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LOVERS ROCK [ daisuke / reader ]
keeping your relationship a secret from your coworkers was no doubt; thrilling. and also, very, very challenging. it didnât help the two of you just loved to push your limits
tags / ooc characters | semi-public sex (everyone is asleep but still) | reader & daisuke are slightly inexperienced | soft-top daisuke | mentions of marks | cowgirl | dry humping | porn with little plot | they fuck with earbuds in | mentions of the other crew members | fluffy at the beginning | pre-established relationship | sex under the stars.. | pre-crash | chubby & poc coded reader (but anyone is free to read) | i donât know the exact time period but modern music is mentioned | you guys love holding hands | etc.
notes / #bringbackdryhumping | reader is the same janitor reader in my previous fic (obviously). i got this idea randomly, daisuke seems like the type to take his partner to scenic places for dates. and well.. the nighttime screen is about as scenic as it gets on the tulpar. i hope you enjoy and as usual please excuse any grammar mistakes or typos đŤśđž. i feel i made him very ooc, iâm used to see daisuke smut being quite submissive to the reader so i wanted to go a different approach.. i think in situations like this he may be a little more confident, especially if his partner is reciprocating to the feeling. if you have any thoughts on the manner let me know <3
The Tulpar was filled with mundane tasks. Wake up, clean, eat, shower, and go back to sleepâ a routine thatâs been ingrained into your body. A continuous cycle that would have bored you to death without your beloved music. You were grateful for your position, no matter how minuscule, yet you couldnât deny the wish for something more.
And luckily it came true; in the form of a young man nonetheless.
You werenât one to mix business and pleasure, it just seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. Coming across Tulpar and the demographic you expected to be on the ship â older people that certainly werenât your type â you were quite confident you wouldnât go against your usual code. But alas, you surprised yourself while falling for a certain intern.
As bright eyed and slightly clueless he was, Daisuke was a pocket of sunshine youâve come to truly adore. Always there when he can be, even if it means a quick kiss when youâre cleaning or a gentle pinch when passing by to remind you of who was in your corner.
Keeping your growing relationship a secret from your coworkers was troublesome but extremely necessary. You couldnât imagine the expressions the others would display, especially Jimmy who just seemed to be far too eager to stomp on just about anyone's happiness; no matter the size.
Still, you couldnât deny how thrilling it was at times. Pulling your partner into a quiet dark corner for a few extra kisses, or the secret looks the two of you gave each when in a public setting. The line was thinning longer and longer, close calls increasing as time passed.
And yet here you were, seated upon the living room couch; waiting for your beloved Daisuke.
Usually if the two of you wanted alone time when everyone was asleep you alternated between your bedrooms. At least there, there was a door and bed. But for some reason, Daisuke was adamant on spending some time out here; underneath the pretty nighttime screen.
Your eyes stared up at the blues and whites, head leaning back against the shoulder of the couch as music poured into your ears. Your thumb traced the little device, perfectly at ease.
That was until something delicately traced the back of your neck.
You swallowed a yelp, quickly turning with a jump to glare at the one responsibleâ who only grinned back at you.
âDaisuke! What if I had yelled?â
You stood up from the couch, watching the man walk around the before waltzing down the little steps. Within two strides he was standing in front of you, glancing down at you with the sweetest smile.
âBut you didn't!â Daisuke chuckled the moment you lightly shoved his chest, catching your wrist in time before you could move it away. In doing so, he locked your fingers whilst his free hand went for the earbud occupying one of your ears. Pulling it out, the man then lifted it to his own, bringing himself closer to your form.
You met him, unoccupied hand sliding up to wrap your arm around his waist, laying your head against his chest. Between the melody of his heart beat and Tv Girl running through your ears, you were at complete bliss. As if you could fall asleep right then and there.
The two of you swayed, allowing yourselves to get caught up in each other rather than your surroundings. You felt his free hand sneak underneath your arm, pulling it higher until your hand was on top of his shoulder. After which, Daisukeâs hand found your waist, tugging you even closer and actually adding moves to your swaying.
You snorted softly, mumbling softly about him being corny to which the man only laughed. Silence continued after as the two of you danced slowly, carefully, as to hopefully not alert the others of your rather embarrassing nightly activities.
A step, another, and then a graceful stride. You wondered if Daisuke danced a lot back home. The thought caused you to laugh once again, just in time for your lover to twirl you.
Slithering his arm tighter around your waist, he pulled your back to his front, face being shoved into your neck.
Your eyes peeled open, staring up at the nighttime screen that stared back at you. âDancing under the stars, huh?..â
âA perfect date.â
You smiled at his words, hand rose to reach back and lightly fuss with his hair. âYeah, all girls love dancing at work while watching a blown up image of a fake sky.â
Daisuke laughed into your ear, the pitch perfectly going along with the music you shared.
âI told my dad I knew what the ladies wanted.â
You groaned softly, teetering between amusement and playful annoyance. You turned around in his hold, hands rising to hold his warm cheeks.
âYouâre corny..â
Daisuke smiled, thumb tracing the small of your back, messing with the fabric of the top you wore. âAnd lucky for me, youâre into it.â You didnât need to agree nor deny, given the sweet kiss you pressed to his lips was answer enough. He kneeled to meet you fully, tugging you so close as if wishing to melt into you. Your noses brushed against each other, cold tips warming as you consumed one another. You loved kissing Daisuke, not just because he was your boyfriend but more-so cause he was a damned good kisser.
His lips always moved so slow at first, before slowly picking up the longer you continued. A hand rose from your back to instead cup the back of your head, a shiver running down your spine the moment his fingers traced up your scalp; messing in your hair.
So desperate.. you two always were. The thought of any interruptions spurred you on to always savor each and every moment with as much as passion as possible.
And it seemed the both of you intended to do just that, as â ever so carefully â Daisuke walked backwards, leading you with him. Once close enough he was descending to the couch, taking you with him by the waist and pulling you onto his lap.
The two of you broke apart for a moment, gulping up the air around you greedily before smashing your lips together with even more vigor. Your hands were clutching his shoulders at this point, suddenly being reminded Daisuke wasnât just some clueless man.
You shivered as you felt his hand glide, intruding your top to lay his fingers upon your warm skin. With each interlock of your tongues his fingers were digging into your flesh, a soft whine being pushed from his throat into your mouth. The sound alone caused your thighs to clench, moving carefully in his lap.
Which of course, was met with a hiss and a quick squeeze. You questioned this for a moment, before quickly realizing why it happened in the first place.
This only caused you to smile against him, lowering your hips fully before dragging them against him slowly.
Daisuke was off your lips in minutes, hands falling to your waist as a hushed groan escaped his bruised lips.
âHere?..â The man spoke gently, eyes flicking from between your bodies before back to your face. His eyebrows furrowed as you continued your languid drags, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.
You nodded slowly, leaning closer to press your lips to his ear. âMhm.. here.â
âThen.. I want to feelâ more. Please.â His words were sweet, allowing them to settle in the air for a moment before his fingers were curling to tug at your pants, allowing you to get the message. You stood up rather quickly, pushing your pants down and off, the bottoms pooling at your ankles.
You watched as Daisuke did the same, now only in plain boxers, a funny contrast to the gaudy everyday shirt he usually wore.
Stepping out of your pants, you caught his hands as you made your way back to his lap, brushing your clothed cunt right against his growing bulge as you sat down. It was your time to whine as you felt him through your thin fabrics, Daisuke capturing your lips rather quickly afterwards.
Slowly, you began that same languid pace, gripping his shoulders for stability as you dragged your hips back and forth.. back and forth. His nails were digging into your thighs, meeting your movement with a small, desperate thrust. Moans passed between the two of you, warmth, and music mixing into a sensation that you could only describe as euphoria.
Dramatic sure, but what else could you call it, exactly?
âCould come.. juâjust from this.â Daisuke mumbled the moment the two of you broke apart for air, his face falling to your neck to stamp wet kisses to your skin. He was gentle not to focus too much on a single area, worrying about leaving behind a mark. Though, it seemed rather contradictory given the location the two of you chose for your.. fun.
You were aching, panties surely soaked with arousal as that itch grew. You could only pant in his ear, unsure how exactly this felt so good. Maybe it was pent up, a mixture of stress and the misfortune of lack of alone time. Regardless, it wasnât your job to figure it out at the moment.
The only job you had right now was to continue to chase this feeling, for as long as you could.
Daisuke pulled you closer if humanly possible, hips rising up from the couch as he ground up into you. He wasnât lying early, despite zero actual contact he could feel himself twitchingâ begging for release. The effect you had on him was far too great, after all.
Desperate breaths escaped you, thighs shaky yet yearning for more. His touch, everything, you wanted to feel it all. Your fingers rose to curl into his hair, leaning into his ear as the softest more, dropped from your tongue.
Your words spurred him, fingers squeezing your flesh, nails tracing against those pretty marks that lined your hips.
âYou want more?.. Of course, whatever you want.â
Daisuke could never deny you, no matter how small the request was. In minutes he was tugging his boxers down to his thighs, hand lazily dragging across his length. It was a pretty color, lighter than him, with a mole on the under side of his shaft.
The man then reached with his other hand to curl his finger on your panty, tugging it to the side and exposing your soft cunt to his hand. For a moment his finger gently circled your hardened bud, enjoy the pleasant noises you struggled to keep down.
But soon enough he was becoming as desperate as you, helping you position carefully, rubbing his weeping tip against your clit. Daisuke hissed, continuing to coat his dick in your arousal before finding your entrance, lining up, and raising his hips to push himself inside.
The both of you groaned, your eyes pinched closed as you sunk down. Your walls wrapped around his length perfectly, swallowing him up and keeping him deep inside. With each breath you released you clenched, causing the young man under you to struggle to keep his mind straight. Daisuke couldnât help being so inexperienced, and well.. neither could you, given you felt a single movement would be enough to push you over the edge.
Your eyes slowly opened, gaze falling to his face, taking the time to map out his expression. Would it be corny to call him beautiful? Was it corny to find your lover beautiful in a such state? Under your mercy, as close as biologically possible? Maybe.. but you didnât dwell on it long, instead deciding to graze your palms across his cheeks, thumbs coming to trace the moles on either side.
âI love you.â
Your words were earnest, laced with the sweetest honey. You smiled, watching his own signature smile cross his face, perfectly. Like any other time.
Daisuke pulled you even closer, a grip to your thigh as he leaned to just a breathâs away.
âSee. Now youâre the corny one.â
Your lover swallowed the pretty laughter threatening to leave your chest, all smiles as his arms wrapped around your waist. Once tucked close and snug, his hips, the small thrust enough for the both of you to sigh into the otherâs mouth.
Soon enough your knees were pressing against the cushions, hips rising and falling into his lap. With each drop, wet skin smacked against each other, certainly a worrying sound but the two of you seemed to no longer care.
You were too caught up in each other anyway.
Your fingers curled into his silky locks, crying out into his mouth as he stirred you up deeply. His length hit each spot perfectly, a mold made specifically for you. And whatâs more, the moment a hand snaked under your skirt to drag his thumb across your nippleâ you began to see stars.
Daisuke groaned into you, meeting each drop of your hips with desperate thrusts. You felt so good, way too good. He tried to keep his voice down as to avoid alerting the others, and hear you. You just sounded far too good to ignore.
Your shaky breaths, the way your voice pitched whenever his tip brushed against that special spot â donât even get him started on the gasps you made when Daisuke went, just a little too deep. Alas he couldnât focus on the growing list of reasons for his obsession you; bringing you complete pleasure was the main objective.
âYouâre clenching me.. youâre going to come, arenât you?â Daisuke drawled against your lips, pressing a kiss to them before dragging his own over to your ear. Each pant and groan hit it directly, the man at this point helping you rise and fall upon his cock.
âI want you to finish.. all over me.â
âDaisukeâ!â
âNot so loud..â The intern spoke in a soft rasp, squeezing you close as his end grew closer. âI donât need the others to hear you like this. Itâs onâonly for me, yeah?â
You shook your head rapidly, lip nearly bleeding from how hard you were biting down, your fingers digging into his shouldersâ sure to leaves marks despite the shirt he wore.
Within moments you were seeing white, clutching him as you fulfilled his wish. Your arousal coated his dick and thighs, making a sticky mess that was surely on the couch by now.
Daisuke swore under his breath, bringing you onto his lap in one final thrust before filling you up. Luckily he remembered you took the pill as to regulate your period.
The two of you panted, in sync with each other and the music that seemed to still be blasting in your ears. How exactly your earbuds sustained that erratic movement, you will never know nor question.
You pulled back to glance at Daisuke, spotting the man already looking at you, smiling brightly.
You rolled your eyes, glancing down at the space between your two bodies.
âThis is going to be so annoying to clean.â
Daisuke stifled his laughter, pulling you into a tight hug, eyes shining whilst he stared up at the screen;
âMaybe⌠I love you too, [Name].â
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ââŚi want you, bless my soulâŚâ
Four months.
You met him on your first day in your first class, your professor the agitated type, the kind that gave you piles of homework with every lesson. He sat beside you, slipping into his chair right before the syllabus slid onto the table in front of you.
Dark hair cut short in the back lived a little more free in the front, on the top, growing into a messier, curlier mop as the weeks drew by, on and on. Tall, broad, and most definitely strong as hell, he was gorgeous. There simply wasnât any other word for it, he walked into class every week with his golden skin aglow no matter where the sun lived in the sky. Youâd be lying if you said your stomach didnât twist in knots watching his wide eyes scan the room, standing there near the doorway in a white t-shirt and dark blue denim jeans clasped to his waist with a leather belt.
What in the fucking Calvin Klein ad just walked in here?
Donât sit next to me, donât sit next to me, please donât-
He wore Dior Sauvage, just enough of it to charm your eyes in his direction, the two of your glances meeting for only a few seconds, yet long enough to know that this was going to be a long semester.
After that first week, that first class, he showed up on time, sometimes even earlier than you, and sure enough heâd be in that seat and heâd offer you the tiniest smile while he pushed in his chair to let you pass behind him.
Did he own any clothes that fit?
It felt like every week heâd have on a new shirt that clung to him like seran wrap, every little chiseled sculpted by Michaelangelo notch in his body, his chest, completely and utterly visible. As if he didnât know it, more than enough time in class heâd spend with his hands behind his head, his biceps tightening in his sleeves, bulging beneath the fabric that you waited to see rip.
Too often youâd have to tear your eyes away, too lost in wonder as to what kind of marvel sat beside you. Six foot something, perfectly built, not only did his appearance alone catch you off guard, but his ability to be so gentle. A smiley, sappy giant full of tooth rotting sweetness. Each raise of his hand, how he toyed with his pen between his firm fingers, the way heâd listen to other people speak â his eyebrows pulling up in the center, his eyes widening with wonder. Heâd keep to his space, never once invading yours. Respectful, he knew to say hello, goodbye, would ask you quiet questions, like what page number you were on, and heâd give you thanks into oblivion.
It wasnât until a month or so had passed that you realized it. One morning you stood in front of the mirror for too long, put a little too much effort into your makeup, into your hair. Spritzing a bottle of perfume to your wrist that you saved for special occasions, when the glass tapped back onto the shelf and you dabbed your wrists together, you gasped.
Damn.
Swapping the lacey sweater for something more casual, you know, for class, you pulled half of your hair up and back, letting some of it hang forward, praying to anyone whoâd help that it didnât look like you woke up before your alarm to get ready for a class you half cared about.
He noticed.
He sat down, walking in a few minutes after you, and his eyes lingered in your direction. Not that you could tell, nor were you paying attention, you were sitting backward in your chair with your nose in your phone. It wasnât his fault he wasnât good at being nonchalant like youâd been for nearly two months now.
Besides, it didnât work. He didnât say a word the entire class, only his hello and his goodbye.
It didnât upset you. Thatâs what you told yourself, the lies you fed your brain to pretend to feel better. It didnât upset you, he was a boy in a class you didnât see anywhere else on campus. He probably had a girlfriend. Look at him, listen to him, he definitely has a girlfriend.
By the next class you were back to the usual, the snoozed my alarm twice before getting up in a rush, a hoodie and baggy jeans. Hair thrown up, makeup minimal, you accepted your fate.
You werenât expecting him to be in the room first, youâve narrowed down his time frame of entry, typically within ten minutes of the lecture starting depending on when youâd arrive. He was five minutes too early. Giving him the tightest smile, you shimmied behind his chair and mimicked his greeting, shoving yourself into your seat, not prepared for fifteen minutes of silence with him beside you.
Nose in phone, nose in phone.
It was all you could do to keep from gawking, for some reason he was fresher than normal. Black t-shirt, denim jacket on the back of his chair, silver jewelry hanging off of him. He wore a different cologne, one you couldnât pick out, but god it was delicious you wanted to lick it straight off his neck. He definitely sprayed it to his wrists too, typical, you could lick it off of him there too, why not. Maybe even his chest. No- anything beneath that shirt that should be squeezing the air out of his lungs was lethal, how was every muscle visible? How could he walk around like that, he had to know that-
âDid you do the homework?â
Great.
You didnât dress yourself up to keep the giddy high school level crush on the DL, but the way you jumped at his words and your cheeks warmed definitely helped. And, yes, you were staring.
âI, uh, yeah, I did.â
If he noticed anything, he didnât show it.
âMind if I see it to make sure I got it right? Youâre better at this than I am.â
Juvenile, all of it, from the way he checked his answers to the way he slid your notebook back over to you with a shake of his head. Nothing else was shared, the class had begun and he focused on your irritating professor who assigned similar homework for the third week in a row.
Holding onto the way he spoke to you, the soft tone, the warmth in his eyes, the subtle graveliness he forced but then got rid of when he answered questions aloud, you truly felt seventeen years old all over again.
He asked you a question.
He talked to you.
Did he spend more time on how he looked for you?
No, itâs for his girlfriend. The one he definitely has.
The girlfriend that he-
âWhatever perfume you had on last week⌠I liked it.â
He didnât say goodbye. He didnât wait around for you to say anything. He scooped his books into his arms, and he walked out of the classroom, leaving you in absolute shambles. Nerves lived within you for a week, so many nights spent lying awake thinking about him, what he said to you, what you were going to do. If you wear the perfume again youâre setting yourself up for exposure, you may as well just tell him you have a crush on him to his face. But, then again, if you didnât wear it, youâd lose his interest. He wouldnât think you had an interest in him, and what if he told you that because he does have an interest in you?
Oh god.
What if he knows?
You wore the perfume. One spritz of it over your heart before you left your room, enough that heâd just be able to tell if he paid as much attention as he suddenly seemed to be.
Early again, beating you to a class you tried to get to even earlier today, you did not miss the small smile that pulled at his lips as you slipped behind his chair. It was the only thing shared all class, a smile somewhere in between lessons when he caught your eye. He had that same cologne on, the one from last week, the one that had you envisioning what itâd be like to have your tongue dragging all over his body, it was hard to not look at him.
Oh, he definitely knew.
And so it began.
For another month, perfume and cologne alike, worn every class, you started to share more than smiles. Heâd lean your way for questions and answers, would ask about the homework, the assignments, sometimes when he didnât even need it, asking for an answer he already had scribbled on his paper. Fighting the nerves, the way your belly filled with butterflies and did cartwheels within you, you started to share more than just classroom talk. While you worked you chatted, you learned where he was from, where he came from, where you came from and why you both were here.
He was funny.
Funny in the way he didnât know he was funny, oftentimes asking you what he did to make you laugh like that. Youâd cover your mouth and pray the giggles away, unable to tell him how adorable he really was.
He filled every shoe you profiled him with. Kind, sweet, funny, gentle giant.
Chiseled chest his cologne, the one you loved, radiated from.
But you didnât figure that out until the following month.
Month four.
Four months was all it took, and he was yours.
Class whispers turned into coffee dates. Coffee dates turned into homework dates, which turned into dinner dates.
By the end of the third you were wrapped in his sheets, wrapped in him, cologne on your tongue and lips pressed to his, whispering confessions of how long you liked each other but both felt too nervous to say anything. Reveling in pride, that you werenât as obvious as you thought yourself to be, his sparkling grin overtook his face and he whispered two words that cradled your heart.
âI knew.â
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FALLING OUT OF FRAME | Part 4
pairing: you x drew starkey
authors note: first off, I want to apologize for the delay in getting Part 4 to you. the flu hit me hard, and while Iâm feeling better now, Iâm still not 100%. Todayâs been one of the better days, so Iâm happy to finally share this with you! also, for all the new readers joining this series (welcome!), a quick note about the taglist: If youâd like to be added, please send me a message instead of commenting under posts. my notifications can get a little wild sometimes, and I donât want to miss anyoneâs request. Enjoy!
It had been a couple of days since the paparazzi had caught you. The pictures of you crying alone in the street made their rounds through the tabloids. Headlines blared across every news outlet: âY/N Heartbroken: Tears on the Streets After Split with Drew Starkeyâ. You couldnât escape them â everywhere you went, there were reminders of how vulnerable you had been, how much you were hurting. You had tried to fight it, tried to keep up a front. But the pictures, the emotional rawness, had taken a toll.
Your phone buzzed incessantly with notifications, and Drewâs name popped up more than you cared to count. The text messages, the calls, the voicemails â he was reaching out, desperate to fix what he had broken. You could feel the weight of his messages pressing down on you, each one pulling at the strings of your broken heart.
Drewâs text:
âIâm so sorry, Y/N. Please let me see you.â
âI didnât mean this to happen. I miss you so much.â
âCan we please talk? I hate seeing you like this.â
You stared at the screen, your fingers hovering over the keys, but you couldn't bring yourself to reply. Every time you thought about responding, all you could see was that night â his absence, his lies, the way he had been with Odessa, and the emotional toll it was taking on you. The tears had fallen freely and now, in the cold light of day, they felt like a public spectacle. And that hurt.
Your friends were your saving grace during this time. Madelyn had taken you in the moment she found out about the photos. You spent long nights at her apartment, binge-watching shows and talking about everything and nothing. It was a distraction you needed, but even then, your thoughts kept circling back to Drew.
Madelyn was a good friend, she knew how to give space when you needed it but also to push you when you were being too hard on yourself. âY/N, you canât keep torturing yourself like this,â she told you one evening, as you both sat together on her couch, a glass of wine in hand. âI know itâs hard, but you have to stop looking at those pictures and thinking thatâs all there is to your story. You deserve so much more than to be defined by what happened with Drew.â
âI know,â you sighed, resting your head against the back of the couch. âBut itâs hard, Madelyn. Itâs not just about the photos or the press. Itâs everything. I thought we were more than that. I thought⌠I thought it was real.â
Madelynâs expression softened, and she leaned in, taking your hand. âI know you did. And I think, deep down, Drew did too. But right now, you need to figure out what you want. Not what he wants. Not what the press wants. You need to decide whatâs best for you.â
But even as your friends gave their support, you couldnât escape the pull of Drewâs attempts to contact you. His phone calls became a constant. Every time your phone buzzed, your stomach twisted in knots. You hated that he was the one making you feel like this, that he still had the ability to drag you back into his world with just a message.
Finally, on one particularly sleepless night, the phone rang again. Drewâs name flashed across the screen.
You didnât answer it.
Minutes later, another text from him:
âPlease I canât stand this. Iâve seen the pictures. I know youâre hurt. But I need you to know, I never wanted to hurt you. Us. Iâm sorry for everything. Can we please meet and talk? I love you please donât forget that.â
You stared at the message, feeling that familiar ache in your chest. Part of you wanted to believe him, wanted to give him the chance to fix this, to explain himself. But another part of you â the stronger, more resilient part â was terrified of falling for the same lies, the same empty promises.
You knew what you had to do. You couldnât keep letting him pull you back into this mess.
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The next day, you went to work, keeping your head down, avoiding any attention. But it was impossible to escape the ever-present eyes of the public. Every glance at your phone, every time you stepped outside, you could feel the weight of the scrutiny. The paparazzi had followed you more than once, snapping pictures of you walking alone, trying to find solace in your routine.
But no matter where you went, there was always someone watching. Always someone commenting. The paparazzi caught it all â the lonely moments and the sadness in your eyes. It felt like you were trapped in a never ending cycle of being seen, Â but not truly known.
It wasnât long before Madelyn called you again. Her voice was gentle, but you could hear the concern behind it. âY/N, Drew wants to meet. Heâs asking if you can at least hear him out. He says heâs messed up. He is not asking for forgiveness, just a chance to explain.â
You stood by the window, staring out at the city, the weight of her words sinking in. You had to make a choice. You couldnât keep going back and forth between holding on and letting go.
But could you trust him again?
The uncertainty gnawed at you, and all you could do was take a deep breath and say âTell him⌠Iâm not ready. Not yet.â
Madelyn didnât argue. She knew this was something you had to figure out on your own.
You spent the next few days doing everything you could to put distance between yourself and the mess that had become your relationship with Drew. You kept working, you spent time with friends, and you tried �� really tried not to think about him. But you couldnât escape the feeling that something was missing, that your world felt incomplete without him in it.
But then you realized: You had to be okay without him first. You couldnât keep trying to piece yourself together with someone who had already shown they werenât ready to treat you the way you deserved.
And so, you decided that you needed to move on. You deserved better than being stuck in a limbo. You deserved love that was real, not based on a public imagine, not tainted by lies and half-truths.
This was your time to find yourself again. And maybe, just maybe, Drew wasnât a part of that future.
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I'd love to see an almost inverse version of effortlessly- where chan (feels odd to say his name in this context lol) is a submissive stalker- almost pathetic and desperate for the reader to pay attention to him, and by extension, be claimed/posessed by the reader. Think limerence. I'm excited to see what you write next!
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pairings. yandere!sub!chan x top!m!reader (ft. jeonghan & vernon). word count. 2.7k genre. yandere, request, smut.
warnings. obsessive behaviour, manipulation, the (in)famous drunk dino and kneeling jeonghan story, stalking, drunk sex, no protection (pull out game, sorry. please use a condom, people, ik mpreg doesn't happen in reality but you might never know), anal fingering, biting, chan is feral, reader is younger (idk but i feel like lee chan should be a hyung here), oral sex (chan receiving), use of drugs.
writer's notes. it took me a long time to figure out how i should write this. i might have went out of the theme im sorry hehe. normally im all down for bottom chan (esp wonchan or allchan) but i prefer uke male readers (rip my current and future ocs' and readers' asses). i hope that you are satisfied with this, though. let me know about your thoughts through my inbox, the anon who sent this in!
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Chan needs you like a fish needs water.
You are his air, his world, his everything. His heart races wildly every time he catches a glimpse of you walking down the lecture hall.
But his loveâno, his obsessionâruns far deeper than simple admiration. He knows everything about you: your schedule, your favorite seat in the lecture hall, the snacks you nibble on between classes. Heâs memorized the little quirks that make you youâthe way you twist your pen between your fingers when lost in thought, the slight tilt of your head as you read, the soft furrow of your brows when something puzzles you.
Before he even realizes it, his phone is in his hand, snapping another photo of you. A snapshot of you deep in thought. Another of you sitting alone at the cafeteria. One of you walking home.
And then, thereâs the one that sends his pulse racing the mostâa picture of you standing by your window, reaching out to close it.
The pictures are printed and carefully pinned across the walls of his room, a shrine dedicated to you. Chan has convinced himself it isnât wrong. Heâs not hurting anyone, after all. He just wants to keep a part of you close, something to hold onto during the hours youâre out of reach.
But it isnât enough.
The pictures, the fleeting glimpses of you, the stolen moments he captures through his camera lensâthey only feed the growing void inside him. He needs more. He craves more.
He doesnât just want to watch from the shadows anymore. He wants you to see him. To look at him the way he looks at you. To need him the way he needs you.
You were looking at your phone when you bumped into someone.
âIâm so sorry!â you quickly apologized, boxes tumbling to the ground as papers scattered everywhere. The man you knocked onto the floor coughed, peering up at you with narrowed eyes.
âItâs okay. Could you help me find my glasses, please?â His voice was soft and warmâand your heart skipped a beat. You bent down, quickly retrieving a pair of golden-rimmed glasses from the floor, gathering his scattered papers in the process.
You recognized him.
Lee Chan, from the finance department. He was a popular studentâquiet, yet effortlessly attractive.
You held out your hand, and Lee Chan grabbed it, using you to pull himself up from the floor. âThanks.â
âNo worries, I wasnât looking my wayâŚâ You passed the papers back to him, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. You were slightly taller than him, and as he stood close, you couldnât help but notice a faint, sweet strawberry-like scent coming from him.
Your ears burned. What were you thinking?
âItâs fine. I wasnât paying attention either.â Lee Chan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. âOh, I know you. Youâre from the sports department, right?â
âYeah. Youâre Lee Chan, right?â You made a quick bow, which he returned. âI didnât know someone famous in this college would know someone like me, haha.â You tilted your head, scratching at the back of your neck again.
Lee Chan raised a brow, his tone surprised. âAre you trying to brag or something? Youâre famous for that baseball match, you know?â
âAm I?â You laughed. Lee Chan nodded.
âAnyway, I should be on my way.â He glanced at his watch, ready to leave. You eyed the boxes and papers still scattered around, feeling guilty about knocking into him.
âActually, I can help you, you know?â you said, flexing your toned arms with a grin. Before Lee Chan could protest, you quickly grabbed the heavy boxes from his hands. Seeing that youâd left no room for argument, Lee Chan reluctantly allowed you to carry the boxes for him.
By the time you reached the finance department, you had already started calling him "Chan hyung"âa natural transition since you two were now exchanging phone numbers. The walk had been brief, but there was something about the way Chan kept glancing at you, his lips curling into a small smile every time you caught his gaze, that made the air feel charged, even in the mundanity of it all.
"Thanks for helping me out," Chan said once you reached the door. He paused, the corners of his mouth still lifted in that soft, almost shy smile.
You grinned. "No problem, hyung. Iâll see you around, then?"
He nodded, and you gave him a quick wave before heading back towards the sports department.
From that day onward, Chan was always on your mind. You could almost always smell that intoxicating scent of sweet strawberries whenever you walked down the corridors. You found yourself checking Chanâs social media, or searching for his figure when you passed the finance department.
Chan texted you from time to timeâsometimes to congratulate you on a game, other times to ask if you'd be up for a casual coffee. You would invite him to watch your games, eagerly looking for his familiar figure among the crowds.Â
Until one day, when you got a phone call from him.
You had just finished practice and were washing up at the dorm when your phone rang. Stepping out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your waist, you quickly checked the caller ID. Your eyes widened when you saw who was calling.
Without hesitation, you answered, putting the phone on loudspeaker as you grabbed another towel to dry your hair. "Chan hyung?" you asked, your voice slightly breathless.
âHello?â The voice on the other end of the phone was unfamiliar. You frowned, pausing in your actions as you glanced at the screen. The background noise was chaoticâloud music and indistinct chatter. âSorry, are you Chanâs friend? Could you come pick him up? Heâs, uh, really drunkâVERNON! HOLD HIM!âsorry, heâs very, very drunk right now.â
You blinked, your pulse quickening. âOh.â The unexpected turn of events threw you off balance.
There was a brief pause, and you could hear muffled voices in the background. Whoever was on the phone sounded frazzled. âSorry, I didnât mean to freak you out... but heâs not really making any sense right now. He keeps asking for you. Can you come?â
Your hand tightened around the towel at your waist. Chan, drunk? And asking for you? It was a lot to process in a moment. âUh, yeah, Iâll be there. Just... send me the address.â
The call ended abruptly, and the address was quickly sent to you. You threw on a casual shirt and black pants, grabbed your jacket and wallet, and headed out of the dorm. You hailed a cab and gave the driver the address.
As you neared your destination, you saw three figures standing at the roadside outside a nightclub. You instructed the cab driver to stop and wait for you, then quickly opened the door and rushed over.
Chan was holding onto a lamppost while one man supported him. The other man was kneeling before him, almost as if begging him to let go of the poor pole. You rushed forward, calling out, âChan hyung!â
Your heart pounded as you neared the scene. The man who had been kneeling quickly stood up, pointing toward you. âHeâs here! Chan-ah, please, let go of the lamppostââ
Chanâs head snapped up, his glassy eyes locking onto yours. A small, drunken smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but it seemed distant and unfocused. His grip on the lamppost tightened for a moment before he slowly, shakily let go and staggered toward you. âYou... You came,â he slurred, his voice slow and heavy with alcohol.
You instinctively reached out to support him as he wobbled toward you. His breath smelled faintly of alcohol and something elseâsomething sweet, like strawberries. He tried to stand on his own but swayed dangerously, his body pressing too heavily against yours.
The man who had been kneeling sighed in relief, a slight smile on his face. âThanks for coming. Heâs been asking for you for the past half hour. We thought he might knock himself out with the pole at some point.â He sighed, while the other man nodded coolly. You recognized them as Yoon Jeonghan and Vernon Chwe from the marketing department. As Chan leaned heavily on your shoulder, you gave a quick bow to them. âNice to meet you, sunbaes. Iâmââ
âWe know you.â Jeonghan gave a dismissive wave of his hand. âYouâre the rising star of the baseball team, Cheolieâs most reliable striker. Besides, Channie told us a lot about you.â He sighed at the man currently trying to hide his face in your neck. You quickly wrapped your jacket around him as he tightened his arms around your waist. âI see. Do you have the address to his dorm?â
âAbout that,â Vernon spoke up. âChanâs dorm room is undergoing renovations. Heâs been crashing at Jeonghan hyungâs place, but since he got drunk, he refused to leave with him. If you donât mind, could you bring him back to your dorm instead?â
âSure.â You nodded. Jeonghan looked relieved. âGreat, Iâll leave Channie in your hands.â He said, before dragging Vernon off in the opposite direction. You gently guided Chanâs hands off you and led him back to the cab.Â
By the time the cab reached your dorm, Chan had already fallen asleep. The driver, kind enough to assist, helped you carry Chan onto your back, and you left him a generous tip. Once inside, you laid Chan gently on your bed.
As you straightened up to grab a warm towel, a hand gripped your shirt tightly. You looked down to see Chan staring up at you, a faint blush across his face. âWhere are you going?â
âIâm just getting a towel for you, hyung,â you replied, taking in his appearance. Chan wasnât wearing his usual glassesâhis eyes were wide, pupils dark, pulling you in like a siren. You swallowed, suddenly aware of the sweet scent of strawberries filling the room.
âStay,â Chan insisted, his head tilting slightly to the side. You nodded, a bit dazed, and before you could fully process what was happening, he pulled you onto the bed, positioning himself to straddle you.
When your lips crashed, you froze, your hands laying helplessly at either side of your hips. You could feel Chan grinding on you, his hands gripping your shirt as his lips moulded with yours. When Chan finally pulled away from you to gasp for air, you quickly held him by the waist, stopping his movements. âHyung⌠Youâre drunk-â
ââM not drunk,â Chan replied, his hands snaking down your chest. Your face burnt as he reached the hem of your pants, teasingly pulling at the band. âI know what Iâm doing.â
âHyungâŚâ You swallowed. The air thickens as Chan frowned, leaning so close that your noses touched. âYou want me to beg you? Please, fuck me?â He growled, grinding harshly at the tent in your pants. You let out a groan, your grip around his waist tightening. âI-â
âIâm giving you permission to put your cock in my ass right now. I like you.â Your eardrums ringed as Chan confesses, one hand pulling up his shirt while the other working on your pants. You choked on your own saliva at the sight of his body, quickly turning your head to the side. âHyung, sl-slow down.â
Articles of clothing were soon removed, pooling at the ground of your bed. Chan is now lying beneath you, one hand grabbing the sheets as he moaned loudly, his other hand now tightening around your hair. You hollowed your mouth, your tongue flicking against his tip as you gave a harsh suck.Â
Chan whimpered, arching his back off your sheets as his thighs clamped around your head. You ignored the tightness around your head, your finger working relentlessly on his hole as he thrashed around the sheets, wailing loudly before spilling into your mouth. âAhâŚhaâŚâ
The taste of salty musk and sweet strawberries filled your tongue as you lolled them out, letting them spill onto your fingers. Using Chanâs cum and your saliva as lube, you continued to venture in him, earning a loud cry from the older man. âWait- T-too mu-â
âYou were impatient just now, hyung.â You replied, forcing his knees to open for you again. Chan panted, looking at you through his hooded lids and wet hair. His upper body was littered with hickeys and bite marks, his nipples red and swollen. âIâm just giving you what you want.â
You added another finger into him, stretching him out as he moaned your name in earnest. A particular sharp jab of your fingers caused him to arch his back yet again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You poked around that soft muscle for a few more times, before pulling your fingers out.Â
âYouâŚâ Chan looked down at you, a confused yet fucked out expression on his face. You stood between his legs, your expression suddenly mortified. âUm, hyung, I donât have condomsâŚâ
âJust do it raw.â Chan deadpanned, rolling his eyes. He raised his knees up, hanging them over your shoulder and hooking you closer to him. âItâs not like I would get pregnant.â
Your cock twitches at his words and you hummed in reply. âYou do know the colour system-â
âGreen, now hurry up and fuck m- ah, shit,â You guided your hardness towards his hole, burying in Chanâs warmth with one slow thrust. You could feel him sucking you in as you groaned, pushing gently so as to not hurt him.Â
Once you bottomed out, Chanâs eyes were unfocused. You leaned downwards to nibble at his swollen lips, and his hand quickly wrapped around your neck, supporting himself. You took this as a sign to continue, and your hips started to move.Â
Moans and groans bounced off the walls as you rammed Chan into the sheets. Chan felt like a drug, his addictive scent filling your nose and brain as you continued to plant hickeys along the sides of his neck. It didnât take long for Chan to arch his back again, and so you stopped.Â
âWha- Y-â Before Chan could say anything, you flipped him around, still impaled in him. Your hips moved at an unforgiving speed, as Chan could only cry your name out in both pleasure and mercy. âCanât⌠Please- closeâŚâ
âIâm close too, hyung.â You pressed a gentle kiss on his shoulder, your hand reaching down to grab at his cock. A few lazy tugs and Chan was cumming, his head on your shoulder as he sobbed, falling to the bed. You groaned at the sudden tightness, pulling out before tight ropes of your cum spurt over Chanâs back and ass.Â
âIâll clean you up, hyung,â you whispered softly as Chanâs heavy eyelids fluttered with exhaustion. Carefully, you lifted him off the bed, guiding him toward the bathroom.
With patience and gentle coaxing, you managed to shower him with warm water, wash away the remnants of the night, and dry him off. By the time you were done, Chan looked peaceful, dressed in clean clothes, and already half-asleep. You laid him gently on your bed, now fresh with newly changed sheets.
Sliding in beside him, you couldnât resist wrapping your arms around his resting form. His familiar strawberry-like scent lingered, soothing you as you nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck.
Contentment swelled in your chest. Tomorrow, you would ask him out on an official date. For now, though, holding him close was more than enough.
bonus:
02:23 a.m.
hannie hyungđ°: so... how did it go? did you get cheolâs favourite junior?
hannie hyungđ°: judging from your lack of response, i guess you got what you want. i really need that strawberry perfume back, you know. besides, if he smells it too often he might get really, like really addicted to it.
hannie hyungđ°: and bononie just cleared out the stash of photos in your dorm, you can bring him back any time.
hannie hyungđ°: we didn't throw it away though, it's at shua's.
hannie hyungđ°: and text me back when you're awake. i can't believe i had to kneel down to you in public, you little freak. do we really have to go all out to that extend?
hannie hyungđ°: hyung loves you, anyway.
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Live reaction to Mastermind, ughhhhh.
Spoilers of course.
Gross.
I like this design; she's cute. Shout out to the character designers.
Satan's design is like whatever. Those imp-like horns on the top of his head looks silly. Just more fucking red on top of red. Loveart23's Satan design for her re imagined is peaked.
This shit is fucking gross, please STOP!
This design is bad too and Ozzie's outfit is hideous.
Bee's outfit here is 100% better than her main one.
See Mammon, no one wants you because you are fat and that's gross!!!! >:(((((
Notice that Mammon is the only sin that is overweight and the only one confirmed to be on the asexual spectrum. Levi's design is horrible. Those colors do not go together.
This line would be amazing if Loona wasn't a whole ass adult. This is so melodramatic I am giggling. "I love you guys." Yeah, you threaten to sexual assault them both to Mooxie and stalked them back in season 1. These characters are not "found family". This is the quality of this show now, just ass.
I skipped the song; I'm not listening to that shit. I'm tired of hearing Stolas singing about Blitz, This is a small smile on my face, you know why just look like my username.
YES SATAN!! This shit got me laughing, why he is crying over Stolass?? Fuck him, he is a fetishizer.
This is the FIRST time Stella and Via have interacted....we are at the end of season two. Look guy, she's being EVIL!!!!! and doesn't care about her daughter at all. *eye roll*
What does Stolas even do?? We never seen him do his royal duties, just fucking around with IMP or he is in his mansion.
You want to fuck your sister.
GET IT!! HE EATS A LOT!!!! MAMMON IS FAT!!!!! ISN'T THAT GROSSS!!!!!???????
I WANT TO PUNCH A HOLE IN MY WALL. Viv will never beat the fatphobia allegations. Let fat character exists without doing shit like this.
I notice that all or most of rail thin characters are rarely seen eating food but Mammon and Adam who are fat eat food on the regular.
I'm sending the fandom there too. My new favorite minor character! Thank you, janitor imp. You're a real one for this.
She better not assault Blitz every again.
Why is Blitz bathing him??? This is giving me bad vibes like why????
DROWN!!! Please do us a favor and DROWN!!!
Rating: 2/10
I don't care about Blitz, Stolas, and their relationship. It is boring and bland like dry moldy toast. It being the main "appeal" to Helluva is an awful choice, no one can tell me otherwise. This is why the views have been dropping since the released of Full Moon. The shippers are this show's life support and if they ever become unhappy, this show is tank.
This episode barely kept my attention unlike the previous one. I even paused it to eat some Hawaiian Rolls, and I had more fun eating bread than watching this episode.
The only thing that kept me interested was the small mentions of Lucifer. If did not have a hyper fixation on him, I would probably not finish the episode.
The crew hyping up Vassago by putting him in that pride parade print and other merch is funny because he does nothing. He has no personality out of being Spanish. If something is hyped by Viv or anyone else, it's going to be lame.
We know season three will have more focus on Ars Goetia so he will probably be Stolas' future Latin lover or even worse, a love triangle between him, Stolas, and Blitz. Vassago and Stolas should get together, they both have "ass" in their names.
Viv said this episode is one of her favorites and is self-indulgent. Self-indulgent where??? This is just your standard season two epsiode of Helluva. I thought it was going to be more of a musical episode.
Anyway, this episode is bad in my opinion.
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Pardonnez-moi, Monsieur!- Solivan brugmansia x Yan!G.N Reader! (Part 6!) Final (Rushed)-(Sfw!)
The kid at the back is a 18+ visual novel Minors don't interact!-(new tws)
Words: 10000
Genre: Yandere-(Self aware yandere won the poll)
(Reader is G.N)-(This part is Sfw!)
Summary: Youâve become consumed by your obsession with Solivan Brugmansia. What started as innocent curiosity quickly spiraled into a fixation. He started it and you began to stalk him, learning every detail about his life. You felt a sick sense of satisfaction in making Solâs world safer while growing increasingly delusional about your connection with him. Your love for him deepens as you fantasize about the future, convinced that you are the one who truly understands himâbetter than anyone else. Despite the line between reality and obsession blurring, you remain certain: Sol is yours, even if he doesnât know it yet.. You're his and he's yours...
Trigger Warning: This content contains themes of obsessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, mental instability, and delusional thinking, Drugging, Yandere?, Hopeless in love for attention Please read with caution.
Obsessive behavior: The reader becomes dangerously fixated on someone, bordering on stalking and delusion.
Manipulation: The reader engages in schemes to control or harm others, often through deception.
Mental illness: Delusional thinking, possible dissociation from reality, and unhealthy fixation on someone.
Violence: There are references to bullying, physical harm, and emotional manipulation.
Emotional abuse: Both in terms of how the protagonist manipulates others and how they might internalize toxic behaviors.
Stalking: The reader watches and follows the person they are obsessed with.
Dubious Consent: Themes of physical closeness and intimacy while one party is incapacitated or pretending to be.
Dark Romanticization: Romanticizing toxic and unhealthy dynamics, including possessiveness and dominance.
Control and Power Imbalance: One character exhibits significant control over the otherâs vulnerability.
EXTRA: He's a character from a game named The kid at the back!! Note, The relationship presented here between sol and reader is extremely toxic!! In no way, Just because I'm writing doesn't mean I support this kind of toxicity. Note, It's okay to like sol if you know the flaws and don't be a blind eye on them! Again, I don't support his actions etc! If you hate sol ignore this.
You worked on preparing something in the kitchen, your focus wavered, and before you knew it, you accidentally called out to Sol the way Hyugo always didââSunny.â
He blinked, his expression shifting to one of mild confusion as he tilted his head. âSunny?â
Realizing your slip, you quickly clarified, chuckling nervously. âSorry, itâs just⌠Hyugo calls you that. I didnât mean toââ
Before you could finish, Sol interrupted, his curiosity piqued. âIf Hyugo gets to give me a nickname, why canât you?â
The suggestion made you pause. A nickname for Sol? That felt⌠oddly intimate. But you couldnât deny the idea was a little exciting. Your mind raced for something that felt fitting, something uniquely yours to call him.
âPumpkin,â you blurted out, testing the waters.
Solâs lips twitched into a soft smile, his crimson-orange eyes lighting up at the suggestion. âPumpkin, huh?â he repeated, letting the word roll off his tongue. He seemed pleased at first but then placed a finger under his chin, his gaze turning thoughtful as he studied you.
âBut,â he began slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, âdonât you think that nickname suits you better?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âMe?â
He nodded, his tone calm and resolute. âYes, it suits you.â
Your cheeks warmed as you processed his words. âItâs the nickname you want me to have, huh?â you asked, trying to sound playful, but the warmth in his gaze was almost too much to handle.
âIt fits you,â he said simply, smiling as if that was all the explanation needed.
Your heart skipped a beat as his words lingered in the air. Of course, you knew exactly why it felt so familiar. Pumpkin. It was the name he whispered when he thought you were asleep, the name he muttered under his breath during those nights he lingered too close for too long. You bit your lip, trying to push the thought away before it consumed you entirely.
â...I always hear this nickname in my dreams,â you muttered absentmindedly, immediately regretting it when you saw Solâs eyes widen in surprise. You quickly waved your hand to dismiss it. âAh, itâs nothing, really.â
But Solâs reaction was something else entirely. His face softened into a look of pure adoration, as if the idea that you might dream of him made his heart burst. That realization seemed to make him⌠happy. Dangerously happy.
You coughed awkwardly and tried again. âAlright, how about⌠babygirl?â
The moment the word left your lips, Solâs eyes widened like saucers before he let out an uncharacteristic snicker. His shoulders shook as he tried to stifle his reaction, but within seconds, he broke into full laughter, clutching his stomach as he doubled over.
âAhahahaha!â he laughed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
âBitch! Iâm serious! Stop laughing!â you exclaimed, your face burning with embarrassment. âYouâre so cuteâahhhâŚâ That last part slipped out in a mumble, but you couldnât take it back now.
Sol wiped at his eyes, his laughter finally settling as he caught his breath. âI have no idea where you got that idea, but Iâm clearly far from being a⌠babygirl.â He snickered again, shaking his head. âItâs cute, though.â
"Husband?"
Sol choked on his breath the moment the words left your lips. His head snapped to the side as he desperately tried to hide the deep crimson blush spreading across his cheeks. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât suppress the ridiculously goofy smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
âOh, god,â he muttered under his breath, his voice cracking slightly. âYou⌠want to⌠ahahaââ
You grinned at his flustered state, deciding to push him further.
âAre you sure?â he stammered, glancing at you nervously. âDonât you think people are going to, you know, take it the wrong way if you start calling me your husband, Y/n?â
You leaned forward, propping your chin in your hand with a teasing glint in your eyes. âI donât care,â you said with a shrug, smirking at how his blush deepened. âBut I think youâll die of shyness before anyone else says anything.â
He inhaled sharply, his eyes darting everywhere except at you.
âI mean, you do give off husband vibes,â you continued with a giggle.
Solâs gaze immediately dropped to his lap, his fingers nervously fumbling with the edge of his sleeve as he mumbled under his breath, âYouâre killing meâŚY/nâ
You giggled harder, relishing his reaction. âAlright, alright! Iâll think of something else. But heyââhusbandâ would be so cute, wouldnât it?â
His ears turned an even darker shade of red as he tried to compose himself, but he was clearly losing the battle.
âThis is the final one then!â you declared with a triumphant smile. âLove.â
Sol froze, his entire body stiffening at the sound of the word. A visible shiver ran up his spine as his wide eyes finally met yours.
âL-Love?â he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, grinning like a cat whoâd just cornered a mouse.
The tips of his ears practically glowed crimson as he quickly looked away again, twiddling his thumbs nervously. His leg began to bounce under the table, betraying the nerves he was desperately trying to hide.
âIâm⌠Iâm alright with that,â he finally murmured, his voice unsteady but undeniably sincere.
You couldnât resist leaning closer, teasing him further. âYou sure people wonât take that the wrong way?â
Solâs lips twitched into a shy smile as he took a deep breath. Then, so quietly you almost missed it, he whispered, âI wouldnât mind, though⌠let them know. Let them all know that you only belong to me.â
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your face heating up despite yourself.
You prided yourself on being observantâsometimes you thought it was a curse, noticing every little thing about him. But now? Watching the way his shy smile betrayed the possessiveness simmering beneath the surface?
It felt like a blessing.
"Should I think of something else?" you teased, tilting your head as you watched his reaction.
Before you could even finish the thought, Sol sat up abruptly, almost standing, his hands raised in a halting gesture as if to physically stop your words from escaping.
âNoââLoveâ is perfect,â he said, his tone firm but laced with a flicker of surprise. His expression was serious, almost too serious, but the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes.
A slow, knowing smile spread across your face. âAlright, Love,â you said softly, drawing out the word just to see his reaction.
Sol froze for a moment, his breath hitching, before leaning back against the couch. His body seemed to relax, but his eyes told a different story. They were heavy-lidded, clouded with a lovestruck haze, as if the nickname alone had sent him spiraling into a daydream he didnât want to escape.
His gaze never wavered from you, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to speak but couldnât find the words. He looked utterly intoxicated, like youâd just become the center of his entire universeâand you savored every second of it.
Your gaze locked with his, the lovestruck look in your eyes mirroring his own. It was intoxicating, overwhelming. The air felt heavy, thick with unspoken emotions that threatened to swallow you both whole. Realizing how deep youâd fallen into his stare, you quickly turned away, heat flooding your cheeks.
âI-I need to cook!â you stammered, desperate to break the spell.
You turned toward the kitchen, fumbling with your phone before pulling up a how-to-make-curry video. âHey, Sol,â you said without looking back, âcould you teach me some food art? Like those fancy lunches you used to make for Hyugo?â
Sol tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at your request before a soft, amused smile broke across his face. âYou want me to teach you, huh? Sure⌠But only if I can help.â
âNo!â You spun to face him, waving a finger in protest. âYouâre injured! Just sit there and be cute.â
He let out a dramatic sigh, his lips forming a perfect pout as he leaned back against the counter. âFine,â he grumbled, crossing his arms, though his eyes sparkled with amusement.
After a moment of gathering ingredients, Sol perked up and began listing off what youâd need for the curry. His voice was calm and instructive, guiding you with ease.
When you finished washing the vegetables, you grabbed the knife, determined to show him you could handle it. But before you could make the first cut, Sol was suddenly beside you, his hand gently covering yours as he slid the knife away.
âLet me,â he said smoothly, picking up the knife and turning to the cutting board with an air of effortless confidence.
âSol, youâre supposed to be resting!â you scolded, but he ignored you, his focus entirely on the task at hand.
With practiced precision, he chopped each vegetable into perfectly equal pieces, his movements fluid and almost mesmerizing. He finished quickly, setting the knife down with a smug grin.
âShowoff,â you muttered under your breath, narrowing your eyes at his cocky expression.
âOh?â His grin widened, and he leaned closer. âYou asked for my help, didnât you?â
Before he could say more, you reached out and grabbed his hand, your fingers brushing over his bandaged knuckles. âYouâre hurt,â you reminded him softly, your voice filled with concern.
For a moment, Sol froze, his confident facade cracking as his expression softened. His gaze fell to your hands holding his, and something tender flickered in his eyes.
âIâm fine,â he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. But he didnât pull his hand away.
You held his hand a little tighter, looking up at him with a mix of exasperation and affection. âNo more sneaky knife tricks, okay?â
He smiledâsoft, genuine, and utterly disarming. âOkay,â he said, but the glint in his eye told you he was already planning his next move.
Sol sighed, running a hand through his hair. âYouâre impossible. But fine, if youâre going to be stubborn, let me at least guide you so you donât chop a finger off.â
You grabbed the knife, determined to prove yourself. "I can manage just fine!" you huffed, setting the carrot on the cutting board and trying to carve it into a petal shape. The result was⌠less than perfect.
Suddenly, you felt a presence behind youâwarm, close, and undeniably suffocating. Solâs hands gently covered yours on the knife, his chest brushing lightly against your back as his breath fanned your ear.
âYouâre too tense,â he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, like honey dripping into your thoughts. âRelax⌠Iâll show you how.â
Your breath hitched. Relax? How am I supposed to relax when youâre this close?
He adjusted your grip, his hands guiding yours with expert precision. âSee? Like this,â he said, his tone a little too soft, a little too seductive.
You wanted to say somethingâanythingâbut the words caught in your throat. The warmth of him pressed against you, the way his fingers curled over yours⌠it was overwhelming. You felt your cheeks heat up, your thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.
Does he know what heâs doing?
âOf course I know what Iâm doing,â Sol said out of nowhere, very seriously.
Your heart skipped a beat. âW-What?!â
He paused, confused, then smirked knowingly. âI mean⌠I do know my ways with knifes."
Can he read my mind?
Somehow, under his guidanceâand despite the mess in your headâyou managed to cut a carrot petal perfectly. You stared down at the result, momentarily stunned.
âWell done,â Sol said, his hands still lingering over yours. âShould I show you again, orââ
You practically jumped out of his grasp, spinning around with a sheepish smile. âNope! Got it! Thanks! All good here!â you blurted, waving your hands frantically.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your reaction. âAre you sure? I wouldnât mind helping you again.â
âNope! Iâm fine!â you squeaked, your voice higher than usual.
Sol chuckled, shaking his head. âAlright, pumpkin,â he said, stepping back with an air of victory.
Your mind raced as you turned back to the cutting board, gripping the knife tightly to ground yourself. Does he know what kind of effect he has on me?
You groaned internally, deciding then and there to never let him cook with you ever again.
You couldnât meet his eyes. âNo! Itâs fine! I got it!" you blurted, jumping up with a Mickey Mouse-like squeak, hands flailing as if trying to prove a point. âI got it right! See?â You turned toward the sink in a panic, trying to wash your hands to do something, anything, to distract yourself from his lingering gaze.
But the thoughts swirled around in your mind like a storm. What was it about him? Why did you feel so... lost in him?
Why was everything he did, every word he spoke, making your heart race like this?
Sol tilted his head, frowning as you adamantly refused to let him help prepare dinner. âIâll just do something easy then, okay? Like juice. No knives, no heavy liftingâsafe and simple.â His tone was calm, but his persistence was unyielding.
You sighed, cornered by his determination. âFine. Orange juice. Thatâs it. Nothing else,â you said firmly, though your heart raced for an entirely different reason.
Sol moved toward the counter, pulling out oranges and the juicer, you couldnât shake the gnawing suspicion creeping into your thoughts. Why does he want to help so badly? It wasnât that you didnât trust his skills; you knew he was competentâbetter than you, even. But the darker part of your mind whispered something sinister: Heâs going to drug it. Thatâs what the sleeping pills in his pocket are for, right?
You shook your head, trying to focus on the curry simmering on the stove. Still, your thoughts kept wandering back to the juice. What if heâs planning to make me fall asleep just so he canâŚ
Your pulse quickened. The idea wasnât entirely unpleasant, which disturbed you even more. Stop it. Youâre the one with the upper hand here, you reminded yourself.
Minutes later, Sol handed you a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, a proud smile on his face. âHere. The least painful job, as promised.â
âThanks,â you murmured, setting it aside on the counter. The curry was boiling hot, nearly ready to serve. You turned off the stove, setting the pot on a trivet. But your mind was already spinning with plans.
âHey, Sol,â you began, keeping your tone light and casual. âCould you call Hyugo and let him know youâre at my place? You know how he gets if we donât keep him in the loop.â
Sol raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. âYour phoneâs dead, though.â
âYeah, but yours isnât,â you countered smoothly. âJust tell him I dragged you here for dinner. I donât want him thinking youâre in trouble or anything.â
Sol hesitated for a moment before sighing. âAlright. Iâll go step outside and call him.â
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, you grabbed the glass of juice heâd prepared, a sly grin spreading across your face. Maybe drugged, maybe not, you thought, shaking your head. Doesnât matter. Not taking chances.
You poured the juice into the sink, washing the glass thoroughly before retrieving a fresh batch from the fridge. You poured the untainted juice into a clean glass, you added a few ice cubes to ensure it would be cold enough to mask any suspicion.
âLetâs see who gets played now,â you muttered under your breath, giggling softly at your own cunning.
The curry was ready, the table set, and the replacement juice sat innocently in its place. You had one last card to play, thoughâa small vial of medicine you had tucked away. It wasnât a sedative exactly, but it would mimic the effects, making you feel tired without fully knocking you out. Perfect for your plan.
You dropped a dose into the âsafeâ glass of juice youâd prepared for yourself. You needed to stay just awake enough to watch Solâs reaction, to see the cracks in his perfect facade when he thought you were asleep.
Letâs see your demons come out, Sol.
The door opened, and Sol returned, his expression softening as he saw the table set. âHyugo says hi,â he said, slipping his phone into his pocket.
âGreat,â you replied, motioning for him to sit.
The warmth of the curry lingered on your tongue as you took another bite, humming in delight. Across the table, Sol chuckled softly, savoring his own meal with a small, content smile.
"You should write down the spices you had me add," you said, swirling the remnants of your curry around with your spoon. "I didnât think this would turn out so good."
"Really?" Solâs eyes sparkled. "You did most of the work. I just pointed a few things out."
He leaned back, his movements relaxed, yet there was a subtle tension in his frameâlike a predator watching its prey.
The conversation drifted to food, and Sol offered casually, "I could send you some of my favorite recipes if you ever want to try making them."
"Yeah, I'd like that," you murmured, smiling faintly.
As the room fell into a quiet rhythm, your thoughts wandered, drawn to him. His presence today had been... overwhelming. From the moment he protected you to cooking beside you in the kitchen, Sol had wormed his way into your life in ways that felt far too intimate. It wasnât just comfort; it was something deeper, darker.
It felt domestic.
It felt... right.
The thought sent a twisted thrill racing through your veins, like an itch you couldnât scratch. You glanced at Sol, who was casually sipping his juice, his eyes flicking to yours every so often.
You tilted your head back, chugging the last of the orange juice in a single gulp. Sol raised an eyebrow at you, amused, but there was something sharp in his gaze, something that made your pulse quicken.
Your breath hitched. The room seemed warmer than before.
What if he did drug it? The idea had been lurking in the back of your mind all night, and now, with every sluggish beat of your heart, you were almost sure.
And yet...
You didnât feel fear. You felt exhilaration.
Your mind spiraled. Would he take care of me if I passed out? Would he carry me to my room? Or would I wake up to something... darker? Would I see that beautiful, unhinged side of him fully unleashed?
The weight of your eyelids began to drag, and you couldnât stop the lazy smile creeping onto your lips.
"What time is it?" you asked, your voice softer than you intended.
"8:45," Sol replied, his voice smooth but lowâalmost teasing.
You blinked at him, your vision blurring slightly. Your heart raced even as your body started to betray you. You had overdone it on the dose; the sleepy effects were hitting faster than expected.
"Iâve taken too much of your time, LoâSol." You let out a yawn, barely able to hold back a crazed little laugh at how this was all unfolding. "You... should go home. Right? Thereâs class tomorrow."
Solâs expression softened, his smile laced with something... dangerous. His eyes burned with an intensity that made your stomach twistâhalf fear, half desire.
"No need to worry about me," he said, leaning in slightly. "Iâm happy you let me in. Happy you trusted me enough to treat my wounds, to share dinner." His words dripped with sincerity, but his gaze... his gaze was anything but innocent.
You tried to lift a hand to his face, to cup his cheek, but your vision swam. There were three of him now, all staring at you, all wearing the same soft, deranged smile.
"You seem tired, pumpkin," Sol whispered
Your heart stuttered, a crazed, heady feeling overtaking you. This is it. This is what I wanted. Show me more of you, Sol.
"Itâs fine," you mumbled, your words slurred. "Just let me get you... something. You need to g-go home, right?"
The glass slipped from your fingers, shattering against the floor. The sound was distant, muffled, like it came from another world.
And then you saw it.
Solâs smile stretched wider, darker, and his eyes gleamed with an obsession so raw it almost brought you to tears.
God, I love this. You thought, the corners of your lips twitching into the barest of smirks as your body gave in to the drowsiness.
Just before your vision faded, you caught the glint of his teeth as he whispered something you couldnât quite make out.
It didnât matter.
You wanted it.
Beyond your hazy, blurred vision, you caught the faint movement of Sol's smileâserene, calm, yet undeniably dark. His hand pushed away the untouched glass of orange juice, his fingers lingering as if mocking your little game.
You sly bastard, your mind whispered, every word tinged with a delirious, obsessive warmth. God, fuck you... fuck you... I love you.
Your senses still clung to you, though your body betrayed the act. You were awakeâbarely. Every sound, every tiny motion, was amplified in the fog of your mind. You could hear him move closer, the scrape of his chair on the floor, the soft crunch of glass underfoot as he stepped toward the sink.
You wanted to laugh, but you couldn't. He knows... maybe not all of it, but enough. Oh, Sol... you brilliant, twisted soul. Take me.
He turned toward the pitcher of orange juice and the abandoned glass, his gaze unreadable. The slight crunch of a packet in his pocket caught your ears, the sound piercing through the fog like a whisper meant only for you.. those pills. So thatâs your game. Were you going to play me, Sol? Or were you testing me?
The thought burned into your chest, clawing its way into your obsessive thoughts.
It doesnât matter. You stayed, didnât you? Youâre still here... with me. God, Iâll let you win this game if you want, just donât stop playing with me.
You felt his handsâsteady, firmâon your shoulders. His touch was everything. Comforting. Possessive. Sinister. His breath, warm against your neck, sent shivers down your spine.
Youâre tasting me already, arenât you? Savoring me.
He inhaled deeply, the sound deliberate, almost indulgent, as if he couldnât help himself. The soft tremor that followed made your heart leap even in your lethargic haze.
You wanted to moan. But you couldnât. All you could do was feel.
His voice broke the silence, soft and low, dripping with tenderness and control.
"Letâs get you to bed, pumpkin."
Your thoughts spiraled. Pumpkin. That name again... itâs mine, isnât it? Yours. Ours. Say it again. Say it when you think Iâm not listening. Say it while youâre watching me.
He slipped an arm beneath your legs and the other behind your back, lifting you with a gentleness that made your skin ache. His strength surprised you, even through his bandaged wounds. He carried you like you were precious. Fragile. His spouse
Your heart hammered, your chest heavy with a love so twisted it felt like it would tear you apart.
This is what I wanted. This is what I fucking dreamed of. Take me, Sol. I donât care what it looks like. I donât care what you do. Just donât leave. Donât leave me alone. Youâre mine as much as Iâm yours. Iâll make you see that someday. Iâll show you... no one else can give you this.
You felt the rhythmic sway of his steps as he carried you toward your room, his lips moving softlyâwords you couldnât quite catch but that you knew were meant for you.
What are you saying, Sol? Sweet nothings? Promises? Confessions? Tell me. Tell me everything. Tell me while you think I canât hear. I want to live in your darkness... drown in it. Youâre perfect. Youâre mine.
He laid you down gently, his hands lingering just a little too long as he adjusted you on the bed.
Sol, Sol, Sol... touch me more. Just a little more. Show me everything. Donât stop now... donât ever stop.
You felt the covers pulled over you, the fabric brushing against your skin. His fingers brushed against your temple, lingering, soft but firm.
"Heh... Hahaha... Hahahahaha." Sol's laughter rang out, soft but unhinged, dripping with the kind of madness that sent chills down your spine and heat rushing to your cheeks.
Oh god, you whispered in your mind, trying to steady the storm of emotions coursing through you.
You didnât know anymoreâwas it his broken, chaotic soul you loved, or was it just him, the entirety of him, darkness and all?
"Oh, my darling Y/N," Sol purred, his voice a velvety mix of affection and possession, "I feel so flattered that you trust me so, so much."
You giggled silently to yourself. Trust? Oh, Sol... if only you knew the truth. Youâd watched him for months, hadnât you? Studied him from afar, noted every habit, every nuance. Youâd been drawn to him long before this moment, long before he thought he had won you.
âDespite meeting me yesterday,â he continued, his tone softening but not losing its edge, âisnât this proof enough? Proof that youâre meant to be mine, as I was always meant to be yours?â
Your breath hitched. God, the way he spoke, the way his words dug under your skin and coiled around your heart like a vice. You were his... but oh, Sol, how little he knew. You were already more his than he could ever realize.
Your thoughts betrayed you. I want to drown in you, Sol. Kiss you until weâre both breathless. Draw your face over and over, photograph every moment of your obsession, and immortalize it in my mind forever.
He shifted closer, his wicked grin evident even without looking. You felt his breath against your neck, hot and electric, his arms tightening possessively around you. His head rested against your chest, and your traitorous heart thudded faster. You could feel him smiling against your skin.
"Your soul resonates with mine," he whispered, his voice a low hum that made your blood race. âI can hear it, feel it, see it in the way you linger even in your dreams.â
God, you were burning alive. You could barely keep your thoughts contained. Sol, youâre driving me mad. How can I keep pretending? I want to turn over, look at you, and devour the chaos in your eyes.
Sol snuggled even closer, practically merging with you as his body molded against yours. âI love you so much, Y/N,â he murmured, his lips brushing faintly against your ear. âI want you to realize it, deep in your soul. I want your heart to sing mineâs name. I know itâll take time... but Iâm growing impatient, sweetheart.â
You nearly whimpered, biting down the sound before it could escape. Your pulse betrayed you again, hammering wildly in your chest. He heard it. Oh, you knew he heard it.
His voice dipped lower, as if to himself, but you caught every word. "When will you realize?"
You almost broke then and there, your thoughts screaming. I do, Sol. I do realize. I know exactly what we are, what weâre becoming. Youâre chaos and obsession, and Iâm the fool who craves it all.
But instead, you stayed silent, pretending to sleep, letting him believe you were entirely under his spell. All the while, you simmered with a deranged kind of love that mirrored his own. You wanted him. God, you wanted him. And soon, youâd let him know just how much.
Your body lay still, but inside, you were burning with a dangerous desire. You had to keep pretending, keep playing this game of sweet dreams and soft whispers, while your mind spun in wicked thoughts of Sol and everything you wanted to do to him.
"Sol... Sol..." you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, your voice soft and dreamy, like a confession in the night.
He froze, his heart leaping in his chest at the sound of his name on your lips. His breath hitched as his mind scrambled, unsure if you were truly asleep or if this was some kind of delicious tease. His arms tightened around you instinctively, and you felt the sudden heat of his body pressing into yours.
You let out a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh, as if lost in a dream. "Sol..." you whispered again, dragging it out just enough to make him crave more.
His face was burning now, the heat of his blush almost suffocating. He couldnât stop the smile that crept onto his lips, the kind of smile that was both pure adoration and a little bit dangerous. He believed it â every word you said, every whisper. In his mind, this was confirmation, this was what he had been waiting for, that you truly desired him, just as much as he desired you.
So cute, he thought, watching your lips curl into a peaceful, dreamy expression. It was enough to drive him wild with longing. The way you whispered his name â you were playing, teasing him, and it was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever heard.
"God..." he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse. He felt a tremble run through his body as his grip on you tightened again.
You could hear him, feel his heartbeat picking up as he fought to keep his composure. But you could tell. His weakness was your touch, your words, your presence. The way you acted like a dreamer in his arms, how you whispered his name as though you were lost in the warmth of him.
It was all too much for him to bear. His face burned with a blush that he couldnât hide, his breath growing shallow as he fought against the overwhelming urge to pull you even closer.
Sol's breath trembled as he watched your peaceful expression, your lips softly parted, whispering his name again, and again. His chest tightened with something deep, primal, like a yearning that refused to be ignored.
"Dreaming about me..." he murmured, his voice thick with longing, almost trembling with the raw emotion he couldn't hide. His lips quivered as if they couldn't contain the truth he felt deep inside. "Ah... Darling, do you love me too?"
His words were low, quietâhe thought you were still asleep, your body gently relaxed in his arms. He didnât want to disturb you, didnât want to force an answer. But deep down, he needed to hear it. He needed confirmation that you felt the same way he did.
His heart pounded as he looked at you, as though you were everything he could ever dream of. He felt weak under the weight of his own desire and affection. He whispered again, voice barely a breath, "I need you to know... I love you so much, Y/N."
The tears that welled in his eyes were a sign of how deeply he cared, how completely he was consumed by you. It was more than obsession. It was devotion, twisted with a dark desire. He didnât realize that he was slowly losing control, his emotions getting the better of him.
He pulled you a little closer, burying his face in your hair, his breath hitching. "You're mine, Y/N. No one else." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his possessiveness, but also with a tenderness he only allowed himself to feel in this moment with you.
he held you tighter, his lips kissed the top of your head, lingering for a moment, his tears mixing with his whispered confession. "I just want you to know... Youâre everything to me, darling." He paused, his voice shaking as he waited for a response he didn't expect, but desperately craved.
Solâs breath hitched as he rifled through your closet, his hands trembling with excitement as he pulled out pieces of clothing he planned to steal some clothing... A piece of you he could keep close, something only he could touch. He grinned to himself, the thought of having you so wrapped around him, even in your absence, sending waves of pleasure through his chest.
He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. "I'll be right back," he whispered, his voice thick with affection, as he turned to continue his search.
You lay there, eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, feeling the exhaustion settling deep into your bones. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, but you knew what he wantedâwhat he always wanted. You felt your thoughts swirl in that dangerous, delicious obsession, but you couldnât stop it. Not now.
Sol's arms clung to one of your oversized sweaters as he nuzzled his face into the fabric, inhaling your scent like it was his lifeline. His smile was lazy, lovesick, almost deranged in its intensity. After kissing your cheek and whispering, "I'll be right back, darling," he slipped into your closet, leaving you lying there in feigned sleep.
You barely moved, too torn between exhaustion and the thrill of what you knew he was doing. Sol rummaging through your things was almost too perfect a scenario, one you'd dreamed of before, but tonight it was real.
Inside the closet, Sol's hands moved with almost reverent care as he touched your clothes, holding each piece as though it were sacred. A gleam of mischief lit up his heterochromatic eyes when he decided to "borrow" one of your hoodies. for him to hug.
Then, something caught his eye. A box tucked into the corner of the closet, partially hidden beneath a blanket. Curiosity burned brighter than caution as he crouched down and pulled it into the dim light. His hands were trembling as he opened the lid.
And then... his world shifted.
Photos of himâand Hyugo. Some candid, others blurry as though taken from a distance. Sketches, endless sketches of his face in varying poses, from loving to enraged to serene. Notes and details scribbled in the margins, every single one obsessively accurate.
Bandages. A pencil he hadnât even realized youâd takenâone he'd lost just days ago. A button from his sweater.
And then there was the journal.
Sol's fingers brushed over its cover, his breath uneven as he opened it. His name, written over and over again in feverish handwriting. Doodles of hearts, sketches of his profile, and wordsâdeclarations, fantasies, phrases that mirrored the chaos in his own mind. It was uncanny. It was terrifying.
It was exhilarating.
He felt his lips curl into an unhinged look as he flipped through the pages, faster and faster, his eyes devouring every stroke of the pen.
But then, a soundâsharp, sudden, and chillingâbroke through his thoughts.
A creak. Like the groan of floorboards or the protest of something heavy shifting. Sol froze, his grip tightening on the journal. Slowly, he turned his head toward the closet door.
"...Y/N?"
The moment Sol turned his head, you were already moving. Before he could react, you were on him, pinning him to the floor with a force that sent the box scattering. Pictures, sketches, and your deepest secrets spilled across the floor like a dam breaking. Solâs back hit the floor, his wide eyes staring up at you, his lips parted in a silent gasp.
You hovered over him, your hands trembling as they gripped his shouldersânot his neck, not his hands. Not the places that screamed at you to touch. You couldnât. You wouldnât.
"I can't hold you by your neck... because you hate it, donât you?!" you hissed, your voice breaking, a venomous whisper mixed with something almost tender. "And your handsâI canât touch those either! Because these hands saved me! Theyâre too... precious! I know all of this because I saw you too!" Your words were frantic, your breath uneven as your emotions clawed their way out of you, raw and desperate.
His eyes were locked on yours, his mouth slightly agape, but he didnât move, didnât resist. His blush deepened, spreading across his pale cheeks, but he stayed silent. Watching. Listening.
You felt your resolve crack further, a sob hitching in your throat as you leaned closer, your voice trembling. âY-you werenât supposed to see that! None of that!â You gestured wildly at the journal, the photos, the sketches. âWhy couldnât you justâjust stay there? Just lay with me? Why are you so goddamn greedy, Sol?â Your words were sharp, accusing, but your expression betrayed your own obsession, your own twisted love.
âYouâve already stolen so much from me. My heart, my thoughtsâhell, a dozen of my clothes! And now, this?!â You gestured to the box again, your voice rising before it cracked into a broken whisper. "You greedy, disgusting bastard... And me? Iâm no better. Iâm just as bad. Look at us...â
Your words faltered as your gaze met his, and you froze. His face mirrored yoursâexactly. The wide, crazed eyes, dilated pupils, blush streaking his cheeks like war paint. His lips quivered, caught between a nervous smile and the urge to speak, but no words came. He just stared at you, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling beneath you.
You were paralyzed by the intensity of itâthe horrifying, beautiful realization. He wasnât scared. He wasnât angry.
He was just like you.
A sick laugh bubbled out of you, breaking the silence. âLook at us... Look at how disgusting we are, Sol! Youâstealing my clothes like some lovesick thief. And me? God, Iâm worse. So much worse. Hiding this box, drawing you like some obsessed freak... We'reââ You choked on your words, tears threatening to spill, but the manic grin on your face remained. "Weâre both so fucking far gone. Itâs sick. Weâre sick.â
And yet... there was something so horribly, perfectly satisfying about it.
Sol lay beneath you, his eyes wide and unblinking, his breath caught in his throat as your words tumbled out in a chaotic symphony of revelation. His lips parted as if to say something, but nothing came. His silence was deafening, his body frozen, his face betraying that strange, terrifying cocktail of shock and... acceptance.
âYou... youâve been stalking me, havenât you?â you whispered, your voice sickly sweet as you leaned closer, lips brushing just past his ear. âYou watched me, didnât you? Followed me home... went through my things. You even drugged meâor almost did. Almost.â Your laugh was low and breathy, sending shivers down his spine. You could feel it, the way his body tensed and trembled beneath your touch.
And then, with a sudden, wicked grin, you asked, âMay I?â Your lips hovered near his neck, the words dripping with teasing affection. He didnât answer, only inhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling rapidly. That was enough.
You pressed your lips to his neck, slow and deliberate, and he shuddered under you. His arms moved almost instinctively, wrapping around you as if to anchor himself. His breaths came heavier now, his hands gripping the fabric of your clothes.
âSol, Sol, SolâŚâ you murmured against his skin, giggling softly as you pulled back to look at him. His face was a mess of emotionsâblush spreading across his cheeks, lips trembling, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with something primal. âLook at you... My beloved, my sweet, sweet Sol.. Is it shocking to see me this crazey?!"
You tilted your head, studying him like an artist admiring their own masterpiece. âI canât even decide if I should kiss you again or just... hug you forever.â Your laugh broke out again, louder, unhinged. âAhahaha! Oh, God, I canât even choose! You make me want everything, Sol! Everything you are!â
Your grin widened further, almost painful, your voice sharp and cutting even as your tone stayed sweet. âThat smile of yours... Thatâs the one, isnât it? The one that blinds me to everyone else. Like a bright, burning sun that drowns out the whole world. God, youâre so good at pretending to be sweet, but I see you, Sol. I see whatâs behind it!â
You pressed your forehead against his, your grin softening, but your words still carried that playful, mocking edge. âYouâre a little liar, you know? Just like me. And you know what?â Your voice dropped, almost reverent, as you whispered, âI love it. I love you.â
You paused, giggling again, shaking your head as if you couldnât believe it yourself. âBut letâs not pretend Iâm better. Oh, no.â You gestured wildly at the scattered contents of your box. âIâm just as bad as you. Worse, even. Look at all this! Iâm a walking red flag, and youââ You leaned back slightly, giving him a once-over, your smile turning teasing. âYouâre waving me around like youâre proud.â
Your laughter echoed again, filling the space around you, almost hysterical. âWhat a pair we make! The obsessed and the obsessive... No, waitâwhoâs who again?â You tilted your head, smirking. âIt doesnât matter, does it? Weâre both disgusting, both broken... and God, isnât it just perfect?â
Solâs wide-eyed stare softened just slightly, his lips quirking into the faintest of smiles. A fragile, deranged thing that mirrored your own.
And as you leaned closer again, your voice dropped to a whisper, still playful, still sharp. âIâll trash-talk myself all day, darling, but donât think for a second youâre off the hook. Youâre mine, Sol. And Iâm yours. So, go ahead...â
You cupped his face again, your grin never faltering. âSay something. Tell me Iâm wrong. Tell me Iâm not exactly what you wanted.â
Your fingers curled into Solâs shirt with trembling force, clutching it so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, tears pooling in your eyes as you stared down at him. The words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, each syllable laced with frustration, desperation, and something raw and terrifying.
"Why? Why aren't you saying anything?!" Your voice cracked as you shook him slightly, your grip relentless. âWhy arenât you telling me anything?! I know you feel itâI see it! Youâre just like me! Youâre the same as me!â Tears streamed down your cheeks, but your voice only grew louder, more frantic. âDonât fucking lie to me, Sol! Youââ
You froze mid-sentence, your eyes locking with his. His expression hadnât changed. Those eyes of his⌠they were the same as yours. Wide, shimmering, and brimming with something overwhelmingâsomething obsessive. They mirrored your own crazed love-stricken gaze so perfectly it stole the breath from your lungs.
He was silent, utterly still, and yet⌠there it was. That unshakable devotion, that desperate yearning. It was written all over his face, in the way his lips parted just slightly, the way his breath hitched, the way he clung to you as if letting go would shatter him completely.
Sol's voice came out almost as a whisper, unsure but laced with a tinge of fear. âHowâlong have you knownâŚ?â
You tilted your head, an innocent smile playing on your lips, though your eyes were anything but innocent.
âWhat...?â you asked, feigning confusion.
Solâs gaze dropped, his fingers twitching at his sides. âThat I was...watching...you.â
You couldn't hold back the giggle that bubbled up from deep inside you, the sound light but eerie. âOh, honey... the correct word is âstalking.â But you know, since a few months now... I knew exactly what you were up to. Every little thing. The way youâd slip in and out when you thought I wasnât paying attention. The food you tried to drug... oh, how cute it was. But, donât worry. It wasnât the first time I noticed.â
His expression faltered, surprise crossing his face, but you could sense a mix of pride and discomfort swirling within him.
âHowâand you donât hate me?â His voice trembled slightly, cracking for the first time.
You leaned in closer, almost toying with him, your voice gentle as you whispered, âNo. Not at all.â
Solâs eyes widened in disbelief, his lips parting as if to say something but then stopping himself. His brows furrowed. âWhat? I donât understand. Why wouldnât you hate me?â He asked again, but this time, there was more clarity, more strength in his tone than before.
You smirked, tilting your head to the side, as if you were finally offering him the answer he so desperately wanted. âI donât have a âchoice,â Sol.â
A flicker of confusion danced across his face as his grip tightened slightly around you, as though searching for more answers in your gaze. âWhat?â
You paused for a moment, letting the words sink in. A soft, almost eerie smile tugged at the corner of your lips. âItâs just that I didnât have any other choice but to love you.â
His expression faltered, and for the briefest of moments, you saw something almost humanâsomething fragileâcross his face. A flush crept up his cheeks, though his eyes remained sharp, guarded.
âYou basically own me now, Sol,â you said quietly, your voice unshaken. You couldnât help but feel a twinge of pride in the way the words fell from your lips. You werenât afraid. You were comfortable in this.
And then, softly, hesitantly, he finally spoke. His voice was fragile, almost trembling, as if the question itself might break him. âDo you⌠love me?â
The room fell into a suffocating silence. His words hung in the air, heavy and vulnerable, cutting through your spiraling emotions like a knife. For a moment, you were stunned into silence, your grip loosening slightly on his shirt.
Thatâs what he was worried about? After everythingâafter the stalking, the stealing, the obsessionâthatâs what he cared about? Your mind raced, trying to process the absurdity of it all.
But as you stared at him, at the raw, unguarded emotion in his eyes, something shifted. All the anger, all the chaos inside you seemed to pause, replaced by a single, undeniable truth.
You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper as you answered, your own vulnerability slipping through. âSolâŚâ Your hands trembled against his chest. âOf course I love you.â Your voice cracked on the last word, tears slipping down your cheeks. "How could I not? Youâve consumed me. Youâre all I ever think about. All I ever want. All I ever need.â
His lips quivered, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he searched your face for any hint of deceit. But there was none. Just raw, terrifying honesty.
âI love you,â you repeated, louder this time, your voice breaking as you clung to him. âAnd I hate it, Sol. I hate how much I love you. I hate what itâs turned me into. But I canât stop. I donât want to stop.â
His arms wrapped around you suddenly, pulling you against him with a force that stole your breath. His body trembled as he buried his face in your shoulder, his voice muffled and shaky. âIâve waited so long to hear you say that,â he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. âSo longâŚâ
You didnât need to say anything more. Just the way you looked at him spoke volumes. There was a darkness to your smile, a chilling calmness that matched his own twisted nature. You leaned in slightly, your voice low and almost pleading, but still with an air of authority, âDonât ever leave me, Sol.â
His breath hitched. He froze for a moment, his hand instinctively reaching for his head, his fingers gripping it tightly, as though he could escape the weight of the words you just laid upon him.
âThat wonât happen,â he murmured, voice thick with a promise that both scared and thrilled you.
Before you could respond, before you could even process what was happening, Sol closed the distance between you, his hand coming to the back of your head. He pulled you in closer, his lips crashing against yours with an intensity that made your heart race.
There was no gentleness in it, only a raw, desperate needâa desire to consume, to possess, to claim. His kiss was demanding, as though he couldnât wait any longer to have you all to himself. It was everything you wanted, everything you needed.
Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, but neither of you seemed ready to face it. The silence was comfortable, the weight of your shared night still lingering in the air. Solâs steady breathing against you was soothing, and it made it hard to even think about moving. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, as if he feared youâd vanish if he let go.
You lay there, with your head resting on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. Everything felt so surreal. After everythingâthe madness, the obsession, the twisted loveâyou were here. Together. And for a brief, beautiful moment, you couldnât find a single reason to pull away.
Sol shifted slightly, his voice a soft whisper in the stillness of the room. "Is this... is this the first time I've slept well in a while?"
You paused, taking in his words, unsure how to respond. He had told you things, bits and pieces of his own brokenness, but this was different. This was the side of Sol that you never really expected to seeâthe one that wasnât in control, the one who needed something, someone.
"Yeah," he murmured, almost to himself. "After everything... with you, it feels... different."
The quiet lingered between you, but neither of you rushed to fill it with words. The kiss, the emotions that came with it, and the truth that had been laid bareânone of it was easy to digest. But somehow, it felt right. Neither of you had to say much. The bond was there, thickening around you like an unspoken promise.
For once, Sol wasnât the one in control. For once, he just wanted to stay there with you.
You lightly brushed a strand of hair from his face, gazing down at him, trying to make sense of the situation. It was strange, how the person who had been stalking you, watching your every move, could now look so... innocent. After everything youâd gone through together, after the craziness of the past few days, here he was, holding you like you were the one thing that could keep him grounded.
Your fingers brushed his cheek gently, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Oh, Sol," you whispered, "the soul you are..."
Sol didnât respond immediately, his arms tightening slightly around you, pulling you in closer. He wasnât saying anything, but his presence spoke volumes. His usual intensity had faded, replaced by a softness, like he was content. Almost like he was at peace for the first time in a long time.
It was funny. Youâd expected so much resistance, so much chaos between the two of you. But instead, Sol had become... almost like a puppy. Gentle, needy, and completely devoted now that youâd given him what he wantedâa relationship. The storm inside him had quieted, and now he just wanted you. All of you.
He nuzzled his face against your neck, letting out a small, contented sigh.
The morning light streamed through the window, but neither of you seemed eager to face the reality outside. You could feel Solâs arms tightening around you, his grip almost possessive, like he didnât want to let you goânot now, not ever. His presence was soothing yet consuming, and despite everything, you couldnât bring yourself to push him away. He simply held you, content and silent.
You sighed softly, feeling the weight of your thoughts press down on you. âSol,â you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, âWe have school today.â
But even as you said it, you didnât move. Sol didnât either. His gaze shifted to you, his eyes filled with an intensity that you had come to recognize all too well. Then, that damned smile of hisâbright and blinding like the sunâspread across his face. He closed his eyes again, nuzzling his head into your neck, as if the world outside didnât matter.
You smiled in return, that same small, knowing smile, as you closed your eyes. Skipping a day doesnât matter, you thought, feeling your heartbeat steady as you lay there with him, cocooned in the quiet warmth of the moment.
You didnât know what was happening. You didnât know if it was the obsession, or just the way Sol had slowly wormed his way into your heart. Part of you wondered if you were truly in love with him, with his darkness, or if you had fallen for something elseâhis childlike, innocent need for you, perhaps. But one thing was certain. You were in love with something dark.
Something inside you whispered that it didnât matter what it was, as long as you had him. You felt yourself sinking deeper into him, losing track of what was real and what was just a product of your twisted desires.
The day could wait. Everything could wait. You were here, with him, ad that's!
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Your thoughts twisted in a way you hadn't fully expected. Sol's warm body pressed against yours was all you could focus on, as his steady breathing filled the space between you. His presence was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but wonder how far you'd fallen into this spiral.
Is this what love feels like?
You couldn't stop the question from swirling in your mind, but you weren't sure if it was love anymore. Not the kind they talked about in fairy tales, not the kind people dreamt of. This felt differentâdarker, somehow. The way he clung to you, the way he needed you, it was suffocating yet strangely comforting.
Itâs like Iâm his obsession, his world, and I canât escape it. But I donât want to.
His grip on you, though tender, felt possessiveâlike he was marking his territory. Your heart fluttered, but not from nervousness. There was something wrong with the way you craved his touch, the way you wanted him to tighten his hold on you.
You tried to brush the thought away, but it lingered like a haunting whisper in the back of your mind. What if this is all Iâve ever wanted? To be owned, to be the center of his world?
You looked down at him, the boy who had slowly seeped into your life, becoming the very air you breathed. His face, soft and serene in sleep, looked almost innocent. But you knew better. He wasnât innocent. Not with that smile. Not with that darkness lurking in his eyes whenever he was awake.
Do I want to be the one to tame him? The thought came unbidden, a dangerous curiosity taking root. But you werenât scared. No, you were... enthralled.
He stirred slightly, his breath tickling your neck as his lips brushed against your skin. You felt that familiar thrill course through you, the dark and twisted desire that you couldnât stop. You wanted to taste his madness, wanted to pull him deeper into the abyss with you. You both were tangled in this web of obsession, and it felt like the only thing that made sense.
God, what is wrong with me?
The question was fleeting, a mere afterthought to the way your heart sped up when he pulled you closer. You didnât care anymore.
Youâre mine, Sol. Iâm yours. Forever. The thought was clear, possessive, and there was no escape from it. You smiled to yourself, knowing deep down that you were just as tangled in this as he was.
And that was exactly how you wanted it.
That was all that mattered right now.
Thank you for everyone who read this series, TBH the ending is rushed. I wasn't able to write it much any longer I wanted to end it. I'm sorry if the 'ending' is bad. I was just pointing out two things Reader only started to love the side of his true self than himself. It has to be messed up. I hope i didn't ruin anyone's day with it. I wanna thank to everyone who supported me it was really fun to write...I guess it's time to wrap up! Please send comments I like reading them and replying I'm so sorry Comments make me happy.
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Better than him
JJ Maybank has always been in love with you, but you chose Rafe Cameronâthe worst decision, in his eyes. He always watched from the sidelines that was until he reached his breaking point.
Warnings- not really any jealousy.
The night air was thick with humidity as you walked down the beach, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. The argument with Rafe still echoed in your earsâhis harsh words, the way heâd grabbed your arm before letting you go with a warning.
You spotted JJ sitting on the lifeguard tower, a beer in hand. He looked up as you approached, his expression shifting from surprise to concern the moment he saw your face.
âWhat the hell happened?â he asked, jumping down to meet you.
âNothing,â you muttered, brushing past him.
âDonât give me that,â JJ said, stepping in front of you. âYouâre shaking. Did heâdid Rafe do something?â
You hesitated, your silence answering for you. JJâs jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists.
âI canât keep watching this,â he said, his voice rough with emotion. âI canât keep watching him hurt you.â
You sat on the sand, staring out at the dark waves. JJ paced in front of you, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by raw frustration.
âYou donât have to stay with him, you know,â he said, running a hand through his hair. âYou donât owe him anything.â
âItâs not that simple,â you said quietly.
âYes, it is!â JJ snapped, then immediately softened his tone. âSorry. I just⌠I donât get it. Why him? Why notââ
âWhy not you?â you finished for him, looking up at him.
JJ froze, his blue eyes locking with yours. He swallowed hard, then dropped to his knees in front of you.
âYes,â he said, his voice breaking. âWhy not me? Iâd never hurt you. Iâd never make you feel small or scared. IâdâIâd love you the way you deserve to be loved.â
Tears filled your eyes, and you shook your head. âItâs not that simple, JJ. Rafe⌠heâs different when itâs just us. He can be goodââ
âGood doesnât leave bruises,â JJ interrupted, his voice sharp. âGood doesnât make you cry, doesnât make you feel like this.â
You looked away, the truth of his words cutting deep.
âI know you think you love him,â JJ said, his tone softer now. âBut love shouldnât hurt like this. And I canâtââ He broke off, his voice trembling. âI canât stand by and watch him destroy you. Please, just⌠leave him. Be with me. Let me show you what itâs supposed to feel like.â
JJ reached for your hand, his touch gentle.
âIâd do anything for you,â he said. âYou know that, right?â
You nodded, tears spilling over. âI know.â
âThen trust me,â he whispered. âTrust that I can be better for you. That Iâll never let anyone hurt you again.â
Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes begged you to believe him. You wanted to. God, you wanted to. But leaving Rafe felt impossibleâlike trying to escape a storm that followed you everywhere.
âI donât know how,â you admitted, your voice barely audible.
JJ cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. âYou donât have to know. Just take my hand, and weâll figure it out together.â
For a moment, you let yourself imagine itâa life with JJ, free from Rafeâs shadow. It felt like breathing for the first time in years.
âI have to go,â you said, pulling away from JJ.
âNo,â he said, standing as you did. âDonât go back to him. Please.â
âI donât have a choice,â you said, your voice trembling.
âYou always have a choice,â JJ said, desperation lacing his words. âChoose me. Please, just once⌠choose me.â
You hesitated, your heart caught between the life you knew and the life you wanted.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, turning away.
JJ watched you go, his heart breaking as the waves swallowed the sound of your footsteps.
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Later that night
You sat in Rafeâs car, his hand gripping your thigh as he drove. His apologies came in wavesâsweet words meant to soothe the wounds heâd inflicted.
But all you could think about was JJâthe way heâd looked at you, like you were worth saving and for the first time, you wondered if he might be right.
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Hi I really love your writing! Not sure if you are taking any prompts, no worries if not!
I was wondering if you could something with Melissa x reader similar to Janine and Gregory where they both work at the school and maybe the reader is dating someone but they have a moment like the club scene or PECSA weekend.
Hope you're having a good day lovely human!
Not dead! Nor have I given up on writing or filling the prompts I still have to fill! But a weird thing did happen - I went to a hypnotist show with friends thinking I wouldn't be affected... Long story short, I remember the first fifteen minutes of the show. Apparently, I was in the show for the rest of it. So that was a thing. But that's not the weird thing. The hypnotist said that a side effect of his hypnosis is often a better ability to focus, a quieter mind and less anxious thoughts. I have to hand it to the man, his words seem to be true. An unexpected side effect of this for me though is that it turns out the noise and chatter in my mind actually helps me write my fics. Now it's all a bit quiet in there and it's been hard to get the words out. But, that doesn't mean I don't still love writing - so we're pushing through.
I do have a confession though - this story has two prompts noted at the top of it in my drafts and although I can't find any evidence that I've posted it under either prompt, if I have already posted this and somehow have missed it, please let me know and I shall take the duplicate down.
Anyway, enough about me. Enough rambling. I hope you enjoy!
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It would be easier if she wasnât nice to you.Â
If she wasnât nice to you, she could just be the untouchable, hot as hell, fiery goddess you admired from afar.Â
But no. She let you sit with her and Barb at lunch. She even brought you lunch after a few conversations had strayed into discussing cooking and favourite recipes during said lunch breaks.
How were you meant to get over your ridiculous crush when she actually gave you the time of day? When she smiled like that? When her whole face lit up and she gestured so animatedly when she got caught up talking about something?
And as if that wasnât enough, how were you ever meant to recover after seeing her so soft with her students? Going out of her way to open up to them and help them.Â
It was ridiculous, though. You knew that. What good was ever going to come of it?Â
Kid. Thatâs what she calls you. Itâs a constant reminder of the age gap between you. Of the chasm that you feel you canât even begin to cross when she sees you as some eager little kid.
Youâve always had a thing for older women. From those early, confused days of watching your on-screen idols, to realising you didnât want to be them. You didnât want to be friends with them. You just wanted them.Â
You want one in particular, but as you look across at her, her red hair ablaze in the sunshine, you force those feelings down once more. If friendship is what sheâs offering youâre not about to beat her with that olive branch. Youâll deem yourself lucky and move on.
Even if she has ruined you for anyone else.Â
*~*
âYou know,â drawled Barbara. âItâs beginning to become a habit.â
âWhat is?â asked Melissa, turning to face her friend with a frown.Â
âStaring at her,â said the older woman, eyebrow raised.Â
The red head scoffs. âAs if. I donât know what you think youâre seeing but that ainât it.â
*
It was all said in jest to begin with. Gentle teasing about a few wayward glances. That was until Barb started to see her best friend be genuinely nice to you.Â
To begin with, she tolerated you. You werenât one of the eager little puppies she so often saw when it came to younger new hires. That much was evident from the start. You were an old soul. You carried a different energy.Â
One that Melissa apparently appreciated just as much as the view. Barb stood beside her the red head as they watched over the kids leaving school, keeping an eye on the them as they left for the day, making their way to busses, rides or parents. Or rather, Barb was keeping watch over the children. A quick glance at Melissa confirmed that her attention was directed at you where you stood a little way off, chatting happily with a young girl about the book she was waving at you as she waited for her mother to collect her.Â
âGirlâŚâ
âDonât,â sighed Melissa, crossing her arms across her chest.Â
That took Barb by surprise. She had expected the red head to deny it. âYou mean?â
âItâs stupid. Sheâs some pretty young thing and IâmâŚolder than I care to admit.â
Turning to look at her friend, her expression sad, the older woman reached out and placed a comforting hand on the other womanâs arm. âAnd? Whatâs it called? A Spring, Winter romance?â
âMay, December,â corrected Melissa automatically. âBut same thing.â
âExactlyâ said Barb. âThereâs a name for it and everything. Itâs a thing.â
âItâs not a thing,â huffed the red head, turning on her heel and heading back into the building. âItâs stupid and Iâll get over it, just like I do everything else in my life.â
*~*
Youâre not sure youâre entirely on board for PECSA.Â
Out of school, things are different. Lines are blurred and youâre seeing a whole different side to your colleagues. Youâre not sure if itâs liberating or terrifying. And thatâs before you add in the factor of the other teachers who have also been set free from the constraints of the classroom and are now loose in the wild.
Youâre sure your confusion must show on your face, particularly when at the end of one of the breakout sessions you find yourself caught up in conversation with a striking older woman who teaches at another school across town.
You donât see Melissa at first, who watches the interaction with interest. Sheâs not used to seeing you outside of school, and it takes her back to realise that the woman is flirting with you. Openly and blatantly flirting with you. Sheâs touching your arm, leaning into you. Smiling and laughing.Â
In return, you know youâre blushing something terrible, especially when the woman hands you a page from her notebook with her number scrawled across it. Watching the woman walk away, throwing you a smile over her shoulder to you, you finally see the red head standing in the doorway where she said sheâd meet you so you could head for lunch together.
âShe not a bit old for you?â she asks as you approach, your blush still heating your cheeks.
You frown. âIf she looks like that and thinks Iâm hot enough to give me her number, theyâre the numbers Iâm interested in,â you reply, heading in the direction of the lunch buffet.Â
Barb overhears the comment, unable not to smirk at your flash of sass. âJealous?â she asks, leaning into the red headâs space.Â
âOf what?â barks Melissa, crossing her arms across her chest as she watches you go. âOh leave off!â she snarks at the older womanâs raised eyebrow.
*
How the day has gone from serious talks and breakout sessions to cocktails by the pool youâre still trying to wrap your head around. Adjusting your cover up, you head around the side of the pool, heading for the bar. You hope the day starts to feel a little bit more normal with a drink in your hand.Â
Gazing out over the water, you catch sight of Melissa. Or rather, you catch sight of a lot more of Melissa than youâve ever had the privilege of seeing before. Not looking where youâre walking as your eyes drink in the magnificent view thereâs no saving yourself as you step forward and your foot finds water instead of concrete.
âIs that?â Melissa asks incredulously at the dramatic splash that comes from the other side of the pool. Sheâs up out of her lounger before Barb can comment and the older teacher can only watch on in amusement as the red head storms off in your direction.Â
You pull yourself out of the pool, allowing yourself to perch on the edge as you try your best to ignore the chuckles of those around you who have noticed your mishap.Â
âWhat the fuck happened?â
You look up and of course Melissa is there. Right there, lit up in the sun like an angel, red hair haloed around her head. It takes a moment to realise that her eyes are roving over you, and not just your face. You glance down where your cover up now clings to your skin, almost see through.Â
Looking up you see Melissa blink rapidly a few times before offering you a hand. You reach for her, smiling as she helps pull you to your feet. âThanks,â you smile sheepishly. âI guess I should go change.â
âItâs a pool, youâre allowed to be a little wet,â the red head smirks back at you. âBesides, weâre this close to the bar now, be rude not to take advantage.â
*
Melissa appears at the bar next to you with a huff, grumbling under her breath. Her attention is focused on trying to get the attention of the barman. Mumbling though she is, sheâs speaking just loud enough for you to make out what she was saying.Â
âHe was an ass,â you tell her, watching as her head whipped around, finally realising you were there.Â
âWhat?â she asks with a frown, already tipsy.Â
âYour ex,â you enlighten her. You may not have heard the comment that led to her current dip in mood, or ever have met the man, but you know enough.
Her frown only deepens. âYou donât know a thing about him.â
âI know he didnât appreciate what he had and left you,â you offer, ordering a drink when the barman appears in front of you, before turning back to Melissa to ask what she wants. You find her looking at you oddly, her expression unreadable. She quickly snaps out of it and barks and order at the bartender.
*
Barb has had more than a few drinks, it would appear as she flags you down to sit with her as you pass her table.Â
âSit, sit,â she smiles, trying to reach for your arm and push the chair out next to her at the same time in an uncoordinated matter.Â
Catching her hands, you still her as you slide into the seat beside her to placate her. Her gaze is a little unfocused, her words edging towards slurred. You hadnât quite realised how drunk she was, but then again, looking around the room, it would have been more of a surprise for her to be sober.Â
âDonât call that woman,â she tells you, leaning into your space.
âWhat woman?â you frown.
âThat woman who gave you her number,â says Barbara like itâs obvious.Â
You try not to think about the fact that for Barb to know, Melissa must have mentioned it. That itâs been on her mind enough to mention it to the older woman. âWhy not?â
âShe wouldnât like it.â
âShe gave me her number,â you point out. âI donât think she would mind.â
Barb shakes her head. âNot her. Her,â she says, nodding across the room to where Melissa is standing.Â
You cross your arms across your chest. âWhat has Melissa got to do with anything?â
Barb raises a single eyebrow, the action still smooth and effective despite her drunkenness and it makes you blush.Â
Averting your gaze, you shake your head. âIt doesnât matter what I feel,â you sigh. âSheâs notâŚShe thinks Iâm some stupid kid.â
What you donât see, is Melissa standing close enough behind your chair to catch your words.
*
Somewhere after speaking to Barb you decide that trying to be the sober parent of your little Abbott family just isnât working. Youâve lost track of most of them, and honestly, youâve given up trying to find them. Theyâre all adults and can fend for themselves.
You still have eyes on Barb and Melissa though, the former dancing up a storm and the latter apparently winning an ill-advised drinking competition.Â
Not that you can judge, of course. You know youâve drunk more than you should, feeling pleasantly buzzed from your seat in the corner of the bar. You should call it a night before you do something youâll regret, like call the woman Barbara told you not to. Sober, you wouldnât. Drunk, youâre flattered enough and wouldnât say no to the company.Â
With a sigh, you push yourself up out of your seat and head towards the elevators. Pushing the button, you watch the numbers light up as the lift descends. You squeak in surprise when a strong pair of hands land on your hips, turning you around as a plump pair of lips meet you own.
âI donât think youâre some stupid kid.â
You blink slowly a few times, taking in the woman before you. Melissa. Melissa Schemmenti just kissed you. You shouldnât, but you donât have it in you to deny yourself the pleasure of feeling her lips against yours once more. You kiss her back with enthusiasm, not protesting when she backs you into the elevator as it opens and moaning as your back hits the wall of the small metallic box, the weight of Melissa pressed against you.Â
Youâve always admired her curves. Pressed against you theyâre a dream.Â
The clearing of a throat far to close snaps you out of your living dream and you feel Melissa take a step back, biting her lip as she guiltily throws a glance over her shoulder, registering Barb standing in the elevator, her back to you both as if she hasnât just witnessed exactly what you were both doing.Â
Standing close, you grin at the devious smirk being aimed your way by a certain red head. Thereâs a dangerous glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Smudged lipstick and mussed hair from where you hands couldnât help but run thought it complete the look. The woman is a work of art.Â
You look up as the elevator doors chime open, realising this is your floor. Stepping forward, you slip past Barb, who merely raises an eyebrow. You throw a look back at Melissa, who sways forward as though to follow you, before hesitating.Â
The doors slide shut, and honestly, itâs probably for the best.
You miss the dark chuckle Barb lets out as the lift begins to ascend once more.
âWhat you laughing at?â asks Melissa, scowling. Sheâs annoyed with herself for hesitating. She knows what she wants, and she just let it walk out of the elevator.
âYou two think youâre subtle?â the older woman drawls. âShe has more of your lipstick on than you do.â
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If PECSA was party central the night before, it was hangover central the morning after. Youâre sitting outside on the low wall, sunglasses firmly in place, your phone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other as you take in the cool morning air.Â
âYou regret what happened last night?â
You turn to see Melissa, similarly attired.�� âWhat?â
She comes to stand beside the wall on which youâre sat, her gaze wandering anywhere but you as she speaks. âI came to your room last night. You didnât answer.â
âI didnât hear you,â you admit, watching as her head whips around. âToo busy throwing up everything I ever drank.â You feel the blush dusting your cheeks, but continue. This feels too important to let a little embarrassment stop you. You take off your sunglasses so she can see your face as you speak, âI have many regrets about my choices last night, but what happened in the elevator isnât one of them.â
A slow smile spreads across her lips as she shifts to take a seat next to you. She slips her own sunglasses off, finally letting you see her eyes. âGood to know,â she murmurs. âMe neither.â
You canât help but smile at that. You notice her gaze wandering and realise she staring at the phone still clutched in your hand.Â
âYou planning on using that number you were so interested in yesterday?â
âHonestly?â you ask, seeing the uncertainty in her face as she nods regardless. âThat woman was hot, and while I was more than a little flattered she gave me her numberâŚshe isnât a patch on you.â
Pale cheeks blush adorably pink at your words. Melissa isnât used to hearing things like what from you.
âDonât look so surprised,â you scoff, nudging her shoulder. âYouâve seen yourself in a mirror, right? And you neednât think I go falling in pools over every pretty woman I see.â
âI really distracted you that badly, huh?â she asks, a little of her confidence returning.
You bump her shoulder with yours once more. âShut up.â
A gentle hand moves to cup your cheek, turning you to face her as Melissa presses a gentle kiss to your lips. âFor the record,â she says quietly. âI donât think youâre some stupid little kid. I think youâre beautiful.â
You take in a shuddering breath. It all feels too good to be true. âWhat happens at PECSA stays at PECSA?â you ask sadly.
âIâve never been one for playing by the rules,â she smirks back at you, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before pushing herself to her feet and offering a hand to you. âCome on, we gotta go find Barb. Reunite her with her shoes, sobriety and sanity.â
You take the hand being offered like a lifeline, grinning as Melissa starts walking, swinging your joined hands between you. Itâs only as you pass through the front doors to the building that her words even register. âWait? Her shoes?â
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PLEASE FEED US MORE JUST AS DOWN BAD GOLDEN CHEESE. PLEASE MORE YANDERE CHEESE
Did you send two asks in a row screaming for more Accidental Yandere Golden Cheese lol. Calm down brotato, Merchant is here. Merchant sees you (and everyone else in my inbox I swear to God Almighty I will address you all eventually). Let me see what I've got in my noodle for you
Under the cut because this is fucked and gets a little extra graphic at one particular point lol
Golden Cheese actually has tried to gather the identities of those Burning Spice has murdered. What she wasn't able to glean on her own, from her own personal knowledge of other lands and peoples (i.e. noticing certain traits she knows to be endemic to certain cultures, like a hair accessory or something), she found in books and scrolls in her kingdom's library that gave her a better idea. Whatever she couldn't find in those, she found via sending cheesebirds to travel far and wide in search of any kingdoms, cities, villages, families and friend groups with confirmed missing persons. They would report back to her and, with all the knowledge she's gathered, she's able to find a name, which she then wrote onto a label and placed under the person it belonged to. She's managed to eventually give all the heads their identities/personhood back, at least to some degree. And now, knowing who these people are/were, she can get them back to their loved ones easier. Right? ...Right? (She tries not to progress beyond being proud of herself for going that extra mile, because it just leads back to "ok so why are the heads still here, why haven't you returned them". In trying to do the right thing, she ultimately just does the WRONG thing again and reinforces her preexisting guilt and shame, because... she knows exactly why she hasn't returned them...)
Golden has started... experimenting with Spice, for lack of a better term. After she was proven correct about him paying attention when she mentions someone she doesn't like and later killing that specific person for her, she starts testing him in other ways. She makes subtle suggestions about how he ought to kill people, to see how he responds in the moment and if he actually ends up doing it later. She tries to coax him into going into detail about how the killing went, just to see if and how he does so (turns out he really does like to brag about his crimes, especially to her). She tries to hint at him giving her other things besides body parts, like certain trinkets (it... sort of works. If she asks for a watch, he... brings her a severed arm with a watch attached to it still, for example). She's observing how far he'll go and in which direction he's willing to travel in at her suggestion. (...And she revels in how much power it turns out she has over him. She really does have him at her beck and call. It's lovely.)
When her friends ask her how she's been managing her Beast (they are aware that hers is still actively targeting her, but that's it), she acts as nonchalant as possible. Burning Spice is nothing. He's just a fly buzzing around her head. She handles him just fine. When they ask her how they can help, she tells them she doesn't need it, because she doesn't want them anywhere near him she really is fine. It's fine. She's fine. When they suggest going after him themselves... thank goodness she's a good actress and a quick thinker, because her very first REAL reaction was seething fury that she had to keep under control until she was alone again - but then, when she finally is, she just has another crisis of conscience, because now she has to confront the fact that she can no longer tolerate the notion of him being harmed by anyone besides herself. She used to want him dead or imprisoned by any means necessary, but now... now, she lies about his whereabouts to everyone who asks (and she always knows where he is, she snuck a tracking device onto him), because she doesn't want anyone coming near him for any reason anymore, least of all to harm him. Because only SHE can harm him now. He still comes to fight her, not just to give her things. And she obliges him, albeit begrudgingly (never mind the sick satisfaction she feels when she hurts him or takes him down. She wonders if this feeling is what he's referring to in those letters about him reveling in their battles and how he enjoys her suffering). She... she won't let that end. She won't let anyone get in the way. In his way. In THEIR way. She can handle him by herself. Everyone else can stay home. They won't take him away from her. She cannot guarantee their safety if they try.
She once idly wondered about his past. About the people he likely once had in his life. About... if he'd ever been fond of any other women. She could hardly fathom the hatred that utterly overwhelmed her senses when the thought entered her mind. So angry was she that she broke the glass of water in her hand in said anger and injured herself. So haunted by this notion did she end up, that she tried to ask him about it the next time they met (as subtly as possible; she understands the implications of asking such a thing). He just shrugged and said he didn't recall; the only woman that mattered to him was her. She hated how relieved she felt when he told her that...
...but after that day, and for a good while, he only targeted women. He kept killing adult women and bringing their heads to her, and no one else's. She quickly surmised that he might have noticed her jealousy (or at least imagined she was jealous) and immediately set out to prove his devotion to her further than before by destroying those she feels threatened by - even if the threat does not exist, for she is all he ever wanted. He never told her directly, but she figured that's what it was. And she allowed herself to believe it. Because it made her happy.
(When the women-only killing spree eventually ended, she was struck with morbid curiosity and asked him about the men he killed. Was there anything behind the ones he chose? He revealed to her that, though his targets were mostly random, he would go out of his way to kill any man that he thought she might find attractive. He was capable of feeling threatened, just like she was. It was quite the surprise... a surprise she welcomed, a surprise she found deeply amusing. Because really, what was left for her to find attractive in anyone anymore, when no one went as far as he did to earn her favor?)
She actually does find him handsome. She always has, from the beginning. It was something she considered to be a great shame; such good looks squandered on such a horrible man. But now... with her greed slowly spiraling out of control thanks to him constantly overfeeding it the way he does with his violent extremism... she's starting to dare to find that extremism handsome, too. She's slowly but surely ceasing to find any shame in the circumstance. She's starting to think he's handsome... and that's it, that's the end of the thought. He's handsome, with all of that blood coating his face and body. He's handsome, puffing his chest out and beaming with such sick pride at the handiwork he performed for her. He's handsome, in his maddened, unwavering dedication to her. He's handsome... no asterisk, no addendum, no ifs ands or buts. He's handsome. Burning Spice is handsome. It weighs on her like a stone. And it only gets heavier each time he sees him and his handsome face again.
Sometimes... just sometimes... she'll reread those letters that are particularly... steamy. There's something rather fascinating about them, in a different way than the others. They're so... uniquely visceral. She believes him when he tells her he's starving; his hunger practically lunges at her from the page, claws at her, sinks its teeth into her, sets her body alight. Pure, unashamed, blistering hot lust and sexuality, with some of that same addiction to violence mixed in (he's a sadomasochist, go figure). People have flirted with Golden before... but not like this. No one on earth has ever dared to speak to her so brazenly, not even after several pints of liquid courage. He talks about wanting to break her bed as well as she herself. He tells her how often he touches himself to the thought of her. He details exactly where he wants to put his hands. Where he wants to put his mouth. What he intends to say straight into her ears as they go, and what he wants her to say back to him. How he doesn't want to stop until they both collapse with exhaustion. Just neverending feverish rants about he wishes to destroy her in more ways than one, and how he expects her to scream and beg either way. She won't admit it, not even to herself, the thought tried to make itself known inside of her head once and she shoved it down and tried to bury it under concrete instantly, but... she's almost... intrigued. She's flattered, of course. She relishes this aspect of his insatiable appetite for her alongside all the others. (She likes being told she's pretty. He does that and then some.) But... some small part of her is... curious. Curious about... if he really would follow through on what he says he wants to do, if he really had the chance. How it would feel. How HE would feel. What the difference would really be between him overpowering her to win a fight and him overpowering her to... to...
...there are nights where she lays awake, drilling holes into the ceiling with her bloodshot eyes, wondering where it all went wrong. There are nights where all that succeeds in putting her to sleep are the warm, bitter tears that stream down her face when the guilt and shame grow too powerful. There are nights where she just gets up and leaves, throws herself out of her own window and flies off somewhere, anywhere, it doesn't matter - it just had to be somewhere she couldn't feel dozens of empty, lifeless eyes watching her through the walls. Judging her. Condemning her. Damning her to Hell, where she and the monster who ended their lives belonged.
...and then, there are nights where she feels... strange. Where she notices how... big her bed really is, and how small she feels laying in it. She wonders how it would feel if he was there. If she could nest in his thick, strong arms instead of thin bedsheets. How much more comfortable his chest would feel, compared to her pillow. If his hair was as soft as it looked. How he'd react if she started tracing his tattoos with her fingertips. If sharing a tender moment like that would awaken something in him. If it would somehow help him realize how wrong all of this is.
...Or maybe it would just make it worse.
Maybe she doesn't care anymore.
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âşâş there must be a good reason that you're gone
sypnosis -Âť we don't talk anymore like we used to do , what was all of it for?
beware -Âť angst , nasty break up , going against girl code(?) , twice mentioned, lara x reader mentioned
talks -Âť for my anon đŤ˘!! hi missed you soo much
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you don't know where you went wrong â did you give too little love? did you not give her enough attention? yet as much as you asked yourself nothing came up nothing answered you
moments that lingered in your mind made it seem like you were the problem yet you never were , sophia has never been loyal as much as you tried to make it seem like , she's always behind your back talking to a new woman
you only reached your breaking point when she started forgetting important dates such as your birthday, your anniversary and the day you both made it official
"now the maknae! hello y/n , the question for you is , have you ever broken up with someone and how did it go" the interviewer asks as he approached you
"ě´ ě§ëŹ¸ě ëëľí ě ěëě? (can we answer this)" nayeon asks looking behind the cameras towards their manager who just nods
"ohh , well uhm I have had one and it really was a bit messy , yet I think that was a very good lesson for me" you answer recalling everything that happened during that night , "ě°ëŚŹ ë§ë´ę° ë¤ ěť¸ë¤ě! (our maknae is all grown up)" jihyo says giggling as the rest say all their memories when you first debuted
"that sums it up, again twice everyone!" the host says before you and your group bid goodbye , " one in a million! we are twice!" the group says "ě°ëŚŹ ě ë
¸ë뼟 ë¤ě´ěŁźě¸ě Strategy! (please listen to our new song strategy)" momo says before the cameras cut
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after the program you secretly went out to meet your now girlfriend lara , after the break up you didn't really know what to do but good thing she was there and from that point forward you both started dating
"hi love!" you said hugging lara as she ran up to you to hug you as well , "I missed you! , anyways let's go?" lara asks leading you inside the kats dorm
inside the dorm you were greeted by manon who was sitting down watching some tiktoks "hey" you greet
finally making it to lara's room she sits you down on her bed as she takes a seat on your lap, "so you miss me?" you ask cocky about her missing you , "obviously miss y/n" she replied
just before both your lips touch the door opens with sophia oblivious that you were here , "lara have you seen my- oh sorry" she says looking at the scene before her you and lara just being lovey dovey , suddenly the whole mood changed lara was now on the bed next to you sensing the unease , as sophia exits you two let out a heavy sigh
"baby I feel guilty, I mean she's my friend and I date her ex?" lara admits you look at the frown on her lips you held her face with your hands making her look at you "baby I understand , but know that she did something I probably won't forgive her for"
"ill never do that to you" lara says
"I hope not , that's the exact words sophia said" you chuckle remembering the countless lies she told you
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it was late yet you couldn't sleep so you left lara on the bed to get some water , at the kitchen was her , sophia
"hey" she greets , you took note of how she was still wearing the bracelet you gave her for your first monthsary
"hello , just need some water" you replied awkwardly , you get to the fridge and take out lara's water bottle and drink out of it
you were walking back by this point , but you hear sophia mutter something , "I'm sorry , could you maybe give me a second chance?"
"no soph , I'm tired plus me and lara are together , I've never felt any better with anyone else" you replied trying your best not to look at her , and just continue walking
"how is that okay? â we break up and you get with my friend? , how fucked up is that?" she reasons as you hear her sniffle
"soph , you cannot be talking about what's fucked up when you cheated on me , fuck I'm not gonna have this conversation again, goodnight" you replied mad at her audacity to get upset over you picking lara , yet you didn't mention that instead going inside the girls room
"babe? â where'd you go?" lara asks in a groggy voice as she opens her eyes , you're so glad you chose the woman who knows how to treat you
"just drank some water love" you replied trying not to sound like you just finished crying , you both lay down with her in the crook of your neck as she hums a gentle tune
"I love you so much" you whisper as you place a kiss on her head
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I love things like this pls count me in always, tysm for the tag <3
1. Whoâs your bias line?
Iâm actually running a small contest on my blog rn so I canât say. Itâs been forgotten abt but Iâm committing to the bit - Iâll write a text fic (one shot) for anyone who can guess my bias by my blog. Iâll revisit this if anyone makes a guess (no one has lol) I think itâs p obvious but no one has taken a crack at it lol
Update; Contest finished! My bias is Felix, and Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Han are all on my Bias line (the whole group is rlly, but if I HAVE to choose)
2. Who made you Stan?
I.N! Felix brought them to my attention, but I.N in Megaverse is the one that made me buckle in for the ride. He got me asking âOh, whatâs his name?â And as you know the rest is history xD
3. What song was your first?
Probably LaLaLaLa? The challenge was still going strong on TikTok when I first got into K-pop. I would consider Comflex the first song I really listened to on purpose tho. And Megaverse the song that rlly got me into them.
4. Whatâs your current favorite song?
Thatâs so difficult noooooooo T^T Venom, Any, and Winter Falls are all consistent faves. Ohh but Cover Me too! I donât know! You canât make me choose!
5. Which memberâs personality resembles yours the most?
Probably Lee Know? Idk lol. Hanâs a good bet too.
6. If you had to pick a Racha which would you choose?
To bias or to join? DanceRacha for the first, VocalRacha for the second
7. Whatâs one attribute of the members you like the most?
I like how noodle-y and expressive Hyunjinâs dance is! His style is just so unique.
8. Whatâs your favorite album?
Probably between Oddinary and ATE
9. Do you have any albums?
Yes, I do! I have ATE and GIANT is on its way. I bought HOP too, recently. I hope to get all of them eventually <3 All version too, if Iâm lucky.
10. Have you been to a concert?
Not yet, but I have a ticket for Chicago in June!
11. Whoâs your favorite duo?
I canât pick like this T^T They all have such unique and fun relationships! Seungbin, maybe? Hyunnibini? Minsung is always cute, but Aussie line is so precious! I donât knooooooowwww T^T This quiz is causing me emotional distress.
12. Favorite Solo/Cover song?
Hanâs Maybe is SO GOOD itâs on all of my writing playlists. Iâm not actually all that familiar with many of their covers, but Iâll Be Your Man on Kingdom was a religious experience.
13. Favorite Skzoo?
PuppyM, FoxI.Ny, or Jinneret. My cuties <3
14. If you had a day with one member what would you do with them?
Iâd like to bake with Felix if given the chance! I think weâd have a great time, I love baking with friends <3
15. Whoâs your favorite singing voice?
Han. Donât get me wrong, I think Seungmin is THE vocalist of all time, but Hanâs rockstar rasp suits my taste to a T.
16. Whoâs your favorite to watch dance?
Hyunijn! We touched on this earlier, I just think his style is SO unique.
17. Do you you have a favorite SKZ Code?
Probably the escape room one? That was very funny. The recent pool one had me in stitches too. Oh! The one on Jeju island!!! I loved that one. Many favorites yet again.
18. Favorite MV?
Probably between Chk Chk Boom, Venom, and Christmas Evel. They were all very fun MVs with cool stories. I like all of their MVs tho lol
19. Who do you think youâd be best friends with?
I think if Lee Know and I could get past our respective types of shy weâd either get on like a house on fire or tear each other apart. Itâd probably be really easy to befriend Felix tho. Thatâs an extrovert that can adopt me right there.
20. Letâs feed those delusions: Who are you picking for a date and what are you doing?
I think either Seungmin or Hyunjin would be my picks. I could probably have a very lovely and romantic museum date and cafe-crawl with Hyunjin, and Seungmin seems like heâd be the attentive sort and arrange activities or a nice dinner or something. Idk, I donât date much, I just like hanging out with people I like so ^^;; Iâd be an easy date to please, at least.
Iâll nominate @brbwritingfanfic @thatgirlangelb @lazyfacecowboy and anyone else who wants to!
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20 Questions for my fellow Stays!
Making a little tag game because I love them and Iâm nosy tbh. I also just love interacting with yall!
1: Whatâs your current bias line?
2: Whoâs the one that made you Stan?
3: What song was your first?
4: Whatâs your current favorite song?
5: What members personally resembles yours the most?
6: If you had to pick a specific racha which would you choose?
7: Whatâs one attribute of the members do you like the most? (Example: Chans dimples)
8: Whatâs your favorite album?
9: Do you have any albums?
10: Have you been to a concert?
11: Whoâs your favorite duo?
12: Favorite cover/solo songs:
13: Favorite SKZOO?
14: If you had a day with one member what would you wanna do with them?
15: Whoâs your favorite singing voice?
16: Whoâs your favorite to watch dance?
17: Do you have a favorite SKZ Code?
18: Favorite MV?
19: Who do you think youâd be best friends with?
20: Letâs feed those delusions, Who are you picking for a date and what are you doing?
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૮ neighborâs argument ŕžŕ˝˛á .á
jaehyun lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching you as you curled into the blankets with a soft, tired smile. the warmth of the night light cast a gentle glow over the room, softening the sharp edges of everything that had happened earlier. his hand absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, and for the first time that day, the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little.
âyou know,â he started, his tone light but laced with curiosity, âiâve been meaning to ask you about something.â
you turned your head toward him, raising a brow. âhm? whatâs on your mind?â
he hesitated for a second, then grinned. âtenâs tweet. about, uh⌠the neighbor argument sounding good as hell. you wouldnât happen to know what thatâs about, would you?â
your cheeks flushed immediately, and you groaned, hiding your face in the pillow. âoh my god, of course he tweeted about that.â
âso you do know,â jaehyun teased, as he tugged the pillow from your hands, grinning mischievously as he plopped it under his head.
you groaned again, âi hate him.â
âcâmon, dandelion, you canât just leave me hanging like that. spill. whatâs the deal with his tweet?â
you sighed, already regretting ever letting ten into your house. âokay, so you remember how you, my mom, and my dad went to get breakfast without me?â
âyeahâŚâ he drew the word out, narrowing his eyes. âwait, is this about those dramatic texts you sent your mom? something about hating me?â
your jaw dropped, and you smacked his arm. âhow do you even know about that?!â
âshe told me,â jaehyun said, laughing as he dodged another playful swat. âshe said you were acting like a brat.â
âwell, great,â you muttered, flopping back onto the bed. âi hate this family. all of you.â
âsure you do,â he teased, poking your side.
âdebatable,â you quipped, crossing your arms.
jaehyun rolled his eyes fondly, leaning closer. âokay, so what exactly happened? you were texting your mom â what did you say?â
you groaned, already embarrassed. âi mightâve⌠threatened to cough on your breakfast.â
jaehyunâs laughter burst out of him, loud and uncontrollable. âoh my god! youâre unhinged.â
âi was joking!â you protested, smacking his arm again. âbut my mom didnât think it was funny. she gave me this whole speech about how iâm not a kid anymore and how i should âact like a proper wife.â and then ten overheard her, and thatâs why he tweeted about that.â
jaehyunâs laughter softened, his expression growing more thoughtful. âshe really said that to you?â
âyeah,â you said quietly, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. âshe made it sound like i was embarrassing her or something. like iâm not doing enough, even though iâm trying so hard.â
jaehyunâs teasing demeanor shifted completely. he reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. âdandelion,â he murmured, his voice soft but firm, âyouâre doing more than enough. you donât have to prove anything to anyone â not to your mom, not to me, not to anyone.â
your chest tightened at the sincerity in his tone. âi just⌠i feel like iâm always messing up. like i donât know how to be what everyone expects me to be.â
jaehyun scoffed, shaking his head. âfirst of all, screw expectations. who cares what anyone thinks youâre supposed to be? youâre you, and thatâs more than enough. honestly, youâre so good at this whole marriage thing, i feel like iâm the one struggling to keep up.â
you blinked at him, caught off guard. âwhat are you talking about? youâre literally perfect.â
he snorted, rolling onto his back dramatically. âoh, please. i accidentally left the laundry in the machine for, like, three days last week. and donât even get me started on the whole grocery list fiasco. youâre the one holding this whole operation together.â
a laugh bubbled out of you despite yourself. âjae, forgetting to switch the laundry doesnât mean youâre bad at being married.â
âexactly,â he shot back, rolling onto his side to face you again. âand teasing you about threatening to cough on my breakfast doesnât mean youâre bad at it, either.â
you smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. âi guess.â
ânot âi guess,ââ he said, booping your nose. âitâs a fact. youâre amazing, and iâm lucky you even tolerate me.â
âyouâre so annoying,â you grumbled, but the smile on your face gave you away.
âand yet,â he said, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his, âyouâre still married to me.â
âunfortunately,â you teased, earning an exaggerated gasp from him.
âtake it back,â he said, poking your side again.
âmake me,â you shot back, laughing.
he grinned, his arms tightening around you. âiâll just smother you with love until you give in.â
âfine, fine!â you relented, still laughing. âyou win. youâre the best husband ever.â
âand donât you forget it,â he said, kissing the tip of your nose.
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Vampire!Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x Vampire!afab!Reader ⢠Rating: 18+ pals â˘Â Masterlistâ˘Â ao3â˘Â want to be tagged? | request info ⢠ko-fi â˘
Summary: You and your husband are enjoying entertaining a guest.
A/N: For @oddballwriter and their wonderful thoughts about Trine but vampires, you're so correct. (I'm sure this fic is 10000% only going to interest me, but there we go.)
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Warnings: Anselm and reader are married, Blue not realising he's in a relationship with vampires, blow jobs, hand jobs, biting, blood drinking, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count:Â 2132
Blue opens his eyes groggily, his head throbbing.Â
He groans and rolls over in bed, away from the early afternoon sunshine thatâs cutting into his eyes. It stings. Burns almost.Â
He must have a hangover. That was it. That must be it.Â
Blue sits up slowly, pulling off the golden silk sheets that have become wrapped around his body while he slept.Â
Thereâs a pitch of water and an ornate glass on the bedside table. But suddenly his mouth is so dry that even the thought of bothering to pour the water into a glass irritates him. He takes hold of the jug and downs it in three long glugs.Â
He dresses quickly, but stands up too fast and has to lay down again for a few minutes until the wave of dizziness passes.Â
When he looks at himself in the surprisingly small mirror on the vanity he looks pale, drawn, with dark circles under his eyes. He tuts, rubbing his hand over his skin and the stubble on his jaw. Really, he should bathe and shave. Maybe after breakfast.Â
Before Blue heads downstairs he adjusts his shirt, itâs loose, billowy and starch white with a low deep collar. You and Anselm always seemed to lay out a similar style for him.Â
He doesnât run into anyone on the way, which he has grown used to. Itâs like the mansion comes alive at night, especially with all the parties and soirees you and Anselm throw, your staff are practically on a permanent night shift.Â
He walks softly into the smaller, more private dining room, about to go further on into the kitchen. He was hungry and not above making his own food, when your hand on his shoulder startles him.Â
He jumps, whipping around.Â
âIâm so sorry,â You smile kindly, âI didnât mean to surprise you.â You stroke his cheek, the rapid thump of his heart echoing in your hand.Â
âItâs⌠itâs alright.â He smiles back. Blue was sure there were secret passages in the house, the way you and Anselm always seemed to just appear. Silent and poised.Â
You look perfect, growing and radiant and Blue shifts his shoulders a little self consciously, here you were looking like an angel and while he felt like he needed a week in bed. Maybe he was coming down with something.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â You frown a little, your head cocked to the side as if you could read his distress.Â
He shakes his head, âNothing, just hungry.âÂ
You nod, though you donât believe him, and guide him to the table. Blue watches you as you move, almost hypnotised by the feel of your hand on his arm, how you seem to glide across the floor.Â
You baby him a little as you sit him down and push in his chair while you kiss the top of his head. But he adores it.Â
âIâll speak to the kitchen.â You smile and stroke his jaw, dragging your nails over his stubble. âIs there anything youâre hungry for?âÂ
âI can make it myself, I donât want to be a bothe-â
You hush him quickly, bending down and pressing a kiss to his lips. Blue groans softly and tries to follow you when you pull back. Lightly, you tap his nose with your forefinger and he beams at you.
âIs there anything you want to eat?â You repeat, a little firmer this time, but still teasingly kind.Â
He bites his lip for a second, âI know itâs early⌠butâŚâ He relaxes a little when you nod reassuringly. âThat port you have, I donât know why, itâs so nice⌠maybe a small glass?âÂ
You grin, âOf courseâ and kiss his cheek before you leave.Â
You move so quickly, seemingly there one second and at the door the next. Blue shakes his head, he really must be tired.Â
âAnd how did my love sleep?â Anselmâs voice makes him jump again, jolting like heâd been hit by an electric current. âIâm sorry, my love.â He smiles, his eyes sparkling. He leans down and kisses Blue on the temple and cheek before he sits next to him.Â
âI swear you do that on purpose.â Blue pouts a little and Anselm grins wickedly. It was always the game: a little bratty, bordering on rudeness for Anselm, while he was a good, sweet boy for you. Most of the time.Â
âWhat, my sweet?âÂ
âBoth of youâŚâ Blue huffs, putting it on a little. âSneak up on me.â Anselm laughs loudly and the sound warms Blueâs heart. âMaybe we do, my love, maybe we like to see your body jump and heart race?âÂ
Blue hides his smile, âHorrible, both of you.âÂ
âNow, now,â Anselm leans closer, pressing his mouth up against Blueâs ear. âI donât think you want to go around throwing that kind of accusation, do you?âÂ
Blue shivers, his eyes closing ever so slightly as he leans nearer.Â
âOr, Iâll show you, my pet. Just how horrible I can be.â He darts out his tongue and lightly licks over the shell of Blueâs ear.Â
He lets out the smallest whine, a truly pathetic sound that makes Anselmâs mouth water.Â
Anselm takes hold of his jaw and sucks his earlobe into his mouth, biting lightly.Â
As you walk back into the room, youâre greeted with a lovely sight. Blue on his knees on the floor between Anselmâs spread legs. His mouth is full, a light gagging echoing off the walls as Anselm guides him by the hand on the back of Blueâs neck, making him take his thick cock deeper and deeper.Â
You smile when your husband catches your eye and beams at you. He holds out his hand as you come closer, taking hold of your own and kissing your knuckles softly.Â
âHere I was, going to the kitchen to request Blueâs breakfast,â You tease softly, âAnd youâre already feeding him.âÂ
Blue whines softly, looking up at you with glassy eyes.Â
Anselm tuts, âNone of that now,â and pushes him back down, making him swallow more and more of his length until the tip hits the back of his throat.Â
Blue gags a little, his hands squeezing Anselmâs still clothed thighs.Â
âBreathe through your nose,â Anselm says softly and bucks lightly, pushing past Blueâs resistance to fuck his throat. âI know what you can handle, pet.âÂ
You sit down next to Anselm, âDonât push him too hard.âÂ
He smiles, âAnd why not?âÂ
âHe hasnât eaten yet.â You give your husband a playful tap on the shoulder, âHe isnât used to our level of exertion.âÂ
âYet.â Anselmâs grin widens, his canines sharp and slightly elongated.Â
You scowl him softly, âGetting too excited,â You mutter in his ear. âHe needs to eat first.âÂ
âHmm,â Anselm runs his left hand up your arm and to your cheek as he turns his head to kiss you gently, while he pushes Blue harshly further down. âYou are correct, my love. He hasnât acclimatised to our rhythm yet.âÂ
Blue whines desperately, tears in the corners of his eyes as he swallows and gags. His cock twitches, quickly hardening. Both of you speaking to each other like he wasnât there always did that to him.Â
Anselm pulls Blue back by the scruff of his neck like a kitten. Blue gasps, gulping down air, but gives Anselm a cheeky glare.Â
You laugh.Â
âAnd what is that for, my love?â Anselm grins.
âI didnât tap out.â Blue pouts.Â
âHmm,â Anselm pretends to think. âYouâre quite right.â He pushes Blue back down, his free hand around his thick cock so he can quickly force his member past Blueâs lips and down his throat.Â
Blue yelps, swallowing and groaning.Â
âHe makes such sweet sounds,â You sigh.Â
âDonât think I donât see that look, my love.â Your husband tuts playfully as he strokes your arm.Â
âWhat look?â You smile.Â
âYouâre the one who said he needs to eat first.â Anselm lets a small moan escape his lips, his eyes rolling back.Â
âMaybe I need to eat first?â You tease.
âWe, fuck,â Anselm swallows, trying his very best to keep his hips still as he slips deeper. âWe took quite a bit last night.âÂ
âNot that much.â You slip down to the floor, flashing a dangerously charming look at your husband. âBesides,â you stroke Blueâs arms and he whines. The vibrations run along Anselmâs cock and he shivers, his hips bucking. âYouâre enjoying him right now, you started without me.âÂ
âI, ah, I apologise, my love.â He lets his head fall back against the chair as Blue swallows and sucks, bobbing his head deliciously.Â
Slowly you trail your hands along Blueâs chest, lightly pinching his chest so that he lets out muffled mewls before you shift down and palm his erection softly.Â
Blue gasps, a sharp intake of breath in through his nose before he pushes his back against your chest and sucks harder.Â
You quickly dip your hand under his trousers and stroke along his heavy cock, grinning when he thrusts weakly and whines.Â
You can practically hear the desperation singing in his blood, the need to please both of you buzzing through his flesh like opium.Â
You kiss his neck messily, jerking him quickly as he slurps and swallows. Lightly, you just graze the edge of your sharp teeth along his skin.Â
Blue jolts, his eyes rolling back.Â
Anselm thrusts up hard into his throat, his gaze fixed on the both of you. âDo it, my love, he needs it.â Thereâs a harsh desperation to his tone, a rasp as he speaks. And you know he needs it more, needs to watch you like an itch begging to be scratched.Â
Blue whines, agreeing.
With little warning you bite down, piercing his skin with your teeth. Blood wells up into your mouth, washing over your tongue with the sweetest taste as the warmth runs down your throat.Â
You clutch his chest with one hand while the other is a blur on his cock. Blue practically screams around Anselmâs cock, every muscle tensing at once as he comes, spurting all over your hand and his trousers. He shivers, shakes, swallows, whining desperately as he rocks in your firm hold, pleasure exploding along his spine and making him lightheaded.Â
Anselm growls, keeping eye contact with you as you feed. He thrusts rapidly, nearly cutting off Blueâs oxygen before snarls and comes down his throat, his cock so deep that Blue has no choice but to swallow.Â
You pull your mouth off him, the wound is shallow, barely a scratch. You lick it, lapping at his skin as he slumps forward ever so slightly, breathing hard.Â
Blueâs eyes are glazed as you let him rest back against you, tilting his head onto your shoulder. His heartbeat flutters under your hands as he floats, weightless.Â
Anselm tuts playfully, as he tucks himself back into his trousers, but leads down when you gesture and kisses you deeply.Â
He darts his tongue out when you break apart, licking a small tail of blood that has run down your jaw from your skin. He groans lightly at the taste and smiles.
You easily move Blue back into his seat while heâs still out of it, blissed out and weak, while Anselm goes and gets a small port glass from the drinks cabinet and fills it with a little of the drink. He cuts his forefinger on his teeth before he swirls his finger into the port, letting some of his blood seep out and mix in. At the same moment, you slice your thumb with one fang and smear your blood over the cut on Blueâs neck, the wound heals instantly as if it was never there to begin with.Â
Blue makes a small soft sound, blinking hard and you lick the last of your blood from your skin before you kiss him deeply.
Blue moans, iron on his tongue and not understanding from where. One second he was on his knees coming and the nextâŚ
âDid I pass out?â He mumbles as you pull back, his eyes bright and voice soft.Â
âYou did.â You smile, stroking his cheek.
âIâm sorry, I-â
âDonât be.â You nuzzle against him and smile. âYouâre probably just hungry.âÂ
âHere,â Anselm passes Blue the glass.Â
âThank you.â He says quietly and drinks it down in one gulp, almost instantly the exhaustion starts to leave his limbs, the room looking brighter. âIâm sorr-â
âI donât want to hear it,â Anselm smiles and kisses his cheek. âI probably cut off some of your air when I came down your throat.â He teases lightly, his voice thick and Blue shivers, squirming a little. His cock twitches. âAlready so needy.â Anselm laughs and you giggle.Â
Blue heats up a little, but nods.Â
âMaybe after your breakfast.â You say and Anselm nods.Â
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Thatâs the last straw
lee!daisuke - ler!anya
some swearing, and also i have literally no idea how boardgames work, but dw about that its fiiine
this is a tickle fic, donât like donât read. also please dont harass me for mouthwashposting
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Thatâs it. Thatâs the last fucking straw.
Anya is seething in her chair as she watches Daisuke roll a 6 and clear right through her, picking up his piece and smiling smugly as he glides it along the board, landing right on a skip-ahead space and jumping about twenty spaces forward.
He gives a little giggle. âSooo, Anya, whatâs your move?â He says, smugly as he leans against the back of the couch.
Sheâs never going to look at Candy Kingdom the same again. Her eye gives a twitch as she prays to everything sheâs ever believed in- please, a six, please. Please. Please.
She rolls a three and lands on a penalty square.
Daisuke, sitting across from her, gives a tiny muffled snort. Her rage is amplified tenfold, glaring up at him with the might of a thousand suns. Oh, the things sheâs going to do to this man.
Curly clears his throat, placing a gentle hand on Anyaâs shoulder- she flinches at the contact, eyes snapping to him and forgetting to drop the glare. Now heâs the one to flinch, eyes flickering away as he pulls his hand back.
âAhm.. Anya, do you- think we should take a break..? You seem to be getting a little.. Frustrated.â He says, smiling sheepishly as his eyes drift around the table. Her cards are much more scattered than his or even Daisukeâs, her usual clean organization thrown to the bin and replaced by her newfound mania.
Anya flashes a smile, cracking her fingers before responding. âOh, no. Donât mind me at all. This is fun! Crew bonding is always great for morale.â
Her tone isnât quite as soft as it usually is, a hint of boiling rage laced into the undertones. She sits as polite as ever, eyes trained on Curly. He gives a gulp, but nods, playing along for the sake of his life. Heâs anxious as his turn follows, and he rolls a meager four. Good. This is good.
Anyaâs eyes fall on Daisuke, hands politely laid in her lap as her eyes bare into his very soul. Heâs looking a little more anxious now, spinning the rings on his fingers as he realizes its his turn and hastily throws the dice. Another six.
Silence falls over the table as Anya takes a long breath, cutting through the air. She twitches again as Daisuke lets out another muffled snicker. Heâs practically having to hold a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
Her brow quirks up in a challenge, watching as the boyâs mouth wobbles and wavers into a smile, the chilling silence starting to weigh on him. Itâs too funny. Plus the glare heâs getting from Anya- so rare, for her- isnât exactly helping.
He canât help himself, letting out a high-pitched giggle before clamping his mouth shut, just staring at Anya, eyes wide with curiosity and a bit of terror. Curlyâs gaze flashes between the two, giving a gulp, and thatâs what breaks the dam.
Daisuke falls into cackles, keeling forwards as he laughs, shoulders bouncing along. Curly has to suppress his own snicker- Daisukeâs laugh is rather contagious.
Anya takes a harsh breath, eye twitching once more as she watches Daisuke curled up in his own mirth. This little shit. She slowly stands up, glaring as she towers over the scene, and Daisukeâs laughter stops in its tracks as he realizes his impending doom.
Anyaâs eyes fix right on the boy, and he gives a gulp as she just stares for what feels like an eternity.
âYâknow, Daisuke..â Her words cut through the air like a knife as she sits down next to him, with the danger of a mother quietly sitting down next to a troublemaking child.
âI donât know if anyoneâs ever told you this, but itâs very impolite to laugh at someone when theyâre struggling with something.â She says, and within a blink, Daisuke screeches out as Anyaâs long nails suddenly latch to his sides and squeeze.
âAnya- anyaanyaanya- please, we cahan- we can talk about this!â Daisuke pleads, as Anya looms over him, hands poised against his sides. She gives a soft snicker in response, and without warning, drills into the boyâs sides- her nails digging into the soft meat and vibrating, pulling a loud guffaw from Daisuke before he falls into desperate, pitchy laughter.
âANYA- nonOnah- NOHO- pleaseplease ihidiDNât meanit i didnâtmeanit-â He begs, words breaking and cracking between squeals and snorts, thrashing up against her hands which have now found his hips and are squeezing mercilessly.
âCurly, itâs your turn. Oh, and- move Daisukeâs piece for him, would you?â Anya says, completely ignoring Daisukeâs pleas. She throws a polite smile to Curly, even as her hands skitter up to Daisukeâs ribs. He gives a squeal in response, kicking out from under her and bucking desperately.
Curly blinks, a bit dumbfounded, before clearing his throat and doing as commanded. He quickly moves Daisukeâs piece six spots forwards before rolling the dice and landing a nice passive three. He gulps as he moves his piece.
âANyahAHAH- ple- pleHEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASPLESPLSPL- PLEHEAASE- letmegoletmEGOpLEASEITâsSOBAD-â Daisuke spews, words jumbling together as he laughs. Anya snickers before drilling her hands into his hips once more, wrenching a high-pitched squeal from the boy. She speaks up once more.
âOh, dear. Guess itâs my turn- Curly, be a dear and roll for me?â She says, nimble fingers not once stopping her quest in ripping Daisuke apart.
Curly silently complies in horror as he watches the scene, mindlessly moving Anyaâs piece forwards and flinching as Daisuke gives another scream.
His mouth hangs open in a cackling grin, tears of mirth stinging his eyes as he bucks and squirms and turns this way and that, to no avail. Anya is shockingly strong, staying atop the poor boy as he thrashes and tries to desperately pry her off of himself.
He eventually gives up on trying to free himself, fist slamming against the couch cushions as Anyaâs fingers slip into the spaces between his ribs, wiggling around and squeezing and doing other torturous things that really shouldnât tickle as much as they do.
âAnnyaaAAHAHAH- PLEASE- pleheHEASEplease-â He yelps, slowly losing energy as she just Does Not Let Up, giving a giggly whimper as her hands poke at his sides again.
â..Anya, um- I think he needs a break..â Curly speaks up through the cackles and squeaks, concerned as he can hear Daisukeâs breath beginning to shallow. Anya gives a dramatic sigh and removes her hands, met by a large gasp from Daisuke as he flops limply against the couch, eyes glossed over as he twitches- still vaguely processing All That.
âI suppose youâre right. Iâll let this be a lesson- I always win at boardgames. Now, Daisuke, itâs your turn-â Her tone gains a malicious lilt with her next words, â-Why donât you roll?â
Daisuke gives a weak whimper, still unable to curl up fully as Anya sits on his legs. He hugs his midsection and gives a small huffy giggle, mouth still pulled up at the corners. âNnoohohooo..â He whines, hiccuping as he lays. He knows what his fate will be if he rolls good, and with his luck tonight? Heâs absolutely terrified.
âGo on. Roll.â Anya says, softly for once, as she gives an encouraging poke to the boyâs side. He gives a squeaky giggle, whining as he reaches out for the dice and lets it tumble out of his hand, landing on the table and landing him a death sentence. He had rolled his third six in a row.
He gives a fearful whimper, eyes drifting up to Anya. The glare he met was one of nightmares, and he quickly reaches out to nudge the die- landing on a four, instead. He anxiously looks back up to Anya, sighing as he sees her nod. âGood choice. Anyways, Curly?â She says, finally getting up off Daisuke and walking back to her seat.
Daisuke immediately curls into a ball, huffing as he turns away from the table and buries his face in the cushions of the couch, twitching and hiccuping as he hugs his midriff. His body has a soft shake to it, weakened by the Attack.
âOh, um- right, yes.â Curly stammers out, picking up the dice and rolling a five, cursing himself as he lands on a penalty square. Anya smiles and plucks the dice from the board, rolling and grinning as she lands the six that carries her onto the finishing square.
âWell then! Looks like I win.â She says, sighing and smiling triumphantly at the scene infront of her.
Daisuke, curled up on the couch and dead to the world. Curly, still glancing between the two with fear in his eyes. And the board, with Anyaâs piece in the winning spot and the other two falling behind via sabotage.
Anya never loses a game of Candy Kingdom again.
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BONUS SCENE THAT I CUT FROM THE MAIN FIC BUT I STILL THINK YALL SHOULD BE ABLE TO ENJOY:
Anyaâs hands still donât stop their ruthless quest, latching onto his upper thighs and mercilessly squeezing. Daisuke practically screams, legs thrashing as he again attempts to thrash out of her grip, twisting this way and that to no avail.
His words are lost to laughter as she continues, silently and deadly plucking him apart. Itâs when she reaches his knees he gets desperate. One squeeze and he convulses, legs snapping upward in a ear-piercing squeal and a guffaw. She blinks, hands still poised above his knees.
âA-Anya, ahanya please, pleasedonâtdothis, Iâll do anything- plehease-â The begs sputter past Daisukeâs lips with an accompaniment of giggles, hands tugging at his own hair as they had found their place there a few moments ago. He gives another high giggle as he fidgets, legs shaking and twitching as he squirms, eyes locked with Anyaâs, already knowing his fate.
Then she grins, eyes narrowing devilishly, and Daisuke passes away on the spot. She gives a ruthless sequence of squeezes to that little spot right above his knees, latched on and not letting go even as he kicks and thrashes and screams. He howls, back arching from the couch and slamming back down as his fist desperately pounds against the cushions.
This continues, evilly, for about five more torturous seconds before Curly speaks up, torn out of his shocked daze at the snort that rips through the air. âAnya- Anya, I think heâs had enough.â He coughs, guiding her off of the poor boy and back to her chair.
She growls, still seething as she watches Daisuke immediately curl up on himself, letting out a pathetic whimper as he hugs his midsection. Heâs still giggling weakly, face buried in his knees as he lays horizontal on the couch, rasping for air after the attack.
Okay, she feels a little better now that heâs been thoroughly wrecked. The table falls into another long silence, only interrupted by Daisukeâs weak panting and soft, quiet giggles. Anya smiles, satisfied, as Curly looks at her with a mildly horrified expression.
âOkay, I think thatâs enough Candy Kingdom for one day.. D-Daisuke, why donât you, uh- head to your quarters and.. Clean up a bit? Iâll take care of the- game.â Curly says even as he knows Daisuke probably wonât be able to move for another fifteen minutes, clearing his throat sheepishly. He starts gathering pieces into the game box. His eyes fall on Daisuke once more before they flicker to Anya, giving a gulp at the way sheâs absolutely drinking up the image of Daisuke crumpled up on the couch with blush up to his ears.
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OKAY I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THAT i rewrote this like fifteen times before i finally decided iâd just post it as-is. the bonus scene was one that was in the original version but i felt like it was too short and didnt know where to fit it in and askdhehdhdhJsh. i couldnât deprive yall of it though, lower body ticklish daisuke is literally my lifeblood.
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Fuckboy!Billie x Nerdy!Reader
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Warnings - Billie slightly manipulating reader,short chapter,mentions of sex (no smut tho)
As soon as Billie left the room, I began to regret everything. what the hell was I thinking? I hastily put my clothes on and head back to my dorm, making sure to leave that orange post-it on her bed.
a week passes and i hadn't heard from her. Thank God. I made a point to rush past her in the halls and cafeteria, I regreted everything and genuinely didn't want to talk about it or hear about it ever.
But one evening, when I was studying in the library, I felt a presence behind me. I looked up and there she was, her dark hair in a messy bun and those piercing eyes staring straight into my soul. She had her hands in her pocket, leaning against the bookshelf.
"hm, funny seeing you here." she says with a smirk.
I roll my eyes and continue my reading, pretending she's not there. But she doesn't leave, she sits next to me, her leg brushing against mine.
"You've been avoiding me." she says, her voice low and teasing.
"I have not," I reply, trying to keep my cool.
"Yes, you have," she counters, "why?"
"Because, Billie, that was a mistake." I whisper, "please don't tell anyone," I beg.
"wh-" I cut her off, "promise me you wont tell anyone,"
She leans closer, "Why should I?"
"Because, I'd rather not draw that type of attention to myself." I reply, my voice shaking slightly.
"What do you mean, 'that type of attention', what kind of attention?" she asks, her smirk growing.
"You know what I mean," I mutter through gritted teeth.
she smirks, "no I don't, care to explain?"
"fuck you." I pick up my things and rush out of the library, ignoring her laughter.
she follows me out, "Okay okay, I'm sorry, I promise I won't tell anyone," she says, "But you know you liked it."
I roll my eyes at her and head back to my dorm to continue studying in peace.
The next day, I'm in my dorm when my phone buzzes, it's a text from a number I don't recognize. "What number is your dorm?" It's Billie, I know it is. I ignore it, pretending not to know who it is. my phone buzzes again
"It's Billie, we need to talk." I sigh, what could she possibly want? I decide to text back "about what?" "about what happened that night" I groan and text back "What do you want to talk about?" "I want to see you again, to appologize."
I think about it for a moment before finally replying, "Fine." "the door number?" I send it to her, and immediately regret it.
Within minutes, there's a knock on my door. I take a deep breath before opening it to find Billie standing there in a hoodie and some shorts.
"Hey," she says, her eyes searching my face for a reaction.
"Hi," I reply, stepping aside to let her in.
Her eyes scan the room before landing on me again. "So, about that night." she starts.
"I don't want to talk about it," I say, trying to sound firm.
"Why not?" she asks, sitting on my bed.
"Because it was a mistake," I repeat, "I don't do that sort of thing."
"What, have sex?" she scans my face again, "or have sex with a girl?"
I blush, "Both, I guess." I look up at her, "I guess, I'm not ready for everyone to know that I'm, y'knowâŚ"
"Gay?" she finishes for me.
I nod, feeling embarrassed.
"You don't have to be ashamed," she says, "It's who you are."
"I know," I murmur, "But I'm not ready to tell everyone."
"That's okay," she says, her voice soft, "I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."
We sit in silence for a moment before she speaks again, "But I'm not going to lie, I want to see you again."
My heart skips a beat, "Why?"
"You're interesting."
"Billie-"
she cuts me off, "doesn't have to be sexual if you don't want. just friends?" she flashes me a seemingly genuine smile, and I stupidly fall for it.
"Okay," I say, "but no funny business."
"Scout's honor," she says, holding up two fingers.
We sit and talk for hours, about everything and nothing. We watch movies, she makes fun of my love for romance, and I tease her about her love for horror. And somehow, we find ourselves lying on the bed, our heads on the same pillow, watching the sun rise.
It's comfortable, being around her, and I find myself forgetting the fear and embarrassment I felt that night.
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i also found it a bit hard so ill write them out for anyone else who is struggling to read what its saying
Image one: If you find a corner of this world wide web that has any substance at all, then please stick to it. The hundreds of millions of people that now place absolutely no value on their time, their precious time, and spend it watching soulless content designed to hold their attention is depressing. This all depressed me. There is so little substance in this mess of a world wide web, so little heart or soul or love. If you find any substance, stick to it.
Image two: A Tribute To Minecraft, The Great Potato War, TheOriginalAce's Q&A's, Ludwig's 2020 streams, SMPLive Talent Show. This was everything to me.
Image three: Status is irrational & nature is cynical It's attention porn. Don't get addicted to it. It's nothing. It means nothing. They are more insecure than you. But what the fuck do I know
Image four: When I was a boy, alone, this meant everything to me. I found my people. My place. And along the way I was a part of something that really meant something. That is the only of this . Whatever I did that meant something, that is the only good bit.
Image five: I can't watch back my old videos because everyone in them wasn't who they said they were. Do you know bad this makes me feel. Do you know how sad I have felt all year.
Image six: How could anyone possibly find out who they are when you are all immersed in the needless, self indulgent spiral of instant gratification and distraction. This is not good for you.
Image seven (all written upside down): I don't think I trust anyone here. I don't think anyone trusts anyone here. the poor 12 year old watching this sad ass video when he subscribed for funny minecraft videos. poor guy lmao.
Image eight: yeah i know it's too much like bo burnham. it won't be in a year though. In a year it will be like Tom Simons. Just let me figure out what that means, OK?
Image nine: I used to feel like I was just doing everything wrong. That I just wasn't smart or good like any of my friends. I realize now I was the only one doing the right thing. I just wanted to have fun. What I'd do to get that back, my god. What I'd do. To have things be simple again.
Image ten: I just don't want to slip back into who I was. A year ago I needed you. A year ago most of my self esteem and worth and love came from you. A year ago I wasn't happy unless you were. I don't think I can ever do that again. That really was wrong. How did I possibly end up there?
screencaps of the text in tommy's new video for anyone that wants them!!
Hurts a little but make sure to go check it out!
#tommyinnit they could never make me hate you#op if u wanna copy and paste these as alt text feel free#also shh i reblogged this to my main first on accident. sorrgy
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