#and turns out it’s pretty normal for me to be chill about the everything else

[voltrons]

my mental stability rests in the speed racer poster hanging in my bedroom

[wonysugar]

puff, puff and pass | ot4 aespa

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. high for this — the weeknd

synopsis : your dream blunt rotation, except you’re the blunt.

pairing : yoo jimin, ning yizhuo, aeri uchinaga, kim minjeong x fem!reader

genre : smut, porn without plot (sorry)

tags : high sex, aespa kind of gangbang reader to be quite honest—, objectification, reader is referred to as ‘it’ like once, oral sex, vaginal penetration, joint rolling tutorial included brought to you by jiminjeong xx, i’m joking, don’t do drugs yall

warnings : heavy use of drugs, like, they’re all high as hell help (more specifically marijuana) both fem!reader and aespa are intoxicated in this

word count : 1,4k(??)

a/n : the fact that i was basically finished with writing thisa while ago and the only thing stopping me from posting it was the fuckass moodboard.. AND EVEN THEN IT ISN’T EVEN ALL THAT I HATE ITTFJHHFJEJF anyways, here’s some food MWAHH love you sugarcubes<33

“come on, you’ve been at it for ages— pass it already.” complained ning, her voice all whiny. 

from those words alone, a normal individual would think that the five girls in the room, including you, were doing a blunt rotation of some sort. or perhaps you all were just participating in a chill activity that consisted of passing around an object for entertainment, nothing harmless.. right?

well.. yes! you’d be right in assuming that it was, in fact, a blunt being passed around originally. that is, until the other girls (intoxication clearly having taken over the good parts of their brains) thought it would be a great idea to pass something else, another object, one that’d cure their boredom in the middle of fucking nowhere. 

that said object turned out to be your very own body.

“ohh my god shut up—” was what aeri moaned, sharply inhaling air through her teeth as she fucked her cock deep into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat with every thrusting motion she made. you were on all fours in front of her, fitting all of her into your mouth, watching your head bob up and down her long shaft effortlessly as you took all of her rigid length like the good slut you are, it made her lose control of her senses. “fuck y/n i’m so fucking close—“

then, to both you and aeri’s surprise, right as she was about to finish all over your mouth, your hair was suddenly pulled on from behind. “ah-ah, too late, it’s my turn now.” was what you heard ning say from behind you in a singing tone, visualizing the kind of annoying smile she had on her face whilst saying that to aeri. 

you winced at the sharp pain you felt on your scalp from such a tug, which was then immediately replaced by the overwhelming sensation by the feeling of ning’s dick sliding up and down your wet slit, teasing your entrance with her tip. 

in response to having you pulled away from her at the moment of her sweet release, you saw as aeri’s face contorted from one of pleasure to one of frustration very quickly, despite her seemingly sleepy eyes due to the ridiculous amount of cannabis she ingested, and keeps ingesting. “i wasn’t done, asshole.” exclaimed the half-japanese girl, clearly upset that the chance to cum all over your pretty face got taken away from her and delayed for another short period of time.

ning simply laughed at her before swiftly sliding her cock into your wet, wet cunt. you moaned loudly, as being in a situation such as this one while simultaneously being high just made you feel everything way more than you usually would. it was like all five of your senses were invaded with different, filthy things, and all of those things contributed to making you feel so, so good. you felt mindless, only present to please those that were freely using your body.

you loved every single second, as dehumanizing as it was. perhaps that’s what made it so arousing.

“please— i’m doing her a favor. she knows this dick fucks her the best, right, doll?” you looked back at her with hooded eyes, unsure what to respond.

while yes, ning knows how to use her length, you were quite frankly blinded by the drugs at that moment.

all you really wanted was dick, regardless of how you got it.

so, you mindlessly nodded, “stick to jerking off and watching how it’s done, ‘kay?” is what added ning, earning another annoyed groan from the other girl in response, before the latter sat down on the couch before you. with that, each second that passed was an increase in speed for the girl on top of you, your back to her stomach.

“can you guys stop bickering already? it’s like, ruining the vibe.” said what sounded like jimin, her words were slow, clear and enunciated.

that’s when you caught a glance of her and minjeong, sitting on the other corner of the dark room. they, on their side of things, were rolling yet another blunt, minjeong was focused on intricately filling the folded paper with the marijuana whilst jimin held the filter for her, aligning its edges perfectly with the edges of the paper before rolling it, twisting the end of the joint and eventually lighting the latter. 

“and can you roll that shit quicker? it’s getting boring having ning do everything.” snapped back aeri, a bit louder so that the two relevant girls could hear her above the music, clearly annoyed. obviously, ning heard and grinned at her mockingly, earning an eye roll from her.

“we’re working on it, be fucking patient, girl.” replied minjeong.

what differed her ways to handle you and ning’s was mostly the gentleness that was employed with you; aeri was rough, sure, but she also prioritized your comfort above everything else when you were sucking her cock. ning, on the other hand, was fucking you like she had a point to prove, she’d thrust into you in an almost animalistic way, also making sure that she could hear every single dirty noise that came out of your mouth. 

not like that was hard to do anyways, with how loud and shamelessly lewd you were being for her. 

with that being said, you weren’t exactly surprised when you felt her fingers lock your jaw into a tight grip, making you face the couch aeri was sitting on. the chinese girl dug into your skin with her long, pretty acrylic nails, leaving very visible red scratches on your stomach as she got closer and closer to her climax.

“you’re so tight, baby..” said ning with a groan, huffing and puffing into your ear with each pump of her dick into your walls, all of it causing you to moan out incoherent words. “oh fuck, i think i could do you for hours on end—”

when you actually concentrated on the girl in front of you, you noticed how no longer upset she seemed about being denied her orgasm, but more so impatient to have you all to herself again. she watched you attentively as she stroked her own dick, wishing she was the one to stretch your pussy out instead of it being done by the annoying and cocky girl that was behind you, ning. 

those two are very close, so it’s very natural for them to take basically everything as a competition.

then, as if to prevent you from looking anywhere else other than her, aeri quickly stood up in front of you and grabbed ahold of your hair, rougher than usual, before impatiently teasing your already agape mouth with the head of her cock, slapping it against your desperate lips before bucking her hips into your mouth, inserting it effortlessly. ning was still behind you, pounding you just as mercilessly as she’s been doing this entire time.

you came, repeatedly, at that. what else could you have done when you were being fucked stupid by two different dicks at once, both at different speeds and intensities? obviously, it didn’t take long before they came inside of you, too. aeri’s warm juices filled the entirety of your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop of it as she pushed her cock down deeper, while the chinese girl's dick was buried deep into your wet, swollen cunt, the perfect view of your spread ass obviously playing a huge part in her orgasm.

teamwork at its finest! especially when the two other girls are finally walking their way towards you, stumbling in their steps, all giggly and jittery from the weed, clearly excited to make you take a puff out of their freshly rolled and lit-up joint. too fucked out to have at least one remotely coherent thought, you let them ruffle your hair and get a tight grip on it to make you face minjeong’s pale hand, holding the blunt in between her fingertips.

still recovering from aeri’s thick load in your throat, you didn’t even notice how jimin had her phone camera above you, filming you from practically every angle before locking your jaw in a tight grip, laughing and caressing your lips with her thumb.

“come on, pretty slut,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “take a hit.”

and you did, you took multiple, even. you felt yourself lose every ounce of sobriety left in your body with every inhale you took of the joint, if you even had any. so much so that you weren’t even fazed by sometimes having it suddenly replaced by one of the girls’ dicks at times and even forgetting that all of that was getting recorded by jimin. 

once that blunt was finished, they simply thought it’d be funny to have you crawl around on the floor like a desperate little whore that’s trying to get her throat used like it deserves to be, you took them, turn by turn, getting their mixed loads all over your mouth and throat, turn by turn. 

unfortunately for you, you couldn’t remember what it was that happened afterwards, all you know now is that your head hurts like a bitch and that your legs feel like you went to the gym for a week straight with no breaks. 

with that information, it was needless to say that you definitely got passed and used around by the other girls like you wanted for the rest of that long and hazy night.

[skeletonh0e]

The boys in heat

Extremely self indulgent UT Sans x Reader, US x Reader, UF Sans x Reader, HT Sans x Reader, and UL Sans x Reader. Talks of impregnation, breeding and a lot of overstimulating. AFAB Anatomy but pronouns are gender neutral. NSFW obvs

No trigger warnings I think? Some minor blood & cnc play with Horror Sans + cum inflation with Underlust Sans but that's it

🔞 Minors DNI

Classic Sans :

Awkward is the best term to describe him during this time, Sans does not like being out of control of his body in any form and his heat especially as it progresses is gonna be an experience to say it lightly

Generally hard to be easy and laid back when your body is not uh....not that

He deliberately does not tell you about it, avoids sex like the plague, and is just generally acting weird, until you either put the pieces together or he genuinely thinks he might pounce on you at any moment

He personally admits he normally rides these out alone and doesn't know how he'll act around a partner

Now that you're here though, things are different

A brief chat mainly to ease him into it as you genuinely trust Sans regardless of what pheromones are doing to him

Once things get started well? It is a lot

Sans had previously been attentive during sex don't get me wrong, however he just kind of treats it like anything else he does. Chill and laid back.

During his heat? He's clingy, impatient and needy, going for several rounds at a time, begging to pump you full of his cum, groping at anything and everything.

Naturally rougher as a result, though it's less intentional and more out of sheer desperation because even without extreme horny brain you turn him on so fucking much

"sorry baby i can't help it-" being said as he fucks you through your fifth orgasm of the day, he's cum inside you many times at this rate but his body screams for more and for more of you specifically

When he does tire himself out or manage to calm his urges enough to think properly he does help clean up, order take out and cuddle. The occasional pun here or there, "i'd make a dick joke but that'd come across as cocky wouldn't it"

But per usual cool down periods do not last for that long, you have woken up before with him grinding against you nearly whimpering as he needs another round

Never been extremely heavy on dirty talk, but he's a lot more quiet during his heat cycle outside of grunts and moans. When he does speak it's normally making sure you're okay, praising you, telling you he's close.

Occasionally he'll mumble things to himself likely things he didn't mean to say outloud, stuff like how good you're gonna look knocked up, how much he wants to fill you right now, and that he wants to breed you so fucking bad

Kinda...protective in a way he just isn't, even when he isn't balls deep inside you. Hovering over you, attending to your needs outside of the bed room attentively, and on the off chance you need to speak with someone else. He is there, as if waiting for the moment he's needed to intervene.

Definitely some nesting behavior, that's pretty endearing.

Underswap Sans :

Does tell you about it beforehand, blunders a bit, sort flustered, but he wants a gameplan before anything else and he did not want to risk scaring you off.

You get the whole run down, how long the cycle lasts, what to expect, the likely good if a kid happening, etc, etc.

You start out very informed and you do prep for it accordingly, though Sans did insist that you could just sit this out as he is aware he becomes a lot during this period

And boy howdy was he not fucking joking

This man has some serious energy, combine that with his over energetic nature in general and his need to please you feel like you're basically rendered into his personal fleshlight as he pounds into you over and over

Anytime he cums, he simply just doesn't stop. Still hard and thrusting into you like jack hammer, as if the previous orgasm was just a little hiccup.

Don't worry he's just as eager to please you as he is himself

Sans has always been a bit of a worshipper in the bedroom regardless of who's on top (you two switch it up quite a bit), he really gets off on just knowing he's making you feel good and likes to praise you cuz he looooooves you

He's sickeningly sweet sometimes and on his heat

Every orgasm you have is getting milked outta you

He'll happily play with with clit and tits while pounding into you, man handling your form in passionate manner. Anything to make you moan louder and cum on his cock again

Very chatty too, not that he was ever quite but it's full force here. On and on about how pretty you look stuffed with his cum, how you're so tight, how he wants to never stop and how he's going to keep making you feel so good

Due to his high stamina cool down periods almost like never happen, he will still stop and tend to your needs when you're hungry or tired but he has a raging hard on the entire time.

You work on a compromise of him jerking off and cuming on your nude form either when asleep or utterly wrecked with your over flown pussy needs a break

Which while at first he doesn't seem that thrilled about the idea, changes his mind as he really likes the idea of you being covered and marked in his scent.

It's less out of jealousy and more out of pride to mark you a deliciously nude way

Underfell Sans :

Would have told you about his heat....if he remembered

You're both kinds thrown for a loop by it, you more than him honestly. But thankfully you at least knew monsters did have heat cycles so it wasn't as out of nowhere as it could be

Though at first it did just seem like just Sans but hornier

Sans seems to have two main moods that be flip flops in-between, VERY aggressive in which he fucks you with malicious almost violent intent telling you that he owns your pussy, that you're his little fuck doll and he's going make sure everyone knows it

And a big massive softie that's extremely sweet and lovey dovey to you. Something that was normally only happened in very small doses or when he's utterly shit faced

It's not just praise but adoring you, talking about how much he loves, you that he's lucky to have you, how he just knows you're going to make a great parent

The whiplash is real, especially since sometimes he'll change his tone half way through fucking you. It's never entirely clear what sets either side off, other than occasionally his sweet side normally happens once he's cum once or twice

Very...possessive during it all, constantly rambling about how you belong to him and he'll kill anyone that even thinks about doing this to you

You don't know how much he'll actually act on that threat, but it's probably a good thing that neither of you are able to get out much.

But frankly while he's like this he would be willingly to fuck you someplace public tbh

So. Many. Fucking. Hickeys. You're covered in them by the time it's all over.

Cool down periods he does his best for after care, but like....he's very quiet. Almost like he feels guilty, especially at the sight of all the bruises you have. Which you will have to reassure him that he didn't cross any lines and that you liked it

"you're really some kind of freak ain't cha?"

"Your freak."

Horrortale Sans ;

Primal and animalistic are the best terms to describe him while he's like this.

Before the famine heats were no big deal, now however the term "wanting to fuck like animals" has never been more accurate

Sans never told you he got them, but you learned about them via other monsters so you were prepared on some level and even a little intrigued

Once a monster sets his sight on a mate, they'll frequently hunt them or fight off any other possible suitors. And given how you and Sans like to play Prey and Hunter, this allows you take things up a notch

The moment you know he's gone into heat, you run, you hide and he comes after you. It's a hell of a thrill, especially since you know it guarantee a better pounding once he finally gets you

You shifting around in the forest, sneaking around before you hear a husky voice call out "i know you're here sweetheart-"

You attempt to book it the other direction but the only thing you can comprend is a simple phrase before you're pinned to the ground

"gotcha."

The way you're fucked is brutal, he's never been gentle really but this is something else. Your entire body quakes with his thrusts, you're screaming as his cock is jammed against your g-shot and nearly rendered to tears from it all

He bites too, not just bruising you but definitely drawing blood then lapping it up with the same feral hunger that he fucks you with

Not very talkative, mostly just growls and groans. Only occasionally barking out "mine" or a "you're not going anywhere sweetheart" if you attempt to squirm away from him

Not that you really want him to stop but the struggle turns both of you on, he likes working for it and you like driving him up the wall to be honest

You're brutally fucked outside, clothes ripped off you, covered in bloody bite marks, pussy full of his cum, on the verge of passing out until he seems to either we decide to let up or is tired himself. He'll drape his coat around your naked form then carry you back to his place

If anyone attempts to stop him they're killed on sight, this is his mate and no one gets to touch them during this time.

When you wake up there'll simply be a low growl of "told ya you weren't going anywhere" before the cycle continues.

He does halt to care for you, you're his mate after all, but again weirdly silent throughout most of it.

It'll be a while until he's more chatty again, it's best to reassure him you were into his somehow more violent and extreme side of him.

Underlust Sans ;

Literally just his entire personality dialed to his natural extreme

Also doesn't think to tell you simply because he forgets it's not a common thing and to be fair it takes you while to notice

It's not until you're ten round today that you ask if something it up as while yeah he's got serious stamina and loves to fuck normally his dick would be a little soft by now

"Babe please tell me you didn't take some monster viagra-"

It makes him laugh before he breaks it down for you but also assures you there's no shame in tapping out and that monsters down here have ways to handle this without a partner

You take it as a challenge especially as he tells you it's not a challenge

It's one you enjoy though

The shift is his personality are far more subtle, rougher, a bit more dominant, and extremely fixated on pumping you full of cum. Like extremely fixated on it.

And whether it's the heat or some other factor you're not accounting for he cums a lot more than usual. Sometimes you'll just pinned down feeling his cock gush waves of his seed for several minutes as it fills you up.

He praises you through it all, telling you how good you are for him, how you take it all so well, and reassures you when it's almost done.

Your stomach looks more than a little bloated with it glowing with all the magic he just pumped into you and he definitely has a toy blog that helps you keep all of it in there

When you need a break from getting your pussy filled, anal play and oral keep you mouth entertained. You try swallowing his massive load but you end up having plenty spill out then the rest paint your body

And Sans looks super smug after wards the entire time

Definitely likes to tease you when he can, "bet you've never been fucked this good before huh?" said playing with your overstimulated clit while your whole is still plugged with a belly full of HIS cum

Having the most control over himself and already being a king of after care you're pretty much set when you do need a break for real

But you can't help being cheeky when you two are cuddling then you feel his erection rising up again

"You having fun?"

"i dunno it's a little hard."

[dizscreams]

ETHAN WALKING IN ON YOU CHANGING FIC !!!

LETS DO IT!!! I’m not sure if you wanted this suggestive or fluff so there’s bothhh!

Accident — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x fem!reader

A/N: we loveee dizzy being in her active era!!

All Ethan was trying to do was give you back the notebook you left in his dorm when you had come over to study the other day. He didn’t know you’d be half naked when he walked in. And plus he knocked! Twice! He’s never been so embarrassed, well he has, but this felt so much worse for some reason. Maybe cause he’s liked you for so long now and he’s dreamed of seeing you like that, but on other circumstances. Circumstances where it was intentional.

“Chad, I can’t face her. This is so bad, oh my god,” Ethan’s worried voice was muffled by his hands covering his face. His roommate wasn’t doing anything to help him either, he was just laughing in his face. “Dude! It’ll be fine, don’t stress it,” Chad said while slapping Ethan’s back. Ethan shot him a glare and continued to pace the living room of the apartment you shared with Sam, Tara, and Quinn. Anika was actually trying to help him, Mindy was making fun of him just like her twin was, and Tara was trying her best to help and not laugh at the same time.

There was no way he’d be able to look you in the eyes again. What did you think of him now?? Did you think he was creepy?? A perv?? Would you yell at him when you walked back in?? Tara put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder trying to calm him down, “I’m sure it’s fine, Eth-” Ethan shook his head, “Its not! It’s so embarrassing you don’t understand- I like her a lot and I was planning to ask her out soon but there’s no chance she’d ever say yes now. Oh my god, I can’t imagine what she thinks of me right now,” he rambled while he flopped on the couch.

Ethan’s hands were on his face again and he noticed how everyone went silent. He slowly lowered his hands and looked at everyone, but they were focused on something else. He slowly followed their gazes to see you standing right there. Oh no. Did you hear that? How does everything keep getting worse?Ethan’s face turned bright red and he didn’t know what to do or what to say. After a moment of silence and way too much eye contact he spoke up, “Did you hear that?” He wanted to wince at how small and weak his voice sounded.

“Hear what?” You asked with an innocent tone and a head tilt. But you definitely knew and he knew you knew. I mean you had to. He could read you like a book. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes and a ghost of a smirk on your pretty lips, the lips he wanted to kiss so bad. After another pause of silence Chad decided to put on a movie so everyone could calm down and have a chill little movie night. Ethan was extremely thankful his roommate had a good idea for once, hoping this would take his mind off of everything that just happened.

He was talking with Anika and was starting to relax until you called for him, “Hey Eth, you wanna help me get the popcorn started?” He froze. Why? He wasn’t sure. This was normal and you didn’t seem to be upset at him or anything. This was fine, everything would be fine. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled as he stood up. He made his way over to you in the kitchen and you smiled at him. He did his best to smile back and watched you get the popcorn bag and put it in the microwave. He looked at what you were wearing, little pajama shorts and a T-Shirt. Then he remembered what you were wearing when he walked in on you, nothing but your underwear.

He’d be lying if he said thinking about you wasn’t making him flush pink and a little hard. “Ethan?” His head snapped to look at your eyes, not realizing he had been staring at your ass the whole time. “I asked if you would get two bowls out for me? Mindy and Anika want to share and Chad and Tara are sharing. I guess you could get three if you want to share with me.” He barely registered what you had said but got three bowls out quickly, wanting to drown out the dirty thoughts he had begun to think about.

It was then he realized he hadn’t apologized for barging in your room just under 10 minutes ago. He placed the bowls on the counter and glanced at you, but you were already looking at him. He cleared his throat, “Um I’m sorry- y’know about earlier. I didn’t mean to walk in on you, I mean obviously. It was an accident, I promise,” he said quickly. You giggled at the flustered boy and he tried his best to avoid your gaze, but he couldn’t. He looked at you and the look on your face and he smiled, the blush on his cheeks not leaving.

“It’s okay, Eth. I didn’t mind,” you told him with a slight smirk. His eyebrows raised slightly and you chuckled. You leaned in and his breath hitched, he didn’t know where this was going. Your hand snaked up his chest and all the way up to cup his face. You admired him for a second before you inched closer to him, making sure nobody else would hear you, “I was kind of sad you didn’t stay,” you said quietly. He didn’t understand. “What?” He asked matching your volume.

“Well all day I’ve been thinking about you.” Your hand was now touching his biceps. “I was hoping when you walked in you would’ve stayed and helped me out, been so needy for you all day,” you confessed while looking at him with big eyes. He thought he was gonna pass out. His cock was definitely hard now, now that he knew you thought of him like he thought of you. And you wanted him, you needed him, just like how he wanted and needed you. “Fuck,” he muttered. You were so close to him and all he wanted was to fuck you against the counter or kiss you, or touch you. Just something. But there were people around.

He couldn’t give a fuck less about a movie right now or that he heard Chad asking what the fuck was taking so long, all he cared about was you. You were intoxicating. “Can we go to my dorm?” He asked you suddenly, the tension getting too much for him. Ethan searched your eyes for any signs of disgust or discomfort, but he didn’t find anything like that. Your eyes were full of lust and want, and it was for him, all for him. “Yes please,” you grabbed his hand and left the kitchen. “We’re going, don’t wait up!” You rushed out the door with Ethan stumbling behind you, a dumb smile on his face.

LMAO it turned to me wanting it to be fluffy into smth suggestive im sorry 😔 fluffy fics comin soon I sweaaarrrr and I’m tired af so this is lazy I apologize but hope you enjoy regardless!

[killa-cookie]

Okay so uhm can you pretty please please make a fanfiction about Espresso cookie and temperance reader like reader wants to saved their beloved normal cookie so they find a way they sacrificed themselves to Mystic flour in exchange for everyone to be back on their cookie and not become a flour we sacrificed ourselves and got corrupted instead of course we said our final goodbye to our beloved Espresso

goodness how much times have you gave me ideas for fics, I've just been feeding off your requests tbh HELPP

SACRIFICE

Anngsysty

You watched as he dissolved before your eyes, fading into nothingness, turning back into the flour from which he was born. Your love, your everything, crumbled before you, disintegrating in the cruel, unfeeling wind.

Espresso’s voice echoed faintly, his final words dripping with bitterness: “Apathy”... “A perfect world.” You caught the fleeting glance he spared you, a mixture of sorrow and resignation, before he vanished entirely.

And it was her. All of this—every ounce of your anguish—was because of her. Mystic Flour Cookie. Once a comrade, but no longer. She was a beast, a creature like everyone else. Yet you knew she wouldn’t let go of her grand apathy plans so easily.

You had no choice. No other path lay before you. You had to give yourself to her.

The Ivory Pagoda loomed ahead, an imposing structure bathed in a cold, lifeless light. It had taken an eternity to reach this place, but here it was, your end. The gates swung open at your approach. Cloud Haetea, guardian of this wretched place, didn’t so much as lift a finger to stop you. Perhaps it was your expression—a gaze so menacing, so filled with rage—that held them back.

You burst through the grand doors, their ancient wood groaning under your force. Mystic Flour sat at the center, her silhouette bathed in the ethereal glow of the pagoda’s light. She was meditating, but her eyes opened as you entered. Calm yet piercing, her gaze met yours.

“...Temperance?” she murmured, her voice betraying her surprise.

When you traveled with Dark Cacao, she had suspected something about you, but here, in this place where foresight ruled supreme, she hadn’t foreseen this—a raw, unguarded confrontation.

“Stop your plans at once, Mystic Flour,” you demanded, your voice trembling with defiance.

Her expression darkened. Her eyes, once pools of serene wisdom, turned black as night, unrelenting in their scrutiny of you.

“This... This is unusual for you,” she mused, her tone soft but layered with menace. “Why are you interfering with my plans, Temperance?”

Her voice was alluring, yet it chilled you to your core.

"Your plans are too hostile, mystic flour—

“Hostile?” she replied, your words cutting through the still air. “I would say... the opposite.”

“This conversation has ended—”

“WAIT!”

Your cry rang out, desperate and unyielding. The silence that followed was deafening. Mystic Flour rose, her movements graceful yet deliberate. She approached you, her gaze intent, unreadable.

“...I have an offer,” you whispered, the weight of your words crushing you.

Her brows arched slightly, curiosity flickering across her face. “And what, pray tell, do you have to offer me?”

You swallowed hard, your voice breaking as you spoke. “I offer you everything. My devotion, my soul—everything I am. Just... stop your plans. Return the world to what it was. Please.” Tears streaked your face as you fell to your knees. You knew you’d never see Espresso again. But if sacrificing yourself meant he could live, you would do it without hesitation.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Mystic Flour spoke, her tone cold but resolute.

“...Very well. But do not mourn when I turn you into a beast such as myself.”

With a single, sweeping motion of her hand, life began to bloom once more. The world stirred from its apathy, the souls she had consumed were restored, and hope began to creep back into the corners of existence.

The gates of the Ivory Pagoda slammed shut behind you, sealing you away for eternity. No one would ever see you again.

Espresso Cookie’s POV:

“W-what?! Where am I?” I stumbled to my feet, disoriented. The last thing I remembered was a haze—a comforting, endless white. And then... them. My love. They were staring at me, horrified.

But now... they were gone.

Frantically, I ran through the house, checking every room, every corner, every shadow. No sign of them. Not a trace. Not even their scent lingered.

“Where are you?” I whispered, my voice cracking.

I stumbled into our shared bedroom, my heart pounding as I searched. And there, lying on the bed, was their veil—the one they wore so often, shielding their face from the world. Sometimes, if I was lucky, they would remove it, letting me see the softness beneath.

I clutched the veil to my chest as tears streamed down my face. Hours passed, each more agonizing than the last. I searched everywhere, called out their name until my voice was hoarse. And yet... nothing. They were gone.

I put up posters, plastering the town with their image. I begged anyone I came across. Days turned to weeks, and hope began to slip through my fingers like grains of sand.

Late one night, I sat in the darkness of our empty home, the veil still clutched in my trembling hands.

“They’ll come back,” I murmured, my voice trembling. “They’ll come back. They have to come back.”

But as the silence stretched on, the weight of their absence pressed down on me, suffocating.

“They’ll come back… right?”

The words hung in the air, fragile as glass, before shattering into sobs.

[firemenenthusiast]

—“like earth orbiting the sun”

farleigh start x fem!reader

summary: farleigh start! who makes his girlfriend his entire personality.

content warning: sfw, sweet fluff all the wayyy, farleigh being down bad for reader. farleigh being sweet (rare), suggestive themes at the end but just a little bit

a/n: giggling, kicking my feet, rolling on the bed while writing this. farleigh just one chance pls

farleigh had always told himself and people around him that love’s a scam. he was taught that family are supposed to love each other. but after learning about what happened between his family and his mom, why should he believe in such thing ? after they hurt his mom in the name of love ? he refused to believe in such thing. until he felt it himself.

-ever since he’s fallen for you he’s willing to use all of the love he has on you. ever since you show up into his life its like his earth stopped orbiting the sun and started orbiting you instead. you’re his new-found love. but farleigh’s still the same old farleigh who’s too proud to say it. so he shows it instead. you understood long ago that his love language is act of service that he only does for you. anyone else that wants him to do something out of his will can fuck off. so he said.

“you’re going out again ?” you swiftly turn to face your roommate sitting on her bed, folding her clothes rather messily. she couldnt care less if theyre not stacked symmetrically, just wanted to have the mountain of unfolded clothes out of her chair. “of course, its friday night! aren’t you ?” you cheerfully say as your hands busy putting on the earrings you’d picked out earlier. “is that new ?” she asks, eyes squinting in an attempt to have a closer look before getting up to actually take a look. “-and no, i’d rather stay in. wow these are pretty- if they ever go missing best bet that’s me”. you hold still as she examines the newly bought earrings before chuckling at her joke. “yeah, farleigh saw them when he was walking around town” you hear her groan before plopping herself down onto her bed. you giggle at her response. “im sorry! i promise to not mention his name anymore” you raise both your hands to surrender before letting out a laugh.

you couldn’t blame her, you’d be annoyed too. its always farleigh this, farleigh that. farleigh bought me this, farleigh bought me that- and you love him for that. always letting you in on stuff. he tells you everything too. thanks to him, you can atleast watch out for those people he’d gossip about, so you dont get into their mess. if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t know anything. you’re not the type to hop around searching for gossips but you love hearing about them, then fueling his gossips with your insults. in that sense you’re fit for each other, and you’re happy to have your own personal source of campus gossip. “do i look okay ?” you take one last look at your reflection in the bodysized mirror hung on the wall, smoothing out your casual dress. nothing too sexy or uncomfortable, you just wanted to chill and have some drink. “you look absolutely gorgeous like always m’darling” your roommate teases you before giggles erupt between the two of you. “where are you going anyways? need your location” she asks, not bothered to look as she’s more focused on folding a tshirt.

“the pub- like always. farle-“ his name almost slip your tongue as you receive a warning look from your roommate. you widen your eyes as you mouth an ‘okay’ before saying, “well he, who shall not be named- invited me. wants me there, he said” she rolls her eyes. “he always wants you EVERYWHERE” “bet you’re there when he goes shopping for new underwear”. she jokes. you look at her with your head cocked to the side, confused. her jaw drops as she points at you “oh my gosh, you’ve totally done that !” she gives you the most dramatic mind blown look ever “is that not normal ?” “fucks sake its not !” you shrug at her, not caring for her going ballistic. it’s not like you’re always there with him anywhere. shit, are you ?. you cant help but give it a quick thought. well you sometimes have classes buildings away from each other, so no, you think. a normal response for someone in denial. making sure you’ve put everything you need in your purse, you blow your roommate a kiss before waving her bye bye to which she jokingly shoos you away

the pub’s busier than other nights with it being the weekend and all but mostly because you and farleigh’s friendgroup members are all bunched up together tonight. courtesy of felix offering to cover every round of drinks. who would pass up on an offer like that ? you’re approaching the bar, lips letting out singsongs as your fingers play with the new earring on your right earlobe. farleigh had offered to walk you from your dorm but you declined, telling him to save you a seat instead. so he did just that. also because its just a 5-minute walk or so. the atmosphere in the pub getting thick as he’s getting antsy waiting, almost barking at his friends who tried to sit in the seat designated for you by him. “that’s for my girlfriend you dumb” he told them. as felix walks towards the table at which they’re all circled around, farleigh’s head cocks seeing the pub’s door being pushed from outside. he almost jumped out his seat seeing that it’s you. “there she is !” he exclaims, he’s quick to get you at the door. everyone else cheers seeing you walk with your hand in farleigh’s, fingers intertwined.

as soon as you’re both seated he has his hand around your waist, resting at your thigh. “how was the walk ?” he asks, his nose almost nudging yours. you lean in to give him a quick kiss before nodding, “it was nice, a little breezy” you told him without giving it a second thought. he quickly took off his knitted cardigan-like sweater to drape it over your shoulders. you giggle at his reaction, you didn’t think he’d react that way as you weren’t trying to imply that you were cold. as he is admiring your pretty face, he notices the shiny thing on your earlobe. “is that—“ his hand reach up to touch the earrings, a huge smile appears on your face before nodding. “wanted to show you. you pick the prettiest things for me. maybe i should bring you when i shop for jewelries” its been long since you last went jewelry shopping. probably since you started dating him cuz he always buy you shiny things that he’d stumble upon. he spends a lot of time looking to pick the prettiest among them. he would buy them all but he thinks that it would only show that he’s lazy. he wants you to know how much he loves you and the time he spends picking them out shows it.

farleigh would go absolutely feral whenever there’s like a bazaar on campus where students set up their businesses’ booths cuz that means there will be girls selling their handmade jewelries. he thinks they’re so pretty that it would be a waste if they’re not being worn by you. bazaars happen maybe a couple times a year and the girls already know him cuz he spends the longest time looking at their rings, necklaces and earrings trying to pick out something for you. the first time he came by the booth they thought he was gonna insult them, maybe say things like ‘aren’t you too old to be making bracelets?’ or call their handmade pieces ugly. they tried to avoid him until he picks one of them up without saying anything, taking a closer look before handing them one that caught his eyes the most. one of the girls gathered all her courage to ask him who was he thinking of buying the stuff for and he proudly said “its for my girlfriend, she loves handmade jewelries” as they nod at his answer he started going on and on talking about you, stuffs you’re interested in so they can help pick out what would suit you best. “—yeah she’s in class right now, wouldn’t want her to know im here. want to suprise her with these. she’ll go wild” a grin plastered across his face imagining your reaction. sometimes its tmi for the girls but they dont care, they think its the sweetest.

farleigh doesn’t necessarily think buying you the most expensive things is the best way to show his love, its just as long as he’s poured much thought into his gifts. he fixates on thinking whether or not you’ll love the gifts he thinks of buying you and if you probably won’t, he’ll find something else.

“they’re only pretty when you wear them. you make them look pretty” he whispers into your ear before taking your hand into his. he lean in to kiss you before pulling away just to kiss you again. and again. he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb before looking back up at you. you’re getting all giddy from the attention he’s giving, your cheeks heating up. “yo guys— if you want to do romance maybe get a room” you hear one of his friends yell from across the pub. he flips him off before saying, “why were you looking at us anyways, loser ?” farleigh’s quick to rebut as the others’ reactions fill the room. he gives the guy a disgusted look before looking back at you, who is smiling. “sorry baby, would you like your usual ?” you nod before he gets up to go get your signature drink that you always have everytime you’re here. you’re not really into the heavy stuffs so he doesn’t force you to do them. he only does that to oliver.

apart from saving your seat, picking out jewelries for you and always getting you your drink to make sure it’s safe in his hands, he always want you with him everywhere he goes. just like your roommate had told you. he doesn’t care if he has to walk all the way across a field or a hallway to get to your classes, he’ll make sure he’s waiting outside for you by the time you’re finished so he could have you beside him everywhere he goes. and you dont care following him around. sometimes its just meaningless walks around campus but you’re happy as long as he’s with you. you’re his bestest friend. his home. he’d be telling you jokes as he walks, getting in front of you to make big movements to accompany his storytelling like he’d never run out of energy. like you’re his source of energy. you would give him the best reactions to his stories and gossips and he‘d fall even more in love with you if that’s even possible

he was already quite famous on campus before dating you, but now almost literally everyone knows the both of you as THE couple. he would casually mention you everywhere he goes when you’re not with him, which is probably only the times when you have different classes. and you’re always with him too. the cafeteria, the pub, the field (he loves picnics with you), his homeroom, your homeroom, the random benches along the building, the hallways. its always the two of you. somehow you never got sick of each other probably cuz he’s nice to you. sure, there are times he’d accidentally lash out on you about something that got to him but he’s quick to make it up to you. he couldn’t imagine not having you everywhere with him. his buddies have all grown accustomed to you now, unlike the first few weeks when he started dating you. they got soo annoyed everytime farleigh brought you to hang out with them. he’s always out and about telling them like, “my girlfriends coming later” or “gotta wait for my girlfriend first” before actually hanging out with them. they were irritated cuz you weren’t as fun before, back when you were just being introduced to them. bros before hoes they’d told him. farleigh made sure to let them know you’re not just some ‘hoe’ and after that they’re basically pretty chill with you as soon as they realised you’re just like farleigh, but in female form. you get along with them and their convos just as well as farleigh. so they dont mind you tagging along anymore

its becoming his whole personality, dating you. its always you before all else. sentences like, ‘cant, gotta go get my girlfriend’ or ‘my girlfriend would love this’ or ‘the other day my girlfriend-‘ and ‘did you know ? my girlfriend-‘ are converging into his daily dictionary. you, are just the same. always mentioning him in everything because you do everything with him. like it or not the story’s gonna involve him cuz he was there. or it happened to him. or he was the one who told you. the two of you set the dating standards so high that the girls only want what the both of you have when it comes to relationships. cuz the both of you made it possible, you’d become the couple everyone put their trust in love in.

you let out a laugh joining the others at something farleigh had said before taking a sip of the drink he brought you earlier. he has his one hand around your waist, grabbing your hand and the other on the table, near your drink, holding a lit ciggie in between his index and middle finger. he offers you a smoke to which you lean in. he holds the cig for you, watching you pull a puff before taking a puff himself. he closes the distance between you, leaning in to blow the smoke into your mouth, shotgunning.

the swirls of smoke mixing yours before he kisses you, deep. one of his favourite things to do with you. his hand that was holding your hand reaches into the hem of your dress, teasingly playing with it. he grins as his eyes bore into yours, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. you giggle at his fingers dragging along your thigh, tickling you. he nudges his nose against yours before getting up, gently pulling at your hand. you follow him as you giggle, already knowing where this is going. he pulls your hand, walking towards the door before saying, “ciao everyone, and you-“ he’s pointing at the dude yelling at you guys earlier,

“-thank you for your suggestion” he chuckles as the whole room roar in mixed reactions. safe to say your poor roommate slept alone that night.

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[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: jeonghan x fem!reader

Requested: yes [Can you please write something angsty for prince DK? Or if this is too vague, what do you think about a bet au with Jeonghan?] [By anon]

Genre: angst, coworkers to lovers, fluff, fuckboy au, opposites au, bet au

Warning(s): misogyny, jeonghan is an asshole and so is seungcheol, [if you find more pls inform ]

Summary: Jeonghan had plans on never talking to the quite coworker they hired, but like doesn't always pan out the way we want to. But when you add money to the problem, plus both your feelings, you have the perfect recipe for disaster.

Word count: 5.2k

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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

a/n 2: i hope it was what you wanted, thanks for the ask btw!

Everyone at the office knew that Jeonghan was a free spirit, he worked hard and partied even harder. He like living his life in the most happening way possible. Be it weekend trips, bike trips to the mountains or staying in the countryside for a week and working remote while enjoying the serenity that comes with it, he was down for anything.

Funnily enough he was referred to as the least energetic person in his friend group. So, one can imagine overzealous they normally were.

His work more often than not was impeccable, no one could fault him at all. The rising star of the corporate world they called him at the office. In his five years at the job the man had garnered more approval than anyone else.

He liked his life, and he would not trade it for anything else.

Now, unlike Jeonghan you resided on the other side of the spectrum. Your kind of life was pretty monotonous waking up before your alarm, making your bed, skipping meals, and surviving on coffee, reaching, and leaving work on the dot and crying while rewatching your favorite shows, was your kind of life. You like staying in during the weekends and cleaning up the mess you make in your living space during the weekdays and trying everything in your power to not upset your cat while doing so.

Its calm, chill, maybe a bit boring but it worked for you and brought you peace.

You were the newest recruit in your office and from the first day you captured the attention of most of your coworkers for your meticulous and polite words.

More often than not you refuse to talk to your coworkers ensuring that there stays a professional boundary between you all and if they would not catch onto your behavior, you would politely decline them.

Never that interested in networking, you refuse to talk to more people than you need to.

Jeonghan caught onto it pretty early, but why did it matter to him what you did, so like everyone else he went on his own way and simply chose to ignore you.

Ten months into your new job was when you first had a real conversation with the man. It was pretty late at night, both of you had to stay back for overtime. That was when you saw him struggling with his presentation for the next day’s meeting.

That day you broke the ‘no talking to my coworkers rule unless and until it’s very important’ rule.

“what’s the problem?” you politely asked the man.

“Oh, I am having slight problem with the numbers here,” the man replies looking visibly confused and surprised.

“If you want, I can help you out” you kindly stated as Jeonghan casually just turned his laptop towards you.

So, for the next one and half hours you both sat there and diligently worked on the presentation and by the end of it the material looked rather good and presentation worthy.

Looking extremely grateful the pretty man said, “I am so thankful you helped me out today, so why don’t I repay you by dropping you off at your house, it’s pretty late you know.”

Looking at your watch you politely replied, “no worries, plus if I rush a bit, I can catch the last bus home so please don’t bother.”

Jeonghan looked bummed at this, but he was obliged nonetheless as he knew you to be an introverted lady and he did not want to make you uncomfortable.

--

The next time you and Jeonghan had a conversation, was again at a night when you both were staying at the office over time. By this time, you have become pretty comfortable with each other, not enough to hold a conversation but enough to spare a quick nod and a smile while passing by each other’s cubicles.

He was done with the day’s work and was about to leave the office when he noticed you hunched over your laptop looking frustratingly at your screen which showed you an open excel sheet with infinite numbers.

Feeling like he owed you the help, Jeonghan strode towards you and calmly said “let me see.”

Jumping in shock you looked at him and replied, “oh no don’t bother I can figure it out you should go home it’s pretty late you know.”

Tsking at your reply he grabbed a chair to sit beside you while saying “it’s only fair, you helped me out so I should help you now.”

You let him, in actuality you needed that little help from him, the data entries were annoying you and you absolutely did not like it one bit.

Just like that time passed by again resulting in the clock to show that it was quarter past one by the time you both were done.

This time though Jeonghan shut down all your protests to go about his own way and your reluctance to inconvenience him with a simple “it’s pretty late and I won’t let you get followed by some creeps on the road plus the last bus is gone anyways so you are coming with me.”

On the way he stopped at a convenience store to get some dinner for you both and you devoured your ramen while chatting with him.

You both were pretty similar, in some cases for example you both had this extreme love for Legos that existed beyond measurable amounts, both of you loved your pets to death, albeit his was a rock and yours was a cat, but as he said “we don’t discriminate peoples pets here, they can have what they want to but given its legal and safe for the pet.”

On the other hand, Jeonghan liked you too, he was happy he could be the first one to break your shell to meet the real you and he was proud of this. It was close to an achievement for him.

--

“Han like this new chick in his office.”

Joshua loudly announced to the group of boys sprawled in his living room one evening. Jeonghan’s friends had come to his house to hang out and to get drunk out of their wits to forget the stress of the tedious weekend they had. They were all friends from college, now working jobs in the most contrasting industries ever like Seungcheol was the manager for their states football club and Soonyoung was a choreographer working with famous celebrities, Hansol on the other hand was the proud of a pet shelter and the one and only Joshua was an English history professor who most days worked overtime at the university. But at the end of the day, they were all the loud and obnoxious assholes he knew and loved from his younger days, and nothing could compare to that.

“Really you never told us about this one hyung?” Mingyu enquires.

“Nah she is just a new hire at the office, does not like talking to people at all. She is more antisocial than Wonwoo’s ass.”

“Really now, antisocial?” Seungcheol enquires, not missing Jeonghan’s defensive tone.

“Yes, Cheol antisocial, plus I don’t even know her enough,” the male says while rolling his eyes at his friends interest with you.

“Maybe you could talk to her and get her out of her shell, you are a pretty good mediator in our group I think you could do that,” pipes up the ever so benevolent Seokmin.

“Yes, you could,” Seungcheol joins him smirking a bit.

Now thoroughly annoyed Jeonghan exclaims “no I cannot. The only way someone can get that stuck up bitch out of her shell will be fucking her or something and I do not want to do so!”

“What if I pay you, will you do it then,” Seungcheol says still smirking.

“Do what?”

“Fuck her enough to get her out of her shell.”

The whole room goes silent at that statement.

“Hyung, I don’t think it’s right,” the youngest of them, Chan, suddenly speaks.

“Yes, its morally incorrect man,” Jeonghan agrees.

“I will pay you, plus life is pretty boring. This will give us something to talk about for at least the next year,” the oldest explains still smiling a bit.

“I agree with the others, its emotionally taxing and nothing good will come out of doing something like this man, plus what are we teenagers making bets about emotionally harming others?” Joshua says.

“Jeonghan, you do it and I will give you a thousand bucks,” the oldest says calmly. At the same time all the men in the room let out an exasperated sigh, knowing there is no winning with this stubborn man, while hoping silently that Jeonghan does not succumb to the greed.

But alas they were wrong, so wrong. An amount that lucrative will only be passed by a fool and Jeonghan was no such thing. He stood up from his place at the loveseat and confidently strode over to Seungcheol.

“You better keep your fucking word,” he says while shaking the older man’s hand.

While Seungcheol smiles and says, “you know what you complete the bet within the next six month I’ll give you a five thousand and if you don’t end up doing it, you gotta pay me pal.”

--

After that evening with his friends, Jeonghan was pretty stressed, because why should he not be? Making you sleep with him is hard enough, but making a situationship out of it sounds even harder. Now he thoroughly regrets accepting the bet.

You on the other hand are pretty happy and quiet as you often are. Very much unaware of his internal turmoil, as you keep talking excitedly about the new Lego death star you bought.

Yes, you and Jeonghan have bonded quite a bit these past few days, he likes spending time with you too, and so do you. It is a nice and comfortable friendship you both have built, and you like it.

“Why don’t you let me come to your place this weekend, and we can build the set together. We can get takeout later too,” he suddenly speaks up shocking you with such forward proposition.

“Well only if you want to though no pressure, it’s just that I really wanted to build the death star and was planning to buy it but like couldn’t make enough time to do –”

“Sure, you can come,” you speak up stopping his nervous rant.

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan asks just to make sure he heard it correctly.

“Yes, I am, it will be fun to build the Lego set together,” you say smiling.

“Yes, it would be, but like are you really sure,” he says again to make sure he is really not hard at hearing.

“Jeonghan if you ask me once again, I will take back what I just said.”

This makes him stop talking at all and he proceeds to show you his beautiful smile, making you feel a bit giddy inside.

“So, I will come this Saturday and we shall make the death star cuz we can,” he sings, making you bark out a laugh at him.

Little do you know you just poured a cool bucket of water on the burning flames on anxiety inside Jeonghan’s brain and he is extremely happy about that.

--

The next Saturday comes rolls in slowly, the tedious and boring week is over, and it is time for self-care and a lot of friendship building activities or that’s what you thought.

The man was mad and when you say mad you mean it. The Lego making only lasted for like two hours before he had hidden all the pieces of the part that you were making, resulting you to search for them all over the house. Moreover, after diligently searching and finding nothing, you had given up when he had produced all those pieces from his pockets shocking you to the core.

This little stunt had made you force him to pay for the takeout and when you were both fed and watered, he had proposed a game of chess. Only problem, you never knew one could cheat in this game too. He moved the pieces wrong.

Result. You both had the pettiest fight ever wherein the man with all his might tried to convince you that the rook was indeed supposed to move diagonally.

“You don’t understand, that is how the game is played. Are you sure you ever played this before?” he had asked.

“Hani you are wrong, please the rook never in its whole life moved diagonally, it always moved straight.”

“Maybe that is what your problem is, you are so uptight, you refuse to accept the differences in our opinions!”

“Oh, now I'm uptight, you are only being this difficult cuz you are losing!”

“I wouldn’t if you let me play the rook diagonally.”

“But that is not how it is played! Why don’t you—"

All your rants stop just like that, it took you at least five business days to actually realize that Jeonghan had kissed you. But once you got over that shock, you closed your eyes and moved your lips along with his.

Jeonghan, thoroughly exasperated by your intense argument, impulsively sought to quiet you by placing a soft, lingering kiss on your plump lips. Almost immediately, regret washed over him as he feared he had acted rashly at the worst possible moment. Mentally preparing to distance himself from you for the rest of your time together, he was taken aback when you reciprocated the kiss, instantly dissolving all his worries and leaving him pleasantly surprised.

You broke the kiss to take a breath, both looking visibly flustered.

“Do you want to stay the night, or do you want to go?” you asked him while looking at him with your sparkling eyes, making Jeonghan want to glue his ass to your house, but he being the gentleman he was declined the offer.

“I would really like to take you out on a date. As I really like you, so I won’t spoil my chances with you by staying tonight.”

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You always thought of the man to be a Casanova, so the idea of him taking you on a date while simultaneously insinuating that he won’t take any harsh steps with you was a nice little change and you were all for it.

--

It was all smooth sailing after that.

Jeonghan took you to an amusement park for the date next Sunday and oh boy did you enjoy yourself to the fullest.

Both of you had the time of your lives. Making sure to go on every ride, play every game and eating every junk you found there. By the end of it you were visibly exhausted and elated with how the day went.

The following day you were visibly happier in the office and even had a small conversation with one of your coworkers.

This went on for the following month, with each and every date you opened up to Jeonghan more and more, and so did he.

He loved spending time with you and vice versa. It was during your regular Friday movie nights, a ritual you both had established as you both liked watching movies and bonded while talking about them, when Jeonghan absolutely bored with the movie scooted a bit too close to you in hopes of gaining your attention by annoying you, a typical Jeonghan move. When you both ended up making love on the couch.

This was only the start of a lot of escapades you would have with the man.

After that one night, Jeonghan was all over you at all times. Be it at the office or be it at home he was with you or texting you all the time. Your nights were now filled with heavy make outs and intense love making sessions.

Everybody at the office knew about you both. On top of that you were more extroverted than ever. You even went out with your coworkers for an office dinner. Somehow, Jeonghan was praised for the change he brought in you, and like his ‘kind’ self, he declined all those compliments with a gracious smile.

He didn’t like to say it out loud, but he liked your changed self, more than your reserved one. Plus, he also took credit for the change, but it’s not like he would tell you that anytime soon.

--

 It was almost five months into dating Jeonghan, when he asked you to meet his friends. You knew he had a very loyal group of friends and you had never met them before. On the contrary Jeonghan had met your one and only best friend within only three months of dating. In the most best friend manner, the lady has hated his ass the whole-time side eyeing him constantly and leaving petty remarks here and there. But that night she had called you and told you something she didn’t ever say for any of your boyfriends “I can see he loves you a lot. For the first time you chose the correct guy.”

Getting your strict best friend to like Jeonghan was like clearing the first hurdle of your relation. For the first time, you were proud of your choice in men and especially your boyfriend.

“Oh, I would love to meet them, but would they like me,” you were rightfully concerned about the boys liking you. As much as you were independent, you would like to gain the approval of your boyfriend’s friends like any girlfriend.

“They are dorks through and through, they will love, don’t worry” he had said while kissing your forehead to calm you down.

“Plus, you will fit right in, they are nice people,” he later added.

--

That evening, Jeonghan had taken you to the Korean BBQ place downtown where they all were meeting. The night had started rocky but within an hour you were having fun with Mingyu and Seokmin, all worries forgotten. Jeonghan had looked at you with pride blooming in his chest with how happy you looked with his friends, enjoying yourself.

It seems that all the twelve of them had liked you a lot saying you were the perfect partner for Jeonghan, someone who could ground him at the same time let him be himself.

The BBQ party came to an end, but the boys still had a lot of energy, so they went to the karaoke next taking both you and Jeonghan with them. Although you were thoroughly exhausted, you had complied to go, seeing Jeonghan have so much fun was a sight you didn’t want to miss.

You had gone to the bathroom the first thing right after reaching the karaoke place, to wake you up and also to do your business. Seungkwan had accompanied you claiming, “all that soju and walking has made my bladder shake like never before!” it’s not a lie though, they did drink like it will be the last time they ever get to drink.

As you came out of the restroom, Seungkwan gave you a kind smile and said “I have never seen Jeonghan this happy before, not even with us. I'm sure he likes you a lot.”

Smiling at him you said, “I think I love him; I have not said that to him yet, but I really think I do.”

With a sassy ‘good for you’ from the one and only Boo, you both made your way to the room that your group had booked.

As you reached closer, you could hear all the boys talking to each other.

“I approve, she is an angel, she even consoled Soon when he cried” said one of them making you smile a bit. By this time Seungkwan had stopped with you too eavesdropping on his friends as he is as dramatic as one can be.

“She is nothing like what you described her to be you know, she is nice and kind and far from being stuck up,” someone else said.

“Nah she is not, that stuck up once you get to know her, contrary to that she is very cheery and I like her you know,” Jeonghan had replied making you feel extra giddy inside.

“Hey bro if you like her that much maybe we should call off the deal we made, I see how much you like her and if you ask me, I will say she is a keeper,” with this statement, a silence washed over the whole group. You looked at Seungkwan to understand what was happening, but the man refused to look at you still stubbornly pretending to listen to the conversation.

“I said I like her, not like her enough to let go of the five thousand you offered” you suddenly heard Jeonghan speak making you even more confused about the whole ordeal.

“I think you will regret it you let her go hyung,” Seokmin suddenly said with a very somber tone generating a lot of assertive noises from the group.

“She won’t bring me five thousand, plus I fucked her got into a relationship with her and made her the fun-loving bitch she is now. It was a tedious process, but I completed my work, so I deserve the money.”

It was hard hearing the man you loved so much make such a degrading comment. At this point you were shaking with emotions so much that even Seungkwan who refused to look at you during this whole time, had to hold you steady.

“Did you know about this,” you asked him.

The boy with his eyes downcast just nodded his head.

“I won’t even ask you why you didn’t tell me about it, I get it you are his friend makes sense.”

“Hey none of us wanted him to do anything like this, but your Jeonghan is unstoppable sometimes and about the wrong things.”

“I think I should get going, I’ve heard enough.”

“Hey y/n we like you a lot, so please stay in contact with us later, no matter what your verdict is,” the younger man pleaded with glistening eyes, making you almost accept the request out of pity.

You ignored everyone and strode into the room bustling with men, heading straight for the couch. Without hesitation, you grabbed your bag and, as you walked out, approached Jeonghan and delivered a firm slap to his face. "We're done," you declared before exiting the room without glancing at anyone else.

--

The minute you had left, Jeonghan felt his life crashing down on him. The looks of disapproval from his friends and the pure disappointment that radiated off you caught him off guard. He had thought he could get out of it with both the girl and the money, but suddenly he realized he didn’t even need the said money, he only needed you. The weight of his words came to haunt me as soon as he had spoken them.

He immediately attempted to follow you but was stopped by Seungkwan, “did you see her face, if you follow her now, she will resent you more. Not like you don’t deserve it, but you are still my friend.”

The tone of his voice showed how much he was upset with Jeonghan. So much so that the younger male could not even look at his face.

“You are my hyung, but you know what I like her more, never have I ever thought you would do something like this,” he continued, “I hope she never forgives you.”  

Hearing that Jeonghan couldn’t control himself and punched Seungkwan and a fight broke out. The boys trying their best to resolve it.

“It’s already a mess, can you both stop making it worse!” Mingyu said as Seungkwan punched Jeonghan back square on the jaw.

“Tell that shit to not meddle in my business then” comes Jeonghan’s voice.

“Maybe if you didn’t break her heart I wouldn’t, she was a fucking nice person,” Seungkwan shouted back as Mingyu dragged him out.

The night was ruined, and it was all because of Jeonghan.

--

That night you came home and cried your heart out ignoring all the calls from Jeonghan and the other boys, with whom you had exchanged numbers during the hangout. Thankfully, it was a Sunday the next day, so you didn’t have to look at the man who broke your heart, but it pained you so much to even move a muscle. It was like your heart was ripped out of your body. The pain was immeasurable.

There were at least a hundred missed calls on your phone and thirty of them from all of the boys. Your best friend come to your place that Sunday and tried her best to console a sad you, but nothing could stop you from beating yourself up for trusting a man like him. it’s true you loved him, and you regrated doing so, you didn’t blame Jeonghan for breaking your heart, you blamed yourself for being weak enough for you to let Jeonghan do so to you, for letting the man step all over you like you were a piece of trash that had no place in the normal world. The degrading things that he had said about you kept echoing in your ears, making it hard for you to think of anything else.

It was like you had forgotten all about your vow to never let anyone step over you and take away a piece of you from yourself. You were so hurt that you refused to see Jeonghan at all. So, on the next Monday you asked your HR for a weeklong leave and the kind lady obliged owing to your stellar performance at your department.

You turned off your phone that week and went to stay with you friend as the house was too lonely for you and the more you stayed there, the more you felt the memories of you and Jeonghan coming to haunt you.

--

On that Monday, Jeonghan woke up with a newfound determination. He was resolved to confront you and explain that his hurtful words from that night stemmed from his own inability to accept his feelings. He believed that once he clarified his side of the story, your compassionate nature would lead you to forgive him. He was even prepared to humble himself, willing to beg for your forgiveness if necessary. However, fate intervened when he discovered you had taken a week-long leave from the office.

The realization of consequences hit him suddenly. Yes, he understood the gravity of his actions, but he was willing to face any repercussions if it meant having you back in his arms. Anything seemed bearable compared to the thought of losing you.

By Wednesday, Jeonghan found himself standing at your doorstep, desperately knocking, hoping to speak with you. To his dismay, a neighbor informed him that you had been absent since Monday. His heart sank realizing he had missed his chance to reconcile with you.

He had made a solemn vow to himself that he would reach out to you no matter what obstacles lay in his path, willing to go to any lengths to make amends. However, he now realized the depth of his mistake. Reflecting on his actions, he understood that he should have heeded the advice of his friends earlier, but it was too late for regrets.

Jeonghan's determination to win you back consumed him. He felt a deep pang of regret for not acting sooner and for failing to appreciate the warnings from his friends. Now, facing the reality of your absence, he grappled with the weight of his impulsive behavior.

In the days that followed, Jeonghan resolved to wait patiently for your return, determined to seize any opportunity to make things right. He hoped against hope that he hadn't irreparably damaged the bond between you. Each passing day without you served as a sobering reminder of the importance of listening to his instincts and valuing the counsel of those who cared about him.

--

The next week you opened your phone to see it has blown up with Jeonghan’s messages and there were a few from Seungkwan asking you if you are okay and telling you that he had punched Jeonghan for being an asshole to you and that most of the people didn’t agree with Jeonghan’s antics but its hard to stop Jeonghan when is like that.

Taking pity of the boy you and answered him accepting his apology and telling him you were happy that he punched the guy.

His answer came immediately, saying he was happy that there is no bad blood among you two and he prefers you more than Jeonghan anyways making you laugh at his cuteness.

When you returned back to the office, the first thing you did was hand them your resignation letter. The next thing on your list was avoid Jeonghan till you leave work, at which you were pretty successful.

And just like that you were done with your time in the office and were moving onto another job before Jeonghan could even get hold of you.

--

Its has been three years since and life had never been better. You became friends with Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung immediately. You four hangout quite frequently. The three younger men like you a lot too. It’s a strong bond you have created with them. If anyone asks you would say the only good thing that came from your ex was the friends you made while with him.

On top of that you also have been in a relation with a man who treats you right and loves you to death. Its like you have at last reached the light at the end of the tunnel.

--

Jeonghan on the other hand drowned himself in work after you left, the man tried his best to forget your existence and was very thankful his work helped him do so. But whenever he was out with his friends he couldn’t stop himself from asking about you and always he got the same answer of ‘none of your fucking business’ from Seungkwan.

But it was different this time, it was the ever so kind Seokmin who answered him.

“Hyung she moved on, and you should too.” Hearing that he stood up, he didn’t know why. Would he go to your house and beg for your forgiveness again or will he call you while asking you to give him another chance?

Truth to be told, he didn’t know.

“Hyung please don’t mess this up for her. She is happy,” Seokmin spoke up again, kindly holding his hand to pull him down back onto his seat. It felt like Jeonghan’s life has come crashing down on him once again. One lone tear left his eye, too embarrassed to cry in front of his friends, he puts up a happy front while saying “of course Seok, I would do nothing to hurt her.”

All his friends looked at the man in pity, hoping that faith was kinder to him. but they couldn’t deny that he single handedly destroyed his life either. He was still their friend and he deserved to be happy to but so did you. The man sat in silence for some time till Joshua loudly declared he wanted to go to the arcade and all the others enthusiastically agreed, happy about the distraction.

That is when Jeonghan realized life has gone on and not stopped for anyone, the time he was supposed to seize his moment has passed and it wont ever come back. He now has to live his life without the presence of one of the most precious thing he ever had the privilege to possess, your love.

a/n 3: thank you all for reading !!

[cjlouwho]

Focus

(read below or on ao3)

“Focus. Focus, focus, focus, focus.” The words stumbled out of his mouth unconsciously. His fingers tapped against his thigh rapidly. His eyes were wide but hazy; blearily searching for something to center on but coming up empty.

“Focus, focus, focus.”

He was sweating. It dripped down his forehead, off his eyebrow, to his cheek. It tickled as it ran over his nose. It gave him chills on the back of his neck.

“Focus, focus.”

His leg shook, bouncing up and down anxiously. It was hard to breathe. Hard to breathe the way he needed to breathe anyway. He could only inhale part of the way, short and stunted exhales making him dizzy.

He could hear people yelling at him. Could hear them calling his name.

They might as well have been speaking a foreign language.

*****

The night had started innocently enough.

Life had been too serious lately, so Karen decided to plan an escape room adventure for everybody. She and Hen, Bobby and Athena, Eddie, Ravi, Maddie and Chimney, and Buck and Tommy were all coming along while Carla watched the kids for the evening.

Everyone was having a good time, even though the random room that was chosen for them was a particularly bleak theme.

“Prison escape,” Hen read after she'd been handed a piece of paper. “You've all been sentenced to death for a crime you did not commit. Escape the prison before you're sent to the chair. Have fun... Wow, was the serial killer room taken?”

“I chose random so no one could ask me the theme,” Karen explained. “Half of you guys are cheats.”

The escape room was actually a set of three rooms. They got through the first one pretty easily. Made it halfway through the second before everything started to fall apart.

The second room was the warden's office. Besides a single lamp that sat on a desk, there was no light in the room. That was part of it. You couldn't turn on lights in the warden's office without risking getting caught.

In the far corner of the room there was a black, steel closet. It was about the size of a portable toilet, but no door on the front. The oddness of it drew Tommy's attention.

“Whatcha thinking, Babe?” Buck asked, walking over to him while everyone else hovered over the desk.

“It doesn't fit the rest of the room.”

Buck squinted to try and get a better look. “Looks empty.”

“I know,” Tommy agreed. “S'weird. I'm gonna check it out.”

“You're gonna check out an empty room?”

Tommy smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at Buck. “Watch out, Hon, I'm heading back into the closet.”

Buck snorted with laughter as Tommy stepped forward and into the small space.

As soon as he did, the floor beneath him gave slightly. Just enough for him to feel a trigger release. Behind him, a door dropped down so abruptly that he had no time to react until after it had happened.

It was dark. Pitch dark. So dark that even as he put his hands up to feel along the door, he couldn't see his hands in front of him.

“You fell for the warden's trap,” a female, robotic voice boomed into a speaker somewhere in the closet. “You must find the button to escape.”

Tommy didn't even half hear what the woman had said. All he knew is he needed out of there.

Now.

He tried to push against the door. Push it up, push it out, anything.

It didn't budge.

He could hear mumbled voices from outside. He knew everyone had probably gathered around after he'd been trapped in this space. They probably thought it was funny. They were probably laughing, joking about him being trapped. Maybe even taking a picture or two of this- this box he'd been put in.

He couldn't blame them if they were. Under normal circumstances, this would be funny.

But these were not normal circumstances.

And it wasn't funny.

His pushes against the door turned into banging. Over and over, banging at the steel to try and make it give way.

“Ev- Evan!” He called out, a bit unsure. “E-”

“You fell for the warden's trap,” the voice repeated. God, it was so loud! Tommy had to cover his ears. “You must find the button to escape.”

“Evan!” he yelled again once the voice stopped. “Evan, you gotta-”

“Tommy,” he could barely hear Evan through the door. “Tommy, you have to find a-”

Evan's voice was so calm. It shouldn't be that calm. Not when he's inside this death trap. They should all be fighting to get him out. They should be busting down the walls. Get an ax, get a gun, get explosives, get something! Just get him out!

“Ev-” he brought a hand to his chest. He could hear little wheezes coming out with each breath he took.

He could only take two steps back before he was met with the wall. He slid down, knees to his chest, hands squeezing against his thighs. “Ev... Evan,” he huffed out. He knew his voice was far too quiet to actually be heard. “Evan, you gotta... Please, I- I need. I need to...”

“You fell for the warden's trap. You must find the button to escape.”

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fo- Focus, Tommy. You n- need to focus.”

*****

The initial slam of the closet door caused Buck to jump back in surprise.

“Whoa!” someone exclaimed from behind him. Karen, he thinks. “What the hell happened?”

“You fell for the warden's trap. You must find the button to escape.”

The voice rang out throughout the room. It was unnecessarily loud.

“Are we supposed to find the button out here? Or Tommy in there?” Hen asked, the rest of the group gathering around the closet.

Chimney shrugged. “Both, maybe?”

“I'll start looking,” Ravi offered, and Karen joined him on his search.

Something was wrong. Buck could tell that pretty quickly. He tilted his head, trying to focus on the muffled sounds coming from inside the closet.

“Evan!”

Buck could barely hear Tommy, but he could tell that he wasn't saying his name the way he usually did. He pressed up against the door to listen.

“Evan! Evan, you gotta-”

“Tommy!” Buck yelled back to him. He sounded panicked. Terrified, actually, and Buck had never heard him like that before. “Tommy, you have to find a button!” he tried to explain.

“Ev.... Ev... Evan.”

Tommy wasn't yelling anymore. It almost sounded like he was about to pass out.

“Hey, we gotta get him out of here!” Buck exclaimed as the robotic voice sounded over the speaker system.

“That's what we're trying to figure out, Buck,” Hen reminded him.

“No, I mean like right now.” Buck turned back to the closet and began trying to pry the door open. “H- He's freaking out in there, guys! I tried telling him to find the button but I don't think he hears me.”

The group began to gather around, Eddie immediately joining in to open the door.

No luck.

“They've got cameras on us, right?” Athena asked. “That's what that child at the desk said. How do we get their attention?”

“A- A hint. We get hints!” Buck remembered. “There's a- a button by the door.”

Ravi quickly ran to the button and pressed it over and over until there was a ding.

“You have asked for one hint,” a very bored sounding employee's voice rang over the intercom system. “There's a button both inside the closet and outside. Either one will open the door and lead your friend to safety.”

“We don't give a damn about hints, man!” Eddie exclaimed. “Our friend is panicking in there. Get his ass out!”

“You only get two hints per room. Are you sure you want to use your final hint?”

“Oh my God! We're not asking for hints. Use whatever override you have and get him out! Now!”

It took a few seconds for the employee to respond. “Are you... Are you being serious right now, dude?”

“Get him out!” About half the group yelled out that time.

“Okay, okay!”

After what felt like the longest ten seconds of all their lives, more lights came on inside the room and the door to the closet began to open.

“Don't crowd him,” Eddie said, and everyone but Buck took a few steps back.

Buck himself remained kneeling just outside of the closet, his eyes immediately filling with tears as soon as Tommy came into view.

“Focus, focus, focus...”

Tommy continued repeating the word even as he squinted from the sudden light. His eyes were darting around the room, but Buck was pretty sure he didn't even see them, or at least it didn't register that they were them.

It was the first time Buck had ever seen Tommy without his calm, cool, and collected persona. It was terrifying. Judging by the silence of everyone else around, they'd never seen him like this either.

Buck reached out his hand slowly. Not to touch Tommy, just to offer it. Still, the movement caused Tommy to gasp, jerking back to try and make himself even smaller against the back wall.

“S'okay.” Buck kept his voice as calm as possible, even as he shook with his own worry and fear. “It's okay, Tommy. It's me. It's Evan.”

Finally, Tommy's eyes settled on Buck. He blinked a few times, a stray tear falling down his face as he did. “Ev... Evan?” he breathed out. His lip trembled as he spoke.

Buck nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it's me, Tommy. I- I'm here.”

His breaths were still heavy, but they came fully now. He glanced around the room, at all the people around him. Some watching, others trying hard to make it look like they weren't. His heart began to race.

“Hey, Tommy, can you focus on me?” Buck asked. Tommy's eyes shot back to him.

“Focus,” he repeated. “Focus, focus, focus-”

Eddie approached carefully, kneeling down about a step behind Buck. “Hey, Tommy?” he began, getting the man's attention. “Tommy, you remember my name?”

Tommy stared at him for a second. Opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “Eddie.”

Eddie smiled. “Good. That's good, Tommy. What about this guy beside me here?”

“Evan.”

“That's right. Who is Evan to you?”

Another tear fell. “Boy... boyfriend.”

“What year is it?”

Tommy moved his eyes back and forth between Eddie and Buck. His breathing slowly began to return to normal. “2024.”

“And what city are you in right now?”

The clutch Tommy had on his thighs loosened, allowing some color to return to his hands. Carefully, he started to straighten out his legs. “Los Angeles.”

“Good. Back with us?”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I- I am.”

“Great. Claustrophobia is no joke.”

“It... It's not-”

Eddie held up a hand. “I know, Man. You want me and Buck to help you up, or would you rather get up by yourself?”

“My legs feel kinda weird,” Tommy admitted.

“Okay for us to help?”

Another nod.

Buck, who had remained quiet while Eddie did whatever he needed to do, stood and began to step into the closet as much as he could.

“Don't-” Tommy began to warn, but Buck was quick to reassure him.

“They shut it down,” he said, reaching his hand out again. “It won't close on us, I promise.”

Tommy took his hand this time, and Eddie's too from the other side. He kept a firm grip on them both even after they lifted him up. “Thank you,” he muttered, his face blushing with embarrassment. “I- I'm so sorry, guys,” he started, but they were all quick to dismiss the apology.

“Hey, you got us out in under and hour,” Chimney said, trying to lighten the mood. “Technically, we won.”

*****

Buck wrapped an arm around Tommy's waist as they headed outside, Eddie staying a step behind in case Tommy were to need his help.

“We'll go in just a minute,” Buck said as he helped Tommy into the passenger seat of his truck. Tommy had already handed him the keys, knowing he'd be unable to drive. “I just need to tell everyone goodnight.”

As Buck went to his sister to give her a hug, Eddie came over to Tommy. “You alright?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Besides an incredible amount of embarrassment, I'll be fine.”

“No need to be embarrassed,” Eddie assured him. “We've literally all been there, some way or another. You ever need to talk, I'm here.” With a fist bump and a reassuring nod, Eddie walked away as Buck hopped into the driver's seat.

As soon as he started the car, Tommy leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “God, Evan, I'm so sorry. That was not how I wanted our first night out with your friends and family to go.”

“You have no reason to apologize,” Buck replied. “And they're your friends too. Your place or mine?”

“Mine.” Tommy turned his head toward Buck, watching him as he watched the road. “Will you stay with me?”

Buck glanced at him with a smile. “Of course.”

Neither of them spoke again until Buck reached the highway.

“I know they're my friends too,” Tommy said, staring out his window at the cars passing by, “but it's different. It was my first time being with all of them as your boyfriend; your partner. They're your family, Evan, and I wanted...” he sighed. “Something like that hasn't happened to me in over twenty years. I didn't expect it, and I couldn't stop it. I'm-”

“Please, don't apologize again, Tommy. Please.” He reached his hand out over the center console. “Can I hold your hand?”

Tommy felt like crying again. He hated that Evan felt like he had to ask now. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to ask, but he was sure it was something he had done in that room.

Instead of answering, he laid his hand in Evan's, intertwining their fingers.

“Tommy, everyone in that room already adores you.”

When Tommy huffed out a laugh, Buck doubled down.

“I'm serious. They're always talking about how cool you are, how you're willing to help anyone with anything. They joke me about the faces I make when you're name is brought up, but they don't realize that they're the ones bringing up your name. You have nothing to prove to them, Tommy. Nothing to prove to anyone.”

Tommy wasn't completely sure about that, but he figured it was best not to argue.

*****

They fell into a comfortable silence the rest of the way home, keeping their hands together until they pulled into Tommy's driveway.

Tommy headed into the bathroom to shower, then waited in bed while Buck took his turn.

As soon as Buck was in bed, he held his arms out for Tommy to cuddle into. Tommy was glad he didn't ask. He had hoped that whatever he did in that escape room hadn't changed their relationship to the point of Buck questioning every touch. He could only remember little bits and pieces, coming back to him in embarrassing spurts.

He snuggled close into Buck's chest, wrapping an arm around his waist with the other tucked between the two of them. Buck held onto Tommy tight, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down Tommy's back.

“I think Eddie thinks that I- that that happened because of my time in the army,” Tommy spoke softly, his eyes closing at the comfort of Buck's touch.

Honestly, that's what Buck had been thinking too. “Was it... Was it not?”

“Not really. I mean, that didn't make it better. There were some things that happened there that were-” he stopped, that was a story for another time. “It goes back further than that though.”

“When you were a kid?”

“Mhm.” Tommy clung onto Buck's t-shirt. “I told you my dad wasn't a good man. That he was a lot like Gerrard.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, that's all true, but he was worse. A lot worse. When I was young he would... I- I would...”

Buck brought a hand to Tommy's hair, slowly carding through the loose curls. “You don't have to talk about it,” he told him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“I want to tell you everything.” Tommy's voice broke even as he spoke. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, taking in a shaky breath. “I just don't know if I can tonight.”

“That's fine. I'll be here when you're ready.”

“Will you...” He took another deep breath, “Will you hold me until I fall asleep?” That was something Tommy had never asked for before. Had never felt so comfortable with a partner to show any weakness. It was different with Evan though. He may be embarrassed that he had his breakdown in front of everyone, but there was no embarrassment with Evan.

Another kiss to the top of his head had him releasing any of the remaining tension from the night as Evan whispered against his skin, “I'll hold you forever, if you let me.”

Tommy knew long before tonight that he would.

[jakescaravel]

Spill It

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word count: 4,128

Warnings: MDNI!! 18+, Oral (f) receiving, rough sex, impact play, anal play, dirty talking, mentions of alcohol, overstimulation, dom Jake, teasing, I think that’s everything, this is pretty dirty so it won’t be for everyone…

After a few drinks you and Jake sit criss crossed on the bed. It’s a saturday night and you guys had agreed to have a chill weekend so here you are, just the two of you hanging out. The night had started out just talking about normal things, but add a little alcohol to the equation… of course things had turned south.

Jake's hand mindlessly fidgets on your skin, tapping away at some unknown rhythm. He looks up and asks, a sly smile playing at his lips, “What’s your favorite sex position?”

“Hmm.” You think back to the countless times the two of you had found yourself tangled up in bed together, trying to recall which time could possibly be your favorite.

“I like doggy but I think missionary feels the best. And I like the idea of cowgirl but it’s so much work and never feels as good as you hope. What about you?”

“Well.” He says, his tone indicating he’s had his answer from the start. “I like missionary because then I get to watch you cum.” You nod your head in agreement, watching him is always a special treat. “I like watching you fall apart, it’s fun.” He pokes your thigh, teasing you.

“That’s a good answer. I like watching you too. By the end you’re all sweaty and out of breath, it’s hot.”

He chuckles. “Okay okay I’ve got a question, what’s your favorite thing I do in bed?”

You smile to yourself knowing exactly what your answer is.

“I like when you talk to me. No one has ever done that before, at least not the way you do. Some have tried but it’s never worked for me before.”

“Yeahh.” He stretches his hands above his head faking a yawn. “I’m kind of a sex god what can I say?”

“Oh so you’re a sex god now?” You roll your eyes. “What’s your favorite thing I do in bed?”

He thinks for a moment, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, willing to extract a memory of some kind. When he finds it, his face softens and he smirks, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Oh I know… when you’re about to cum, like when you’re right there and you start to fuck yourself back onto me, to go even harder. It’s fucking hot… so desperate.” He whispers the last word, sending a chill down your spine.

“Oh yeah I know what you mean.” You chuckle, trying to regain your composure. “Sometimes I don’t even realize I'm doing it, it just happens.”

“Well never stop.” He winks shooting his fake finger guns at you.

Jake thinks of another question for a moment, taking a sip from his drink.

“Am I the best you’ve ever had?” He smirks and you roll your eyes. He knows the answer, he just wants to hear you say it. Arrogant fuck.

“Yes Jake. You’re the best I've ever had. Don’t be so smug.” He laughs and you can’t help but smile.

“Am I the best you’ve ever had?” You ask with hesitation, knowing that his answer might hurt you but he quips back almost instantaneously.

“Yes, of course you are.”

“Really? Why?”

“Are you kidding!? Well first of all, I've never met anyone who I've cared about as much as you. It means more with you than anyone else. Plus I don’t know if you’ve noticed… but you’re pretty hot y/n.” He leans close whispering in your ear. “And you fuck dirty. I like that.”

He smirks, watching the evidence of his words take effect just as he intended. Your thighs clench together in search of any type of friction as your heart thumps wildly in your chest. Jake scoots closer to you and rests his chin on his hands until his face is inches from yours. When he speaks you can feel his warm breath tickling your skin.

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to try?”

Feeling brave, you lean forward and confidently speak back. “I’ve thought about you tying me up before.”

His eyes drop to your lips and his bottom lip parts ever so slightly. “Fuck.” He breathes.

“I can't say I haven't thought about that too. How good you would look on display for me. I could make you cum over and over again and you wouldn’t even be able to move… yeah I wouldn’t mind that. Can I make a confession now?”

“Please do.”

“I’ve thought about fucking you in public before. Taking you to the bathroom of some restaurant and just doing you right there. Then we both walk out like nothing ever happened. Just our little secret.”

His hand grazes the inside of your thigh and your breath catches, feeling the ache between your legs grow significantly.

“I’ve thought about that too. Or in the backseat of a parking lot.”

“Yeah...” His voice trails off, eyes still glued to your lips.

“There's another thing actually…” You whisper instantly regretting your words, the alcohol in your system betraying you.

“Hmm?”

You stare at him, unable to say the words.

He notices your hesitation and sits up a little cocking his head. “What is it?”

You blush and look down, the heat of his stare making butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“Ooo it’s bad isn't it?” He smirks, sitting fully upright now determined to coax this out of you. “You can tell me, I won’t judge you.”

You shake your head, eyes still glued to your lap. He takes your chin in his hands, raising your head until your eyes meet. He dips down, planting a quick kiss to your lips. Your blush deepens and you let out a giggle.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ve thought about it too, it can’t be that bad.” He reasons with you.

You could tell him. You know that he would never judge you. In fact, you could probably tell him you have a kink for bald people and he would go get the razor right then and there. It’s just hard to say the words, but of course he knows that.

“Do you not wanna say it?”

You nod slowly.

“Do you want me to name a bunch of things and you tell me which one it is?” He giggles.

“Yeah.”

“Oh… well I was sort of kidding, but if that’s what it takes!”

He thinks for a moment.

“Ummmm you want me to spit in your mouth?” He grins showing off his perfect teeth, stealing your heart for the millionth time.

You laugh. “I mean hell yeah, but… no it’s not that.”

“You want me to dress up as a dog and bark for you?”

“Jake! Ew stop!” You’re both full on laughing now, your heads hitting each other when you both double over, causing you to laugh even harder. When you finally calm down he takes your head in his hands. “What is it goddamn it!” He chants, shaking you back and forth eliciting another laugh from you.

He let’s go of you and just stares for a moment, thinking hard about your shameful secret. “You want me to fuck you in the ass?”

Your cheeks glow red and you draw your lip between your teeth, nodding slowly almost hoping he doesn’t notice. He smirks, chuckling to himself as he draws his face closer to yours.

“Well well well… that’s what it is huh? Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little whore, wants my cock in her ass. Is that right?”

Fuck the way he says it so casually. The way he’s willing to comply with whatever your deepest heart desires. And the way he wants it too, you can tell…

“That’s dirty, that's bad. But I like bad.” He sits up on his knees, crawling towards you like a predator stalking its prey. You can’t help but feel small as his face hovers over you, looking down with a devilish smile as he gets closer and closer. You lean back, his presence feeling almost too good, like you should just disappear and not have to deal with the burning lust and desire he’s created within you.

“Any last things love? Before I make you feel reeeal good?” The way he draws out the word with his sinfully raspy voice… it makes your cunt ache. His voice alone and the words he’s speaking are enough to make you feel halfway there and you wish he would just take you right now.

“Maybe one more thing.” You whisper, looking up at him with innocent eyes as his hand comes up to your knee, pushing it to the side to expose your soaked panties.

“What is it baby? I can see I’ve gotten you all worked up, don’t make me play the guessing game again, just tell me so we can get started.”

“Well… you could be… rougher with me, if you wanted. Take control a little more.” You meet his eyes, a shy smile creeping up on your lips. His eyes darken and he stills for a moment, the gears in his head turning.

In a split second, before you can even think about what’s happening, his hands are finding your shoulders, pushing you to fall back onto the bed. He moves his hands to your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head as he hovers over you.

“Like this?” He asks, smirking as his necklace dangles over your face, grazing the tip of your nose.

You stare at him, trying to answer before blubbering out a stuttering mess and shutting up. You clench your thighs together desperate for some type of friction to relieve you of the growing ach that’s building but Jake pushes your legs apart with his knee before pushing into you. You groan at the feeling, letting your head fall back as his knee grinds into your soaked core.

“Yeah.. like that.” You whisper, your voice coming out weaker than before.

“You like that baby? You like when I'm in control like this?” You slowly nod your head, unable to look away from his mesmerizing eyes.

“Can you move at all?” You try to move your arms but his strength pushes them deep into the mattress. You give a slow shake of your head.

“Do you like that?” You can't help but smile as you nod yes. He smirks and brings his lips to yours, kissing you slow and deep. You close your eyes as he moves to your neck, sucking at the skin and nipping below your ear. Your breathing picks up as he travels so your chest before breaking away to whisper in your ear.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes please.” You whimper and he kisses your neck once more.

“Do you want it rough?”

“Yes.”

“How rough?”

“Rough.”

He smirks. “How rough?”

“Jake.” You warn.

“Okay. Red if you want me to stop and yellow if you want me to slow down, okay?”

“Yes, just fucking do it.”

“Okay you asked for it.”

He releases your wrists and pulls you up to a sitting position so he can pull your tank top off, revealing your chest. His hands wrap your back, pulling you to him as he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking it and letting go with a little ‘pop’.

You arch your back into his kiss, begging for his lips back on you with a drawn out moan. “You’re my little fuck toy right?” You nod in agreement, reaching for his clothed cock as he swats your hand away.

“Then I’m gonna play with you a little first. Turn around. Now.”

He drops you from his grasp and you turn quickly. “Get on your hands and knees.”

You take in a shaky breath, planting your hands into the soft mattress. You part your legs exposing you to him. His hands find the sides of your panties, pulling them down with impatient aggression. Jake wastes no time in crashing his lips against your skin, sucking little purple spots into you, marking his territory. The power of his kiss pushes your hands deeper into the mattress forcing you to brace yourself.

He kisses a trail leading up to your soaked entrance, the anticipation of feeling his mouth on you making your head spin. Finally it comes. The wet hot lap of his tongue, his strong hands holding your legs in place, his gravely hums sending vibrations through your body. You groan loudly burying your head into the pillows, squeezing your hands into the sheets.

“Fuck me, you look so pretty right now, legs spread for me, pink cunt dripping.” And with that he catches you off guard, landing a swift smack to your ass. The sweet sting of the impact mixed with another lap of his silk tongue feels like smelling a perfect rose and feeling the prick of its thorns. So good but laced with something so bad.

“You shouldn’t like that. It’s so dirty, but you do.” He hits you again, the twinge of pain turning to wicked pleasure as your muffled voice cries out into the pillows.

He licks over your clit for the splitest second before robbing you of what you so need by moving his lips to your other thigh. He leaves so skin untouched, licking and sucking at a prompt speed, his movements growing desperate, showing you his true need for you.

His own desperate moans fill the room now, his willpower faltering with his growing need to fuck you into the matress, to hit you deep with every thrust, over and over again until you can’t take it anymore and lose control, and submit to him. But that’s later, he has other plans for you now.

Jake takes in a deep breath before burying his face in your cunt. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it in with no mercy. With every draw of his tongue, he rocks his face into you pushing your whole body forward rocking you like a boat. You fall into a rhythm, rocking your hips back to meet his heated kiss, thinking back to when he mentioned that exact move.

His calloused fingertips tap up your leg tickling you until they meet your entrance, plunging in hitting you deep and hard. A choked out fuck leaves your lips as your body shakes, betraying your attempt at keeping your composure. It’s no use with the way he works you, he way he knows your body better than you do, the way he could probably make your pussy cum from just telling her to.

He pulls back and adds another digit, stretching your already aching walls. He picks up a pattern, sucking on your clit and then fucking his fingers into you, curling up with every thrust. Suck, thrust, curl.

In mere seconds he’s got you on the edge, slowing his movements just for the sake of keeping you there, making you wait for what you want. He could stop all together if he wanted to, and he has before, but maybe he doesn’t want to wait to long to fuck you…

Finally he takes mercy on you with a perfect touch of his tongue, the spit from his mouth coating you as his fingers jolt forward hitting your g spot with precision. At this point, you lose control, pulling your body away from him from the overwhelming pleasure. But he just drags his face along with you, licking you through your orgasm until you're shaking and cursing and spewing words you aren’t even aware you’re saying.

It becomes too much when his mouth feels like a searing white hot rod to your swollen clit. Finally, he pauses his movements, coming up for a choked breath of air as you cry out, letting yourself fall forward into the bed completely collapsed and out of breath. He gives you a second before pulling your hips back up so you’re back on all fours waiting for what he chooses to do with you.

You can hear him panting behind you when he chuckles. “You’re dripping down your leg sweetheart. Can you feel that?” He touches you where your slick runs, halfway down your thigh. You can feel the wetness on his fingers as they press into the spot.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean that up for you.” Before you can think about what he could mean, you feel his tongue, running a wet stripe up the length of your thigh, cleaning up the mess he’s made. He moves slowly, wishing to savor your taste and make you feel every second of the contact. You shudder when his mouth reaches your entrance, his tongue dipping in and circling around.

You arch your back, forcing yourself to stay still instead of cowering away again. And right when the feeling becomes too much, he does something you don’t expect. The hard firm end of his rough fingertip, nudging into your ass, wet and slick from your pussy.

You can’t help the fucked out moan that ripples through your body at the unexpected contact. It feels different. Like you shouldn’t like it, but you do. You want so badly for him to rip his finger out and put his cock there instead, no matter how much it would hurt.

“Jakee.” You cry out, eyes rolling back in your head when he presses in a little further, stretching you with a slight sting.

“I know baby. Just take it, just fucking take it. Good girl.” He praises, pushing his finger in halfway, curling up ever so slightly.

His tongue comes again, licking over your clit while his finger works away at you, touching you where no one ever has, making you feel things you didn’t know were possible to feel.

“Moree.” You whine, unable to care anymore about your pitiful pleas.

“Does it feel good?” He muses, his smirk evident in his tone.

“Yes… fuck, it feels so good…”

“Yeah?” He asks, pushing in even further eliciting a hiss and whine from your begging mouth.

“You’re so tight princess. So pretty in all your places, even if it doesn’t make sense. You’re perfect.” He kisses the swell of your ass with care, his lips so soft on the sore skin.

“Fuck me… please.” You beg, desperate to feel him stretching you out properly.

“Yeah? My girl wants me to fuck her? What was it you were saying? Hmmm…” He pretends to remember your words. “Oh right I remember… you wanted it rough is that right love? You still want that?”

“Yes… fuck, pleasepleaseplease.” You whine, arching your back when his finger twists inside you.

“It seems like you want my cock in your ass princess, is that right?”

“Yeahh.” You sign imagining how good it would feel for him to press the silky head of his perfect cock against you. How good it would feel for him to stretch you out a different way.

“Maybe another time love, first I have to fulfill your request. My girl wants a rough fucking.” He smacks your ass again. “And I give my girl what she wants.”

You sense him shift on the bed, moving to kneel in front of your crouched frame. You hear the click of a belt buckle and his strained noise of aggravation when he struggles to take off his pants with his finger still in your ass.

You assume he’s removed them when he moves forward grinding his hard cock against you. The soft head of his cock nudges you, moving down to gather your slick before coming back up to rub against your clit.

Just as you think to yourself just fucking do it already he crashes into you with one hard thrust hitting you all the way back, robbing the air from your lungs. You fall forward on the bed from the sheer force of his body against yours, buried as far in as he can go. His own groan flutters out of him along with your shriek of pleasure. His finger falls out of your ass as when you fall and he instead braces his hands by either side of your head to pin you down as he drives into you.

“Ohhh… FUCK.” He shouts, moaning a curse as his hips snap into you. With every jut of his hips his cock hits you deep down in that perfect spot. His body hovers over you, holding you down so you have no choice but to lay there and take it.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuc-kk.” He sounds lost, like he can’t even believe how good you feel, but you’re too gone to even speak, letting the delicious, stretched out, deep vibrating feeling of his cock take you over. Every time he snaps into you, driving deeper with every thrust, you sink deeper into the mattress.

By some miracle you manage to choke out the single word. “Harder…”

“Jesus fuck…” He pants, completely out of breath. “You want it harder?” He pulls out and you mourn the loss of him, whimpering and pouting even though he can’t see your face. He pulls your hips up to be back on all fours and he repositions himself. His strong hands wrap around your hips holding you in place, still not letting you move. He pulls his hips back and shoots his cock into you, hitting an even deeper angle.

The sounds you're making can’t be helped at this point as you scream out his name. With every pound of his cock into your suspended hips, he pulls you back to meet him. You do your best to fuck back onto him but his own power dominates yours so you let him control your body, pulling you exactly how he wants.

The head of his cock nudges your cervix and the sounds emitting from the gliding wet motions are sinful. The wet sounds fill the room and you can feel yourself dripping down your leg once more. It's hard to feel anything besides his hard length shooting into you. In this moment you feel grateful for existing as a hole for him to abuse however he should want.

His hand snakes up your body to grab your hair fastening it into a makeshift ponytail. He grabs hold of it pulling your head back as he fucks you.

“I wish you could see yourself right now… so fucking sexy.”

His other hand leaves your hip to land a harsh smack to your ass then a squeeze. He slows his movements, pulling out to snap back in hitting you hard and deep. He stills his body buried deep in you nudging slightly to hit you even deeper.

“Fuck fuck fuck do that again…” You groan.

He complies, driving his cock to the back of your walls nudging in as far as it’ll go.

You’re close. The way he’s fucking you won’t let you hold on much longer.

“Come on baby, give it up.” He grunts out showing you how close he is too. His finger comes back to slowly push into your ass.

“Fuck fuckkkk.”

He deepens his voice, grunting out a single demand. “Cum.”

Before you can control it, you’re cumming, hard. The world around you dissipates and all you can do is feel. Feel every inch of him, everywhere. Like a buzzing warm force taking over your body. You can hardly hear your own voice as it screams out, your hands twisting into the sheets as you shake and writh. It feels like if pleasure could be inflicted by the click of a button, he would be standing on it with all his weight.

You can feel him shooting into you, the slight sensation rippling through your body like a second wave, causing you to start all over again. You can hear his voice in the distance, moaning and panting your name over and over again.

Finally like the calm after a storm, you sink into the mattress as he stills behind you. It feels like even if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to sit up, or move in any way.

It’s a while before either of you speaks, but Jake breaks the silence.

“We’ll fuck me. That was the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“Yeah.” Is all you can manage to say. There’s no question, it definitely was.

His finger squirms still inside you causing you to tighten around it, still feeling tingly and jumpy. You whine at the sensation as he pushes it in again.

“Jakeee.”

“What it feels that good?” He teases.

He pulls his finger out making you feel slightly emptier than before. Then he pulls his cock out of you making you feel significantly more empty.

“So did I do it right?” He asks.

“What?”

“Did I fuck you just right? Did I give my girl what she wanted?”

.

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Spill it 2

[atinyniki]

it's okay.

group: stray kids !

pairing: nonidol!hyunjin x f!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, insecurities, usage of grounding methods, beginning of an anxiety attack, hyunjin tries his best, y/n has image issues, hyunjin comforts her, y/n is a chronic overthinker, they both struggle with communication, kind of sappy.

authors note: happy bday hyunjin… oops :3 this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1963

the tears run down your face like two turbid rivers, your mascara running down with them. the lightning-like streaks do nothing to ease your pain, as you stare into the mirror and look at yourself. 

normally, others would be admiring themselves in a place like this, all dolled up with a pretty dress on, but it’s not the same for you. you’re not marveling at yourself, no, you’re disgusted. 

the more you look, the more flaws you find. your eyes don’t look the same anymore, they’re tired and red. your nose is crooked, it looks weird from the front. your lips are chapped and bitten, your lipstick looks weird on it now. your face is chubby and swollen, and you blame it all on yourself.

this should be easy to handle. everyone goes through these rough patches, so why can’t you handle it? why is it so hard to be alone now, when you‘ve been independent all your life?

maybe you’ve gotten too attached to him, or maybe it’s the way he makes you feel. you’re not sure you believe a single thing he says about you when he admires you, but it’s enough to melt away all of the voices in your head telling you that you’re not enough. 

you quickly unzip the dress, climbing out of the itchy fabric. it hardly fits you anymore, another flaw you’ve found. you slip on your silk pajamas, the ones hyunjin bought you. they used to make you feel slim and beautiful.

you’re not sure you like them much anymore.

you wash your face, trying your best to remove the eyeshadow stains. your makeup has long expired, it’s been a while since the last time you’ve even tried to look pretty. the pink hues don’t come off your face though, so you choose to leave them there, instead drying your face and tying up your hair.

you open the door finally, only to see hyunjin already in bed. he’s scrolling through his phone, smiling at something, but you don’t question it. you wouldn’t be surprised if it was someone else, he’s probably bored of you by now anyways.

you slowly climb into bed, careful not to bother him too much, but quickly face away from him. 

he doesn’t seem to notice.

you start feeling self conscious. he always helps you. he always pulls you out of his headspace. he always knows what’s wrong.

why doesn’t he know something’s wrong?

are you acting different? are you too much for him? does he not care anymore? did he really get bored of you?

why doesn’t he know something’s wrong?

you stay facing the window, afraid of what he could say if he saw your condition right now. you hear him put down his phone onto the nightstand, and he finally turns towards your back. maybe he’ll realize that something’s wrong now.

but he doesn’t.

you feel a chill go down your spine as you feel his breath brush your neck, but you don’t dare turn around. you feel another tear slipping from your eye, and quickly wipe it away. your nose is stuffy, but you can’t make a sound.

he’ll hear you.

you can feel him inching closer towards you, and then you finally feel his cold fingertips on your neck. his heartbeat drums lightly against your back, comforting you a bit. that is of course, until you lose your focus and accidentally sniffle too loudly.

“baby?”

you can’t bring yourself to turn around. “baby, are you crying?”

you shake your head, “no, my nose is just stuffy”.

“will you turn around for me, love?”

you know you can’t listen to him, it’ll only make everything worse, but you still bring yourself to turn around. the look on his face once he sees your bloodshot eyes has your heart twisting and turning inside your chest.

“i’m sorry hyune…”

he slowly reaches a hand up to touch your face, but you move away. you wish he could just read your mind.

he takes a quick mental note to ask next time before touching you. “what’s wrong dear?”

“nothings wrong, i’m okay hyunjin”

he lets out a soft sigh and closes his eyes, contemplating what to say next. meanwhile, the tears have started to flow nonstop. the ache in your chest has only gotten worse.

maybe you’re really too much for him now…

before you let you thoughts ruin you again, hyunjin’s voice snaps you out of it. “is it okay if i come a little closer sweetheart?”

you can only bring yourself to nod as he scoots himself towards you. he’s still careful to keep a small space between you two, too afraid to push any boundaries. 

“can i hold your hand?”, his voice is shaking, scared he’s done something to hurt you. 

“yeah…”, he reaches down under the blanket, grabbing your hands and bringing them up to his lips. they feel soft, like you’ve always remembered them. it’s been a while since you’ve felt them on your hands like this.

carefully, he plants small kisses on your knuckles. your breath gets caught in your throat every time he looks up at you with those teary eyes. “what’s got my pretty girl so upset?”

the sentence alone is enough to force the tears out of you freely, and you can’t stop yourself from falling apart. 

“can i hold you, y/n?”

you nod, moving closer towards him and hugging him around the waist. the second you two make contact, he quickly pulls you closer and carefully lowers your head onto his shoulder.

“i’m here, okay? what’s wrong my love?”

you cry even louder now, your body shaking with your sobs. you try to get some words out, but only soft whimpers can be heard throughout the room. “calm down, you’re okay…”

“i… i c-can’t—“, your breaths become heavily labored, but hyunjin quickly catches on. you trust him with your heart, he always knows what to do.

he runs his fingers through your hair slowly, careful not to startle you. “can you breathe with me darling?”

you nod, taking a deep breath. you can feel him shudder against you, and it only causes you to cling on tighter. his warm breath hits your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. 

“just a couple more, hm?”

“o-okay…”

his heartbeat is the only thing you can hear aside from your sniffles. it’s grounding, in a sense. before you can catch yourself, he tilts your head up so that you’re looking right at him.

“hey pretty girl… are you with me?”

you shake your head. “don’t call me that.”

he smiles, pushing the hair out of your face so that he can get a proper look at you. “no? you’re not my pretty girl?”

“n-no… hyune… not pretty.”, you sob. his expression shifts almost instantly, as he stares at you with a dumbfounded expression. “where is this coming from?”

“hyunjin… i’ve never been pretty.”

“says who?”, his voice begins to get a little heavier with every word, and you can see his face slowly getting redder in the darkness.

“no one said anything… just please don’t be mad at me…”

“i could never be mad at you over that, hm? what’s wrong lovey?”, he smiles, regardless of the pain he feels in his chest. it’s something he’s always done for you, he hates leaving you to rot in your own thoughts.

“i look… different. i know it’s been a while since we went on a date but… i don’t look good anymore, even with makeup on. my dresses hardly fit me and i’ve just been gaining so much weight and im ugly… im so—“

before you can get the apology out, he quickly shuts you up with a kiss. you want to pull away, you know he doesn’t deserve to be with someone like you, but you can’t help it. he kisses you so softly, as if you’re the most fragile thing in the world. his now warm hands cup your face and his thumbs stroke your cheeks. it’s like he’s pouring his entire heart out with one action.

he finally pulls away from you, but stays close, your noses still touching. “don’t say that… please. you are my pretty girl, and you mean a lot to me. it’s not just about your looks, you know”

“you don’t always have to baby me, you know…”, you whisper.

you hear his breath hitch in his throat, but he decides on not saying anything, instead pulling away slowly to give you space. “tell me what you need, i want to help. you know you’re the only one for me, right?”

“i’m not sure. sometimes i don’t feel appreciated enough. i know you already do a lot for me, but sometimes i just want to be told that i’m loved directly…”

he smiles at you again, but you can see the pain in his eyes. you knew he would never take these things lightly, but it makes you want to take every single thing that you’ve said back.

“i love you. i mean it. i wish i would have said it more, and i want you to love yourself too. please don’t set standards for yourself just because of me…”

this time around, you grab his hand, and move closer to wrap your arms around his torso. “don’t beat yourself up about it. i know you do. it’s just my stupid overthinking.”

“don’t call it stupid, my love. i understand. but i do think you’re beautiful. i love your personality more than anything, and i can’t imagine myself with anyone other than you. do you understand that? i may deserve better, but i want you”. he sniffles lightly, too scared to let you see him in such a weak place.

“it’s okay to cry, hyunjin.”

and so he does. he cries and cries and holds onto you like you’re his lifeline. you can hear the small apologies slip past his lips as he whimpers into your chest.

you’ve never seen him like this. it’s never been this bad. you’re starting to wonder if it was you who broke him like this…

“we can work on all this, okay? would you like that, y/n?”

you nod in response, but you can’t help the last question from slipping out. “do you still care about me the way you used to?”. you don’t realize that you’ve even said it until he lifts his head up to look at you. slowly pushing himself off of you, he clears his throat.

“my feelings for you haven’t changed, but the way that i express them has. i’ll try to be better with these things, y/n. i promise.”

before you can tell him that it’s okay, he turns around and faces the window, opposite from you. you don’t want to bother him anymore tonight, and you figure you’ll talk about this the next morning, so you leave him be.

you turn around to face the wall instead of his back. it feels weird sleeping like this. it feels weird to not feel his warmth against you.

sleep doesn’t find you for a while. maybe it’s because hyunjin isn’t holding you this time. that is, of course, until you feel him turn around and hug you from behind.

his hands fix themselves around your waist, and you reach your hands down to hold his. you need to understand that this is just as hard for him too. “angel?”

“mmm?”, you mumble tiredly. “can we talk about this tomorrow?”

“of course, whenever you’d like, hyunjin.”

he kisses over your neck in response, eliciting small giggles from you. they make his heart flutter again, something he hasn’t felt properly in a long time. “tickles…”, you smile.

“y/n?”

“yes?”

“i love you.”

[undercoveravenger]

Venomous

Pairing: Venom!Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “venom!Billy Hargrove confusing reader (dressed as spiderman for Halloween) as actual spiderman!Steve and going after him. take it however you want to”

A/N: Happy Halloween! Here’s part 2 of your Halloween surprise (I really like this AU by the way- if anyone wants anything else in this au, please feel free to request it!)

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The streets of Hawkins were practically empty this late at night, especially with pretty much everyone either asleep or at one of the dozens of Halloween parties raging on across the city. Hell, you were just coming from one that Tommy H and Carol had put on and Steve had dragged you to. You’d put up with about two hours of costumed young adults dancing and partying around you before you finally managed to make your escape, the cold autumn air chilling you through the thin spandex of your cheap Spider-Man costume as you wandered down the abandoned streets in the direction of your home.

The normal sounds of the city echoed around you, distant car horns and alley cats rustling through trash and music pouring through the doors of packed clubs. Tall buildings rise on either side of you as you turn down an alleyway that you’ve used as a shortcut a million times, but today you aren’t as vigilant as you normally are, not with the slow buzz of alcohol in your veins and the edges of the eye-holes of the mask limiting your vision. 

That’s probably why you’re so knocked off guard when something slams into you with all the force of a semi-truck, brick fracturing around you as you’re thrown up against the wall of some long-closed business. “Gotcha now, Spider-Man,” a massive fanged maw snarls, wide white eyes narrowing as an alien face looms before you, “And there’s no getting away from me this time.” A huge dark hand curls around your throat, the flesh shifting and flexing and crawling against your skin in a way that was certainly not human. “Today, Spider-Man, you die.”

As it speaks, you realize what must’ve happened. That this creature - Venom if you remembered the headlines of the trashy newspapers correctly - must’ve seen you walking home in your costume and mistaken you for the real hero of Hawkins. With the darkness blurring the poor quality of your suit, you must’ve looked enough like the real deal with your mask on for one of the vigilante’s foes to target you. 

You squirm, trying in vain to get yourself even a fraction of breathing room only for the viscous material of Venom’s hand to follow you, keeping the pressure constant and unyielding. The edge of your vision has started going dark by the time you manage to sputter out a weak, “‘M not him-” you fight for every ragged gasp of air, “Not Spider-Man.”

Venom hesitates at that, grip loosening just enough for breathing to come easier. His head cocks to the side as he examines you, seeming to only now notice the differences between your build and Spider-Man’s - your height, your physique, everything that sets you apart from the hero he had been looking for. His hand moves then, catching against the edge of your mask and tugging it up and off then. Venom’s eyes widen as he sees you without your mask and you can’t quite tell what he is thinking before he drops you, hands flying away from where they’d been touching you as though he’d been burned.

You’re left reeling, chest heaving as you scramble to catch your breath, the towering alien pacing wildly before you. You can catch snippets of conversation, bits of growled words in Venom’s harsh tone met with something quieter, smooth and honeyed and just a little familiar. Eventually you’re able to push yourself back to your feet and you start to edge back down the alley the way you’d come, feet scuffling quietly over gravel and debris. You are almost convinced that you’ll be able to get away before a piece of glass shatters under your shoe and the hulking creature whips around to face you, wide white eyes narrowing to almost slits as he stalks toward you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Venom snarls, hand jerking forward to grab at you, only to freeze before he could touch you, like he was unable to actually touch you. You watch the oozy substance of his face waver before you, parting and falling away to reveal a face you recognize.

You’d seen Venom’s true face before- in class watching you from across the room. Studying you from the opposing team when your gym class was broken up for basketball. Looking up from his place across from your best friend, fists bruised and bloodied from splitting Steve’s lip and darkening his eyes. Between throngs of drunken and dancing people, alluring blue eyes never faltering from where they met yours, intent and fixated from where he was watching you, lips moving faintly like he was having a conversation you couldn’t hear. And now, as you’re putting together the pieces of Billy Hargrove’s secret identity, you realize that maybe he was. Maybe Venom had known just as much who you were as he had known of his enemy in Spider-Man. 

The look in Billy’s eyes isn’t aggressive though, not the way they were when he looked at Steve or his step-sister Max or when someone talked a bit too loudly about Spider-Man’s heroics. His eyes are soft, warmer than you’ve ever seen them as the inky black murk of Venom retreats back into him and he steps toward you. A hand comes up to cup your face as he guides you up to face him. “Quite the costume choice,” he says, lips twisting up into a way you’d come to recognize as sarcastic. “Had both of us fooled for a minute there.”

You struggle around words for a long moment before you manage to speak, “I won’t tell anyone-” you manage to force out. “That you’re-” You swallow sharply, “I won’t say anything.”

Billy laughs and for a second you’re sure you hear an echo. “I know you won’t darlin’,” he drawls, voice like honey and eyes like oceans. “You wouldn’t believe what V thinks about you, y’know?” He snickers a little, pressing forward into your space and crowding you back against the battered brick wall behind you. “I know what I think about you isn’t always fit for polite conversation, but he takes it to an entirely different level. He’s always trying to tempt me into doing something I shouldn’t- something fun. You want to do something fun?” He hums then, ducking forward to nose against your throat and up under your jaw, and you know you should be struggling, pushing him away and running as fast as your feet can carry you, but there had always been something so alluring about Billy Hargrove and to hear that he’d felt the same about you, that the proverbial devil on his shoulder had been tempting him with thoughts about you- 

Well, it was certainly an interesting revelation.

Your head tips back against the wall behind you as Billy presses closer, kissing and biting at your neck and jawline. You knew you shouldn’t- not after finding out he was a supervillain certainly, but God, the offer is beyond tempting, especially with Billy so eager against you. Almost without your bidding, your hands come up to clutch at his waist, fingers tucking through the belt loops of his jeans to pull him closer. You tell yourself that this doesn’t have to mean anything- that it doesn’t have to come with strings attached even as you feel the loose ends of the rope pulling taught around you, tying you to Billy and to Venom too. You’re sure that Steve will have a lot to say to you later about your choice in men and how you really shouldn’t make out with his alter-ego’s nemesis in dingy alleys, but with Billy’s mouth pressing aching hungry kisses to yours, you can’t really bring yourself to care.

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 58

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 55, part 56, part 57

the first half takes place during part 35, the second half takes place after part 37,

“Did you get it?” Eddie asks as Steve closes the door behind him.

Steve nods, pulling a takeout bag out from under his jacket, placing it on the tray. He pulls out a burger and hands it to Eddie.

He can’t unwrap it fast enough. After weeks of eating nothing but hospital slop, all he wanted was a greasy burger. Something that drips down his wrists with flavor that’s so rich it could kill you. Eddie bites into it and has to hold back a moan.

“You must go there a lot, they knew it was you from the order.”

It’s not like he’s that creative, just the perfect amount of pain in the cook’s ass for them to know it’s him. Regular cheeseburger, hold the tomato, double the pickles, and an onion ring. If he’s feeling it, a little bit of hot sauce. Fries on the side and a medium coke.

“Nah,” Eddie says over a mouthful of food. “Just how memorable I am.”

Steve snorts, “I’m sure.” He unwraps his own burger and turns to the television. Watching the dumb soap operas that play twenty-four seven. It was their thing, watching them and yelling at the characters for making dumb decisions. Or that one instant where they were both upset when their favorite character died.

What Steve doesn’t know, is that Eddie doesn’t really watch the TV when he’s here. Because, when everything else in his life hurts, he takes these moments to let himself live a little. Taking the risk in the areas he can.

The best part of it all, is that even when Steve catches him, he never judges. Or assumes. Or anything. He just smiles when they lock eyes before turning away again. It’s like he doesn’t care that Eddie’s staring. He just lets it happen.

It’s reckless, what Eddie’s doing. It’s a path that’s going to lead to more pain. There’s no end that will lead to these stupid feelings going anywhere. Steve was straight, Eddie wasn’t. If Eddie’s lucky, Steve won’t care about that. But he can’t see this ending without Steve being uncomfortable. Who wouldn’t be in this situation.

Eddie just couldn’t stop. For these moments, he wasn’t trapped in a hospital bed. His legs were fully functional, and his arms didn’t shake when he lifted them. There wasn’t a burn that encircled his abdomen, marking each and every inch of healed skin. No nausea from the pain.

He was normal again. So if this road ended in heartbreak, Eddie would travel down it willingly. Just if it meant feeling something other than pain.

And sometimes, if he let himself believe it, when Steve locks eyes with him, it could be real.

“How’s your burger?”

Such a simple question, but it captivates him. Everything about Steve captivates him.

“Good. Thanks for getting it.”

He smiles. That sinful smile. “It’s no problem. I can’t imagine being holed up here for this long, I’d be begging for anything other than the shit they bring you.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “If I see oatmeal again, it will be too soon.”

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugs. “Make it right and it’s not so bad.”

“Would consider you much of a chef, there, Steve.” Eddie crumples up the empty wrapper and leans forward to put it in the bag. Ignoring the pain that shoots up his arms as his muscles stretch. The constant tremor of his hands as they move.

“Well when you live by yourself, you learn pretty fast that you need to learn how to make something other than frozen pizza.”

Something Eddie’s learned about Steve is that he just drops random facts about himself and plays them off as normal. When, in reality, they’re not. They’re a lot sadder than they should be.

Steve keeps surprising him with how sad he really is. Now that he sees it, it’s hard not to notice.

“Maybe you can make me something when me and Wayne move in.”

Because that was happening. He still can’t believe Wayne actually agreed to it, but he was glad he did. He deserved to stay someplace where he didn’t have to worry that much. Eddie’s put him through enough these past three months, he doesn’t need anything else weighing on him.

And if it meant he didn’t have to pop this little bubble that he lives in with Steve, well then who was he to argue.

“Maybe,” Steve smiles. God, that smile would make Eddie believe anything.

Even this.

Wayne stops by in the evening, passing Steve on his way out. The nurses bring in Eddie’s dinner tray, not knowing he’s going to ignore all of this. Now that his bills are being paid off, he can afford to let some things go to waste. Which is a crazy concept.

But he will eat the Jello. It’s the only thing on this plate that actually looks edible.

“How’s living in the mansion,” he asks Wayne. The disbelief that he will actually get to know what that is like still amazing him.

“Don’t think it’s officially a mansion,” Wayne downplays. He always does that. “It’s just a big house.”

A house bigger than Eddie’s ever dreamed of living in. “Same thing.”

“It’s fine,” he responds, watching as Eddie stabs the Jello with his fork.

“And living with Steve?”

He doesn’t know the answer he’s begging for, but he needs something. Something to prove to him that Steve is like this outside of this room. Outside of the chaos. That the person he’s falling for faster than he should is the person he thinks he is, and it wasn’t just some cruel façade.

“Also fine,” Wayne answers, a knowing lilt to his voice.

A breath of relief leaves Eddie’s lungs before he realizes it. Before he feels the weight of Wayne’s stare, and the knowingness behind it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Eddie finally eats the Jello, the little bits he’s made falling off of the fork. Why they don’t give him a spoon, he doesn’t know.

“Because I know you, and I’ve seen this look before. Didn’t like it then and I don’t like it now.”

Then wasn’t like this. Then was back in high school when Eddie was stupidly optimistic about his romantic prowess. Now, he’s a little more realistic. Except every single time Steve walks through that door, there’s this bubbling hope that makes him want to throw up. That maybe, just maybe, he isn’t wrong about it this time. It terrifies him to think that it could be real.

Eddie clicks his tongue, trying to get the topic to change. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?”

“No, you don’t.” Eddie doesn’t mean to, but he slams the Jello down onto the tray. His arms never quite working in the way he needs them to. But it gets Wayne to shup up, to move on.

Because, as much as he hates to admit it, Wayne does know Eddie. He knows, and it’s too much to have another person know. It’s bad enough that he has feelings for Steve at all, it’s another thing to have someone know about it. Especially when he knows what Wayne is going to say.

Wayne has this thing where he likes to get stuck in the past. Look at people for what they’ve done and nothing else. Which isn’t bad, it’s something Eddie’s done too. But with Steve, he’s changed so much that Eddie’s afraid Wayne going to see the reputation he’s had before as the end all be all. That he’s going to get all protective and refuse to think that this could be a good thing.

Most of all, though, he’s afraid that saying the feelings out loud are going to make them real. Right now, it’s a fantasy to help him sleep at night. But as soon as someone knows, as soon as it gets out, it’s more. It’s real. Something Eddie has to deal with real consequences for.

He’s not ready for that. 

. . .

It’s one of those nights where Eddie can’t sleep. Not because he doesn’t want to, he’s practically begging to. But because the pain is just loud enough to still be painful. After weeks of living with it, it’s gotten better. Or more, Eddie’s gotten so used to it that he thinks it’s gotten better. But he hopes that it actually has.

Night like these, though, when the dull hum he’s gotten used to grows into a screaming storm that just won’t stop, he can’t sleep. His body is exhausted. His mind is tired, and his eyes droop closed. Yet, he still can’t sleep.

To make matters worse, he’s so damn thirsty. Which means he has to move.

Taking the blankets off him already makes him want to quit. Waves of pain shooting up his arm, making his muscles tense. Still sore from the physical therapy appointment he had yesterday. He lets it fall back on the bed and takes a few deep breaths. Then, he sits up.

Fire spreads through his body, burning. Making his skin hot, and his brain scream out to lay back down.

Still, this wasn’t as bad as it could be.

He grabs his crutches and uses them as leverage to stand. His legs joining the fire as he starts to walk out of the room. Each step feels like knives, but not he’s stepping on them. Like there is a cage around each of his legs filled with needles, and every step forces them to break skin.

Most days, he can get through it. Tonight, it’s enough to make him fall to the floor and give up.

But maybe the universe decides to give him some form of relief, because when he gets to the kitchen, Steve’s there. Sitting in the dull light of the kitchen, eating.

He hears Eddie coming and turns to look at him. “Hey.”

Eddie hasn’t seen Steve in three days. Not since the morning after he moved in. Then, it looked like Steve was hit by a bus. Face drained and tired, barely able to stand. He looks just slightly better than that. Like the bus didn’t manage to kill him.

“Hey.” It comes out pained. He sets his crutches against the side of the island and sits down. Needing a minute to catch his breath.

Steve’s face fills with a concern he’d rather not see. “You ok?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he explains. “Came out here to get some water, but need a breather.”

He nods, that concern morphing into a state of understanding. Out of everyone, Steve is the one who can understand this the most. He never will completely understand it, but it’s just enough where he knows pity won’t change anything. It’s something Eddie’s grateful for. Sitting here, with Steve, he doesn’t need to mask it, doesn’t need to dull it on the outside for the betterment of whoever’s seeing it. He can sit here and feel it, instead of trying to make everyone else around him feel better about it.

“Want me to get you some?” Steve asks, nothing but consideration in his voice.

Eddie nods. His legs already dreading getting up again. “Please.”

Silently, Steve gets up and grabs a glass from the cabinet. For someone with such a big reputation, most things Steve does are silent. When he’s moving around in a place he doesn’t have to hide, the rawness that lies beneath the surface shines. Eddie likes seeing this side of Steve.

Eddie thanks Steve when the water is placed in front of him. Takes a deep breath to gather himself for the pain that sparks when he lifts it to drink. “How’s your head,” Eddie asks. Generally curious, but also wanting distraction.

“Liks someone keeps stabbing it, but with a smaller knife this time. At least I can eat something now.”

“That is an improvement.” Eddie winces when he puts the glass down, the pain really giving him no breaks.

“Bad night?”

Eddie laughs. “You have no idea. Hasn’t been this bad since I woke up. You weren’t kidding about the scars.”

If the pain itself wasn’t enough, his scars sting. He can feel every place those fuckers bit into his skin. Feel the stretch of regrown skin pull with each movement. An itch so deep that it makes him want to claw the skin right off again.

“Yeah, I’d say it gets better, but I still wake up from it sometimes.”

“It gets better, it doesn’t get better, which is it? You all keep telling me things and I’m not sure which to believe anymore.”

Steve sighs. “Probably because we don’t even know what to believe. It’ve been doing this shit for four years, and each one gets worse. And there are days where I get and I feel normal, think it might be the end of everything. Then I get a nightmare that gets me reaching for the bat under my bed and I get so scared of a shadow I almost break a hole in my wall. Better starts feeling like a word you don’t know the definition of anymore.”

He turns to look at Eddie. His face reeks of tiredness and lingering pain. Like half the soul inside was sucked away, leaving this. It’s so vulnerable, Eddie finds cruel comfort in it. The kind that rots in his core, because how could he be comforted by another’s pain. Yet, to know he isn’t alone is a feeling he can’t explain.

“I started making small goals for myself,” Eddie starts. “At first it was walking to the bathroom by myself. Then standing for longer periods of time. Do one extra rep for this exercise. Just to prove that something is changing, that there’s the possibility that I could get better. Some days I don’t think that’s in the cards for me.”

“Better doesn’t mean perfect. Robin said that to me a while ago. It didn’t really help then, I had just started getting my really bad migraines and I—I thought that I’d spend the rest of my life suffering. And the medications help, but not entirely. But I am still better than I was a year ago. Doesn’t mean I’ll ever reach perfection, but I’ll take better.”

Eddie lets that thought roll around in his mind for a moment. The words themselves seep compassion, but he can’t help but feel the wrongness of it all. The desperate claw to get back to where he was. To touch that guitar that’s sitting in the corner of his room and actually be able to play it again.

Progress, healing, everything after this has taken time. Eddie hates it. He’s so used to jumping from thing to thing, learning a new song to drawing up a new campaign. Finding joy in the things that he loves is becoming work that will make him resent it. It was easy for him once, he doesn’t know how to make it easy again.

“I know it’s hard,” Steve continues. He looks at Eddie again. The trust Eddie holds in this gaze should be criminal. “I know I’ll never know your pain. All I can tell you is that it does get better, however that looks for you. And don’t let yourself get dragged down when it doesn’t get better immediately, it’ll only make things worse.”

“Wow, when did Steve Harrington get so wise?” Eddie jokes. It feels wrong on his tongue, but it’s all he can do instead of crying.

Steve snorts. A soft smile forming on his lips. “Years of practice.”

Is it cruel to think that Eddie could kiss him right now? That, now that he’s thinking about it, they’re sitting so close to each other it would be so easy. It could be the easiest thing Eddie’s done in weeks, just lean a few inches and know what’s it like to kiss someone without the fear of getting caught. To know what it’s like to kiss Steve.

For a second, Steve blinks, his eyes glancing down and back up again. He could do it, right now. But he doesn’t.

Because Eddie is a coward, and a shameful one at that.

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[hqbaby]

sixteen — this is real

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.5k content. swearing, pretty tame tbh

him: wanna come over tonight?

y/n the love of my life: sorry!! got plans

Suna can’t help the frown that takes over his features as he stares at your message. It’s not a big deal. You’ve turned him down before, this isn’t anything special. In fact, this is completely normal. Did he really expect you to drop everything going on in your life for him? Of course not.

Logic doesn’t stop it from bothering him though. The truth is that he hasn’t been alone with you since you left him that one night. Sure, he sees you around friends but you never really talk because you’re not supposed to be this close. Sure, it’s only been four days since that night but still. It unsettles him, it makes him feel like he doesn’t know where the two of you stand.

“Sorry, Bo, I got plans with Y/N tonight.”

Suna’s head shoots up to find Atsumu grinning at their teammate. What?

Bokuto waves it off. “No biggie, bro!” he says. “Say hi to her for me.”

“Will do.” Atsumu closes his locker and turns to look at Suna. “Ya good, man?”

So he’s your “plans,” Suna thinks. It makes him want to hurl. He hates it.

“Yeah,” he manages to say, already sprinting out of the locker room. “I’m fine.”

He’s not fine. He feels like he’s burning from inside out at the thought of you ditching him for Atsumu. Fucking Atsumu. Don’t you know that he used to cry after science exams? That he had to take his driving test four times? That he and Osamu once spent an entire week finishing a 10,000 piece puzzle while everyone else thought they had died?

Suna slams his head on his steering wheel. It doesn’t matter if you know any of that. All that matters is that you’re choosing Atsumu. Instead of him.

He pulls his phone out and starts typing a message to some girl who gave him her number at a party. She wouldn’t say no to him. He knows she wouldn’t. And that’s why he can’t bring himself to send the message, why he throws his phone on the passenger seat and drives back home instead of doing anything stupid.

Kiyoko reaches her leg out and pokes you with her toe. “What’s up with you?”

You glance up from the lab report you’re working on, bemused. “With me?” you ask. “Not much, dude. What about you?”

She gives you a knowing look. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Am not!”

“You’re withholding gossip!” she accuses, grinning as she points a finger at you. “Come on! I need to know what’s going on!”

You put your laptop away. “Nothing’s going on!” you tell her, but there’s a smile in your voice that says otherwise. “Well, nothing too crazy at least.”

“Tell me!”

You start laughing as your roommate hops onto your bed, grabbing one of your pillows while she looks at you eagerly. “It’s really nothing,” you say. “‘Tsumu just kinda sorta… asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are,” she says. “Because if he actually did that, you wouldn’t be seeing him tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you said no to him. You’re nice, you don’t string guys along after you turn them down.”

You stare at her. She stares at you. You stare at her. She cocks her head to the side. You give a small nod.

“Holy shit!” she exclaims. “You said yes?!”

“Not yet!”

“Yet?!”

You’re laughing as she tries to tackle you. “Dude, chill!” you say. “We don’t know what’s gonna happen!”

She shakes her head, hands on your shoulders as she rattles you around. “You have to tell me,” she says, leaning close enough to make her already-wide eyes look wider, “do you love him?”

“I don’t know!” you say, pushing her away.

You furrow your brows at the words that fall out of your mouth. You were supposed to say no. Why didn’t you say no?

“You don’t know?”

“Are you using me as an excuse to avoid your homework?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject.

“Doesn’t matter!” she says. “Wait. What about Suna?”

You wince. 

The truth is that you don’t know what’s going to happen with Suna. You’ve been avoiding him ever since the night that you decided not to stay over. You still see him when you hang out with his friends and go visit his team, but you never talk to him, sticking to your usual polite-but-not-close relationship in public.

It’s been eating you alive and you don’t really know why. You’re going to have to talk to him eventually, about Atsumu, about everything. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason, it feels like it is. Why?

“If I say yes to Atsumu,” you say carefully, “I guess things with Rin will be over.”

It hits you as soon as you say it.

Over.

It seems so final, so unnecessary. Surely, there’s a better way to do this. This can’t be it.

Kiyoko looks thoughtful, like she’s considering her words very carefully. Then, she asks, “How do you feel about that? You know, ending things with Suna.”

You shrug. This time you know you mean it when you say, “I don’t know.”

You’re sitting in Atsumu’s car with your head leaned against the window. You haven’t planned anything special tonight, just eating take-out and driving around. Normally, you’d be talking each other’s ears off, but you can’t seem to focus right now.

Ever since your talk with Kiyoko that afternoon, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Suna. It bugs you more than you know it should and that only makes it worse.

“Yer quiet tonight,” Atsumu says. His voice isn’t accusatory or harsh, like he’s just making an observation. “Somethin’ botherin’ ya?”

You chew your bottom lip and fiddle with the straw of your drink. “Yeah. Just a little.”

He hums. “Do ya wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you tell him quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” Atsumu says, glancing over to give you a reassuring smile. He finds a spot near the lake on campus and parks nearby. “We can talk about anythin’ ya want. Or not. We can just sit here and eat. That’s okay too.”

He turns the engine off and rolls the windows down, the autumn air drifting in. There are a few other people in the area, groups of friends daring each other to dive into the lake and couples talking or getting into arguments. It’s a night like any other and, as you sit there eating and listening to the playlist you and Atsumu put together, you know you wouldn’t mind spending more of your time like this.

“Have you ever had to let something go?”

The question just falls out of you. It fills the gaps in the air like it was always meant to be there. Like it was something you were always meant to ask.

“Anythin’ in particular?” he asks, taking a sip of his drink.

You look out the window and see a girl, soaked to the bone, walk out of the lake before chasing after her friends. 

“A person,” you say, “after you realized that you wanted different things.”

“Yer not talkin’ ‘bout me are ya?” His tone is teasing.

You shake your head and smile at him. “No.”

You catch the way he looks at you. His gaze is soft and warm and kind. It makes you feel like you’re all that matters to him at this moment. Like the rest of the world is just static. 

The only other person who ever looked at you that way was Suna and he only noticed when he was inside you in one way or another.

It feels different when Atsumu does it. It makes you feel like you matter just by existing.

“So,” you say, trying to stop yourself from focusing too much on the look on his face, “have you ever had to let someone go?”

He considers your question for a moment. “I have,” he tells you. “‘Samu actually.”

That catches you off-guard. The twins are absolutely inseparable, as far as you know. “‘Samu?”

“Yeah.” He nods, getting into it now. “In highschool I thought that we were gonna do volleyball together forever. I couldn’t imagine a world where I’d have to go at it without ‘im, but that’s what happened.

“I was so mad.” He chuckles, clearly recalling a fond—or maybe not so fond—memory. “We got in a big fight and… it wasn’t pretty.”

You nod along, the story distracting you from any thoughts of Suna. “What happened?”

Atsumu sighs. “I had to get used to it,” he tells you. “We had different dreams and it wasn’t right that I pushed mine on ‘im. It wasn’t ‘Samu’s job to change and I wasn’t bein’ fair to either of us by thinking he would.”

He offers you a smile, all boyish and a little shy. He knows the vulnerability should irk him, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s talking to you. Not when you’re looking at him all nice and understanding and so fucking gorgeous.

You lean over the console and kiss him. It’s short and sweet but it means everything to the two of you.This is real, you tell yourself. You don’t know much else but you know that this—you and Atsumu and all the little spaces in between, this—is as real as you’re going to get.

notes. THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM *mic drops and runs for the hills*

[daflangstlairde-art]

"Once More to See You"

Part 1 of whenever, wherever (we'll always be together)

Fanfic summary:

It's just... Sans was gone for a year, to him. And now here he was, a walkin’ tragedy named after postmortem monster remains, more powerful than anyone Red has met and yet chilling with him on the balcony.  Red was not fumbling this again. No way.

Chapter 2, 2,965 words

Credits, content warnings and further information on ao3.

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Red was lucky he didn't need physical contact to bring Sans– ...Dust along through the Void. Anyone else, he'd be worried they’d fall off and get stuck, but Dust was probably even better at Red’s tricks than Red. 

In a few jumps, they were at the apartment, Red placing a hand on the wall to catch his breath, still sweaty. Dust gave zero reaction. 

Red and Edge’s apartment was nothin’ fancy. Ebott City wasn't especially populated so they’d managed to get a two bedroom without that much hassle. One room that served as atrium and living room and kitchen, an attached balcony, one bathroom, don't need that much else. It was high up — strategic, since Red could use his shortcuts and if need be, Edge could use his magic for a softer greeting to the ground. Just in case. It had large windows overlooking the city, though they usually kept the blinds in the living room lowered but the slits open to let in light. 

It wasn't lavishly furnished or anything. Pretty sparse actually. Boss kept it clean. 

“hol’ on, i’m not sure what we actually got to eat–” Red beelined for the fridge. He wasn't about to offer S– uh, Dust his own unfinished lunch. 

“don't worry about it,” Dust cut him off. Hands still in his pockets, hood on, casual and unbothered by anything. Someone could point a gun to his face and he wouldn't even blink. 

“nah, think we got some veggie soup–” yeah, there it was, some beef jerky–

“leave it.” Dust said. “i just want a nap,” welp, if he was that sure. Red reluctantly closed the fridge. It sat wrong with him to not feed Dust, but whatever, he’ll bully him about it later. 

“my room’s on the right, other one is boss’,” Red pointed to the corresponding door, watching Dust pause in his step. 

“it’s fine, i can take the couch.” he muttered. 

“hell naw,” Red immediately argued, “go sleep in a semi normal space, s– dust... uh...” aw what's a fun nickname? 

“i don't mind,” Dust shrugged. 

“i don't care,” Red sniped back, making shooing motions at him, “to my room you go,” 

“jeez, you want me in your bed that bad?” Dust teased, grin a little sly. Every joke and tease that came from him eased a bit of Red’s tension. 

“can't say i don't,” Red replied in spirit, grinning as always, “you should take y’ clothes off too, y’ gonna get dust on everything,” 

Dust’s eyes guttered out, and fuck, Red misstepped. He got a little too comfortable. Had to remember who he’s speakin’ to. He did his best to not give away bracing for an attack. He still wasn't entirely sure how volatile Dust was. 

“...yeah.” the other muttered simply. “wouldn't want that to happen.” he turned his back on Red and walked to his bedroom, with the sound of a zipper being undone. Red debated whether he should follow. He should, like... make the bed or something...? Not that it was much of a bed. He was still rockin’ that floor mattress style. 

Red followed after Dust into the bedroom, mostly to kick some dirty clothes on the floor a bit to the side, close the curtains more fully, that sort of thing. Polite and respectful and all, he didn't look at Dust undressing, even though there ain't much nude about a skeleton. While Red switched off the lights with a click, he listened to the mattress dipping and the shuffle of the blanket. 

Dust curled up on the side closer to the wall and therefore farther from the window. Back turned towards Red. Blanket covering him almost completely, just a bit of his skull visible buried in the pillow. 

His clothes were ditched in a dusty pile on the floor. The scarf wasn't among them. 

Red picked up the heap, dust particles floating down. He grimaced. Gross, but nothing unusual. He exited the room to stuff them into the already halfway full washer — Dust would probably appreciate having his own clothes to wear when he woke up. 

With a few beeps, the washer was tumblin’ away at it. 

Red returned to the bedroom, opening his drawers to dig out something temporary for Dust to wear if he needed it. Just a plain gray sweatshirt with a hood, and some black pants, long. That should do. He left them at Dust’s feet. 

“holler if y’ need anything,” Red told him, resisting the urge to lay a hand on the bed lump that was Dust. “anything at all,” he assured. 

Dust didn't give him a reply, face entirely smothered in the blanket. 

Red wanted to linger, but left him to it, closing the door with a soft click. 

He turned back to his living room, at last. Sighed. Dragged a hand down his face.

Jeez. 

LV 20. 

Fuck. You don't just trip and fall into that number. What the hell happened to Dust?

...And how the hell was Red supposed to deal with any of it?

Dust carried himself like a corpse that was already six feet under but just hadn't realized it yet. His cold, sharp aura clung to him like... well. Like dust. Red could feel the traces of it even a room away. Hyper aware of the theoretical murder machine laying in his bed. 

...Dammit, he had to text Papyrus to let him know. He imagined the boss coming home with all his usual volume and winced. Yeah, that would go swell, totally.

Red sat back on the couch, his soup having long gone cold, but that's not what he was thinking about right now anyway.

Red dialed up Edge. The boss knew he wouldn't be calling in the middle of the day for any stupid reason, so the phone barely rang for three before the other’s voice came through. Red had the foresight to lower his damn volume. 

“Why Are You Calling Me In The Middle Of The Day?!” Edge demanded without a second’s delay.

“jeez, not even a hi?” Red teased.

“Sans.” growled through. 

“yeah yeah,” Red sighed again, leaning back. Propped his legs up ‘cause Papyrus wasn't here to berate him for it. “there's, uh... well, guess who dropped in,”

“What? Who?!” 

“sans,” 

“WHAT?!” 

Red winced from the volume, pulling the phone a couple hairs away from his skull. 

“yep. my reaction too. although, uh, let's just say,” he hesitated, “he's had a bit of a makeover. he's dust now,” 

“DID YOU KILL HIM?!” Edge yelled even louder. 

“what? no!” Red backtracked, “his name is dust, the fuck–? i’d never,” 

Although he knew Edge would have his back if they needed to hide a body. But Red wouldn't be calling so casually if that was the case.

“Oh. Well. Good For Him, I Suppose,” Edge huffed. 

“yeah, he’s nappin’ right now. when you come back home, remember to be real careful, got it? shit’s sensitive. don't be too loud and sudden, alright?” 

“Understood. Is That All?” 

“i’m serious, boss. yeah, that’s all,” 

“Will Do. See You Later.”

“see ya,” 

With barely a sound, the call ended. Red left his phone on the table, flopping on his back, hands on his face. Trying to figure out how to deal with an LV 20. Shit, even the fuckin’ King could only dream of that number. Theoretically, Red’s only seen the kid with it, and that was always brief, always Reset. He's never had to consider what life like this would be. 

There's no way Dust could handle being amongst people. Especially not humans, if Red had connected the dots correct. He'd flip. Totally lose it. Red was admittedly worried about Papyrus coming back home and how that would go. They might have to get those questionable meds for stabilizing LV that the doc invented. 

Doesn't matter. Red ain't letting that man slip from his grasp again.

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Red woke up immediately summoning a bone and shoving himself away from–

...From... nothing. It was just Dust. Just standing next him and staring, hands in the pockets of the sweatpants Red left for him. 

Still hazy from the nap (that had to be short, it wasn't much darker outside), Red blinked, stared back. All his brain could loosely think about was oh shit, Sans is wearing my clothes. Wow. Fuck, Dust was wearing his clothes. It wasn't anything especially fancy whatsoever, far from it, but just the simple equation of Red’s clothes on Dust made his mind short-circuit. The terror of waking up to LV 20 looming over you didn't help his composure.

“wuh– y’– uh–” Red cleared his throat, pushing himself to sit up. C’mon Red, be normal. “what– uh, you okay sweetheart?” he rubbed his face. 

“smoke,” 

“smoke?” Red was on alert. 

“do you have a smoke,” Dust said, voice without a strong affect. His new normal, it seemed. Red calmed down with an exhale. It had to be Dust’s aura setting him so on edge (heh, Edge). 

Right, Dust wanted a smoke.

“yeah, uh–” he searched through his pockets, pulling out a pack and a lighter from his inventory. “here,” he held them both out to the other as he got to his feet. 

“thanks.” Dust pulled out a cigarette, slotting it between his teeth in a way that drew a picture of habit. Pocketed the pack with however many remained inside.

Red interrupted him as he lifted the lighter, “better do that on the balcony or boss’ll flip,” with a thumb pointed to the living room’s balcony. 

Dust made a neutral hum, but went over, opening the glass door with a gust of chilly autumn air. He left it open a crack as he almost disappeared behind the closed blinds. Red watched his silhouette shuffle to the small plastic table and chairs out there and sit down. Watched him bend slightly. There was a momentary flick of light. 

Red imagined it. Dust, sitting on a gray balcony. Wearing Red’s loose, comfy clothes. A sleek cigarette between his teeth. The glow of the lighter’s flame against his bones, warm and jittery, bright in the dark afternoon. 

The way Dust would bring the light to the tip of the cigarette and inhale. The way he’d hold it with two elegant fingers. The look in those dangerous eyes.

It sounded... really hot (hah).

Red shook himself off, blinking. Be normal, he inwardly whacked himself. 

The washer was still going. Red got the rare urge to busy himself with something. He picked up the leftover shit from his lunch, pouring the soup back in the pot. Ditched the bowl and spoon in the sink to be washed (most likely by Papyrus). 

It was quiet in the apartment. The neighbors lost their tendency to get loud at night when they were made aware of the new, monstrous tenants. Rightfully. The light was dim and gray, the sky cloudy. Red checked the time — he’d slept almost three hours. Boss would be home soon, but not yet.

It was just Red. And the silhouette of Dust out on the balcony. Since when did he smoke? 

He didn't eat earlier. Red opened the fridge again. Should he heat up soup for him? Or would toast be better? If Dust lacked an appetite, the latter had a higher likelihood of enticing him. But LV had a tendency to make you sick, which the former would be kinder to.

Thinking on it, while Dust had spoken flat and reserved, yeah, Red had definitely... picked up a strain in him. Something heightened in his eyes, in the way his hands were shoved into his pockets, the way his shoulders were set. 

That's probably why Red woke up feeling like he was being attacked. 

He decided on toast. 

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“hey,” Red greeted, stepping out into the chill air. 

Dust didn't reply, but his eye lights flicked to Red momentarily in acknowledgement. Then he went back to watching the city. 

Red closed the balcony door behind himself. Shuffled over to sit on the chair across from Dust, the one closer to the door. He placed the ceramic plate with still warm toast on the table. A thin spread of butter melting on it. It smelled nice, as is the tendency of baked bread and butter. 

The city was still active at this hour. Cars driving around leaving tails with their headlights, the occasional klaxon. Windows lit up in a dotting pattern. Everything was so gray today. Fitting, Red supposed, for Dust to pop up now. 

He inched his head to observe the man himself. Lounging on the plastic chair across, loose clothes draped like a stone sculpture. Gazing outwards. Shoulders hunched, still with the red scarf on of course. As Red had expected, he’d pulled the hood up again, and it lightly shadowed his face.

There were three blazing things about him — his eyes, and the tip of his cigarette. The one that he lifted and brought to his teeth yet again. Red listened to the way he inhaled softly, making the glow momentarily stronger, eating away at the cigarette. Then the same measure of exhale, blowing gray smoke into the air, messed up by the light wind so high up. 

He was like the cover of an album. Like a shot from a movie, in all his messy appeal. Dust muddling the shine of his bones to something duller. Loose and tense in the same breath, like a messed up clump of string — in some places pulled into taut knots, and some loose and free-flowing and uncoordinated. Red wanted to ghost his hands down his sides, feel with his own senses the way Dust’s spine curved, the dips between his ribs. 

Red exhaled slowly. He was ogling. Probably wasn't all too appreciated. 

He nudged the plate Dust’s way.

“eat,” Red insisted. 

Dust’s eyes flicked to the food and away again. 

“i don't feel like it,” he muttered. 

“didn't ask,” Red returned. 

“why are you so set on this?” Dust asked the way someone would sigh. 

“‘cause you didn't earlier,” Red reminded, “you're skin and bones,” he joked. 

“all bones, actually,” Dust returned, almost in the same spirit. 

Food was a thing, for Red’s universe. Always had been. Same with clothes and shelter and all that. Food was survival. Shared food was family, love, companionship; shared food was care. Food wasn't just some thing like it was in Sans’ universe. To Red, it was a thing. It meant something. You don't always got access to food, much less the good type. 

“eat.” Red put just a bit more pressure to it. 

Dust sighed, now, like Red was asking him to wake up for school. But he relented, using the hand that held the cigarette to pick up a piece of toast as well with his free fingers. 

He raised the toast to his mouth. There was a crunch as he took a bite and started chewing. Red was grinning in subtly smug satisfaction. 

“so,” he leaned back in his seat, “what got you itching for a puff?” he nodded at the cig. 

Dust shrugged. Not the most conversational. Shame — Sans was always so pleasantly chatty before, without being intrusively loud at any time. Red could admit he was missing it. Dust was... well. Clearly affected by whatever brought him to this state. 

“papyrus is comin’ home soon, thought i should give you a heads-up,” Red mentioned. Judging by the scarf, that had to still be a sore spot. 

Unsurprisingly, Dust's hand stilled and his eye lights went out. He squeezed his eyes shut, then shoved them open. Something shaky to the lights now. He put the half eaten toast back on the plate, next to the whole one.

“...yeah, i’ll go before then,” Dust said quietly. 

“fuck no,” Red snapped before he’d even finished the last word, sitting upright, “you're not leavin’ anywhere!” 

“jeez,” Dust raised his palms, “okay,” 

Red relaxed again, exhaling. Pretending like nothing happened. He's been totally chill the whole time. 

It's just... Sans was gone for a year, to him. And now here he was, a walkin’ tragedy named after postmortem monster remains, more powerful than anyone Red has met and yet chilling with him on the balcony. 

Red was not fumbling this again. No way. 

“just thought edge would, uh. not be too happy about this,” Dust shrugged, leaning back as he took another drag. Adjusting the scarf. 

“boss always has a stick up his ass,” Red waved it off. “ignore that. he’ll be happy as a dope to see ya,” 

Dust’s brow ridges raised into surprise. Interesting thing to be surprised about. Then, his expression ticked closer to a frown. He hunched into himself a little. Doubt? Discomfort? He was bringin’ out all the emotions for this one. 

“...sure.”

“he will be,” Red reaffirmed easily. “you'll see it for yourself if you don't fuck off,”

Dust rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, i’m not,” 

“anyway,” Red smoothly continued. Dust was being a little chattier, so he circled back to “y’ didn't answer my question,”

“hm?”

“since when do you smoke?” 

Dust blinked. Huh, he did seem a little more aware. Good. Red wondered what did it. Maybe getting some food into him? Red nudged the plate again, pointedly. Even though the toast was definitely cold by now.

“a while,” Dust shrugged, glancing away. “just... needed something to do with my hands.” he muttered. It wasn't even a smidge of the truth, but it wasn't an outright lie.

Red grinned wolfish. “i can think of a few,” he said, sly. 

Dust’s chest jerked telltale of a choked laugh. Fuck yeah, that's what Red liked to see. He wanted to hear him laugh full and genuine. Not like whatever that bullshit from earlier was. 

The lights of his eyes lingered on Red with an expression as unreadable as the rest. 

[asaka-lucy-dr-rc]

Who's your favorite character, and which one do you dislike (the most) ?

Favorite :

Personally I really like Takumi, his reactions to the other students are funny and I feel like we're going to see a determined side of his.

I'm too tired to search for it but when the THLLA booth was up, there was an EPIC CG of Takumi at death's doors while still clashing swords, with a commander ?

(Found it)

Which really sold me on his personality, ironically I think he'll be anything but an everyman.)

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Like :

I like Eito and Ginzaki.

Ginzaki :

I really hope Ginzaki grows out of his self-loathing, gradually to feel more natural as a character within the game, I mean bro you are saving the human race wth are you hating on yourself for, and you have a death ray shooting Gundam !

Normally I wouldn't like a character like him, but he's got potential, or maybe I'm just coping.

Eito : I think that the idea behind the character is pretty cool, a guy who only had anime/manga to learn about the concept of friendship is interesting.

It was not said but I'm pretty sure those naive shounen catchphrases /speeches on friendship of his, are a result of the medias he watched.

And I always loved the brother like dynamics between the protag and another main character.

"Takumi's most trusted ally" Yeah I hope that stays the case for most of the routes.

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Dislike :

Ima.

Nha ... I really hope he chills out or else I'm gonna have to push him towards the invading students and let him die there, in game.

Bottom pic is relevant.

Sorry for the late reply! Thank you so much for sending this message. It was such an interesting read that I even thought, "Are you sure you’re really sending this to my blog?" XD I’m so glad you decided to send it to me as an ask instead of posting it on your blog. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

First, to answer your question about me—so far, my favorite character is Nozomi. But honestly, the main reason is just because I like her appearance. I’m not sure how my feelings will change once I learn more about her, but from the latest video, I also found her way of speaking quite appealing. There's a sense of determination in her voice that makes me really curious about her backstory.

As for the character I dislike, I honestly don’t have one! I think all of them are fascinating. At the very least, I feel like there isn’t a single character in this game who isn’t visually appealing. Even if their casual outfits are plain, once they switch into their Class Armor, they look super cool. And, as Kodaka has emphasized multiple times, each character has a wide variety of expressions, which makes a huge difference—some characters suddenly look adorable when their expressions change! So, I find them all quite charming. ---

Now, I’d love to dive into what you wrote! 🌟

I totally agree that Takumi's reactions to other characters are funny. Unlike Danganronpa, the cast of The Hundred Line are almost all a bit crazy 😅, so I think watching Takumi get dragged into their chaos should be hilarious.

Also, thanks for sharing the image! He looks like he's fighting with everything he's got in the trailers, and I feel like he's the kind of character that players will want to root for.

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About Ginzaki: I’m glad you mentioned him! I’ve been meaning to summarize the Last Defense Academy Student Council online meeting, but during it, producer Inou was asked, "Who’s your favorite character?" and he said: "During development, my favorite character kept changing, but in the end, the one I liked the most was Ginzaki." Just as you mentioned, I think Ginzaki is a character who undergoes a lot of growth and will play a significant role in the story.

About Eito: I like him too! I thought it was adorable how Darumi pointed out that his lines were kind of poetic and dramatic. I also really hope he turns out to be a trustworthy ally in most routes! When his full profile was revealed, a lot of people in the Japanese fandom predicted, "This guy is definitely going to betray Takumi." However, I think it’s more likely that his lack of social skills and his kind of poetic, dramatic speech will make him come across as suspicious. So, I hope the way they make us think he’s going to betray the protagonist is actually misleading on purpose.

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By the way, I was so curious to see who you'd pick as a character you dislike, and for some reason, I felt relieved when I saw you mentioned Ima. haha XD

I get the feeling that Ima was intentionally designed to be a divisive character. People who love him really love him, and people who dislike him can’t stand him. So, I think it’s completely natural to find him unlikable or off-putting.

I wouldn't say I dislike him, but honestly, he's such an unpredictable character that I'm not sure how to judge him at this point. Kodaka mentioned that Kako will try to break away from Ima's protection and stand on her own, which will cause some kind of conflict. (Here’s the part of the video I’m referring to: https://youtu.be/ss18pWsJQ4g?si=6HGUA1CvBG2j1lpR&t=1219) Depending on how Ima reacts, whether he gets angry with her or is deeply hurt by her distancing, my impression of him could change dramatically.

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Thank you for such an interesting ask! I’m excited to see how our impressions of each character evolve over time! ✨

[astayinwonderland]

“We are missing the movie.” | Kang Yeosang

pairings: jealous!yeosang x f.reader

genre: smut +18 only MDNI / fluff (a bit)

summary: after seeing you getting too close to his best friend, yeosang decides to do something about his jealousy

warnings/tags: consented sex, dom-ish yeosang, unprotected sex (pls don’t), pet names/terms of endearment, slapping (just once), semi-public sex…

tw: mild jealousy

wc: 1.4k

Enjoy! ☺️

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Yeosang’s favourite thing about you is how perfect and balanced you make the relationship. You complement his life in ways he didn’t even know were possible, and for that he was incredibly grateful. It is never hard to talk to you about anything. You were supportive, assertive, honest, and well, the magical element his life seemed to be missing.

He has always felt very protective of you, not in a jealous way, no. Yeosang is peaceful, serene, controlled. That’s why it was so unfamiliar to him when his chest began to felt tight and he became a little angry. See, you are not only kind, but fun and very liked among his friends. However, there was something peculiar about today.

You all decided to go to the amusement park. Yeosang was just happy to spend more time with you, not particularly interested on any rides or activities. But Wooyoung seemed very interested in getting you to ride everything… maybe even him.

“I’m not taking no for an answer you are coming with me!” he laughed, taking your hand and making his way to the queue.

“Woo, please no,” you almost cried. You were too damn scared. You turned to look at Yeosang who was giving you the most polite smile. What the fuck was that? It was almost creepy.

“No one will ride with me, so you are my only option now. Pretty please? I’ll make it up to you,” Wooyoung puts his arm around your shoulders and whispers something into your ear. A comment that was to remain a secret between you and him making Yeosang close his eyes and breathe deeply.

He is not jealous, he just wants to know why are you two acting so close all of the sudden.

“Okay,” you say and follow Wooyoung further down the queue. “This is an act of bravery! Sweetie, please take a picture!” You ask Yeosang who takes out his phone to grant your wish.

It is at this point he started to lose it. Wooyoung placed his cheeck against yours and held your back. Innocent enough to anyone else around, but not Yeosang. He never thought this moment will come but now he was determined to do something about this.

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You all came back to the apartment-dorm to chill and watch a movie. You were exhausted and terribly hungry, so when Hongjoong asked who wanted to order food you were the first one suggest pizza. San was on board and everyone else agreed. As Seonghwa asked for specific orders and drink choices, Wooyoung casually sat beside you, which got you in the middle of your boyfriend Yeosand and his very friendly friend, Wooyoung.

Even though Yunho has already hit play, and the movie has already started, you couldn’t seem to concentrate. There was something really off, a tension that was almost tangible. You scanned the room and everything seemed quite normal. Mingi and his girlfriend tangled together under the blankets by the opposite sofa, Jongho already falling asleep in the corner…

“Baby, would you like a blanket?” Wooyoung asked, his hand firm on your knee.

Yeosang grabbed your hand and stood up, so you did the same.

“We’ll be right back,” Yeosang’s voice was soft, yet somehow defensive.

He takes you to his room, locking the door behind him. His hand combs his long golden locks back as he sighs heavily.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Your worried voice makes Yeosang aware that you have no clue what is going on.

“Pull down your shorts.”

“Wh-what?” Your eyes big and mouth opened. Who is this person?

Yeosang reached for your waist and pulled you close to him. There is anger in his eyes, somethig you’ve seen only once or twice in the time you’ve been dating him, but never directed to you. It was… kind of hot.

“You heard me. I’m not repeating myself,” his voice deeper now. Last sentence more like a whisper.

You obey. This a new feeling for you, Yeosang has never ordered you like this. It’s exciting, it wakes something feral in you.

Two of his fingers meet your clit. Only the thin layer of your underwear separating you.

“Now tell me,” he leans forward until his lips qre barely touching yours. “Am I not making you happy?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper. “You make me very happy.”

He smiles, working little circles on your clit. You open your legs more to give him access. A moan escapes your lips. He is good. He has always been so good. The way he just knows what you crave drives you crazy.

“Then why are you letting my best friend flirt with you, huh?” He slaps your core and the broken moan thar slips past your lips makes Yeosang hard. Painfully hard. You are enjoying this and he loves that.

“Flirt?” You say between tiny moans. “Woo is just a friend… you know that.”

“Do I?” He cocks his head, waiting for you to answer, but you are so lost in the fiery and toe-curling feeling between your legs, that is impossible to make a coherent sentence.

“Y-you’re j-jealous?”

“Yes. I haven’t felt this jealous before… so maybe it is time for you to remember who is your boyfriend.”

Yeosang pushes your panties to the side and rapidly frees his already throbbing cock from his jeans. As he wraps your leg around his waist, you see him pump his erection and align himself with you.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck, Sangie,” you say to his ear as he enters your hot, wet cunt.

“Say that again.” He quickly thrusts inside you once.

“Fu-uck, you fill me up so well, Sangie,” your eyes roll back at the filling of fullness inside you. He is thick, veiny, perfect.

“Yeah?” His hot breath fanning your ear. He thrusts into you again and again. Your back slamming against the door.

“They are going to hear us…” you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to hide the fact that your jealous boyfriend is fucking you dumb while his friends are outside.

“Don’t care… I want Wooyoung to hear, let them all hear. C’mon, little dove, show me… let me hear how good you’re being fucked,” he groans.

Yeosang’s hands reach your ass, cupping them as he increases his pace and pounds you again and again until your eyes are watery. You don’t care where was Yeosang hiding this side of him, all you wanted was for him to fuck you however he wanted. You were his and only his.

“Yeosang, I’m only yours!” You cried, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt his cock deep inside you, pushing you more and more over the edge.

“Mine? Only I can make you feel this good?”

“Yes! Please, more… make me cum, fill me up.”

He kisses your lips, grabbing your neck with his free hand as the other squeezes your right breast.

“I want you to say my name when you cum, okay. I’m close, little dove. Show me what a good girl you are. Cum w-with me,” his voice begins to break and you know neither of you will last long.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you scream his name again and again. Hot cum shooting inside you, marking you once as his. You wouldn’t want it any other way. Yeosang slowly rides out both of your highs and you feel ecstatic. He showers you with kisses and there is sweet Yeosang, the one you know so well.

He helps you clean up and offers you a clean change of his clothes. Kissing your temple he smiles.

“What was that?” You ask shyly.

“I have no idea,” he laughs and you sweetly kiss him on the lips.

“Nothing is going on with Wooyoung, believe me.”

“I believe you, I just… I don’t know what happened today.”

“Whatever it was, you just gave me one of the best orgasms ever,” you smirk.

Yeosang pulls you into his big, strong arms giving you now one of the best hugs ever.

“Come on… we are missing the movie,” you laugh as you open the door.

Wooyoung.

He sits by the dinning table looking straight at you two. He bites off a slice of pizza, no one else is to be found.

“I told you getting him jealous would play off,” he gives both of you a devilish smile. “Ah, the rest went to get some dessert, according to them you were being too loud.”

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

Kang Yeosang changed my life. He is one of the sweetest human beings I’ve ever encountered in my life. This is why while I was writing this I levitated. He is so prince and bf I can’t…

Anyway… what or whom should I write about next?

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