#( anyway back to your normal scheduled saturday night )

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

Haven't done one of these in a while. Just been blah lately. Life is just trucking along. No work really. I've been finishing up tax/accounting stuff. (。-ω-)ﾉ

Had a huge fight with Dad (the parents, but mom was mostly trying to mediate, ha) about money and jobs. Boomers obviously have no clue about the job market, especially here. You can't just "network" and get a job. And a lot of employers don't want to hire someone who's had/has their own business. Sigh... I'm sofa king tired of life sometimes. (;*´Д`)ﾉ

Leeloo continues to be a nut, but she's also adorable.o(^・x・^)o

Trying to stay positive in this environment is so hard, especially after this week. And when you're not really a positive person anyway, ugh. Yeah...(⑅ ‘﹃’ )

I really hate that the supportive TV families that I watched growing up messed me up. Because I don't have that.（’-’*)

It's been really rainy here lately. I like it because at least it matches the mood/vibe I've got going on. (︶︹︺)

[archangeldyke-all]

https://www.tumblr.com/archangeldyke-all/752853003646746624/are-you-still-writing-ceo-sev-requests

Yesss so with Sevika’s work suits she wears those button up shirts you know, and one morning reader decides to just throw on one that Sev left on the floor before going to start breakfast.

When Sev sees reader in her shirt that is completely huge on her she basically folds and jumps on her right then and there in the kitchen. You can add smut if you want 😭

GOD fuck

men and minors dni

yesterday was friday. most fridays, you and sevika manage to sneak out of work an hour early-- you purposely scheduling her to be free by the end of the day-- so you can get a head start on your weekend.

but yesterday, both of you were at the office 'til 10 pm, renewing contracts for the upcoming year and making international calls with investors just waking up on the other side of the world.

so when you got home instead of your usual split bottle of wine and friday movie night, you both just stripped down, too tired to even crawl in your pajamas, and flopped into bed.

you blink awake now as the sun rises on a beautiful summer saturday, and turn over in your bed to admire your snoring wife.

she's adorable. you reach out and gently swipe up the trail of drool sliding down her cheek, and her face twitches a bit at your touch.

while you were there by her side all night last night-- she was the one actually reading and filling out the paperwork; and talking in the meetings. you spent your time on her couch, occasionally taking a note for her, but mostly just scrolling through vacation destinations for your upcoming anniversary. so sevika was a lot more tired than you were last night.

so now, you sneak carefully out of bed, not wanting to wake her before she's well rested. you pull the covers up over her chest and kiss her forehead, and her lips twitch in a subconscious smile before she returns to her loud snores.

you grab the closest thing you can find to cover yourself-- the pink and white pinstriped linen button up she'd worn under her suit yesterday-- and button a few buttons to keep it closed around you as you walk to the kitchen, mentally planning a nice weekend breakfast for your wife.

you flick on the radio, quiet soft jazz filling the air as you examine your cabinets and fridge shelves, checking the ingredients you have to work with.

you pull out butter, flour, eggs and sausage, setting them on the counter before gathering all the bowls and measuring spoons you'll need.

sevika sleeps close 'til noon on the weekends, so you can take your time, soaking in the rising sun as it filters through the penthouse, dancing and swaying to the music of sevika's favorite radio channel.

you start by frying up the sausages. once you're done, you transfer the cooked meat onto a plate, throw it in the microwave to keep it warm, and start a roux in the sausage-grease pan.

from there, it's just a matter of stirring in the milk and spices, making sure to add more pepper than you normally would-- though you're certain sevika will still ask for the shaker.

as the gravy thickens, you start making some simple biscuts-- just flour butter and milk kneaded into little clumps and thrown into the oven.

you're scrambling eggs when sevika wakes up. you can hear her huff and shuffle out of bed into the en-suite from the kitchen, and you grin as you listen to her start her morning routine.

it's these little domestic moments that make all the late nights worth it. listening to the sound of sevika brushing her teeth as you fix her a plate of biscuts, eggs, and sausage-- pouring the gravy over it all, just like she likes it.

and then, when two plates are ready and waiting on the table, you get to work cutting up orange slices to give your plates at least a little color. you look up in time to watch sevika stumble out of the bedroom clad only in her boxers and rubbing her eyes.

you choke back a giggle at her crazy bed-head, and then laugh anyways when sevika finally opens her eyes and they nearly bug out of her head at the sight in front of her.

"goodmorning, baby." you greet. sevika grins. pride swells in your chest at the sight. "go ahead, sit and start, i'll be right there with fruit and coffee." you say.

sevika doesn't head toward the table, though. instead, she rounds the counter and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you into her chest. you grin up at her.

"i haven't brushed my teeth yet." you warn her. she huffs, then swoops in to kiss you anyways. you hum against her lips, giggling when her hands start to bunch up her shirt over your hips to grope your ass.

"you're in my shirt." she mumbles against your lips.

you chuckle. "your food's on the table." you remind her.

"you're in my shirt." she whines, kissing your neck. you laugh.

sevika's possessiveness isn't exactly subtle. usually it manifests as one of her hands on you at in public, or her matching the colors of her outfit to match yours. sometimes, it comes out like this too.

you're surprised to find that she finds you in her shirt more exciting than breakfast. white gravy and biscuits is her favorite.

"food's gonna get cold." you whimper as she turns you around and backs you up against the counter.

sevika chuckles and shrugs, shoving a leg between your. "thank god we gotta microwave." she mumbles. you giggle, threading your fingers through her hair. "fuck, you look so fuckin' good in my clothes." she grunts as she starts pulling your hips back and forth on her thigh. she's rock hard against your hip, her tits pressed your chest as she kisses you.

"s-sevika..." you whine.

"cum on my thigh, baby, lemme make you feel good. 's my thank you for breakfast." she mumbles. you giggle-moan, then lean forward to press your lips to your wife's as she continues to slide your wet cunt on her bare thigh. "you're so fuckin' wet." she groans.

"s-sev--" you gasp.

"give it to me baby. then we can eat, then i can fuck you while you do the dishes in my shirt."

you whimper. "y-you do the d-dishes." you grunt. sevika snorts.

"fine. you can wear my shirt 'n fuck me while i do the dishes." she offers. you nod and then cum to seal the deal. sevika laughs, peppering kisses all over your face and neck as you shiver apart in her arms. "there you go, baby."

sevika holds you until you catch your breath, but once she's sure you can stand on your own she gives you a breath taking kiss and then sprints to the table-- a grin on her face as she digs into her food. you burst into laughter.

"'s so fuckin' good, tha'k y' s'much." sevika mumbles around her bite.

"don't choke." you plea. she shoots you a wink, and you roll your eyes fondly before you go back to cutting orange slices.

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[bloodorangesoup]

Kinktober '23 Day 2 - First Time (SVT Mingyu)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: a lot of build up, first time (tbh i didn’t address this much 😭), a lil breast sucking, desperate reader, oral (f. receiving), riding, unprotected sex (lets pretend ur on the pill), slight praise, creampie, slight perv gyu but with respect and some tlc 😌

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I can never just write a short story can I? Dammit. Anyways, pls send requests!

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The rain pattering against the window muffled the busy streets. It was a Saturday in Seoul, meaning the traffic wouldn’t die down until late at night. The air outside was frigid and wet, but you found comfort inside, the heater turned up just enough to feel cozy without a blanket. 

“Yah, its kinda hot in here, isn’t it Gyu?” You pulled on the collar of your sweatshirt and turned your head to face him. He sat on the other end of the small couch, legs stretched and on your lap. 

“A bit I guess, do you want me to turn down the heater?” He questioned, head tilting against the top of the cushion. 

“No, no. That’s okay, it’ll just get cold if you do. I’m gonna go change really quick.” You gently pushed his legs off your lap, making his body turn straight. Mingyu sat up on the couch, sitting normally as he continued watching the show streaming on the TV. 

A few minutes passed, Mingyu felt stupid for feeling this way but he had already begun to miss your company. His fingers itched to have you back in his hold. Nights in were rare for you two, his schedule constantly requiring him to be everywhere at once. Most nights he had off he had somewhere new to be early in the morning, preventing any real quality time together. 

“Y/n-ahhhh,” Mingyu whined. "Where are youuuu?" His head fell back against the couch, feeling more impatient with each second. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He heard your voice grow louder as you walked back towards the living room, your footsteps echoed down the hall as you approached. “Feeling impatient tonight huh?” Your voice was back in the room with him. He opened his eyes and lifted his head off the couch.

“Finally-” his comment was exaggerated but died in his throat once his gaze landed on you. He knew you were changing but he wasn’t expecting you to be wearing such, well, little amount of clothes. Your sweatshirt still hung off your body, but your sweatpants had been replaced by what Mingyu assumed to be the tiniest shorts to ever exist. The shorts covered your ass just enough, but the trim was loose and frilly, exposing the bottom of your cheeks when you walked. You were technically still pretty covered up, which is why you couldn’t understand why Mingyu was looking at you with such a stunned expression. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand either. Mingyu was a 26 year old man, he was no stranger to seeing a woman’s body. Yet the sight of seeing so much leg right in front of him ignited something in his brain. 

You sat back down to his right. Deciding to be a tease, you swung your legs over his lap, scooting closer to his side. Your arms rose to rest on his shoulders, your head falling against his chest as you looked back toward the TV. Mingyu’s right arm wrapped around your back to secure you. His left hand landed on your calf, rubbing up and down to your knee. You sighed, enjoying the contact, and Mingyu found it increasingly hard to concentrate on the plot of the show. His eyes looked down to your leg. He stared at your thighs and his hand slowly ran higher. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he felt you shift. 

“I still feel hot,” you huffed. 

“Why don’t you take off your sweatshirt, baby?” Mingyu rubbed your side. His curiosity piqued when you looked away embarrassed. It clicked in his brain, “Oh. Are you, like, not wearing anything under?” 

“No, I am. I just, I’m not wearing a bra,” your voice quiet at that last part. You continued to look everywhere but at him as you felt his thumb rub the skin on your thigh. “You know, I just- we just never...” You could feel the heat creep up your neck and to your face.

Mingyu wanted to make you feel comfortable, but there wasn’t any choice. He could already imagine what you looked like underneath the sweatshirt and it was sending heat down his body. He should have offered you his shirt, or gone to turn down the heater, but it was too late and he was already thinking with his other head. 

“I know,” he cooed. A slight pout formed on his lips, his eyes opening to feign innocence. “It’s okay, baby.” His right hand was now rubbing the bottom of your thigh, fingertips gracing the hem of your shorts. His other hand toyed with the bottom of your sweatshirt. “Take it off,” he whispered. Your eyes were glued to his as you nodded. Reaching down, you slowly lifted the sweatshirt off your torso. For a moment, it covered your head and your arms were raised to lift it off your shoulders. Mingyu sneaked a glance down and let out a groan at the sight. Your boobs sat beautifully in your top, the low hemline exposing your cleavage. You softly grunted as you tried to untangle your arms from the sleeves, breaking Mingyu from his trance. He helped you get it off and you let out a sigh from the exertion. 

The air was thick. Even though it was just you and Mingyu you felt a million eyes on your body. Mingyu cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from your chest and looking up to meet your eyes. This was foreign territory for the two of you, but you had to admit that the way he was looking at you was turning you on. There was a hunger in his eyes and it was clear he was trying hard to fight it for your sake. He pulled you close, retaining the previous position you both held. His hand continued stroking your thigh and the urge to cup your ass was tearing him up inside. He had no idea what was going on in the show anymore despite his hard stare at the TV. His right hand slid up and down your waist, coming up higher every time until it was resting over your ribs, right under your boobs.

You let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop the torture or to manhandle you like you knew he wanted to. You felt pressure under your thigh and it took a moment for it to register to you that he was growing hard under your legs. Mingyu’s fingers itched to take hold of your breast. To squeeze them and bury his face in between them. His grip on your thigh tightened and he bit his lip hard. 

He shook his head. 

“You should get off me, y/n.” He exhaled, his body attempting to slip from under yours. “We haven’t- I can’t control myself right now. Just sit next to me and gimme a minute.”

You grabbed hold of his bicep. 

“No.”

“No?” He looked at you incredulously. 

“No, yes, wait- just,” you shook your head. Before you could understand what you were doing you shuffled forward and straddled his lap. You held eye contact, testing the waters. He just looked back confused. The two of you had made out before, this wasn’t the first time you’ve ever sat on his lap like this. But never with your boobs pressed up against his chest like this, never with such little fabric separating your body from his. Slowly, you sat down, gasping when you felt his erection press up against your clothed cunt. 

Mingyu’s hands held your waist to steady you, or to press you harder against him. He didn’t know which course of action to take yet. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kissed him. As you leaned into the kiss your clit rubbed over his hard on and you moaned into his mouth. It was like something broke in you. All the waiting, all the desire, all the heat. You started moving back and forth grinding on him. He groaned into the kiss, his grip tightened on your waist in an attempt to stop your movements. Taking hold of the back of his hand, you intertwined your fingers and slid it up your body to cup your right breast. You squeezed over his hand, allowing him to feel you. Mingyu broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“What has gotten into you?” he panted. His mind was foggy. He didn’t want to stop but he wasn’t sure this was the right time for it to be the first time. 

“Please, Gyu,” you whined. A trail of kisses started at his cheek, moving its way down to his adam’s apple. You continued to press his hand against your chest and he could feel you take grasp of his other hand. He knew what was coming so he took hold of your wrist.

“Y/n-”

“Please, Gyu, please,” you continued grinding over his aching cock. He could feel the precum leaking in his boxers. 

“Y/n,” he said sternly this time. It caught your attention. You looked back up at him, eyes desperate. 

“I’m ready, Mingyu. Please, I don’t know what it is. I need you so bad. Just touch me. Please.” 

He stared at you for a moment waiting for you to take it back. To realize this was a mistake. But your breathing just got harder as you tried to move against him. 

“Okay, okay baby,” he whispered. He found his voice, “Come here.”

He pulled you in for a kiss, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced together sending a sensation down both your bodies. Now that you were both on the same page, you took hold of his other hand and moved it to your chest. This time he squeezed on his own accord, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin. His body took over, his hips jerking up to continue grinding against you. He could feel the heat radiating off your core, it made him dizzy.

Kissing down your jaw, he bit at your collar bones, leaving marks down the way. You leaned back, giving him access to your chest. He continued squeezing you, watching as he pushed your tits together and let them drop. Lowering his face to the valey of your breasts, he pushed them together again, losing himself in the feeling of your soft tits suffocating him. 

“Can I?” His fingers came to the neckline of your tank top.

“Please.”

He didn’t hesitate, pulling down your top and letting your breasts spill out over it. 

“Fuck, fuck baby” he muttered grabbing at your bare tits. His index fingers passed over your nipples and you gasped. He watched as they hardened under his touch. Mingyu squeezed your left breast, pushing your nipple up so he could take it into his mouth. He sucked on it feverishly, as if all this time this was exactly where he needed to be. He continued playing with your other breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and finger. He moaned as your hand raked through the hair at the nape of his neck. He released your nipple, moving to the other and giving it kitten licks. Reaching around you, his large hands gripped your ass, pushing you forward and pulling you back over his dick. 

“Ah, Gyu, I need you, please.” You gripped his hair, pulling him away from your tits. 

“Need what, baby?”

“Not now, Gyu. Please,” you whined.

“No, really. I need you to tell me what you need right now.” 

“I need you in me,” you pleaded.

“How do you want me?” He looked at you expectantly. You grew impatient. 

“Fuck, Gyu. Just, take your clothes off. Please.” You got off him quickly, discarding your tank top and pulling down your shorts.Then you stopped. Mingyu threw off his shirt. Before he could take off his shorts he noticed your change in demeanor. You looked nervous, a stark contrast from the you that was just humping him like you were in heat. 

“Baby, you okay?” His eyes grew concerned. You fidgeted. 

“Yeah, yeah. I just-”

“We can stop if you want.” He reassured.

“No, Gyu. I just-”

“Don’t think that we have to keep going just cause we-”

“Mingyu, stop.” He fell silent. “I just, you’ve never seen me naked before. We’ve never done this before. I’ve never done this before. I’m just kinda nervous.”

“And you’re sure you want to keep going?” 

You scoff, “Mingyu, did you see how I was like a minute ago?” He laughed. 

“Fine, fine. Come here.” He reached for your hands, pulling you towards him. 

You stood directly in front of him now. He was at the edge of the couch, his chin rested against your stomach as he looked up at you. His hands snaked up your thighs, sliding over your ass and resting on your hips. 

“Can I take these off, pretty?”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded. Hooking his fingers over the waistband, he slowly dragged down your panties. It felt like time was still as he kissed down your legs. His hand carefully lifted your feet to step out of the garment, tossing it to the side. His lips rose to your stomach, kissing around your belly button and pulling a giggle from you. His hands squeezed your ass and he continued leaving kisses further down until he was right above your pussy. His hand ran down your left thigh, lifting it until it rested on his shoulder. His hand moved toward your inner thigh, closer to your core until he could slide his thumb through your folds. He groaned at the feeling. You were so wet. Your breath caught in your throat, staying there until he leaned forward and licked a stripe from your pussy to your clit. You let out a deep moan, reeling from this new feeling. Mingyu felt like he was drunk, he couldn’t get enough of the taste. His hand spread you open as he went in, licking up and down, only interrupted when he would stop to suck on your clit, loving the way you moaned when he would stay there. A finger prodded at your entrance. He slowly pushed it into you, kissing your clit. He kept his finger buried inside you, curling it towards himself and rubbing the ribbed flesh. You gripped his shoulders for stability, jumping as his long fingers hit a spot you had never been able to. 

You backed away from him. His head lifted up, worried he may have gone too far. 

“Are you okay?” his eyes searched for any signs of discomfort. 

You held his face. 

“I’m fucking amazing but right now I need you in me. I can’t wait anymore.” Your hands reached for the waistband of his shorts, pulling his boxers down with them as he lifted his hips. Your eyebrows lifted for a moment, taking in his naked form. Fuck, he is gorgeous. You finally looked down and your mouth fell open. Fuck, he’s big. 

“Like what you see?” His cockiness took you by surprise, a switch from his previous sweetness. 

“Shut up, Kim,” you retorted, pushing his chest. He fell back against the couch, his arms coming up to rest upon the top of the cushions. You held onto his shoulders, positioning your legs on either side of him. You moaned together as his cock came in contact with your pussy, your wetness spreading over him. You slid yourself back and forth over him, preparing yourself for what was to come. He had had enough. 

Mingyu lifted you up, positioning himself at your entrance and pulled you down, slowly filling you up. You hissed at the stretch, face scrunching as you tried to take him. He had a strong grip on your hips, not wanting you to move too quickly and hurt yourself. He felt your pussy squeeze him the whole way down. Even as he was worried for you, he couldn’t deny how fucking good you felt. With a sigh, he bottomed out in you. 

“Feel alright, baby?” Mingyu stroked your cheek. The sweetness back in his face as he studied yours. 

“It’s tight,” you hissed. Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed. You kissed in between them. “It feels good, I just need a sec to adjust.” 

“Yeah, of course, baby, anything you need.” He continued to study you, wanting to make your first time as comfortable as he possibly could. His hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing you through the pain. After a moment you lifted yourself up, feeling empty as his cock pulled out of you. Slowly, you let your body slide back down somewhere halfway before lifting yourself up once again. The repetition of emptiness to fullness turned from pain to pleasure as you began to focus on the feeling of him sliding through you. You bounced directly over him and felt strangely mechanical. You huffed out a breath of frustration, needing more but not knowing exactly what. 

“Baby,” Mingyu lifted you out of your thoughts. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you muttered bashfully. With anyone else you would feel embarrassed, but Mingyu looked at you with such care and adoration you couldn't possibly feel that way with him. 

He let out a small chuckle, “Try this.” His hands guided your hips up and towards him as he pulled your back down. He continued to move you in this rotation, noting the way you moaned every time your clit rubbed against his pelvis. 

“Fuck, Gyu, that feels so good.” You were a mess on top of him. Your body taking control as your mind processed these new sensations. Your back arched when he hit a particularly deep spot and Mingyu took it as an opportunity to keep playing with your tits. He sucked a nipple into his mouth as you used him, your tits bouncing in his face. Mingyu’s mind was running a million miles a minute, he rested his forehead against your chest, your boobs bouncing on either side of his head. He had been wrong earlier, this is exactly where he needed to be. 

“God, y/n,” he huffed out, “you’re so tight. Fuck you’re doing so good for me. Driving me crazy.” he shook his head against your chest, trying to hold out. 

“Ungh, Mingyu” you barely got out in between moans, addicted to the feeling of him filling you up. 

He looked up at you and held your face, bringing you down into a kiss. It was sweet, giving you both a moment of reprieve from the intensity of the night. Mingyu pressed his cheek against yours, whispering in your ear.

“Doing so good, baby. Making me feel so good. Keep going, princess. Make yourself come all over me.” His hands were roaming all over your body, taking in how nice it felt to have you on top of him. 

“Min- agh, fuck. Mingyu I’m so close. I can’t,” you struggled. You were close but you couldn’t quite push yourself there. Sensing you were overworked, he lifted your hands from his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace. 

“I got you, baby, don’t worry. Just hold on, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you come.” His breaths were ragged. His arms reached around your waist to hold you as he began thrusting up into you. You moaned as he moved even faster than you had been previously. You could only hold onto him as he hammered into you, your body convulsing as it reached its peak. 

“I’m gonna come Mingyu, mmmhm, I can’t hold it in,” you were panting in his ear. 

“Let it go baby, fuck, come all over my cock.” He was struggling to keep himself together. Your pleasure being the only motivation for him to hold his own orgasm back.

With a snap of his hips your body jerked as the pleasure took over. Your mind went blank, only being able to feel pleasure rolling through your body. Moans escaped your mouth as your head fell forward on Mingyu’s shoulder. Your pussy was buzzing, pulsating from your orgasm and tensing from Mingyu’s continued thrusts. Your walls fluttered and squeezed him, the final straw that made the burning heat building in Mingyu’s abdomen release. He stilled as his orgasm took over, his balls clenching when you started bouncing on top of him again, riding out his high. He moaned out your name, cursing under his breath. 

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you looked into his eyes, glossed over and fucked. His hand rubbed your back. 

“You did so good, baby. ‘M so proud of you,” he pouted. You giggled at his dramatics.

Pressing a soft kiss to his lips you sighed, “Thank you, Gyu.” You smiled at him. “We should get cleaned up now huh?” You looked down at your bodies, a sheen of sweat covering the both of you. His gaze followed yours, looking at your connected bodies. 

“Yeah, we should. But let's stay here for a bit.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a hug against him, “I don’t wanna leave you yet.” 

You nuzzled your head against his, listening to his steadying breath and the rain against the window.

A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I am taking requests so much sure to check my kinktober masterlist for some inspo!

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dive // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 11 of the series)

genre: office!au, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; oral sex (f. receiving, obviously) // wc: ~2.5k oops

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil minisode part 7 - daylight minisode part 8 - subside minisode part 9 - your princess, my queen part 11 - qué bonito part 11.5 - enchule minisode part 10 - meet cute

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summary: you've been sleeping with your dearest secretary for a while and you're dying to know how it feels when he goes down on you.

author’s notes: here's the second treat of the week--minisode part 11!!!

I know, I know. I just released minisode part 10 yesterday but that's the best thing about owning a blog and writing your own series--you can post whatever you want, whenever you want!

to be honest, I had a different minisode prepared that was sfw and takes place way before yn and Jay started their thing, but I was chilling and putting Spotify on autoplay and it played this song:

go google the lyrics... maybe then you'll understand why I felt compelled to write this minisode.

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Staying at a luxurious hotel over the weekend was one of the very few indulgences that you would let yourself have. Normally, you would never splurge on a suite for just two nights, especially when the hotel is not out of town. Fortunately, this time your suite was a complementary gesture from the event that hired you as one of the keynote speakers.

Unfortunately, though, since the event was downtown and you did not have to travel, you handled everything alone. You could not ask your staff to accompany you to do something that was not part of their job, and not when the task did not concern your company either. You even sent Mr. Lee home early the day before, claiming that you could just take the bus or ride the subway to the hotel.

The first day of the event ended right on time, and you were invited to the gala dinner in the main ballroom. You attended, ate just enough to keep your stomach satisfied, and then you excused yourself to go back to your suite. You wanted to take advantage of the huge bathtub and treat yourself to a nice hot bath, thinking that you deserved it after all the talking and walking around in heels.

Maybe because it was in your nature to do things fast, your pampering session ended quickly. Your hair was half dry, and you were already lounging on the loveseat, playing a series you already finished on Netflix. You just needed the background noise, you thought, as you scrolled through your phone. It was a Saturday night, so most of the people you followed on Instagram were posting stories of their night out.

You wondered what Jay was doing at the moment.

Your thumb stopped scrolling and you eyed the clock in the corner of your screen. It was almost eight, yet you feel bored, but it was too late to get ready to go out. Where were you going to go anyway? Taehyung’s jazz club would be way too crowded, and it’s not like any of your close friends were within reach—your two best friends lived in other countries, and it wasn’t the scheduled night for your monthly video calls.

You mindlessly opened your phone’s gallery and found pictures of documents and a couple of videos from the meetings that were held the past week. You clicked on one that showed Jay giving a short presentation, it was on the day that you were not feeling your best, so he stepped up and filled in for you. You focused on the way he was gesturing with his hands—and the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His hair was slicked back, and his jaw clenched whenever he was emphasizing a word. You then looked at the way he repeatedly licked his lips, and you noticed yourself breathing a little heavier.

Great, you thought. A little pathetic, actually, that you were sitting alone in a hotel, thirsting over your secretary whom you started sleeping with since, what, a couple of weeks ago? None of you were keeping count. This behavior of yours was a little uncalled for, and you got suspicious of yourself that you opened the app that tracked your period.

And of course, you found out that you were ovulating.

Usually, you would always take the more practical path. In this case, you could easily watch videos, or look at pictures of Jay and imagine him touching you as you touch yourself.

But why would you do that when he was literally just one call away?

“Hello?” You heard his voice as he picked up your call. “Is this an emergency? I didn’t get a text from you.”

You heard him entering a room and closing the door behind him.

“Boss?” He called for you after not hearing a reply. “Everything good?”

“I need you to come over,” you replied.

There was a brief pause before Jay answered.

“Alright,” he said as he took a deep breath. “On my way.”

“Not to my place,” you hurriedly added. “The hotel. You know my schedule.”

“In that case,” Jay said, seemingly shoving something into his pants and opening the door again, “I’ll be there in ten.”

You frowned but Jay ended the call before you could even say something back. You decided to retreat to the bedroom and check your reflection in the mirror. Your black silk camisole was tucked into your beige cotton shorts, and you still had your hair down after the bath you had. You then remembered that you had not put on any fragrance yet, so you rummaged through your makeup pouch and spritzed on the first fragrance you could get your hands on.

The bell rang and your heart almost dropped to your feet. You did not think ten minutes would go by so fast. You grabbed the satin robe from the bathroom and quickly wrapped it around your body as you made your way to the front door. When you opened it, Jay stood in front of you with a confused look on his face.

He was wearing rimless glasses, which you doubt were a fashion statement, and underneath his denim jacket, he was wearing a graphic tee of some sort of logo you had never seen before. It seemed like he was going for a comfortable look, judging from the chinos he had on in place of jeans. The Converse shoes also made him look like a regular college student going for a fun night out in town.

“I was in the area,” Jay explained without waiting for you to ask him. “Which is why I could come fast but also unprepared. Did you need your iPad?”

“Just come inside,” you said softly, holding the door wide open for him. He hesitated before taking a few steps in. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Jay frowned, but at the same time, he started looking around and admiring the suite. “This is a nice view,” he stated, gazing outside the window. “So, what do you need me for?”

“You’re really going to make me say it?” You asked back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Jay took off his denim jacket and set it on a lounge chair. If he had to be honest, he actually sprinted here, determined to reach you as fast as possible even though he wasn’t quite confident if the reason he thought you called him was the actual reason you had.

At the sight of his arms, you breathed out dramatically, and it just made Jay even more confused.

“I just didn’t want to be alone,” you confessed, taking your robe off and throwing it to the same spot where Jay had placed his jacket.

You boldly took the couple of steps that you needed to reach him, and when you did, you carefully took his glasses off before circling an arm around his neck, making him instinctively pull you in by your waist.

“I wanted company,” you continued, placing his glasses carefully on the table nearby. “Your company.”

Hearing your confession, you could clearly see the way Jay’s lips curled up into a smirk.

“I canceled plans with my friends to be here,” Jay spoke in a whisper, gradually leaning in towards you.

Your eyes fell to his lips. “Why would you do that?” You asked back, also in a whisper.

“Because,” Jay said, hanging his sentence so he could graze his lips against yours.

“Don’t say because I’m your boss,” you spoke, purposefully against his lips.

Jay chuckled softly, and all you wanted to do for the rest of the night was to breathe the air that he exhaled.

“Because I think I’ll like it better here,” he said before sealing your lips with a deep kiss. You had to fight back a moan to not give him the satisfaction, but you still reciprocated his kiss.

“You think?” You said as you pulled back. “You’re not sure?”

Jay squeezed your waist, turning your legs to jelly. The moan you tried hard to stifle eventually found its way out of your lips when you felt his mouth latch on to your neck. You began caressing the back of his neck, squirming as he was determined to leave marks on your skin.

“Jay,” you breathed. “Fuck.”

“Hmm,” he hummed before pulling back to look at you. “Do you want me to continue?”

You cupped his face before smashing your lips onto his, making him take a step back to keep his balance. After that, you took his hand and dragged him to the bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him in by his neck, and after a short fight, he finally threw his body on yours, kissing you fervently as his hands tugged your shorts down in a rush.

When you felt his fingers trace your thighs, you felt the heat rush up to your cheeks. Your lips were still pressed on his, and his tongue was still tangled with yours, yet you were desperate to feel both elsewhere. Jay’s hand managed to slip in between your legs and your body jerked the moment he palmed your clothed core.

“Jay,” you called as both your hands grabbed his shoulders.

He answered you with a look in his eyes, demanding you continue what you wanted to say.

“I want to see what your head game is like.”

You weren’t expecting Jay to laugh, resting his head in the crook of your neck as his shoulders moved up and down.

“Ask and you shall receive,” Jay said after containing himself. “You really called me over so I could go down on you?”

“Okay, can you stop being so patronizing?” You moved your hand over to his chest, pushing him away.

“Whoa, whoa.”

Jay propped himself up with his elbow as he took your hand and brought it up to his lips.

“I’m sorry if it came off that way,” Jay spoke with his lips against the back of your hand. “I will gladly show you my head game.”

The way he emphasized the last phrase made you roll your eyes. Jay chuckled lightly, kissing your cheek as you looked away from him.

You relaxed once he started peppering kisses down your jaw and to your neck. At the same time, his fingers were skillfully pulling the straps of your top down, revealing your breasts, and perfectly matching the timing of his lips. He kissed your nipple softly before circling his tongue around it and sucking it gently, only to release it with a pop.

“Close your eyes,” Jay said. You were in no position to disobey him.

He continued kissing you while pulling your camisole down, bunching it up around your waist. He planted a harder kiss to the right of your waist before pulling your panties along with the top down to your feet. You kicked it away way too enthusiastically, and Jay merely smirked at the way you were behaving.

Your eyes were still closed, but you could sense that he was tugging his shirt off, and it was proven right when you felt him settle between your legs, placing both of your thighs on top of his now bare shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thigh and you flinched, and you could feel the way your arousal dripped out of you.

“God,” Jay muttered, more to himself. “You’re gorgeous.”

He bumped the tip of his nose and you whimpered at the delicious contact. Once he placed his mouth on your cunt you moaned, feeling an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and contentment. At first, he was just kissing your folds, making loud sloppy sounds on purpose, and when you began to moan louder, he decided it would be nice to let you feel the warmth of his tongue.

“Fuck,” you sighed, jerking your hips. You could hear and feel Jay chuckle against your core, lapping up your arousal and strengthening the grip he had around your thighs.

His tongue made steady strokes against your folds and your legs were already shaking from the pleasure. You couldn’t stop thrusting your hips and grasping the sheets under you, and Jay literally had to push you back down.

“Relax,” he said as he detached his lips. He looked up at you and you looked back at him through your lashes. “Stay down.”

“Fuck you,” you replied weakly. Jay laughed and placed his lips between your legs again, making you feel the vibration of his voice against your cunt.

You began jerking your hips up again and Jay figured that he needed a new way to keep you steady. He noticed how hard you were grabbing the sheets, so very slowly, he pulled your fingers apart before placing them on his head.

“Just grab here,” Jay spoke against your folds. “I don’t mind.”

You sighed once you feel his tongue graze your clit. After placing one hand behind his head, you realized it wasn’t enough, so after a while you rested both your hands on his luscious hair, pulling only when it became unbearable.

Soon after, your grasp on his hair tightened and you became silent. Jay’s eyes flickered to your face, and he tried his best to keep his pace.

“Are you close?” He asked. You replied by nodding frantically.

Jay continued to eat you out, keeping the same pressure and pace no matter how hard you squirmed or how harshly you were pulling on his hair. He let you grind your hips into his face, careful not to let his teeth graze you, and when you finally reached your high, he groaned against your cunt, almost matching the moans that you let out.

Jay waited for you to catch your breath, gradually lowering your hips down and gently stroking your thigh to comfort you. You were breathing with your mouth open, and only when you came back down from your high you realized how dry your throat had become. You licked your lips and coughed a little, and Jay winced at the sound that you made.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand giving you a gentle squeeze on your hips.

You nodded slowly as you opened your eyes. When your gaze met his, his lips formed into a smile. Not a smirk, a genuine smile.

“So, what do we think of my head game?”

“Oh my God.”

At the sound of your groan, Jay laughed softly, crawling up to level with your eyes. You hesitated when he leaned in to kiss you, but he did so in such a gentle way that you couldn’t help but whimper into his mouth.

“Do I taste okay?” You asked, your eyes glowing in pure curiosity.

“You,” Jay replied, kissing your cheek. “Taste,” he kissed your jaw. “Divine,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

You closed your eyes and pulled him into an embrace, sighing in relief as you felt his skin come in contact with yours.

“There’s gonna be a round two, right?” Jay murmured against your neck.

You smiled, almost snorting from the bold question. “Only if you stay with me throughout the weekend.”

“Deal,” Jay replied, not missing a beat.

-END-

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[meiieiri]

hii could you please write about how the jjk men's social media would look like, like what would they post, how often, what socials they would have? sorry if this is 2 specific!!

HOW THEIR INSTAGRAM PAGES WOULD LOOK LIKE [FT. JUJUTSU KAISEN]

❁—CHARACTERS: nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, gojo satoru (toji isn’t here bc the only online platform he’s on is onlyfans)

a/n: hey hey~ no worries! i love making stuff like these anyway, thanks for this btw, had a lot of fun making these. i only made ig as their socials as of rn because i don’t have twitter so i don’t rlly know how that works ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

༊*·˚ NANAMI KENTO

↬ nanami’s instagram would have really warm, vibrant tones to accentuate each and every mundane detail of his life into something that looks so euphoric and almost utopian-like which isn’t at all surprising seeing as this man has seen so much pain and suffering for a good majority of his life.

↬ i think he’d pick up photography as a hobby, maybe he’ll dabble into playing around with the settings on adobe lightroom or maybe secretly attend saturday workshops, on his way home from his bakery run, where he gets to learn all the fundamentals on photography composition. he eventually learns about instagram and he downloads the app on a whim when he gets bored at work. he appreciates the user friendly interface and gets the hang of it pretty quickly. he usually posts thrice a month, more if his schedule allows.

↬ now the thing with kento is he doesn’t usually put captions on his photos other than single emojis like: “🐱” or “🥐”. an exception to this is when he posts your birthday photos. he lovingly spares a few words for you that are minimal, at best, only containing a short birthday greeting. but hey, it’s written in pretty font, sooo~~

kento watches you from the couch situated near your home’s screen door leading to the pocket garden the two of you set up when you first moved in together. a small smile plays at his lips when you momentarily jump in surprise as your cat rubs herself against your legs finally ending your little game of hide and seek. “there you are,” you crouch down to scratch her ears. the loving scene of domesticity unfolds before him like a record tape from the nineties, complete with subdued hues of yellow and rose. “sweetheart, could you look here for a bit?” he calls as he fumbles with his phone. you look up confused and that’s when he decides to snap the picture. “hey! i wasn’t ready,” you protest. but he’s already posting the picture on his instagram with the caption: “💕”.

༊*·˚ YUTA OKKOTSU

↬ yuta has a fascination with sunsets. there’s just something so alluring and somewhat sorrowful about the last flicker of sunlight waging a war against her opponent, the night sky and her stars, to keep its dominion over the sky. yuta has always struggled with the notion of impermanence — he finds change to be downright terrifying which is why he took it upon himself to confront this fear by taking pictures of the setting sun, a form of change that is ironically as unchanging as his love for a certain someone, hehe.

↬ he normally uses his instagram as a digital journal of sorts. he’s always away owing to the many missions he’s now been assigned as a sorcerer second only to gojo satoru. he writes down entries, as much as possible, on a weekly basis to properly process the many emotions he’s felt that day.

↬ naturally, you’re always the first to view the pictures ergo press the heart button which always makes him turn a bright shade of pink despite the many years you’ve been together. AND, even though you’ve already technically seen the pictures, yuta will ALWAYS show it to you again when he gets home from work and regale you with all the amazing details about his recent trip.

yuta practically melted into your arms when he came in through the front door. “missed you,” he murmurs. you crane your head back to get a good look at him and you heave a sigh of blissful relief when you neither find a single scratch nor bruise on him. “are you alright, my love?” he asks, head tilted to the right, his eyes wide with curiosity at your silence. “yeah, fine,” you shake your head, playfully pinching his unscathed cheek earning a whistle-like chortle from the young sorcerer. “you know,” he says thoughtfully when his laughter dies down. “i never realized how beautiful the hida mountains are,” he recounts the wondrous things he’d seen and taken photos of from the sleepy lake town they took refuge in, to the mighty mountain river he and gojo had crossed on their way to the summit, to the towering willow trees with branches so ancient they could practically block out the sun, and finally to the mysterious abandoned forest shrine that only showed itself to an honored few, emerging from the haze like a ghostly apparition. he continues to ramble on for a substantial amount of time, scrolling through his phone gallery, not knowing that you’d dozed off. “2:48 AM,” the clock read. yuta sighs at your sleeping form, hearts practically swarming in his eyes. he lifts the blankets to cover your forms. “guess we’ll just have to go together someday,” he says, pecking your cheek before shifting ever so carefully to turn off the nightlight.

༊*·˚ GOJO SATORU

↬ posts low contrast pictures with low brightness because he’s cool that way. if not for the fact that he mostly shares memes, his feed actually looks pretty good, it’s subtle but appealing in many ways and it looks glorious on dark mode, it kinda reminds you of those pinterest or twitter moodboards. he knows his way around setting a moody vibe on his feed, and to think almost all of his pictures were shot on his old iphone. satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer of his generation, much to the surprise of many, is actually quite talented. who would’ve thought?

↬ but please PLEASE someone get instagram away from this man, the world is not ready for his genius. now unlike the others, satoru uses instagram purely for fun. and yes, he posts dumb shit like they’re scripture. he got in trouble with the community once when he posted a picture of dixie (depicted above) from the teletubbies with the caption: “bake those cookies dixie”. you had to help him submit an incident report to the community moderators and a promissory note stating that he’ll never post such lewd things again. and he didn’t (thank god). for a full week, that is. he relapsed almost immediately.

↬ on the bright side, though, his followers always find it cute whenever he posts pictures of the two of you on your dates, even the ever-stoic nanami couldn’t resist the urge to smile whenever he comes across a picture of his senior having the time of his life with you. god knows how much gojo satoru deserves to love and be loved in return, even if he once thought it to be the most repulsive of curses.

gojo watches you from the other end of the table, a tipsy simper on his features when he notices your eyelids drooping, your head bobbing in your drunken stupor, your lips slightly open as your breathing evens out. “you drunk, baby?” he slurs as he polishes off the last of the yakiniku set you ordered, the oily, sweet and salty grilled meat seemingly simmering down the effect of the alcohol. you were the only ones left in the izakaya, at this point, the owner has half a mind to throw the both of you out so they could close for the night. “nooooo,” you sniffle before a tiny hiccup rips through your throat. cute, satoru stares at you with lovestruck eyes. “stop that,” you look at him through your blurred vision. “stop what?” satoru asks, his head resting on the hardwood table as his hand searches his jeans for his phone. he had to capture this moment before he blacks out. “looking at me like i’m the most beautiful girl in the room,” you scowl disapprovingly. he manages to find his iphone just before he nods off to sleep, snapping a picture of the both of you. empty plates and half-finished shot glasses are strewn about your table and the night’s festivities are perfectly captured in the frame. the two of you looked absolutely hammered — your normally tidy hair was disheveled, and his face looked like a cross between a sore thumb and a ripe tomato — but still, you looked happy. and to satoru, that’s all that really matters. “but you are, baby,” he pats you on the head before finally passing out. “you are.”

[justmeinadaze]

I'm in Control Part 6 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: On my computer these gifs are gigantic and I am ok with that because I need a big Steddie hug right now. I'm just done being an adult. Lol. Anyway, here you ya go.

There are many, MANY aggressive feels here especially from Eddie. This isn't going to be fluffy by any means but it's heading somewhere good... I hope <3. :P.

Warnings: As previously stated, this is a bit rougher than previous ones. Got some hair pulling, Steve gets popped in the face, over stimulation. The color system is used here and someone does say "Red" but its not who you would think.

Also Eddie does interact with someone from his past and talks about some of his trauma, may be a bit triggering. I think that's it...

Word count: 3766

“I appreciate the thought, Wayne. I really do but the answer is no.”

Your eye’s gradually open to the sound of Eddie’s voice in the hallway. The three of you had had your arrangement for a little over a month now and settled into a bit of a janky routine. With your schedules there really was no such thing as normal but every weekend at least since the convention had been occupied with them at (and all over) their house. 

You found yourself enjoying not just the sex but the little moments as well. One Saturday, you and Eddie tried to show Steve some cool fantasy movie but he immediately fell asleep. That following day, you took him to a comic bookstore downtown where you always found hidden gems that no other store had. It was adorable watching him make friends with some of the employees especially when he found out they played D & D. His toothy smile and fast, animated hands were a joy to behold. 

Steve was a hard nut to crack with most things but he always seemed eager and open when it came to trying something he knew nothing about. You told him one day that you were really excited the movie theater was doing a back-to-back marathon of B movies that weekend so he got you both tickets since Eddie would be busy on set that night. When you two left the auditorium, he had a big smile on his face talking about the cheesy films you just witnessed. 

The more time you spent with them though, the more you found yourself wanting to know more about them. They dropped little tidbits of their history here and there but never actually let you it. To be fair, they never asked you anything about your past either. 

“Everything okay?”, you asked Eddie as he came back into the bedroom.

“Yeah, Sweetheart. Just my uncle calling to say hello.”

You crawled out of Steve’s embrace to sit up in their bed. “Just hello? It sounded more intense than that.”

“Nope. Nothing for you to be concerned about.” He smiled over at you as he sat down on the edge of the mattress but his tone came out more curtly than you had ever heard from him before. 

“You know…you can talk to me about anything—”

“IT’S FINE, Y/N! Now mind your fucking business!”

You both stared each other down; his eyes filled with anger whereas yours was a mix of pain and slight annoyance. After climbing out of their bed, you grabbed your clothes from the floor and entered their bathroom, slamming the door behind you. You could hear Steve’s stern grumble on the other side. 

“Eddie, you can’t talk to her like that. We aren’t playing right now.”

“I know. I know. I just—”

You abruptly opened the door to face them both. “Why won’t you guys talk to me about personal things?” Neither of them answered and it infuriated you. 

“I feel like we are being more open with each other, right? And when we started this, you never said we couldn’t talk to each other about our past. Yet every time I ask a question or offer an ear, you BOTH shut me down.”

“We don’t talk about things like that because it doesn’t matter.” Steve’s answer startled you. You expected them to pull you back to bed and at least have a conversation about the topic. 

“I feel like that’s starting to be the tag line of this relationship.” You stomp out of their room on a mission to find to your shoes, hearing them shuffle as the follow after you. 

I’m in control.

“I want to know more about you guys and I feel like you should want to know more about me.”

“You don’t get to make demands, remember?” Steve’s dominate side vaguely started to pull forth. 

“See, that’s where the line becomes blurred, doesn’t it? In there”, you point towards the bedroom, “you don’t tell me things. Fine. Your fucking rules. But out here, as your agent and your friend, you don’t tell me anything either.”

They glance at each other and you know before you even say anything. “Yeah, I see where the mistake was made. Bedroom… Daddy and Sir. Outside… Eddie and Steve. We never agreed to be friends.”

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” Eddie stepped forward but before he could reach you, you stepped out of the way and out their front door. 

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“This is your fucking fault.” Eddie growled at Steve as they entered the agency Monday morning. 

For the entire previous week, you had severely rained in your time with the boys; only answering texts and calls about work. You showed up on set for their show right when they yelled action and disappeared before they cut. When they tried to hunt you down at your office, you always seemed to be out. 

Even though you never planned on coming over on the weekends, they had grown accustomed to it and when you didn’t show up, that’s when they became angry. 

“How is this my fault? You’re the one that snapped at her.”

“I told you we should have talked to her about how we were starting to have feelings for her but you said we shouldn’t. I’m not going to tell someone who ends up leaving us my personal business.”

“Oh really, Munson? You won’t even tell me what your uncle called about and I’m your best fucking friend.”

“That’s because I’m pissed at you, you fucking dick!”

“Oof. Some people woke up on the wrong side of their beds today.” You walked past them towards your office, sipping casually from your takeout coffee cup. 

 “Where the hell were you?!”, Steve shouts.

“What do you mean, Mr. Harrington?”

“You didn’t come over this weekend.” Eddie strode in behind his friend, shutting the door behind him. 

“Was I supposed to? There was nothing scheduled for you guys. Avery came down to look at places so I helped him with that and then he invited me to Fantasy. You know that new club they opened. You should check it out. There were a lot of beautiful girls there.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed at as he leaned his palms down on the top of your desk. “Is this really the game you want to play with us, little girl? Because I assure you, we always win.”

You crossed your arms leaning forward on your elbows, your face so close to his your noses almost touched. “See…the problem with you, Steve, is you think everything is a little game. Since our arrangement is just sex, I didn’t need it from either of you this weekend. Trust me, I got enough.”

“Please say that you’re lying.” Eddie’s voice shook as he bounced on his legs. 

Your stoic expression faltered slightly at his tone, glancing at him before focusing back on Steve whose eyes hadn’t moved from you once. 

“Go ahead. Break his heart.” His voice was so low only you could hear his taunt.

I’m in control.

“You broke mine first.”

Eddie reached for the glass decoration on your desk and threw it at the wall. You stood up from your chair, alarmed at his sudden outburst. You and Steve watched him with caution as he paced back and forth. 

When he finally stopped, his eyes were vacant. “Both of you come with me.”

“Where are we—”

“Shut the fuck up, Steve! I’m in control right now. Do you understand me?!”

“Yes, Sir.” You both responded in unison. There’s more than authority in Eddie’s request and the fact that he needs you AND his friend to listen to him means it’s important so you follow his instruction. 

He throws on his leather jacket, pulling the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he heads for Steve’s car with you two in tow. 

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Your eyes move from place to place around the waiting room of the penitentiary. Eddie’s arms are crossed tight around his chest as his leg jumps.

“Eddie, what are we doing here?” 

He had been silent the entire one-hour car ride up here occasionally breaking the silence by rolling down his window to smoke a cigarette. 

“Now, here are my rules for the moment. Neither of you say a word when we get back there.”

“Yellow.”

You understood you guys weren’t in the bedroom and you three definitely weren’t playing but you didn’t know what else to say. The fact that neither of them were telling you what was going on and it seemed Eddie was on his own personal mission terrified you a bit. 

Steve took your hand in his as Eddie’s eyes met yours for a moment before looking back down to the floor. “You’re safe, Princess. I promise. I would never let anything hurt you but if you don’t want to come back there with me, I will understand. I’m nervous myself.”

“Munson party?”, the officer calls after opening the heavy door. 

The metalhead stands without hesitation and walks through ready to face this alone but breathes a sigh of relief when he hears your voice offer a small thank you to the young man who held the door open for you and Steve.

He led you down a corridor into a room styled the same way you’d seen movies a million times. There were booths that were divided every which way with glass in the front so you could still see the person you were talking to. Both sides had a payphone style telephone hung on the side. 

“Now obviously you can each only talk to him one at a time—”

“Oh, they’re my moral support. They won’t speak to him.”

“Okay, that being the case”, the officer turns to you and Steve. “You can both stand here behind him but that’s it, okay?” You nod as he leads Eddie to a chair in front of the glass partition. 

On the other side, a young female officer brings an older man out that looks a little like Eddie but with more tattoos and harder features. He sighed as both men picked up their phones. 

“Hey Edward.”

“Dad.”

“Jesus.” You looked up at Steve whose eyes were wide with surprise. His hand gripped yours tighter as if he let go, he would float away.

“So, uh, how have you been?”

“Look, why don’t we skip the pleasantries and you tell me what you want. Wayne said you needed help.”

Eddie’s dad scoffed as he clenched his fists trying to control his temper. “Wayne was always a good man. I never got to thank him for—”

“I’m leaving.”

“Ok! Okay. Sit! God damn! Just like your mom with that smartass mouth.” He waved at the officer behind him assuring her he was calm. Steve on the other hand lurched forward before you quickly pulled him back. 

“He’s ok, Steve. He’s ok.” Your free hand wrapped around his arm as you tugged him closer. 

“I have a bail hearing coming up. My new lawyer up here thought it would be a good idea if you spoke on my behalf. Tell them that you forgive me or some shit.”

“Are you serious?”, Eddie cackled. “That’s how you ask for my help? After everything you did and after all these years? You want me to lie for you.”

“Your uncle wouldn’t let me contact you when you were a kid or else, I would have fucking asked sooner.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a while since I’ve been eighteen so…”

“Yet it still took you till you were 21 to graduate high school. Oh yeah, kid. I still have friends in Hawkins.”

“Good. Maybe one of them can fly up here and stand up for you.”

“Look at Mr. high and mighty over here. What makes you think you’re so much better than me anyway?!”

Eddie hung up the phone as he turned away. His dad was shouting after him as his son brushed past you both and out the door. 

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Eddie immediately lit a fresh cigarette as soon as he was outside the jail. You didn’t wait for him to say anything, wrapping your arms around his waist as he leaned against Steve’s car. 

“Are you okay, man?” His friend nods as his arms remain at his sides. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like I said, Harrington… I was fucking pissed at you. Plus, I wasn’t even going to come down here.”

“What made you change your mind?”

You felt his index finger tap your head. “Her.” 

He watched you as you pulled away from him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. 

“You didn’t have to do this, Eddie.”

“I know I didn’t have to but… I wanted to tell you. I want to tell you more about my fucked up past but I don’t want to open up to someone who’s going to fucking leave. There’s no point.” He gestures towards the jail. “My parents were the first people to hurt me and abandon me. I wanted to show you the shit I dealt with.”

“Where’s your mom?”

Eddie inhales the butt of the cigarette before puffing out a cloud of smoke. “I don’t know. She left me with my uncle after my dad went in. He was originally in a different prison closer to Indiana but Wayne called to tell me they moved him up here and that he needed something from me.”

“I imagine there are many answers to my next question but why are you angry with Steve?” 

“Because…” they quickly make eye contact before Eddie looks back down at his shoes. “I thought we should talk to you about us having feelings for you but Steve said that would be a bad idea. If it’s just sex, you’ll leave at some point. They always do.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your arms wrapped around your body as you turned away from them trying to gather your thoughts. Steve chuckled behind you. 

“Told you, Eds.”

You turned on him, fury emanating from you. “Fuck you, Steve Harrington! You try to act like your so hard. Like you’re some tough badass who doesn’t care about anyone or anything! Mister call me Daddy in bed but can’t step up anywhere else! He has every right to be mad at you! You should have talked to me!”

The sound of Eddie’s boots squashing his cigarette reminded you he was there. “And you, Mr. Munson—”

“Don’t come at me, sweetheart. I’m not in the fucking mood.”

“Exactly.” You charged up to him until your chest bumped his. “You both may work together, live together, and fuck together but you are your own person, Eddie! If you wanted to tell me how you felt then you should have! You don’t need him to dictate you! You’re dominate to remember? Or is the Sir just for show?!”

“Ugh! I’m so fucking angry with you both. If I wanted pussys I would have dated a woman or stayed back home.”

Eddie’s arm shot out as his hand grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to them. Steve opened the backseat, holding the door open for his friend to shove you in and climb in with you. 

As the car started and began its journey back home, you push against Eddie, hitting him with your small fists before he gripped your wrist with his large hands. He spun you around so you were both sitting horizontally with his back against the door and your back on his chest. His left leg swung on top of both your legs holding them still as you continued to wiggle. 

“You know the safe word. You know how to use it. No one is going to ask you any questions tonight, Princess. If you want this to end you just say that word and we’ll stop. The only thing I want to hear is ‘Yes Sir’ to what I just said. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He shuffled his grip so both your wrists were being restrained in one of his hands as the other took hold of your throat, squeezing it between his fingers. 

“You think the titles are just for show? That Steve and I are pussys, is that right?” You coughed, trying to catch your breath as he let you go. “Answer me. Honestly.”

“Sirs don’t need Daddy’s permission to get something done.” You heard Steve angrily sigh in the front seat as his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. 

Eddie reached down to unbutton your jeans, shoving his hand under the waistband of your panties before running a stripe with his fingers through your folds.

“Little one talks a big game but she’s fucking dripping right now.”

“Don’t get cocky. It’s not for you. Replace you with anyone else and it would be the same ahhh!” Eddie cut you off by abruptly pushing two of his fingers into your entrance. 

“Stop. Speaking. Jesus, Steve. Did you hear her? She’s a fucking slut now. I guess whoever she was fucking this past weekend when she didn’t need us just blew her mind and changed her perspective.”

His pace was ruthless as he pumped his digits into you. 

“Oh and don’t worry. You don’t have to ask to cum this time. I don’t want to hear your voice that much. I heard enough in the parking lot.”

Your back pushed against him as you felt yourself quickly tumble of the edge as you came. You expect him to slow down after he rode you through your high but he didn’t. He kept up the exact same rhythm not even allowing you a moment to catch your breath. 

“Eddie, please.”

He removed his leg from yours and wrestled with your body to tug your jeans down. Shifting you back in your original position, he utilized his right leg to spread your legs open as wide as he could. His hand promptly came down and smacked your pussy making you yelp.

“Who am I right now?!” 

“Sir!”

Eddie shoved his fingers back inside of you resuming his original pace. 

The car ride back was a little under an hour and the metalhead spent the entire ride making you cum. Steve’s backseat was a mess but neither of them cared. As soon as they got back to their house, they wasted no time throwing you over their shoulder and heading straight for the bedroom. Steve tossed you on the mattress and your hand immediately shot out in the air, not even sure where they both were. 

“YELLOW!” You heard the sound of shuffling as someone sat in a chair and the other leaned against the wall. Your eyes were full of tears when you looked at them. Not tears of pain, but of frustration. You reached for a pillow and threw it across the room towards their feet. 

“You should have said something.” You scolded them through gritted teeth. “I…feel…stupid.” Getting up on your knees you, you pointed your index finger at them. “I trusted you enough to agree to this but you can’t trust me enough to tell me you’re getting feelings for me?” They watched as your hands shook. “And I’M pathetic.”

Your jaw clenched as you defiantly faced them. “Green.” Neither of them moved. “I said Green. I’m ready.”

“Red.” Eddie glanced at Steve who walked over to his mini fridge in the corner and pulled out a water bottle. When he tried to hand it to you, you smacked it out of his hand. 

“Why? I said green.”

He casually reached for the bottle again, but then he tried to hand it to you, you threw it across the room. “I know you said green but I’m saying red. We’re done for tonight.”

“WHY?! I can take it!”

“I don’t care if you think you can take it. That’s not the point. This has gone way past pleasure so I’m calling it. Our…ALL of our feelings are getting in the way right now and I think we should wait until we’ve talked to—”

You smacked him then. “Now you want to talk, you fucking asshole!”

You fell back on your heels and hung your head. The bed shifted as Steve sat beside you.

“Can I hold you?” Your hair bounced as you nodded and he swiftly pulled you into his arms on to his lap. “I’m sorry, baby girl. You’re right. You’re not stupid. I’M stupid. Daddy’s sorry.”

You felt yourself shrink into his chest as he held you to him.

“You’re not stupid, dude. Just…jaded like me.” Eddie sat beside him, putting his arm around his friend’s shoulder as his hand rested on your legs.

“I’m sorry, Ed. You were right to. The three of us should have talked about it together.”

“Why didn’t you?” Steve loosened his grip on you so he could see your face to answer your question. His finger poked at your shoulder. 

“Agent. Client.” He flashed you a small smile. “We do think of you as friend. Always have. I really like spending time with you.”

“Me to.” Eddie grinned softly at you. 

“But to push this into a romantic relationship…that’s a whole other ball field.”

“Pfft, leave it to Harrington to make a sports metaphor.”

When you laugh, they both breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Can we…talk about this tomorrow? After your shoot, maybe. I’m just incredibly tired.”

“Of course, pretty girl. Do you want us to take you home?”

“Can I stay here?”

“Yeah, we’ll just go sleep in my room.” Eddie rises but stops when you whine.

“You can lay with me. I don’t mind.”

Steve stands up with you in his arms before placing you down in the middle of the bed and under the covers. 

“I’ll make you deal. You drink some of this and we’ll lay with you.” He playfully tosses the water bottle in your lap. 

You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until the first drop hit your lips. Eddie grinned as he took the empty bottle from your hands and they both crawled in beside you. 

“Hey Eds?” He answers you with a soft hm. “I’m proud of what you did today. I know it wasn’t easy seeing your dad.” You cup one of his cheeks with your hand and tenderly kiss his lips.

As you lay back down you turn your neck to give Steve a kiss as well. His hands brush through your hair as Eddie rolls onto his side to caress your face. 

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Demolition Lovers Part 3 Sebastian x Farmer Stardew Valley Fanfic

(Okay I've figured out the rating for this story. It's going to be 18+. In this chapter we discuss smoking and there is some cursing. Also at the end of this chapter things get a little hot and heavy. So please enjoy and Part 4 will be coming soon. Don't forget to follow and like so you get the update for the next parts)

"Bye (farmers name)." They all said and waved.

You started walking out. For some reason Sebastians words just kept playing over in your head. You left the Saloon and sat outside for second in your thoughts. Did Sebastian really meant what he said about Abby? Was there something going on between them? Why do you care so much? Just forget about it right its your first night anyways. But like always someone interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey (farmers name). You didn't wait for me."'

You jumped from the sound of his voice.

"Sebastian!" You screamed.

He started laughing.

"I actually scared you. Sorry." He grinned.

"You're a dick." You glared at him.

"I said I was sorry. Come on you can't be mad at me." He said sheepishly.

"Fine you're right." You huffed.

"Come on there's this spot I want to take you too." He gestured for you to follow.

You followed him out of town square. He took you to the forest. You both didn't say anything just taking in the view of the woods. He took you to a dock in the middle of the pond. He sat down at the edge of the dock. You sat down beside him. He broke the silence finally.

"Sorry about Abby. She doesn't normally act like that. I don't know why she did." He blurted out.

"It's okay. No hard feelings. Shall we smoke?" You smiled.

"Absolutely." He grinned.

You pulled the joint out of your jacket and handed it to him. He took it lightly and grabbed his lighter. He put it in his mouth and sparked it. You were just watching him for a second. Then you decided to break the silence.

"So why here?" You asked as he passed it to you.

"I like this spot at night. It's quiet and you can hear the frogs." He smiled.

"Frogs are cool. I personally really like the view." You smiled passing it back to him.

"The view is pretty nice. Sooo... what do you like to read?" He asked.

"I like comic books. I used to get the newest issue every week in the city. But now with the farm. I probably won't have much time to read them." You replied taking it back from him.

"That's true. Is working on a farm hard?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well it is just my first day so not much has been done. But I don't think so. I'm growing parsnips and cauliflower right now. So that's cool I guess haha. What about you? What do you like to read?" You asked passing it back to him.

"Wow you're already growing stuff. That's pretty cool. I read comics too. I'm reading Cave Saga X right now. It's pretty good if you haven't read it yet." He smiled. He put the joint out and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it and started smoking.

"No I haven't read it yet. What are your plans for tomorrow?" You asked staring at him.

"Probably just working. Thats kinda all I do during the week. I usually get off at 3 for lunch break then go back to working. I'm done by 5 everyday except Fridays. I don't work Saturdays." He said smiling at you blowing out some smoke.

"You're a busy man Sebastian. What do you do for a living? Why is your schedule different on Fridays?" You asked just watching him and the water.

"Fridays at 3 I get off and head to the bar to play pool with Sam. I'm a freelance programmer. A lot of people don't take my job seriously." He turned away from you staring at the water.

"Programming is pretty bad ass. It's not something easy to learn. I think it's pretty cool you're a programmer." You smiled at him hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder rubbing it.

"Thanks (farmers name). It means a lot to me you said that. I should probably get you home. Its almost 2 am." He smiled putting out his cigarette.

He stood up and held his hand out to help you up. You took his hand up and stood up next to him. He smelled so good, he didn't smell like weed or cigarettes he smelled quite pleasant. You didn't let go of his hand but he didn't say anything to you. You both started walking back to the farm holding hands. It was a pretty silent night. Once you got to the farm with him, he let go of your hand.

"Would you like to come in?" You asked looking at him.

"No I shouldn't. I've already spent you're whole first day bothering you." He smiled.

"What if I came by tomorrow on your lunch break and brought you lunch?" You asked smiling.

"You'd have to know what I like to eat in order to do that." He smirked.

"Hmmm what do you like to eat?" You grinned stepping closer to him.

"Guess. I'll let you suprise me. I swear if its bad, I'll still tell you its good." he grinned stepping closer to you.

"Oh really? Even if it's bad. I promise you it won't be bad. I'm a cook." You said. You both were very close to eachother. Just staring into eachothers eyes.

"I'm an extremely picky eater so no pressure." He smiled and brushed some of you hair behind your ear.

"Now it's challenge Sebby." You grinned. You took your finger and traced his jawline with it.

"Goodnight (farmers name)." He grinned waving goodbye to you and walked away.

You watched him leave the farm. Your heart was beating fast and you had butterflies in your stomach. Something about him was just so intoxicating. You really liked him. He had some confidence with the way he carried himself. He was funny and intelligent. He had this way about him that was so charming. You decided to go inside and get some sleep. Not only do you have plants to take care of in the morning but you had to make him a lunch he'd love...

To be continued soon....

[luffythinker]

off to a start, remember my "Todoroki apparently talk to a sus person and they use their quirk on him, whatever the quirk is it's supposed to like make him blow up or something if he doesn't fall in love with the last person he interacted with so Todoroki is trying to make Bakugo fall in love with him but Bakugo doesn't believe this is even a real quirk going on."

here is what i've been working on gotta think on whats about to happen here.

000000000000000 my ugly boarder don't mind me

The feeling when you're just about to sit down and you have a plate of food and somebody calls you is exactly the way Bakugo feels right now except ten times fucking worse. You’re about to do the biggest thing in your life and somebody calls you up with a stupid ass question anyone in the world including a fucking toddler could answer like what the fuck man, c’mon! He drew his hot bath back at his apartment and everything too, damn.

And of fucking course it has to be on a saturday night mind you. Bakugo is dodging and weaving through high building tops with his quirk semi-along side Deku and Shoto, the Endeavor agency’s newest side-kick recruits —They weren’t in training anymore; they were real side-kicks. Until they can become real heroes with their own agencies you had to start small— Anyway they were on a solo mission to capture a villain who had been reported of doing something extremely questionable. This is all going down on a Saturday he repeats in his head, it isn’t too late the idea of going home is still not off the table.

“Run that by me one more Icyhot, tell me what your old man said about this villain’s quirk.” Katuski spoke to him while blasting by next to him with his quirk over buildings while Deku hopped like the fucking rabbit monkey he was also swinging on his black whip.

“He said his quirk apparently forces people to instantly fall in love or something?” His voice was neutral like it normally was; however he heard confusion in his dull tone.

“That sounds awful.” Deku said light teal lightning sparking off of his person when he moved.

For fucking real, this sounds like a joke. “This has to be a prank call.” He stewed.

There’s no way this could be a real call, cause if wasn’t Katuski is going to jail for murder tonight.

Honest to god it was, there were people on the scene of the crime cooing over each other like a bunch of fucking animals. A lady was rubbing a man’s shoulder trying to coax him to come with her or some shit and another lady pulling her friend or somethings arm trying to get her to come with her to do whatever nasty ass shit she had planned for them to do together.

“Well I'll be damned.” Bakugo placed his hands on his hips eyeing everything there was to see. Half n half talked to the police and Deku talked to the surrounding people.

“Did you see anyone run from the scene before you called the heroes?” Todoroki asked, lifting his hand in question.

“I asked the civilians who said they saw him run down the street there.” He points down the dark sidewalk where there are several buildings where somebody

hiii anon, sorry for taking a few days to reply, I'm trying to settle into a new routine so my schedule got a little messed up, but let's get it!!

omg right, I'm so glad you're back, this plot/scenario is so fun

Anon you write so well?? I also love how you capture Bakugo's pov while keeping him in character, huge props for that!!!

I love how Bakugo is so skeptical of the quirk even though nobody, especially not endeavor, has a reason to lie. If we dig deeper inside of him I think we could find out that it's because he doesn't believe love can be messed with like that, which will be really fun to tackle when he gets to actually realize his feelings for shoutodfkfjkcv

if you want to keep writing here please send me more, if you post somewhere pls send me where I could read it, cause I really am curious to see how these two might develop

[hornyhoursblog]

mandatory weekly work crush update time 🫶🏻

okay so Wednesday and friday we had very little interaction because of how we were working (i cant remember things exactly anymore i need to update after every shift in the future 😓), we had like 1-2 work conversations but thats not that important, i was feeling a little neglected without his attention and was losing hope but then friday he walked past me and tapped me to get my attention and to get me to look at him and walked away (he’s done this before but this time he didnt turn back around to check if i looked 😓 but still)

anyways Saturday was slighty more eventful

Firstly i was upstairs for most of the night and he was down (they seem to be scheduling me upstairs every Saturday now which is fine but would be better if they schedule him as the floor boy up there you know but anyways✨) but i was downstairs for like an hour at 1st and he like went to grab my cup once (i think he noticed i looked at him, he came to check if anything needs collecting then stepped away and stepped back looked back at me and went to grab it 🥹), and then i moved to a different till and the girl on there with me was drinking the same thing and eventually he said my name and was like which ones yours? And again went to take it 🥹🥹🥹 ✨he said my name✨✨gonna be on repeat in my head 24/7✨

then when we shut upstairs i was getting stock from downstairs so i was up and down for a bit but i was exhausted (it was so busy and hot 💀 anyways) so i was taking my time and i was standing in the wash room vaping, firstly he goes to me oh you look knackered which heheh you noticed? ✨✨✨

and then he came and stood and made eye contact with me (hehhee felt like a beat too long than how normal eye contact is but it’s probably my delusions) and like gestured at it and like what i was doing so i was like let me live😓 and he again like gestured like hands up you know what i mean like a do what you want thing, Anyways then he asked what flavour so i stepped closer to show him and offered it to him AND he took it 🫢🤯😱🥹

man had his mouth on my vape that i also put my mouth on 🤯🥹😫🥰 just kiss me already it’s basically the same thing 🫶🏻

I did fumble my fantasy bag a little though, i got like nervous ✨ and also i was blocking the path so i turned around and stepped back and i didn’t see him use it 😓😓😓😓😓

although im embodying taylor swifts mastermind and from now on im having my vape on me every single shift and plotting for situations to happen like this again 🫶🏻

and the only other thing i think from what I remember is i had some cardboard from the stock i need to rip up and throw in the bin literally one step forward from me and he did it for me even though it’s literally so simple✨🫶🏻✨

yeah anyways im very down bad for this man 🫶🏻

[vexxerveesvoice]

@docescene Fifteen Day Word Count Challenge Days Six and Seven: Getaway

Amanda closed the door to her room, sighing against the heavy quiet. She could hear her sorority sisters blasting pop a few rooms down the hallway, but that was normal for a Friday afternoon. Classes were finished and most of Greek row was gearing up for parties. Amanda couldn’t wait to escape it.

She emptied her backpack onto her bed and loaded it up with what she’d need: her life jacket, compass and map, a change of clothes or two, and her water shoes. She’d pick up her kayak, tent, and food when she dropped by home on the way to the Sound. She was due for a visit anyway.

Hefting the much-lighter pack back up, Amanda snuck out of her room, down the stairs, and out the back door before any of her sisters could catch her.

The wet winter air settled against her shoulders, weighing her down a little as she made her way to the bus stop. She couldn’t wait to get to her car again. Navigating Seattle was bad with a car, but sometimes it felt even worse relying on transit. At least today it seemed to be running on schedule.

She hopped aboard the bus when it rolled up, scanned her ID card, and headed towards the back, settling into her favorite seat and pulling up an audiobook to pass the ride to the light rail station.

---

Amanda opened the front door to her family’s apartment to the sound of something sizzling on the stove.

“Mandy?” Mom called out from the kitchen. “Did you check the mail on your way up?”

“Yeah,” Amanda placed the small pile of election advertisements, coupon pages, and bills on the entryway table. “Nothing fun.”

“Ah, boo,” Mom said. “Anything fun at the house?”

Amanda let out a long-suffering groan. “No. I have to go to a social next week, so I have to reschedule my trip with Kaya. My big sister didn’t tell me until last night, she forgot.”

“That’s a shame. I heard the weather was supposed to be gorgeous.”

“It is! It was the one break in rain I’ve seen on the forecast in weeks!” Amanda toed off her shoes and walked to the dining room, messily collapsing into her usual seat. “I know I literally signed up for this but I can’t help but feel like it was a mistake sometimes.”

“You’ll find your footing. And your people. Trust the process,” Mom soothed.

“The process hasn’t been very kind to me yet,” Amanda pouted.

“It’s November, sweetheart. Of your freshman year. Of course you’re struggling a bit,” Mom walked in from the kitchen, drying her hands on a tea towel. “If you won’t trust the process, then at least trust me.”

Amanda sighed, still wearing a disgruntled frown, but relented. “Fine.”

“Atta girl. You still have the key to the storage unit, right?”

“Yup.”

“Then go ahead and get started. Your gear should be ready and I put a new pack of camp food in your kayak.”

“You’re the best, Mom,” Amanda got up to give Mom a hug. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. You’re the one with a weekend of hard work ahead of you.”

“Hard work that I signed up for,” Amanda reminded. “I’ve done this how many times alone now?”

“I know, I know. Just be careful. And take some pictures for Sarah. She misses you.”

“I will.”

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Richmond Beach was only half an hour away from home with traffic, so it made the most sense as a cast-off point. She parked in the lot below the playground, unloaded her car, and made her way to the shoreline.

A light drizzle was already falling, promising a rainy night and rainier Saturday. At least her jacket was designed for Washington weather, not that a little water ever hurt. If visibility stayed good, she could probably make it to Possession Point by nightfall.

[on-noon]

When Sebastian arrived at home, his brothers were sitting in the waiting room.

"How was the date?" Jochlan asked.

"Good." Sebastian replied.

"How was the girl?" Aster asked.

"She was tired, she had just finished her work shift and then had to walk all the way to the restaurant."

"That's not what he was asking," Raythier said

Narchi spoke, "He was asking if you liked her."

"Oh! I did. She's very smart."

"Was she cute?" Jochlan asked.

"I think so. She had her hair down, Calista has the longest hair I've seen. She had the most intriguing watch around her wrist."

"Her watch, that's what you pay attention to?"

"Raythier, quiet," Aster said. "Did you get her number?"

"Yes, we exchanged contact information. She is going to send me the address and time for our date Saturday."

"A second date? Nice," Jochlan said. "Although I thought you had the award banquet for the sword tournament that day."

"I attended the award banquet the previous two years. I can skip this year. Anyway, I plan to update my balance sheet then head to sleep." Sebastian said, leaving his brothers to discuss the date without him.

After her Linear Algebra class, Calista walked to Writing with Iris as she always did.

"So, about your text from last night. How could you send me that and then nothing else?" Iris said.

"I had to finish the essay," Calista said.

"Tell me now then. I thought you had given up on dating, what changed?"

"I didn't give up, I just stopped trying for a time."

They turned onto the busiest path at the University, and Iris struggled to follow Calista's weaving through the crowd.

"Who is it that you're going on a second date with? Jax?" Iris asked.

"No, this guy I got set up with. I'll tell you at Writing class."

"Race you there."

They sat at the far left side in the huge lecture hall.

Panting, Iris asked, "Who set up this date? Why'd you accept?"

"Someone my mom went to the Academy with called her, and wanted to set up a date between me and his son. You know how hard it is for her to get her point across to them."

"So he's rich, then. If his father went to the Academy. This could work out well for you, if he likes you."

"Sebastian also is going to the Academy. I don't know if he likes me, though. His dad set up the date."

"Well, how did he act around you?"

"I don't know. Awkward."

"He invited you on a second date, so he must have at least some interest."

"He didn't. I did."

"What?" Iris mouthed.

"The whole thing was just so awkward–" the professor turned on the lights as she entered the room.

"I'll tell you about it later," Calista whispered.

"At least tell me if you like him."

"I don't know."

After class, Calista told Iris all that had happened on the date, and how at the end she had blurted out the suggestion for the second date.

"Where are are you taking him?" Iris asked.

"I was planning on Bari's Sandwiches. Oh! I should text Sebastian the details, I told him I would. What time do you think would work best?"

"I don't know, noon? The shop closes at three"

"I almost forgot, I have choir practice at three, so I'd have to be back by about two. Do you think two hours is long enough?" Calista asked.

"Three would be better, ask Sebastian if eleven would work."

Calista texted Sebastian.

Sebastian responded in fifteen seconds, "Of course."

"Want me to help you get ready for the date? I've got Saturday morning free," Iris asked.

"We're just going to Bari's Sandwiches, I don't need to get ready any fancier than normal."

"If you insist."

Llynel walked into Sebastian's room as Sebastian was tightening his bowtie.

"Isn't it a little early to be getting ready for your banquet?" Llynel asked.

"Father!" Sebastian knelt. "I am afraid I may not make the banquet. I have a date scheduled today. If the date ends in time, I will attend the banquet."

"I've told you there's no need to kneel, you're my son," Llynel sat down in an armchair. "Is this the same girl you went on the date with earlier?"

"Yes father."

"Try to make it to the banquet, if the Minister makes time for it, as a past winner, surely you should, as a current and past winner."

"I will try," Sebastian said. Llynell left, and Sebastian stood up.

He mapped out the route to the address Calista had sent. It would take him an hour to walk, and since he was ready an hour early he decided to leave instead of worrying the whole hour.

Calista ran out her door at 10:40, the walk to Bari's was only fifteen minutes, but she didn't want to leave Sebastian waiting. He wouldn't fit in at the sandwich shop, after all. She walked fast, on the verge of a jog. She wouldn't feel right jogging in a skirt.

Sebastian and Calista arrived at the same time. The ankles of Sebastian's pants were dusty from his walk.

"Hi Sebastian!" Calista called.

Sebastian hurried over. He offered his hand to Calista. "Lead the way."

Calista didn't notice Sebastian's hand. They walked into the small sandwich shop, and up to the counter.

Calista ordered first, her usual, a ham sandwich with all of the vegetables minus tomato.

Sebastian ordered one of the custom sandwiches, a spicy sandwich, titled "The Dragon".

Sebastian moved to pay, but Calista was already handing over the cash.

"I can foot the bill," Sebastian said.

"I chose this restaurant, so I'll pay it," Calista said.

All five of the tables in the restaurant were taken.

"If you want to eat more picnic-style, I know a nice park nearby," Calista said.

They ate their sandwiches underneath a huge cottonwood, and talked as they ate. They talked of trivial things, books they had read, random memories of things with friends.

They started walking home together, as they learned they lived in the same direction.

When walking on a side street, a person wearing a mask stopped them.

"Excuse me, do you have a phone on you? I need some directions."

"Of course," Sebastian said, pulling out his phone.

The person pulled out a knife, and arcs of electricity started crackling. "Give your phone to me. And your wallet too."

Sebastian stared at the knife, at the electricity crackling. He didn't react as the person, hand shaking, stabbed the knife towards him. Sebastian didn't react until after Calista had jumped in the way of the knife, getting stabbed.

Sebastian pulled out his sword and pointed it at the assailant, who quickly ran. Sebastian grabbed the phone he had dropped and called a taxi. He carried Calista out of the side street, and into the waiting taxi.

"I'll pay for any cleanup fees from the blood, just take us to the hospital," Sebastian told the taxi driver. "Please drive quickly."

Sebastian buckled Calista into her seat, careful not to touch where she had been stabbed. He took the seat beside her, and held her hand.

"Does it hurt much?" Sebastian asked.

"A lot. I don't think it's bleeding too much."

"The electricity cauterizes the wound, partially. The electricity causes more pain, and can cause nerve damage, but because you're less likely to bleed out, it usually is less deadly than a normal knife."

"How do you know this much? Do you want to be a doctor?" Calista asked.

"When I was eight, I was cut with an electrified sword. Me and a friend were swinging it around, having a play at being knights. He accidentally hit me, it wasn't with too much strength, he was only ten. But it interfered with my heart implant–"

The taxi arrived at the hospital. Sebastian carried Calista into the hospital. He told a nurse Calista's name and what had happened.

He waited outside her room as the doctors began to investigate the wound.

Sebastian called his father.

"Hello?"

"Hello Father," Sebastian said.

"Sebastian! How's the date? What's the chance of you making the banquet?"

"I'm at the hospital–"

"What happened? How are you? Give me the address, I'll be there right away."

"I'm fine. Calista was stabbed. I wanted to ask if you could tell her mother that– No, better I do it myself, I know the information. Could you give me Calista's mother's contact?"

"Of course. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, not even a scratch."

Llynel sent the phone number, and Sebastian called Calista's mother.

"Hello, Angam Orthea, how can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm Sebastian. I was on a date with Calista and she was stabbed."

"Is she alright?"

"I don't know. We're at a hospital, the Carlson Memorial Hospital. The doctors are looking at Calista now."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Thanks for calling me."

Sebastian sighed. He sat in his chair only a minute, then started pacing the waiting room.

He noticed some of the other people in the waiting staring at him. He stopped pacing, and stood in a corner.

He didn't want to make anyone else more nervous, but he couldn't sit still. And so Sebastian went through his sword forms, slowly, carefully.

Calista came home to her mom sitting tired at the table, a sandwich half-made in front of her.

When she saw Calista enter, she hurriedly put together the sandwich. Calissta made herself one as well, and sat down across from her mother.

"Calista, I have a hard request to ask of you. Someone who I know from the academy called me today. He asked that you go on a date with his son. I'm sorry, I couldn't say no, he didn't leave me any time. And you know how hard it is for me to go against anyone from the academy."

"I'll do it. I can handle one date. What time?"

"Tommorrow. At seven, at the Restraunt Sivario"

Calista nodded, and they ate the rest of their sandwiches in silence.

Sebastian knelt before his father, Llynel.

"Tommorow you will be having a date with the daughter of one of my friends from the academy. You will be at Sivario at a quarter to seven."

"Yes, father." Sebastian said. Right upon leaving his father's study, Sebastian's brothers came up to him.

"So, Chin, I heard you got a date. Finally," Aster said.

"Only because dad set it up for you," Raythier said.

Sebastian smiled his awkward smile.

"But the date will still be up to him. Need some pointers?" Aster said.

"I'll be fine, thank you."

"We at least need to help you get dressed," Jochlan said. Sebastian nodded.

Calista was walking home from her long shift at work. She was thinking of all the homework she had to do. She looked at her watch. 6:40. She had a good few hours to get a chunk knocked out. Oh. The date. She had to get all the way downtown, a thirty minute walk.

She turned around and picked upon the pace. The quicker she got to the stupid date, the quicker it would get over.

Sebastian arrived in a new tailored suit, with a sword at his side at Sivario at precisely 6:45. He walked in.

"Table for two, please. In the best table for date," Sebastian says.

The server leads Sebastian to a table secluded in the corner.

"Could I ask for the name of the person you are waiting for?"

"Calista Porthos."

The server nodded, and turned to leave.

"Could you bring out the best wine you have?" Sebastian asked.

"I will warn you. Our best wine costs ten thousand coin, more expensive than a young person such as you should be spending on a date."

"I have room for it in my budget, worry not."

The server nodded.

Calista arrived at Restraunt Sivario at 7:12, in her sweatshirt and pants, her hair a mess.

"Can I help you?" the server asked.

"I'm supposed to be here for a date. I'm late." Calista said.

"Are you Calista Porthos?"

Calista nodded.

She followed the server back to a corner of the restaurant. She sat down across from Sebastian, in his full suit. She hurriedly brushed back her hair.

"Hello, Calista," Sebastian said. "It is great to meet you."

Calista nodded and got seated. "I don't think I know your name. And sorry I'm late, my shift went longer than scheduled."

"No worries about that, I'm glad you were able to make it. I'm Sebastian Ernos."

Calista looked at the wine glass in front of her, and the wine glass in front of Sebastian.

"I don't really drink," she said.

Sebastian nodded. He waved the waiter over.

"Could you please take away the wine?" Sebastian said.

Both of them sat in silence as the waiter took away the glasses and the bottle, and then they watched him carry the tray away.

"What hobbies do you have?" Sebastian asked.

"Reading, although I haven't read a good book in a while," Calista said. "What about you?"

"I'm not sure. I'm on a quiz bowl team and I fence." He brushed his hand through his hair, showing his Academy tattoo on his forehead.

The same tattoo Calista's mother always tried to hide.

The waiter brought out two menus.

Sebastian looked at it quickly, then set it down.

"Manwa al Lain, is that some sort of sheep meat?" Calista asked.

"I think so. It's a meat that's covered in sauce with herbs sprinkled on top, I've never been certain of the meet, but it has a texture consistent of that of lamb."

The waiter returned "Are you ready to order?"

After Calista nodded, Sebastian did as well.

"I'd like the Scalia Noodles," he said.

"Could I get the Chicken Lamni?" Calista asked.

The server nodded and wrote down the orders.

After the server left, the two started talking about their respective schools, starting with what classes they were each in.

"Linear algebra is my favorite class I've ever taken, although that might just be because we get to do some very cool proofs in it at my school," Calista said. "It's a lot of work though."

"I have to take it next year, and I'm not looking forward to it. I prefer the more concrete subjects to math."

"If you don't like math why are you taking linear? I really enjoyed it, but that's specifically because I enjoy math."

"The Academy requires it to graduate."

"Of course it does," Calista says.

The server brings out their food.

Calista unrolls the silverware napkin to find three forks, two of which are identical, and the third a smaller version. She decided to use the small fork, for fun.

Sebastian ate his meal, trying to match the pace of Calista. She was awkward in eating it, poking at it at first, and so Sebastian ate small bites, and took breaks so that she wouldn't still be eating long after she finished.

Calista ate fast once she had tried everything, she found it all to her liking except whatever leaf they put on the side of the meat.

Sebastian than ate faster, trying to match Calista's speed. But, bound by the constraints of manners he had learned, he found he could not reach her pace.

And so, caught in this dilemma, Sebastian had to make a choice. He took bigger forkfuls of noodles, put them into his mouth even with noodles already there.

"You really love those noodles, huh?" Calista asked.

Sebastian waited while chewing the huge glob of food inside his mouth. Once he finally swallowed, he replied "They're my favorite thing at this restaurant."

By this point, Calista had finished three-quarters of her meal, and Sebastian two-thirds. Sebastian had forgotten just how many noodles the bowl held.

He ended up taking an extra two minutes to finish after Calista had scraped the last of the sauce off her plate.

The server came by and took the plates, "Shall I bring you a desert menu?"

Sebastian looked at Calista.

Calista was staring at Sebastian.

"What would you like?" Sebastian asked.

"Nothing tonight," Calista said.

The server nodded, and left to get the bill.

"Would you like me to walk with you to your car? I know the parking around here is a mess," Sebastian said.

"I walked here"

"If you want, I could drive you home."

"That would be nice, thank you."

The server brought out the check. 10,321 coin. Sebastian took the receipt and signed it. He touched his wrist to the chip reader, the standard tip he gave automatically deducted. He nodded his thanks to the server and they left.

Sebastian and Calista walked outside to the side of the building. While calling his car down, Sebastian also increased the tip percent, as he had found the server very helpful.

His car floated down from its parking spot on the roof. Immediately once it rested on the ground, Sebastian opened the passenger side door for Calista.

Once they were both in the car, and Calista's address was plugged in as the destination, Calista apologized to Sebastian.

"I'm sorry for cutting the date short, I've got a lot of homework to get caught up on."

"It's alright." Sebastian said. "It didn't seem like you were enjoying the time either."

"The restraunt was too fancy. I felt like I didn't fit in there."

"Really? My brothers agreed that it was the best place in the city for a date. But I guess they can be wrong."

"How about this," the words were slipping out of Calista's mouth before she had thought them through. "I'm free this Saturday for lunch. I'll show you my favorite date spot, it's a little sandwich shop."

Sebastian and Calista exchanged phone numbers, and the car beeped that it had reached its destination.

"I'll text you the time and place, thanks for driving me," Calista said while exiting the car.

Once she entered her house, Calista texted her friend, Iris. "i think i've got a second date with a guy on saturday"

Sebastian drove away, thinking about Saturday. He'd have to skip the award banquet, but he'd sat through the three previous years' ceremonies.

[will-on-the-internet]

Don't Forget It | Eddie Munson

Summary: When Eddie's head starts to fill with that self-conscious storm, he doesn't know what else to do but hide. But tonight, you're not letting him hide anymore, and you're certainly not letting him forget how much you love him, even if he thinks it's not true.

Warnings: Self-conscious Eddie, crying, swearing, angst!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is a very angsty fic, and surprisingly it was very cathartic to write. It's not something I'd usually do, but for some reason, this idea really fits well.

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Eddie was one of the most open people you knew, and you could often read him like a book, his emotions so evident on his face. But sometimes, as easily as the wind would shift, he’d pull away, turning into himself and hiding away from you. This didn’t happen often, normally he’d be okay and tell you what was on his mind, no matter how awful or self-deprecating it was, but sometimes the storm in his head got too much, and he always wanted to protect you from the messy thoughts in his brain. 

You hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, the both of you busy with exams at different schools, conflicting work schedules and an overload of homework and extracurricular activities. But it was Saturday, and the first Saturday night of each month was date night, and so far, Eddie hadn’t called to cancel. 

It was early when you got to his trailer, the sun still beaming down on you, and there were kids playing on the trailer park playground, parents calling them in for their dinner. Wayne was the one who answered the door, cigarette pinched between his lips and work uniform on, signalling he had the night shift. 

Like always, Wayne greeted you with a wide smile, a quick shoulder squeeze and offered a soda from the fridge, which you’d never refuse when you knew how much he liked having visitors like you come around. Eddie wasn’t in the lounge room or kitchen, and you couldn’t hear the shower going when you moved around the small space. It was like Wayne could tell what you were wondering as he watched you, and with a gentle sigh, he leaned against the small kitchen counter.

“Eddie’s in his room, kid. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to come by tonight, I thought Eddie would have cancelled.” Wayne takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head as you give him a questioning look. “Look, it’s not been a great week for him. The record shop let him go, since they’re closing at the end of the month, his English teacher has been hard on him about some dumb essay, and you know how Eddie can be, he’d rather blow out his eardrums with music instead of talking through his issues.” 

You let a sad smile slip through, knowing Wayne was correct, that Eddie wasn’t great at sharing negative emotions, no matter how much they were affecting him. 

“I knew I should have called before I came over, I’ve got nothing but radio silence from Eddie these last couple of weeks, he’s probably not really wanting to go on a date tonight.” You weren’t upset. Sure, you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend, but you knew he probably needed space more than he needed a night out on the town. 

“You could say hello if you wanted to. If I know anything about my nephew, it’s that his day always gets better when he sees his favourite person. Eddie’s in his bedroom working on the next D&D campaign.” Wayne crunches up his soda can then, and tosses it into the trash, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before picking up his wallet and keys. “Anyway, hang around if you want to, I’ve gotta go to work. There’s money on the bench for pizza if that takes your fancy, and really, kid, check in on Eddie, I know he’s missed having you around.” With that, Wayne’s squeezing your shoulder again, saying a gentle good night, then heading out the door and to his truck. 

The trailer is silent then, and you’re all alone in the small living space. One half of you wanted to walk right out of there, get back in your car and drive home, leaving Eddie in the peace he obviously wanted, but your other half, the half that selfishly missed his company and his smile and his voice, was pulling you towards his closed bedroom door. And before you knew it, you were knocking tentatively, not wanting to wake the beast that could be lying dormant inside. 

“Hey, uh, Eds. It’s me. Wayne just left for work…and I know you probably don’t feel up to going on our date tonight, and that’s absolutely fine, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?” The only response you get is utter silence, and you sigh softly, frowning and hoping Eddie would just answer the door, give you some sort of sign of life. But still nothing, so you push on. “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much these last couple of weeks, but I’m always here to talk if you want to…if you need to. You don’t have to lock yourself away, Eddie. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me everything, or if you just want to sit in silence together, but please understand that you’re not alone…please baby.” You pour your heart out to the closed door, but you still get nothing in response.

Giving up, and deciding that Eddie really did just want space and silence, you let your hand drop from the door and start walking away, planning to leave the small trailer and head home, trying to entertain yourself with the idea of a rented movie and maybe a takeaway. You couldn’t force Eddie to open up when he didn’t want to, or wasn’t ready, and you also knew you didn’t want to make the situation worse, but as you grabbed the handle of the front door and opened it, you heard a creaking behind you.

“I don’t deserve you.” Eddie’s in the doorway of his room, dressed in a raggedy Hellfire shirt and an old pair of sweats, hair a mess and hands marked with pen ink. He looked like he always did on a Saturday when you came over to hang out, but his eyes were red and his bottom lip was bitten and chapped. He could barely look at you when he spoke, but when you turned and looked at him, he knew you heard him.

“Hey, Eds.” You greet him softly, not wanting to startle too much when he already looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, eyes wide and everything. Eddie sniffs, and it’s clear to you then that he’s been crying, that the red eyes aren’t from smoking a blunt, but from letting tears fall while he’s alone in his room. You fight every urge to take him into your arms then, and instead fight back the sudden lump in your throat. “How are you?” You don’t know what else to say, but you do nearly mentally face palm once that question spills from your mouth. 

“Oh, you know, totally normal, loving these summer days and so enjoying all the exams.” Eddie tries to joke, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, it falls flat between the two of you, a big, ugly, bitter joke that is hard to swallow and a complete lie, and Eddie looks away again, scuffing his socked feet against the worn carpet. “I’m…I’m sorry for hiding from you. I just, my head got messy and you know…nothing like a bit of peace and quiet to think through your thoughts.”

“Did the time help?” Your question is soft, and though Eddie tries to smile, a crooked thing that isn’t all that honest, you know the answer. He’s shaking his head, twisting his hands together in the way he always does when he’s nervous or can’t form the right words in his head, and then he’s looking away, and crying out.

“No…it didn’t help.” You’re crashing into him then, wrapping him tightly in your arms as he breaks down, and he doesn’t expect it, nearly fights your embrace. But then he’s sobbing, and melting into you, clinging to your hold and crying into your neck. 

The two of you are on the carpet, wrapped around and providing a lifeline that you didn’t know the other one needed so bad, and all you can hear are Eddie’s gentle cries and your sniffs, trying desperately to dry your eyes. 

“Why…why do you love me? How can you even stand to be anywhere near me?” Hearing those words spill from your lover's mouth has your heart breaking, and it takes everything in you not to cry in response. Eddie’s still got his face smooshed into your chest, avoiding your gaze, and the material of your shirt is damp from his tears. 

“Oh, Eddie.” You don’t know how to answer him, of course, you want to spill your heart out to him, but you also know that he’s delicate right now, and you don’t want to worry him anymore. But you trudge on, and run your fingers up his back, soothing the wreck of a metal head. “I love you because you’re the strongest man I know. You’re always kind to those who deserve it, always trying to make someone’s day better when they need it, you’re funny and sweet and talented and smart and perfect for me in every way.” Eddie’s smiling slightly at your words, but you can tell it’s not the real answer he’s looking for. “Baby, why do you think I love you?”

You hoped you’d get an answer, but Eddie just shrugs, hair falling in front of his face and eyes downcast once again. 

“Honestly? Half the time I don’t believe you when you say you love me. I mean, no one else has ever loved me, my uncle tolerates me, I know if I left town forever no one would miss me…” His words drifted off as you cupped his cheeks, urging the man to look up at you, thumbs moving to catch the tears that are about to fall, and you have to try with all your might not to sob when he utters his next sentence. "It's not that I'm saying I'm unlovable, just... some people have to be easier to love than others, right?" 

“Is this what you’ve been worrying about these last couple of weeks? If I love you, if you deserve to be with me?” Eddie shrugs once again, and for a moment you want to shake some sense into him, scream to the world that you love him and adore him, but you know that’s the last thing that’ll work.

“You could be with someone like Steve, someone who can give you everything in every moment. Someone who’s not an emotionally constipated high school failure that the world already gave up on, some who’s not into playing games for kids or music that makes your ears want to–.” You stop him then, a hand over his mouth, and you shake your head, hurt and sadness etched on your face.

“Sweetheart, I want you to listen real close, okay? Because for once and for all I’m going to tell you something, and you need to listen, right? You hear me, Eddie?” He only nods, and you remove your hand, letting it sit against his chest, right over his heart. You take a deep breath then lean your head against his, and speak softly so that only he can hear as if it’s a little secret between the two of you. And you would scream it to the world if he needs you to, to tell it to fuck off and stop trying to destroy a man who’s just trying his best, but you’ll leave that to another time. “I love you. I love you, and not any unrealistic or nonexistent version of you. I love you for you, and all of your flaws too. Sure, sometimes you can be a total butthead, a ridiculous pain in the ass and sometimes I want to yell and scream at you, but I will always take the good and the bad days, Eddie Munson. You deserve every ounce of love I give you, and you have all my love, and will always have it. I don’t want Steve, I don’t want someone else even if you think I do or that I deserve someone else, because I will always only want you. You’re my goofy, metal head who’s the sweetest man imaginable, always knows how to make people laugh, and always, always, makes sure I know that I’m safe, I’m okay, and that you love me. And I don’t want to hear any more of you doubting yourself about it, Eddie. If you think like this again, then come to me, and I’ll tell you that I love you as many times as I need to, in fact, I won’t stop telling you until I die.” 

Eddie’s smiling then, and it’s finally reaching his big brown eyes, a sight that has you falling in love all over again, and his hands are holding your waist, keeping you close to him in hopes that you’ll stay with him forever. 

“I love you, Eddie Munson, and don’t you forget it.” You’re kissing him then, gentle at first until he responds, and then firm enough to make it clear that this isn’t just another dream like he’s been having these last couple of weeks. You love him, you need him and you want him, and you’re not letting him disappear without a fight. 

Eddie’s breathless from the kiss by the time you’re pulling away, and he leans into your touch when your fingers card through his hair in that delicious way he loves, and finally, after his tears are dry and he’s smiling down at you, wide and bright, he’s uttering words you’ve longed to hear.

“I don’t think I could ever forget after that speech, sweetheart. And just so you know, I love you too, and I always will.” He’s kissing you now, all over your face and your neck and any skin he can reach, and you’re laughing into the space around you, a sound that’s so warm and lovely it makes his skin tingle. He’s relieved, finally out of that dark place he was for ages before, and though you both know that you’re not out of danger yet, it’s a good start. 

It’s during pizza on the couch in front of some dumb movie neither of you are paying attention to, that you repeat that you love him, that you take him in your arms once again and shower him with affection. It’s not the typical Saturday night date, but you don’t care, because he’s yours, and you’re his, and you’re not going to let him forget that any time soon.

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[hwalilac]

Do You Love Me?

⇴ pairing: park seonghwa x gn!reader

⇴ genre: fluff, angst, F2L

⇴ words: 1.4k

⇴ warnings: crying, jealousy, drinking

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For Seonghwa, you were his ride or die. He did everything for you. He would drop what he’s doing in a heartbeat for you. He would never tell you he loved you, but he did. And you… you were oblivious. To you, you had no idea Seonghwa liked you, let alone loved you. The problem was, you liked him back. But you, never in a million years, thought he liked you back.

It was complicated. Nothing ever moved forward. Both of you were just too scared of the ‘what if’s’. But nothing would ever separate you. You’d been friends since middle school, Seonghwa being the first kid to come up to you on your first day of school. He gets you. He always did. You’d be nothing without him. He’d be nothing without you.

You spent your Saturday afternoon relaxing, eating and sleeping. You weren’t expecting to do anything today anyways. However, as soon as Seonghwa called you about a little get together with the boys at their apartment, you immediately got dressed. He said there would be alcohol as well, fueling you to move faster.

By the time you got there, everyone was already gathered around the living room, sipping on their drink of choice. Seonghwa immediately got up to get you a drink, without even asking you. When he comes back, he hands you your favorite alcohol, proving how well he knows you. You sit down on the floor, opening the bottle and taking a big chug. When you lower the bottle, you see Wooyoung staring at you with a smirk.

“Can I help you with something, Woo?”, you ask teasingly. “I don’t know, can you?”, his voice is filled with a touch of lust, but is mostly covered by his drunken slurring of words. You thought only you picked up on the hint of flirting, so you just let it go. Little did you know that Seonghwa’s hard eyes shot daggers into Wooyoung’s side.

The rest of the night went pretty smoothly, you all stuffing Chinese food in your mouths from the store down the street. By the time it was 10 pm, most of the guys were already in their rooms, headed to bed. You let out the biggest yawn, before getting your stuff ready to leave. While you were in the kitchen, cleaning off your utensils, Wooyoung peeked his head around the corner, directly at you.

“Hi Y/n,” his words were even more slurred than before. Usually he doesn’t drink this much, but you’re not too worried about his behavior. “Hello Wooyoung,” your amused tone spurring him to keep talking. He compliments your outfit, which you give a polite thank you, before telling him to go to bed. “You should head to bed with me,” he jokes, which you know he’s not serious.

Seonghwa happens to walk into the kitchen when Wooyoung says that, his eyes widening when he sees that it’s you he’s talking to. He stands behind the wall, listening for your response. Your response however, is not what he was hoping for. You let out a giggle, the alcohol letting you joke more with Wooyounf than normally do. “Maybe I will,” you say, almost seductively.

For Seonghwa, this moment broke his precious heart. He didn’t stick around for the rest of the conversation, quickly heading to his room and quietly shutting the door. His back hit the door, him slowly sliding down the surface, until he hit the floor.

He knew Wooyoung is like this, but he never thought you would flirt back. And to be honest with himself, he was incredibly hurt. Why did he ever think he had a chance with you? His head sat in his hands, quietly letting out a few sobs before quickly heading to bed in hopes it would get it off his mind.

The next few days are a blur for you, sleeping the day away on Sunday after your killer headache. Monday and Tuesday were classes, with an incredibly tight schedule. Luckily you had Wednesdays off, giving you time every week to spend a day with Seonghwa. Because this is routine for you guys, you’re surprised when you don’t find a good morning text, along with a time he’ll be at your place.

You almost panic, before coming to the conclusion that he must’ve slept through his alarm. You go about your morning normally, giving him time to wake up. By the time 9 am rolls around and there is still no text from him, you start to get a little worried. You send a “good morning, you ok?”, text, hoping he just simply forgot. But by the time it hits 11 am and nothing, you decide to just leave him alone, thinking he might just want to be alone today.

You try not to worry about him as the week goes by without any word for him, but when it hits Friday and there’s still nothing, you decide to text Hongjoong. It turns out Hwa has been hiding in his room all week, not coming out unless he’s hungry. You decide enough is enough, and head over to their place Friday night.

When you knock on the door, Jongho answers, letting you in, knowing you’re there for Seonghwa. You quietly head over to his door, trying not to disturb anyone, before knocking on his door. It takes a minute before he opens his door, but when he does, you find that his eyes are swollen and tired. But once they lie on you, they widen almost comically. You’d laugh if you weren’t so worried.

Before you can ask him anything, he speaks first, “What do you want?”. His tone almost hurts to hear, not expecting such irritation. Your mouth drops open, hoping he’s not talking to you like that. And yet, he is, judging by the frown on his lips. You scoff, before pushing him aside to march into his room. “What is wrong with you, Hwa? What’s happening?”, you question, almost desperately. You wrack your brain trying to understand why he’s so upset with you.

He stays quiet for a second, before huffing and moving to his bed. He sits down, his head facing the ground. “It’s dumb.” He cannot be serious. You sit next to him, grab his hands in yours and tell him to tell you anyways. He lets out another long sigh, before confessing. “I didn’t like when Wooyoung flirted with you, and you didn’t stop him.” You sit there for a second, not even understanding what he’s talking about.

Then it hits you, “You mean last Saturday? When I was drunk out of my mind?”. You shake your head and squeeze his hands. He frowns, before continuing, “I’m sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry for not telling you.” He quickly takes his hands out of yours, before facing you. “I love you. I love you more than anything.” Your jaw can’t help but drop, in pure shock. There’s no way.

“Seonghwa, don’t play with me.” You spit out at him, in pure denial of his words. But he reassures you, “I do. And I was so jealous, when it’s not my place to. You’re not mine.” Your eyes swell up with tears, part of you still not sure he’s telling the truth. But it’s Seonghwa, of course he is. “Hwa… I love you too.” He sits there, face blank. You can see when it finally hits him, that you like him back. You like each other.

He lets out the biggest sigh of relief, thankful that this constant state of secretly pining over each other can be over. You like him. No no, you love him. That’s all he could ever ask for. Once the silence finally sets in, he can’t help but apologize over and over again. There’s no way he really ignored you, when he could’ve just admitted his feelings to you. But it all worked out in the end.

The rest of the night consisted of gentle kisses, cuddling and telling each other all the untold feelings that were bottled up. You can help but lie in his arms, hoping to never leave his side again. This is the start of something new, something beautiful. The funny thing is, when you finally told the boys about your new relationship, Wooyoung shouted “Finally!”. There was nothing to worry about. He had you, and you had him.

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[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Self indulgent fluff because my sleep schedule has been horrible lately and it pisses me off 🥲

Modern AU with Giyuu tomioka

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The phone’s screen shined on your face in the dark bedroom. It was already five am and you still didn’t feel tired. You gave up on any technique to help you sleep since none of them ever worked. You scrolled through your phone, waiting until your body forced you to sleep since it was the only time you would actually be successful. A large exhale left your nose as you started to get frustrated at the thought. You didn’t like how difficult it was for you to sleep lately. It’s was aggravating. You’d either sleep all day or wake up early with barely any hours of sleep just to still stay awake until the sun rose.

Your boyfriend, Giyuu, was however fast asleep beside you. Both of your backs facing each other as his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath he took. You look back at him and admire him for a bit. He always looked so nice when he was asleep. He somehow managed to look even more charming. His broad shoulders making him look like a tall mountain and his hair finally let loose from his hair tie and splayed out on his pillow. You were glad he was getting some well deserved rest. He always got Saturday’s and Sunday’s off since he worked at the highschool so those were the only two days he was allowed to sleep in. You enjoyed those days with him. Being able to have slow, lazy mornings with him. Snuggling up against each other as the sun slowly made its way high into the sky. The birds being your alarms rather than your annoying phones. Not feeling any rush to get up and out of bed, just being in each other’s embrace until you both get too hungry for breakfast to urge you out of the soft blankets.

You place your phone down for a second so that you could turn and place a small kiss on Giyuu’s clothed shoulder blade. Grazing your fingers across his back a little before turning back to your phone. It was a new thing you were doing. With the whole no sleeping thing, you’d often randomly kiss Giyuu throughout his slumber. He never woke up from it and you never told him about it. It was just a nice affectionate thing you liked to do every night now. You could never help yourself anyways, he’s just too kissable to begin with. You turn back to your phone and continue to scroll through it. The weight on the bed shifts and Giyuu starts to roll over in his sleep, his face now looking at your back. You didn’t bother to look since he occasionally rolled every once in a while in his sleep. However, Giyuu started to feel himself stir awake.

His eyes slowly opening to see a bright light. He notices that you’re on your phone. Your brightness was the lowest it could be but to him, who was asleep and just barely opened his eyes, it was too bright. He exhaled deeply as he wraps an arm around your waist. With his arm hooked around you, he pulls himself closer into you and places a lazy kiss on your shoulder. You turn over to see your boyfriend tiredly snuggling himself close to you. You place your phone down to give him your attention.

“Why’re still awake, Love?” He tiredly mumbles out.

“Can’t sleep.”

“Why not?”

You shrug and lock your hand with his, bringing it up to your lips to place a small kiss on his knuckles. “Don’t know. It’s been like this for a while.”

Giyuu shoots up and looks at you with concerned, tired eyes. “What? Why didn’t you tell me? I could help.”

“I’ve tried everything. Nothing helps. And it’s alright, I’m sure it’ll pass. I’m sure I’ll get back to my normal sleeping schedule eventually.”

Giyuu pouts at you and places a kiss on your temple. “I don’t think that’s not how you solve an issue like this. I could make you some tea? Lavender and camomile? Those help with sleep.”

You turn yourself to be facing Giyuu, now wrapping your arm around him as well and sigh, “I’ve already tried. Didn’t work.”

Giyuu brings a hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb gliding over your cheek. “Hmmm I could stay up with you. Until you fall asleep as well.”

“You’re sweet, but I wouldn’t want you to do that. You need your rest.”

“So do you.” Giyuu answers, placing another small kiss on your nose.

You smile, “I know I know. But you shouldn’t stay up as late as me.”

“I don’t want you staying up so late either. A shitty sleep schedule is never good. It’s not healthy.” Giyuu starts to yawn as his fingers start to comb through your hair. You just hum in agreement as you place your head more against his chest.

“Mmm I know what’ll help you sleep.” Giyuu says tiredly, his eyes trying to resist to urge to close.

“What?”

“I kiss you to sleep.”

“Kiss me to sleep?”

“Yeah, I kiss you all over, until we both fall asleep. Hold you close to me. You cuddle in close. It’ll be relaxing. So relaxing that stubborn brain of yours will finally feel the need to rest already.” Giyuu almost slurs with his deep, tired voice.

“Mmmm you could try. I’ve never tried that method before, maybe it’ll work. And I could never say no to kisses from you.”

Giyuu smiles happily as he places a kiss on your forehead. “That’s one.” Giyuu starts to place more and more soft kisses across your face. His fingertips grazing along your clothed back softly. His hands also finding their way into your hair occasionally to pet as well. His soft kisses feeling warm against your skin as his tired breathes between each kiss tickled you. His hair a mess and grazing against your face every once in a while as well. You slowly start to feel your brain go fuzzy as you get closer and closer to falling asleep. You hum out happily as you make yourself more comfortable into Giyuu’s arms, legs tangled together with the soft blanket keeping you both warm during the cold night. The feeling of his lips slowly starting to fade away as your drift further away into sleep. Giyuu smiles happily to himself, proud that his method was working and placed a final, lingering kiss on your forehand, wishing you a good night through a yawn as he fell asleep alongside you.

[frankensteinsfriend]

The basic backstory is this:

The Last Saturday in April I drag myself home from work feeling, if nothing else, just kinda “meh”. Fine mostly. My dad stops to get captain d’s and everything in me says “you aren’t hungry, you’ll feel bad if you eat that, don’t get it” and so I reject getting food. I realize I really don’t have an appetite.

It’s an hour later. I’m sitting on the couch and I lean over to pet my dog when sharp pain strikes my lower right abdomen. It’s sudden, and surprising, and I go “huh that’s weird”. But it keeps coming, and getting worse, and I can’t get comfortable. I go upstairs and lay down, a heating pad on my stomach. I hurt. I continue to hurt. I begin to wonder if I might have appendicitis. No appetite and lower right side pain, never had my appendix out, makes sense. But I HATE the idea of going to the ER and then feeling embarrassed because it was nothing, so I suffer. I go to bed and say if the pain wakes me up I’ll go to the ER.

Anyway, so I survive the night and move on. Pain continues on and off, until I hit a Saturday that I’m working again, so two weeks from the start of this. Pain. Pain and suffering. Leg pain, lower right side pain, nausea, dizziness, can’t stand without swaying and feeling lightheaded, legs so weak they may as well not be there. I’m closing shift so I can’t go home, so I hold on. (Later I’d be told by one of my bosses to PLEASE just text her next time and she’d fill in. This was surprising to me.) my coworkers are concerned, especially because I keep excusing myself both to go to the bathroom and to lay with my head on my desk in the back for a few minutes at a time. When I come back from another long break, my coworkers have pulled out the chair and demanded I sit for the hour, at least, and refuse to let me do too much shelving.

Time pases and Monday comes, and I still hurt. I realize I should call my clinic. They get me an appointment the following day.

My doctor pokes around and says “it doesn’t sound like the appendix, it sounds like gallbladder. let’s get you blood work and an ultrasound.

Blood work comes back normal. The nurse is surprised when I say I’m still in pain and suggests pepto Bismol, and when I say it doesn’t help, she says “try a little baking soda in water. You’ll burp and relieve the gas. Anyway, you still want the ultrasound?”

I go get the ultrasound and a few hours after my doctor calls me like “you have a 7mm gallbladder polyp. We’re sending you to a GI doctor.”

After a week of waiting the person who does scheduling comes back and says “ok I faxed them they’ll get you in.”

I get the next possible appointment

The doctor says “doesn’t sound like a gallbladder problem. Polyps have no symptoms usually. Anyway, sounds like your appendix so before we refer you to a surgeon let’s get a CT scan and more bloodwork.”

So I get the CT scan.

CT scan runs, I get results that night on my patient portal. Basically the gallbladder is “normal” and the polyp isn’t even mentioned. There’s a differently sized 1.5cm ovarian cyst, and mild free fluid in the cul-de-sac that is suspicious for partially ruptured dominant follicle or functional ovarian cyst, “potentially” symptomatic.

They suggest another CT scan with contrast to focus on pelvic area.

The scheduling GI doctor messages me through the portal to say that the GI doctor is ordering a pelvic ultrasound. The imaging place calls me the next day and suggests I come in at 3 that day.

Unnerving, as the first time with them the impression was that they HAD no appointments available (mostly) and now it’s like “hey today good?”

But it was not, alas, so next Friday when I’m off is that follow up. By then, we’ll know our next steps. But this whole ordeal has pissed me off. Gallbladder polyp just disappears on the CT scan? Or just not worth mentioning? Ovarian cyst didn’t show on the ultrasound? the same place and theoretically the same doctor reviewed the scans. What the hell? Also the appendix just like, wasn’t even visible on the CT which is funny considering that’s the main reason we did the CT.

Anyway life sucks and I’m tired. I wish they’d just determine “gallbladder” and I’d get the surgery and I’d go “woo! I feel better!” And be done.

Thinking I should chronicle my gallbladder polyp/not gallbladder (?) ordeal on this blog while also chronicling my Halloween movies watch throughs

Since this blog is a quiet little corner and I’m frustrated and want to vent in a way that doesn’t bother anyone

[piercethelenn]

❝🌙I'm Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket❞

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A Jake Sim one-shot.

Based on the song by Pierce the Veil.

Pairing: Non idol! Jake x Fem! reader.

Genre: Angst, angst and even more angst. College AU, best friend! Jake.

Synopsis:

It is said that time can put an end to anything, making flowers wither, friends grow apart, lead love to die and promises to fade into nothing.

The most painful part? Only one of you seem to notice how your perfect sandcastle is helplessly crumbling.

Warnings: Swearing, reader is drunk, mentions of smoking and alcohol consumption, it's implied that the reader had bad experiences with dangerous people. Slight manipulation. Bad ending.

Word count: 2k.

Darling, it's cold outside

It'll be alright

The soft murmur emanating from the car's engine was Jake’s only company on this cold Saturday night, as he drove through the serene highway, going nowhere in particular, thankful for the unusually light traffic. This was one of his favorite pastimes, to open the window and let the cold breeze wash away all of the stress and worries accumulated during the packed schedule that tormented him the whole week.

But nice things can never last forever, can they?

Jake took the opportunity during a red traffic light to close the window, as he decided it was enough steam freed for the night and wanted to head back home, when he suddenly heard the familiar call tone ringing from his phone that rested on the passenger seat. It was a call, from none other than you.

He sighed heavily and reached for the device before the light turned green. Many possible scenarios raced through his mind seconds before answering the call, and by how well he knew you, his best friend, it was a given that he guessed almost everything correctly, even though this was one of the few times he desperately wished to be proven wrong.

一Jakeeey!一 Your lively voice and child-like giggles made their way into Jake’s ears like a heavy gust of smoke, he knew that tone so well, at some point it had become even more familiar than the way you normally spoke 一Something super weird just happened!一 You continued, there was no need for him to give you any sort of reaction or answer, it’s not like you would take account of them anyway. 一I was at this place with the girls… and now I teleported!一 Oh, you were so wasted. Jake could practically see you right now in your drunken state just by the way you dragged your words and paused every time you forgot the basic English vocabulary. He figured your friends had left you behind too, as they have been doing almost every time now, but your stubborn self would never listen to his warnings about them.

The call abruptly ended just in time as the traffic light turned green, but it didn’t matter, Jake knew exactly where the bunch of snakes you insisted on calling "friends" had abandoned you. He took the U turn and raced through the same highway he had been peacefully enjoying just a few moments ago.

And there you were, as greatly expected, barely standing on the sidewalk, heels in hand and a tight navy dress hugging your figure, just a few blocks away from where Jake had found you last week. He slowly made the car come to a halt in front of you, and like the gentleman he was, he got out to open the door for you, receiving an overly exaggerated “thank you” and a few shoulder pats in return.

To other people, riding through the highway at night with a longtime friend would have been the perfect plan for a lazy weekend like this one, but the marks that Jake’s nails were leaving on the steering wheel were giving away how anxious and uncomfortable your current state made him feel. However, you were so out of your mind that his tense posture went totally unnoticed, as you kept ranting about all the events that took place a few minutes ago. 一...And I even danced on a table! You should've been there, everyone's eyes were on me…一 The strong smell of alcohol and smoke mixed with your laughter made Jake feel like tearing up anytime soon out of impotency.

Just… Why did you keep insisting on attending parties only to get hunted by dangerous men and left alone in the middle of the street? He had tried countless times to convince you to hang out with him on weekends to have fun the way you both used to, but getting into college and engaging with the wrong people had led you to become a defenseless party monster who had no regard for her own safety.

For instance, your alcohol tolerance was shit, but you always insisted on drinking until not even the water from the flowerpots was left, and since Jake has no interest in crowded rooms full of smoke, drunk people and loud music, you were left on your own. He truly pitied you, but on your part, you have never felt this euphoric in your life before. You were just enjoying your college life and having fun like this made you feel unstoppable.

In the past, Jake and you used to promise to each other that your friendship would be everlasting, and seeing how similar both of you were in terms of personality and values, everyone around you though the same; Yet right now, all those words echoed like empty cans in his mind, worsening the worry-induced headache. What can a lighthearted and now meaningless promise do in this situation, when the only person who still believed in those words was slowly falling asleep in the passenger seat?

Adrenaline long gone, your eyelids started to heave, to the point where you almost missed the sudden halt of the car. 一What are we doing here?一 You managed to ask in a faint whisper, but your friend was already gone. Looking out the window was no use to get a clue of your current location, as your vision was getting blurrier by the second, so you opted to close your eyes and wait for him to get back.

The door was opened a few minutes later and the rustling of plastic bags could be heard. You gently placed a hand on Jake's thigh to get his attention, making him flinch 一Jakey一 You called with your eyes still closed 一Can I sleep at your place today? I don't wanna wake my roommate up…一.

So, making me worry, ruining my night and asking me to take care of you is okay but you draw the line at waking that friend of yours? 一Sure一. He bit his tongue hard enough to avoid any more words from escaping, this was not the time to be selfish; The problem is that it was never time to put himself first, but he knew by experience that arguing with a drunk you was not worth trying.

The ride back to his place was silent, except for the nonsense that left your mouth as you talked in your sleep from time to time, giving Jake the reassurance that you had not passed out yet. It was a total mystery for him just how did your body manage to avoid an ethyl coma, but he was glad it did, or else he would have to carry you all the way to his apartment. None of the neighbors would have questioned it if he had to drag you inside though, since everyone in the building already knew you from all the times it happened.

He parked the car and got out first to open the door, giving you his jacket and helping you get on your feet. The clock had already hit two in the morning when Jake made you sit on his couch and sprawled the contents of one of the plastic bags from before on the coffee table. Even if you felt dizzy and your vision was still a little blurry, you recognized many of the blisters as hungover medicine; you were so familiar with them that only by seeing the colors you could guess the brands. 一I never had any of these before and I didn't know which one you prefer, so I brought all of them一 He explained as he placed a glass of water on the table, but you were not in the mood to take medicine, so you shook your head and rejected his help. 一Please Y/N, I can only imagine how much you drank at the party, your head will hurt tomorrow…一 He tried again, but you crossed your arms and told him it there was no need, how stubborn. 一Fine, but you have to drink the water at least, your body needs it to counter the alcohol levels一.

You rolled your eyes and tried to stand up to face him, but inevitably fell back on the sofa, as your legs had no energy left to keep you standing 一You sound like both my father and my doctor at the same time, you're so annoying!一 You whined, a put making its way to your face. It took all in him not to kick you out of his apartment for being an ungrateful brat. Instead, he sighed and placed the medicines back into the bag, but decided to leave the water there just in case you came back to your senses.

一Fine, you can sleep there if you want, I'll be in my room if you need anything.一 You watched with tired eyes as he disappeared through the door, wondering why he avoided asking you if you wanted to sleep on his bed with him like you both used to. Jake's jacket worked as an improvised blanket as you laid on the sofa, the smell of his cologne emanating from the soft fabric quickly put you to sleep.

In the next room, however, your friend was wide awake, holding tightly onto an unopened bottle of vodka and discarding the empty plastic bag from the convenience store. He sighed heavily and uncapped the drink, taking a tentative sip of the transparent liquid and flinching immediately, as he had not expected it to be so strong. Of course, Jake had drank alcohol before, but no beer could compare to the burning sensation spreading from his tongue and down his throat, making him feel sick in the stomach. He paused for a moment, looking at nothing in particular and questioning all the past decisions in his life that had led to this exact moment, and decided there was no turning back now, so he drank straight from the bottle again, and again, and again, until half of it was gone.

Right when he thought it was not as bad as it seemed, the alcohol in his veins hit him with a delayed reaction, sending him into a dazed state. He now understood why people said it was best to eat something before drinking, but he did not care, he wanted to drown the pain, wash away all the memories he had of you, for as long as this unfamiliar trance enabled him to.

He suddenly felt like laughing, because all this was just so stupid, why was he letting you make him go through a hard time, every single weekend? It was time for him to let you go, but it was not easy for him, because you had been his best friend since forever, and he loved you dearly, regardless of everything. But what about you? Would you feel sad if he ever decided to block your number and pretend you both never met? He remembered all the past times when you would use his sofa for the night and disappear early in the morning without leaving a single trace behind, not even a simple “Thank you”, and thought that maybe, he was just as replaceable to you as an empty bottle, like those you accumulated every Saturday.

Jake laid on his bed, and as he looked at the ceiling, he recalled all the times when you told him that one day, both of you would live together after graduating highschool. He never minded it not happening, because he understood that you, as a woman, needed your space, but he could not help but wonder if you both would have grown apart as much if you both shared a living space.

Still, it was too late for that, because Jake decided that he had enough. This time, he would put himself first, and as he sat again on the bed to drink the last sip of vodka left in the glass bottle, he promised that after tonight, he would never see your face ever again.

But I will soon forget the color of your eyes

And you'll forget mine

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