#7:34pm

[biblicallycorrectangelvenom]

Sushi fucking rules

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[lex-nulla]

camille preaker THE character of all time

[nanamimizz-archived]

GUYS MY TIK TOK ISNT USABLE I DIDN’T EVEN GET TIL 11:59 PM

[likeswallowstosea]

Also making zero promises because we'll see how I feel an in about an hour BUT I might actually be on to finish replies and post opens tonight if I finish my creative non-fiction piece and essay on the Bayley 3 and Bayley 4 assessments by 8pm. 👀

[itsallgrayarea]

I’m so miserable.

[girlyteengirlcore]

— until you learn

sevika x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, age gap (early 20s/late 30s), 🤏🏻 of obsessive sevika, verryyyyy dom/sub btw, strap-on sex, strap is referred to as “dick”, oral, dubcon (reader is a little bit intoxicated), orgasm control, clit stimulation, overstimulation, impact play, little bit of spit, squirting, degradation, aftercare

a/n: sorry for my little disappearance, this is my apology!! also, i’m so bad at the whole plot thing so i’m really sorry if the start of this sucks

wc: 3.2k

⌞friday night, 6:54pm ⌝

You had just finished getting ready for a night out with your friends, checking your phone every five minutes to see how far away your uber was. Once you got the notification that your ride has arrived you jumped up, nearly running out of the house. Your wife grabbed you by the arm, stopping you just before you reach the door.

"You forgetting something, doll?" Raising her eyebrows at you eagerness to leave.

"Oh sorry, babe," you stand on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips to hers.

When you pull away you give her a sweet smile, before turning on your heel and running out of the house. You glance back just before you hop in the car, waving at Sevika standing at the door.

"Update me regularly, please," the way she says it almost makes it sound like a question, but you know better than to assume she was asking. She was expecting you, telling you, to update her every now and then.

"Will do, love you!" You yelled your response at her from across the front yard, blowing her a kiss as you finally sat down and closed the car door.

⌞7:24pm⌝

It took about half an hour to get to the designated restaurant. Your friends spotted you from across the room once you arrived and went inside, ushering you over to your seat where you see they've already ordered some appetisers for the table. It feels like forever since you've seen them and it will probably be a while until you see them again, so you saver every hug from them as you go around the table.

You sit down and immediately get bombarded with questions about your life, you take some food as you answer all of their questions.

Once all of you had had your fill, you went up to the bar to order the first round of drinks. One round soon turned into two, then three, and once it got to four you suggested a bar hop. And when you actually found your second bar of the night, every second round of drinks signalled the trek to a new bar. However long the walk may be.

⌞10:13pm⌝

By this time it was about quarter past ten, and you only realised once you checked the time that you hadn’t been doing the thing that you promised to do. Update Sevika on the going ons of the night. She really doesn’t ask for much, truly, as she states in the multiple messages displayed at the bottom of your lock screen.

7:34pm

╰┈➤ Did you get there safe, baby?

8:06pm

╰┈➤ How’s it going?

9:03pm

╰┈➤ Baby

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤Are you okay?

9:22pm

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Where are you?

╰┈➤ I asked you to update me and you said you would, a simple ‘yes baby I’m fine’ would be amazing?

10:03pm

╰┈➤ I don’t ask for a lot and you can’t even do that much, I just want to know how things are going.

╰┈➤ I’m coming to get you

╰┈➤ Missed call

⌞10:16pm⌝

By the time you saw the countless messages and missed calls she left it was too late to message, she wasn’t going to answer since she was driving. You opt for the best option you could think of; sitting outside and waiting for her. You say goodbye to all of your friends, promising to see them again soon, wishing them the best for the time being. Then, you take your leave and find a comfortable space on the front concrete stairs of the establishment.

You’re scrolling on your phone when, soon enough, you hear a car pull up and park right in front of you. You look up and lock eyes with your wife through the open passenger seat window, she does not look happy.

Why were you getting excited? She’s about to berate you for disobeying her, so why are you feeling giddy?

You make your way over to the car, dragging your feet. Luckily you ordered some side dishes to eat while you were drinking, helping you to not get too drunk. But honestly, even if you didn’t, the feeling of her eyes burning into your head as you step inside the car would definitely do the trick.

“I’m really so—“

“Don’t wanna hear it.” She leaves no room for argument, no room for apologies, and absolutely no room for your endless excuses she knows you made up while waiting for her.

The rest of the drive home is silent. She left a cold bottle of water in the centre console that you graciously took, not bothering with manners since you know it won’t help your case.

You can’t lie though, the tension in the car mixing with the alcohol in your system was making you feel hot. You couldn’t help but imagine what she was going to do once you got home, smiling to yourself while looking at the window, trying your absolute hardest not to make it obvious that you were squeezing your thighs together. The butterflies in your stomach were making your clit throb with anticipation. The way she put her hand behind your head rest and turned around, using the palm of her hand to turn the steering wheel to back into the garage didn’t help the throb either.

You both sit in the stilled car for a moment, but you’re both still for different reasons. She’s thinking of what to say, while you’re waiting to be told what to do. She actually appreciates your behaviour for the first time all night.

“Sit on the bed.” You expect her to say more so you turn to face her, but once you receive a look that says ‘what?’ you get out of the car and head to the bedroom.

You’re waiting for some time before she comes in, stopping momentarily to glare at you, you shiver subtly under her gaze. She turns and closes the door, still standing facing away from you when she talks next.

“What is the one thing I asked you to do?” Turning around slowly to face you, walking over to you in a less than reassuring way.

“To update you,” your voice was small.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you,” she kneels down in front of you, staring up at you and yet it still feels like she’s looming over you.

“You asked me to update you.”

“Right. And what didn’t you do?”

“Update you.”

“I said speak up,” she says through her teeth, in an impatient manner.

“I didn’t update you. And I’m so sorry Sev, I just forgot.” Your apology was rushed, thinking she would interrupt you again. But she didn’t, she stayed silent.

“Take your clothes off.”

You swallow your nerves and lift your dress up over your head, sitting in your underwear. You don’t waste any time in taking off the rest, leaving you sitting completely bare in front of her.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You move further onto the bed, turning over and laying on your stomach just like she asked. She lifts up your hips with ease, placing a pillow underneath them. Then, the sound of her palm coming down on your ass fills the room. You hear it before you feel it. When you do feel it, it stings so badly that it feels cold.

She won’t make you count, she never does. That isn’t the point of this punishment. The point of it is to have to crying and begging her to stop while chanting empty promises along the lines of ‘I’ll never do it again!’ These pleas fall on unwillingly ears; she listens, relishing in the sobs that come out of your mouth every time she brings her hand down, then ignores you. Just like you did to her.

“Shut it. You want me to listen to you? Yeah? How do you think I feel, sweetheart?” She grabs your hair, turning your head to face her. The look in her eyes doesn’t do much to help the dripping between your thighs, but that doesn’t make it any less intimidating.

“I’m so sorry ‘Vika, I swear, it won’t hap- happen again,” stammering over your words due to your uncontrollable sobbing.

“You sure you’re not just saying that to get on my good side so I can play with your little pussy, babe? ‘Cause she looks pretty desperate,” the smirk evident in her tone.

“I’m sure.”

Out of nowhere she gets on top of you, straddling your thighs. She gets real close to your ear, make you shiver as you feel her lick the shell of it.

“Think you deserve to cum?” She hums in response when she sees you nod your head.

You feel her fingers slowly creep their way to your weeping pussy, but you stay still. You feel her knee nudge your legs open for easier access, but you still remain unmoving. It was only when her fingertip dipped slightly into you that you jolted, earning a chuckle from the woman above you. She gets off for a second and guides you to turn around. Still keeping your hips elevated but now you’re on your back.

She presses her knee to your shoulder, making it near impossible for you to move. And rubs your clit slowly with her hand, causing your eyes to close at the direct contact. You notice the light disappearing from behind your eyelids and open your eyes, only to see Sevika’s face above yours.

“Open wide, whore,” looking down at your lips with an expectant look.

You close your eyes agin and open your mouth, feeling a drop her warm saliva dribble onto your tongue. You swallow it immediately.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” A rhetorical question, of course. You both knew that answer.

Her other hand comes down to lift the hood of your clit up, making you clench around nothing as your clit is exposed to the cold air. Using her other hand to gather some of your arousal on a couple of her think fingers, a rub them roughly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, back arching, and toes curling. Then, she shows you absolutely no mercy. Moving off of you and finding her place between you thighs, face to face with your drooling slit, licking her lips.

And she devours you, her hands do well to keep you from moving too much but even when you do, her face follows you. Never letting you escape the overwhelming pleasure. Sevika sucks your clit into her mouth, using her tongue to subjugate it to an unrelenting torture. As you feel your orgasm sneaking up, she lifts her head slightly, gaining your attention.

“Don’t cum yet.” What?

“I can’t hold it-“

“You’re going to have to, baby. I wasn’t asking.”

She gets right back to work, adding two of her thick fingers. While she seems to be enjoying herself, you have to fight off your pleasure while being forced to endure her tongue on your pussy. Not an easy task at all. You tell yourself to focus on your breathing, trying to hold it off for as long as possible but it doesn’t seem to be working at all. Little did you know, this is exactly what she wanted; to push to the point where you have to beg her to let you cum. Her favourite form of humiliation.

“Sev- vika, ohhh god, I can’t- I can’t hold it. Ohhhh my god, I can’t hold it— pleeeaaase baby! Fuckkk,” your pleas came out as screams through your teeth.

“Oh, I don’t know, baby. I really don’t think you deserve it, at all.”

The room was filled with the only words you could get out; pleasepleaseplease was all she heard, and she loved it. In fact, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once your hips started moving erratically, you both knew there was no holding it for any longer. She’s not worried though, she wasn’t planning on making you wait any longer anyway.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Go on, make a mess.”

The dam walls break, the noise you let out was ungodly. Your orgasm washing over you in such an intense way that your whole body starts shaking. The shivering didn’t stop Sevika from prolonging it, dragging your orgasm out by slightly slowing down the pace of her fingers. It was such a overwhelming sensation that you don’t even hear her get up, too fucked out from only one orgasm to see what she’s doing. The ringing in your ears stops you from hearing the sound of metal clanging together. She’s already fastened the harness around her hips and is lubing up the strap by the time you turn your head around, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I c- please Sevi, I can’t cum again,” trying to give her the sweetest look you could muster up, looking for some type of sympathy.

“Don’t give me that, you’ve got plenty more in you.”

She gets on her knees on the bed, using one of her hands to lift your hips up and the other one to guide her strap into your drenched pussy. Swiping it up and down to gather all of your cum that has dripped out of you, using it as extra lube. You wince as she pushes in. Inch by inch, she’s filling you up. She’s so slow too, making sure you feel every detail of the fake dick.

Once you adjust to the size of it, she lifts both of your legs so that both of your feet are hanging over one of her shoulders. Your hips are off the bed completely and she wraps both arms around your legs, and she goes crazy. She moves back, only bringing her hips forward whenever gravity makes you impale yourself on her dick. The sound of skin slapping soon fills the room, almost drowning out the beautiful noises you were making.

Your mouth lolled open, drool finding its way out of your mouth and down the side of your cheek.

“That feel good, baby?” She already knew but she loved to hear you say it.

“Mhm,” your bottom lip finding its way in between your teeth.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Y- yessss, oh my fucking g- gooddddd!!!” Voice changing as she angles her hips slightly upwards, pressing into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

She doesn’t stop when you cum for the second time.

“Aww, look baby. You’re creaming all over me, does it feel too good, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t stop when you squirt all over her abdomen.

“Ohhhhhh, you’re makin’ a mess.” Bringing her hand down and rubbing sloppy patterns over your clit, forcing more out of you. Making you scream through your teeth. She chuckles through her teeth and your reaction.

She doesn’t stop after you start begging her for a break.

“I thought I told you I don’t wanna hear any of that, of course you can take more.”

“I- I can’t! Vika pl-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself, we aren’t stopping. Not until you understand— not until you learn the consequences of your actions.”

And oh my god did she stick to her word. She’s still pushing into you even now, even after you’ve stopped making noise and your mouth is just hanging wiiiiide open, even after you’ve cum another handful of times, even after she starts getting tired. She’s persistent, you’ll give her that.

She pauses for a second when she hears you mumble something under your breath, grabbing your jaw. She taps your cheek lightly.

“What’d you just say, baby? C’mon, speak.”

“I— I’m sorry,” tears, real tears pour out of your eyes. Not tears from the hours of overstimulation, not tears from the overwhelming pleasure you’re still experiencing, but tears from being genuinely sorry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t li- listen, I won’t- it won’t happen again. I love you.” Your words are quiet, almost a whisper, and slurred. And your sobs and hiccups weren’t helping you to become more coherent, but she still understood what you said. You didn’t even need to say anything and she would still know.

She pauses, her eyes are darting all over your face. And she leans down to kiss your tears away softly, lovingly.

“Okay, baby. It’s alright, I love you too. You’re gonna cum one more time and we’ll be done. Yeah?”

She hums when you give her a nod, but you’re surprised when she pulls out. She’s slow with it, not wanting to hurt you. You focus your eyes to see her kissing down your stomach, until she reaches your sore pussy. You clench around nothing when you see her just looking, staring. Then, she leans in.

Immediately dipping her tongue in, her eyes rolling at the taste of your cum on her tongue. She doesn’t waste a drop, swallowing it all.

“Relax, baby. Deeeep breaths, yeah that’s good.”

She guides you through the build up, helping you to overcome to pain of your sensitive clit being stimulated once again, helping you to calm down, telling you when to breathe in… then out. During this time, you rely on her words and actions to know how to behave. She’s calm, so you’re calm.

As your orgasm builds further, you become a little erratic in your movements. Breathing becoming faster and more unsteady, hips lifting off of the bed and pulling away? or were they grinding on her face? neither of you could tell, and back arching.

“Baby, calm down.” Her authoritative voice was still so smooth like honey, making you shiver. You nod.

“I’m- gonna, gonna cum. Pleasepleaseplease- Vika I’m gonna c-“

“Yeah, I heard you. Calm down and let it alllll out.”

And when that cord inside you finally snaps, she’s there. Following your hips, forcing you to ride it out.

⌞probably veryyyyy early into the next morning⌝

Your back is against her chest, she’s running her hand up and down your torso. The warm bath water engulfing you both, making you sleepy. You could feel her watching you, so you open your eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Playfulness lingering in your tone.

“My beautiful wife,” she says without even thinking.

You smile, closing your eyes again and leaning back against her chest.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Sore.” She chuckles at your answer, letting the comfortable silence fill the bathroom again.

After a couple of minutes she speaks again.

“Don’t ever make me worry like that again.” Her voice calm, but threatening.

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I mean it, baby.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Right,” rewarding you with a soft kiss on your temple.

[piwitchbeyotch]

i propose we use the term shmunguss as an identifier for shorthaired animals that have no braincells in the derpy way

[k-aemi]

nagi seishiro ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ its not that deep

no warning me thinks, little angst(?), fluff

boyfriend!nagi wouldnt even notice that hes hurting you unintentionally, he wouldnt know how to be a boyfriend, its his first relationship.

youre lying in bed—wrapped in his arms as he plays his games. youre quiet, just scrolling through your photos, at you and nagi. its funny because whenever you took the photos you took ten of them, but when you asked nagi, hed only take one, some of them were even blurry.

"you ever look at these?" holding up the phone so he can see.

"mm... no. i dont like photos of myself." nagi squints, taking a short glance at the photos before returning his attention on his game.

"oh," you say, your lips pressing into a thin line before continuing to scroll. "well, i like to. makes me feel like im part of your life. even when you dont... do much." your chest tightens.

nagi only lets out a hum, its not a yes, not a no. he taps his screen again and you frown. its like he didnt even acknowledge you. you turn his phone face down.

"nagi," you call out his name softly. "when was the last time you said you loved me?" your hands fall on is chest.

he blinks, dumbfounded by your question. his pauses mid-game, before thinking. "i dunno. i thought you already knew."

"thats not the point."

he looks at you—lazy eyes narrowing. "then what is the point?"

you sat up, face serious and eyes lowering. "you never try," your voice raises. "you dont plan dates, you dont say sweet things to me, and you dont notice when im upset unless i say it. i feel like im just here because its easy for you."

nagi slowly sits up too, with a confused expression planted on his face. "that isnt true, youre the only person i let stay like this with me. that means something doesnt it?" he asks genuinely.

"thats not love, just convenience." your chest heavy as you stared at him.

nagis still confused, not understanding the weight of the situation here. "i dont get it, were together. why does it have to be so complicated?" his tone still flat as ever, and it only makes you snap.

"because im not something you can just lie on top of me like a couch and call that love."

silence fills the room with just that, he opens his mouth to say something but nothing ever came. he doesnt know what to do, he was always good with games and goals, not people.

"i didnt mean to make you feel that way."

after that day you didnt want to text him, you wouldnt try if he didnt want to. you waited until he text.

nagi doesnt think nothing of it when you dont bother to text him, he just thinks youre asleep or busy. so hes back to his game.

the next day he still got nothing. you havent posted on your story, or send at least one meme to him. which was weird.

he taps on their last conversation, you left him on read. no message from you. he rereads what he said.

nagi 6:34pm "cool. cya then"

he doesnt see anything wrong, it was a normal response.

nagi on the fourth really thinks about it now. okay maybe you are potentially mad. but about what?

its a hassel to think this hard. did he forget something, say something off? hes scrolling through the old messages and everything looks normal.

your daily "i miss you"s, his lazy response of "same"s. you sending a selfie of yourself, hoping for a "you look pretty" but just a heart reaction and nothing else. hes confused, he always done that, so what changed?

after a week he caves in.

nagi 7:23am "hey"

but there was no reply form you.

two days later with no reply, he texts again.

nagi 1:43am "u good?" "did i do smth?" "tell me."

he just stares at the screen that lit the dark room, delivered. not read.

he doesnt know what to do, youre not responding to him. its quiet in his room. too quiet. and for the first time in a long time, he really cant focus. not on his games, on his phone, anything.

every time he entered in a match hed lose the motivation to just continue, or hed have a losing streak which would make him a bit frustrated.

another couple days later, hes spamming. flat, sort messages, to see if you were still there.

nagi 9:12am "yo" "helloo" "seriously?" "this is annoying." "y arent u saying anything?"

no message, he doesnt send one. he just lies on his bed, pone clutced to his chest, scrolling through old photos of you and him. you smiling, silly faces, and ones of you half asleep.

he misses your voice. he misses you saying things hed never respond to, but always heard. he can only sigh before he closes his eyes.

"if you dont text back soon, i think ill actually go crazy."

its a hassle.

no texts, no calls, no nothing. he doesnt like it, his chest tightens. he just thought of you as moody. but now its like youre gone. he doesnt know what to do, so of course he searches what to do.

"what to do if ur gf ignores u"

top results said: buy her favorite things: "show her youre thinking of her, bring flowers, candy, cute keychains and apologize. communicate with her."

nagi just reads, advice after advice.

"...lame." he sighs, shutting his phone off before putting on his shoes to head out.

hes at your place now. at least carrying five different kinds of snacks you like, your favorite drink, and a cheap bouquet from the grocery store flowers because apparently boyfriends do that.

he looks ridiculous carrying that much stuff in his arms, he doesnt even know how long he stands in front of your door before knocking. he almost walked away twice.

and there you were, hair messy and expression unreadable. you were wearing his hoodie that he had left at your place, way too big on you.

you blink, seeing nagi holding a bunch of...things.

he has to tilt his head to look at you.

"ah. you havent talked to me in weeks. so i brought this." you just stare. the silence is heavy and hes having second thoughts about this.

"... you like these, right?" he mumbles. its still silent.

youre just shocked right now, you didnt even know nagi would take the effort to actually do all this stuff, but considering it took him about two weeks still made you upset.

"i do sei." you give a light smile, face buried in his hoodie.

his eyes widen slightly but wrapping his arms around her slow and firm.

"can you tell me next time?"

"yeah."

"okay," he says. "then ill fix it."

even after that day, he still doesnt understand feelings, but he does understand reactions.

its when youre hanging out with him in his room, laying besides him while he plays games again. you got yourself a new dress and did your makeup the other day and wanted to show him.

"sei look." you showed him the photo of the self-photo selfie you took. "what do you think?!" you say excitedly, you thought you looked really good in this one, like your features were more enhanced with the dress.

he barely glances at it. "looks the same as your other ones." he goes back to his game. he didnt mean it like in a cruel way, he just said it like its a fact.

the second those words leaves his mouth, he can see the way your smile faltered.

"oh. yeah i guess so." you pull your phone back slowly, flipping to the other side. your back facing him now.

he didnt think anything of it at first, he just went back to his game. its been a while since he hasnt heard your voice, usually youre just talking to him about random things you see on the internet or a random story you remembered.

its not until his head perked up from the silent cries and sniffles coming from you. he turns his head to your figure.

"...are you crying?" you only shake your head.

"wait—what did i do..?" he asked with his voice soft, he still didnt even realize what he had done. his chest tightens, the silence was loud. he pauses the game, sitting up with his hand placing on your shoulder, shaking you a bit.

"did i say something wrong?" you wipe your eyes with your sleeves.

"forget it." nagi just stares, its suffocating to see you like this. he thinks hard. was it the photo you were mad about? he didnt know what he had said to make you sad.

he shifts closer to you awkwardly.

"wanna play a game with me?" holding his phone up to your face, only for you to swat his hand away with no response.

"ill let you pick." still nothing. his voice only gets quieter.

"you can have the good controller." still nothing from you. he doesnt know what to do. hes offering games to you, and asking what he did wrong, but youre just not responding.

he limps back on his bed, the bed bounces you and him as he stares at the ceiling. he looks to his side, your back still faces him and he sighs.

he takes his phone out, inches away from his face, completely clueless. he types into the search bar:

"how to be a boyfriend."

he thinks about it before rewording it.

"how to make ur gf not mad anymore"

deleting it once again, finally settling on:

"things boyfriends do in relationships"

and the results are very... overwhelming. dates, compliments, talking. so much talking.

"ask about her day"

"hold her hand"

"hug her out of nowhere"

"tell her shes pretty even if she looks tired."

"...weird." he whispers to himself with a squint.

he scrolls down, reading a few threads, which some of them sound exhausting. he always seemed to notice a common pattern upon them. every single answer had one thing—effort, something the lazy boy very much hated.

without a word he slides an arm around your waist. so casually as if he had always done this. pulling you in close to him while he still reads what to do on his phone with his other hand.

he can feel the way you tensed, but he doesnt say anything.

youre quite confused, hes never done that on his own unless you did it first, so it was surprising for you.

"what...are you doing..?" you tilt your head, but not enough to be met with his eyes.

"hm? nothin'," he says so calmly, as if he didnt just decide to change up his act and finally act like a boyfriend for the first time.

your eyebrows furrowed a bit. "did you want something..?" you face the wall again, theres no way hed do this unless hed want something you thought.

"no." he says bluntly.

"you looked pretty in that photo." he said with barely any emotion, but his voice soft. he settled his phone down to pat your head.

"but i liked the smile you had more when you showed me." he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. your eyes widen, finally turning to him, you felt...like you had butterflies in your stomach for the first time in a while.

when he finally sees your face he gave a light kiss to your cheek.

"next time just say 'that hurt', okay? so i dont have to guess." his face blank again. youre pretty sure that was the first he had ever kissed you without you telling or initiating first.

you just nod slowly, too shy to face him.

nagi is so cute, hope nothing bad happens to him ^///^ I WILL WORK ON REQUESTS NOW SO SORRY

tags ✎: @rinrinniebaby @kaiserpussy

[sturnslutz]

~VOICEMAILS- bestfriend!chris~

warnings: angst, cursing, a bit of crying, no comfort.

whenever you weren’t able to reach the phone, or just didn’t want to talk to chris—he always seemed to love leaving voicemails. he loved being able to talk and act like you were listening, even if you didn't necessarily respond.

and it became a habit.

layout was inspired and formed by @strnilolover !!!!

VOICEMAILS REMAINING- *6*

*beep* hi, it’s peach. sorry i couldn’t answer, just leave a message and i’ll see it later. or don’t. your choice. *beep*

saturday- 6:34pm

voicemail #1- 3:46 minutes long.

“hey peach, we got into an argument yesterday, and i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean any of the things i said,” he sighed softly, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “you aren’t a horrible person, and i love you more than you know, and i feel disgusted by the fact i said those things, and you have every right to ignore me,” he groans softly as you hear a muffled breath— probably from him rubbing a hand over his face. “jus’ call me back please. i love you,” there’s a brief moment of silence before he ends the message.

sunday- 12:21am

voicemail #2- 1:56 minutes long.

“still haven’t responded, huh?” he laughs a bit softly before groaning into the pillow next to him. “can’t believe we haven’t talked in about to be 2 days, i miss you so much,” he huffs, just thinking of the fact you’re probably doing much better than he is. “saw you at a party with tara and all ‘em. i’m happy you’re having fun, i jus’ hope you’re staying safe. i love you.” he quickly ends the message without another word.

sunday- 5:42am

voicemail #3- 2:21 minutes long.

“i couldn’t sleep the whole night. pretty sure you blocked me also, or your phone’s dead ‘cause it’s immediately going to voicemail, i don’ know how that shit works,” he sounds tired— his voice all raspy from not talking or sleeping. he yawns before his next sentence. “can’t believe i’m spamming you with calls,” his voice sounds more choked, and a sniffle comes from him. “cryin’ now, can you believe that? fuck this is stupid. i love you,” he sniffles again before a moment of silence, then ending the message.

sunday- 3:11pm

voicemail #4- 56 seconds long.

“i hope you’re doing okay, pretty girl,” he has a quick moment of a silence before talking again. “went to the gym after the last call, and worked out like crazy. would’ve been better if you were there. i love you,” he sighs, quickly ending the message.

sunday- 8:19pm

voicemail #5- 2:18 minutes long.

“dude i just saw the funniest fucking tiktok ever, y’woulda loved that shit, oh my god,” he laughs a bit, remembering the video he saw just moments prior. “this guy was fuckin’ talking to these 3 little kids, and they was sayin’ some shit about saying ‘grinch grinch grinch’ at 3pm, not 3am, but pm!” he laughs again, even harder than before. “so fucking stupid, they was tryna act all tough. sent it to ya’, probably won’t see it but i hope you do. anyways call me back though, i love you,” he ends the message a split second after his last word.

monday- 9:27am

voicemail #6- 7:48 minutes long.

“this is gonna be long, i know it. but i’m gonna stop calling after this, i don’ wanna keep spamming your phone, i know how much you hate when someone does that— i jus’ couldn’t help myself,” his voice cracks a bit before continuing. “i know you must fucking hate me, and i would hate me too. hell, i do hate myself, im such a fucking asshole. can’t believe i said those things to you over some dumb shit we were arguin’ about.” he groans loudly, running a hand through his hair, and what sounds like adjusting his body on his bed. “i miss you so fuckin’ much, peach. i know you’ve been texting matt and nick, and they told me you’re still upset about it— which is completely valid, but please, i beg— just talk to me again. i can’t go on without you. my brothers don’ understand why im so upset, they know we’ve had arguments before. but we’re actually not talking at all anymore— and that shit fucking kills me.” he sniffles, and mutters his last couple sentences. “i love you so much. you’re my best friend, and i think about you everyday. that kiss we had a couple months ago changed us, peach. i can’t take my mind off it. you’re the most perfect girl i’ve ever met. i love you,” there’s a moment of silence with him just deep breathing, before he ends the message.

my take on this trend with peach and chris :)

[cass-1]

౨ৎ —his little secret first ending — ౨ৎ

It was the next morning, your phone was flooded with messages last night. Simon was begging for you to hear him out. You felt sick to your stomach at the thought of him with somebody else— even though he did fuck you over.

You rolled over onto your side as you awoken from your deep slumber, picking up your phone to a dozen missed calls and messages— who could these be from, you thought sarcastically. Obviously you were right, it was Simon. The messages read,

“Princess, I promise I didn’t mean to hurt yu, please forgive me, darlin”

You rolled your eyes as you scrolled down at the messages, what a jerk, this is clearly an act.

“baby, princess. I can explain everythin’ jus’ give es a chance.”

You started typing back, “..what Simon, what now? you’ve already hurt me enough..”

He instantly responded— as if he hasn’t slept. “I promise I’ll change, for you darlin’ jus’ look at what I’ve left yu outside.”

Your eyebrow lifted, your eyes shooting a confused look at the screen as if he could see it. What was outside? You quickly got up, slipping your feet into some slippers that were by your bed, rushing to the front door.

You stared outside the window before unlocking the door— making sure this wasn’t just some crazy bullshit of a hoax.

There stood a massive bouquet of lilies, mixed with some pale pink roses, and peonies.

“..god, what a crazy bastard.” You said to yourself as your picked up the bouquet of flowers, your hands delicately wrapped around the massive bunch. You couldn’t lie, he sure did spoil you with a million flowers. However his actions still weren’t good enough.

“Just flowers?” You typed back on your phone after putting the bouquet on the kitchen island. He messaged back instantly

“I have one more surprise.” You read it, waiting for some sort of hint of what it was— nothing, he said nothing else. You sent a few messages— asking what it was and all he did was leave you on read, it made you curious.

Fast forwarding to 7:34pm, your phone pinged as you were lying down on the sofa, enjoying some of your favourite soap operas. You stared at the phone before jumping up, almost eagerly

“8:00pm, be ready.” Simon messaged after hours, you almost began to miss him— you quickly threw on a nice maxi dress, one that hugged your body and showed just enough skin, not too much of course.

And just when 8:00pm hit, there was a knock at your door, you hurriedly headed to open it, your hands still busied with putting your other earring in, you opened it. He was wearing black tuxedo that hugged him, in the right places. His hair was messy but presentable. His brown eyes like polished chestnuts.

“beautiful.” He mumbled, but you heard. You felt yourself smiling before biting your lip.

“Not too fast, Simon.” You stopped him, looking at him with your big doe eyes. The eyes that always got him.

“Let’s head there, we don’t wan’ be late now, do we?” He said holding a hand out, you taking his in yours.

“course not.”

You both got into his car, him opening your door for you, what a gentleman. You both went to a fancy restaurant, the one he loved. Coming home to yours— sharing intimate cuddles in bed, your head on his chest and his hand playing within your hair.

You stared at the ceiling as he stared down at you, until you spoke up,

“So c’mon then, tell me why you don’t want anything with me.” You said boldly

he responded softly, “it’s not tha’ I don’t wan’ it with yu, it’s the thought of one. It’s jus’ av’ never been in sumthin’ serious.” You understood where hd was coming from

“it’s hard bein’ in the military with a partner, Y’know.” He added, “still no excuse.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’ I mean it with all honesty, please let me show yu, I love yu.” You looked up at him as he said if, your cheeks growing a rosy pink with love.

Simon leaned down gently gave you a kiss on the lips, before you got more intimate, adding in your own tongue motions. You both pulled back and fire things got out of hand, not wanting to start off your relationship like this.

You lead in his arms till you both fell asleep, his rough fingers gliding gently over your arms, doing a soothing motion of circles. His hands playing within your hair, being all soft.

Tough ol’ Simon actin’ a baby?!

Might’ve yapped a little here 😭

[shdysders]

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pairing: jenna ortega & reader

summary: in which jenna leaves increasingly desperate voicemails for you, who never answers.

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: this is heavily inspiried by @toournextadventure’s letter imagine, go check it out!

Hi! This is Y/N. Thanks for calling! I can't get to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you soon. Bye!

"Hey, it's me. Um, where are you? I've called a bunch of times and you haven't picked up. I'm starting to get really worried. Please call me back as soon as you get this. I love you."

MESSAGE SENT BY

"jen"

MARCH 15TH

7:34PM

"Baby, it's been hours now. Your friends haven't seen you and you're not at the usual spots. I'm driving around right now, looking for you. I... I just need to know you're okay. Please, just text me or something."

11:37PM

___

"Okay, so it's been almost a day. I've talked to your family and they don't know where you are either. This isn't like you to just disappear. I'm freaking out, and I don't know what to do. I just need to hear your voice and know you're safe. Please, please call me back."

MARCH 16TH

3:03 PM

___

"Where are you? I... I'm losing my mind here. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything until I know you're safe. Did something happen? Are you hurt? God, please be okay. Just... just let me know you're out there."

MARCH 17TH

5:54PM

___

"I went to the police today. I made sure to tell them how desperate I was and they said they'd start looking for you, but it doesn't feel like enough. I feel so helpless and almost guilty. I'm sorry if I ever did anything to make you feel like you needed to run. If you're mad at me, we can work through it, I promise. Just come back."

MARCH 18TH

3:21PM

I know I should've gone with you. You never go grocery shopping alone. What was I thinking, letting you go by yourself? Did something happen to you, or did you plan on leaving? Because I checked your closet, and you didn't bring anything. None of your things are missing. It doesn't make any sense. I'm driving myself crazy trying to figure out what happened. Please, if you're out there, just come back to me. I need to know you're safe."

11:21PM

___

"It's been five days. I'm sitting in our apartment, surrounded by your things, and it feels so empty without you. Every time my phone buzzes, my heart stops because I think it's you. I can't keep doing this.

They're putting up posters with your picture all over town. I can't believe this is happening. I keep expecting you to walk through the door and tell me it's all a joke, that you're okay. But you don't. And it hurts so much. I need you, baby. I need you more than ever.

Please, just give me a sign that you're okay. I don't know how much longer I can take this."

MARCH 19TH

5:32PM

___

"It's day six. I barely slept. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face. I keep thinking about all the little things – the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you say my name. I'm not giving up. I can't give up. You're my everything.

I know you're out there somewhere. I refuse to believe anything else. I'm going to find you. I promise you that. I'll do whatever it takes to bring you home.

I've talked to everyone I could think of, but no one has seen you. It's like you vanished into thin air. God, I'm so scared. I don't know what to do."

MARCH 20TH

11:54AM

___

I've been thinking a lot about everything... about us. I can't shake this feeling that maybe I'm the reason you left, and I need to apologize for everything.

Like that time I yelled at you for interrupting me during a script rehearsal, or when I got upset because I was running late and took it out on you. I never meant any of it. I'm sorry for the times I canceled our plans last minute because of my schedule, leaving you hanging. And for all those times I didn't listen when you needed to talk, or when I brushed off your concerns because I was too wrapped up in my own problems.

I keep thinking maybe you left because I wasn't enough, because I failed you in so many ways. Remember when you wanted to go on that weekend trip, and I said no because I was too tired? Or the countless nights I spent on set, making you eat dinner alone? I'm so sorry if I made you feel unimportant or unloved. I never wanted to hurt you.

I keep replaying our last conversation in my head, wondering if there was something I missed, something I could have done differently. There probably is. There always is.

If you hear this, know that I'm sorry for everything I did wrong. I love you more than anything. Please come back to me. I promise I'll do better. I'll be better. Just come back.

MARCH 21ST

8:32PM

___

“I went to the police again, but they keep telling me to wait. How can I wait when you're out there, possibly in danger? I'm so scared, baby. Please, please be okay.

I don't know how much more I can take. I'm so scared. Scared that something terrible has happened. But I have to believe you're okay. I have to. Because the alternative... I can't even think about it."

MARCH 22ND

12:45AM

___

“It's my fault, isn't it? I must have done something to make you leave. I... I'm so sorry. I should have been better, should have seen the signs. I hate myself for not realizing sooner. I'm so sorry if I did anything to push you away. I didn't mean to. I'll do anything to make it right.“

MARCH 23RD

3:43PM

“The faucet in the kitchen started leaking again, and I can't fix it. You always knew how to handle things like that. You would have come up with some clever solution and would've tried teaching me even though you knew it's impossible.

Everything here is falling apart without you. I'm falling apart without you. I don't know how to do this on my own."

5:57PM

___

“I need to say it. It's been over a week now, and I... I'm starting to lose hope.

I hate myself for even thinking that, for feeling like this. It makes me feel disgusting and weak. You deserve better than this. I should be stronger, I should be doing more to find you. But every day that goes by without any news, I feel a little more defeated. Please, baby, forgive me. I don't want to give up. I won't give up. I promise. I just... I need you to come back. I'm so scared, and I feel so lost without you."

MARCH 24TH

7:28PM

___

"My agent just called and said I need to start thinking about going back to work. I don't know what to do.

Would you want me to go back? I can hear your voice in my head, telling me to be strong, to keep going. But how can I when you're not here? I feel so guilty, like I'm abandoning you if I go back. I need you to tell me what to do. I'm so scared."

MARCH 25TH

3:52PM

___

"There's this premiere coming up, and I don't even want to go. You were supposed to come with me. I'm just terrified and alone. I can't face any of this without you. I need you here to tell me I'm just being stupid and to hold my hand through it all. I'm struggling to keep it together. I need you to tell me it's going to be okay."

MARCH 26TH

6:38PM

___

"I went back to work yesterday, and it's hell. The internet is turning against me. People are saying things, talking about me and accusing me of not caring about you, of moving on too quickly. Some even suspect I had something to do with your disappearance. I know I shouldn’t listen to them but it's tearing me apart. You know how much you mean to me, how I'm doing everything I can to find you. But now I feel like I'm drowning in all this hate. I don't know how to handle it without you here. You'd tell me to ignore them, to focus on what's important. But it's so hard. I'm so scared, and I feel so alone. I need you more than ever."

MARCH 28TH

3:42PM

___

"You know what? Fuck this. I'm so fucking tired of this bullshit! Where the fuck are you? Do you even fucking care about me, about us? Do you have any idea what you've put me through? I've been out of my mind with worry, tearing myself apart trying to find you, and what? For nothing! You just vanished without a fucking trace. How could you do this to me? It's like you don't give a shit!

I'm here, losing my fucking mind, while you're... I don't even know where you are! Are you hiding? Did you just decide to fuck off and leave me to deal with all this crap? The internet's tearing me apart, people think I had something to do with this, and you're not here to defend me, to tell me what the hell is going on! It's fucking selfish! You're fucking selfish for doing this!

You left me here, drowning in all this, and I hate you for it. I hate you for making me feel this way, for making me doubt everything! I can't fucking take it anymore!"

MARCH 30TH

01:56AM

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't mean it. I'm just... I'm breaking down. I'm so angry, not at you. Just at everything else.

Please, come back. I didn't mean any of it. I just need you. Please."

01:58AM

___

“The police... they found a body in the river a few hours away. They said it's too decomposed to identify right now. I'm losing my mind. It can't be you. It can't be. I swear to God, if it's you, I'll die. I'll fucking die, do you hear me? I can't breathe, I can't think. I'm shaking so badly. Please, please, let it not be you.

They're going to do tests, but it'll take time. Time I don't have. Time I can't bear. I'm so scared, baby. I can't do this. I can't wait and not know if it's you. I'm going insane. Please, God, don't let it be you. I need you to be okay. I need you to come back to me.

I keep imagining the worst. I can't stop. I'm so fucking terrified. I feel like I'm going to throw up. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Please, please be okay. I can't live without you. I need you. I love you so much. Please come back. Please."

MARCH 31ST

9:51PM

[jinusajas]

7/31/24; 03:34pm

yandere!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

{ oneshot }

warnings: unedited; dark themes.

you walk with jinwoo out of ahjin guild’s building, chattering excitedly with him about your respective plans for the weekend.

he buries his hands within the pocket of his dress pants, grey eyes looking at you softly as he payed attention to each syllable that falls from your parted lips. as you walk across seoul together, a deep voice was heard calling out your name. you stop walking with jinwoo already taking a protective stance in front of you-

only to see a tall man with fiery red hair appear before you both. you knew him as the man who was the president of the hunters guild, choi jong-in. with his burgundy suit a stark contrast to jinwoo’s darker colors, he steps forward toward the light, giving jinwoo a momentary look of disdain before focusing his attention on you.

“you’ve been avoiding me. has hunter sung been keeping you busy?”

“haha, you could say that, since i’m his guild’s primary healer and all.”

jinwoo’s eyes glow a startling purple hue as he interjects jong-in’s attempts to get closer to you. “cut to the chase, we’re exhausted and wish to go home.”

jong-in holds up both of his hands in mock defeat. “alright then, i’ll skip all the pleasantries and formalities and get to it. i would like to ask your lovely healer out on a date this weekend.”

your eyes go wide, with your mind short circuiting at the thought. you felt so taken aback (and honestly, a little flattered) that you failed to see the pure rage shining in jinwoo’s gaze. his fists were clenched tightly against his sides, and he was ready to speak up for you had you not taken the first step.

“ah, well, i don’t see why not. it might be fun.” you take up on jong-in’s offer, truly not seeing the harm in it. his crimson eyes seemed to brighten in response when he turns away, flashing jinwoo a victorious expression before waving at you.

“i’ll pick you up this coming saturday at 7. dress comfortably, okay?”

you hold your hand up as well, bidding jong-in a farewell before returning your attention back to jinwoo. a scowl was painted on your best friend’s face, watching as he bites down on his bottom lip before asking you, “are you really going to go with him?”

a sheepish expression was seen on your face as you kept both hands behind your back. “w-well, i don’t see the harm in spending an evening with him. besides, i don’t have plans, while you wanted to spend the weekend with your mom and younger sister. i don’t want to get in the way of your plans, jinwoo.”

“you could join me. cancel your plans with choi right now.”

you end up giggling at jinwoo’s poor attempts at keeping you away from jong-in. “it’ll be okay! besides, if he ends up being a shitty date, then it’ll give you a good reason to beat him up for me.”

jinwoo’s scowl never leaves his face, with him grumbling all the way back to your place, whispering lowly so that you couldn’t hear him say, “if that bastard takes your heart, i’ll kill him.”

{ … }

saturday finally arrives, and you had just gotten out of the shower. while drying your hair, you wrap the towel around your body, searching through your closet for something suitable to wear.

after some debate, you finally found the perfect outfit and began putting it on. satisfied with your choice, you were ready to complete the look with a pair of your favorite shoes when you noticed something was a bit off.

stepping closer into the light, your eyes go wide upon seeing the way your shadow lengthens from beneath you, seeming to grow larger and longer the more you stared at it. you became entranced by it, briefly wondering if jinwoo’s shadow soldiers were about to come out and tell you something-

only to let out a gasp when an armored hand was felt surrounding your wrist, pulling you into the shadowy depths as you cried out. you braced yourself for the incoming impact, but was pleasantly surprised when you felt yourself being held within someone’s tight embrace instead.

confusion paints your features as you look across the area to see a lovely meadow. surrounding you were all of your favorite wildflowers, its gentle petals being blown in the wind as it carried the sweet scent of spring in its wake. finally seeing the armored body that holds you, you gasp and take a step back, looking up to see a dark knight looking down at you.

he was lean in build, with heavy armor covering the entirety of his body from head to toe. despite his dark armor, his chest plate was something that stood out to you the most, glowing a bright purple in color, its hue reminiscent of jinwoo’s eyes whenever they glowed. even with your attempts to put some space between you and the knight, he seemed reluctant to let you go.

you look around the area, somehow knowing that this shadow soldier was different from the rest. that this place was made by him alone. recalling the millions of conversations you had with jinwoo about his newfound abilities as the shadow monarch, you take a guess at this knight’s name.

“are you the one known as… ashborn?”

laughter was heard coming from the knight, his tone rich and filled with amusement. it sounded familiar to you, yet you couldn’t understand why it did. “you’re a smart young woman aren’t you? yes, i am ashborn.”

his laughter was felt vibrating across the area when he finally turns you around so that you were fully facing him. you felt the way ashborn’s hands caress at your face with reverence and merely blink up at him, remaining silent as ashborn takes a moment to drink in your features.

after several beats of utter silence, ashborn begins to speak, “you’re breaking my successor’s heart.”

your eyes go wide at the mention of jinwoo. “i- what?”

a gentle huff was heard coming from ashborn, and you watch as the powerful knight removes his hands from you, “you heard me. if your heart falls into that man’s hands… jinwoo will find reasons to tear you away from him.”

your heart begins to race at the thought. jinwoo… did he really feel so strongly about you?

“ah… but… he is interested in cha hae-in, right?”

ashborn lets out another harsh laughter, his head shaking in response to your question. “i’ve seen the many lives sung jinwoo has lived, of different timelines and different universes… timelines where you do not even exist.”

your throat turns dry at the sudden realization, clinging on to ashborn’s every word when you shakily ask him.

“then… what about those universes and timelines where i do exist?”

ashborn meets your gaze, and you could see his eyes glowing a deep violet hue from beneath his helmet, his voice speaking with a brutal honesty.

“it has been made clear to me that he is the happiest when he is with you.”

you gasp, eyes going wide when you hear ashborn’s confession. he looks away from you and lifts up a hand, feeling the air shifting around you as a dark portal was settled behind you. letting out a deep breath, you feel ashborn place a hand behind your back.

“return to him. deep down, your heart knows who it truly belongs to.” ashborn ends up pushing you back into the portal, making you look back at him with a questioning gaze, seeing the tall knight standing solemnly still, simply watching you as the wispy shadows began to overtake your vision.

{ … }

the moment you land back in your bedroom, you were bombarded with a series of knocks on your door. still feeling disoriented, you look back to see the portal already shrinking, disappearing like smoke blowing in the wind. with a shake of your head, you let out a soft grunt, standing back to your full height before leaving your room to answer the door.

“hang on, i’m coming!” you call out to whoever was knocking with such fervor at your door.

you finally unlock it, seeing jinwoo standing before you with a bouquet of red roses in hand. “don’t go out with choi- spend the evening with me instead!”

an uncharacteristic desperation was heard in his voice and was seen in his gaze when jinwoo enters your apartment, placing the bouquet of roses within your awaiting arms. “jinwoo-“

“i know, it’s stupid of me to try and stop you now, but i’ve been in love with you ever since you joined my guild. i can’t stop thinking about you, and i’m not going to let my insecurities get in the way!”

you felt the heat settle across your cheeks, with you holding the bouquet close to your chest, “jinwoo, you… you feel the same way?”

you notice the way jinwoo’s eyes flash with realization. “you… you love me, too?”

your nod was all the confirmation he needs when he lets out a growl of your name, grabbing a hold of your chin as he pressed a searing kiss against your lips. you sigh into his kiss, not even caring that his tight hold on you was crushing at your bouquet of roses.

when the need for air proved to be too great, jinwoo pulls away first with a frustrated grunt, allowing you to be honest with him, “i-i always thought you wanted hunter cha?”

he scoffs at your assumptions, shaking his head while taking you fully into his arms. as you stand there, so caught up in the warmth of his embrace, you felt your adoration and love grow for him when he tells you these next words:

“as if i would ever choose her when you exist.”

{ … }

the man who you mistakenly called ashborn ends up chuckling, his glowing, purple eyes watching the events of the current timeline unfolding before him.

letting out a hum, he takes off the helmet of his armor, feeling his long, ebony locks of hair falling down the entire length of his back, finally revealing his true identity as being sung jinwoo.

the man who essentially became a god, locking himself in a realm hidden from both time and space itself. while watching the way his current timeline self held you so preciously in his embrace, a bitter memory fills him.

his eyes darken at the image of an alternative timeline-

a timeline where you accepted that bastard’s date and fell deeply in love with him-

a timeline where you told jinwoo about your plans of marriage and how you looked forward to building a family together with him-

a timeline where jinwoo’s jealousy and rage got the best of him, forcing the monarch to kill the bastard before stealing you away and keeping you locked in a basement-

a timeline where you had ultimately taken your own life due to how much misery you had been suffering through.

jinwoo hated the thought of being without you, so he did all he could to reverse time and lead your heart back to him-

to prevent himself from ever losing you again.

as his eyes take in the sight of his past (or was it present self?) keeping you so tightly within his embrace, jinwoo knew that he made the right choice.

he could never live without you-

he refuses to live in a world without you by his side-

and nothing was ever going to change that.

end notes: don’t mind me, this was just a brainrot that i had for a while now and was happy to be able to write and piece together in a semi-coherent story (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[peterm4rker]

(𐙚⋆.˚) ghost of you

⋆ 𐙚 ⭑.ᐟ [taeyong x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 1.8k w. death, mention of drunk driving, grief, alcohol consumption, lmk if you find any more! angst ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "ghost of you" by the 5 seconds of summer!

january 27th - 6:48pm

hey baby, i've been trying to reach you but i'm guessing you fell asleep... anyways, i have to go now, but i'll call you tomorrow, same time as always… i love you and i miss you more than i could even express. you’re my everything, remember that always… i’ll talk to you soon, okay? i'm dying to hear your voice… i love you so much, rest well my love.

january 28th, 2025 - 7:02am

yn? please answer me… your mom just called and i- this is some type of sick joke, isn't it? i refuse to believe it, i know you're just asleep, you’ll call me tomorrow, right? please, i just… i need to hear your voice again, i need to know you’re safe. i love you, baby, please be okay, please, please be okay.

january 29th, 2025 - 6:37pm

doyoung called me yesterday. uhm, when the phone rang i thought it was you for a second, i even saw your name on the screen… i guess not sleeping does that to a person. he told me he went to see your mom at your house and that he didn’t want to believe it either… we all love you so much, you know, and we miss you even though you’re barely gone... i’m going to my superipr’s office today, i need to go home to see you one last time… i love you, you’re forever my everything and i hope you know that.

january 30th, 2025 - 6:34pm

hey, baby. i got back home last night… everything is just the way you left it. i can still feel you here, i couldn’t even move to your side of the bed. there's a half drunk coffee cup on the table, it has your lipstick on it still… am i wrong for not wanting to wash it yet? i know it’s a little disgusting, but i can't get rid of it, not yet at least… anyways, i’m going to your brother’s house today to check up on him, your mom says he wont talk to anyone… i hope he’ll talk to me. i love you, baby, i miss you.

february 3rd, 2025 - 6:39pm

i dreamt of you last night, it was the first time i’ve gotten more than a single hour of sleep since you… since you left. you were there like you have been ever since i met you in that practice room so long ago. you remember that, right? when you dropped hyuck off and i spilled my soda on you? yeah, we were back there. you told me not to worry, that everything is fine. it felt different than it did before, though, because you were crying and holding my face like you do when you try to make things better… nothing is fine, yn. you’re gone, and a world without you simply cannot be anything but fucking awful. 

february 3rd, 2025 - 6:45pm

oh, and i forgot. i went to see hyuck but i didn’t get him to talk… he was on your childhood bed, the one with the pink covers… he hasn’t gotten out of your room for anything but the bathroom, so your parents are very worried. i’m gonna try to make it better, okay? i’ll help him because i know it’s destroying you to watch this from up there… i love you, always.

february 5th, 2025 - 6:33pm

hey, my love. i just got off the phone with my superior… he said i can stay home and we’ll issue when i can resume my service. i begged him to let me go back, you know… i need to be okay, i need to be busy so i don't think about you every second of every day; but he said i need to grieve in peace, so now i'm stuck here again. i’m staying with doyoung because every time i step foot at our house i feel like i’m dying inside, although i told him it’s because it’s closer to your parents, just in case they need me. i know he knows the truth, but i have to be strong, you know? they all lost you too. i love you, ill talk to you soon.

february 7th, 2025 - 3:56am

why did you have to leave me, yn? why did you decide to walk when you knew hyuck could take you to work? why on earth did you do that? i’m so mad, not only at you, but at everything. i’m mad because you shouldn’t have walked, i’m mad because some fucking asshole decided to drunk drive at five in the fucking afternoon. i’m mad because i wasn’t there… i should’ve been there to push you out of the way and then maybe it would be you sitting here at home feeling like nothing makes any sense anymore. you should be here, with me, dancing around the kitchen like we always did when we got drunk. now i’m dancing with a fucking ghost… i love you so much, but i’m so fucking mad at the world for making you leave me.

february 7th, 2025 - 6:47pm

hey angel… uhm, i’m sorry for this morning, i was really drunk and everything kind of came crashing down on me… i’m cleaning up right now because i left a mess when i came back. i shattered the coffee cup and your lipstick is gone, which made me cry like a fucking baby… i also found my old zeppelin shirt, the one you stole the first night you ever slept over. i remember you sent me a picture of you wearing it the day of the accident, it’s even my wallpaper still… but yeah, i miss you, baby, and i’m not mad at you.

february 20th, 2025 - 6:32pm

hi baby, sorry i haven’t reached out in so long, i’ve been busy trying to get my shit together… i talked to your brother today, i finally got him out of the house and we went to the park. we ate those coconut ice creams you liked so much and sat by fred the statue, hyuck cried the entire time. we talked about you, all the happy memories and how fucking funny you were, always cheering us up in our worst moments… we also talked about the big fight we had when he found out we were dating. remember that? he tried to fist fight me when he was 14 even though i was so much bigger than him. i guess he was right then, though. we were too young and dumb to know things like love. but I know better now, and i have loved you ever since the very first second i saw your pretty face.

march 17th, 2025 - 6:57pm

hello, baby, long time no see… i just got out of your memorial… your parents asked me to talk because neither of them can bring themselves to, so i did and i don't think i’ve ever looked as pathetic in my life… i can’t stop crying, even now that it’s long over… everyone was here, you know, even sion and them. i think you would’ve hated it, you always despised seeing people cry… i’m taking hyuck to our house tonight. he said he needs to be surrounded by you, so he’ll stay with me until we’re both better. you should see him now, how disarmed he is… it scares me a lot, what if i don’t do as good of a job at cheering him up as you would’ve? i mean, i can’t even get myself to stop feeling like i’m being crushed, how the fuck am i supposed to help him?... i don’t know, but i promise i’ll figure it out. i love you, ynnie, forever always.

april 27th, 2025 - 6:35pm

hey ynnie, i’m back here again… it’s been four months since you left, and i’m beginning to think it won’t get better. i thought i was, really, that’s why i stopped calling. but i went out with the guys today, and yuta broke down because he saw your name in his contacts… we all miss you so fucking much, yn. it feels like a huge part of life is missing without you by my side and it’s drowning me. i feel like i’m holding onto you like an anchor in the middle of the ocean, but i don’t want to let go… i don’t know how to. i miss you every single day; when i walk through the market, when i clean, when i watch tv. you’re fucking everywhere, and i don’t know how to appreciate that yet, it just makes me feel worse than i already do. still, it’s not your fault… nothing ever was and now nothing ever will be. i love you, just as much as i always have. 

may 16th, 2025 - 6:46pm

hey, my love. uhm, this will be the last message for a while, okay? i started going to the therapist, and he said it might be better for me to find another outlet than this one… i think he might be right, i don’t know what i’ll do the day this number gets reassigned… anyways, i wanted to let you know, even when i know you’re watching me from wherever you are. i love you, yn. i want you to know that even if you’re not here for me to tell you. i love you, i love you, i love you, i will never stop loving you.

january 27th, 2026 - 6:48pm

hey, ynnie… it’s been a while, huh? i know you’re probably scolding me from up there for calling this number again after so long, but i need you to understand me on this one. i don’t call with hopes that you’ll answer anymore, i gave up on that a long time ago… i found other ways to talk to you, and i’m sure you know that because i’ve seen the way your star flickers sometimes when i go talk to you every night. everything is better, as you know. haechan is back on his feet, he’s touring again with dream… he’s shining again, and i know it’s because you’re right by his side… your parents are better too, your dad is smiling again. everybody's learning how to live without you, even though we hate it so much… anyways, it’s very fitting that you sent that new dance coach today, she kind of reminds me of you. the boy’s said the same thing, too. still, she’s not you. and i know that’s not fair, no one could ever be you or even close… but still, it makes me miss you even more... dancing is starting to make me happy again, though my feet don't dance like they did with you... well, this turned into a pretty long message, i’m sorry for that, i’ll leave you to it and talk to you tonight, okay? i love you so much, rest well my love.

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Lover, You Should’ve Come Over (1/7)

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Chapter 1 - The time you needed help to breathe (Read on AO3)

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Chapter summary: The mission where everything went wrong.

The Dockyard - April 15th 2027 - 11:34pm

You aren’t a psychic. You don’t have any enhanced senses, no visions of the future or any tip off that this mission is wrong, nothing to explain the gnawing feeling in your stomach that there was something you were missing - almost as if you had left a house and forgotten to turn off the stove.

At least you had three teammates interrogating you to keep your mind off the very important and possibly world threatening mission that requires your complete undivided focus. 

“Can we not talk about this right now?” This conversation was bound to give you a migraine later. 

Over the last year of being a team, you’d dealt with your fair share of odd pre-mission chats, ranging from what you would all eat for dinner that night to what cutlery object best represented each of your teammates (you ended up getting a teaspoon for that one.)

Today’s topic was last week's fundraiser in the Watchtower penthouse, or rather the events after the party, and the fact you hadn’t been seen with Bob in a week. Something you were all too keen to forget and had spent the last few days hiding from - on the top of your game at ignoring. That was until John brought it up, like a dog that had latched onto something it definitely shouldn’t have in its mouth, and was refusing to let go of. 

“I’m just saying, something must have happened, otherwise you wouldn’t be avoiding Bobby.” John's hands are flying out in the small space that was the back of the transport truck.

You wonder if it would kill you if you jumped out the rear door right now, if the pavement would be softer than the stares of John, Bucky, and Ava.

“You guys are like glued to each other, it’s weird, you even cheat the rest of us at monopoly together.”

“I do not cheat, Walker!” The protest flies out of your mouth as you bolt upright, jabbing a finger to his armoured chest. “Maybe you just aren’t as smart as you think you are.”

He scoffs as Ava nods beside him and Bucky shrugs in semi-agreement beside you.

A sharp turn from Alexei makes the truck swerve sharply, and you curse as you all jostle around. Your teammate in the front seat throws around some colourful words about another driver on the road. They were Russian, but he’d been teaching you some of the basics (mainly curse words).

“Hey- my advice was good advice.” John lowers his voice, which does absolutely nothing given you’re all squished together in the back of the truck. 

“You gave her advice?” Bucky pipes up next to you, growing more interested in the conversation. 

John and his big mouth. 

“Yes - good advice.” John says at the same time you shake your head in denial.

“It wasn’t.” You grumble, checking the display on your tablet to see you were just rounding the corner to the docks. At least you would be able to escape in about thirty seconds.

“On monopoly?” Ava chimes in, just as confused as Bucky. 

“What?” You look up at her beside John. 

“No, at…” You glare at John for putting you in this position. Not just with having to explain this to your other teammates, but also the situation you’ve been pushing down with Bob. 

You didn’t need this situation explained, or dragged back up, you needed to pull the covers over it and put it to sleep, preferably a heavily medicated one, leaning more towards a borderline coma.

“Uh- Marriage. Yknow- cause they’re friends, kind of like being married-“

God he was an idiot, why had you even listened to his advice. Ten more seconds, you could do this.

“Well you didn’t have a successful marriage, Walker.”

Your foot was tapping on the floor now as Bucky taunts John, at least taking the focus away from you. Yes, let’s all beat the dead horse of John's ex-marriage again instead. 

“That’s what I said!” The van pulls to a stop with your exclamation, and the weight settles back into your chest when Alexei calls out jovially that you were here. 

The paralysing anxiety returns in full force, telling you to stay in the truck, to run and not look back. 

That wasn’t an option - maybe it would have been two years ago, but not now - not when you had teammates who relied on you.

In the few seconds it takes to pull yourself back together, to manually force slow breaths into your lungs, Ava’s already phased backwards out of the truck wall and John is throwing open the door into the cool night air with a grumble of ‘at least I was married’. Even Alexei has abandoned the van before you to get to the larger truck that waited nearby. 

Bucky’s slower to leave, perhaps just as hesitant as you, but if he was, he didn’t voice it.

“Time to go, I’ll see you in there.” He breaks you out of your stupor.

You nod quickly, dismissing him before giving any hint that you felt something wasn’t right. Missions were for strategy, for skill… not superstition.

Everything would be fine.

“Right.” You follow him out of the truck, and follow your individual planned route into the warehouse. It was a simple building, nothing out of the ordinary with warm spotlights on the outside like some sort of beacon calling to you, but it still knocked the breath from you.

Eyes on the ground then, keep pushing forward, get the mission over with and go home. 

You enter from the west, checking the cameras had been disabled by Yelena before your arrival, and you hiss at the groan the heavy door makes when you slip inside. 

Praying none of the gunmen heard that, you stay low and make a beeline for the nearest shipping container, beginning your daunting ascent up the side, using the door handles as some sort of a climbing wall.

You’re almost to the top of the pile, trying not to pant from the effort of climbing when Bucky’s voice buzzes to life in your ear.

“Thought you could escape this conversation?” 

You groan internally as you scale the final container.

“Conversations over Bucky, there’s nothing left to say.” You heave yourself over the edge, finally relaxing now you knew you weren’t at risk of falling to your death. 

You focus on trying not to make any banging noise on the metal as you crawled towards the centre, one jump and you were sliding yourself onto the roof beam that joined to a shaky metal walkway. Why would people in a warehouse even need to walk this high - and why on earth wasn't there a single gunman up here? 

All of your muscles tense up, ready for a fight as you slink across the walkway and drop down to the next beam, almost where you were needed.

“Hey, team channel,” John snips at both of you. “Keep it quiet, you’re gonna blow it.”

“You’re the one who started it.” You grumble back, but it goes unanswered.

Eyes raking over the warehouse, you settle into position on a rusted metal beam above the gunmen as you take stock of everything around you - again. 

There were shipping containers, and according to a pre-mission briefing over the intel, they contained biological weapons, some sort of drug in large quantities. The shiny new Valentina-funded-equipment had in fact confirmed there was liquid and powder within the crates. 

Just ahead of you is a crane, powered down, with a cable leading straight down to the group below. You count the people again - two times. 

But why? Why take the hostages? Why bring it into New York and not somewhere more inconspicuous? It makes no sense. 

Your name being called in your earpiece breaks the focus you had on ‘scary gunman with a moustache number four’.

“Are you in position?” Bucky’s voice is quiet, crackly and you frown at the static interference that echoed, like something was blocking it. 

“Yes.” You keep your reply short.

Although you don’t lock eyes with Yelena, you know that she’s seen you, a smirk on her face as she bickers with ‘scary gunman number six’. She sits at the front of the group of hostages, twenty three of them to be exact, a combination of docks workers and people the gunmen had just pulled off the street, somehow knowing your team would show up to stop whatever deal was about to go down. 

The men were growing increasingly arrogant, thinking that they had the upper hand after capturing Yelena. (Capturing being a rather loose term given that it was on purpose.) 

“Stay on the beam until I give the signal, Ava will close in on the leader and draw the gunfire once she’s dealt with the group guarding the rear entrance. Then John will come in and help Yelena get the hostages to Alexei while me and you deal with the men guarding the crates.”

All of the moisture in your mouth seems to have been redirected to your skin instead, causing your suit to stick to you, suddenly tighter. Your heart is now picking up too as the nauseating uncertainty grows, like a snake unlocking its jaw - preparing to eat you whole. You do another scan of the warehouse, mapping out the floor plan yet again in your mind. 

If anything - anything at all - goes wrong and an exit gets blocked, the death tally would be high. Too high.

“That’s too much time wasted, Bucky.” You shake your head even though he can’t see you from his position amongst the containers. 

“The hostages are safe, the targets aren’t agitated, they’re fine.” His voice rings back casually, less crackly the closer he’s moving to your position, he sounds like he’s done this a million times. He probably has. 

“What if the buyers show up earlier- what if-“ The anxiety is slithering around your chest now, sliding over your throat and squeezing, choking you. You weren’t even sure you’d been able to breathe properly since the party last week. No, you couldn’t think about that right now, couldn’t think of him-

“Stop talking, you’ll give away your position!” John hisses at you both over the comms.

Readying yourself to fire back a snide comment and point out how he’s the loudest of the three of you, the crackle of a radio snaps your focus back to below. 

A code word, an order you guessed -  going by the way the group nods at each other.

Voices filter into your ears, but you don’t listen, eyes fixed on the scene below you as the dominos fall, sparking a series of events. 

One of them raises their gun at Yelena, steady and sure, and your body moves of its own accord.

You should have stayed in the van - you should have run. Like you always did. 

Air rushes past you as you all but launch yourself off the beam. Your shoulder was almost wrenched from its socket and leather gloves burned from friction when you grasp onto the cable dangling from the crane. 

In seconds you’re sliding down, straight into the middle of the fight. 

You knew Yelena was gonna give you shit later for the superhero landing when you dropped in front of her, tearing out your earpiece to rid your ears of Bucky and John's protests. 

The gnawing has turned into full blown panic that claws at your insides when the group didn't even look that phased by your presence. 

Something was missing. 

Their calmness is at least short lived when Ava phases through one of the containers behind them and Bucky rounds the corner, closing in on the group from both sides. They were trapped.  

“This was not in the plan!” Yelena huffs as she throws herself onto her feet. She’s shouting instructions to the group of hostages to follow her as she slices her restraints on the sharp edge of a nearby container, strangely she was the only one bound out of the group.

“New plan!” You call back, dodging a fist. 

The buzzing in your skull calms down, and a small part of you is frantic with hope that this was it, that it really was this simple. You would take down the gunmen, free the hostages, and the biological weapons would go deep underground in a storage unit. 

Sure, later you might get a verbal beating from Bucky, maybe you would actually sit with Bob on the outer balcony of the tower as you relayed the events to him over some hot chocolate, like you had wanted to every night since the party last week. Maybe you would stop avoiding him once you get back to the tower.

But of course, it’s never that easy. 

A shot grazes past your left side, nothing more than a dull thud in your ribs as parts of your armoured vest scatter across the floor, but the metallic clink of a bullet falling on concrete, or lodging in a metal container, isn’t heard amongst it. 

Has it embedded in the second layer of armour underneath? Or straight into another one of your scary numbered gunmen but you just missed it hitting? Or- 

Agony. Searing like hot oil and spreading. 

Apparently a gunshot wound was one of those things that got worse with time; the spark that ended up turning into a forest fire. A scream crawls up your throat so fast that you choke on it. 

Part of you has always assumed getting shot would be like a firework, a sharp burst of light that popped and crackled in your body but would then lessen. 

That part of you could not have been more wrong. 

If anything, that initial impact was the easiest part, the least painful. It reminds you of one of the punches Bucky would land on you in the training room when you moved too slow in the morning, dulled at first by sleep, but then the pain grew throughout the day and forced you to rest.

Your adrenaline is the only thing helping you to keep your mind from focusing directly on it, to stop yourself being led astray from the mission.

Clutching together every ounce of self control, you keep yourself helping Ava and Bucky take down the gunmen one by one, whilst Yelena and a rather pissed off John get the hostages outside into the thankfully larger waiting transport driven by Alexei. 

You try not to think about your screw up, about John’s angry voice over the earpiece moments ago when you disobeyed Bucky’s orders, you could deal with it later. 

You try not to let the pain in your ribs distract you from the mission objective, to save the hostages. To take down the criminals and secure the biological weapons.

You really try. 

Despite your best efforts, by the time you’ve taken just one of the men down, Bucky and Ava have already managed six between them. Each punch you’re throwing seems to have less impact on the second man you’ve turned to. He’s deflecting them effortlessly as your movements grow more sluggish, doomed by blood loss to be uncoordinated.

Unlike the majority of the team, you aren’t blessed with any special powers or enhancements that will grant you the upper hand. No, all you have is vigorous training and a fancy suit that has shattered with a single well aimed, or simply lucky, bullet.

All of your self criticism is proved right now that you were already bleeding more than the second man you’re trying to take on, and a shadowy figure manifests at the edge of your vision, seemingly out of nowhere. 

You have no time to turn before something hard is slammed into your temple. 

“Bucky, get her!” Ava’s voice is the last thing you hear before the ringing sets in, muffling everything else. An explosion could probably go off and you’d have no idea. 

It isn’t the hit that bothered you so much as the immediate sickness, and the sudden darkness clouding the world that caused the floor to rush up to meet you. You barely feel the impact of this either at first, much like the bullet, only the wet crunch inside you as your already shattered ribs give way under pressure. 

Only a few beats of your heart pass before a body lands in front of your face, mirroring your own position, and going by the blood on the end of his rifle that was also now trickling down your face; you’re willing to bet this was the shadowy figure. 

You shouldn’t care about his unimpressive stature, that he wasn’t even the biggest or most agile looking of the group that you had assessed, meaning he had simply got lucky in your moment of weakness. 

No, what you should be more concerned with is the fact you can’t draw a breath. You understand now what a fish must feel like out of water, lips parting and closing, but no air passing them. Only something wet and metallic tasting. 

“Are you okay? Hey! Oh shit, no, no no …”

A man’s voice echoes in your ear so quietly that you wonder if you’re imagining the way it ebbs in and of that muffled ringing out like a weak radio signal, your only reassurance being that if it was another gunman talking, you would surely be as dead as the hollow eyes you currently stared into. 

They were open, unblinking, and reflected red in the blood creeping towards you, until they’re replaced by the terrified ones of Bucky’s.

His are blue, but not the same ones you’re currently thinking of as more of the hot, metallic, tar bubbled past your lips. 

He’s speaking but he’s so, so far away. 

You couldn’t stop your mind drifting elsewhere, somewhere more pleasant, as you struggle to respond to Bucky, who’s turning you onto your back. Instead, there’s a memory from just three weeks before playing out in your very painful head of you and the only non-present member of the team. 

“I can’t believe we’re up so early, I thought this was supposed to be ‘relaxing’.” Bob complained as you practically pulled him from your bed, clothes as dishevelled as they had been the night before when he let himself in as part of a familiar routine when he couldn’t sleep.  

“Yeah well, Alexei’s the one who suggested team yoga, complain at him.” You grumbled in response. 

In your hazy dream, Bob’s stormy blue eyes are meeting yours across a gym, lips pulled into a lopsided smirk as they mouthed the words ‘breathe’ in the time with a yoga instructor that had been more amusing than calming. 

You remember fighting back that smile at his attempts to make you laugh, but all you can do is grimace now when more of that searing pain bursts along your side, tearing you from your thoughts.

“You better wake up, doll, or he’s probably gonna kill me and half the damn world.” 

A bare palm taps the side of your face, harsh, and it makes a wet noise, sticky liquid left behind on your cheek.

If you had any energy left in your body to gag on that same blood bubbling in your throat, you would. But there’s no fight in you, you can’t writhe in pain, or claw back, you’re just limp. An attack dog that’s served its purpose and now needs to be put down, unable to continue at the only thing it was good for - what it was made for - to fight.

“No, don’t you dare go there, you aren’t giving up, I’m not letting you.” 

Bucky’s grunt pulls you back to the land of the living once more the moment you begin to drift away, and unfortunately to your body, the place where all your pain is. 

“There you are.” Bucky’s still frowning when your eyes are forced onto him, but his voice is relieved. 

“John’s got a car, we’re gonna get you back to the tower, you’ll be fine, I need you to try and take shallow breaths.”

It burns. It’s like someone’s snuck their hand inside you to grip your left lung and make it disobey you. 

You want to hate Bucky for making you try it when the hot tears slide down your face from the edges of your eyes, the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of any of them. If you were going out, you were trained to die quietly, with dignity.

But nothing about bleeding out on a warehouse floor was dignified. Nor was it fair. Not when you had left so much of yourself back at the tower after years of refusing to take root. Shame fills you for thinking you could ever be more than what you have always been, for thinking you could have more. 

For thinking you could have…

“Bucky… she doesn’t look good.” A worried voice, paired to an equally scared face only makes you want to shy further into yourself. To hide yourself away like some dying animal. 

Bucky heaves you up, into his arms, and you can’t even draw enough breath to beg him to let you slip back into that quietness with Bob. All that you can manage is some choked, wet noise.

“Don’t. Ava.” Those are the last words you’re able to actually hear before everything goes quiet. 

You were stupid, so very stupid. Stupid for not running, stupid for not listening, stupid for not fighting well enough, stupid for taking Johns advice. 

Your earlier prayers to return to your dreams instead are answered in the worst way possible when your memory twists, imaginary Bob’s mouth repeating that final word instead as Bucky’s terrified eyes flicker across your vision for the last time.  Fluorescent lights and metal beams moving past his head, faster and faster until you see stars above him.

You like the stars, like the way they make you feel at home - laying on the landing pad of the watchtower as you squinted up through light pollution and tried to tell the planes apart from the celestial jewels - but you were missing something now. You weren’t sure what it was, but you felt like it should be laying next to you.

Bucky’s saying something to you, mouth forming your name, but you only hear one thing over and over.

Stupid.

You don’t need Bucky’s pressure on your wound, or his concerned shouts of your name as he carries you when your eyes roll back, you would be okay. 

You just

Need

To

Breathe.

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