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Bittersweet ! 💋

mdni <3 you’re here pt 8

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~ in which Ellie breaks up with you and you go a little crazy ~

ex! ellie williams x fem! reader , abby anderson x fem! reader

college au!

warnings: SMUT!!! angst, break up, cheating,cursing, toxic behavior, smut in future chapters, sexual themes<3 feminine and girly reader ,not proof read!!

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The short drive to the restaurant was so fucking shitty already oh and don’t get her started on the fight that ellie had with dina while getting ready. She recalled that annoying voice of her girlfriend screaming and nagging at her for her outfit even though it was the most formal thing she owned…it had a meaning also but dina absolutely hated it ellie are you serious? you can’t wear that it’s like 40 years old what will my family think?! Ellie rolled her eyes and ignored her comments, she didn’t give a flying fuck it was a perfectly fine outfit and she looked so good in her newest pair of black pants, a white button up shirt and Joel’s old jacket that he gifted Ellie because it didn’t fit him anymore..(it was from his young years he saved it for her!)

she remembered when you surprised her with sewing it tighter so it fit her properly! She can’t stop looking at the small detail you also left for her..your initials sewed on the inside of her right sleeve by her wrist..in a delicate baby blue color..she let out a heavy sigh on the passenger seat of dina’s car, her head glued on the window not daring to take a look at her girlfriend..she insisted on driving not wanting her family to see her get into Joel’s beat up truck ellie please i’ll drive..not planning to drink anyway..my family can’t see me get into your old ass truck at this point ellie just accepted that she’ll never meet the expectations of her girlfriends family..thank god dina’s driving because ellie would’ve driven into a tree on full speed wouldn’t survive without a drink or two..

that’s when her mind wandered to her first meeting with your parents it was a hot summer night you and ellie spent the entire day outside got some ice cream and forced ellie to tan with you..which resulted in a big sunburn on her back..it was painful as fuck but she didn’t care because she just had so much fun with you besides you took care of her sunburn for the next few days so she didn’t complain…later that day you invited her for dinner with your family it was a barbecue in your backyard your dad busy with everything that was on the grill he always placed extra meat on ellie’s plate so she can get big and strong as she commented that she just started working out..your mom giggled don’t eat too much from the grill i still have dessert in the fridge! and it was the best tiramisu she’s ever eaten in her entire life

..that night she also stayed at your house..you stayed up until you could see the beautiful sunrise from your balcony..your eyes were glued to the beautiful scenery in front of you but ellie’s eyes never left you..the way the sunlight kissed your nose and spread all over your face making you look like the angel you were and still are today..if the sun was a person it would always be you. ellie look the sunrise is so pretty! your smile almost blinded her because it was so beautiful and bright under the golden light..yeah it’s pretty..but you’re prettier…

Ellie woke up from her daydream as dina parked the car, heart heavy in her chest as she replayed the memories of you in her head..rethinking about what she could’ve had if she hadn’t been a total asshole..in moments like these she’d smoke a blunt or/and ‘pop’ an edible as she’d always say..(depending on how horrible she’s feeling) ever since you broke up her consumption habits have increased..she couldn’t even remember the last day that she was fully sober..but she wanted to make a good first impression today right? she regretted staying sober so bad

Ellie and Dina got into the restaurant silently, the friendly waiter walked them to their table with freshly baked bread, olive oil and red wine vinegar..ellie munched mindlessly on a piece of bread and burned her tongue while they waited for her family to arrive, still in complete silence…as she was about to give some lame ass excuse to go outside to smoke an emergency cigarette she had in her pockets (just in case she needed to calm herself down) Dina’s family arrived , not noticing you and abby right behind them.

here goes nothing

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you were blown away by the restaurant, you couldn’t even believe that it was a real place..it was on the highest floor of a tall building surrounded by big windows allowing you to see your city from above..you could see every single light and movement of the night it was really beautiful.

“ahh yes miss anderson! It’s a pleasure to have you and your beautiful lady here, please follow me i’ll lead you to your table.”

you and abby thanked him and took a seat.

“would you like a bottle of our finest vino tinto? i can also get you champagne or something from our variation of cocktails?”

both of you looked through the menu and decided that you wanted to share an appetizer, then you moved on to the main course, convincing abby to choose something you wanted to try too so you can share.

“i’m the driver today so i’ll take a sparkling water with lemon please and no dessert for me”

the waiter nodded as he selected her choices on his electronic device then he turned in your direction.

“i’ll take a frozen strawberry daiquiri and a matcha crème brûlée for dessert please”

he thanked you two and moved on to the other tables.

Ellie’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets by her starstruck expression as she spotted you and anderson. The way you held onto her bicep as you walked to your table made her blood boil, the fake smile she put on her face fell almost immediately. The fact that you looked like a model in your pretty dress and obviously new designer shoes didn’t make it any better. You looked like someone out of a movie..you looked like abby’s trophy wife and it hurt so fucking bad how perfect you looked together.

Ellie’s sadness quickly turned into pure disgusting jealousy as abby pulled her sleeves up to her elbows, exposing her obnoxiously shiny rolex and her stupid toned and veiny underarms. She observed how you drooled over her, biting your lip and giving her those bedroom eyes Ellie used to receive…as if you’d fuck her right there and then and she hated it she hated every second of it..

or did she?

Ellie started losing herself in her thoughts again..the voices of dina and her family slowly fading away as her mind wandered while her eyes were focused on you..suddenly you stood up and climbed onto the table, now you were on all fours moving towards abby until you were eye to eye with your noses touching..abby was already unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her chest.. the way you arched your back made her head spin it only got worse as you proceeded to crash your lips on abby‘s, devouring her mouth with your wet tongue while biting and sucking on her lower lip..

you let go of her and got on the ground again, you slipped your dress right off of your shoulders..red fabric pooling right by your ankles leaving you in nothing but your expensive designer heels. Ellie was a drooling mess she could cum from the sight alone..jesus fuck she cursed under her breath as you undressed abby, revealing her big navy strap on underneath her slacks..she took a seat on the table with you on top of her facing your backside..her rough hands grabbed onto your waist and picked you up..hovering your asshole on top of her lubed up cock..giving ellie a perfect view of your fucked out face while spreading your legs open..your dripping pussy on perfect display.

“abby fuck my ass please! yesyes fuck just like that-ah!” you begged for abby as she lowered your body down on her length..your tight walls swallowing her whole as she moved you up and down..Ellie’s eyes almost missed the way you mouthed ‘come here’ as she ogled your bouncing tits…your pornographic moans filled the entire room but the other guests acted like you weren’t there..Ellie didn’t give a fuck she needed to be inside you now..she hurriedly got up from her chair and undressed immediately on her short way to your table where you were being fucked in the ass by abby..as she unbuttoned her pants she revealed the strap she was suddenly wearing herself..it’s so thick and your favorite shade of pink..god she remembered how much you loved it when she fucked you with that one..ellie positioned herself in between yours and abby’s spread legs..she teased your drooling hole with her tip and grabbed your jaw “beg for me slut” your eyes proceed to water yes you loved the way abby split your ass open but you needed ellie you needed more “ellie baby please fuck my pussy! a-ah i’ll do anything just stuff me daddy!”

your breath hitched when ellie held both of your legs open as she slammed her hips into your cunt..every time her fat tip dragged across your sweet spot you could see stars the sensation of your holes being abused and filled at the same time sent you into an entire different dimension you were about to squirt everywhere if they kept going like this!!

“god ellie just like that! so fucking good baby! gonna cum so hard oh-!”

she loved when you screamed her name

“ellie! ellie!”

you sneaked your arms around her neck and pulled her into a heated kiss, teeth colliding as you tried to kiss her harder and harder while the familiar sensation of an orgasm approached

“ellie ‘m gonna-“

snap!

“earth to ellie? your food’s getting cold”

Ellie woke up from her second daydream of the day with uncomfortably drenched boxers as dina snapped her fingers in her face, seemingly disappointed in her girlfriend’s inattentive and distracted behavior..she quickly figured that it had to do with you..of fucking course it’s always your fault for appearing in the same places as ellie all the damn time..dina rolled her eyes as she looked in your direction nausea creeping up from her stomach as she studied how flawlessly perfect you looked..there’s no way ellie could get over you..the sting of jealousy that appeared on her heart was starting to turn into defeat..not knowing how long she can put up with ellie anymore ..she loved her she truly did but there’s just no way that ellie could love her the way she loves you..and deep down she knows that you’re not one to blame..dina wants to despise you so fucking bad but she can’t..she was the reason why your relationship with ellie fell apart after all and she’s developing feelings of pure guilt..she wished she could apologize to you but she’ll never have the guts to do so..and to be completely honest? you don’t want to hear shit out of her fucking mouth because it’s not her job to clean up after ellie’s mistakes..you’re not having any of that.

“yeah sorry needed to let it cool down for a bit”

ellie said quietly while taking a bite of her cold ass food..following with an extremely awkward silence until talia picked up a conversation with her again..eager to know all about her sister’s new lover girl..praying that she could be the one for her..

if she only knew..

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you and abby had a fantastic night..your meals were absolutely delicious but the cocktails were definitely your favorites! you were on number three by now abby noticed that you got more chatty the more alcohol you consumed and she found it really cute..she could stare at you and listen to your random rambling for hours to no end..right now you were telling her about you dream designer bags she had her phone by her lap and put them into her shopping cart to surprise you with two or three bags soon..she prayed to god that her dad wasn’t checking her bank account history..

“wanna head back home, baby? i’m craving some dessert right now..”

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to be continued!!

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Rafe on Love Island

- this is a throw away rant because of how obsessed i am w love island us rn. I feel like Rafe would be a mix of leah and rob with a bit of caine for rule breaking.

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You get coupled with Rafe in love island on the very first night. When all the guys walked in your eyes were on him immediately, he's taller and broader than everyone else in his sharp grey suit with his white button down being unbuttoned just a tad. The closer he gets you notice that his eyes are already locked on you. His eye contact makes your heart race and the cherry on top is the sly smirk that creeps up on his face when you lean over to the two girls you already befriended in such a short time and quietly inform them that, "Buzzcut is mine." He scoffs out a silent laugh on account of you never look away from him once or block your lips from being able to be read. You're the first person he introduces himself too, holding your hand firmly and probably for a bit too long.

He sits on the couch facing you and during the icebreaker questions you learn that Rafe Cameron is a man who's lived a lot of lives but is now a certified businessman, looking to find his first ever stable relationship. The most important thing you learn is that your feelings of attraction are mutual when he pulls a card that reads "Kiss the islander who you think is a gold digger"

His eyes immediately land you and he clarifies to everyone that he's picking you not because he thinks your a gold digger, but because he'd rather have you be his sugar baby, it's all about perspective at the end of the day.

"You can take all my money" he mumbles before kissing you gently at first with a coy hand on your neck, but you're the one to deepen it and he follows your lead immediately before you break apart, softly saying, "Nice to meet you" while using your finger to wipe the rouge lip combo that you both are now wearing.

There's no doubt in your mind when picking Rafe to couple up with. After the coupling Rafe is on your heels following you like a puppy to an area of couches where you're meant to get to know each other a bit better before sharing a bed. There he asks a lot more questions about yourself, hanging onto every word that leaves your mouth. You eventually leave to go get ready for bed and he reluctantly separates from you, being the first one under the covers laying awake with bright eyes when you climb in on the other side of him. "Courtesy pillow?" he asks looking at you cautiously. "Not unless you need it, I'll behave for the first night" you smirk at him before turning to your side and getting comfortable and little do you know how long he stares at the ceiling replaying every event from today, avoiding reminiscing on the kiss to avoid becoming to worked up, but worked up nonetheless because he feels insane for falling for a girl this fast into the game.

That morning Rafe wakes up with a smile on his face for the first time in ages and he wakes up like that everyday in the villa because no matter what it's always you. He's nothing short of obsessed with you, just as much as you are him, but the two of you being head over heels doesn't make for good tv until Rafe starts playing more defensively. The first male bombshells that get added to the villa get nothing but glares from him as they get way to comfortable with you in the games and attempt to pull you for chats while you're literally right next to him. Production had made it clear that it was off limits to physically fight, so Rafe had to settle for pulling in other guys for secret "chats" instead where he'd just loom over them and make sure it was understood you were happy being coupled with him.

Production would have to step in again to remind rafe that it was also against the rules to hinder filming in anyway meaning saying blunt no's when another girl tries to pull him or turning his head when the objective of a game is to kiss. It unexpectedly makes better tv when Rafe starts his malicious compliance as he sits either blank or stank faced and awkwardly silent in one on one chats with girls who insist on talking with him and in challenges the cameras capture the disgusted tight lipped faces he makes when he's forced to kiss someone else. You feel the same way he does, you're a bit more complacent with production and don't mind participating. It bothers Rafe sure, but at the end of the day it fuels him seeing you kiss another islander and knowing that he's ten times better than any of these guys will ever be. You and Rafe discussed that you have to do what you have to do for tv, but outside of mini games there was to be exclusivity. Exclusive is a word you use a lot, waiting until the outside to be a real couple.

Although what you don't wait for is having sex in the villa after finding out all the guys left for casa amor. Hearing that Rafe was the only guy to refuse not only made you proud, but surprisingly horny too. Making out at night or even grinding on each other wasn't foreign to either one of you, it's when your hand drifts into Rafe's waistband that he shoots up to flip you under him, eager to finally have all of you. After that night the two of you sneak around fucking like absolute bunnies. You protest weakly every time he starts kissing on your neck, knowing what's about to to happen, mumbling "Fuck me, my moms watching" before you the two of you duck under covers and have the best sex of your lives.

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like doing nothing, with you (s. jy)

synopsis : jake who was originally your best friend, had recently became your boyfriend, and you were overwhelmed at the change. genre : fluff, word vomit, not proofread warnings : reader is insecure(?), ALMOST smut, LMK IF I MISSED OUT ON ANYTHING ELSE pairing : sim jaeyun x reader w/c : 3.1k a/n : the 'almost smut' scene was inspired by 'my love story with yamada-kun at lvl999' ch69 hehe. and thank you guys for the amount of love shown on my previous posts! hope this doesnt disappoint!

playlist : "sjy, ilysm."

any interaction w this post is greatly appreciated!

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"Hi!" a loud voice spoke out, causing you to shoot your head up over the counter.

A customer.

"Hi! So sorry for not noticing you, what would you like to get?" You quickly fixed your attire, straightening your posture as you focus your attention on the customer.

By now, it was already 10:46p.m, and you were having your first night shift. You had to take over your colleague because she had last-minute issues to attend to, and it didn't necessarily bother you.

What bothered you was Jake.

In your head was only Jake.

Recalling his voice, the way his mouth moved when he talked, the way his eyes lights up when he sees you, and how he runs his hand through his hair.

One specific thing that couldn't stop replaying in your head was when he asked you to be his girlfriend a few days ago.

He had been your best friend for years.. and years.. and you secretly had a crush on him for the longest time. You were practically going through the 5 stages of grief.. except it was for your shocked feeling when he asked you out.

The first stage : Denial.

You were in that stage. Considering that it had only been a few days since you two got together, it's normal. But it was affecting you like crazy.

Everytime you went to the toilet? You thought of Jake.

Everytime you went to your part-time job? You thought of Jake.

Eat, sleep, study and Jake.

"Hello?????" the same voice spoke out again, breaking your train of thought.

Fuck, you were seriously getting distracted, and it was Jake's fault. He was driving you insane.

"Oh my god, I'm really sorry. Could you repeat your order again?" You blinked continuously to keep yourself focused at the customer in front of you, taking a deep breath in.

"Latte. Could I get a Latte for takeout?" the customer answered, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

You quickly nodded, pressing the customer's order into the cash register.

"That would be $5.80. Cash or ca—" "Card."

You nodded, feeling slightly displeased at the way the customer just interrupted you, but you just wanted to get this over with. Both of you were impatient.

You pressed a few buttons onto the card machine, and nodded at him indicating that he could tap his card. He did so, and as the receipt came out, you voiced out again.

"Name for the drink?"

"James."

Your heart jumped up again. James, Jake. Oh man, you were even thinking about Jake when serving customers.

You nodded at the customer and walked to the espresso machine, starting to make the drink.

Brewing, pouring, steaming, and pouring.

After 5 minutes, you were ready to serve James with his order. Carefully placing the plastic lid on the cup, you placed the cup into a small bag and walked up to the counter.

"Latte for James?"

In the corner of your eye, you saw the same guy approaching you. He took the drink, and muttered out a small thank-you before turning his back and making his way to the exit

You nodded your head and turned your back, leaning against the counter. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, the sounds of the door opening and closing filled the cafe.

At this point, the cafe only consisted of you.

Or so you thought. You heard footsteps approaching you and you thought it was the customer, James, wanting to ask for something, so you took a deep breath and turned around.

"Yes, what do you need?" You said loudly, clearly wanting to go home. However, the person who stood behind the counter was in fact not James, but Jake, the person who was driving you insane.

"Hey." He looked at you, giving you his smile. He was wearing his grey zip-up with a white shirt inside. His hair fell so perfectly on his forehead, and he was wearing his thick-rimmed glasses.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you were unknowingly staring at him, unable to process the fact that the boy driving you insane was right in front of you. Your boyfriend was right in front of you.

"Do I look so good that you're staring?" he chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. You regained consciousness and you blink constantly, looking at every single thing except him.

"S-sorry.." you muttered, feeling embarassed.

"No need to apologise, I feel like the luckiest person in the world when you look at me like that." Your eyes flew to him, a shy smile creeping up his lips. The cafe was quite dim, considering that it was night time and the lighting wasn't very bright, but you could see the hint of pink filling his cheeks.

"W-well!" you felt flustered at his comment, and you wanted to change the topic. Why was he here? Was he not supposed to be in bed by now? "W-why are you here?"

"To see my girlfriend, of course, which is you."

Oh my god, his way with words literally have you folding.

"You didn't have to.. it's late" "Why not? And it's also your first night shift right? I wanna take you home."

His voice sounded so genuine, and you could not process that the boy you wanted so bad was treating you like this, so well, just like a gentleman. The warmth that filled your heart was limitless, and at this point of time you just wanted to climb over the counter between the two of you and bring him into your embrace.

"I'll quickly close-up the cafe then, give me about 30 minutes okay?" you said, turning around so he couldn't see how red your face was. Gosh, you were practically a tomato.

"Sure thing, need help with anything?" "No, it's okay. Want a drink before I start to close up?" "It's okay, maybe another day, you seem tired."

The way he was looking after you so much was driving you insane. You weren't someone who was never in a relationship before, but the way Jake treated you, made you feel, was all so different. You were convinced that he was someone who stepped out of a book, a movie, he was too perfect.

You smiled to yourself before grabbing all the used equipment and bringing it to the sink, starting to wash-up.

"You feeling okay? You seem kinda.. spaced out" he said, still at the counter.

You. It was because of you I feel so spaced out.

"I'm okay, just tired.. And the shift timing is different than usual." you replied, back facing him as you continued to wash the equipment.

"Was that guy bothering you?" he said, his tone starting to sound serious.

"Huh? What guy?" "The one you served a while ago. I was entering the cafe while he was leaving."

Oh. James.

"Ah, not at all." "You sure?" "Mhm.." you placed the wet equipment on the drying rack, washing your hands. "Okay.. but you know if you wanna talk about something, I'm always here right?"

God, he's so sweet. Gift from God.

"Thanks, Jake.." you turned your head over your neck, making eye contact and flashing him a quick smile.

"There's the smile I love so much. Keep smiling like that okay? You look so gorgeous."

You couldn't help but to smile more. You faced back to the equipment to the drying rack, taking a towel before individually drying them. You weren't looking at Jake, but you just know he was staring at you.

"I guess you're the one staring now." You teased, feeling less tensed up after how he was so sweet to you.

"Ah, shit, you caught me" — he chuckled — "How can I not when you're so beautiful?"

"Enough with the compliments." You enjoyed all the compliments, but from the amount he was giving you at once, it was quite overwhelming for your heart.

He chuckled, and he made his way to one of the tables, sitting down with his eyes still locked onto you. After cleaning, sorting the equipment, you started to wipe down the counters and sweep the floor.

After sweeping the inside of the counter, you made your way to the seating area of the cafe, cleaning up any crumbs of food. You were hard at work when you suddenly felt a pair of arms embrace you, feeling the warmth against your body. His head was resting on your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your ear. A shy smile creeped up your face as you stopped sweeping to cherish the warmth further.

"Hey, I have to get this done you know?" "Just a few more minutes. I missed you so much." "You have a way with words, y'know?" "Do I?" "Yeah. I feel like my heart is going to explode everytime you say something."

He snickered.

"I could say the same for you." He adjusted his head to the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your neck before you shivered and unintentionally pushed him away.

His eyes widened and head tilted, poor boy was confused.

"I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfor—" "No no! I'm.."

You were both having such a good moment and you had to ruin it, all because you were scared and not used to this.

"... sorry.." "Hey, it's not your fault." his voice was soft, reassuring you. "I'll finish up and we'll go, okay?" you looked at him, feeling guilty that you had just pushed him away. "Okay!" his voice was still cheerful. You didn't get it, how and why was he treating you so well even after you just pushed him away?

You got back to work, and after sweeping up majority of the cafe, you went back into the staff room where Jake couldn't see you, and you looked at yourself.

"How does he find me gorgeous when I look like this?" you mumbled to yourself. You sigh to yourself before removing your cap, hair net and apron, putting it nicely to one of the corners in the room.

You punched your card out, and you gathered your belongings. Turning off the light of the staff room, you went back out and was met with Jake's gaze.

His mood instantly lifted when he knew it was time for you to go home. His eyebrows were lifted and a big smile plastered onto his face. He kinda reminded you of Layla, his dog.

You finished closing up and turned off all the lights, making your way to Jake.

"Let's go, I'll take you home" he extended his hand to you, and you hesitated a bit before taking his hand. He instantly interlocked his hands with yours, both of you walking out of the cafe.

He was going to walk you home since your apartment was only nearby, but you were feeling worried since his place was quite far away.

You and Jake had been best friends, reguarly coming over to each other's apartments to hang out, whether it was to play games, gossip, or something else. You were okay with the fact that he was coming over, but this was the first time he was coming over, as your boyfriend.

The reason why you had been so "cold" to your boyfriend was not because you didn't like him. Fuck, you were heads over heels for him. It was just that you and him were always best friends, and you were just not used to him being your significant other. During the friendship, you and him were always close, but now that you and him were actually official, it inevitably made you awkward. You wanted to do so many things with him — beach date, restaurant date, netflix date, arcade date, too many things for you to even list, but you were scared that you'd be "overbearing" for him, so you held yourself back.

The walk back home was silent. Both of you hand-in-hand, swinging your interlocked hands together. The silence was so tense it was making you feel uncomfortable, until his voice broke it.

"Do you feel uncomfortable with me?"

His question was so sudden. The answer was obviously a 'no', but the way you acted with him contradicted it.

"Not at all." you sounded stern. You didn't want to make him wait for a response, so you answered with whatever appeared in your head first.

"You can tell me if anything I'm doing makes you uncomfortable, okay?"

Usually, after he says this, all you can respond with is "okay" or "sure", but you didn't want that. You wanted to open up to him, tell him that whatever he was doing was completely fine, and that you were just not used to it. You wanted to reassure him the same way he did for you.

"Jake." you suddenly called out. "Yes?" his head quickly turned to you, attentive to whatever you're going to say next. "I'm sorry." "For wh—" "The reason why I'm this way is just that.. I'm not used to it."

He was still looking at you, but he didn't say anything.

"To be honest, I've had a crush on you for the longest time"

When you said that, his eyes widened.

"I hope you know this, but I was really happy when you asked me out. But considering that you were a man who had everything, I was, and still am, questioning how the person you chose to be with is me. All those pretty girls after you, and you still chose me. That's one thing I'm confused about."

He was about to speak, but you continued.

"You've always made me feel so special, so happy, that I was convinced that I was out of your league. Not only that, I was your best friend. I was so convinced that I would be stuck in the friendzone for my entire life, considering how much I liked you. The fact that you're treating me so gently, it just makes me go insane. Don't get me wrong, during our friendship, you treated me well too, but the fact that I get to call you 'mine' overwhelms me a lot."

By the time you finished confessing how you felt, you both had already reached the front of your apartment complex. You finally confessed how you felt about him, and it was almost as if all the weight on your shoulder was removed.

You were preparing to say your goodbye's, but he suddenly spoke out.

"Can I stay over?"

Him staying over was nothing new, but your heart started to beat so fast. He tucked the hair on your face behind your ear and looked at you with such loving eyes.

"Of course you can."

Not breaking your interlocked hands, you both enterred the building and stepped into the elavator. As the lift was going up, he suddenly spoke out.

"Did anyone ever tell you how crazy I was over you?"

His words surprised you.

"What?" your eyes shot to him, tilting your head in confusion. "I was going crazy over you. I don't know how you didn't know. I think Sunghoon and Jay got sick of me talking about you so much."

Sunghoon and Jay were the other guys in your friend group. Jake, Sunghoon and Jay were the closest amongst the friend group, and you never questioned it.

The elevator door opened and you both walked out, walking towards your apartment door.

"Those 'pretty girls' you mentioned? I turned all of them down, and I told them that I was courting you."

Your heart felt like it was going to explode at the information he was confessing to you. You nervously took out the keys and unlocked your door, feeling his intense gaze on you.

"I don't want anyone else. I want you and only you, Y/N. The things you make me feel are unexplainable, and it was driving me crazy. I thought that I won the lottery when you accepted me."

You opened your door, stepping in and he follows you. You felt so happy, so elated, contented, fortunate, lucky, and all the other synonyms of 'happiness' at what he was saying.

"I want to make you happy, just the same way you make me feel happy. I want you to hurt me, ruin me."

You locked your front door and turned on the light, then faced him properly. You took both of his hands into yours.

"Jake."

You saying his name made shivers run down his spine. You looked down at his lips.

"I wanna kiss you so bad."

Without wasting anymore time, he leaned in, placing his soft lips on yours. His rhythm matched yours, and he was soft with you. His hands creeped up to your neck, pulling you closer. He tilted his head to get more access. The way he kissed you was so soft and sweet, you felt like you were in heaven.

You were sitting on your bed with no clothes, the blanket covering you. Jake was now shirtless, but still had his jeans on. He was walking back to you after you had requested to turn off the lights.

"W-wait.. I'm not ready yet.." you nervously muttered as he climbed over you. You were caged between his arms.

Despite having dated other people, you never reached this stage of intimacy. Jake was going to be your first, and you felt scared. You felt vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, it felt special especially since he was someone who had always been there for you.

"It's okay, you can take your time, I'm always waiting for you." he comforted you. The room was completely dark, but the smile on his face was visible.

"C-can you see anything?" you nervously asked, feeling completely exposed to him. "Yeah I can. My eyes already adjusted to the dark" he let out a low laugh. "Oh my god.." you groaned. You felt self-conscious about how you looked, afraid that he would suddenly view you differently if he were to see every part of you. "It's okay. No matter what, you're still the most beautiful person in my eyes, okay? I'll tell you that as many times as you want." He tucked a hair behind your ear, looking at you with such an intense gaze.

You looked back at him, maintaining eye contact.

"You can tell me when you're ready, or if you wanna stop now before we take it too fa—" "I'm ready." you cut him off. "Really? Are you sure? You don't have to, I don't think i can hold back once I start.." "I'm sure, Jakey." your hands that were gripping the blanket slowly wrapped around his neck.

He had his arms wrapped around your bare waist, his face resting at the back of your head as he breathes slowly, warm air hitting your neck.

"Y/N" "Yes?" "I love you." "I love you too."

[rheydhotts]

// The Missing Hour...

word count; 3.9k

♡ summary; we never got to see the hour of deleted footage that takes place after ekko saves jinx, so this is my take on what might have happened.

♡ contains; jinx × ekko/timebomb. mentions of isha, vi, caitlyn, claggor, mylo, ambessa, and powder.

♡ warnings; suicide attempts, self-harm and malnutrition, nudity.

SPOLIERS! for arcane season 2 (just incase)

The only way to break the cycle is to walk away. This was the right choice.

The thought replayed over and over again in her mind. As if to ease any worries or doubts. It was calming, unlike the other voices. A quiet chant that protected her from feeling anything. No more fear, no more pain, no more rage, and no happy endings.

She burned all things from her past and it made her wonder. She’s not proud of it and there’s no difference made by harboring, but she did. Maybe if she stayed away like Vi told her. Maybe when she, Claggor, and Mylo were getting punked for their loot, she should’ve taken a punch. Maybe if she didn’t take those stupid crystals. Maybe if she never existed at all, none of this would’ve happened. It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. There’s no redo button and besides, Jinx wasn’t going to be around for much longer. Her finger was on the pin.

This was the right choice.

“Wait!” A voice called to her. It’s loud and urgent. And it startles her. Just a bit. Her head tilts to look at him. It looked like Ekko.

“I just wanna talk to y-”

“Get out of here, Ekko.”

She pulls the pin again. The first time was terrifying to him. A drastic shift in narrative, it was. He had just come back from his version of paradise. Zaun, the Undercity, was thriving. Almost everyone was alive, and happy. He had Powder. Now, Jinx was trying to kill herself. This wasn’t the first time she tried to take out the both of them. As if he could ever forget that night on the bridge. That night where she looked so…vulnerable. At peace with him as her company. Here, she looked numb. She looked different. That blue hair hacked off at the base of her neck and her eyes lacked sleep with tears stains painting her pale cheeks. Her eyes were shut as she let herself drift into death, that was before she saw him. This time she was ready to get it over with. The explosion sent him back a few feet. With a tug of the pull string, the Z-drive took him back to 4 seconds ago.

“I just wanna talk to you, Pow-”

Shit. He thought.

“Jinx.”

In her last moments her mind keeps taunting her. Playing cruel tricks to make her feel like dirt before she goes. Well not this time. “You’re too late, Ekko.”

“Always a dance with you.” He chuckles. He cuts her off before she can pull the pin.

She turns to him. Somehow, he looks more beat up than before. He’s bloody and bruised with burn marks lacerating his skin. Steam wafts from him.

“I think, I’m just gonna sit here a minute.” He takes a step back and drops to the floor. He sits on the step to the middle of her lair. “Y’know, catch my breath. See if I can try to talk an old friend out of blowing us up.” His breaths are heavy. As if he ran from enforcers.

Jinx’s eyes shift with a sudden realization. This was Ekko. The real Ekko. Not some eloquently crafted hallucination. And she almost killed him too. He didn’t deserve that. Unlike her, he had so much to live for. The boy savior.

Her gaze stops on the bomb in her grasp. It weighs a good bit. His eyes flash with charged energy. Jinx’s grip on the pin releases. A tiny shift in her thumb’s positioning, it was all the movement she could muster. “I’m tired of talking.” She brings the mechanical monkey to her chest and leans forward, off the edge of the propeller.

“NO!” Ekko reaches out for her. His other hand, instinctively, tugs back the pull string before he realizes it. The Z-drive takes them back. That was the 5th time he had to watch her try. Jinx was determined. She barely even gave him a chance, a second of silence was the deciding factor of whether she went boom. Ekko couldn't stand the sight, but he would try a million times over to get it right.

“Y’know, I learned from someone…”

Jinx turns back to him. He's closer to her now. Somehow he managed to sneak up on her. Her eyes widened with curiosity and her tense shoulders dropped. He had her full attention.

“...very special…that no matter what happened in the past, it’s never too late to build something new.” For a second, their eyes meet before something draws her anyway from him. Jinx looks down at the Z-drive. The ring of crazy-looking monkeys spinning slightly at the bottom intrigued her. It looked like something she would craft. But it wasn't exactly Jinx.

Ekko follows her leering trail before once again looking at her. “Someone worth building it for.” He adds.

Slowly. Very slowly. Her eyes find their way back to his. Now that he was this close, he saw just how tired she looked. Her irises lacked that insane mania. They were glowing a dim pink rather than blue. What happened to her since the bridge? He thought.

His feet move on their own. She was looking at the bomb once again. He wanted to pull a hand on her shoulder but instead he reached out in front of her. Jinx hesitates, a momentary pause in her breathing makes her shoulders freeze. “It's okay.” Ekko eases her. His voice is quiet and patient. A stark contrast to earlier. With that, she lets the bomb drop into his palm and he disarms it. He sets the monkey down and pockets the hextech crystal.

Why? Why are you doing this? You need to break the cycle. Why won't you break the cycle? Why won't you die?

The soft sounds of Jinx’s choked up sobs catches his attention. Her body is rigid and she's using what's left of her hair to cover her face. She bites her lip to keep quiet but it's not enough. The cracks in the dry flesh start to leak blood.

“Uh…I don’t know what…Uh-” Ekko reaches for her, then pulls back, then reaches for her again. Not knowing if he should touch her or not. Do something, idiot. He thinks before finally making a decision. With a gentle hold on her shoulders, he guides her body to be parallel to his. His hands make their way to her face, lingering softly on the apples of her cheeks. She’s so cold and thin. It makes him sick knowing that if things were different, maybe if he did something different, she wouldn’t have to be like this. Ekko’s thumb softly wiped away her tears. Jinx couldn’t take it anymore. Her shield, the numbness, was gone. She felt everything, and she hated it.

“Oh! Okay. This is cool…” Ekko mutters to himself as he sinks into Jinx’s hug. She was absolutely wailing into his shoulder. Her nails dug deep into the flesh of his back, it hurt, but Ekko would rather her claw him until he was practically skinned than let her go. She’s choking, hiccuping and the tears just won’t stop. She hates it. She hates it. She hates it. She. Hates. It.

Ekko can feel the shift behind his back. The digging stopped but her hands were still there. He heard scratching. Violent scratching.

“Hey. No.” Ekko grabs her arms and holds them out in front of the two. They were bloody and abraded. Bits of her dull, ashen skin stuck out from underneath her chipped nails. Jinx tries to free herself from his hold, her hands desperately trying to find their way back to each other, but she’s too weak. Just standing up is making her feel dizzy.

“C’mon. Over here.” Slowly, he guides her to the center of her hideout. Where she couldn’t plummet the both of them to their imminent death. Jinx drags her feet. “That's it. Almost there.” Ekko takes a seat with his back propped against the iron railings. “C'mere.” He pulls her down to meet him on the floor, pulls her into another hug. Ekko tucks his chin on the top of her head, his grip on her arms never faltering. “I'm not letting you go.” He says.

They stay there, her in his embrace and he as her protector. It feels like an eternity being here together and Ekko savors every last second. Slowly breathing, their chests rise and fall against the other. Easing into a steady rhythm. Jinx was calmer now. Her blubbering diminished into a soft snivel. He’ll admit, the snot, tear and slobber combo in the crease of his neck was gross, but he wasn't going to tell her that.

“Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” Ekko doesn't move, in fact, he’s extremely still. He waits for her to give some sort of response. Jinx nods and he gently moves her to the side. She weighs less than a bag of tomatoes. Ekko stands up, stretching his lower back before surveying the area. Jinx didn’t have much to work with. There wasn’t even a bathroom here but there was a half empty water bottle and a rag on her desk, it was good enough. Ekko grabs the items before making his way back to her. She sat there like a ragdoll. It was scary just how still she could be. Her eyes lacked all focus and he would’ve thought she was dead if it weren’t for the gently expanding of her ribcage.

He wiped himself down first, all that mucus was a sensory nightmare. Then he got to work cleaning her face of the ash, soot and dirt, then her neck. His face felt hotter as he wiped down the sides of her ribs and back through the cutoffs of her top. After all, she’s still a girl.

“Uh, Jinx?”

“Hm?”

“You think you can…uh- clean the rest of you?” Ekko holds out the rag for her. Jinx looks at him, humming in compliance, she begins to work her way out of the leather. Undoing the belt at the bottom causes the entire thing to come loose. Now it just looked like a really short poncho. Ekko quickly turns around, feeling liquid heat rising to his ears. After a few moments, curiosity gets the better of him and he takes a quick peak. She was turned with her bare back facing him too. Jinx leisurely cleaned her chest of any grime before moving to her arms. There’s a reflective glint that hits him in the eye when she makes work with the rag on her right shoulder.

“What happened to your finger?” Ekko couldn’t help but ask.

“Caitlyn,” Jinx says. She didn’t spare him a glance, all of her focus was on cleaning herself.

“The topsider?” His voice raised in volume, echoing off the metal area.

“Yup. Shot it clean off.”

“Why?”

“She wanted me dead but her aim is shit. I don’t blame her. I killed her mom.”

Ekko was fully facing her now. “Caitlyn was here. In Zaun.” He presses a finger to the ground to accentuate his point.

“Mhm. With her little enforcer friends.” Ekko was livid. How long had he been gone for? It couldn’t have been that long. He’s gone for what? Maybe a few months and this is what happens?

“Gassing the streets with Grey, the whole debacle.” Jinx continues.

“What?”

“Vi joined them too.”

“What!” Ekko slammed his fist on the propeller blade. “Are you kidding me?! Vi?! Buddy-buddy with the Piltie-goons? The same people that hunt our people down for sport?”

“The same people that killed mom and dad. Yeah.” Jinx stops what she was doing. She looks over her shoulder at him. “Yeah, it hurt me too.” She smiles. It wasn’t a Jinx smile. It wasn’t even a real smile. Just a small, weak, hurt smile.

“I’m gonna kill her.” Ekko stands up and paces around in a small circle. “I alway knew she was stupid but I didn’t think she was dumb. Why would she do that? I don’t get it.” Ekko was almost ripping the locks out of his head. He keeps rambling on about Vi and her idioctic actions.

“There’s gonna be a war.” Jinx cuts through his thoughts. He turns to her. Somewhere between his death threats, she started to clean her lower half. She was fully naked now. He turns away, eyes wide with embarrassment. “Or something.” She continues.

“A war?”

“Yeah. Vi asked me to help out but…”

“With who? For what?” Ekko was a machine gun of questions. Rapid-fire, one after the other. There was so much he missed.

“Ambessa and her army against Piltover, I guess.” He could hear the soft patters of her footsteps behind him. She was getting closer. Ekko turned away just as she passed him, clearing his throat before speaking once again.

“And for what?” He reiterates.

Jinx shrugs with a soft hum. She grabs some bandages from the desk. “No clue, little man.”

“What?” He turns to her, not even realizing it. Jinx was already in the process of wrapping her chest with the more than a bit dirty bindings, so luckily he didn’t see anything. Still, the possibility that he could've made him flustered. Ekko made an effort not to look any lower than her face. She was still half-naked. He clears his throat again. “Whaddya mean ‘no clue’?”

“I mean exactly that. Can't be nothing good though. Lots of people died already.” Jinx’s mind wanders to the events of yesterday. Isha. She thought. And they weren't good thoughts. Isha, her little soldier. That little army girl. That blasted fool. Jinx felt familiar tears clouding her vision. The same ones she cried when that kid ran through the crowd, when she lifted the gun. Isha was dead once the second crystal was put in its chamber. And she died saving them. She died saving her. They never got their rematch.

Jinx sniffles and wipes the small rivulets of water from her eyes. “Someone worth building it for,” She mumbles. She was finished clothing her chest. Isha sacrificed herself so that she could live, and she was going to waste it, throw it away like it was meaningless. Fat chance. “Suit up, wonder boy,” She starts, walking up to Ekko and pulling him in close, “because we have a war to fight.”

“Seriously?” He grabs her arms but he’s unmoving, not closing any gaps but not making an effort to pull away either. “You are in no condition to fight anything.”

“I’ve been worse than this.” She retorts, releasing herself from his grasp, “And I remember kicking your butt no problem. A few Noxuians ain’t nothing.” She walks past him with a swat of his shoulder.

“You’re a bag of bones.” He spins on his heel, offended by her arrogance, “Also I beat you into the ground on that bridge.”

“Blah-blah-blah.” She was rummaging through a mess of discarded fabrics, trinkets, and whatever other crap she has lying around.

“Why the sudden urge to fight now anyways?”

“I had a kid. Her name was Isha. And she died because of what they did. So I’m going to avenge her.” She pulls out a pair of black leather pants like some sort of rabbit-in-a-hat trick.

“You had a kid?” She slips into the pants and buckles its three intricate belts. They sat higher than her previous pair but the exaggerated hip windows made them just as revealing.

“You have ears? Geez, keep up.” Jinx sasses.

"Here." She tosses him a shirt. It was too big for her but still way too small for him, accounting for the muscle mass. He looks at it. Thick, deep greenish material with a thousand details in the patchworking. The shirt was jaggedly cut along the bottom with the left sleeve hacked off. It might have been longer in the past but right now, it was a crop top. Ekko curls his lip and raises an eyebrow. Jinx smiles. “You got a killer body, show it off.”

Ekko scoffs.

“Did you make this yourself?” He holds up the holy amalgamation of cloth. Examining the shoddy stitch work.

“Yeah, I have a talent for craftsmanship.” Jinx grins, sifting through even more bits and pieces of clothing.

“I just wanted to say I could tell. Your style choices are questionable.” Ekko rids himself of his own attire. He places down the Z-drive.

“Says the guy wearing an oversized bib.” She snorts.

“It's a smock!” He says just as he finishes removing it, it was the second thing to go after the scarf.

“It's an apron.” Jinx was nearly fully dressed. Somehow she managed to find a piece of brown leather similar to a pauldron, gloves—way too many gloves—and she was currently sewing shark teeth onto a purple hood.

He freezes. Ekko couldn't argue with that.

“That's what I thought.” She muses, happy with herself for winning their little back and forth. “Now can it and get dressed. I need to focus.”

“What? No pants?” He jokes, putting on the shirt she gave him. He was used to his tank top and thick waist belt so the air hitting against his abs was a weird sensation. It did fit him better than he thought it would.

“Don't get greedy.” Jinx snarks. Ekko rolls his eyes and walks up to the desk. He looks for whatever he thinks might fit him. Is all she owns leather? It takes him a minute but eventually he finds something. It wasn’t leather—surprisingly—with a purple strap wrapping around the right thigh and a ridiculous looking belt and side pouch. Ekko couldn't figure out where one strap ended and another began.

He took the opportunity to quickly put the contraption on, alongside a few other accessories, while Jinx was focused on her arts and crafts project. He gets stuck a few times but eventually manages to wiggle himself in. They were a bit small but the material used gave them some stretch, so they weren't that bad.

“Here.” Jinx hands him a red scarf, “It’s like your old one but red.”

Ekko takes it, “Why can't I just wear my old one?” Jinx shrugs. Ekko rolls his eyes and puts the scarf on anyway. His guard drops for a second, he’s hit with a strong pressure followed by a wet feeling. He looks down to see a paint splatter right in the middle of his chest. When he looks back, Jinx is holding out her old paint gun. The one she used during their stand-offs. A shit-eatting grin plastered on her lips. “Really?”

She tosses him the gun. Her arms spread out wide when he catches it. “Go on, do me.”

Ekko scoffs before chuckling. He holds up the gun to shoot.

“Your stance sucks,” Jinx coughs into her fist before going back to as she was. Acting as if nothing had happened.

“This is how you stand!”

“No I do not!”

“Yes it is! This is exactly how your stance is.”

Jinx blows raspberries and Ekko shoots her in the shoulder. “Wow, your aim sucks!” She laughs. Ekko scoffs and throws back the gun. She catches it and sets it aside. Climbing her desk to the high levels of her hideout, Jinx dips her fingers into buckets of paint before charging him. She manages to pin Ekko down and smear a large X across the front of his shirt. She continues to draw on him, his hands naturally falling on the curve of her waist. Once she's bored with painting him, she gets up to paint herself.

“Grab a paintbrush, little man. There's some spots I can't reach.” Ekko snaps out of his trance.

“Uh…sure.” He stands from his spot on the floor and walks to find the brushes she was talking about.

Jinx's eyes fell on the piece of junk Ekko had carried with him. Little monkeys still dancing at the bottom. From someone very special. She pondered on the thought. She had a hypothesis, although it was out there, she couldn't think of any other explanation. “Who taught you that?” Jinx called out. Ekko had found the painting equipment and was making his way back to her.

“What?” He sat back down. Buckets of green, pink, purple, blue paint splattered as they hit the ground.

“You said, some told you, ‘that no matter what happened in the past, it’s never too late to build something new’. Who was it?” She stopped her artistry and devoted all of her attention to him. Ekko was a little freaked out by her simmer eyes, so intense and focused. He knew she knew. Jinx, Powder, had always been frustratingly smart. He looks at the Z-drive, watching how the monkeys spin.

“Powder.” He said. Jinx hummed, her suspicions were confirmed. Now a whole other can of worms were opened. How?

Ekko saw it in her eyes, and with a sigh he began to explain it. He started to paint her as well. Stars, crowns, a plethora of tiny X's. Jinx painted tally marks. He had no clue what they meant but knowing her, most likely nothing. Saying his adventures out loud really made him understand just how crazy this whole thing sounds, but Jinx listens to every word. Nodding along and asking clarifying questions.

“Then we created this and I came home.” Ekko was long done with his drawings. He hauls his device into his lap.

“What does it do?” Jinx taps her nail against the glass in blunt curiosity.

Ekko chuckles at the question. “It's a time loop.”

“A huh?” She looks at Ekko as if he was stupid.

“A. Time. Loop.” He leans in close to her, gritting his teeth.

“That's impossible.” Jinx dismisses.

“And reality hopping isn’t?”

She grumbles, a low growl within the depths of her chest. Now she was the one who couldn’t argue. “I guess it's cool.” Jinx picked up a paintbrush dipped in light green. On her arm, she decorates a shape similar to an hourglass. Though, it was a bit hard to see since underneath it was more layers of colors and a cloud tattoo. She smiles then extends the arm to him, giving Ekko a better look.

“A tribute to the boy who shattered time.”

Ekko was stunned. She basically just marked herself and didn't think anything of it. He inhales, “So are we ready now?”

“Nope. Just one more thing.” Jinx zips past him and grabs a dull pair of scissors. She begins to cut. One chunk at a time, she cuts until she can no longer run her fingers through. She would’ve been completely buzzed if she hadn't kept the front bang, which she dyed a streak into with leftover pink paint. “Tada!” She turns to him, “Whaddya think?”

Ekko was speechless as he took her all in. His silence worried her. He stepped closer and she turned to look in her cracked mirror again. “Look. I know I'm not the best hairdresser in the world but I don't think it's that bad‐” Jinx was cut off by Ekko’s hand lightly gripping her jaw. He turns her head to face him. Cool paint feels wet on the under of her eyes as he drags the paintbrush over her skin.

“Go big or go home.” He mumbles. Jinx smiles, finding herself sinking into his touch. He pulls away, “Now how are we gonna get to Piltover anyway?” Ekko crossed his arms and leaned a hip against her makeshift vanity. Jinx clicks her tongue. She hadn’t thought of that. There weren't many options. The perimeter would most likely be surrounded by enforcers or brutish Noxians. She taps her foot in thought. The clanging resonance of her boot hitting the metal propeller below her popped a wicked idea. Jinx’s eyes lit up with excitement. She’d always wanted to fly an aircraft. This was the closest she was gonna get.

“How good are you at manufacturing?” She grins.

♡ Author's note — this was extremely hard to write. their were a lot of questions Arcane brought up that i needed to make up answers to lol. so sorry if it doesn't make the most sense, i did the best with what i had. (OMG I FINISHED MY FIRST FIC, YAY !) — xoxo, rheyd.

p.s. i got lazy towards the end oops–

[introverted-scribblings]

The RFA w/ MC who loves sewing

What? A post? From me? You're crazy, there's no way that's happening.

I'm trying to get back into writing for this blog and recently started replaying Mystic Messenger because I want poor sleep 💕 Basically I'm letting my fixation fuel my writing because... the sentence ends there.

Enjoy these headcanons! I thought they turned out really cute~

(FYI: I used fem!MC for these headcanons; girlfriend/wife/etc.)

Yoosung:

He found out in the RFA chatroom when the two of you were talking about games and hobbies.

Yoosung had been excitedly telling you about the armor set he had gotten in his latest LOLOL binge, sending a picture and saying how he wishes he could wear cool armor in real life.

“I can make it for you”

“MC… what???”

And this is where he discovered your passion for sewing and your side-hobby of cosplay

He had a little experience with sewing, he could sew on a button and fix small tears thanks to his high school “home ec” classes, but you’re talking about making entire outfits and costumes from scratch.

THAT’S. SO. COOL.

He is amazed and thoroughly impressed by your talents, even moreso after you send some pictures of your completed works.

It’s amazing that you can make your own clothes, but he’s definitely super impressed with your cosplays. They’re insanely detailed, matching perfectly with the source material. He often says that your cosplays look better than the source material. They’re true works of art in his eyes.

Praises your talents nonstop.

Talks about it all the time to everyone. Every one of his friends knows how skilled his girlfriend is. And the other RFA members know tenfold.

After hearing you talk about your projects, Yoosung decided to join the sewing club at school in the hopes that he could help you with your amazing work! (Not that you need help, he really just wants to participate in something you love)

What ends up happening though is him sitting beside you at the sewing machine and getting lost in your working rhythm. (“Yoosung, are you paying attention? I thought you wanted me to give you tips?” “S-sorry, MC!! You’re just… really good at this… Like magic!”)

There’s no way he’ll be able to catch up with your skill anytime soon, so you compromise with him. You’ll make the costumes, but he has to cosplay with you~

(I have a short fic continuation of this! You can read it here)

Zen:

He found out just before one of his performances.

The costume he was wearing was a bit snug but worked fine in all the dress rehearsals, so he didn’t think much of it at the time.

You were backstage with him before opening night, ready to tell him to break a leg and give the audience a show to remember, when you saw the rip in his jacket.

It was a seam rip behind his left shoulder. Not the worst, but clearly noticeable.

Curtain was in ten minutes.

“Hyun, take off your costume.”

“Jagyia, I know I’m irresistible, but can you wait until after the show?”

“Not like that!!!” >////<

You pulled a flat black case from your purse and opened it, revealing a small sewing kit. You had everything you needed for a sewing emergency. Pins, buttons, snaps, scissors, an assortment of colored thread. And needles, of course.

You fixed the rip and strengthened the seam with four minutes to spare.

Zen asks you about it after the show (which went perfectly, thanks to you) and you explain your sewing hobby to him. Mentioning that you always have your little sewing kit with you for emergencies like tonight.

You show him pictures of the projects you’ve made and entire outfits you’ve designed and created from scratch. A good chunk of your wardrobe are pieces you’ve made yourself.

Of course he supports you! He’s so impressed and is constantly gushing about how talented you are in the chatroom.

Though nothing could prepare him for the moment you said you wanted to make something for him. Looking up at him with big hopeful eyes as you asked if he’d let you design him an outfit. His heart nearly burst.

You poured hours of time and effort into these pieces for him, determined to make this your best project yet. Your magnum opus. (You also sent concept sketches and fabric swatches to Jaehee for her “professional fan opinion”)

When he put it on for the first time, he was speechless. Everything fit perfectly, there wasn’t a part of the outfit that was uncomfortable in the slightest.

And he may be a bit of a narcissist, but he swore that the clothes you crafted made him more handsome than he thought possible. He looked good but never this good.

Your heart was filled with sunshine and warmth when he decided to wear it to an interview.

“My outfit? It’s custom-made. My girlfriend is a very talented seamstress and this was a gift from her~”

Jaehee:

She found out when she called you to complain about the c-fur she was still cleaning up around her apartment.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, Jaehee. I know how bad that can get. I took care of my friend’s cat for a weekend once and I spent an entire month cleaning fur off all my fabric.”

Your fabric?? “What fabric, MC?”

The fabric for your projects of course! Once she got you started, you happily explained your passion to her and how you’ve been making your own clothes for a while now too.

She is also very impressed with your skill and also impressed with how handy it is. You very generously offered to mend her favorite blazer when one of the seams split. You also fixed the two loose buttons you found.

When you two open up the cafe together, you made Jaehee a custom apron to wear. Even going so far as to embroider her name on it along with some decorative coffee beans.

It’s her favorite apron and the one she wears the most while working. (until it has to be cleaned, but then it’s right back in the cafe for her to use)

It gets a lot of compliments too and you’ve actually had a few customers commission you from Jaehee’s (unintentional) promoting.

You since made more clothes for her, even an entire sundress similar to one she had been looking at while you both were out shopping. (You didn’t think the one sold was her color, so you made one yourself that would highlight her best~)

The only issue is the thread and fabric scraps that tend to scatter just as bad as the c-fur… but hey, at lease the end result is more useful! And she can always count on you to tidy your mess when you’re finished~

Jumin:

You mentioned it offhand. Simply mentioning the stitching quality on one of his ties and how you hadn’t made a tie before.

He followed up asking why you would want to make a tie, to which you explained that you often made your own clothes but would love to give yourself a little challenge with something you hadn’t done before.

Initially, he didn’t quite understand. He could easily have any outfit you desired tailored specifically for you, there wasn’t the need to go through all the hassle of making it.

You had to explain that it was your hobby. That, while time consuming and occasionally tedious, you truly enjoyed making your own clothes, and showed him some examples from your closet.

“I’m quite impressed, MC. I’ve only seen this kind of quality come out of trained professionals.”

“I’ll take that compliment. Thank you, love~”

He gives you an entire studio for your projects. While you insist that he doesn’t need to give you so many elaborate gifts, you have to admit that the space is very nice. Much better than working in cramped conditions or on the floor.

While Jumin doesn’t have an interest in joining your craftiness, your husband is more than willing to encourage your hobby monetarily with machine repairs and high quality materials.

Whatever you want, you can have. You’re his darling wife after all.

He even gifted you an antique sewing machine, a vintage 1902 Singer Treadle. You don’t “use” it, but you learned how to just for fun. It’s a lovely decoration of your hobby at the least.

And, yes, you did make a tie for him. Two actually, but you only gave him the second one, insisting that the first was practice only.

It quickly becomes his favorite and he always wears it to important meetings. It’s like having you right there with him for support.

It also becomes quite the talking piece at one of the RFA parties when a member of the Cultured Citizens asks about the brand and price.

“This tie was handmade by my wife and is certainly priceless.”

707:

He already knew because of course he did.

He would often send you (jokingly) ridiculous “orders” with impossible time frames, including:

An iridescent “Statue of Liberty” costume - 3 days

Twenty-seven onesies for ducks - 4 days

A prom dress made of pasta - 3 days

An overnight yeti costume

The two of you would banter about it in the chatroom until someone told you guys to knock it off, it was never not fun.

Whenever you finished a new piece or outfit for yourself, you would try it on and call him while standing in front of the camera in the apartment, asking for his opinion.

The cat-themed overall skirt was the one that broke him. You were just so cute with all the decorated pockets~! And the buttons looked like little cats too! You’re just too precious~

After the dust of the first party settled and Saeyoung had his brother back, you took it upon yourself to make Saeran some new clothes. He was going to be your brother-in-law, after all, you wanted to make him feel welcome.

Of course, it then turned into making both boys some new clothes as you kept thinking of new ideas. Not that you minded, this was your passion after all.

I think Saeyoung would also give you your own room/studio in the bunker. A place where you could spread out without worry. (Vanderwood was just grateful he didn’t have to keep cleaning up thread)

Saeyoung was also happy to help with any repairs your sewing machine needed, or he’d just make you a new one… or three… with some—interesting—added features.

“Saeyoung, dear, I don’t think my machine needs a Ph.D Pepper dispenser.”

“But what if my honey gets thirsty while she works?!”

“...But won’t the sewing shake up all the carbonation? It would explode on my pretty clothes T^T”

“OMG! I’m so sorry!! I’ll take it out right away!!”

This kind of conversation happens regularly.

Eventually, there was one top-secret project that you were working on… one that you made Saeyoung swear not to snoop through. Even going so far as to have Saeran keep an eye out to make sure his brother stayed true to his word. (He did but he whined about it)

The project took a long time and you had to have Saeran help you order the materials in secret.

Saeyoung didn’t like being kept in the dark, it made him uneasy. You assured him it was okay and that you just didn’t want the surprise to be ruined.

He was still uneasy, but he trusted you.

And it was all worth it in the end…

When you walked down the aisle in your handmade wedding dress, glittering and shining like stars in the night sky you both loved so much.

[tmwcs]

can you do y/n sending heethan a moaning audio?🫶🫶

"The Sweet Sound of Wind Chimes..."

Warnings: yeah this is like full on porn. its nearly pure smut but its really good...probably the most detailed (or one of the most) detailed smut scenes i've written (def the most for a drabble/request) so here it is. ;) there is mentions of murder, hints of violence and ofc, theres the crazed obsession that our man has for his y/n. (yandere life) also if you know me or are familiar with my works, like most of them, this isnt proofread. sorry.

“Huh, she sent me an audio?” Heeseung thought to himself as he adjusted the volume in his car. With the bluetooth connected, he pushes play and the vibrating beat of your voice echoes through his car. You were moaning. You were whimpering. You were biting your lip and gasping near the end of the audio bit. Just what were you doing when you made this? You were in class, at least....that's where he dropped you off five minutes ago.

But oh the sound was addicting. it was music to his ears, fact, he replayed the audio over and over again. He couldn't get enough.

"Fuck......" he whispers out.

"Another one?" Heeseung mentally noted as his thumb hovers over the play button. "Sweet death come to me....."

The delightful sound of your wind-chime voice reaches a pitch high enough to break glass, but it was so soothing and angelic. The way your tone soared through like a spear and punctured his ears as you gasped out and whined, the very same sound you make when he.....

*knock knock*

Turning his head slowly, not even startled by the interruption, Heeseung faces the opposite window, and sees Jake. Rolling down the window, Jake pops his head in as he greets his best friend.

"Hey man, you coming in? Class is about to start."

Heeseung merely looked at Jake for a moment, causing the man to form a confused smirk as he starts to recognize that lustful shine in Heeseung's eye.

"Ah, you're thinking about y/n again. Well today is a short day so you'll see her soon. Lets go man."

Still looking at Jake with soulless eyes, Heeseung simply places his phone down and starts his car back up.

"Hey, are you leaving??" Jake utters as he steps back from the car. With the window still rolled down, Heeseung speaks out as he starts to back out of the parking space.

"I'm taking an administrative delay, i'll be in later. Tell the professors for me."

Chuckling, Jake waves goodbye as Heeseung drives off.

....................

Lonesomely, you stand in the locker room. Leaned onto the row of the steel doors, you rest your hip and shoulder against the lockers while your fingers remained under the skirt of your dress. The straps coming loose and draping down over your shoulders, with the tie string in the front undone, exposing more of the supple curves of your cleavage. Tilting your head against the locker, you become zoned out as the thought of Heeseung....and Ethan slamming into you was too much to bear just in thought. Perhaps you were close to ovulating? Why were the thoughts so strong this time around? Flipping over towards your side, you leaned more inward with half your chest pressing against the steel wall. So engrossed with the image of him thrusting into you, you bit down on your lip hard as you further craved for him, causing you to moan and whimper aloud.

"Mmm...uuuuuuugh......"

"i'm here baby."

his deep voice emerged from behind, startling you yet his immediate grasp around your waist snapped you right back into the filthy mindset you had just seconds before he snuck up on you.

"He...Heeseung."

"Shhhh...i'm going to fix it." with his traditional saying, he tugs you inward and pushes you up against the lockers, causing your chest and breasts smashing against the steel doors. Your hands reach up and become plastered, palm on the cold metal as you stabilize yourself, perking your rear up and curving your lower back at a distinct arch. You were ready.

Scooting your dress up, he collects the pretty floral material to coil around your waist as he smooths his hands around the most narrow part, just above your hip. You felt so soft....you always felt soft.

His thumbs extend over and circulates around your rear cheeks. Your derriere was large, bouncy, and supple, just the way he liked it. It always amazed him, how you could keep your ass so perky and large, round, and buoyant, yet he's never seen you do squats to enlarge it. Guess you were just built perfectly.....for him.

Leaning his chest over your back, his nose caresses your ear as he licks inside of it, nibbling on the lobe, causing you to whine like a child. "tell me what you want, pretty baby...." his voice started to transition, he was merging to his Ethan side, becoming half and half.

"mmm....." you moaned out.

"I said tell me."

"F-fuck....fuck me.....Heeseung fuck me......"

"ahh...very good."

With his member poking out of the opening in his trousers, he slides the large length in between your cheeks, poking the head out from above as he squeezes your rear to hug the shaft. Thrusting slowly, he continues to hug his length with your plump bottom, watching as the tip extends out in the open.

The feeling of him fucking your rear cheeks was immensely pleasurable and painful, it had caused your yearning state to soar through the tip of your burning desire and you nearly cried, you were reaching a breaking point.

"ugh! please!! please!! please!!" you begged.

"You gonna talk dirty for me?"

"yes! Yes!!"

"you gonna be nasty?"

"yes!"

"yeah? you sure?"

"Yes! please!...i'll do whatever you want...just please......i-inside....."

"mmhmm..." he deeply chuckles as he feeds the tip into your entry, yet unlike all the other times, he decided to toy with you just a little more. Once the bulging tip was inside, he rests and keeps it at the base of your opening, refraining from sliding the remainder of his length in...though it was extremely hard for him to do. With a shaky groan, he releases an unsteady breath as he smirks and continues to tease you.

"Tell me......mm...fuck....tell me what you were thinking about when you sent me that audio....." he tilts his head back and winces his eyes shut upon feeling you squeezing his tip. His Adam's Apple exposed fully as he faces the ceiling.

"Ttttthinking...thinking about....y-you.......fffffffucking me......mmmm fuck me......" you stuttered out as you started to move your hips back and forth. As soon as you started moving, his grip around your waist tightened as he pushes you forward, furthering meshing you against the steel wall to hold you steady. Your cheek pressed up against the cool surface, with your hands remaining propped up against the wall as your cleavage squeezes against said surface and becomes overly plump from the pressure.

"Yeah? what else?" he deeply chokes out as he slides a couple inches inside.

"Ugh! more! more!"

"Tell me what else then."

"fucking....fucking me hard.......cumming...cumming inside.....lots....lots of cum....i want it..i want it all..." moaning a mess of words, you tilted your head back, allowing your hair to drape down and reaching his finger tips, which he delightfully coiled around as he maintained his grasp around your waist. With his thumbs stroking the indented curve and lining of your back, formed by the arch, his soft and tender notion appeals to you as he continues.

"my pretty baby wants it all?"

"yes...yes!!"

"you dont want to share with anyone, do you?"

"no! NO!"

"and you dont want me to share you with anyone, right?"

"No..no sharing....no sharing!"

"You belong to me, and i belong to you, right?"

"yes! Yes!"

Inch by inch, he slowly slides in the remainder of his length. "You're all mine? You gonna follow my rules and only be mine? You gonna eat, sleep, taste, dream, smell, and breathe only me for the rest of your life?"

"yes! Yes! oh my god yes! mmmm please!"

"say it. say that i'm your everything...."

"yo-you're my everything! my everything!" your voice reaching a high pitch and cracking near the last bit, he was so close to fully feeding his dick inside, you could feel the base of his groin against your rear cheeks.

"you know you're my everything?"

"yes!"

"You know i would do anything for you?"

"Yes!"

Reaching a hand up and around your neck, he pulls your head back to rest against his chest. Burying his mouth into your ear, he whispers....

"You know i'll kill anyone if they ever touch or look at you?"

"yess........yes......" you moaned out. You knew that he wasn't bluffing, he killed before and you believe he'd kill again....all because the man was insanely obsessed with you. you were his and his alone. while his demeanor and actions would scare others, it thrilled and fed your deepest and wildest desires. because of this man, you were saved from the ugliness of the world countless times....because he loved you.

"you like that....dont you?" he smirks as he starts to thrust in more, his base reaching and closing in against your taint.

"yessssss...."

"you like it when the monster comes out?"

"yes......"

"you like it when the monster bites?"

"yes."

"you like it when the monster feeds, sucks, and fucks you?"

"yes!"

Extending his fingers out, and delicately wrapping them around your throat, all in a graceful notion, he bucks his hips, finally.

"ugh! Oh my God!!!" you reach behind and slap your hand against his thigh from the powerful sensation of him burying his cock deep....so deep inside you. Sliding it out, his tip near the opening, before he slams it back in, puncturing that sweet spot.

"UGH!!!! HEESEUNG!!!"

"Heethan baby....." he corrects you, as his lips remained plastered against your ear, whispering deeply and licking your helix.

Picking up the pace, you surrendered fully as you reach up and attempt to pull his hand off your throat, allowing you to lean forward so you could rest against the wall once more. "please..please let me....let me move...let me move.....c-cant....cant stand....ugh!"

Honoring your wish, he lets go of your neck and lets you nearly fall forward as your hands catch your fall and becomes plastered against the steel wall once more. His hand smooths over your back and pushes down on the lower bit, forcing you to perk your rear up.

"Ass up pretty."

Slightly leaned in towards your tip toes, you perk your derriere up and increased the exposure of your womanhood as he gains a clear view of his throbbing and swollen member thrusting in and out of your opening, skin on skin melting with eachother, creating a mixture of fluids, yours and his.

Thrusting faster and faster, he fucks you harder than you had imagined, it felt so good...too good. the sound of the lockers rattling and shaking as he slams into you, pelts his hip against your ass as his groin slaps against the skin of your suppled cheeks, staining them pink and red from each hit.

"mmmmmmmfuck!!!" you screamed out as your body bounces back and forth, your breasts jolting in quick motions as they jiggle from his high momentum.

"yeah? you fucking like that dont you?" he scoffs out. "touch it baby."

Doing as he bids, you reach in between your legs and caressed the part of his shaft that remained exposed with your two fingers, rubbing it vigorously as he continues to pump the remaining inches inside you, squelching the juices in and out.

Dripping, you felt the essence of his labor and your desire trailing down your leg.

"Oh? Pretty baby looks like she wants to become a mommy." he teases as he thrusts even harder, pull you back up and into him as he had done before.

"ugh! ugh! plllllllleease!" you moaned out as you grab onto his arm, which was swooped around your neck, placing you in a gentle chokehold. Your throat rests against his inner elbow, as his hand reaches your ear, where he gently moves the hair away and buries his face in once more. With you nearly standing upright, back plastered against his chest, his thrusts goes in straight and upwards, trailing in deeper than before, the momentum was so strong, it caused your body to become lifted as you shift back and forth between your tip toes from the slight bit of levitation, all due to his thrusting force.

"ugh! ugh! ugh!"

"yeah, fucking moan some more you pretty thing." he darkly whispers as he increases his pace.

"ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh!" your moans increased to match his momentum.

"you ready to get pregnant?"

"yes! yes! yes! fuck me! heethan fuck me!" you gasped out repeatedly, your voice airy and light as the pleasured tears stream down your face, exposing how fucked out you looked from taking him in repeatedly. "please......please cum...cum...inside...please fuck me and cum inside..." you begged. Just as you finished uttering out your words, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts your body entirely off the ground, with his shaft still nestled inside.

"ahhhh!!!" screaming out from the shock of being fully levitated in his grasp, not to mention how deep his shaft went in upon lifting your weight, he flings you over behind against the other wall, where a bench nearby was stationed. Not once did his throbbing member exit out of your cavity, his finesse was so above reproach, he could effortlessly move you without ever breaking contact. Lifting your leg by swooping his hand under your kneecap, he places it on the bench as he leans you forward against the tile wall, while simultaneously pulling your rear closer to him.

the repeated slapping of skin fills the entire locker room, he went even faster. His dick looked as if he was melting into your opening as the blurred view of your skin meshing with his becomes the highlight of his day. You became even more wet, allowing him to slide in and out easily as he goes in faster, deeper, and harder.

"ugh! i'm-i'm gonna cum!"

"cum with me baby." he gasps out in a deep groan as he reaches up and places a hand on your shoulder, while the other firmly grabs onto the side of your waist. He was both, pulling you in and holding you steady.

"cum for me, and i'll cum for you......"

tapping against your sweet spot, along with the feeling of his thick shaft in between your thighs as he thrusts in, you snapped. Screaming out, your walls gyrate and your thighs and rear cheeks shake vigorously.

"oh shit....." he gasps out, softly smiling at the view before him. Your body was losing control, jolting in all directions. Had it not been for his grab on you, you would have broken contact, yet he remained you steady so that he could finish.

Seeping inside, he releases every last bit of his seeds inside your belly, slowing down his thrusts as he catches his breath. with your body still jerking from the immense orgasm, he rubs his fingers up and down to coo you, calming your nerves and your heart rate.

"theeeeeeere.......good girl......shhhh..." he whispers out as he thrusts in slowly......slooooooowly.....

whimpering from the feeling of his thick member entering and re-entering, your body begins to go limp as your hands drag down from the tile wall. Catching you by reaching around and palming the center of your chest, he flings you up and against him, sitting you down on his lap as he takes his seat on the bench behind. Leaving his thick cock inside you, he keeps your legs slightly wide open as he rests your back against your chest, your hair plastered on your skin from the bit of sweat accumulated by the performance, he hugs you around your waist. Kissing your ear, he softly and gently repeats his pecks as you drift off into a blissful slumber, keeping his shaft nestled and warm in between your walls as he takes his time to recover. Once you were out cold, he chuckles to himself as he lifts your hand and admires your fingers.

"ah fuck baby......the effect you have on me.....even if its just the sound of your voice, you have a way about you that makes the monster hungry."

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[kittykat-25]

One Of The Guys - Part 9

Pairings: Hongjoong x F! Reader, Chan x F!Reader

Genre: idol au, Friends x Lovers, angst

Warnings: Feminine pet names(Doll, Cupcake, bubs, Pretty Girl) Alcohol Consumption(drink responsibly) Mean implication(slut)

Summary: You tried really hard not to be a cliché, falling love with your best friend. How unoriginal. But when your best friend is Kim Hongjoong what are you supposed to do?

Now Playing: One Of The Guys- Jessia

A/N: Part 9 picks up directly where part 8 ended🩷 enjoyyyyy

“I think I’m in love with her.” Hongjoong called after them.

Mingi stared at his friend, “No.” was his reply before turning around and walking away. Leaving Wooyoung and Hongjoong staring at each other. “Woo please. I get you don’t think I deserve her” he started, voice shakey. Wooyoung cut him off, “No! I know you don’t deserve her. Keep whatever revelation you think you had to yourself and leave Y/n out of it. She is happy and I don’t care if you are my captain or my brother. If you ruin this for her I will never forgive you. And neither will she.” He turned on his heel and walked away. Leaving Hongjoong standing there alone. Staring up at your window, apartment dark he wonders if he has ruined whatever already small chance he had to be with you. Turning and following behind his members he failed the see the other man sprinting back towards your building.

Three days later

You walked towards your apartment door completely drained. As you got closer you saw the bouquet of flowers sitting on your mat. Staring down at the beautifully arranged flora you didn’t need to read the card to know who had sent them. Picking them up and setting them beside the ones that arrived yesterday you threw the card in the trash. Not bothering to read whatever apology Hongjoong had crafted this time. Your mind replayed the call you made to Chan after you heard Wooyoung and Mingi leave on repeat.

Curled up in your floor sobbing. “Miss me already pretty?” Chan said into the phone. You sniffled and, “can you come back please.” A sob racked through your body. “I’m on my way baby.” He said and you ended the call. You opened the door for Chan and were immediately engulfed in a hug. “What happened?” He asked voice soft, wiping the remaining tears that fell down your cheeks. “Hon-Hongjoong was here when I got home. Him and Wooyoung and Mings.” Chans eyes darkened, “what happened.” He asked again, his voice a hair angrier than before. You shook your head, his eyes softened and he pulled you tighter to him, running a hand down your booth in soothing motions. “It’s alright pretty girl. I’m here now, I’m not going anywhere.” He kept murmuring into your hair, pressing kisses into your head after every word.

You shake your head trying to physically get the memories away from you. You pull your phone out of your pocket as you drop your bag. 32 missed calls from Hongjoong. Rolling your eyes you scroll past them and find Wooyoung’s name. Hitting the call button you wait for the ring, ready to leave a voicemail. “Hey bubs!” He says as he answers. “Hey! I thought yall would be working.” Wooyoung laughed, “calling just to hear my voice.” “More like too lazy to text all I want to complain about right now.” You said as you made your way through the apartment. “Can you please tell him to drop it. I don’t want anymore flowers. I don’t want to speak to him. 32 calls Woo. That’s ridiculous.” You groan into the phone.

Wooyoung looks up and locks eyes with his leader, shaking his head slightly. “I’ll do my best bubs. Still on for dinner Friday before we leave?” You smiled, “of course. Like I’d miss seeing my boys before you leave to go overseas.” Wooyoung gave Mingi a grin and nodded his head. “I’ll let the guys know you don’t hate all of us.” Seonghwa slapped the back of Wooyoung’s head, “OW” “I don’t hate anyone Wooyoung. I’m just done dealing with his tantrums.” You said quietly. “Anyways I’ll leave yall to your break. Be safe!” Wooyoung said his goodbyes and hung up.

Turning to look at his leader. “This is borderline harassment.” He seethed. “Wooyoung don’t start. We have to go on stage soon.” Seonghwa stated. Wooyoung bowed slightly at his oldest member. Eyes cutting towards Hongjoong. “What did she say? Does she forgive me?” He asked softly. Mingi rolled his eyes, “she sick of the flowers you have delivered everyday. She ignores your calls. Does it seem to you like you’ve been forgiven.” San in the back started singing Unforgiven under his breath making Wooyoung laugh. “Alright that’s enough. We have to be on stage in 30 minutes. Keep all of your thoughts to yourself unless it applies to our music. I am sick of this.” Seonghwa said sternly cutting his eyes at the three men.

As you walked into your apartment building the next day you found security guards standing beside someone at the desk. The doorman waved you over, as you walked that way Hongjoong came into focus. “What did you do?!?” You asked looking between him and the security officer. “He was hanging out outside your apartment. Your neighbor called down here.” “Where’s your key you idiot?” You asked Joong. He looked up at you sheepishly, “Wooyoung stole it.” You rolled your eyes. You were going to kill these boys. “He’s fine, he just can’t keep up with a key apparently.” You told the guard as they let Hongjoong stand. You said thank you and started walking towards the step, Hongjoong falling in line with you.

As you shut the door behind you, motioned towards the table, “why are you here?” You asked as you set your stuff down. “I wanted to apologize.” He said staring at you intently. “You have about ten minutes to do so before Chan gets here for dinner.” You stared pulling out ingredients waiting for him to talk, “are you happy?” He asked quietly. You stopped and looked at him, “very. Why?” “I’m sorry about what I said. I just don’t like the idea of you getting hurt.” He said. You started at him, “and yet you’re the only one that has hurt me lately.” you calmly. Your door buzzed and you heard Hongjoong sigh. “He’s early.” You glared at him and buzzed Chan in.

You opened the door to find Chan with bags full of groceries, “hey pretty girl!” He said cheerfully. You smiled at him, “hey, Hongjoong is here by the way.” You added quietly motioning towards your table. Chan glanced at the boy sitting there before looking back at you. He smiled and walked inside. “How’s the comeback going?” He asked Joong as he pulled groceries out of the bag for you. “It’s good. We leave for Japan Sunday.” Hongjoong replied, colder than he had been with you. As you finished taking groceries out, Hongjoong still sitting at the table, small talk passing between the men.

You looked at Joong and motioned for the door. “We can talk about this more Friday, you should go.” He nodded and glanced at Chan. “You’re still coming for family dinner Friday right.” You unlocked the door, pulling it open. “I told Woo and Mingi I’d be there. I’d like to see my friends before they leave.” He nodded and walked out. You said goodbye and shut the door before he could apologize again.

As you walked back towards Chan, resting your forehead against his back. “Want to talk about it?” He asked, the vibrations of his voice sending warmth down your body. “He was being held by security when I got home. Wooyoung stole his extra key after last time.” Chan nodded, leading you towards the living room. He turned on the tv, picking your music app, chuckling when Stray kids albums were the first to pull up.

Laughing you buried your head in his chest, “so supportive of us baby.” He cooed into your ear making you blush. He slowly spun you around the living room, tapping the beat of the song gentle down your spine. “This is not usually a slow dance song.” You said as he spun you to the fast rapping of Han. “Really, I could change it to Taste?” He asked smirking. “Or red lights? Or drive? Ohhh what about Connected!” You said reaching to change the song, Chans whole face turned red, he pulled you tight against him, forehead pressed against yours. “I like this song, let’s leave it here.” He mumbled. You laid your head on his chest, letting him spin you around your living room.

As Hongjoong stared up at your window watching you laugh with Chan he felt his heart clenching. When had he completely lost you? He tore his eyes away as Chan lifted your face to kiss you. Not being able to look, Hongjoong turned and walked towards his dorm. Wondering where he went wrong and brainstorming ideas to win you back. Whether his brothers wanted to help or not.

Friday night you knocked on the door to Seonghwas dorm, smiling at the older boy when he opened it. “Y/n!” He said pulling you into a hug. “Hi Hwa! I’ve missed you!” You replied. He ruffled your hair leading you into the kitchen where Wooyoung and Mingi were cooking. “Let’s get this show on the road. We need to be in bed by 10 at the latest.” Hwa called out as he walked into the living room. You gave the two boys hugs, missing their comfort and safety these past few weeks. “I have a movie night with the kids after this but Channie says to take our time. No rush.” You said quietly.

Mingi smiled at you, “it’s going well then?” You busied yourself with cutting vegetables, “I really really like him. He’s everything you could possibly want in a guy.” Wooyoung cooed at you, “y/ns in loveeee” you smacked his arm, “I’m not! He’s just great and this is the first time I’ve felt like this and it be reciprocated.” You said looking down. Mingi patted your head, “maybe Channie Hyung is in loveee too.” You elbowed him away and kept chopping up the veggies for Wooyoung.

As the night went on you texted Chan to keep him updated on when you’d head that way. Curled up on the couch talking to Wooyoung and Mingi your phone started ringing, Chans name popping up making you smile immediately. “Hey baby, I’m going to send Minho to come pick you up. It’s cold and I don’t want you walking too much in the dark. If that’s alright?” You smiled, “of course. Is there a reason you’re not coming?” You asked knowing the answer, as Felix has sent you pictures earlier of Chan and Hyunjin doing shots of who knows what. “I had some drinks so I can’t drive. But Minho will get you here safely. He said he’d text you when he was there.” You thanks Chan and told the guys. Seonghwa excited to see his old friend, told Minho to just come up when he got here.

Minho and Han got there 20ish minutes later, grateful to have then walk you down. You knew Hongjoong was out but you didn’t like the chances of you facing him alone. After the other night you didn’t know what to say to your friend anymore. As you said your goodbyes and walked out the door you felt something shift. Your anxiety coming to the surface. You chalked it up to being alone with Chans friends and nerves. Even though you knew Minho and had been around Han multiple times. The three of you were walking towards the stairwell when the door opened and Hongjoong stepped out. He stopped when he saw you, a smile forming at your company. Minho put his hand at your back, gently coaxing you forward with Han.

Han bowing slightly at Joong as you passed him, “I see you easily got all of them wrapped around your finger?” You stiffened, already anticipating the next words out of his mouth. As they had been spoken towards you repeatedly over the years when you were out with all of Ateez. “How long before you’re wrapped around them at night? Mhm y/n?” he asked. You had started shaking, Han tugging you closer, pulling you gently towards the door away from Hongjoong. Minho stepped in front of you, putting distance between you two. “Careful Hongjoongie, I don’t have the patience that Chan has. So consider what you are implying about Y/n.” Han carefully pulled you away, not giving you a chance to hear Joongs response. Turning your head you saw Minho following behind you, a smug smile on his lip but pure rage in his eyes. “Let’s go.” He said as he wrapped an arm around you and lead you down the stairs.

Hongjoong staring after you with wide eyes and a frown etched on his face. Standing still until the door shut, shaking him from his thoughts. He shook his head, why would he say that to you. He turned around and found Wooyoung, Mingi and Hwa all staring at him. “Joong, why would you say that to her?” Hwa asked, the disappointment visible on his face. “You know how that affects her.” He adds, shaking his head at his friend. Hongjoong looked down and noticed that Hwas arm had been placed strategically on the door frame, blocking Mingi and Wooyoung inside.

“I didn’t mean to say it, it just came out. I don’t know what came over me.” Hongjoong said sadly. He heard someone muttering, calling him a prick. He pulled out his phone ready to call you and apologize. He hit the dial button, “the person you are trying to reach is not available.” Hit hit the dial button again. Same message. Third try it didn’t even give him a message just a dial tone and the click. He yelled out in frustration, throwing his phone down the hallways. “Don’t ever try to tell me you love her again.” Wooyoung said as he walked towards their shared apartment door. “You would never intentionally hurt the person you love.” He threw open the door and walked into his bedroom slamming the door shut behind him.

As Minho pulled up to the dorms parking his car, he turned at looked at you. “Do you want to tell Chan Hyung what happened or do you want me too? I understand if you don’t want to repeat what he said.” Minhos voice was sharpe, full of edge but his eyes looking at you were soft, Han was rubbing soothing circles on your back, had been the whole ride over when he noticed your shaking. “I really don’t want to repeat that. I’ve heard it enough from staff and dancers over the years.” You said, voice shaky from holding in your tears.

Minho nodded and undid the seatbelt, throwing up the door he stormed inside. “Do you want to wait out here?” Han asked gently. “How do you think Chans going to react?” You asked, turning to look at the boy. “Channies Hyung is protective and you’re important to him. He’s not going to be happy.” Han said keeping eye contact. “Honestly none of them are going to be happy. We all care about you and it’s not right what he said.” You gave a small nod. Your phone vibrated and you were ready to decline another call when you saw it was from Hwa. “Don’t believe what he said for a second. It’s not true. I’ll talk to him, we all love you . Have a good night.” You smiled at the text and turned your phone off. “Let’s go inside.” You said opening the car door. Letting Han lead you inside the dorms.

Where there was usually yelling and chaos was eerily silent. Han opened the door and you found 5 of the members ears pressed to the door going to Chans room. “What are-“ Han started to ask. “SHHHH” was all you were greeted with as the boys pressed their ears back to the door. You sat down on the couch, pulling your knees to your chest. You heard a small gasp and looked, all heads turned towards you. “That little..” “Changbin No.” Felix said and Changbin tried to make his way to the door. “Please Binnie, it’s fine.” You said patting the couch beside you. “It’s not fine y/n!” Seungmin said plopping down on the other side of you. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. You can’t be friends with a group of guys without people implying things SeungMinnie, it’s okay.” Felix wrapped your body in a hug, “it’s not true though.” You nodded, feeling the tears in your eyes start to trickle down.

Not in sadness but overwhelming love for the boys surrounding you.The door the Chans room flew open, Chan walking out, face red in anger. Felix let go of you as Chans eyes met yours; instantly softening. “Do you want me to say something to him?” He asked, knowing it would affect your relationship with all of Ateez in the process. “No I’ll handle it.” You said. Chan moved towards you and all the other guys gave you both space choosing to follow Minho into the kitchen. Chan sat down, wrapping his arms around you, practically pulling you into his lap. His body was shaking in anger, “channie it’s okay.” He looked towards you, gently tucking a hair behind your ear, “no baby it’s not. I’m so sorry you’ve had to hear that over the years. But I swear you will never hear it towards you as long as I’m around.” You nodded and tucked your head into the curve of his neck.

Chan ran his hands down your back, “Minho might kill him on sight next time.” Chan said. You laughed, “Wooyoung and Mingi might beat him to it.” You said. Hoping they were keeping the peace before they were stuck on a plane together. The rest of the guys came back out and started a movie, you not paying any attention, hyper aware of the glances the members would give you and the way Chans hand never left your body. Feeling safe you laid your head on Chans shoulder and drifted off to sleep. Hoping to calm the voices in your mind repeating what Joong had said over and over again.

A/N: SOOO I’ll be doing a poll soon so be on the lookout for that! I hope you guys are liking this so far!

Sorry this part was so long🩷

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N7 Day 2- Reflection

I had several ideas for this; but since the ME2 love theme is called Reflections, I thought I would write my take on the shakarian pre SM scene :)

Garrus POV; ~1.2 k words

The rumble of the engines was the only sound in the battery. Garrus sat on a crate, head bowed. His omni-tool flashed with a new message twice, then went dark again. His shoulders hunched under the weight of his sister’s words. Mom’s treatments weren’t working anymore. Sol was upset, and why wouldn’t she be? Why shouldn’t she be?  Damn it, he thought, I’m just a washed-up vigilante playing Spectre. How can—

He sat there, staring at his feet for several minutes, mind replaying his regrets in vivid color.  Sighing, he straightened up and steeled himself; this was it. He didn’t want to fight with her; not on the way to a likely suicide mission. He shook his head, trying and failing to clear his thoughts. 

“You’re right, Sol,” he typed, “I’m sorry.” 

Her reply was immediate, “No, I’m sorry. Things are rough with Mom, and the salarians are expensive.” 

Garrus felt something twist in his chest, a deep, aching pang of guilt, helplessness; hell, he wasn’t even sure. “I wish I could help,” he replied, feeling woefully inadequate. He wanted to reassure her; he wanted to tell her that he’d come back soon. That he could keep his word this time. But, as the Normandy glided toward her fate, whatever that might be, he couldn’t bring himself to make another empty promise. Instead, he continued, “I’m going on a trip. Might be away from the relays for a while. Tell Mom—tell her I’m thinking of her.” 

Solana answered back with a joke, and he accepted it for the olive branch it was. He promised to call her back when he could; he hoped he would get the chance to. Joker’s voice cut through the ship, “ETA to Omega-4 relay 2 hours,” and he jolted. Damn, that didn’t leave much time to get ready and get to Shepard. He grabbed the bottle of wine he’d picked up on Illium and stopped to examine his reflection. He grimaced at the angry scarring that marred the right side of his face. Months later, it looked better, but he’d only recently gotten the nerve to stop wearing the bandages that covered it. Garrus smoothed his free hand over his tunic one last time, then left the battery, an odd sense of calm washing over him at the prospect of seeing Shepard. 

He could hear her humming as he got off the elevator. At once, he felt the anxiety return, every second of research he’d done flying out of his mind. Crap. Too late to turn back now, he tapped the panel, the door opening to reveal Alexa toweling off her short red hair. She turned as the door opened, a smile breaking across her face, disarming him. His heart skipped a couple beats. 

“Hey there,” she said easily, tossing the towel into the bathroom behind her. 

“Hey. . . I brought wine. Best I could afford on a vigilante’s salary,” he stumbled over his words, trying to regain his cool. “Uh—,” he spotted the stereo control on the wall behind her. Music. That was usually part of this whole. . . stress relief thing. At least in the vid Joker had sent him. He pressed a couple buttons, and terrible pop music started blaring out of the speakers. Wincing internally, he turned back to her, checking for her reaction. She shook her head, smile still in place as she approached him. He soldiered on, feeling more idiotic by the second. 

“Well, if you were a turian, I’d be complimenting your waist, or your fringe. So, uh—your hair looks good, and your waist is. . . very supportive.” Alexa raised her eyebrows, her expression turning bemused. Crap. “Hopefully, that’s not offensive to humans. I knew I should’ve watched the vids. Come on, Shep—” He fell silent as she stepped up into his space, placing a comforting hand on his chest. 

Her tone was light, but her eyes softened as they met his. “Consider me seduced, smooth talker. Shut up and stop worrying,” she teased, “it’s just me.” Alexa sidestepped to shut off the music, and Garrus felt his shoulders sag. 

The weight of the last two years came crashing down: leaving C-sec after her death, Archangel, Sidonis’ betrayal, Shepard’s return, his mom’s health, his conversation with Sol. This new something growing between them. His mind raced, and his heartbeat quickened. He hadn’t even realized how deeply he cared for her until she was gone, until he realized that he would never get to see her smile, or hear her laugh, or tease him ever again. She was gone; better not to think about the depth of that loss. 

Better to throw himself into something he could change, something he could fix.  So he did, until he couldn’t, until he failed, surrounded by the bodies of the people he was supposed to protect. Until Shepard came back from death to save him again, and all that grief and—could he call it love—came rushing back in. Until she brought up “relieving tension” after Sidonis, he hadn’t even allowed himself to call it anything but admiration, friendship.

The weeks since her offer had been strangely peaceful, at least by their standards. As they hurtled ever closer to the suicide mission, they had come together so naturally, without much discussion. He came up to her quarters, or she sat in the battery, working on their reports, spending time in quiet contemplation. Every time she smiled at him, every time her hand brushed his arm, it was overwhelming, exhilarating, and terrifying. Just being near her made him feel both grounded and completely untethered. 

He never imagined, especially after Omega, that there was a chance she could ever—that she would ever see him as anything more than a friend. I should consider myself lucky she even does that, he thought, almost bitterly. His hands trembled, and Alexa gently took the bottle of wine from him, setting it on the desk behind her. He raised his head, finding her still watching him, her face growing serious and concerned. She opened her mouth, about to speak, but he shook his head, cutting her off. “The thing is, I—I’ve just seen so many things go wrong, my work at C-Sec, what happened with Sidonis. I want something to go right. Just once. . .” he trailed off. 

Alexa tilted her head, and he closed his eyes briefly.  He inhaled shakily, as her warm hand cupped his face. “Garrus,” she said softly, her fingertips ghosting across his scars. Emboldened by the fact she hadn’t told him to get the hell out yet, he reached for her, catching her hands in his. She stepped closer, into his arms. “You’ve got me,” she whispered, intertwining her fingers with his, “It’s us. How could it go wrong?” 

She smiled crookedly, and he realized that she was just as nervous as he was. He leaned down, careful, slow enough that she could pull back if she wanted to, and gently rested his head against hers. After a breath, she leaned into him, eyes closed, and he could feel the tension leaching from her body. They stood there for a few moments, fully immersed in each other; the only sound was their breathing and his pounding heartbeat. 

Garrus reached up to caress her face, and Alexa, eyes still closed, turned her cheek into his palm. His chest bloomed with warmth. How could it go wrong, he thought to himself. With Shepard, anything was possible. He didn’t reply, almost afraid to jinx it. For once, as she stretched up to kiss him, as he tilted his head to meet her lips, he let himself believe—if only for a moment—that they might make it. 

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 1: After

A/N: Oh hey guys! It’s been a while! I’m finally ready to delve back into this, I needed to know more of what Hemlock had going on and now I do so…here fucking goes. Sorry it’s only short for now. More, so much more is coming.

Prefer AO3? I got you.

Warnings: 18+ written from Tech’s pov. Mentions of what happened in the previous, awful, cliffhanger chapter. Sorry about that.

Word Count: 1355

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Tech? If you’re listening to this, they found me. Tech. I used the button but I know you can’t come and get me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m hiding in the supply cupboard, they landed not that long ago and I know they’re here for me. They know w-who I am. Wh-what I am. Don’t come after me, Tech. I’d never forgive myself. They’re here. I know we never said this in person but I can’t die and not have said it. Tech. I love you.

I love you. — Stitch’s full message.

3 days after

Days. You had been gone for days. It didn’t seem real. Logically Tech knew he was doing everything he possibly could to find you, but he could feel the frustration creeping up on him. He tried to shut everyone out, as grateful as he was for them trying to ground him, he didn’t want it right now.

He had to find you.

His eyes closed when he heard light footsteps on the ramp, knowing exactly who was coming to come and check on him. Phee visited the same time everyday so Tech didn’t get a shock, she always tried to talk to him which he shut down until all she did was sit there. Usually he forgot she was there.

“Hey, brown eyes.” Tech’s fingers paused his eyes not leaving the console screen. He was about to slice into a highly protected Imperial system and he needed no distractions while he did it. Tech had written the programme himself, masking his signal so he would appear invisible to the Imperial network. Hopefully slipping in and out unnoticed.

His fingers curled, caught between the urge to tell her to go away and doing the socially acceptable thing. Whatever that was.

“Omega made me bring you some fish that Wrecker caught and cooked. That brother of yours is settling in nicely.”

“Wrecker has always been more laid back and adaptable to social situations than the rest of us.” Stars, his throat was dry. In that moment Tech decided to take a break. Standing up he rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms, wiggling his fingers as he tried to banish the aching sensation in his entire body. He wasn’t sure if it was a mental manifestation, but since you’d been taken he found his joints aching more than they should. He had contemplated the cause was the accelerated aging, even though the age he was now, he should still be in his prime. By human standards.

“You’re talking today?” Phee sighed and sat down in one of the seats, crossing her legs, handing him the package of food and a bottle of water.

Tech worked out if he drank the water and ate the fish he could have her satisfied and out of here in approximately 10 standard minutes. Then she’d report back to the others he had eaten and he’d be left alone until the sun set. He took the water, gulping it so he didn’t have to respond. Most of the time he found Phee easy to be around, she allowed him to empty his head when they were working in the Archium and theorise without debunking any of his ideas as nonsense.

He was highly aware of your reaction to her less than a week ago. Less than a week ago. The despondent feeling settled in his chest and he became blank once more. He had to fully detach from the pain your loss created or he’d never have the brain power to find you. He had spent every night tossing and turning in his bunk, replaying over every second of dropping you at Ord Mantell. If only he had gone with you, if only they hadn’t let you come, if only, if only.

“I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said.” Tech glanced up from staring at the bottle of water in his hand, shifting his goggles as he cleared his throat quietly.

“Apologies. My mind is elsewhere,” Tech murmured.

“Eat, you need to keep up that energy if you’re to find her,” Phee told him. Good idea. He really should research the fish here, if they were rich in oils they would contain docosahexaenoic acid which would help. He needed all the help he could get. Tech began to tuck into the fish, realising the pains in his stomach were because he was hungry. He suddenly registered Phee was talking about something and again he wasn’t listening. It wasn’t important anyway, she had no idea about the inner workings of an Imperial computer, prison or had any new information that could help him.

He finished eating and automatically handed her the wrapper which she took, trying to catch his eye. Tech avoided that. He didn’t want to look at her, he only wanted to look at you. Your eyes were something he had committed to his memory, the way they danced when you smiled, the glow of hyperspace in them as you stared with wonder out of the viewport. He remembered the way your panic faded the longer you looked at him, realisation and wonder in your features had made his chest ache. Not that he knew it back then.

He missed your hand in his.

“I have things to do and I need all my concentration to do them,” Tech announced, not caring if he was being abrupt or rude. He needed her gone now.

“What you need, brown eyes, is sleep,” she told him with a hand on her hip.

“I will get some.” When I exhaust all current avenues of investigation.

“Don’t make me get your brothers up here,” she threatened and Tech had to hold back an irritated tut and sat with a stoic expression on his face. “I will be back to check on you later.” But she listened, finally leaving him alone.

Tech’s fingers flew over the console keys, about to thread his own coding in with the Imperial coding so he could slice into their network when the ship com went off. At first he was going to ignore it, but he decided to answer it. Heading into the cockpit he accepted the transmission.

“This is Havoc-4. Do you copy?”

“Loud and clear Havoc-4.” As Tech responded he remembered vaguely Hunter had said something about Echo making an appearance but it didn’t attach to anything to do with you, so he had dismissed the useless information.

“I need your expertise, Havoc-2. I have something you might like.” Tech leaned forward in his chair, not even aware he was doing it.

“Is it a lead?” He asked eagerly, his mind racing ahead with all the possibilities no matter how outlandish they were.

“We need to decrypt it to find out. I’m coming in now. Havoc-4 out.” Tech jumped up, putting aside what he was doing so he could step outside at the sound of the ship.

“Hunter, Wrecker. Echo is here with some intel,” he announced eagerly into his com.

“On our way,” Hunter responded.

“What have you got?” Tech demanded as soon as Echo descended the ramp, awarding him a raised eyebrow.

“Good to see you too, Tech.” He sighed a little and pulled a datastick from his pouch. “I pulled this from an Imperial ship loaded with clones. We have no idea where they were being shipped to or why.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Tech only had eyes for the datastick, for the information it could possibly hold and he saw it as a lifeline to you. He turned back to the ship, pausing when Echo called his name.

“We’re doing all we can,” he said, running a hand across the back of his neck while he gestured with his scomp. “To find Stitch.” Tech flinched at the sound of your name, concentrating on the datastick once more. What could he say? He knew they were doing everything they could.

Thankfully, Hunter and Wrecker arrived with Omega and Tech turned away to disappear into the ship. He inserted the datastick into the console, setting his programme to run the decryption code and waited for the information to reveal itself.

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Just did a rewatch of OFMD S2 Eps 6/7 and: (Yes, it DEFINITELY got better)

*All pacing issues and some cast being in scenes when others aren't is the fault of the studios being cheap and not the writers/creators. :) Flying the cast to New Zealand + housing them for filming meant some crew just couldn't be there (Fang, Roach, Olu) or mostly written out (Buttons, Swede).

The reason this season feels *weird* is just that. It is not the fault of the actors or any of the workers in New Zealand who got jobs because they were the cheaper, nonunion, option.

I was mainly mad due to some pacing things that, after I thought about it, I don't think *I* was ready for them to make jokes about, if that makes sense. Izzy is such a personal character for me that some of the stuff they joke about just...hits.

*While the show kind of blowing off Izzy's repressed feelings for Ed did originally piss me off (the 'jealous' comment from Ed in ep 7 especially), reframing the scenes as Izzy letting himself mourn this and seeing how easily he lets Ed go does make me happy. He will love Ed. That's just a fact. But he is not his relationship with Ed he is defined by what he does with it. Yes, they can joke about it. Izzy has probably defined their relationship as something that just can't happen. Either by thinking Ed could never love him or that Ed never cared. Izzy knew Ed's attention was always fleeting and MAYBE that's some BS way we can say eps 5, 6, and 7 happened within a few days of each other. Because...if Izzy is just repressing everything again. I swear. This show will not give me the polycule I want.

*Stede and Izzy work so fucking well as friends. Like. Izzy knows how Stede will use the bar as validation and is READY to fight for him. Stede knows Izzy will stand to fight with him. The way Izzy looks so DONE when Stede starts to fight? Izzy just lost Ed god damn it. That, and the thigh grab will be in my head forever... stizzy fans also win.

*Imagine having sex with the only person you've ever loved and they ditch the next day. Add that to Stede's own insecurities and it's like the writers had a checklist on how to break Stede Bonnet.

*Ed is leaving a manic period (started maybe ep 2), and entering a depressive period in episode 6 where he remembers 'oh yeah, I fucking hate pirating'.

*Both Stede and Ed want very different things in life and this conflict was always going to happen. But at the begining of ep 6 we see Ed replaying the abuse he's caused/experienced. He's mentally framing himself as a hazard. Stede enjoys the life Ed is desperately running from. This is why Izzy is so quick to grab Stede I think. To help him understand that Ed is just...a complicated man.

*Izzy was right about Ed needing to give Stede some time to sit with the death of Ned Low. Ed barging in allowed Stede to put his negative feelings into something positive, not fully allowing him to process his actions. Ed then uses their first time as an excuse to run away.

*Izzy is hot in both episodes :) End note. But for me, the reason the Drag scene felt weird on first watch is just that I can't read half the cast's face soemtimes. Its a me thing. On this rewatch I noticed them cheering and generally being more supportive, lol.

*I wish we got to see Izzy putting the drag makeup on. Even just a line of concealer. Putting on the character he'd embody for the night. Drag is such a practice of self realizion and community. I wish we got to see Izzy staring at himself, applying the mark on his face that he clearly loves so much.

*The concept of Ned Low- A vicious torture-focused pirate, sadly was handled like a minor inconvenience, and... while I like the masochism joke from Izzy, and the implications for Stede's arc, he felt weird and out of place. Like. Instead of tying Low's bad management to something like the Navy, why not the Kraken? The stuff was there for it. Show how shitty working on a ship that prioritizes violence is, and mirror it with Ed's growth.

*I love the ship design for Ep 6 so much.

*The Ed&Izzy apology still bugs me but I have hope Izzy and Ed will talk it out a bit more after talks with some of the lovelies online

*I love the crew but acknowledge that this season has shafted a lot of stories. Clearly, the writers did what they could.

*Izzy's 'love interest' this season is clearly just the 'community/self' and finding comfort in humanity again...its so GOOD.

*Izzy casually making sex jokes is so weird. Like a coworker you've known for a few years that finally starts talking shit with you on the job. It feels weird to me now, but I also write him like this? So it's a lot of wires crossing in my mind. Like...he FUCKS!

*Same with Izzy smiling. It feels wrong in the best way. Again, I wish we had ONE MORE episode of Izzy being in the middle of healing, but this more self-realized Izzy is lovely to watch.

*They changed the gender of the song Izzy sings so he's singing about a man. I will not be normal about this.

*I'm so happy I caught Izzy's hand being that FUCKING HIGH on Stede's inner leg first watch. It's changed me. Izzy really said 'When the dogs are away the cats are out to play' and POUNCED.

*I didn't catch Izzy pointedly calling Stede captain until I saw it online and now I love it. Stede adopted the stray cat and god damn he'll stay loyal until the day he dies.

*Spoilers for the teaser: If the series Ends and Izzy is in solitary confinement/Izzy is locked away from the others I will scream

*"Hiya, Boys" I LOVE HIM. Izzy confidently grinning and being a prick is my favorite.

*izzy loving Ed enough to let him go is just....so tragic and good. Especially since we know Ed just tried to hold izzy closer in s1

[osakunt]

AOT FINAL SEASON SPOILERS !!!! Some angst for the soul

The memory of Connie opening the door to where you stood replays one too many times. Over and over, you hear his words fall out his lips and see the tear roll down his face.

It hurt. It hurt to the point to where you wanted to go out and find a way to be with her. It’s stupid that you were in the room next door to where it happened yet you were alive and she was not.

The whole point of making the trip to retrieve Eren was to find a way to not lose anymore lives. Very naive of everyone to think you wouldn’t lose an asset like Sasha.

I’m front of her gravestone Mikasa sits bunched into a ball. You stand in front of her only able to replay memories of that night. She looks up at you waiting to say something - nothing is said. All you give her is a blank stare. The overthinking of the situation makes you light headed, causing you to sway a little in place.

Seeing your body move, Jean flies next to you to help you balance yourself before you fell. You regain yourself and put a hand up to stop him letting him know you were fine.

“I’ll be going. I’m tired of coming here”

A blunt emotionless response to the silence. You had already gave your condolences to Sasha’s family. They knew how much she meant to you. The chef was the one who had so much going on that you. Just had to go.

“And you. Please shut up ….what was your name ? …..doesn’t matter just pile down” you walk passed him.

Nicolo grabs. Your shoulder with a grip that you were able to break. Your sharp glare striking fear into his eyes. It did not stop him from yelling at you.

“Does it not hurt you ?! You two were close ?! How the hell is it that you’re acting this way”

“C’mon Nicolo Y/n is also grieving”

“Doesn’t seem like she is” he answers to Connie.

Mikasa looks over to you. Your tears at the brim - ready to spill. Your eyes were so irritated from crying. It was crazy to you how this imbecile had not noticed.

“Listen here, you aren’t the only one hurting. Sasha was very much important to me like she was to you. She was my first love - my first everything !”

Your eyes let the tears roll down your face as you talk to him. Sasha’s father steps in when he sees you step towards the taller male.

“It’s okay sweetheart, let it out. Ya needa let the pain heal” her fathers voice calms you. He was like a father figure after all. You didn’t want to alter the situation. You wiped the tears away and let Mikasa guide your once again swaying body back to headquarters.

“You need to lay down. You haven’t slept in days”

Mikasa cracks a smile towards you trying to pry your long olive colored coat off you to get you to bed. The bed was somewhere where you didn’t want to be. You wanted to stand by the window looking out at the scenery that was going dark as the sun set.

The day ended and a new started. That morning you’re walking towards Levi’s office when you’re informed that the child that shot and killed Sasha has escaped along with the little boy that tagged along with her.

“She’s related to Reiner. The stupid little button nose says it all”

You laugh at the situation before continuing to walk your way.

“I Sasha, Eren is going to be the end of us with all this havoc”

[liminalpebble]

Eddie's Education: Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

During their next shift at The Hideout, Eddie was behind the bar in a cheap nylon Dracula cape while Leia changed into her costume.

In a few minutes, she met him there wearing an authentic Catholic school uniform with splotches of fake blood over the knee-length paid kilt and the white button down.

“Whoa! That's a pretty detailed costume!”

She laughed as she studied the strategically placed blood stains. “Well it's not exactly a costume. It was my actual school uniform.”

“Wait wait wait...Vespero...do you mean to tell me that you were an honest-to-god Catholic school girl? Like...a sign of the cross, kneeling to pray, going to confession, Catholic school girl?”

“Yup! Kindergarten to high school graduation. My dad was cool and nerdy enough to name me Leia, but then he found the lord and got into this really oppressive religious phase. It was...a special kind of hell but I got a really good costume out of it.”

“Yeah it is! But that blood will never come out, you know.”

“Ah, that's okay. I had to wear this fucking thing every school day for 4 years. I was almost ready to burn it.”

“I can't imagine growing up like that,” Eddie said in awe, shaking his head. “It must have been so hard.”

She shrugged, “yeah, you could say that. I spent a lot of time being terrified of hell and trying to be very good...trying to be perfect. So obviously, now I'm just an atheist with trauma, but hey, on the bright side, at least sex will always feel filthy and sinful, right?” It was a joke she'd used many times to distract from the dreary subject, but she'd realized as soon as Eddie stared and stuttered with his mouth hanging open, that maybe that was the wrong joke to make.

She quickly followed it up with, “And you're not gonna fucking believe this, but we weren't allowed to celebrate Halloween or anything related to 'evil' things or the occult...a true Satanic panic situation. No trick or treating, no horror movies or devil costumes. So obviously, I'm obsessed with all of that now.”

“You've gotta be shitting me,” he said, genuinely shocked.

Chuckling, she said lightly, “I shit you not! But don't worry! I've made up for lost time since then. It's my favorite holiday...my favorite month.”

“You know,” Eddie said, considering the outfit with his arms crossed and head tilted. “It's not at all what porn and anime have led me to believe.”

Leia smacked him playfully, and chuckled. “Gross, Eddie. And no...there's nothing sexy about the real thing. Can you help me with the zombie part of this zombie school girl, though? The blood isn't enough, it has to look...you know...gray and corpse-y”.

As she opened the make up kit full of blue and gray hues to make her skin look lifeless, he was jolted into the horrible memory of Chrissy...sweet innocent Chrissy in her cheerleader uniform, cursed by Vecna as her eyes rolled back and skin sunk in, turning that same putrid gray. He saw the replay in his mind as clearly as the moment it happened; her little body pinned to ceiling like a bug in a collection, eyes hollow as a dead cicada. He could still hear the sickening sound of her bones breaking one by one as she turned lifeless and desiccated. Then she fell to the floor, a sightless tangled broken shell of the girl he had a crush on. He remembered how he ran. His heart ached with a deep disorienting nightmarish shame as he left her behind.

Leia noticed Eddie was beginning to shake and his skin was going white and clammy, his breath teetering on the brink of hyperventilation.

“Eddie?” Leia asked, placing a hand on his shoulder which made him flinch away from her for the first time in their friendship. She suddenly realized what was happening, having encountered the signs before from students who were war veterans.

“Hey, Eddie? Can you hear me?”

He nodded his head violently as his eyes welled up and his breath began to hitch.

“Just listen to my voice, okay? I'm right here. Take a deep breath with me.”

He followed her lead, listening and watching her inhales and exhales to match them, while he sank to the floor and she knelt next to him.

“Good. You're doing so well. Now, can you feel your rings on your fingers.”

“Uh..y...y...yeah.”

“How many rings are you wearing on your right hand.”

“Three,” he answered, running his thumb along them.

“How do they feel?”

“C...c...cold. Smooth...” he answered, breath beginning to still and eyes focusing back on her instead on his memory. A spark of life finally emerged from behind the blackout curtain of his unsettling, distant, gaze.

“Hey,” she said softly, “Sorry, I touched you. I forgot it's not great to do that when somebody is...you know...having...”

“No no no. It's okay! I'm so sorry, Leia. I didn't mean to scare you.”

She said in a soothing tone, “Don't worry about that. I just want to make sure you're okay. Here. Drink some water, try to breathe.”

He sipped and cycled as much air as possible through his lungs for a few minutes, while she took the make up away. She packed it up tightly and buried it out of sight, realizing something about it must have been the trigger. What happened to this poor man? I wish he would tell me. I wish I could hold him.

He was looking a lot better by the time she came back as he smiled and asked, “Hey..um...is it okay if we don't make a...a uh...dead school girl costume?”

“Sure...sure, Eddie. I'm so so sorry. I didn't realize.”

He reached out his hand to her from where he was sitting against the wall and she took it gladly. His big brown eyes staring up at her punctured her heart with longing, like a hot needle.

“No! Don't apologize, please. Most of the time even I don't know what's gonna hit me.”

He lifted himself up, wobbling slightly, as she looped her arm around his lanky waist. She felt a little guilty, realizing how happy she was for an excuse to touch him there, feeling the smooth hard curve of his torso against her palm. Once he was steady again, she reluctantly let him go to stand on his own.

He took a deep breath and met her eyes saying, “Thank you for bringing me back.”

She nodded. “Anytime.”

He looked around, desperate for a distraction from the odd moment, and saw a little pot of fake blood sitting on the bar. “Oh hey,” he said, “come here. I have an idea.”

Her dark brows knit together curiously as she came closer. He took two fingers and dipped the tips in the little pot. A giddy little shiver danced through her as his hand wove into her hair, gently coaxing her head to the side, revealing her neck. He stamped two red dots over the line of her jugular vein and dragged down to create the illusion of a bite.

Eddie smiled, his hand still cradling her head. As he met her gaze he said, “Thanks for rescuing me, Princess Leia. I know it's a little backwards, but I did just give you eternal life. I hope that's fair. You don't mind drinking people to death periodically, right?”

“No, Leia rescues Han, remember?”

He slowly slid his hand away, but his eyes still locked with hers in honey-sweet admiration. “Touche. I know when I'm bested. May the force be with you, Princess.”

“And also with you,” she quipped, giving herself the sign of the cross, and throwing Eddie into a hysterical laughing fit.

----

It was a slow night, as weeknights so often were, but Dale, Leia, and Eddie were all grateful for the calm before the storm of the Halloween Extravaganza coming up that weekend.

“So,” Eddie asked as they stocked the fridge together. “Are you all ready for the big party? What's your costume gonna be?”

“It's a surprise,” she said coyly, winking.

He raised his eyebrows. “Well then...mine will be too. Let's just hope we don't end up wearing the same thing. Actually, can I borrow that uniform? You'd never know it but I have great legs.”

She laughed, but thought, and I would love to see them. Preferably, from between them. He loved the sound of her laugh, loved seeing her smile, loved that there was more and more of both whenever she worked here with him. He was finally willing to concede that maybe, just maybe, it was because of him. That he, The Freak...The Banished, was a blessing for this sweet smart lost woman. He promised himself, right then, that he would take care of her, no matter what. She was worth not running away scared.

The door swung open as a customer came in and strolled up to the bar.

Eddie turned to face him, hands propped on the counter, “Hey man, what can I get you?”

“Hey, can I get a...Leia? Hah...Leia, what the hell are you doing working here, and in that costume?” he said, dripping with smarmy chagrin.

Eddie watched as Leia turned to the customer, face blanching and panic written over her big dark eyes. He'd never seen her look so scared. It was bone deep terror, like a little girl in the middle of a nightmare. Leia felt for a moment, that it was a waking nightmare, that it couldn't be real.

“Sam?” she gasped in disbelief, “What are you doing here? In Hawkins?”

“Oh, just coming back to visit my folks,” he looked her up and down chuckling, “My my, how the mighty have fallen.”

Her expression turned icy, shooting daggers from her onyx eyes. “What do you want, Sam?”

“Well,” he shrugged, combing through his mop of ginger hair pensively and nudging his black plastic frames back up to the bridge of his nose. “I just came here for a beer, but as usual, all the selections are total piss, so I'll pass. But, you know, Molly is still stuck in Chicago working and I'll be here a few days. I can come by and you can give me head for old time's sake later. That'd be a good start.”

Eddie leaned closer over the bar getting up in Sam's face. “What the fuck did you just say to her, you rude prick?”

“Fuck off, Sam!” She yelled, uncharacteristically raising her voice. Dale heard and began moving closer to the bar, keeping an eye on the scene.

Sam laughed and his sharp cruel green eyes bored through her...eyes that she used to find so entrancing and lovely. “Oh, so this is who you're fucking now?” He pointed a long, pale finger to Eddie then turned to face him, “You're in luck, buddy. She was a virgin when I got her...so...you know...barely used, but doesn't exactly know the ropes so well.”

Eddie, was around the bar in an instant, cracking an empty bottle on the bar and holding the jagged edge to Sam's throat where he had him gripped by the collar.

Dale, shouted, “Eddie!” and ran over. “Eddie...relax okay.”

Sam added, “Yeah, call off your guard dog, will you?” to which Eddie just tightened his grip on his collar.

Dale sighed, saying, “I wouldn't make this situation worse if I were you, fella. I suggest you fuck off before Eddie...or I...have to do something regrettable”.

Sam squinted. “Are you threatening me? I could press charges, on both of you.”

Dale retorted, “And I could do the same for harassing my employee. Now I suggest you get the fuck out and never come in here again.”

Eddie let go of his collar, and Sam flipped his hair out of his eyes, smoothed out his shirt. His pale skin was now fire-engine red as he stormed out the door. As it slammed, Leia flinched, still silent and trembling.

Dale turned to Eddie, saying quietly with a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, why don't drive Leia home and I'll watch the bar, okay. I can take the rest of the night, it's a slow one anyway.”

Leia finally snapped out of it and piped up. “Dale, I'm fine.”

“You're not!” both men turned and said to her simultaneously.

Dale sighed, “Darlin', for my sake, I'd feel better if you let Eddie drive you home.”

She took a deep breath, nodded, and slung her bag over her shoulder, still incandescent with embarrassment. As she followed Eddie out the door she turned to the 6 assorted weeknight drunks and said weakly, “Sorry, everyone.”

Andy, the old timer from her classes at the community college, waved if off and raised his bottle with a nod, slurring out, “Don't worry about it. Get home safe, Miss Vespero.”

Despite the situation, or maybe because of the absurdity of it, Leia chuckled as she said, “ Good night, Andy,” and Eddie led her to his van with a protective arm around her.

As soon as the door shut and they were alone in the cocoon of the car, she threw her arms around Eddie and began to sob as he hugged her close and stroked her hair.

“Hey,” he soothed, “I'm here. It's okay. You're safe.”

@sunflowerdaydreamer

[patheticlittlemen]

ALL ABOUT ME

[Kurt Kunkle x Female Reader]

Chapter 7- Somewhere in There Is a Lesson

Words: 1114

Warnings: None

A/N: apologies for my absence, i'm gonna post as I finish chapters to make up for the time I was gone

It had been a few days since you moved in with Nellie and you’re ready to finalize things with Rick. After a few minutes of trying to build up courage to start the conversation, you send him a text.

Y/N: Can I call you?

Rick: ofc

Before you can even think of hitting the call button, you phone lights up with a call from him. You really don’t want to answer but need this to be over for good.

“Hey.” You answer curtly.

“What’s up?” Just the sound of Rick’s voice makes you tear up.

“Just wanted to make sure everything is good with the apartment. I paid my rent for this month already and ended my lease. The key should have been on the counter.”

“Oh…” Rick doesn’t speak for a moment. “You’re really done, huh?”

“Yeah.” You try to fight back the tears threatening to spill.

“I mean I was just hoping we could talk, I can fix this-”

“No, Rick. I’m breaking up with you for good.”

“Y/N….”

“I hope you treat your next girlfriend better.” Before letting him respond, you hang up and set your phone down.

You’re unaware of the tears streaming down your face until you feel them fall onto your hands. The chapter that was your last three years with Rick is over. Of course you’re exhausted from the emotions and the change but a part of you is happy. No more pretending that Rick is a good boyfriend, no more putting up with mediocrity. You’re ready for whatever is coming next, but just let yourself cry in the moment.

After a little while, your phone buzzes and you wipe the tears off your face as you see a message from Kurt.

Kurt: Just posted our video!

Deciding to try and get your interaction with Rick out of your mind, you go on youtube and click on the notification that includes Kurt’s video.

The day at the park replays in your mind as you watch it from Kurt’s point of view. There’s nothing shown that was different from the day except when Kurt came back from getting water.

The clip starts with Kurt talking about his music, just mentioning that he’s been working hard in the studio with his dad and should have a new song out soon. At some point Kurt looks over to you and glances back to the camera, smiling then turning the camera around to face you.

You’re engrossed in your drawing, focused only on getting the lines right. The camera just sits on you for a few seconds until you look up and Kurt asks you to show the camera what you’re drawing. The video continues on, showing the day you remember but your mind is stuck on the part that you weren’t aware of. You go back in the video, replaying the section where Kurt talks about music then turns the camera to you.

In that moment you see a glimpse of yourself in other people’s eyes. Your hair falling in front of your face as you look down, the way you chew on your bottom lip and furrow your brows. You never really realized how…pretty you are. You’re the artist in that moment but you could be mistaken for the art.

Is this what everyone sees?

…is this what Kurt sees?

You’ve always thought you’re pretty but never thought anybody else could think so. Men barely ever approached you, and you always believed your friends when they said you are attractive, but thought that was just them being nice. Replaying the clip again, you stare at yourself for a second. The focus shown in your face is intense, but when you look up at Kurt, your eyebrows raise a bit and the concentration fades from your eyes.

While continuously skipping back to see yourself, you accidentally skip a little too far back to the part where Kurt is talking about his music. It’s nothing special, just showing Kurt as you know him. But the second where he pauses to look at you then glances back to the camera makes your heart skip. It seems like he looked over to see if you were listening, but as he’s looking a smile starts spreading on his face and you think you see a little flush in his cheeks. 

You know you feel strongly towards Kurt, you had just been trying to push away the feelings out of respect for Rick. Now that you are actually able to acknowledge your little crush, you realize just how much you really like Kurt. You’ve only known him for about 7 days, so any intention to act upon it was far from your mind but the feelings are very much so there.

Nellie knocks on your door, startling you a bit. You turn around, feeling like a kid that had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been.

“What’s that face?” Nellie jokes, walking in to sit next to you on the bed.

“What face?”

“You know. Whatever, what are you watching?” She asks.

“Oh, Kurt uploaded a video.” You re-start the video and hand your phone to Nellie, who gladly takes it. You sit quietly as she watches, feeling happy when she laughs at the jokes you make. The video ends and Nellie hands back your phone.

“So this is the guy that was here the other day?” Nellie asks and you nod. “Tell me about him.”

“I mean…I don’t even know where to start.”

“How did you meet?” Nellie turns to you as you start detailing the night you met all the way up to the day you moved in.

“Huh. And how do you feel about him?”

“Well…” you pause, trying to think of words to explain it. “I don’t really know, Nel.”

“Because he sure as hell feels things about you.” 

“How can you be so sure?”

“He stopped by the other day to check on you. It was the morning after we were up until like 5 am and I didn’t want to bother you. I forgot to tell you about it after, but he really seemed worried.”

“He could have just texted me.” You say, surprised. “Besides, maybe he’s just being nice.”

“If you say so.” Nellie shrugs and smirks at you, standing up and walking out of the room before you can even argue.

You flop back onto the bed, frustrated by your own feelings and the fact that you don’t know if Kurt feels the same. No matter how much Nellie argues, you know you won’t believe her. Like always, you’ll settle upon not acting on your thoughts and hope that Kurt will make a move.

[highfantasy-soul]

Is anyone else having issues with the Amazon Prime Video player? It just...doesn't register the ad at the beginning of the video so everything other than the episode itself is completely out of sync. The 'skip recap' and 'skip intro' buttons come on a full minute too early, when there are alternative language subtitles they show up a minute too early (which SUCKED for the WoT finale when the cold open was in the Old Tongue and I had no idea who was saying what, and had to try to remember the dialogue that was coming up over the recap and try to match it to the scene that didn't start for a bit, just hoping I got who was saying what lines right not to mention that in the middle of the episode, I get a subtitle talking about 'you said you saw and Ogier here' and that dialogue went with the NEXT scene, not the scene we were still watching) AND the end of episodes are extremely frustrating because the interface thinks the episode is already over when it's not, so it shows the 'next up' suggestion with NO FUCKING WAY TO HIDE IT!!!! When you're watching a 'free with ads' show and there's a next episode ready, it tries to quickly skip to the next episode when there's like a full five minutes left of the episode due to it ignoring the ad breaks!! And as there's no 'previous episode' button, you have to go fully out of the player, try to get into the show page without it just starting another episode, and replay the end.

Like, how does one fix that and could Amazon get it together because it kind of ruins the climactic ending of episodes and all the reveals/set ups when you're frantically trying to stop the next episode auto playing or you're staring at a super bright 'My Spy' ad in the corner of a super dark and intense scene for about two minutes.

[sungschan]

[STATION 3] TAEYONG 태용 ❛Long Flight❜ 비하인더스테이션

[forcefulkitten]

here to stay

[uvogin x fem! reader]

summary: a man who partook in the slayings that claimed the lives of innocent people broke into your house in the dead of the night with the intention of residing there.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, mentions of death and torture, blood and injury, dubious-consensual sex, overstimulation

word count: 2,678

Faint noises of movement coming from downstairs in the living room woke you from your slumber. You rubbed the sleep out your eyes, squinting at the cable box to read the time. 2:17 A.M. ‘It’s just Mittens,’ you thought to yourself while scooting out of bed, clad in only panties and a t-shirt. That crazy cat of yours was always up to no good during weird hours. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep if you didn’t make sure.

Light from the living room television downstairs could be seen illuminating the area from the top of the steps where you stood. Panic finally set in when you heard the refrigerator door slam, followed by heavy steps that halted soon after. ‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’ Whoever was inside your house decided to watch the news and enjoy your beer. They cracked open a can and gulped the liquid down, burping loudly, the sound of aluminum rattling against the floor when they tossed it aside. 

Emergency services were dialed on your phone, ready to call at any moment. The smartest thing to do would be calling for help instantly but fear clouded rational decision making. You were careful while tip-toeing down the steps, poking your head out when you reached the bottom. Mittens was seated on the lap of a burly man dressed in a white tank top with what appeared to be bearskin lined shorts and boots.

“You’re real brave demandin’ pets from me,” the intruder taunted. His voice was husky, comparable to his appearance. 

Surely this was a dream. You hoped you weren’t witnessing a stranger caressing Mittens while sitting on your couch. Blinking twice did nothing to change the scenario playing in front of your eyes. You counted to three before revealing yourself. 1… 2.. 3.

The grizzly man didn’t even flinch when he noticed you standing a few feet away from him. Your body was trembling, one hand gripping your phone tight with a finger hovering over the call button to alert the authorities.

“Hey! You need to leave my house now. I— I’m calling the police,” you shuddered, stumbling over your words in a small panicky voice.

He stood to his full height, a crazed smile blooming on his face that showcased large, pearly white teeth. You subconsciously stepped backwards as he walked towards you until you hit the wall. He reached for your cell phone, snatching it out of your hold with minimal effort.

“Quit complaining or I’ll shut you up permanently. Act like that little guy over there,” he expressed in a dry tone, pointing at Mittens who was licking his paw, completely unbothered. The giant man then snapped your phone in half between his thumb and index finger before dropping the pieces.

You didn’t know what was worse— him breaking into your home or the smug demeanor he displayed knowing you were no match for him. You felt paralyzed, every hair on your body standing tall in fear. With your mind racing a million miles per minute, your ears cancelled the voices of the news anchor in the background until the same message from earlier replayed.

‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’

The television displayed the face of the man standing in front of you. You crouched down, arms wrapped around your knees as you stared wide eyed at the floor. 

The man generously granted you a few seconds before dragging you across the floor by your wrist towards the sofa, springs creaking when his full weight shifted onto it. He tugged your wrist upwards, instructing you to sit on his lap by patting his thigh with his opposite hand.

“Easy now, there’s no use in fighting,” he taunted with a raised brow. 

The feeling of utter defeat washed over you as you sat on his oversized lap, facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was a gruff guy but definitely not an eyesore.

“Name’s Uvogin. What about you, little lady?”

Calloused finger pads traced circles in your back while he waited patiently for your response. He sighed, accepting you weren’t going to answer, “Whatever. You’ll tell me eventually.” 

The wall clock read 3:48 A.M.

An entire hour and a half had passed since you were woken up. Even though the man, now known as Uvogin, was warm and encompassing, that didn’t allow you to melt into his hold immediately. You simply existed, taking up room on his lap next to Mittens who was sleeping on his shoulder. Thankfully, it seemed there was no rush from him to make you speak or return unwilling affection. He scrolled through the television channels, settling on a late night sitcom that made him stifle his laughter to prevent Mittens from waking up. How cute, an intruder being considerate of your overly trusting cat. 

The discomfort and fear eventually took a backseat, letting fatigue consume you. Maybe it was Uvogin’s ragged breathing as he was in and out of a nap, or how he smirked at you with low lidded eyes. You were unsure of what made you think it was okay to lean your head against his free shoulder. Both Uvogin and Mittens were resting so you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do the same.

A rocking motion stirred you out your sleep, the feeling of something thick grinding against your clothed cunt languidly. You barely opened your eyes when you registered exactly what was happening. Uvogin’s hands were gripping your ass, rocking your hips against his shaft. He groaned in approval and although he wasn’t buried inside of you, the friction was enough to work him up. Based on the slick, warm feeling of wet fabric clinging to your folds— you’d definitely soaked through your panties. Every ridge of his cock teased your clit precisely enough that it was clear he had released himself from his pants during some point of your slumber. The body has two reactions when you’re in the presence of something terrifying. Fight or flight. You’d come to the realization that breaking out of this man’s hold would be impossible without a fight but still, your attacks would be powerless in comparison so that wasn’t really an option either.

You stirred gently in his grasp to indicate that you had woken up. Without hesitation Uvogin leaned in for a kiss, his lips instantly overtaking yours. Less than a minute after, his tongue pried it’s way into your mouth and yours became sore from trying to keep up with his strong, overpowering pace. After a few minutes, Uvogin thought you were separating from the kiss for air. It made sense in his mind so he was completely taken off guard when you leaned your head backwards and head-butted him in his mouth. He was left with bloodied lips and much to your dismay, his grip on you didn’t let up in the slightest. The man smiled wickedly, showcasing blood-stained teeth.

“A fighter huh? Just my type!”

Uvogin turned the television off before kicking off his boots and heading upstairs with you settled around his waist, your hands clawing at his chest and occasionally slapping him across the face. Once in your bedroom, he tossed you onto your bed and proceeded to close the window, every step he took shaking the foundation of your house. The nearest object to you was a candle on your nightstand. You threw it, aiming for his head but he caught it mid air, setting it beside the windowsill. He began completely ridding himself of his pants, revealing his entire length that was colossal in size. You weren’t an idiot, it was clear where things were headed when the bed shifted underneath his weight.

“That little stunt you pulled will cost you. It’s still going to hurt anyway, that’s how it is with a guy like me.”

The night moon casted a shadow that made him resemble a monster; his teeth shining as he loomed over you. He was grinning from ear to ear like a predator who finally captured their prey. You were reminded again that up close, the man wasn’t as uneasy to look at… aside from the busted lip, courtesy of you. Hazel eyes. Pointed nose. Chiseled jaw. It was a shame you only met him through these circumstances.

The obvious comprehension you were outmatched in all sense of the word coaxed you to lift your hips as he peeled your panties off, tossing them aside afterwards.

“Deep breath, alright?”

He waited patiently for you to inhale deeply before pushing a single finger inside your cunt. The stretch was far more than you’d felt by your own fingers and even those of other partners. Bunching the sheets up into your fists, you tried ignoring the sting between your legs while he worked you open but your whines slipped out into the once tensely quiet room.

Uvogin attentively watched you for any sign of excruciating pain, knowing he had to take things slowly with you because of his size. However, having a woman panting heavily while clenching around him really tested the little patience he had. By the time he added a second finger inside, circular white flashes of arousal shrouded your vision. You arched your back because of the pleasure, wordlessly appreciating his dexterity while he drilled into you until he was knuckle deep, watching you mewl and grip his forearm as you came quicker than ever before.

He pulled out of you and examined his slick covered fingers before stroking his aching cock languidly. The need to take you right then and there was at an all time high; in his mind there wasn’t a single point in waiting longer. You took him by surprise when you took your shirt off and spread your legs wider for him, positioning your knees by your shoulders and reaching out for him to fill the space between you two.

Acting hastily was your biggest regret. He lined himself up with your slick heat, pressing his bulbous head against your entrance that wasn’t inviting to his size. How he was going to fit inside you was a mystery that would soon be uncovered. Uvogin gritted his teeth and sunk his erection into you inch by agonizing inch, hissing at how tight you were. Your heart was beating so heavily the vibrations drummed against your ears, drowning out the sound of him muttering what you could only predict was concern. His thrusts were short and powerful; the main goal being to bury himself inside you at a humane pace. You hiccuped in a sweaty daze until he was fully sheathed in your plush walls, stroking your cheek as a meek attempt of comforting you.

The position you were in had to be one of the least forgiving of them all. Majority of Uvogin’s weight snapped against the underneath of your thighs, knocking the air out your lungs from the driving force behind his ministrations. That’s not to say he didn’t feel slightly guilty since you and Mittens had been more obedient than expected but right now, this was about his pleasure so he blissfully ignored the look of exhaustion across your fucked out face. It didn’t help there was little for you to ground yourself with, making you reach out for him. When he leaned forward with hands on either side of your head, his body forced yours deeper into the mattress. The scent radiating off him was a blend of musk and blood. Disgusting, really, considering he hadn’t even washed off after committing crimes, your home most likely the location he immediately retreated to afterwards. Regardless, the monstrous cock your walls struggled to adjust around pushed the feeling of revulsion out of mind.

Uvogin continued to stuff your tight heat to its expanse at an unyielding pace, pressure finally breaking the tight coil that was inescapable. He formed a grin as he watched your body submit to him. His thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, your orgasm quickly transitioning from pleasant to overstimulating in a matter of seconds. Throaty grunts escaped him as his end came right after yours, his length pulsing in your walls; coating your womb with the lust he held back while on business. A few more slow strokes and he then pulled out of you, his throbbing member twitching while it rested against your stomach, leaking remnant strings of cum against your soft skin. You both made out vehemently, hands firmly gripping one another while you came down from your high, only separating from the kiss after you were completely out of breath. 

You excused yourself from the bedroom to clean yourself up, cranking the shower on to wash off and mull over the events that took place. Uvogin didn’t barge in as you expected, which gave you plenty of time to gather your thoughts before the water ran cold. The house was too quiet when you stepped out of the bathroom… ‘Maybe he fell asleep,’ you guessed.

A wave of disappointment ran through you when you realized he was no longer in your house. Evidentially based on your bedroom window that was wide open, it was clear he must’ve exited through there. It was 5:14 A.M, the sun hadn’t come up yet and your encounter with him went by faster than you imagined it would. You should’ve felt relieved and safe knowing he was gone but you slammed the window shut with enough force to prove that you were bothered by his unannounced exit. There was no time to ponder on his whereabouts when you were exhausted yourself. Mittens settled next to you as you got into bed, the two of you falling sound asleep within minutes. 

The sound of a loud thump against the floor woke you yet again, a repeated offense you were tired of. Mittens peeked his head up curiously. The sun was up, shining across Uvogin who closed the window behind himself, holding a black plastic bag in his hand and a case of beer on his shoulder. You sat up, blinking repeatedly. “W— what the fuck? Why are you here… again?”

Uvogin responded blatantly in a volume too loud for the early hour, “I went to steal the essentials since I’ll be livin’ here. Beer for me, food for the cat and ice cream for the lady!” He tossed the plastic bag onto your bed before placing the case of beer on the floor. You emptied the contents of the bag, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he sat down. “Didn’t know which flavors you liked so I got them all.”

You stacked the cans of food for Mittens, impressed that Uvogin managed to pick out the exact brand you normally buy. He probably spotted them in your cupboard when he initially broke in or he just had an eye for grabbing the most expensive option on the shelf. The curious cat stepped closer to examine the tower, sniffing it before knocking it over with a firm nudge of his head. Uvogin laughed boisterously, scratching underneath Mittens chin; instantly winning the cats heart and therefore yours too. You sorted through the pints of ice cream he picked and all the flavors were options you enjoyed. Smiling to yourself, you leaned forward and kissed his forehead before ushering the items back into the bag for you to put away downstairs. Uvogin yawned, getting up to take his boots off before pulling the blanket back to finally get some rest. Your voice stopped him before he got under the covers, “The name is Y/N. If you’re staying, go shower first big guy.” You offered in a tone accepting of him calling your place home.