#Thought I uploaded this earlier but I couldn't find it so

[thementallyillapollochild]

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

When we're high by LP but you're in an opium den in france at the end of the 19th century

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[kdollikesthighs]

The Real Encore

Itzy Yuna x Male reader THIS IS A REUPLOAD! Maybe you've seen this work before, maybe you haven't. It used to be uploaded on a blog called K-DGN, run by two people. That blog got destroyed, and now I run this blog by myself, posting only 100% original kdol fanfic content. Word Count: 7.1k

Following the show, you sat back in your seat in a daze, dumbfounded that you had finally gotten a chance to see your favorite group Itzy live in concert. They were everything you'd hoped they'd be and more. Nothing online could have prepared you for what it would be like finally laying your eyes on them in person. Months of preparation getting right physically paid off in dividends too, as multiple members came by your side of the stage to give you all the fanservice you could have ever wanted. You believed you must have been the luckiest guy in the building as it happened more than once. Each and every member came by to dance specifically for you, and you ate it all up. It was all surreal, and you could not imagine a more perfect night. 

As the audience continued to file out of the arena, you snapped out of your daze and started gathering your things to leave. You were about to leave when a staff member from the show got your attention from across the barricade and called you over. You were a little confused because you thought that maybe you had done something wrong, but that confusion was quickly washed away when they told you that your ticket had won a "special raffle", and that you were selected to come participate in a meet & greet with the group backstage. You were ecstatic, but told to keep your cool as the staff member did not want to draw the attention of the unluckier fans and cause a scene. They guided you around to the side of the stage and took you back through a hallway leading to the backstage area. You were brought to a room where a staff member took your belongings for safe keeping while another gave you some quick paperwork to sign. You were so excited at the prospect of meeting the members that you didn't even read most of it. Once everything was set, you were told to wait for a bit until they would take you to another room to meet the girls.

They sat you down in a long hallway backstage, on a row of foldable chairs seated against a wall. The rumble of JYP and Venue staff rushing through everything, packing up the show and making sure they get done as soon as possible to be able  to head down was dizzying. There were a total of 4 chairs lined up, including yours, but so far you were the only one sitting in one. Staff kept rushing back and forth as 5 minutes of waiting turned to 10 minutes turned to 15 minutes. You wondered if it was going to take much longer, and decided to ask one of the next staff members you saw.

"Excuse me" You addressed them. "When will the special raffle event start? Are there other winners we're still waiting on?" You asked, in your politest voice, but they just looked at you confused.

"Special raffle? What special raffle?" They replied, as if asking what the fuck you were talking about. "Are you allowed to be back here?" They continued, putting you on the spot. You tried to explain that one of the staff members told you to wait here, but you had nothing to show for it.

"They're fine, I told them to wait here!" The staff member from earlier came in just in time to save your skin, with another guy you could only assume to be another concert goer going off of their outfit in tow. The staff member you asked for clarification gave you a suspicious look, but backed off, going back to their urgent tasks.

"Sorry about that." The first staff member said. "Not everyone is made aware of all events. I hope the wait wasn't too unbearable, we still had to find our other winner. But we are ready to start now!" They explained that, considering the nature of the special event raffle, it was sometimes a little harder to get all the winners in the same place. You couldn't help but notice the discrepancy in between the amount of chairs, and the amount of winners, but maybe it just meant some winners already left and lost out on their luck. Or maybe something entirely else you were yet to find out.

The two of you were then ushered further down the hall, ultimately ending at a pair of doors. These rooms were a lot more secluded, a far cry from the chaotic mess that was the staff hurriedly packing up the show back where you were previously. You and your fellow raffle winner both exchanged pleasantries as you awaited for further instructions.

"Here we are. Please wait just one more second while I check to see if they're ready to see you" the staff member explained and then turned around to knock on the door and peek their head in. They asked something in Korean, to which you could hear the female voice responding. Satisfied, the staff member then turned back to the two of you. "Okay! Now sir, if you'd please," they instructed as they opened the door and gestured the other guy to come forward. You were about to follow suit but the staff member raised a hand to stop you in place. "Just him, please. You will be meeting someone else. You made and "O" face and nodded you head. You and the other winner exchanged nervous glances before you raised a fist of encouragement. He reciprocated the gesture then turned back to the door, taking a deep breath and walking in. 

As he rounded the bend, the staff member closed the door behind him, leaving you alone and now more nervous than ever. The staff member gave you a quick smile then headed to the other door, repeating the same actions he had done with the previous room's occupant. He then turned back to you, leaving the door slightly ajar for you to enter.

"Okay, she's ready for you. Please go in when you're ready." he instructed before stepping aside. Your eyes darted between him and the door. He gave you a nod and this time it was your turn to take a moment to collect yourself. You steeled yourself before mustering enough courage to take the step through the door. You walked a bit further into the room, hearing the sound of the door closing behind you. No turning back now, you thought to yourself. As you rounded the corner, you almost froze in place. In the center of the room was a couch facing away from you, and seated right in the middle of it was a girl with bright red hair, looking down at what presumably was her phone. You thought that maybe she hadn't heard you come in because she hadn't turned to greet you, so you decided to try and get her attention. 

"Ahem...Yuna...?"

The girl's head instantly perked up and she whipped her head around to face you. It was almost like a scene from a hair product commercial the way her bright red colored locks flared out before perfectly settling along her exposed shoulders. From what you could see since she was still seated, she was wearing a spaghetti strapped white tank top. She had a huge welcoming smile on her face, complimented by her beautiful eyes which were beaming with excitement. 

"Took you long enough! Come, sit with me!" she called out.

You couldn't help but notice two things when taking in the room. The first was the faint humming of some music playing at a low volume on a speaker, posited on a table in front of the couch. You weren't sure what song it was, but you could tell it was by Blackpink. The other thing was a faint smell, attacking your senses. It wasn't pungent, but if you focused on it, it was present. It wasn't anything like any smell of any perfume you'd ever smelled before. It had no traces of floral scents or any of the like, but instead had this deep sweetness to it. It was intoxicating, and you couldn't help yourself from drifting towards it.

The shock of being in a room alone with Yuna and her addressing you so directly almost caused you to dissociate long enough to get on the nerves of Yuna who just asked you a question. It wasn't your attention to ignore her, you just needed something to focus on and ground yourself with.

"Hello?" Called out again, snapping you out of your drifting gaze. You looked right at her again, and walked around the couch, staring at you the entire time before taking your seat next to her. She was still wearing her pink skirt from the encore, matched with her black boots. All she changed out of was her top.

"Hi!" She spoke to you, very high pitched and seemingly very excited to have your attention. Even after such an exhausting show, her fanservice was out of this world.

"H-Hi..." You mumbled out through your nervousness. You hadn't ever even been close to itzy before this show, let alone win a fancall or anything of the like. Not for lack of trying, mind you. "I'm your biggest fan!" You managed to push, almost as if yelling.

"I'm glad to hear that!" She replied, equally as full of gusto as you did. She didn't skip a beat however, and her smile pierced through your body before she placed her right hand on your left thigh, the one closest to her, before continuing. "What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, stunning you further.

"Y/N." You answered, the first sentence uttered without stuttering or an added ehm since stepping into the room. "Hmmmm, Y/N huh? That's a pretty name. You know my name too, right?" She asked, dragging her words out in a playful tone, her eyes intently staring at your face as she asked you.

You weren't really sure if this was a trick question. Who would end up going to this concert without knowing her name at least? You shook off your doubts, certain she was just giving you an easy question which she could use to give more fanservice as a response. "Yeah, Yuna..." You answered, tilting your head forwards as you answered her simple question, still unable to really feel comfortable with her hand on your thigh.

The instant her name left your mouth, her face rapidly came closer to yours, she closed her eyes, and planted her lips on yours. You were in complete shock, your eyes jolted open before slowly closing, oozing into the sudden kiss by Yuna. You felt her hand squeeze your thigh a little, before she pulled away, a small string of a mix of your and her spit trailing in between both of yours underlips.

"Hmmm, your lips taste nice when you say my name, Y/N." She divulged, wiping the spit off of her lip, before looking back at you, hungry eyes, studying how you were going to react. She took this chance to reposition herself, tucking her legs underneath her and sitting on her knees facing you. You couldn't help but stare, mute in shock at what was happening. You couldn't help but notice her short skirt wasn't fit to keep herself covered in her current position facing you, and your eyes drifted downwards, but all you could see were the same pink hue of her safety shorts. This action didn't go unnoticed, as Yuna's smile turned into a smirk, busting your perverted action.

She licked her lips, as her eyes grew smaller and focused. "Don't think I didn't see that, Y/N." She berated you in a sultry, teasing tone.

"I'm sorry!" You blurted out, afraid you might have pissed the younger girl off and was about to get thrown out for it.

"No, don't be!" She responded, once more putting her right hand on you, this time on top of your left hand, which was clinging onto your pants above your left thigh. Her touch tensed you up even further, before eventually giving into the feeling of her soft hand touching yours, causing your muscles to relax. You looked at her face, no trace of anger to see, her gaze fixated on you. Your eyes meeting caused her smile to grow wider, which instinctively caused you to smile as well before Yuna continued. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" She said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, a cute smile on her perfect face. Your hand tightened up again.

"I'm sorry?!" You exclaimed again, unable to believe you heard what she said correctly. Is this a dream? You weren't even sure anymore, and pinched yourself, but the pain was certainly real.

"Didn't you read the contract you signed? It's a non-disclosure agreement you know. You can't talk about what happens here today, what do you think that means?" She retorted, asking you with her head tilted, and her brows gathered between her eyes, almost as if asking if you were smart enough to read.

"I skimmed it?" You replied, grimacing at admitting your own incompetence. You could see Yuna's face cringe a little bit at your answer, which caused you to further explain yourself. "I was just so excited to be here, I'd sign anything for it!"

"So you're the hot but impulsive type huh? You're lucky I think that's cute." Yuna sighed, her eyes had drifted downwards, introspectively, before taking another look at you, this time, a smile but with the faintest hint of her pitying you mixed in. Her high-pitch and tension picked up once more. "Well? What's it going to be? Wanna show me yours?" She asked. No mistaking it now. Yuna just asked to see your cock, and you couldn't help but grow rock hard just from the thought of it. Your bulge had started to show through your pants, and Yuna noticed, honing in like a predator on its prey.

"Right, yes. Yes! I'll show you." You replied, not really finding the right words, but enough words to convey the essence of your message. You started unbuckling your belt, and slowly taking off of your pants, dropping it to your ankles, leaving your underwear on. Your bulge was clearly standing upright in your pants now, and you looked at Yuna once more to make sure you weren't misunderstanding.

"Aww, don't go teasing me now, Y/N!" She replied to the inquiry made by your eyes. Your confidence surged, and you started pushing your underwear down, the rim of it clinging against the tip of your rock hard dick before snapping off, revealing the full length of your cock. You were clean shaven down there as well, as you in your delusion like almost any concert-goer, had to be prepared for the impossible. You read somewhere that the lack of a bush makes a cock look bigger, and you wanted to look like you were at peak performance.

"Now that looks delicious." She licked her lips once more, her eyes focused on your stiff cock. "You pass this round, I don't like men with small cocks." She giggled to herself, retaining her smile towards you, as if proud of her compliment.

"Mind if I...?" Yuna asked you, without finishing her sentence, but you responded having a pretty good idea of what she was going to ask. "Please do." You responded, strangely more calm then you were at any given point since setting foot inside this room. Yuna's hand glided over to your cock, and her soft hand wrapped around the base of your cock, grasping it lightly. Her hand was barely gripping at all, a soft touch wrapped around you, before she started to twist and turn her hand up and down slightly. You couldn't help but moan at her touch, before she released your cock, taking her hands back to her side.

"So, you want to see mine now? It's only fair, right?" She asked you, her head tilted slightly downwards, causing her eyes to have to look up at you sitting straight across from you. You gulped your spit down and nodded your head yes. "Alright, but I'll sweeten the deal. I'll even let you touch it if you do a couple of things for me first."

You didn't have to think even a millisecond about it before responding. "I'll do it!" You almost screamed. Yuna chuckled out loud from this, causing her to respond in kind. "You really are impulsive! Very well. The first thing I want you to do is this:" She explained, as she turned around, grabbed her phone behind her on the couch, and unlocked it with her finger before turning on the camera app and extending it towards you. You tilted your head, looking a little confused. She giggled at your failure to understand. "I want you to take a picture of me with your dick in my mouth! Lia isn't here, but she loves updates on us having fun!" She explained. Your eyes widened. Of all the things, this was not what you expected. Wow, this girl is a fucking freak, You thought to yourself, but you were definitely not opposed to it. Your hesitation caused Yuna to speak up again.

"You already said you'd do it, no backing it out now!" She exclaimed, and as if that alone wasn't enough to snap you out of your gaze, she launched herself forward, taking the tip of your dick in her mouth, and looking towards your face, holding her head still there and her eyes clearly smiling. You tilted your head backwards, facing the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations she was bombarding you with, before Yuna pinched your thigh hard, making you aware of your part of the transaction. Her eyes had turned into a scowl towards you. You snapped back, took her phone, pointed it at her face, to which her visage once more bore a big eye-central smile, posing for the camera. You clicked the photo button a couple of times, before Yuna released your cock from her mouth with a big pop.

"Let's see!" She giddily said, as she took her phone back which you gladly extended back to her. "These will do! Thank you, Y/N." she continued.

"You're welcome." You meekly responded, undeniably a little sad your cock was no longer placed in between her lips. "You said there were a couple of things. What else do you need from me?" You inquired, showing you didn't forget and were not impulsive and stupid, just impulsive.

"I haven't been able to shower today, and I don't want to leave you alone like this right now." She replied, looking at you with giant doe eyes, her lip pouting. 

"Okay?" You asked back, not really sure what she was getting at. She smirked at you, then lifted both her hands above her head, exposing her cleanly shaved armpits to you.

"Can't you please clean me up, Y/N?" She asked of you, an irresistible charm in her pleading voice. She wasn't saying it outright, but you believe you knew what she wanted. Or rather even if you were wrong, if she wasn't going to be clear you were going to take your chance to do what you wanted to do.

You brought your head closer to her, inching towards her armpit, as one question from earlier started forming an answer. This deep, slightly sweet smell you found earlier was coming from Yuna. Now inching closer to her, she seemed to still be glistening a bit from fresh sweat still on her. The smell was intoxicating, and you looked at her face before continuing any further, and she had a big smile on her face, urging you to go on.

You extended your tongue outward, touching her armpit, causing her to stifle a small moan, before licking up her sweat. You had never done this before, but you were hooked. The taste was sweet, slightly salty, and her skin tasted refined. One lick turned into two, turned into 4, turned into 10, before moving onto her other armpit, licking that one equally clean as the other, motivating Yuna's moans, until you were certain you hadn't missed a single spot.

"Thank you, Y/N, I feel a lot better now." She admired your willingness. You licked your lips, your eyes now fiercely intent on hers, before you made your first unprompted comment of the night.

"You are fucking delicious, Yuna." You told her, admiring her taste, letting her know you probably enjoyed what you just did more than her. She blushed a little from this, before snapping out of it, and regaining her bubbly, refined aura.

"Well, a deal is a deal!" She giggled at you, her head at 45 degrees, her eyes closed in two half moons and her mouth a big smile. She started pushing off her skirt, attached to her safety shorts, revealing another shocking truth about her. She was wearing no underwear, and she now sat on her knees across from you, legs slightly pushed open as if to lure you in, her clean shaven pussy exposed for you to see.

Your cock throbbed, the sight of such a perfect and pink pussy begging to be devoured by you was almost too much to bear. Your cock grew just that tiny bit more, pulsing, looking ready to burst.

"Oh, you were holding out on me? No fair, Y/N!" Yuna exclaimed, posing one hand over her mouth and using the other to playfully tap you on your shoulder with her other hand.

"I can't help it! Seeing such a delicious pussy, anyone would want to dive right in." You fired back, finding yourself in this erotic groove, growing in confidence. Yuna giggled in response to your admiration. She looked back at you, her eyes ready to devour you, before speaking up again.

"I haven't..." she said, in a soft, whispering voice, having that high-pitched pleading cadence to it. Her eyes started looking down at her own knees, avoiding your eyes. Her knees started to part more ever so slightly, exposing more of her privates. "Been able to clean her either." She finished her sentence before looking back up at you with her head tilted downwards, almost as if begging for you. "Could you please clean me up here as well, Y/N?" She requested of you, her cute charm overwhelming all your senses. She bit her lip at you, sending you over the edge.

You smirked, one corner of your lips arching upwards, before getting up from the couch. You stood in front of her, your cock pointing towards her at her chest level, and before you even had the chance to lower yourself towards her, the girl had leaned forwards, her tongue licking the tip of your dick. Her tongue curled upwards and inwards into her mouth. She proceeded to look up at you, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out with a loud "aaaaaah", showing the strings of pre-cum she had licked up which had been dripping out of your cock because of her provocations.

"You'll have to be clean too for what we do next, Y/N!" She exclaimed proudly, gulping down your liquid while you grew a devious smile. Yuna give your dick a quick peck before telling you "You can continue now, Y/N." You quickly got lost in the thought of grabbing her hair in two pigtails and fucking her face,  but you knew better than to throw away your chances at whatever could happen next here for such a risky play. You lowered yourself onto your knees, placing your hands underneath both of her thighs, and lifting the girl's underside up as to get both her legs off of the couch, and hanging off the edge, as to position yourself in between them. You pulled them apart, giving yourself a clear view of her entrance, causing her to coo at your assertiveness, and pushing her own hips forward for you.

You brought your face ever closer to her pussy, inching towards her. She was wet down there, but not drenched. You picked up another spark of her scent, the same tinge of sweetness but mixed in with a more organic, earthy smell. It was even more intoxicating than the smell of her sweat. You opened your mouth, close to her labia and breathed out onto her, your warm breath causing her to shudder in anticipation. You still felt the sensation of her kiss on your dick, and decided to return the favor. You purse your lips, planting a kiss over top of her clit. Yuna's soft vocalization of a satisfied "hmmmm" let you know you were on the right track, starting slow, and warming up over time.

You stopped the kiss, looked up at Yuna's face, who was staring back at you intensely, her eyes pleading for you to continue. No more words needed to be said, and smirked, reaching your tongue out, flicking it upwards over her clit. Yuna's legs twitched, her eyes jolted shut and her knees buckled around your head, tightening her thighs around your skull. You flicked your tongue again, and now having warmed Yuna up were mostly just rewarded with moans. You picked up your pace, and swapped your flicks from horizontal, to vertical, to letters. Her hands found her way to your hair, and grasped firmly around strands she managed to find, holding on tight to you. 

Yuna's breathing had grown labored, but she still managed to push some words out. "Don't you DARE... fucking stop...!" She moaned out, and you didn't dare defy her command. Your hands grasped her thighs where they could, squeezing tight, as you unleash your final assault. You pursed but your lips around her clit, sucking on it, getting it into your mouth and nibbling on it ever so softly with your teeth. This mixture of pleasure and pain seemed to send Yuna over the edge, as her back arched away from the couch, and her feet lifted up from the floor, her moans rising in pitch as you felt her entire body convulse.

You'd forgotten to breathe for the final part of that, and pulled your head back, gasping for big breaths of air. Yuna slowly opened her eyes, un-arching her back and leaning forwards. Her both hands cupped both sides of your face, squishing your cheeks as she leaned ever closer, licking her lips on her way to you. She kissed you another time on your lips, her lips firmly pressed against yours, before you felt her tongue entering your mouth. You pressed your tongue slightly against hers, wrapping around hers, coiling and twisting in wet ecstasy. Yuna pulled away from the kiss, and stared down at you with a big smile, but her eyes turned totally vixen.

"Hmmm, your lips taste nice when you've made me cum, Y/N." Yuna spoke seductively. You couldn't help but be overwhelmed with desire for this night to never end.

"Your lips taste nice when you're cumming, Yuna." You retorted, turning her own script on her. She giggled, before regaining her posture. She held out both her hands palm upwards, inviting your hands onto hers. You followed her guidance and placed your hands in hers, and she took firm grasp helping you stand up. She crossed her legs in front of you, denying further access to her. She pointed over to a chair with a bag sitting on it.

"Could you go and grab a condom from there, please?" She requested of you. Your mind raced. She hadn't needed a condom before when touching your dick with her hand or mouth. This had to meant you two were going to fuck, right?  Your excitement causes you to do as told without any questioning, turning your back on her and moving towards the bag. It was filled with Yuna's personal items, but you didn't take long to find a condom. You pulled one out, turning around to move towards Yuna again. This time, she surprised you once more, having removed her top, sitting on the couch waiting for you fully nude, her legs crossed and arms spread, leaning on the head of the couch beside her, exposing her pink nipples for you to admire.

Your mouth fell agape, admiring her every curve, curves that had been the subject of tons of speculation they were fake. If you had your phone with you know, you'd have saved the evidence they were all wrong in a heartbeat. You failed to comment anything on her appearance, being dumbfounded by her beauty, which caused her to raise one eyebrow at you, prodding you for a response. Your lack of vocal response causes Yuna to stand upright, her legs crossing over each other, causing her hips to sway, as she walks over towards you. Both her hands reach for your hips as she gets closer, grasping the edges of your shirt, the last piece of clothing you were wearing, and giving it a soft pull upwards. You got the hint, and lifted your arms up, allowing Yuna to take your shirt off, throwing it to the side.

"So what, you're not going to tell me how pretty I am?" Yuna teased you, shaking her head from side to side.  You snapped back to reality, and quickly thought of the best thing to say to remedy this situation.

"You have to be one of the most beautiful women to roam this earth." You spouted out in a panic, causing Yuna to have to hold back her laugh in response to your compliment. Yuna looked at you, and you weren't sure if it was lovingly or pitifully, but it was only for you, and that's all you seemed to care about.

"That's certainly a unique compliment. Calm down, babe. You're doing great, I'm not going to just randomly kick you out." Yuna reassured you, taking the condom out of your hands, placing her teeth on the edge of a corner of the wrapping, tearing it off, pulling it out and figuring out which way was inside out. You couldn't help but have your entire being flutter from her calling you babe, and her reassurance did wonders for you to relax.

"Thank you. You won't regret picking me." You responded, your eyes meeting hers filled with conviction, showing Yuna her words had worked. She smirked at your newfound confidence, handed you the condom, gave you a smile and posed you with a question. "So, how do you want to fuck me?" You accepted the condom, started wrapping it over your dick and gave some thought to her question.

"Hmmmm." You consciously vocalized out loud, making sure Yuna knew you were considering your options, and were not just too stunned to speak. You looked around the room, and couldn't help but focus your attention on the giant make-up mirror against the wall of the room, drawing your attention before being gifted with an idea. In one smooth motion, you picked Yuna up, carrying her bridal style over towards the make-up mirror. Your sudden heroics caused the unexpecting girl to yelp out in surprise, shocked at the sudden shift or impact her words had seemed to have in unlocking your boldness. She quickly held on tight however, enjoying your display of strength.

You planted your right arm firmly under her knees, freeing your hand and using it to toss the chair in front of the mirror to the side, freeing up all of the space in front of it. Yuna licked her lips at the performance you were putting on, and as soon as you put her down facing you in front of the mirror, she decided that this time it was her turn to hold you tight instead of you holding her tight. Her hand had found her way over to your cock, wrapping tightly around it, slowly stroking it back and forth while looking you into your eyes. Her head nodded in the same rhythm as her hand stroked you, causing your breathing to become louder. You weren't about to stop this momentum with a light handjob, and put your both hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face the mirror.

"I'm going to show you just how pretty you look when I'm fucking your brains out, babygirl." You shot back, taking the initiative on the teasing. Yuna's eyes were big, surprised from you spinning her around, and you could see them clearly in the reflection of the mirror. Upon hearing your provocation, she smirked back at you, as if to challenge you. Her eyes were clearly expecting great things from you, but her mouth made it even clearer, asking you to "make me fucking scream." She places her arms onto the counter of the makeup table in front of the mirror, stabilizing herself, arching her back for you as if she knew what to expect.

Your hands planted themselves firmly onto her wide hips, grasping her tightly with your fingers digging into her skin. You pulled her ass a little closer to you, causing her to arch her back further towards you, to which she playfully accepted and wiggled her hips at you, as if to invite you in. You placed your gift-wrapped cock against her mound, sliding it slowly up and down her entrance. You were teasing her, waiting for her to grow impatient for your moment to strike. Her smirk eventually turned into a frown, waiting for you to put yourself inside of her.

"Stop teasing me, Y/N. Start fu-" she had started to say, intending to finish her sentence with "cking me!". Unfortunately for her, you felt like the perfect time to strike would be right as she started saying fuck, causing her voice to grow louder, and scream out further with "UUUUUUUUUUUUUCK". You slammed your hips against her ass with full force, jamming the entire length and girth of your cock into her petite, drenched with anticipation, pristine pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head, feeling the warmth of your cock pulse inside of her, and you weren't about to let up. Her moans were varying in pitch, her breathing unable to keep up with her voice, as you pulled your cock back until only the tip remained, instantly slamming back into her wet cunt.

"Ugh, ungghh nghhh, FUCK." Yuna kept moaning, unable to lower her voice, and you began to wonder whether or not she'd be heard outside of this room. She was beginning to hunch forward, unable to support herself through your rough slamming of her thin body, so you decided to take a chance and lend her a hand. You moved your left hand from her hips over to her stomach, pulling it closer to you, and your right hand all the way up, around her neck. You put some light pressure on the sides of her neck, before gripping her towards you, and into your body. You placed your head right next to hers, pulling her upwards to you, her arms now too far away from the make-up table to reach, causing her eyes to open, looking surprised at what was happening. She looked into your eyes through the mirror, and you whispered into her ears.

"I promised you I would show you how pretty you looked, so look. I want you to see the goddess that I see when I'm fucking you." you growled in a low, whispering voice, commanding her to follow your lead. She purred, biting her underlip and nodding slowly at you, looking straight ahead as you released the tension on your elbow, continuing to hold your hand around her neck but supporting her arch as you resumed your pounding. You enjoyed the feeling of control you had over her body in this position, but you couldn't help but feel that a slight shift could give you even more access to her weak spots. Her arms were dangling behind her, grabbing onto whatever part of you she could hold on to, but you had better usage in mind for them. You moved your left hand from her stomach onto her left wrist, grabbing it firmly, and once holding tight, did the same with your right. You had stopped pounding for these few seconds to properly get everything in place, causing the girl to look at you through the mirror and ask you "What's wrong? Why did you stop, babe?"

Her calling you babe again ignited something deep inside of you, and you addressed her concern. "I'm going to start really fucking you now." You touted, like a stone-cold killer wanting to intimidate their target. Her eyes panicked, darting to meet yours.

"What do you mean, really fucking me? Hey, wait, what do you-" She tried to ask of you, her arms now bent back behind her as you pulled on them, before you cut her off, slamming your cock so hard inside of her she stumble forwards, her hips getting pressed against the high make-up table, forcing her to lower her stomach onto it, which pulled back into a beautiful curved arch. The tension you forced upon her pushed all the air out of her lungs as she heaved and moaned out of pleasure, still looking at your and her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue clearly showing, as the tip of her eyebrows pushed together into her forehead. She was trying to say something but having trouble pushing it out.

"Cu-... Cum! Fuck, cumming!" She yelled as loud as she could, and you felt her tight walls gripping your cock, making moving harder. Her hips moved upwards, as she was now standing on her toes, her legs trembling through your relentless siege of her womb, but you gave her no reprieve. You kept pounding, even picking up the pace when you felt her cum, like a man possessed by her sex-fueled body. You kept increasing the tension on her arms, pulling her back further and further.

"Nghhh, you're gonna... fucking... break my back! FUCK, ngghhh, don't! Don't stop OHHH" She moaned, her voice cracking as she begged you to continue. You hadn't cum yet, and you had no intention of stopping before you did. You were getting close and Yuna felt it. She used whatever force she had left in her body to push her hips into yours, grinding your cock up and down while you pounded deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, Yuna, I'm gonna cum for you!" You grunted out, moaning behind her, feeling your climax near. Her eyes elated, a slight smile formed, instantly pounded away into submission by your cock, before Yuna started pleading with you.

"Cum for me! Cum deep inside me please! PLEASE please please please-" She begged, a submissive little slut begging for your seed, which was just enough to send you over the edge. You didn't want to cum without her however, and decided to make one last play before reaching the finish line. You leaned forwards, playing on the knowledge you had gotten from what she liked earlier this evening, opening your mouth and protruding your tongue, licking her spine from as far down to the base you could move upwards. She started twitching upon feeling your spit on her back, soon followed by her legs twitching and her pussy tightening. If this wasn't enough to tell you your gamble was a success, her screaming "Yes!" sure was. Your cock pulsed, shooting load after load into the condom inside of her, her walls vibrating rhythmically, as you took in this sensation, almost unable to keep yourself standing during.

After you came, you pulled out of her and took a few steps back. Yuna was now standing on her toes, her entire upper body laying on the make-up table, and her head had turned to face you, but her eyes were momentarily closed. You took in the sight of the half-passed out, fucked silly girl, before dropping back into the couch, taking a seat and a much needed breather.

Yuna had heard you falling down onto the couch, causing her to open her eyes and look towards you. She picked herself up with whatever strength she had, stumbling towards you and falling down onto the couch next to you. She was laying on her stomach, her ass up, red from you crashing into her.

She tilted her head upwards and looked at you, satisfied with your performance and proud of herself for picking you out. Her feet were up in the air, kicking like a giddy schoolgirl, before forming a circle with her left thumb and index finger wrapping around the part of the condom dividing your tip and your cum. She squeezed tight, cutting off any flow, then pulled the condom off of your dick carefully so as not to leak a single drop of cum. She tied a knot at the bottom of the condom to make sure its contents were safe. You looked on as she did this, while her eyes focused on your groin, impressed with the fact that she still had any energy left.

"A souvenir to remind me of you." She murmured, loud enough for you to hear, before grabbing a Ziploc bag and pen that had been lying on the table all evening long, placing your condom inside and writing your name in it and zipping it closed.

"Thank you." You spoke up to her, still unable to believe any of this happened. "This was a once in a lifetime experience for me." You continued, grateful to have been given this chance. Yuna looked back up at you, her head ever so slightly tilted sideways, puzzled at your remark.

"Are you coming to any of our other shows?" She asked you in response, suddenly changing the topic.

"Ehm, actually, I'm coming to see you at your show in two days as well." You replied back ever so confused. You thought she must have felt burdened by your remark and just wanted to get this over with while still being polite.

She smirked the same devious smile you gave her when you pounded the life out of her, and in less than a second had thrown her entire mouth over your cock, her tongue wrapping around your shaft from tip to base, sucking and slurping hard, licking every inch before releasing you with a pop.

"You'll have to be clean for that show too." She taunted you, her voice daring, playful and bubbly all at the same time. "And I wouldn't be so sure about that ‘once in a lifetime’ part." She smiled seductively, her eyes wide open staring deep into your soul. "Your dick tastes nice after you've made me cum, after all."

[aamircoeur]

kissing, i hope they caught us ー Ken Sato.

wherein ken sato finds himself waiting for the calls of his fuck buddy.

SMUT, read at your own risk. one-shot. female reader, UNEDITED.

"same time, uh, tomorrow?" ken said from behind you. you slipped into your blouse and turned to him, who was currently topless and fastening his belt, his hair pointed in all directions.

"tomorrow? we just fucked, ken." you laughed light-heartedly. "i'm a busy woman."

kenji looked at you while he sat at the edge of his bed, rubbing his shoulder. "n-next week?" he offered.

you sighed and smiled at him. finishing the top button of your blouse, you walked towards him and grabbed your purse from his nightstand. "i'll call you." you said, kissing his cheek as goodbye.

ー

liar, kenji said to himself. it has been well over two weeks since your last interaction, and he has been anxious to meet you again, to feel you. to touch you, to have you on your kneesー god damn it.

sighing deeply, he ran his hands through his jet-black hair and slouched on his couch. he had his phone on his couch with his tabs revealing your, [name] [surname], japan's hottest supermodel, social media accounts. he had his television opened and has been playing various movies over the past hours, but he seemed to pay no mind to them with how often he was refreshing your accounts for the hope of any updates of your whereabouts.

shit, he even stooped to a new low, stalking multiple fan accounts of yours on twitter to see if they had any clue. the opened laptop in front of him was stuck to his direct messages with you, revealing how he replied a thumbs up to your message saying, "thank u for tn ;)".

he felt stupid. should he have been more open? maybe he should've responded differently. who even responds to a girl with a thumbs up? real mature, kenji.

he was anxious, bouncing his leg as he kept sighing over and over. why weren't you messaging him? he was the ken sato. did he kiss you too hard? did he fuck you too roughly?

leaning back into the couch, he ran his hand once more for the nth time this evening. he was overthinking. he couldn't have all these thoughts with the upcoming tournament that he's been looking forward to for the past two months. but lately, all he seemed to think about was how good it felt to be inside you.

sighing again, ken had his phone in his hands and went back to refreshing your account. to his absolute surprise, you had a new post on instagram, uploaded sixteen seconds ago. it was an image of you with a bra that fit you so perfectly, baggy jeans that rested on your hips, and underwear that seemed to grip on your waist with the brand's name on the garter.

the baseball player stared at his phone with a blank face before knitting his eyebrows together and groaning, adjusting his pants with the sudden uncomfortable feeling. this is bad.

—

"my scan tells me that your blood circulation has been increased at a certain area—"

"i did not need a scan, mina!" ken gritted, frustrated. "i'll be back late!" he shouted as a way to drown out whatever mina said next as he shut the front door on his way out. ken walked towards his motorcycle, fitting into his black helmet before quickly driving to a nearby bar.

upon arriving, kenji took off his helmet and gave it to the valet parker, with along with his keys and some cash. "take care of her, alright?" ken said, referring to the bike. the valet nodded. kenji held the sunglasses that he hung on the front of his shirt and put it on before walking towards the entrance.

seeing the long line behind the stanchion, kenji smirked and walked towards the bouncer who blocked him from coming inside with his arm. "name?"

ken raised an eyebrow and lowered his sunglasses. "sato." he said. the bouncer gaped and got his arm out of the way and opening the doors for him instead, apologizing for not recognizing him earlier.

ken was met with beaming lights within the darkness of the place, the air smelling of alcohol and the loud sound of the song that the dj played bouncing off the walls. ken took a deep breath in and sighed, and after a few steps in he was immediately accommodated by a blonde hostess, handing him a glass of champagne before latching on to his arm as she giggled and guided him to an empty table.

it was already past midnight and ken surprised himself by not drinking to his limits this time. there were women holding on to both of his arms, some handing him fruits while one held the bottle for his drink. he was also accompanied by strangers that seemed to need a breather. "hey, pretty, care to get me another glass?" kenji said to the brunette on his left with a sly smile.

the brunette giggled and pulled down her skirt before standing up "sure thing, ken." she smiled.

"there's no need for that, sweetie." he heard someone say from behind them. almost immediately, ken sato turned his head and his eyes widened at the sight of you. fuck. it was you. "hey, kenji. what brings you here?" you smiled and walked around the couch and made your way towards him. everyone at the table stood up and walked towards another unoccupied table, knowing the protocol.

"[n-name]?" ken stuttered, his hand running through the side of his hair as he fixed his posture. you giggled at him and took the brunette's former seat, taking the almost-empty tall glass of champagne that he held and sipped on it. "what, what're you doin' here?" he slurred, tipsy.

"oh, nothing. just here with some friends." you smiled and placed the glass to his lips, making sure that it was the same spot that you drank from. taking a deep breath, ken leaned into the glass and sipped, some slipping from the corners of his mouth. you placed the glass down to the table and wiped the trail of champagne on his chin. kenji only stared at you. flustered, you looked down at his hands and held it. "i missed you, kenji." you said.

kenji stared at you. he forgot how beautiful you were. how could he ever forget that?

kenji held your hand and interlocked your fingers. "yeah, well, you didn't seem to wanna let me know that little fact of yours over the last two weeks." he said, his cheeks reddening as he avoided eye contact.

you laughed at his shyness and held on to his hand tighter. "'m sorry, baby." you smiled and leaned in to his ear. "but, i can let you know just how much i missed you, baby." you whispered. "my place?"

—

it has been yet another two weeks since your last night together. kenji was one week into the tournament that he has been preparing for and he has been busy as ever. coach shimura has confiscated their cellphones to give the yomiuri giants their well-needed concentration on their trainings and game days.

after a weekend long of back-to-back games, coach shimura has finally given back the players their phones to reward them of their zero losses so far. upon unlocking it, kenji was met with multiple messages from you, telling him how much you miss him, telling him how good he looked in the field, letting him know of what you did while thinking of him . . .

he was flushed after reading everything, and in between messages he also received missed calls from you, and one voicemail.

"baby, can you call me back? it's so lonely in my mansion."

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[soaps-mohawk]

I'm going to be honest

I'm having a genuinely hard time making this post. I've been fighting with it for a couple weeks now, but I think it's time I finally make it.

I'm not having fun on this blog anymore.

It sounds bad, but honestly, it kind of is.

I think a lot of it started from the very beginning with the precedence and expectations I put on myself. I've always tried to respond to every comment I get. Even from the beginning. It's just a polite thing to do since those who leave comments took the time to write out what they think of my fic, even if it's just a keysmash. I've always felt the need to thank those who leave comments or reblog my writing or (now that tumblr has it) replied to my fics. It worked fine before because none of my fics were particularly popular. Even my most popular fic (at that time) didn't get as much attention as CRCB has. I've never had a "big blog" before, nor a fic as popular as CRCB has gotten.

It was fine at first, responding to everyone, engaging with everyone. I was riding that high of omg so many people are reading and enjoying my fic! I've never had anything quite like this before.

Now...it just feels more like a chore. I set this precedence on this blog that I respond to everyone and I know a lot of people have said that they're surprised I responded to them and to everyone, and now I'm getting why a lot of writers don't. I'm exhausted. I feel like I've just been robotically saying the same thing over and over trying to respond to people now. I used to love seeing asks in my inbox and reblogs and replies but now? All I feel is dread because I have to respond to all of those.

Turning anon off was a big help. It lessened the sheer volume of asks I was getting a day. And while I do feel bad for all of my anons who prefer to stay anons, with everything that happened (the multiple incidents) with anon that kind of started to suck the joy out of everything. That paired with the obsessive need to constantly have my inbox cleared and make sure everyone gets a response...I can understand now too why big blogs will have 200+ asks in their inbox. It's hard and it's exhausting and I'm burning out.

First it was the fic that was burning me out. Things have gone on far longer than I planned and I just wasn't prepared for this fic to go on and for a while there it was dragging. I'll admit that. If I could go back, I'd speed up a few things, but it's done, it's posted there's no going back. I kind of hoped I would have the mental capacity to upload more than once a week too, but I just couldn't. I still can't.

I've come to dread posting chapters because I know I'm going to have to reply and respond to everyone. The only thing keeping me posting is the fact that we're in the part of the story I've been excited about since the beginning and also because I keep leaving everyone on cliffhangers and I love torturing y'all with all of them.

So that being said, this is in no way to shame anyone for interacting with me, anyone leaving comments or replies or sending asks. Don't feel bad about doing it please. I appreciate all of you that have engaged with me and it really means so much to me. Honestly, earlier this year, if I didn't have this fic and everyone on this blog, I might not have made it to now. It's been a really rough year and it's still going to be into next year. It's just getting to the point where I need a break.

I've needed a break for a long time. I thought taking days off the blog would help, and it did for a couple of weeks, but now even on the days I'm supposed to be on the blog and engaging, I just find myself queueing stuff up and just being offline most of the day still.

I'm tired. That's the best reason I can give. I'm tired and burned out on life and I'm tired and burned out on this blog.

So...I think I need a break. I need to not keep responding to every single reply and reblog every chapter. I need to not force myself to answer every ask right away, no matter how much I want to. I feel bad, but I know everyone would rather have me here and enjoying the blog than forcing myself to interact to the point where I'm dreading it and just robotically repeating myself over and over with every reply and answer and comment.

I won't be pausing the fic, I won't be not uploading. I'll still be posting chapters, I just might not be interacting as much as I have been. It's just putting such a mental strain on me still, even with anon off, even with days off. And with things getting busier for me, it's going to be too much to try and deal with irl stuff and write and try to be super active on the blog. There's going to come a point where I have to sacrifice the writing or the blog and I'd rather sacrifice the blog to keep myself sane, and also to keep trying to finally get this fic done. I love this fic, don't get me wrong, but I'm just burning out.

I'm already burned out in a lot of ways.

I was planning kinktober this year but honestly I'm considering not doing it because I know interaction is going to be insane and it's going to be a lot to keep up on. Plus trying to write that many fics is hard and I'm not sure I have the ability to do it. I have a few done but now I'm just like...is that something I want to do on top of irl stuff and CRCB.

There's just no joy in it anymore. It's not anyone's fault but mine. I put the pressure on myself, I held myself to that standard for this long despite the fact I knew it was draining me. I've tried to push through when I should have prioritized myself. I feel so guilty not responding to everyone. I feel so guilty being a day or two late responding to everyone.

I want to be here and interacting and responding to things but I just can't bring myself to anymore. It's no one's fault, and this is not a drag on anyone, or an attempt to make anyone feel bad or guilty for interacting or sending asks or anything. I'm just airing out the truth and saying what I need to say because I feel like I've been so robotic and lifeless with my responses these last couple weeks and I feel like I need to explain why. It's nothing anyone has done. It's my fault. It's 100% my fault.

Things have just gotten to be too much and it's my fault for forcing myself to be so active. The social battery has dropped into the negatives. I'm not a social person. I can only handle so much interaction and I've pushed so far beyond that, that things have gotten to this point. I want to be here and I want to have fun and I want to use this as an escape but I just don't feel that way about it anymore. It's a chore for me, a job, something I feel like I have to do and it's my fault that I feel that way. It's my own standards and expectations I set on myself, and my expectations on what I think my followers want and deserve and now I feel like I've gone on too long like this that I can't change things without hurting anyone's feelings. I don't want people to think I'm ignoring them in favor of others because I know there's writers out there that do that. They only respond to a certain group and ignore others that comment and reblog. I don't want to make anyone feel like I'm doing that to them and that's now led me to here.

I'm forcing it and I'm tired.

It's been hard these last few weeks. The life has just been draining and draining continuously. The joy and the love I have for this blog and my followers and the interactions and the fic. The last anon bullshit that happened was just kind of the last nail in the coffin so to speak. The straw that broke the camel's back. Things stopped being fun. It made me feel bad (and not in the guilty way, though that was a part of it) and I'm honestly just over it. I'm over the blog, I'm over interacting, I'm over life at this point. August is a hard month for me and every year it seems to get worse and worse. A lot of it is unrelated to anything online and I was going to make a post about it but honestly I just don't want to. Those that know, know. Those that don't...it doesn't matter.

I'm getting annoyed by the blog, I'm getting annoyed every time I look in my notifications and see an ask or a reply or a comment. I'm getting annoyed by some of my followers and that's not fair to you. Everyone always talks about how nice and kind and patient I am when I'm really not. I'm not the person I present myself to be on this blog, the way I mask myself so I can present myself as being a normal, kind human being. The mask is coming off because I'm so tired I can't keep it up anymore. It's happening here and it's happening in real life. I'm tired and I'm frustrated and I'm angry at a lot of things and the last thing I want is to start taking it out on my followers. You don't deserve that, especially when it's not your fault, it's nothing any of you have done. It's all me.

It's not you, it's me.

So for the sake of not burning this whole thing to the ground, I'm going to take a break. I'm not replying to everyone, I'm not responding to every reblog, I won't reply to every ask I get right away, if at all because sometimes I just don't have anything to say in response and I need to learn that's okay. It's nothing against you. It's not aimed at anyone specifically, I'm just trying to put myself first and stop things from escalating. I need a break and I'm going to do something selfish and I'm going to take it.

Don't apologize because it's not your fault. Don't apologize because you think you might have contributed to this because you didn't. It is no one's fault but my own.

I'm the one that needs to apologize to all of you because I've just not been myself because I've been forcing myself to be someone I'm not. I've been very unfair to a lot of people over the last seven months that this blog has been active and I've held a precedent that is not sustainable in the long run and made everyone believe that I was capable of maintaining that kind of interaction when I'm not.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been putting everyone through this. I'm sorry I've been so detached and robotic and ingenuine. I'm sorry I led everyone to believe I'm someone I'm not. I'm sorry I've dragged this on this long that it's gotten to the point that I have to make this post.

I considered just disappearing but that wouldn't be fair to you either. I don't want to put you through that, so I'm pouring all of my thoughts out and making you read through this fucking novel of a post. If you've made it this far, then congrats I guess. Gold metals to you who bothered reading this far.

Anyway, all of that aside, I'll still be posting chapters. I'll have them scheduled and I'll probably come on and add links places to keep things current. I'll respond and reply and answer asks when I feel like it. You don't have to stop sending them, but just don't expect them to be responded to right away anymore. I'll probably still be here reblogging things I want and doing things when I feel like it.

I just need a few weeks to myself. Time I don't have to care about the blog at all and keeping up with it. Anon will remain off for the sake of keeping asshole trolls away, and also so I don't open tumblr and have 200 asks in my inbox after a week. Sorry to my anons but it's just the way it needs to be right now. Maybe once this break is over and I've dealt with irl stuff, I'll consider putting it back on. I just can't after everything I dealt with recently on anon.

It'll be the same on Ao3, for those that follow here and read there. Comments will probably sit for a while. They won't be answered right away anymore unless I get the energy to burn through them. Even then I won't try to answer them all at once like I did this last weekend.

I'll try to reblog something every day so y'all know I'm alright. I don't want y'all to panic and it's not fair to put you through that, especially those that might not see this or bother reading it. Those that follow simply for the fic and nothing else. I'm here, I'm just not...here.

This week's chapter is in the queue to be posted tomorrow as usual. Chapters will still come out as planned since I'm not stopping writing, just taking a break from the blog itself.

Thank you those of you who stuck through to the end here. I appreciate all of you so much. You have no idea. I'm sorry I let things get to this point and I'm sorry to anyone that I've gotten rude or snappy with because I couldn't be selfish and put myself first. I'm sorry to anyone that got a robotic, repeated response to something they were probably excited to share. I'm sorry I've been so unfair to everyone and I hope you can forgive me.

Take care and I'll talk to everyone when I have the energy to.

[ateez-himari]

J-HOPE DISCHARGE CEREMONY

Jin brought an unexpected guest to celebrate his bandmate's military discharge

October 17, 2024 (8:41PM)

J-Hope enlisted in mandatory military service on April 18th last year and was finally discharged today after completing his eighteen months of duty holding not only the rank of Corporal, but the title of Special Class (Elite) Warrior as well. Unfortunately the only member present at the site, as announced by BigHit days prior, was the group's eldest, Jin, who completed his own service earlier this year, along with Suga's younger sister, ATEEZ lead vocalist Himari.

While people have just now begun uncovering the closeness between these artists, what happened during the ceremony solidified any findings circulating through social media platforms as the seniors beckoned the young woman to celebrate with them. When the rapper stepped out with a large bouquet in hand, those present at the scene believed the flowers to have been offered as a congratulatory gift by those stationed alongside him until he handed them to her.

Widely known to be rather soft hearted it was no surprise when the maknae was caught tearing up when sharing a tight embrace with him, and those watching what little clips were uploaded from the live stream reportedly got sentimental alongside them. J-Hope himself was seemingly attempting to hold back the wave of emotions that came with seeing her after so long, and although he did not touch on their reunion much during the Weverse live, the reason behind the flowers was finally revealed.

"I couldn't properly celebrate her debut as a fashion designer, or her surpassing 200 KOMCA credits...I missed a few milestones for her career so I wanted to let her know that I was watching and that I'm proud of everything she's done."

Himari was clearly overjoyed at the mere fact that her senior had returned and posted some heartwarming pictures to her personal Instagram account's story, showing what the two got up to prior to her attendance at the Elle Style Awards that evening;

Photo Source; @/min.himeeee on Instagram

Translation; 'Thank you oppa' - 'I missed you'

Even amongst so much happiness some keen eyed netizens noticed the vocalist hopefully searching the military base's grounds in hopes of seeing her older brother - which the rapper confirmed later that evening saying she did not get the notice posted by the company and thought they would get a chance to reunite shortly. Atiny were able to find some sense of relief for their maknae as he closed off this personal topic by promising that until they could be with one another again, the two discharged members would make sure to support and care for her like he would and would not fail to continue afterwards.

On this note; Welcome back J-Hope! 💜

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3508

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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1.

YASMINE I was in the gym working out before going to work today. Being a wrestler was very cool. Shawn Michaels has declared that I will be the next great thing for the organization, which I truly believe.

As I was performing my bench press reps, I felt my phone vibrate and heard from my AirPods that Bianca was calling me, so I paused my reps and placed the weights down to answer the phone.

OTP Minnie🧃: Hey, B what's up? Breezy🫶🏽: Hey girlfriend! How are things going down at NXT? Minnie🧃: it's been going good I'm just at the gym right now before I head into work Breezy🫶🏽: good! I heard melo ass was tryna talk to you Minnie🧃: girl fuck him he's not important Breezy🫶🏽: period but I know the draft is coming up soon so I hope you'll get drafted to smackdown me and Trin is missing you dearly. Minnie🧃: I miss you guys too like our schedules are soo hectic rn it's not even funny Breezy🫶🏽: who you telling girl but imma' go I'll talk to you later girl! Minnie🧃: byeee

CALL ENDED

I hung up the phone and went back to performing my reps. I'll tell you a little bit about myself and Carmelo; we dated for around two or three years? We went from high school sweethearts to almost engaged before he left to become an NXT star and cheated on me.

When I found out he cheated on me with someone on the roster, I was furious to say the least. Since my name was on the lease, I basically threw his things out and told him to go live with his whore.

I blocked him on everything as he attempted to contact me after learning that I would be on the main roster of NXT, but I ignored him since I was focused on my work.

After that day, I couldn't trust any man. My trust issues were strong, and I was an extremely critical over-thinker, always wondering if I'd forgiven him, would he change?

But you know what they say: people who cheat will cheat on you again, and I wasn't going to cope with that.

As I finished my reps, I set the weights down on the side of the bench, grabbed my Stanley cup of water next to me, and began sipping it.

After I got off the bench, I grabbed my phone and checked the time; it was nearly time for me to go to work, so I grabbed my gym bag and keys and headed towards my car.

I opened the door, threw my workout bag in the backseat, and went to Instagram to upload my gym photos from earlier, all while turning on the car's ignition and moving away from the parking lot.

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✧˚° I arrived at work as I parked in the garage grabbing my bag that had all of my gear inside of it while walking towards the building. As I was walking towards my locker room I've seen Lash running up to me as she gave me a hug.

"Hey Girly!" Lash said.

"Hey, Lash what's happening?" I said while folding my arms.

"Nothing much girl getting ready for this tag team match later on did you eat?" She said.

Now that I think about it I didn't eat before heading to the gym I shook my head while she linked her arms with mines as we began to walk to  the catering area.

I grabbed a plate getting me some Salmon along with some white rice and asparagus while getting me a cold bottle of water. I walked towards the table sitting down with Lash as we began eating our food.

"So I heard about you and melo yall ain't together anymore?"

"Nah we aren't together anymore after he cheated on me but he keeps trying to hit me up and stuff but I just ignore him." I stated while eating my rice.

"Mhm, period girl as you should if Trick would've done something like—something like what?" Lash got startled as she seen Trick behind her with his plate in his hands.

The couple stop kissing each other as he sat down next to us eating his food.

He chuckled at her as he set his plate down, placing his hands around her waist as she held him closely and kissed his lips.

I glanced at the pair kissing one other's faces, and it almost made me feel lonely, but I didn't mind since I enjoy being alone. Trick was close friends with Carmelo, and it wasn't strange for him to remain so after his friend strayed. We kept in touch from time to time, checking in on each other.

"What's good Minks." Trick said.

"Hey Trick how you been?"

"I've been good you know being the nxt champion and all how about you?"

"I'm fine just ready to see who am I going against tonight." I said grabbing the napkin that was next to me wiping my mouth in the process.

He nodded affirmatively and continued eating his dinner, while Lash nudged me, as if she saw someone behind me.

When I looked at her, she pointed her finger behind me. As I turned around, I saw the guy I despise the most, Carmelo, with crossed arms. I rolled my eyes at him.

"What? Melo?" I asked sternly.

"Can we like talk in private?" He asked.

I looked over at Trick and Lash, who were gazing at me, and then back at Carmelo. I groaned heavily, finished my lunch and tossing it in the trash bin while walking with Carmelo.

We proceeded to his locker room, and he locked the door behind him as I sat on his couch, crossing my legs in the process.

"What the fuck do you want Melo?"

"Can you relax with the attitude Minks? I'm tryna apologize for what happened I was drunk and stupid." Carmelo said.

"Melo I don't give a damn how many times you apologize to me about your actions I'm not taking you back." He scoffed in disbelief how can this man be so naive to think that I'll just welcome him back in open arms?

"Why do you have to be so difficult, Yasmine? "I'm trying to make things right with yo' ass." I rolled my eyes at him; is this nigga being serious right now?

I sat up on the couch, peering intently into his eyes while we both kept eye contact. "Me? Being difficult? How am I being difficult when I haven't done anything? I'm going to leave since you're already aggravating me, and I've only just arrived at work." I jumped up from the couch and moved towards the door, but he stopped my path while peering into his dark eyes.

He grabbed my throat and roughly pushed me back against the wall, pinning me in the process, which anxious me little. "Nigga, what the hell is wrong with you? "Let me go!" I yelled, attempting to shove him off of me. He held me firmly around the throat and muttered something in my ear that gave me goosebumps. "You'll never be able to find someone better than me and if you do I won't hesitate to kill them because you belong to me and only me understand..?" Carmelo threatened me as I was afraid.

I nodded yes as he left go of my throat, gasping for oxygen before exiting his locker room; I couldn't tell anybody about it or he'd be fired, so I kept it to myself.

I rushed to my locker room, closing and locking the door as I dropped down on the ground, breaking down. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I gasped for air, attempting to calm down.

I wasn't expecting him to be like this with me because of his behavior, but what he said scared the snot out of me. I kept weeping silently so no one could hear me.

'What am I going to do?'

✧˚°

I was in the makeup chair, getting my makeup done, when I felt someone touch my shoulders. I opened one eye to find Lash behind me and offered her a phony grin. "Ouuu girl your makeup looks so good it matches with your gear so much." Lash praised me. "Thank you girly your gear looks so good make me wanna eat you up don't tell trick I said that by the way." While she and I were snickering at each other, I noticed Carmelo stroll past us, looking at me.

I avoided eye contact with him, which Lash observed as her facial expression turned to one of confusion, lifting an eyebrow at me.

"Did something happen between you and Melo?" She asked. I shook my head because I didn't want her to inform Shawn about what happened between me and him in his locker room.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, nothing didn't happen girl why don't you go focus on your match for tonight I'll catch up with you later." I said as she nodded her head hugging me in process.

After I got my makeup down I looked in the mirror checking myself out and damn I look good for tonight's match against Roxanne Perez for her title this was a good opportunity for myself.

She's been holding that Title for a hot minute now and out of all the girls I got the opportunity to win it.

"Yasmine to the gorilla, Yasmine to the gorilla."

I checked myself about one last time before heading out towards the gorilla I put on my jacket fixing my hair in the process pumping myself up to calm my nerves as I looked up at the TV screen seeing her going inside the ring.

I looked at the camera as my music starts playing saying towards the camera "it's go time baby." As I head out towards the ring. I walked out as the crowd cheered for me I love the massive pop that I am getting from the crowd.

"And her opponent from Brooklyn, New York weighting at 148 pounds Yasmine!!"

I spun around as I was skipping towards the ring flipping my hair in the process while doing the same thing around ring before getting on top of the ring. Sitting on the ropes before flipping over them walking around the ring.

"Yasmine is one of favorite female athletes on the NXT roster, mannn she's so talented."

"I agree with you here Booker she'll be the next NXT women's champion for sure."

I took off my jacket throwing it outside of the ring stretching my arms as the referee held up the championship before ringing the bell.

Roxanne ran up towards me as I ducked before doing a drop kick on her causing her fall on her back holding it. Grabbing a full load of her hair throwing her across the ring like a ragdoll as I climb on the ropes giving her doing a moonsault off the ropes landing on her body as she groaned in pain.

✧˚° 1! 2! 3!

"Roxanne Perez retains her NXT women's championship!!"

"Here's your winner and still the NXT women's champion Roxanne Perez!!"

This was a terrific match for us; we had synergy that no one else had in the locker room. Roxanne helped me up while holding her hand out in courtesy. I shook it, of course, as she hugged me and whispered in my ear that she was proud of me before releasing go.

I raised her hand as everyone shouted before rolling out of the ring, gripping onto my body because I was in pain. I headed towards the Gorilla after seeing Lash and Trick approach me.

"Oh my gosh girl you almost had her!" Lash said.

"Yeah, you did don't worry Minks you'll have that opportunity again." Trick said reassuringly.

I smiled at them weakly due to me feeling tired, "thanks guys I appreciate it but imma hit the showers good luck Lash!" I left them two as I went towards my locker room before I could I see Carmelo coming up towards me.

I walked past him not trying deal with his shit tonight after what happened earlier but he grabbed me by the arm as I looked up at him.

"You did a good job about there baby." Carmelo said as I scoffed.

"Don't call me that we aren't together Melo." I said sternly as I saw a grin on his face.

"Last time I checked we are remember what I told you earlier Yasmine." I just rolled my eyes at him before yanking my arm away from him heading in my locker room locking it.

I grabbed my phone seeing that Bianca had texted me.

IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽 sent 3+ messages

Breezy🫶🏽: Hey Girl! I watched your match with Roxanne and I must say you're one hell of an athlete girl doing all of em flips. 😭😭 Minnie🧃: thank you girl I appreciate it Breezy🫶🏽: you'll be a perfect match for the smackdown roster girl imma need a match with you and Iyo fr Minnie🧃: PLEASE THAT IS LITERALLY MY DREAM MATCH WITH HER😭🥲 Breezy🫶🏽: lol but are you doing okay? Minnie🧃: yeah...

I didn't know if I should tell B about what happened between me and Melo she'll probably be pissed if I told her.

Breezy🫶🏽: what happened Yasmine? 🤨 Minnie🧃: something happened between me and Melo... Breezy🫶🏽: what the fuck did he do? Because I will show my ass Yasmine Minnie🧃: it was just a simple talk and how he was sorry for what he did then when I decided to leave his locker room he decided to put his hands on me threatening me in the process... Breezy🫶🏽: OH HELL NAH IM FINNA TELL MONTEZ! THAT NIGGA DONT GOT NO RIGHT TO PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU! 😡 Minnie🧃: please don't tell Montez ion' want him involved B Breezy🫶🏽: no yasmine this is unacceptable Montez has to know ight? Minnie🧃: fineeee you're technically my sister in law so I have to listen to you. Breezy🫶🏽: good does anyone else know about this? Does Trick know? Minnie🧃: no don't nobody else know but you. Breezy🫶🏽: I'm glad you told me this cuz man but imma let you get some rest I'll text you in the morning. Minnie🧃: okay byee

Sigh now I gotta hear Montez fat ass mouth about this shit I'll probably be switched over to the smackdown brand with them that way I can be around from Melo ass and be with my girls.

After I took a shower I put on the some comfortable clothes while putting the rest of my gear in the bag double checking that I had everything inside of my bag before grabbing my keys heading out towards the garage.

I walked towards the garage unlocking my car as I threw my bag behind the backseat before starting up the car. While I was doing that I saw Carmelo coming up towards my car I just deeply sighed while rolling my eyes in the process.

"Baby where are you heading to?" He questioned me.

'If this nigga keep calling me baby imma crash the fuck out.'

"Nigga stop calling me your fucking baby because I'm not your damn baby now what the fuck do yo' ass want?" I said sternly while feeling irritated.

I made sure I locked my door just in case he wanted to do some sneaky shit.

"Stop catching a fucking attitude with me little girl before I handle yo' ass now answer my question."

"Ion' have to answer to you so I would advise you to me yo' ass before you get run over by me." I put the car in drive as I drove off from the garage leaving him dumbfounded while was driving I was listening to summer walker.

She just dropped a new single and I am in love with it as I was listening to the lyrics throughly.

'Only thing that's saving you (Oh-oh) Is the heart of a woman Yeah Only thing that's saving you, oh Is the heart of a woman Hey, yeah'

I came to a halt at the red light as I took out a pre-roll blunt from my glove section, lighting it up and taking a few puffs while simply vibing out.

As I began to drive towards my house, the light went green. I continued to smoke the pre-roll blunt, feeling my body relax knowing that this would help me calm down.

'Question is, why I do the things I do? Answer I may never find, but I'll always choose you Wanna give up on you but, damn, I know I can't I put the blame on me for giving you chance after chance'

I knew Montez would be unhappy when he found out what Carmelo had done to me; he had always loathed Carmelo since we met, but I didn't listen to him being crazy as usual.

And now I'm in a toxic situation with this man simply because he threatened me if I find someone else, but with my trust issues, I'm not sure if I can find someone faithful since people will do you dirty in the blink of an eye.

'In love with you, but can't stand this And I try to be strong But how much can I take? Put your words on your life this time And I hope your ass ain't lyin' 'cause'

I was overthinking whether someone would deal with my attitudes, or even handle me at all.

I despised being a critical over-thinker because it placed me in a deep state of despair knowing that all I needed was comfort, which he couldn't supply.

'Only thing that's saving you (Oh-oh) Is the heart of a woman Yeah, oh-yeah Only thing that's saving you Is the heart of a woman Yeah-yeah'

I eventually made it home, pulling into the driveway and shutting off my car before getting my belongings from the backseat. My body was still throbbing from the fight I had with Roxanne.

Unlocking my door and feeling the fresh aroma inside my house, I sighed in relief as I gripped against the wall and removed my shoes, placing them on the shoe rack.

I deposited my luggage on the couch and walked into the kitchen, opening the cupboard to fetch a snack because I had already eaten after my match.

Going upstairs to my bedroom, I dropped down on the bed and grabbed the remote next to me, putting on Netflix.

'It's my mind and my soul versus your pride Nigga, check your ego 'cause I left mine at the door Just because I let it slide Drowning in all my emotions I let you slide in this ocean I'm in'

I watched my phone light up as I noticed Trinity had contacted me, hoping Bianca hadn't told her what had occurred.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: HE PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU? Minnie🧃: shit...did Bianca tell you? Trin🤭🫶🏽: yeah, ofc Yasmine she did tell me about it do I gotta tell Jon? Minnie🧃: might as well since she's telling my brother 🙄 Trin🤭🫶🏽: un-unt don't do that this is only for your protection Yasmine I can't believe he would do that to you hasn't he put you through enough? Minnie🧃: yeah you're right Trin Minnie🧃: will I ever find love or trust again? 😟 Trin🤭🫶🏽: heyyy don't be like that because I know how you get ion' want you to be in your head you will find it or it'll come to you I promise but this draft needs to hurry up so that you can be away from him Minnie🧃: what if he gets drafted on the smackdown brand too then what? Trin🤭🫶🏽: we will protect you yasmine don't worry as long as Jon and Montez is around you'll be okay Minnie🧃: kk Trin🤭🫶🏽: well imma go tell Jonathan since he don't play about you just like how Montez is with you being is little sister. Minnie🧃: ight then byeee

This is such a mess I hope and pray that he doesn't get drafted on smackdown with me because it'll just start some shit.

'In love with you but can't stand your ways And I try to be strong But how much can I take? Put your words on your life this time And I hope your ass ain't lyin' 'cause'

Why do I have to do this again? When I mean again I've been through an abusive relationship before in the past and lemme' tell you it was horrible but the person I was with before Carmelo is in jail for life.

So now I have significant commitment difficulties, as well as trust issues, since I'm frightened that if I date someone again, I'll get wounded again, so I've created a shield over my heart as a result of what I've experienced.

'Only thing that's saving you (No, I can't take it no more) (l'm bound to walk out the door) Is the heart of a woman Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Only thing that's saving you Is the heart of a woman Ah, ah'

Something Bout' Us

A/n: welcome to a new book 💁🏽‍♀️ I hope Montez and Jonathan beat Carmelo ass honestly 😅 because why is he already starting shit with Yasmine?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

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ECHOES OF YESTERDAY | JAKE SIM CH.3

Synopsis: On her 21st birthday, Y/n wakes up overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow. It’s not just her birthday; it’s also the third anniversary of her high school boyfriend Jake’s tragic death. Surviving the accident that took Jake’s life, Y/n is haunted by memories of their love and the future they lost. In a moment of desperate longing, she makes a wish to see Jake again and is miraculously transported back in time to when Jake was alive. However, she finds that Jake now hates her, adding a new layer of pain and confusion. Determined to change his fate and earn his tolerance, she resolves to do everything in her power to ensure he escapes death this time.

Reader: Jake x reader

Authors note: Hello! I know it’s been awhile since I’ve uploaded or really updated about my process and I am SOOOO sorry 😭. I’ve had a pretty rough writers block right after I posted my second chapter. And I’m still having it but it’s slowly getting better ❤️‍🩹. This chapter is more on the emotional side ( all of them have been but yk what I mean I hope). Also, this is meant to be slow burn so please keep that in mind. Anyways, thank you for your patience and hopefully it was worth the wait 🥰! Thank you for your support 🫶🫶!!

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Jake jolted awake, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. The remnants of the nightmare clung to his mind, vivid and tormenting. He could still see the shadows closing in, suffocating him, and the echo of Y/N's words, "I’m trying to save you," haunting his every thought.

He sat up, gasping for air, and looked around his dimly lit room. The broken mirror on the wall caught his eye, a cruel reminder of his earlier outburst. Anger and despair had driven him to punch it, shattering both the glass and a piece of himself.

Jake's hand trembled as he reached for the first aid kit on his bedside table. His wrist was still bleeding, the pain sharp and relentless. He wrapped the bandage around it, each twist of the fabric feeling like a futile attempt to hold himself together.

As he tightened the bandage, tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't escape the image of the man in the mirror—so lost, so alone. The reflection was a stark contrast to the facade he showed the world. In truth, he was drowning in his own isolation, burdened by the weight of his past and the guilt that gnawed at his soul.

Y/N's words echoed louder now, cutting through the silence of the room. "I’m trying to save you ." At first, he had dismissed her as crazy, but now those words felt like a lifeline. Why did he need to be saved? What did she see in him that he couldn't see in himself?

Jake's thoughts spiraled as he tried to make sense of it all. He thought about his life, the constant feeling of not being enough, and the relentless self-blame. He had pushed everyone away, convinced that he didn't deserve their love or friendship. The loneliness was suffocating.

And yet, Y/N's words had pierced through his defenses. Despite everything, they had reached him. Maybe, just maybe, she was right. Maybe he did need saving—from his anger, his guilt, and the darkness that consumed him.

As he looked at the shattered mirror, Jake made a silent vow. He would find out what Y/N meant. He would confront his demons and try to understand why he needed to be saved. It was a small glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak existence, but it was enough to keep him going.

Sunghoon arrived at Jake's apartment early in the morning, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. He had been worried about Jake ever since their last conversation. Jake had seemed distant, lost in his thoughts, and Sunghoon knew all too well how his friend tended to shut down if he didn't talk about what was bothering him.

Quietly, Sunghoon pulled out the spare key Jake had given him for emergencies and let himself in. He carried a bag of food, hoping that a warm meal might help lift Jake's spirits. As he stepped inside, he was struck by the silence and the disarray. The broken mirror, the scattered shards of glass, and the overall mess painted a clear picture of Jake's turmoil.

Sunghoon found Jake slumped on the couch, looking disheveled and exhausted. His eyes immediately went to the bandaged wrist, the blood seeping through the white fabric. Sunghoon's heart sank.

"Jake, what the hell happened?" Sunghoon's voice was a mix of concern and frustration as he set the bag of food on the table and rushed to his friend's side.

Jake looked up, startled. "Sunghoon? How did you—"

"I used the spare key. I was worried about you." Sunghoon gestured to the bandage. "You hurt yourself again. You can't keep doing this, Jake."

Jake sighed, his head in his hands. "It's nothing, Sunghoon. Just had a rough night."

"Nothing? This is not nothing!" Sunghoon's voice softened as he sat beside Jake. "Talk to me. What's going on? You can't keep bottling this up. It's eating you alive."

For a moment, there was silence. Jake struggled to find the words, his emotions a tangled mess. Finally, he looked up, his eyes filled with pain. "I had a nightmare. It felt so real, and I woke up feeling... broken. I can't shake this feeling, Sunghoon. I feel like I'm drowning in my own thoughts, and I don't know how to stop it."

Sunghoon placed a reassuring hand on Jake's shoulder. "You don't have to go through this alone, Jake. I'm here for you. We all are. But you need to let us in. You need to talk about what's going on inside your head."

Jake nodded slowly, tears brimming in his eyes. "I know. It's just so hard. I feel like I'm not enough, like I'm always failing."

"You're not failing, Jake. You're human. We all have our struggles, but we face them together. You don't have to carry this burden by yourself."

Jake took a deep breath, the weight on his chest feeling a little lighter. "Thanks, Sunghoon. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Sunghoon smiled, giving Jake's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You'll never have to find out. Now, let's get that wrist properly cleaned up, and then we'll figure this out together. One step at a time."

As Sunghoon helped Jake with his bandage and then unpacked the food, a sense of hope began to bloom in the room. It wasn't a solution to all of Jake's problems, but it was a start. And sometimes, that's all you need to begin healing.

Sunghoon sat across from Jake, he was talking about their plans for the upcoming weekend, but he noticed Jake's eyes drifting away, staring blankly out the window. Sunghoon knew this look all too well. Jake often spaced out like this when he was really struggling with something heavy on his mind.

Sunghoon's voice softened, careful not to startle Jake out of his thoughts. "You know, Jake, it's been a while since we went to the beach. How about we get some fresh air?"

Jake blinked, his focus slowly returning to the present. "The beach?"

"Yeah," Sunghoon said with a gentle smile. "It could be good for you. We can invite Jay too. Just the three of us, like old times."

Jake's lips curved into a small, grateful smile. "That sounds nice."

Sunghoon pulled out his phone and quickly sent a text to Jay. Within moments, Jay replied with an enthusiastic "I'm in!"

"Jay's on board," Sunghoon said, standing up and offering his hand to Jake. "Let's go."

They gathered their things and headed out the door. The drive to the beach was filled with light chatter, mostly led by Sunghoon, with Jake giving occasional nods or short responses. Sunghoon didn't mind; he was just glad to see a hint of relaxation in Jake's demeanor.

When they arrived at the beach, Jay was already there, waving at them with a big grin. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey, Jay!" Sunghoon called back, returning the wave.

Jake managed a small smile as they joined Jay by the water. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the salty breeze seemed to lift some of the weight off Jake's shoulders. For a moment, he felt a sense of peace.

They walked along the shore, the sand cool beneath their feet. Jay, always the joker, started telling funny stories about their school days, trying to coax a laugh out of Jake. Sunghoon watched as a small spark of amusement flickered in Jake's eyes.

"Remember that time we tried to build the biggest sandcastle and ended up with more sand on ourselves than on the castle?" Jay said, laughing.

Jake chuckled softly, the sound like music to Sunghoon's ears. "Yeah, and we were so proud of that lopsided thing."

Sunghoon joined in the laughter, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "We should try building another one today. What do you say, Jake?"

Jake looked at his friends, feeling a swell of gratitude. "Yeah, let's do it."

They spent the afternoon building a sandcastle, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves. For a while, Jake forgot about his troubles, lost in the simple joy of being with his friends. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, they sat down on the sand, watching the horizon.

"Thanks, guys," Jake said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. "I really needed this."

Sunghoon wrapped an arm around Jake's shoulders. "We're always here for you, Jake. No matter what."

Jay nodded, his expression serious for once. "Yeah, man. We're a trio. We stick together."

Jake felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, but he didn't try to hide them. He let them fall, feeling the warmth of his friends' presence. In that moment, he knew he wasn't alone. He had Sunghoon and Jay by his side, and that made all the difference.

You stood motionless in front of the bridge, the biting wind whispering secrets of the past as it brushed against your skin. The bridge held a profound significance, a silent witness to a night that had changed everything. You could still feel the weight of that evening, the crushing despair that had driven you to the edge.

It was late, the kind of late where the world seems to hold its breath. You had been ready to let go, to escape the relentless pain that had become your constant companion. You had stepped onto the bridge, your heart pounding, your mind a chaotic storm. The darkness below had seemed inviting, a final respite from your suffering.

But then, out of the shadows, Jake had appeared. His presence had been like a beacon, a light cutting through your darkest hour.

"Y/N, please don't," he had called out, his voice trembling with fear and love. He had approached you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "You don't have to do this. You're not alone. I'm here with you."

Jake had wrapped you in his arms, holding you with a strength that belied his own fears. His embrace had been warm, a sanctuary where your broken pieces could find solace. He had whispered words of comfort, of hope, convincing you that your life was worth living. That night, he had saved you, pulling you back from the brink.

But now, as you stood before the bridge once more, Jake was gone. He had died, leaving a void that nothing could fill. The memory of his sacrifice haunted you, a constant reminder of your guilt. You had never wanted to live, yet Jake had fought so hard for your life. And now, he was dead, and you were still here, drowning in a sea of remorse.

The tears began to fall, slowly at first, then in an uncontrollable torrent. You sank to your knees, your sobs echoing in the emptiness around you. The guilt was overwhelming, the pain unbearable. It felt as if your heart was shattering into a thousand pieces, each one cutting deeper than the last.

"Jake, I'm so sorry," you whispered through your tears. "I miss you so much. Why did you save me?"

The wind continued to blow, carrying your words into the void. You clutched at your chest, the ache of loss and regret consuming you. You remembered his smile, the way his eyes had sparkled with life, and the way he had always known just what to say to make you feel better. But now, those memories were all you had left.

You cried until you had no more tears to shed, your body trembling with the force of your grief. In the stillness that followed, you felt a faint sense of release, as if your tears had washed away a part of the burden you carried. You knew that Jake would never truly be gone, that he lived on in your heart and in the memories you had shared.

As you stood up, you took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. You looked out over the bridge, the place where Jake had saved your life, and you made a silent promise to him. You would try to live, not just for yourself, but for him. You would carry his memory with you, letting it guide you through the darkness.

Jake stepped out of Sunghoon's car, waving a tired goodbye to his friends. The night air was cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the car's interior. Despite his exhaustion, he felt a restless energy coursing through him. He knew he needed to clear his head, so he decided to take a walk, even though it was pretty late.

The streets were eerily quiet, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. Jake walked aimlessly, his thoughts a jumbled mess of regrets and what-ifs. He found himself heading towards the bridge, a place he often went to when he needed to think, to escape, to breathe.

As he approached, he noticed a figure standing by the railing. It took him a moment to realize it was Y/N. She was crying, her shoulders shaking with each sob, the sound barely audible but piercing through the night. Jake's first instinct was to turn around and leave her to her privacy, but something stopped him. He saw himself in her—broken and lost. The raw emotion on her face mirrored the turmoil he felt inside.

Despite everything she had done to get under his skin, he couldn't just leave her there, struggling alone. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to her, his footsteps soft against the pavement. Each step felt like a mile, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

"Y/N," he called out gently, his voice almost a whisper.

She looked up, startled, and quickly tried to recompose herself, wiping away her tears with trembling hands. But as soon as she saw him, the facade crumbled. Her eyes, red and swollen, filled with fresh tears. Without thinking, she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him in a desperate hug. Jake stood still for a moment, surprised, but then he felt her body shaking against his, her sobs muffled against his chest.

He hesitated, then slowly brought his arms around her, holding her as she broke down. They stood there for what felt like an eternity, the night wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their shared pain.

Jake could feel her tears soaking through his shirt, her grip on him tightening as if she was afraid he would disappear. He gently rested his chin on top of her head, his own eyes stinging with unshed tears. He didn't know what to say, didn't know if there were any words that could ease her pain. So he just held her, letting her cry, letting her release the torrent of emotions that had been building up inside her.

"You're not alone," he whispered finally, his voice breaking. "I'm here."

Y/N's sobs grew louder, more anguished, as if his words had opened a floodgate. She clung to him, her body shaking with the force of her crying. Jake tightened his hold on her, his heart aching for her, for them both. In that moment, all the resentment, all the anger he had harbored towards her seemed to dissolve, replaced by a deep, aching empathy.

They stood there for what felt like hours, the night growing colder around them. Eventually, Y/N's sobs began to subside, her breathing becoming more even. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Jake nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Anytime," he replied softly.

They stood there in silence, the bridge their silent witness, the night their only companion. For the first time in a long while, Jake felt a sense of purpose. He didn't have the answers, didn't know what the future held, but for now, being there for Y/N was enough.

You and Jake walked side by side, the dim streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. The silence between you was thick, but not uncomfortable. You reached the nearest shop that was still open, a small convenience store with a flickering neon sign that buzzed faintly in the cool night air.

"I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?" Jake asked, his voice breaking the silence. There was a softness in his tone that made your heart ache.

You shook your head. "No, I'm good."

Jake raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. He disappeared into the store, leaving you standing outside, your thoughts racing. You couldn't tell him the truth—that you had traveled back in time to save him. How could you explain something so unbelievable?

As you waited, memories of the accident flooded your mind. The screeching tires, the shattering glass, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness. You squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push the images away, but they clung to you like shadows.

A few minutes later, Jake emerged with a bottle of water and a small bag of chips. He handed the chips to you. "I know you said you didn't want anything, but I got these for you anyway."

You took the bag hesitantly, your fingers brushing against his. "Thanks," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

You started walking back, the crunch of gravel under your feet the only sound. Jake glanced at you sideways, his brow furrowed with concern. "So, why did you say I needed to be saved?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You had to think fast. "Oh, I was just... you know, being dramatic. I didn't mean anything by it."

Jake stopped walking and turned to face you, his eyes searching yours. "You don't have to lie to me, Y/N. I can tell something's been bothering you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. "It's nothing, really. Just... a lot on my mind."

Jake reached out and gently touched your arm, his expression softening. He wasn't your biggest fan, mainly because it always seemed like you had your life together, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He knew it was wrong to assume and dislike you for that, but those feelings had lingered for so long.

However, when he saw you a couple of minutes ago, with that same look and feeling he had been battling his whole life, something inside him shifted. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—how much of a jerk he had been. Jake's heart ached with regret as he looked at you, finally understanding the weight of his misguided resentment.

"You can talk to me, you know. I'm here for you."

You felt a lump in your throat. You wanted to tell him everything, to unburden yourself of the secret that weighed so heavily on your heart. But you couldn't. Not yet. Instead, you forced a smile. "Thanks, Jake. That means a lot."

You continued walking in silence, the tension between you palpable. As you guys neared the corner where you would part ways, Jake stopped and turned to you, his expression serious.

"We should probably figure out when to meet up for the project," he said, breaking the moment you had shared.

You nodded, grateful for the change in topic. "Yeah, how about tomorrow after school?"

"Sounds good," Jake replied. He hesitated for a moment, then added, "And if you ever need to talk, I'm here. Anytime."

Your heart ached at his kindness. At the kindness you haven’t been able to witness for a couple of years now. “Thanks, Jake. I'll remember that."

As you went your separate ways, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. You wanted to tell him the truth, but you knew you couldn't. Not yet. For now, you would have to carry the weight of your secret alone.

Jake sat alone in his room, the weight of his actions crashing down on him with unbearable force. He had always prided himself on being strong, on keeping his emotions in check, but now he felt like he was unraveling. He had misjudged Y/N so badly, and the realization of how much he had hurt her was like a punch to the gut.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about all the times he had let his resentment and jealousy guide his actions. He had been so blinded by his own insecurities that he failed to see the pain he was causing someone else. Y/N didn't deserve any of it. She was just trying to navigate her own struggles, and he had made it so much harder for her.

Jake's heart ached as he remembered the look on her face, the vulnerability he had overlooked. He had always managed to hurt people, even when he didn't mean to. It was like a curse he couldn't escape. The guilt was suffocating, and he couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He broke down, sobbing quietly in the darkness of his room.

He glanced at his injured hand, which he had managed to hide earlier. The pain was a constant reminder of his own mistakes. Tomorrow, he would have to figure out how to hide it at school. He didn't want anyone to see his weakness, especially not Y/N. He had already caused her enough pain.

But as he sat there, crying and clutching his injured hand, Jake realized that hiding his pain wasn't the answer. He needed to make things right, to show Y/N that he was truly sorry. It wouldn't be easy, and he knew it would take time, but he was determined to change. He couldn't keep hurting the people around him, especially not Y/N.

With a heavy heart, Jake wiped away his tears and made a silent promise to himself. Tomorrow, he would start making amends. He didn't know how, but he would find a way to show Y/N that he was sorry, that he wanted to be better. For her, and for himself.

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Music to my Ears

Asmrtist!Soobin x fem!reader

Summary: Seems like Soobin is using you for content... What shall you do?

Warnings: Heavily making out, VERY suggestive, no smut!

a/n - it's finally out omg 😭 I'm sorry for making everyone wait so long!! Special thanks to @razsberrie for helping me brainstorm for this!! I'll be making a drabble series out of this as well, so please look forward to it!

[Asmrtist!Soobin master list]

Soobin's mouth is like heaven against yours, quiet moans and whispers escaping both his and your lips. Everything was perfect, except for the way Soobin looked so distracted. He kept glancing to the shelf at the corner of your room in between kisses, almost like something was there.

Why wasn't he paying any attention to you!

You guys were literally in the middle of making out and he couldn't even close his eyes and just be in the moment with you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to force his gaze to meet yours again. "Baby... Why do you seem so distracted?"

Soobin's eyes widen, caught off guard by your question. "Uhm, it's nothing." He quickly stands up and walks towards said shelf from earlier, grabbing something off of it before heading to his personal office.

What was that all about....

Suspicious of his behavior, you quietly follow behind him. Why was he acting like this? You thought you guys were having a moment earlier, absolutely lost in each other's touch. Maybe... he was feeling uncomfortable with you but was too kind to say it to your face.

When you peak through the crack of his open office door though, you find it's actually the exact opposite. He's obsessed with you.

Through the small gap in the door you can see Soobin's uploading an audio to his computer, and if you're hearing things right... It's an audio of you. Did he record you guys kissing? You see him click on an icon on his computer screen. A profile picture. Just below the small circular imagine there's a username. 'page.soob'. Wait but thats.... the nsfw asmrtist you follow on youtube!

As if on cue, your phone buzzes with a notification. He's posted a new video.

This is weird. Really weird. What's even more absurd though, is that you can feel yourself growing... wet? Are you turned on right now?

You hurry back to your room and lock the door shut behind you, clicking on the video. It seems like he edited the audio somehow, your voice non-existent and only the wet sounds of your lips could be heard. Why did he do that...? Even though he removed your voice from the recording, you were still 100% sure it was you in it. He's insane for this... Posting an audio of you two, and actually getting famous out of it. The number of views, likes and comments are already piling up a crazy amount.

Would it be weird.... if you looked through the comments?

You shake your head at the thought. He was the one secretly recording you. Looking through the comments left on his video isn't strange at all.

'This gave me butterflies!'

'More! More!'

'How do your audios always end up so well?

'I'm addicted'

'I just got the chills'

'Pov: you're making out with your boyfriend? How about something new Soob. Just a make out sesh isn't going to get you anywhere with your viewers. We want MORE!!!!'

....What?

You continue to scroll through comment section.

'the making out audios were great at first.... but now I'm starting to get a bit bored...'

'oh my gosh, just fuck us already!!!!!'

'Gosh, what a tease~'

'Come one, give us what we really want!'

They want more, huh.

Shall you give the viewers what they want?

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soul x gn!reader

— actor/actress au, shyness, fluff to smut, mutual masturbation, outercourse

— cw : none

— a/n : i'm so sorry this rq took so long... the ask wasn't too descriptive so i was unsure of how i should write it. also this is my first uploaded smut fic which i'm kiiiiinda trash at writing. please forgive me </3

it had been two hours of rehearsing the same parts, over and over again. but for some reason, he didn't bore you. the two of you laughed and found ways to procrastinate, since you were left unsupervised.

"alright, seriously, let's try this again." you say, still grinning. you place your hand on his shoulder to help yourself up and get into character. once he positions himself in front of you and makes eye contact, you fight the urge to giggle. you ask if he remembers his parts, stalling. "not really." he smiles, and you can't help but beam back. after a while of staring at eachother a little awkwardly, he leans forward to take your hands. the sudden sound of a click and a creaking door startles you, and you quickly stand up straight. it turns out someone from an earlier rehearsal had forgotten something.

you realize how cold you felt when he wasn't touching you anymore. your thoughts are interrupted when the door creaks and clicks shut. once you realize that they're gone, you look over and observe him. he's clearly nervous. "it's cold in here." he whispers. you lace your fingers with his, pulling his hand close to you, and leaning onto him. "better?" you ask quietly. he nods, leaning his head onto yours. maybe it's because of your shared warmth, but your body heats up. or you're blushing, and totally in denial. you quickly redirect your attention once you hear his voice.

"what will it be like when it's time for the real thing?" he swallows. you try to calm his nerves. "hey, we have all the time in the world to get this right. don't stress." you squeeze his hand that you hold so gently, and look up at him with a warm smile. he offers you the same in return, and he nods in appreciation, a deep sigh escaping his lips. there's a comfortable silence in the room. it's cold, but warmer when he's next to you. he suddenly stands up, and you rise soon after, feeling him wrap his arms around you. you shut your eyes, sighing, and your body tenses when you feel his lips brush against your neck, the ticklish feeling making your skin tingle. "sorry." he quietly apologizes, but you reassure him. "you're right, it is cold in here."

you find yourself backstage with him, taking advantage of the short break the two of you decided you needed. the light is dim, and his hands slowly trail down your waist, his fingertips resting on your outer thigh. his lips finally connect with your skin, spreading heat through your body. it's a soft press, but it makes you shake in anticipation. his hands gently explore your body, his touch curious.

"is this okay?" he whispers, so quietly you almost couldn't hear him. you nod, placing your hands on his shoulders. his fingers slide through your empty belt loops, tracing shapes along your lower body through the fabric before slipping the button through the hole and pulling the zipper down. you lean back on a prop desk, your palms resting on the edge. you failed to notice your increased heart rate until his lips shyly press against yours, his cold hand slipping underneath the fabric and onto your warm skin, your mouth falling slightly agape and a stuttering breath escaping you.

once you collect yourself, you reach for the hem of his sweatshirt, slipping it over his head and hearing the sound of cloth hitting the floor, the movement of his hand making you dizzy. you pull him closer, more of his skin revealed, and your fingertips brush against his shirt, feeling the heat coming off of his body. you pant once your hips move slightly against his hand, and you lower the waistband of his pants enough to touch him. he lets out a soft noise, your body getting impossibly hot as you try to keep your voice down. your hand moves in tandem with his, and his voice spills out in soft moans, his hips slightly shifting. you watch his eyelashes flutter, and his red, bitten lips open slightly. his free hand desperately grabs at your waist, trying to pull you even closer, and yours reaches to grab his cheek and kiss him properly, successfully quieting him down.

you continue to touch him. his hips jolt, and he moans into your mouth, your touch giving him that push he needed. his legs shake just a bit, and he messily kisses at your neck and face while his hand moves quicker. just the sight of him makes your hips twitch and your head falls back, pursing your lips closed.

there's a slight echo to your labored breathing, and you hear faintly the dreaded click of the auditorium door.

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love your jinx story on ao3, you really get her character <3 would you consider writing something with the one bed trope? (i hope this is enough to count as a request) hope you’re well and best wishes^^

hi!!! thank u so much <333 apologies for this late upload TT college is taking up my time a lot ! note: this is a modern au ueueueue enjoy <333

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you call the shots, babe—i just wanna be yours - jinx x fem!reader

was it really hatred that kept the two of you away? or was it something else?

Jinx is…evidently annoyed.

It could be because she can’t find her house keys or maybe because of the fact you just blew up your paired project.

You stood beside her, drenched from the pouring rain after the two of you ran away from the explosion, not wanting to get detention this late in the school year. For a while, the only thing accompanying your occasional sighs is the jingle of her keys and the downpour against the roof. It wasn’t until the click of a door opening graced your senses.

“Oh, thank God.” You didn’t mean for it to escape your thoughts but the wind is getting unbearably cold and the last thing you want is to die from hypothermia. Your companion scoffed, “Yeah, whatever praise me later.” She remarked, pushing the door forcefully, her annoyance evident. She clicked on the lights, illuminating the unusually cozy apartment of hers. It’s uncharacteristically clean and cozy and so unlike Jinx.

The sound of her keys hitting a nearby table halted your sightseeing moment. You faked a cough, running a hand through your dampened hair, “Look, Jinx…I really am sorry—” Your words were cut off when a clean towel hit your face from none other than the blue-haired girl who only smirked at your face, “Save it for later, toots. Dry off.” She darted a glance at the door behind you, presumably the bathroom.

You nodded, awkwardly retreating to the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief after closing it.

‘Oh my god…this is so awkward.’

Everything has been awkward since the beginning, anyway. You get paired up with somebody you dislike, you blow up your project, and now you embarrassingly follow her to her house. It couldn't get any more awkward than that, hopefully.

Despite the sound of the shower drowning everything out, you can hear some clatter outside. It could be anything. Or it could also be Jinx plotting to kill you or whatever. You did, in fact, ruin your two’s project. It seems justified.

If only your car’s tires weren’t punctured, you wouldn't stay the night here. But this is way better than walking in the rain and potentially missing a week of coursework.

Leaving the shower and being greeted by the harsh air-conditioned living room felt like a nightmare. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe during a thunderstorm doesn't sound like a good idea but what choice do you have anyway?

You walked your way to where the TV noises were coming from and saw Jinx sitting on the couch, unfazed by your presence. Or rather, not noticing your presence with how fixated she is on the cartoons playing on the screen.

You let out a cough, causing her to dart her eyes toward you. Her face is still a scowl and all you can do is smile awkwardly, “You know…this is usually the part where you ask me if I want to eat.” Jinx let out a scoff, “Oh, sure, princess. How about I do your laundry for you too? Dream on, doll. Kitchen's that way, help yourself.” She replied before once again returning her sight to the screen in front of her, deeming it more significant than your presence.

You walked in front of her, blocking her view of the show, “Hey! Move it, blockhead! It’s the best part now!” Your crossed your arms as she let out a huff and plopped on her couch, “What the hell do you want this time? I already told ya, I am not cooking.”

You rolled your eyes, “I am trying to apologize. And for the record, I was making a joke earlier.” You replied which she only snickered on, “You’re bad at jokes, almost as bad as our grades the moment this semester ends!”

You groaned, “That’s exactly why I’m apologizing! Maybe if you didn’t put a feature for the bot to blow up, everything would be fine now!” You countered, the image of the robot the two of you built exploding still vivid in your mind. In your defense, you thought the button would only cause the robot to do basic functions, not blow up and completely damage a wall.

She rolled her eyes before pulling you down to her level, “Listen up, doll. Maybe if you stopped pressing all the wrong buttons, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.” She smirked, observing the way you stammered with whatever you’re gonna say with how close she was.

‘She’s so close…’

You removed your wrist from her grip, “I fucking hate you.”

Jinx only snickered, “Likewise.”

-

The night went on with silence other than the occasional crunch of the chips that Jinx had been eating and the noises from the glowing screen in front of the two of you.

Frankly, you want to sleep and you could only hope for Jinx to feel an ounce of drowsiness, too, not wanting to be presumptuous and open whatever door there is expecting a guest room on the other side of it. Otherwise, you’re gonna be sleeping uncomfortably the whole night on her couch.

You could ask her where the guest room is, sure. But after that banter? You’d rather not speak. After all, this is only a night of being this near her.

3 minutes...

5 minutes…

‘Oh my gods…I wanna sleep so bad…’

10 minutes have passed and between your occasional passing out, you heard Jinx stand up and turn off whatever she was watching. Still, drowsy, you scrambled to get up, silently following her to wherever she was going.

She abruptly stopped in front of an open bedroom, making you bump against her. You mumbled an ‘ow’ before looking at the girl who seemed to be confused as to why you were following her.

“What?” You asked, still rubbing your forehead from the impact. She tilted her head, “Why are you tailing me to my room, huh?” She asked. You laughed, “Good joke, Jinx. I know a guestroom when I see one.” You walked inside the bedroom, a hint of surprise at how messy it looked, “You surely don’t clean your guest bedroom, huh.”

Jinx scoffed, “That’s because this is my room, genius. So why don’t you get out and go back to that little couch of yours, hm?” She gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, annoyed at the sight of you in between the clutter of her room.

You gasped, almost too dramatically, “You want me to spend the rest of the night sleeping on the couch? Hell no!” You crossed your arms, persistent in standing your ground, “You can’t even offer your guest a bed? And here I thought you could get any worse!”

Jinx chuckled before walking towards you, “Well, I give my guests a bed sometimes, too…y’know. I’m not that cruel.” She replied, reveling in the way your brows furrowed, “Then give me a bed. I need a rest you psycho.”

“I only give them a bed if I spend a little alcohol with them and we end up on my bed, genius. And…” She eyed you, a smirk on her face, “You’re not my type.”

‘Oh.’

You immediately turned your back to her, retreating to wherever you dozed off earlier, “I’ll sleep on the couch. Enjoy your…uhm…bed or whatever.”

You can hear her laugh at the way you got flustered. You even heard her say a mocking ‘goodnight’ before her door closed. Good, now this is the part where you suffer.

You sighed, sitting on the couch. You had better sleep in campings than this. Not to mention how cold it is. Yep, this is it. This is where you probably die from hypothermia.

-

You don’t remember how long you’ve been asleep but you were awoken by somebody shaking you awake, “Hey, doll. Get up. Why do you sleep like a fucking cat?” You groaned, stretching as you sat up.

You saw Jinx standing in front of you, her hair unbraided. You almost didn’t even recognize her, “Get up. You’re getting the bed.” You chuckled, the drowsiness not leaving you, “I am not sleeping with you, idiot.”

The blue-haired girl groaned before pulling you up and pulling you to her room, “Well, neither do I, genius. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

You sat on her bed, staring at her as she prepared her pillows and blankets. In a way, you felt bad. You’re not entirely heartless either. You sighed, “Jinx, I get it. I was a bitch. You don’t need to do all that to make me feel guilty.”

Jinx rolled her eyes, “Wow, toots. Am I really that bad? Maybe I just want to help out your sorry ass. I’m not really in the mood for seeing someone freeze to death in my living room.”

“Thanks.” You replied, still feeling a tinge of guilt.

“Yeah, you better be.”

You fell silent for a while. The only sound was the rain and the occasional thunder that still surprised you. You can hear Jinx chuckle every time she notices you flinch. The latter was silent the whole time except for the occasional remarks of how you’re such a scaredy cat. She seemed to be focusing on brushing out the tangles that her braids left behind on her hair. When you actually see her like this, not when fighting someone, or causing some trouble…you can say she’s pretty.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

You averted her gaze, focusing on something else but her. You cleared your throat, “What? No.” You replied. It was a lie. And you’ve always been terrible at it.

She giggled, “Awh…come on, doll. It wouldn't hurt to admit.” You heard her move and in a second, she made you look at her. Instead of her usual harsh grips, this one’s gentler in comparison, “You are terrible at lying, you know that, right?”

She’s right. You can’t really deny it at this point. With Jinx in close proximity like this, you can smell that minty perfume she’s wearing. Her pink eyes seemed to taunt you every second. And those lips of hers that formed her signature smirk. You hate to admit it but yeah, she is pretty.

“Do you get a little kick when I admit you’re pretty?” You replied, taking her hand that continued to rest on your chin. She hummed, leaning closer, “You are insufferable, y’know that?”

‘Why is she so close…’

You fear that she could hear your heart beating with how loud it’s been booming in your ears, “You’ve called me that many times now, Jinx. Pick a better insult.” She only laughed, maintaining that short and absolutely tempting distance between the two of you, “Well, have I called you pretty before, genius?”

You scoffed, masking down the way she made you flustered with just that, “Taking a liking on me now?” She hummed, brushing the piece of your hair that fell, “And what if I do? You gonna do anything about that, doll?”

Wait…what?

You let out a nervous chuckle, confusion was evident in your eyes which she seemed to notice, “You’re pretty and snarky, and a bitch. It’s honestly not hard to notice you.” Oh god…this is definitely a dream, isn’t it?

But no. No matter how many times you inwardly screamed at yourself to wake up, you’re still here. Inches away from Jinx, her eyes burning holes through you. You wanted to say something, anything at all, “I…I think you’re pretty, too.”

‘What the actual fuck was that?’ You thought, mentally facepalming at how much of an embarrassment you are. Jinx giggled, “Oh really?”

You sighed. There’s really no going back to this, huh?

“Well…yeah. I only really ever hated you because of how much you piss me off when you steal my chance to answer in recitations.” It was an embarrassing reason to hate someone, you admit that. But it really did piss you off for quite a long time, “And bout the bitchy part I’m sorry…I really didn’t mean to come off like that.”

Jinx laughed, sitting beside you, “Okay, okay! Calm down genius.”

You sighed, “And also about the project, oh my god, I really am sorry I shouldn't have pressed any random buttons knowing you’re so much better than me at those things. Really, if I had a car I wouldn't burden you by staying in your house but I have no choice, and I—”

Her kiss was enough to shut you up.

You were surprised, of course you are. It’s not every day that you get kissed by Jinx, the person you absolutely used to hate, on her bed, on a rainy night.

It’s shocking but it’s not reason for you to return the kiss, too. Maybe, in a way, you’ve been vying to know what her lips felt like against yours.

It wasn’t long until your blue-haired companion broke the kiss, “Would you still kiss me if I told you I’m the one that slashed your tires?”

Her laughter is contrasted by your shock. But in a while, you just sighed. Yeah, it did make sense that she’s the one who did it. You just laughed before pulling her close, “Fuck yeah I would.”

-

The next morning, Jinx woke up alone. Typically, she’d immediately think that whoever was in her bed last night was rude enough to not even say goodbye. However, the smell of freshly cooked bacon reaching her room debunked that thought of hers.

She groaned, stretching out the remaining tiredness and drowsiness, “Fuck…what time is it.” Her hands reached out to the bedside table, expecting her phone but her hands caught on a paper instead.

‘Hey, idiot! I left early for class, and I made sure to make you breakfast. See ya later <3’

again, so sorry for uploading this so late!!! pre-college responsibilities are piling up <//3 rest assured, I'll still upload whenever i can! just drop me some requests <3

this fic is also posted in my ao3 account !

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quackity x ftm reader

Stress Relief

you and alex have been dating for almost 2 years, and you finally managed to move together.

alex isn’t a very social guy, he likes having time alone for himself, so even tho you two sleep together, your offices were separated so you could have time alone during the day.

Alex was usually the one who got stressed out the most, different projects, either done by him or his friends, or some hateful comments. When he was stressed you were the most loving boyfriend in world and you made sure he felt good. Sometimes you would blow him so that all the stress would go away at that moment, or maybe ride him.. anything to make him feel good.

But these days there were a lot of things that were stressing you out, uploading videos and college, and it was all overwhelming you. Alex notice that you weren’t being that excited about anything anymore, you used to yap about your day at night before you two went to sleep, but this last days, he just found you sleeping before your usual bedtime.

After realizing this, Alex had an idea. He decided to finish work earlier that day so he could at least awake at night.

he went to your shared room and he find you laying the bed looking at your phone.

You had dark circles under your eyes and visually you were overwhelmed by stress, Alex let out a giggle and hugged you from behind letting out a chuckle. He started kissing your neck and making you drop your cell phone. You were tired so you blurted out a rather cold reply, "What do you want...?" - you growled, Alex started to bite and suck your neck a little harder, until you couldn't be upset anymore, you just let yourself go.... 

And from one moment to the next he was on top of you completely naked as he pulled down your pajama shorts and put your legs over his shoulders. Before you could say anything he said a sweet “shhh príncipe stay still I will be gentle okay?” — and you nodded, giving him consent to keep going.

He started thrusting slowly in and out of your sloppy and wet cunt, alex noticed how it was squeezing him in and oh god it felt amazing for both you. — “oh my god..- I forgot how wet you can be chiquito.. puta madre..” — both of you were feeling amazing, Alex started going quicker than before and also started rubbing your clit trying to make you cum.. which was weird cause he always wanted the moment to last.. but you didn’t complain.

after a few minutes you couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a pathetic moan “Alex.. I.. I am close.. fuck..” — he nodded, he was also a moaning mess, as if he was the one getting fucked. — “me too baby.. oh my god..” — you came first, and quickly after that, Alex came inside you.

He pulled out, and thought it was over, you were panting and trying to take deep breaths until you felt him thrust inside again.. this time with no time to adjust, he just started thrusting at the same quick pace he had literally one minute ago. It was too much for you. — “Ale.. I can’t..” — you whimpered, he laughed between breaths and said — “shh don’t worry, I know you can. I just need to make sure to fuck every little stressing thought out of that pretty little brain okay?” — you could just moan and nod as a response, the feeling was amazing but it was a bit overwhelming. — “Good boy.” — he said.

this continued for hours, or at least you felt like it. You have lost the count of how many times he made you cum, you weren’t even thinking anymore, you were dumbfounded by his cock to the point you could only mumble non sense. Alex was definitely good in what he is doing, and it felt amazing.

You two finally couldn’t do anything more, both of you were tired, Alex gently pulled out and kissed your head. Carrying you to the bathroom and cleaning you up, at that moment you were just saying incoherent things and Alex was laughing at it as he took good care of you, like the amazing boyfriend he is. ———————-

This is my first post omg, I have this thing written since probably last week but I was embarrassed to create an account to share my delusional latenight thoughts.

it’s 8pm in London and it’s really cold aaa

[yellowbunnydreams]

The Blood Runs Thicker (part 9) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~Surprise double upload! Because I can and I am a cruel, cruel writer~

Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy @randymeeksisafinalgirl @sleepy---head @robin-the-enby @hungrhay @likoplays @slxsher-whxre @nicolezghostz @spiderlilytengu

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. A lot of sexual tension...like a lot. Possessive behaviour. The suit stays ON

The water pounded against William's chest as he laid his head back against the tiles. His chest heaved slightly with each breath as he tried to let himself even out after preparing lunch for you. It'd been adorable almost, how you'd curled up under the covers again so quickly and needed to be shaken awake. The way your eyes lit up as you saw some of the snacks and drinks you'd brought on the tray along with a more healthy lunch than whatever Michael had fed you for breakfast.

Thinking of Michael had William's fists clenching, pounding them against his thigh lightly as his jaw twitched and his lip curled up in a snarl. But he'd dealt with Michael, for now at least. And he tried to make himself relax and turn off his senses, eyes closed and feeling the coldness of the tile seeping into his skin, focusing on the hot water and trying not to let his aching body take over his mind again as he thought of you curled up in his bed.

You on the other hand, had just finished cleaning up after lunch. Wiping your hands on your jeans and listening to the house for a moment, you wondered where William had disappeared to, having looked inside the fridge and noticing that the shoe-box of his demented capri-suns was restocked, one sat on the shelf in plain view, like he'd thought about taking it but then had become distracted.

Picking it up, you tucked it under your arm. Unsure what you planned on doing with it, but wondering if perhaps you could take another shower despite taking on earlier in the day. You felt dirty, used. Somewhat glad that William had avoided answering any curiosities you may have had as to where his son had gone to, even though there was still some tiny quiet part of your mind that wondered whether he was alive or more dead than he previously was.

Heading back upstairs, you sighed as the cold packet under your arm made you feel cold again. Still not entirely sure what you planned on doing with it if you didn't find William, but carrying it with you anyway.

Your thoughts wandered back to them being curled in bed, his warmth against your front and the feeling of his large hands against your back. How peaceful he had looked when you were sure he was asleep, the way his glasses dug into his nose when he'd fallen asleep. Your cheeks heated up as you recalled the way his legs had looked, the way he so gracefully moved around the bed and even his briefly flustered face when you'd thrown the pillow at him in embarrassment. Smiling to yourself as you were lost in thought, not hearing anything as you pushed open the bathroom door.

You blinked as you opened the door and were faced with a wall of hot air, confused as you stood there blinking. Suddenly aware that you could hear the water running and turning your head towards the tub, cheeks heating up and almost tripping over your feet as you spotted William with his head pressed back against the tile. Seemingly not having spotted you yet as you turned to leave quickly. Glad you couldn't see more than his head and a bit of his shoulder from behind the curtain.

"You could have asked nicely if you wanted to join me, rather than barge in." He murmured, making you squeak and freeze as you silently cursed yourself for forgetting how sensitive his hearing seemed to be.

"I-I um.. sorry, I'll just go. I didn't mean to intrude." Voice wavering as you headed for the door, William's arm shooting out in the small space and holding the door closed as he lazily opened his eyes and glanced at you. Smirk spreading across his face as he saw how flustered you were.

"You'll only waste the hot water, get in, bunny. I'll even close my eyes for you." Your head snapped towards him as he made a show of moving his thick, muscular arm and placing his hand over his closed eyes. Moving so that he was fully behind the curtain once again. Torn between disobeying him and potentially making the predator angry, or obeying and praying that you didn't see anything nor that he would see anything either.

Stripping down quickly, you placed your clothes in a pile with his and opened the curtain at the opposite end of the tub, eyes squeezed so tightly closed it made your head hurt, hand reaching in blindly as you tried to step in. Foot giving out on the slick tub for a moment before a large hand whipped out and caught your upper arm, making you yelp as he righted you and made sure you were upright. Loosening his grip once he was sure you were securely in the tub, keeping yourself facing the wall and all too aware of the looming presence behind you. Too short for where he'd set the shower to actually get wet, but you daren't step back in case you ran into all too bare flesh.

William opened his eyes, having to as he heard you slipping as you entered the tub. His eyes instinctually raked down the curve of your spine, feeling his lip curl into a snarl as he saw the marks on your shoulder from where Mike had bitten you. Feeding you his blood had certainly made it almost guaranteed that there would be no scar from it, although it also appeared you wouldn't scar from anything he'd done to you either. A small flare of disappointment running through him as he found himself wishing one of his marks had remained against your pretty skin.

He could always make more, when you were stronger again.

Ignoring you for a moment, he grabbed his shampoo and began to wash his hair. Brushing against your back slightly and feeling how you tensed as he had to lean forwards slightly to wash it out. Glad that the water around you helped to dampen your smell, taking a deep breath anyway in case he could catch some of the intoxicating scent, frowning as he couldn't. Frown turning into a scowl as he noticed you keeping a distance, staring at a singular spot on the wall like your life depended on it.

"Are you all shy now bunny?" He teased, reaching forwards and grabbing your arms, making you gasp as he pulled you back into his body. Feeling his broad chest against your back, the way the hair felt against your back and the curve of your spine seemed to fit perfectly against his stomach. Cheeking burning and body shaking as you held your hands up, gripping onto your shoulders and thighs pressing together as you tried to protect your modesty.

But the water was warm, and it washed off some of the grossness that Mike had left behind. Feeling William shift against your back and lean in, breathing over your ear as he chuckled.

"Now this, this is naked, bunny." Referring to your accusation earlier, only making your cheeks burn harder and the blush spread down your neck and onto your chest. Swallowing hard as you tried to not create a mental image of what William Afton looked like against your back, how muscular his body was, how it felt like muscle designed for function over form, or let your mind wander to the trail of hair you had caught a glimpse of before.

Shaking your head, you curled in on yourself more, making Afton laugh before he straightened up. Hearing a bottle click above your head before you gasped, cold being poured onto your head as you recognised the smell of your shampoo, his thick fingers tangling into your hair and massaging it into your scalp. Your tense shoulders relaxing after a moment as a soft groan of appreciation fell from your lips.

"You're still a bastard."

"We went over my legitimacy earlier, bunny. I didn't realise you'd quite gotten that stupid." He chuckled, especially as you started to move your hand backwards as if to slap him before realising that he was very naked too, and watching as your cheeks flushed at the realisation your hand could land somewhere very different than its target.

"How anybody put up with you long enough to produce a child, I'll never know." you scoffed, feeling him pause before that low chuckle reached your ears again, dark and sending shivers down your spine as he spoke lowly and slowly.

"Oh I had three." Leaning in closely and whispering into your ear to see how you reacted, watching your expressions carefully as he almost growled out the words. "Maybe if you turned around, you'd have one of the reasons why about level with your stomach."

Your cheeks flushed something horrid, a tiny squeak escaping your lips as even your chest started burning up. Heart pounding as you turned your head slightly and found him incredibly close to yours. Watching him grin wickedly as he was able to drink in your flustered apperance.

"You're disgusting."

"I'm actually quite clean thank you, as proven by me being in the shower." That sarcastic grin still on his face as he refused to move from how close he was to you. Glad there was little space between your hips as he was sure he would have perhaps been a little bolder had you been pressed up against him so wholely.

"You said you're already dead. So as far as I know, dead guys don't get hard." You fake pouted, trying to recover some of your sarcasm as he had thrown you so completely by forcing such a close situation. Watching William's expression open up and his eyes widen, mouth opening in slight shock before he snapped back to his usual frown, lip curling up in a snarl before he spoke in that growling tone again.

"There are more ways than using my cock to fuck you, bunny. I was an engineer, I'm quite good with my fingers...or I could always taste you in a different way." Pushing out his long tongue and licking your cheek for emphasis and making you flinch away slightly, chuckling at how your face flushed, though something about you smelt slightly different as he did it. Making him raise any eyebrow curiously as to what had changed, eyes flickering to your lips as he remained close, watching how they trembled with your breath. "How does that sound, little bunny?"

"Like....m-my worst nightmare." You managed to swallow through your words, earning another chuckle as he could so clearly see the lies in your words, standing back to his full height before his large, rough hand moved up to your shoulders, touching and feeling the skin there and how it was feeling as it healed up. Feeling your body trembling and shaking as he almost massaged you, enjoying teasing you and playing the game of cat and mouse you had unofficially established together.

The prize was your body...although William wanted it in a much different way this time.

He quickly finished up and allowed you to wash yourself, stepping out confidently and unashamed. Your eyes naturally following the movement initially, flustering yourself all the more as you caught a glimpse of his back, broad and scarred. The way the muscles moved under his pale skin making your chest tighten before you managed to snap your attention back to the task in hand. Hoping he would leave the bathroom quickly so you could dry off in peace at least.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Afton stood infront of the mirror, a soft sigh coming from his lips as seemingly the empty bathroom stared back at him. It was still such a naturally movement after all these years to look there, as if he could see his face staring back at him. Running his hand over his growing beard, he wondered if he should attempt to shave, wincing as he thought back to the last time he'd done so and how he'd sliced open a good chunk of his face because he couldn't see. It wasn't like he could go to a barber's either.

Stepping out of the shower, you turned off the water and grabbed the nearest towel, wrapping it tightly around your body as you gazed at Afton. Chest tightening as you realised he was only in a towel, staring into the mirror with disdain and a little defeat. You looked into the glassy surface and your eyes widened slightly as you saw that there really was no reflection for him, his eyes searching it like he might find himself if he looked hard enough. The way his hand scrubbed at his face telling you that something was bothering him.

Despite the fact you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, you padded softly over to him. Carefully manoeuvring so that you could jump up on the counter and keep your modesty, his grey eyes flickering to you, eyebrow raised as he realised you were voluntarily seating yourself near him.

"What do you want, brat?"

"Do you...Would you like me to help?" You asked, taking a pause between words as you tried to figure out how best to approach it without sounding condescending. William paused at your question, frowning before you remembered that you'd brought in a blood bag, picking it up off of the counter and wiggling it like you might do so to bait on a hook. "I brought snacks if that helps?"

His lips twitched and threatened to curl into a smile before he regained control again, shrugging his broad shoulders and opening a drawer on the counter, pulling out a straight-razor and some shaving cream, handing both to you.

"Don't try and slit my throat." Growling as he positioned himself so that you had him between your knees, watching as you put some shaving cream on your hands and gently spread it on one side of his face. Wanting to divide and conquer the task at hand. You carefully picked up the razor and placed your hands on his face, running the blade against his skin loosely, trying not to shave too close to the skin in case you cut him.

Silence settled between you, your hands trembling softly and lips parted slightly in concentration as the blade moved over his face. Washing it regularly to check on the cut and how it was progressing. It was a lot slower than when he'd been able to do it for himself, but he felt himself relaxing slightly under the careful touches. Eyes closing and allowing you to turn his head back and forth to get the best shave. There was something theraputic about it for the both of you, and incredibly trusting to allow knives near either, but it didn't cross either mind on how easily you could attack him and escape in that moment.

After a while, you grabbed a hand cloth and wiped down his face, frowning as you realised you had been a little too careful and left stubble across his face rather than a clean shave. Afton opening his eyes again and rubbing his hand over his face, smiling as he realised you'd left a bit of stubble.

"I'd almost say you prefered me like this." He teased, and you smacked him lightly, rolling your eyes and gasping as he caught your wrist in his hand, holding it close as he allowed himself a genuine smile in front of you. "Thank you, bunny."

"I can't imagine how..frustrating...it must be, to not see yourself." You murmured, earning a hum in reply as he shuffled, placing his free hand down by your hip as he leaned in, studying your face as he continued to smile, almost warmly.

"Oh it is incredibly... That's why I like watching your expressions so much, I get to see it. It's the thing that unless you look in a mirror, you can't see.. like me." his voice was soft, almost purring as he seemed to think for a moment, his lips ghosting yours and making your chest tighten, breathing becoming difficult as his lips softly hovered just above yours. Your breath becoming his and his becoming yours for a brief moment before he pulled away. Grinning widely as he watched your expression, the conflicted desperation for closeness, the nervousness as he moved back from you, allowing your wrist to fall back into your lap.

"I'll leave you pyjamas on the bed, and grab you some snacks. It's been a very long day for you, for both of us." Walking out of the room and closing the door behind him, padding towards his bedroom as he left you on the counter, shaking and breathless from a kiss that never came.

And you weren't sure why you had wanted it so much, but you swore to yourself as you tried to gather your thoughts regarding the predator you seemed to have developed some form of crush on.

[enbyjjunie]

DKB as where they prefer to cum

not requested

this is just my thoughts on the matter and it's okay if you disagree, this is just fiction. i'm not saying this is how dkb is and this post should not be taken seriously this was worked on in two separate dms so thanks to my fave yuku girl for asking about the topic and @starryjiung for always wanting to listen to me yap and elaborate on my thoughts

NSFW UNDER THE CUT !!! don't proceed if you don't want to read filth

이찬 changmin would probably like to cum on his partner's stomach. he likes the idea of his cum marking them like that and the thought of "if that was inside, it would've gone that far" can also drive him a little insane. changmin's pull-out game is pretty strong imo, which is why i think he could shoot exactly where he'd want to.

디원 dongil is someone i could see wanting to shoot his cum into his partner's mouth. it's part seeing them look up at him in anticipation to get a mouthful and part knowing that they're gonna take every single drop that he's giving them, even better if they swallow. that being said, he'd find it incredibly erotic if his cum would drip down their mouth bc they couldn't take all of it.

지케이 gwanghyun is someone who'd cum inside, but not like junseo would, but more because he wouldn't wanna pull out and away from his partner, since he'd feel that would ruin the intimate energy going on. he'd be someone to hold the person he's with as he cums and just wanna stay in their hold until they both come down from their orgasms.

희찬 heechan fucking loves cumming on his partner's back. i have an idea that he really likes doggy style and pulling out and painting his partner's back in his white shots is hot to him. although, unlike changmin, heechan's pull-out game is not good. his orgasm always seem to catch him off guard. he gets lost in the pleasure and so it takes him a second to react and he most likely has already cum a little inside when he pulls out to shoot on the person's back.

룬 sungmin, i have this idea that he would love to cum on hands. like having been given a handjob to get him to his orgasm, and there's something beautiful to him about watching his thick cum slowly roll down his partner's fingers, and being handled with care in their literally capable hands is just something he loves (man loves being doted on, no surprise).

준서 junseo... there's a reason i mentioned earlier that he's an inside man too but he's one in a way where he likes the idea of impregnating his partner. he'd push himself really deep inside them when he feels himself cumming and hold them tightly, wanting them as close as possible during that moment. he'd do what he can to have his partner cum at the same time as him, loving the feeling of being clenched around.

유쿠 yuku loves cumming on his partner's face. he loves to paint their face with his cum and kiss them afterwards, feeling his own release against him where he touches them. if he's feeling particular pathetic and subby, i can imagine that he'd even take the time to lick it off himself, cleaning his his own mess up with his own tongue.

해리준 harry would pull out just so that his tip is left inside his partner and cum like that. he would love to pull out and watch as his seed gushes out of them, would sometimes make him hard again and then he'd fuck his cum back inside. something about watching his cum slowly seep out in globs would make him dizzy and feral.

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a/n: hey everyone, i know i haven't really gotten any further with kinktober and i apologize. it's gonna be a slow uploading speed i fear. i got hit with a bunch of stress and bad life circumstances and have been struggling tbh. i'll try my best to get things written and published but you're gonna have to be very patient with me lmao

[luv4fandoms]

Let it snow (CH 2) Older!Billy Loomis x Fem!OC

Chapter 2 is here! Thought this one would be shorter, but no, this one ended up longer 🤣 But I hope everyone enjoys it, Billy is more of a tease in this one.

This is for Fluffcember, but I am doing my own twist on it.

(I chose peppermint patties as a nod to Billy eating junior mints in the video store scene)

Chapter 1

This story is also on ao3

I also have a Ko-Fi, just in case anyone wants to tip with a $1 coffee ❤️

Word count: 8,085

Pairing: Older!Billy Loomis x Fem!OC

Warnings: Alludes to bad past relationship, Billy being a teasing little shit lol

Prompts: Sugar rush/Mint

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

You found yourself in the same dark room as before, the air still thick and almost suffocating. You still couldn't see anything, but you began to walk through the darkness knowing eventually you would find the door again. You did, after a while, and you once again began making your way towards it.

“HEY!” You heard the male voice shout at you once more, a chill running down your spine and your hair standing up as you started to run towards the door faster, once again moving in slow motion. You jumped, tried to take larger steps, anything to reach the door faster..and suddenly, you felt the knob under your palm.

“Evie” another familiar male voice spoke.

You sat up in bed, trying to catch your breath as you looked around, no dark room, just your new bedroom with Cassie snoring beside you. Running your hand along your face you tried to scrub away the dream. With a sigh you grabbed your phone and looked at it, eight am, a little earlier than usual but you figured sleep would not be coming, so instead you checked your emails, messages, things of that sort, thanked Hitomi for the airdropped videos of the tree as well as some of Kate and her shop that she took last night, and then figured you would make some coffee while you transferred the footage over to your laptop. You moved carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping pup beside you, knowing full well that once she awoke her energy would be at a hundred. While you waited you opened your curtains and opened your door to get some wood for the fireplace, but upon stepping off of your porch you stopped…footprints. There in the snow by your porch, they were much larger than your own. You followed them out, looking as you noticed they went all the way down your driveway and back. Shivering, and not just from the cold you quickly gathered some wood and made your way back to the porch, walking around the house and not seeing any more. The thought that someone was standing on your porch last night made your hair stand up. But Cassie hadn't alerted you to anything, how had she not heard them? Or had she not sensed danger from them? Moving back inside you started the fireplace, your mind trying to tell you that it was just someone wandering around, not a threat. Or perhaps it was someone who knew the previous owners and then realized after seeing your truck that they no longer lived here…yeah…it had to be something like that. You got back to the kitchen, your coffee was done as was your videos. You sat down with your cup and began piecing together your video, your brain wandering to the footprints every now and then. Once your video was where you wanted it to be you saved it and uploaded it to your YouTube, deciding to move onto starting the long process of putting together some shelving units. You unlocked the doggy door and poured Cassie her food, listening as she groaned before her feet hit the floor and in an instant was eating. You couldn't help but laugh while you got another cup of coffee, and before you could turn around you heard the doggy door flap move, telling you that she had already bolted. Shaking your head at her energy you made your way upstairs, today you would put together all of your yarn shelves and get them organized.

“So what are you going to do now?”

“I…I don't know…I don't even know who I am”

“You'll find that out in time”

“How much time?”

“As long as it takes. But you can start with something simple, what do you like to do? What brings you joy?”

“I…Crocheting is fun…so is knitting”

“Well there you go! Start with that, focus on that, the rest will come”

You finished rebuilding the last cube organizer, placing it against the wall and stepping back, you nodded, now that that was done you could get your yarn in its proper color coded place.

“You should start a youtube channel!”

“Yeah right” you laughed

“No I'm serious! Even if you don't talk, just a relaxing crochet along with me sort of thing, I think it would be good, for you, and who knows, maybe someone out there too”

You looked over at your phone that dinged just as you put the last skein of yarn in its place.

“Two questions Chica! One, how did you manage to pick the cutest fuckin town to move to?!? And two HOW THE FUCK YOU GOT THE HOTTEST COPS?!?!?” You couldn't help but laugh at the text message.

“No good morning Lil?”

“Good morning!!!🤗 NOW ANSWER! 🤨”

“Luck”

“Luck….Luck…I'm coming to visit, and I'm stealing the puppy dog one”

“Lmao Hernandez is your type”

“He looks like he could use a Mami 😉”

“LILIANA!

“What? I'm doing you a favor, then you can bag Officer.Jones, that man is total Daddy material 😈”

“I'm ending this conversation”

“It's not just me Chica, look at your comments lol”

People were commenting on the video already? You went back downstairs to your laptop, waking it back up and checking your video. Over three hundred likes so far as well as…fifty comments?! That was the most you had gotten on something that wasn't a tutorial.

NovaSphere: Ok but that lighting ceremony was so magical!

EpicEchos: That yarn shop tho😍

WittyWonders: Can I live in that cafe!?! That is the cutest thing I have ever seen!

Ok…ok those are tame…oh…oh this is what Lil was talking about.

FunkyFables: The town and shops are cute but I'm sorry can we talk about Officer.Jones!

PlayFrame: @ funkyfables RIGHT like hello officer, I seem to have broken the law and need to be arrested.

CodeCrafter: @ playframe but first I need to be searched…thoroughly

SnazzySasquash: Officer.Jones is the Daddy our girl needs

Giggletales: Are we clocking how he looked at her when she said she was 31 and Hernandez said that Jones was only 15 years older? 😂

Craftyalchemy: @ giggletales mans was thinking, I can do a 15 year age gap 🤣

Giggletales: @ SnazzySasquash Yes!! Ok but why do I wanna see a video in the future of these two together now! Like they would be so cute! He would be Daddy and she could be his Baby Girl

SnazzySasquash: @ Giggletales OMG GIVING MORGAN AND GARCIA VIBES!!

You quickly closed your laptop, face hot as you blinked, seriously? Seriously?!

“I don't even know what to say or do with that knowledge” you texted Lil back, waiting only a moment before she replied.

“I feel like your comment section would tell you what to do but it would not be under an R rating 🤣”

“I'm never going to be able to face that man again”

“at least he doesn't know your youtube” she typed back, but your eyes suddenly widened and the color drained from your face, your silence must have clued Lil in.

“omg does he have your youtube?!”

“I left my card at Kate's shop, so people could find my shop…it has my youtube channel on it”

“whelp, hope officer Daddy is cool with his new found youtube fame lol” you groaned as you laid your head on the table, suddenly you wondered if you could move again.

The rest of the day you just FaceTimed Lil while you finished organizing and even as you cooked dinner. You missed her, her and your family, but you knew that you had to get out of your old town, get away from those memories.

“So how are you doing? Be honest” she asked while you stirred your pot of chili.

“honestly? I'm ok”

“No bad dreams?”

“not bad..just…weird”

“weird how?” She asked, looking up from where she sat in her garage while working on her motorcycle. You explained your dreams, about the dark room and the door. She hummed, the wrench she tapped on her oil stained cheek only leaving more behind.

“I mean we know who the first voice is, I have a feeling I know who the second voice is” she smirked before quickly adding.

“But I'm stumped on the rest. I'll ask Mamá tonight when I go over for dinner, you know she's better at that whole dream interpretation thing”

“I appreciate it” you smiled. The two of you talked until she had to leave, agreeing to tell her family hello for you. With a sigh you looked around your now quiet house, Cassie had eaten and was now sprawled out on the couch again, the crackling fire having lulled her into a deep sleep…so you were left to yourself.

“Are you sure you are going to be ok? I know you say you have Cassie but…by yourself?”

“I can do it Lil…I think I have to…to know that I can”

“I can do it” you told yourself, sitting down with your bowl of chili at your laptop, deciding to read through the rest of the very thirsty comments.

Same dark room, same suffocating feeling, same door, same shout. You hated that you felt like you were stuck in a twilight zone episode, always repeating the same thing hoping for a different outcome. You grabbed the door handle again, the same voice as before saying your name, only this time, this time you heard something else…footsteps, coming closer.

You opened your eyes quickly, your gaze darting around your ceiling before it settled on your window, the curtains slightly opened and you shivered as you remembered the footsteps in the snow, you hadn't told Lil, knowing she would get worried, and besides, you had meant to close your curtains but you must have been so tired when you came to bed that you forgot. Getting up you made your way over to them, looking out but not seeing anything unusual, although you weren't sure what you were expecting. Letting out the breath you didn't know you were holding you closed the curtains…not even seeing the handprint that had been left there. You did your normal morning routine, before deciding that you would go out to film some today, you thought about how you could film the river, maybe sit there and crochet a bit before maybe moving on to the cafe. You decided on that, grabbing any supplies you may need before loading yourself and Cassie up, Melody and Hitomi had told you that Cassie was more than welcome, saying the cafe was pet friendly as they wanted it to have the vibe of a dog or cat cafe. Your first stop though was the river, making sure you got plenty of shots of the water before sitting down on one of the benches, letting Cassie run around and play while you filmed yourself crocheting a scarf with the yarn you bought at Kate's shop, you were about a quarter way in when you noticed a cop car pulling up close by, you felt your face flush, God you hoped this wasn't Billy asking you to take your video down due to all of the comments. You watched as the door opened, and you sighed in relief.

“Officer. Hernandez” you smiled at the man while he made his way over.

“Ms. Mills” he smiled, gesturing towards the bench, you nodded and watched as he sat down.

“You know you can call me Evie right?”

“Fine, but you call me Miguel ok?”

“Deal”

“So what are you doing out here?” He asked, leaning down to pet Cassie who had spotted him.

“Just doing some filming”

“Ah, your video is doing well” he nodded, and you once again felt the color leave you.

“Is it? I hadn't really checked” you lied, right now it was your most viewed video.

“It is, the comments are hilarious”

“Oh God you've seen them? I swear I didn't know my audience was that thirsty” you groaned, listening as he laughed.

“I don't think thirsty begins to describe it. Though I gotta say, I think Billy was flattered”

“Oh God, I was afraid he saw them” you hid your face in your hands, now you were sure you wouldn't be able to look at him again.

“I don't think he would have…If Anthony hadn't shown him”

“I don't know who Anthony is but I hate him” you grumbled making him laugh again. He decided to spare you after that, changing the subject and asking how you were liking the town so far, you told him how you were happy you moved there, when the footprints popped into your head, you hesitated for a moment, contemplating if you should get a cop involved or not, you could hold your own after all.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, suddenly concerned about your halted sentence.

“No no it's nothing really”

“Evie…come on, I'm a cop, if anything is wrong you can tell me”

‘Not always’

“No, really-”

“Evie” you stopped, before sighing and shaking your head.

“I noticed some footprints outside of my house the other day, I just figured someone who knew the previous owners came by, saw they no longer lived there and left”

“Were there any tire marks?”

“No”

“Where do you live?”

“Out on farmhouse road, the sellers were the Mason’s” you explained, watching as he blinked.

“They walked down your driveway and back?”

“Yeah I know, that was the only thing that struck me as odd, but nothing was broken into or anything so” you shrugged.

“That's still-”

“odd”

“Yeah, I'll have someone come by and check things out just to be on the safe side”

“You don't have to do that”

“No it's ok, a girl living alone out that way, there may be something you missed that we are trained to see. It would make all of us feel better if we knew one of our own was safe” he explained, leaving no room for arguments, you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“Thanks” your attention turned to the sound of a loud engine as a police truck pulled close to you, the window suddenly rolling down as Billy leaned slightly out.

“Hernandez come on, we have to go get the Collin kids out of damn Gander Peak” he spoke, the quiet sound of Stranglehold coming from the lowered radio.

“Again? Didn't we just pull them out last week?” Miguel asked while standing.

“Yes, and you would think they would learn, but they are Danny's kids”

“That's true” Miguel sighed, before turning back to you.

“Take care of yourself ok”

“I will, probably head to the cafe”

“good choice” he smiled before walking towards the truck, you swallowed and dared a looked over at Billy, his gaze was covered by sunglasses, but you can tell he was looking at you.

‘now or never’ you thought, standing and making your way over to him.

“Hi, ok so, I didn't know my audience was like that” you started, listening as he just chuckled before waving you off.

“it's fine, I don't mind”

“ok, I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything, they have never acted that way before…though come to think of it the only guys I've really had in videos was my friend's brothers…but still”

“Evie” he spoke, the tone sending you straight back into your dream.

“It's fine”

“ok” you whispered, trying to pull your mind out of that dark room.

“You ready Hernandez?” He asked, looking over at the man who was buckling up.

“Ready boss” he nodded before Billy turned back to you.

“Good music by the way” you nodded towards his radio once you finally righted yourself mentally. You watched as he gave you that small smirk before he reached over and turned it up a little louder, the guitar rift flowing out of the open window.

“Thanks…Baby girl” he replied, watching as your face flushed before he pulled out and left, leaving you there wishing you hadn't uploaded that video. You filmed at the river for a little longer but decided to head to the cafe when it started getting colder, so you loaded Cassie back up and headed further into town.

“Ok now you got to behave” you told Cassie as you reached the cafe, she huffed but followed you inside.

“Evie! Cassie!” Melody called upon spotting you.

“Hey” you smiled back, making your way to the counter.

“We were wondering when we would see you two again,” Hitomi smiled.

“We knew this would be the best place to escape the cold”

“Yes it is” Melody told Cassie, reaching down to pet her.

“So what can I get you?” Hitomi asked while Melody continued to love on Cassie.

“I'm in a Christmas-y mood today-” You started.

“Peppermint Mocha latte and a Gingerbread cookie?”

“That sounds amazing” you laughed

“Oh! We also have pet friendly cookies!” Melody told you, pointing to the rack of cookies off to the side in the case.

“Would you like a Gingerbread man of your own?” You asked Cassie, listening as she whined, her tail wagging.

“I'll take that as a yes” you laughed, watching as Melody grabbed one and handed it to you, you paid for everything and sat down at a booth.

“Sooo…your youtube is amazing” Melody started while she and Hitomi sat across from you.

“Thank you” you smiled, already having a feeling you knew where this was headed.

“Your latest video is doing really well” Hitomi added…yup…you knew where this was headed.

“You read the comments”

“Oh my God your subscribers are all about Officer.Jones!” Melody laughed.

“I don't think I have ever seen so many thirsty women in one place. Like I don't see the attractive but…go off”

“I was not expecting them to react like that to him, he wasn't even in the video that much!”

“It was enough for them” Hitomi laughed

“They ship you and him so much, like I wouldn't be surprised if someone drew fanart”

“Please don't give them ideas!”

“I busted out laughing at the Morgan and Garcia reference”

“But I could so see you two being that!”

“Do you know of he has seen the comments?”

“He has”

“How do you know? Did he ask you to take it down?”

“No, he said it was fine and he didn't mind”

“So how do you know he saw them?”

“I saw him at the river…he called me Baby girl”

“Shut! Up!”

“I think his new favorite hobby is going to be fucking with me because of this”

“This is probably the most fun he's had in awhile, this town isn't that exciting”

“Or! Or! There is another possibility”

“No there isn't, he and I just met, let's not go there”

“But why not? I have to agree with your subscribers, you two would be so cute together!”

“Though I have to agree with Melody, I also agree with Evie Mel, they just met”

“Outside of a coffee shop! It's a meet cute!” you heard the door open, signaling a customer.

“Saved by the bell” you sighed, watching as Hitomi laughed and Melody pouted, they got up to attend to the customer and you set up your camera, and quickly pressed record.

You ended up staying at the cafe for close to an hour, finishing up the scarf as well as giving Melody and Hitomi more screen time. But just as you were about to leave Melody stopped you.

“Do you bake?”

“Yeah, I love baking”

“Great! You should totally enter!”

“Enter?” You asked while looking down at the flyer she handed you.

“Willowcrest annual bake off! First place winner gets a $200 prize. Second place gets a $100 prize, and Third place gets a $50 prize.

Judges

Sophia Wilson & Officer.Jones”

“Am I supposed to enter to win? Or are you wanting me to enter because Billy's going to be a judge?” You asked.

“Billy?” Hitomi asked with a smirk, and you realized your slip up.

“...He told me his name last night”

“Mmhm”

“Well you should enter for both reasons”

“I don't know”

“Please! Listen” Melody started, lowering her voice and getting closer.

“Debbie Brown is Sophia's best friend and she wins every year, at this point everyone knows Debbie will win”

“So it would do any good for me to enter how?”

“Because Officer.Jones will give you a higher score,” Hitomi smirked.

“Exactly! He wouldn't let you lose”

“I like how you are so confident about that”

“We're not saying we agree with the one comment about the way he looked at you-” Hitomi started

“But we're agreeing with the comment,” Melody laughed.

“Ok, well I will think about it” you told them while walking backwards out of the door. You sighed once the door was shut, why did everyone think you and Billy were like these destined soulmates or something? You weren't…couldn't be…was he attractive? Yes, you weren't blind. But…it just wouldn't end well, you knew it..

Your back suddenly collided with something as you were walking and you felt a hand grab your waist to steady you.

“At this point I don't know if you're just clumsy, or if this coffee shop is dangerous” you heard his voice, causing you to turn your head slowly and look up at him.

“Sorry” you smiled while pulling away, feeling his hand and its warmth leave your waist.

“It's fine, just need to watch where you're going, could have easily hit that ice again” he chuckled when you groaned.

“Never going to live that down”

“Nope”

You rolled your eyes before he spoke again.

“You thinking about entering?”

“Huh?” You asked, looking at him again, he nodded down and you followed his gaze, the flyer.

“Oh! Oh I'm not sure, the girls want me to but…yeah”

“You should”

“I should?”

“Yeah, what better way to introduce yourself to the town than through competition” he laughed.

“I have a feeling enough people see me that way” you sighed quietly.

“thought you said you weren't” he smirked.

“I'm not”

“Have a feeling if Sophia finds your video she'll think differently, after all, sexualizing the officers of the town, I can hear her now” he teased, chuckling as he watched your mouth fall open.

“First off, I didn't sexual anyone, I already said that I was not expecting my subscribers to act like that”

“Relax, you get riled up easily you know that” he gave you that small smirk again, letting you know that this was far too much fun for him. You simply huffed, crossing your arms while Cassie decided to simply sit down and wait.

“I don't get riled up” You defended, watched as he raised a brow.

“You don't?” He asked while taking a step closer, watching as you held your ground.

“No, I don't”

“Gotta say, I think you're lying” replied taking another step and entering your space.

“I'm not, and back to the first subject, why do you think I should put my head in the guillotine by entering? What would I gain?”

“Well, a hundred bucks sounds nice don't you think? Plus bragging rights” he shrugged, now standing directly in front of you, so close that you weren't sure if even Cassie would fit.

“Are you sure it's not just because you're a judge?” you decided to ask boldly, watching as he studied you for a moment before smiling.

“maybe”

“maybe?”

“I wouldn't mind eating something of yours” he smirked, watching as your eyes slightly widened before you cut your eyes away from him. You felt your face slightly heat up at his words, you would think you just imagined the double meaning behind that, but the smirk he was giving said he very much meant it.

“I don't even know what I would make,” you muttered, still not looking at him.

“I'm sure you could think of something sweet. Gingerbread, sugar cookies, pineapple upside down cake” he finished with a shrug, watching at your head shot up to look at him, oh you seemed innocent but you caught onto every underlying thing he said.

“either way, I'm sure it will be good. And between you and me” he started before leaning down to your ear, your mind screaming at you to not shiver as you felt his hot breath fan across your neck.

“Debbie has won far too many times, it's time for a new woman to be on top” he smiled, only pulling away because his radio went off.

“This is Jones, go ahead” he spoke into it, still looking into your eyes and taking in your slightly flustered appearance.

“Hey we got a 10-16 at Meadow ridge, it's the Johnsons's again” you heard someone say, and watched as he rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“I'll head out”

“10-4”

“You better get going, domestic disturbance calls can get ugly quickly” you told him, watching as his eyes snapped to yours, searching, he wouldn't find anything though, you had already learned how to hide it all years ago.

“Yeah, just another day for the Johnsons's though” he stated, watching as you nodded.

“Never know when it could escalate”

“Yeah…I guess so” he nodded, falling silent, still staring, searching.

“You should enter” he stated, tapping the flyer again.

“I'll think about it” you replied, watching as he gave you a small smile.

“Take care Evie”

“You too Billy” and with that he turned and made his way back to the sheriff truck, and you watched him leave before looking down at the flyer again, maybe you would enter.

You stopped by the store on your way home, luckily their grocery stores had a pretty good international aisle so you could pick up some supplies. You weren't sure what you were going to make, but you had a few ideas of options.

Once back you let Cassie do her own thing until dinner, which, because you were baking, her own thing consisted of following you around in hopes you would drop something. You thumbed through the recipe book, it was one that had been passed down through your family for years, you still remember the Christmas your mom gifted it to you, you cried, getting the book was an honor. She said it was time to pass it along, you were old enough and had the potential to be the next “mom” in the family…How wrong she was. Sighing, you shook your head before anything further thoughts could come forward and decided on a recipe to try first.

After a couple different small batches of cookies and about three hours later you stood in your kitchen with your hand on your hip, thumbing through the book once more, still not happy.

“Come on grandma, give me a sign of what to make if I'm supposed to enter this thing” You slightly jumped when you heard a knock on your door, looking towards the window and seeing that it was already sunset, where had the day gone? You made your way over, hand resting on the quick unlock of the box next to it and looked out of the peephole.

“Billy?” You questioned while unlocking the door and opening it with a confused look.

“Is everything ok?” Sudden thoughts of the girls going through your head, was everyone alright?

“You tell me, Hernandez said something about footprints”

“Oh” you sighed, relieved, you had forgotten about telling him about those.

“I told Miguel not to worry about them, probably just someone looking for the previous owners”

“Still, where were they at?” He asked, watching as you grabbed your shoes, having missed the look he had given you when you said Miguel's name.

“I don't think you can see them anymore, I'm sure Cassie has destroyed them, I took pictures though” you explained, grabbing your phone and unlocking it before handing it to him. You pointed at where they had been, Cassie's paw prints and tire marks now there.

“And I looked around, there wasn't anything else. And there wasn't any snow on the porch so they didn't walk around”

“You know a lot of what to look for,” he said while zooming in on the picture.

“Stepdad taught me how to track and hunt”

“Well the tracks do look like they stop once they could spot your truck. But I'm going to look around just to be on the safe side” he told you while handing you back your phone.

“It's all yours” you gestured outwards, hearing the timer go off.

“Oh! I gotta get that”

“Go ahead, I won't be long” you nodded and turned, going back inside to grab your current batch of cookies. You figured Billy would just walk your property, see he same nothing that you saw, and be on his way. Which is what happened, except for the last part.

“Well I'm not seeing any other tracks, signs of anything messed with or broken” he told you after knocking on the half open door and walking in. He removed his hat and ran his hand through his hair to fix it.

“See, tell Miguel to stop worrying,” you laughed.

“You can't blame him for worrying, a pretty girl living by herself so far from town, could be dangerous,” he said while walking to the edge of the kitchen.

“I like how everyone thinks I'm a damsel in distress” You replied, forcing down the blush at his pretty comment.

“No? You know how to take care of yourself?”

“Most southern women do”

“Ok, I'll bite, how are you gonna defend yourself?” He smirked while leaning against the counter. You rolled your eyes and walked past him, going back to the door and pointing up towards the woodburning of the deer. You reached up and pressed the side, allowing the front to pop open, revealing two nine millimeters and a small rifle. It was your turn to smirk as his eyes widened slightly.

“Bubby made it for me before I left, said I needed to be able to protect myself. Like I said, southern woman. If we ain't got a man around to protect us, we protect ourselves” you watched him nod, looking down as he chuckled.

“Alright, noted”

You smiled as you closed the case and began walking back to the kitchen.

“And don't worry, bullets are separate. I know the law…doesn't mean there isn't one in the chamber but” you shrugged, pulling the cookies off of the pan and setting them on a plate before grabbing one and giving it a bite.

“Are these what you'll be making for the bake off?” You heard his voice directly behind you as he leaned forward, his breath on the back of your neck while he reached down and grabbed one, only leaning back to take a bite.

“Maybe, I'm not sure yet” You told him after a moment.

“These are good, what are they?”

“Lebkuchen”

“...I'm going to nod like I know what that is” he joked, causing you to laugh.

“It's a traditional German cookie”

“Ah, so you're German”

“Part, great Grandma came over from Belgium, before they separated from Germany, the first part of this book is all of her stuff” you tapped the old recipe book. He looked down at it, gently closing it to look at the cover but not losing your place.

“Mom never had anything like this” he stated quietly, seemingly lost in his own thoughts or memories.

“It's been passed down to all of the women in my family since great grandma, mom just gave it to me early”

“Early?” He asked, letting go of the book, instead resting his weight on his hand against the counter while still standing behind you. You mentally scolded yourself for feeling at ease with him standing so close, you kept having to remind yourself that it wouldn't end well.

“Usually it gets passed down once you have a child” you answered, your tone one of not wanting to go any deeper than that.

“Well you're still young, plenty of time for that” he stated with a shrug while he reached and grabbed a different cookie.

“Yeah, just gotta find someone crazy enough to marry me and have a kid with me” you laughed while shaking your head, you looked over at him when you felt him lean away from you to lean his body on the counter, half of the cookie still in his one hand while his thumb met his lips, his tongue licking the chocolate off. His eyes though, never left yours, his gaze just as the first time you met, almost like he was luring you in and studying you at the same time.

“Never know. There could be someone that crazy here” he spoke, watching as you swallowed, your eyes darting down to his lips before you quickly looked back at the book. He noticed that, you never held eye contact with him for too long, he wondered if he scared you? Surly not or you wouldn't so easily let him in your house, although…people felt safe around cops right? Maybe you did anyways, you did seem to be getting rather close to Miguel. Eating the other half of the cookie to get the bitter taste out of his mouth from that thought he pushed off of the counter.

“Just saying, you're a pretty young girl, I wouldn't be surprised if someone in town decided to lay claim”

“Lay claim? Am I cattle now?” You asked, your tone letting him know he struck a nerve. So there was something there. What sort of past were you hiding?

“No, but any good husband let's all others know his girl is off limits, hell, any real man does”

“And yet gets ticked off if the girl says she wants that to go both ways” you stated, looking back at your book.

“Only boys get pissed about a girl wanting to stake her own claim” he replied, watching as you looked back at him, slightly shocked by his sentence.

“Any man would be happy if they knew their girl wanted them just as much”

“Thought it was suffocating” you shrugged

“Everyone wants a ride or die, any man who says differently is a pussy. But those kind of relationship work both ways, one party can't be half assed, all or nothing, it's the only way they work”

“What happens if there is only one side that Is that way?” You asked, but you already knew the answer far too well.

“They get killed…eventually…emotionally”

You nodded, yeah, you know.

“But the things most guys do wrong is they just lay claim, but they don't let her know that she's his”

“Let her know? Pretty sure most guys that do that tell everyone, including her” you replied, watching him chuckle and shake his head, that smirk coming back.

“He can tell her til he's blue, but he has to show her, prove to her that she's his…and, that he's hers”

“Prove?” you asked, what did he mean by prove, there were things your mind flashed on and all of them made your face want to heat up. You watched him push off the counter and invade your space again.

“Show her that no other guy can treat her like he can, that he would protect her, provide for her..and any kids…please her. If he's not doing that, she may as well find a new man, because she's dating a boy” The house went quiet as the two of you stared at one another, your eyes darting between his while his darted between yours and your lips, you felt your mouth open but no words came out…what were you supposed to say after that?

“Oh” you finally whispered, he gave you that same little smirk before he reached over and grabbed another cookie.

“Better get going, never know what trouble people will get up to at night” he spoke quietly, before backing up and turning towards the door.

‘Night?’ You looked towards your window and was greeted with darkness, how did it get dark so fast?

“Just keep an eye out ok?” He told you once he got to the doorway.

“Yeah..I will” you nodded, watching as he leaned down to give Cassie a quick pet.

“Take care of your momma while daddy's not around ok girl” you heard him tell her quietly, your face flushing instantly at his words, you were starting to hate your youtube comments. You made your way towards the door as he stepped through it.

“drive safe” you told him, watching as he turned to smile.

“Always do, night Evie”

“Night Billy….Thanks…For stopping by to check everything out”

“Anytime, not doing my job if you aren't feeling safe” he replied before turning back towards his truck, you watched him drive away, his words from earlier ringing in your head due to his reply.

“Show her that no other guy can treat her like he can, that he would protect her, provide for her..and any kids…please her. If he's not doing that, she may as well find a new man, because she's dating a boy”

Shaking your head you pushed away the thought as you walked back inside.

‘it wouldn't work out, you know it wouldn't, eventually it would all fall apart so just stop’

Sighing once you reached the stove you looked at the cookies again, the plate of mint chocolate chip cookies now two less…wait. That gave you an idea, smiling as you flipped to your grandmother's section of the recipe book.

“not what I was expecting grandma,but thank you for the sign” you spoke to the air as you gathered up your ingredients.

“I still don't know why I'm entering” you told Melody as you sat your covered plate of goodies next to hers.

“Because you're awesome” she smiled

“And because we don't want Debbie to win again” Hitomi whispered.

“I still don't see how you think I will win” you whispered back, watching an older man walk towards the three of you.

“Hello ladies”

“Hello mister Brown” Melody smiled

“Hello, I don't think we've met, John Brown” he spoke with a smile, holding out his hand. You shook his hand but you could tell that his smile was far from real, a fake smile put on to seem friendly around his peers.

“Very nice to meet you Mr.Brown, Evie Mills” you replied while shaking his hand, giving him your own fake smile.

“I've head a lot about you Miss Mills, Sophia says you moved into the Mason’s place”

“I did yes, couldn't pass up such a steal” you nodded.

“I don't blame you, so why Willowcrest if you don't mind me asking? I mean, I know we have plenty to offer” he laughed.

“I just needed a change of scenery, can only live in one place for so long you know” You laughed.

“Oh I couldn't imagine moving from here, born and raised,” he laughed.

“That's how my stepdad feels about Georgia” you reply.

“Oh yes, Sophia said you made a remark about living on a farm”

“Yup, my stepdad's farm, lived on it since I was knee high to a grasshopper” you replied, watching as he slightly cringed when your southern accent got a bit thicker.

“I see, well sadly there aren't any farms in Willowcrest” he told you.

‘None yet’

“That's ok, not every place can be like the south” you chuckled.

“Oh looks, there's Officer.Jones” Hitomi said suddenly, possibly trying to help you. You looked over as Billy walked in, saying hi to those who said hi to him, you watched him look around, before his eyes landed on you. He gave you a small wave, his smile almost saying that he knew you wouldn't back out of this. You gave him a smile and waved back, John watching the whole exchange.

“Well then, I'm actually in charge of setting up the plates for judging, and now that Officer.Jones is here, I suppose I better get started, you ladies can go have a seat if you like.

“Thank you Mr.Brown” Melody nodded, you nodded as well and went to sit next to them.

“If plastic was a person” you whispered to Hitomi who sat on your left, Melody on your right.

“Mr.Brown has always been that way, as fake Splenda” Melody replied.

“So am I right in assuming that is a relation to this Debbie person?”

“Her father in law, one of the top real estate agents in town,” Hitomi nodded.

“Ah, I see, so she married money”

“Which is why Sophia is friends with her” Hitomi added

“What does Sophia do?”

“One of the district attorneys in town” Melody spoke up.

“So that's why she and Billy are close”

“That and they dated for like, a hot minute” Melody replied, causing you to look at her.

“He dumped her, said they just weren't a good match but they could still be friends”

Hitomi added

“Needless to say she didn't take that too well”

“She thinks they are a perfect match and keeps trying to show him that”

“Which is whyyyy-” Hitomi started, looking at you with a smirk.

“She doesn't like that you and he are getting close” Melody finished with the same smirk.

“We aren't getting close” you told them, pushing down the thoughts of when he stopped by.

“Suuuure” Hitomi nodded.

“He's looking by the way” Melody whispered, and your eyes darted to the front of the room where they quickly met his gaze, almost as if he had been trying to figure out what the three of you had been talking about.

“Attention everyone” Mr.Brown spoke into the microphone, backing away slightly when it gave feedback.

“Thank you all for coming to our tenth annual Willowcrest bake off!” He cheered, and the room filled with applause.

“Now this year we are going to do things a little bit differently, not only because there have been rumors that there is favoritism, which I can assure you there is not, my daughter in law is just an amazing baker” He laughed.

“But also because we have some new contestants. So what we are going to do, is we have asked the bakers who have entered before, to bring us a brand new dish we have never tried. We also have not labeled whose is whose so the judges can't go off of that. Sound good?” He asked, listening as the room agreed.

“Alright, so let the contest begin!” You watched as Sophia and Billy tried the different cookies, brownies, and other treats. Melody and Hitomi's Puku Puku Tai getting a four from Sophia because of the shape and a five from Billy because of the taste.

“nine is good” you smiled at them.

“next up, oooo Christmas tree cake pops” Sophia smiled, grabbing two of them and handing Billy one, you had a feeling she knew these were this Debbie woman's

“Oh these are so good! They taste just like a little Debbie Christmas tree snack cake!”

“Well that is a dead giveaway on who's that is” Hitomi whispered.

“Right, be more obvious?” Melody added.

“Definitely a nine for me!”

“has anyone ever gotten a ten?” You asked, suddenly realizing you had only heard Sophia go up to a nine.

“We've never heard any judge give someone a ten no” Melody answered.

“I'll give it a one” Billy replied.

“One?! Come on now Billy” Sophia laughed.

“Not really my thing, too sweet” he shrugged while dusting off his hands.

“a one? That's what you're sticking with?”

“I can give whatever number I want right?”

“well yes-”

“then one”

You watched as she huffed, and you tried not to laugh at the look on his face that said.

“you wanted me to judge, this is what you get”

“Ok, last one” she told him, walking over to your plate, you watched them both pick up one and bite into it. And you watched Sophia immediately spit hers back out into a paper towel.

“Oh I do not do mint, that was far too much. One definitely” she spoke.

“bullshit, she orders a peppermint mocha latte all the time” Hitomi grumbled.

“she knows that's yours, that's totally unfair” Melody added, but you were watching him, he had already finished one and reached to grab another.

“Billy?” She asked, waiting for his answer.

“Ten” he told her, causing the whole room to fall silent aside from a few gasps.

“We've never heard any judge give someone a ten”

“W-What?” She asked, mouth open as she looked at him while he casually ate another one.

“that's my vote”

“Billy…no one has ever given a ten before…it's-”

“a number between one and ten, is that not the range we can choose between?”

“yes, it is but”

“not my fault no one has given a ten before” he shrugged.

“Billy”

“Sophia”

“ten? Really? They aren't even good!”

“to you, I love mint”

“since when?!”

“since always, you just never decided to find that out” he stated, and at that moment you realized this was no longer just a bake off.

“we can't have a ten Billy”

“sure we can, it's in the range”

“Billy”

“Not changing it, that's my vote” he told her, grabbing yet another one.

“very well” she told him, though her face said that she was beyond pissed.

“O-ok, and we that we have our three winners” Mr.Brown started.

“When I point to your plate please come up to receive your ribbon and prize” he added, before making his way down with the third place. He pointed at the Paku Paku Tai and you clapped as Hitomi and Melody made their way forward. Next a woman that looked to be around Sophia's age with long red hair stood up and walked forward, so that was Debbie. Lastly Mr.Brown pointed at your dish, and with a smile you stood up, listening as the hushed whispers filled the room and Sophia's smile dropped.

“Ms.Mills…Congratulations” Mr.Brown gave his same fake smile as he shook your hand and gave you your ribbon.

“thank you, but the credit goes to my grandma, it's her recipe” you told him before holding the ribbon slightly up and looked towards the ceiling.

“I'm sure she'd be proud” he added, that same plastic smile in place, before he moved out of the way, allowing the photographer from the local newspaper to take a picture of just the three of you before he asked the two judges to step in. Billy stood beside you, only turning to look at you once the others had drifted away.

“congratulations Evie”

“thank you, and thank you for your high vote, didn't know I would be the first to ever get a ten” you chuckled, still in disbelief.

“you deserve it, they're good”

“I had a feeling you'd like them” you nodded, he raised a brow at your statement.

“I noticed you picked the mint chocolate chip cookies over all the others the other day, took that as a sign you favored mint and chocolate like me. These were one of my favorites growing up”

“so you picked these to bribe a judge?”

“is it bribing if I just took note of something you liked?” You asked, your mind replaying his earlier remark to Sophia.

“since always, you just never decided to find that out”

“I suppose it's not” he smiled, not smirked, but a hint of a real smile.

“Well, congratulations are in order” you heard behind you, turning, you spotted Sophia.

“Oh thank you” you smiled.

“no bad feelings about the vote right? Not that it seemed to have mattered” she stated, looking at Billy.

“Oh no it's ok, mint isn't everyone's thing” you waved it off.

“seems to be some people's” she replied before adding.

“well, congratulations” she smiled, and you watched it drop as she looked at Billy before turning around and leaving.

“She's very friendly,” you nodded.

“like I said, she doesn't like competition”

“that still sounds like a personal problem”

“...Not denying you're competition anymore?” He asked, causing your head to whip around and look at him, that all too familiar smirk on his lips.

“I….I didn't say that”

“didn't not say it either baby girl” You felt your face flush because he was right, why hadn't you denied it? No…stop it Evie.

“I-I have to go” you told him, rushing off after Hitomi and Melody, hearing him chuckle.

Well there is chapter 2!

I hope everyone is liking it so far. Here is what I keep picturing officer Hernandez to look like lol.

[bengiyo]

Cooking Crush Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, the bullies uploaded a clip of Ten punching Changma, leading to netizens to call for their disqualification. Ten and his dad fought about the matter, and Ten was forced to recognize that his dad was right about the trouble he caused for his friends. Ten and Prem talked it out and affirmed that they are a team. Ten apologized to Changma, who then went on to also apologize publicly for his own role in this. Meanwhile, Ten and Prem cleared up the last confusion about whether Prem was scamming, reminding us there are no tropes they can't defeat. Dynamite has told Fire multiple times they need to be more like Prem and Ten. The squad persevered and moved to the final round. Fire publicly celebrated Dynamite on television. We left at the duo preparing to face Ten's dad.

How does finding the sticky note in Ten's room that he already knew about land as some sorta Gotcha here?

I'm going to miss this intro.

Dish 12: Fish & Rice Romance: a Dish Made of Love

Despite my feelings about the father, it's not unreasonable to ask Prem to be accountable for the money he got from Ten.

I like the reveal that the grandmother had the money and she would have preferred they just tell her about the mishap instead. She's great. She reminded Prem to gather his conviction for his choice.

Pang, give the sign to Metha.

GMMTV loves making us invest in an competition all season just to have the characters lose and take other meaning from the struggle.

I enjoyed the precision that Fire used in his coming out speech to his mom. He makes it clear that Dynamite never deceived him, and then reveals that he's known who he is for a long time. He was hiding it to appease his mother to make her happy, but that's not what's best for him.

This show really gave it to the babiis. So many kisses.

LOL, y'all were right about Pang and Samsee.

I am glad the dad returned the money to Prem. It feels like he's respecting Ten's choices. I'm also glad he and Ten finally spoke about the mom's illness. I'm sure it was devastating for him that he couldn't find a way to save his wife.

Okay, I like the apology from Fire's mom, and how she is able to give this stern kind of acceptance with Dynamite.

The squad is still going strong years later, and Prem even opened his own restaurant.

They let Off smash some garlic and immediately cut away.

Thank you for confirming that these two have an active sex life and that Ten is still horny. We love to see it.

Final Verdict: 9, Highly Recommended. I'm always going to appreciate a show about losers doing their best and finding a version of success. I liked how often communication triumphed in this show. Things that might have dragged in earlier stories across multiple episodes got handled almost immediately throughout this show. This show also gave me Dynamite, my blorbo of the season. I love loud gays who know who they are and who they want, and aren't demure about it. I really loved the cast here, and I loved the two friend groups. They're different, but they're all supportive of each other. Samsee, Dynamite, and Prem are going to stick with me. This is the kind of dramatic stakes I enjoy most in my romcoms.