#and it’s not that I dislike him but like I feel like everything I know from him is told rather than shown

[43luv]

Summary: Luke Hughes learns how to love

Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: lots of fluff!! A/n: guys idk how to feel about this but pls enjoy :)

Luke Hughes wasn’t known for being good at expressing his feelings. He was the youngest of three, and growing up saying how you felt got you a fist to the face. It wasn't his brothers fault, they all loved one another dearly but, it was engraved in their brains that feelings were a sign of weakness. 

Their mom, however, always said that expressing your feelings was the way to a woman's heart. Things like “i love you” and untimely kisses on a cheek. 

Quinn was the best at it. Being the eldest and the biggest mama's boy definitely helped. He would say when he disliked something, had no problem correcting things or telling someone off. Everything was always in a calm tone, his posture always light and inviting. He was a gentleman really, opening doors, giving out compliments and praise. Knowing every right from wrong, probably why he was named captain.

Jack was maybe a little too good at it. He loved the attention, so it only made sense he loved giving it as well. He would compliment you, and stand there, waiting patiently for one in return. He gave the greatest hugs, always having a compliment for whoever he was meeting. Jack was good at saying the things on his mind as well. Had no problem with telling someone when they were annoying him, no problem saying I love you.

And Luke… well Luke was still figuring it out. He had no problem with saying when he didn't like something, and had no problem giving out compliments. His problem however, no matter how hard he tried, was the romantic side of it. It sounds bad, but to him love was always such a heavy subject. One reserved for family and very close friends. He was tentative, never knowing when something should be classified as “love” or not. Never knew when to show it, either. 

So yes, dating Luke might be a little hard. A challenge, some may say. But you love a good challenge.

When the two of you first met, he instantly fell in love. Tripped over his own feet and rushed through his words as he asked you out on a date. 

He called Quinn when he got home, his palms sweaty and breathing rushed.

“How do you go on a date?”

A weird question, an even weirder opening line. But that didn't stop the eldest Hughes brother from sitting straight up, his eyebrows furrowed as he wiped the sleep away from his eyes. “Huh?”

“I asked the prettiest girl in Jersey out on a date, and i don't know what to do now!”

His words were rushed, breathless. His one hand gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. 

“Take her to a restaurant?”

So he did. He picked the fanciest restaurant, with the fanciest food and drinks. He picked you up, he was trembling as he handed you flowers at your front door. He loved the dress you were wearing, a dark navy one, it complimented you, he thought. And he wanted to tell you but alarms blared in his mind. 

The date went amazingly well. He was a gentleman but all night you longed for a compliment. But you could tell he found you endearing. His eyes told you that. They followed you throughout the night. Sparkling when you talked and crinkled when you laughed. 

Eventually, he asked you to be his girlfriend. He had no idea how he did it, still doesn’t. It was probably the adrenaline talking, or maybe the way you smiled at him like he hung the moon. Either way, you said yes, and for the first time in a long time, Luke felt like he did something right.

At first, being with Luke meant reading between the lines. He wasn’t the guy who flooded your phone with sweet texts or showered you with constant affection. But he showed he cared in other ways. He always remembered the little things—your coffee order, how you hated the sound of silverware scraping against plates, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were nervous. And he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, like a silent promise to protect you.

Still, you wanted him to know that words mattered too. So, you started small.

“I love when you do that,” you’d say, squeezing his hand when he opened doors for you.

“I love your laugh,” you told him once, after he cracked a joke that wasn’t even that funny, just because you liked the sound.

And every time you used the word “love,” you saw something shift in him. His shoulders would relax a little. The crease in his brow would fade. And little by little, he started saying it back—in his own way.

It wasn’t grand speeches or endless declarations. It was the soft, quiet moments. The way his thumb brushed circles on your skin when you held hands. The way he mumbled, “Missed you,” against your hair after road trips. The way he leaned in to kiss you like he had all the time in the world.

And eventually, the words came easier.

One night, after a long day, you found him sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. You plopped down beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Long day?” you asked softly.

He sighed, dropping his phone on the coffee table. “Yeah. Felt off on the ice.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing him gently. “You’re too hard on yourself, Luke.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah, well…I don’t wanna let anyone down.”

Without thinking, you kissed his shoulder. “You won’t. Never will.”

And that was the thing about you. You never asked him to change. You just gave him the space to be himself, rough edges and all. Slowly, that wall he had built around his heart started to crumble.

One night, he blurted it out without warning.

“I love you,” he said, voice soft but sure, like he’d known it for a while but didn’t know how to say it.

You smiled, heart swelling in your chest as you brushed a curl away from his forehead. “I love you too.”

And just like that, the words didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

He still wasn’t perfect at it. He’d stumble over his words sometimes, or fumble through compliments like he wasn’t sure they were good enough. But you never minded. Because love wasn’t about perfection. It was about effort.

And Luke? He was always willing to try for you.

Main Masterlist || Luke Hughes Masterlist

lots of love, Kenzie

[adrift-in-my-own-thoughts]

Yknow, what hurts me the most about Luka and Hyuna's relationship isn't even the fact that after god knows how many years without seeing her, Luka's first reaction to seeing Hyuna again is to smile. Because he's so in love with her that the literal gun against his head means nothing, just the fact that she's there is enough for him, allows him to feel truly happy, and his first thought is probably something along the lines of I missed you or I'm glad you're here or I want to hold you, to hug you again. Nor is it the fact that again, despite however many years it's surely been since she last saw him, Hyuna's immediate instinct to seeing Luka in potential danger is to throw herself into harm's way instead, sacrificing her own life just to make sure this boy with so many health issues, this puppet of the aliens, can live for a little longer.

No.

What saddens me the most about their relationship is the fact that Hyuna didn't hate him because she disliked Luka, she hated him because it was too dangerous to care about him. The only other person she ever loved that much was her brother Hyun Woo, and she watched him die in front of her eyes when they were all still children. This forced Hyuna to learn and accept that loving someone was too dangerous, risked both parties getting hurt whether with the intentions go hurt both or just as a side effect of one being hurt anyway. And so this other boy she loves, perfect, innocent Luka? What other choice does she have but to push him away to keep them both safe? She says at the end of Wiege that he was her only weakness, and I don't think that Hyuna meant because he was soft or weak himself (although that most likely is also true, judging from all his health conditions and etc), but because she couldn't possible bear the thought of losing someone else, and she couldn't let him get hurt from losing her like she was from losing Hyun Woo, either. She also said she had to keep moving forward, probably meaning she couldn't be held back by the fear or burden of caring about another as well.

So she's basically forced herself into hating Luka in order to protect them both, and I imagine she's managed to push him somewhere in the back of her mind for the last few years somewhat successfully, and yet. Yet she still rushes to save him when she sees that gun pointed at his head. She's injured and probably desperately needs medical care and is who knows how important a member of the rebels considering what we've seen her do for them so far and she still just runs as fast as she possibly can in that moment to move Luka out of the way and take the bullet herself. Luka probably wasn't even aware of what she was doing until the last second, when he was watching the life slowly leave Hyuna's eyes as he finally gets to hold her in his arms like he did when they were kids once more. And he will have to spend the rest of his life knowing that Hyuna's last action was to make sure he could live, knowing that her last breaths were spent telling him to forgive himself and live with love. And what do you do with that? When the one you love probably more than you even love yourself suddenly shows up out of nowhere and you can't even say a single word to them before they're just. Dead in your arms after literally giving more than they had to save you.

That's what hurts me the most about Luka and Hyuna's relationship. Despite everything, despite her best efforts, Hyuna still loved him so much that she sacrificed not only her own life, but potentially others as well if her role within the rebels or her knowledge was important enough. That Luka loves her so much he disregards his own safety to just rejoice in seeing her again. That he would've died happy knowing she was still safe, and yet she died instead so that he would be the one to stay safe, without even a second thought.

[superconductivebean]

Hmmmmmm…

I don't think so.

MC does not fit in the trio perfectly unless they fully support Sebastian — and even then it is a snake's den of transactionalistic conversations and amends. Otherwise, they are dragged into a tangled bush of drama where 1) Ominis has all the ideas about how to behave and fix everything but never shares them and is also terminally unable to act on them himself, and blames MC each time they are not following the unspoken and unshared 'code' of his trauma and past that ultimately stop him from acting on said ideas; he, sort of, relives the moment of being stuck in the situation that can only be resolved by taking an unfathomable choice, except when Ominis is older, he could be the best prevention of situations like these ever happening to him or to anyone; the game never explores his character that way, making him a repeated victim of his trauma again and again, which certainly contributes to Sebastian's tragedy, but in an RPGs preventing that kind of tragedies must be an option, 2) Sebastian refuses to listen to anyone but himself from the very beginning but gets surprised when called his uncle's nephew, 3) uncle Solomon; 4) the entire relationship is transactional: MC isn't friends with Ominis, they're acquintances at best, run-ins at worst; MC is Sebastian's partner-in-mischief/crime or worse, a bouncer, but totally not a friend — even when MC sides with him 100%.

Anne is trapped in their bull, and MC is unable to turn off the fires underneath it, mostly because there is no option to cuss at the drama or side with Ominis more tellingly; the game sort of expects you to look into Sebastian's mouth and also established that MC is inherently interested in the kind if spells Sebastian knows in a way that feels OOC to MC's character even.

MC has their own character; they dislike to be inconvinienced, so whenever people pry or have funny reasoning to look down on them, they snap — at Imelda, at professor Weasley, at Sharp, at Sacharissa, at Natty, at Poppy, at Ruth Singer, at Ranrok, at Rookwood, at Keepers, at bascially everyone who does not take them seriously or does not hide their… maybe not disrespect but suspicion or can't articulate their worry.

Sebastian and Ominis (and Solomon) expect MC to fit molds MC isn't aware of and hasn't signed up to fit in the first place. Their handling of everything is beyond appaling, so are their antics.

Yet.

MC snaps at Natty for leading them away from the castle in the middle of the night, and MC is generally supportive of Mudiwa's take on Natty's adventures.

MC tries not to sound rude when Poppy is guessing if moonstones turn people blind when MC holds an one, not to mention MC loses their shit whenever there are petting the dragon or being encircled by the centaurs.

MC is done with the Keepers' attitude at some point.

But MC is happy-go-luckily prying into Ominis' past, swallows Sebastian's sick reasoning for his not pointless but futile-by-method quest, and nearly get themselves killed multiple times after the Scriptorium without ever protesting their role in this Big Inconvinience.

With that all out of the way, Anne might feel that MC contributed to the Drama rather than had taken her place, and thus she resents MC even when MC does not side with Sebastian.

Anne would have forgiven the latter, I suspect, as it is a sad fact of life with a severe disability; she understands the illness had taken a lot from her, but not all is completely lost. Friendships can be mended and old bridges restored.

But the semblance of family she had, lost after this new person appeared and did everything wrong to help Sebastian understand or see his ways were leading him to a dark place?..

She'd resent MC for that. Maybe not as much as Sebastian, whom she slammed against a wall, but I doubt Anne would've forgiven MC for stepping in and doing the bare minimum, if doing anything at all, to make Sebastian see his efforts were futile a.k.a. Sebastian Does Not Respect Boundaries Or Wishes And Hears Himself Only.

Do you ever think Anne feels like she was replaced by the new fifth year that fit so perfectly in their little friend group?

She knows both Ominis and Sebastian can feel the hole she has left in Hogwarts, confined to the little house in Feldcroft.

She has read the letters that it's not the same without her.

Do you think parts of her wishes that void was never filled?

Do you think that seeing Sebastian laugh and smile with this new fifth year breaks her?

Because it's been so long since they had an adventure together, just her and Sebastian.

And Ominis, who was always so adamant about not bringing anyone else into the Undercroft, allows, albeit reluctantly, Sebastian to bring that new fifth year into what was THEIR hideaway?

Of course, Anne would never share her feelings to either. It was Ominis’s spot first after all and Sebastian is allowed to do whatever he wishes. She would never stop them from living their lives and making that gaping hole a little less painful.

But do you think she wishes they wouldn't?

[crimkayz]

Snape Headcanons

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- Prefers tea over coffee, though if he must need or want coffee it would obviously be black. He enjoys sipping tea when he reads or grades papers for class.

- Listens to instrumental music mainly classical but sometimes he doesn’t mind trying something new though this is a very rare chance. He really only listens to music if he needs a break from the silence, so it would need to be instrumental. 

- Enjoys the process of grading papers or homework due to seeing how well he teaches or what students he needs to start picking on the next class. He also enjoys it for the fact that this is one of the new ways he gets to write with ink since he doesn't particularly journal.

- Prefers colder weather or cloudy days, he gets more done and feels more at ease and honestly more subdued.

- Reads mainly history keeps up with potions and constantly reads about anything dealing with rare or unusual magic. He also enjoys reading poetry or well-constructed literature. He tends to read in the dark with a dim lamp next to him to focus or relax.

- His quarters in Hogwarts are dark but overall well-kept. His bookshelf is a bit dusty; he doesn't make time to read often. He would have a tea cart by the fireplace near his chair in the corner where he would tend to read. He would also have a cabinet of potions and or ingredients to make potions for class or other professors. He prefers candlelight so there are also plenty of candlesticks around. 

- Would probably only hang out with Minvera outside school hours. They would chat over tea or some sort of pastry. This would be the only time he would laugh or even get close. He would probably chat about students and rumors, like something Fred or George did. He would most definitely complain about Draco because he knows Minvera would agree.

- Dislikes drinking and would definitely want to always be in control of himself. He would drink maybe a small glass of fire whiskey on the rocks at staff events. He also wouldn't do anything but drink, drugs and other things are off the table for sure. 

- He probably smells like potion ingredients or like a faint scent of cologne that he sprays like once in the morning just because it's a habit, though he particularly doesn't care what he smells like since he is always monitoring his potions class and his closet of ingredients. 

- He probably hardly sleeps and if he does it's never a deep sleep. He probably doesn't have good dreams and is plagued with bad ones. He tells himself he doesn't need the sleep but it definitely plays into his mood. He stays up late and wakes up early. He enjoys having as much time to keep up with everything going on at Hogwarts and all of his duties.  

- He mainly wears black for the convenience due to always working with potions but he spent so long building his dark persona so black is perfect for him, it might even be his favorite color.  

This is all for now… loading more soon.. ;)

I will be writing romantic and nsfw headcanons soon :P

[confused-reading-ink-rat]

(Snippet from the previous part:)

“Galinda, who is it?”

Galinda stared at them, taking a deep breath she beamed.

“Elphaba.”

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Elphaba tuned out the murmurs and whispers around her as the students gave her a wide berth. She was no stranger to stares and the occasional sneering remark or three. She had dealt with worse. Maybe she should commend Shiz for hardly ever having direct confrontations with anyone. Except last week, she decided it didn’t count considering it was a one-time occurrence, and no one had been brave enough to confront her again.

Well, save for one particular blonde girl, which more than made up for the silent dislike the student body had. The girl that loudly proclaimed her as her rival, always neck-in-neck in every class, always trying to best her, always arguing to prove a point, always just around the corner to give her a headache.

The blonde,

Galinda.

Her soul-

She’d rather drown than complete that thought, thank you very much.

What’s worse about this sudden attention is that it did not stem from her strange verdigris, her blunt attitude, her magical abilities, or about anything she had dealt with before. No, this tied back to Galinda all over again, like it always did. Same car, different coat of paint. They weren’t staring because she was green, they were staring because there was something on the green. 

Bold neon pink below her right ear.

A poppy with heart-shaped petals etched onto her skin.

A matching soulmark to the blonde she refused to think about, which she undoubtedly showed off this morning.

Oh, Oz that girl has no shame. Now, everyone knew. 

The realization made bile rise up to her throat, then suddenly everything shattered into a million pieces. It felt like the number of students that gaped at her doubled, there were constantly eyes on her that weren’t looking in disgust or disbelief. They were looking at her in awe, admiration, curiosity, and even looks that bordered on envy. 

She doesn’t know which was worse, all she knew was that she needed to get away from here. From everyone.

Her once heavy steps turned lighter, faster. Her body taking her desperation to disappear and turning it into fuel for her sprint. She turned sharp corners, feeling goosebumps at the mere murmur about her mark. 

And of course fate decided there was no better time to bump into Galinda Upland.

_____________________

Galinda, Pfanne, and Shenshen were on their way to the quad, the latter duo had thrown her question after question, it was starting to feel more like an interrogation than a peaceful walk across campus.

“How are you going to get the girl to reciprocate?” Pfanne asked as they turned a corner. The blonde froze, she hadn’t thought that far ahead. She blinked as she felt Shenshen pull her forward, raising an eyebrow at her, she swallowed.

“I have no idea,” She answered absentmindedly.

“Well good for you, we do.” Shenshen said with a smile, Galinda gave her one in return. 

“We do?” Pfanne asked, surprised. Shenshen gave him a nudge on the shoulder. “Oh yes, we do.” He nodded.

“Well then,” Galinda tossed her hair back, “Let’s not dawdle, I have a soulmate to win over.”

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“Charming her with your charisma?” Pfanne suggested.

Galinda shot him down with a look. “First day failure, Pfanne.”

“Chocolates?”

Shenshen raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that a little more down the line?”

“Love letters?”

“What did we just say about that?” 

“Oz, this girl is difficult!” Galinda groaned, head in her hands.

They’ve been at this for hours already, smudged ink at their fingertips, fountain pens in their hands, papers thrown across the table, books opened on random pages. Why was this so much more difficult than it was supposed to be? Romance was second nature to Galinda!

She took a deep breath, trying to rack jog her memory. There had to be something, right? Something remotely personal? She was roommates with the girl, and the rivalry hardly made her a stranger. What did she know about Elphaba? She’s green for starters, she’s good at magic, she’s unfortunately behind on the fashion scene, she has a sister named Nessarose, she’s a Thropp, she lived in Munchkinland- 

Galinda blinked, her cheeks warming as she realised how foolish she had been, flowers, of course! Why didn’t she think of that first? They were a staple in the romantic scene, it was one of the most basic things one could think of. Flowers. Munchkinland’s main export! Aside from crops, but she didn’t think that would help her right now.

She reached over for the Floriography book before she caught herself.

Start with something simple, she thought, retracting her hand, but impactful. Simple but impactful. She needed a bouquet on a short notice, really short, today would be nice. It had to be sentimental, and she had the strange need to pick it herself.

“Poppies,” she breathed. She shot up from her seat, turning to a bewildered Pfanne and Shenshen. “Girls, we need to find the best florist by sundown because I will be making a bouquet.” 

“The town nearby has a shop with a great selection of them, ” Shenshen answered, Galinda beamed.

“Excellent!” She clapped her hands together, then gave them a somewhat serious expression. “Now, we better go before I start overthinking everything again.”

“You will.”

“Which is exactly why we need to hurry!”

They packed up their things, leaving the table mostly spotless save for some spilt ink. Galinda had tried to remove it, but no such luck. They walked out of the library. “What’s your first period, Shenshen?” Galinda asked, turning to the taller girl.

“I have linguistics-”

Galinda’s breath hitched as they turned a corner, slamming into what she assumed was a wall of black bricks. She began to fall backwards, and the girl caught her by her waist.

“Elphaba?” 

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Part 3

Happy Valentines day everyone, here's your new chapter!

@nether2010

@kekescalope

@spinelesscacti

@filofandomfrenzy

@thestorytellingfool

@mulder-its-me-223

@stars-singers-light

SHOUT OUT TO CAGE ANON!

warning: FUTURE GLIYERABA (JURY'S STILL OUT)

[ilikekidsshows]

I dislike how Adrien's character is just a massive macguffin at this point. If he isn't going to do stuff himself, or even get scenes that don't involve Marinette, why would you make him the male lead and everything in the Miraculous world connect back to him???

Wanna why know why Gabriel's Hawkmoth? Emily's death! But well actually, she only died because of Adrien. Why's Lila a villain? Well, she had a spat with Marinette! Over what, you ask? Adrien. Ah yes, Felix, our dear fandom's most inconsistent character like seriously why the hell did he go from being angry his cousin didn't attend his dads funeral and calling love confessions sappy to being glad his dad is dead and randomly breaking into song resident jerk, he actually does stuff for change!! Why's he here? Well, actually he's Adrien's cousin

But, does Adrien actually do anything with this (I'd say information after this but lets be real, he has none)? Nope, sir/ma'am, nothing at all!! He never learns his father is Hawkmoth and his father never learns he's Chat Noir. Jury's out on Lila but so far, hd does absolutely nothing at all.

Well, what about Felix? You'd think that, with a character so intertwined with him, they'd actually do something with it? Give them a few scenes? Maybe actually have Adrien talk or maybe even punch some sense into his cousin for vanishing the entire world besides like three people? Give the duo some scenes? Actually address what Felix did after his introduction? Show Felix breaking him and Kagami out of Gabriel's white rooms? Nope, lets just shove Felix to the side with Kagami, and forget about him unless we have an episode which requires a jerk character, since literally none of the good guys fit that role!!

Honestly, even leaving aside the stuff abiut wasted character moments, it feels like Adrien's been relegated to like the third or fourth most important character in the show. Marinette and Alya are wayyy above him at this point. Lila can take another spot albeit hesitantly since she clearly has more focus and plot relevance than him.

Marinette didn't even give Chat Noir a kwatagama to remember her by (if Alya can have one, so can he, he was Mister Bug, remember?). He doesn't even know about the Alya is the next Guardian stuff. Literally no one does. If Marinette does have something happen to her and she gives up the guardianship, why would anyone even listen to Alya!?!? Chat Noir outranks her by seniority alone, Carapace isn't even that close behind in terms of that and most importantly, she's never led them, she's never made battle plans, she hasn't been there from the start like Chat Noir, not everyone's fought with her probably, and they've never been made aware of this little back-up plan. Who's to say she isn't a Miraculous thief, huh? What if she stole the box and killed Ladybug? They have nothing to go off of except her word.

The writers probably don't even know how to use Adrien now that the crush arc of the show is over. Everyone's saying that he's obviously getting a big build-up, but what if they just "Catwalker" this and make it so that this is all "resolved" in a single episode and they all go back to the status quo with the slight change with the slight change that everyone is more subservient to Marinette and now recognises her brilliance or whatever.

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Some people still believe Miraculous has proper build up and payoff, huh? I’m not surprised yet I’m still disappointed at how helplessly naive this fandom is.

Like, I was trying to figure out how to properly showcase what I think is wrong with Adrien’s character, why I think he’s less of a character than ever before, even when he gets a whole episode revolving around his family. So, here’s the Animus Litmus Test of Is The Love Interest a Real Person

Does the character have an actual conversation (aka, the speaker is changed at least twice) with someone other than their significant other?

Is this conversation about something other than their significant other?

Does this conversation take place in a scene that doesn’t feature the significant other at any point?

Does the character have any goal outside of “be with the significant other”?

Like, supposedly Adrien should have a conversation in 'Werepapas' with someone other than Marinette about something other than how much he wants to stay with Marinette, but, like, this is the episode that teased the audience with Plagg getting to show up, only to not just exclude Plagg, but to exclude Adrien himself from the Akuma fight so that he can be shoved inside a literal trophy while Marinette plays with his life like an object.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Bless My Soul (DARK SMUT)

Summary: Logan hits a wall when he feels he can't learn more about you from a distance.

Warnings: Dark yandere! Logan, Stranger! reader, PwP, PnV, Rape, Talk of reader being property, Stalking and mention of stalking, Kidnapping?, Ally-way sex, Semi-public sex, Being talked into it, Worship, Cumming inside, No protection, Slight praise. Let me know if I missed and anything and READ AT YOU OWN CAUTION

Word Count: 5.9k

Logan was always a mysterious man, known for his rugged charm and fierce loyalty. But, he had a dark secret. He was a yandere, a man who was obsessed and possessive to the point of madness when it came to the one he loved. He had been watching his darling for weeks. He knew everything about you - your daily routine, your favorite haunts, your deepest secrets. He had watched you with a mixture of love and jealousy. He wanted you all to himself, and he was willing to do anything to make that happen.

Logan sat in the darkened corner of the coffee shop, sipping his coffee and watching you intently. He could feel the fire of obsession burning inside him as he watched you laugh and chat with your friend. He had been following you for weeks, obsessively taking notes on your daily habits, studying your likes and dislikes. He had even broken into your apartment a few nights ago and touched everything you owned, feeling a perverse sense of intimacy with you. You were sitting at your favorite coffee shop with your best friend, enjoying a cup of your favorite coffee, when you suddenly felt a shiver go down your spine. You couldn't explain it, but you had a terrible feeling that you were being watched. You looked around the busy café, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to you. Still, the feeling of being watched persisted, and you couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled over you.

Logan was sitting in a booth in the corner of the shop. To anyone else, he looked like just another customer, sipping coffee and reading the paper. But really, he was watching you. Observing you. He was mesmerized by every little thing about you. The way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you held your coffee cup. He studied every move you made, taking in every single detail. He was becoming even more obsessed. As you continued chatting with your friend, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the feeling of being watched intensified. You discreetly looked around, and your eyes landed on Logan sitting in the corner booth. His gaze was fixed on you, intense and unblinking. You tried to ignore him and continue your conversation, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was studying you, analyzing you like a predator watching its prey. Logan couldn't keep his eyes off you. He watched every little movement you made, every gesture, every expression on your face. He was drawn to you like a magnet, unable to look away. He knew he was being too obvious, but he didn't care. He wanted you to notice him. He wanted you to know that he was watching you, stalking you. He needed you to know that you were his. You and your friend said your goodbyes, and you headed out into the busy street. The feeling of being watched was still there, and you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that you were being followed. You glanced over your shoulder, but there was no sign of Logan anywhere. You quickened your pace, trying to shake off the feeling of dread that was building inside you. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around to find Logan standing behind you, a small, almost sinister smile on his lips.

"Hello, sweetheart," Logan said, his voice low and rough. He leaned in closer, his gaze fixed intently on you. "You're even more beautiful up close." Logan's smile widened as he saw the look of surprise on your face. He stepped closer to you, invading your personal space. "You really thought you could get away from me that easily, huh?" he said, his voice was low and raspy. You took a step back, feeling a mixture of fear and confusion at Logan's sudden appearance. You tried to keep your composure, but you couldn't hide the shiver that ran down your spine as he moved closer to you. "Who are you?" you asked, trying to sound authoritative, but your voice came out shaky and uncertain. "Oh, don't play coy with me, sweetheart," Logan said, his smile growing wider. He took another step forward, closing the distance between you even further. "You don't recognize me? I'm hurt." He reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle, but the look in his eyes was anything but. You shivered as Logan touched your hair, his touch was possessive and invasive. You tried to back away from him, but he grabbed your wrist in a tight grip, pulling you closer to him. "Let go of me," you said, trying to sound brave, but your voice betrayed the fear that was coursing through you. "Now why would I do that?" Logan said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine, sweetheart, and I'm not going to let you go anytime soon." His grip on your wrist tightened and he pulled you even closer, his body pressing against yours. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail as if he was committing you to memory. Logan's eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement as he leaned in even closer to you. "You're mine now," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "And you're never getting away from me." Without warning, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. You tried to struggle, but his grip was strong and unyielding. He began walking briskly through the crowd, dragging you along behind him.

You could feel panic rising in your chest as Logan pulled you through the busy streets. People parted to let him pass, and some even took notice of him dragging you along like a prized possession. You tried to call for help, but he placed a hand over your mouth, silencing you instantly. "Don't even think about it, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're mine now, and no one can save you from me." Logan led you down an alleyway, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. Once he was sure no one could see you, he pushed you against the wall, pinning you there with his body. His eyes bore into yours with a possessive intensity, and his grip on your wrists was unyielding. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice rough. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you here with me, sweetheart." You could feel the cold, hard wall pressing against your back, and the hot breath of Logan against your face. He was so close that you could smell the hint of cologne and cigarettes on him, and it was making you nauseous. You tried to squirm away from him, but his body was like a wall of muscle trapping you in place. Your mind began to race with thoughts of escape, but his iron grip on your wrists only tightened more. Logan leaned closer to you, his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "There's no point in fighting me, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now, and I'm never letting you go." He moved even closer, his body pressed completely against yours, trapping you against the wall. "You're mine," he repeated, as if trying to drill the idea into your head.

Your heart hammered loudly in your chest, and you could feel sweat beginning to form on your brow. You tried to struggle, to push him away, but his body was too strong, too close. He leaned in even closer, his face inches from yours. "Please," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "You have to let me go. This isn't right." "Oh, but it is right," Logan said, his voice gruff. "You're mine now, sweetheart, and you're going to learn to accept that." He leaned in even closer, his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your face. "You're never going to leave me, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You belong to me, now and forever… but maybe I should prove it to you." You shivered as he spoke, the cold intensity in his voice sending chills down your spine. You didn't know what he meant by "proving" it, but you had a sinking feeling that you weren't going to like it. You tried once more to push him away, but his grip on your wrists was unyielding, and he pressed you even harder against the wall. Logan's grip on your wrists tightened even more, and he leaned in even closer, his face scant inches from yours. His eyes were fixed on you, their intensity sending chills down your spine. "You don't know it yet, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and rough. "But you're going to love me, whether you like it or not…" He moved even closer, so close that you could almost taste his breath on your lips. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with fear and uncertainty. You could feel his breath on your face, hot and uneven, and his body was so close to yours that you were practically melded together. You tried to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come out. All you could do was stare into his gaze, trying to keep your composure. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire that was so palpable in his eyes. His grip on your chin was firm, almost painful, and he was holding you in place with such intensity that you couldn't look away. You tried to keep your composure, to keep the fear and panic from showing on your face, but every muscle in your body was tense and trembling.

"You're shaking, sweetheart," Logan said, his voice rough. "Are you scared?" he asked, but there was no hint of mockery in his tone. He leaned in even closer, so close that his lips were mere millimeters from yours. "There's no need to be scared," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I won't hurt you… much." His words sent chills down your spine, but there was something oddly convincing about them. You knew you should be terrified, but there was a small part of you that wanted to believe him, even if it was just for a moment. You could feel his breath on your face, his body pressed against yours, and it was all you could do to keep from collapsing in fear. His words sent chills down your spine, but there was something oddly convincing about them. You knew you should be terrified, but there was a small part of you that wanted to believe him, even if it was just for a moment. You could feel his breath on your face, his body pressed against yours, and it was all you could do to keep from collapsing in fear. Logan noticed the way your body trembled beneath his touch, and a hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. He leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "Don't be scared, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Just let me taste you…" You could feel your resolve beginning to crack, and you were fighting every instinct in your body to keep from giving in to his demand. His words were like a spell, weaving their way into your mind, and you could feel yourself being pulled in by his intensity. You wanted to resist, to fight him off, but something about his tone made you hesitate.

Logan's eyes were like a predator's as he leaned in closer, his gaze intensely fixated on you. His grip on your wrists grew tighter, almost to the point of pain, but he didn't seem to care. He was entirely focused on you, his mind consumed by his desire to claim you as his own. Logan's eyes were wild with excitement as he leaned in closer, his lips just barely touching yours. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "Mine and no one else's." He cupped your face in his hands, his touch firm and unyielding. "No one else is ever going to touch you, ever again. You belong to me, and I'm never letting you go." You could feel the intensity in his touch, in his gaze, and it was making it hard for you to think straight. You wanted to say something, to fight back against him, but the words were caught in your throat. You were so close to him, so close to his body, that you could feel his heart pounding rapidly against your chest. You could feel the power of his words, the possessive desire that radiated off him like a tangible force. It was overwhelming, and you were quickly coming to the realization that there was no escaping him. He was too strong, too fixated on you, and there was nowhere for you to run. You were trapped, and he had no intention of ever letting you go. Your mind was racing with thoughts of escape, but every plan you came up with was quickly dismissed as impossible. You were helpless, completely at the mercy of this man who was obsessed with you to the point of madness.

Logan could feel the fear radiating off of you, and he reveled in it. He loved the way your body trembled in his grip, the way your heart raced in your chest, the way your eyes widened with fear. It all fed his obsession, his possessive desire, and it only made him want you more. As he felt your body tremble in his arms, Logan could no longer resist the urge to make his move. He lunged forward, pulling you against him with a force that took your breath away. His lips crashed against yours in a messy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth with a possessive fervor. He held you in place, his body pressed against yours, his grip on you so tight that it was almost painful. He kissed you with a hunger that was almost animalistic, his mind completely consumed by the need to claim you. You were powerless against his strength, your body crushed against his as he kissed you with a frenzy that was both terrifying and thrilling. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, exploring every inch of it with an intensity that left you gasping for breath. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the heat of his desire, and it was almost overwhelming. You tried to struggle, to push him away, but his grip on you was unyielding. You had never experienced something like this before, and you were completely unprepared for the intensity of his desire. His tongue explored your mouth with a possessive fervor. His body was pressed against you so tightly that it was almost suffocating. You tried to pull away, to stop him, but his grip only tightened, and his kiss only deepened. It was as if he was trying to consume you, to claim you as his own in every possible way.

As Logan deepened the kiss, he also became more aggressive and dominant, his teeth grazing against your lips in a way that was almost sadistic. He pulled your body even closer to his, his grip so tight that it was painful, and his kiss became more forceful, more demanding. It was as if he was trying to break you, to make you submit to him completely. His tongue forced its way into your mouth with an intensity that felt almost like an invasion, and he held you in place with an almost brutal strength. The kiss that Logan was laying on you was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It was not gentle, not loving, but possessive and dominating. Your whole body was on fire, and you were having trouble focusing on anything except for him. His tongue invading your mouth, his teeth grazing your lips, the way he was holding you so tightly, it all felt like a violent assault on your senses. You tried to protest, to push him away, but your words were muffled by the intensity of the kiss, and his grip on you was uncompromising. As Logan's kiss became even more intense, he finally broke away, his breath ragged and uneven. His eyes were wild with desire, and there was a mad gleam in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. He didn't give you time to catch your breath before he roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the wall. In one fluid motion, he spun you around and slammed you onto the ground. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you hit the ground hard. You gasped for breath as your body slammed against the ground, the impact leaving you dazed and disoriented. You tried to catch your bearings, but Logan was already on top of you, his body pinning you to the ground. His hands were already at your wrists, holding them tightly on either side of your head. He leaned down so that his face was mere inches from yours, his eyes fixed intensely on you.

Logan's face was so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath against your skin. He loomed over you, his body pinning you to the ground, his grip on your wrists so tight that it was almost painful. His eyes were fixated on you like a predator eyeing its prey. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew you were mine. We were meant to be together, destiny brought you to me, and nothing can change that. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go. You belong to me forever" You could feel the fear gripping you again as he spoke, his words more like a declaration of ownership than a promise of love. He was so obsessed with you, so fixated on possessing you in every possible way, that it was almost impossible to escape. You tried to rationalize with him, to tell him that this was madness, but his eyes were wild with feverish zeal, and there was no reasoning with him. His words echoed in your ears like a prophecy, and you were beginning to feel like there was no way out of this nightmare. Logan's grip on your wrists tightened even more, and his body pressed even harder against yours. You could feel the hardness of his muscles through his clothing, and his body was so close to yours that you could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned in even closer, his face only a few inches above yours. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice almost a snarl. "No one else is ever going to touch you, ever again. You're my possession, my property, and I'm not letting you go." He looked at you with savage intensity, as if trying to tear your soul itself out of your body. The intensity of his gaze was almost unbearable, and you were beginning to feel like you were drowning in his desire. You couldn't escape, you couldn't fight back, you were completely at his mercy. His hold on you was unyielding, his body crushing yours into the ground. "Please," you managed to choke out, your voice a strangled whisper. "Please, let me go."

Logan's grip on your wrists tightened even more, his body pressing even harder against yours. You felt like you were losing control, unable to escape. Your words fell on deaf ears as his only focus was on you. "Never!" he said, his voice rough with desire. "I'll never let you go. You're mine, forever." He looked at you with a crazed intensity, his eyes glittering with a hint of madness. His body pressed harder against yours, and you could feel the hardness of his muscles beneath his clothing. "I guess I just need to claim you in a more physical way, sweetheart," he said, his voice low. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew what was about to happen. You tried to struggle, to fight him off, but it was no use. His grip on you was ruthless, and his body was much stronger than yours. "Please," you begged, your voice shaking. "Please, don't do this." "Stop acting like you don't want this," he said, his voice almost a purr. "I know you do. You want me as much as I want you." His body was pressed so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin. "I've seen the way you look at me, sweetheart. You're just as obsessed with me as I am with you." "No," you protested weakly, but your words sounded unconvincing even to your own ears. You tried to deny it, to push away the fact that there was a tiny, traitorous part of you that wanted this, but everything he had said was true. He had seen through you, he had seen the way you had looked at him, he knew the truth. Logan was a mutant, with heightened senses. He could smell the desire emanating from your body, even as you tried to deny it. "Don't bother denying it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I can smell it on you, sweetheart. You want me just as much as I want you."

You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you as you realized that your body had betrayed you. He was right, you did want him, even if you didn't want to admit it. You had tried to ignore it, to push it deep down inside, but he had seen through you. His heightened senses had picked up on your desire, and it was impossible to deny. "I…no," you said weakly, but your body was already a dead giveaway. "Don't bother denying it," he repeated, his words a soft, low growl. "I can smell your desire, sweetheart. It's intoxicating, and I want to taste every bit of you." He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours, his grip on your wrists becoming even more intense. "You can't hide it from me," he said, his voice becoming deeper and more possessive. "Your body betrays you, and I know what you really want." You felt a shiver run down your spine, your body responding to his every touch and word. He was right, he knew what you wanted, what you needed, and there was no escaping it. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading. "Please," you whispered, but it was more like a plea of surrender than a request for mercy. Logan's eyes darkened with desire, his body becoming rigid with anticipation. "Please what?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me. Say it." Your mind was reeling, your thoughts a jumble of conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to resist, to fight back and deny him. But another part, a part that was growing louder with each passing moment, wanted to give in, to submit to him completely. Your body trembled beneath his gaze, and the words spilled out before you could stop them. "I…I want you," you whispered, your voice almost a whimper. A predatory smile crossed Logan's face, and he leaned in even closer, his grip on your wrists becoming almost painful. "Good pet," he growled, his voice low and approving. "That's what I wanted to hear." He pressed his body against yours, his every touch and gesture possessive and dominant. "You're mine now, sweetheart. Completely and undeniably mine."

Your body was responding to his every touch, every word, each one sending a shiver through your body. You knew you were completely at his mercy, vulnerable and exposed to him in every possible way. The fear and desire coiled together in your gut, leaving you powerless to resist his advances. You tried to focus on something, anything other than the intensity of his presence, but it was impossible. You were helpless against his possessive desire. His lips traced a path along your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and little nibbles. "I can taste your desire on your skin," he said, his voice a low growl. "It's intoxicating, and I want more of it." He moved his hands from your wrists to your waist, pulling you even closer to him. "You're mine, sweetheart. And I'm going to take what's mine." You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his desire consuming every part of him. You could hear his ragged breathing, his lips grazing your skin, his hands gripping your waist so tightly it was almost painful. You could feel your own desire growing, and it was becoming harder and harder to resist him. "Please," you whispered, your voice a mix of fear and desire. "Please don't-" He silenced your plea with a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth, claiming every inch of you. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with lust. "Shh, baby. Don't fight this. We both know you want this just as much as I do." His hands slid under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach before moving higher to cup your breasts. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "Your body is betraying you, sweetheart. It's telling me how much it craves my touch." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Just give in to me. Let me make you feel things you've never felt before. I promise I'll take good care of you." It was getting harder and harder to resist him, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You knew you should resist, that this was wrong, but the desire was overwhelming. His words and touch were like a siren's song, pulling you in and making it impossible to think straight. "Please," you whispered again, but it was more of a plea than a protest.

He smiled wickedly at your weak protest, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. "That's it, baby. Just let go and surrender yourself to me completely." His hands made quick work of removing your shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. He drank in the sight of your exposed skin hungrily. "Fuck, you're even more gorgeous than I imagined." Leaning down, he captured one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling and biting gently as his hand continued its exploration of your curves. He could feel your body trembling beneath him, could hear the hitches in your breath. It only spurred him on, his own arousal growing with each passing second. "I'm going to worship every inch of you," he promised darkly, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone. His hands roamed your body possessively, mapping out every dip and curve. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, tugging them down slowly. "Lift your hips for me, sweetheart. Let me get these off you." As soon as there was enough room, he yanked them fully off, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him. The cool night air hit your heated skin, making you shiver. But then his large hands were back on you, caressing your thighs, your hips, your stomach. "So fucking perfect," he groaned appreciatively. He settled himself between your legs, his clothed erection pressing insistently against your core. "Can you feel what you do to me? How hard you make me?" He rocked his hips, grinding against you teasingly. "Tell me you want this." His touch was overwhelming, his words sending shivers down your spine. He was so big and powerful, and it made you feel small and vulnerable. But it also made you feel safe, like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. You could feel his excitement, his desire for you, and it was almost too much to bear. "I…I want this," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I want you, Logan."

A triumphant grin spread across his face at your admission. "That's my good pet," he purred, rewarding you with a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you thoroughly. When he finally broke away, his eyes were blazing with hunger. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. Better than anyone ever has." He reached down, unbuckling his belt and freeing his impressive length. It bobbed heavily between his legs, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Positioning himself at your entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock teasingly along your slit, coating himself in your slick arousal. "Beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you need my cock inside you." Your body trembled with anticipation, aching to be filled by him. You could feel the heat of his cock pressing against your most intimate place, stoking the flames of your desire. "Please, Logan," you whimpered, arching your hips up desperately. "Please, I need you so badly. I need your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. Please, fuck me! Make me yours!" The filthy words spilled from your lips, your inhibitions lowered by lust. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you tried to pull him closer. "I'm yours, all yours. Claim me, ruin me for anyone else. Fuck me until I can't walk straight!" "Fuck yes, that's what I like to hear," he growled approvingly, his eyes darkening with lust at your desperate pleas. With no further hesitation, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, wet heat. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation. "Ohhh fuck, you feel incredible. So goddamn tight around my cock." He set a hard, fast pace right from the start, pounding into you with animalistic fervor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the alleyway, mixing with your wanton moans and his grunts of pleasure. One of his hands gripped your hip bruisingly tight while the other snaked up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, just resting there - a dominant reminder of who you belonged to now.

Your mind went blank as he entered you, a scream of ecstasy tearing from your throat. He was so big, stretching you in ways you'd never been stretched before. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building the coil of tension in your core. Your inner walls fluttered and clenched around his thick shaft, trying to draw him even deeper. "Yes, yes, YES!" you cried out shamelessly, too lost in bliss to care about being quiet anymore. The feeling of his strong hand wrapped around your throat, not choking but simply claiming, only heightened your arousal. You could feel yourself hurtling towards an earth-shattering climax already, your body wound tighter than a bowstring. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" you begged, meeting his brutal thrusts as best you could. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, knew you were close. Determined to push you over the edge, he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, making sure to hit that special spot inside you with every stroke. "That's it, baby. Come for me," he commanded huskily, his voice rough with exertion and pleasure. "I want to feel this pretty pussy squeeze my cock as you cum on it." His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. At the same time, he leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as he bit down just shy of pain. The dual stimulation combined with his relentless pounding quickly became too much to bear. "Cum for me," he demanded, his hips snapping forward sharply. "Let go and give me everything." The combination of his words, his skilled touches, and the relentless pounding of his cock pushed you past the point of no return. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your vision whiting out from the intensity of it. "Ahhn, L-logan," you screamed, your voice echoing off the alley walls. Your pussy clamped down HARD on his pistoning cock, rippling and squeezing as it milked him for all he was worth. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed through you, your whole body convulsing with the force of it. Tears streamed down your face from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, drool leaking from the corner of your slack mouth. You were completely lost to the sensations, your mind blown to bits, reduced to nothing but a quivering, cumming mess. "S-so good…"

Feeling your pussy clamp down on him like a vice, milking his cock for all it was worth, was almost too much for him to handle. Your screams of ecstasy, the way your body shook apart beneath him, the lewd sounds of your juices squelching obscenely with each thrust - it all drove him wild with lust. "Fuck, just like that! Milk my cock, baby. Take every last drop," he grunted, his rhythm faltering as his own release rapidly approached. With a few more erratic thrusts, he buried himself as deep as possible and let go, painting your insides white with his hot seed. "Ohhhh fuuuck," he groaned long and low, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside you. You could feel the heat of his release flooding your insides, marking you as his. It seemed to go on forever, spurt after spurt of his potent cum pumping into your spasming cunt. The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely filled with his essence, sent aftershocks of pleasure zinging through your nerves. You went limp beneath him, utterly spent and satisfied, a dopey smile on your face. "Mmmm…so good," you mumbled dazedly, still floating in the aftermath of your intense high. Your body felt heavy and tingly all over, muscles loose and relaxed. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you came down from your respective highs. He nuzzled into your neck, placing soft kisses along your sweat-dampened skin. "You did so well, baby. Took my cock like you were made for it," he praised, his voice a low rumble against your ear. Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled out of you with a soft groan. A trickle of his cum leaked out of your used hole, and he smirked at the sight. "Look at the mess we made. Such a good pet, taking my load so deep."

He pulled away from you, looking at you with that possessive gleam in his eyes. "You're really mine now," he said gruffly. "And don't you forget it." He ran a hand through your hair, almost tenderly, but the gesture was still possessive and dominating. "I'm gonna mark you as mine, sweetheart again and again until the end of time," he said, his voice gruff again. "I want everyone else to know you belong to me." He was so intense, so possessive, it was almost scary. But there was a small part of you that felt a thrill at the way he claimed you, like you were something special and precious to him. But you tried to push that feeling away, knowing that this was all wrong and you should be fighting against him. "I'm not your possession," you said, your voice a mixture of defiance and fear. He just chuckled, his grip on you not relaxing. "Oh sweetheart, you are very much my possession. You belong to me now, and I plan on keeping you."

"Forever."

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I wished lily wasn't the reason for Severus' loyalty. The revelation of his love for her (platonically or romantically) was truly important. You have the incident that kickstarted the prophecy. Severus' switch to the order. Voldemort giving Lily a chance to choose. Severus playing an important role in the second wizarding war. All because of a friendship of two people from spinner's end.

JKR should have developed it more. I understand that she went for the twist, but when the thrill of the discovery is gone there are so many questions that are unanswered.

first, I do not like Lily as a friend. She forgives the marauders for the years of bullying, see her 'best friend' being hanged upside down and threatened to have his genitals exposed. Who the fuck does that ? Also when Harry asked if his mother knew that James still bullying Severus in the seventh year, remus answered with "she did not know too much." so she knew something...

I do not like Lily as a sister, why did she not let James know that vernon probably doesn't know anything about the wizarding world before they went on dinner. I mean wth is Petunia supposed to say to Vernon ? "Oh yeah my sister is a witch and she went to this magical school". Not the best way to make a men fall in love with you. Is Petunia even allowed to tell Vernon all of this under the secrecy law? (I'm aware that restaurant scene is not canon, but that's what I thought when I read it on the website).

I don't like the way she uses her other friends opinion of Severus and their friendship, who clearly don't like Severus, as an argument to why Severus should stop hanging out with his Slytherin friends. Why are your friends even discussing Severus?

Also, I don't like the way she idolize Albus Dumbledore. Severus' got bullied for years, and Dumbledore did nothing. Severus was nearly killed by a werewolf and Dumbledore made Severus swear to never talk about it. What did he do, he made James head boy. Yeah if that happened to me and this man was the leader of the order, I might have asked for the death eater sign up too. Ridiculous.

By making his love for her so pure and selfless, it makes me wonder why he loves her so much. We know nothing, and the things we know just make me go "bruh really.... her ? .... she would not spare a thought for you if your funeral was announced in the papers".

Listen I was never part of the cool kids, so perhaps I don't understand her. But then again, for a Gryffindor, she really is a social coward.

It makes everything so bloody tragic. I sometimes wonder if I'd wished Severus stayed a death eater in the story but then one with guilt because he started caring about the professors and children through the years of working there.

It was honestly funny to read all of this because it feels like listening to myself when I was 16 or 17. I mean, even before I was a fan of Severus—because that came with time—I had a pretty neutral opinion of the character. I didn’t dislike him because I understood his motivations, but I wasn’t particularly a fan either. And if I wasn’t a fan, it was precisely because of everything you’re talking about.

A lot of people say Severus was an obsessive incel who spent 24/7 thinking about Lily, but I never saw it that way—I just thought he was an idiot. I thought, Wow, what an absolute moron. Like, did he really sacrifice his entire life for a woman who was actually kind of a piece of shit? Did he really give up everything to protect the son of his bully and the woman who married said bully? Could you be a bigger loser? No, seriously, could you be more pathetic? Because that woman not only let him be bullied for years, she almost smiled at his bully while he was publicly stripping him. She practically blamed him for her lack of popularity because she was seen with him, and somehow, he was supposed to be grateful. She gaslit him when he tried to tell her about what his abusers were doing to him. She literally told him he should be grateful to one of his abusers. Like, this woman was a piece of shit who was just looking to climb the social ladder. She loved being Gryffindor’s golden girl, just like she was the golden girl back home, and she hated that she had a weird, ugly, nerdy friend with questionable associations who tainted her image. On top of that, she loved having Gryffindor’s rich, pureblood king fawning over her because it was yet another symbol of status—but, of course, she had to play hard to get because good girls always resist bad boys.

That’s how I saw Lily Evans (and honestly, how I still see her), and it seemed absurd to me that Severus would have given so much for her when, honestly, I would have told her to fuck off. Like, if I were Severus, I would’ve dropped her the first time she gaslit me about my abusers. But if for some reason I had still stuck around after that, the moment I saw her almost smiling at my main abuser while he was stripping me in public, I would’ve beaten her so hard she’d have lost all her teeth.

That was my mindset when I was younger, before I learned a lot of things. Back then, I didn’t know what toxic friendships were or how easy it was to fall into them. I had no idea what codependency was, nor did I understand what an attachment figure was. At the time, I grasped some of these concepts vaguely, but over the years, I not only understood them more deeply but also experienced them—both personally and through people around me.

As I got older, I realized that the fact that Severus came from a home where he felt terribly unsafe, and that Lily represented his first safe place as a child, played a huge role in his cognitive development and psyche. In some way, he was always going to be grateful to her for probably being the only good thing in his childhood. And those childhood attachments are some of the strongest and hardest to break because they’re so deeply ingrained in a person. On top of that, Lily was his friend for years, during key developmental stages, and he probably didn’t see all of her flaws—he had her idealized. He grew up in a house where violence was the norm, and his classmates at Hogwarts also treated violence as normal. Lily was different, so he simply wasn’t capable of recognizing problematic behaviors that anyone with a healthy upbringing and healthy role models would have seen immediately. Because he didn’t have those things.

We’re not talking about a character who had examples of healthy behavior, affection, or attachments—we’re talking about someone who had the opposite. So, of course, he wasn’t capable of seeing anything bad in Lily. To him, she was the good in his environment. She was his moral compass, a kind of lighthouse to guide him when he wanted to know if he was heading in the right direction. It’s even possible that he never blamed her for marrying James, and instead, just thought it was normal that she gave in—because she was so good that she could see the good in even horrible people like James. Or maybe he believed James had somehow deceived her.

Severus’s attachment to Lily is kind of like a child who idolizes their mother and is completely unable to see her flaws—even when she acts like a complete asshole—because she’s their mother. And if she does something bad, well, it’s probably the fault of the people around her, not her. That’s exactly how Severus saw Lily.

When I understood all of this, I felt like I finally understood the character and his motivations better. I think it’s important to look at it not from our perspective as outsiders forming opinions, but from his perspective as someone inside the situation—someone who was emotionally dependent on her and either didn’t see the truth or didn’t want to see it.

Over the years, I’ve toned down my discourse about Lily, but my opinion of her hasn’t changed all that much from when I was a teenager. The only difference is that now I rationalize it better. But I still think she was a self-centered social climber. The only thing that’s changed is that before, I just thought she was a shallow, frivolous person—now I give her a little more credit and think her behavior was based on an inferiority complex stemming from her working-class background and her Muggle heritage.

But that doesn’t change the core of the issue. And honestly? I think she and James Potter were a perfect match—two absolute assholes who deserved each other. In fact, I’ve never been bothered by Jily because I’ve always thought they belonged together. Equally insufferable.

[icarianbeast]

I just finished the first chapter of Deltarune...

First thing's first, amazing game, obviously.

Second thing, though, I feel like the whole universe is kinda really sad? I know in Undertale everyone was trapped underground and that sucks but they all had each other, you know? When I was walking around town after the main story (Which by the way, I KNOW I missed so many hidden secrets- and I never got to go back for what I assume is Jevil (?) because I progressed too far on accident but that's a completely different rant) I talked to everyone that I could and like-

The first thing that got me is that Undyne has no idea who Alphys is. I mean, it makes sense- when would they ever have interacted, in this version of the universe? But still, it made me sad. Then I saw Gerson's grave in the cemetery and that actually made me tear up for some reason. I dunno I guess I thought he'd live forever.

It was fun to see Sans- and hear bones trousling in the house, even if I didn't get to talk to Papyrus- I did promise to visit tomorrow (chapter 2, assumedly?) so hopefully I can meet him then. They seem to be doing just fine- good for them.

But Bratty and Catty hate each other?? I mean, probably not actually hate, but they have a rivalry. Maybe it'll blossom into their friendship they had in Undertale later, but it was sad to me to see them disliking each other.

No sign of Napstablook. I thought the ghost house would be theirs, but it seems like it was Mettaton in there... in whatever form they might have taken in this world. One of the books in the library did seem to be Napstablook's journal though, maybe? And I recall some dialogue or flavor text at some point outside of that that was reminicent of them.

Obviously Asgore and Toriel are divorced- that seems to be consistent across universes. It does make me wonder what happened here though. Also, his initial dialogue being the same as his first dialogue in Undertale totally got me. Also the colored flowers? It seems like maybe they're the ones he & Toriel had at their wedding. Cool parallels though.

Anyway, this is just a ramble, mostly for me, to talk about things I noticed. I had a really good time playing through and reading everything! I did the whole chapter in one sitting... Which probably wasn't my wisest choice, but, hey, what're you gonna do, right? I feel like there's never really a good spot to leave these games (meaning, Undertale & Deltarune), even though there's save points. It never really feels like a good time to log off for the day.

[eraofprocrastination]

i firmly believe in the parallels (and antiparallels) between Jason Grace and Nico di Angelo

Hazel (a child of the Underworld) not trusting Jason in HoH because "she couldn't get a read on him" and doesn't know what he's capable of - she calls him calculating and reserved, which she dislikes (and is pissed that he was willing to abandon Nico in MoA). meanwhile Nico makes everyone uneasy because the only read they can get on him is that he's "scary," even though at first he was just this open, excited little kid.

and then Jason growing to trust Nico not because of anything that he does (Percy doesn't even know how to approach Nico even though Nico helped him save the world more than once) but because of who he is. Jason challenging Nico's belief that he doesn't belong anywhere. while Nico pegs Jason as the "golden boy, the son of Jupiter" until Jason has to prove that he's not (hence his whole crisis in BoO). Jason feeling conflicted about where he belongs because he's been so accepted at both camps, while Nico plans to leave them both behind.

Jason not even having a gauge on how powerful Nico is (and Nico himself probably not even knowing his limits because he never actually trained his abilities aside from his like seven days at CHB and his time in the Labyrinth) vs. everyone regarding Jason as this crazy powerful son of Jupiter, leader of the legion, etc. etc. even though we see Jason struggling with his powers pretty frequently throughout the books

Beryl Grace vs. Maria di Angelo: Beryl is desperate for Zeus'/Jupiter's attention and resents her children, while Hades basically lives with Maria and helps raise them. And on that note, Bianca and Thalia: both of them joined the Hunters and avoided carrying the responsibility for their little brothers (Thalia under the assumption that Jason was dead/missing, Bianca believing that Nico would be cared for at CHB without her).

Jason is the one who comes from a poor and "uncivilized" background (first his mother being an unhinged starlet and then being raised by wolves) and Nico is the one with a real upbringing (his grandfather was a diplomat and he's from the 30s/was raised by Bianca for most of his childhood in the Lotus) and yet Jason is the one who's considered well-spoken and respectable while everyone thinks Nico is some feral ghost child.

Jason was raised in the legion to be a leader basically without him asking for it. he never intended to become praetor — it just happened because people looked to him for leadership naturally. even on the Argo II, when Percy and Annabeth aren't there, Jason becomes the closest thing to a commander on the ship by default. even though he never chose that responsibility. and even when none of the group knows what they're up against, it's up to Jason to figure it out and take charge

but Nico? generally knows what's happening because he's been basically everywhere and seen basically everything (Mythomagic + the two camps + the Underworld + Tartarus). and yet is always willing to take on the responsibility that no one else can handle (finding the Doors of Death, transporting the Athena Parthenos back to CHB). and he still goes underappreciated for it.

that's all I can think of at the moment but yes I do wish we'd gotten more of this friendship on the page and yes House of Hades is my favorite of the HoO books

[kiatheinsomniac]

. * ⋆  . · 　. ⋆ :₊ 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉-𝒖𝒑 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ♡ ‧⁺ . ♡ ⋆ . · 　. 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

sugar! she/her, bi (with a male lean), and i love to draw and online shop !! my style is everywhere, but i usually dress very cutesy while staying comfy. i also love bunnies, plushies, and sweets. i dislike anything gross like bugs, being ignored, and being scared/pranked. one of my biggest pet peeves is a condescending individual, but i find a little bit of teasing cute. i'm very reclusive and anxious, but can mask really well in basic situations. i'm very clumsy and sensitive, i tend to fumble and tear up in unexpected scenarios. i like to be as kind as possible !! i find it easier to defend others compared to defending myself. while i like to be taken care of the most, i often find myself taking care of others. my way of showing love is through acts of service and physical touch, and the best way for me to recieve love is through words of affirmation. i'm also a nightowl and nott a morning person whatsoever. (fandoms: genshin impact, the kid at the back, homicipher, howl's moving castle, bungou stray dogs) i hope this was enough info !!! tysm for the opportunity btw >_< ♡ –anon

˚ ༘♡⋆｡˚𝒔𝒐𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆!❀

♡ Sol absolutely adores the cutsey vibe you give off. It's so sweet and we know he absolutely has a soft spot for his darling (as wrapped up in infatuation as that may be).

♡ He's seen how you can easily tear up and find it hard to stand up for yourself despite being defensive on behalf of others and being so kind. He feels the need to be the one to protect you from such scenarios.

♡ Sol is a night owl too so, if you're willing, he could spend the entire night on the phone to you or messaging you. His every waking moment is absorbed by thoughts of you so why not spend his nights talking to you for hours on end too?

ᯓ♡ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆?𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔

♡ Sol had a date of his own in mind and told Hyugo about it... Hyugo immediately scrapped the entire plan for what we'll call guessable reasons and helped him to plan a real date instead.

♡ He brings everything needed to your place for a cosy night in, including films and fun activities. He's got some coloured polymer clay for you to make cute little figures with, some legos to build together, and all the ingredients to make some pizzas to eat while the two of you can cuddle on the couch and watch some films.

♡ Even when making the figures with you, he puts his artistic skills to use to create cute little figures for you to keep - bunnies, kittens, sanrio, whatever suits your tastes most. He chose the lego sets with the same idea in mind.

𝒑.𝒔.  Happy Valentine's Day! Thank you so much for entering my event!

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[sprunki-pain-tolerance]

A little bit of angst this fine fine Valentine’s Season, with my favorite gay couple because I love making Clukr feel emotions! Fun fact: I based this off of the singular relationship I was in back when I realized I was Aromantic (the break up was because she was a lesbian and I was no longer a woman, not the Aromantic thing). Don't worry, they're still together, they need each other so much.

11 years.

That's how long they'd been together.

Garnold loved Clukr. There was no other way to put it. He loved them. He loved their passion for everything whether a like or a dislike, he loved their little fidgets when busy, he loved how easily they fit in his arms, he loved the things they made and could easily pick out every little sign of their creative process. He loved them. He wanted to spend the rest of his life by their side. Everytime he dwelled on his feelings it always just felt like he was that confused kid in college again, struggling with his sexuality and an adorably dorky roommate. Hell, the day they'd confessed, though unorthodox and a bit painful, felt like a weight had been removed. Although immediately, there were navigational issues to hammer out. Namely with Clukr's orientation.

They were aromantic. He wasn't.

It was confusing for him at first. He didn't really understand how they couldn't experience romantic attraction but still wanted to date him. At first he rationalized it as them being clingy, but after about five attempts at explaining (the curse of neither of them being good with emotions at that age) he was pretty sure he got it. It was love, just not the same kind. It wasn't really a hard thing to work with usually; discussions about boundaries, wording, what they wanted to be, but every February seemed to be a nightmare for them. They’d confided in him about their sheer hatred of Valentine’s Day and how they didn't want him doing anything special for them on it. He always agreed to just treat it like a normal day. He was always so loud and proud about his spouse that some people thought it weird that he did this, but their comfort mattered over anyone's feelings. If they just wanted this to be a day, then it was just that. Another day.

Albeit, another day he had to pry them off their work computer and make them go to bed at a halfway decent time. But that was usual.

What wasn't usual was them face down and crying in front of a blank monitor. Usually when he found them like that they were trying to use Blender. And they actually took their glasses off first, meaning that this wasn't a spontaneous meltdown or an anxiety attack. They were obviously dwelling on whatever it was first for longer than a few minutes.

“Hey hon.”

Garnold rested a hand on their back. They barely responded, actually crying harder at the touch, drawing further into themself.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

They sniffled harder, not even looking up as they quietly stuttered out a response. It was barely audible, but he could still hear it plain as day.

”Why?” Before he could question them, they elaborated, “Why have you stayed with me this long?”

“Cause I care about you.” He didn’t use the word love. He thought it, but he didn't say it. Clukr didn’t like hearing him say it.

They must’ve picked up on his implications though, because their response to this was, “You deserve someone who can actually love you back…”

It was so disheartening to hear. They were the one to confess. They were the one to propose. Garnold watched them gain all of the confidence needed to bear their emotions to him front and center ever since they’d first met. He’d watched an endearingly pathetic guy become brave and stoic in real time. Seeing them like this felt just like their first meeting all over again. Tense, like one wrong move would completely break them and ruin everything.

“Oh honey... Who got that idea in your head?”

Clukr finally lifted their head up, only to shrug and slump over again. “You just deserve better than me… I dunno...”

“You know I don't care about that kinda thing. I want to stay with you, that's all that I care about.”

He picked Clukr up with ease. They practically went limp in his arms as he carefully maneuvered them over one of his shoulders. The glasses came next, which he carefully placed in his jacket pocket (they were already on life support as is). Then the cane… was not in the room. 

“C'mon. You've been awake too long.”

[xylatox]

Criminal Conscience Tape 05 - Bloody Bodies!! An exciting day for annoying people (me) :))

Past Time!!

Back again to being downbad for criminal!beomgyu, he will always drive me insane. Idk, something about Gyu being so nonchalant here like — It’s not until you move closer to him, your arm brushing against his that he tilts his head your way, one of his brows tugging upward. “Is something supposed to happen?” He echoes in an almost monotone voice. — ?????? like what if I jump your bones (again, and respectfully). — But Beomgyu merely shrugs as he pushes himself off the cold wall. “I am my own boss, dollface.” His lips curl into the ghost of a smirk when he leans over to kiss your forehead. — the dollface nickname will always make me so sweet oh my god.

Present Time!!

“Do you know what kind of freelance?” Your senior then wonders as he flips a page. You did. Though Beomgyu rarely, if ever, discussed work matters with you, you had still caught on to enough where you knew what kind of connections he held, what kind of person he was. — For some reason your lips betray you, “I don’t.”  — This entire thing omg???? okay, like I absolutely get reader not wanting to betray Gyu in some sort of way, but it's driving me so insane, like girl you work for the Police😭 you're stressing me out. Like even as we see reader's thoughts I would also love to know why you defended him (like absolutely love him to death), but that kind of loyalty after everything is insane.

The moment in the interrogation room?? I could legitimately feel the tension woah, Serene, you set the scene so well here. Who's the him in particular?? I'm dying to know.

Past Time!!

In the everlasting darkness it was impossible to make out his expression, but you hear him heave a sigh. “No it’s fine, I… Fuck I’m sorry, dollface.” — I feel like this is the only moment I've seen CC Gyu falter (for a lack of words, idk how to explain it) thus far. Like, I don't see him as a person to apologize and he seemed genuinely caught off guard and even going as far as to explain, that's insane.

And you knew that he was lying to you right now. Beomgyu lied a lot. What you didn’t know was if his lies were good or bad intentions. — I so desperately want to believe that Gyu isn't inherently a bad person, like, I think he's just been given shitty life choices and had to make things work like, my heart :(

On the fourth day you think he might stop, that he might grow tired of your persistent no-shows and move over to the next woman waiting on his call. But as you sit in class that very afternoon, your phone vibrates with the indication of yet another text. You felt your stomach twist.— like I know it's a purely sexual transaction, but I can't help but hope that some part of him really likes/ wants her, like it's definitely the delulu talking but it's okay😞

Serene, you are evil (positively with all the love in the world) the fact that reader asked Taehyun to go clubbing and they in fact do scares me, especially considering what the conversation with Gyu was in the present time, is the hum she referred to Taehyun?? like I hope no because I'll fucking sob but idk who else it could be rn😭😭😭 also, the absolute audacity to go to the location Beomgyu sent, like I get you want to see him but please without Taehyun's life at risk especially considering you don't want to consider Gyu a murderer🧍(I'm crashing out so bad)

Taehyun grabs ahold of your arm when you make a move to approach the bouncer. “Why don’t we just go back?” He murmurs, the words coming out hushed. You shrug him off, shaking your head as you march toward the large man. — there was an opening to go back😭😭😭😭 noooo. Taehyun my precious baby freaking out, he's so right, I'm so scared for his life rn (I refuse to comment to seeing Duri again, I dislike him, he's stinky and his name is the shortened version of Durian so it fits hmph). Reader being jealous after Gyu has a lady on his arm after she's a no show girl😭😭😭 what kind of jealousy.

THE END????? TAEHYUN DOEDNT DIE (I REJOICE, SCARED) BUT READER ASKING HIM YO KISS HER?????? HELLO????????I now understand the red-flag reader warning omg. Like she's either dense to not realize he likes her and then om top of thst her jealousy??? I'm, Serene, this was absolutely amazing, I fear I'm going to crash out because reader it going to drive me insane.

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 TAPE 05

𝓓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝓔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 ⸝⸝ Moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. Though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder. ⸝⸝

𝓹airings criminal!beomgyu x detective!reader 𝔀arnings references to sexual encounters, blood, mentions of injuries, drinking, red-flag reader (?), no warnings just vibes idk man leave me alone im going to cry.

📼 THE TAPE RECORDINGS

𝓣𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝓢𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 contains dark themes portraying unhealthy and toxic relationships and substance abuse. reader discretion is advised ! — this story is partly told in flashbacks, beware of timestamps as past/present are mixed throughout the story.

#serene adds ✎.. the last scene was so god awful hard for me to write for some unknown reason... oh well! I got it out, I'm alive, all is well :3

[ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။| TAPE 05 ] — Bloody Bodies recording legnth; 6.4k + PLAYLIST

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📼 — April 29th 2022

“So… What happens now?” Your hushed question feels loud when it passes your swollen lips. Gingerly pulling your panties back on, you cringe at the sticky feeling of the damp fabric against your skin. Beomgyu remains silent next to you as he leans back against the brick wall. For a moment, you wonder if your question had been a stupid one to ask. 

It’s not until you move closer to him, your arm brushing against his that he tilts his head your way, one of his brows tugging upward. “Is something supposed to happen?” He echoes in an almost monotone voice. — Confused, you glance between him and the door only a few steps away. “Are you not going back inside?” 

For the past ten minutes you had been trying to come up with an excuse, rather an explanation to deliver in front of Kayla once you walked back inside the club with Beomgyu. She would be mad, undoubtedly so and your mind raked with different scenarios and outcomes. What would you tell her? Would you even get the chance to introduce him, would he even want you to? Maybe he would just take off as soon as you stepped inside. 

“No.” 

His sigh is like a stone brick thrown right at you, hitting you across the face and leaving an ugly bruise. You blink, in complete disbelief as your gaze darts back toward him. But you had just spent ten whole minutes worrying about what to say. And he wasn’t even going back in? — “You’re not?” It was impossible to hide the disappointment in your voice and you’re almost certain he picked up on it. 

Beomgyu shakes his head before letting it tilt back against the wall behind him. You knew that he was waiting for you to leave, and perhaps you should. Any other day you probably would have, but today it wasn’t enough. The sex only gave you a temporary fix, you needed more. 

“Where are you going?” You straighten out your back, hands falling to your sides as they clenched into fists. You were determined to draw at least a half-assed answer out of him. Beomgyu doesn’t look at you when he replies, “Work.” 

Ah right, work. It was an easy excuse, given that you knew little to nothing about what he did for a living, or anything else regarding him for that matter. That was bound to change. 

“You work nights?” 

He hadn’t expected that question, you could tell by the way his jaw subtly clenched, his hands digging deeper into his pockets. He nods, but his eyes are fixated on something far away, something you couldn’t see. “I do sometimes”, he hums. 

Sometimes? He must work quite odd hours, for night shifts were usually on a tight and regular schedule. “Is it okay for you to drink before work?” You ask with a small frown, silently questioning his move to come here if he knew he had somewhere important to be shortly after. — But Beomgyu merely shrugs as he pushes himself off the cold wall. “I am my own boss, dollface.” His lips curl into the ghost of a smirk when he leans over to kiss your forehead. 

And just like that, he was gone again, and you were left with what seemed even more questions than you’d started with. 

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📼 — PRESENT TIME ; February 22th 2024

“He was a freelancer… Of sorts..” You quietly state and Yeonjun glances up from the files in front of him. “Freelance?” He repeats and you nod as your gaze returns to the photos of the crime scene before you. Your finger drags across the image of the bloodstained cough, cringing as you imagine Beomgyu, covered from head to toe in blood as he lunges at the poor victim. 

“Do you know what kind of freelance?” Your senior then wonders as he flips a page. You did. Though Beomgyu rarely, if ever, discussed work matters with you, you had still caught on to enough where you knew what kind of connections he held, what kind of person he was. — For some reason your lips betray you, “I don’t.” 

You then hastily continue, “He was gone a lot, worked odd hours, came and went.” You shrug, trying your best to divert from the topic you had brought up yourself. You don’t know why you defended him, why you felt the need to take his side. You want to be honest with Yeonjun, hell you want to be honest with yourself. Why did he have to make it so hard? 

Your last conversation a mere two days ago was still fresh in your mind. You wondered if his words actually held any weight. Was it true? Were you still loyal to him, after everything that had happened… Maybe you always will be. The thought was a scary one and you quickly pushed it away. 

Choi Beomgyu was going to prison. He had no alibi, no witnesses, and all evidence pointed at him. All you lacked now was his confession, but that proved to be more than difficult. 

“Why did you do it?” 

Your question is left hanging in the open air, and your fingers curl around the pencil in your hand as you grip it tightly. The all too familiar metal table in front of you gleams under the bright lamp hanging above, the sterile lights reflecting off of its surface. — Beomgyu sighs, sounding tired as his gaze shifts from the wall behind you and over to meet your own. But when his eyes fall on you, they seem to regain their almost mischievous glint. “You’ve got to be a little more specific than that, dollface.” 

Feeling your jaw clench as you fight to stay composed, your gaze flickers to the window on your left. As much as you wanted answers, you couldn’t risk anything with Yeonjun on the other side, listening intently to the conversation taking place. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as you watch your reflection through the dark glass, you looked as scared as you felt. 

Following your hesitant glance, Beomgyu smirks. It was like he fed on your uncertainty. Every step you faltered allowed him to take at least three forward. You swallow, and then your attention returns to him. “Why did you kill him?” — “Hm?” He attempts to run a hand through his hair, cringing slightly when he realizes that they’re both tied together by the metal cuffs around his wrists. With the small roll of his eyes he continues, “Thought I already told you, I was cleaning up a mes-” 

“No.” 

He pauses, cocking an eyebrow as he watches you with an impassive expression. You draw in a sharp breath. Never had you interrupted him before, never had you dared to. His brows pull together, his vision narrowing if only slightly. “No?” He huffs, the disbelief in his tone evident. — You shake your head softly, the movement small, so minimal that only he could pick up on it. 

“Why did you kill him?” 

Within the four confined walls the already thick air suddenly shifted. You recognized the smirk that tugged across his lips, the way his eyes glimmered with recognition. Beomgyu leans back, his hands clasped neatly together as his thumbs roll over one another. And even though it felt as if the two of you spoke completely different languages, where words were all but an endless game of cat and mouse.. — Sometimes… It was like he could understand you perfectly, as long as you gave him reason to. 

His tongue prods against the inside of his cheek, his lip twitching and for a second it looked like he was holding back laughter. “Dollface”, he drawls, metal cuffs rattling against the metal table when he leans forward. “Why?” He echoes, “Is that what you’re dying to know?” 

Yes. But you never say it out loud. You swallow, your grip on the pencil so tight that it might just snap in half. Beomgyu picks up on it, his eyes flitting down for a second before snapping back up to yours. — You knew that Beomgyu had killed people, you knew that he had blood on his hands. You have seen it yourself. 

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📼 — May 11th 2022

The hotel room is dark. The expensive silk beneath you is cool to the touch and the large bed is cold, for it misses the warmth of another body next to your own. You try to swallow down the lump in your throat, but it won’t budge. It’s quiet, eerily so, and your stomach doesn’t tingle with butterflies as it usually would on a night like this. Instead it twists with dread. 

You reach for your discarded phone, its bright light stings your eyes when you re-read his message. The address was correct, the room number too. But the time… 11:45 pm. Your heart drops when your gaze flickers toward the time indicator on your screen. 

2:31 am. 

He was nearly three hours late. But Beomgyu was never late, in fact, he was always there before you. Often you had wondered how he managed to get from one location to the next, how he never seemed out of place, no matter when and where you met. But tonight things are different. — Had he changed his mind? Did he not want to see you after all? Maybe something had come up… 

Your attention fixates on the shut door. You imagine him walking through it, his dark hair falling across his even darker eyes, the everlasting smirk plastered on his lips. You imagine his voice, the nickname he had for you rolling off his tongue when his arms wrap around your waist. You imagine him kissing you, with a longing that perfectly matched your own. 

But Beomgyu never comes. 

You bite your lip, the idea of going home crossing your mind. It would be rather pathetic to wait here all alone, no? But then he would have spent money on a room left unused. Perhaps you should stay the night.. You could order room service in the morning before leaving. 

The bed frame rattles under your weight when your back reaches the mattress with a thud. Exhausted and anxious, you let your eyes fall shut as you beg for sleep to take you. Even if you worried that he would continue to haunt your nightmares. — Beomgyu always left you clueless, he kept you in the dark. But naive as you were, you thought you would one day get answers to all of your questions. If only you stayed long enough.. 

You don’t know how many hours had passed, perhaps it had been mere minutes. But it was still dark outside when the small click of the door lock startled you awake. Quickly shooting up from the bed, your back presses against the headboard as you grab onto a pillow, not that it would aid in any defense. 

The thick darkness prevents you from making out who the person lingering within the shadows was. Your heart thumps against your ribcage and your free hand blindly searches for your phone, only to freeze in your tracks when his voice cuts through the silence. — “Fuck, are you still here?” Beomgyu’s short breath instantly makes you relax and you slump back against the bed. 

Lowering the pillow from your chest, you swallow. “Sorry, should I have gone home?” You quietly wonder as you shift awkwardly on the mattress. In the everlasting darkness it was impossible to make out his expression, but you hear him heave a sigh. “No it’s fine, I… Fuck I’m sorry, dollface.” 

He takes a couple of steps forward, finally emerging from the shadows and becoming engulfed in the pale light of the moon. You find your gaze lingering by his dark figure, regarding him like it was your last chance, you never knew if it was. — The cold metal of his rings send sparks down your spine when his fingers wrap around your chin. He tilts your face back, his other hand finding a place atop your head as he studies you with a small frown. 

“I got held up at work”, he explains and your eyes widen. It was unusual of him to share as much as a word about his life outside of your encounters, even if it was just a simple apology for his tardiness.

You find yourself leaning into his touch. “It's alright”, you murmur, your eyes half lidded when you peer up at him, “You can always make it up to me.” 

Beomgyu chuckles, his hands sliding down your sides as he guides you back onto the mattress. The kisses he places to the side of your neck and down your collarbone are warm and familiar. That very warmth seeps into the cold vines that have tightened around your chest, gradually loosening them up.

You don’t question where he had been or what had made him take so long, you knew that you would never receive an answer. Instead you clung onto this fragile moment of intimacy, for you never knew if it were to be your last. 

Letting your hands trail along his still clothed chest, your fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, tugging on it as you pull him closer. Just as you’re about to push the garment up above his torso, do you freeze. There was an undeniable wet patch on the soft cotton. But when your lips part in an unspoken question, Beomgyu’s sudden kiss to your open mouth makes you lose your sense of direction. 

Allowing him to kiss you for a moment, your hands halt as your fingers nervously fiddle with his shirt. But when you find that the damp spot only grows, you can’t ignore it anymore. — “What’s that?” You half-hearted whisper against his lips, torn between satiating your burning curiosity and saving this sacred moment. 

“Hm?” Beomgyu hums against you, his kisses becoming all the more persistent in an attempt to sway your curious mind elsewhere. He ignores it when your hands brace themselves on his chest, and it’s not until you speak that he finally pulls back an inch. “Beomgyu, there’s something on your shirt..” 

With an outstretched arm you flick on the small light on the bedside table. Given a second to adjust to the warm glow, your eyes widen as soon as they fall on the dark crimson stain covering his grey shirt. — Was that… blood? 

Immediately you jerk back, your gaze flitting down to your now stained fingers. It was fresh. “Oh my god”, is all you can muster and before he has the chance to object your hands are insistently bunching his shirt up above his chest. — “Dollface”, Beomgyu tries, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrists but you merely shrug him off, all too focused on the blood smeared across his skin. 

“What happened- Are you hurt? Why didn’t you say something?” The words all come bubbling to the surface, passing your lips without crossing your mind twice. It’s not until your trembling fingers swipe across his very much untainted chest that a brief silence falls over the two of you. He doesn’t wince or draw back at your finger’s probing, because he wasn’t hurt in the first place. 

Beomgyu sighs, his hands brushing along your forearms. “It’s not mine”, he says, his voice is low, calm, as if trying to reassure you that everything was fine when it quite clearly wasn’t. How could he say something like that so casually? And what did he mean by not his? Who else if not him… 

You swallow, the sound near deafening in the otherwise quiet room. All previous desire and longing has now washed off, the heat of his kisses and his touch no longer linger. You felt cold, left with an uncanny feeling in the deepest pits of your stomach. — You refuse to look him in the eyes, “What happened?” 

He doesn’t answer right away. Was he thinking of an excuse? Was he conjuring yet another lie? Maybe he was debating on telling the truth for once. His thumbs rub soothing circles across your wrists, the small action however, had an opposite effect. You couldn’t tear your gaze from the blood, there was so much of it. 

“Told you I got held up at work didn’t I?” He finally says, pulling you close in order to press a kiss to your forehead. His words didn’t matter, they couldn’t erase the uneasiness that had begun to build inside of you. Instead you draw in a deep breath, shifting on the bed as you lean back to peer up at him. “What exactly do you do for work?” 

Beomgyu lets go of your wrists as he bites the inside of his cheek. He runs a hand through his dark hair and you intently follow the action. Whilst studying him under the faint glow of the bedside lamp, you notice just how rough he was looking, and that didn’t have to do with the blood tainting his chest. His hair was disheveled, his eyes sunken in, his skin was pale and there was a small cut on his upper lip. 

He looked exhausted. 

“It’s a business”, he begins in a low tone, drawing his words out as he talks slowly. His gaze flickers over the deep frown etched across your face and he presses the palm of his hand to your cheek. “I merely make sure that deals go through”, he says as his thumb slides between your furrowed brows, as if trying to ease your expression. 

You shake your head, unconvinced by his vague response. “What kind of business ends in you looking like that?” There’s an underlying sense of accusation to your question and despite the subtle clench of his jaw, Beomgyu continues his soft caress to your face. “Our client hurt himself, pure accident. — Had to get him help, it took longer than I expected.” 

He sends you a small smile, and you want to believe him, you really do. You want to believe that Beomgyu was just your average person, living an average life. But you knew that he wasn’t And you knew that he was lying to you right now. Beomgyu lied a lot. What you didn’t know was if his lies were good or bad intentions. 

It scared you. 

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📼 — May 11th 2022

You didn’t think Beomgyu was a murderer. No, that would be extreme. Yet you found yourself ignoring his messages. He’d sent two. Just like usual they had contained two separate addresses, two separate times. You’d officially stood him up twice. He told you that he was okay with it, that he didn’t mind, so you took his word for it. — On the fourth day you think he might stop, that he might grow tired of your persistent no-shows and move over to the next woman waiting on his call. But as you sit in class that very afternoon, your phone vibrates with the indication of yet another text. You felt your stomach twist. 

Of course, you were right. The second your eyes fall on the short message you completely lose track of your surroundings. He was insistent, you’d give him that. But surely this would be the last time he’d ask for you. You had spent weeks, almost two months chasing after him. Suppose a small part of you thought of this as payback. 

Perhaps that was what caused you to act without reasoning as you turned in your seat. A light tap to Taehyun’s shoulder makes his eyes divert from the board ahead and over to you. “Hm?” He asks as he taps his pencil against the pages of his notebook. You feel your lips tug into a smirk that’s familiar yet most uncharacteristic on you. 

“Do you want to go clubbing tonight?” 

Taehyun sputters at your words, his jaw slacking as he glances around like you’d just asked him to go down on you. “T-Tonight? Me and you? Clubbing?” He seems almost baffled at the proposal, even more so when you quickly nod. — “Sure why not?” You drawl as the smirk on your lips only grows. You trusted your classmate enough to share a drink or two with him. Besides, Taehyun was a good guy, there was no harm in getting to know him better was there?

He hesitates for a moment, gaze flitting between your professor by the front of the classroom and back to you. “But what about class tomorrow?” He wonders and you shake your head. “Class is canceled, didn’t you hear? Mrs Yang is ill.” — His mouth forms into a small ‘o’ shape as he hums. 

“Sure I guess… Do you have a place in mind?” 

“Are you sure you know where we are?” Taehyun sounds wary as he trails behind you, he’s like a skittish animal, ready to jump at the tiniest of sounds. He briefly stops to inspect an old street sign, only to jog after you like somewhat of a lost puppy. You, on the other hand, walk with long and determined strides, your feet carrying you through the narrow alleyway with a confidence you couldn’t quite recognize. — “Don’t worry, I’ve been here before.” 

Sure enough, the familiar entrance soon floats into vision. The same cold purple hues dance across the dark brick walls, casting the street in an eerie glow. You don’t know why you had picked this place, why it had seemed like a good idea, but now there was no going back. — You swallow the lump in your throat as images of you, walking down this very path not long ago, flashes before your eyes. 

You recognize the bouncer, the one who’d refused your entry last time. Part of your worries that he might do so again, this time you had no Beomgyu to rely on. The concept was both terrifying and freeing. This was the very first address he’d ever sent you, perhaps that was why the memory was still so vivid in your mind. Something about this place was different, special.

The sharp light of your phone screen illuminates your face as you check the message one final time. ‘Address, room number, 11:00 pm.’ You glance toward the clock on top of your screen, indicating a menacing 2:37 am. He would’ve left by now, surely pissed off with being stood up a third time, which means… Your gaze drifts toward the entrance mere feet away, the thumping rhythm of bass already drumming through your chest. 

You wanted to see Beomgyu, that was the truth. You just didn’t want to see him. The chances of catching a glimpse of him were slim, but if there was anywhere you’d be able to find him, it would be here. Why? — Well because your gut told you so. 

Taehyun grabs ahold of your arm when you make a move to approach the bouncer. “Why don’t we just go back?” He murmurs, the words coming out hushed. You shrug him off, shaking your head as you march toward the large man. This was it, you would give it your best shot. — Straightening your back, you push out your shoulders as far as they would go, your gaze narrowed when you glance up at him. 

The bouncer peers down at you through his dark sunglasses, then he frowns, lifting a finger as he pushes them down on his nose. His eyes meet yours and there’s a flash of recognition. “Miss”, he drawls, a small grin splayed across his otherwise stern face. “How delightful of you to join us tonight.” — He steps aside, allowing you both inside, though not without sending Taehyun a harsh glare. 

“Do you know him?” Your classmate asks as he stays close to you. — The smirk on your lips grows and you shrug, “Sort of.” 

The interior of the place was just like you had remembered it. The large dancefloor, the purple lights, the booths shoved against the walls, not to mention the lack of a bar as drinks were being passed around by the many waiters. — Somewhere behind you Taehyun lets out a short breath, gawking as he takes in his surroundings. But your eyes were only in search of one thing, of one person. And when you don't find him, you pull your friend along as you scour the outskirts of the crowded floor. 

Upon passing a waiter on bystand, you snag two glasses off of his plate, handing one of them to Taehyun. He seems skeptical as he peers down at his drink, “Do you even know what’s in these?” — You shake your head, “Nope.” That was the least of your concerns. 

Your eyes fall on the grand staircase when you bring the cool glass to your lips. The steps looked much different tonight than they had back then. Tonight they felt untouchable. There was no way you would be getting up there… At least now without a little help. 

“Where are you going?” Taehyun calls for you, and you hear him rushing after you as he pushes past the people in his way. You know that you should stop and give him at least a half-assed explanation, maybe even ask him to wait somewhere else. But your mind is entirely preoccupied with the sight before you. — “I’m serious, what are you-” He cuts himself off when he crashes into your shoulder, stumbling backward as he grips his drink tightly. 

You’ve stopped in front of one of the many booths lining the walls, and Taehyun peers over your shoulder as he tries to make sense of the situation. The unfamiliar faces to him are ones you recognize with fright. 

“No way”, a deep voice drawls, “Dollface, is that you?” 

Duri leans forward, his hand, previously on the thigh of the girl next to him, withdrawing as he runs it through his short hair. You feel your stomach draw into knots at the persistent use of that nickname, the one that sounded so sickeningly wrong coming from his lips. — Duri chuckles as he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“We seem to bump into one another quite a lot”, he muses, even though he knew that tonight had been no coincidence. You had come with clear intentions in mind, you were certain he could tell. — “Yes.” You send him a tight lipped smile, “So it seems.” 

You could practically feel the confusion radiate off of Taehyun as he shifts awkwardly behind you, his eyes darting between Duri and the men surrounding him. You try not to pay his presence any mind as you focus your attention on the target before you. 

“Say”, Duri leans forward as he grabs one of the drinks set aside on the table between you, “What can I do for you tonight?” 

Your lips part, the grip on your glass tightening significantly as you throw a glance over your shoulder, your eyes automatically landing on the staircase. The steps seemed to shimmer under the purple lights. Duri hums behind you, snapping your attention right back to where it should have remained all along. 

He brings his drink to his lips, taking a long sip as he peers at you over the rim of his glass. “Pray tell, what business do you have there?” He wonders as he busies himself with another sip. You shake your head, your gaze unwavering as you say, “That’s none of your concern.” 

Duri chuckles, the sound rough and raspy as it builds in his chest. His friends all join in, their laughter echoing off of the booth’s walls. You ignore them, patiently waiting them out as you twist the foot of your glass between your fingers. — After a long minute Duri finally nods, “He’s rubbing off on you.” 

The comment makes your face burn and you resist the urge to avert your gaze. Painfully, you watch as he leans over to share a kiss with the woman next to him, parting for a moment to whisper something in her ear. Then he sits back, slamming his drink down on the table with a little too much force. “Fair”, he agrees as he rises to his feet. 

Bewildered, you watch as he makes his way around the table, giving your shoulder a harsh pat before making his way toward the staircase. — “Come on”, you urge Taehyun as you hurriedly follow Duri’s tall frame through the ocean of people. Your classmate’s complaints are audible as he whines behind you. “Have you really thought this through?” He questions, his breath warm against the back of your neck, “I mean, look at the guy! We should not be following someone like him to-” 

He’s cut short when Duri suddenly stops by the first step. “Ah”, he exhales as he turns on his heel, his piercing gaze falling on Taehyun. “Seems I have yet to introduce myself, pardon me.” — He extends a rough hand and you watch as Taehyun gingerly takes it in his. “Duri”, he says, the menacing smirk on his lips making your friend cower as he mumbles out a quiet, “Taehyun..” 

It looked as though Duri was holding back laughter when he turned back to you. “Shall we?” He glances in the direction of the grand doors atop the stairs and you nod. 

When you had first climbed these steps, with Beomgyu’s hand on your lower back, the world had been spinning. Each step had felt like one closer to the edge of a misty cliff, where the fog was so thick that it had been impossible to deem the trauma of the fall you might take. — Tonight it felt different. The cliff was no longer enveloped in mist, you saw things clearly now. You saw him clearly. That’s what you had told yourself. 

Each step you take feels both empowering and deafening. The moment lasts forever yet it’s somehow over in a second. And before you know it, you’re faced with the grand doors leading into the VIP section. — Duri stops, his hand on the door handle as he sends the guards a small look of acknowledgement. 

“I think you’ll be fine from here”, he states, the finalization in his tone evident. Wordlessly he pushes the large doors open, motioning for you to step inside. You do so without hesitation, not sparing Duri as much as a second glance when you pass him. 

It’s quiet here, the air is lighter, cleaner. Just like you’d remembered it. Taehyun’s presence is hard to ignore as he clings to your side, the heat radiating off of him as his skittish eyes dart around the room. Almost all booths are occupied already, but you manage to find an empty one by the very edge. 

“Did you know him?” Taehyun whispers when you sit back against the soft cushions. You nod, your gaze still roaming the open space as you absentmindedly bring your drink to your lips, “Sort of.” — Your classmate frowns, and you knew all too well from the look on his face that he was far from satisfied with your answer. 

Your eyes jump from booth to booth, quickly skimming the people populating them as you fervently search for your target. But it’s not even been a full minute when Taehyun interrupts you again. — “Why are we here?” His voice is even quieter now, as if hesitant to even ask the question out loud. “Are you looking for someone?” He then adds when he notices your distant gaze. 

You hum, shaking your head as you lean back against the velvety cushion. “No.” But that was a lie, your first of many. And just as the simple word leaves your lips do you finally find him. All the way across the room, shielded by the man standing before him, yet you could clearly make out his dark hair amongst the rest. 

Suddenly your throat feels dry, and you gulp down another mouthful of your beverage. He’d come here after all. A small, naive part of you had hoped and wished that he would stay, that he would linger within the empty hotel room as he waited for your arrival. But it seems he’d moved quickly. 

It doesn’t take long for you to notice the unfamiliar woman draped on his arm. The sight shouldn’t surprise you anymore, but your heart still skips a beat. She was your replacement. And though she was far from anything you represented, he’d still turned to her when you were a no-show rather than wallowing his sorrows alone at night. — You shouldn’t have expected anything less of him. He was Choi Beomgyu after all. 

He hasn’t noticed you and appears preoccupied with whatever conversation he was currently indulged in. You wish he would notice you. You crave his eyes on you. You long for the way a simple glance from him could make you feel. 

You’d stood him up a third time tonight, and it had made you feel in control. For once you were deciding, and not him. So why was it that you felt so utterly powerless at this very moment? Why was it that your eyes searched his when he couldn’t be bothered to even gaze your way? 

You turn to Taehyun, he was watching you with a small frown. “You don’t like it here?” You ask, the tension falling from your face as you regard his awkward frame. Taehyun shrugs, his warm eyes flitting to the drink in his hand. “It’s alright”, he says, but you catch the hesitation in his voice. 

He chokes on the liquor when your hand brushes along his thigh. “Don’t worry”, you hum as you settle against the booth wall, “We can leave again if you’d like.” Taehyun swallows as he glances between the smile on your lips and to your fingers splayed across his leg. An unfamiliar tint spreads across his cheek when he clears his throat and you find yourself enjoying the sight. 

“It’s fine, really.” He assures you as he takes another small sip of his drink. Though he makes no attempt at shrugging you off. You could still sense his confusion, and you didn’t blame him. You were acting far too uncharacteristically even for your own liking. You had barely recognized yourself when you’d approached Duri. The sudden surge of confidence was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and the rush it had left behind still tingled in the depths of your stomach. 

It was the length you were willing to go in order to see him, to see Beomgyu. 

Your gaze drifts toward him on its own, and it’s not until his dark eyes fall on yours that you realize just how long and intently you’d been staring at him. He pauses mid sentence, his expression being struck with something you couldn’t quite decipher from this far away. Any other instance you would’ve probably looked away, hid behind nervous laughter or pretended like you hadn’t noticed him in the first place. 

But tonight you don’t feel like yourself. — So you hold his gaze. You want him to see you, all of you. You want him to know that you were here, that you had come without him and that you weren’t planning on changing said fact. 

Beomgyu shifts where he stands on the other side of the room. His fingers, that had previously been drawing small circles on the waist of the woman next to him, stopped. She’s talking to him, her lips move but you can’t make out what she’s saying, and you’re certain that he’s not listening either. 

You can’t tell if he’s angry, you hope he is. Was it selfish? You wanted to pull any other emotion besides lust out of him. You wanted him to feel what you felt every single moment spent in his absence, was that so wrong? — You think you might have succeeded when his hand falls from her waist. 

“I want to go home.” 

The words escape before you can stop them and you lean forward to place your now empty glass on the table before you. Taehyun’s frown returns, and you feel him shift under your hand. “But we just got here? I thought you wanted to-” — “I changed my mind.” You firmly state, not tearing your gaze from Beomgyu as you watch his jaw clench. 

You had gotten what you came here for. A small, but noticeable reaction, one that you’d created. Now all that remained was to safely evacuate before he had the chance to approach you. — With that you rise to your feet, blinking as blood rushes to your head. Taehyun is quick to follow as he gulps down the last of his drink. 

“Hey, wait are you-” His protests are lost on you as you head for the door. Through the corner of your eye you catch Beomgyu’s dark figure moving, coming closer. You quicken your pace, desperate to get away from a situation you had caused yourself. And you were so close, the door handle almost within reach when suddenly, a hand wrapped around your wrist.

You freeze. Their grip is firm, unwavering and demanding as they tug you backward. This was it, this had been a mistake. One temporary rush of confidence had led you to believe that you were actually in control. And now you were about to pay the price for your foolish actions. With your heart in your throat, you turn. 

It’s Taehyun. 

His expression is tense and guarded. It seemed he finally reached his peak. The warmth in his eyes feels distant as he regards you with a narrowed gaze. “What’s going on with you?” He spits the words out, and though you can tell that he’s trying his hardest to appear stoic, you can see the concern swirling in his irises. 

“You want one thing then the next, you’re making no sense and I…” You stop listening, his rambling becomes background noise when you catch Beomgyu not far behind him. Dark strands falling across his face, the rings on his fingers glimmering under the lights as he runs them through his hair. He’s stopped, and you wonder why. 

Your gaze shifts between Taehyun’s worried expression and his motionless one. In that moment, you realize just how much power Beomgyu holds over you, the extreme lengths he makes you go to just to end up hurt in the end. — You didn’t want to feel like that anymore. 

“Taehyun.” His endless rambling is cut short when his name leaves your lips. His eyes, despite the conflict buried within them, are nothing like Beomgyu’s. No, his eyes are gentle, even like this, even when they shouldn’t be. Even when you didn’t deserve it. Your gaze flickers over to Beomgyu one last time before they return to him. 

“Can you kiss me?” 

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