#and now they’re big idiots who are married and happy and get to be at peace after a decade of hardships and hurting 🤕

[beom-pyu]

i can't swim, idiot ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ choi beomgyu

choi beomgyu x fem!reader , tags: best friends to lovers au , beomgyu is annoying(ly cute) , fake dating? nah... fake married? bingo! , reader is so fed up with beomgyu how is he still alive , fluff , black cat x golden retriever dynamic ??? , hinted bisexual!beomgyu happy pride month , hinted pining , nsfw , some cliche moments bc who doesn't love a good cliche

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a wife and "mrs" , cursing , playfully (?) threatening each other's lives , soft dom!beomgyu , sub!reader , pool sex , unprotected sex , marking , praise , creampie , cum eating , morning sex <3 , cunninglus (fem receiving) , overstimulation , dry humping , big dick gyu community please gather

a/n: another summer fic for you lovelies!! <3 i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i had fun writing it! (not edited yet!)

song recs: island - youha, spotless mind - jhene aiko, nature feels - frank ocean

wc: 10.7k+

[I THINK WE JUST GOT SCAMMED.]

“wait, wait, wait. you did what?” 

you slowly lower your lukewarm cup onto the cafe table before taking out your airpods—no music is playing, but you want to be 100% sure you heard him right. your best friend shoots you a lopsided grin from across the table, stirring his drink with the chewed straw in between his fingers.  

“i entered us into an exclusive giveaway for married couples to win a trip to greece for a week?”

one by one, you can feel your brain cells begin to die off at his words, your eye twitching while beomgyu smiles innocently at you. 

“beomgyu, i’m going to ask you a simple question and i want a simple answer.” pinching the bridge of your nose, you inhale for a second before meeting his eyes with the most exasperated gaze you've ever worn in your life. “why?”

the brown-haired boy is all too quick with a reply.

“why not?” beomgyu shrugs, his tiny grin morphing into something menacing on his lips—as if this is the funniest thing that has ever happened to him in all of his 22 years of life. 

you have the sudden passing thought to throw your coffee at his face, but that’s a precious $6 you’d never get back, so you refrain from doing so. instead, you take a slow, deep breath and momentarily close your eyes.  “god, if you’re out there, please, please give me patience.”

“i’m pretty sure the phrase is ‘god give me strength’,” beomgyu retorts from his seat across from you, sipping annoyingly on his nearly empty caramel frappe.

you blink at him once, twice. “if god gave me strength, you’d be in a casket right now.”

beomgyu simply cackles at your response, feigning a scared face with his hands up like he’s being held at gunpoint before he continues to laugh at his own mockery. you kick him under the table, successfully wiping that wide smile off of his dumb face.

“what was that for?” beomgyu whines with a pout, reaching down to rub his shin. a few heads turn to see what the ruckus is about and you shoot them a polite, apologetic smile and bow before turning back to mr. drama queen. the kick wasn’t even that hard.

“did you even think about what would happen if we actually won? we don’t have the time nor the money for a resort in greece.”

“oh, calm down, y/n. you know no one ever actually wins those things, right? they’re all scams.” beomgyu waves you off with his hand before bringing the green straw back up to his lips, your ears bleeding at the sound of his obnoxious slurping. you can’t stand his face.

“and how are you so sure of that?”

“because i entered that nickelodeon giveaway thing when i was 11 and never heard back from them.”

you blink at him again, thrice this time—just in case you’ve been transported into a different dimension and a stupidity demon has possessed your best friend’s body. nonetheless, beomgyu is still grinning idiotically as he chews on his straw, tilting his head at you like a maltese.

“please be so serious right now.” 

“i am! plus, even if we do win—which we won’t—and it’s not a scam… shit, that’s a free trip to greece!”

the joy on his face boils your blood to no end. he’s truly dense; you can’t believe you’re insane enough to call him your other half. everything on earth must be balanced out, you suppose—the yin to your yang.

“have you considered the fact that we aren’t married?” you cock your head at him, hands folded on top of the table, speaking slowly as if you’re talking to a child… hold on, wait—you literally are.

“shoot—could’ve fooled me!” beomgyu lets out a puff of laughter. “we might as well be.”

you blink at him again.

“please don’t ever say that again. i think i just threw up in my mouth.”

beomgyu rolls his eyes before snatching his phone out of his pocket with the speed of light to show you the flier he had screenshotted. he shoves the phone in your face, tapping incessantly at the bottom text of the photo.

“look. it says all expenses paid.” 

you stare at him with a silent ‘so what?’ and beomgyu sighs dramatically as he lowers his phone. he has the nerve to be exasperated with you? you’ll never understand where men get the pure audacity.

“so you’re going to look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t pretend to be my wife for a few days so we can get a free trip to greece?”

you look him straight in the eye. “beomgyu, i’d rather be burned on a stake.” 

“yea, 'cause you’re a fucking witch,” he mumbles under his breath, trying to hold in his laughter. you don’t know how much more patience you have with him, so you simply exhale, checking the clock on your phone.

“i don’t have time for this—i gotta get to my lecture,” you huff out, standing as you grab your bag that sits by your feet. beomgyu pitifully whines, looking up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes known to man.

“would you seriously not do it?” 

it’s now your turn to laugh, picking up your coffee to take a big sip. you’re gonna need the caffeine. 

“those things are scams, gyu—you said it yourself! see you later.”

☆

nights are oh, so serene, you think, as your head hits your fluffy pillow later that night. you’re freshly showered and tucked under your covers, snug as a bug in a rug as you doze off to the lovely scent of your hibiscus air freshener and the quiet waves of your sleep sounds machine. there’s no need to count sheep—you’re completely drained from all of the walking you had to do today. all of your classes just so happen to be on opposite sides of the campus, and you’re sure your step counter is on the verge of exploding by now.

your mattress feels even comfier today, a slight breeze coming through your cracked window, balancing out the heat from your thick duvet. it takes no time at all for you to be tugged under by the lust of sleep, drifting off to a perfect dreamland full of bright colors and open fields and your blaring ringtone.

wait.

your ringtone?

you don’t even bother to open your eyes, patting around your bed for your phone before you feel the cool screen against your fingertips. it takes a few failed swipes to actually answer, mumbling out a half-asleep “hello?” as you lazily press the device to your ear.

“hi, my wonderful bff. my world, my girl, my bro, my home-shizzle! hypothetically, on a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if i told you that the greece trip thing wasn’t a scam? and that we won? and that we leave in 2 days? hypothetically.” 

the silence is incredibly loud.

…

“eleven.”

[NEWLYWEDS.]

three months ago, if you were to tell yourself that you would be adorning a fake amazon wedding ring with your best friend’s arm wrapped around your waist as you stand inside some modern insurance firm being interviewed as a newlywed couple—well, you probably would’ve admitted yourself into the nearest asylum.

you don’t know what choices from your past led you to this moment, forcing a smile as a middle-aged woman with the cleanest-cut bob you’ve ever seen enthusiastically shakes your hand before moving on to beomgyu’s. he seems completely unfazed and the thought alone irks your soul to no end.

truthfully, this is all your fault. if you would’ve just told beomgyu that you are not going to pretend to be his wife for a week, you would’ve never ended up in this situation in the first place. but can anyone blame you when he offered to pay for your coffee every single day for the next 6 months, and wash your car, and take out your trash for as long as you ask him to? 

right! any sane person would’ve said yes, too!

so here you are as mrs. choi (gag), laughing along as the lady cracks a few jokes, complimenting beomgyu’s silky hair and your bright smile before sighing dreamily.

“my goodness, aren’t you two just the cutest newlyweds i’ve ever seen! how many months has it been?”

beomgyu looks down at you with a soft smile; anyone who is meeting him for the first time would’ve taken the gaze as something filled with pure adoration and undiluted love… but you know him. you see the way his eyes sparkle with mischief, the annoying quirk of his playful grin, and the pure amusement that washes over his features at your subtle glare. 

he’s having way too much fun with this. 

you pinch his side hard, a small bout of victory washing over you as he flinches.

deserved.

“we’re coming up on three months now?” beomgyu speaks through slightly gritted teeth before looking back up at the short woman, sending a charming smile her way. she squeals, bouncing on her heels and you bite back a grimace at the sheer volume.

“we decided to travel a bit before settling down and buying a home here in seoul,” you speak robotically, following the exact script you both came up with in your notes app on facetime last night. beomgyu hums in affirmation, tapping your side in a silent “good job”.

“awe! how sweet is that? what a wonderful idea to travel together while you're still young and nimble, unlike this old lady right here.” the lady honks out a laugh as she points to herself with her thumbs. you glance over at beomgyu who seems to be having the time of his life and—the regret of saying yes quickly settles deep in your bones. “you pair are such a lovely and beautiful couple!”

her high-pitched and overly enthusiastic voice pierces your ears and you can already feel the headache coming on.

“well, what can i say? it was love at first sight. i knew i had to make her mine and see the world with her as soon as possible,” beomgyu smoothly recites, gazing back down at you with the same look as before. you feel the bile rise in your throat. the words are so foreign to your ears, it’s almost jarring. the lady doesn’t even notice your discomfort and continues on and on about how cute you both are, how you remind her of her niece, and how beomgyu should totally be a model.

you force the fakest smile ever as beomgyu pinches your side, a cue for you to speak up. resisting the urge to punch him for pinching you (even though you had done it first), you simply nod along with an artificial laugh, your hand coming up to rest on his chest in faux infatuation.

ew. 

“marrying beomgyu was the best decision i’ve ever made. i’ve never been happier.” 

you swear you feel your eye twitch as the lady coos—she claps her hands excitedly, her short bob bouncing with the movement.

“how heartwarming! i’m sure this trip will bring you even closer, shedding a new light on the glitter of your love for decades to come!”

you and beomgyu are silent for a beat—because what the fuck is she even saying?—before awkwardly laughing, nodding along in hopes that she’ll wrap this up quickly. the lady’s smile doesn’t falter for a second as a stiffness fills the air, clapping her hands again as he ushers you two towards the lyft.

“better get a move on so you don’t miss your flight! i hope you have a wonderful time, lovebirds! and congratulations once again!”

the car is absolutely silent as you both settle in after all of your luggage is loaded up. beomgyu has this annoying, close-lipped smile on his face, his lips pursed like a duck—he’s so obviously trying to hold in his laughter as you grumble under your breath, snatching that stupid plastic ring off of your finger. 

you glance at him before rolling your eyes. “go ahead.”

in the blink of an eye, his boisterous laughter fills the car, high and squeaky, and you silently empathize with the lyft driver who subtly turns the radio up to combat the intrusive noise. beomgyu’s doubled over, patting his leg as he gasps for air, eyes squeezed shut; and as much as you hate to admit it, your own lips quirk up into a small smile at the sound. curse your best friend and his contagious laughter.

“i can’t believe we just did that,” beomgyu heaves out before another round of giggles leaves his lips. he reaches up to push his hair out of his face before wiping at his eyes dramatically. 

“i didn’t think i had it in me,” you agree, giving in to the grin that slowly spreads across your face. you make the horrible decision of meeting beomgyu’s eyes, and it takes less than a millisecond for you both to aggressively burst out laughing, bodies falling against each other's as your limbs grow weak.

“no, that was the funniest shit ever, i swear. we sold it.”

“for a second, i actually thought you were really in love with me.” your laughter slowly dies down as beomgyu lifts himself off of you, his chest rising and falling quickly as he attempts to catch his breath. you’re sure you don’t look any better—you definitely have abs after all of that.

“i just had to pretend that you were i.u,” beomgyu admits with an overexaggerated dreamy look off into the distance. you’re quick to fall into another fit of laughter but for a different reason this time.

“i.u doesn’t date freaks.”

beomgyu’s lips dramatically pout as he crosses his arms over his chest like a little kid, scoffing at your comment. “why do you always have to crush my dreams?”

“i don’t always crush your dreams. only when they’re stupid.”

“so… always?”

“no—yes.”

beomgyu’s quiet for a moment, turning his head to look out the window. his eyebrows are slightly furrowed, but the expression quickly smooths out as he turns towards you, uncrossing his arms to play with the fake ring on his finger.

“i’m not taking the couch.”

“what?” 

“it’s a couple’s suite. i’m taking the bed since i’m the one who entered us in the first place.”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes again—your mother had told you that one day your eyeballs would get stuck in the back of your head, and right now, that idea didn’t seem so bad. beomgyu’s teasing smile is anger-inducing, and you think you might rip it off if you have to look at it any longer. 

“what happened to chivalry? i’m your wife now, so as the man, you have to give me the bed.”

“fuck chivalry! you’re mean to me. i owe you nothing,” beomgyu huffs, squinting his eyes at you.

“i’m not mean to you,” you immediately defend, hitting his arm for even making such heinous accusations. beomgyu gasps, reaching up to hold his arm where you made impact.

“see? mean!”  once again, the dramatics are almost admirable—there’s no way that hurt. he’s been hitting the gym with his roommate taehyun lately, and you’ve seen the way he’s bulked up from the scrawny shrimp boy he used to be in high school. if anything, the hit hurt you!

“let’s play rock paper scissors, then. two out of three gets the bed.”

beomgyu huffs, but obediently holds up his fist. “fine.”

three games pass by in a blur.

“you cheated!” he whines, pointing his finger at you with wide eyes, his eyebrows shot up into his hairline.

“how did i cheat? just admit you suck ass, mr. couch.” your triumphant smile results in another whine from the loser next to you, putting his fist back up for a rematch. “no, i already won!”

“you’re lucky i love you.” beomgyu’s quick to give up, a tiny smile appearing on his face at the way you pretend to gag at his words.

those butterflies in your stomach are only because you skipped breakfast that morning—totally not because of the soft gaze he sends your way, mindlessly playing with the plastic ring on his finger as you two fall into a comfortable silence. totally.

☆

this sucks.

today is the first time you’ve ever ridden in first class, and you can’t even enjoy it because of the exhaustion running rampant through your veins. there’s a reason why you picked all afternoon and late night lectures; why you avoid any invitations to go out for breakfast with your friends; and why you have blackout curtains on all of your windows. you are not a morning person, whatsoever, and with that 8 a.m interview and your flight at 10 on the dot, you’re absolutely beat.

for starters, pretending to actually be in love with your best friend in front of a lady who cannot speak at a normal, human volume is more taxing than swimming from portugal to australia with no breaks. you swear. second, beomgyu has apparently never ridden an airplane before and therefore has no idea what airport etiquette is. 

(“you have to put all of your electronics in the bins, okay?”

“when i go through the x-ray thing, will they see my underwear? oh my god, no, will they see my dick?”

“no, they won’t see your dick, beomgyu.”

“but how do you know they won’t see my dick? sick fucks.”

“they’re literally doing their job, beomgyu.”

“they can do their job without looking at my dick!”

“they aren’t going to see your dick!”

the lady in front of you covers her kid's ears as she shoots you two the nastiest glare you’ve ever seen. you both bow in apology before you flick beomgyu on the back of his neck.)

you can barely keep your eyes open as you watch some marvel movie on the little screen in front of you, fighting to at least stay awake long enough to order dinner. it’s futile, though, because you’re already blacking out every few minutes, head lulling side to side like a bobblehead. 

you finally give up the battle, reminding yourself that there will be endless food at the resort, so you settle yourself into your plush seat, resting your cheek against your neck pillow. from this angle, you have a perfect view of beomgyu who’s in the secluded seat next to you, and—oh.

he looks… he looks softer than usual, only illuminated by the natural light emerging through the circular windows. his hair is slightly mussed from his fingers, his long fringe hanging over his eyes in such a way that he has to keep shaking it out of his vision. he has his earbuds in, watching the sky through the tiny window next to him with his bottom lip in between his teeth—a habit he’s had since he was young. you know he’s thinking, lost in his mind abyss by the way his fingers fidget with the end of his shirt, his leg shaking incessantly.

“hey, gyu,” you call out quietly so as to not disturb anyone else around you. his music must’ve been turned down low, seeing as his eyes find yours at the call of his name, taking an earbud out to hear you better. “you okay?”

if there’s one thing you know about your best friend, it’s when he’s nervous. it shows with the way his leg doesn’t stop moving, even as he nods out a yes in reply to your question, seeing his jaw move as he grinds his teeth together. 

“the plane keeps shaking,” he whispers, eyes wide and worried as a little bit of turbulence rocks the cabin right after he finishes speaking. even in your tired state, you can’t help but laugh softly at his animated expression, shaking your head.

“are you scared?” the teasing tone in your voice is apparent—beomgyu rapidly shakes his head in disagreement, but you see right through him as his hand grips the armrest, eyebrows knitted together. everything in your nature tells you to tease him, rile him up a bit, poke fun at him—but he genuinely looks concerned, and you’re too tired to come up with anything witty to say. instead…

“it’s just turbulence. you’re okay, gyu.”

you watch the way beomgyu relaxes ever so slightly, nodding his head as his grip loosens. you send him a little smile, not bothering to wait for him to smile back before turning your head the other way, finally letting sleep pull you under.

[FREE MARGARITAS.]

you don’t get a single moment to look around the resort because as soon as you both lug all of your things into your suite, you’re told a romantic, candle-lit dinner on the beach just down the hill has been reserved for you two as a welcome gift by the company. you’re not complaining of course, but you still would’ve liked to at least get acquainted with the area before indulging in everything.

it takes you an hour and a half to get ready; partially because beomgyu’s showers take forever. he’s in there singing along to some random 70s hits playlist, having the time of his life, while you take the time to look around the suite. 

it’s huge, to say the least. a single pod building that sits on a hill full of others alike with pristine white walls and elegant decoration—it’s almost 3 times bigger than your own apartment and you can only imagine how much all of this would’ve cost. wide, open windows line the walls with marbled tile underneath your feet, the furniture ranging from white to beige to a palette of blues, mimicking the colors of the beach in the distance.

outside is a wide patio with a glistening pool and comfy lounge area, complete with a loveseat and a swing. it has the perfect view of the coast, the sun already lowering behind the horizon. it’s absolutely breathtaking, and you make sure to take plenty of pictures, even posting a few on your instagram story (without tagging beomgyu, because you’re pissed at how long he’s taking in the bathroom.)

by the time he comes out, his hair is blow-dried and pushed out of his face with a headband. he looks like casper the friendly ghost with the white facemask he adorns and you stifle a laugh at the thought. 

you force yourself to dismiss the way he only has a towel wrapped around his waist, chest completely bare as he strides over to his suitcase—he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge your presence as he pulls out the most formal thing he can find, dropping it onto the bed.

“you gonna shower or what?” he asks over his annoyingly broad shoulder, hands reaching down to undo the towel around his waist. a yelp leaves your lips at the sudden movement, covering your eyes as you rush towards the bathroom.

“you’re disgusting!” you yell before slamming the door shut, locking it for good measure. his cackles ring throughout the suite and you flick him off from behind the wall—he can’t see it, but you want to at least get it out of your system.

halfway through your shower, you realize you forgot to bring your clothes into the bathroom to change. you blame this all on beomgyu—half because somehow every inconvenience in your life is all his fault and half because you just want a reason to ignore the way you keep thinking about how toned he’s gotten recently. you mentally make it your mission to shut down every single gym in his vicinity.

you wrap your towel tight around your body before cracking the door open, the cool air from the a/c attacking your skin like icicles. poking your head out, you scan the room for any sign of your counterpart, but the room seems to be completely empty. you wait a few seconds, just in case he decides to make any unannounced appearances before deeming the room safe enough to enter. the coast is clear.

you rush over to your suite case, unzipping it to find an appropriate dress, deciding on a white one to match the white button-up beomgyu had pulled out. you grab your makeup bag, as well as your perfume and it isn’t until you stand back up to find refuge in the bathroom that you notice the figure in the doorway. you jump in surprise, a small scream escaping your lips as you wrap your arms around yourself defensively. 

“you fucking stalker,” you huff as he doubles over in laughter. 

“oh my god, you should’ve seen your face,” he gasps, holding his hand to his stomach as his entire body vibrates with cackles. despite the venomous glare you send his way, your eyes can’t help but catch onto the fact that beomgyu cleans up nicely. 

you’ve gotten so used to beomgyu’s endless collection of sweatpants and hoodies that the thought of him looking like an a-list celebrity never once crossed your mind. the top few buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing the smooth expanse of his chest, appropriately decorated with a few layered necklaces. it seems like he decided to trade out his usual dangly earrings and ear piercings for simple studs that shine when the chandelier above you hits them. 

those black dress pants hug his legs in a way that makes you swallow, feeling your body grow warm at the way he tucks his hands into his pockets. he cocks his head at you curiously, a jesting smile on his lips—he looks infuriatingly good, to the point where you have to physically rip your eyes away from him.

“like what you see?” he badgers while he strolls into the room, as if he can see right through your little facade. you scoff, holding your stuff tight to your chest as you flee towards the bathroom again. 

“what happened to privacy?” you make sure to completely ignore his previous question—he can tell all too easily when you’re lying, and you really don’t feel like being teased relentlessly tonight.

“what’s the issue? you’re my wife now, aren’t you?” his voice is provoking, playful as you burn through him with another intense glare.

“beomgyu, i promise you, i will drown you in that pool if you say another word.” and then you happily slam the door shut in his face.

“no, you won’t! you love me too much,” he singsongs from behind the door. all you can do is roll your eyes because—yes. yes, you do.

☆

you don’t think you’ve ever seen beomgyu act so… gentlemanly ever since he tried to get his 6th grade crush to like him back—but this time, without the weird phrases he stole from western movies and the electric blue braces that lined his teeth.

he’s committed to this husband act; pulling your chair out for you and pushing you in after you take a seat, kissing the back of your hand (you kicked him under the table at that), and even telling you that you look, and you quote, “absolutely stunning, baby.”

you hope your discontentment isn’t showing too obviously through your forced smiles and giggles, that plastic wedding band around your ring finger uncomfortably sticking to your skin. 

you can’t deny the fact that the dinner is really nice, though. never in your life would you have thought you’d be drinking expensive wines and eating 5-star cuisine on a beach with your childhood best friend—you’re pretty sure 14-year-old y/n would’ve complained about how it should’ve been choi soobin from 4th period instead of beomgyu, but you’ll take what you can get.

in all honesty, it simply feels like a normal dinner out with your best friend. you both still laugh and joke as usual, reminiscing on the time when beomgyu forgot to take out his retainer before his band performed at the school festival in 10th grade, resulting in a slurred rendition of sk8er boi by avril lavigne and a crowd full of giggling onlookers. (if you had to threaten a few people to leave beomgyu alone about it afterward, then so be it.)

the thing is, it’s not hard to let go around beomgyu. you’ve known each other since you were in diapers; defending beomgyu from bullies in elementary, attending all of his self-made band’s concerts, and hanging out on your rooftop eating popsicles and gummy worms. you could complain all you’d like about his teasing, his constant, exuberated nature, and his inane questions, but there’s no one else that you’d put your life on the line for, other than the puppy-like man in front of you.

his eyes sparkle with the reflection of the candlelight as he rambles on about how he genuinely thought planes did a loopty-loop before taking off and your heart aches with a sort of warmth you’ve been trying to dismiss for so long. 

the dinner ends all too quickly, and by the time you down your last glass, you realize you’re slightly tipsy. you’ve always been a lightweight, but you really didn’t think you drank that much—you must’ve been too distracted by beomgyu’s crazy stories to acknowledge the waiter constantly filling your glass after every few sips. at least it was free.

you slightly wobble on your heels as you take a stand in the sand, a little noise of surprise leaving your lips as a warm hand meets your hip, swiftly steadying you. you look down and automatically recognize the amazon ring, your head turning to meet beomgyu’s gentle eyes.

“don’t tell me i have to carry you all the way back.” and even though it’s a joke, there’s a layer of genuineness in his tone as you stumble again.

“‘m not that drunk,” you reply with the slightest of slurs, quietly giggling at the simple image of beomgyu carrying you bridal style to the bed. now that would truly sell the act, for sure. beomgyu shakes his head with a small smile, but his hand doesn’t leave your waist as he guides you back towards the suite, his touch firm and sturdy. 

you’re almost across the beach when you stumble again, but this time, your heel actually gives out as you trip, a tiny yelp leaving your lips right before you hit the ground. you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the impact—but it never comes.

“yep. i’m carrying you.”

you crack an eye open to see beomgyu with an amused smile on his face, both of his hands holding onto your hips. turns out you weren’t even close to hitting the ground at all… okay, maybe you are drunk.

“piggy back ride?” you ask with a little giggle. you’re reminded of that time beomgyu had to give you a piggyback ride all the way back home from the park after you sprained your ankle trying to do a backflip off of the swing in elementary school. what a time.

beomgyu rolls his eyes fondly, but gives you a little nod, letting go of your waist to kneel down by your feet. “give me your foot.”

you give him a quizzical look, cocking your head at him in pure confusion before he pats his thigh, motioning towards your leg. still a bit out of it, you hold onto his shoulder as you lift your foot, feeling a weird sensation rush up your spine at the way he gently holds onto your calf to slip your heel off of your foot. he does the same to the other without a word, completely unfazed by the way your mouth remains slightly ajar in shock. his fingers are gentle and soothing against your skin, despite being mildly calloused from his guitar back home.

it’s enough to throw you off, swallowing as his eyes meet yours again. his eyes are incredibly soft as he smiles up at you—he motions towards his back with a quiet “hop on”.

you obey, only faltering slightly as your arms sling around his shoulders. with the new proximity, you can smell his cologne, something sweet and woodsy. his hands grab onto your thighs—one decorated with high heels hanging off two of his fingers—before hiking you up a bit. he begins walking, saying something about how he thinks there’s 10 tons of sand in his shoes by now—and if he notices you’re too distracted by his hands on your legs to process what he’s saying, he doesn’t mention it.

☆

the view is absolutely breathtaking through the glass tall windows of your suite, the rays bouncing off of the pool as you watch beomgyu wade in the water, his eyes shut. it’s weird seeing him like this—fully relaxed, calm, and still. 

it seems like ever since you met beomgyu, all chubby-cheeked and busy-bodied, he’s always been on the move. whether it be to sprint down the road to meet you at the corner so you can walk to school together, or high in the air as he jumps on your trampoline… and even when his body is physically still, his mouth still runs a mile a minute, talking about anything and everything in the entire universe, letting his thoughts run wild around you.

as much as you truly do adore his silly side, him being the main reason why you were able to break out of your shell in the first place, you can’t help but be slightly fascinated with this alternate side of him.

it’s morning now; the yellowish-white hue of the blinding sun bounces off of his skin as he soaks up the moment, his brown hair getting so long it falls down the back of his neck in soft layers. you feel like a creep, watching him like this, but something about the entire atmosphere makes your eyes unable to look away as you slowly sip on the complimentary margaritas. 

your best friend has always been attractive—that’s one thing you cannot deny. he’s had his fair share of flings, and partners (and even a throuple once) throughout the years while you’ve only endured a few situationships here and there. he’s been called handsome his entire childhood and well into his adult years, taking the compliment in stride. he never let it get to his head or fuel his ego, though; for some reason, that fact makes him even more appealing.

he’s always just been your best friend, and you both are incredibly okay with that label—you know each other best, and that’s all that really matters. never mind the way his eyelashes flutter like monarch butterflies, or the way his cheeks flush when it’s too cold outside, or the way his leg bounces when he’s excited or nervous, alike. you try to ignore the way his laughter always manages to make the sun come out, and the way he always orders for you at restaurants because he knows you aren’t a fan of talking to strangers, and the way he seems always to know what you need, right when you need it.

he’s truly the yin to your yang. but there’s something else bubbling under the surface that you aren’t quite sure you’re ready to acknowledge yet. 

a loud call of your name grabs your attention, your vision focusing on a grinning beomgyu waving you down from the edge of the pool. you don’t even have it in you to huff at the prospect of moving from your comfortable lounge chair, standing up to make your way to the large patio. sliding the door open, you poke your head out, immediately feeling the muggy air of midday wrap around you like a heated blanket. 

“get in with me! the water is super warm,” he calls, motioning you towards him with his arm, the action flicking water everywhere. you frown a bit, looking at the pool behind him before meeting his eager eyes again.

“you know i can’t swim, idiot.” 

beomgyu’s smile doesn’t falter for a second as he shrugs, holding his hand out.

“then i’ll do the swimming for you.” 

the offer is so light-hearted and casual—it shouldn’t make your heart lunge in your chest, your gut twisting with anticipation at the simple implications of his words.

you’re already in your bathing suit from the mirror selfies you took for simply the aesthetic—a simple blue bikini tied tightly around your frame. you really don’t want to waste your time here; when else will you get the chance to stay in greece for free with your best friend? 

so you let your feet carry you to the stairs of the pool, your fingers wrapping around the metal railing as you slowly step in, foot by foot. by the time you’ve made it waist deep, you begin to feel the fear creep into your bones.

“i won’t let you drown, y/n,” beomgyu laughs as you suspiciously eye the deep end of the pool, unable to even see the bottom of it. your hand tightly grips the rail as beomgyu wades his way toward you, holding his hand out for you to take. “i promise. just hold on to me.”

you nibble on your lip as your eyes flicker down to his hand, feeling the water move gently around you. drowning has always been one of your biggest fears, and because of that, you’ve always stayed far away from any body of water capable of swallowing you up whole. 

but beomgyu’s eyes are warmer than the water, the most delicate of smiles resting on his soft features. there’s no room to be scared—not with the way his hand is so grounding as you take hold of it, squealing a bit as he tugs you closer. 

“do you trust me?” and when he speaks, his voice is just barely above a whisper, his face so close to yours that you can individually count his eyelashes. his margarita-tinted breath fans over your lips and you find yourself unable to cringe away, nodding cautiously in response. 

your hands tightly grasp his shoulders as he wraps a strong arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he uses his other arm to swim deeper into the pool. his doesn’t let up, even slightly, his grip sturdy around your figure as he utilizes one arm to keep you both afloat.

“here, wrap your legs around me,” he speaks, tapping your thigh under the water. you’re sure your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline, your mouth bobbing open and shut like a fish out of water.

“wha… huh?” you question oh, so eloquently, the rumble of beomgyu’s laughter transferring against your skin. his nose crinkles up in the way it always does when he finds something to be a bit too entertaining, his eyes forming those pretty crescent moons as his eyelashes tickle his cheeks.

“it’ll make this easier. i’m not trying to carry a dead weight,” beomgyu speaks as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. you’re still dumbfounded, blinking at him blankly—so he decides to take matters into his own hands, reaching down to situate you against him by himself. “there, that’s better.”

a persistent heat surges through your stomach as your brain slowly registers the position. beomgyu’s arm tightens around your waist as you adjust your hips in a way that makes your clothed core brush against his bulge. you almost see the way his eyes darken, his tongue peeking out to swipe over his bottom lip. it’s quiet, still as the distant sound of the beach’s waves and the gentle trickle of water fills in the silence. 

your arms slowly come up to wrap around his neck—you don’t know what possesses you; some weird entity that makes beomgyu’s lips look all too kissable, and his eyes sickeningly alluring. his adam’s apple bobs as his eyes flicker across your face. you don’t register the way he slowly wades you both toward the wall of the pool, effectively caging you in as your back gently presses against the tile.

you have the chance to run, to push him off of you, and go back inside—to pretend your core doesn’t pulse with want as he presses his entire body against you. his chest is warm and his eyes are blown out, and you can say no.

but you don’t want to.

his eyes search yours for something before they trail down to your lips, his hips meeting yours in a way that renders you slightly dizzy with the proximity. 

“tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop, right now,” he whispers, his fingers leaving a ticklish feeling against your exposed skin under the water. you swallow.

“i want this, please.” and his lips are on yours before you can take another breath.

it’s nothing gentle; as if he’s been starved for your taste for all of eternity. the kiss is bruising as he nibbles on your bottom lip, his tongue meeting yours as you gasp into his mouth. he takes control easily, his hips moving against yours as the water moves around you, the sound mixing in with your quiet moans and beomgyu’s sparse grunts. 

he swallows all of your sounds, holding you down against him as he bucks up into your core, his dick hard and heavy in between your legs. you squeeze your legs tighter around his waist as you match his movement to the best of your ability. you’re nearly unable to think straight as he kisses the oxygen out of you, your mind growing hazy as pleasure shoots up your spine when he rubs against your clit just right.

beomgyu breaks the kiss to dive into your neck, sucking and biting small marks onto your unblemished skin before kissing over the soon-to-be marks. he can’t keep his mouth off of you as he trails his lips under your jaw, over your clavicle, nipping at your cleavage. your own voice sounds foreign in your ears as every lick and bite shoots straight to your core, feeling that knot in your gut tightens with every thrust.

“think you can cum just like this, hm? just from humping my cock?” beomgyu pants against your skin as his lips brush over your cheek, his breath fanning your ears. the head of beomgyu’s clothed dick catches onto your slit for the slightest of seconds, and you have to clench all of the muscles in your body to not cum on the spot.

“ye—yes, please don’t stop,” you whine, tilting your head back to invite his lips back to your neck. you’re sure you’re leaving marks on beomgyu’s shoulder blades from how hard your nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind—if anything, it makes his hips work faster against yours, pressing you full-on against the pool walls. 

“so good for me, fuck.”

beomgyu kisses up your neck, a low groan leaving his lips at the way you’re bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat, clawing at his skin as your pussy clenches around nothing.

“gyu, ‘m—can i cum? please, please, please.” you can’t hold on anymore—not with the way beomgyu laughs against your skin, his free hand reaching up to grab your chin, forcing your lips against his again. he licks into your mouth with fervor, your teeth clashing together. your spit-slicked lips slide against each other, wet and messy, and he finally decides to take pity on you.

“go ahead, cum for me, baby.”

your brain goes blank as you finally come undone, blindly sinking into beomgyu’s lips and his faltering thrusts. your entire body tenses up as you moan against his lips, feeling like a ragdoll in the way he leaves soft kisses against your lax mouth. a low, rumbling groan emits from his chest as his hips still, twitching against yours subtly. he exhales once he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

it takes a second for you both to catch your breaths and when you finally blink your eyes open, beomgyu’s puppy-like eyes are already on yours.

“you okay?” his voice oozes with a type of concern; care that feels all too intimate. his pupils are blown wide, alluring and deep as they scan your face. you nod with a small sigh, leaning forward to drop your head onto his shoulder. you feel his torso shake with a chuckle at the action, feeling an unnamed emotion run through your chest.

you don’t pay any mind to it, though. not while you're ruminating in a cum-contaminated body of water.

“we should probably call someone to clean the pool.” and the laughter that bubbles out of beomgyu’s mouth is enough to distract you, just for a moment.

[I DO.]

it’s a weird, strange domestic feeling waking up to a fluffy head of brown hair resting on your shoulder, caged in by gentle arms around your waist. beomgyu’s always been a cuddler, and a week ago, you would’ve cringed at the simple thought of indulging him.

but now, a warm feeling blooms in your chest like a hydrangea as your fingers slip into his mussed hair to play with the strands. you’ve been cowed by your emotions, unable to fight off the fond smile that climbs onto your lips at the sight of the teddy bear-esque man clinging to you in his sleep. 

you don’t know what to do with all of these butterflies swarming in your chest, flapping against each other, kicking up a sandstorm of admiration that runs wild through your veins. he’s your best friend—and at this point in time, you know he’s more than that.

it’s crazy to think that romantic feelings can accumulate overnight, and you’re starting to suspect that maybe these feelings have existed all along. he’s the only one capable of rendering you speechless, whether it be from the crazy things he says or the way his eyes sparkle with a sense of youthfulness that tethers you two together. he’s the only one who can make you feel so carefree and in the moment—you don’t worry about the future or what’s to come with beomgyu. you simply enjoy the now, soaking up his blinding smiles and outlandish stories.

he’s waking up, you realize, as he mumbles under his breath, nuzzling closer to you. his lips brush your neck, his hair tickling your cheek in a way that makes your nose scrunch up with a small giggle. you feel drunk despite the fact that all of the alcohol has long dispersed in your body overnight—you blame it all on the fact that the sun sits high in the sky, shining kindly through the wide, open windows. it lights beomgyu up in a way that squeezes your heart painfully, the white sheets strewn across his waist making him look so soft and gentle.

“good morning,” you mumble with a tiny smile as beomgyu begins littering faint kisses against the expanse of your neck, brushing over the previous marks he’d left there yesterday. he simply hums in response, his arms loosening from around your waist to trail up the side of your body—his touch is so delicate, you let yourself get lost in the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as he softly nips at your skin. 

he situates himself so that he’s hovering over you and you open your eyes again, feeling the sudden urge to shy away from his gaze. you’ve never seen such a look in his eyes—something so heavy and raw. as if he’s prying you apart and putting you back together again. it makes a shiver run up your spine.

“good morning, beautiful,” he finally replies and you can’t help but giggle again—you feel like a teenager, the way your stomach flutters at his morning voice, all deep and raspy and sultry. his brown eyes are half-lidded from sleep, his skin warm as his fingers brush your cheek.

the tension in the air isn’t incredibly prominent—it still lingers but with a less demanding presence. it’s natural and easy in the way it always is with beomgyu. existing with beomgyu is just so uncomplicated. 

you feel yourself melt into the sheets as he presses closer, molding himself into you perfectly—as if he was destined to be right here all along. his nose brushes yours as he leans in, and when his lips touch yours, any thoughts clouding your mind immediately disperse, making room for the sun itself. your arms come up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you, feeling his heartbeat against yours. you feel safe, lax, content; all things good in the world. 

his lips are unrushed as they move against yours, silently speaking a thousand words as he cups the side of your face, his hips subtly moving against yours. you sigh into his mouth, tilting your head to deepen the kiss—you don’t care about morning breath or the fact that you probably look a mess with your ridden-up shirt and tired eyes. and beomgyu doesn’t care either, licking into your mouth as if you’re a rare delicacy, grinding down against your thin panties. 

he’s half-hard in his pants, desperately rubbing against you to chase whatever pleasure he can get. it’s endearing almost, the way he moans into your mouth as you reach down to slip your fingers past his waistband to trail a light touch over his dick. his voice is deeper than normal, stirring something inside of you that makes your legs clamp around his hips.

“i want you, gyu,” you breathe out once his lips finally leave yours, pumping him slowly. his lips catch in between his teeth as your fingers run over the head of his dick, feeling your fingers coat with sticky precum.

“hm? gotta be more specific than that, gorgeous,” beomgyu teases despite the way he’s slowly thrusting into your hand, smiling down at you in a way that usually would’ve pissed you off—but right now, it only makes your pussy drip with want. 

“i want you inside of me. want you to fill me up,” you whine out as his fingers rub your clit over your panties, moving lower to press against your damp entrance. his resolve crumbles all too quickly as you peer up at him with your doe eyes, lips parted as you whine softly, moving your hips against his fingers. 

“fuck, okay baby.”

you let him move away to strip himself of his sparse clothing as you pull your shirt over your head. the butterflies return quickly as you realize this is the first time you’re seeing each other completely unclothed and—oh god. he’s huge. your half-asleep state didn’t realize the sheer amount of dick between your fingers, but now that you’re seeing it in the morning light, you aren’t even sure if it’ll fit.

beomgyu makes his way back over to you, his fingers hooking onto the band of your panties to drag them down your legs. his eyes are almost predatory as he takes in your glistening folds, unable to stop himself from running his fingers over your cunt, collecting your juices.

“you’re dripping,” he awes, his eyes flickering up to yours with a small smile. a heat rushes up your neck, shyly covering your face with both of your hands. beomgyu’s small laugh resonates throughout the room, feeling his clean hand come up to gently move your arms away.

when you meet his eyes again, they’re filled with a sort of fondness that makes your head spin, makes your heart stutter—it’s horrible and you can’t help the small whine that leaves your lips as his fingers return to your cunt, slightly dipping into your hole, soaking them even more.

“i want you to look at me. can you do that?” beomgyu gently requests and you’re nodding before you can fully register his words. he flashes you a proud smile before he brings his wet fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean of your juices. an airy, surprised moan leaves your body against your will at the sight, and his smile broadens. “you taste amazing, baby.”

his middle finger enters your entrance with no resistance, and you feel yourself clench down as he curls it upwards to gently explore your walls. it’s all too much and not enough all at once. he’s going incredibly slow, as if you two have all the time in the world, but you can’t wait. you need him now.

“please, just fuck me. ‘m ready,” you demand through a whine, pleading with your eyes, an action that effectively softens beomgyu's gaze. he doesn’t remove his finger, but instead adds another alongside it, his thumb coming to brush against your clit. you buck against his hand with a small moan as he moves up your body, trailing kisses from your hipbone, to your breasts, and finally your lips.

it’s a chaste peck, but it’s enough to leave you wanting more, chasing after his lips once he pulls back. you whine at the loss, already feeling your brain turn to mush with the way his fingers slowly drag against the walls of your cunt, his thumb just barely applying pressure to your swollen nub.

“are you sure?” 

“yes, yes, ‘m sure. want your cock, gyu. just—” you’re nearly hysterical as your hips grind down on his fingers. you can already feel the frustrated tears brimming your eyelashes, reaching up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, your lips brushing against his. “please, please…”

“shh. it’s okay, baby,” beomgyu coos, pressing a few soft kisses to your lips. you quietly gasp as he removes his fingers from your hole. he kisses your cheeks all too delicately, his forearm resting by your head to steady himself. “i’ll take care of you. just relax.”

you almost cry happy tears with the way you feel the head of his cock tease your hole, dipping in but not fully entering. his lips find yours again as he drags his dick in between your sopping folds, swallowing his low moan at the feeling. “my perfect girl. so pretty, so wet for me.”

when he pushes in, your arms tighten around his neck, your enter body locking up at the intrusion. you feel like a virgin again, his girth stretching you open almost uncomfortably. his thumb rubs your hips to soothe you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss to distract you from the feeling. he stops for a second, letting you get used to his dick as he peppers kisses across your face.

“fuck, it feels like you’re splitting me in half,” you blurt out and beomgyu can’t help but laugh softly, his forehead resting against yours. “i think i can feel you in my throat.”

“can you stop making me laugh so i can fuck you stupid, please?”

his words are lighthearted, but the thought of being fucked to the point where you can’t even speak has you shutting up in no time. you whine quietly as beomgyu continues pushing into you until he’s fully situated inside of your cunt—you’re fluttering around him like crazy, feeling the faint pain slowly dispersing into pleasure as he kisses your jaw.

“you can move now,” you mumble, and beomgyu wastes no time pulling out, almost all the way, just to snap his cock back into you with a force that rocks the bed slightly. you can’t cover up the choked-out gasp that leaves your lips, eventually turning into a stream of moans and whines as he quickly sets a brutal pace. 

his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust, your mind clouding over as pleasure fills your bloodstream, your pussy clenching around his thick cock. he places one last kiss on your lips before sitting up, both of his hands moving wrapping around your thighs. you’re so wet that his dick easily glides in and out of you, wet, squelching sounds filling the room as you drip around him. 

“you’re so tight, god. letting me fuck you raw like the needy slut you are,” he chastizes, groaning as he pulls your body in to meet his hips. his strokes are so deep, you already feel yourself nearing your high.

“yes, yes, yes. need you,” you cry out, hands gripping the sheets. “so big, gyu. ‘s too much, i can’t—” 

“you were the one crying for my cock, so you better take it.” his sudden demeanor change sends a tingly rush up your spine, leaving your brain a muddled mess. his bangs have fallen into his eyes, his cheekbones flushed with a slight pink from the physical exertion and the warmth of the sun beaming through the windows. his stomach contracts with every thrust into your wet heat, low moans and sharp gasps leaving his lips as his eyes fall shut, his head lolling back at the feeling.

your core throbs, gut tightening with every passing moment—at some point, he brings his fingers down to circle your clit, whimpers leaving your mouth at the overwhelming feeling of it all. you clench down around him, hand stretching out for something, anything; and it only takes a few seconds for beomgyu to notice. his fingers interlace with yours, giving your hand a grounding squeeze.

“gonna fill you up—gonna make a mess of this pretty pussy,” beomgyu pants out, a low moan leaving his lips as his hips slightly stutter.

“‘m gonna cum, gyu, ‘m cumming,” you babble out, your head rolling to the side as your eyes shut, the immense pleasure coursing through your body becoming all too much. somewhere through your muffled ears, you hear beomgyu praising you for taking him so well, but by that point, you’re already gone. 

the moan that leaves your lips is nearly pornagraphic, your fingers clawing at the sheets as your orgasm washes over you. all the air is punched out of your lungs and beomgyu thrusts deep into you before settling there, a low groan leaving his lips as his dick twitches inside of you.

“fuck, baby, i love you. i love you so much,” he breathes out as he cums—you feel the hot streaks of his cum painting your insides, shooting places you weren’t even sure existed inside of you. it leaves your mind hazy, unable to even process the way he pulls out, his cum dripping out of you and onto the white sheets.

the feeling of a hot, wet tongue against your entrance makes your hips buck up—you let out a surprised gasp that’s quickly overtaken by a whimper, your hand reaching to entangle itself in his hair.

“wait, gyu—fuck, i’m sensitive,” you whine, feeling your eyes brim with tears at the overstimulation. his tongue flicks against your abused cunt as he cleans up his own cum, fucking it back into you with his tongue. 

“you can take it, baby. i know you can,” he pants against your pussy before his lips encircle your clit, sucking and nibbling ever so slightly. you can’t control the noise leaving your lips, whining and moaning as your legs clamp around his head. beomgyu simply chuckles against you before two of his fingers enter your pussy, teasing and prodding at your sentive walls.

“gyu, i can’t, i can’t…” you sob, tears running down your cheeks as the overstimulation sends painful shocks up your spine. you’re gushing around his tongue, the sheets beneath you completely soaked through. your brain fights against itself, your body unsure of whether to press closer or pull away. you can’t think about anything other than beomgyu’s fingers and mouth, eyes squeezed shut as your body racks with sobs.

“yes, you can. cum on my tongue, pretty girl.”

and you do, your back arching as you moan loudly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as your hips frot against his face, waves of pleasure washing over you, drowning you. your entire body trembles with shocks as your mind goes blank, flopping back onto the bed as you attempt to catch your breath. tears are still running down your cheeks—your entire body feels like it’s floating. you’re completely wrung out. that was probably the hardest you’ve ever come in your life.

you don’t even register beomgyu’s soft hands on your cheeks as he wipes your tears away, his lips pressing against your forehead, your nose; anywhere his lips can reach. it’s grounding as you slowly come back down to earth.

“you did so well for me, baby. so, so perfect. so beautiful. you took it all, i’m so proud of you.”

you blink your eyes open at his words, feeling those butterflies flock with the way he’s watching you so attentively, his eyes flitting across your face quickly. 

“i didn’t go too far, did i?” beomgyu’s voice is almost nervous, low and quiet in your ear as he strokes the side of your face. you crack a small smile at how cute he looks, reaching up to brush some of the hair out of his eyes.

“no, not at all. i liked it,” you reassure, your fingers trailing down his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. he visibly melts into your touch at the words, shoulders slumping in relief. 

“thank god,” he breathes out, slumping on top of you—you half-heartedly protest, but the weight is nice, loving the way it feels to have his chest rise and fall against yours, his head resting in the crook your neck. you wrap your arms around him with a little giggle, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“you big baby,” you tease. he’s completely unbothered, though, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before settling against you again.

“only around you.”

the quiet is relaxing, hearing the calm waves of the beach down the hill and the slight buzz of the air conditioner. as much as your brain wants to believe that you imagined it, his words from a few moments ago ring like a mantra in your head. words that make your chest tight, and your mind spin, and your stomach flutter. having him in your arms like this makes you sure that what you heard wasn’t made up in your mind.

“you said you love me.”

a beat of silence.

“hm?” he hums inquisitively as if he didn’t hear you correctly the first time.

“when you, um—when you… came…” you whisper the last part, feeling the vibrations of beomgyu’s laugh fill your own chest.

“you’re still shy after all of that?” beomgyu asks incredulously as he lifts his head to look at you. a tiny, playful smile sits on his lips and you pout, nudging him softly.

“stop changing the topic!” beomgyu laughs again as he relaxes back into your hold.

“okay, i did say i love you. because i do. i love you.”

the words hit you deeper this time, now that your mind is clear—he sounds so sure of himself, and the confidence seeps into you, confirming your own feelings that have been threatening to spill over these last few days.

“i love you too.” you pause for a second. “ like, love love you.” 

beomgyu chuckles against your skin, his arms tightening around your frame as he nuzzles in closer to you, despite already being skin to skin. he’s cute, you think.

“i’d hope ‘love love’ is what we’re talking about right now,” he speaks almost sarcastically and you lightly tug his hair for being a smartass—you get the opposite reaction you were searching for though because beomgyu dramatically moans at the action just to rile you up even more.

“oh my god, you’re insufferable,” you huff, but the smile on your face is telling enough as he lifts his head once again to meet your eyes—his hair is all messy and strewn about, lips bitten red and raw, cheeks flushed; and that fact that you’re in love with your best friend full sinks in. he’s everything to you.

“but you love me.”

you sigh.

“yea. i do.”

a blinding smile breaks out on beomgyu’s lips as he leans in to peck yours a few times, your body melting as he kisses you with so many emotions, it makes your heart get caught in your throat, your skin buzzing with contentment. 

he pulls away, sitting up to climb off the bed, searching for his sweatpants.

“come on. time for me to do my husband duties and run you a bath.”

“you’re still comitting to this, huh?” you giggle as you sit up too, watching his figure retreat towards the bathroom. beomgyu turns slightly, the smile on his lips absolutely menacing.

“so? i gotta practice for the future.”

your future, you brain tells you.

and that idea isn't so bad, you think.

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PT II: Flowers of Despair

Ellie Williams x fem!reader (wc: 3, 248)

Synopsis: Will a love bloom even if your marriage is not real? Will Ellie Williams find a way to open her heart again?

Warnings: part II of the Waiting Room fan fiction. ellie is an asshole. major angst??? mixed signals??? not proofread and may have grammar errors. there will be a last part of this fic. happy reading!

pt. i pt. iii

In the first week you two moved into your dream house, you were beyond nervous. You did not expect for this to happen so quickly. Your father insisted that Ellie and you should get together for the meantime, while preparing for the wedding. Ellie agreed, saying that there was no problem, so who you are to decline such a wonderful offer.

This was your dream home; it was perfect. It was a fairly huge house with big doors and a great garden. You specifically bought this months before, and was staying here every now and then. It was near the farm, so it was serene and beautiful. You loved the landscapes here since you liked to paint everywhere. 

But now, you aren’t sure how to feel.

“This is my room.” You said, pointing out the bedroom on your right as the both of you ascended through the second floor. “I’m sorry if it’s somehow messy, I just did not have the time to fix it up.” You smiled. “Your bags are already in there, but the maids will arrange it in the closet for you when they’re finished cleaning up the living room.”

“We’re not sleeping in different bedrooms?” Ellie scanned the whole area. “Or you insisted that we’ll get to share the same bed?” She looked at you with her stoic face.

Ellie watched as the color of your face drained out. You became pale when you heard her say that. Ellie has no problem sharing a room with you. Hell, she can’t even remember how many girls she has on her bed every night. But, the problem is, Ellie just wanted to taunt you because, well, she can be an asshole sometimes.

“Oh! I-I did not- I thought that’s what married couples do, you know, share the same bed.” You rambled, heart beating fast. 

This is so humiliating, you thought.

Ellie chuckled. Heart warming up as she looked at you. You were so fucking…

Cute?

“But, we’re not supposed to be like those normal married couples, aren’t we? I thought we had an agreement, babe. Don’t fall in love with me.” 

“Then don’t call me babe.” Your face scrunched up at her. “You don’t have to remind me every single day about our arrangement, you know? I’m not an idiot. I can hear you loud and clear.” You gulped. Ellie’s jaw tightened.

Am I an asshole? You looked sad, and something inside me hated it. She thought.

You looked up at her with soft eyes. “Well, it’s been a stressful evening. Let’s just rest. I’ll call one of the maids so they can bring your clothes to your room. You can just pick any bedroom you’d like.” You said before quickly going inside.

You hated it. 

You hated how she’s just in front of you, but you can’t even touch her.

You hated how she’s just within your reach but you can’t get her. You will not get her.

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One month.

One month is all it would take until you and Ellie will be married. And then, you can get your inheritance. Ellie would still endure a few weeks with you. After she gets the money, you and her can get a divorce, and if it’s possible, Ellie will get Dina again, and the three of them can live as a happy family.

But what about you?

Nah, it’s fine. Ellie doesn’t really care.

“You can cook?” Ellie asked surprisingly when she saw you in the kitchen. She is walking straight beside you. She ignored how you looked great in your sundress and floral apron. There it goes again, the bows in your hair look adorable. She shut down her eyes, mentally scolding herself when she caught herself looking like a fucking creep.

You glanced back at her. Your heart skipped a beat when she settled beside you, leaning her back at the counter while her tattooed arms were folded in her chest. She’s just wearing a plain slim fit shirt and a pair of black trousers. Her auburn hair was tied in a bun and her freckles looked really good in the sunlight. “Yeah. I make really good pastas. Guess you can say that it was my specialty.”

“I thought rich girls can’t cook.” 

“And I thought we shouldn’t bother each other. So, why are you here?” You quipped back.

Ellie looked at you in amusement. Good catch. Damn. “I was… bored.” Even she was not convinced with her statement. To be honest, Ellie doesn’t even know why she went up to talk to you. She’s just intrigued when she smelt the aroma of the food and was surprised when you were the one making it.

When she first tasted the pasta, you were looking straight at her, waiting for Ellie’s comments. And it made her uneasy. To say, your gaze made her nervous. So, she’s slowly devouring the food in front of her, chewing it gently. And damn, you really are a great chef.

“Was it good?” You asked, curiously.

“Yeah. Fuck, I was surprised that you can cook because, you know, you’re a ric-”

You shook your head, looking at her unamused. “Please don’t say rich girl.” 

Ellie laughed. 

Ellie fucking laughed for the first time. 

Oh, this arrangement will fuck you up so bad.

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On a Sunday afternoon, Ellie found herself in the garden, sitting in the grass, while holding her guitar. You, however, would usually be at the same spot while painting. When you found Ellie there, you decided to quickly walk away from her.

“You can sit with me, you know.” Ellie said when she sensed you around. 

“Uh…” You hesitated, the grip on your easel and canvas became strong. “Sure.” You gave in immediately.

You settled beside her as you began setting your art materials up. You looked at Ellie while trying to strum her guitar. Well, you’ve known that she has the skills because you’ve always seen her playing that. And it shocked you to the core, but Ellie has a beautiful voice.

“This is the first time that I picked this thing up.” Ellie blurted. “I swore that I wouldn’t play guitar again since…” She stopped talking. And you have an idea of what she might've been talking about.

“Do you still like her?” You asked, gripping on the paint brush as tight as you can, fingernails digging through your palms. 

Ellie’s mood turned sour. “That’s none of your fucking business, princess.” 

“I was just asking.”

“Well, you shouldn't. Don’t ever bring her up again. As a matter of fact, we shouldn’t even talk with each other.” Ellie said before standing up while grabbing her guitar. 

Your eyes drop as you can feel lumps in your throat when you’re holding your tears back. 

Ellie did not know why she became so defensive. When anyone brings up Dina, her mind automatically flashes back to everything they’ve done. And as much as she tries to conceal or hide it at the back of her mind, Ellie can’t seem to get away from it. 

She looked back and found you staring down at your lap when guilt started flooding her brain. Ellie wanted to apologize then and there but her pride made her walk away. 

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The argument happened three days ago. You never talked to Ellie since the incident, and she didn’t even try to spare a glance at you either. The house has been eerily quiet and cold since that happened. Martha, your maid seemed to sense the tension between you two. 

Every day, you’re always the one who wakes up earlier to make and eat breakfast for the two of you. You did not want to eat three times a day with her, and Ellie also felt the same way. 

Did she?

I mean, to Ellie’s surprise, she’d wake up with food on the table everyday. And even though she tried to deny it, she’s always fascinated with how you cook and how delicious those meals are. It is obvious that you try to avoid her every day. And Ellie did not know whether she would be grateful or annoyed. Well, why would she even get annoyed, right? She asked for it. And now that you’re giving it to her, why is she always catching herself trying to find you every day?

To make it short, she’s an idiot. 

Now, both of you were at Jackson to try wedding dresses. Your mother insisted that she knows the best tailor in town and that’s where the both of you were. 

“Ok, twirl.” Your mom said when you stepped out of the changing room.

“I don’t like how it fits me. I can’t breathe.” You said while looking at your figure in the mirror.

“Try another one, mija. We have so many dresses here.” The old lady smiled at you and you nodded. Going back to the same changing room to try the dress that captured your eye.

Ellie passed by and your mom called her. “Ellie! How’d the fitting go?”

“It went well and faster than I expected.” Ellie chuckled.

“Well. Sit here and watch your future wife. I think she’ll like the last dress.” Your mom patted the seat beside her and Ellie hesitated for a second before she nodded and sat down.

You walked out of the changing room while wearing the first wedding dress that caught your eye. It fits you like a glove, and it is really flattering. Your steps halted when you saw Ellie staring right at you.

“Do you like it?” The owner asked happily. “It really brings out your beauty.”

Ellie silently agreed. She can’t keep her eyes away from you and how stunning you looked. Her mouth gapes, trying to find a word that best describes you at the moment but how her heart fluttered made her weak. Both of you are staring at each other’s eyes and you can’t seem to look away.

“Doesn’t she look great, Ellie?” Your mom asked Ellie.

She wasn’t even supposed to talk to you. Both of you shouldn’t even interact, let alone stare at each other like this. But there’s no choice. 

“Yes.” Ellie gulped. “You look… great.” She cursed at herself. Great? Idiot, she’s more than that.

You try to fight off a huge smile so you look down, afraid that you just look like a stupid highschool girl at the moment. You turned your back at her immediately before nodding to the tailor.

“Yes I’ll get it since my wife likes it too.” 

God, both of you were supposed to be mad at each other, right?

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Throughout the preparation for the wedding, both you and Ellie were always at Jackson. Your morning routine consisted of you waking up at 7:00 in the morning to cook and eat breakfast, and read a book for an hour before Ellie woke up. And when the clock strikes at 9:00 AM, it is your time to stand up to go into your room, take a long bath and get ready.

Ellie will meet you outside, in the car, to go to Jackson. And it is awkwardly silent and painful. Jackson is a 30 minute drive and the two of you weren’t even letting out even a small quip, nor glance at each other as the two of you agreed. 

Well, you wanted to apologize to Ellie for bringing Dina up in that conversation, three weeks ago. But you can’t seem to find the courage to talk to her. You did not know how much Dina really meant to Ellie up until now that even though it’s you that she shares the same house with, she can’t seem to forget her. This thought haunted you every night, but you can’t really blame Ellie. Dina is her soulmate, and you’re just a huge hindrance. 

Besides, both of you almost never agree on anything. You loved the shades of pink and blue for your wedding, and Ellie will say that it is such the corniest color. While trying to make the perfect wedding invitation, Ellie would go up beside you to propose something really annoying. Ellie loved carrot cake but you hated the hell out of it that almost caused a huge fight in the shop. When things get heated between you two, you will just shut up because you can’t create a huge scene, especially that both of your parents are around.

Today is your break from her since after the wedding tomorrow, you would be tied to her. Not forever, but maybe months, or years, even. Ellie and you decided to have a girl’s and guy’s day before the wedding. You two would stay here at Jackson for the night – in her old house. 

“We’re here.” Ellie said. You nodded and opened the door and she waited for you to get out before stepping outside. Ellie smiled widely as she saw her friends. Everyone of them started hugging and clapping each other’s back.

“Yo, man! I never thought you would be married.” Jesse said happily.

“Was that an insult?” She asked before playfully smacking him.

“Oh, hey, Y/N, if Ellie did something really shitty, you can just go at me. I’m really good at comforting pretty girls.” The masculine girl went up at you, grinning, while holding out her hand. “I’m Julie, by the way.”

“Uh…” You hesitated before looking at Ellie who didn't really look pleased. And seconds later, she is hitting Julie’s head hard. 

“That’s my wife, you shit.” 

Jesse and Julie shared the most obnoxious laugh. 

“Okay, guys, I’ll just leave you all.” You smiled. “Ellie, I’ll just meet up with the girls. I’ll see you at your house later.” You said, waving at them.

“Wait, wait, where’s Ellie’s kiss?” Jesse asked.

“Dude shut up.” Ellie immediately answered.

“Come on, guys. You don’t kiss?” He asked again. “Ellie, what happened to your game, dude?” He taunted.

“It’s fine.” You looked at Ellie reassuringly before tip-toeing to kiss her in the lips. It was sudden, and it was just a quick peck but your heart hammered and you felt like it would come right out of your throat. “Bye.” You whispered softly before turning away.

Ellie felt frozen at the moment. Shit, she can still feel your lips at her. The scent of your lip gloss lingered at her and it’s all that she could smell right now. What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing to her?

Ellie watched your figure as you were walking through your friends. She was so glad that you quickly went away without looking at her, or else Ellie would be caught dead right there and then.

You’re so fucking confusing. 

Ellie hated it.

Ellie hated you.

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You were staring at Ellie’s bedroom, scanning every little thing in here. Joel said that this has been her bed since she was nine years old. An old guitar was sitting near her windows, as well as a pile of books about spaces, science, dinosaurs, as well as a couple of ‘No Pun Intended’ books in different volumes. 

You were shocked that she knows how to sketch when you found some sketchbooks on her desk. Some were filled up until the last page, but there are some who weren’t even touched. When you opened one, you saw that her sketches mainly consisted of horses, Joel, and Dina. She draws her beautifully, making her a goddess, just like what she sees in her eyes. Dina is her muse, and both of them can create a masterpiece. Somewhere in your heart was pierced as you were thinking about it. Ellie probably stopped sketching when she left, and has never touched a pencil ever since. 

The door opened. And it showed a drunk Ellie. You sat up, quickly walking away at her desk and releasing the grip on one of her sketches.

“The fuck are you doing?” Ellie immediately walked up to hide her arts.

“I’m sorry. I just got carried away looking at-”

“Why are you here, anyway?” She looked at you angrily.

You sighed heavily. You did not want another fight with her. “Where am I supposed to be?”

“At your friends or something?”

You laughed sarcastically. “You really do hate me that much, huh?” Slowly, you were walking towards her.

She grinned. “Yeah. I guess you can say that you’re not my favorite person.” 

“But you’re marrying me. Tomorrow.”

She stepped forward, looking down at you with a taunting gaze. “Guess I would just deal with it.” Ellie started grabbing something on her dresser. “I’m sleeping on the floor. You can have my bed.”

You stood there, feeling ridiculous. “This is what you called ‘dealing with it?’ We’re about to get married tomorrow, and you are still a coward.”

Ellie laughed loudly. She can feel her drunkenness start to wash away from her veins as you keep on talking. Yes, both of you shouldn’t even be arguing and she could just be the bigger person and ignore you but she just physically, and mentally can’t.

“What did you just call me?” She said, looking at you with squinted eyes.

“You’re a coward. I thought you brought a lot of girls here before, so why can’t you stand sharing a bed with me?” You asked, challenging her. 

Ellie’s jaw tightened while she’s looking at you. Fuck, she can’t even say something back at you because you are making a lot of sense. 

You rolled your eyes at her when she just stood there, frozen. Slowly, you went to her bed and covered yourself under the blanket. 

There’s a nightstand beside you. In this, there’s a small lamp, a lot of toy figurines, coins, and a portrait of Ellie. She’s smiling at the camera, her auburn hair is tied in a bun and she’s wearing a tank top – revealing her muscles. You figured out that it was when she’s 19 – where she’s still a handsome girl you first admired. If you told your 16 years old self that you are marrying Ellie Williams, she would be beyond happy. She might faint, really. But right now, Ellie isn’t the girl you thought she’d be. 

Everyone was right. She’s an asshole. 

You sighed heavily as you felt the mattress beside you moved. Ellie lifted the blanket and settled herself under it. You and Ellie were sleeping both at your backs to avoid facing each other.

Why are you still wasting your time with her? Ellie wouldn’t love you no matter how hard you try. Maybe it is the time to accept the fact that she wouldn’t be yours here, or maybe in another lifetime. 

She wants Dina.

And you’re not her.

“Is this a good idea?” You asked her suddenly. “We always fight and I hate it because I’m not made for it.” You shut your eyes tightly as tears started streaming down, wetting the bed underneath. “I just want to love you.” You whispered, confessing your feelings for her. 

Ellie gulped, trying to remove the lump on her throat. “I told you not to fall in love with me.” She said, softly. She can feel a familiar ache in her heart. Like the same thing when her mom left her, when Shimmer died, and when Dina left. She tried so hard to avoid those, protecting her feelings so hard that she even forgot that she still had a heart.

Until you came. 

You smiled sadly. “Too late, Ellie. I have loved you since we were sixteen.”

#ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader angst #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfiction

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Locklyle Headcanons

@waitingforthesunrise and I had a whole conversation about this. Some of these are hers, some are mine. By the way, this is a long post.

Lucy wears Lockwood’s pajama shirts to bed.

Holly is the one who started all of the bets on how long it would take Lucy and Lockwood to confess their love, kiss, and start dating.

Lockwood is a closet/hangers person. Lucy is a drawers/floor person.

Lucy organizes her clothes by feeling. Lockwood organizes his clothes by color, activity, and how much he wants to impress Lucy.

Lockwood does the laundry. Lucy says she makes the bed but she really just throws the comforter back on the mattress and goes “Done!”

Lockwood does most of the chores.

Lucy says “Thank you, love” and kisses him and that’s his payment.

They’re literally every trope ever.

Big moment of catharsis after a fight in the rain with “I love you, bloody idiot?” Totally in character.

Saying “I love you” by accident? Totally in character.

Established relationship but then someone finally says it? Totally in character.

But you see, if the big fight were to happen…

Lockwood: *does something reckless and stupid*

Lucy: *is mad*

Lockwood: Why do you care so much?

Lucy: Because I love you, you bloody idiot! 

And she kisses him.

Lockwood’s all like, “what?” 

And Lucy starts storming away.

And so Lockwood runs after her and he’s like “You can’t just tell me you love me, kiss me, and then walk away. I love you too, Lucy Carlyle.”

And then they kiss.

Dinner was very awkward that night.

So something will happen, romantic-wise, and Lockwood blushes and looks like a dork.

And Lucy’s like, “Wipe that silly look off your face, Lockwood.” Then she does it for him.

And he’s all like “Well, what if I put it back on my face? Then what happens?”

So she’s like, “Then I’ll just have to kiss you more, I suppose.”

At their wedding, Lucy either wears a white dress for the ceremony and a blue dress for the reception.

OR

She has one of those dresses that’s all shimmery and shifts depending on the light.

I like the skirt on this one.

Lockwood wears a blue three-piece suit.

And he matches his socks.

Before the wedding, Lockwood’s like, “Let me in, I want to talk to Lucy.”

But Holly’s all like “No.”

Lucy says it’s fine.

They end up kissing when she’s in her wedding dress before they get married.

Holly’s just like “Why? Why am I here?”

Lockwood cries when Lucy walks down the aisle.

He dips her when they kiss. Exactly Something like this

He has a different suit for the reception.

George also got him a tie with cartoon ghosts.

George is best man for the both of them.

Barnes is standing in the back, just watching. “Those two crazy kids. Finally.”

I have a whole list of songs for their wedding playlist, but first dance is: I Want You by Stephen Sanchez

The pure duality of they sleep together but then they SLEEP together. Y’know?

Lucy’s more flirty, but Lockwood can be really soft and make her blush.

“Hi.” “Hi.” “I love you, you know that?” “Yeah, I do :).” “I need you to believe that, Luce. I love you more than you can imagine."

Lucy’s crying because no one ever really loved her like that before.

He just hugs her. 

He traces circles on her shoulder a lot. Soft gestures like that.

Lucy’s the little spoon because Lockwood protects and Lucy needs protecting.

He's like “Luce, love, it's okay. I'm here. I love you and I’m never letting you go."

She’s still crying.

He kisses the tears running down her face.

She’s like “fuck you <3”

"You don't get to make me feel like this, Anthony Lockwood" "Like what?" "Happy and sad and amazing and bad all at the same time. I love you."

Okay imagine: Lockwood's sitting in an armchair. Lucy goes to sit next to him, perched on the arm. He wraps his arms around her waist, she wraps hers around his shoulder/neck and then before you know it, she's sitting on him and they're cuddled together and she's like "Mine."

COFFEE DATES

Lockwood’s had a bajillion coffees and now he’s buzzing and hyperactive

Lucy’s downed like six espresso shots and she’s still tired.

It’s raining when they walk home.

He gives her his suit jacket.

But they forgot an umbrella so he’s soaked.

But he doesn’t necessarily mind that he’s in a wet shirt clinging to his chest because Lucy’s totally checking him out.

She keeps stopping to kiss him on the way home.

And then they get back home and Lockwood's like "Yeah I need to change" and dude just takes his shirt off right in front of Lucy.

She’s red-faced.

George is in the doorway just like “Get a room.”

So they do.

Their respective rooms.

And it’s been a few minutes so Lucy thinks Lockwood is done changing so she goes to return his jacket.

But no, he’s not.

He’s just sitting there, on the bed, without a shirt.

He just spent the last ten minutes thinking about how Lucy Carlyle just kissed him over 20 times in the same hour.

He’s grinning like an idiot.

And Lucy comes in and she's like "Lockwood, what are you doing? You're still wet and you're not dressed and as attractive as I may think that is, you're going to freeze!"

He's like "What a blissful death though."

“But if you die, I can’t kiss you anymore.”

She tells him that every single day and then kisses him to prove her point.

When Lockwood puts his arm around her shoulders, Lucy reaches her hand up to hold his so she's both making sure no one takes him and that he's not leaving.

I'm gonna make a Pinterest board for their wedding.

#long post #headcanons #fanfics #locklyle #writing #writers on tumblr #this was an impulsive decision #ari told me to #lucy x lockwood #lockwood and co

[fluffyllamas-23]

Okay so nobody asked for this, and I promise I am working on the prompts in my inbox. But I just finished season 1 of OFMD again and now I’m mad at Stede for doing what he did. So here’s an AU where they’re actually happy lmao. Ed owns a restaurant and Stede owns a bookshop.

Stede ducks into one of the restaurants on his way from his bookshop to the parking garage. He closes his umbrella and stomps on the mat in front of the door to dry off his shoes. It’s been pouring for the better part of last night and all this morning, and although he’s only been walking for a couple of minutes, he’s wet and cold and in the mood to warm up. 

He was planning on just getting in his car and going home, but it had smelled so good when he walked past. 

Blackbeard’s Bar & Grill. He’d been meaning to try it out, but since it’s a fairly new restaurant, he hadn’t had the chance yet. 

Until now, at least.

It’s an unassuming restaurant from the outside - some seating, a chalkboard listing the specials for the week, and a few plants adorning the front. When he steps inside, though, he immediately feels comforted, and he’s not sure exactly how or why. It feels like the perfect place to bring a book and curl up in one of the big chairs by the fireplace. 

He feels like he’s home. 

Despite how chill the ambiance is inside, it’s bustling with activity. There are people at nearly every table, and the bar is full.  As he glances around the room, trying to find a waitress or someone who can seat him. 

As he looks around the room, his eyes fall on what must be the most beautiful human being he’s ever seen in his life.  The man is behind the bar, chatting with a customer. His face is bright and vibrant, and he throws his head back as he laughs at whatever the customer said to him. His long, gray hair is pulled back into a low bun with a few tendrils out, framing his (beautiful, beautiful) face.

Stede’s got butterflies in his stomach that increases tenfold as the man looks at him and they lock eyes. 

He says something to the customer, never taking his eyes off of Stede, and then he’s walking over to him. 

Stede’s eyes widen as he approaches him.  

“Hi, there,” the man says softly, flashing him a charming grin. “I’m Ed. Welcome to my bar. Can I seat you?”

“H-hi,” Stede says, clearing his throat. He bites his lip to try and keep from smiling like an idiot. His eyes drop to the ground as maintaining eye contact suddenly makes him way more nervous than it ever has before. 

Ed leads him to a table in the corner, apologizing that it’s the only table he has available, but offers a booth if Stede doesn’t mind waiting. Stede declines the offer - he’s starving and all he wants to do is sit down and eat whatever it is that smells so good. 

He ends up staying all night, past closing. He and Ed have fallen deep into conversation, and soon, the night turns into the early hours of the morning. It’s hands down the best night Stede has had in the longest time. 

Ed feels the same, really. 

Stede makes Blackbeard’s Bar & Grill a regular stop after he leaves work for the day, and Ed learns to look forward to 5pm every day. 

They talk every time he comes in - sometimes Ed is so busy that he only has time for a brief conversation, other times (which, let’s be real, is most of the time), he sits with Stede and they talk for hours. 

Perks of being the owner.

They talk about everything. They talk about how Stede was married once, years ago, but things ended because neither of them were in love, and Stede realized he was gay. They talk about how Ed hasn’t had a real relationship…ever. He’s had a lot of one night stands, but no real, solid partnership, and all he wants is to have a significant other that he can come home to at night. Someone to love who loves him. They talk about their friends, their hobbies, their hopes and dreams and what they want out of life. Before they know it, they’re alternating who’s place they sleep at each night and spending most weekends together.

The relationship just feels so easy and so right. It’s like they’re both the missing puzzle piece the other didn’t realize their lives were missing. 

They just…fit.

*

“Oh, Ed!” Stede chirps out, pushing the front door open with his foot as he balances the drink carrier in one hand, and bags food in the other. 

He and Ed had decided to take the day off and spend it together. They’ve been dating for eight months at this point, and they like to do this once or twice every couple of months. They like to just be able to focus on each other and nothing else. 

Stede suggested they do that today when he noticed just how tired and rundown Ed has seemed lately. He figures Ed could probably use a day off to recharge and reset.

Ed was still asleep when Stede had woken up, and he figured he’d run out to their favorite breakfast place to pick up something to surprise Ed with.  

“Stede?” A hoarse, sleepy voice calls from the bedroom. “That you?”

Stede winces. Ed sounds like he just woke up, and he’s kicking himself for not coming in quieter. 

He sets everything down on the table. “Sorry! Were you asleep? Thought when you texted me earlier you were up for the day.”

Ed doesn’t respond immediately, but from the other room, Stede hears shuffling, and then coughing. Stede grimaces. So that’s why he’s seemed so rundown lately. He’d been getting sick.

“Fuck,” Ed croaks, rubbing his chest. He trudges out of the bedroom,  “I think I must have dozed off after I texted you. Sorry”

“That’s okay,” Stede frowns. “Ed…are you okay? You don’t sound great.”

“Think I'm sick,” Ed croaks, scowling as he rubs at his nose. “Pain in the fuckin’ ass.”

“Sit down,” Stede instructs, gesturing to the couch. “What do you need, sweetheart? Have you had any medicine?”

Ed shakes his head, dropping down onto the couch, “not yet…been hoping I could will it away by the time you got back.”

He looks so put out and offended that he hadn’t been able to accomplish that, and Stede does his best not to laugh at the situation. 

Stede’s lips quirk, “how’s that working for you?”

Ed shrugs, slumping back into the cushions while Stede rifles through the medicine cabinet.  “Not great. I think it’s a lost cause.”

“I think it is too, darling. Here,” Stede says, handing him a glass of water and two pills. “These should help.”

Ed’s quiet for a few moments, and then, in a small voice, “sorry I’m ruining our day off.”

“Ed, look at me,” Stede frowns, crouching down in front of him, cupping his cheek. “What are you talking about? You’re not ruining anything. I’m just sorry you’re sick.”

Ed averts his gaze, “it’s probably not a big deal. I just need a nap.”

“Okay,” Stede nods. He tucks a lock of Ed’s hair behind his ear and kisses his forehead, lips lingering a second longer than normal to try and feel for a fever. He doesn’t feel warm, and Stede is hoping it stays that way.  “Let’s start with a nap, then. Want to go back to the bedroom? I’ll be right there.”

By the time Stede makes his way into the bedroom, Ed is all settled in bed, half asleep.  When Stede walks in, he gives him a sleepy grin. 

“Thought you’d never come.”

Stede climbs into bed next to him, smiling softly as Ed immediately curls up against him.  He rests his head on Stede’s chest, draping an arm across his middle. Stede strokes Ed’s hair. “And miss an opportunity to snuggle with my best guy? Never.”

*

Ed wakes with a start, chest heaving as he glances around the room wildly. He can’t remember what he was dreaming about, but he knows that whatever it was, was enough to send him into a panic. He needs to calm down, because all it’s making him do is cough, and cough, and cough.

Stede is right there, shushing him and petting his hair until he’s finally calmed down enough to take stock of how he’s feeling. 

He feels like ass, for lack of a better word. 

His head is throbbing, pulsating in his eyes and forehead. He can feel the congestion shifting in his head, and he turns away from Stede to muffle a harsh double into the blankets.  He sniffles a few times, which triggers another rough coughing fit. He grimaces - his throat feels raw, like he’s been screaming for hours.  

“Bless you,” Stede winces, rubbing his back. “I was going to ask how you’re feeling, but I think I have my answer.”

Ed groans, burying his face in Stede’s chest. “I hate this.”

His voice is nearly gone, and talking hurts. 

He coughs a few more times, eyelids drooping as a shiver runs down his spine. He can’t remember the last time he was sick, and he had forgotten just how awful it is. 

On the bright side, now he’s with Stede and he finally doesn’t have to deal with any of this by himself.

Stede smooths Ed’s hair back, “how’s tea sound, hmm?”

“Fucking amazing,” Ed croaks, looking up at Stede.

“I want to find the thermometer, too,” he says, pressing a hand to Ed’s forehead. “You’re burning up. Let me up. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Ed forces himself up and off of Stede, a feat in and of itself. His muscles ache and protest every movement he makes, and all he wants is for whatever the hell he caught to fuck right off to where it came from. 

He flops backwards into the pillows, his lungs feel like they’re rubbing together with each cough, and they feel like they’re threatening to eject themselves from his chest. 

All he feels up to is lying here while Stede takes care of everything, and normally that would make him feel guilty, but you know what?

After all of the years he’s spent on his own, having to take care of himself and after all the years he hasn’t had anyone to lean on, he really loves being able to just lay there and not do anything. 

And he loves Stede.

#OFMD #edward teach #stede bonnet #sickfic #fever #coughing #congestion

[extremelyblackandwhite]

the price of power - 05

pairing: mob boss!sebastian stan x wife!reader

part of handmaid | masterlist

warnings: swearing, mentions of organised crime and violence, arguments

Her heart was beating fast and strong, so fast and strong she could almost feel phantom pains around her ribs. She’d always imagine what it would be like, ever since she was a little girl. She used to wrap towels around herself and grab the flowers from the arrangements in the hall, pretending she was walking down to one of the boys in the posters of her bedroom. She never imagined it would be like this but she was happy it was, even if her dress wasn’t big and puffy and even if there wasn’t anyone walking her down the aisle. However, as the church doors open, all those childish fantasies paled in comparison to reality. Sure the dress wasn’t white, it was pale pink and short but they’d bought it on the way to France and his suit wasn’t pressed, he wasn’t even wearing a suit. Linen beige trousers and a white button up shirt with messy, unkept hair. She couldn’t want anything but that as she stepped up the stone stairs to hold his hand, the bouquet of daisies abandoned to the side. 

      - You sure this is what you want? - he mumbled to his fianceé, eyes looking at the priest who was waiting for him and then back at her. - We can do a big wedding, big dress and all that. 

      - This is what I want. You’re what I want. - she smiled. - You know, if you don’t take this veil from me I’ll do it myself. 

      - Let’s get married, angel. 

(...)

Meetings were good or bad, there were no in betweens and this one was a particularly bad one. It felt like an hours long meeting which had started last night at the dinner and had lasted until now almost midday. He’d usually not look at time during meetings but this morning, he was particularly interested on how his wife and kid were doing alone in the home. He’d spent the most of last night away from Y/N, actually, he didn’t even think he got the time to say two words to her during the dinner and ever since landing in New York, he hadn’t been spending as much time as he wanted with his son. He didn’t want to become his dad, didn’t want to be a ghost in his son’s life. 

       - We are handling this as if he’s not married. - the conversation suddenly shifted to him, catching his attention. - How are we supposed to accept that the assistant staff is actually the real kid? 

       - You better not be referring to my wife, Frank. - he put the tumbler down on the table. - Because if you are we’d have to finish this meeting in a much messier way than we usually do. Meeting’s over. 

       - Mr. Stan ...

       - You wanna talk about my wife? - he put his hands on the table, raising up and towering over everyone sat at the table. - You got a problem with my wife?

       - No, sir. 

       - Good. Get the fuck out of my sight. 

Everyone hung their heads out in shame, not daring to even say a single mumbled word until they were far from him. Last thing he needed was to have these idiots comment on his wife and her new occupation. She was doing well, she hadn’t disturbed anyone and if anything, she was behaving much more similarly to her father than to him. Not that he wanted his precious wife to behave like him, no, Y/N was too good to behave like him. Speaking of whom, he’d rather be with her now, apologising for leaving her this morning and leaving her to fend herself from the wolves. 

       - You know, Mr. Stan, they’re right. - Rosso pipped up. Great, that’s just what he needed. To have Forrester’s little mole around. He’d always been of great annoyance to him but now that Y/N was the one the little mole mostly responded to, it was even harder. - We cannot go about business as if your marriage is not part of the equation anymore.

       - Tell Forrester if he wants to know what I’m doing, he can just ask me. 

       - Forrester doesn’t want a merger, if he doesn’t strike up an attack against us ...

       - The meeting is over, Rosso. - he interrupted before anything could be continued. - We have an alliance and that’s it. Good afternoon. 

He wanted not to think about the issues that surrounded their marriage and her father’s unwillingness to have him anywhere near the business. He tried to just shake it off his back and behave as if things were the same as before he met her - yet this part of him, the man who’d kept the empire and built more over it would come out at night. He tried to shake it off again as he entered the car, thinking about his wife, his beautiful, too good to be true wife who he’d left this morning. He stopped by the flower shop on the way in, hoping lilies and white roses would somehow made it better that he’d left her all morning and most of the afternoon. 

      - Darling? - he called out as he entered the home. - Angel, I’m home. 

He listened up, hoping to hear footsteps that would easily result in her appearing, smiling at him like he usually did. Instead he was met by overwhelming silence. Great, she wasn’t home. As expected Nate wasn’t home either and he found himself sat in the couch, pouring himself a drink while staring at the penthouse he swore was their home but now felt foreign. It wasn’t the same, it wasn’t Paris, it wasn’t their life. It was his life coming back to haunt him, taunting him for wanting some sense of normalcy in his life. He waited and waited for her to return, staring at the clock until the sound of the door opening finally broke the wait. 

      - You’re home. - she smiled as she noticed him sitting in the couch. - I thought you’d be back tonight. 

      - How long did you think that meeting was gonna be? - he quipped, raising an eyebrow at her. - Where’s Nate?

     - With Gwen and Christian. 

     - Gwen’s here? What is she doing here and why is she with our son?

     - She’s his godmother, Sebastian. And yes, she was at the dinner last night and came over to see me this morning. 

     - Ah, great. - he rolled his eyes. She playfully hit his arm. - No, no, we love Gwen. 

     - She’s my sister, Sebastian and she knows how to handle this stuff. Besides, she has Nate until tonight ... we could go on a date. 

     - A date? - he smirked. - And what are you suggesting, angel?

     - Stop it, I said date not fuck me in every surface available in here. - she crossed her arms. - I was thinking dinner. We didn’t do a lot of New York dating and I’ve always thought it would be nice. It’s silly... uhm, if you want we can just stay in and ...

     - Angel, stop. - he cupped her face, bringing her closer to him. - You shouldn’t be afraid to ask me for a simple date. You know I’ll do everything for you. 

    - I know but ...

    - No buts. - he interrupted her. - Even though I do enjoy the sight of you naked in our bed, it’s not all I want to do to you. You’re my wife, I enjoy any and every time spent with you. 

Anyone would’ve melt in the arms of their partner if they’d said that to them yet Y/N stood in her own insecurity, masking it with a simple smile. She had known for very long and had guessed her husband would’ve been one to play the field. She’d heard it from Gwen before she’d even met him and she’d guessed merely for the way he carried himself. It’d never really bothered her, she tended not to allow herself to think about those before her, yet now she found herself stuck in the same pit of insecurities she’d always ignored. It was no longer a woman with no name and face, it was a woman she’d met - a woman who seemed 100 times better for him, more qualified, more his type. 

     - Luckily for you. - he took her hand in his. - I know just the place to take you.

     - Oh Seb, don’t make it fancy. You’re always making it fancy.

     - You are a very important woman, angel. I will always make it very fancy for you.

     - I just want a nice intimate dinner, not someone giving a plate with the portion for a toddler.

     - Luckily for you, I also know a place.

     - Where?

     - Mrs. Stan, you need to allow me to surprise you.

Sebastian had always been good at surprises, it was his favourite thing to do for me. He’d always been like this, ever since they met and it was the only thing he could say with certainty he was doing right. It didn’t matter if it was flowers every morning, late trips to the shops which would turn into makeshift dinners in the car or worldwide travelling - he knew they’d always made her smile. It made him feel safe and it made him satisfied knowing he could still make her smile. 

On the other hand, she was still somehow lost in her thoughts. She didn’t want to dwell on it, didn’t want to think of her husband with someone else. This was ridiculous, she’d never been insecure or jealous of the women before her because she trusted him and she knew he loved her. He also knew he made rash decisions when it came to how much he loved her, perhaps he hadn’t stopped to wonder if she was the right one. Sure, her father had the right title and she had the right parentage but ... but no matter how much she tried, she was not the type of person, the right type of person. 

      - Hey ... - he took her hand in his as they walked down the New York’ streets, his glove warming her cold hands. - Are you ok, angel? 

      - Just thinking.

      - About your dad? - he stopped walking, moving to stand in front of her. - He’ll be fine. From what I’ve heard he only needs bed rest.

She attempted to pretend it was her dad, after all she was worried about her dad. 

     - It’s not dear old dad. - he put his hands in his pockets. - Y/N, what’s wrong? You’ve been off since I’ve seen you. Did Gwen said something?

     - No. - she did. - I’m just tired, Seb. 

     - What did you do today?

     - You want a play by play of my day?

     - Yes, I’m interested. I spent the whole day in a boring mob meeting so please let me leave vicariously through your day. - he returned to walking, looking at her with a boyish smile that didn’t seem to age. 

     - Well, Gwen came into the morning and we went shopping for a while with Nate. Then she went to meet Christian for lunch and I had lunch with Alice Rosso. 

     - Alice Rosso? Rosso’s kid? 

     - Yeah. Do you know her? - she realised she should give her husband the benefit of the doubt. 

     - Talked a few times, wouldn’t say we’re friends. - he shrugged. - I don’t particularly like the Rosso family. They were always on your dad’s side anyway. 

     - What’s wrong with my dad’s side? - Sebastian opened the restaurant door for her to enter. - And what is great about your side?

     - My side isn’t great. - he told her after mumbling his reservation to the maître d'. - Your dad’s side isn’t great either but you do know I never liked your dad, even before we met.

    - He didn’t like you either. 

    - Don’t care. - he twirled her closer to him, her hands resting against his chest as if they were the only two people in the world. - You’re the only Forrest I want to like me. 

And there it was. He could always do that, swiftly take her into a state where it felt as if they were the only two people in the world. From his smile whenever he looked at the wines on the list to how he looked at her whenever she went on rambles about anything that went through her mind. She was so unbelievably happy with him and she loved him so much so how come those insecurities were now entering her mind? It was loud, screaming over all her thoughts and even as she looked at the features in Sebastian’s face which always made her feel safe, she couldn’t silence those voices. They were there, and it looked as if they were there to stay. Had he lied to her? Gwen had said it was well known Alice and Sebastian used to hang around each other and Alice spoke of him as if she knew him. If he had lied, why would he lie? Was he trying to spare her feelings? Spare how unbelievably unfit for him she looked when compared to Alice?

     - Do you think we’re a good match? - she found herself interrupting him with that question which spilled from her mouth like wine during a quiet night. He stopped, staring at her as if she had confessed a murder to him. 

     - What ... Why are you asking me that?

A million possibilities ran through his mind. Why was she bringing this up? Had her father been poisoning the relationship, had she heard things about his past, about his behaviour that was giving her second doubts? 

     - Just curious. - she attempted to lighten the mood, smiling as if it was a question as simple as someone’s favourite colour. - I ... 

     - What did Gwen tell you? - he crossed his arms. He knew Y/N was still close to Gwen, he knew she considered her a sister but he also knew she wasn’t the most ... sensible when it came to words. - I mean, did she say something? 

     - Alice Rosso appears to know you and Gwen said you two were ... close. 

     - I don’t know her. - he exasperated, tilting his head back before looking back at her. - We’re not close anymore. 

     - Well, were you ever close?

     - What are you asking, angel? Are you asking me if we’re best friends or are you asking me if I fucked her? - if she was up she would’ve taken a step back, attempt to diffuse the situation. - I used to sleep with her, that’s it. 

     - Ok. - she mumbled, looking at the napkin in her lap. 

     - I’m sorry. - he extended his hand towards her. - It’s just ... angel, it was just sex, it wasn’t anything else. We are not close, we didn’t spend time together except for for sex. 

     - She speaks of you very fondly. - she shrugged. - Kinda like a lover. 

     - I didn’t have a lover or a girlfriend. I had a contract to fulfil before we got together, remember? 

     - I was just curious. You never talk to me about your romantic life before we met. - she sighed. - I just ... I don’t want to be the one in a room who doesn’t know. Everybody looks at you like you’re so, so charismatic. Like you could move the moon and the sun if you wanted and last night ...

     - Last night was awful. - his grip tightened on her hand. - I should’ve been by your side. I’m sorry. 

     - I’m sorry too. 

     - You’re my girl. - his smile softened. - You’re the only important person in my life. You and Nate. My family.

And she really wanted to believe him, she really did. However, the voices were still there and she didn’t think they were gonna be silenced. Not any time soon.

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[pistachiotalenti]

After all this time, Dream can’t believe that he and George have actually made it. They’re a couple. Boyfriends. Partners.

George is the love of his life, his best friend, his future personified. He swears he’s gonna marry that man some day. And holy cow, he’s so overcome with the fact that George actually loves him back that he could sing his joy from the mountaintops.

So Dream gets a little restless when, months after they start dating, George has still neglected to update anyone aside from Sapnap about their relationship. And naturally, when Dream gets restless…

"You're an idiot," George laughs, smiling broadly at his phone. He turns to Dream, who lays beside him in the warm nirvana of their shared bed. "You're causing chaos."

Dream grins back, proud, and folds his arms closer to his chest. "Yes. And?"

George shakes his head. "It's chaotic."

"You say that as if you don't also like causing chaos."

"Why do you keep posting weird tweets?" George chuckles, resuming his perusal of Twitter.

"Because you like it." Dream shifts closer, arm draping across the soft plane of George’s stomach. Together, they scroll past fandom tweets and reminisce the not-too-distant memories, until the screen settles on a post from earlier on in their relationship—a blurred picture of George hiding his face as Dream leans in for an obvious kiss.

Dream beams at the sight. He can’t help it, not when he can feel the happiness radiating from the photo. And if it weren’t for the insane puff of George’s cheeks blooming in front of the screen, Dream might not have known just how big George is smiling, too.

Dream pulls back, laughing and hurling an accusatory finger at him. "See! Why are you smiling? You–"

As if it helps to hide his own giddiness, George slaps a hand to his face. "I'm not," he murmurs.

"You are! You are a freak who likes chaos. See?" Dream returns to his position from before, selfishly latching onto George, touching him everywhere he can reach. “And you were trying to make me feel weird for posting them.”

George clicks his tongue and looks back to his phone with a soft grin. "Whatever. So what if I do like chaos?"

“Soooo,” Dream starts, “are you gonna join in on it?”

George pauses and tilts his head in Dream’s direction, his dark brown hair brushing against Dream’s forehead. “What do you mean?”

It’s an innocent question, but Dream is so eager for George’s answer to his own that he gets a little huffy. “You know. Are you gonna reply to me? Post that picture you took of us the other night?” He waggles his eyebrows impishly.

George snorts, bashful. “No.”

“Okay, then just a reply.”

“No.”

Dream frowns. “Why not?”

“It’s funnier if I don’t.”

“Funny to see the fans’ reactions, or funny to see mine?”

“Mmm, both.”

Dream exhales heavy through his nose. It’s a different sort of noise, one in which George senses the genuine frustration. After a beat, George rolls over to face him, and Dream sighs again, nervous anticipation rising in his throat.

Once George gets resettled, he places a gentle hand on Dream’s cheek. Dream feels his face warm under the touch.

“Dream,” George says, “what are you so impatient for?”

Dream melts, flustered and embarrassed all at once. So they're having this conversation now. “I-I don’t know. I–” He waves his hands in front of his face as he musters an explanation. “I don’t know if ‘impatient’ is the right word. I’m just… so… this is gonna sound cheesy, but I’m just so happy. And like, I don’t even know if I’d be posting this much deranged stuff if all the fans knew about us, but I think now, just knowing that they don’t know and I can’t just be gross and sappy and disgusting about you online at any given moment… it’s like, making me really jittery. I don’t know. It’s weird.”

Dream chews on his lip and looks into George’s sweatshirt. George hums, his thumb passing over the short stubble along Dream’s chin.

“Mmm. That makes sense,” George says. “So… do you think it’d be better if we just… came out and told everyone?”

Dream furrows his brow. “I don’t know.” He exhales and meets George’s eyes, brown and searching. “What do you think?”

“What do I think?” George repeats, pausing to gather his thoughts. His thumb twitches against Dream’s face. “Well, I dunno. Don’t you think it’s nice just keeping things between us for now?”

A small smile slips onto the corner of Dream’s mouth. It’s an answer that he probably could’ve predicted coming from George, a man so infamously calculated in crafting his online presence. But it’s also an answer that clears some of the fog in his own head. Dream nods, saying, “I guess there’s, like… less pressure to perform. Fewer eyes watching us and waiting for us to do stuff we wouldn’t have done before.” Dream cocks his head. “And it is sort of fun to think that we’re basically the only ones who know. Like it’s our dirty, little secret.”

George smiles back. “Yeah.”

“I think… in the end, the pros of keeping our relationship on the down-low probably outweigh the cons. But I don’t know.” Dream titters, sheepish. “I sort of feel bad for stringing along all the fans.”

George offers Dream a small smile. “We don’t have to tell them, not yet,” he reminds delicately. “It’s not like they’re entitled to knowing. And besides, the real fans already know.”

Playful, Dream rolls his eyes. “Well, clearly not. Every time I post something cryptic, I’m, like, flooded with responses from people who can’t tell if I’m joking or not. I’m getting tired of getting ratioed on my own tweets, George.”

George laughs brightly before letting his voice drop to a smooth murmur. “That’s not something you’re used to, hmm?”

“It’s not. And it’s very not-cool.” Dream frowns to himself before blinking out of his train of thought and catching George’s gaze, warm and fond. It makes Dream fumble his words. “B-but– I mean– I guess it’s fine.”

George pulls his hand down Dream’s face, fingers curling into Dream’s hair. “You guess? Changed your outlook that easily, huh?” he chuckles.

“No,” Dream answers honestly. “But I know you like your privacy, and– and I like you, so…” Dream’s eyes wander down George’s face. “I guess I can handle getting ratioed, for your sake.”

George’s hand stills, resting warm at the crook of Dream’s neck. “Good answer, Dream,” he says before pulling Dream in for a lazy kiss.

It’s like falling, each time they kiss. George’s scent and taste and touch is a body of water that Dream can dive into endlessly, with zero hesitance, reaching so deep until George is all he perceives. Fingertips ghost lightly down his shoulder, making him shiver. He barely licks George’s upper lip, and the shuddering breath George lets out against his mouth makes his head go fuzzy.

They both see stars once they lean away. "I'm tired," George whispers, looking up at Dream with sleepy eyes.

Dream's mouth pulls into a fond smile. "Then lay here with me."

George follows suit and flips on his side, settling back into the nook of Dream’s arm. Dream doesn't bother to move his hand off George's body the entire time.

“But for real," Dream says above George's ear. "If I have to see a hundred more people clowning on me for being a boyfriend-baiting simp, I’m straight up posting your nudes.”

A shocked blip of laughter bursts out of George. It shakes the mattress. He scoffs, “What nudes?”

“What nudes?” Dream mocks in a nasal voice. George responds with a small laugh, and they both nestle closer to each other, attention turning back to George’s phone screen.

Dream sighs wistfully. In the end, he supposes he can wait a few more lifetimes before the man in his arms is ready to tell the world about them—really, truly tell them, with none of the frills and silly distraction techniques.

It shouldn't be that hard, Dream decides as he presses a kiss behind George's ear. He's okay with having George all to himself, after all.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #my writing #mine #thoughts #text

[12romy]

Chewis and vegas wedding

Oh anon, you are making me SO happy with this ask!! Forget about the 5-paragraph, I got overboard with this one but it was worth it XD

Enjoy ;)

*****

Whoever decided to make Las Vegas the third to last race is an idiot and should be fired. It is so irresponsible. It's Vegas, the worst can happen.

Sure, there is no better place to celebrate a championship win, and Lewis just so happens to snatch the title that night. He doesn’t win the race, Charles does. He comes second, and it’s enough, it’s great, even, because his boyfriend is happy and celebrating, and so is he. The Vegas atmosphere is quick to get to them.

Daniel is the one in charge of organising the party, after, something big with all the drivers and all the teams because it’s Vegas and rivalry doesn’t matter in the city of Sins. Getting drunk and high and laid is probably everyone’s priority right now. Even Alonso doesn’t look too bumped to have lost the championship to Lewis.

There’s no time for debrief, Lewis barely has any time to hop back to his trailer – he shares it with Charles, has been for the beginning of the season – and change his clothes. He still has champagne in his hair, and he doesn’t care.

The party is insane. You can count on Daniel to organise something amazing.

Lewis is handed a glass, two, he shakes hands, gets a hug from Toto, two from Bono, and even one from Angela who came just to watch the race. He doesn’t see Charles for the first two hours or so. He’s drunk and horny and sad when he finds him because, hey, he just won his 8th title and he can’t celebrate it with the love of his life?

He hates it.

So, when he spots Charles, he has very little inhibition even if he's not that drunk, and has no remorse rudely pulling him out of the conversation he was having with some sponsors and dragging him to the dancefloor.

“L-Lewis!” he yelps, and it’s so cute Lewis wants to kiss him. Something tells him he shouldn’t, but he can’t remember what. He’s a bit of a mess, alright, but Charles sure doesn’t seem to mind, when Lewis finally kisses him.

He hears a few gasps around them. Ah. Right. People. People who didn't know.

Charles doesn’t seem to mind. He’s still kissing Lewis passionately, letting out little moans. When they pull apart, Lewis just feels overwhelmed with love. Charles looks beautiful, his hair is a mess, and his lips are wet, and Lewis wants to-

“Marry me,” he blurts out, and finds out that he means it. Charles widens his eyes, smiles-

“Yes, yes, I want to,” he cries out, and Lewis feels too many things to name them.

“Fuck, I don’t even have a ring,” he curses, and Charles pulls something from his pocket. A little box.

“I do,” he says shyly. “I had planned to ask you but you were quicker in this one… as always.”

“My god, I love you,” Lewis sighs in happiness. “Let’s get married now.”

“Now?”

“It’s Vegas, baby!” he smiles, he can't stop smiling.

“Oh, hell with it, why not!”

Daniel somehow saw the whole thing and is absolutely delighted with the idea of organising a wedding right now. Everyone in the paddock is probably too drunk to realise it’s something serious. They’re all just happy to have an excuse to get even more wasted.

Valtteri and Angela agree to be Lewis’ best man, and Pierre cries when Charles asks him to be his.

It’s only after the wedding, after exchanging vows and rings, after hours of dancing and a few more of fucking, that Lewis realises what happened.

He was married.

“God, Mom is going to kill me,” he groans. Charles is wrapped around him, head on his chest.

“Don’t worry, Maman won’t let me live if we don’t get married again with the family. We’ll have time to organise something this winter,” his boyfrie- his husband says with a yawn.

Lewis is exhausted, but he’s got a stupid grin on his face just thinking about the word.

Nevermind, whoever decided to put Las Vegas at the end of the calendar deserves a raise.

#just in time before my flight takes off #anon prompt #prompt answered #chewis #vegas wedding #f1rpf #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc

[fanficapologist]

I’m loving your fiction and get super excited when you publish it. Are we going to get any clear on whether Alys is pregnant with Aemond’s baby or is it’s as another reader said Daemons? Also are Maera and Aemond in love with each other. I feel like they are still skirting around that issue and the fact it took her a while to tell him she was pregnant makes me think she’s not really certain about him and him about her.

Thank you so much! Very excited to have you on this journey 🖤

Ok so spoiler warning below the line just in case some of you want to save yourselves for the drama (but tbh as a reader I can’t wait for stuff either 🤣)

So first question: Alys is going to be introduced to the story directly for the first time in about 2-3 chapters. We’ll then get an explanation about who she is, what role she’s playing in Aemond’s life etc. Shortly after, Maera will physically meet her in person and (you guessed it) Alys will also be pregnant. In between all this drama we’ll get a few updates about the war from various sources, both from the past and what future plans are. This will make it clear who the baby daddy of Alys’s baby is 👀

Second Question: Maera loves the bones of that boy and it is so fucking scary to her. They’ve been through so much in their past, they’re now married, there’s an ongoing war and she’s just found out she’s pregnant. I think she knew a while back that she loved him, but the fact she’s carrying his child has really solidified for her. I think she finds being in love as leaving herself quite vulnerable, and given the political climate, I think she’s waiting for the right time to tell him. As for our brooding one-eyed Prince, I don’t think big poetic declarations of love are his thing. He is definitely showing his love in small ways and in a couple of chapters, these two idiots are going to make the way the feel about each other quite clear (in a stupidly dramatic and unhealthy way but there you go 🤣)

Also I know I probably look like this 👇 explaining it all

but it makes sense in my mind 🤣

So…yeah! Thank you so much for your question! It really makes my day getting them as it means I can let you know more about whats going on in my head and that you genuinely care about where this is going 😊 happy reading 🖤

#maera wylde #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #chapters #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #house targaryen #house wylde #hotd helaena

[fivveweeks]

do you guys wanna hear my insane hassel x brassius x reader plot of course you do strap in and let me talk shit;

so this is like, technically a sequel AU after the Hassel x reader and Brassius x reader (i’m working on it!!!) nsfw oneshots, where a year or two has passed and you return to Paldea for the longterm bc of your job. Obviously you don’t remember the one night stands that well bc they were for fun, hopefully the idiots are happy but it’s nunya business about some strangers’ love life, so you go about your own

and that’s when you’re in Mesagoza and a tiny fomantis crashes into you by accident. and it won’t leave you alone after you kinda calmed it down

so you’re like “Wait, what do I do now. Who’s pokemon is this-“ until someone comes running to you in the distance, yelling apologies and when he gets closer-

It’s Brassius. The guy with the funny green hair and dramatic personality and it takes you a second or two to recognize but it strikes a chord in your memory. And him too, apparently, when he skids to a halt and goes, “it’s you!”

cue spiderman-meme pointing. cue a quick conversation of sorta catching up and to refresh your memory before he drags you off despite your protest, fomantis attached to your head like some fancy clown hat. Ten minutes later you both stop before a cafe table where Hassel is - oh he remembers too - gaping at you both, but mostly at you to be honest

(“So I take it that the confession went well, huh.” you say, and the blush that lights up on his cheeks is a familiar, lovely sight)

you spend the afternoon with them bc they insist on treating you to lunch (and thank you for your accidental interference and to apologize for the trouble they put you through before, which you don’t mind tbh it’s actually kinda funny looking back.) they’re married for over a year or two now, which is great, hell yeah! you’re super happy for them, congratulations, jesus christ i cannot believe you both knew each other for over a decade, practically lived together and only confessed bc of the incident, what the hell-

and unfortunately, no matter what you three try, the fomantis just doesn’t want to leave your side

why don’t you take care of it for the moment? Hassel suggests, which Brassius immediately lights up bc that is a fantastic idea! what says you, my dear? so after a discussion of pokemon expenses (I’ll take care of it, Brassius waves his hand. no need to concern yourself over it) you sorta? kinda agreed to a weekly visit to Artazon or Mesagoza so you and fomantis can check in with them

and so goes the weekly lunch visits where you kinda learn more about the eccentric couple? turns out Brassius is an expert with grass types and you spend hours listening to him talk about fertilizer mixes and how much water and attention you should give to a fomantis (the species is unfortunately one of the more difficult types to look after, wow). Hassel is also good with advice whenever Brassius has to attend important events. you learn the right way to cradle grass pokemon like toddlers and weeks later Brassius takes you to Alfonada so your fomantis can pick a pot for sunbathing

(and throughout the time spent together you find it lovely to just watch them both interact. Brassius and Hassel are obviously smitten towards each other and all the little things they do are just really nice to observe quietly. Individually too, you can definitely appreciate watching them enjoying themselves and being good at what they do, like whoa Brassius looks really nice in that open-collared shirt and the way he sometimes rocks his smoliv in his arms and dances with his pokemon is really endearing and cute)

and then bc fomantis (you don’t give it a name bc it’s not technically yours but you might as well call it Big Baby from how clingy it is) starts to get acclimated you can probably start slowing down the visits to just once or twice a month. you’re kind of relieved that you’re getting the hang of this and won’t need to trouble Brassius too much now

except Brassius looks… a little moody? Upset? Disappointed when you both brought it up? or maybe you’re just looking too much into it?

but he doesn’t mention anything so your visits slow down in the end, and you take fomantis out to the forests and lakes to get enough exercise and sunlight, and honestly you’re just minding your own business but turns out god has other plans for you-

bc that’s when you stumble across a disturbed dragon habitat and now a Dreepy has accidentally attached to you.

deja vu, huh.

so now it’s Hassel’s turn to host the weekly meet ups bc turns out the man’s a dragon tamer, holy fucking shit, and rehabilitating a baby dragon is one of the most difficult things in the world without formal training. you do the same song and dance again and throw in outings to the wild where you both try to locate the scattered pod of Dragapults and Dragloaks. Brassius joins in when he has the time and somehow you three just start to have picnics together I guess. you’re not complaining tbh the both of them are a joy to spend time with

(and Hassel is really cute when he’s coaxing baby dragons? plus how calm he is when he’s calming down wild adults and knowledgeable he is in regards to the region and the care and concerns he has towards the endangered species- WOUGH he plays the guitar and piano too wtf is there anything this man can’t do???)

your schedule now develops into like, every one or two weeks you chill with either Hassel or Brassius and once a month or two the three of you hang out together. you hang until y’all actually find the dragon pod, but by now the Dreepy refuses to leave you so…

“I guess I’m responsible for a dragon and a plant now,” you shrug, not too upset. You’ve kinda warmed up to them by this point. you tell Brassius and Hassel they don’t have to keep paying for the expenses anymore, you’ll find a way to deal with it since you’re a trainer now. and they can free up most of their time now that they don’t have to keep babysitting you?

what you didn’t expect was to see the faint disappointment and crestfallen look on Hassel??? Like Brassius???? jesus, don’t be so sad, they can always grab lunch with you anytime, y’know, even if there’s no pokemon raising, just text you lmao they have your phone number anyways

which turns out to be the right thing to say bc now you’re getting invited to little art shows and outings occasionally now, and even dinners. that’s nice, you think, honestly they’re both lucky to have each other and maybe in some other life you probably would have dated either one of them but eh, you’re content where you’re at right now tbh, no biggie-

until a few weeks later they drop the bomb on you that they’ve been trying to hint at you for months now and do you want to date them, yes the both of them at the same time, Brassie looses his mind after our lunches now and HASS you TRAITOR says the man who blushes every time I bring them up when we k-

cue internal panic, some discussion about polyamory and expectations and stuff but… long story short, somehow you end up dating the both of them, now???

(you don’t find out one of them is a goddamn gym leader and the other an elite four until months later for some fucking reason, and you loose your shit inevitably bc NO WONDER YOU‘RE BOTH SO GOOD AT BATTLING, WHAT THE HELL)

(bonus chapter is where the both of them fuck you into the bed until the frame cracks, get that old men ass babey)

#chatter #pokemon sv #outline might change but this is literally what has been rolling in my mind for the past week #it’s just a fuckinf romcom w mutual pining #except you’re like chill w the pining you think they’re off limits but it’s nice watching them regardless #healthy relationships are great and you’re happy to be friends w two dorks #while Brassius and Hassel are fucking playing 4D chess and pining so hard just wondering if their flirting game isn’t enough #or you’re not interested at all but sometimes you return their signals and they’re so fucking confused #anyways if I ever write this it’s gonna be 6 chapters medium burn bc I have no energy #this fic is literally an excuse for me to rant about everything i love and hc about Brassius and Hassel and to make them look GOOD #and to write about them in LOVE #bc i will not compromise on the hassel x brassius ship at all #before i even touch the x reader part #im going to lay down #snippet

[medea10]

My Review of My Happy Marriage

How did I get into this anime? So, I noticed this anime’s promotional poster and wondered to myself if this was going to be like Taisho Maiden Fairy Tale. That is the weirdest reason for watching an anime I’ve ever given and I sometimes pick animes just because of who sings the opening theme. Actually, I wasn’t that far off with my idiotic question.

Miyo Saimori is someone who was brought up under some unfortunate circumstances. Miyo’s mother died when she was really young. Her father ends up remarrying another woman and having another child with that woman soon after. Miyo was kinda shoved into the background and become subservient to the family as she was seen as useless. Apparently, everyone in the family has supernatural abilities except for Miyo. That’s why they see her as someone with no merit and useless. Her step-mother and half-sister are cruel to her. Her father says nothing. All Miyo does is lower her head and obey them.

Oh my God, what kind of Cinderella, Princess Sara, Taisho Maiden Fairy Tale shit did I pick up here? This first episode is just cruel. Treating Miyo like a slave is one thing, but erasing every happy thing from her life including what her dead mother left her is just sick.

There is one person who has been kind to Miyo for all of these years and that’s a family friend, Kouji. He’s the only one to ever make her smile. Unfortunately, things change and not for the better. Miyo’s father announced that Kouji was to be betrothed to Miyo’s half-sister Kaya. This of course broke Miyo’s heart despite her expecting something like this was going to happen. Now, there was more to the announcement. Miyo was also to be married off. They’re sending her away to be married to the lord of the Kudou clan. And just to be bigger dicks than you would imagine, they’re sending Miyo to be married off to someone who has a reputation for being a jerk.

If this story takes place around the same time as Taisho Maiden Fairy Tale, could the story do us a big favor and just have this whole family die in the Great Kanto Earthquake? I know it’s a terrible thing to wish upon anyone, let alone a fictional family. I was just really annoyed by everyone in Miyo’s family that it made me say what I just said.

Despite the rumors about this young lord and all of the marriage proposals that have lapsed due to his attitude. This man, Kiyoka Kudou is actually kind-hearted. And Miyo just deserves the best. She deserves a nice life!

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: Welcome to a very new experience here. As you all know, this is a Netflix exclusive anime. But unlike many animes they’ve licensed in the past, this one was put out on the same day as released in Japan with an English dub. That is almost unheard of on Netflix. Recently, Netflix has been releasing anime alongside the Japanese schedule like when Blue Period came out. Some had a small, couple-week delay like Komi-san. Others are released all at once like Aggretsuko and The Way of the Househusband. And then there are those animes that people wait an eternity to see, but Netflix finds a way to delay it by weeks or even months.

The U.S. waited 11 months for that Steven Stone vs. Ash Ketchum match. That’s a disgustingly long wait, Netflix. Not even 4Kids was that cruel! THIS DOES NOT HELP WITH PIRACY YOU PEOPLE KEEP SCREAMING ABOUT! I will never be over that one.

So, I’m watching the dub. I gotta give praise to the cast here. This is my first time hearing either Miranda Parkin or Damien Haas. I am impressed by their performance and wish them nothing but the best in the future. It wasn’t all newbies in the cast. I saw a few memorable names like Lizzie Freeman, Mela Lee, and even a few Pokemon voice actors like Erica Schroeder and Mike Pollock. This kind of stuff makes me giddy. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

JAPANESE CAST: *Miyo is played by Reina Ueda (known for Mallow on Pokemon SM, Kisa on Fruits Basket 2019, Kanao on Demon Slayer, Gray on Lord El-Melloi, Jiro on Tokyo Ghoul, and Elianna on Bibliophile Princess)

*Kiyoka is played by Kaito Ishikawa (known for Kiawe on Pokemon SM, Naofumi on Shield Hero, Genos on One Punch Man, Iida on My Hero Academia, Kageyama on Haikyuu, Sakuta on Bunny Girl Senpai, and Urie on Tokyo Ghoul :re)

ENGLISH CAST: *Miyo is played by Miranda Parkin

*Kiyoka is played by Damien Haas

DISLIKED CHARACTERS: I think you know what I’m about to do here.

Miyo’s entire family (minus birth mother) are horrible people. And if this series is set during the Great Kanto Earthquake, I hope they all die. I know I said that before and it’s a horrible thing to say, but I’m at that point where I’m saying ‘fuck it’. The step-mother and half-sister are that usual kind of awful that one would expect in a Cinderella type of story like this. But Miyo’s father, her actual biological, blood father had the audacity to say in the third episode that he doesn’t care about his own kid and whether she’s still alive or not after sending her to the Kudou home. Just because she can’t see spiritual beings like the rest of the family?! I think I hate you the most.

This hatred was just the beginning.

Give Taishou Maiden Fairy Tale some credit as I didn’t have to see Tamahiko’s rotten family in every episode. The first six episodes were full of horrible scenes featuring Miyo’s father, step-mother and step-sister being horrible creatures. Whether through nightmares Miyo continues to have or them plotting and scheming, they continue to exist. The pinnacle of their disgusting behavior came when Kaya got jealous of her sister being happy for once in her life. So, Kaya and her step-mother had Miyo kidnapped off the street, tied her up in a shed, and beat her until Miyo caves into their selfish demands.

By this point, I’m thinking if this is just overkill in the evil department. Like, if you two are looking for the worst characters in anime for the year of 2023, you’d win that category. Even the guy that stabbed Ai Hoshino is in no competition compared to these bitches. But I feel like their evility was much too much.

Thankfully, after episode 7 we don’t see much of these wretched people. Kiyoka torched everything in his way and pretty much destroyed Miyo’s father, step-mother, and sister Kaya’s livelihood. I even think Kaya’s engagement to Kouji was broken off as she’s sent away to fuck if I know. I’ll take any kind of karma that can be bestowed upon these cum-buckets.

SHIPPING: Arranged marriages. Perfect matches or doomed from the start? Let’s see how this works out.

In the first episode, I was worried that this poor girl is going to continue getting abused. By the second episode, I twinged with this after watching Kiyoka put up the defiance just eating the food Miyo made. But that soon disapated with some optimism when Kiyoka took Miyo out on the town and gave her a present that could be mistaken for a marriage proposal. And by the end of episode 4, I was cheering for this. Especially when Kiyoka went to Miyo’s parents and demanded them to apologize to Miyo.

Unfortunately, other forces are working for selfish reasons. Apparently, Miyo’s father had originally promised Miyo to another family. Despite not having any spiritual powers, she still carries her mother’s blood and she could potentially pass on something to her children in the future. And this other family is Kouji’s family. Kouji is of course still on Miyo’s side and was pissed that his father did nothing to aid in Miyo’s torment. Just for good measure, let’s add Miyo’s cunt sister Kaya to this mix. She’s willing to throw away her fiancé Kouji and steal Kiyoka just because she can’t stand her sister being happy.

As I mentioned before, we don’t see much of Kaya and the rest of the family after episode 7. Same goes for Kouji. You would think that’d be the end of the interruptions and this ship can set sail. You know as well as I do that isn’t in the cards. We’ve got Miyo’s meddling cousin Atara to deal with.

ENDING: Everybody wants Miyo! It’s clear that Kiyoka loves Miyo and just wants her to be happy. But then you’ve got these interlopers who want Miyo only because she has an almost extinct bloodline (Usuba) running through her veins. Pretty much the same reason Koji’s father wanted Miyo. Two of those people are Miyo’s grandfather and this guy named Arata that happens to be her blood cousin.

That’s nice. Where the fuck were these two bros when Miyo was getting abused by the Saimori family? Follow up question! Where the fuck were these two bros when Miyo was getting the Kunta Kente treatment just a couple of episodes prior?!

For people so worried about the fate of the Usuba bloodline, you didn’t seem too concerned about Miyo until this very moment when she might have a slim chance of having some special power. As it turns out, Miyo just might. The following problems to this are; it’s ravaging her in her sleep, and her full power might have been sealed off by Miyo’s deceased mother. For this very reason, these two family members insist Miyo stay at their premises. Kiyoka was not going to give up his fiancé to these people whom he still has severe distrust over and ends up in a duel with this Arata dude. This was essentially, bringing a sword to a gunfight. Unless your name is Himura Kenshin, you are probably not going to win in a gunfight with a sword. I know Kiyoka is pretty tough, but…no. Knife to gun fight!

There’s a lot on Kiyoka’s plate at the moment. There have been going-ons with a supernatural called “the grotesques” and one wrong move could result in many lives lost. But this whole thing with his fiancé is something that has him worried all over the place. I guess Kiyoka’s demeanor changed quite a bit since we first saw him in his debut. During the big battle against the grotesques, he wound up seriously injured.

Meanwhile, Miyo learned from her grandfather about the Usuba family and her mother Sumi. Turns out that when Sumi was younger, she decided to help the dwindling Usuba family with their family troubles by marrying one of the families willing to give financial support. That just happened to be the Saimori family. The father was not happy by that decision and it unfortunately caused a rift between the two. Soon after marriage, Sumi gave birth to Miyo and realized her potential already. Sumi (who already had a weak constitution to begin with) managed to seal Miyo’s supernatural powers to prevent her father and the other Saimoris to abuse it. And then she died! Okay, I’m easing up on hating on the grandfather. Miyo’s cousin is still on the sus-watch as he continuously kept Miyo away from Kiyoka. Even when Kiyoka is injured, Atara tried to keep them apart. Thankfully, Grandpa realized that if he did this, he would lose Miyo the same way he lost Sumi. Miyo was able to be by her beloved’s side.

Kiyoka was in a deep coma due to a horrific injury. After a few weeks with the Usuba family, Miyo was able to regain what was sealed away from her after so long. Miyo has a special ability to go into dreams. She went inside Kiyoka’s dreams. After battling around with her inner insecurities, she managed to protect her fiancé and he was able to recover. This power was also able to vanquish the grotesques that invaded too. No one can tear apart these two. Not the Saimoris. Not the evil governor that wanted all the power for himself. Not Atara. No one! And we end with a happy ending where Miyo goes to a fancy party and puts her new education from her sister-in-law to good use.

Yes, love me some happy endings. Miyo deserves it! And best of all, we’re getting a season two to this. Guys, end it here. I know I can’t resist seeing what happens next. But after everything Miyo has been through, I can’t stand the fact that more tragedy could befall her. I also don’t want to see the Saimori’s again. I don’t care if karma came in like a firestorm to these people, I never want to see them again.

I’ll be honest, I was unaware about this story being about people who have supernatural abilities until episode 1 or 2. When I learned that, I thought that was just sloppily tacked on. That was until all this grotesquery nonsense and Kiyoka’s work came into play. I dropped my thoughts on the matter then. Despite every horrible thing happening to Miyo is playing right on my screen, I was on the edge of my seat waiting to see if this girl ever gets her “happy marriage” like what it says in the title. And at least if there’s a season two, we might see the actual wedding. I mean, they aren’t married yet.

But aside from that, if you want to watch a supernatural/romance anime, you might want to consider watching this anime. Just be warned that the first half of the anime could aggravate you with how they treat one of the characters.

Every episode is streaming on Netflix.

#anime review #my happy marriage #miyo saimori #kaya saimori #kiyoka kudou #watashi no shiawase na kekkon #shinichi saimori #kanoko saimori #arata usuba #yumi usuba #kouji tatsuishi

[papirouge]

Notice how the rising stories from China and in villages across India are reporting that families are still mass killing their baby girls make the pro aborts quiet? They claim to be feminists but the choice is always at the expense of a baby girl being murdered for being a girl. Always. There’s no place on earth where baby boys are being mass killed in a system that tells families that boys have no value.

Now those countries are killing themselves because they don’t have any women left to marry their sons too. There’s already kidnapping from nearby areas but that’s not sustainable. On top of that, boys in primary school who consume content like Tat3 or these masculinity podcasts are academically falling faster because they’re more concerned over being “masculine and dominant” over the female teachers and classmates. The future seems to be full of single, violent, unintelligent/uneducated men who hate women because the girls who haven’t been killed in the womb or as infants are accomplished and educated but vastly outnumbered. Males will use every excuse to justify their hatred from religion like islam to just being violent. There would be pick mes that support those men tho. I watched a tiktok of a woman at the gym (who I think either had her account banned or went private) say the worst things for her male viewers. The worst I saw was how she said that men should return women back to god (so kill us) and the comments (the males) all agreed. But even so, she won’t be protected by them because at the end of the day, being a woman means you have a target on your back that will only get bigger as time goes on. So I hope pro aborts are happy that they think giving the choice to kill babies were worth it. Because this world despises women, even in the womb so that choice will always kill us.

They're quiet about it because they can't shove them abortion as the solution of this problem ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ pro abortion aren't solution focused, they just want to elevate abortion as the be all and end all of reproductive justice. But what are they gonna do when women are going to profit off access to abortion to have safer sex elective abortion? They'll go *shocked face Pikachu ", that's all

Female redpilled grifter are trendy because pandering to incels is very profitable. The good news is that it's pretty much a phase and that most of these women will get over in ~10 years or tone down their act big time (à la Lauren Southern), the bad news is that they will always be a new flock of idiot to take over the torch AND having the audience to follow.

Even here in France we have them red pill trad chicks associated to far right movement saying slut shaming is good and that feminism is the devil (Thaïs d'Escufon is a piece of work lol), and they are fairly popular in their nice. Just sprinkle "woke" here and there and they reach 100k+ views every few days.

She (Thaïs) once made a collab video with a french manosphere scrote, and they humiliated her asking her to pick some coffee and basically putting her down into her 'female place', and french twitter clowned her saying "well that's what sd was asking for ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯". There was also an audio leak from this french Nationalist vocal chatroom where she threw a fit bc apparently nationalist scrotes were interested dating Asian or African wife bc they were "more traditional". She was fuming bc it was a cultural and racial waste 💀 (FYI she's a legit White supremacist. But also a VERY dumb one. She once posted on Twitter an AI image of these "perfect man & woman" and used the fact they were White to argue that White people were objectively the prettiest 💀 .... girl didn't get that AI wasn't "neutral")

It's was very interesting to see her seething at seeing her White men lusting after women. You'd think with all the attention she gets, she'd have a ring on her finger yet, but homegirl is in her mid 20, still not married, but patronizing men peepee to keep them on check (which is a lost cause of course bc most men are animals). This dissonance is very weird... She's very much like Pearl. There has to be something very off with them or their surrounding if they can't find a man. I mean, according to their own logic of "women main purpose to breed to pursue the (white) race".

#answered

[enchainedtigress]

Sisters, brothers and all that

Screwed up family, toxic to their peers, throwing stuff in your face until your nose bleeds

My mother didn’t had it very well, cause her mother was a drunk

And her father wasn’t in the picture very often

Cause he got a wife at home plus three kids to take care of

The other woman was the name of my grandmother

Nobody could stand her

Being visited by an older man at his new bought apartment that he gave to her as a gift for the new kid on the way

But beware, cause your wife was following your ass and she finally found out

And saw that you’re not that complex as you try to be

You’re just a stupid man who likes to fuck young girls

Get them pregnant buy a house

So now they’re all happy and stable

Not mentally cause you don’t give a fuck

Calling a 14 year old not depressed when she cuts herself

And those cuts created by insecurities made up from your own words

When you call her obese and a cow

But wait here, I guess that’s why you liked my grandmother

Cause she’s a bully herself

Punching my mother when she was drunk

Calling her bad words while throwing cups at her head

So forgive me child for my headache today

It won’t happen again I promise you

But the shit was always the same

When your wife found out what a dick you are

She forgot about you but didn’t divorce you cause you still provided

Home comfort and food

For the kids you forget sometimes

Cause your mind still thinks about pretty young girls

Who can marry you, tell me sultan

Can I take care of your forgotten harem?

When you get back to my mother

You spoil her with gifts and big words

Small adventures on the shore

Living life like in the movies

Let's pack our things and go swimming

I’m still wondering what you saw at my grandmother

Cause she was so fucked up

And you knew it

Thought she was a blizzard of shit

But you cleaned her up

And she became a proud diamond

For your new home and your new kid

That missed your presence when you were not here

When you were with your other wife and kids

What did they think about this

That you’re the perfect father who takes care of everything

Stupid asshole

Got my grandmother addicted

And you still blame the alcohol

For not wanting to marry her

Unsure about your self esteem

But in this equation x equals zero

Thinking you’re the one who knows everything

Fucking communist

That’s what you tried to produce

To multiply your family

To form a collective full of kids that can kiss your nasty ass

Forgot about my grandma

But lemme tell you she was getting real dirty

Missing hours from her apartment

Visiting neighbours with alcohol

Staying, drinking, thinking

What the fuck I’ve got involved in

Oh shit I forgot

I have a kid at home

Wondering if she missed me

The little kid at home cooked your food and you present her the other side of you

Diabolical woman, with a huge past behind , the same as the scars that your father provided to your back

I know you wanted to run

But the nearer person was this old man

Who got an interest in you

And then he literally got inside of you

Cause that’s how dirty motherfuckers feel good

But you succeed to get there when mama was crying

Cause grandma was beating her

Then you, big idiot on the street

Came into the house and solved shit.

Should’ve done it right

Got a divorce with the first wife and then marry the other woman

Cause you yell left and right that that's the perfect one for you

But your only issue was her alcohol addiction

So you let her live alone with that

In a different town than yours

But still close

So you could come and get whatever the fuck you want from her

She was a fool for falling in love with you

And you’re the biggest fool cause you believed she couldn’t live without you

Yet she did, but very hard

With her daughter and son in law

Who were expecting a child

Your granddaughter, stupid fucker

When she was born every day was left alone with that sick ass woman

Cause parents both at work

And your stupid man brain thought this may work

Sleeping in the same bed with my grandmother

Calling her my mother when mama was missing

But mother disappointed me

When she started kicking me

And calling me fat ass

Get up you cow

That’s a shitty thing to say grandma

Cause I love you very much

And I’ll still come to bed with you tonight

And the next morning you’ll feed me the biggest breakfast

So I know you love me even if you get mad sometimes

Sleeping with her until I was 13 and my ED came in

Had a new best friend

Cause the kids at school were laughing at me

For not being the same size as the girls in my class

Fuck you little shits

I’ll show you what’s what

Eating was forgotten and my mother didn’t see anything wrong

Cause she had her own problems with her own weight

I guess it runs in the family

So she drank her problems with my grandmother

And throw up seconds later

I had no one to drink my problems away

But to throw up I surely can.

Opening the drawers in my kitchen

My mother's favourite food was diet pills

How the fuck can you lose weight

When you only eat oil and shitty cooked meat

That you feed your family with

So how in the fuck there's no problem in this

Got sick of my grandma

Picking fights

Calling me a demon

Calling mama all the bad words

So she moved in the kitchen

Sleeping on a fucked up bed

With the stench of food all around you

Mama and dad should’ve bought a place for us three

Leave her behind

Cause all she’s done was picking fights

Mama was crying because of that

And I cried because mama was crying

My father was less present in this house

Cause he had no words for the situation we were in

His words will always be ”let's get up and leave”

But my mama loved her mother

Couldn’t leave her alone

Afraid she’ll found her dead one day

But I was always praying for that to happen

Cause with a dead grandmother things get easier

A nice kitchen and a good family life

Always thinking about poisoning her

But thoughts past

And she still was a bitch to me

Didn’t enter in the kitchen for a year and some

Afraid to see her stupid face

Her lost blue eyes and her red face from alcohol

What’s enough it’s enough

I couldn’t hold my tongue tied

And I called her all the words she called me years ago

And she got mad but she’s a stupid alcoholic

And I prayed to her that for my eighteenth birthday to behave

But she came in drunk looking for her change of clothes

She was standing naked right in front of my mirror door

And I could see all of her

Fortunate enough for me cause all the other guest couldn’t see shit

So that was about it

I forgot about her even if she lived a wall distance from me

She was an old woman who liked to get fucked up

And so I’ve become one

Getting out of this house cause I couldn’t take it no more

My mother being such a bitch when she drinks

And my father being so out of this reality

Outside I found friends that I could play with

We played like a chemistry game

We used to put all the substances together

And then have the time of our lives

Toxic relationship

Fights in parks

Punches in the door

Sex for making up

Drugs for getting even higher

Alcohol for feeling like I’m someone else

These years were bad for me

They made me what I am today

A retired alcoholic

Who still dreams about small doses

A depressed fuck

Who can’t get her shit right

With an ED on her back

Who won't leave cause she's attached to much

When the situation got real shitty

Mother losing the weight that should’ve been shed a long time ago

With help from her anorexic daughter

Of course she lost weight

Cause not eating brings you respect

And congratulations on the street

When I wanted to get out

My grandma was the one who actually moved out

So for us was the start of a new life

New kitchen new room new bed

No smell of old man anymore

No scandal anymore

No fights and drinks anymore with my mother

I stayed at home

Trying to recover

That didn’t work out very well

Cause I’m still fucked up in the head

#poemsbyme #poem #disordered eating thoughts #bpd #gay #family #family poems #borderline personality traits #family history #a part of me #im tryin my best

[cleocatrablossy]

Okay, so thoughts on the shadow preview under the cut!

Okay, so Sunbeam should kill Nightheart right now.

TAWNYOELT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING KICK HIM OUT.

Berryheart backstory alert! Actually a really nice prologue, I wish that she had more concerns about riverclan in specific due to the water. Don’t let her go to the gathering island because of the water. Make her afraid of the water, have to have someone else get soaked moss for her so she can drink without being reminded of nearly drowning.

Oh, and “Mothwing is a great healer, but how does she expect to train an apprentice when she never speaks to StarClan?” MY ASS. Have you forgotten Willowshine???? Literally only Willowshine, leafpool, and StarClan know that leafpool helped with the ghost part of training, shut the fuck up tigerstar.

Also, absolutely LIVING for the kitty cat cult neighborhood politics!

Nightheart is no longer a little shit, he’s evolved into a big shit. You don’t just dump that you’re moving in with and now married to someone all at once through their friends after talking like 4 times. At least he doesn’t have any thoughts so he’s a good camera to watch agit go down through.

Squirrelflight and Leafstar are being AMAZING as per usual. They are made for eachother istg

Also. SQUIRRELFLIGHT OMG BESTIE SO MANY GUTS NEEDED TO SPEAK WHEN BRAMBLESTAR SHUTS DOWN. LIKE THAT WOULD HAVE HAD HER PUT THROUGH SO MUCH BULLSHIT IN HER SUPER EDITION.

Bramblestar should die so we get Squirrelstar. Maybe she and Sunbeam can have a ‘kill your husband party’ and invite like every gal in this series.

Also Leafstar had better have found out about the invasion of RiverClan through like… a fucking rock that looks like a smiley face. Something so absurd you can’t believe it but it’s true it’s just SkyClan magic lol (they’re definitely making it be splash tail who told though, and then blaming it on fringewhisker at first via berryheart)

Also Nightheart, shut the fuck up. Tigerstar was super in the wrong. Honestly what should have happened was all the medicine cats work together. At least get Jayfeather in on it! He’s like THE StarClan guy, and the Lights in the Mist and Squirrelflights have all spent some time in the after lives recently get their help too! Come on, in this series religion solves everything so just get everyone together to religion harder. Or you know, vote? Maybe? That could solve some issues.

Also maybe Mothstar? Honestly warriors characters should sometimes get descriptive titles, or at least the leaders. Like PLEASE, Mothwing could have something SO edgy as her title. Seriously, she does not like StarClan after the great battle and didn’t believe in them before she’s got to hate them now and her dead girlfriend’s there and could give her her last life and it would normally be so happy but also sorta bitter sweet because you get to see eachother for 5 minutes. But it would be bittersweet and tragic because Mothwing is essentially having her fate sealed by the one she loved and it’s tears everywhere and PLEASE ERINS LET THIS HAPPEN.

Bad idea maybe Finchflight. But Nightheart, she’s not doing it specifically because of you you IDIOT. And Mothwing please no not you toooooooooooo you were in ShadowClan for a while which in this arc is seen as the same thing. Also no, Berryheart doesn’t just not want you in ShadowClan she’s doing a hypocrisy right now and it’s kitty cat bigotry with exceptions for specific cats like Dovewing. And you’re such a fucking asshole by the way that literally apprentice jobs are the only reason to want you in the fucking clan. Also Sparkpelt probably just figured she drove you away sorta and doesn’t want to make it worse????

#brain soup #warrior cats #warriors #asc spoilers #shadow spoilers

[dreamwritesimagines]

Anthony is still doing his Best Man Duties™️ i see. also Elias complaining as if he’s doing all the work sksks i love these two so much. but also, Elias should be the one turning down some too so he can practice until he has his own daughter. Anthony is now ahead of him in that department so keep up my dude. aww Aunt Lav being a protective big sister this is too cute. “If he can quarrel, he’s feeling better.” LMAO that’s one way to look at it i guess.

oh god not Miriam’s invitation. not them fighting over a piece paper LMAO children i tell you. also i can see what you’re doing there Anthony. he’s trying to rile her up bc i bet he finds it adorable when she’s a lil irritated. 

“I mean, what kind I would use if I were getting married, but I’m not. I’m becoming a spinster.” // “No one in this room believes that.” No one in the whole world believes it. i mean hell, even Cherie herself doesn’t believe it since she’s still daydreaming about the paper she will use for the invitation lmao.

“Don’t worry, Anthony has that covered.” ah. that’s what best man’s are for, of course. The Chaos of Anthonias™️ will always make me smile like i love these two idiots so much. ANTHONY YOU SIMP. willing to use her excuse to ward off suitors bc it’s what she wants. ….a convent with jewelry and gowns. yeah, sure, that’s more believable than her becoming a spinster, i suppose.

sigh, i’m glad Elias and Cherie are slowly talking about it. like it feels nice that’s she’s able to reassure him and vice versa bc they are close after all. just showing him different perspective without invalidating his feelings. this is just so sweet honestly. and i’m glad Cherie is adamant on squashing the doubts in his head. oh god them recalling the good memories when Elias came to visit. and reassuring him that Cassie did love him so much and UGH I JUST WANT THIS FAMILY TO BE HAPPY DAMMIT. but honestly, this moment between them just warmed my heart.

she’s throwing Elias to the sharks right away help sksksks like father like daughter huh? like the second Percy announced Cherie as his daughter he said Elias, Deal With It™️ sksksks “You traitor…” LMAO. i can just picture Elias scrambling to find Anthony once Cherie left bc he is his number 1 suitor repellent. “Hello a bunch of men who will help me.” i love how she already has people to fill up her dance card lmao. also, Anthony being a step ahead like, if he can write his name on her dance card ten times he would. and of course, we always love to see Jealous!Anthony™️ in this house.

Kenneth with the rivalry pls he’s so real for that like. bc they can’t have Cherie they’re going to want her even more. it’s just this whole battle of who can “out man” who so if anything, it just makes things more difficult to know who has the best intentions. i mean we of course only know The One™️ but she’s still denying it so lol. omg she really she needs to stop this whole spinster thing lmao not even the frickin tiles on the dance floor believes her. Hugh not falling in love easily tho. i can tell it’s bc of what he saw with his parents so he’s more guarded and logical in that regard. ACTIVITIES!!! HUGH YOU (w)HORE™️ good for you king!! GOOD FOR YOU!! “God no.” talking about feelings during Activities™️ ??? yeah that’s a big no no in the Friends With Benefits Universe™️ Cherie i’m sorry. people think she’s insistent for “some reason” everyone then just pops out of nowhere with a whole list of things she’s been insistent about sksks.

*me gagging, heaving, choking* Miriam. she still hasn’t learned how? like i’m sure Cherie can make her life in the ton miserable especially with her officially as the duke’s daugther now. “How wonderful.” even i can feel how enthusiastic Cherie is when she said that skskskkskks. UGH. she’s spewing nonsense omg. she doesn’t know that the people she’s dancing with knowswho she’s going to marry already? of course she doesn’t bc she’s stupid to see what’s in front of her. Oh god why is Pierre back, i thought he was back in Paris? honestly, the more Miriam keeps talking the more i want to shove a shoe down her throat. honestly, Cherie should do that with her pearls. aggressive i’m sorry but she;s just being annoying. GOOOOOD how i baaaadly wished Cherie would just say something about the truth about her husband to be. gentleman my ass. i’d like to hear from you once you find out about the mistresses and the countless debts.  “I would be more terrified if I were marrying a man whom I know deep down doesn’t love me, or a man whom I do not love.” YES YOU SAY IT.

wait, what were Cece and Anthony discussing? i bet it’s Anthony itching to propose again and Cece is just smack his hands sksks. oh pls Anthony reassuring her though. and giving her an example as to why it’s not a big deal to calm her a lil. so cute these two. Anthony smirking bc he KNOWS she’s a lil jealous. she calls it curiosity but all i hear is jealousy. HE WOULD NEVER LEAVE HER UNSATISFIED !!!! he needs to stop throwing these phrases with underlying meanings bc it’s not good for my heart. she’s so confused tho bless her ssksksks. i wonder how she’ll react once she knows about the Marital Affairs™️ and she’s going to look back at all their interactions and her questions sksks i bet she’d be so embarrassed.

PROTECTIVE!ANTHONY MY BELOVED <3 i don’t condone violence but yes Anthony, go wipe that mustache off Planktons™️ face. i hope it won’t be something incredibly stupid tho but he did have no right to talk about that. i mean, it is private. ALSO ANTHONY DON’T MISS THE DANCE PLS. honestly, she shouldn’t change her mind. i’m sure Aunt Lavinia can spill some tips and tricks on How To Get Away With Murder™️ and i mean, Miriam won’t be missed sksksksk. amazing as always honestly, i’m glad we got to have that moment with the siblings. and of course always happy to see Anthony being such a huge simp for Cherie. he’s now a man who’s deeply in love. Character Development™️ we love to is <3

– TM Anon™️

Omg darliiiing! ❤

Lolll I don’t think his best man duties will ever stop 😂 And Anthony is slowly becoming an expert on turning suitors down on Cherie’s behalf 😂

also i can see what you’re doing there Anthony. he’s trying to rile her up bc i bet he finds it adorable when she’s a lil irritated. OMG EXACTLYYYY! 😍❤ I love this idea so much! 😍

Cherie keeps saying that she will become a spinster but like, she totally doesn’t believe it deep down 😂

The Chaos of Anthonias™ They are so chaotic! 😂 And I think it will get even worse when they become brothers-in-law😂 Like, subtle but chaotic 😂

Elias and Cherie needed that conversation for sure! ❤ I think they are (mostly Cherie is) slowly starting to understand there are so many things they didn’t know about their parents’ marriage and their parents as people, if that makes sense ❤ And the only people who can understand that are each other, so I think it will get them closer ❤

number 1 suitor repellent I AM SCREAMING AT THIS! 😂

Jealous Anthony is so much fun😏

The competition yessssss! 😂 I think up until Cherie gets engaged, those suitors will be annoying her (and annoying Anthony) 😈

Tiles on the dance floor omg 😂

HUGH YOU (w)HORE™ good for you king!! THIS IS HILARIOUS😂

Oh yeah but unfortunately, Miriam can make her life miserable as well, seeing that she is soon to be married and Cherie isn’t 😂 Married ladies were respected more than unmarried ones back then in the Regency era and Miriam is planning to use that a lot 😈

SO WAIT WAIT-

Do we think Miriam knows about the mistress yet or? 😏

Yessss that was exactly what they were discussing 😂 Like, I think Anthony is getting very impatient and restless and Cecily is like “NOT YET” 😂

i wonder how she’ll react once she knows about the Marital Affairs™ and she’s going to look back at all their interactions and her questions sksks i bet she’d be so embarrassed. WAIT THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN! Cherie would literally be lying in bed and all of a sudden she would it would flash in her mind, and she would sit up and go like “Wait a minute…” 😂

I think we will see more of Protective!Anthony and it will be so much fuuuun! 😂

More in love scenes are comiiing 😈 Character development my beloved 😂

Honeeeey you’re amazing, thank you so much for this! ❤ ILY! ❤

[leagueoflegendsimagines]

hi! thanks for answering my question abt poly requests :) can you do some viktor x fem!reader x jayce hcs where they’re all married and happy, i need super fluff especially after arcane :( thank you in advance i love ur writing

Oh my oh my - this will be quite interesting to write. Viktor and Jayce have an amazing dynamic and I absolutely love it.

Note 1: I have a big writing project I'm working on. It's with Viktor. So if you guys are interested in it, keep an eye out for my blog in the following days.

Note 2: I didn't quite know what you might wish for, but the "where they're all married and happy" line makes me assume that it wouldn't be a problem for you if, besides being in a relationship with you, they'd be in a relationship with each other as well. Poly dynamics can be a bit tricky to understand so I apologize if I'll offend anyone with my current confusion. As a conclusion to this note, this will contain JayVik as well as Jayce x Reader x Viktor.

Note 3: I decided to make this a soulmate AU because it works. Perfectly. If it's a problem, do send me another request. I love writing for these two idiots.

Forever [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Viktor & Reader & Jayce

Word count: 9109

Warnings: brief self-harm [not exactly what you'd think but I'm adding this here just in case], panic attack, NSFW

NSFW warnings: Size king, threesome.

~ When you finally returned to Piltover after finishing your studies in Shurima, you were shocked by how suffocating your home felt. The etiquette didn't bother you, not quite.

~ It was the lack of expression, of passion, the almost surgical coldness of your surroundings. Now that you were a grown up young lady, as your mother would say, it was so easy to see through the facades and masks worn by those around you.

~ Why did they even bother? Everyone was hiding something. Everyone was faking it. It was hard to not feel a bit ashamed when you saw the lack of emotions, of passion. The lack of feelings in a place you loved more than anything else.

~ Shurima had been... different. Full of life and raw energy. A desolated desert filled with magic and power. With ancient, forbidden things.

~ You were sent there to finish your studies in Archeology, to serve as a diplomatic resource.

~ And you returned with knowledge of things that would get you in serious trouble, if your parents were to find out.

~ The runes tattooed into your skin, right underneath your breasts, were the proof when it comes to your betrayal of science. Arcane magic. Power that should have been forbidden to you.

~ A legacy left behind by your mother's bloodline. Like your grandmother and her great grandmother before her. A legacy shunned by your mother once she had left the humble life of an average citizen, marrying your father - one of the successful traders in Piltover.

~ While your family had been able to perform their sacred magic in secret for generations, it all ended with your mother.

~ She tried to keep you away from your roots. She tried to stop any contact between you and your grandmother, who had decided to move to Shurima after your mother's deep betrayal.

~ After so many years, your mother was sure you wouldn't remember her.

~ But how could you forget your granny?

~ The strong, tall woman that seemed to charm everyone around her. You'd always remember her smile, her bright eyes... her flowing hair, full of life and colour even at her advanced age.

~ How could you forget the way she cradled you close to her chest, whispering to you stories of magic and mages lost in time and space.

~ The woman you'd always look up to - proud and strong, full of confidence and so charming in her natural beauty and femininity. A woman who was never afraid to get her hands dirty, to give her life away for the sake of another.

~ Unsurprisingly, you met her in Shurima. And, unknown to your mother...

~ She taught you the ways of controlling magic.

~ Before you returned to Piltover, she warned you of the danger that to constantly loom over you.

~ Mages weren't tolerated in the city during an age of progress and science. You'd have more chances of living peacefully in Zaun, where people would fear and respect your still limited power. But Piltover...

~ Piltover would rip the meat off your bones for such deep, offending heresy.

~ And things went well for a while. You lived in your comfortable apartment on the outskirts of the city, a place where you could gaze upon the natural beauty of the world, untainted by the condescending city behind you.

~ Every morning, you'd go on the balcony to do your meditations. And that glamorous, clear stretch of water - the blinding light of a new dawn, glistening in the languid movement of waves...

~ It made everything worth it. Even with the risks of being caught. Even with the risk of being exiled - or worse.

~ You started helping people in the Undercity. You'd go in and out with the help of an old friend, a Zaunite who didn't give a damn about the prejudices held against mages.

~ You were trying to specialize in healing magic, drawn from the nature around you. Burning energy brimming with life. Energy that left your skin irritated and itchy when you pushed yourself too much, still unaware of your own limits.

~ You healed people as much as you could. Of course, you'd find excuses for not following your grandmother's warnings. It was good practice for your magic and alchemy. It was...

~ It was the only thing you could really do. The only way you could give back to the world what you were taking through the use of magic.

~ You had a weak, sensitive heart. Every life you couldn't save wrecked you for days, haunting you to the point of a break down. Every time you saw a child suffering, or a bunch of kittens left to die... it broke your soul down, little by little. It left you broken and exposed.

~ It didn't stop you from helping. You did your best to take care of the children, debating solutions with your friend for countless hours. You adopted the stray kittens or puppies that you'd find abandoned, almost starved to death.

~ And you'd take them home, nursing them back to health and giving them away to people who would take care of those sweet souls.

~ As the years passed, it became harder and harder to get into the Undercity. And that's when you met Ekko - a young man who, reluctantly, offered you his trust after a few months of collaboration. You helped his people - and he gave you his protection to roam freely in Zaun.

~ You certainly didn't expect him to show up at your door with Professor Heimerdinger - Heimerdinger, out of all people - and another man.

~ The man himself - the icon of progress.

~ At that moment, you saw your end. They knew. You could see it in their eyes - they knew what you were capable of. And you could only look at Ekko with betrayed eyes as you remained frozen in the doorframe, fingers gripping the doorknob to the point of pain.

~ Heimerdinger cleared his throat, unsure of what to do in such awkward silence. "Miss [L/n], I'm well aware that such a late visit is uncalled for. But my dear friend over here," his small, enthusiastic hand gestured to Ekko. "He told me you could help us."

~ You slowly relaxed. Good. They weren't here to take you away. At least not yet. For now, they only needed help.

~ You were used to helping people.

~ With a heavy sigh, you backed away from the doorframe - long enough for them to enter your modest but cozy apartment. Full of flowers and plants you used in your alchemy. A few puppies and kittens sleeping peacefully in the corner, close the fireplace.

~ "Take a seat, professor." You had a soft spot for the recently retired dean of the science academy. Eyes filled with pain, yet hopeful. He looked weary and tired. Old. "Take a seat and tell me what you need."

~ You watched with careful eyes as he gingerly sat on your couch. Ekko leaned against the wall, familiar and casual in your home. You didn't glance at Jayce - you didn't quite like him. Someone who was willing to use magic in such a reckless manner, unaware of how powerful or deadly it could be.

~ "This young man said you're a mage." When Heimerdinger saw your body tense defensively, he continued in a rushed manner. "No, my dear. We're not here for that. You must be well aware of our recent experiments with the hextech."

~ Taking a few moments to think, you reluctantly nodded.

~ "We... need your help."

~ Help was a word you initially underestimated.

~ Help meant guiding their research. In the short-term, it meant stabilizing the core, the hidden power behind it. A difficult task, as you were still quite the novice in magic yourself - but you knew that, with hard work, it would listen to you.

~ It had to. Your blood would call out to it, after all.

~ Help also meant saving someone's life.

~ A very sick man.

~ You pondered over it for a few moments. This would take all of your energy and mental resources - too much to focus on your priority, Zaun.

~ You'd have to put everything you had into this for a few months. At least half a year. Maybe even more?

~ "And what if I refuse?"

~ Heimerdinger looked at you with pained eyes, but spoke wisely nonetheless. "It is your decision, my dear. We will not report you for your usage of magic. "

~ But others didn't seem to agree to Heimerdinger's perspective.

~ You could only gasp in shock when Jayce grabbed your shoulders tightly, pulling you toward him. Forcing you to face him. Distantly, you could hear Ekko getting closer - prepared to shove Jayce off you.

~ "Please! I beg you..." His grip on your shoulders tightened to the point of pain. "You need to help him. Viktor deserves to be saved. Please. Before you make any decisions, meet him. You won't regret it."

~ You stared at Jayce. He was a handsome man, with bright eyes and a shining soul. A man who wished to do good, but who got lost on his journey. This man he was talking about... what did he mean to Jayce?

~ What was Jayce willing to sacrifice for him?

~ You swallowed thickly around the knot stuck in your throat as your gaze fluttered down, away from his desperate eyes. You didn't enjoy being forced into helping people.

~ It was your effort. An effort you gave away freely, without asking for anything in return. And there were many innocent people in Zaun - people who actually needed your help.

~ Helping scientists solve their own messes wasn't exactly high on your priority list.

~ But you agreed to help them. You'd see for yourself who this man was.

~ And magic wasn't a toy. You knew that, as a mage, it was your duty to stabilize the core and help them.

~ As much as you'd be able to.

~ Your voice was soft as you spoke again. "I'll help you." Jayce's grip on your shoulders relaxed as he slouched, face overwhelmed with relief. "But for a price."

~ His next words broke your heart. "Whatever it takes," he breathed out as he watched you with wide eyes - with an intensity that made you feel uncomfortable.

~ "You will put as much effort as it takes into helping Zaun. And you will change the general mentality of the population when it comes to mages. Don't you find it a bit hypocritical, professor, how the academy uses the arcane magic freely while we are shunned for doing the same thing - in a much more controlled manner?"

~ You didn't have to look at Heimerdinger to notice his shame. His lack of words told you everything you needed to know.

~ The following day - after giving Ekko quite the scolding for telling professor Heimerdinger, out of all people, what you are - you met Viktor for the first time.

~ The academy was a cold place. To you, it lacked personality. It lacked the passion you were used to. Burning passion, as hot as the deserts you've grown to love so much.

~ But their research lab was... different. It had something. Not quite the passion you possessed, no.

~ Something guarded. Something that veiled a passion, a determination ready to swallow the whole city.

~ You assumed that the man sitting at the desk, next to Jayce, was Viktor. And, after thanking professor Heimerdinger for showing you the way, you approached them with cautious steps.

~ "You should stop messing with the core until I stabilize it." You spoke with a touch of disapproval as you watched the pale, lean man poke at the core with annoying determination.

~ You heard the echoes of pain, of anger. And it only made you cringe further. Only the Gods knew how they had managed to come so far with their crude handling of the magic.

~ When Viktor turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance behind his googles, you continued your previous statement. "Magic is sensitive. The more you probe it without its consent, the more vengeful it will become. And, believe me, it will get its revenge eventually."

~ Jayce beamed at you with a wide smile, his hand squeezing Viktor's shoulder comfortingly. He looked like an excited puppy - as if he had expected you to walk out on your promise.

~ "Viktor this is... [Y/n]. She's a mage. She will aid us in our research."

~ "And I would also like to take a look at your illness. I might be able to help." You ignored Jayce's glare at your crude approach. If this man was as sick as you had been told, you needed to start your workings immediately.

~ "I don't.." You watched him glare at Jayce before turning to face the core once more. "As much as I appreciate the offer, Miss [Y/n], I don't quite remember being in need of help."

~ Ah. A stubborn one, then.

~ "Could you leave us alone for a few moments?" You looked at Jayce with insistent eyes. Insistent enough for him to give up on any protests. As he quietly left the room, you approached Viktor.

~ "Listen, darling." You forcibly turned his chair around, pulling off his googles. His glare was as intense as you'd have expected, amber eyes staring at you with a fire that burned wild underneath.

~ "I know what you've been doing. I can smell it on you." You leaned closer to him, matching his glare. "You've come quite far with your research - for that I must applaud you. But it was an incredibly dumb move to mess with arcane magic without the assistance of a mage. Magic cannot be controlled. It chooses to help you, not the other way around. You've been pushing it for years, forcefully drawing energy from it without giving anything back. Do this any longer and it will destroy you."

~ You pulled back with a heavy sign. "You're sick. Why would you rather rely on a force that cannot provide you enough at this very moment instead of letting me help you? Are you that prideful?" Your steps took you closer to the large blackboard, filled with equations and scribbles. In that mess, you could only recognize your beloved runes. Slender fingers traced their contour, relishing in the soft whisper of magic inside them.

~ "Jayce told me you wish to help people. And you can't do that as a dead man." You faced him again. Viktor refused to look at you, stubbornly staring at the door.

~ It didn't take a genius to know he was annoyed by your presence , not used to someone pushing into his comfort zone.

~ "Look... If you don't want to do it for yourself, do it for Jayce. That man was ready to give his head on a plate to anyone who can help you." At last, Viktor relaxed. His face softened as you mentioned Jayce - and a deep sigh wrecked his chest, followed by violent coughs.

~ "What do you need?" You frowned at the sight of blood on his handkerchief. The diagnosis was clear. Still, he was worse than what you had expected.

~ "From you? Nothing. Just let me do my job and I'll let you do yours."

~ During those days you started thinking more about the blue ink engraved on your right wrist, constantly hidden from sight by bandages. Sometimes the sign itched horribly - and you'd catch yourself scratching it raw, even through the thick fabric of the bandages, under Sky's worried gaze.

~ And you'd give her a comforting little smile, making up some excuse about a skin irritation. But she knew. Everyone knew. Most people chose to show their signs freely when they were on a visible part of the body. But you didn't wish for that kind of attention.

~ In some ways, you were scared to meet the person who was linked so intimately to your life.

~ A life that went on slowly - days spent healing Viktor, little by little. Night spent with the core, trying to find a way to stabilize it without further provoking the raw magic.

~ A life that you found oddly comforting, with occasional visits to Ekko's modest Paradise in Zaun.

~ A life you enjoyed, no matter how exhausting it was.

~ Viktor proved to be a wonderful companion, exceeding all expectations. During the hours you'd spend with your hand pressed against his chest, pushing as much healing energy as you could into his very being, he'd talk to you. He'd tell you of his childhood, of his ambitions. Of his life with Jayce.

~ That's how you found out they were soulmates.

~ It surprised you, at first. But then it all made sense. Not only was Viktor Jayce's closest friend, he also held a part of his soul.

~ No wonder he was so desperate to save him.

~ Sometimes, he'd read to you. His voice would smooth out the increasingly painful migraine to grow behind your eyes, a sign of exhaustion.

~ But not enough to make you to stop.

~ It was hard. It was painful. But he was steadily getting better. And it made you happy to see this wonderful genius brighten up, blossoming like a delicate flower of the night. And to watch Jayce regain his hope, with an energy as bright as the sun.

~ When Viktor asked you about your soulmate, you could only stammer. It was quite hard for you to explain your nervous thoughts when it came to such things. Ironically, as a mage, you were supposed to understand better than anyone else the importance of such a connection - a bond that linked souls together in the most amazing, most natural way possible.

~ The very definition of true love.

~ Even so, no one was forced to have a relationship with their soulmate. People could live on happily without one.

~ Did you wish for that? No, not really. But you weren't prepared for it.

~ You weren't prepared for rejection.

~ Few people believed in magic. And so many shunned mages away, as if they were the plague.

~ You wouldn't stay with a person who couldn't accept that part of you, soulmate or not.

~ "It's... complicated." You gestured with your right hand - and his eyes fell on the bandage with a thoughtful look.

~ You didn't pay any attention to that look. You were used to them. Even your parents greatly disapproved of your choice. Others wondered if you were ashamed of your soulmate. Of your sign.

~ Professor Heimerdinger even inquired if you and Ekko...

~ Of course, your embarrassment had been immeasurable. And Professor Heimerdinger apologized repeatedly over the following days.

~ He didn't inquire about your soulmate ever again after that disaster.

~ You couldn't ignore the fact that you had to spend most of your time in the presence of two very handsome, very bright-minded men.

~ You tried to ignore the building attraction as much as you could. And it was hard to do so, especially with the annoying itching of your wrist. It happened more and more those days, to the point where the skin under the bandages was almost constantly red and irritated.

~ At least you were going through some massive progress with both the hexcore and Viktor's health.

~ One night, you returned to the research lab after taking a break of several hours - enough to eat something more consistent, take a nap in your own bed and enjoy a long, steaming shower.

~ It was a quiet, rainy night. Peaceful. You could see the dim glow of the core in one of the main rooms. A glow that, nowadays, was less threatening and slightly more willing to cooperate.

~ You just wanted to check on Viktor and see if he was still in his study. You didn't mean to peak in or anything, but the door was left open, exposing the low light of a lonely lamp.

~ You almost squealed when you saw them. Viktor pressed against his desk while Jayce was kissing him with the passion of a dying man, hand inside the younger man's pants -

~ Needless to be said, you covered your eyes and left as quietly as possible, trying to not trip over your own legs. And even outside, in the cool air of the night and the chilly rain falling from the sky, you could still feel your flushed face burning and your heart beating wildly in your chest.

~ "I think you scared off a little bunny." Viktor said with an amused glint in his eyes and a breathless voice when they heard the main door closing a bit too loudly.

~ "Caitlyn, they were fucking! Well, not exactly fucking. But they were plastered over each other and..." You watched as Caitlyn choked on her coffee before bursting into laughter. "It's not funny! How am I supposed to look them in the eye after seeing... that?!"

~ Next morning, you didn't hesitate to drag Caitlyn from her home to a nearby cafe. You were desperate for advice, and too embarrassed to go straight to the academy.

~ "Well, they are soulmates. What did you expect?" "For them to not fuck in the academy?!" "You said they weren't fucking!" "They were almost fucking!"

~ Caitlyn could only sigh at your childish antics. "Just... go in and act normal. They can't possibly know you were there. Right?" You stammered with your words as your face flushed even more.

~ "I tried to be quiet as I went out... I mean, they were busy so I doubt they heard me."

~ "Oh my God, [Y/n]. These guys have ears of a demon." You watched Caitlyn groan with a sheepish smile.

~ You were giving her so much second-hand embarrassment.

~ In the end, you had to go to the academy with a few words of encouragement and little advice. As Caitlyn put it, "You go in there and give your best innocent eyes. Don't you dare let them even smell the embarrassment on you. Jayce isn't the problem - Viktor is the real monster here. He has the sharpest tongue in Piltover and Zaun combined."

~ And you were lucky enough to escape their presence for a few hours. Something about a council meeting. But you weren't interested in politics.

~ Instead, you spent those hours working on the core, trying to persuade it into opening to you much like you'd persuade a child into actually trusting your good will.

~ As you stared at the core with annoyance - you'd call it a staring contest if you didn't know any better - you heard the door opening behind you. And the familiar sound of a cane.

~ "Is it still resistant?" The soft-spoken, professional voice calmed your nerves. You didn't turn to face him as you answered.

~ "It's... stubborn. And petty. Magic doesn't exactly appreciate being controlled against its will, you know."

~ You jumped out of your skin when Viktor pressed his large, warm hand on your shoulder - looking down at your form, seated on the floor.

~ "You should take a break. If there's anything I have learned during these past years... Pushing yourself to the very limit will always be counterproductive." He patted your shoulder gently and turned to leave the room.

~ You thought you were safe.

~ You almost thought you were safe.

~ "And that means staying home at night, [Y/n]."

~ As soon as the door closed, you slammed your forehead on the ground. Maybe, just maybe, the ground would swallow you whole.

~ You could almost feel that damned core laughing at your misery.

~ And when you went, later that night, to continue your healing workings with Viktor...

~ It was unbearable, how embarrassed you felt as you pressed your hand on his chest, against his steadily beating heart.

~ He didn't say anything, this time. He only leaned back and closed his eyes, slowly breathing as he relaxed into your touch.

~ It felt intimate.

~ It felt more intimate than it should've been. After all, he had a soulmate. There were even rumors that they were already married and here you were, blushing and being bothered by a man you shouldn't even have a crush on -

~ That night, lying in your bed, you scratched your wrist to a bleeding mess, trying to get rid of the itch embedded into your skin.

~ Your head felt clearer when, the next day, you returned to the academy.

~ The itch was still there, but it was overwhelmed by the dull pain that you inflicted upon yourself unintentionally. It hadn't been your intention, of course. It just... it just felt so overwhelming that...

~ You pulled in a deep breath as you sat on the chair, looking at the core.

~ It was quiet today. No negative energy, no unpleasant whispers in your mind.

~ Just a gentle, balanced energy.

~ You closed your tired eyes with a heavy sigh and, crossing your arms on the table, you rested your head on them.

~ The lab was filled with silence. Only the soft hum of the core, brimming with magic, echoed in the large room.

~ You watched it. You watched the mesmerizing pulse of magic call out, the raw power that made your skin tingle from the proximity.

~ It pulled you in with a hypnotizing power and, surely, you lifted your hand.

~ Closer, closer, closer.

~ Your fingers were tingling with blue energy, almost fully touching it, when you felt your wrist pulled back violently - a pained hiss leaving your mouth at the pressure on the wounded skin.

~ "What are you doing?" You heard Jayce scolding you as his grip tightened on your wrist, pulling another pained noise from you. And then the tall man stopped abruptly, relaxing his grip to glance down at the bloodied bandages.

~ You didn't protest when he pulled a chair closer, sitting next to you. Close enough to feel the heat of his body.

~ It made your wrist itch again and you tried to yank it out of his grip. But Jayce was much, much stronger than you. He effortlessly kept your wrist in his grasp, his free hand tugging gently at the bandages.

~ "Why would you do this to yourself, [Y/n]?" He was still scolding you, yet his voice was gentle. He seemed... surprised. Shocked, even, by your actions.

~ Why would you do this the one thing most people treasured the most in their lives?

~ And you didn't answer him. You only slouched against the chair, eyes closed, as he slowly unwrapped the bandage. And then...

~ There was a slight pause as his fingers tightened painfully around your wrist, pulling you from your slight reverie.

~ "Jayce, it hurts-" You looked at him, and paused as you caught him staring at your mark.

~ An intriguing mark, complicated and breathtaking. A design that made you think of machines, of... progress.

~ Not really that surprising. Not in Piltover, at the very least.

~ "Jayce? Jayce, let me go." You tugged your wrist back and that seemed to bring him back to you.

~ When he met your eyes, you saw something different in them. Something that burned deep into your soul.

~ At the time you had assumed it was anger.

~ But later on you realized it was something else entirely.

~ "I'm... okay." He cleared his throat as you pulled your wrist from his slackened grip. You refused to look at him again, embarrassed by this sign of your weakness. Gods, you didn't even want to imagine what he might think of you now.

~ "At least let me clean the wound." His voice was sure and stern, brimming with authority.

~ They were both quite dominant people. Two types of leaders.

~ Jayce was naturally born to be a direct leader. But Viktor... Viktor knew how to make people listen to him. When he was completely serious, even Professor Heimerdinger would stop and listen with all of his focus to what he had to say.

~ You sighed at his request. Nonetheless, you placed your wrist on the desk while he gathered some supplies from Viktor's office.

~ And you could only hiss and wince as he gently cleaned the wound, wrapping new bandages around your wrist with a care that worried and comforted you at the same time.

~ As if you were going to break.

~ Did he think you weren't up for the task anymore?

~ "You should go home and get some rest, [Y/n]. Viktor will be alright if we skip one day." You didn't argue with him, even as you felt your heart drown in worry.

~ After quietly gathering your things, you left the academy and Jayce alone at the desk.

~ And that's how Viktor found him, elbows pressed against the smooth surface. Head held in his palms, unaware to the world around him.

~ You didn't return to the academy the next day. Viktor was almost fully healed - there was no need to continue his treatment immediately.

~ You couldn't return. Now with the thoughts plaguing your mind.

~ Instead, you went to Zaun in search of Ekko.

~In search of an old friend's companionship.

~ When you returned home the following day, very early in the morning, you found the light in your apartment on. And two serious, worried men inside.

~ "What..." You glanced at Jayce and Viktor with surprised eyes. Jayce was leaning against the wall, close to the living room's window - and you couldn't blame him, the view was absolutely breathtaking - while Viktor was seated at your desk, looking over your notes and books on arcane magic, given to you by your grandmother. "How did you two even get in here?" You looked at your oldest dog with annoyed eyes. What a guardian he was, letting strangers help themselves into your home.

~ "I assume you don't remember this." Without raising his eyes from your notes, Viktor showed you the key dangling on one long, slender finger. The key to your apartment.

~ The one you gave to them in case of emergencies.

~ You sure know how to sabotage yourself.

~ "Quite a lovely home you have. And very well written notes - personally, I wouldn't have thought of magic as a sentient, living being. But I will admit defeat when I see myself bested." You watched him get up from the chair - reaching for his cane as he turned to face you.

~ "Now, my darling, I believe we have some things to discuss." His words only made your confusion grow more and more . You glanced at Jayce, but he remained still... eyes fixed on you with an unreadable look on his face.

~ Gods, you were royally fucked.

~ "Your bandages. Take them off." You met Viktor's eyes again. "Now."

~ You wanted to argue. You wanted to tell him that he had absolutely no right to address you in such a way, to force you into...

~ Yet your shaky fingers clumsily unwrapped the bandages, letting them fall to the floor. And your eyes remained fix on the healing skin as Viktor got closer to you, his own cool fingers brushing over the irritated lines of the sign.

~ It left your skin tingling and, as you tried to pull away, you were stopped by his hand wrapping sneaking around your waist.

~ "I did have my suspicions." You heard him mutter against your head, his body pressed close to your own. You wanted - you tried - to pull back, but the man was stronger than he seemed.

~ And you were already weak in your limbs, barely capable of keeping yourself together.

~ "I wonder how long it might have taken us to find out if you would've decided not to do something as foolish as hurting yourself." His voice maintained a scolding undertone. As if you were a stubborn, impolite child.

~ You didn't fight it when his hand moved to the small of your back, a ghostly touch on your weary body. "And this mess, just because you refused to wear your sign proudly."

~ You couldn't protest - you couldn't tell him it wasn't out of shame, but out of apprehension. But then he took his hand away from you. And you couldn't help but unconsciously lean closer to him, yearning for more.

~ His hand loosened his tie just as Jayce sneaked behind, caging you between their bodies. You would've fallen to the floor if not for Jayce's strong arm wrapping around your frame, shocked eyes falling on Viktor's pale collarbone.

~ The same mark you wore. That meant...

~ The same mark Jayce had.

~ Your breathing got heavier. You could hear your heart pounding, your blood rushing in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut, completely overwhelmed by the situation.

~ It felt like you were suffocating, choking on air and you grew light-headed, leaning completely on Jayce.

~ You felt Viktor's cool hands rest on your cheeks, pulling you down with him to the ground. You couldn't feel Jayce's hands on you anymore, but when you were pushed back you hit his chest.

~ It took a while for you to calm down, back pressed against Jayce's well built body. You could hear Viktor speaking to you, the gentle lull of his accented words pulling you back from the sudden panic that had overwhelmed your entire being, his fingers lovingly caressing your face.

~ When your heart returned to its steady beat, you opened your eyes. In that moment, it felt as if you were gazing at Viktor for the first time.

~ His lovely, silky hair. His pale skin. The aristocratic shape of his face. The gold in his eyes.

~ With a shaky exhale, you leaned more heavily against Jayce, seeking his body warmth. To know you could want such a thing felt incredibly strange.

~ To know they'd give you anything you wished for... it left you incredibly confused and conflicted. And it was hard to understand that you'd do the same for them.

~ It was hard to comprehend the connection you shared with two amazing, incredible men.

~ And your heart quivered when Jayce squeezed you against him, hands wrapping fully around your chest. A warm, comforting embrace. You rested your head on his arm and your tired, exhausted eyes fluttered close just as you saw Viktor lean over you to press a kiss to Jayce's lips.

~ It made you feel... something. But you couldn't quite explain it.

~ You didn't have enough words for explaining it.

~ When you wake up the next morning, you're not even surprised to find yourself nestled between the two men, Jayce's face pressing into your back while you were resting your head on Viktor's shoulder.

~ It was an entirely new feeling. But you felt safe... and comfortable.

~ So you went back to sleep.

~ Things were a bit tricky for a few weeks. You remained quite shy and embarrassed, much like a spooked fox in the presence of wolves.

~ You continued to help them with the core. But, those days, you'd also sneak to the Undercity - now that Viktor was almost fully healed, you didn't need to do your healing as often as before. Only two or three times per week was enough.

~ Jayce didn't enjoy your work in Zaun. He was nervous and scared for your safety, while Viktor felt immense pride at your work. Why would he worry? Zaunites wouldn't hurt the one person who'd help anyone in need. It was an unspoken rule. And you had Ekko there, your self-proclaimed bodyguard.

~ While you weren't comfortable with initiating affections, Jayce and Viktor didn't have any complaints in spoiling you rotten. And you didn't mind the soft kisses you'd get from both of them when you'd leave the research lab, kisses that left you trembling and blushing down to your collarbone.

~ Viktor's kisses were slow, languid. Sensual. Calculated. They left you dizzy and trembling with need as you'd twist your fingers into his vest. Slow and long enough to leave you breathless, your mind empty and pupils blown wide with lust. He'd always have that knowing look on his face afterward, a look that made you remember his origins - as much as he was a gentleman, Viktor remained a Zaunite. And he was far from naive or innocent.

~ Jayce's kisses were fast and passionate. He took over your mouth like he owned it, overwhelming you with through his mere presence and ardent touch. Hands resting on your hips as he'd pull you flushed against him, swallowing the soft whimpers to leave your swollen lips. He enjoyed few things as much as your disheveled look when he'd finally pull back, lips flushed and glistening while you looked at him with glassy eyes.

~ And after your share of kisses, you'd leave the laboratory in a hurry, barely able to stand right and with a horrible ache in your core.

~ It wasn't surprising to return home and find them there. It felt strange to share your home with two men each night.

~ You learned new things about them. Viktor was a ridiculously good cook, while Jayce couldn't cook to save his own life. They both loved animals - you saw it in the way they dotted on the stray pets you'd bring back home from Zaun.

~ It was always a pleasure to watch them argue over their research while you dozed on the couch with a book in your hand, cuddled next to your only adult cat - a fluffy, ginger boy you absolutely adored. You'd also see them share kisses during those times, watching through short bursts of consciousness before you'd fall asleep again. And the memories of those kisses you'd occasionally see would always make their way into your mind when you finally had some time to touch yourself, some time to spend alone. You were left confused and ashamed by how much it turned you on.

~ You'd crawl into bed with them every night, too tired to be embarrassed about being squished between two incredibly attractive men. But it would bother you in other ways. You'd try to keep still and relaxed as your skin tingled from the proximity. And each time you thought you got it under control, Jayce would wrap around your body from behind or Viktor would groan softly into your ear as he stretched and...

~ And you'd be left cursing yourself for wanting them to fuck you so badly.

~ Bless your heart, they enjoyed pushing your buttons. They were much more experienced than you - and it was so easy to read your desire.

~ Jayce couldn't understand why you chose to hold back so much when you were soulmates. But Viktor could fully understand your apprehension and hesitation to take such a great step.

~ It doesn't mean he wouldn't tease you as much as Jayce did.

~ They asked you to move in with them.

~ And they lived together. Of course they did.

~ And while you were initially tempted to refuse, you...

~ Agreed.

~ You actually agreed to share a home with them.

~ They made sure you had your own room. A place where you could spend some time alone when things got too overwhelming. It was a nice thought that you appreciated. Just like Viktor had his study. Just like Jayce had his blacksmith - you had checked him down there once and dear Gods, the sight of him shirtless left you seeing stars - .

~ Sometimes, while you were in your room, Viktor would come and bring you some sweet milk and cookies. Jayce, on the other hand, always brought you coffee - just as you liked it. It was so endearing to see their dynamic, to see how different yet similar they were.

~ And you grew up more comfortable with them, softly blooming in their shared love and affections. You grew confident enough to kiss them whenever you wished to do so - and the look in their surprised, heated eyes was always worth it.

~ But sleeping with them also made you more and more uncomfortable as you opened up in your love for them. It became incredibly hard to actually only sleep with them. Your own touches didn't bring you any satisfaction, not anymore. Not when you were utterly and helplessly sexually frustrated.

~ One night, Viktor came to bed earlier than he usually did - to find you already in the bed. You were trying to fall asleep, hoping you'd have an easier time doing so in an empty bed. But your plan went horribly wrong when Viktor slipped in the bed, pulling you into a warm embrace.

~ You could only squirm as you listened to the shower - Jayce loved taking ridiculously long showers. And the thought only frustrated you more as you buried your face into Viktor's chest, breathing in the comforting scent of his body and the faint traces of his cologne.

~ He was so warm. His touch was so comforting. These days, you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with them.

~ It felt natural to share a life, a home with them.

~ You knew they'd ask you, sooner or later. Jayce was a very straightforward man. You've heard them talk about it from time to time, when they thought you were sleeping deeply. Soft whispers passed over your head as you cuddled against one of them, warm and more comfortable than you had even been before. And you knew you wouldn't mind marrying them.

~ You melted into his touch. One hand brushing through your soft, long locks of hair. His other rubbing your back comfortingly.

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~ If he could feel the subtle quiver in your legs, he chose to not say anything.

~ Yet, he didn't seem surprised when you pushed against him fully with a shaky exhale, raising your head to meet his gaze. And his tired eyes were welcoming as you pressed yourself up to kiss him.

~ You deepened the kiss with a whimper when you heard his soft groan, and you didn't hesitate to press him flat on the bed. Crawling over his body, you straddled him. You arched into his touch like a cat in heat, your body burning with desire - a pent-up desire that has brought tears of frustration for many nights before.

~ When you grinded your hips against him, you almost lost your breath - and you definitely lost your mind when his hands found your hips, pulling you back down and guiding them into a swaying movement as you pressed your flushed face against his neck. Breathy gasps left your raw-bitten lips each time his hard length brushed against your clothed clit, sending sparks of uncontrolled pleasure through your body. His palm cradled the back of your neck as you gasped your pleasure into his skin, his other hand sneaking under your shirt to ghost over your naked skin.

~ "Having fun without me? I'm quite disappointed, Viktor." Jayce's voice pulled you from the hazy feeling in your mind and, instinctively, you tried to pull away - only to be stopped by Viktor's hand, who pushed your face back into his neck with a gentle shushing noise.

~ You could only squirm against Viktor's cock when Jayce pulled down the blanket. His warm hands pushed up your shirt and teasing lips left soft, sweet kisses over the expanse of your naked skin, droplets of water spilling from his wet hair. And then you felt him lean over and...

~ Your face grew even more flushed when he realized he was kissing Viktor.

~ But he wasn't done with you. Jayce's hands covered Viktor's own your hips and forced you to take a sharper, harder turn in your thrusts - an action that made Viktor break away from the kiss with a hissed curse. And then you felt Jayce's smile against your shoulder, followed by whispered words: "He likes it rough, sweetheart."

~ You outright moaned when his hand sneaked inside your shorts, ghosting over your soaked panties while Viktor guided one of your hands to his clothed, straining erection. And you rubbed it cautiously, a bit concerned at how big it felt against your hand, fingers twitching whenever Jayce's touch brushed against your clothed clit.

~ It was an onslaught of pleasure that left you breathless and dizzy, gently grinding down on the fingers teasing you.

~ It drove you fully, completely insane. It felt so good - and you berated yourself for waiting so long, for not doing this sooner. You were ready to combust into flames because of the tension inside you, the gnawing feeling deep inside your bones.

~ When Viktor pulled you further up his body, you were barely clear-headed enough to press your palms to the wall for balance. You felt hands push your shirt up and, when you opened your mouth to speak, a loud whimper escaped instead of words as lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tugging teasingly on the sensitive buds. Cold fingers pinched the other. You were almost seeing stars, looking at the wall in front of you and unable to comprehend how exactly did you end up like this.

~ And then Jayce's fingers slipped into your panties, touching your soaked skin - and your mind went completely blank. You heard him curse behind you, whispering how wet, how hungry for their cocks you were. You nodded your head desperately, pushing back against his fingers with building desperation - and when one of his fingers finally slipped inside, you sighed in relief as you slowly relaxed around the intrusion.

~ It felt a bit uncomfortable, yet satisfying. And you pressed down further, walls fluttering around the single digit when Viktor bit gently on your nipple, sending sparks of plain and pleasure down to your clit.

~ The first finger was followed by a second. By the time his third finger was inside, you were grinding down on his hand with increasing urgency, fingers digging into the wall.

~ You made a noise of confusion when Jayce drew out his fingers, pulling you off Viktor. Until you heard his words.

~ "I'll fuck you first. I'm gonna prepare you for him." Ah, yes. So he was as big as you had expected. The realization left you trembling with anticipation, well aware that it would be a long night.

~ While Jayce pressed you down on your back, you watched Viktor get comfortable against the pillows. He had a cigarette in one, ready to light it. Your brows furrowed. You had never seen him smoke. As you prepared to scold him for smoking in the first place, you were distracted as Jayce pulled off your shorts and panties, pressing his heated length against your soaking lips with a heavy thrust.

~ "Eyes on me, sugar." You turned your wide eyes to Jayce. Beautiful Jayce, with his damp hair and handsome face. You've heard so many girls and women talk about him. And here you were, in bed with him. As his soulmate.

~ It still felt surreal.

~ You relaxed further when he pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips - different from his usual ones - and you didn't protest when he nudged your thighs open with his own. But you did tense a bit when you felt the flushed head of his cock pressing teasingly against your opening. Your nails dig into his shoulders in nervous anticipation. You knew it would hurt, at least a bit. You couldn't help but feel nervous.

~ Jayce deepened the kiss when he started pressing inside you, a slow determination that forced you to arch your back through soft whimpers. It was painful, a stretch that brought tears to the corner of your eyes. He was bigger than you had anticipated. You shuddered only thinking of how Viktor would feel.

~ The slow roll of his hips left you breathless, gasping for breath when he pulled away to watch you as he pushed himself fully inside of your heated, soaking core. You threw your head back against the covers, overwhelmed, and felt him twitch, pressing just a bit harder inside.

~ A slow, patient rhythm - slightly pulling out, then pushing deeply inside. It left you clawing at his back, breath held in anticipation for every thrust that would follow. He maintained it with an annoying accuracy, to which you responded by biting his shoulder sharply. The satisfaction you felt from hearing his pained hiss was short-lived as he pushed you down into the covers, thrusting hard into you. Your legs shook at the force behind it - and you moaned sharply, hiding your face into the blanket.

~ "That was a very mean things to do, my dear." You heard Viktor's voice to your right, calm and nonchalant. Your walls fluttered violently around Jayce as you took in his thick, accented voice.

~ "Looks like she has a thing for your voice." Jayce didn't even sound surprised when he huffed those words.

~ You could almost feel the satisfaction rolling off Viktor.

~ And that's when Jayce truly went to business. Hard, deep thrusts that had no mercy behind them, that left you gasping for breath between broken whimpers and moans. Every thrust filled you with burning pleasure - yet it wasn't enough for you to reach an orgasm. And when he came, a few minutes later, you were left shaking and wanting more.

~ You weren't even surprised when Jayce flipped you to your belly and pushed you to Viktor - Viktor, who was watching you with heavy and dark eyes. Cigarette long forgotten.

~ "He's waiting, princess." And indeed he was, legs open with an erection bulging against his pants.

~ You looked to Jayce again with a questioning look in your eyes and he only grinned cheekily as he whispered in your ear. "Ride him."

~ Your heart fluttered as you turned to look at Viktor again, biting your lip in quiet contemplation. And then you crawled slowly over him as Jayce tugged Viktor's pants off, impatient to see you take the other man.

~ You didn't dare look at his cock, opting instead to softly kiss him. Your hand cupped his sharp cheek and you felt him relax against you with a sigh - a sigh that turned into a drawn out moan when you sat on his lap, your soaked folds dragging over his throbbing, thick cock.

~ He was longer and thicker than Jayce, enough to make you quite concerned about how he'd fit.

~ You could barely take Jayce. How in the name of Gods were you going to take him?

~ Your question was answered for you when Jayce's hands gently pulled your hips back - and moments later you were slowly pushed down on Viktor's cock. You whimpered at the renewed stretch, body trembling as your walls squeezed in protest at the overwhelming feeling.

~ "You're doing good, sweetheart." Jayce's voice rasped against your ear, sending shivers down your glistening body. "Fuck, you have no idea how hot you are right now." You heard the low tremble in his voice and it was enough for you to push yourself down, taking another portion of Viktor's cock inside you.

~ A long whine left you. You already felt so full. Full to bursting. But Jayce encouraged you to push down further and, to your surprise, you could take more. His words were muffled in your ear, words of encouragement, one hand reaching to pinch your left nipple between his thick fingers.

~ And then you were completely seated on Viktor's lap. With a heavy sigh, you relaxed your muscles around the uncomfortable stretch, curiously rocking your hips for a better position.

~ What you didn't expect was the sharp gasp from Viktor, one arm thrown over his eyes as he unconsciously thrust up into you. As you whimpered at the sudden pressure caused by his movement, you leaned over him - and then you slowly rose to your shaking knees, before falling back in a sharp sway of your hips.

~ You couldn't take your eyes away from him. While Jayce seemed much more confident in taking his pleasure, Viktor was clearly holding back. One hand gripping your thigh tightly, the other one pulling on his own hair with gritted teeth and shut eyes.

~ The most controlled man you had ever met, completely out of control.

~ And Jayce, Piltover's sweetheart, breathing heavily over your shoulder, enjoying the view as much as you did. His hands still guiding the gentle rocking of your hips, forcing you to go faster and harder - forcing you to take Viktor to the hilt, a sharp pleasurable pressure on your most sensitive spots.

~ You never thought you'd ever feel this full.

~ You never thought you would enjoy being so full.

~ As you leaned over Viktor, hands resting on his chest, you started putting more force into your hips - desperate to reach a point of relief, to finally have the tension snap. You were so wet you could hear it, the loud sound turning your ears red with embarrassment.

~ It only made you more wet, your sensitive and raw feeling skin fluttering around the thick, hot cock inside of you, tightening it like a vice.

~ And you could feel Viktor twitching madly inside of you, drawn closer and closer to his orgasm by your very presence on top of him, by the incredibly tight feeling around his cock. You were so very wet around him, driving him insane -

~ You were caught by surprise when he finally opened his eyes, golden orbs swimming in lust and pleasure as he glanced between you and Jayce, who was looking just over your shoulder, a constant, reassuring heat behind you.

~ When Viktor pulled you down to his chest, you went willingly. Too tired to keep yourself up. You rested for a few moments, his cock still deep inside of you. His hands caressing your heated skin for a few long moments, before securing their hold around your waist.

~ You downright wailed when he thrust inside you forcefully, pushing the air out of your lungs as you gasped and whimpered into his ear.

~ It was almost too much, too overwhelming. But Jayce's hands were a reassuring weight on your back, and Viktor's familiar scent in your lungs. You couldn't help but relax into the hard, rhythmic thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge - the knot in your lower stomach growing harder and harder to ignore.

~ When Jayce sneaked a hand between your lungs to flick at your sensitive, swollen clit you were gone. Thighs shaking violently while loud whimpers left your lips uncontrollably, you spasmed around Viktor's cock almost painfully. It took you almost two minutes to ride out your orgasm - and it took you another three to realize Viktor had also finished, his cock softening inside of you.

NSFW

~ The next morning, you woke up splattered across Viktor's chest, with Jayce spooning the younger man. A soft smile appeared on your face as you glanced at the two man you've grown to love so much - your soulmates.

~ And as you snuggled closer to Viktor, you realized you wouldn't have it any other way.

So, I know I didn't really get into detail when it comes to married stuff - but I hope it will still have enough fluff and... yeah.

Somehow it also turned into a NSFW piece. I mean, it's Jayce and Viktor. It was bound to happen.

#league of legends #arcane #arcane viktor #arcane jayce #league of legends viktor #league of legends jayce #viktor x jayce #league of legends x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #arcane x reader

[xoxo-teddybear]

You Did This To Us - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, gore, implied sexual activity, infidelity, alcohol abuse, marijuana use, I’m just here to rip y’all hearts out, MDNI

Summary: It was a horrible battle against raging villains and he watched you, his loving wife of 6 years, get pierced right in front of him. It was traumatizing. Your days in the hospital sent him into depression, causing him to make the worst decisions of his life. Decisions he’s regretted the second he’s made them and decisions he’ll forever regret because of what it cost him.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

He warned you not to come. No that’s not the right word. He begged you to sit your ass down at home where you would be safe. But of course, you were never that kind of hero. You could never sit on the sidelines and watch others fight a battle you knew you could at least try to help in. So with a heavy heart, he reluctantly allowed you to come. His first regret.

Because as the battle died down and victory was in sight, his world was thrown into chaos once more. The villains were down. The wind was settling. The dust was clearing. Katsuki could see you struggling to stand due to exhaustion but saw your smile nonetheless. He gave a breath of relief as he still saw you and jogged over to you. As he did, you noticed him coming your way and your smile only grew. Until it suddenly dropped, along with his own. Out of nowhere, a sharp, metal staff flew threw the air and pierced you right in the stomach. The sight was nauseating as Katsuki covered his mouth, truly shocked. He watched you in horror as you trembled before falling to the ground.

Katsuki looked behind him to find the attacker and saw some stupid, weak ass, good for nothing villain use the last of his power just to cause you harm. Then the world began to shake. No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki was violently trembling as he looked towards the bastard on the ground. Despite him being knocked out cold, that didn’t stop Dynamight from rushing over to him, grabbing him by the neck and blasting him. No one was around. No one would see. His job was safe. He could do this and have no repercussions whatsoever, so why not?

After the petty villain’s death, Katsuk used every ounce of strength in him to run to your body that had blood trickling down the side of your lips. “Y/N!”

You turned your head the best you could to find your husband sobbing his eyes out as he picked you up into his lap. He cradled your head and gently tapped your face, trying to keep you conscious. “Hey! Hey, you’re gonna be okay, alright?! You’re gonna be okay baby I promise.”

“Suki..I’m tired.” You whispered out in a weak voice. Hearing your words stabbed him through the chest.

“I-..I know baby. I know you’re tired. But- but you can’t go to sleep okay? Don’t go to sleep. You have to stay awake- stay alive! Okay?” He pleaded with you. He called out for a medic once he saw the flashing red and blue lights near the scene and held onto your body. He looked to you and saw your eyes becoming null and dense before firing back up again. You were falling in and out of consciousness. You were a fighter and you were trying to stay alive. It made him choke out a sad laugh. “You’re gonna make it, Teddy Bear, I swear.”

“….if I don’t make it-“

“You will, you idiot, don’t say shit like that!”

“But if I don’t…just- Ah-….just know I love you, Suki.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead before hugging you close. “I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone, and more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He noticed a small smile reach your lips before the medics came. Katsuki was quick to stand with you in his arms, careful and aware of the metal still pierced within you. He handed you off to the professionals who handled you with extra care. They brought you into the ambulance with Katsuki trying to follow in before being stopped.

“The fuck-“

“Dynamight, we can’t allow you to go in.” One said.

“And why the fuck not?! That’s my wife in there!” Katsuki shouted as he pointed to you.

“I understand, but her condition is severe. We can’t have anyone taking up space as we take care of her on her way to the hospital.” He explained.

“Taking up space?! Do you even know who you’re-“

“Sir, please. Let me do my job, let me save your wife’s life.” With that, Katsuki finally nodded in silence as he allowed the medic’s words to echo in his head. “Can you meet us at the hospital?”

Once again, a silent nod. With that, the medic was off and back to your seemingly lifeless body. Katsuki watched as he lead the team and perfectly directed them. He was sure that until you got to the hospital, you were in good hands. That was one guy he could surprisingly trust. He didn’t know him very well or at all for that matter, but he has Dynamight’s trust. Now Katsuki just had to head home and clean himself up before finding you again. Screw getting checked up. He knew his body. He knew he was damn well fucking fine.

—

As Katsuki opened the door to his house in a rush, he was quick to take a shower just to wash off the dirt and blood. He quickly hopped out and changed into some clothes before looking for his car keys. He found them at his nightstand along with the framed pictures of you and him. One on your wedding night and one celebrating your 3rd anniversary as a married couple. As Katsuki quickly looked through he pictures he smiled with a tear falling down his cheek. He looked around the room and took in all the pictures of you both that decorated your walls and tables.

You both were together since junior high. You were together for 10 years and despite being at the young ages of 23 and 22, he still decided to pop the big questions and propose. You said yes. It was one of the happiest days of his life, next to getting you to be his girlfriend, and meeting you in general. Forget the hero work, he’d trade it all if it meant he got to stay with you. You were always involved when it came to his happiest points in life. And now you were fighting for your life at the hospital. So with that, Bakugou wiped his tears and ran to his car, urgently trying to meet you at the building.

As he pulled up and parked, he pushed passed all the paparazzi and fans that surrounded the entrance due to news of you being there. You can assume how bad it got when everyone took notice of another pro-hero, and that pro being Dynamight no less, showing up. Despite all that, Bakugou forced his way in and made it to the front desk, demanding to know where you were. The poor lady at the desk had to deal with this explosive bomb, only to anger him even more by asking for his ID.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look at me! I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki?! The number one pro fucking hero?!” He screamed at the poor girl.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir! It’s just protocol. H/N is a pro-hero, this is just what has to be done.” She shakily let out. Bakugou grunted before slamming his ID and Hero license onto the table. The lady nodded before handing him a piece of paper that had directions to your room.

Bakugou snatched it and gave her a scowl before running to look for you. Finally making it to one of the highest floors and down the longest hallways, he finally reached your door with 2 doctors already standing out in front of it. Bakugou tried to get through but they stopped him from entering.

“What?! What fucking now?!” He shouted as he stepped back to keep their hands off of him.

“Sir, they’re taking care of your wife just fine, but you have to wait here.” One of the docs demanded. With that, an argument bursted out between the pro and the doctors. The booming voices shook the building until a familiar voice was heard from behind the blonde.

“Dynamight, your wife’s in good care. I made sure my own wife was to be her head doctor.” Bakugou turned around to find the medic that stopped him from going into your ambulance there.

“It’s you.” He spoke aloud. The medic smiled before bowing.

“Daisuke Ena,” the medic said before standing back up straight. “Please trust me when I say your wife will be fine.”

“…and why should I?” Bakugou said after thinking for a minute.

“My wife is the one taking care of her. She is one of the best, if not the best, doctor in the prefecture. That’s not a biased opinion by the way, you can look her up. Daisuke Ami. I ensured it was her who was to see to your wife.” Daisuke said with a calm smile. After looking towards your hospital room, Katsuki turned back to the medic and nodded silently like he did before. But this time, he added a small ‘thank you.’

—

6 hours. Katsuki sat in one of the seats in front of your hospital room for 6 fucking hours only for them to tell him they cannot allow you visitors. You were in an unstable condition and so they sent Katsuki home. The news was heart wrenching. You always ran through Katsuki’s mind 24/7. He couldn’t stop it. But now, these thoughts were no longer happy and innocent, consisting of ‘damn, I miss her,’ and ‘I wonder what my girl’s doing right now.’ Instead they consisted of ‘Is she gonna be okay,’ and ‘she’s gonna come home, right?’ but most of all ‘I can’t lose her.’

Luckily for Katsuki, he became familiar with medical staff, Daisuke Ena, and was lucky enough to get his number. Daisuke gave him updates on Y/N. Usually, they weren’t so great but the hero appreciated the messages. The text didn’t help in uplifting Katsuki’s spirits though. If anything, they made them worse. In the beginning, Katsuki had hope that you would turn out okay.

But then a week passed.

And then another.

And then two more and before he knew it, you had already been in there for a month. This was the longest month of Katsuki’s life. It sucks to say but in the 13 years that you both have been together, he’s hasn’t done much alone outside of hero work. And even then, he would be lucky enough to work with you. It was always you and him together. Dates? Duh. Grocery shopping? Always you and him. Going for a walk? Why not? He loves spending as much time as he could with you. He loves you. But he hadn’t realize how dependent he became on your presence. In a way, you being gone drove him mad. He knew where you were. You were in the hospital. He could drive her there and see you right now!

No he can’t.

Because he would go and you would be stuck in bed, unconscious and hooked to machines, in a room, behind a door that Katsuki can’t get by. Seeing you isn’t the same as holding you. Speaking to you isn’t the same as conversing with you. There’s no reciprocation from your end. Being around your near lifeless body could only do so much. And so after two more weeks without you went by, Katsuki fell into a depression.

And that sucks because a few days after Katsuki’s depression began, it was okay for him to see you. But you hadn’t woken up yet. He didn’t think he would be able to be near you and your practically dead body. The fact that you were alive didn’t stick to him. He can’t see your beautiful E/C eyes, he can’t hear your honey-like voice..there’s no way you’re alive. The back of his mind still had hope. He knew you were stable. He knew you were gonna be okay..hopefully..but, you weren’t waking up. You were basically dead. Dead, dead, dead. And the more he thought about it, the more realistic the idea came to be.

So he didn’t visit you anymore..something else he’ll come to regret, and because he didn’t visit, he grew mad. Throwing away his life and succumbing to the tempting taste of alcohol. Any he could get. From the cheapest beers in cans to the finest liquors sold from top shelf. In the beginning, it was..controlled, but then he showed up to hero work completely wasted. Kirishima saved his job and forced Katsuki to take a break until he becomes stable again. This only gave Katsuki free time to do whatever the hell he wanted. And what did he want to do? He wanted to become lost.

Lost in alcohol, lost in weed, lost in everything. Lost because he doesn’t have you. Everyday he would spend it drinking and smoking, constantly being cross faded and surprising all his friends when he remained alive after all the substance abuse. Wake up, drink, get ready, drink, sit in the living room, smoke, cry over you, smoke and drink, eat and drink, go to sleep after a smoke sesh, cry over you once more. Eventually, Katsuki had cried so much, the only thing keeping him together was the fact that he had all these pictures of the two of you. Pictures of your smiles, you giving him a kiss, your dates, your accomplishments..he has all these pictures..but none of them would ever be as good as the real you.

Seeing his friend going down this road, Kirishima couldn’t help but try to do everything he could to fix his friend. No matter how many times Katsuki pushed him away, the red head kept going back. And none of his attempts to help his friend worked. Until…

—

“What now, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou groaned as he opened his door and squinted at the bright day light. He doesn’t remember that last time he’s seen the sun.

“I know you’ve been in a slump-“

“Slump? That’s what you call this? I lost the love of my life, Kirishima. This isn’t a fucking slump.” Bakugou said a little louder this time.

“She’s not gone, Bakugou.” Kirishima said trying to reassure his friend.

“But she’s not here either,” the blonde said as he chewed on his lip. “…look, whatever it is you want from me, I can’t give you. Not until Y/N is back at home, here, with me, safe and alive.”

“I know you feel that way man, but you can’t keep living like this. It’s not good for you. You at least need to get out of your house.” Kirishima said with his hand on the door as Bakugou tried to shut it. The blonde narrowed his eyes at his best friend before Kirishima spoke up again. “We can go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do, you just gotta get out of this house. Please.”

As Katsuki thought about it, he took a deep sigh before speaking. “Tonight at Hiro’s?”

“Dude, you wanna go to a bar-“

“It’s a club. Better than a bar, better drinks.” Bakugou corrected.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hit the gym or maybe go to an actual restaurant or something?” Kirishima said, trying to steer his friend clear of alcohol.

“If you want me out of my house, then we go where I wanna go. No exceptions.” Bakugou said with a stern voice. Kirishima thought about it and sighed before giving in.

“Fine. But first, you gotta clean yourself up.” The red head said. The blonde nodded before going to shut his door, only to be interrupted by his friend once again. “With a little help from your best buds.”

As Kiri pushed the door open even more, Kaminari and Sero showed their faces that held kind smiles that only made Katsuki seethe. “No fucking way. This isn’t some girl’s trip and we aren’t doing makeovers.”

“Nobody said anything about a makeover, we’re just gonna help clean ya’ up Kacchan!” Denki smiled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t need help cleaning up.” Bakugou said with a growl.

“Tell that to your stubble, messy hair, eye bags, and stench.” Sero began. “Seriously man, you smell like liquor and weed. You’re lucky you got that caramel thing going on to save you…barely.”

Before he knew it, his friends had pushed him into his house and quickly directed him to the bathroom. They did a full treatment. Forced him into the shower and made him soak in a tub of scented soaps and bath additions as they cleaned his house. Once they were done they had picked out a clean outfit for him before working on his face. They shaved his stubble, cleaned up his cut, put some eye cream on his bags, gave him some breath spray and changed out a few of his piercings. The full treatment. And when they showed Bakugou the new old him, he couldn’t deny he felt a little better. At least, before they stepped into his room again and he saw a few pictures of you. That’s when the slump in his shoulder returned.

Seeing this, his friends were quick to take him out of the house and head to Hiro’s. Walking in, they sat at the bar, ordered some food and a few drinks, and did whatever they could to keep Bakugou’s mind off of you. And for most of the night, it worked! Bakugou was laughing again, smiling, being his old self. But that’s when Denki decided to risk it.

“We doing shots or what?” The electric blonde asked. Kirishima gave him a look as he spoke.

“Uh, let’s go light on the liquor tonight. We don’t need shots to have a good time, right?” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked at him and chuckled.

“It’s nice of you to look out for me, Shitty hair, but I got this. Trust me.” Bakugou said with a small smile.

“I don’t know, man.” Kirishima said with a pout.

“Don’t be a pussy, Kirishima.” Kaminari smirked. That’s when all of Kiri’s friends, even Bakugou, began to egg him on. Of course, he gave in. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Bakugou gets drunk? He’s already been drunk before, nothing too crazy could happen, right?

Wrong. Shots were being downed and the 4 friends were losing themselves. The music was blasting, the lights were blinding, and the friends were…everywhere! Kirishima was probably puking his guts out in the bathroom, Sero and Kaminari were drunk on the dance floor, leaving Bakugou drunk at the bar by himself. Bad idea. The poor blonde was looking at his phone going through pictures of you and him together. He already missed you like crazy when he was sober, now that he’s drunk, that missing has hit full throttle. And then he caught the eye of a snake.

She walked up to the pro-hero with full confidence as she took a seat next to him. “Dynamight.”

Bakugou looked up from his phone with a scowl and blush from the alcohol. “Do I fucking know you?”

“No but-“

“Then get lost.” He said and downed another sip of his whiskey. The woman smirked at his crude behavior.

“Feisty. I like that about you, you know. Always playing hard to get.” She said with a seductive tone.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I’m playing impossible to get because I’m married,” he said and showed his wedding ring. “Happily.”

“You don’t seem too happy right now mister hero. My name’s Leiko..and if you want..I could help take away your troubles.” She offered with a smile as she leaned forward, making sure to expose a little more cleavage than necessary.

“My wife is better than just some quick fuck, so no thanks.” Bakugou said, still not taking his eyes off her, trying to scare her away with a glare that unfortunately she only smirked at.

“Who said I was trying to fuck? Why don’t you talk to me? Vent. Rant. It won’t get your mind off of your wife but it will help clear your head.” She said.

“And why the hell do you think I’m having issues with my wife?!” He asked with a tense voice.

“I walked over here and you were staring down at pictures of her on your phone. Miss H/N is beautiful. You’re a very lucky man.” Leiko said, playing the role of a snake perfectly.

“…I am..” Bakugou agreed before swallowing a gulp. “I’m Uh…I’m not having issues with her or anything. And we’re not fighting either. She’s just..been in the hospital recovering from a battle..I just miss her…”

He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or if Leiko was just that good at pretending to be nice or both, but for whatever reason she made it easy to clear his mind. She listened well, never putting any input in. She let him speak freely and only spoke up when he looked at her in expectance to. In the moment..she was being a good friend. She allowed him to vent all he wanted about you, about how much he missed you and loves you. And by the end of the night, Katsuki could feel his chest feel a little lighter.

They didn’t sleep together but Leiko left an impression on his drunk self for sure. Maybe even him as a person. He’d remember her as ‘that one nice lady from the club.’ But that was until a few days later when she reached out to him on social media. Leiko was a perfect snake. Knowing exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it. They spoke for some time online, casual conversations. Most times, it was Leiko asking about you and if you were okay. This went on for some time until their conversations changed. Leiko casually threw in a little flirt every now and then, Katsuki saw and held no reply for it, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Leiko seemed like a good friend. A good way to air out his emotions and issues. So despite her pushy and flirtatious nature, he kept her around. Solely as a friend.

Soon enough, Leiko offered to meet in person once more. At the same club they first met in. ‘Why not?’ Katsuki thought. He had nothing else to do. And so he went. Then he went again. And again. And again. The two became ‘friends’ and Katsuki even brought her back into your shared home where they shared even more drinks. Eventually, the use of marijuana came into play and now the two were cross faded. At least one of them was. Leiko was smart and sneaky. She took less drinks, didn’t inhale the smoke, and basically remained sober. She was in complete control, unlike the blonde hero who sat on the couch beside her. He was now upset and hurt as he thought about you.

“I-..I just miss her so damn much..it fucking hurts at this point.” He said with a whimper in his voice. Being so vulnerable, Leiko took her chance and slid in.

“Well..there’s always one way to take your mind off of harsh things like this.” She softly said with a hand in his lap. She leaned in and Bakugou made no move to stop her and allowed her to continue. She pressed his lips against his and despite it not being reciprocated the first time, she still pushed with it. Katsuki didn’t enjoy it all that much or at all. It was different, it was new, it wasn’t you. It didn’t feel like home. Her lips weren’t soft, they weren’t as plump, they didn’t have the same sweet and addicting taste you did but in a way..Katsuki felt it was what he needed. Her kiss wasn’t like yours. In fact, it was the complete opposite and he hated it. But it didn’t resemble you. When Leiko kissed him, it didn’t remind him of you, and that’s what he thought he needed. So despite not liking the kiss, when she pulled away, he pulled her back. Eventually the kiss grew more intense until it was brought to the bedroom where their night continued in a more sinful manner.

That morning, Katsuki made Leiko leave, angered at what she tricked him into and ashamed of his betrayal. How could he do that to you?! His love of over a decade! When Leiko was gone, Katsuki allowed himself to break down his walls and cry. He cried so hard that morning, more than he’s ever cried before. That morning made him realize his third regret.

Leiko and Katsuki never spoke again..until some days later when Katsuki allowed himself to become extremely drunk once more. He fell into his obsessive thoughts of you and felt the pain come again. Wanting to erase the hurt, he reached out to Leiko and asked her to come over and distract him again. He needed to feel something that wasn’t you. And so Leiko happily went over that night. And a few more nights because Katsuki felt the pain again for a few more nights. As Leiko kept going, she noticed the house loss more and more touches of you. Katsuki flipped his pictures of you in his bedroom so that they wouldn’t see his nights of betrayal and he moved his clothes out of your shared closet so he wouldn’t be reminded and hit with your addicting scent that lingered on your clothes. Leiko smiled, feeling like a victor as Katsuki slept beside her in your bed on your side. The two would have quite a surprise in the morning.

—

Katsuki was awake and was still feeling the shame. He didn’t like sleeping around with Leiko but he liked the way it distracted him from his painful thoughts of you. Every morning after a night spent with her was the same. The two would wake up, she would put on one of his shirts despite his protests and get ready in his bathroom as he sat in the living room downstairs. But this morning had a little surprise twist.

As Katsuki sat in the living room with his head down, the doorbell rung. Growling in annoyance at one of his friends’ presence, he reluctantly went to open the door with a sour mood. “WHAT?!”

“Umm, excuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to your wife like that?” You asked with attitude. As Katsuki adjusted his eyes to the light and his ears caught the sound of his favorite song, his eyes widened and his smile rose.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked in complete shock. He saw you alive, healthy, smiling, looking naturally beautiful right in front of him.

“Missed me, Suki?” You asked with a giggle. Bakugou pushed the door open to pull you in for the tightest hug as he lifted you off the ground.

“YOU’RE BACK!” He cried out. He held you tight and shut the door with his foot as he dropped onto the couch with you on top of him. He held you close to him as he cried into your neck. “You’re really back! Fuck- I missed you so much Y/N! I fucking love you- I’ve been a mess without you..shit!”

His tears were everlasting as they fell from his ruby eyes that you missed so much. You smiled as you wiped them away with your thumbs and the soft touch he’s craved and missed so much. You pecked his nose to calm him down as you allowed your hands to get lost in his blonde hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here, Suki. I’m back.”

Katsuki still held tears in his eyes and was shaking in happiness as you remained oh so close, giving him the warmth he needed after so many months. “Tell me you love me, Y/N.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki.” You happily said. Your husband teared up once more, so happy he was able to hear those words from you again, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that brought him back to life. He took in your scent and the way you tasted illegally sweet. He let his hands roam your body in a loving way until they found way into your soft H/C locks, trying to bring your head closer to his despite your lips already being in contact. You pulled away with him chasing after your lips, needing to push him back a little to allow yourself to breath. “Relax Suki.”

He scoffed at that. “Relax? I just got you back, you’re not calling the shots today princess, that’s all me.”

You both have a little laugh as you tucked in to cuddle for a small time. He missed this. This is what he needed. This is what he’s been dying for. To have you back in his arms, alive, healthy, and present. He needed this for so long and now that he has it, he feels whole again. After spending some cuddle minutes on the couch, you rose up in need for a glass of water. As you tried to walk away, Katsuki tugged on your arm to try and bring you back to him, only to have you calm him down. “I’m just getting some water, Suki.”

He reluctantly let you go, allowing himself to smile like an idiot, glad to be around you again. As you searched for a glass in the cabin, that’s when Bakugou detected the sound of someone turning the shower off. And that’s when his eyes popped. His betrayal to you. The multiple times he betrayed your love and literal proof of it standing in his shared home with you. That’s when he began to silently panic. You were gonna find out. You were gonna find out he had been acting like a sleeze behind your back and you were gonna be pissed. Heartbroken. Downright furious and you had every right to be, but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it. He knew once you found out, you would leave again. But you can’t leave! He just got you back! You’re not allowed to leave when you finally came back to him. He’s finally happy again because you’re back! You can’t leave now!

“Hey, Baby, don’t you wanna see your friends?” Katsuki asked as he walked over to you. You had finished your glass and placed it down on the island when your husband came over asking an absurd question.

“Suki, they were all there when I left the hospital. They were the ones who bought me these new clothes. Aren’t they cute?” You asked with the smile he loved oh so much.

“Uh- yeah, yeah they look amazing on you Teddy Bear. Umm..if they were all with you, why didn’t they tell me you were coming back home?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his went right to home on your waist.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You giggled. “How’d I do?”

“Really fucking good, you little dumbass. But why don’t we get some fresh air? Yeah?” He said as he tried pulling you to the door.

“What why? I was just out there.” You said as you stopped in your tracks. “Besides, I heard you didn’t visit me much in the hospital ya’ big meanie. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.”

“I was gone because I couldn’t stand to see you like that, baby.” He said with a whimper.

“Yeah I figured. Which is why I’m not too mad, but you still gotta make it up to me with cuddles, so let’s go!” You said and tried pulling him in the direction of your bedroom but he planted his feet into the ground.

“We can still spend time together outside the house, Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said enthusiastically, trying to keep you away from the room that for sure reeked of sex and held scattered clothes of his own and another woman’s.

“But I want to spend time at home with you,” you pouted. Bakugou felt his heart melt at the cute face you pulled and brought you closer to him.

“I know, I wanna spend time with you too but I’ve been in the house for so long, I think I need to get out of here.” The blonde said while being aware and on the lookout for Leiko.

“Well I’ve been out of the house for so long and I know I need to be in it. Besides, as your previously injured wife, what I say goes.” You said with sass and a smile. Katsuki laughed, loving your little attitude but still worried of what you may find out.

“Baby please, can we just go?” He begged as he held your soft hands in his.

“Why are you so adamant on leaving, Suki?” You asked

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to find out about me.”

Your body jumped at the sound of a new voice and you looked at Katsuki’s face, noticing it scrunching in fear, before you turned around to find another woman wearing nothing but Katsuki’s shirt. The same shirt you’ve worn a thousand times over. You could feel your heart clenching in pain but you stood your ground no less.

“Who are you?” You asked as you dropped your hands from your husband’s. You heard his little whine at the loss of your touch as he reached out to hold into your arm but you gently pushed him off.

“Y/N-“

“Oh come on, H/N. Don’t be in denial. I bet you already have an exact idea on who I am.” Leiko said with a smirk as she looked at you. You turned to your husband with raised brows and a face of anger as you glared at him. You looked back at her and bit your lip before smiling.

“Were you in it for the long haul?” You asked Leiko, wondering if she really wanted Katsuki or if she was just getting pleasure out of this.

“Definitely not. I just came for a quick fuck every now and then. Wanted to get a feel of what it was like getting dicked down by a big shot pro-hero.” She said casually.

“Did you know he was married?” You asked.

“Yeah but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.” She said. This made your blood boil a bit and you wanted to cry so damn bad, but you refused to allow your whore of a husband and this stranger to see you break. You huffed before smiling again.

“You can take your leave now.” You kindly said. Leiko looked at you in confusion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked. Katsuki had the same thought running through his mind as his heart raced at this conversation happening right here right now.

“Oh I’m furious. But am I really supposed to be mad at some stranger who’s content with being a home wrecker? ‘Cuz I feel like most of my anger should be directed to the man-whore behind me.” You said, never looking Katsuki’s way.

“Y/N, please-“

“I’m not speaking to you yet.” You said calmly, still not looking at him. You didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in your husband’s eyes. Leiko smiled before standing a little taller.

“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said and took off the big shirt and throwing it onto the couch, leaving herself in her underwear. “Am I expected to be back for another visit?”

“You can come back as many times as Katsuki asks. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a single man again.” You said with a laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Katsuki asked with a break in his voice. Leiko laughed too before nodding and walking back to the bedroom and gathering her things. You walked silently to sit on the couch with Katsuki following you. “Y/N, what the fuck do you mean I’m single. I’m still your husband!”

You remained silent as you looked at him with a sarcastic smile. You said nothing as you waited for Leiko to return. “Say something!”

Finally, Leiko walked down the stairs, fully dressed, and looked to you before taking her leave. You smiled at her before speaking. “So..I don’t want him anymore. Do you?”

“No I’m good. Anybody’s good for a fuck but I don’t date cheaters.” Leiko said with her hand on the knob.

“I’m not a fucking cheater!” Katsuki shouted at her as he had tears dripping down his face. She gave him a dry laugh before opening the door.

“Take a look around Bakugou. You’re not a cheater?” She asked before walking out and shutting the door, leaving the two of you in the broken home. Silence passed and all that could be heard was Katsuki’s shaky breath. You then stood up, gaining his attention, and tried walking to your bedroom before Katsuki stopped you by holding onto your arm. Tight.

“Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?” He asked as he cried angrily. You tried to shake him off of you to no avail.

“I’m leaving you fucking idiot. If you haven’t noticed, you cheated. You were disloyal. You allowed some stranger into our home, into our bed, just to get your dick wet.” You said with an angry but calm tone.

“She wasn’t a stranger.” Bakugou said trying to defend himself. You laughed and stepped to face him.

“Oh really? Tell me one damn thing you know about her.” You asked. As Katsuki thought about it..he really didn’t know anything about her. Fuck- he didn’t even know her family name. All he knew was that her name was Leiko. They were speaking for a month and in that entire month, Katsuki only ever talked about himself. She never gave up any information about herself. All she wanted to do was get to know Katsuki and get in his pants. She really was a stranger and he just tossed away his entire relationship for some whore. His silence gave you your answer. “That’s what I thought.”

You tried walking away again before he ran to stand in front of you. “Y/N! Please! Just listen, okay? I was depressed because you were gone!”

“And that’s your excuse for cheating on me?!” You shouted.

“No! But- but it hurt me to even think about you in that hospital bed! I couldn’t even face you without feeling like I was dying! And then that fucking snake came and she distracted me and kept my thoughts away from you. She kept the pain away. I know that that’s not excuse for what I did but please try to understand why I did it!” He begged as he cried.

“I will never understand! Because I could never do what you did! If you were in the hospital, close to death, I would’ve been by your side every second of every day! Yes I would’ve felt all the pain and depression you did but I wouldn’t want to distract myself from it! Because at least then I would be thinking about you, and worrying about you, and caring about you, and loving you because you’re my husband Katsuki! I wouldn’t ever want to not think about you!” You shouted in anger and hurt as you allowed a few tears to fall. This urged Katsuki to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, can we just move pass this? Please.” He said softly as he pressed his forehead to your own before you shoved him off.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, breaking his heart as he stumbled back. “After everything we’ve been through, you go and do this to me?! AFTER EVERYTHING?!”

“IM SORRY! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE BACK WHAT I DID BUT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!” He shouted back.

“WHO THE FUCK SAYS I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU, BAKUGOU?!” You said, emphasizing the use of his family name. The name that you also held.

“Don’t call me that, baby, please.” He whimpered.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT BAKUGOU! WE’RE DONE!” You shouted and walked away to your room with him following you. He kept spewing apologies up until you opened the bedroom door. It was a horrible mess and the stench of sex filled the air. You covered your mouth and nose as tears pricked your eyes before walking in to open your closet, disappointed as you noticed all the pictures of you two were flipped to be hidden. When you opened the doors, you didn’t find your clothes. “Where the fuck is my stuff, Bakugou.”

“I’m not telling you because you’re not leaving me, Y/N!” He said as he tried to hug you from behind before you pushed him off again.

“I’m not staying here! Tell me where my stuff is so I can leave!” You demanded.

“Like hell I will! We haven’t even had a full talk about this! You can’t just leave!” He said. You watched as tears fell down his face which only made you even more angry. He was crying? He did this! This is all his fault! How can he be the one upset?! “Y/N please, I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg you to stay if it’s what it takes but you can’t go! We’ve been together for 13 years! 13! Even before UA-“

“And you threw all that away when you decided to sleep with someone else.” You said calmly. You walked out of the room in search for your clothes as he followed and continued to speak with sobs breaking apart his sentences.

“Y/N please! I- I can fix this! You don’t have to go! You can stay and we can be happy, just like we’ve always been! Just like we were a few minutes ago before that bitch walked in and ruined everything!” He cried making you turn around in a snap.

“She didn’t ruin anything Katsuki. When you allowed her to come into your life and into our home, that’s when you fucked up. You did this to us. You ruined everything.” You said before continuing your search.

“T-Tell me what you want Y/N! I’ll make it happen! I’ll do anything- I’ll give you the fucking world! As long as you stay!” He begged. You approached the guest room in silence and Bakugou grew frantic as he blocked you from going in. “Please- don’t.”

“All my stuff is in there, isn’t it?” You asked, already knowing the answer and only having it confirmed when he remained silent. “Get out of my way.”

Bakugou shook his head as he kept the door block as you tried to pry your way through. Growing frustrated, you used a small amount of your quirk to blast him through the door, having him groan in pain as he hit the floor and watched you find your clothes in the guest room closet. You began packing your things and Bakugou was quick to stand and take everything you put in your bag out. “Stop it!”

“No! You’re staying with me! You’re not leaving me Y/N- I won’t lose you again!” He said as he tossed your bag across the room. You watched it go and stood in disbelief at his childish antics.

“Heh, you know what? Whatever, keep all the clothes. Maybe you’ll gift it to the next girl you decide to bring back here.” You said with attitude.

“I’m not bringing anybody else through those doors! I ONLY WANT YOU Y/N!” He shouted.

“Doubtful. Keep it, burn it, regift it, I don’t care. With my salary I can buy myself a new wardrobe and a new apartment. Far. Away. From you.” You said and walked out of the room. As you tried to exit the house, Katsuki pulled you back into his arms as you struggled in his grip with your face smushed against his chest.

“Please! Please tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you anything! We’ll do whatever you want- Y/N I’ll even quit my job! Just please don’t go! Please forgive me!” He cried before you harshly pushed him off to reveal your sobbing face.

“I WANT TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE KATSUKI!” You shouted before wiping your eyes and bringing your voice down. “I wanted my husband there with me at the hospital! I wanted him to be the first face that I saw when I woke up! But you couldn’t even give me that! Instead, you were in our home in our bed with some random person you found wherever having sex with her despite the fact that you’re a married man! …I was in a fucking hospital fighting for my life and my husband was too busy cheating on me, trying not to think about me…..I want to leave Katsuki.”

“….I can’t let you do that Y/N…I’m sorry. But I can’t do this without you.” He cried as you listed all his shortcomings. “I’ll give you whatever-“

“I don’t want material things!” You shouted in exhaustion. “I wanted your loyalty and love!”

“And you have that!”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if I did!” You said. “I’m leaving, Katsuki. And not you or anybody else in this fucking world is going to stop me. If you try and trap me here I will break down these walls myself and get out. If you force me to stay I will do whatever it takes to get away from you. I’m not staying with you. So we’re done. And we’re getting a divorce, whether you like it or not.”

As you walked to the door you could hear his heart breaking cries as you opened the exit. “Y/N please. I don’t want this, I waited months for you to come home to me…I need you.”

“When are you gonna realize Katsuki? This is your fault. You did this to us.”

And with that, you shut the door on the house, the home, the relationship, and him. And it was all his fault.

A/N: Y’all ima be writing a part 2 for this so stay tuned

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