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[kenobster]

i just wanna write my WIPs again but shit keeps happening 😭

[heartsriki]

CUPID'S CHAOS ⌇화살

FLIRT ALERT! series⌇Lee Heeseung | next

pairing ᝰ heeseung x fem!reader

— featuring.. n/a | word count: 4k+

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ college au, fluff, bickering, misunderstandings, obliviousness, 2000’s rom com vibe, kisses, pet name use (?), reader is a writer!

synopsis — You accidentally become the campus’s cupid, delivering love letters to everyone— no exception to the one meant for Heeseung even though you had the biggest crush on him. When he asks for help finding his secret admirer, You scramble to keep your own feelings hidden… until you realize that love letter was your own.

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊I’m not sure if I like this but… I hope you guys do… guys fair warning these oneshots will be extremely corny and fluffy but its valentines month so i cant control it fr! MY FIRST HEESEUNG FIC WHO CHEERED, also happy birthday jw my baby :(

Seriously just what did you get yourself into?

The first incident or “love letter” arrived onto your doorstep on a random Wednesday. It was just a soft pink envelope sealed with a heart-shaped sticker. At first, you thought it was for you until you saw the name of the girl in your english class. Maybe someone had the wrong dorm number. But when another letter shows up the next day, and then another, you start to realize two things:

1. Someone on campus has a serious crush problem.

2. You have somehow become their personal delivery service.

By Friday, you had a whole collection of letters meant for people you barely know. With no better plan, you start slipping them into the correct mailbox, dropping them onto desks, and handing them off with a whispered, “This is for you.”

Before you know it, people started calling you the ‘Campus Cupid’.

It’s kind of fun—watching couples get together, seeing people’s eyes light up when they read something sweet. That is, until you find his letter.

Lee Heeseungs letter. The guy with the lazy smile and unfairly good hair. The guy who always seems to be exactly where you don’t need him to be. The guy you have been crushing on way more than you meant to.

It was no surprise that he would get sent a letter. He was the darling of the campus, he was a charmer, talented in sports and without a doubt extremely handsome.

You examined the letter. It was morally right to give it to him… right?

Frowning, you place the letter in his usual seat. Just because you liked him didn’t mean you can take his right of knowing that someone else does.

The day passes without you thinking too much about the letter you placed on Heeseung’s desk. Or at least, you try not to think about it. It’s not like it matters, right? Someone else likes him. No big deal.

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

But then, right after your afternoon lecture, Heeseung finds you outside the lecture hall, love letter in hand.

“Hey, Cupid.” His voice is casual, but there’s a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He holds up the letter between two fingers. “Any idea who wrote this?”

Your heart stops.

You stare at the letter, forcing yourself to keep calm. You knew this would happen. Of course, Heeseung would be curious. You should just tell him you don’t know. That’s what you should do.

But something about the way he’s looking at you makes you hesitate.

Frowning, you take the letter from his hands, pretending to examine it like if you hadn’t stared at it for hours before handing it to him. But when you open it and your eyes scan the page, confusion settles in.

There’s no name. No initials. Nothing.

That’s strange. Most of the letters you’ve delivered always had at least a tiny clue. An initial, a signature, sometimes even a number with a name.

“What’s with that look? You must’ve seen who gave it to you, no?” Heeseung asks, raising a brow.

You look back at the letter, skimming over the heart felt words. It was weird intruding someone’s feelings like this but with Heeseungs intense stare you couldn’t say no. The letter said:

I don’t know when it started, but you’ve always been there. In the background, in the crowd, just close enough to notice, but never close enough to reach. It’s frustrating, liking someone like this. Sometimes I wish I never met you in that cafe because now you’re all I ever think about, I hope I can confront you someday.

Your stomach twists.

The handwriting. The way certain letters are slanted. The way some words are scratched out and rewritten.

It’s… familiar.

Too familiar.

Your breath catches.

Oh.

Oh no.

It was yours.

See, the first time you met Heeseung, it wasn’t in a lecture hall or at some college party—it was at a small cafe just off campus, the kind of place students flocked to for overpriced lattes and last-minute study sessions.

You had been there first, tucked into a corner seat with your laptop open and a half-empty cup of coffee beside you. The cafe was packed, the usual rush of students scrambling for caffeine before their next class, and you were too focused on your work to notice him walk in.

That is, until you heard a voice—smooth, slightly out of breath—directed at you.

“Hey, is this seat taken?”

You looked up, and that was the first time you saw Lee Heeseung up close.

Messy brown hair, a hoodie thrown over a plain t-shirt, dark eyes filled with something playful yet sleepy at the same time. You recognized him vaguely—he was in one of your general electives, though he always sat near the back, half-hidden behind his laptop. He was the kind of guy people noticed without him even trying, whether it was because of his reputation on the basketball team or just the effortless way he carried himself.

And now, he was standing in front of you, waiting for an answer.

You blinked. “Oh, um—no, go ahead.”

“Thanks,” he said, sliding into the chair across from you. He set down his coffee cup, then pulled out a notebook, flipping through the pages lazily. “You’re in my media studies class, right?”

You hadn’t expected him to recognize you, much less strike up a conversation.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I sit near the front.”

“Right, that’s why I never see you,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I usually get there late.”

You let out a small laugh despite yourself. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

For some reason, that seemed to amuse him. Heeseung leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against his notebook. “So, what’s got you looking so serious? Studying for something?”

You glanced at your laptop screen. “Not exactly. Just… trying to finish an article for the campus paper.”

That caught his interest. “You write for the paper?”

“Kind of. It’s just an opinion column. Nothing major.”

Heeseung tilted his head, considering. “I’ll have to check it out sometime. Maybe I’ll learn something.”

You rolled your eyes, but you could feel your face growing warm. Heeseung had this way of making everything sound lighthearted, but there was something about the way he was looking at you—like he actually meant it—that made your stomach flip.

You didn’t know it then, but that moment—him sitting across from you in a crowded cafe, lazily flipping through his notes while keeping light conversations, smiling at you like you were the only person worth paying attention to—that was the moment it started.

The quiet, unshakable feeling of a new beginning forming.

You blink rapidly, snapping back to reality, only to find Heeseung staring at you with a curious tilt of his head.

“You good?” He waves a hand in front of your face, and you realize you’ve been gripping the letter like it personally offended you.

“Yeah!” You blurt out, a little too quickly. “Fine. Super fine.”

Heeseung narrows his eyes, but instead of questioning your suspicious expressions, he leans against the wall next to you, arms crossed, the picture of casual confidence. “So? Any idea who my secret admirer is?”

Your stomach does a full gymnastics routine.

Yeah, actually, it’s me. Surprise!

Obviously, you can’t say that.

You force a laugh, shoving the letter back into his hands like it’s a ticking time bomb. “No clue! There are so many love letters I deal with around campus, you know? Could be anyone.”

Heeseung mockingly pouted. “Come on, Cupid. If anyone can figure it out, it’s you.”

You freeze. Oh no.

Heeseung grins, nudging your arm playfully. “Please? be my lead detective I need to know who has this much of a crush on me.”

You stare at him, trying not to look as horrified as you feel. He’s practically pleading, eyes shining with excitement. He wants to know. He’s curious.

And you?

You want the earth to swallow you whole.

But instead, you swallow down your panic and give him your most confident, totally-not-dying-inside smile. “Yeah, sure! I’ll, uh… I’ll let you know if I figure it out.”

Great. Now you’re investigating your own love letter.

Romcoms make this look so much easier.

In your defense, the love letter was never supposed to see the light of day.

It had been one of those late-night, caffeine-fueled brain dumps—the kind where your emotions got the best of you, and instead of focusing on your essay due at midnight, you had decided, hey, why not write a dramatic love confession you’ll never actually send?

It started off as a joke. A harmless what if?

What if you had the guts to tell Heeseung how you felt?

What if you weren’t just the campus Cupid, but actually someone worth writing about?

What if, for once, you weren’t just the messenger in everyone else’s love stories?

So, you had poured your heart onto the page. You wrote about how frustrating it was, liking someone from a distance—watching him laugh in the campus café, seeing him glide effortlessly through every class, always just out of reach. You let yourself be honest, because no one was ever supposed to read it.

And then? You stuffed it into your notebook, forgot about it, and went about your life like it never happened.

Until now.

Now, it was in Heeseung’s hands just because you thought it was written by someone else, and now you were stuck in the worst romcom of all time—investigating your own love letter while trying desperately to keep your crush a secret.

Honestly?

You were so, so doomed.

“So, what do you think?”

You try to keep your face neutral as Heeseung waves the letter in front of you, looking more confused than anything.

“About… what?” You ask cautiously.

“This.” He gestures to the paper. “The letter. My so-called ���secret admirer.’”

Your spoke before you could stop yourself. “So…you figure out who it is. What happens then?”

He thinks, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, i’ll turn them down, it’s really flattering but it’s also kind of a hassle.”

A hassle?

You force out a laugh, even as your stomach twists into knots. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad. Someone clearly put a lot of thought into this.”

“That’s the problem.” Heeseung exhales sharply. “I wasn’t expecting this. Im interested in someone else, and now I have to figure out how to let this person down without making things awkward.”

Your face heats up. You want to disappear.

“So, you’re not interested in them…? You like someone already?” You ask hesitantly, barely able to get the words out.

Heeseung shakes his head. “I don’t even know who they are. But I hope they don’t take it the wrong way, Y’know?”

You stare at him, pulse pounding in your ears.

He has no idea.

And now? You definitely can’t confess.

Not when you already know his answer.

And if there was one thing worse than knowing Heeseung didn’t want a relationship, it was actively helping him investigate your own confession.

Every day, he’d bring up new theories about who could’ve written the letter, and every day, you’d have to nod along, pretending to be just as clueless.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. Heeseung didn’t seem to be taking it too seriously, mostly brushing it off whenever it came up. But as the days passed, something shifted… just slightly.

“Okay, so hear me out,” Heeseung said, leaning against the bookshelf beside you. The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of papers and muffled whispers. “What if it’s someone from one of my classes?”

You kept your eyes on your laptop screen, pretending to focus on your assignment. “You already went through that theory. Twice.”

“Yeah, but I was thinking—what if they’re too nervous to say anything in person? What if it’s, like… someone who sits far away from me?”

You bit your lip. “And yet, you’re still expecting me to figure it out?”

“Well, you’re good at reading people.” Heeseung grinned, nudging your arm. “You always seem to know what’s going on with everyone.”

Your heart stuttered. If only he knew just how right he was.

Heeseung sighed, folding his arms over his chest. “I don’t get it. They wrote all this deep, meaningful stuff, but they didn’t sign their name. What’s the point of confessing if you don’t want the person to know?”

You swallowed hard. “Maybe they were scared.”

Heeseung tilted his head slightly, looking at you in that way that always made you feel like he could see through you. “Scared of what?”

You hesitated. “Of ruining what they already have.”

His expression shifted. “You think they know me?”

You forced a shrug. “Probably. Why else would they write all that?”

Something flickered in his gaze, something unreadable. He held your gaze for a second too long before clearing his throat. “Huh. I never really thought about it like that.”

You turned back to your screen, desperate to focus on anything else. But then Heeseung moved closer, his arm brushing against yours as he leaned in to look at your laptop.

“What are you even working on?” he asked, voice quieter now, like the space between you had shrunk to something more intimate.

You could barely think straight. “Just… an essay.”

“Hm.” He didn’t sound convinced.

His voice was too close. His scent—clean, with a hint of something warm—was too distracting. It was stupid, so stupid, how easily he got under your skin without even trying.

The next few days started to get a little weird.

Heeseung had always been playful, always teasing and leaning in too close, but now it felt… different.

It was in the way he started remembering the little things—how you liked your coffee, how you tapped your fingers when you were thinking, how you always fixed your hair when you were nervous.

It was in the way he kept looking at you, his gaze lingering a little too long before he caught himself.

It was in the way his teasing changed—less casual, more intentional. Like he wanted to see how you’d react.

And then, one night, things got dangerous.

You were in his dorm, flipping through the list of names you had pretended to compile for the investigation. Heeseung sat on the floor beside you, his laptop balanced on his knees, absentmindedly chewing on a pen cap as he read through the letter again.

“You know…” he said, tilting his head, “whoever wrote this is actually really good with words.”

Your blinked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s, like… weirdly personal.” He frowned slightly, scanning the page. “I feel how much they mean it.”

You held your breath.

He let out a soft laugh. “Honestly, it kinda sounds like your writing.”

Your heart stopped.

Your head snapped up so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “What?”

Heeseung blinked at you, startled. “I mean—you’re good at writing, right? I read your papers, You’ve always been good with words.”

He reads your papers?

You forced out a laugh, hoping he couldn’t hear the way your voice shook. “Right— Well, I didn’t write it, obviously.”

Heeseung studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to your horror, he smirked.

“Why do you look so guilty?”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I’m literally just existing, Heeseung. Shut up.”

He laughed, but there was something behind his eyes that made your stomach flip—something like curiosity. “Stop freaking out im just kidding.”

The investigation had led you and Heeseung all over campus, following false leads, and ultimately getting nowhere. You had been walking back toward the dorms when the sky, clear just moments ago, suddenly turned gray.

And then—of course—it started to rain.

Hard.

“Are you serious?” you groaned, pulling your jacket over your head as you and Heeseung ran toward the nearest cover—a small wooden gazebo near the campus library.

You both skidded to a stop under the roof, breathless and drenched. Heeseung shook his head like a wet dog, flinging water everywhere.

“Really?” You scowled, wiping raindrops off your face.

He laughed, ruffling his already-messy hair. “My bad.”

The sound of rain drumming against the roof filled the space between you, the cool breeze making you shiver.

“Here,” Heeseung said, shrugging off his hoodie.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“You’re cold, Cupid” he pointed out, holding the hoodie out to you. “Take it.”

“I’m fine,” you said, crossing your arms.

He scoffed. “Just take it before you get sick.”

You hesitated, but he rolled his eyes and stepped closer, draping the hoodie over your shoulders himself. The warmth of it, of him, surrounded you immediately, and your breath hitched.

You looked up at him, ready to protest, but he was already watching you—his expression unreadable, the usual teasing glint in his eyes nowhere to be found.

“Why do I feel like you’re hiding something from me?” he murmured suddenly.

Your pulse spiked. “What?”

Heeseung tilted his head slightly, studying you in a way that made your stomach twist. “I don’t know. You just…” He trailed off, then shook his head. “Never mind.”

You swallowed hard, clutching the hoodie tighter around you.

The rain kept falling around you, blurring the world outside the gazebo, making this moment feel like it existed outside of everything else—outside of reality, outside of whatever mess you had gotten yourself into.

For a split second, it felt like you weren’t just Heeseung’s reluctant investigation partner. Like you weren’t the person holding onto a secret that could ruin everything.

Like, maybe, he could actually like you back.

But then he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “We should probably wait this out before heading back.”

Just like that, the moment passed and you were left standing there in his hoodie, drowning in warmth, drowning in him, pretending you weren’t completely, helplessly falling apart.

After the rain, the campus felt quieter, the usual chatter dampened by the lingering water in the air. You walked alongside Heeseung, both of you with your hoods up, trying to shield yourselves from the leftover drizzle. It was awkward but comfortable — the kind of silence where you weren’t sure if you were supposed to talk or if it was okay just to exist in the same space.

Heeseung was the first to break it. “You know, you really don’t have to walk me all the way back to my dorm. It should be the other way around—.”

You glanced at him, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. You were worried about your own feelings, and now, Heeseung had a way of making your heart flutter with the smallest of gestures.

“I don’t mind,” you replied quickly, too quickly. “I just figured I should, you know… make sure you’re okay.”

Heeseung chuckled, a low sound that made you feel warm despite the cool rain. “You’re acting kind of weird. Usually, you’re so naggy. I thought I’d never see you get flustered.”

You looked away, trying to hide your face. “I’m not flustered.”

There was a brief pause as Heeseung watched you. His eyes softened, the usual teasing light in them dimming a little. “You’re not fooling me, you know.”

You slowed your pace, nervous now, your heart pounding as you tried to look calm. “I’m not trying to fool anyone.”

“I think you are,” he replied, stepping a little closer, his shoulder brushing yours as the two of you continued walking side by side.

You swallowed hard. The proximity felt different now, more charged. Your voice faltered. “What do you mean?”

Heeseung didn’t respond right away. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the ground, the rain creating ripples on the wet pavement. “It’s just… you’re always so careful with what you say. Always so in control. But sometimes… I wonder if you’re hiding something.”

Your stomach dropped at his words. You glanced over at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. The air between you felt heavier, and the tension seemed to stretch out longer than usual.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you murmured, even though part of you wished he could know the truth — or maybe, just maybe, that he could feel the same way.

Heeseung’s voice was quieter now, his tone almost teasing, but there was something else in it, something deeper. “Then why do you always look at me like that? Like you’re holding back?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

He finally met your eyes, his gaze intense. There was a flicker of something — was it vulnerability? — in his look. “Like you’re scared to let me in. What are you afraid of?”

Your breath hitched. For a split second, you were paralyzed, unsure of how to answer. Was it possible he was starting to see through your walls?

Heeseung’s gaze softened as he noticed the look on your face, sensing something unspoken. He took a step back, offering you a small, reassuring smile. “Maybe I’m just overthinking it. Forget it.”

But you couldn’t forget it. Not now. You could feel the space between the two of you shifting, the weight of his words lingering. Something was different, something had shifted, and you weren’t sure if it was just your heart racing or something more.

For the rest of the walk, neither of you spoke much. But every time your eyes met, it felt like there was a new understanding between you two — a shared secret that neither of you was ready to fully admit, but both were beginning to feel.

It had been a long day, but when you stepped out of your last class, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. It wasn’t just the cold air or the approaching dusk; something was off, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. That was until you spotted Heeseung standing by the bench outside the library, his gaze fixed on you as if he’d been waiting for a while.

Your heart skipped a beat.

He looked at you for a moment before he spoke. “Cupid, we need to talk.”

A nervous flutter danced in your stomach, and you forced a smile. “Uh, sure. What’s up?”

He took a deep breath, stepping toward you, and you noticed the letter in his hand — the same one you’d written to him, the one that had been slipped anonymously into his mailbox just a few days ago. Your heart pounded in your chest, the realization of what was happening dawning on you.

Heeseung didn’t say anything for a moment, just held the letter between his fingers, glancing down at it. “I know this is from you,” he said quietly, his voice gentle but filled with a soft surprise. “I figured it out after I read it again.”

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. You had hoped, prayed, that he wouldn’t find out this way. But here it was, and you couldn’t avoid it any longer.

“How… How did you know?” you asked, trying to hide the nerves creeping up your voice.

He smiled slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “A few things gave it away. The way you worded everything… It just felt like it came from you.”

“Also I found some of your notebooks while we were at your dorm and I matched the handwriting…” He blurted out.

Your heart sank. You had spent so long hoping he wouldn’t realize it was you, but now it seemed impossible to hide the truth.

“I… I’m sorry,” you said, almost embarrassed. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. I just… didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.”

Heeseung’s expression softened. “Why would it be awkward?”

“Because I’ve liked you for a while, and I didn’t know how to say it,” you admitted, looking down at your shoes. “So I thought if I wrote the letter, I could control it. But then I accidentally gave it to you and everything is just— I don’t know It was never meant to reach you.”

Heeseung’s smile widened, and something about the way he looked at you made your stomach flip. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I kind of wish you’d just told me sooner.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his. “What?”

“I mean it,” he said, stepping a little closer. “I wasn’t expecting it to be you but now that I know… It’s kind of a relief. I’ve been wondering why you’ve been acting so weird around me.”

You blinked, taken aback. “I’ve been acting weird?”

Heeseung laughed softly, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah, you’ve been avoiding me like the plague. Always a little too nervous when we talk.”

You felt a wave of warmth rise to your cheeks. “I didn’t mean to… I just…”

He took another step forward, the distance between the two of you shrinking. “You don’t need to explain. I get it.” He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours with an almost teasing glint in them. “Honestly, I’ve kind of had a feeling you liked me. You just never said it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Wait… you knew?”

He grinned. “Not for sure, but I wasn’t completely blind. I just didn’t want to make assumptions.”

A laugh bubbled up from your chest, and you felt your nerves ease a little. The tension that had been building between the two of you melted away, replaced by something lighter, something more familiar.

“So… this doesn’t make things weird?” you asked cautiously, unsure if you were reading him right. The last thing you wanted was to make things uncomfortable.

Heeseung shook his head, his smile softening. “No. Actually, I’m kind of glad. Now I don’t have to turn anyone down because I like someone else.”

Your heart raced as he closed the gap between the two of you, standing only a few inches away. He looked down at the letter in his hand, then back at you, his expression serious but warm. “I don’t think I ever really realized how much I liked you until now. I think I’ve been too caught up in my own head to notice, but hearing this from you? Yeah, I think I feel the same.”

For a moment, everything seemed to pause — the sound of people passing by, the rustling of the leaves in the breeze, even the thumping of your own heartbeat — until Heeseung’s words sank in fully. The shock of it left you speechless, and the only thing you could manage was a soft, almost breathless, “Really?”

He chuckled, the sound light and comforting. “Really. I like you too, Cupid— I mean, Y/N.”

A smile spread across your face, and you couldn’t stop it. Your heart felt lighter than it had in days, as if a weight had been lifted off your chest. You had been so afraid of how things might turn out, but now, with Heeseung standing here in front of you, it felt like everything was falling into place.

Heeseung held the letter out to you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “You know, you could’ve just told me. But I guess this works too.”

You took the letter from him, glancing down at the words you’d written once more, a smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe it was a bit dramatic. But… I was too scared to just say it. I didn’t want to mess things up.”

He reached for your hand, gently taking it in his. “You didn’t mess anything up, Cupid. You just… made everything clearer.”

And just like that, all the tension and uncertainty you’d been feeling seemed to dissolve. There was no more hiding, no more pretending. You were standing here, with Heeseung, both of you finally understanding the feelings that had been simmering for so long.

“So,” he said after a moment, his voice playful again, “How about we skip the letters next time and just go for a dinner date?”

You laughed, your heart full as you squeezed his hand. “That sounds perfect.”

Heeseung smiled, his gaze soft and filled with something genuine. “Good. Let’s not wait any longer, I really want some ramen.”

And with that, the two of you walked off together, the air between you light, and the promise of something more ahead.

BONUS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Dating Heeseung felt like stepping into something familiar but entirely new at the same time. The comfort of your friendship was still there—the teasing, the ease, the way you could talk about anything and everything—but now there was something softer, sweeter, laced between every interaction.

Like right now.

It was late, the two of you curled up on your dorm room floor with a half-finished pizza between you, an old playlist humming softly from your phone. The world outside felt quiet, like this moment only belonged to the two of you. Heeseung was leaning against the bed, his legs stretched out, while you were sitting cross-legged beside him, picking at the crust of your pizza slice.

His hand, which had been resting casually near yours, suddenly slid closer, his fingers tracing the tips of yours absentmindedly. It was such a simple thing, but it sent a shiver up your spine nonetheless.

“So,” Heeseung started, voice slow and teasing. “How’s it feel? Finally dating the guy of your dreams?”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was going. “You’re impossible.”

Heeseung grinned, leaning his head back against the bed. “No, but really. You had a crush on me for so long, and now look at us.” His fingers fully laced with yours now, his touch warm and effortless.

“I wouldn’t say I had a crush that long,” you mumbled, taking a sip of your drink to avoid looking at him.

“Are you kidding? You literally wrote me a love letter.”

Your face burned. “Okay, one letter—”

“One?” Heeseung gasped dramatically, sitting up and turning toward you. “So you’re telling me there aren’t, like, ten versions of that letter somewhere in your notes app?”

You choked. “There absolutely are not.”

“Oh my god.” He laughed, eyes gleaming with amusement. “There are. You rewrote it a bunch of times, didn’t you?”

You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “I am not having this conversation.”

Heeseung was grinning now, having way too much fun at your expense. He reached over, gently prying your hands from your face. “No, no, let’s talk about it. Tell me, how long did it take you to get the perfect wording? Did you, like, pace around your room dramatically?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “For your information, I wasn’t that dramatic.”

Heeseung smirked. “Mhm. So you didn’t dramatically sigh and go, ‘No, this isn’t right, I need to capture his essence’?”

You picked up a stray piece of crust and chucked it at him. He dodged it easily, laughing as he caught your wrist, pulling you toward him slightly.

“You’re the worst,” you mumbled, but there was no real annoyance behind it.

Heeseung was still grinning, his fingers now playing with yours absentmindedly. “You love it.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I really don’t.”

“You do,” he countered, tugging you even closer until you were practically pressed against his side. His voice dropped, softer now, almost teasing in a different way. “Did you mean everything you said in that letter?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like all the air had been sucked out of the room. “What if I did?”

Heeseung tilted his head, his gaze locked onto yours, and suddenly, the playful atmosphere melted into something else��something quieter, more intense.

“Then,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles, “I’d tell you that I think about it a lot.”

You blinked. “You do?”

Heeseung nodded, his expression unusually serious now. “I mean, do you even realize how… nice it is to know someone felt that way about me? And not just anyone—you.” He exhaled, his lips curling into something softer, more affectionate. “I don’t think I ever told you, but when I first read it, before I even knew it was from you, I remember thinking… whoever wrote this really cares about me.”

Your heart was thudding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“And then,” he continued, “when I found out it was you? It just… it all made sense.”

Your breath hitched slightly. “It did?”

Heeseung hummed in response.

“You’ve always been there,” he said softly. “I just didn’t realize how much I wanted you to be closer.”

You felt your throat tighten, emotion bubbling up in your chest, but before you could even think of a response, Heeseung leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

His eyes flickered to your lips for just a moment before meeting your gaze again, as if silently asking permission.

You didn’t need to think twice.

Closing the small distance between you, you kissed him.

It was soft, slow—like both of you were still memorizing the feeling. Heeseung sighed against your lips, his hand sliding to your jaw, tilting your face toward him just slightly.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and heart pounding, Heeseung smiled, his forehead still pressed to yours.

“So,” he murmured, eyes twinkling, “if I ask you nicely, do I get to read those other drafts of the letter?”

You groaned, shoving him away playfully. “Absolutely not.”

Heeseung only laughed, pulling you back into his arms with ease. “Fine, fine. But at least let me know—was I always this irresistible in them?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “Shut up, Heeseung.”

He grinned, pressing another soft kiss to your temple. “Love you too.”

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Sweet lips

pairing : playboy?jungkook x nerd!f.reader

genre : SMUT

warnings : CRINGE ASF, soft dom!jk, sub!reader, shy!reader, tattooed!jk, mention of being cheated on, mention of multiple partners, mention of corruption kink, a lot of teasing, swearing, making out, exhibitionism, public sex, !!consensual!!, marking, fingering, finger sucking, hair pulling, slight dry humping, orgasm denial, oral (f.receiving), oral (m.receiving), cum swallow, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, (jk is a pleaser), pet names, praising, possessiveness, dacryphilia, penetration, unprotected sex, missionary, jerking off, aftercare :)

words count : 7.9k

you can read part 2 HERE

A/N : Well, hi back my dear friends! I’m so happy to be back, it’s been so long since I wrote something. I took a hiatus to concentrate on myself, and other personal stuff. Unfortunately for me, I extended my break since I needed time to recover from my exams results. You got it right, I didn’t pass my year. I decided to re-do it one last time and do my best. I hope I will pass this year. Well, enough of me. NOW, I’m finally posting again! Here’s my “comeback” fic lmao. I tried my best - it’s kinda difficult to write after a long break but I wanted to write something good for you guys. But please don’t expect something awesome. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. And so many words had been repeated sorry. Anyways, thank you so much for waiting for me, thank you for you support and love. I love you guys a lot - sunny [ fic heavily unedited ]

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“hi there my favorite nerd.” you heard Jungkook announce his presence behind you, making you curse internally.

“Be quiet, you’re in a library.” you shushed him, reminding him where he was as he stood next to your chair.

“noticed that. boring.” he pursed his lips before taking your reading glasses off, putting them on top of his cap instead.

“Jungkook.” you whined annoyed when he pushed your book away, a smirk plastered on his face.

“what do you want this time?” you furrowed your eyebrows making him act like he was thinking for a few seconds.

“I want a taste of your lips.” he poked your nose lightly making you roll your eyes, before you stood up to walk toward the bookshelves.

Jungkook put his bag on the chair you were sat on, leaving his cap and your glasses on the desk, before following you to the shelves  at the back of the library.

“so?” he watched as you scanned the row of book before you, searching for a specific one.

“hmm, you’re ignoring me now?” he approached you slowly, hand grabbing your wrist stopping you from taking a book.

“C’mon Jungkook, let go. What do you want?”

“I told you.” he backed you slowly to the wall, looking straight into your eyes as he spoke.

“I want a taste of your pretty lips.” he tilted his head to the side.

“I want to know, to guess, what’s your lip balm’s flavor today.” he grinned.

“Yesterday was watermelon. Wednesday it was strawberry and Tues-“

“enough.” you slapped his shoulder making him chuckled.

“Don’t you have anyone else to annoy?”

“No. I want to annoy you.” he pinched your cheek making you sighed heavily.

“I was studying.”

“I was searching for you everywhere on the campus.” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I want you.” he said, looking straight into your eyes.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds, heart beating faster at his words.

“So, can I kiss you pretty girl?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

You stared at him, his hair perfectly styled, his strong cologne made you feel lightheaded, he smelled way too good - and the way his tongue played with his lip piercing…

“yes.” you agreed, looking down timidly.

He grinned satisfied before lifting your face.

He bent down a little to capture your lips into a slow kiss, your arms going up to wrap around his neck as he pressed his body onto yours.

Jungkook sucked on your bottom lip earning a soft moan from you.

“Shh. Be quiet, you’re in a library.” he teased making you roll your eyes at the chosen words.

“you’re so pretty today.” he complimented genuinely, his hands caressing your sides, a soft smile adorning his lips.

“Thanks.” you murmured shyly, feeling the -infamous butterflies- in the pit of your stomach at the compliment, making Jungkook smiled widely.

You felt his hand cascading down the side of your thigh making you gasp, looking at him surprised at the sudden move.

“what are you doing?” you whisper-yelled panicked, his fingers caressing the smooth skin of your thigh under your plaid skirt.

“nothing.” he answered, hand sliding between your legs.

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling his hand getting too close to your panties as you closed your legs making him let a breathy laugh.

“Jungkook, we’re in public.”

“no shit Sherlock.” he said amused.

“there is no one here.” he shrugged.

“what if someone.. see us?” you asked uncertain.

“let them watch then.” he teased, a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

“Jungk-“

“don’t worry hm?” he started.

“you trust me?” 

You stayed silent for a while before nodding.

“good.” he pecked your forehead.

Jungkook pushed your legs apart as he kissed on your neck softly. You felt his hand between your thighs again as he caressed your lightly covered core gently with his fingertips making you whimper.

“so sensitive.” he hummed, biting on your neck.

Jungkook suddenly got on his knees surprising you.

“what.. what are you doing?” 

His hands went under your skirt again, slightly pulling on the hem of your panties making your body warm up even more.

“are you insane?” you panicked looking around.

“Be quiet angel.” he warned slapping your thigh lightly.

“Trust me.” he repeated making you gulp.

“Listen, we can stop at any moment hm.” he laid a delicate kiss above your knee making you feel weak.

“we still good?” he looked up at you making sure you’re not too uncomfortable so he would stop and not force you.

You took a deep breath before giving him the green light.

“good.”

Jungkook started kissing on the inside of your thigh, leaving light marks after his trail up to your core as he sucked on the warm skin.

You watched as his head disappeared under your skirt, one hand resting on your hip, the other one gripping on your thigh.

You gasped when you felt his lips against your clothed clit, a gentle kiss being pressed on the part you needed him the most at the moment. He could felt the wetness soaking through the fabric making him smirk.

You felt his hands caressed their ways up under your skirt to the waistband of your panties pulling on it lightly.

He glanced up at you checking if you were still fine.

Jungkook dipped his fingers into the panties’ waistband, dragging the soft material down your legs making you looked around anxiously.

“don’t worry angel.” he muttered, putting the damp panties in his Calvin Klein denim jacket’s pocket.

“I told you, there is no one here.” he caressed your calve reassuring you.

His fingers travelled up your leg before two of his fingers slid between your wet lips making you breathe heavily.

“fuck you’re dripping.” the man kneeling before you cursed.

You shivered when you felt his fingertips poke at your entrance.

“still with me, princess?”

You nodded making him hummed.

He inserted two fingers slowly inside you earning a chocked moan from you.

He moved in and out, feeling your warm velvety walls swallowing his fingers.

Jungkook lifted one of your leg, resting your thigh on his shoulder as his head disappeared under your plaid skirt again, your heart beating faster excitement running through your veins.

His mouth started working on your clit, sucking on bud of nerves erupting another moan from you, a louder one.

He slapped your thigh glaring up at you.

“Be quiet angel. Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as he added another finger, twisting his wrist as he picked up the pace.

“You know, I don’t mind. But you.. tsk. Do you want everyone to see you like that? Me eating you out in the corner of the library? Do you want that darling?”

He tilted his head to the side innocently making you shook your head again pleadingly.

“so be quiet.”

Jungkook went back to suck on your clit, the tip of his tongue sliding over the sensitive bud of nerves.

You put your hand over your mouth to keep quiet as he ate you out. Pulling his fingers out, he replaced them with his tongue. His thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing on it gently as his tongue went in and out your core.

“fuck!” you whined, your fingers flying down to his long black hair tugging on the soft locks harshly as his thumb drew faster circles on your clit, applying more pressure on it.

Jungkook knew you were close, by the way your thighs were slightly shaking around his head, your fingers pulling harder on his hair, the little whimpers escaping your mouth, he knew your body well.

Pulling away, he inserted his fingers back inside you, repeatedly curling them so he could hit on that one spot that could make you scream his name shamelessly, his other hand holding on your waist firmly as he felt your knees buckling.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna- fuck I can’t.” you sobbed, biting on your knuckles to stay quiet.

“Cum.” he pulled his head back from under your skirt to watch your face as you come undone on his fingers.

“Cum for me doll.”

Your head hit the wall behind you lightly as you threw it back, arching your back, closing your eyes shut feeling your climax washed over you.

You moaned his name, a tear sliding down your cheek.

“you’re so pretty.” he groaned before going down to lick your juice making you flinched at the contact on your sensitive part again.

Jungkook collected the wetness between your legs on two fingers before standing up.

Looking straight into your eyes, he put the long digits in his mouth, sucking them clean making you open your eyes widely.

“so sweet.” he smirked making you looked away embarrassed.

He turned your face to him again, wiping the tear away before pressing his lips against yours. His body was flat against you, enough to make you felt his boner.

“guys, it’s somewhere there!”

You detached from the - what was about to become a heated - kiss when you heard a group of friends walking closer.

“wait, I’m not sure. What’s the subject again?” a boy snorted.

“C’mon bro.” one of them huffed.

“Whatever, let’s just go back at our table, I’m done.” another boy talked sighing loudly.

Jungkook chuckled making you look at him curiously.

“are you this scared people see us together?” he pursed his lips, putting one hand on the wall next to your head.

“no no it’s not that.” you waved your hands in front of you feeling flustered at the way he was caging you.

“what is it then?” he teased caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

“I just.. not like that. I mean, we were.. you know..” you tried to explain.

“Oh hm, my panties. Can I have them back please?” you played with your fingers nervously.

“no.” 

“no?”

“you heard me.” he smirked, walking away scanning the opposed bookshelf.

“I can’t walk around like that.” you rushed to him grabbing on his arm.

“don’t worry about that, you’re coming with me anyways.” he shrugged.

“huh?”

“you’re coming home with me.”

“oh.. I thought I was tutoring you only on Wednesdays afternoons?” you asked dumbfounded.

“I need you to take care of something for me.”

“what?” you tilted your head to the side waiting for him to continue.

“that.” he grabbed your hand, pressing it lightly on his bulge.

“Oh I-“

“Or are you busy?”

“yes. I mean no? If you need- no I mean well.. I’m studying.. I mean not studying later! I’m not busy. I’m free!” you cleared your voice retracting your hand embarrassed.

“nice then.” Jungkook tried his best not to laugh at your shynesss. 

“But only if-“

“Only if what?” he interrupted you.

“Only if you give me my panties back. Please, i can’t walk around like this.” you looked down as he approached you more.

“Of course, angel. Don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.” he kneeled down, pulling your panties out of his pocket before helping you put it back.

Jungkook stood up bending down to your ear before whispering.

“Keep in my mind, that the moment you step a foot in my bedroom, they will end up on the floor.” he pressed a kiss behind your ear, walking away leaving you speechless.

You put your hand over your heart, trying to collect yourself before following him.

When you arrived to your table, Jungkook already packed your things waiting for you.

“Thank you.” you went to grab your bag but he sling a strap of the backpack over his shoulder.

“do you have a tissue please?”

“yea. It’s in the front pocket of my bag, let me get one for you.”

You handed him the tissue, as he wiped his fingers with it before putting it the bin near the desk.

“Thanks.”

“Now let’s go.” he put his cap back on, putting your glasses on.

“Do I look sexier with glasses?” he smirked making you laugh.

“Oh yea you do.” you walked out the library with him to his car.

On your way to the parking lot, you could heard people talk about you. You knew it were not flattering comments. It was weird receiving so many looks, you almost felt like suffocating.

You weren’t the type to like getting attention. Well, attention from a lot of people. You just loved receiving attention from one person, it was enough.

“are you ok?” you heard Jungkook ask.

“huh?”

“your grip on my arm kept on tightening?”

“oh yea yea sorry.” you apologized letting go of his arm abruptly.

You didn’t even realized you were holding on his arm. You weren’t that touchy with Jungkook in public.

You barely interacted with him at college.

Actually, you sometimes avoided him. Not that you didn’t appreciate his company, even tho he spent his time annoying and distracting you - but because of people talking shit about you and bullying you.

Maybe some jealous girls that Jungkook had rejected?

You never talked about it with him. You refused to complain and act like a victim with him.

Let’s clear things for the confused ones, Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend. You were his tutor. Well, you were supposed to be just his tutor but he decided to frequent you more often. 

You were a nice and smart girl. But, naive.

He knew how to have you wrapped around his finger. Have you at his mercy.

A simple and quiet student always by herself or either spending time with her best friend. You intrigued him a lot.

After being paired with you for a homework once, he decided to turn the situation to his side. Getting to know you more, he found out you were “innocent” and he just wanted to corrupt you.

He succeed, easily.

He started as a “student” of yours, flirting with you at each opportunities he could get to finally ruin your innocence slowly until he took your v-card. And he took pleasure from doing it.

He wasn’t the type to keep up with one partner. One day he’s flirting with a girl, the day after he’s making out with another one. He wasn’t into relationships. Had been cheated on once was enough for him.

He decided to just fuck around.

At first, he had a few intercourses with you, but that didn’t stop him from having sex with others at the same time.

Did you defined it as a friend with benefits relationship? He never said anything about it. You both never talked about what you were doing.

He just came at any moment and start something by flirting with you “accompanied“ of a few kisses. And you always fell for it.

At first, it was just very weird for you. You were new to all of this.

Your bestfriend warned you about Jungkook, but you just ignored him. You told him that you were conscious of what you were doing.

After a few weeks, you got used to it, used to him. You liked the playfulness, his teasing. You also liked the way he was always confused and lost when you explain the homework to him.

You got jealous once or twice for no reasons when he interacted with other girls but you brush it off, remembering yourself that there was nothing between you two and that Jungkook was this type of guy; with a flirty personality, surrounded by a lot of pretty girls, a party monster and more than that.

You knew very well but you never pushed him away.

Jungkook on his side, didn’t even realized the change in his habits. He had stopped having sex with other partners with time. He sticked to you.

Was it because you were always nice with him?

Was it because he loved the way you were submissive for him?

He loved the way you were so responsive, always reacting to every of his touches. You were just different.

He also started appreciating you as a friend.

You were supportive and always encouraging him. He loved the attention. 

He really liked when you came to watch his games, he liked the way you sometimes shared your lunch with him without complaining, he liked the way you would reprimand him when he would do some stupid stuff in class, he liked the way you laughed at his silly jokes, he liked the way you would cry out his name when he’s making you feel good, the way you begged when he’s acting hard to get.

He loved to play with you. But not in a really bad way. It was weird to explain.

But he didn’t really think more about all that. It became a routine, a part of his life.

Jungkook opened the car’s door for you as you thanked him.

The ride to his house was quiet, a pleasant silence though.

You couldn’t help but glanced at him time to time, ogling at him driving with one hand as his tattoed hand was resting on your upper thigh the whole time.

He was just so hot, you wanted to throw yourself out of the car.

Jungkook unlocked the front door of his house, letting you go in first before locking it behind him.

“don’t be shy, you know where’s my room hm?” he teased making you roll your eyes as you took your shoes off.

“let’s go.” he walked to the stairs as you followed him.

Your heart started beating faster, hands getting sweaty.

Why were you feeling that way all the time? Every times felt like the first time. It’s scary yet exciting. 

He pushed the bedroom’s door open, revealing the neat room. Just a few papers laying on the floor near his desk, but it was clean compared to the last time you came here.

Jungkook took his cap off, putting your school bag on his gaming chair before closing the door.

You were standing nervously in the middle of the room as he approached you.

“Remember what I told you earlier doll?”

You thought for a few seconds before shaking your head making him scoff.

“I told you, to keep in my mind that, the moment you step a foot in my bedroom, your panties will end up on the floor. Remember now?”

“Ah that.” you cleared your voice looking down.

“yea, that.” he chuckled before walking away.

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, staring at you, standing there not knowing what to do. 

You felt like suffocating, his eyes were glued on you, you couldn’t move, your muscles refused to do so, you were like paralyzed. He was literally undressing you with his eyes.

He had such an effect on you, it was ridiculous.

After a few seconds, you heard him speak again.

“I changed my mind though.”

“Come here.”

You watched as Jungkook spread his legs, tapping his thigh, a silent way to gesture you to sit on his lap.

You took a deep breath, before walking to him.

The way he was manspreading, his eyes not leaving you as you approached him… you wanted to faint.

You stood between his parted legs waiting for him to make a move before his hands went to your hips pulling you down to straddle his strong thighs.

“kiss me.” he demanded gently as he took the glasses off, leaving it on his bedside table.

You didn’t say anything as you bent down to  envelope his lips in a slow kiss making him hummed in satisfaction.

His hands snaked behind your lower back, pulling you closer to his body as you started moving your hips unconsciously.

You moaned as you felt his boner rubbing against your lightly covered clit. The rough material of his jeans making you lose your mind already as he raised his hips up making you fall on his chest.

You closed your eyes focusing on his hands sliding down your sides to help you grind on him.

You felt his lips against your neck, a wet sensation coming in contact with the skin as he sucked on it.

His fingers went to unbutton your shirt, revealing your body more and more to him.

He got rid of the shirt throwing it away, his hands coming back to your body, fingers sliding over the warm skin, goosebumps raising after the soft touches.

“Jungkook, I want to c-“

“oh no no, not yet pretty.” he shook his head, standing up making you wrapped your legs around his thin waist, a quiet whine escaping from your mouth.

Jungkook put you down and looked at you with a little smirk decorating his pretty lips.

“get on your knees, kitten.”

You felt like exploding when the words came out of his mouth.

You felt this exciting feeling running through your veins as you dropped down on your knees, his pants tightening at the view of you being so obedient for him.

“you’re such a good girl for me, fuck.” Jungkook muttered lowly as he cupped your cheek gently, his thumb sliding over your bottom lip.

“you know what to do, hm?” he asked making you nod.

Your hands flied to his belt, unbuckling it quickly.

Pushing his pants down, you were met with his -huge- confined erection. You gulped as you stare at his boner.

“what is it, angel? don’t act like you’ve never seen it.” he smirked teasingly.

“no no no, that’s not it.” you cleared your voice embarrassed.

“you’re so cute.” he smiled, caressing your cheek softly.

His eyes darkened as his thumb made its way down your lips, pushing it lightly between them.

You opened your mouth, allowing him to put his digit in. You sucked on it, tongue sliding over the finger making him bite on his bottom lip.

He removed his finger before grabbing your hand to press it on his covered hard-on.

“C’mon pretty, do something.” he asked eagerly yet calmly.

You tugged his calvin klein boxer down his legs, freeing his cock slapping against his lower stomach, the clothes pooling at his ankles.

You took a deep breath before wrapping your hand around his sensitive fully-hard cock, earning a hiss from Jungkook.

You started moving your hand, giving him a few sharp tugs as you twist your wrist making him close his eyes.

Your thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, sliding over the slit earning a deep moan from him.

“fuck! c’mon baby, do it please, you know what I want.”

You nodded, bringing your face closer to him as you kiss the tip that’s already oozing precum, his hand going down to your hair.

You licked the glistening head, tasting the salty pre-cum, making the man sigh in a pleasant way before feeling him push your head more to his cock as his other hand reached down to guide it into your mouth.

“C’mon baby, open up.”

You took him in your mouth, lips enveloping around him.

“god, what a sight.”

You flattened your tongue on the side of his cock, feeling the light vein as you started bobbing your head earning a breathy moan from the man.

Jungkook leaned his head back, as he started moving his hips forward slowly.

You sucked him off, humming surprised as he tugged on your hair slightly, holding you still.

“fuck! baby, you doing so good.” he moaned closing his eyes.

He moved his hips forward, carefully not to hurt you as he savored the warmth that's wrapped around him.

You pulled back a bit, only to suck on the head of his cock making him bute on his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on your mouth.

You tried your best to pleasure him as you let the tip hit the back of throat, earning a low moan from him, enough to make your core throb.

“ah fuck! yea, just like that!” He looked down at you with half closed eyes.

“look at me princess.” he demanded, as your eyes met his.

“I’m so close.” he groaned.

Jungkook held on your hair as he started moving faster, your hands flat on his muscular thighs, nails digging in the flesh as he felt his orgasm getting closer.

Your eyes got teary as he kept on hitting the back of your throat, until you heard a surprisingly high pitched moan from the man.

He cursed as he came.

Pulling away, his hand cup your cheek as he looked at you breathlessly.

“swallow it.” he demanded with lust dripping from his tongue.

“Only, if you want to. I’m not forcing you kitten.” he tilted his head to the side, his stare strong yet soft.

You gulped the salty substance reluctantly making him let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“god, you’re so fucking hot.” he watched as you sticked your tongue out, showing him the evidence.

His hand came to the nape of your neck, pulling you up to your feet making you gasp.

His thumb wiped the sticky release down your chin, putting it in your mouth as you sucked on the digit.

“C’mere.” he grabbed your face, enveloping your lips in a heated kiss.

Jungkook kicked the clothes pooling at his ankles away, as he walked you to the bed, his lips not leaving yours.

When the back of your knees touched the edge of his bed, he let your body fall back on the mattress, the delicate sheet welcoming your half-naked body.

You watched as he got rid of the rest of his clothes, throwing his denim jacket to his chair, revealing his well toned body.

He stood there, before you, bare proudly as he smirked at you.

He approached your body, hands on your skirt, pulling at it a bit making you raise your hips to help him take it off.

“you’re such a pretty doll.” you heard him muttered as he admired your body. The black bra and panties complimenting your skin so well.

“wanna drink some water before we start?” he asked.

You shook your head slightly before replying.

“no, thank you.” you smiled a bit making him nod.

“did I hurt you? earlier when we..” he pointed to your throat.

“oh no no don’t worry I’m fine.” you waved your hands in front of you to reassure him.

“good then.”

Jungkook hovered above your body, his arms at each sides of your head making you gulp, his demeanor making you feel small again.

“Can I take these off?” he asked fingers ghosting over the soft material covering your chest.

You nodded timidly, his hand going behind your back, unclasping the bra skillfully.

Throwing it away, his eyes immediately went to your breasts, perky nipples making him feel excited again as he lick his lips.

Bending down, he started leaving small kisses on your collarbones, his soft lips making their way down your chest.

Jungkook attached his lips around one of your nipple making you whimper softly as you felt the wet muscle rubbing on the hard bud.

You watched as his hand went to fondle with your breast, eyes following his thumb stroking lightly over the sensitive bud making you breathe heavily.

“C’mon kitten, I find you way too quiet right now.”

He twisted your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as he nibbled on the other erected bud with his teeth, earning a moan from you.

“you know I don’t like that, hm.” he mumbled.

He detached his lips from your breast, kissing lighting down your stomach, leaving little marks after his trail.

You felt his fingers on your panties waistband, your eyes meeting him as he was already staring at you waiting for your consent as you nod lightly.

He didn’t waste a second as he dragged the underwear down your legs, throwing it away on the pile of clothes on the floor.

Jungkook spread your legs for him to lay in-between them surprising you when he grabbed on your thigh positioning it over his shoulder.

“Mind if I have another taste?” you heard him say.

You didn’t have the time to respond when you felt his lips on your glistening one’s making you let a moan escape from your mouth.

His hands pinned your waist firmly to the mattress as you kept on squirming at the feeling of his tongue sliding over your clit. He ate you out, eyes closed as he focused on pleasuring you. 

He switched to your swollen clit to nibble on it making you arch your back, hands grabbing desperately at the soft sheet. He sucked on it harshly, the not so soft feeling making you want to close your legs around his head.

You breathed heavily feeling your orgasm getting closer. Your legs started shaking slighting around his head letting him know that you were close.

“Jungkook, gosh I’m so cl-“

You groaned annoyed when he suddenly pull his head away, your orgasm vanishing.

“why?” you pulled on his wrist.

“because I wanted to.” he shrugged, fingers sliding over your stomach teasingly.

“what did you expect? If you don’t ask me what you want, how am I supposed to know. I told you I wanted to taste you another time but you, you didn’t say what you wanted.” he pursed his lips playfully.

You turned your head to the side avoiding his eyes.

“tell me.” he demanded.

“look at me baby.” he said firmly making you look at him again.

“tell me what you want.”

You gulped feeling small again as he stared down at you. He looked so big on top of you. It was really intimidating.

“Say it, or I will just stop and d-“

“I want you to.. you know.”

“No I don’t. Spill it right now before I change my mind.”

Jungkook knew how to make you talk. He wouldn’t stop like that. Not without pleasuring you nor having what he want. He knew how to make you do what he wants you to do.

“So?”

“I want you to make me-“

“Make you what?” he interrupted you getting impatient.

“I want you to make me cum.” you muttered loud enough for him to hear.

“see, I didn’t bite you… yet.” he chuckled making you sigh.

Jungkook was quick to bend down again, mouth getting closer to your heat, looking up at you one last time before connecting his lips with your core.

“fuck.” you whimpered at the contact, still a bit sensitive from the denying.

He sucked on your lips, tongue teasing your entrance. You watched him devour you, his tongue penetrating you stealing a soft moan from you.

“Jungkook, please I want to cum.”

The man hummed against you, the vibration stimulating you more.

“already.” he laughed quite surprised.

“Please let me cum.” you whined, your hand coming down to his head, pushing him more between your legs.

You almost felt like crying when he nibbled on your clit, sucking on it harshly.

“Jungkook please.” you pleaded.

“Cum pretty girl, cum on my tongue.” he finally replied making your heart skipped a beat, everything going too fast for you as you pulled on his soft tresses. 

A wave of pleasure washed over you as you came for the second time today.

“oh my god!”

You tried to back away as he didn’t stop, mouth still latched on your core.

“Jungkook, I can’t.” you bit on your bottom lip at the overstimulation. 

“you can do it baby, i know you can take another one.”

You shook your head whining as you felt his thumb rub on your clit slowly, your breath getting unsteady.

“fuck, I-“

You couldn’t finish your sentence, as you threw your head back, your orgasm hitting you hard.

You felt like passing out. It was too much.

Jungkook caressed your thighs gently soothing you a bit as you let your body rest.

“you did well darling, so well.” he smirked feeling satisfied by your fucked up state before leaving a kiss on your abused clit earning a hiss from you. 

“you good?” he asked after a few minutes.

You just hummed eyes still closed.

“wanna drink something?”

“please.”

“stay awake, I’ll come back.”

Jungkook came back with a glass of cold water handing it to you as you sat up gulping the fresh liquid.

“thanks.” you gave it back to him, this one placing it on the bedside table.

“Are you too tired or can you take a last one, for me?”

“I need you so bad right now.” he whispered deeply, his tattooed hand sliding over your bare arm, goosebumps raising after the light touches.

You gulped, your last orgasm was so recent, were you ready to face another one? You felt wasted and ready to slumber.

You looked at him, his dark eyes not leaving yours. You thought for a moment, your stare lowering to his lips, the piercing decorating it at the corner scintillating.

“I need you too.” you whispered making him smile.

Laying down on your back, you pulled him on top of you.

“Listen to me carefully now angel.” he started, caressing your hair back.

“I’m gonna make you cry out in pleasure. I don’t care if you pass out in my bed, I’m gonna fuck you dumb. I’ll pleasure you so good that you won’t be able to speak properly after it. Trust me, you will only remember my name. Heard me, princess?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours.

His words warming your whole body, you wanted to run away but you were frozen.  

You were so tempted, he had that strong effect on you. You couldn’t speak nor think properly at this point, at what he announced shamelessly.

Your body was on fire.

Your innocent eyes diverted from his.

Jungkook captured your lips in a slow kiss, his tongue grazing over your bottom lip.

Your hand travelled to his nape, deepening the now-heated-kiss making him moan.

His lips lowered to your jaw leaving little kisses there, while his hand grabbed on your left thigh spreading your legs a bit more to make room for him to lay comfortably between them.

He grabbed on his hard cock, rubbing the tip between your wet lips, a soft moan leaving your mouth.

Slapping the head of his election on your core, you whined the teasing getting unbearable.

“Jungkook, please.”

“what?” he tilted his head to the side playfully.

“stop teasing please.”

“what do you want?“

“are you serious right now?” you covered your flustered face with your hands.

“Yes I am. Say it. I wanna know.”

“I want you.” you said quietly making him hummed in a disapproving way.

“I don’t get it.”

“Do something.”

“what?“

“fuck me.”

“beg for it.”

You took a deep breath, your heart beating faster in excitation.

“Jungkook please, I need you so bad please. fuck me.. hard. I want you to make me feel good.” you pleaded throwing your last bit of dignity away.

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he caressed your cheek.

“so fucking pretty.”

You felt the tip of his cock rubbing on your core, pushing in slowly.

“tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop right away.”

A sob escaped from your throat when he penetrate you. Biting on your bottom lip hard, eyebrows frowned as you threw your head back at the painful yet so delicious stretch.

You whimpered as he started rolling his hips.

“Jungkook!“

You moaned loudly as he suddenly snap his hips hard into yours.

“fuck yes! right there ah fuck!”

Your fingers laced into his soft black curls pulling on them tightly. He groaned the little burn turning him on more.

You whimpered in his ear, your nails digging into his muscular back forming little crescents as he kept on abusing your g-spot, hips moving faster, the bedhead hitting the wall over and over.

“you’re so warm and so fucking tight! Shit! Am I not fucking you enough, huh doll?” he rested his sweaty forehead on yours.

“Jungkook, please go harder.” you cried out, eyes getting teary.

He didn’t think twice as his hand gripped on the bedhead for support, pounding into you with no mercy.

You clenched around him making him moan, your warmth engulfing him drive him crazy.

“Jungkook, you feel so good! Please keep going, don’t stop!”

Tears slid down your cheeks catching his attention as he twitched inside you. The feeling of it making you break into a sobbing mess as you clenched around him.

You knitted your eyebrows, mouth ajar as you felt this oh-so-familiar knot in the pit of your stomach ready to explode at any moment.

He held you firmly, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips as he felt his own release coming.

“are you close?” 

You couldn’t reply not fully ready to face your third orgasm of the day.

Pulling him down, you kissed him deeply, his hands coming to grab your yours, pinning them next your head.

“Jungkook, I’m gon-“

“Look at me.” he breathed out.

“I want you to look at me when you cum.” he bit on his bottom lip concentrating on moving his hips.

You tried to keep eye contact with him but his strong intimidating stare made it difficult.

“Am I making you feel good darling?” Jungkook asked between breath.

“answer.” you bite on your earlobe slightly making you grab on his bicep.

“yes, so so good!” you said between sobs.

“Who the fuck is making you feel good?” he asked moaning.

“You! You, Jungkook!”

“You’re so hot, so good for me. So good only for me. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Your hand slid to his chest, nails dragging on his soft skin, the burning sensation quite pleasant, made him furrowed his eyebrows.

“Say that you’re mine.”

You were too lost in the pleasure to think straight as you nod, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m yours.”

“Say it again!” he asked loudly, his eyes not leaving your face.

“I’m yours Jungkook! I’m yours! Only yours!”  your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

“That’s fucking right! You’re mine, only mine.” he said as he sucked on your sweet spot.

You threw your head back deep into the pillow as you felt your high coming.

“Jungkook! fuck, I’m coming!” you cried out, walls convulsing around his cock, legs shaking, you couldn’t felt your body anymore.

Your vision became white, the repeated snaps of his hips into yours sending you to oblivion.

Your warm release enough to make Jungkook lose his mind, throwing him over the edge as he abruptly pulled out.

“Open your pretty legs for me princess.” you barely comprehended his words, head spinning as he spread your legs.

Pumping his cock a few times, he finally cummed on your lower stomach, some of his release landing on your upper thigh. 

You felt the warm sticky substance coming in contact with your skin but didn’t react much.

Jungkook stared at your body in awe still panting from his efforts.

The little purple and red marks he painted with his lips decorating your pretty delicate skin so well, the now-dried-tears on your cheeks boosting his ego knowing how good you felt while he was fucking you and his cum laying on your thighs was the cherry on top.

He watched as the thick liquid flows down the inside of your thigh.

You looked like a mess. A hot mess.

“you’re such a masterpiece princess.” he whispered, more to himself.

He hovered above your body, leaving a soft peck on your lips making you open your eyes, only to look at the man on top of you.

He looked so attractive, beads of sweat covering his forehead, some locks of his hair sticked on it. His lips were reddish from all the biting. The scratches you left on his muscular chest made him look hotter.

You were still out of breath, trying your best not to fall asleep.

“are you ok?” he caressed your arm.

You hummed, pushing his hair back from his eyes making him smile softly.

“Rest for a moment, hm.” he said before leaving to his bedroom connected bathroom.

After a few minutes, he came back, a boxer on. He placed a pile of things on the edge of this bed before coming to your side.

“you dead?” he touched your shoulder slightly not wanting to disturbing if you actually fell asleep.

“no, I was just closing my eyes.” you laughed.

“I was that good huh.” he wiggled his eyebrows making you cleared your voice, pulling the cover closer to your body.

“don’t be shy now. I’ve seen everything under that.” he teased pulling on the blanket playfully.

Pulling it down your legs, he grabbed the warm wet towel he let on the edge of the bed before cleaning you up. He wiped your lower stomach clean and the inside of your thighs gently making you sigh.

“C’mere, I’ll help you.” he helped you sit up, grabbing one of his boxer, sliding it up your legs.

“I guess you rather wear something clean, right?” he said as he continued, before hooking your bra.

He grabbed the sweatpants and black oversized Calvin Klein shirt.

“more confortable.” he spoke dressing you up.

You watched in utter shock the scenery before you.

Why all of this? It wasn’t often that he gave you his clothes. You were so confused. He was being more and more different. He changed a lot since you met him.

It was just simple things and gestures, yet it made your heart melt. You were so lost. 

“well, you will give them back to me when we see each others next week.” he pinched your cheek making you roll you eyes.

“yea yea I’m not gonna steal them.”

“I’d have let it slide If you were my g-“

Suddenly, Jungkook’s phone rang interrupting his blabbing making him huff. He picked up the phone, pursing his lips at the name displayed on the screen.

“hey!”

“Yes I do, I remember.” he hummed listening to the other person talking making you tilted your head to the side when he looked toward you.

“ah..tonight?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“well, I’m not sure… I know but.. ok ok fine I will come.”

You got out the bed, picking your clothes from the floor. You folded them putting them in your bag, grabbing your phone to check your notifications.

“you’re leaving?” you heard Jungkook asked behind you.

“yes, I will get going before it’s getting too dark outside.”

“I was about to suggest you to stay over tonight but I have to g-“

“Stay over?”

“yea.. I thought that you were probably too tired.”

“no no, I’m good.” you laughed.

“I have things to do tonight too.“

“hm, here take my jacket.” he put it on you before you could even refused.

Jungkook accompanied you at the front door, watching as you started walking away.

“wait, I’ll drop you off at your house. My bike is there, let me just get the helmets-“

“no no don’t bother. I will walk, it’s not too far.”

“i don’t mind.“

You let a breathy laugh pass by your lips as you shook your head.

“It’s ok, I wanna walk a bit.”

“You’re alone and it’s getting dark. And look at you, you can’t even walk straight.” he grinned making you roll your eyes.

“I’m fine, and there are still people outside at this time doing late jogging.”

“You’re so stubborn.” he clicked his tongue.

“See you.” you waved leaving his house.

“Hey!” Jungkook called out making you turn around curiously.

“Cherry.”

You furrowed your eyebrows confused.

“What?”

“It’s Cherry. The flavor of your lip balm.” he smirked.

You looked away shyly, staying silent.

“Am I right?” He raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“Well, I gotta go now, bye Jungkook.” 

He watched as you disappeared rapidly, almost tripping over the sidewalk, a soft smile decorating his lips.

You threw your bag on the carpeted floor of your bedroom before jumping on your bed.

“gosh.” you sighed putting your hands over your flustered face.

“Why is he like that?” you turned around on your stomach burying your face on your pillow.

“I hate him.” you screamed into the soft cushion.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a notification on your phone.

You went to your bag grabbing the device from it as you sat on the floor.

As expected, it was a message from your dear best friend.

dramaboy : you’re home?

y/n : yup.

dramaboy : picking you up in a hour, get ready

y/n : ???

dramaboy : we going out tonight. did you forget? Friday night, movie night.

y/n : ahh yea the romantic movie you chose

dramaboy : we chose* c’mon I don’t wanna be late

y/n : yea yea, see you

dramaboy : see ya

You sighed, walking to your bathroom.

After your quick shower, you decided to pick some confortable clothes to go out. You looked at yourself in your big miroir, admiring yourself.

You looked good. Was this because you were on a good mood?

Why were you feeling like that?

People say that you find yourself more attractive when you’re feeling confident, when you are happy. You kinda liked it.

Looking at your phone, you noticed a message from your best friend letting you know that he was already here, waiting for you outside.

“heyy!”

“hey!” you smiled as you sat on the passenger seat.

“how you doing?”

“good and you?”

“good too.” you buckled your belt.

“you ready?” he asked.

“Let’s go.”

You were waiting for your snacks at the counter when you heard your best friend groaned.

“what is it?” you asked noticing his annoyed face.

“mister muscle is here.” he rolled his eyes looking behind you.

You looked behind you only to see Jungkook, with a drink in his hand, his other arm placed over a girl’s shoulder. Your heart stopped for a second.

He was laughing with his friends. He finally noticed you as you made eye contact.

“fuck!” you turned around panicked.

“do you think he saw me?”

“nice, now he’s coming here.” you heard your best friend huff.

“hi y/n.” you heard Jungkook behind you.

“hi Jungkook.” you forced a smile facing him.

“Hi Park.” he greeted your best friend

Jimin just nodded acknowledging him.

You pursed your lips as Jimin walked away leaving you alone with Jungkook.

”going to the restroom quickly.” he said before disappearing.

”you’re ignoring me?”

“No no not at all, I was just.. hmm.. talking with him.” you cleared your voice.

“He doesn’t appreciate me, right?” Jungkook chuckled making you sigh.

“no it’s not that.”

“So, you came to watch..” he said waiting for you to continue the sentence.

“Jimin chose that romantic movie with one of his favorite actor.” you explained playing with your fingers nervously, the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“And you?” you asked back.

“horror movie with my friends.” he pointed to the group chatting behind him.

“that’s cool...” you said, staring at the girl that was already staring at you.

“y/n!” you heard Jimin called out.

“Oh the movie is about to start, I guess. I’ll go join him.” You grabbed the snacks that were on the counter next to you.

“Enjoy your movie.” you smiled walking away.

“Hey!” you turned around to him.

“nice jacket.” he grinned, pointing toward his Calvin Klein denim jacket you were wearing.

“Oh… thanks. I mean no, I.. thank you for letting me borrow it. I just, well, Jimin is waiting for me! Bye.”

Jungkook laughed shaking his head as you sprinted away.

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A/N : i want this Jungkook so bad, like for real. It hurts, I would get him pregnant if I could- wait wait no no forget it pls I wasn’t thinking straight helpsjd. thank you so much for reading luvs <3,, I hope it wasn’t too bad. I’ve repeated so many words. I must have more vocabularies. Details weren’t as good as I wished but I kinda like the fic. Have a nice day :)

[jazzyoranges]

Wants and Needs

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Wednesday gets jealous. she pegs you for funsies

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: g!p reader, pegging, strap-on (R receiving), anal, rimming (dw you wash your ass), overstimulation, possessive Wednesday, spanish/italian pet names and phrases, implied werewolf!R, Weds calls you puppy a lot, implied breeding kink, probably ooc Wednesday

Minors DNI!!!

“Cucciola.”

“Wednesday? What happened? Are you alright?”

“Home. Need… need you now.” Wednesday stumbles into your chest, wrapping her arms around you waist

“Love, how much have you had to drink?”

“D-Doesn’t matter.” The Addams practically growls into your shoulder

“We can’t do anything while you’re intoxicated, Wednesday. C’mon, le-“ your girlfriend pulls you into a searing kiss. She tugs at the nape of your neck, forcing you to grab at her waist to steady yourself

You faintly taste bourbon on her lips as she squeezes the skin just above your pants. Wednesday’s kisses are filled with lust, and something else you can’t exactly pinpoint. When your girlfriend finally pulls away, your lips are swollen due to Wednesday not-so-casually biting them every few seconds. She pulls you into another kiss, and you can’t help but follow her lead

The loud music, the lights, the dancing people, you had no idea why Wednesday even decided to go to a college party in the first place. That said, you’re getting a horny girlfriend out of the experience, so who can really complain? Definitely not you that’s for sure

“W-Wednesday…” You mumble into her lips

“Do you know how long that vampire has been looking at you?” She whispers but somehow you can hear her over the noise You try to turn away to scan your surroundings but Wednesday takes your chin in her hand so your attention is only on her

“She doesn’t deserve your gaze, puppy. Only I am allowed to look at you with lustful eyes.”

“I only have my sights on you, Wednesday,” you kiss her cheek “I promise I’d never look at another woman like how I look at you”

“Infidelity is not something I worry about in our relationship. Perhaps I should carve out her brain so she’ll never be able to have another inappropriate thought about you…” Wednesday mutters the last sentence to herself, but you start getting worried. If both of you don’t leave instantly the night will definitely end in blood. And not the kinky kind

“How about we go home, my love? Maybe a party wasn’t the best of ideas, I apologize”

“No, no. This night has given me the opportunity for me to truly claim you as mine.”

“Alright, let go home now, darling” You sling Wednesday’s arm around your shoulder, leading her to the exit of the apartment. You don’t notice the nasty glare she gives to the vampire

It takes… a considerable amount of time for Wednesday to walk down the 2 flights of stairs considering her stumbling. You opt to carry her halfway down the first set of stairs. Luckily you didn’t park too far from the apartment

You didn’t think it took too long to get to your shared apartment, but a certain Addams definitely had different ideas when she pushed you against the door with lust in her eyes

“Bedroom, now.” Wednesday mumbles in between bites to your neck

“My love, you-“

“You asked me to be your girlfriend on October 15th, 3:24am. I am sober enough to make love to you, cara mia.” Your girlfriend continues to bite and lick your neck, slowly guiding you to your shared bedroom

Wednesday doesn’t waste any time taking off your pants and boxers, revealing your erect penis. You were far too into being dominated than you’d like to admit. Only looking away for a second to take off your shirt, Wednesday already had a black strap-on attached to her hips

Stroking the faux cock with lube, your breath hitches at the sheer length and thickness of it

…Did Wednesday always have that?

“A-Aren’t you going to prep me first?”

“Hm, I’m sure you can take it raw, mi sol.” Your girlfriend presses a kiss to a quickly forming hickey on your neck

“But I suppose I could humor you.” Before you know what’s happening, Wednesday’s tongue is in your ass, and you don’t know how to feel about it

All uncertainties leave your head when she replaces her tongue with a finger. The sensation is new to you and it sends shivers up your spine when she starts to thrust, making you let out an almost pornographic moan. Wednesday enjoys how you’re clenching around her

One finger turns into two and you’re practically in heaven. Usually you were the one that did most of the moving, but having your very hot girlfriend fuck you in a place you’d never been fucked was absolutely melting your brain

“You’re ready, cucciola.”

“W-Wednesday!” You whimper when your girlfriend lifts up your hips and makes you hook your knees around her hips. Sometimes you forget short people can be strong

“Mi sol, tan asombrosa.” Wednesday eases herself into your asshole, and you practically sing at the intrusion. She watches your eyes roll in satisfaction with the tiniest smile on her face. The Addams should’ve indulged in her fantasies much sooner

You were a mess, to say the very least. You were happy with being a service top. Pleasing Wednesday, it made you happy knowing your girlfriend felt good. But this… this was a new sensation you’d love to get used to. If this was Wednesday’s way of slutting you out it was most definitely working

Truly, the Addams wished she could feel the silicone cock being squeezed by your tight asshole. But alas, your noises and reactions were enough to calm Wednesday’s nerves about the party. Only she was able to turn you into a moaning whore. Her slow thrusts became faster, and you’re basically a bumbling whimpering mess when your hole clenches around her cock

Perhaps this was what Wednesday felt when you topped. You’ve never felt so fucking full in your life. Her dick was practically incinerating your guts in the best way possible. To make make matters worse, you felt a familiar feeling bubble up in your lower stomach when Wednesday started to stroke your drooling cock while fucking your ass with even more fervor

The next words Wednesday utters make tears prick at your eyes

“Hold it, puppy.”

“Wednesday, please…” You whine with no avail

“Hold it.” Your girlfriend roughly slaps your ass, leaving a red mark. When you moan she does it again. And again. And again until you’re on the edge of crying. From the pleasure? From the pain? You can’t really tell over the stench of sex wafting around your shared room

Thankfully your girlfriend isn’t fully evil like she thinks

“Cum for me, cara mia.”

Doing as she says, long ropes of cum release from your hardened cock. You’ve never cum so much in your life, and you don’t want to admit that you’re a little disappointed it’s being put to waste on your stomach instead of in your beautiful girlfriend

Wednesday notices this, deciding to lap up the copious amounts of cum off your stomach. After the mind-blowing orgasm you just had, all you wanted to do was return the favor. You try to get up but unfortunately Wednesday pushes you down

“This is about you, mi sol.” The Addams sighs at the salty taste of your cum. When she’s finished, you wipe the excess off her chin and take a taste for yourself

“Thank you, Wednesday.” You bring your girlfriend closer to you, cuddling into her naked chest while pulling the blankets over your shoulders

“Qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio.” Wednesday leaves a kiss on your forehead as you drift off to sleep

—

cucciola - puppy

mi sol, tan asombrosa - my sun, so amazing

cara mia - my darling

qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio - anything for you, my darling

(all google translated, pls cut me some slack lol)

[ahhhwomen]

Not A Toy?

Trigger Happy AU

Part 3

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ik ik, everything has been written in very excruciating detail so far, this one being no exception, but I promise I'm going to up the speed and intensity very soon. Also, I am sorry if this one is a bit rushed, I just wanted to get it out there. Def not my favorite chapter...

Disclaimer: English is not my first language; all mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 3: Mommy kink, stalker Wanda, kidnapping (?), slightly stupid reader

Summary: Maybe you are more to Wanda than just a Toy.

Word Count: 1157

Your apartment had never been the best. When you moved in, months prior, that much became apparent. It was filthy, small, and there were large gaps between some of the floorboards. However, money was tight after you were cut off from your family, and the neighborhood wasn’t the worst. So, you took what you could.

You had lived there for all of 2 weeks before you got a roommate. In those 2 weeks, you tried to make it more pleasant and feel more like home. You got a carpet to hide the large gaps, you moved the furniture to make it feel like more space, and you deep cleaned.

As you came to learn, Jessica didn’t care much for that sort of stuff. Between college, working a part-time job, having a boyfriend, and loving parties, Jessica was barely even there. She had never bothered to do much around the apartment, she never cleaned, and never took any interest in changing things around.

It's therefore safe to say you are a bit confused as you take in the scene in front of you.

Why is your coach upside down?

You have no clue how you didn’t see it until now. It wasn’t like you, you had always praised yourself on your observation skills.

That damn policewoman was doing a number on you.

You are just about to pull your phone out when you hear a creak, another issue with the floorboards. The sound came from Jessica's room.

Your apartment has felt off ever since you came home, but now it feels like you are somewhere else entirely. Suddenly everything was colder, and your skin prickles with chills.

Your feet slowly inch closer to Jessica's door, trying to stay silent, and your hands push gently on the handle. Sweat runs down your back and you hold your breath, the tension is heavy in the air. With the handle down, you being to put a slight weight into the door. The door creaks open to reveal….

Nothing.

Your eyes scan the room, everything the same as when you left this morning. You let out a shaky breath, relieved, you close the door again.  

You remind yourself to send a quick text to your roommate about the furniture rearrangement before you walk back to the bathroom.

///////

Wanda bites back a groan as the door presses lightly against her. She can hear your hands shaking against the handle.

She had meant to get out before you came home, but you turn out to be a fast walker.

After her work was done for the day Wanda had spent a substantial amount of time tracking this roommate of yours. She was a busy girl. She worked at a local diner most of the week but had Mondays and Wednesdays off. She hung out with her boyfriend, that lived 2 blocks away, almost every day. She took a liking to people, always having to be around someone. She seemed to be your complete opposite.

By what intel Wanda gathered, you were a quiet girl, who liked to keep to yourself. You were sweet and always willing to help, but large groups of people made you uncomfortable.

You were perfect. Well-mannered, sweet, lonely. A good girl.

Hers.

Wanda is good at hiding her less savory side. Obsessive behavior never looked good on paper. She had only ever allowed herself to indulge in smaller doses. However, Wanda couldn’t just fuck this urge out with a random pretty girl she picked up like she was used to.

No.

Wanda needed you.

She needs to have you, nurse you, fuck you. She needs to hold you, have you wrapped around her like the little kitten you are. Hers, and only hers.

She just needed to push you a little.

So, she did what anyone would do, and began staging her crime scene.

Your apartment wasn’t exactly big, so how would a big fight play out in such a small space? Wanda was testing your living room when she heard your keys jingle in the hallway.

“I’m home!”

Wanda smiled a little.

You must have been so sleepy. There was a little crack in the door Wanda could look at you through, and you walked right passed the flipped coach and started getting your dinner ready. Wanda had to hold back a disapproving sigh as you picked up a microwavable dinner.

You were a growing girl who requires proper sustenance. Not, whatever was in those plastic tubs.

As the timer on the microwave counted down, you looked lost in thought. Wanda wondered what you were thinking about as your teeth sank into your lip, your scrunched-up nose indicating you were worried. Wanda's hands griped the door, if something was bothering her girl, it bothered Wanda.

Luckily you snapped out of it rather fast and got to eating.

You occur to be quite the messy eater. It was adorable the way you would huff in annoyance as the table became smothered in your mess.

Wanda made a mental note to always feed you on a mat. She didn’t want her floors to be stained like your table was.

You stood up.

Wanda couldn’t get a proper view of the bathroom from where she stood. She had intended on moving just a little bit to the left when her foot hit a loose tile.

Shit!

Wanda could hear you try to sneak over to the door, and she saw the handle slowly move downwards. If she made even the tiniest of noises Wanda knew the gig would be over. She pressed herself into the wall and held her breath.

You paused for a second when the door was almost all the way open. Wanda could hear you sigh. Then close the door again.

You make your way back to the bathroom.

Wanda stands there baffled for a second before sneaking out when she picks up the water running.

Who doesn’t open the door all the way when they think an intruder is in the house?

You just have to be happy it was only Wanda.

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“SOMEONE PLEASE!” The filth sobs as her voice echoes back to her.

Wanda smirks.

Don’t worry, it will all be over very soon.

[mynameisalanwake]

WIP Wednesday

since i can't stop thinking about my ME3 Omega DLC rewrite - here you go!

Garrus Vakarian was riding high.

His afternoon at the Citadel was nothing short of success: he finally got to check "going to the very top of the Presidium" off his bucket list, the girl of his dreams was just as crazy about him, and it didn’t hurt that they finally proved he was the better shot between the two. He caught himself humming old Earth music Laoise introduced him to as he tinkered with the Normandy’s weapons calibrations when the door slid open, and a very frantic Liara entered.

"Garrus! Please tell me if you’ve seen Shepard."

"Not since I got back from the Citadel. She said an old friend wanted to see her." The asari’s demeanor was making him nervous. "What do you know that I don’t?"

The accusation wasn’t completely unfounded – Liara’s position as the Shadow Broker meant she frequently had intel long before anyone even recognized its value. She was clearly weighing just how much information she needed to give him before sighing with exasperation. "I think it would be best if you saw for yourself." The two quickly crossed the mess hall to the former XO office, now covered from floor to ceiling in monitors displaying vid feeds from across the galaxy. Liara’s drone, Glyph, hovered over eagerly to greet them.

"Dr. T’Soni, I have enhanced the Cerberus communication feeds on Omega as you requested."

"Omega?" The mention of the lawless station that was nearly his early grave piqued Garrus’s attention. Liara gave him a solemn nod, then locked her focus in on her terminal.

"Glyph, do we have confirmation on what’s happening?"

"Affirmative, Dr. T’Soni. Several escape pods of unknown origin crashed into a hangar on the outskirts of the station. Cerberus officers stationed there are currently under heavy fire by outside agitators."

 "Yes, yes, but what about Shepard? Have they said anything else about Shepard?"

"Sightings of Commander Shepard and Aria T’Loak have been confirmed by Cerberus agents on the ground."

Garrus and Liara exchanged a tense look. While the two existed on different ends of the morality spectrum, Shepard and T’Loak were unexpectedly friendly, each considering the other their "pet project." Truthfully, it was no surprise the commander would agree to assist with the incursion – the Afterlife happened to be Laoise’s favorite karaoke spot in the galaxy. She wasn’t going to let it go that easily.

"Can we patch into their comms?" Garrus asked. He tried to keep his tone even, but the question came out rushed, desperate. Liara shook her head, typing away while her eyes anxiously scanned the vid streams. Screens flipped to various angles of Omega, all neon lights and eezo dust with a glowing orange force field blocking off the center of the station. A group of well-armed mercenaries approached – Aria’s people. They took a beat to examine the barrier, then a vorcha charged forward and disintegrated upon impact as Garrus and Liara could only watch in terror. "T’Soni, patch into their comms." The turian repeated his request, now a demand, and his grip tightened on the back of her chair.

"Damn it, Garrus, if I could, I would have already." Liara was getting frustrated, her fingers flying across the keys as she tossed through countless surveillance feeds to find the commander. A flash of dark energy on one of the screens caught their attention – when the commotion settled, they were greeted by the sight of Commander Shepard standing amongst a pile of smoldering mechs before she scuttled offscreen. "Where did she go?"

"There." He pointed at another feed above them that showed Laoise and Aria in a heated discussion. The vids had no sound, but the odds were good they were bickering. Suddenly, the two were gone again, escaping through a hole in the catwalk below them. Liara began scrambling through the rest of the feeds looking for the pair.

"Aria knows Omega better than anyone!" Her tone verged on a whine – the Shadow Broker never liked being out of the loop. "The only comfort is Cerberus likely can’t find them, either."

Garrus racked his brain for memories of his time lurking the station, hoping to recall some secret, all-encompassing floor map, but nothing helpful came to mind. "I remember rumors of some smuggling tunnels under the city, but we just assumed it was the vorcha crawling through the ducts." The longer Laoise was off-screen, the more frustrated the turian became. "Shit, Shepard, we were just with each other. You could’ve told me."

"What were you two up to?" Liara kept her eyes trained on her terminal, but her curiosity clearly got the better of her. "I heard a few C-Sec officers complaining one of the taxis went offline. One mentioned a human Spectre." Garrus felt a heat creep up his neck as he reminisced about his and Shepard’s afternoon together at the top of the Citadel, a peaceful moment that felt a lifetime away now.

"We went to the top of the Presidium," he admitted, "just to pop off some shots together. Let off some steam. She needed a break." That was all she would get out of him – besides, a good turian didn’t kiss and tell. The asari snorted derisively at his half-truth, but before she could needle him for more, Glyph interrupted with a cheerful chirp.

"Dr. T’Soni, I have gained access to a communication channel on Omega. I am patching you in now."

The speakers in the room were now abuzz with chatter even though the monitors still flipped through empty hallways and a now-quiet city center. From the conversations they could make out, it seemed as though Glyph found just the feed they wanted – the Omega resistance.

"Aria, if you think I'm going to let you carve a bloody path through this campaign, you're sorely mistaken." A familiar voice cut through the din, as did her partner’s irritated groan.

[intosnarkness]

So my cat died today.

(tw:pet illness, death)

idk I might try and write the whole story later, but 15 years is a lot to try and boil down. (NB, I got him when he was 2, which you might have figured out because he was 17.)

But long story short, in February of 22 I was in Florida setting up an expo for work when the vet called me. Nat had taken the boys for a dental cleaning, and Peri lost like, a pound in a few weeks.

I was 900 miles away and could do nothing as they did scans and blood tests and I hid behind a shipping crate and cried.

They found a mass in his stomach and he's been on steroids since. We didn't know what it was, because I didn't want to do the exploratory on a cat his age. The vet agreed. I thought at the time that I had 3 months left. I got 18.

Recently Pman has had less appetite. This came to a head on Wednesday when I got home from work to feed the cats and he didn't come when I opened the can. He was also leaving more and more food uneaten.

I called the vet yesterday but it didn't feel emergent so when i got voicemail I gave up. Called again around 11 this morning and they asked me to bring him in ASAP. I had a Feeling then that today was going to end with a cremation.

Nat was headed home early from work because they're doing construction on his building and he was Done so I called and asked him to take Peri in. He agreed.

When he got to the house, Peri had found a bobbin for embroidery floss at some point between when I left at 7:45am and when he got home at 11:45am and eaten the thread off of it.

Nat called me and I just.. left. I just got up and left work and called the people I needed to call from the car to tell them I had a pet emergency and was leaving for the day. Nat and I met at the vet.

The issues came down to this:

When a cat eats string, your concern is it being in the intestine. If you pull on the string you can tear the intestine with the pressure. If you don't know how long it's been, you need to scope the cat or do exploratory surgery.

Our vet did not have anyone to scope the cat. They called every other vet in town, apparently. Time ticked by. They found one about 40 minutes away.

At this point it was close to 1:30. In the best scenario, it had been at least 2 hours since the thread entered his system. It would be another hour before we could get the scope in him. I kept saying to Nat, as we sat and waited, that there was no world where it wasn't in the intestine by the time we got him there. This is when I started to really fucking lose it.

If the string was in the intestine, they were going to have to do exploratory abdominal surgery on a 17-year-old cat to get it out. I remember what his recovery was like when he was 3 and did this. I was not sure it was fair to do that to a cat as old as him. I was pretty sure I had murdered my best friend with embroidery floss, which is going to be funny in retrospect but right now it isn't.

I know Peri has eaten string before. I remember the night he did it in the Laurel apartment like it was yesterday. I was usually vigilant about not leaving shit around for him to eat. The number of times I nagged Nat about spools of thread, or shoelaces, or twist ties. I looked at that bobbin yesterday and thought "I should put that away before Peri gets at it." I did not put it away. I was starting to convince myself that I killed my cat. That this whole thing was my fault. Poor Nat sitting next to me in this vet room. He is not an affectionate person. He does not touch. I doubt we have ever hugged. Here we are, and I'm holding my cat and crying. He mustered up all his courage and touched my shoulder. We stan one emotionally unavailable roommate.

As it turned out, it didn't matter. The x-ray revealed that the mass in his stomach had moved to his chest. His lungs were scalloped around the edges and there was fluid around his heart.

Nat and I both cried and killed an entire box of tissues. Peri let me hold him and he even gave us some moops. The vet told me to just keep talking. And the only thing I remember saying was that he had been such a good mommy to those ferals we fostered because he did such a good job of raising me, first.

So best boy, lover of Popsicle sticks, Wrong Tail haver, spottiest cat and cattiest spot, Peri Pants McGee, the Periman, Pman, Mr. Mooperman, and any other name I called him over the last 15 years was the best cat that most of you never got to meet.

His favorite thing in the world was when I put a blanket over my legs and then he laid on the blanket. He liked to lick my toes and ankles, which was the worst. He was a very good reason to stay alive on certain days when that didn't seem to be a priority. He was my best friend, and I love him.

[secretlythepits]

Passenger Seat

This week—

This week—

This week did not go as expected. My husband made choices that last minute excluded me from important oncology appointments. Fine. It’s his choice. But I didn’t call my dentist about a problem I had because I was supposed to be there as a support. I didn’t go to my godson’s wedding across the country because of these appointments. My husband doesn’t quite understand this. I hadn’t wanted him to feel guilty about needing help. The sacrifices I made were cutting but pointless.

His decisions were erratic, fear-based choices. When I tried to get him to slow down and think, he told me not to start.

Because anything that might be emotional, psychological, spiritual, or neurological is off the table.

I didn’t start.

I need to stop.

The mini surge of resentment I felt flooding my body from my toes to my locked jaw puffed my chest with an unintended deep breath.

It’s information, I told myself. Anger is information.

It’s telling me I’ve given too much. Middle age has taught me that I should never give so much that it hurts. Not even in an emergency. Not even to my children. Give only to the point I can freely give up whatever it is being taken. Because, let’s face it, this is not pure generosity. It’s patriarchal expectation and familial obligation— which seems to be always the case for wives and moms. Do we ever choose what we give? Isn’t it just that we made a choice to marry and have kids and then everyone else got to define what that choice entailed?

But I digress.

I gave too much. I allowed myself to be squeezed out of my own life— which he gladly accepted and also expected. But I was never happy to do it. I was willing to give to a point, but then damn, it swallowed me up. Again. Maybe that is always the path of caregiving. Maybe. But maybe I can and should put protections around my vital parts.

Yesterday I was in the bathroom when he announced that he was leaving for the appointment. The appointment that is 10 minutes away from our home, scheduled for 1 hour and 45 minutes later. He wanted to be seen earlier and go to work.

Don’t start.

Things I know that he doesn’t: His pathological restlessness is a fear/trauma response. He is alienating others (or kids) with it and hurting himself. Chemo is affecting his thinking. He wanted to go to this doctor, the one who lied to him, the one who will always say he is ok until he actually dies, for reassurance, to step back into comfy denial again.

Things that failed to take place at this appointment because I wasn’t there: discussing clinical trails (the main oncologist said this doctor was supposed to to research them), discussion sleep medication for his insomnia, accountability for lies about CT results, probing questions about the recent PET scan. All that happened was that my husband waited for an hour and 45 minutes and was told everything looks fine, go ahead with the radiation (which was already decided by the radiation doctor).

I missed my godson’s wedding for this.

(It was a small nature wedding on a Wednesday across the country. I wasn’t expected and to be honest, I try to avoid most weddings, but I wanted to be there for this one. It was too late to book without making myself be a disruption.)

I missed calling the dentist for my pain.

I missed working out for this.

(Didn’t want to sweat before the appointment.)

When I asked about it, he said he didn’t need to talk about anything else with the doctor because radiation was going to take care of it. Actually, radiation will destroy a couple tumors but won’t increase your survival; you need a systemic treatment for that, which is why you were supposed to discuss clinical trails. I don’t remember it that way. Well, both the main oncologist and the radiation oncologist said that, so—

I dropped it and picked up myself. I went on a walk. I realized that it felt like he was the driver of my life right now and he’s drunk. I don’t feel safe. I am so angry. He’s behaving erratically and I don’t want to be stuck in the passenger seat. He won’t give up his keys and I don’t want to have an argument about it. It feels useless because he is drunk and can’t think clearly. I need to get out. That’s my only option. Drive myself.

So, what decisions do I need to make to steer my life in the direction I want it to go?

Basically, I just want to take good care of myself.

The road we are on is long and windy. It’s a closed course so I have to keep going until the end. I need to focus on myself. I need to remember Bolivia and how earlier this year I booked a flight, defied gravity, and created an adventure out of an idea.

But it’s strange.

Imagining a new life, a beautiful life full of so many gorgeous possibilities—

while sleeping next to someone who is coughing and contemplating the loss of his own precious life, the single span he believes in.

This year contains 365 weeks, I swear.

[causeimasinger]

so apparently waiting two weeks to do my PET scan was not soon enough for my doctor so i have to drive across town this wednesday to a different location to get it sooner. which im happy about but also the urgency scares me a lot

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 86 // Let Me Win // Day 66

Contents (Warnings): The disaster is coming soon (slight angst, vore mentions, blood mentions, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 3,000+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Not found yet!

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(Dec. 4th, Sunday)

Alexander

He dried his hair with the towel. Thanks to the guest he had after his workout, his usual routine had been thrown off. 

"He's been getting worse as of late." The sweet voice in the other room yelled.

He had his door open to hear her easier. He slipped his uniform on and got his glasses to finally see. He was about to leave the room when he noticed his bed wasn't made. He went to fix it. I hate that I woke up late today.

 "I don't know why he's antsy as hell!" Alexander groaned back. 

Everything in the apartment at the moment was human-sized. Alexander had a seal that would size shift nearly all his furniture, and it wasn't enabled. 

He finished his bed and entered the rest of the apartment. He glossed over everything in search of Sasha. She was on the dining room table right next to Wenna.

"You know why," Drake's sister said with a hiccup of aggravation. 

Alexander patted his pockets for his wallet, keys, and phone. They were there.

"It bothers the hell out of me, too," he admitted, walking to her. "After so many fucking years, he showed up again," why can't that psycho leave his ass alone? Alexander got the urge to punch something thinking about it. "But Drake knows we don't have to fucking handle it anymore either. And that training's only hurting himself."

She peered up from her hoodie. She always wore something cute and colorful, nothing so baggy like the gray hoodie, nor did she ever hide her curly black locks like today. 

He felt her eyes try to reach out, so he kept himself within her range and at her side.

"Mom's been busy with territories being established, and Dad's been trying to help Ulysses and Charletta with their decision," Wenna lowered her head and pet Sasha, who lay on the table, "I tried talking to Drake, but he won't listen to me. I was one of the people that made it worse..."

"Cut that out," Alexander growled and narrowed his eyes, "he doesn't hate you for it. You or Ulysses." He settled slowly. "He understands, but I think-" 

Alexander's chest and scar hurt, and his head throbbed. He grabbed a hold of it all and crushed it back inside. 

He cleared his throat while Sasha walked near the table's edge next to Alexander. "He's vengeful. He wants to prove himself and make up for what he did."

"Make up for what!" Wenna exclaimed, scanning over Alexander after. She settled back down. "I'm sorry." She put her hands to the side of her head. "Have you tried talking to him?"

"Like he'd listen to me," Alexander said—his fingers stroked through Sasha's warm, comforting fur. He would have hugged her tightly if Wenna wasn't here. 

"You know he does."

Alexander exhaled. It's still tricky. He's falling back into his old habits. And anytime I remind him, we get into a fight. 

"I tried asking Koi for advice, and Ace asked about you guys." Wenna let her arms plop onto the table before her, "Ace also offered moral support. So, you could take him on your shopping trip on Wednesday." 

"Who said we're going shopping?"

He unintentionally got Wenna to chuckle, "You always do. As soon as December starts and you're free, you always drag one of us along." She lifted her finger up and poked in his direction.

He grumbled, "Yeah..." For a second, his mind sent him back to the wedding. It all went by so fast, and most of it burned. But the distinct memory of Lynette's crying face entered his head. It was the only time he even spoke about Mara after everything that happened too.  

Ace left her crying, didn't he? Alexander never asked Lynette, not that he thought it was his place. He barely knew her... 

He bit his tongue, forget it, stop thinking too much. 

Eventually, Alexander replied, "Invite him." His help may not be as much as you expect it to be.

...

Lynette

My body ached. It had been more than a week since I started training. I'd get my full certification after a month.

I was required to learn the basics, then move on to the weapon I'd have registered. And later this week, I'd be learning how to use it.

It could create powerful explosive blasts using the users' energy, either firing them out or upon impact. I had to learn how to control and understand when to unleash it, how much I was putting into it, and how not to drain my energy to the point where I'd pass out or blow myself up.

Both of those outcomes scared me. Though, I'd hate to have to use it on someone in general.

I adjusted my hat as I walked to the pizzeria. My hair was especially frizzled because I didn't have time to refix it after training. I felt relieved for it to still be a weekend. Claudia's here. Zilla's off. Drake's here, and- the one who invited me was here too.

In terms of our games, things remained pretty much the same this past week.  

That doesn't mean I don't feel out of a loop. I felt like I was missing something. 

Lev was even more "Lev," Alexander seemed to be a little more on edge, and Drake consistently kept coming to work like he was on the verge of death. 

He never answered me when I asked. Yesterday, he even told me to drop it.

I sluggishly went down the hall and noticed the two, Drake and Alexander, sitting across from each other. They both glared at one another, neither saying a word. And oddly, like Drake, Alexander looked worn out today, too.

Oh great.

"Afternoon," I said, and they both flicked their heads in my direction simultaneously. Freaky. I felt like their eyes were trying to pick me apart like a specimen on a table. "Wh-what's up?"

"Hey," Drake said.

He resumed his pissed-off demeanor once his eyes fell back on Alexander. I didn't want to look, yet I knew Alexander hadn't turned away.

"Did I do something?" I asked him without meeting his gaze.

The glasses-clad male grumbled, "Same as always."

I muttered between tight lips, "So nothing at all."

He turned back to Drake with an eye roll, "You're making my life more difficult."

"Me! You're the one that makes my life harder!" I huffed. What have I done?

"You call that hard," Alexander's gruff tone came out, "I'll show you hard."

Drake's aggravation died out. The hall suddenly burst with his laughter, "What the hell? Are you guys flirting?!"

"WHAT?!" I clamored loudly. I didn't pick up the joke.

"Shut up," Alexander said, he realized it first. "You fucker, you know what I meant." He put his face in his hands. 

Drake snickered and pestered him, "Remember when I said you should think before you say something."

"SHUT UP."

I ran the words in my head repeatedly until it finally clicked. I glanced at Alexander, and I almost turned to leave the pizzeria. Like that would ever happen.

...

Alexander

"Thank you, and have a great day," Alexander said to the woman he handed off the pizza to. His customer service smile dropped partially. 

His eyes drifted beside him. It's such a pa- He noticed Lynette holding her finger. 

"It'd be nice to have healing like a magus," Lynette told herself. 

He glanced around—there was only one other family inside the pizzeria. He made sure they weren't looking his way. 

His hue glowed their brighter blue and got rid of the cut she had while folding up pizza boxes. "It would be nice."

Surprised, she craned her head up to look at him and said, "Thank you."

The way she looked at him was different than usual. He glanced away, "Yeah."

"And does your body not heal itself like a Magus?"

Alexander smirked half-heartedly. "No. I didn't even get that trait from being a Wendigo either." There were too many thoughts boiling like a hot pot in his head. He couldn't stand it. He tried to stick to magic, "That's one reason why I excel at Assistance magic."

"Oh, so the opposite of Wicks."

I am? "That makes sense. Your crazy ass brother has such a fuckin' high defense he shouldn't have to worry about getting hurt. Unless it's by curse magic." Alexander grumbled.

"He's not crazy—he's nice, caring, and sweet," Lynette said, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. It was the first time he saw that look on her, too. 

He's always looking for every little excuse to fight me. Alexander thought. There was a silence between them before her curiosity returned.

She still made a few boxes with him while they idly waited for customers. "So assistance magic is good at countering curse magic?"

Alexander added to the stack. His stomach growled slightly but felt calmer when he talked about this, "Assistance magic is good at countering things that affect the body. That's what curse magic generally does." He saw Viola approaching to clean behind them, "The spell Disrupt helps against things like someone's voice." He nodded in her direction.

"It's passive," Viola sassed, her bleach blonde ponytail whipping over with her smile. "I don't mean to use it most of the time."

Lynette moved on to asking Viola questions. Alexander's mind tuned out and fled to the conversation with Wenna this morning. And how he neglected to eat. I should have told Wenna to hold that thought.

Now, he couldn't stop himself from his desires. He hadn't even won much as of late. And Lev annoyed him over his victories against him and Lynette. He's such a showy, smug prick.

It was almost time for break, and Viola had finished cleaning around them. Alexander was so caught up in his thoughts that he spoke plainly, "Let me win today."

Lynette snapped to him, finally wearing an expression he recognized. Preyish nervousness. "I take the bets to win."

"That's why I asked," he refused to look at her directly again. "It's my day anyway. It's not like I'm gonna give you something easy."

"I'd rather try than give up," Lynette replied.

"And I'd rather eat." Alexander knew he was under no obligation to play these games. So why do I?

"How about this, anytime we are sitting up here together, you can take my energy-" Lynette said. 

Alexander nearly jumped at the opportunity, but she interrupted him with a powerful squeak. "NOT eat wise."

His eyes followed the arm she lifted, and his mind slipped to the Halloween party when he had her hand in his mouth. He knew she'd taste good. Alexander didn't reach for it, but she pulled it away regardless.

"You are staring at it like you want to eat it."

"Of course I do." Alexander bluntly said, "I told you before, Shrimp, I eat humans." His stomach tugged at his body in an attempt to puppeteer him to get her. "I can sit here trying to take little bits of your energy over time, but I won't feel satiated without a meal."

"Without a person."

"A human." He said. And even then, being close to one and taking energy when I'm empty is asking for trouble.

"I'm not going to let you win." She sighed. "My offer to take energy via touching my arm is still available. AND-" She put her finger up, and he watched it. "Not anywhere in your m-m-" 

Alexander caught himself from leaning forward to take her finger. "Argh, just stop putting yourself by me."

They both distanced themselves from each other. 

...

Drake

He was on his fourth blood pouch and still drawn to take a bite from the source. And the only source I can have now has to be you. He had sat next to Lynette and continued to drink what was left in the bag.

She glanced up from her phone. "Do you need something?" Lynette questioned.

Say something. Don't be weird. "I was wondering what you have planned for your weekend?"

Drake slipped further down in his chair. I hope that sounded normal.

"Hmm, more training with Wicks, I think? He said he might be busier this week, so I'll probably be alone most of the day." Lynette said. "I could catch up on a few games." Lynette set her phone down and gave him her complete attention. He put a hand to his bangs to ensure they still covered his eyes.

"What about you?"

"Nothing really, besides Wednesday. Alexander and I will be going Christmas shopping." We got to buy gifts for them this year too, don't we? "It'd probably be a good idea to go with you at some point since we don't know what to get your family." 

"Oh-uh-yeah. I wouldn't mind going with you guys. I'll need help buying for your families, too." She said with a hesitant enthusiasm.

Why did she say that? She can't read minds. His smile twisted subtly. I literally gave Alexander lip this morning for the same thing. HIS STUPID IS RUBBING OFF ON ME. Drake said it in his head, jokingly. I can't correct myself now. I'd be rude.

"Yeah, it's probably gonna be Mayus Mall, maybe around two or three. I'll text you the details."

Not long after that, Lynette returned to work, and Drake banged his head on the table. Alexander's going to hang on to this for a while. 

...

Lynette

Going shopping with Xander and Drake? It ran in my head like a question. This may be what I need. Xander may be better outside of work if I have Drake as support. I assured myself and scanned out for lunch. Alexander stayed behind to deal with a customer.

Who am I kidding? I have a feeling Xander isn't going to devolve every conversation we have into something gross. I put my badge on the glass door, and it opened faster. I rubbed at the finger he had healed earlier. I shouldn't automatically assume anything.

I did a once over in break room one, spotting Drake at one of the faraway tables near the fridge.

He didn't look up at my wave. He stared longingly at an empty bag of what I assumed was blood. He drank a lot earlier, too. 

Upon approaching the table, I saw his red eyes and dark circles. He very quickly let his bangs fall back over them.

"You don't look so good." I took a seat across from him.

Drake scoffed. One of his hands traced the rounded edge of his side of the table. "Fresh blood has much more energy, and the longer it's away from the body, even bagged, the more that escapes." He explained with a yawn.

So you didn't get any fresh blood, huh? I remembered what happened just a week and a half ago. Besides the occasional staring, he hadn't been or said anything weird since.

I would have offered mine. "I'm sorry."

"You're okay." He leaned over to the side, looking toward the door, and quickly spoke. "I hate to ask, but can you let me win today?"

If I let Drake win, I don't have to worry about Alexander. 

"Alexander asked the same thing."

"Of course," his head tilted up to the person approaching the table, "he did."

Alexander's voice was clear behind me. I tensed up at the sound. Luckily, neither of them really paid attention to me. They bickered amongst themselves.

I snuck up from between them and ran to the sidelines of the table. I saw Claudia enter excitedly. 

Games going to start soon, then. Wait a minute. "What game are we even playing?"

...

Drake

It didn't matter what game they played. Drake had already convinced Claudia to help him win. 

He brushed the hair from Lynette's neck and let his tongue stroke her skin. The euphoric buzz of doing so tickled his tastebuds. 

He barely waited for the numbing to take effect. His fangs extended out and sunk deep into Lynette's flesh.

What followed was one of the best feelings to Drake: the rush of blood. It had been so long since he tasted her ichor. It's energy content drove him over the edge. It made him clutch her body close to his own greedily. 

Taking the first swallow was hard. Drake felt like he was letting it go and didn't want to lose any of it. 

Drake always felt possessive when he drank blood. Like it was his and only his. He sometimes wondered if it only happened to him or if other vampires experienced the same. He never found it fitting to ask. 

Unlike before, he at least recognized the person supplying him. Every human to him, like Alexander, had a deliciously unique flavor that he never could forget. 

And that led him to yearn for those he drank in the past. And he'd never tell Lynette, but she was one of them. So this, drinking from her again, felt more than intoxicating. 

That's the excuse he used, definitely not the fact that he was overdrinking again. 

He had to forcibly pull his fangs up and braced into the wall beside them. He was tipsy from Lynette's crimson nectar yet again. He let himself and her slide to the ground. He hadn't let her go. He securely held her and whispered softly, "I told you I'd be gentler." It was more of a promise to himself if he ever bit her like before because he knew he'd regret it.

...

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[theretirementstory]

16/06/2024. Bonjour à tous, hoping I find you all well. It’s a cloudy day and we are expecting rain but as I always say it’s good for the garden.

Talking of the garden, Monique came to visit me yesterday and before I knew it she was outside clearing all the large weeds from the raised beds and planters. What a difference it made and she found a lone nigella, which she replanted, then took a piece from the dianthus and planted that with a little pansy in the raised planter. Normally this is where I grow my salad stuffs but flowers will do for this year.

I had a message from Pauline, she is in town and is going to come visit me this morning. Funnily enough I have so much to do this weekend and I will have had two visitors!

This last week has been full of hospital visits, PET scan one day, trip to Paris hospital another day, where they were concerned because my platelets are not rising at all despite having transfusions, injections and tablets. I had a day at home on Wednesday but then it was transfusions in Troyes hospital and Friday back to Paris for a consultation and platelet transfusion.

I was also given the result of the PET scan which was not the result I was hoping for! However, the doctor said that although the CAR-T cell treatment hadn’t done all that was expected of it, it had not been a failure. I require further treatment and am going back into hospital in Paris tomorrow. Fortunately it’s only for three days this week and three days next (at the moment).

My grandchildren are with “The Photographer” this weekend, what a couple of jokers they are. Friday evenings video call saw my granddaughter telling me her name was SIX. When I said “Hello Six” she laughed so much. She was pointing to her brother and saying “his name is two”, but he didn’t want that and said “my name is PIZZA!” Oh that made me laugh so much.

“The Photographer” starts a new job tomorrow and the first week will be taken up with training, meeting colleagues and generally easing into the work. Good luck with that. I will be thinking about you.

“The Trainee Solicitor” has had three days at Uni and getting up at 5:15am is no joke (I can vouch for that!). However, he is half way through the course, has two days there this week, so that isn’t so bad.

“The Reconnect Navigator” has had a painful back for a while and she managed to get an appointment to have it assessed. It is sciatica but she is being sent for an MRI scan as he thinks there is other damage too.

Yesterday “The Trainee Solicitor and “The Reconnect Navigator” went to see “my grandchildren and share a lunch with the two “Fathers” for Father’s day today. Apparently “The Reconnect Navigator” was flavour of the month for the children as they had been arguing, before she arrived, as to who would play with her first. Normally my grandson is shy with her but not this weekend. Of course, “The Trainee Solicitor” is a favourite no matter what and I am sure he was given big hugs by both of them.

“The Jetsetter” should be back from Majorca now and it will be nice to find out how the Spanish treated the English while she was there. There has been a lot in the newspapers about “tourists go home” and it will be interesting to hear from a tourist.

I am back with a couple of songs, the first is the brilliant “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” by Roberta Flack way back in 1972. The song is from one of my favourite films “Play Misty For Me” with Clint Eastwood.

The second song, is one that I have loved from when I first heard it, it’s the amazing Nina Simone with “Ain’t Got No, I Got Life” this dates back to 1968 (sorry it’s a real oldie).

I have had a message from Anie, who is currently in Aiguës Mortes on her holiday. She is having a good time with her family from Indonesia.

So that’s about it for another week, let’s hope that the news is better this coming week. I am pleased that my book delivery arrived, as I will have some books to take into hospital to read while I am resting.

Bon dimanche.

[jessefferguson]

A Perfect 10?

I was sitting in a warm, cloistered room when they came in to give me the news. They walked in and asked how I was doing.  I responded with some non-committal, nonchalant answer like “living the dream and avoiding the nightmares.”  It’s one of my regulars.

Then they gave me the update from the scans.

That described my latest visit to my oncologist on Wednesday of last week. It also describes my doctor visit 10 years ago, today.  Ten years ago (May 21, 2013), the doctor told me that the scans and biopsy revealed cancer in my neck. It was aggressive, dangerous and a real threat.  

At my appointment ten years later, the doctor told me it was still there.  Then again, so am I.

Ten years ago, it was soul-crushing news that left my life forever altered.  Ten years later, it was good news – a regular test every 6-months that shows the disease remains under control, in check and status quo.  In other words, a chronic condition.

The same answer but 10 years apart. Expectations really are everything.

5,256,000 Minutes

So, today is the 10 year “anniversary” of my diagnosis.  I’ve been thinking about it a lot but not really talked to anyone about it. I don’t bring up my health issues often any more as they’ve receded from the ‘headline’ of my life. But, like page B27 of the metro section, the news is still there.

As I’ve thought about the 10-year mark, it’s made me think about what changes have occurred in my life and what experiences I never experienced because of the disease. I’ve definitely lost weight from the nearly 350-lb person I was when diagnosed to about 200-lb today.  But, I’ve gained weight in my face thanks to radiation treatments.

In 10 years, I’ve gone from thinking about my next career move and next opportunity to a life more focused on the work I’m doing now.  As I’ve said before, I’m not much of a “stop and smell the roses” kinda person, but I have learned to noticed that there are flowers outside.

In 10 years, I’ve probably had 200 IVs and 350 blood tests. In 10 years, I’ve probably had 25 or 30 scans (CTs, PET scans and like).  In 10 years, I’ve had 4 major surgeries and a lot of other ups and downs.

In 10 years, I’ve learned to live with it.  Sorta.

CANCERING WHILE PANDEMICING

The last few years were hard for everyone.  The tragic loss of too many people and the terrible loss of connection, interaction and basic humanity for too many more. It will take years and, even, generations to fully grasp what happened to us during the pandemic. For centuries, humanity has had biases and fears of each other based on skin color or background. Now, people feared each other because of what they might be breathing out of their mouth.

That fear has led to anger and the anger led to defiance.  The defiance may now have led to some level of resignation.

You go through a similar emotional roller coast when you’re diagnosed with cancer. It didn’t emerge in you through some rational, easily traceable pathway. It’s more random.  It feels like it floats on the air.

Throughout the heights of the pandemic, I was pretty careful and quarantined. Living in New York was eerie, as the city that is always alive but the noise went dead and silent.  The noises you’re accustomed hearing on the streets were replaced with only the blaring sirens of ambulances.  And, as someone who had a pre-existing condition, I lived in fear.  I went months without interacting directly with any human being. Eventually, aided by vaccines, I got comfortable with the risk again and reentered the world.

I made it nearly 3 years without ever getting COVID but did get it in January of 2023.  It wasn’t pleasant but I was fine thanks to vaccines. Wish we had those for cancer.

LOSS

Loss is hard on anyone.  Whether it’s a loved one or a friend, a peer or a pioneer. We all feel it differently. Over the last 10 years, I’ve lost people for a variety of reasons but the ones with cancer obviously stand out to me – people like Mame Reiley and Tyrone Gayle. They were both taken too soon, in their 50s and their 30s, respectively. I learned so much from both of them but am left to wonder what I would have learned if I’d had more time with them. Both were diagnosed after I was, a reality that makes me uncomfortable to even type.

But, none of the loss can compare to June 3, 2020.  

My dad has struggled with some health issues for a few years due to a blood cancer known as MDS (Myelodysplastic syndrome). He was diagnosed about a decade ago and had a stem cell transplant in fall of 2017.  Doctors said his condition had no relation to mine.

On June 3, 2020, he passed away. He lived a full life – and a life well lived – but losing him at 73 was devastating.  I’m not over it and don’t expect I ever will be.

But, one thing really didn’t come to my mind until a few months ago – as I started thinking about my 10th year with cancer. He was by my side through all of it – from months of treatment in Houston to daily reminders to put one put in front of the other to regular proclamations that we’d beat this thing.

There’s one very vivid memory that had somehow been stored in the recess of my brain until recently.  It was when I was first getting treated in fall of 2013 and I was in a treatment room at MD Anderson. The treatments those days were long (6hrs) and fairly miserable in their side effects. I remember one day running particularly long and my mom had left the room for a bit. Dad and I were talking.  And he said something that day and we never talked about it again. He told me he had asked in prayer that somehow he would be able to “take on this cancer for me” – that he would do it so I didn’t have to.

As I reach 10 years with this disease, I guess I’ve been asking myself lately whether his prayer had kind of been answered?

UPS AND DOWNS

I haven’t written much on this blog in the last few years because I haven’t had much “news” to update.  I’ve had a few scary moments but none of them have amounted to much of anything in the long run.

In October of 2022, I started to feel weak. My stomach was uncomfortable. I had chills and sweats. I was running a fever.  Finally, after putting it off for longer than I should, I went into the urgent care at Sloan Kettering.  When I checked in, things were stable. Within an hour of checking in, things took a turn.

Apparently, I had an infection that likely came about through my tracheostomy tube.  The infection had led to pneumonia and, at this point, I was dealing with sepsis. My blood pressure had dropped pretty dramatically and they took me into the ICU.

Fortunately, the doctors knew what they were doing. One of them was particularly arrogant. I liked him – having long believed that I like slightly arrogant doctors since they spend all day boxing with the almighty.

Through lots of days of antibiotics and other remedies, things became stable again. For a little while, my legs and feet were so swollen that I couldn’t put on shoes - I truly though I was looking at clown feet in my own bed. 

For me, though, the worst part was the timing – it was 4 weeks before the midterms.  I’d love to characterize it as some heroic gesture where I kept my phone by my side and my laptop on the table while I spent 10 days in the hospital.  I’d love to pretend like it was an act of dedication that I carried my phone on walks around the hospital while building strength in my legs so I could walk again. Honestly, none of that is true.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the 10 years, it’s that the world – even in the political world – will function (or dysfunction) just fine if I’m not attentive. But, my work is my distraction. It is my therapist. Instead of focusing on what I might be going through, I’d much rather take a call about an ad campaign or send edits to a polling draft.

It’s why, after 10 years with this disease, I get daily reminders that I have to enjoy my work to make it worthwhile. If you have the privilege of doing something you love to do, hold onto it.

A PERFECT 10

So, the last 10 years haven’t exactly been a “perfect 10.” There have been some bumps (both figurative and literal). If you had asked me 10 years ago whether I thought I’d be here in 2023, I don’t know what answer I would have given.  To be honest, I couldn’t think that long into the future.

But, the disease is status quo. No news is good news. I still get my treatments every 3 weeks. Those haven’t changed. But, I’m still here.

A few years ago, I used to spend time really thinking about the things that I’d lost and missed out on because of this disease. I’d been dwelling on the things I might have been doing – different trajectories on my career, my personal life, pr even a family.

As I look at 10 years, I think my perspective has changed just a little.  Sometimes in life, the path of least resistance is also the path of least return and least result.

I'd obviously never wish an illness or a disease on anyone. I'd never wish anyone had to go through what I've gone through or face the even-harder road that so many others have had with this disease.  This isn’t my effort to pretend that every cloud has a silver lining.  It’s pretty clear that cancer is a nasty thunder storm.  There’s not much silver lining to be seen.

But, maybe, you can occasionally step back and take some solace from the fact we only know about the existence of electricity because of a bolt of lightning.

[lord-of-christmas-lights]

I had the sweetest little warrior for years. He was my first cat, my son in that way that 8 year olds call any cute thing theirs that sticks with you as you grow. He was a mountain living cat, who would growl at you until you let him out, spend the day patrolling the same paths on the property and spraying the same bushes (he was neutered) and then lay on the sun-baked stones of the driveway until you came home when he'd come greet you round the ankles with a little mrow. He had a cat job and god be damned if anyone kept him from doing it. He was as family as a cat could be—he had his own chair at Thanksgiving.

When he passed last November at 13 1/2, he went quick and in his own fashion, patrolling the property on Sunday, refusing food and resting Monday and Tuesday, and we woke up Wednesday morning to find him in his favorite spot behind the chair by the woodstove, gone probably not 10 minutes prior to us getting up. It was freezing outside and the ground was too hard to dig, and we couldn't really process that he was gone for the first few hours, so we didn't bury him until that afternoon.

I know, of course how death works. He was still warm when I was holding him closing his eyes and smoothing his fur and imagining the peace he felt watching the dawn light starting to break and knowing his humans would be okay if he went. We let the other pets smell him to know what had happened and then I laid him in his favorite position—tucked up with his neck stretched out in dragon pose—and laid him on a towel on my bed and closed the door. I spent the day making a gravestone for him.

When the ground had softened and the tears had stilled from dehydration, we picked a spot and my dad started digging. He needed a proper send off. I couldn't picture just picking him up and taking him out. He was a warrior, a protector, family, the kind of cat that makes you realize why ancient humans revered them as magical and regal creatures. I grabbed a board and a soft blanket and laid them out with him on top. Over his body I laid lavender stems and dried petals from various flowers around my room. I set out candles on it.

I don't have a photo. It didn't feel right. But I will never forget the look on my father and sister's face when I brought him out of my room, and my dad grabbed one side to help me, tearing up. He said, "this is beautiful."

We buried Beast by the driveway, under the bush he always lifted his tail at. Someday we'll grow old and go off to our own plots of soil, and the house will get passed along until it's sold and the roads will change and people will come and go and come and go. He'll stay there watching guard over his lands until an archeologist comes along and brushes dirt off his skull, the same motion my fingers swept between his ears, and sees the ragged cloth of a Beauty and the Beast toy, the samples that show the dust of flower petals in the dirt, the cracked stone that when scanned has the faint imprint of a shaky novice-carved outline of a round face with triangle ears and 3 lines on each side, and knows that he was loved.

2010-2023

Actual roman epitaph for a dog

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, December 18th, 2024.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? They are now. I was estranged from my mom for around ten years, but we got back in touch during the summer of 2023 and things have been going fairly well between us since then. I thought I might either have to or prefer to break contact with her following the family drama instigated by my sibling back in September - which didn't directly involve me, but put me in a very difficult position - but things…uh…worked out. I guess you could say.

Were you tired when you woke up this morning? Tired and a bit headachy, but I felt better once I got going.

Have you ever made out on a couch? Yeah.

What does your last text say? Random gibberish from my dad - a response to me letting him know I was on my way home on Tuesday night. We've gotten into the habit of just sending random key swipes.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? Mind ur own fvcking business!

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? I'm not sure, but probably not until next summer. The animal shelter puts on a fundraising event that involves beer tasting, so I might have a few sample drinks.

Captain Morgan or Smirnoff? Neither.

What are you doing on Halloween? I was at the animal shelter in the morning, put up a few decorations once I got home, then handed out candy to trick-or-treaters in the evening.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? No.

Have you lost friends in the past years? How many "past years" are we talking about here? I've definitely lost friends over the course of my life, but if we're talking about the past few years, then my friend group of ONE (Ollie) has remained intact.

Have you finished school yet? I never really finished school. I dropped out and got my GED, then made it through a couple of rocky semesters of community college before calling quits on that as well.

Do you know anyone who still doesn’t have a smartphone? No.

Have you ever been on a cruise? I haven't. I might consider something like an Alaskan cruise (to see the glaciers, icebergs, etc), but the whole idea of a cruise isn't particularly appealing.

What is your favorite kind of fruit juice? Cranberry.

Have you worn a necklace today? Yes.

Have you ever had an x-ray? I've had x-rays of my teeth and chest, as well as a DEXA scan (to check for osteopenia / osteoporosis due to my eating disorder).

Do your parents smoke cigarettes? They used to smoke, but not anymore.

Did you leave the house today? If so, where did you go? Yeah. I went grocery shopping this morning. Picked up some goodies for the cats at the shelter as well as some snacks and coffee for the workers. I recently found out just how much walking the dog people do on a regular basis and the little granny in me came out. Oh, you poor dears, are you hungry? Have you eaten? You must be famished! Lol, I already bring snacks and things I've baked on occasion, but now it feels even more important. No wonder they give off very similar vibes to long distance backpackers…they practically ARE.

Do you know how to whistle? I do.

Have you eaten cake today? No.

Have you ever tried Turkish coffee? I haven't.

Do you know anyone who was born overseas? People online.

What was the last hot thing you ate for breakfast? Oatmeal with peanut butter, half of a banana, a piece of snickerdoodle chocolate, pecans, and some Christmas sprinkles.

Do you have to go to school or work tomorrow? No.

Have you been to the movies lately? What movie did you see anyways? I saw Wicked with my mom on the day before Thanksgiving.

Have you ever used a muscle stimulator before? Did it hurt? No.

Have you ever owned a pet bird? What was this bird’s name? I haven't.

Have you ever seen the really old movie, The Birds? Did it scare you? I think I might have seen it…but no, I don't remember being scared by it at all.

Have you ever done anything dangerous enough to have risked your life? Mostly self-destructive behaviors. But really, even relatively normal activities like driving or backpacking or taking the stairs right as a cat darts underfoot could end me just as easily if something went seriously wrong. Just being alive is a risk to my life, lmao.

Do you ever watch MTV? What shows do you normally watch on there? I watched it when I was younger. Mainly reality TV shows.

Do you consider yourself egotistic? Do people call you egotistic? No and no.

Do you get embarrassed when your parents talk about when you were a baby? Not at all.

Do you have any children? If so, how old are these children? I don't.

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Is that enough in your world? Twice a day. I probably should start brushing them after eating certain types of foods - don't want anything stuck in my toof cracks. :B

Do you get horny a lot? No.

What gives you anxiety? What indeed. I'd love to tear that thing out at the root and be done with it.

[thedivinefish]

TGIWednesday: How is your perception?

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In Florida we have an 80-mile long stretch of highway known as Alligator Alley named for obvious reasons!  It runs from Naples to Ft. Lauderdale/Miami.  When we were young my father dragged my brother and I around the world hunting and fishing and every mile or two driving over Alligator Alley, I could point out alligators swimming, sunning themselves or walking around.  By contrast my friend who grew up in the city lives in South Florida and will often make the trip over Alligator Alley and swears he’s never seen alligator one!  While I know for a fact they are on both sides of the highway, who’s right or wrong in all of this? No one, it’s just perception and I can scan both sides of the road for alligators and find plenty - but by comparison he wouldn’t see one if he ran over it with his car! 

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The fishing is DONE-FOR-YOU on these MP3s - Clearings can be played just once daily or on a loop at low volume.

Below is list of over 35 titles in the MyBeliefWorks Clearings audio series, monthly Zoom clearing call replays and Guided Energy Processess. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

10% OFF Receiving Abundance 10% OFF Bountiful Harvest 10% OFF Financial Windfall 10% OFF Gold Coin: Money in All Forms 10% OFF Joy of Money Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Healing Family Relationships Healing Body Disorders

10% OFF Lucky 777  10% OFF Positive Money Mindset 10% OFF Pro$perity Unlocked 10% OFF Treasure Chest 10% OFF IRS Stress & Taxes Mental Stress Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Finding Love & Romance Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling with Ease Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

We now offer digital Gift Certificates for gift-giving. Gift a free session, daily prayers or clearing audios/videos to someone special.  You simply select the denomination that matches the gift you'd like to give from the options on this page amounts from $19 - $225.

Buy Gift Certificates here

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions  Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one!   View Grounding Mats here Enter code: MyLiquidFishfs at Checkout for Free Shipping

View Full Zoom Replay Collection 

T Terahertz Frequency Wand If you haven't heard of this healing technology yet, you soon will. This is the most affordable wand/blower we've seen out there. View Terahertz Wand here Use 10% discount code: TSG10

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly. 

Self-paced Online Courses Available Anchors Away Masterclass & Mastery/Practitioner Certification

MEMBERS LOGIN HERE

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

We recently launched our new ANCHORS AWAY MASTERCLASS and what has come through from Spirit is truly a game-changer in the way we can ALL now clear off evil, dark energies, aliens and anomalies in a deep, profound and lasting way.   

I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.

Watch the Video Now

MLF MASTERY LEVEL 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime!

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

Learn About Certification Here

Module 1 has about 3 hours of core material and Module 2 contains about 8 hours.  Most people go through the course and take the test within a month but can be as fast as a week depending on how quickly you work through the pdfs, audios, videos, and testing.  Also, there are many hours of OPTIONAL reference materials.  

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TGIWednesday: How is your perception?

TGIWednesday News

In Florida we have an 80-mile long stretch of highway known as Alligator Alley named for obvious reasons!  It runs from Naples to Ft. Lauderdale/Miami.  When we were young my father dragged my brother and I around the world hunting and fishing and every mile or two driving over Alligator Alley, I could point out alligators swimming, sunning themselves or walking around.  By contrast my friend who grew up in the city lives in South Florida and will often make the trip over Alligator Alley and swears he’s never seen alligator one!  While I know for a fact they are on both sides of the highway, who’s right or wrong in all of this? No one, it’s just perception and I can scan both sides of the road for alligators and find plenty - but by comparison he wouldn’t see one if he ran over it with his car! 

Today I am envisioning you observing favorable sights, sounds and outcomes laid out before you.  When we find bliss and glorious events, dare I say even miracles, as every day events and occurrences more will show up and Spirit will dance and delight with us!   Feeling extra crispy?  Get on my schedule one day soon!  Appointment Info   or View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins         

TGIWednesday Download

~ INCREASING PERCEPTION ~ I believe, think, know and feel that my perception increases daily awakened by Spirit and seeing all that is a wonder and wonderful.  I know, when where, how and why to be in the present moment sensing what others may never be aware of and contributing all I can.  I am ready, willing and able to open my Third Eye and tap into the perception of gentle undertones and sense that which is wonderful now. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. Knowing that if you make a little daily progress, the rest of your life will be the best of your life.

A new Cosmic Conversation with my friend Marla Martenson for St. Paddy's Day! Watch and listen to receive more Good Luck and Good Fortune!

March Zoom Event

NEXT LIVE ZOOM EVENT WEDNESDAY MARCH 29TH Theme:  Good Luck & Good Fortune Blessings and Returns 7:30PM Eastern (30 mins) Pre-register at Calendly for $22 (includes reminders and replay)  https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/march-2023-zoom-event

This call will focus on money, good luck and good fortune, and it’s going to be a different type of Zoom! We’d like to take an altruistic slant with all of this, more about charity towards others and blessing them, so that we will also be richly blessed just by doing so!

All who are registered, email your 3 short sentences to support@jimmymackhealing.com  Health is Wealth, so let’s start there! In the spirit of abundance what would you like to wish for? Samples are below: 1) Health of someone else or a pet (other than yourself) Please bless my Aunt Sadie so that she’ll fully recovers from cancer surgery; bless our cat so that his kidney enzymes will return to normal; bless my son so that his broken arm mends FASTER than expected   2) Blessing of money towards (others than yourself) My son is chosen and receives his anticipated raise and advancement at his work/job/career; My daughter qualifies for that full ride sports scholarship to the college of her dreams; my father receives the money he needs to fly overseas to visit his sick uncle   3) With a viewpoint of abundance what would you wish for the world? Let’s pray for peace in the middle east and in Ukraine and there is more than enough money, food and water to go around to those in need; that any and all pandemics are resolved as fast as they started with natural remedies and in wonder and amazement to all; that worldwide inflation and the threat of lack is dispelled and we all return to some form of normalcy, grounding and balance   You get the idea!  Make it all about blessing others and after this Zoom event you will notice that you received blessings when you least expected and in a wonderful, mystical, magical way!  

There will be a limited # of slots on the live call

Pre-Register Now - $22

FREE Live Appearances

Get Your Free Gift and gain access to the You Wealth Revolution Season 25 The New Energy - New You™ Gathering All Beginning on March 23rd Our friend Darius Barazandeh is offering a completely new tool to help you create your best life. It's an energetic shift experience that fundamentally changes your life and gives you a special shortcut. This unique tool is called The 1 Minute Miracle™ - 7777 Hz and it opens you up to the secrets of 1,787 documented energy awakenings.

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Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

From the Fish Box

My Daily Prayers Subscriber Testimonial

 Hi Jimmy, not sure where to start. I have been on your prayer circle since December and have to say the 1st two months have been pretty wild and the energy was pretty strong. The last 2 weeks have been incredible, everything has been fallen into place almost at once. The biggest issue for me was my relationship with my Daughter it was almost non existence.  We are now talking, out of the blue and she is in the process of selling her house and moving to the same village we are currently building our home. No too sure what to say, I am speechless but extremely happy. I can't thank you enough. I am truly blown away with all the changes in the last 3 month. Just amazing. Thank you Jimmy for being here to help us all living a more fulfilling life. Much love - Ute

  Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

MARCH 15TH "Today I will change my focus. I will not complain today, I will give thanks. I will realize that I may be entertaining Angels unawares. I will continually endure; I will overcome event the worst of circumstances. I will survive and eventually I will thrive and I will give thanks!"

Come See Me In Tampa

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions on the last Friday of each month - This will sell out so you’ll want to call their office to schedule asap!

NEXT DATE:  FRIDAY APRIL 21ST | 10-4pm 

Please call their office directly at  ?? (813) 873-7773 in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75. If you’re new to working with him, we suggest you schedule 30 minutes

403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day!  SUBSCRIPTION AUTO-RENEWAL ($95/mo - save $5) Purchase a recurring subscription  Update your prayers monthly. You can cancel or pause anytime.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here  Use Stripe for subscription Click here.  Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy?  If so, you can now  Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins  

30-Days of Prayer - $99

The Fish Market

 ?? MARCH IS MONEY MONTH! ?? Choose from these 9 featured money-themed MyBeliefWorks Audios and get 10% OFF through March 31st.  This is the Prosperity Collection of MyBeliefWorks Audio clearings that are all themed about Money, Prosperity, Abundance, Gold, Retirement Investing, Stocks, Bonds, Good Luck, Good Fortune, Bountiful Harvest, IRS/Taxes PLUS our newest Treasure Chest.

TYPE IN CODE MARCH10 at CHECKOUT or GO TO THIS LINK

The fishing is DONE-FOR-YOU on these MP3s - Clearings can be played just once daily or on a loop at low volume.

Below is list of over 35 titles in the MyBeliefWorks Clearings audio series, monthly Zoom clearing call replays and Guided Energy Processess. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

10% OFF Receiving Abundance 10% OFF Bountiful Harvest 10% OFF Financial Windfall 10% OFF Gold Coin: Money in All Forms 10% OFF Joy of Money Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Healing Family Relationships Healing Body Disorders

10% OFF Lucky 777  10% OFF Positive Money Mindset 10% OFF Pro$perity Unlocked 10% OFF Treasure Chest 10% OFF IRS Stress & Taxes Mental Stress Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Finding Love & Romance Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling with Ease Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

We now offer digital Gift Certificates for gift-giving. Gift a free session, daily prayers or clearing audios/videos to someone special.  You simply select the denomination that matches the gift you'd like to give from the options on this page amounts from $19 - $225.

Buy Gift Certificates here

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions  Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one!   View Grounding Mats here Enter code: MyLiquidFishfs at Checkout for Free Shipping

View Full Zoom Replay Collection 

T Terahertz Frequency Wand If you haven't heard of this healing technology yet, you soon will. This is the most affordable wand/blower we've seen out there. View Terahertz Wand here Use 10% discount code: TSG10

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly. 

Self-paced Online Courses Available Anchors Away Masterclass & Mastery/Practitioner Certification

MEMBERS LOGIN HERE

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

We recently launched our new ANCHORS AWAY MASTERCLASS and what has come through from Spirit is truly a game-changer in the way we can ALL now clear off evil, dark energies, aliens and anomalies in a deep, profound and lasting way.   

I recorded a video to tell you more about how you can get access to my brand new Anchors Away Masterclass so you can learn how to protect and clear the 5 Anchors & more.

Watch the Video Now

MLF MASTERY LEVEL 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime!

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

Learn About Certification Here

Module 1 has about 3 hours of core material and Module 2 contains about 8 hours.  Most people go through the course and take the test within a month but can be as fast as a week depending on how quickly you work through the pdfs, audios, videos, and testing.  Also, there are many hours of OPTIONAL reference materials.  

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments ???Transformational Healing of Body, Mind? & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!? ? View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins Search FAQ Access the FREE MLF Online Training Clearing Audio Downloads? and eBooks Get Certified in MLF Mastery or Practitioner Watch Free Videos on YouTube Radio Show Archives Healing and Grounding Mats ...enter code: MyLiquidFishfs at checkout for Free shipping! http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2023 All Rights Reserved