#and to be able to grow and get more involved in the process feels like a dream

[verothexeno]

That moment when I'm told I could probably become a project manager and be part of the production team...

I'm freakin' floating on a cloud!!!!!

Being told that my talent is recognized and that it should not be wasted simply boosted my day.

I really needed to hear that 💜

#i was having such a shitty day so far #so when my producer told me that I was like 👀👀👀👀👀 #we'll know what happens by the end of the year #'cause if I don't become a Team Lead - he wants me to go in production #and I'm 10000000% okay with that #i love my job i love the video game industry i love the studio i'm working for #and to be able to grow and get more involved in the process feels like a dream

[scorpihoe1111]

💔Chiron In the Houses💔

Chiron in your chart can tell you which part of your life is a touchy subject for you. Depending on the house it’s in, it can reveal the themes of your life that may have affected you greatly, or an area in your life that you may be insecure about.

Chiron in the 1H🧍🏼‍♀️

Something you may have struggled with through out your life is your appearance/self esteem. Those with this placement may have been bullied for their looks or something about them physically has been commented on/brought attention to plenty of times. The type of person to invest in plastic surgery they may not even need, or lose/gain a few extra pounds when their body is fine as it is. This placement, ironically enough; is found in people who overdo themselves with enhancements/plastic surgery/makeup etc even when it’s unnecessary. Prone to facial/body dysmorphia. What I find interesting however is that this placement usually naturally glows up at some point in their life as they get older, but the scars still remain; so they usually can continue being insecure for a long time and/or can seem to accept or believe any compliments given to them until they heal.

Chiron in the 2H💴

Similar to chiron in the 1H, this placement struggles with self worth/self esteem to a heightened degree, however instead of stemming from appearance it stems more so from financial instability/self worth in general. This placement could have grew up in a financially unstable environment and family where money wasn’t always present, and their needs were barely met; let alone their wants. These are the people who didn’t grow up with the latest video game, the newest car, the nicest house, expensive clothes/shoes. These were the people who had or barely had enough to get by growing up. Growing up they could have been surrounded by people who had more than them, or at least had more basic necessities than they did which in turn caused them to get judged or bullied. This is a placement that people are looked down upon for not having/affording nice things. This placement usually makes one an extremely hard worker growing up so they can have everything they didn’t have when young and not have to deal with it again. Without healing this wound however, these people could be prone to growing up superficial and judgmental just like their bullies in youth. They can start judging others who have less than them, and assessing others worth by what they have materially; because this is how they were treated growing up.

Chiron in the 3H🧠

These people could have struggled in school and may have been held back in grades. A slow learner, to say the least. They may have had a hard time learning and/or dropped out of high school or college. These people also may struggle with speech difficulties, could have grew up with a stutter or wasn’t able to speak/process things properly throughout their childhood and they could have been bullied for this. They could have been made to feel “stupid”, “slow” or “dumb” to their peers or family. They also may have simply grew up naive or very child like, maybe even sheltered and people could have traumatized them once they discovered the real world. This placement could also NOT get along with their siblings. People with this placement I know have been taunted, mistreated, or on the receiving end of jealousy by siblings both in childhood and adulthood.

Chiron in the 4H🏠 TW: ABUSE

These people could have had a very negative upbringing or family life. Home life was unstable, the father or mother could have not been very involved. I’ve noticed people with these placements could have been physically, emotionally or even sexually abused at home. Could have had a step parent that was abusive or one or both of the parents could have passed away. Some people with this placement could have been in foster care and/or traveled house to house to live with relatives/others who will take them in. They could of grew up with a lot of fighting in the house, I also noticed people with this placement could of had a parent that had an affair and this could of changed the whole trajectory of the home. If no abuse, then these people could have also been heavily mistreated or neglected in their family and almost treated like a stranger, and very outcasted within their family as well. These are the people who usually move out as soon as they can as they grow up and cut all contact immediately from family. Family could used the individual for personal gain. The family could have been extremely toxic, misogynistic, racist, overtly religious and/or diagnosed with mental illnesses such as NPD.

Chiron in the 5H🧑🏻‍🍼

These people struggle to be themselves and step outside the box. This placement is one where you’re afraid to accept any praise, as you feel you’re undeserving. These people usually feel like they’re not supposed to be happy or have nice things. They could have grew up with a negative, bitter family who influenced them to be overly humble to the point of self hatred. These were the people where the family could have threw things that they do for them in their face, even those it was basic necessities. “I put a roof over your head and food in your mouth!” this placement could of grew up feeling like they owe their parents something for bare minimum treatment. These people weren’t allowed to express themselves, to be themselves or to make their own decisions growing up. They were almost always practically controlled by their parents into being their personal robot. They feel guilty for enjoying themselves, loving themselves, having a good time or even just being happy. This is the ultimate placement that’s giving “If I can’t, why should you”. Not that it’s their fault, but I’ve never met a person with this placement who wasn’t the ultimate party pooper. Without healing, these people could grow up to become judgmental and bitter towards those who are living their best life. They could also struggle with fertility issues as well.

Chiron in the 6H🖊️

I feel like this placement is ridiculously hard on themselves no matter what they achieve in life. These are the people who I can honestly say are over givers, yet they feel like they’re still not giving enough. They could have struggled with keeping a set routine for themselves or even practicing basic hygiene growing up. But this is because this placement is a placement where nobody taught them anything that they know, they had to learn everything on their own. These people could be called lazy for wanting to take a simple break. Their lives usually revolve around work or doing their job. They can also be the type of people who is always trying to make everyone else happy except for themselves. I usually see people with this placement get taken advantage of because of their overly giving and forgiving nature. The reason these people are the way they are is because they grew up in a household that never gave them anything they have. They always felt like they had to prove themselves to others that they’re worthy of basic human decency. They do their best to help and do nice things for others because they were practically on their own soon as they came out of the womb. :(

Chiron in the 7H👩‍❤️‍👨

Oh boy, this placement is harsh. Those with Chiron in the 7H are people who have been deeply traumatized by love/relationships. These people usually end up with really bad partners who end up cheating, using, degrading and/or abusing them. I find this placement similar to Saturn in the 7H, however Chiron here is way more intense. These people feel like they keep going through the same cycle over and over in regards to love. They could have been traumatized by multiple relationships but the people I’ve met with this placement usually have that 1 relationship that changed their whole outlook on love in general. This is somebody who’s went through so many manipulative mind games in love that they start to lose hope. Once healed however, those with this placement end up becoming very mature and healthy individuals in regards to love and relationships. These people usually find “the one” once they start healing from the trauma of this placement. If unhealed, Relationships/marriage to people with this placement slowly start to lose its appeal once they get older because they put it in their mind that every man/woman is the same. Unfortunately, people who have been disappointed enough times with this placement start to turn so bitter that they become a misandrist/misogynist at some point in time. That’s why it’s important to heal if you have this placement, because it’s a harsh one that really starts to affect the mind internally.

Part 2 is on its way ☺️

#astro notes #astro observations #zodiac #astrology #chiron #scorpio #aries #taurus #gemini horoscope: star sign dates #cancer #leo astrology #virgo #libra

[goldsbitch]

BEEP

First night in a shared apartment with Lando. All is idyllic - until there is an unidentifiable alarm sound, which brings out insecurities buried safely inside under normal circumstances.

fluff, anxiety vibes, one shot

Y/N was a baths type of person. In fact, Lando suspected her being a part-time mermaid. Always in a body of water, if possible. For hours and hours. Many times he had come to her home only to find her sitting in a bathtub of then already cold water on her "home office" hours, with a laptop on her precisely curated set up. He would come to her, chat a little and playfully splash some water into her face, before having her drain the tub and joining her after another set of hot water was in it. Even after that, he could only last about 20 minutes before getting uncomfortable.

He was glad water bills were not life or death for him when they moved together to their first official shared apartment in Monaco. Making it their own was her priority, so a bathtub was an absolute must. Pool nearby as well.

As far as moving houses goes, this was a hectic one. Lando's schedule making it hard for him to participate, so she had to organize it all with the help of movers. Cleaning out two apartments into one. She was few years younger than him and this was the first time she had actually moved on her own, making it a classic test of adulthood. There were few pseudo panic attacks involved during the process. However, the feeling of accomplishment? Being able to prove to herself that she can do it alone was something nobody could ever take from her. Another level of adulthood conquered. But she didn't want Lando to know about this little insecurity of hers - with him having to grow up faster than most of his peers, she sometimes felt like she was lacking behind. Though Lando never made any comment about that, in fact this did not cross his mind at all, until their first proper evening together in their new apartment.

Lando was excited for that evening, but he was proper tired. Physically and mentally drained. Few weeks of constant travel and racing drama had him totally off.

She managed to get most of things ready for his arrival. They hit the bubbly bathtub immediately upon him coming home. Lando was smitten. Coming home, it felt really refreshing after months of "your place or mine?".

It was raw, both of them naked facing each other in the tub, legs entangled, their bodies touching at multiple places. Hot steam coming out of the water filled the room, curling Lando's hair more that usually and the scent of her latest favorite vanilla bath salt gave into the relaxing atmosphere. They casually caressed each other, engaging in a light simple conversation, carefree and intimate.

All of that went out of the window when there was an excruciatingly loud and sharp beep alarm noise suddenly out nowhere.

BEEP

Y/N eyes went wide. Lando knew that look all too well by then. Pure panic. He knew there were few moments he had to stop her spiraling.

"What was that? Did you hear it?" she asked, boring her eyes in his for answers he did not have.

He smiled and tried to pass on some relaxing energy onto her. "Yes, I did...Calm down, it's probably nothing."

"Probably?! How can you be sure?"

Lando reached for her hand. "I'm sure. All is good and fine, let's not get bothered by anything. I missed you so much," he said truthfully. She was what he wanted to focus on. Not some nonsense sounds.

She eased a bit, her fingers still feeling tense in his hands. "I miss you everytime."

"Oh, so it's a competition now?" he smirked, happy he got her distracted.

BEEP

The two stared at each other in silence for few moments.

"Honey, ignore it," he said trying to sound more demanding than a plea.

Y/N took a deep breath in. "I am ignoring it."

"I can see that, clearly," he said sarcastically. "Tell me about your week instead. Were the movers ok? Did they do a good job?"

"Well, we're sitting here and we have a bed to sleep in, so I'd say it was a success," he replied dryly.

"You're my little nervous peach, aren't you?" he said, leaning closer to her so that he could caress her face. Oh boy, was he drowning in love with this strange human sitting across him.

She let go of her pout. "Yes...But, you're the one to talk! You always get nervous before a car upgrade."

He was truly fascinated how she was unapologetically able to compare new McLaren upgrades with a random beep sound. He'd already made a mental check of the things that could have been making that sound and figured all the important alarms made a completely different sound. For a moment, he imagined his girlfriend sitting in a formula 1 car going over 200 km/h, freaking out in the style only she knew how. He'd never admit this to her, but he found her "freaking out" face irresistible.

He calculated his response. "It's perfectly fine to get nervous. But trust me, this in nothing."

BEEP

Her question was almost immediate. "What if it's the gas. What if we have a gas leak. A guy came here to do an inspection yesterday, what if he didn't close the vent or whatever?"

"Honey, the gas is not even on now..." he looked at her perplexed.

She was unstoppable at this point. "I don't know that! I don't understand these things! It's all gas heater there, air conditioning here, water boiler this and insurance that. Did you know we need to have a property insurance for the lease?"

"Yes, I knew that." He was not sure how to keep responding at that point. The last thing he wanted was to make her spiral more.

"Well, I didn't! Felt like an absolute idiot talking to the guy, I thought these things were part of leases."

Lando squeezed her hand. "It's fine. Once we get out of the tub, we'll go and search for the sound. Hey, maybe it has already stopped."

She was staring at him, waiting for her cue, expecting a beep sound any moment now. He returned her look, challenging her, making a battle of who was right. And the sound? Suddenly, not even a little ding.

"See?" he said, really hoping it was not going to come as he finished.

Tension was high in the bathroom, making it the opposite of relaxing. Yet still, there was no place other than these two would rather be. Well, Y/N would rather be at the source of the forsaken beeping, but, that was not happening now.

"Ok. Maybe you're right," she said, visibly tired as well.

"We'll get out of this bath in few mins, have dinner in the bed, watch some nonsense and go to sleep, ok? I need your cuddles, desperately," he said softly and leaned to kiss her.

BEEP

"Oh my god, what is that???" she screamed in utmost annoyance.

"Honestly, it sounds like it's coming from outside the house," he observed - and she was not having it anymore.

She gave him a sassy smile. "So, what. Is it the apocalypse now?"

"It's not the apocalypse."

Flustered wave hit her face, having her melt down completely. "Why would someone install an alarm somewhere and have it beeping for no apparent reason? People don't do that."

"I don't know, my love..."

"That's ok, but I should know! I took over the apartment from the realtor - I should have asked!"

"And what would the question be? What are the things that could beep?"

She threw her arms out, splashing water everywhere and not even noticing it. "I don't know! That's the thing! I just don't know. And I don't have a single idea where people find these out. How come everyone around always seems to know and I'm here just sitting, vibing and hoping we're not going to burn the house down."

"Y/N? What's this about?" he asked, concerned. Was she ok? Was there something he'd missed?

She was on a roll, words just flowing out of her mouth, the way only speaking to Lando made her do. "I just feel so out of place some times. I'm doing all these adult things, far away from family and from you as well. And I want to be able to do it, I want to be a good adult. But I just don't know."

He tried to hold her hand once again, but she was busy having her arms crossed around her chest. "You're still young, this is growing up. I also don't know yet, many times..."

"I don't want to be your burden, I want to be your support."

"You are my support, what are you on about?"

"I was suppose to be in charge of the whole moving thing. And here we are and I can't even tell you what's beeping."

BEEP

"My god! Can it just stop! Please!"

Lando was still thinking about what she said previously. The familiar feeling she described.

"You did a great job with the move, by the way. Honestly. It would not happen without you. I wish I could be here more," he spoke slowly, hoping she would subconsciously join in his tune.

She sighed. Might as well get everything out now. "I love you, you know that. But it gets lonely sometimes. And there is no end of your nomadic lifestyle in sight. And what if you get bored of me once you stop traveling? We've never spent a month without a break together. What if when you're older, you decide I'm actually pretty boring and you leave me for someone younger. And I'll be old, pass my best years and alone once again."

She stopped, surprised a little bit by the words that came out of her. Now that it was out, it was impossible to ignore.

Lando was hyper focused now. Every word a calculated decision. This was no longer a chill chat.

BEEP

"Y/N. I love you too. And I love you the way you are and I can't imagine loving anyone else. I'm also excited for the older version of you to come one day, to accompany my older self that I have yet to meet. I want to be with you. My job is making this harder, but I hope this will not be an obstacle for you."

The last thing she wanted was to make him feel guilty. She got mad at herself for tangling things up together so much that it stopped making sense to her. "Of course not. I love your passion and the fact you dream big. Sorry, this got a little out of hand."

"No, I'm glad you're finally phrasing your worries. Is there anything more?" Lando was keen on continuing this impromptu chat.

"What if we grow apart? People change all the time. What if we stop wanting each other? How long can love last?"

He smiled. "For me it's impossible to imagine it now. I can only speak for my present self. But what you described it the last thing I'd ever want to happen."

Y/N took a deep breath once again. "Do you want children? Because I don't know yet. Yet, unlike you, I don't have the luxury of decades to decide. My time is slowly running up. And here I am, not even sure if want them?"

"Honey, plenty if time for that. I'm sure I do not want children in the next two years anyway. It must be real fun in your head sometimes - in one sentence you're too young to know adult stuff and in other you're too old for having children?"

She finally laughed. "Yeah. It is confusing sometimes."

"I hope you don't get offended, but you look absolutely gorgeous when you're flustered. Don't be too hard on yourself, please."

"I'll remind you of that when you're on your typical self-hate trip after a bad race."

"Touché." Got him there.

"Shall we get out of the bath? Would you mind searching with me for the alarm?"

"With you I'll be happy to do absolutely anything."

He got out and reached a hand for her when she was getting up, almost as a metaphor for her current state. They helped each other dry out, put on new matching bathrobes that Lando brought as a gift and searched the whole apartment for anything that could or would beep. There were few more beeps coming their way before they suddenly stopped. The two figured it really was coming somewhere from outside. Once Y/N was finally convinced they checked everything, she agreed on getting to bed and cuddle. Lando offered going out to get her ear buds for sleeping, but by that time it had already stopped.

They never found the source of the beeping. But, that's ok. Sometimes things just make unexpected noise and it's fine.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #ln4 imagine #formula 1 #formula one x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #fluff #lando norris fluff #formula 1 fluff #formula 1 fanfic #ln4 x reader #ln4 x y/n #lando norris x y/n #formula 1 one shot #f1 one shot

[buckybabesonly]

Heart of Glass

Summary: You hate it when Bucky is mad, but it's a thousand times worse when you're the one he's mad at.

Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Insecure reader, self-deprecation, self-harm (?)

A/N: I love stories like these so thought I'd take a stab at it. Please do leave feedback, they are always encouraging!

Length: 4.8k

It had taken Bucky a long time to open up to you. His journey of being able to face what he had done as the Winter Soldier was long and arduous, and still ongoing. He had vivid nightmares, ones which alleviated in frequency over the course of the last few years, but which still sometimes made an unwelcome appearance.

His own healing was a work in progress, so it was no surprise that it was still a struggle for him to divulge certain aspects to you. He found it difficult letting himself be vulnerable, even around people he trusted, and insight into his past had been offered to you in scattered pieces.

You had been patient, although you wished that Bucky would feel comfortable revealing more. You never judged him, and you just wanted to help and do your part in the recovery process, if you could. It was much worse hearing the exacerbated, hateful stories of the Winter Soldier from other people’s mouths - the Internet was a horrid place, and whilst there were still a lot of people who supported Bucky Barnes and the Avengers in general, there were just as many people who would not forgive him for being the Winter Soldier.

You knew that you shouldn’t have done what you did. You and Bucky had been together for just over a year, friends for three times that long. It hadn’t all been flowers and rainbows - it had been a tumultuous relationship and you had had your ups and downs, but at the end of the day, you knew you had found your person. You were both learning and growing together, navigating the tougher obstacles in your relationship with enthusiasm. You had finally found someone you were truly madly in love with, and you felt so lucky.

It wasn’t easy, working for S.H.I.E.L.D as an agent which was a demanding career in itself, and dating someone who was almost in constant danger and carrying out often life-threatening missions. But you made it work. Getting to love Bucky and have him love you back was worth anything, and you loved being able to see him smile and, what’s more, being his reason to smile.

On the same token, you hated seeing him unhappy. It was the most devastating feeling in the world, in times when he was disappointed in himself, or when he had woken up from a particularly bad nightmare, or after one of his mandated therapy sessions. 

The worst thing was seeing him mad. And it’s a thousand times worse when you’re the one he’s mad at.

You knew that you shouldn’t have done it. You felt guilty as you passed your colleagues desk and your eyes naturally flickered to a familiar name in recognition. BARNES, JAMES BUCHANAN.

You frowned slightly, realizing that his file was on a pile alongside a couple of other familiar names. It wasn’t unusual for another agent to have his file out, particularly if he was looking into specific incidents that Bucky may have been involved in the past, but you had never actually seen it in front of you before.

Of course, it would have been easy for you to find the file and look for yourself. Everything had electronic copies these days, or you could have grabbed the physical copies from the archive. But you had never done it, as it just didn’t feel right. Reading up on your boyfriend’s past like his life was a history book.

Still, despite yourself, you paused. You found your hand reaching out and you took a deep breath of momentary hesitation before you flicked open the file. 

An assortment of photos and documents were stacked neatly inside. You couldn’t help it as you found your eyes consuming the information, flicking from page to page. The guilt was building in your gut the longer you spent, standing slightly crouched over the desk, consuming the information with an uncomfortable lump in your throat.

You wanted to cry. You felt your hate for HYDRA increase ten-fold, thinking about all the pain they inflicted on Bucky to manipulate him into their own personal killing machine, thinking about how they had simply made him hurt all those people. Bucky often had the most stoic, cool exterior, but you knew inside he was just your soft, gentle boyfriend. The most beautiful man you knew had been forced to be an assassin against his will.

And now he had to live with the consequences. It’s so unfair, you thought as tears of anger pricked your eyes. You were a very empathetic person, especially when it came to him, and you found yourself feeling quietly furious.

You slammed the file shut, conflicted emotions making you feel both angry and guilty. You always had an idea of what HYDRA had made Bucky do, of course, but actually consuming the detail within his file had made it come to life in your mind. All you wanted during the course of your time with Bucky was to get a better view from his shoes, if only to help you relate a bit more to his suffering. You loved him so much and you wanted nothing more than to help him.

At the same time, you knew it wasn’t right, snooping like this. You always told yourself to just wait, and eventually Bucky would trust you enough to share everything. 

You started to wonder if you had done something wrong as you slowly walked away from the desk, nibbling your bottom lip. You cleared your throat uncomfortably, frowning as the contents of the file plagued your mind. You decided you would have to come clean to Bucky about this.

“What?” Bucky said quietly, cocking his head to the side as if he really had genuinely misheard you. However, as you studied the look in his eyes, you knew that he had heard every word.

“I know it was wrong. Bucky, I’m - “

“If you knew it was wrong, then why did you do it?” Bucky interrupted, his eyebrows drawing together as he frowned. Anger was starting to distort his face, and he kept his voice quiet and low.

You were mute for a long minute, your cheeks flushing as he stared at you, waiting for you to speak. You were both stood in your bedroom, you with your back against the window and his against the door. The distance between you felt painful.

“Do you know what a violation of my privacy that is?” he continued when you didn’t speak, his jaw twitching.

“I was just trying to - just trying to understand,” you said, trying to find the right words. “I just thought that if I knew what they did to you, then I could help you.”

“How would you be able to help?” Bucky was furious, but in that quiet, almost calm way that frightened you the most. His brow was slightly furrowed, corners of lips turned down into a frown, but the biggest giveaway was his clenched fists. They were shaking almost impercetibly.

It was scarier when he didn’t raise his voice, and your fingers twitched uncomfortably by your sides, wanting to reach out to him.

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “I thought that if I could understand what happened, then maybe I could help with your nightmares, help talk to you about the past.”

Bucky exhaled loudly, shaking his head. “Are you my therapist? What were you hoping to do, read my entire past and diagnose me?” He regarded you with a look of bewilderment and fury.

“No, I - “

“No, listen,” Bucky said, frustration rising in his throat, breaking his barely composed facade. “Do you have any idea how messed up that is? There’s a reason why I didn’t tell you everything at my own pace, and you went behind my back and fucking investigated me? How do you think that makes me feel? You couldn’t even respect me enough to let me tell you out of my own choice!”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You knew you had fucked up majorly. He was glaring at you, waiting for you to say something.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I really didn’t have any bad intentions, I just - “

“It doesn’t matter,” Bucky spat out. “It doesn’t matter that you didn’t have any bad intentions. You think I’m proud of what I did as the fucking Winter Soldier? It haunts me, and I have to live with him for the rest of my fucking life. I - I trusted you, and you betrayed it.”

I let out a slight whimper at his words, knowing the venomous words he was spitting out was completely true. 

“I have to fight so hard, every day, not to fall apart with the knowledge and memories of what the Winter Soldier did, what I did.” 

“Bucky, please,” you said, taking a step forward, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that, I am so, so sorry.”

Bucky shook his head, moving away from me and lifting his hands as a warning. “Don’t. Just - don’t.”

He turned his back, making to leave. 

“Can we just talk about this?” you asked desperately, not wanting him to go. You were terrified that he wouldn’t come back.

“I need some space,” Bucky said sharply without turning to look back at you. He left and pulled the door shut with such force that you jumped, tears finally escaping.

You had no idea how you were going to fix this.

Bucky and you had one rule. Never go to bed angry at each other.

It was a rule you had instigated. You hated going to bed whilst you were in the throes of a fight, and the first time you had argued - something petty, really - you had pouted at Bucky and demanded that you make up. 

He was relieved at that time as it was such a silly fight and he was anxious that you would give him the silent treatment. But he laughed as you jumped into his arms, kissing his cheek and letting him know all was forgiven.

“New rule - we can’t go to bed angry at each other,” you had announced at the time.

“Yes, my liege,” Bucky had responded.

Bucky wasn’t answering your calls or texts. You left 15 voicemails and 24 text messages, all apologizing and asking him to talk. You knew you should give him space, as it was only fair for him to digest what had happened and process, but you felt like you couldn’t function.

You wanted him by your side so you could apologize over and over again and tell him, genuinely, how regretful you were.

There was no excuse. Your face was tear-stained and eyes puffy as you paced your apartment, the clock having struck midnight a long time ago, with no sight of Bucky.

When four AM rolled round, you finally passed out on the couch whilst waiting for him. When your alarm rudely woke you up at seven, you startled and immediately ran into the bedroom, although you knew he wouldn’t be there.

The bed was empty, still made from the previous morning and untouched.

You could cry all over again.

You hurried to get ready nonetheless, and made your way to the Avengers Tower. You were involved in some S.H.I.E.L.D projects that were being hosted there, and you knew it was the place Bucky was most likely to be.

You checked your phone obsessively on the way to the Tower. No calls or messages from Bucky.

You groaned internally. He had never ignored you like this before. The gravity of the situation was slowly growing heavier and heavier - he was your Bucky, the one who always took care of you and worried over you and was by your side almost 24/7 whenever he wasn’t out on a mission, but now he was actively avoiding you. 

More and more fear started to creep into the mix alongside the guilt. Would Bucky leave you over this?

When you arrived at the Tower, you expected it to be a lot harder to find him than it was. But he was in the training room, the first place you looked.

“Bucky,” you said quietly as soon as you saw him. He was serving blows mercilessly to a punching bag hung from the ceiling, as if he needed the practice. You knew he was letting off steam. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair hanging over his forehead in sweaty tendrils, his face slightly red. 

Bucky barely even flinched. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, eyes never leaving the bag in front of him.

“Can we talk?” you asked tentatively. 

No response.

“Bucky, if you don’t reply, I’m just going to start talking at you, and I really don’t want to do that,” you said. All you wanted him to do was at least look at you.

Bucky stopped then and you heaved a sigh of relief. But instead of speaking, he simply wrapped a towel around his shoulders and turned his back on you, leaving out of the door on the other side of the room.

You felt rocks fall to the bottom of your stomach, and the urge to cry reared its ugly head yet again.

Bucky hadn’t spoken to you for two days. He hadn’t returned to your apartment for two days.

You had cried all of those days. You tried to find him and corner him to make him face you, but after that day in the training room, he had really been avoiding you. You had only seen him once in those two days, and he immediately disappeared as soon as he saw you.

It hurt so much. Like someone had stabbed you and, what’s more, was twisting the handle. 

You knew you deserved it. You had really hurt Bucky, but part of you was still terrified of what he would do. How long would he wait until he decided to speak to you again? Was he going to break up with you?

You didn’t know how to fix it. You were ashamed to tell Sam, even though you wanted to ask his advice on what to do. You had done something so bad that you didn’t want to face his disappointment, too, although you were certain Bucky may have already told him.

Still, it hurt so bad. All you wanted Bucky to do was hug you and tell you it was alright, instead you were met with indifference and the back of his head. He wouldn’t even look at you. 

You would rather he shouted at you, screamed at you, anything to actually make him talk and acknowledge your existence. But he continued to ice you out, and your heart was breaking.

Bucky knew he loved you even before you officially became a couple. He loved how funny you were, how hard working you were, how you always listened to his side of the story, how you took care of him and patiently explained anything to him that he still didn’t quite understand about the modern world.

There were a lot of great women, but to Bucky, you had stood out. From day one, you had cared about him. Little things, like asking about his favorite songs from the 40s, making sure his head was covered with your umbrella when it was raining even though your shoulder was getting wet, ensuring he got three solid meals a day and that his favorite snacks were stored in the pantry.

Bigger things, too, like letting him share the burden of his past with you without ever a word of judgment or disdain, encouraging him to visit his parents’ grave on the anniversary of their death and making the journey with him, sharing memories of Steve whenever Bucky was missing him. You were his rock, and he felt like he had mined the most precious diamond.

He knew he could tell you anything, but his sordid past as the Winter Soldier was still something he was trying to overcome himself. He was ashamed, and part of him was worried that you would suddenly think less of him. See him as the monster that he used to be, the monster that he sometimes saw himself as.

He hated the thought of poisoning your mind with unsavory images of himself and the knowledge of what he had done.

He was so angry to know that you saw his file. But the majority of his feelings came from the fact that he was so laden with guilt. He didn’t want you to know the ugly truth when all you had seen of him so far was the better version of himself that he was trying to be.

How could he forget his past when you knew every disgusting detail now, too? When you had now also seen the faces of all the people he had killed?

At the same time, he believed you when you said you were just trying to help. That was just your nature. He knew that you genuinely thought if you understood, you could offer assistance and ease his silent torment.

But anger prevailed, and he found himself ignoring you for days, even though he felt so immature doing it. He just couldn’t face you right now, even as you stared at him with wide, hopeful eyes. He could barely avoid meeting your gaze and instead chose to turn away completely, as if pretending you weren’t there would alleviate the pain. He was afraid that if he looked at you a little too long, his resolve would shatter.

It was exceptionally poor timing that your birthday rolled around after five days of total radio silence from Bucky. You had forgotten, actually, until you entered the Tower and a fellow agent had wished you a happy birthday. 

You gave her a weak smile as you muttered some made up plans about how you would be celebrating. 

You wanted to burst out crying when you saw Bucky that morning, in the kitchen at the Tower.

He was leaning against the kitchen island, a smile on his face, a smile you hadn’t seen for almost a week. He was talking to an agent, a decent girl you had worked with before. You liked her, actually, as did a lot of people. He was talking to her about something, looking more relaxed than you had seen him since you had the fight.

He hadn’t noticed you as you observed the two of them. You didn’t think anything flirtatious was going on, but still, it hurt to see him smiling softly at someone else when he hadn’t paid you any attention for so long.

Part of you wasn’t sure if Bucky was going to speak to you today. But it was your birthday, after all - he always made a big deal out of it, asking you what you wanted to do and making sure you got a cake and flowers and all the romantic works. He always told you that you were his greatest gift, and so he couldn’t miss celebrating the day that you were brought into the world.

If he didn’t speak to you today, you think you would be sick.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize the agent Bucky was talking to was leaving, and as she walked past you, you felt Bucky’s eyes on you. You met his gaze hesitantly, blinking wordlessly.

He paused, and you could almost see the gears turning in his brain as he decided what to do.

His smile dissipated, and he turned his back on you.

When you returned home that night, you cried your eyes out. You sat on the couch forlornly, staring at the door, half-expecting him to burst through at any moment with an apology and kisses waiting to be pressed onto your lips.

Midnight struck, and you went to bed alone.

Six days.

Bucky had not spoken to you in six days, and honestly, he felt like shit.

He had never been so angry at you before, but he was surprised at himself that his silent streak had lasted so long. To be honest, the time had passed quickly, as he had kept himself as busy as possible. 

As Bucky came down from his angry high, the feeling of guilt and sadness overwhelmed him at the thought of you being unhappy. He knew that this period of time would be tough on you, although he stood by his point that you should not have read his file behind his back, especially as you knew how sensitive he was about his past.

And yet, ultimately, he recalled that you only had his best interests at heart, even if you were going about it the wrong way. He sighed as he approached the Tower elevator, stepping inside just as Sam came running down the hallway, shouting at him to hold.

Bucky stabbed the close door button repeatedly, cursing as Sam slid past just in the nick of time, punching him playfully.

“You in a mood, princess?” he snickered, taking note of the dark circles under Bucky’s eyes. “You been up all night with your girl?”

Bucky let out a tsk. He sighed as the elevator descended.

“No. Haven’t spoken to her actually,” he admitted.

“Woah, wait. What do you mean?” Sam asked when he realized Bucky was being serious.

“Had a fight,” Bucky said reluctantly.

Sam frowned lightly. “On her birthday?”

Bucky froze as he opened his mouth to clarify that the fight had began a few days ago. His mind racked to confirm today’s date.

Shit. It was your birthday yesterday.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky said, head lolling back to bash against the glass elevator wall. 

“You okay, man?” Sam asked, clearly concerned.

“I messed up,” he sighed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. God, now he wanted to cry. How could he do this to you? He was already beginning to feel like he’d gone overboard with his reaction as the days passed and the red haze of anger dissolved from his eyes, clouding his better judgment, but now he truly felt like he had gone about everything so wrongly. 

You had always gone on about the importance of communication in a relationship, and how you both needed to work together to overcome any challenges, and that one of the things you valued the most was being open and honest.

He imagined you sat alone at home, on your birthday, waiting expectantly for him to turn up. 

His chest hurt.

You lay down in bed as the sun set, darkness filling the room.

You had the covers over your head as the tears wet your pillow, your head hurting so much from all the crying and dehydration.

Your world was truly coming down around you. You were about to lose the best thing that had ever happened to you. Bucky was going to leave you, and it was your fault. The past few days had really unveiled your most deep rooted fear, that the love of your life was going to abandon you.

“You’re so stupid,” you whispered to yourself. “So stupid. So fucking stupid.”

You ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone. Your friends had been calling you since your birthday yesterday, concerned that you hadn’t picked up even once. You didn’t care. If Bucky wasn’t here, then you just wanted to be alone.

You always knew you weren’t good enough for him. Always knew that he would leave you eventually. Out of all the people in the world, what on earth would make him choose you?

You threw the covers off of you as a new surge of rage overwhelmed you. 

“You are so fucking stupid!” you screamed out loud, letting the anger seep through your body, expel through your lungs. You stormed over to your mirror and punched the glass once, twice, until it cracked and sliced your knuckles, blood trickling immediately over your hand.

Bucky was going to leave you. 

Your knees buckled and you collapsed onto the floor, head hanging as tears dripped down onto the carpet. 

“So stupid,” you continued in a whisper. “So useless, so stupid, so -”

“What the fuck are you doing?” came a loud voice, and your head snapped up with such speed that your head spun.

Bucky was standing in the open doorway, expression aghast as he took in the sight of you. Red, swollen eyes, bleeding hand, sitting in front of the broken mirror.

“Bucky,” you said weakly, voice trembling. He had come back to break up with you.

You always knew he would do it eventually. Your relationship was too good to be true.

“Oh my god,” Bucky hissed as he darted forward, moving down on his knees to join you and gently lifting your wounded hand. “What have you done?”

You started to cry again, feeling so pathetic. Bucky shook his head, eyes frantic.

“No, no, no, doll, please don’t cry,” he said, his voice softening.

“I’m sorry,” you garbled, voice thick with guilt. “I know I fucked up, I know. I’m so sorry Bucky. Please don’t leave me.”

The desperation in your voice broke Bucky’s heart. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you as tight as he could without hurting you, pressing his lips against the top of your head.

“Listen to me. I’m not going to leave you,” he said firmly. He pulled back and studied your face carefully, trying to keep his voice steady for your sake. “I need to patch you up, okay?”

You sniffled, nodding once before he stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. He reappeared with a first aid kit, kneeling down once more and inspecting your hand.

“Why did you do that, doll?” he murmured, a pained look in his eyes as he began to clean you up. It wasn’t a serious injury, just a scratch compared to some of the other battle wounds you had received in the past, but the idea that you had done that to yourself made Bucky so sad.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again. “I’m just - I don’t know. I’m so angry at myself. Please will you forgive me? For everything?”

Bucky’s eyes welled up as he paused with his tending to your hand, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying. You were the most important person in the world to him and he had been pushing you away, had completely forgotten your birthday, and you had hurt yourself because of him when all you wanted was to help him.

“I forgive you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly. “Will you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive you for,” you insisted as he resumed cleaning your wound. You could see his eyes were wet, and you were nonplussed at why that would be.

“Yes, there is,” Bucky said, wearing a look of shame that you didn’t understand. “I know that your heart is always in the right place. Instead of talking to you about it, I just shut you out. No matter how angry I was, I shouldn’t have done that. I hurt you.”

He worked quickly, bandaging your hand and slowly holding your wrist after. His solemn blue eyes finally met yours.

“I love you so much. I should have stayed to talk, but I just… left. I shouldn't have done that.” He took a deep breath. “I walked away because I couldn’t stand the thought of you knowing everything. Knowing all the people I’ve killed - some of them innocent people. Read about how cold I was, the - the complete lack of mercy I showed. I am a monster.”

“Bucky,” you whispered, lifting your good hand to tenderly touch his face. You were hesitant, as if you were afraid he would withdraw from your touch. Instead, he leaned against your palm, eyes closed. He turned to press a kiss into your hand.

“I thought - “ you began, taking a deep breath at the insecurity and uncertainty that still plagued you. “I thought you were going to break up with me.”

Bucky’s eyes opened to stare at you forlornly, as if hurt that you would even have this thought.

“Never,” he said firmly. “You have no idea how much I have missed you.”

You launched yourself into his arms then, willing Bucky’s strong arms to encircle you. He did just that, holding you close as you sobbed quietly into his shoulder. 

“Let me make it up to you, okay?” Bucky murmured. “Belated birthday celebration.”

“It’s enough that you’re here,” you whispered.

You still had a lot to talk about, but you felt so much better now that Bucky was standing by your side again. Maybe everything was going to be alright.

#bucky fic #bucky x female reader #bucky angst #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x reader angst #bucky one shot #bucky angst one shot #bucky x you fight

[fire-lizard-ro]

Ratio as a dad (kinda). Written for my dear @pix3lplays (they already saw this when I initially wrote it).

CW: none it’s all fluff (kinda)

Reader gender: no use of pronouns (as far as I remember) but AFAB

Writing under the cut (SFW):

So when you tell him, he doesn't know how the hell to feel. You guys never really had the children talk, but you could tell that he wasn't really ready for that because of a mix of being too busy, not really understanding children, and never really thinking about it.

To him, children are snot-nosed, loud, emotional little gremlins.

But he never thought about children in the context of you and him. A child born of your flesh and blood. Something you have made together through the miracle (or simple science, as Veritas would say) of procreation.

It would take him a while to think of it that way.

Initially, since this is in the scenario where you're already married, I think that he would be fine with it so long as you're happy with it. He does his logical reasoning and thinks, "Oh. I have the means to raise a child and she wants it." So he doesn't really see a problem with it besides perhaps the stress it will inevitably put on you and having to deal with the messy and emotional rollercoaster ride that is children.

At some point while laying in bed with you after weeks of reading prenatal care and child rearing books, he begins to get curious. Curious about what it would really be like to father a child that the both of you made. That's how things start. Curiosity.

Would the child look like you? He would like that if they could resemble his lovely spouse.

Would they look like him? He would also like this as there would be no doubting who the father of your child was. A reminder of how the two of you were undeniably together.

Would they look like the both of you? He would enjoy this outcome the most as it would be the best of both options.

Would they have his intelligence that he prides himself on? Your smile that he loves, even if quietly?

Because of this process of beginning to be curios and thinking about the child yet to be born, it's not hard for him to subconsciously relate good feelings (and chemicals like dopamine and serotonin, he'd think) to the child themself.

You're happy when you talk about the child and what you'll do for them and how you'll care for them. He's happy when you're happy. He's pleased when thinking about how people will be able to see a physical manifestation of your love and belonging with each other. You're happy to be having his child. He's happy about that, too.

While your feelings regarding the child is like a warm spring day or a cup of hot tea just boiled, his are more mild, still. Like your tea, already cooled, or a warm blanket. There are positive feelings involved now, and even he cannot deny it (at least to himself).

He takes care of you well, following the advice of the books and experts to the T. Perhaps a little too closely because it's a bit overprotective. You're his. Which also means it's in his obligation to take care of you well.

But when the child is born... I think there's at least a spark there. I'm not sure it's enough to light that flame quite yet, but now... He realizes that this really is his child. His and yours. He has your pretty eyes but with his color. The curl of your hair and the slope of his nose. Oh. Oh...

This child...

As the years go on and he spends time caring for the child and spending time with them, he begins to find all these little endearing things about them. How they'll seek him out even in sleep. How they'll smile at him happily, the slant of it so much like yours. How they'll crawl and eventually waddle their way to him when they begin to cry... Even just the fact that he spends time with them is enough to grow this bond. And at some point, they're off to school and it's clear they did, indeed, have his intelligent mind. But they're far more soft around the edges. Much more susceptible to the inherent loneliness, boredom, and ridicule, even, that comes with such intelligence.

But... he gets it. He never really thought anyone understood him at that age and for him? It was lonely but he was irritated by it more than anything. He had thicker skin than his child at that age.

So when they come to him about it all, he can only try his best to let them know he gets it even if he doesn't know how to express such a thing.

Ever heard the saying, "Even a beast will love its child?"

He’s not a nice person. His personality is rough and no one would ever think he could be suited to something as delicate as fatherhood.

And yet…

While he's not one for grand gestures, I think the kid would be able to see he cares.

It's in the little things for him.

Talking about the things they're interested in at school.

Telling them about his work and the things he researches. Being patient with them unlike how he is with his students. ("They are grown. But you are not," he would say with a short pat to the head before going back to checking over their homework with care.)

Rewarding them for their achievements, even if it's with something small.

All sorts of small things.

(He'll never admit it, but you have a picture of the two napping while the kid was sprawled against his side, head tucked into his neck.)

Anyways ofisjgeo yeah-

Hopefully this isn’t too delusional goodbye- I was trying to make him a Relatively Good Dad for Pix while also making sure he was still mostly in-character. OTL

#Roro writes #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dr ratio x reader #dr. ratio x reader #gn reader #afab reader #hsr x gn reader #honkai star rail x gn reader

[scientia-rex]

Do you have any moisturization tips? :0

Oh DO I!

Listen, skin has two jobs: keeping you in, and everything else out. Skin has to do a lot of complicated stuff to make that happen. Skin is chock full of glands and pores and whatnot. There's dermis (deeper layer) and epidermis (shallower layer), and 99% of what we're doing from the outside is about the epidermis.

Epidermis grows in as layers--there's a bottom layer that has cells that will just keep dividing forever, and then the cells that divide off that layer will start getting pushed up towards the surface of your skin. As they get pushed up, the cells get flatter and more keratinized and eventually dead.

That "stratum basal" is where you have your forever-dividing cells. So when you start something like Accutane, you can't transform the skin layers above it--you can only start affecting the skin as it marches upward towards its death and flaking off, so you have to give it months to take full effect. And we NEED to have some dead skin. It protects us.

Skin cells have proteins that hold them to each other. The goal is to form a watertight barrier. We need to keep water in because we are basically bags of water. Different protein issues (largely genetic) can cause different skin diseases.

Our skin also has glands that make protective oils (forming a powerful anti-bacterial barrier and trapping moisture inside) and sweat (because we DO want to be able to get rid of water, but only when WE want to).

So here's the thing about commercial moisturizers: none of them can put moisture back in your skin. That's just not a thing. The very best thing they can do is keep further water from leaving your skin. This is especially important if you have eczema, where you stand a good chance (about 50%) of lacking ceramides, which are critical to forming the natural skin barrier. As water evaporates off the skin, it takes more water with it. We don't understand the other half of eczema. Psoriasis involves dysfunction of the keratinization process, which is why those plaques form.

So the best moisturizers are those that create a moisture barrier without evaporating more water off. Any moisturizer where alcohol is a significant ingredient is worthless. Vaseline, or straight white petrolatum, is the best moisturizer. It feels greasy because it is. Its job is to form a watertight barrier, and greasy chemical are a lot better at that than thinner, waterlike chemicals. Moisturizers with silicones, like Aveeno (dimethicone is the active ingredient--I know, the bottle says oatmeal, it's a liar), will provide a fairly robust barrier without as greasy of a feeling. Lanolin, from sheep's wool, is also a great ingredient for forming a barrier, which is why I like Neutrogena Norwegian Formulation. Natural oils like jojoba (the best of the bunch) can be moisturizing, but just FYI, they're a tiny fraction as effective as white petrolatum. Like, less than 10%. I'm too lazy to get up and find my Cosmeceuticals textbook to remind myself exactly how much. So if you want "all natural," resign yourself to worse.

BUT!!!! Your skin is not all the same! You have scalp skin, face skin, neck skin, trunk skin, arm skin, leg skin, skin around your genitals, skin of the palms, and skin of soles of the feet. And all of those can act different. So I can't say "apply Vaseline everywhere" because that might be too much skin barrier for your face--what if your face has oil glands that work perfectly well? What if we need a lighter, less occlusive moisturizer? That's where my personal hell was for the last ten years as I struggled to find a facial moisturizer I like! What if you have oil glands that are overproductive? You may need a totally different moisturizer than I need! No good way to figure it out except trial and error while paying close attention to ingredient lists.

Sunblock is also a good thing to have but as someone who doesn't wear it because a) I don't go outside and b) it always breaks me out, I feel hypocritical talking extensively about it. I wear "dad hats" (at least a 2" brim all the way around) and long sleeves while gardening. You should definitely still wear sunscreen, though. Do as I say, not as I do.

#the attending dr. kristophine #but GO AHEAD AND LECTURE ME ON DANDRUFF AND EAR CARE AND WASHING ONE'S VAGINA because SURELY I KNOW NOTHING right Internet #none of those idiots who jump on my other posts to well actually me know what the fuck they're talking about

[star-suh]

Sloppy Problem

Lee Minhyuk x Male Reader

cw: top minhyuk, unprotected sex, idol au, minhyuk has his eyes closed and is something between relaxed and sleepy so a bit of somnophilia (i'm not sure abt it), implied multiple rounds, edging, bit of impregnation kink, breeding kink.

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y/n works as a masseuse in the happy ending spa, a place known because customers leave there satisfied. hearing this minhyuk decided to visit it, it was a busy time with promotions, photoshoots and other things to promote his new song so he deserved some time of rest.

"good morning sir, how can i help you?" asked y/n, one of the employees. "i came here because i heard this was a very good place with excellent services and i want to be relaxed for some time".

"oh i get it, so what type of massage do you want?" said y/n handing something like a menu in where all the types of massages and prices are.

minhyuk reading it started to suspect that there was some sexual acts involved in it, well after all the name of the spa is the happy ending… he haven't fuck in weeks either so it would be a good way to relax and release all that load tension. "this one" his finger pointing at the last one, a surprised reaction forming on y/n's face "woah. not everyone asks for this" mentioned the employee "over here please" he signals a room going there with minhyuk following him. "take of all your clothes please and here's a towel" y/n left the room for a while looking for the massage oil while minhyuk undressed.

"ok mr. minhyuk just relax" y/n started to do his work, applying the oil and massaging every muscle on minhyuk's god-like body, fuck he's so sexy, the bulging veins on his strong big arms, the perfect back muscles or that round plump ass that everyone want to smack. y/n was so eager to finally get to the that part of the massage. "please turn around" said y/n tapping minhyuk's shoulder and he did as he was asked, y/n's eyes widened at the majestic sight in front of him of big squishy but firm chest with suckable nipples, lickable abs and a huge bulge that even though his cock was still flaccid it looked big making y/n even more eager to have it all inside him.

slowly y/n stimulated minhyuk's nipples pinching and caressing them until they're hard, drawing some moans from the man's mouth, then y/n attacked one nipple with his mouth while touching the growing bulge under the towel. going down slowly leaving a trail of kisses on minhyuk's body finally reaching minhyuk's bulge and smelling it. the towel was no longer there and y/n was finally able to see minhyuk's beautiful body, he took the shaft in his hands and began to give it small kisses from the tip to the balls, licking the pre-cum that came out of there and then take it to his mouth gagging on it while minhyuk just moans from the immense pleasure he is feeling at that moment. he opens his eyes put his hands on top of y/n's head and push him down his cock making him deepthroat him, minhyuk was loving the gagging sounds "fuck! how much i missed this feeling" he groaned mouth-fucking the masseuse in the process.

"sir you're so big" said a teary y/n "i don't think i can take you all at once in my mouth" he said catching his breath, "don't worry. i know another hole you can use to take me" minhyuk does a turning sign with his finger and y/n do as he was told. he introduces his cock little by little making sure to not hurt y/n. minutes later the older man started moving, stretching y/n's tight hole drawing beautiful moans and whimpers out of y/n's mouth. minhyuk locked one his arms on y/n's neck and started to fuck him rough "gonna use you as a way to milk my heavy balls ok?" y/n just nodded unable to pronounce a word.

the sloppy sounds caused by the oil and y/n's wet hole can be heard from outside the massaging room but it's muffled by the moans coming from other rooms. "fucking hell… you're railing me into oblivion" squirmed y/n feeling that familiar sensation on his stomach "i'm gonna cum" he says… minhyuk was using y/n and throwing him around like he was a rag doll, a toy only for him to enjoy and feel the pleasure he hasn't feeling a long time ago, y/n's hole gapping and clenching on minhyuk's thick cock, he has been edging himself pulling out of y/n's hole everytime he feels he's gonna cum "get ready for my huge load boy" and after that he emptied his balls inside the boy's abused hole, jets of hot and thick sperm flooding y/n's insides and just when the masseuse thought he was finished, more and more sperm kept coming out, he indeed was having blue balls "sir… you came buckets inside me. i think you might impregnated me" spoke y/n with a notorious tired tone "then let's impregnate you more" minhyuk responded starting to move again inside y/n, churning all the cum inside of him with his thick meat.

"goodbye sir, see you soon, it was a pleasure meeting you and i'm glad that i could've helped you relax at least a little" they both shake hands with minhyuk sliding a paper towards y/n "the pleasure was mine pretty boy. mind you if you give me your number? i might call you for some private and more personal massages" he winked at him making y/n flustered "yeah sure" he wrote his number and slip the paper back to minhyuk "y/n hmm… pretty name" he waves a goodbye leaving a flushed y/n behind. a happy ending spa indeed.

#lee minhyuk x male reader #minhyuk x male reader #huta x male reader #minhyuk smut #lee minhyuk smut #huta smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #btob x male reader

[anantaru]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 — 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

✦ kinktober day 3 — cockwarming feat. albedo : kaeya : diluc : childe x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: [n]sfw

✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

it was some sort of usual habit for albedo to have you straddling his lap while he was in midst of a research with various topics involved. Even though he sometimes forgot his own needs and desires, he was pleased to have you who'd always remind him that it was totally okay to crave intimacy like that, already continuing to unbuckle his pants to have his cock in full display for your eyes.

he's already hard, the little veins that were normally barely noticeable now hardened around his girth while you're pushing your underwear aside, lining yourself up with his leaking cock. Before actually sitting down on his member, you're swiping his tip between your glistering folds to use your slick as a natural lubricant to prevent any discomfort.

the moment your walls engulfed him was making it hard for albedo to breathe and concentrate on his work, your hole fluttering around his girth and sucking him dry. You were trying your best to stay silent and not move, since you knew he adored having you like this, sharing your body heat while he's occupied with work and giving him intimacy he craved more than he'd ever admit to you. Albedo will always rest his head on your shoulder in the process, taking in your scent and relishing in this shared beautiful moment with each other.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

kaeya’s gaze softened once feeling your body melt into him, his cock fully sheathed inside of your cunt before looping his arms around your hips to hug you tightly. "you're so comfortable, so warm." he's cooing against the shell of your ear, his breath tickling your skin as goosebumps arise.

his words alone made it difficult for you to stay silent, he knew how to approach situations like these and how to drive you over the edge, you could say kaeya studied you very well throughout your time together. Your hands squeeze into his shoulders before you meet his gaze, approaching his lips to feel them on your own. The intimacy was shooting through the roof, you could feel his cock graze over your tight walls, spasming inside of you.

the love and tenderness in kaeya's touches made it hard for you to breathe evenly. "are you okay?" his voice was hoarse, slightly retracting himself in his leather chair which coaxed another moan out of your throat. His laugh echoed through the room, as if he did it on purpose. You rolled your eyes at the man who couldn't get enough of your touch, scent and love. The both of you enjoying each others company to the fullest extent.

✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

diluc's face was radiating warmth, a cute red tint accompanying his cheeks as you laid on top of him, cock pushing in and out of your sobbing cunt before you haltered your movements much to his surprise. "are you okay?" his voice, which was concerned at first, soon after understood what you were trying to do.

"lets stay like this for a while." you're smiling, eyes half lidded as you nudged his nose, moving closer to kiss his warm lips. Diluc didn't respond, his hands squeezing the soft flesh of your hips before wrapping them around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck to take in your scent. He closed his eyes for a moment, your walls sucking him in as he let out a silent groan through gritted teeth.

Diluc wasn't sure how long he could endure this torture, he was growing more sensitive than before as his breath quickened which you noticed after a while. "you're doing so well." you're whispering against his ear, turning over to peck his lips— once twice thrice before pushing your hips deeper against his cock. His eyes rolled back at the feeling, arching his spine up into your heat to be able to drive himself even greater into your cunt.

✦ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

childe's pulling you closer into his embrace, foreheads resting against each other as he held you down, your cunt stuffed full with his cock while your delicate walls were spasming around him. His girth was impressive, eliciting quiet whimpers and moans from you whenever he'd teasingly retract his hips a bit to sit more comfortably.

ajax was a big tease, you were very much aware of that fact, so it was only natural for him to completely adore resting his cock inside of you while also intentionally making you crave for more. There really wasn't anything better than seeing you beg, "please move." you're whining out and if it wasn't for him holding you down, you'd honestly just use him to get off yourself.

His strength was otherworldly, your breath quickening while you rested your head on his shoulder. "you're adorable like that." his voice was low, with a breathy laugh accompanying it as you cried out from a sudden harsh thrust upwards. "you want this, huh?" you were barely able to answer him, only nodding your head viciously before he's pulling one of his hands up to your face to cup your cheeks, "stay like this then." your cunt was gushing around his girth at his words, "maybe then I'll give you what you want."

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[misscrazyfangirl321]

Okay, here it is.

There's an idea I hear a lot in Christian circles, and while there are different catchy phrases for it, the basic idea boils down to this: You shouldn't make time for God; you should center your time around God.

It's a nice idea. A nice concept. But I find that it doesn't actually help me in a practical way. It makes me feel anxious and guilty about setting a certain amount of time aside for prayer or Bible reading. When things are important enough to me, I do make time for them.

For several years now, my resolutions have involved reading more and cleaning more. But this year, I've actually set specific time goals, both daily and for the year, and guess what? I'm actually reading and cleaning regularly.

I've seen many people treat the concept of "Making time for God" like you're sitting there with a full planner, squinting and going "Maybe I can pencil in prayer on Tuesday between class and soccer." Which obviously isn't ideal.

But you know what it is? A start. If the alternative is not praying, making a goal of praying on the 15 minute drive between class and soccer is a start. If the alternative is not reading your Bible, making a goal of reading a chapter-or even a verse-each day is a start. Adding "quiet time" to your to-do list isn't minimizing God to another box to check; it's prioritizing Him.

And the other thing with that is, the more I've been making a point of making time for reading and cleaning, the more I've wanted to do it. Recently I read a book in two days, spending well over the 20 minutes a day I made time for. But if I'd made a goal of reading a book in 2 days, I would have inevitably gotten overwhelmed and given up.

Christianity is a religion built on a relationship, and like with any relationship, we have to make time for that relationship and invest in it for it to grow. And we don't get there by beating ourselves up for not doing more.

"If you balk at praying an hour a day, check yourself! God deserves more than 15 minutes on your planner."

He absolutely does. And you're not going to be able to give that to Him by guilting yourself for not doing more. If 15 minutes is what you have to give right now, give 15 minutes. See what He does with it.

I'm not saying to settle, or be lukewarm. I'm just saying, don't be afraid to take small, practical steps to grow that relationship with God. The person you know who's literally always praying, who reads the Bible for hours a day? Maybe they started out their faith that way; good for them.

But for most of us, it's a process that takes a lifetime to complete. So make time for God, and don't be afraid to take small steps.

#i speak #Christianity #lots of thoughts here #i hope this is coherent

[lucikittyxoxo]

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𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑢𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑.

✦ Initially, I think he would be very shocked at your sudden revelation. When he begins to think about his duties as a hashira and now having to balance the responsibility of being a father it would definitely be a sudden shock.

✦ After the initial consternation, he’d be very involved. Making sure he went to all of the appointments with you. 

✦ In the early months of pregnancy, he’d wake up early in the mornings to hold your hair back with your morning sickness. He’d rub your back in circles and even offer to give your shoulders a massage to relax you. 

✦ He’d make it his priority to cook for you and keep up with the housework. He doesn’t want you to lift a finger while you are creating a literal miracle in your stomach.

✦ At the end of every day, he’d put you to sleep by rubbing your feet and massaging your body thoroughly. 

✦ In the later months of pregnancy when your back began to ache more cruelly, he’d stand behind you and lift your stomach for you if even for just a few minutes of relief. 

✦ Whenever you had weird cravings that you didn’t already have in your home, he’d drop whatever he was doing just to get it for you. 

✦ You and Shinobu have been trying to become pregnant with the help of a donor so after a few long months of trying when she heard you had finally got pregnant she was ecstatic. 

✦ She’d make sure that either Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo or Naho was with you at all times to ensure that you got the best care during your pregnancy.

✦ Since you stayed at the butterfly mansion with her, all of your care would take place there. Meaning, your remedies and ultrasounds didn’t require an appointment and you could stay in the comfort of your home which was a huge advantage. 

✦ She’d definitely be the kind of parent that talks to your baby constantly. She read in a few parenting books that playing certain music, consistently talking to your stomach etc.. is beneficial and sets time aside to do so every night. 

✦ When she does have to go away on missions, she sends her sister or assistants to keep you company and attend to your every need. She’s a big writer and will send you letters to read out loud to the baby while she is away. 

✦ She believes a key component to having a happy child is to make sure that her relationship with you as her counterpart is healthy and strong too. Even with you being pregnant, she’d still find ways to keep your relationship firm. Movie dates, taking you on walks around the mansion when the weather was nice and if you were feeling well enough.. etc. 

✦ She’d decorate the baby room with lots of butterflies, dragonflies, and things of that nature. She likes to bring you in there with her while she decorates so that even though you couldn’t help, you could still be apart of the process.

✦ He’d be a little nervous about it. His upbringing wasn’t very loving and he wouldn’t want to hurt damage the child like how he was growing up.

✦   After you were able to reassure him that he wasn’t like his father and that he could do right by the child, he would be excited to start a family with you. 

✦ He is such a gentleman. With your morning sickness in the morning he’d hold your hair back and rub your back in circles. He’d make you breakfast etc.. 

✦ When it was time for you to wash up, he’d run your water for you. Making sure to put in some relaxing oils, lighting candles for you, flower petals in the water, etc. 

✦ He would make sure to wash your hair and massage your scalp. Keeping you relaxed and as stress-free was one of his priorities as a new parent. Keeping you calm was the key to having a healthy baby.

✦ When coming back from missions, he’d always make sure to bring back something for you. Whether that be flowers, one of your craving foods or simply an item for the baby or the baby room. He is always thinking about you and the baby.

✦ During missions, he’d have someone from the Demon Corp stay with you during the night to make sure that you were protected and taken care of when he had to be away on missions.

✦ As Tengen's 4th wife, he has had every intention of starting a family with the 4 of you and it was just a matter of who was going to get pregnant to start the family.

✦ When you told Tengen, Hina, Suma and Makio about your pregnancy they all had very different reactions but all had the same feeling about it: Joy. Suma was crying from how excited she was while Makio scolded her for stressing you out. Hina and Tengen came by your side to hug you tightly upon hearing the news.

✦ Tengen doesn't usually do the cooking and he typically leaves that chore to Hina but he does deliver whatever she makes to you on a silver tray so that you don't have to get up from your bed to get it.

✦ He doesn't like to leave you unprotected, especially when you are carrying his child so whenever he is gone on missions, he will leave one of his other wives with you.

✦ Tengen would go overboard on the baby room, making sure that it was flashy enough for his child. Meaning that upon building the crib, he'd glue rhinestones to it and painting everything a metallic color.

✦ When going shopping for baby clothes, Tengen practically begs you to let him pick everything out and of course, who are you to deny him? The baby's closet consists of what Tengen considers to be 'flashy.'

✦ Makio, Suma and Hina know how badly it must hurt your back while being pregnant and suggest to all have a date at the hotspring which Tengen agrees is a flashy idea. Since then, you all make it a point to go to the hotspring at least once a week to help your aches.

✦ Mitsuri and yourself have been trying for a baby with the help of a donor (Obanai). When it didn't seem like it was in the cards for you to carry the child, she offered to try. To both of your surprise, you ended up pregnant at the same time.

✦ Since you are both pregnant, you take turns making the other food and bringing it to them while the other relaxes.

✦ You both are incredibly emotional during this time and one of your favorite things to do together as of late is to watch movies. During this, you both need a tissue box for yourself.

✦ You both have complete opposite cravings. You tend to crave things on the sour/tangy side while she craves things on the sweeter/tart side.

✦ You love to decorate the baby room together, each working on a side of the room. When it comes time to build the cribs and move in the furniture, you call in Obanai to help you which he does without a fuss.

✦ Mitsuri once read in a parenting magazine that exercise helps with contractions and giving birth later along the line. She signs you both up to do a prenatal yoga class and it ends up being a wonderful way to manage your back pain.

✦ Mitsuri often practices different hairstyles on you in the case that your babies are girls. She watches tutorials for boys hair as well and practices on Tanjiro's hair, who she called just for the part. You can't help but laugh at the different styles but it's all heartwarming to see how excited she is to start a family with you.

✦ Obanai would freeze in his tracks upon hearing the words "I'm pregnant" come out of your mouth. Did he want to start a family with you? Of course. Was he nervous about it? Absolutely.

✦ He probably would not bring too much attention to the fact that you two were expecting a child, especially to the other hashiras. The only reason anyone found out was because You were seen at the Butterfly Mansion getting a check up and Shinobu asked about it.

✦ He believes in your capabilities and will not coddle you. However, if you ask him to make you food, help you up.. etc.. He will come running to your side and ready to help.

✦ He makes sure to report all of your appointments to Master Kagaya so he can have time blocked off to attend them with you.

✦ Despite him being seemingly cold, he is very involved with your pregnancy and incredibly soft with you in general.

✦ He buys a bunch of snake plushies for the baby room to help the child become accustomed to being around snakes and eventually, Kaburamaru.

✦ In the evenings, you will find Obanai reading parenting manuals and preparing for his role as a father. He wants to be the best he can be for both you and his newborn child.

✦ Similar to Obanai, Sanemi would be shocked the moment the words left your mouth. Was he ready for this? Were you ready for this?

✦ Because of his parents passing, he didn't really know how to be very paternal but damn if he wasn't going to try.

✦ He helps you around the house by doing the things you can't do. Bending down to pick up the laundry off the floor, making sure the sweeping and mopping is kept up with, loading the dishwasher, etc..

✦ He's very protective over you and will be extremely protective over his child. World be damned if anything came to try and harm his family.

✦ He doesn't necessarily understand how you could crave something one day and absolutely hate that same thing another day but he tries to keep up with whatever you are enjoying and keep it on hand in the house.

✦ He panics when you cry at seemingly small things and he will do anything to calm you down. He realizes overtime that you are just extremely emotional during this time and treads carefully with his jokes. He definitely keeps the teasing down to a minimum.

✦ He practices putting on diapers, making bottles, etc.. in the evening when you are asleep (and when he isn't called out on a mission). He wants you to be able to help with the baby without asking for help.

✦ When you tell Gyomei about your pregnancy, He's on his knees and praying to the gods to thank them for such a blessing.

✦ He is very tender with you after the initial news. Constantly checking on you to see if you need anything. Have you had enough to eat? He is bringing you a plate just in case. Are you thirsty? He is bringing water. Are you comfortable? He is fluffing out your pillow for you and helping you adjust in bed.

✦ Gyomei is the king of massages. If you complain about any area of your body being achey, his immediate response is to massage it.

✦ When decorating the baby room, he would be sure to keep it very minimalistic. He doesn't want it to be without your approval though, so he carries you in there to make sure everything is exactly how you envisioned it to be.

✦ He carries you around everywhere now. He does not let your feet hit the ground. Although, if you tell him that you want to walk he'd reluctantly put you down and allow you to do so.

✦ He prays over you every evening, praying for your safety and healthy, the safety and health of the child, praying that he will be a good enough father to lead the child in the right direction etc..

✦ If other hashiras were to ask about you two expecting, he certainly would not keep it a secret and would be excited to share the news but he wouldn't directly start a conversation about it.

✦ Kagaya already has two children of his own, so when he hears about you being pregnant with a 3rd, he is more than excited.

✦ He is very gentle, helping you where you need it and making sure that you are keeping up with your needs.

✦ You all already have the baby furniture put in storage from when you had your last two children so setting up the baby room is a piece of cake for the two of you.

✦ He is very big on essential oils and he constantly has a diffuser on. He even goes as far as to apply the oils to your skin. He believes it helps regulate your mood, helps with your nausea and reduces your pain level which, to your surprise, it does.

✦ Like Shinobu, he plays music in the rooms you are in and is constantly reading to your stomach at night.

✦ When you are feeling particularly emotional, he will hold you in his arms and provide a listening ear to all of your concerns. He validates you and makes sure to reassure/ provide a plan to each and every one of your concerns.

✦ He makes sure to attend all of your appointments and when he gets your ultrasound pictures, he will take them to the hashira meeting to show them to everyone who are all just as excited as he is.

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QOTD: Which hashira do you think would be the best parent and why?

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[goldenrodchef]

So, you're turning into a Pokemon

A guide by Gen Taranz

This is a guide for people who are turning into, are going to turn into, or have already turned into Pokemon. I'm of the third category, and I've been stuck like this for almost a year now. So, uh. I think I might be able to give some pretty good advice. The guide itself is below the cut.

This is part 1 of...I'm not sure yet. I currently have 10 sections planned, but I might add more if need be.

Section 1: How do I know it's happening to me?

Generally, if your skin suddenly starts turning an odd color like blue, you're feeling really itchy and fuzzy all over, or you're feeling odd bumps in weird places (like on your head or tailbone), I'm sorry to say, but you're probably turning into a Pokemon.

Now, that's not always going to be the case. But that's the best I got for if you're being turned into a Pokemon non-instantly, or sleebied.

You might not experience any of these. You might just go to bed one day, and wake up as a Pokemon. That's what happened for me, after all. If that's what happened, feel free to skip section 8 of this guide.

Section 2: Fur, scales, and feathers

These are not fun to have, in my experience. I only have fur and scales, but I'll do my best to talk about feathers too.

Fur is going to need to be groomed a lot. Your tongue might be your best bet here, many furry Pokemon have tongues built for grooming their fur. Of course, obviously you might not want to do that, so it's a good idea to invest in a good furbrush that you can hold, or ask a trusted person to hold.

Scales are less of a pain to take care of, and are the most like skin out of these three things, but are still very weird. My scales are a bit squishy, which is. Something.

We don't know of many feathered eebies yet, but from what I've heard, they're a pain to take care of. There's the whole preening process that you'll have to start doing, not to mention molting.

Speaking of, let's talk about shedding. For me, shedding happens once every two months or so, and involves my tail scales getting progressively itchier and itchier until they peel off and reveal a new layer. For others, it might involve your fur getting really itchy as your summer or winter coat grows in, or something similar happening with feathers.

For fur or feather shedding, having a rough surface to rub your body against helps a lot with helping get fur loose. If you have a scaly friend, ask them if you can rub against them to help shed your fur.

For scale shedding, rough surfaces also help, but warm baths also help in loosening that top layer of scales. They also feel really good if you're a water-type.

Section 3: Paws, wings, talons, and tails

I'm sorry to say this, but your hands are likely going to drastically change. You'll probably lose most of their dexterity, and it'll be much more difficult to do stuff with them.

If your hands are changing or have changed into paws...there's not much to do. You'll just have to find other ways to do things. My little brother, Cobalt the Giratina eeby, uses xyr tail to do most stuff now, which might be a viable option for those with flexible tails, but I'll get to those in a bit.

You might keep your thumbs, or you might not. I'm sorry. I wish I could help more. All I can really do is recommend using styluses, and looking into disability aids.

For those of you that are becoming avian Pokemon, you're likely going to have your hands become wings. And for those of you becoming dragon-types, you might grow wings from scratch.

These are definitely no replacement for hands, but you can fly now, at least?

What is a replacement for hands, though, is talons. Talons, at least from what I've heard, are pretty dexterous, allowing you to do most things you could previously do with your hands! Though this will likely be a balancing act, since you also use these to stand.

And now, tails. I...honestly don't really know what to say here, since Pokemon have so many different varieties of tails. My cousin, Jayden the Brionne eeby, has a tail instead of legs. My best friend, Lily the Buizel eeby, has two tails that she can spin. And myself, I have a Sobble tail that's prehensile. It really depends on what species you end up as.

One thing I've consistently noticed, though, is that tails are very easy to lose track of, especially if they're the waggy sort. It's extremely easy to knock stuff over with your tail if you're not paying close attention to it. So...pay attention to it.

Also try not to sit on your tail. That really hurts.

And that's part 1 of this! I hope that this helps any eebies and sleebies who are struggling with their bodies.

#pkmn irl #gen

[verysium]

some hcs abt the bllk boys doing modeling shoots as pro-players? (like what they’d model for and the ways they captivate their audiences and stuff)? ty and love ur works btw 💞💞🫡

idk why but this ask made my brain freeze up and refuse to write anything for 3 days, so apologies if this is late anon:

sae would be so done. i mean....he walked out on a literal interview, so what makes you think he won't walk out on a photoshoot? he probably hates the very idea of plastering his face all over billboards and magazines. but his manager said that he was in desperate need of good publicity, especially after that stunt he pulled with the last commercial endorsement. if sae was forced to model though, he'd definitely be as stiff as a board. no facial expressions whatsoever and always sticks to one pose. oftentimes, this involves him facing the wall and only showing half his face. if the photographer wants a full frontal, he's going to have to deal with sae's "i don't want to be here and i'm being held hostage" face. even if sae does try smiling, it looks more like a grimace. the only redeeming quality here is that he is good-looking. if you look at the official art, he doesn't even have to try to get all of you drooling over him. that face card does not decline. like ever. so the shoots usually wrap up pretty quickly because out of the 100 images taken, at least half are going to be usable. he's photogenic from any angle.

kaiser would strike a pose for everything, even his own mugshot. i picture him as that one johnny depp advertisement for dior sauvage. blue lighting. a silk blouse with the top button open to show off a sliver of his sculpted chest. his hair is slicked back with gel, and his knuckles are decorated with silver rings. the tattoo just pulls everything together. if not a perfume commercial, then i think he'd model for adidas or some other german brand (maybe even a beer company if he's old enough). i don't think he has any trouble with the actual modeling part of process. he knows how to flaunt himself. the only issue is that kaiser is a lazy perfectionist. he would show up late to the shoots and then stays even later just looking through the shots and choosing which ones to include. puts a lot of time and effort into things like this. after all, his image and his brand are important to him.

shidou would be sponsored by an energy drink brand. like red bull or monster. if not that, then axe body spray lol. as for modeling, i feel like he wouldn't be able to sit still. probably pulls out crazy poses that piss the photographers off on purpose. it always cracks me up how one of his first appearances in the manga is him being muzzled and restrained in a straitjacket inside blue lock's time-out zone. he's so chaotic. you would have to hold him down and shove the camera into his face to actually get a good shot. i also picture him wearing lots of black leather, maybe even silver jewelry (eg. studs, piercings). and of course, you can't forget the hot pink accents.

isagi would model for family-friendly brands. if not that, then just japanese brands in general. i imagine him doing skincare commercials for shiseido or maybe even participating in a campaign for UNIQLO. as for modeling, he would be awkward at first but then gradually get the hang of it. always thanks the team afterwards and is very mindful of the photographer's suggestions. everyone says he is a pleasure to work with.

rin would model for luxury watch brands like TAG heuer or IWC. maybe when he grows older and further develops his career, he might even become an ambassador for louis vuitton or bulgari. overall, his advertisements are very elegant and professional. only endorses high quality products. never looks at the shots afterwards because he hates looking at his own face. gets somewhat embarrassed when his mama points out his billboards and makes clippings of his magazine covers. he absolutely flipped when a brand suggested that he do a collaboration with his brother. so when this collaboration actually did take place, it was like a repeat of the whole messi-ronaldo photoshoot. they didn't actually meet on set. they were just photoshopped together into the same frame.

barou models for calvin klein. lots of denim and shirtless photos. all of the staff got nosebleeds, and his fanbase went wild when the issue was finally released. there's this one image his fans worship religiously where he's posing in his boxers and there's a clear shot of his abs and happy trail. (he's so hot wtf) there's also another shot that wasn't used cus a million people would've been deceased. he's standing there with his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and wearing nothing underneath his denim jacket. his hair is also down, and his skin is all sun-kissed and golden.

reo models streetwear, and this is canon because he has the drip. honestly, his duality needs to be studied because he can go from high class gentleman to bad boy who wears chains and knuckle rings. he'd try all different sorts of styles, and he'd look good doing it. out of all the bllk boys, i feel like reo gets the most sponsorship deals because of his versatility. he does the styling, hair, makeup, posing, editing, etc. honestly, they need to hire him as a creative director already. nagi would tag along behind the scenes, but he'd end up scrolling on his phone the entire day.

#asks #blue lock #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #sae itoshi #michael kaiser #shidou ryusei #isagi yoichi #rin itoshi #barou shouei #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #bllk #bllk headcanons

[prettyboykatsuki]

warm-ups | sfw + rin + meeting

✭ tags ; established relationship, rin is a lovesick tsundere fool, fluff | ✭ wc ; 1.3k

✭ a/n ; im like two seconds away from taking rin off of my prompt wheels give someone else a chance im begging.

Ever since Itoshi Rin started dating you, nothing has gone his way.

Admittedly, he knows this is because he's had no control over the situation. It's a lesson he's been forced to learn so many times over it's starting to make him sick. He can't control his feelings no matter how tightly and how forcefully he holds onto them and that knowledge is something he resents everyday.

Even after aging out of his worst angsty teenage years, no amount of time has been able to soften his dislike for the idea of vulnerability. He was a sensitive, gentle sort of kid. After the incident with Sae (and the period of isolation from self-loathing that followed it), he wasn't really able to bounce back to that place. Sometimes it feels like a strange and vague dream that he only recalls when his mother reminisces about it.

The idea was in and of itself baffling. It wasn't like he was some patron saint back then either. He's always been single-minded in his own interest and involved more with his own shit than he was with other peoples.

The thing about feelings that Rin has always hated the most is how much they interact with other people. His feelings are his sure, but when things make him feel some kind of way, there's only so much he can do to snub them out. He can't get a grasp of them reasonably. They're so slippery and frustrating and agitating.

And he's tried for longer than he cares to admit to let go of them completely. But Rin, no matter how much he tries, can't be like Sae. That blasé attitude that makes everything seem like it rolls of Sae's shoulders isn't one Rin can afford. Even after some growing up and some growth and the begrudging friends he's made in the process - he never quite recovers from that truth.

At the very least, Rin figures it'd be easier if he could let himself be unaffected.

It doesn't work out that way, because when do things ever. And it becomes especially prominent in the process of falling in love.

How he's gotten into a relationship is a mystery he's yet to to solve. Rin can't think of any good reason you're dating him. Of course, if prompted he'll roll his eyes. But more candidly, he has no idea how that's worked out.

There's plenty about you that is objectively likable, though. You're nurturing and friendly and coaxing sometimes to the point of being pushy. In the process of getting to know you, he's been struck with how much you make him feel safe. Betrayal is a sore spot, he figures.

Rin trusts you with himself. He knows that even if everything burned to the ground tomorrow - you wouldn't ever air it out to the world. Not for a check or even if you hated him.

He has enough self-awareness to know that he's subpar in the emotions department. What you see in Rin is so often a mystery. Though when he works up the nerve to hint at reassurance, you kiss his cheek and sigh all lovey-dovey

("Dunno," You whisper, all warm hands and sweet touches. He hopes you don't ever figure it out "I can tell how much you love me though."

Rin scoffs. Of course he does. "You wish.")

He didn't fall in love with you on the path of least resistance. In fact, there are multiple instances where he outright sabotaged himself in the process. By being too cruel or too cold or callous.

But, because Rin never has things go his way, trying to leave it alone failed too. In fact every time you came back to him, he felt a feeling struck so deep in his heart that he couldn't look it in the face. Every time you came back and loved him so gently, he spoke a tiny and silent prayer.

Don't leave me too.

Not that Rin would ever admit that. To himself. To anyone for the record. But some part of him always hoped that he could keep you.

You've stayed, somehow. Long enough for your lives to become intertwined. He'd rather die before telling you he has to look at pictures of you before falling asleep on away games.

For better or for worse, it's all spiraled out of control. Now you're a year in and you live together. You even have a black cat (with blue eyes, which he has mixed feelings about.)

And right now, you're humming happily in his front seat and waiting to meet his friends. Something Rin would never in his entire life set-up on purpose.

But like he's said so many times before, things never work out how he wants them. And Isagi (like the backstabbing snake he is) has gone out of his way to invite you to lunch with his other teammates. Those guys are hardly his friends.

"I'm excited to meet your friends," You say, buzzing. He scoffs as he pulls into the parking lot, glancing over at you.

"They're not my friends."

"Rinnie. Baby, give it a rest. You spend more time with them than you do me, okay? Don't be silly."

Rin frowns, watching as you fix your appearance up in the mirror. He turns the ignition off and leans back with his arms crossed.

"Either way, I don't see why you're so excited."

"So I can get the autographs of a lot of handsome men who play soccer," You quip, knowing it's going to agitate him "Obviously because they're important to you. I want them to like me."

He thinks you're the last person that should ever worry about that.

"It doesn't matter to me what they think." He says, this time a little softer. You grin, pausing in your actions. You lean over the glovebox to nudge him and he turns himself to be close to you.

You're so close to him, smiling with all your teeth. He sighs.

"Aw, geez. You saying you don't care as long as you like me, right? How sweet of you."

Rin has to suppress a smile. He is disgusted with himself momentarily.

"I just think they're idiots." He lies, quite blatantly. You giggle, leaning forward. Your hand reaches up to the nape of his neck gently, sliding to his cheek. Your noses bump and Rin wants to turn the car back home and keep you all to himself. He wants to go home and sleep with you in his bed, with your cat rumbling around.

He wants to be all alone with you for an entire lifetime and he thinks it's gonna ruin him if he can't. He examines you closely. You look too nice for the general public to lay eyes on you.

"Don't be so mean, 'kay? Thanks, anyways, though."

You kiss Rin like you love him. Gingerly and playfully and whole-heartedly. Rin kisses back in the only way he knows how - clumsily and intensely and with the weight of a million unspoken desires. There's enough warmth in you for his cold, dead heart it seems.

And he is just not selfless enough to let go of it for any reason.

"You look pretty today," He says in a stupor, with just enough adoration in his system left to make him not wince. You grin big.

"You're so sweet to me."

Rin can be sweeter. Later, when you're home, he'll see if he can please you a little more.

He goes to kiss you one more time, but it gets cut short by a familiar screech.

"Everyone look! Rin is being all lovey-dovey."

The sound of Bachiras' voice makes a pang of irritation run through his entire body. He pulls away and glares through the window as his so-called friends crowd around his vehicle ooo-ing and aah-ing. He's going to fucking kill them.

He hears you from beside break out into a laugh then relents, just a little.

Nothing seems to go his way with you around, sure. But it's not like Rin particularly minds.

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CHARLIE POV KILLING READER’S BOYFRIEND AND THEM COMFORTING HER

My Keeper

omg. yes please. :,)

cw; abusive relationships, violence

notes; I had no intentions of making this so long, I truly couldn’t help myself :,) I adore protective Charlie <33

Charlie had truly become consumed with the thought of you. You were friends during childhood but drifted apart as you grew older. You couldn’t help but admit you still had a soft spot for him in some way. You always tried to say hello and acknowledge him when you passed him by. He was truly too nervous to even reply most of the time, the words got stuck in his throat as he watched you. As he grew increasingly nervous, you couldn’t help but feel as though you truly were drifting apart. It was incredibly difficult to read him.

During the summer before your senior year, you began to attract more and more male attention. In some ways you loathed it. You had always been rather shy and cautious around new people. One man specifically never let up from his pursuit of you. In just a few months you found yourself in a relationship with him. Stephen Walters was captain of the football team, got good grades, was well known to everyone, a classic type of handsome. On paper he seemed perfect, but once you became his, his cool demeanor faded rapidly. He became increasingly temperamental, controlling behind closed doors.

During this time, you began to catch the attention of a familiar pair of eyes. Charlie seemed to watch you like a hawk. You couldn’t explain why, but you began to find comfort in his steady attention. Your heart would sink into your chest as you watched Charlie’s face contort in disgust when you passed him by, your boyfriends arm draped around you. His touch began to feel bruising, sickening. You wished more than anything you could find the strength to leave him.

October rolled in, the leaves began to change around you. It was your favorite time of the year, but something was making it nearly impossible to enjoy it.

Stephen began to grow paranoid. Taking every moment to stalk you. Overthinking every interaction you had with others. His calm and collected mask finally slipped completely when you were alone with him.

You were sitting in Stephens car, parked right outside of your house. It was quiet for a few moments, you could feel something about to implode beside you.

“How many men have you spoken to this week?” Stephen spat, just barely above a whisper.

You tensed immediately, unsure how to answer. You knew that any answer you gave would result in another meltdown from him. There was more venom in his voice than usual. You could smell the liquor on his tongue even from where you sat, he must have been drinking nearly all day before picking you up.

“Not many, only when necessary in class. I promise.” You could barely get the words out of you.

You watched his knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel. You shrunk back in your seat, moving closer to the car door. You felt like such a coward, he had threatened you before, told you what he would do to you if you decided to leave him. How could he keep his mask so steady in front of others? How could you have fallen for it? How could you have let things get this bad?

You wished someone would pass by, see the expression on your face, step in to help you. You were able to hide your emotions so well though, a necessary skill you developed in childhood. Your parents would never become involved, you had little to no friends that would willingly step in the middle of all this. You were thoroughly trapped.

Your mind was racing, you could’ve never expected Stephen’s next course of action.

He turned towards you quickly, before you could process the look on his face, you felt a blinding pressure around your throat.

Your eyes grew wide as his grip tightened. He shook you, willing your eyes to meet his own.

“If I catch you speaking to another man, even in class. I’ll fucking kill you, and I’ll kill him too.” He seethed in front of you. The veins on his forehead popped in a dreadful way. He looked so unfamiliar, so terrifying. The liquor only heightened his paranoia and rage.

You tried your best to breath, the air got stuck in the back of your throat, just above his tightening grip.

“Do you understand?” He became increasingly closer, pushing you against the car door. The handle dug into your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to process his question. You just needed to breath.

“Are you fucking listening to me?” His previously hushed tone grew to an alarming shout. This effectively pulled you from your trance.

You nodded your head, attempting to choke out the word yes. It was pathetic. You hated yourself in that moment more than you’d ever had.

He surprisingly seemed appeased by your response. He let go, sinking back into his own seat.

You sucked in a heavy breath, it was painful going down your throbbing throat. You clawed at your skin, attempting to rid yourself of the growing pain.

“You know I love you.” His voice switched back to a sickeningly sweet tone.

You needed out, you needed to get away from him before you completely fell apart, knowing that this would only upset him all over again. He had never put his hands on you in this way. Would his violence only increase overtime? You knew you didn’t have the bodily strength to pull away from him if he put his hands on you again.

In a sudden moment of strength you pulled at the door handle, dropping to your knees on the paved sidewalk below. The cool air was a sudden comfort. You choked out rasped breaths.

You turned over your shoulder, praying he wouldn’t get out as well and drag you back into the car.

“I love you too.” You muttered. The words felt like knives down your neck.

He watched you for a moment, his expression seemed to be tinted with pity. It made your stomach feel sick.

You stood on trembling feet. Willing yourself to shut the car door behind you. You mustered every ounce of strength you had, making unsteady steps to your front door. You heard his car peel away as you twisted the door handle.

You felt a wave of relief as you entered and bolted the door behind you. Once up in your bedroom, you fell to your knees. It was impossible to hold back the sobs that racked through you. You were exhausted, scared, you wished it would all just end.

You awoke the next morning on the floor just beside your bed. You had to get ready for school, debated on just taking the day to yourself. You decided it was best not spend the day stuck with your own thoughts, all alone.

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror after stepping out of the shower. You looked horrible, truly. Your eyes were sunken in, hugged by darkening circles. You hadn’t realized how much weight you had lost while you were with Stephen, you looked as sickly as you felt inside. The most glaring issue was the deepening purple and blue bruises that clung to your throat. They were a perfect picture of Stephens fingers. You carefully grazed over the welts, wincing at the sharp pain.

You had to leave him, even if it killed you in the process. You couldn’t live like this, his abuse would absolutely escalate as time passed by.

You knew attempting to cover everything with makeup would be useless. You settled on a form fitting, black turtle neck. The only issue was that the collar only came about halfway up your neck, exposing half the bruise. You sighed pulling your hair forward in an attempt to better conceal yourself.

Whatever, you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. It wasn’t likely that anyone would take notice anyways. You had effectively distanced yourself from almost everyone since your relationship began.

The first half of the school day passed by tortuously slow. You did your very best to keep your head down, avoided the paths you knew Stephen usually took.

You had nearly left the building as your lunch period began when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning you around.

Fuck. You were certain Stephen had found you, was about to rip into you for cutting the previous night short.

You couldn’t hide your shocked expression when Charlie was the one who now stood in front of you.

You felt yourself tense. Unsure what he would say. You almost felt ashamed to stand in front of him in the current state you were in.

But his touch was reassuring, impossibly soft. You nearly melted into the relieving warmth of his hand on your shoulder.

His eyes darted across your frame, taking in the full sight of you. You wished you could drop through the floor. A nearly trembling hand reached up to brush your hair behind your shoulder. You knew he could see the full weight of your markings as he hooked a careful finger around your collar pulling it down to get a clearer look.

You shuddered as his thumb grazed over the most tender part of your neck.

You looked up to meet his eyes again as he cautiously pulled away.

He was so close, you took in the familiar sent of the cologne he always wore. It had been so long since he had been this close.

You were in disbelief that he had noticed, your heart beat off kilter as you took in the realization that someone had actually noticed.

His expression grew dark, with an unfamiliar tinge of violence. It didn’t scare you though, not in the same way Stephens did.

“Did he do this to you?” Charlie asked, you barely caught his quiet question.

Your eyes immediately welled with tears, you couldn’t stop them if you had truly tried.

Charlie took in the weight of your saddening expression. He didn’t look at you with pity, or disgust. His gaze morphed into a far off rage. You had never seen him like this before. Your shoulders dropped a bit more as you understood the anger wasn’t directed towards you.

You couldn’t find the right words to say. “I’m- I’m sorry.”

Charlie’s expression contorted again, into an impossible stillness. “Sorry?” He questioned empathetically. He took a step closer. So, so close.

He bent down, his mouth just besides your ear. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

Your face grew hot at his words. You knew he wouldn’t, would absolutely never expect him too. The thought of Stephen dead though, brought a sick feeling of comfort in your heart. You were just so incredibly thankful for the sentiment, for the words Charlie spoke.

Before you could think any further, you threw your arms around Charlie. His uncertain and unsteady hands slowly found themselves around your back as well.

You couldn’t explain why, but you would like more than anything to just stay like this for a moment longer.

“Thank you.” You whispered, feeling him relax a bit further into you. A single tear rolled down your face, surely falling against Charlie’s shoulder.

Before either of you could speak another word, you felt a tight grip on your shoulders, ripping you from Charlie’s arms.

Your heart pounded in your throat as Stephen spoke behind you, his grip grew domineering around your chest.

“Don’t fucking touch her, Walker.” Stephen spat, quickly pulling you down the hall and out of the building. You shot a careful glance behind your shoulder.

Charlie was just visible behind you, his fist were held tightly at his side. His face twisted with a pained grimace.

You felt horrible, absolutely sick to your stomach.

Over the course of the next couple days, you put on your bravest front. You ran through all the possible ways you could leave Stephen and come out with your life and body relatively unscathed. The options were increasingly limited. Maybe you could leave him during school, surrounded by a sea of students in the hallway, only to face his rage after the last bell rang. Maybe you could end it over the phone, but then he’d surely end up at your home, tearing down the door to get to you.

It seemed your only real option was to fight your way out of it. Although the thought was incredibly morbid, if he truly were able to kill you, you’d at least be free and rid of him.

You dug through your kitchen drawers that Wednesday after school. You sighed in relief as you found your fathers old and rusted switch blade in a mess of overdue bills and forgotten trinkets in one of the messy drawers.

You carried it with you always, in your backpack or back pocket. It was at least some sense of security. If it truly came down to it, could you really hurt him? Kill him if you had to? You weren’t entirely sure.

Charlie kept close for the rest of the week. Making his following and watchful gaze ever apparent. You felt a steady confidence build inside of you. Someone was watching, Charlie of all people. If something went wrong he would know. You found yourself searching for him, in the hallways, in class. Your thoughts were thoroughly consumed by him. You slowly began to see him in a new light. Maybe your newfound obsession was just a comforting distraction from your painful reality. But it was a welcomed distraction.

You watched his hands flex and move as he held his pen. Watched the way his shoulders would roll as he passed you by in the hallways. Found yourself wondering what it’d feel like to run you fingers through his mess of hair-

But you kept a safe distance, he kept his as well. It was as if there was an unspoken understanding that any further communication would put you in real and horrible danger.

The rest of the week flew by, you found yourself pacing your bedroom floor that Sunday night.

This was it, it had to be. You’d call Stephen over, to end things. Fight if you had too. You refused to let yourself suffer any longer.

Just as you went to make the call, your phone rang. Your eyes widened as you scanned over the Caller ID. It was Charlie, you quickly answered the call with trembling fingers.

“Hey.” You answered. You were truly surprised you still had his contact information after all this time.

“Are you safe? Is he there with you?” Charlie spoke in a hushed tone.

You breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, I’m okay. I’m alone for now.” You paused for a moment, you weren’t sure why you were speaking in a whisper, the house was empty as it usually was.

“I’m going to call him over, though. I have to put an end to all of this.” You finished your statement. It was relieving to know that someone would be aware of what was happening. If things turned for the worst, at least he would know.

You couldn’t help your next words, “I’m so scared Charlie.” Your voice broke as you confided in him.

The line was silent for a moment. You nervously picked at the skin on your lips.

“You’ll be safe. It will be alright, I promise.” Charlie spoke just above a whisper now as well. You knew he couldn’t actually secure this, but it meant the most to you, nonetheless.

“I-I just want you to know. No matter what happens-“ Charlie could barely utter the words. You kept quiet, silently urging him on.

“Please know, I’ve always loved you.”

Your heart nearly stopped, the sudden pounding in your ears let you know it was still working.

Love? He truly loved you? You had been friends for ages, even if you had grown apart in recent times, you still considered him to be close. People can love their friends. Just love in a friendly way? Maybe you truly loved him in that way too. Could it be more than that though? How could it be? A thousand thoughts passed through your mind in an instant. You were surly overthinking this all. Maybe you’d truly like to love him in more than just in a friendly way, though. If you made it through the night, you think you could, in the future, after you gave yourself the time you needed to heal and process all of this.

Before you could let yourself overthink it any further, you replied breathlessly. “I love you too, Charlie.”

And with that, he hastily ended the call. You paced for a few more moments, reminding yourself of the peace that would come after all this ended. You had to be brave. It must have been no more than fifteen minutes before a new found certainty pushed you to dial Stephen’s number.

You chewed at your lip, running your fingers over the green and yellow healing bruises on your neck.

It felt like the phone just rang on forever. You were met by Stephen’s voicemail. Your heart sunk as you dialed his number again. He always answered your calls; always.

You were met with his voicemail over and over and over again. You eventually gave up your pursuit, setting your phone down beside you on the bed, turning your ringer all the way up just incase he decided to call you back.

You woke the next morning, sitting straight up in bed. You hadn’t remembered falling asleep, dread built inside you as you reached for your phone, expecting a dozen missed calls from Stephen.

Only there weren’t any, not a single one.

Odd. Your dread dissipated, only to quickly return as a thought hit you. Was he mad at you, ready to blow? What had you done to upset him? Were you in real danger now?

You got hastily ready for school. Throwing on a pair of too lose jeans and a sweater that hung just off your shoulder. Your hair was a mess around your shoulders.

An unfamiliar sight played in front of you as pulled into your schools parking lot. Dozens of students stood in front of the building. About six or seven news vans were parked nearly up onto the curb. What could this be for? What was happening?

You threw your bag onto your shoulder, making your way towards the schools entrance. It wasn’t until you got closer that you could see that many of the student held a sullen expression, a few were crying, held in comforting arms.

A pit grew in your stomach. Had someone been hurt?

You pulled a girl you were only acquainted with in passing to the side, stepping out of the view of one of the newscasters, you couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Kirby, what happened? What’s going on?” You asked the girl.

Your anxiety only worsened as her face twisted with pity and terror.

“I- I’m so sorry.” You could see the tears well up in her eyes.

Sorry? What could she possibly be apologizing for? She scanned over your panicked expression before dropping her gaze to the ground.

“It’s Stephen, they’re all saying he was found murdered this morning.”

Your head rung like a bell. You seemed to sink impossibly lower into the ground. Murdered? Stephen? He was really gone? But how-?

Your thoughts were quickly halted as Kirby wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a suffocating embrace.

“I can’t imagine the pain you’re feeling right now. I’m so, so sorry. I know you loved him.” Kirby’s voice cracked on her words, you could feel the tears roll down her face.

Love? Your love for him faded long ago.

Pain? You weren’t in any pain at all. The buzz in your ears dissipated as you took in the full weight of the news. You were free. Free, truly.

In some horrible and sick way, you were relieved it was finally over. You were okay, safe. It was going to be okay.

You tried your best to conceal the smile that was spreading across your lips as Kirby pulled away.

You put on your saddest expression, you were about to put on the best performance of your life.

Your lip quivered, the tears that welled in your eyes were truly tears of joy, but Kirby didn’t need to know that. You forced a pained grimace in your expression.

“How? How was he killed?” You asked, making your voice crack on your last words.

Kirby cringed, shuddering at the thought.

“No- no, I can’t say.” Kirby pleaded.

“Please, I need to know.” You urged her on, grasping around her upper arm.

Her eyes fell to the ground again before meeting your own.

“They’re saying he was stabbed, gutted. There’s no suspects so far.” The tears were now falling fervently down her face. You wished that you could tell her it was okay, explain that it was well deserved. But you couldn’t, couldn’t ever say that to anyone.

Your head pounded again as you pictured him dying on the floor, coughing and choking on his own blood.

You felt sick as you reveled in the image. You were terrified of your own disgusting joy at this all.

Kirby took in your far off expression.

“I’m so sorry. I have to- I have to go. If you need anything at all, I’ll be here for you.” Kirby said.

You sucked in your cheeks, biting down hard. You nodded, watching Kirby turn and disappear into the crowd.

You stood for a moment. Utterly stuck. You gazed mindlessly through the sea of students and teachers before a familiar frame caught your eye.

Charlie stood on the top steps that led into the school. He was standing right beside his best friend Robbie. His disposition was entirely different and unfamiliar today. He held his shoulders a bit higher, hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack.

It only took a moment for him to meet your gaze. He nodded. A half smile spread across his lips as he took in the sight of you. He seemed entirely unfazed about the entire situation that was unfolding around you.

A sudden realization seemed to wash over you as looked him over. His knuckles were bruised and purple. A deep scratch slid up just above his shirt collar.

Could he have? No, it wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

His words from the previous Monday played over starkly in your mind.

You felt yourself stumble forward a bit. An invisible rope pulled you mindlessly closer to him.

It was him. It had to be.

You felt yourself grow sick as you held him in your line of sight.

So incredibly brutal. You would’ve never believed him capable. But he had, he had done this.

And it was done entirely for you. You quickly understood that the sick feeling growing inside of you wasn’t caused by any sort of terror towards him. You were sick with yourself for feeling so incredibly thankful.

He had done this to save you. He had done this because he loved you.

You didn’t feel deserving. He was the only person you’d ever truly be able to find comfort in over this entire nightmare.

You knew in that moment, you’d do anything to protect him from all of this. He’d never take the fall for this under your care.

You found yourself just inches in front of him now. His gaze seemed to swallow you alive.

So- so brutal.

You threw yourself into him. Melting into him as his hands grabbed up your back and through your hair.

Your tears began to fall again as he held you. Tears of pure relief.

“Thank you.” You whispered into his ear, just loud enough for only him to hear.

He relaxed a bit, knowing that you knew, and that you were so incredibly grateful.

“Anything for you.” He replied in the same tone.

Anything for him.

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The Summer Hikaru Died - By Mokumoku Ren (9.5/10)

A wonderful country life comes with downsides. Anti-gay sentiment. Superstition. The crushing feeling that tells you you'll be trapped in your hometown, forever a country bumpkin. Our protagonist is in the closet. His best friend and secret crush dies. The body returns, madly in love with him. They had mutual feelings for each other from the start. Too bad the owner of the body will never be able to express those feelings. The monster is all that is left.

Hikaru was very loved. He was born into a modern family with some spiritual duties that involve the Great Lord Brain-Snatcher. A huge hellish beast that lives in a local mountain. A mass of death with no soul.

Hikaru dies in the forest on that mountain, and he begs the Lord to keep his best friend company.

Hikaru is gone. There is no moment where we get a glimpse of him. The Lord gets his body. His memories. The body becomes his shell, and the Lord uses it to enjoy "life" as a human.

Hikaru's complicated feelings for his best friend are so strong that they quickly bleed into the Lord.

The Lord becomes smitten with Yoshiki, the closeted best friend in question. At first its feelings seem shallow, but they grow. Yoshiki liked Hikaru so much. Yoshiki found Hikaru. He ran to the mountain during a dangerous storm to save Hikaru.

He found Hikaru alive that day, but he quickly realized that "Hikaru" is gone.

The Lord is shocked, and a bit sad.

It was willing to lie and pretend to be Hikaru forever.

It loves receiving love and affection from Yoshiki. It's willing to feel pain and pretend to be human to stay with Yoshiki.

Yoshiki can barely handle what's happening to him, but he accepts the Lord...as a friend.

It's all very tragic. Yoshiki and Hikaru were close. Their relationship was going to change. Yoshiki in particular was planning to move away so he could explore his identity as a gay man. There was a future where the two boys end up together, but it's gone now.

The Lord says it did not kill Hikaru. It found the body and it crawled in, but Hikaru was already dead.

The Hikaru flashbacks show this is mostly true. Hikaru was barely alive and dying for sure. He did give the Lord his body, but the Lord is selfish to the core. It is immortal. It loves being alive, and it loves Yoshiki honestly...the way a monster does. Not the way a human does. The Lord declares its love in awkward ways. It proposes various ideas to Yoshiki. If Yoshiki wants a killer, obedient beast it can be that. If Yoshiki wants a best friend it can be that. The Lord even likes Hikarus other friends, but it never wants to be separated from Yoshiki.

It's immortal. Incredibly old, but Yoshiki is its first love.

The Lord and Hikaru start a relationship...kind of. The Lord wants Yoshiki to touch his real body, which is inside Hikaru. This touching process will make Yoshiki stronger, mentally, against other spirits. More are coming, now that the ancient mountain is empty. Yoshiki is a tempting piece of prey, because traces of the Lord are on him.

It's poetic and evil. Yoshiki must have a closer relationship with the Lord in order to protect himself, but that's why he's in danger.

The other supernatural families and seers in town are afraid. They don't like to see ghosts. They just want to live life, but an adult steps in to give Yoshiki advice. Her husband came back, because of her desire for him. The result was nothing but pain, and scars on her son's body. She regrets her desire. She says that beings like the Lord want to mix with the living. Is the love the Lord feels just a distorted desire to consume? We don't know yet. The Lord is a somewhat considerate and kind character that doesn't enjoy killing. He's just willing to kill anyone who tries to ruin his life with Yoshiki.

The Lord is more passionate than it looks. It cracks jokes most of the time. It tries to be like Hikaru, but it doesn't work. The Lord is very serious and lonely on the inside. It wishes it was a better liar, so Yoshiki could enjoy life with "Hikaru".

Don't pity the Lord yet.

It doesn't want Hikaru to come back.

It's just not bloodthirsty.

It very much wants to take Hikaru's place.

A girl in their friend group almost dies. She also noticed that Hikaru isn't Hikaru. A single touch almost kills her, because she's not being trained to endure the dark like Yoshiki.

It's an odd moment.

The Lord likes playing with all of Hikaru's friends. It feels bad about killing, but it still does it. Only Yoshiki is able to get through to it. Yoshiki doesn't understand why it went for the kill, even though it knows that friends are precious. It's implied that the Lord cannot tell the difference between humans and animals. Yoshiki is "special" because the body it wears was in love with Yoshiki. Humans are fun. It likes playing games with them, but humans are not dogs that can be thrown out or abandoned when they cause trouble.

The Lord has trouble understanding this.

Yoshiki takes the Lord out on a date. They skip school and walk until sundown. Yoshiki brings the Lord to his bedroom, and he stabs it.

He can't let the Lord kill his friends or family. He can't. He has a twisted relationship with it. He might even love it a little. He might even enjoy the "mixing" part of their relationship, but no pleasure is worth death.

Yoshiki is a good person.

The Lord cries.

It failed.

Yoshiki hates it.

Yoshiki begs for death, because he can't handle the power. He doesn't know what to do what the nuclear bomb in his hands.

The Lord wants to make Yoshiki happy.

It rips itself in half on the inside. It gives Yoshiki half of its real body. At half power it can be killed by a human. Its full form is a totally unbeatable, immortal God...but Yoshiki is its only love. It gives Yoshiki some proof that it is trying to understand the value of life.

It might die.

The other adults are looking for it.

The Lord is too big to wander around the human realm.

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[rinbowaman]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER TWELVE

For once, there isn't any smut....HOWEVER.....

Warnings: mentions of murder, implications of gruesome torture, collection of body parts/organs, secret family history, intentions of murder, restraint, forcefully restraining y/n, some hints of conspiracy, conspiring others to hold a secret, cursing...think that's it. I really do feel bad for y/n in this one….This also isn't proofread....sorry. -___-

Next chapter is series finale! Be ready y’all!

It had been two days since Danny confronted you and the boys, revealing his knowledge of your hidden love affair and unexpected pregnancy. You bit your nails out of anxiety, staring out the window and watched as each drop of rain trails down the glass. You became so overwhelmed and nervous, you feared the worst and furthermore, despite his claims of not informing your mother, you wondered if Danny had divulged the details of what you had been doing with your twin stepbrothers for the last nine months, ever since she and Danny tied the knot. Was it too late to abort everything and start over? You considered restarting the entire avenue of how things came to be, you couldn’t deny that you’ve thought about it, yet the idea of abandoning the two men you had fallen for, regardless that it was forced and the nature of your love was more than likely due to Stolkholm Syndrome, was all unbearable. How could you leave them? Not only did you return their affection, but there was no way the boys would ever let you leave or go in peace. Surely, they would have haunted you and taken drastic measures to bring you back, you’ve already seen a hint of their ugliness with all the training and punishments they pushed on you. Aside from their obsessive nature, you have found yourself unable to imagine a world without them; you needed and depended on them so much for the last six months, how were you able to function without their generous consideration and devotion, especially now that you’ve not only gotten used to it, but embraced it. And then there was the baby…your baby, their baby…no doubt the thing was no bigger than the size of a pea, but the thought of you erasing it from your memory, knowing full well that you would have created something beautiful became ultra devastating. You couldn’t do it, you won’t. 

The only resolution you could accept was that your mother would find out about you and the twins, and that a huge debacle would unravel between you three and the parents, but it was a love worth fighting for. Your rational sense, well, if you can call it rational among everything that’s happened, told you of the legalities in this situation. It wasn’t illegal to have a consensual love affair between three people, minus the fact that no one would ever know that the relationship did not start out that way, but that didn’t matter to you anymore. You became theirs, and they were yours, it didn’t matter if it was all forced through struggles, pain, and a training process; you had already come so far and done so much, there was no looking back. You weren’t related to them, so really, was there anything genuinely wrong with what was going down? Could your mother be at all mad? Disagreeable, perhaps. You’re quite certain that she would have never thought that her daughter would be one to grow and indulge in such a sinful relationship that involved two men, yet it happened. Maybe…just maybe, this would all bend out through argument and tears. Or, it could end in a different way, one that had not crossed your mind…until Heeseung came into the room. 

“Aww, are you crying? What for? I told you everything is going to be fine, come here.” He walks into the room, gently closing the door behind as he smiles gracefully upon seeing the tear stains on your cheeks. He pats on his thigh as most dog owners would do, not that he treated you as one, he just knew that you liked it when he was gentle and soft. Getting up, you walk over and hug him tightly, and he returns the embrace. HIs nose duffles into your thatch of hair and inhales the scent, remarking how lovely you smelled. 

“God I love your scent…I dont think there’s anything in this world that looks or smells as good as you.” 

“W-where’s Heejeong.” 

Heeseungs eyes slowly open as his nose and mouth remain buried into your scalp. A pause of silence fills the air before he finally answers. 

“Heejeong is handling the matter of our parents.”

You look up, breaking the contact of his inhaling act as you look at him somewhat confused. “He’s going to see our parents?” You softly inquired, before continuing on as you watched him stare blankly at you. “Why didn't he take us? What is he going to say?” 

Sighing out, Heeseung grips your waist tightly, his fingers pinching your skin as he answers. “There won’t be much talking, that’s why you're here and' I’m keeping an eye on you.” 

Your eyes widened as you watched the shine of his eye disappear, becoming soulless and empty, matte as black velvet. “N….no…..no…..don’t….Heeseung no!” 

“Shhh…”

Attempting to calm you down, Heeseung restrains your movements as you burst out into sobs and made every effort to break free from his grasp to call Heejeong, how could they do this behind your back and eradicate the situation by doing the unthinkable towards Danny and your mother? 

“No! Not my mother! Heeseung please! Please call him! Please! She wont do anything to us! I promise! Please don’t do anything to her!” 

Your cries fell on deaf ears as Heeseung pins your arms securely to your sides, and brings you down on the floor where he wrapped his lengthy limbs to further secure you. “Shhh its okay baby…I promise everything is going to be okay. We’re going to be free from everyone and we’ll be together forever. The three of us.” 

Screaming, crying, and kicking, you nearly fainted upon feeling the extreme fatigue hit you as you were being forced to remain steady. Doing your best, you fought as hard as you could to break free from his grasp and prevent Heejeong from carrying out a deed that you did not approve of, yet with Heeseung burying his nose back into your head, he continues to inhale your scent, smiling maliciously as he pets your cheek and flawlessly keeps you steady in a trapped embrace, wiping away the fresh tears that spilled on your face. “Shhh, there….that’s a good girl. Be still and quiet, take a nap and I’ll wake you when Heejeong gets back.” 

……………………

Perhaps it was the way his tight hold around your arms and waist suffocated you, or maybe it was the exhaustion taking its effect, whatever it was, it bowed to Heeseung’s command and you undoubtedly felt yourself drifting off into a soundless doze while he hums a fruitful tune, as if he lullabied you to sleep. Within minutes, you were done, but not without the warm streams that coated your cheeks, and the image of your mother’s face being the last thing you think of before it became pitch black under closed eyes. 

……………………….

‘And so the young maiden ventures into a world that reeked of death, 

Unknowingly, she strays into a marriage with a bachelor intending to take her last breath. 

Though she may not have strayed in blindly, not knowing of what lies behind Bluebeard's closet, 

The pitiful, curious maiden will unveil the truth behind the rumors of her bethrothe’s torment.’

……………………….

Strategically parking the car aways, Heejeong calmly makes his way up the driveway of his father’s estate. Greeted by the familiar faces of his father’s guards and surveillance team, he flawlessly enters without being detected, after all, who would ever have thought that the young man, donning all black, would have any murderous intentions to carry out, especially against his own parents. Never minding the aftermath, he came more than prepared to carry out the deed and to pay off the guardsmen with stock bonds of his father’s corporation. Easily, it was an offer that no man or woman would refuse, especially if it meant they could retire at a prime age to any destination they wanted. The buyout is so generous, it even guaranteed a passport with one way tickets to a place of their choice, all they needed to do was to erase the footage, and speak of his presence and arrival to no one. 

Entering, he is greeted by the still silence that haunts the massive foyer. WIth a light on at a distance, Heejeong walks delicately through the narrow corridors that lead to the main room. The presence of his parents was lacking, yet he saw their vehicles and knew they had to be home. With his arms crossed, he takes a lingering stroll through the massive room, admiring the moon as it lays nudely in the center of the dark blue sky. The light illuminates his silver strands, and tones his olive complexion into a more pale color while the black cap shadows the darkness that lies beneath those matte black eyes. With cargo pants strapped with tactical knives, a kbar at his hip, and a small bundle of five-fifty cord, the image behind those items is hard to swallow for anyone who would be witness to what he intended to do, and yet…

“Are you here for your father?”

Turning around calmly, he stays composed and steady with an emotionless tone in his features. His arms remained crossed, with the sleeves of his black long sleeve rolled up, revealing the strength behind those veins that graced his forearms. 

“I’m actually here for you…and him.” 

He doesn’t make any sudden movements, and his eyes remained hidden under the bill of his hat, yet your mother spoke without any timidness in her voice. It was almost as if…

“I figured…I guess you’re here to talk to us?...Or maybe you’re here for something else…” 

She knew.

“By the sound of your voice, I’m guessing he already told you about his little visit last week?” Heejeong smirks in a condescending manner. Unsheathing the kbar from its leather cover, he flashes the lengthy blade as he taps the flat, shined edge of the knife against his chin. “Well now, since you already know about the baby, and by the sound of your voice it seems like you already know why I’m here.” Taking note of the woman’s lack of expression upon seeing the kbar made it easy to dictate that she knew of his reason for visit, yet the moment he mentioned the pregnancy, he was slightly shocked to find her eyes reacting, though he didn’t show any inclination of his confusion, at least not yet. 

“Y/n is….pregnant?”

“You mean he didn’t tell you? Hmph…fucking aye.”

Your mother shakes her head, looking down at the floor beneath her swarovski shoes. Her brows furrowed as tears began to welp up in the ducts of her eyes. 

“You don’t really need to cry, for you, I’ll make it quick.” Heejeong scoffs as he adjusts his grip, equipping the kbar for its intended use. 

“I’m not crying because I’m afraid of what you will do…Heejeong…” 

He had to be quite honest with himself, he was somewhat stunned at hearing her words, yet, the moment she appeared in the room, her reaction was anything but normal. She had already seemed to be aware of why he was here, and she didn’t seem to be so concerned about seeing the young man before her, dressed all in black while holding a large knife, seemingly flaring off a subtle threat, yet her tears weren’t because of that? 

“So enlighten me, why are you crying? Is it because you’re going to miss your daughter? Don’t worry, she’s with me and Heeseung, and we will take good care of her.” 

Your mother lifts her head and gives a chuckle that further confuses the man, it was a scoffing sense of laughter that only lasted for a split second before the look of fear and sadness drowned her face once more. “I know she has you both…I saw it in your…and Heeseung’s eyes the moment you both first met her….I saw the way you both looked at my daughter.” 

Furrowing his brows, Heejeong blinked before adjusting the expression to a more ruthless countenance. “Wait…so you’re telling me you know?” 

“Ha…Heejeong…a woman my age…I can tell when a man is smitten by love and obsession…let alone two.” 

The air fell silent and Heejeong merely stared at her, squinting his eyes with a fierce look, demanding an explanation. 

“I also knew…that my daughter probably didn’t have a choice when she moved in with you and your brother…am I correct on that?” 

Shifting his gaze on the marble tile, he emits small nods before giving off another malicious smirk her way. “Does that bother you? I can assure you, it was all done with good intentions. I love that girl, and so does Heeseung. We both cherish her, protect her, and have both become the father of the baby she carries. We are family, and all she will ever need is us.” Slowly, he takes his steps forward, closing in on the woman, yet came to a breaching halt the moment she spoke up, with a different kind of smile on her face. 

“I know…and I hope that you know how glad I am to hear it…especially when you say the word ‘protect’.” 

Furrowing his brows once more, Heejeong’s combat boots scuffs the tile as he abruptly stops mid way. “What the fuck is your deal? You knew about us practically kidnapping her, restraining her and holding her damn near hostage, the only thing you didn’t know about was the pregnancy yet…you don't seem to be bothered by that. What? Are you merely being supportive to save your own life? Or are you just a freak with a kink…that can understand the type of love we have for y/n?” 

Your mother sobs out, a burst of tears break free yet she laughs laconically, it almost appeared as if she went insane for a second. “Yes! Yes I understand that love you have for her and if the circumstances were different…maybe I wouldn’t have approved but the fact of the matter is…Heejeong…I need you and Heeseong to never leave my daughter. I need you both to keep her and take her far away from this place, as far as possible. I can’t tell you how delighted I was to hear when she ‘moved’ in with you both…yet I wasn’t as happy when I heard about what happened to Jeff…after hearing from her about all those terrible things he used to say…” 

Heejeong was beyond all lost. Was she truly just like them? Or was there something that she wasn’t telling, that caused this encouragement to dispel from her? She wasn’t at all concerned about you being with the twins, it seemed like she was concerned about something else. Heejeong was smart enough to sense that, yet he was having a hard time in fully cracking the code. “So…what you’re saying is…you’re okay with me and Heeseung being with y/n, despite the fact that you pretty much guessed…correctly I might add…that we are beyond in love with her…but have also tortured others and brutally killed for that love?” Raising a brow, Heejeong flashes the blade as he takes a couple more steps forward. “Don’t lie to me and try to save yourself now, that’s not going to end well. Nobody…and I mean nobody…is going to take Y/n away from us. Not you, your family, or my father.” 

Your mother breaks down once again, her knees meet the cold tile as she buries her face into her palms, kneeling before the man as she eludes a mixture of sobs and laughter. “Good…good…never….never break that promise….” 

Looking up, she notes the extreme confusion on the man’s face. Before he could say anything, she beat him to the punch. “Heejeong…I have to show you something…”

………………..

‘Before emitting his travels, where he would be gone till morning, 

Bluebeard gives the young maiden a single word of warning. 

“Stay away and do not open this door.” he tells her forcefully, 

Yet the maiden emits a false promise, her curiosity grows shamefully. 

…………………

Leading him to the study room, one that was grand and expelled the unique language of luxury, your mother maneuvers a hack, debunking the security system as she inputs the secret code that she found out during her stay in the mansion. 

“No one must know what I’m about to show you…” Looking back at Heejeong for reassurance, she receives it in a single nod as he huffs out a prolonged sigh, expressing a sense of irritation from whatever it was the woman was harboring in secret. “Just hurry up and show me already. If if you keep draggin this further I’m going to make it more painful than you will like…trust me. I have a dark side.” 

“One that was developed after meeting my daughter, I’m assuming?” with a snappy response, your mother looked back at Heejeong with a raised brow. “Trust me…you need to know the truth.” 

“The truth about what, woman?” Heejeong grows tired of your mother taking far too long in opening the door, after the security system accepts the code, Heejeong shoves your mother aside as he pushes the door wide open. “Okay, what is it?” 

Your mother makes her way toward the massive line of wall closets, each door in fine mahogany wood under protected lacquer gel paint. The golden brass handles were slim, yet elegantly decorated with engravings of peacock feathers. “Here…” Opening one of the skinny doors, she leaves it wide open for Heejeong to closely inspect. From afar, he could see the plastering of polaroid photos that were pinned on the inside of the door, with delicate crystal jars and lids, neatly organized on the shelves. “So…you wanted to show me my father’s locker?” 

Nodding her head, your mother encourages him to come closer. “Take a closer look…” 

Giving a harsh side eye, Heejeong glares at the woman before fully making his way in front of the locker’s interior…and there… 

“What….is this?....What the fuck is this?” 

……………………..

‘With the young maiden’s curiosity at its peak, 

She takes the golden key and inserts it without taking a second blink. 

Upon opening the closet door, there she stood in gruesome horror as she looks,  

The bodies of Bluebeard's missing wives, all hanging, bloodied and butchered on steel hooks. 

Quickly, she closes the door, and removes the key from the lock,  

Only to find that the blood red dye on the golden metal became her doomsday clock. 

Permanently remaining, no matter how much she scrubbed and soaked, 

Unfolding her lack of honesty, this was the trickery under Bluebeard's cloak.’

………………………

“This….is your father’s work.”  Your mother solemnly tells him, cradling her own arms, she issues fresh tears of sympathy as Heejeong takes in the note of her words, and recognizes the photos of the various young women. “Aren’t these the girls from the news? The ones that have been missing?” 

Shaking her head, your mother clarifies. “Not missing…not anymore. A lot of them had been found…in pieces and without a single breath in their body. The ones that the police haven’t found…trust me…they’re out there in ruin…your father is a monster.” 

Trailing his sight down, one particular photo catches his eye. “What is my mother’s picture doing here?” Taking the polaroid, he shifts a demanding glare over to her as he pinches the photo of his mother, with him and Heeseung as children by her side. Your mother quietly sobs. “Heejeong…I am so…so sorry….for you and your brother.” 

Heejeong’s heart skips a beat. He crumbles the photo in hand, though he instantly regrets it as the lone surviving memory of his mother crinkles in his palm. He didn’t need, nor did he want for her to clarify. He wouldn’t have been able to swallow it down had he heard it. He already knew what this had meant, all those times when he and Heeseung constantly questioned their father or their mother’s whereabouts, only to be told that she left due to the constant arguing and bickering. For years, he and his brother had thought their father drove their mother away, with his constant philandering habits with the younger women, and his abusive authority, it had only made sense that she would leave…yet the one thing he could never make sense out of, was why she had left without saying anything to him or his brother? Why did she never come back to see them? 

“She never left…at least…not by her choice….” 

Your mother’s words shatters Heejeong’s state of mind, as the anger drives up from his chest and into his brain. Gulping a hard swallow, he couldn’t even find it within himself to grow teary eyed, the rage took over and prevented him from feeling anything else. Lifting his sights, he inadvertently takes in a close sight of what was contained within those crystal jars. The delicate grooves of the container's decoration obscured the details, yet it wasn’t hard for him to see that within those fine jars, were ‘tokens’ of his father’s victims. Fingers, hands, eyeballs, hair, and even internal organs. Everything was sickening, even for someone like him. Sure, he and Heeseung were murderers, technically, yet they only did what they deemed necessary in order for them to keep you. No one was going to separate you three, and they were willing to do anything to keep it that way. But never in a million years would they resort to murder out of pure pleasure, unless it was for your safety and comfort, despite you not seeing it that way. 

As heartless it may have sounded, Heejeong cared less about the murdered women, so long as you were not a part of that list. He was not at all thrilled about finding out his own mother was a part of that statistic, yet she was no more than a distant memory, you were the only thing he and his brother cared about now, however, it went without saying that his father’s actions against his beloved mother deserved only one punishment that he deemed worthy, death. 

“So how long have you known this about my father?” Heejeong coldly states as he stares at the jars before him, even taking a moment to delicately remove one of the lids, only to gently shut it back up once the pungent scent of formaldehyde kicked in. 

“...It was before the wedding…”

Heejeong’s eyes grew wide as he tilted his head. “You knew for that long and didn’t say anything?” Clenching his teeth, he grew furious as the concept of your mother keeping the truth of his mother a secret for so long enraged him more, yet what made him even more angry was the fact that she knew, and yet never said anything, knowing full well that you could have been a potential victim, considering you were a young woman, pretty, and too gentle nature for your own good, much like all the victims that were targeted. 

“Did you ever consider that y/n would be at risk? Look at these women! Y/n is ten times the woman than any of these girls…and you not only kept silent, but married him? I should fucking kill you right now.” Shooting his hand forward, he grips your mother’s neck as he shoves her against the wall. “I’ll fucking slit your throat, cut you to pieces and place you in jars for him to come home to.” 

“I….it was for y/n’s safety that I married your father.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Confused, yet still enraged, Heejeong’s grip tightens as he chokes your mother out, before releasing and allowing her to catch her breath. “Fucking explain and get to the damn point.” 

“Y…your father…” coughing, your mother chokes up as she quietly sobs in between her words. “Your father admitted….shortly after meeting him….when I met him at the event….I wasn’t alone. I was with my nieces…y/n’s cousins….he was…he was going after them. So he came and greeted us….he was going to eventually get their information and over time….they would have ended up just like these girls….but….but….” her eyes welded up as she sobbed hysterically. “He saw y/n’s photo on my phone screensaver….he saw her and immediately dropped everything….once he found out that she was my daughter….he pretended to love me….he asked me to marry him…and I accepted…but then….one night…..” your mother’s sobs calmed down, as she kneels back down on to the floor, barely able to function as she recollects the discovery of Danny’s unusually gruesome habit. 

“One night…he came home…bloodied and just….I could see it wasn't him bleeding…he was covered in some else's blood…he didn’t know I was awake….so when I saw him….he just laughed…..and he told me…..he….he told me…..”

……………….

“Well…since we’re having a moment of honesty, I think it’s appropriate for you to know that I am only marrying you to get closer to y/n….she is so lovely. Oh but don’t worry, she won’t be added to the jars like the rest of them…no…she’s far too beautiful for that. I am going to marry her. Now, if you want to live, I have no intention of wasting my time or my shiny tools on you, but I will…if I have to….if you want to live…and if you want your daughter to keep living, then I suggest you stay silent. After some time, we’ll get a quickie divorce, you go away and I will marry y/n. During the meantime, you will convince her to agree to the marriage, just….tell her how good in bed I am, that should help out. Right?” 

……………….

Danny’s laughter following his tasteless joke was all your mother could remember. She explained to Heejeong, that she had been secretly trying to find a way to escape, along with Y/n, away from Danny. Yet there was no plan that was sound enough for her to carry out….until. 

“When you both met y/n….and I saw the look of obsession that overtook you both during dinner that night…I knew…I knew that was y/n’s way out of this….you two are what was going to protect her….while I find a way out. I-I….I could never let him have y/n…I feigned loyalty to him all for the sake of keeping him from doing anything behind my back. So yes…I stayed silent and acted the part….but by doing so, I bought you both time to take her…bring her to your home….love her…impregnate her…and now…I am buying you time to take her away and do what you need to do with Danny.” 

Shutting his eyelids halfway, Heejeong gives a seldom glare as your mother grovels at his feet. “Please…please take her away. I don’t care if you take her away from me, just please….keep her safe…keep her away from Danny…do what you have to do….Heejeong…don’t let that man near her!” 

“Where is my father?” Heejeong calmly states as it dawned on him that Danny had been absent the entire night. 

“He went on a trip over night….he comes back tomorrow morning. He….I think he went to find a clinic….at first I didn’t know what it was for but….when you said earlier that y/n was pregnant….I think he is finding a way to get her institutionalized….so he can keep her away from you two.” 

Turning his head once more, he stares at the crystal jars before kneeling down on one knee. Sheathing his kbar, an eerie smirk develops, one that he displayed before he did away with Jeff. 

“Well, I suggest that you pack your bags and leave town…leave the country even.”  

Standing back up, with no sense of sympathy in his expression or tone, Heejeong takes his phone out, and hands it to your mother. Looking at the screen, she shifts a wide eye stare back to Heejeong after noticing that his banking app was open. 

“Put your account information in there, and type in a number. I don’t care what or how high, type in any number you want with as many zeroes you can fit in. Once it transfers to your account, get your stuff and leave.” 

Your mother graciously holds the phone in both palms, yet refrains from typing anything in. “If…if I leave…wiill…will I ever get to see y/n again?”

Crossing his arms, Heejeong’s lids grow heavier. “Why would you? She has me and Heeseung, she doesn’t need you. We are all she’ll ever have and need, mother or not, if I were you….I’d stay away. I’m not going to show you the same clemency as tonight…you come near her, I’ll finish what I came to do.” 

Your mother flared a saddened smile, before handing the phone back. “I don’t need your money. Danny left his safe open, he never worried about me taking anything and leaving because he knew that with y/n here, I was forced to be trapped and play along. But now that you know the truth…I don’t need to play anymore….will I?

…………………………

“Fearing for her life, the young maiden sends one of the servants away with a horse and message in hand. 

“Fetch my brothers! Tell them what is bound to happen to me, for they love me more than any man can!”

Desperate, the young maiden waits, not knowing if she will remain living come morning. 

Bluebeard makes his way back home, where the young maiden awaits, each hour nearing his foreboding. “

Authors notes: the motha-f*cking plot twist!!!

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