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Would Deimos still live in the manor after all of this (considering Deimos find a way to get rid of the eldritch thingy without killing anyone)or would he be like âfinally I can leave this placeâ and went back to his place. Now that I think about it what would happen to Gonzalo and Petruccio anyway
Sorry this feels so random , got curious
bestie I always love talking about my blorbos. Never apologize for it
Deimos would 100% grab Phobos and drag him back to their castle, with the intention of never setting foot in Petruccio and Gonzaloâs MV ever again. And after everything, I doubt Phobos wants to stay, either.
Some people may be welcome to visit, though. And by some I mostly just mean the people who helped Deimos deal with. All of that. So Antonio, Sortino, and Francisco. Maybe Lodovico and Beatrice, too, but Deimos doesnât care as long as they donât mess with shit too much.
Isabella miiiight be allowed on occasion, but itâs a big maybe. Definitely not without someone else from the manor that Deimos trusts.
Gonzalo and Petruccio meanwhile are going to be having The worst time of their lives. Theyâve spent over a hundred years listening to Yighraru and doing whatever it said. They probably still donât entirely understand just how horrific some of the things they did were.
Murder bad, yes. Sacrificial murder isnât that much worse, though. Right?
And theyâre uncertain about pretty much all of the literal torture they put people through. Psychologically and psychically. Yeah okay what they did to Bella was kind messed up, but Sforzaâs fine. âŚwhat do you mean ânoâ???
Gonzalo is especially struggling, having been so young when it got him. He spent the last third roughly of his childhood having his mind, morals, and sanity warped into something that Yighraru could easily use to accomplish its goals. Some of this feels even more normal to him than it does to Petruccio.
Petruccio can help some but theyâre both going to need a lot of help. And honestly heâs more moral support than anything. He doesnât understand why the others are acting like everything they did was a crime against humanity, either.
They might stay in the manor, but it depends.
Are they even welcome to stay? (And can you blame anyone if the answer is no?)
Are they just. Still there? Or are some of their housemates trying to help them? (Bella might be willing, having seen the horrors herself, but she needs a lot of help too. Not to mention what they did to her.)
Can they find somewhere else to go?
Theyâll probably prefer to stay for a while, since they donât have anywhere, but eventually theyâll decide that just being there is too much, and they want to leave and never think about it again!
But they still donât know where to go. It doesnât help that everyone knows who they are, in their MV.
They could go to Deimos and Phobosâ MV, but the chances of running into one or both of them are too high. For all the shit they did, they really did care about those two. They canât bear to face them now.
Not even to thank Deimos for helping all of them.
#Deimosâ Understudy#DU Deimos#DU Phobos#DU Gonzalo#DU Petruccio#yeah Iâm only just realizing theyâre going to have to basically break apart their sense of right and wrong#and build it back up mostly from the ground#they really do not understand#theyâre probably going to take years just to understand just how horrific the incident that brought the rings to them was#god theyâre gonna be fucked up for ages#I have another character who kinda had a similar problem (on a MUCH MICH SMALLER SCALE)#and heâs doin good now!#but. his problem was that he was being a huge asshole#because thatâs just. how he thought talking to people worked.#heâs another Obsidian alt so. yeah. you can kinda see where that may have come from#he feels bad about it. but he doesnât have the crushing guilt and nauseating horror of slaughtering thousands of people#for a being youâd believed was a benevolent god who wanted to help#yeah theyâre going to have to unlearn all of that and start over. but even once theyâre good with that#theyre going to have that hanging over their heads for a very. VERY long time#their therapistsâ therapists are going to need therapy#ahem. Anyway#yeah this is a fun light-hearted drama club au. donât look behind the curtain#donât even look AT the curtain#in fact maybe you should just turn around and take my word for it#(those last three are all jokes. just to be clear)
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i'm gonna be autistic about borderlands for a sec, everyone stay with me okay
i do not understand why the borderlands games try to make moxxi so important to jack, i dont get it, genuinely it doesn't make sense
so, spoilers for BL2, the pre-sequel, tales from the borderlands, and BL3 moxxi's heist- the general info you need is that jack and moxxi canonically dated for a period of time between the first game and TPS, how long this was we arent sure but we can make a guess that at the VERY most it was less then six months of them being together
we can piece this together by the vague timeline of TPS happening about a year or less after the first game
(this is estimated by the fact that Athena said she worked with jack five years ago, meaning TPS happened five years ago by the time the second game takes place and five years is also the amount of time that's passed between the first and the second game so- TPS took place in a very short few month period after the first game)
now we know that they couldn't have been together for long because moxxi was together with BOTH mordecai AND jack during this only a few month period of time between games- this is confirmed in a line of dialogue from BL2 where mordecai says moxxi left him for jack at the end of BL1 but then in TPS moxxi and jack are already broken up, which means they could have only been together for a few months for the timeline of five years to make sense! at the VERY most they were together for like, three months or even just a few weeks. all that matters is that it was not very long
in BL2 there's also a line about jack destroying moxxi's fighting dome because he thought she cheated on him, which is a thing he does AS handsome jack not as the normal dude jack he was when they broke up, the reason for which is still unknown but we know it was Vaguely Messy which is like whatever, sure, that sorta makes sense for him to do but what DOESN'T is the games trying to convince you that jack is in love with her.
okay you still following? cool
in TPS jack is visibly uncomfortable around moxxi and doesn't like working with her, even going as far as asking her to stop calling him 'sugar' a request she just, ignores and continues doing anyway, also during TPS is when jack gets together with nisha, his canon girlfriend he's had through the five years between BL1 and BL2. jack is INSANELY in love with nisha, we see this in the after credits art of both TPS and BL2 same with the way he talks to her/about her in TPS and in outside game material where he literally stutters when talking about her AND in the way he proudly displays her hat in his office in TFTBL alongside his most prized possessions.
he LOVES his woman with his entire heart, he gave her a whole town to prove it!! nisha is his everything outside of hyperion so, tell me, PLEASE why BL3 tried to tell us that jack was still in love with moxxi? because i do not get it at all
what im talking about here is 1. in moxxi's heist timothy is in love with moxxi, this is made canon in TPS where he fumbles through trying to flirt with her and in the heist dlc this is brought up again and timothy has a line about how jack asked moxxi on a date during his reign as handsome jack and sent timothy to go as him because he was busy but like, why would he do that? we know that jack is insane about nisha why would he then?? ask his ex that he visibly hates on a date??? and then 2. they added a fucking painting of her in his office in the casino.
i do not even know where to begin on how much i hate that detail
when you get to jack's office in the casino there are two paintings you find, one is of angel- makes sense, is his daughter who he loves even if he is really bad at it, it's the same as him having the picture of her in his office on helios, he loves his daughter, a painting of her being here is in line with everything else!! plus it's really pretty and i like it
then across from that is a painting of moxxi, which makes no fucking sense!!! why isn't it nisha!! it SHOULD be nisha!! the woman he is CURRENTLY TOGETHER WITH AND MADLY IN LOVE WITH????
i have DETESTED this detail since i first played the dlc, as much i love moxxi's heist and credit it as my favorite borderlands dlc the whole 'moxxi is jack's true love' thing makes me so confused?? they dated for MAYBE three months between BL1 and TPS and then he got into a five year long committed relationship that is never properly explored in the games and then the devs have the gall to say they wish they had done more with nisha like!!! good news you still could have!! but you didn't
anyways, i apologize for this, it has just been bothering me for months and i had to get it out and see if anyone else had noticed this and was bothered by it?? because it makes me go a little insane every time i think about it
then again maybe the character writing in BL3 is just bad
#borderlands 2#borderlands handsome jack#borderlands mad moxxi#borderlands nisha kadam#borderlands rant#i guess#i dont even like nisha and jack together either!! but the way they just erase her to shoe horn moxxi in pisses me off!!#that is NOT the love of his life#OR and hear me out here devs we COULD maybe just possibly add a picture of his first wife?? crazy thought#i swear to fuck if the answer to this is racism i am going to scream#it doesn't help that BL3 specifically has a HUGE problem with misogyny? that game is horrific in the way it treats it's female characters#also just idk jack's writing really fell off in BL3? all the characters did but his stuck out to me in moxxi's heist#it started to fall in tales when they made him super sexist out of nowhere??#and the whole him being cartoonishly evil instead of being grounded like he was in bl2 and tsp made me upset#taking this character with such depth and being like 'yeah he hates women and thinks animal abuse is funny' was a weird turn!#then they do this shit with him in bl3#there are some parts of his writing in bl3 that i like but most of it doesn't sound like him#ALSO TELL US MORE ABOUT HIS FIRST WIFE YOU ASSHOLES#i am fully going to make a huge post about jack's first wife and how awfully they treat that character as a whole#i might also talk about how gross the treatment of the female characters in bl3 is if anyone is interested? because it's gross#anyways#sorry#autism won again#a painting of nisha would have been so pretty too :(#dont play bl3 lol that's the moral here
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Shoutout to my mother for taping HOW TO UNLOAD THE DISHWASHER instructions to the front of the dishwasher, it has taken many years but at long last she has gotten the general gist of my brain problems (she was married to my dad and shared a room with my aunt growing up, after all) and is being genuinely helpful in material and meaningful ways. Thenk u momther 4 my ADL assistance
#My dad had. Pretty all of my brain problems compounded by the worldview of a white guy born in 1951 in southern Illinois#So just kept making successive wives and then his daughters be his caretakers and was a huge entitled asshole about it and also#A violent drunk until he stopped drinking and dealt with shame about not being The Right Kind of Man etc etc etc#aunt was like if 3 anxiety disorders in a trench coat were a person and that person was a hoarder#And could not organize or keep any space clean or remember anything to save her life#Obsessed with baseball freaky good at languages never had a job#Had two degrees from Ivy League schools#The ones who died young in institutions are extreme examples but there are so many members of my family I see as#Cautionary tales because almost all of us are crazy and on the autism-OCD-schizophrenia spectrum and so many people end up#Miserable and terrified or in awful relationships or whatever because they try to have regular lives and do things like regular people#Like bestie We Can't <333#That Way Lies Misery <333#Only happy person among grandparents' kids is the uncle who went thru intensive therapy became a freelance software engineer#And now lives in the desert with his wife except when they visit the farm to take care of the grandkids during harvest season
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i think john mulaney should kill himself and all his little fans should do the same. nothing in particular prompted this but i think itâs really telling why kind of person you are if you can so casually forgive that man and act like he didnât really do anything that bad and continue to support his career and his pr crusade disguised as a comedy special. whatever
#yeah it is that deep. men who do that to their wives deserve unending hatred and contempt#he is a perfect example of male privilege and patriarchy and everything i hate about men.#and everyone acts like itâs all fine and they watch his new special which again. is just careful pr disguised as comedy#and everybody is like oh he didnât really do anything wrong didnât we already know he wasnât a great guy wasnât he a coke addict blah blah#acting like having a drug problem is equivalent to being a cheater asshole. like no. thatâs actually not the same kind of problemâŚ.#like how would YOU feel if the man you loved and married and committed to made his love for YOU part of his PUBLIC BRAND. and he made jokes#about you and your relationship and everyone loved you together because of how HE presented your marriage#and he told you he never wanted kids and permanently took that off the table for you because you thought he was committed to you the way you#were to him. and then. he cheated on you. and then he had a baby with the woman he cheated on you with and left you for.#and he STILL gets a huge career and an insane amount of support and all these adoring fans#how would YOU feel if that happened to YOU? but no one cares that it happened to her. okay.#beth.txt
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Iâm gonna draw Critterâs brother when I have the chance. I like to think he didnât actually die and dons a rat mask cause his call sign was RatĂłn đ
#heâs like SUPER evil and likes killing people#i love them him in my head#what scars should he have#i think he should have a huge one over his face#also he DOES love his sister but heâs also an asshole and forces her to go along with his shit#sheâs had to lie and steal and kill with him#and also his best friend is Roach#donât ask me anything about the characters btw I do NOT know them#𤥠Iâm winging this obsession#ugh he definitely should have tattoos#maybe those cross lines where you count#he has a kill count and adds more#idk I have to think about it#melifails#i need to draw him đš I need hunky evil man#he totally is brutal on his kills too it all started when he killed his mother#so their parents died yeah? and then they joined like a gang? well Critter actually killed her father first#it was self defense but when her mother saw what sheâd done she attacked her daughter and then was shot in the head by her son#that became their secret and they got away with it#but it also made her brother realize he likes murder 𤥠so he had no problem finding a way to do it#and when they got picked up by the military?? oh he was the bestest boy on good behavior#critter didnât want to be a soldier but her brother signed them up#he went on to be a good one and she just kinda lived on the base working more as an employee#until he went off and âdiedâ then she decided to step up and become one#she talks highly about her brother despite his issues#she loves him a lot 𼺠and she was devastated when he died#gosh said he wasnât always good to her he hit her on the head a lot because she needed to stop being so afraid and emotional#and he could be really harsh and insulting playing it off as jokes#sheâs also more quiet about their past than he is#Im about to hit 30 tags so um he also thinks heâs the hottest bitch around and uses other for his advantage
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Actually gonna kill my roommate for giving me his cold
#thankfully not covid (I did check) but god fucking damn I canât sleep#Iâve been lying in bed for hours just suffering#maybe this is me being an asshole but I blame it on the fact that he blows his fuckin. vape smoke everywhere#I have immune problems too so my fucking thyroid freaks out when I get sick#and I have this huge disproportionate immune response#traveling today probably didnât help#ughhh. I just want to sleep. why is all of my ibuprofen and Flonase expired#johnsense
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OFF-LIMITS. -Rafe Cameron.
Pairing: best friend!rafe x fem!reader
summary: rafe has always been your sweet, loving best friend. until he showed you heâs way more than that.
authorâs note: had a cute idea for a fic. hope youâll enjoy. as always, this is filthy. -xoxo, cherryđ
warnings: possessive!rafe, borderline crazy, obsessive!rafe, mentions of violence, rafe being a perv in secret, mentions of JJ Maybank flirting with reader, choking, face slapping, rough, unprotected p!v, loss of virginity, praising, degradation, breeding kink (baby trapping)
Being Rafe's precious best friend meant that you were always going to get spoiled. Many women wished for the things he was constantly offering you; his undivided attention, his affection, random, huge amounts of money sent to your bank account everytime you'd tell him you had a bad day, or if you wanted to get your nails done, or go shopping, sometimes insisting he'd come along, protection, maybe a little too much of it at times, everything you could ever want.
You were the most important thing in his life, since he never really had much of a relationship with his family, all of them treating him like he was a disease, something to be avoided at all costs, only bringing pain and suffering to those around him, like they'd often tell him. But you never saw him that way, and you hated his family for pushing him away and hurting his feelings like that. You were always there for him, his biggest supporter, the only one who could calm him down when he'd come knocking on your window late at night after having a fight with his father, the one taking care of him and putting a smile on his face. And he loved you for that.
But being Rafe's precious best friend also meant that you were off-limits to everyone else. You knew he had a tendency of being rather... intense, when it comes to you. Shit, everyone knew it, too, always choosing to stay at an arm's length from you in fear of what Rafe might think. Ever since you two were kids, he was always protective of you, and he absolutely hated the idea of sharing you.
As you got older though, it got worse. You couldn't even talk to a boy without him pulling you away immediately, and if you did, he'd always make sure to claim you in some way, wrapping his strong hands around you, or placing his big hand on your ass "innocently", always throwing daggers with his eyes and making sure that whatever asshole was trying to talk to you could see that you were unavailable. That he wasn't playing about you. His pretty princess. He didn't like it when you'd hang out with Topper and Kelce either, but since they were his friends, and they definitely knew not to fuck with him, he let it slide. But only because most of the time, he was with you, never leaving your side and silently taking notes of every time one of them would get a bit too close or be too kind to you for his liking.
You never had a problem with it. Rafe always knew best. That's what he'd always tell you, and you never had a reason not to believe him. He always took care of you. Many people talked and raised eyebrows constantly around you, not believing even for a second that you two were just best friends. There was no way that was all.
To you, it was just white noise. You were so used to Rafe and his behaviour that you didn't bat an eye ever at the closeness between you. He was just Rafey, your beloved best friend.
But little did you know the lengths that he'd go through to make sure you stayed by his side. That you'd remain his. His little bunny, oblivious to the real reason he's always asking to see your phone, hiding his true intentions with the excuse of just âchecking for something", or "playing music" or wanting to "take photos" of you, when the real reason was that he was going borderline crazy just thinking about you secretly talking to boys on there.
Oblivious to the real reason his knuckles were violently bruised once in a while, promising you that it was nothing, when in reality, he almost killed a few boys for talking about you or looking at you in a filthy way, or trying to spark a conversation with you.
Clueless about the way he was always watching you, even when you thought he wasn't around. Following you in secrecy, almost everytime you'd leave the house, just to make sure that you were safe and you weren't planning on seeing someone else behind his back.
Completely unaware of the way he'd steal a pair of your panties once a month, sometimes washed, but most of the time used, snatched right out of your laundry basket, just to fulfill his sick, filthy fantasies in the privacy of his room at night, when no one would be awake to hear his moans and your name slipping from his lips as he fisted his impossibly hard cock so fast that he was seeing stars.
He thought it was cute. How you never suspected anything, how blindly you trusted him. And he was fine with you not knowing just how obsessed he was, for a while.
However, his patience was starting to fade. With every pearly smile, every innocent look you threw his way, those short skirts and sundresses you liked to wear that he swore you were wearing on purpose, just to make him go mad. Everytime you'd sit on his lap, or press your cute little ass against him when you'd dance at a party.
Everything was slowly but surely driving him insane, and it was only a matter of time until he was going to finally take what he wanted, what was rightfully his, and only his.
In his mind, the moment you'd find out about his true feelings towards you was going to be romantic, he'd make sure to be careful not to scare you off, he'd make you realize just how much you need him and how much he loved you.
So why did you just have to ruin that, by letting a damn pogue, JJ Maybank of all people, flirt with you? He thought he was going to lose his mind when he'd caught you two on the beach, talking without a care in the world, that stupid pogue scanning your body shamelessly and complimenting your little outfit that was supposed to be for his eyes only. He thought he was smart and fearless, trying to get into your pants like that.
He thought.
Oh, how he hated that you had to make it hard for him and yourself by doing that. He had trusted you, showed you his love, his devotion, for so many years, and there you were, pushing him to do something so reckless that might make you hate him.
But no... he wouldn't have that. He was going to make sure you never looked at another man again, that he would be the only one for you.
Forever.
"My dumb little princess, always so fucking oblivious." He grunted, pounding into your little pussy violently while he gripped your cheeks painfully, making your juicy lips pout. "You don't know what you did to me back there, baby. You're lucky that little shit is still alive after what he tried to pull."
His tone was soft, almost mocking, but you were having trouble processing his words, too messy and too cock drunk to hear anything as you took what he gave you helplessly, your abused cunt swallowing him greedily with each thrust of his hips.
"I told you not to run off by yourself, didn't I? Told you you should only stick by my side. You. Only. Stay. With. Me." He barked, empathizing his words with harsh thrusts, knocking the air out of your lungs and having your back arch off the bed.
"M' sorry, Rafey! I... I didn't mean to, I promise!" You cried out, digging your manicured fingers into his shoulders as you used them for support.
He just chuckled, the sound dark and lacking any amusement. You didn't mean to. Of course you didn't.
"Yeah? Then what the fuck were you smiling at Maybank for, huh?! Letting him look at you, talk to you, when you know that shit pisses me off? You tryna be a whore or something?!" He snapped, grabbing onto the back of your thighs and folding them to your chest, the new angle allowing his cock to stretch you even more and hit your cervix deliciously.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your lips parted with a loud, pornographic moan.
This wasn't the Rafe you were used to. Your soft, caring, loving best friend, and even if you knew of his outbursts, his undeniable issues, he always made sure to keep that side of him away from you, only treating you like a delicate flower, worshiping you with all his heart. Now, he was a completely different person, and maybe you should've hated him for taking everything from you like that, your sweet, precious virginity, but to your surprise, you loved it. And the way your pussy was fluttering around him uncontrollably was a clear sign of that.
"Well shit, would you look at that." Rafe smirked, leaning closer and folding your legs further, the pain adding to the pleasure you were starting to feel at the pits of your stomach. He wrapped his fingers around your slim throat, applying pressure to the sides of your neck and humming in satisfaction at the way your teary eyes widened in shock. "My pretty princess likes being called a whore, huh?"
"R-Rafe! Please, please!" You begged, but you didn't know what for.
"You were just begging for some cock, weren't you? This slutty hole needed a good pounding that bad. What a shame, baby..." He tsked, shaking his head and leaning to peck your trembling lips briefly, before switching up and slapping your cheek, the sharp sound echoing in the room along with the filthy sounds of your skin slapping and your wet pussy squelching around him.
"My dick is the only one this cunt will ever see, understood?!"
You let out a short scream and clenched around him viciously, his words making your head spin.
You were sure you were scratching his back to the point it was almost bleeding, but you couldn't help it, feeling like you were going to pass out with his hand coming back to squeeze your throat and with the way his pace picked up, the bed creaking underneath you like it was going to break with the force of his thrusts.
"Yes! Yes, Rafey!" You managed to say between moans and pathetic whimpers, reaching out and grasping his wrist, your small fingers wrapping around it.
You looked so beautiful to him right now. Unreal. With tears rolling down your soft cheeks, those pretty doe eyes looking up at him submissively, not hiding the way your pupils were blown in pure lust, only for him. Red, swollen lips from his kisses, your carefully applied makeup that was now ruined on your face, an obsessive amount of marks that were going to become flashy bruises, all over your neck and your chest, a clear reminder for you and everyone else that he owned you. The sweet sounds coming from your lips were like music to his ears, the countless nights where he'd imagine how you'd sound like, how you'd feel wrapped around his cock now useless, because nothing could compare to the real thing.
"Sweet angel taking cock so well. 'S like you were made for me, baby... Don't you think so? Look at how greedy this pussy is. Taking me like a pro." He praised, pulling back a little and tilting his head to the side and watching the way he slipped and pushed into you so easily, your slick covering his entire length, a hint of pink around his base, the evidence of your innocence being ripped away from you, now belonging to him.
Letting go of your neck, you finally gasped for air, blinking stupidly at him with your long lashes. But then, he suddenly reached out and grasped your hair, fisting it and yanking your head forward with force, having you watch the way he was stretching you repeatedly.
"Look how good you're taking me. This is all mine. Mine. No one will ever get to see you like this, baby... Gonna make sure of it. You'll never think about another boy ever again. You belong to me, you always have." His lips stretched into a smirk, the look in his eyes possessed as he watched you squirm and whimper, almost unable to keep your eyes open with the tears blocking your sight.
"Say it. Say this pussy belongs to me. You belong to me." He growled, his once blue eyes that were now dark and possessed burning a hole through you, his fingers gripping your hair tighter and pushing your head back. His body pressed against yours as his other hand sneaked its way to your pussy, his thumb pressing against your puffy, sensitive clit and rubbing it back and forth rapidly.
Your thighs were shaking around his waist, and your small body was trashing underneath him as you whined and locked eyes with his.
"It's yours, Rafey! Pussy's yours. I'm yours!"
"Fucking right. You'll never get away from me, even if you tried. I own you. You're never leaving me." He spat, the possessive words only making you squeeze his cock tighter.
It was supposed to be a threat maybe, but in your fucked up state, it was the hottest thing.
You wouldn't be able to live without Rafe anyway, you were so dependent on him, on his attention, his love, that the thought of ever being without him felt wrong.
Then, a sudden thought came to him. How could he make sure that you were never going to escape him? That you were only going to need him, for the rest of your life, just like he needed you. Maybe he could knock you up. Surely you'll never be able to run away if he got you big and swollen with his baby. You'll be his forever. God, only the thought made his body shiver. You'd look even more beautiful this way. Glowing, all because of him. Carrying his heir in that pretty belly of yours. Giving him a family to take care of.
An animalistic growl escaped from deep inside him, and his hips snapped frantically against yours with a newfound purpose now as he smashed his lips with yours, swallowing your whimpers. The kiss was filled with possessiveness as he tried to claim you in every way possible, his tongue slipping into your mouth and tasting you greedily while you tried to keep up with him, every once in a while clashing your teeth together as he rocked your fragile body into the mattress. When he pulled back, a string of your shared saliva connected your lips, and he grinned at you, but in a way that had the hairs on your body stand up.
"Think I know what to do with you, princess. Think I'm gonna get you all knocked up. Yeah. You'd look so pretty like that, you'll be so full of me you won't even be able to walk. And everyone will know, baby... Everyone will know who did that to you. That you're carrying my baby inside of you. Rafe Cameron's baby. My heir."
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I worked retail for a long time and people really do treat you like shit sometimes. But between selling sex toys, mattresses, and jewelry I can say definitively I got treated worst selling mattresses.
All three of my jobs were in sales but selling sex toys we were allowed to put people in their place, and in jewelry people didnât want to misbehave in a fancy setting. But people at the mattress store had no problem yelling at me, hitting on me, or insulting me to my face.
For a while I was managing my own store for the company. I ran a small location and had struggling employees placed with me for rehabilitation. If their numbers improved they could go back to bigger stores. If not, they got fired.
So this meant I was the manager of problem employees. At one point both of my people had a foot out the door. The company was going downhill and changed computer systems and they were fed up. Consequently, they made a ton of mistakes, because they just didnât care about the job or learning the new systems.
I strolled into work on what was essentially my Monday to a shit show. Deliveries scheduled without product, wrong things on orders, poor expectations of the process, you name it. I spent the entire morning getting yelled at for mistakes that werenât mine.
The final straw came when a man called furious that his moms bed for her nursing home had a delivery window he couldnât accommodate. This wasnât a huge disaster since we still had time to deliver it before she moved. I ran him through the options and he just kept screaming at me. Not for a solution but because I was there and he was frustrated.
My heart filled with malice and a cold fury. A calculating part of my brain had a realization in that moment that I could stay a punching bag or I could strike back.
I quavered my voice delicately, taking in a shaky, warbling breath like I was trying not to cry. âSir,â I quivered through fake tears, âI donât know what you want from me! I told you what I can do, I didnât make this mistake Iâm just trying to fix it!â My voice broke pitifully on the last syllables, sounding in all ways like a sweet innocent person being yelled at whoâs just trying her best, really!
It was like Iâd doused him with cold water. My emotional act was the realization that he was screaming at someone who was just doing their damn job, and he was being an asshole. He hastily made an excuse and hung up.
I had a third employee covering with me from another store that day who heard everything. When I hung up, I looked over to see them watching me with an awed expression. âDid⌠did you just pretend to cry?â
âI absolutely fucking did,â I said with feeling, âand Iâd do it a thousand more times. If thatâs what it takes for someone to realize theyâre behaving like a fucking prick, they deserve it.â The employee looked at me like I was their hero.
The man called back, apologizing profusely, having magically arranged his schedule to accommodate delivery. He came in later that week with an apology Starbucks gift card. I was gracious in my acceptance.
I pulled it a few more times before leaving the company. I felt no shame in the ruse. If someone behaves so poorly that itâs plausible their behavior would drive someone to tears they deserve to feel absolutely wretched about it.
#ramblies#ffs foibles#story#retail#retail hell#I have had people over the years had qualms with the ruse#one person even told me it was so unprofessional#that Iâd pretend to be in more distress was not nice of me. but getting yelled at is not nice and Iâm in a position where I canât yell back#and who would they complain to that I cried? would they go to corporate and say how unprofessional the lady cried when I screamed at her!
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So Sweet. â P.JS
The one where Jay, in all of his cherry-flavored thoughts, makes you cherry flavored too. requested here, here, and hereÂ
minors dniÂ
PAIRING â park jongseong x afab reader Â
WORDCOUNTâ 3.8k
CONTENTâ Â Â reader is jealous over nothing, NO THIS IS NOT ANGST, mostly just smutty stuff, food play, costume party (jay is wearing cat ears hueheuehue), alcohol is involved but itâs consenting, yaâll fuck in [redacted]âs room and leave the mess for him to clean up.Â
WARNINGâ idk, reader is possessive and jealous, kinda crazy. very me tbh. jay kinda just shoves it in even tho itâs painful for herâŚâŚand keeps goingâŚâŚâŚ
NOTE â happy almost halloween :D this is very short, written with haste, and probably not that good butâŚâŚ.jay, yknow? jay makes it good.Â
nsfw tags under cut
nsfw tagsâ big fat huge cock jay, candy-play, costumes & cat ears, reader sucks his candy like itâs his cock and he nearly combusts over it, pussy eating, cock stuffing, cream pie
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Itâs gotta be the cat ears, you think, as you stare at your boyfriend from across the room. Everyone is a blur, but goddamn something is off tonight. Because, like, why is every fucking woman in this room staring at him like they wanna rip his clothes off?!Â
Or, maybe itâs that faux-freshly-fucked blushy glow across his cheeks, or the blinking out of sync that comes paired with his drunken jokes and words. The atmosphere truly is making the usual, stoic, lame-ass Jay appear as nothing but an endearing cat-man who deserves a mouth on him.Â
And you know, the fact that you came here with him, with matching ears and a fucking tail, should scare off all these little bitches, yet there they are? Suddenly just so interested in your man?!Â
Jake is the first to notice the way you stare, raising a brow in confusion.
âYou guys get in a fight or something?â He asks as his own animal-themed ears flop around when he turns his head to you.
âNoââ You narrow your eyes at a woman who keeps glancing at your boyfriend as you say it, paying Jake little to no mind. âJust wondering why everyone has a hard-on for my boyfriend right now.â
Jake nods, pouting his lip out and raising a brow as if to silently say âAh, makes sense.â
âWell, if it makes you feel any betterââ Jake starts, glancing around the room. âI literally donât see anyone trying to get it on with him. I think youâre making problems.â
Pause.
âPlease. Look at her!â You slightly raise your voice, pointing to a woman who is absolutely not trying to get on Jayâs dick, in fact, sheâs literally eyeing Heeseung like sheâs about to pounce.Â
Itâs really just the fact that sheâs standing right next to Jay, and you caught her looking at him a few times, and also they had a âconversationâ a few days ago. Nevermind that it was a âSee ya after break!â type of conversation, or that she said it to everyone, and not specifically to Jay. Itâs just that he responded alongside everyone else.
âYouâre being annoying.â Jake finally starts to walk away from you, not actually annoyed but more-so amused at how jealous youâve become solely because youâve had a few shots.Â
Itâs not often you drink, after all.Â
âWait, where are you going?â
âGonna go kiss on your manââ Jake laughs, now rushing his way through a crowd of drinkers and glancing at you when he whispers in your boyfriendâs ear.
You watch the way Jay falls into a face of concentration trying to hear his friend, and then see his eyes flick to you.Â
Oh, well thatâs just great. Surely Jake isnât actually trying to hit on Jay, heâs probably over there snitching like a little asshole. Which sucks because this relationship with Jay isâŚ.itâs kinda new, you know? You donât want to come across as the possessive type, or likeâ controlling.
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You find yourself panicking when Jay stumbles his way over to you, a newly unwrapped lollipop hanging half from his lips as he sips his drink around the candy, and only spilling it once solely because he keeps his eyes on you rather than his footing. Jake is left behind, now beside that girl that clearly wants Heeseung to bone her into the next dimension, looking uncomfortable and left out.Â
Good. She deserves it.Â
âSoâŚâ Jay says as he stands next to you, leaning back against the wall and snaking one arm behind you to grab at your waist. âSomeoneâs jealous?â
You fold in on yourself a little bit, feeling that grip he gives to you that forces you against his side.Â
âOf course not.â You mumble, sipping from your cup and still staring out into the room of people. âWhy would you ever think that?â
âJake said so.â Jay laughs now, leaning his head over to whisper under your ear. âYou saying heâs lying?â
His breath sends a shiver down your spine just as the song changes to that of muffled bass, loud enough to have you wanting to cover your ears.
âYesââ You start.Â
âHuh?â Jay pulls back to look at you.Â
âYes, heâs lying.â You try again.
âWhat?â
Before you try to answer again, you feel him pull you. Around a corner, up, up, and away from the booming music one floor up. He lands you in someoneâs room, fuck if you know whoâs.
âHm?â
Your breath catches in your throat when you look at him now. No one else in the room to muffle that croak in his drunken voice, those blushed cheeks, the fucking ears.
âI said, heâs lying.â You say meekly, unable to tear your eyes from the little split in his lip, reddened by the candy hanging from his mouth.Â
His breath smells of cherry and tequila when he leans closer, tilting his head playfully to look into your eyes, as if to check if youâre the one lying.Â
âIs that so?â He says, pulling the lollipop from his lips and sucking the taste down his throat, allowing that scent to waft through your nose yet again. âSo you donât mind knowing Jakeâs ex tried to get my number?âÂ
Your eyes widen before they narrow. You cross your arms and look away from him.
âOf course not.â You lie.Â
âAnd you wouldnât care that I gave it to her?â He says now, hovering his lips near yours, eyes hooded as he plays with his words.Â
That makes your blood boil though, and no longer can you sit here and pretend like you wouldnât bring out the claws and start pulling hair if it comes to it. After all, that bitch was a homewrecker! Totally broke Jakeâs heart and has the audacity to come to parties when she knows he will be here? And she asked for Jayâs number?!
And he gave it to her?! Jay chuckles when he pulls back, popping the candy back into his mouth as he studies the shift in your nonchalant vibe. He stays silent though, amused, waiting for you to argue until he notices the way your eyes fall.Â
No longer annoyed, but hurt.
In all fairness, that silence he gave you after that had you thinkingâŚhe really gave her his number?
âBabyââ Jay soothes now, pushing the lollipop to his cheek with his tongue so he can speak as clearly as he can despite the slur in his speech from the drinks. âIâm joking.â
The relief washes over your drunken mind, feeling better but now back to being irritated. Whatâs with him right now? You donât exactly want to be jealous, but the fact that heâs making damn sure that you were is kindaâŚlike, is he into that? Does he want you to be possessive?
Youâd be lying though, if you said he didnât look hot as hell the other day pulling you closer to his side because a store clerk looked at you for a second too long. You mightâve even swooned a bit.Â
âYouâre a dick.â You finally respond, shoving him back playfully, unable to hide the relieved smile on your lips. âLooking hot-and-bothered all night, leaving me in a random room only for me to see you talking with some girl after finding you again.âÂ
He lends you his own laugh now, wiggling his eyebrows before popping the candy out of his mouth again. âOh, her? The girl who Heeseung basically just finger fucked on the kitchen counter?â
You pause for a second, unsure as to why that sounds hot. Maybe just because sheâs not after your man? Or maybe you like, wish youâd have seen.
âAnd you didnât even take me to see?!â You go to playfully shove him again, but he stops you with his own gentle shove. Straight against the door, getting up real close to your face before whispering.
âSo, you were jealous?â That slur in his speech is nowhere to be found before you taste the explosion of cherry. Youâre kind of just staring at him, nodding out an admittance as his eyes fall lower, to where heâs tracing the bulbous head of that lollipop against your bottom lip. âHot.â
âYouâre going to drive me insane, you know that?â You finally say after the fourth or fifth time heâs swiped that lollipop against you, adding a translucent sheen to your already alcohol-sweet lips.Â
âMhm.â He nods triumphantly, now pushing the candy past your lips and into your mouth. âShouldâve came over and let me finger fuck you on the counter next, would that have made you feel better?âÂ
You roll your eyes playfully, ignoring the throb between your legs at his bold words. Jay isnât typically this feisty, though youâd have totally let him do such a thing regardless of the eyes that could see. You just, like, didnât really think heâd be willing to do something like that.
âI learn something new about you every day.â You chuckle out, noting the way he stares at your mouth and the way you suck on his lollipop.Â
âGot loads of secrets for you, babeââ He smirks, taking initiative now and pressing his palms down on your shoulders, as if to make you lower yourself to the floor. Which, of course you do. You sink down, feeling the wooden door behind you sturdy and strong. As you do, he reaches over, locking the door.
What you think is about to be the best head of his life turns out to be him sinking down with you, slotting himself between your legs on the floor and pinning you there with his hands against the door. His head tilts cutely, the cat ears now looking more realistic than ever.
He doesnât look like a curious little black cat anymore, he looks like heâs hunting for prey as he looks at you.Â
âLook at you,â He says, more serious and without that smirk before he takes the candy back. âSo, so cute.â
Youâre melting against him after those words, feeling his tongue lick against your lips before you can even return to compliment. Itâs sweet, red coated tongues creating a sugary mess, hums and pleasant sounds leave both of you at the flavor, only to deepen the kiss because neither of you can really get enough of it either.Â
You reach up in the kiss, petting the ears on his head despite knowing he canât feel it the way a real feline would, but he reacts all the same. Totally into it, even, nearly roleplaying as he groans. Maybe heâs just amused that you did that, or maybe heâs wondering if youâll pull at his next or something.Â
And in this kiss that seems to never end, he gets touchy. Pushing and pulling you to both give and take control, one hand moving from cupping your face, to gently holding your neck, up until it finds its way down down down, then up your scanty shirt.Â
Totally lost in it, both of you are. With you skewing his ears to scratching at the nape of his neck, to him groping, and suddenlyâ prodding that same lollipop that youâd forgotten about between both of your lips. Heâs amused when you lick it, the dulling cherry flavor coming back into the kiss with full force between you as he pulls back, red salvia stains all around his mouth before the smirk is back.
He watches as you take it back into your mouth, his own hand pushing it in and out, watching you chase it when he tries to pull it out entirely, only to shove it back in, deeper. Thatâs when he groans, pinching your nipple through your shirt particularly hard due to the sheer arousal that rushes to his cock. It lends him a little throb, a dribble of pre-cum messing his pants.
That about does it for him, pulling the candy out of your mouth now despite the way you chase it pitifully. He pops it into his own temporarily so he can go straight for what he not only wants, but needs right now. You watch him, a little dazed with the way his hair matches perfectly with the color of the cat ears, now a little crooked due to your meddling.Â
He goes straight for it too, reaching under your skirt and practically tearing your panties off of you before heâs spreading your thighs wide and re-adjusting himself back between your legs.Â
You squeak a little in response, proud of the unintentional sound because itâs very in character for the whole, you know, matching cat costume thing. And he only responds with another kiss, the sucker now removed from his mouth as he offers the flavor through his own saliva.Â
Drinking it up is easy as you lick into his mouth, feeling the way his fingers toy with your folds, sliding up and down the slippery heat beforeâ
âJayââ You pull back, confused at the new feeling between your legs as you look at him.
His pupils are wide when he looks at you, mouth still slack from the kiss you were in the middle of, shoulder moving in tune with each push inside of you. He doesnât respond, lost entirely in the moment and so fucking horny over what heâs doing to you right now.Â
He kisses against you again, moving his hand faster, deeper, when his lips reach your neck.Â
âCherry girl.â He mumbles mindlessly, kissing down your neck and to the exposed skin on your chest that your shirt offers. âTastes good on you.â He continues to mumble, working his way down as he kisses over your clothes up until he dips under your skirt. âIn you.â
So, yeah, youâre being fucked with a well-abused lollipop and youâre not ashamed to moan about it because, holy shit.
His mouth is on you harder than it was when he was making out with you previously. Chasing the flavor, moaning for it, gripping your ass and pulling you closer against his tongue. You grip at the hard floor under you, unable to grasp anything at all through the sudden and intense jolts of pleasure.
And he doesnât stop moaning, that sucker still being pushed in and out of you, only pulled out briefly for him to, presumably, shove it in his mouth before circling his lips around your clit with a hard suck. And he does that over and over again, like a loop of intended pleasure where heâs just fucking drowning in all of his favorite flavors.Â
To not be into this is insane, to not grip onto something is even crazier. You reach down, pulling your skirt up just to see the way his eyes are rolled back, totally unable to make eye contact with you as he relishes in the red-sugar flavor of your cunt. The image alone makes you roll your hips up, which leads to him moaning louder for you to do it again, and again, essentially fucking yourself both on your boyfriendâs tongue, and his candy.Â
In the heat of the moment, you finally find your grip in his hair, pulling it so tightly between your fingers that you know itâs hurting him, but he seems to like it. Another secret of his, you guess, as you keep doing that, pulling his hair, riding up against the pleasure heâs offering, and thenâ god the fucking ears.Â
So cute on a man doing something so filthy and messy. You canât hold it, you justâ
âFuck, keep goingââ You stutter out in time with your hips, jerking back and forth both towards and away from him. âRight there,â
Jay is beyond pleased knowing he can make you cum this way. It wasnât exactly in the plan to fuck his girlfriend like this tonight, but heâs glad he did. Especially seeing you chase the pleasure like this. Heâs quick to maintain his rhythm, pushing the lollipop in right at the perfect angle, lips and tongue vibrating against your clit in a way that forces your hips forward, unmoving, stiff and you release.Â
He can feel it, that sticky sweet slick dripping out of you, pulsing with each rush of pleasure. It takes everything in him not to abandon your clit and drink it all up, but heâs stronger than (barely). Heâs good to you, waiting until that grip in his hair finally loosens beforeâ
Youâre pulling twice as hard at it now. Feeling the way he gives you no seconds to recover. Heâs immediately pushing his face back down, licking everything thatâs dripped out of you and letting it slide down his throat before finally pulling the lollipop out of you.
And he continues to lick, and lick, and lick, sucking and still fucking you with his tongue, lollipop gripped in his hand, pressing it against your thigh as if itâs forgotten about.
You try to wiggle away from him, the sensitivity too much from the image of him going feral, to the way heâs licking inside of you, to the forceful push of his nose right against your sensitive clit. And itâs so fucking crazy too, the way youâre still throbbing, the way you feel a second orgasm coming far too soon to the point you know itâll hurt.Â
You grip at his hair again, accidentally unclipping one of his ears as you have to force him to come up for air. More for your sake, in all honesty, but fuuuuck, itâs hard to hold him here with the way heâs looking at you now.
Lost, confused, even a bitâŚinsane.
âI canâtââ
He tries to push back down, tongue falling out of his mouth when you keep that grip in his hair.Â
âJay, It hurts.â
âFuck, baby,â He starts in an out of breath groan, totally forgetting about the nearly-disintegrated lollipop as it drops to the floor. âJust really, really need it right now.âÂ
In that action, you see Jay act more desperate than he ever has, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you further down, forcing your legs open despite the sensitivity. You swear you hear him purr when he looks between your legs, witnessing a wet mess of sweetness, only to see even more the truth of his words now.Â
You see the truth of how badly he needs it in the way he takes that sticky hand of his and pushes it down his pants, not even unbuttoning them before aggressively palming against himself, panting out for you to give him more.Â
God. You think you might be in love with this guy. Too soon.
Too fucking soon.
What does it matter if youâre sensitive? Fucking look at him. Heâs dying for it.
And so, you spread your legs wider, embarrassingly wiggling down to lock your legs around your sweet, black-cat of a boyfriend who canât stop furiously jerking off.Â
âTake it then.â You coo out, wiggling your open cunt right in front of his lap.
He doesnât take his time either, shoving his too-tight pants down his thighs, shifting onto his knees, and immediately stuffing his cock into that same sugary slick. He holds his breath at first before releasing an insanely broken moan at the grip of your cunt around him.
The moan nearly sounds like heâs in pain, muttering half-words that canât articulate a damn meaning even if he tried. Totally lost in the tightness, he barely notices you wrapping your legs around his waist, suffering through the way he knows heâs big, and ignoring how usually he always takes it slow so you can adjust.Â
Not this time. No, you feel each pulse try to rip your hole just to accommodate the thickness he offers. And he just moans more at the way you wince, practically drooling on yourself as you clench, and squeeze, and hold onto him as if youâll fall off the face of the earth if you were to let go.Â
His mind is clear enough to hold you in return though, only because he knows itâs about to hurt more before it starts feeling better for you. Unfortunately, his mind is also just foggy enough to give you the short relief of his thick cock leaving you, only to slam in again, harder.Â
You cry out at it, nails nearly digging straight through his shirt as you instinctively try to hold onto him through the pain. He soothes you through each pleasurable sound. Out-of-breath hums and moans right in your face when he presses his forehead to yours, each painful thrust followed with a compliment and a grunt.Â
âSo good, baby, soââÂ
âYouâve taken it so many times before, fuck, just a bit moreââÂ
âJust relax. Please, baby, I know it hurts.â
Eventually, your body does relax, accommodating his size and painful plunges into you. Up until the rhythm is natural and the slapping of where your bodies meet sounds like nothing but a pornographic mess of pleasure.Â
Both of you now losing it, you let Jay be the one to take it. You let him fuck freely, as hard as he wants, as loud as he wants up until youâve had at least two more orgasms and youâre barely able to open your eyes, better yet function.
You donât know where he got this stamina, considering most nights when youâre together itâs a one and done thing. Then again, most nights he doesnât fuck you with halloween candy, eat it out of you, then fuck it back into you.Â
When he finally reaches his climax though. Oh, oh god. You think you mightâve let the word âloveâ slip from your slack lips upon feeling his cum inside of you, pumping out and filling you up beyond whatâs normal for him.Â
You wonder if that little slip of words made him last longer, because goddamn did he hold you closer, and fuck did he kiss you like he never has before through the orgasm.
And when itâs all said and done, the two of you are left out of breath, a sticky mess of pink-tinted cum, salty sweat, and nearly bruised lips. Youâd say it should be embarrassing to walk out of whoeverâs room this is, but you actually find yourself giggling into your boyfriendâs side during the walk of shame.Â
Mostly because you left the room together to find an entire circle of people outside of the door, presumably listening in. Which isâŚyeah, theyâre weirdos. Then again, the two of you didnât really make it into the room before all of this started. You guess youâd probably listen too if someone was getting fucked against a door.
The giggling though, that comes from learning who owns the bedroom you just got candy-fucked in. His wide eyes narrowing upon witnessing who was in there is probably the funniest thing youâd seen all night.Â
Poor Sunghoon. Youâd have cleaned up the mess if your legs were working properly.
But theyâre not, so, good luck to him, you guess.
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CALL ME YOURS !! (LHS - ě´íŹěš)
SYNOPSIS: ever since you broke up with your ex, choi jiho, who cheated on you with another girl, you have always wanted to get revenge. when you meet jiho again at school, to prove you were over him and had met a better man, you told him you were meeting someone. you lied and told him you were meeting a random guy who you pointed at on your school's bulletin board for being the top student in the whole school. coincidentally, that guy was lee heeseung, known for his quiet and smart personality. then jiho demands to meet him in real life, hand-in-hand with you, which now you have a huge problem. first, you have to find heeseung, and next, you have to date him.
pairing: topstudent!heeseung x popularstudentfem!reader
genre: fake dating, s2l, romance, high school au, sunshine x cold
warning(s): reader + heeseung being in denial, your ex cheated, kissing, inspired by a k-drama (i forgot which one), two of them being awfully awkward at first, swearing, grammar errors, party, lots of love confusions, does say that winter is dating beomgyu, punching, fighting
word count: 7k
AN: guys im back with a long au, i never really write long aus, so this is slightly new to me. i did proofread it but not super thoroughly so if i made any mistakes, my bad for that .
taglist: @yenqa @mylstserenade @jlheon @naespas @jooniesbears-blog @erehkinnie30 @wonifullove @miumiuisme @shawnyle @dimplewonie @beomluvrr @jiaant11 @teddywonss
ALL YOU WANTED WAS REVENGE. Sweet revenge against your idiotic ex, Choi Jiho.You remember the moment you walked into the girls locker room to go deliver something to your PE coach, only to find the room âemptyâ. It hit you like a ton of bricks when you stumbled upon Jiho, locking lips with your âsupposedâ best friend, Kim Haeun, in the girlâs locker room Lip on lip, eyes closed, moving in sync. Heart shattered, tears streaming, you bolted, tripping over a basket of equipment and scraping your knees quickly catching attention of Jiho. His voice trailed after you, calling your name as you fled into the distance.
Losing both your best friend and your boyfriend cut deep. Being single was one thing, but being unable to find anyone who measured up to Jiho was another.
"YN, your standards for men are too high!" Karina remarked from the bleachers during PE.
You shrugged. "They've always been high." For the past 4 months, no one was your type compared to Jiho, the perfect boyfriend in your eyes: tall, handsome, a football player, rich, and occasionally nice.
"It's because of that disgusting asshole," Ningning scoffed.
"He isn't disgusting!" you retorted.
"YN, you need to get over him. This is just becoming toxic, plus you dumped him in front of the whole school ," Giselle chimed in. She was right. You vividly recalled the moment, twenty minutes before the bell, eyes swollen from crying all night but disguised behind makeup, replaying yesterday's scene you witnessed in your mind.
"YN!" Jiho's voice snapped you back to reality, his figure rushing towards you.
"Can we talk?" he asked, breathless.
"Talk about how you fucking cheated on me? Fine, I'll hear you out," you yelled, drawing everyone's attention.
"Can you keep it down, YN?" Jiho snapped.
"Sure Iâll quiet it down when I want to. Go to your girlfriend, Haeun. Why does she have to be my best friend, out of all people?" you glared.
"YN, let's talk inside," Jiho groaned, irritated.
"No, we're done. I never wanted you anyway, you asshole. Just fuck off," you spat, the words stinging even as they left your mouth The next thing you knew the scene spreaded like wildfire at school.
"Are you okay?" Minjeong asked as you sobbed at the lunch table.
"Listen, YN, Jiho wasn't worth it. You saw what you saw," Karina tried to console.
"I don't know... it's just over now," you murmured, head in your hands.
"Maybe it's a sign to find someone better," Ningning suggested.
"I don't know..." you whispered, feeling lost, unable to move on.
âIâm for sure thereâs someone way better than him.â Giselle added (biggest lie you ever heard).
MONTHS PASSED AND YOU FOUND YOURSELF IN THE LIBRARY, lending a hand to the librarian in organizing books before school started. As you went about your duties, dropping off books and preparing to fetch more, the one and only, Jiho, stood by the school bulletin board waiting for you. It had been months since the breakup, and yet, the wound was still fresh, a constant reminder of the pain (really yn..)
"I wanted to say a word," Jiho awkwardly mumbled, eyeing you for a reaction, his hands in his pockets.
You reluctantly agreed, "Fine, make it quick. I'm busy."
"I broke up with Haeun," he stated, the words hanging in the air.
"What?" Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.Â
"I ended things with Kim Haeun," he said more firmly. His words sank in, but confusion lingered. But why was he telling you this now? Then it hit youâhe wanted you back. Yet, on a day when you missed him, you suddenly felt nothing. He had left you for another girl (well, technically, you dumped him), betrayed you, and now he came back because you were his second choice?
"Why are you telling me this?" You managed to maintain calm.
"I still like you, YN LN," he confessed, causing your eyes to widen. You bit your lip, before you could accept his confession like your 5 minute ago self would. Your heart didnât thump like it did when you were around him. Your hands werenât sweaty like they were when he looked at you before. Your mind wasnât racing like it was when Jiho confessed to you for the first time, months ago. It was nothing like any of thatâyou just felt empty and cold.
"I'm seeing someone," you blurted out, realizing the lie you had just said. Crossing your fingers, you hoped he wouldn't ask about the identity of your "so-said boyfriend"
"Who?" he inquired, raising his eyebrow. Desperately searching for an excuse, your eyes landed on the bulletin board, displaying a list of top students and their ID photos.
Rushing over, you pointed at the first photo and name you saw, "That guy," you said, reading his name, "...Lee Heeseung! I'm dating him."
"Oh, really?" Jiho cast a skeptical glance between you and the photo, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then," he leaned in closer, "how about you introduce me to him, hand-in-hand, next week? I want to see if he's worthy of you." Panic rushed in you, and your throat went dry. You forced a smile and nodded in reluctant agreement.
"Sure," you replied.
"Great, see you next week," Jiho said, turning and walking away. You were officially doomed. Now, you have to find this Lee Heeseung and give him a deal.
YOU WANDERED DURING LUNCH, TRYING TO FIND HEESEUNG. You only heard about him because he got a perfect score on the hardest SAT exams, but you didn't really pay attention.
"Heeseung? Sorry, I donât know who he is," a girl replied when you asked her about Heeseung.
"It's okay," you smiled politely and left, feeling frustrated.
"I'll never find him," you groaned to Karina, who was with you while you asked everyone about Heeseung.
"Why did you lie to Jiho then? I thought you werenât over him. Last night, you were giggling at how cute Jiho is and how much you want him back," Karina asked, taking a bite of her apple.
"I donât know. He was just using me. I knew it because he and Haeun broke up," you explained, letting out a soft sigh. "He saw me as a second option, and I got into this mess because I lied to him about having a boyfriend who's probably some ugly nerd."
"I told you he was using you the entire time! But you didnât trust me!" Karina scolded you.
"Sorry, I was just blind back then," you mumbled.
Before your last attempt, you walked up to a boy and asked the same question youâd been asking everyone.
"Do you know Lee Heeseung by any chance?" you asked. The boy's eyes widened, and a big grin spread across his face.
"Yes, I do! For what reason?" the boy quickly replied. For the first time, someone knew who he was.
"Do you know where he is then?" you inquired, hoping he could help.
"I do. Iâm close friends with him. Come, Iâll show you where he is," the boy replied as you followed him, waving to Karina goodbye.
As the two of you awkwardly made up the long staircase, you arrived at the rooftop of the school. When the boy opened the door, a lonely figure sat by the table, reading a book.
"Heeseung!" the boy called out, causing the figure, supposedly Heeseung, to turn around.
"What, Jungwon?" Heeseung raised his eyebrow, quickly glancing at you and then back at Jungwon.
"YN was looking for you," Jungwon quickly said, nudging you to speak. Heeseung obviously knew who you were, known for dating Jiho and your soft-delicate visuals.
You walked towards him awkwardly, âUhmâŚcan we talk privately?â Slightly glancing at Jungwon, signaling him to leave quietly. As Jungwon left quietly, you cleared your throat.
âSoâŚâ you started off a bit nervous, âI need some help?â
"What help?" Heeseung answered a bit coldly, âIf itâs anything studying related, Iâm not interested-â
"I need help dating," you blurted, realizing what you had just said.
"What?" Heeseung gave you a puzzled look, "Dating what?"
"I lied to Jiho. Okay, I donât have interest in you or even Jiho. I lied to him saying that Iâm meeting you," you spilled the news. Heeseung had an empty look on his face as you tried to read his expression.
âWhy me?â Heeseung arched his eyebrow.
âYou were the first name I saw,â you explained, âSo can you fake date me? I need it, please,â you pleaded, hoping he would accept your request.
"No, Iâm not interested," he turned around, quickly getting his book to start reading again. Your jaw dropped, no one had ever rejected you like that.
"What?" you spat, feeling terrible that you got rejected for the first time.
"Iâm not interested in you or in dating. So, I strongly believe that I shouldnât do it," he said, quickly focusing his attention on his book.
âIâll do anything!â you begged, feeling desperate.
"Anything?" Heeseung quickly averted his attention to you, dropping his book slightly to make eye contact with you.
"Yes, anything. Iâll do anything," you replied, hoping he would accept it.
"Then introduce me to her," Heeseung answered. You looked confused.
"Who's her?" you raised your eyebrow.
Heeseungâs cheek slightly blushed, it was the first time you saw him so embarrassed. âKarina,â he mumbled under his breath. Suddenly it clickedâhe was interested in Karina, your best friend.
You gave an eager look, âDeal! Iâll introduce you to her after all of the fake dating.â You pulled out your hand.
"Deal," Heeseung replied, shaking your hand.
AÂ FEW DAYS LATER, YOU FIND YOURSELF in the convenience store, an unexpected place for someone like youâa popular girl to be at. Your outfit was simpler than usual, baggy gray sweats and a white tank top, with your hair thrown up in a messy high ponytail and an oversized jacket completing the look.
You scan the snack aisle, contemplating your choices, when the doorbell chimes, signaling a customer had entered. Your heart thumps as you recognize the last person you expected to encounterâHeeseung. He's dressed in simple gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, his messy hair somehow adding to his charm.
Your eyes lock momentarily before you both awkwardly shuffle towards each other. "What brings you here?" you ask, surprised to find him in a convenience store at 2 am.
"Why are you up so late?" he counters, swiftly turning the interrogation on you.
"I couldn't sleep. What's your excuse?" you reply.
"Studying," he responds matter-of-factly, grabbing an energy drink before swiftly checking out and leaving. You hurry after him, catching up as he strides down the street.
"Studying late? That's a first," you mutter to yourself, gazing up at the night sky.
"I donât want to flunk my classes, unlike you," he retorts, avoiding your gaze.
"I'm not that hopeless," you roll your eyes.
"Yeah, you are," he quips, taking a sip of his drink.
"Hey!" you playfully threaten, pulling back your arm as if to hit him. But then something unexpected happensâyou catch sight of Heeseung's smile, genuine and endearing. You quickly shake off any wayward thoughts; after all, you're just his so-called âgirlfriendâ.
"Where do you live?" you inquire, trying to change the subject.
"Stalker much?" Heeseung teases.
"Shut up," you retort, rolling your eyes.
"I live in the house near the college," he answers, disposing of his empty can.
"Do you walk to school?" you ask, trying to prolong the conversation.
"Yeah," he replies.
"Then... do you want to walk together tomorrow?" you suggest, stopping in the quiet and empty streets.
"Walk together?" he repeats, surprised.
You nod and quickly add, "Yeah, you know, for you know..."
Heeseung considers for a moment before agreeing, "Sure."
"Great! I'll come by your place at 7 am since school starts at 7:30!" you smile, remembering to ask for his number. He inserts it into your phone, adding, "Don't blow up my phone."
"I'm not that obsessed with you," you retort.
"I think you are," he jokes.
"In your dreams," you shoot back.
YOU FOUND YOURSELF STANDING OUTSIDE Heeseung's door, feeling an awkward knot tighten in your stomach as you waited, fingers fidgeting nervously. After what seemed like hours, the door swung open to reveal a woman, likely Heeseung's mother.
"Hi, who are you?" she inquired, her eyes curious but welcoming.
"I'm YN LN," you replied, managing a warm smile despite your nerves. "A friend of Heeseung's."
"Heeseung's friend?" Her expression softened into a delighted grin. "I didn't realize Heeseung had such a pretty friend. I'm Heeseung's mother. Just call me Mrs. Lee."
"Mom..." Heeseung's voice interrupted, his presence suddenly beside you as he quickly shuffled to put on his shoes.
"Heeseung, she seems like a sweet and pretty girl," Mrs. Lee remarked before Heeseung darted, closing the door behind him before his mother could say anything else.
"Your mother seems really nice," you commented, attempting to ease the tension.
"Mhm," Heeseung mumbled, his attention already diverted to his book that he quickly pulled out from his backpack.Â
With a pointed look, you reached out your hand, silently urging him to remember.
Heeseung sighed, rolling his eyes in mild exasperation, but he relented, tucking the book away and clasping your hand in his. The touch sent a jolt through you, a feeling you couldn't quite grasp.
"So..." you began, eager to break the silence. "Where's your class?"
"Class 3-B," he replied shortly, his gaze fixed ahead as if unwilling to meet your eyes.
"Mine's right next door." you exclaimed, hoping to inject some enthusiasm into the conversation. "Perfect! Do you know what this means?"
"What?" Heeseung's response was clipped, his tone guarded.
"That I can come over to your class during lunch!" you declared with a wide grin, trying to lighten the mood.
"I eat on the rooftop, alone." he added, emphasizing the word alone.
"Ah, I forget youâre a loner," you teased gently.
"At least I'm productive with my free time," he retorted.
"Well, today we're together!" you suggested brightly and then with a smirk you whispered, "And I can introduce you to... Karina." The mention of your best friend's name made Heeseung blush slightly.
"Shut up," he groaned, moving to cover your mouth with his free hand just in case you would say anything else.
"Like I want to-" feeling a sudden hard squeeze in your hand "Ow..."
"Now shut up before I squeeze harder," Heeseung warned, though there was a hint of genuine threat in his tone.
"You're no fun," you muttered. Eventually, you arrived at the school, fingers still intertwined as you drew curious whispers from the hallway.
"YN and Heeseung, dating? No way..." you heard a girl whisper by the lockers, causing a flush of embarrassment to color your cheeks. When you reached Heeseung's classroom, you reluctantly released his hand, noticing the tension in his posture as he leaned against the doorframe.
"See you later?" you asked, "I'll be on the rooftop during break."
"Alright..." Heeseung's response was hesitant, but then came an unexpected word that caught you off guard. "...baby." The pet name hung in the air.
"R-right... anyway, bye..." you stammered, feeling a rush of different emotions. You'd been in relationships before, but you were never so flustered for such small things like that. Could it be... you weren't falling for him, right?
HEESEUNG SETTLED AT THE EMPTY TABLE on the rooftop, his gaze drifting across the school grounds. The rooftop held a special meaning for him, offering a quiet place to read, barely visited by others.
âHeeseung!â Your voice sliced through the silence, drawing his attention. He glanced up to see you approaching, two lunches in hand.
With a bright grin, you placed the meals in front of him. âI brought lunch!â
"Thanks," Heeseung replied , his tone cool as he examined the homemade kimbap. As you both sat down, awkwardness settled between you, by the avoidance of eye contact.
Summoning his courage, Heeseung brought a question that had lingered in his mind for months. "Why did you like Choi Jiho?"
Your eyes widened at the unexpected, catching you off guard. You paused, hesitating with how to respond.Memories of Jiho flooded your mind. You had forgotten about him for the past 4 days due to Heeseung being on your mind 24/7.
You cleared your throat, summoning a bitter lie to your lips. "I... uh, he was nice, I guess."
"Did Jiho even like you back?" Heeseung's question cut through the air. Thatâs when you realized something. You remembered the way Jiho would never defend you in any moment or barely spend time with you. And the time when he did? He would always be on his phone. You realized how stupid you were as you thought the moments where he just wanted attention from the public by kissing you or flirting with you meant that he loved you.Â
"I... I don't know," you admitted. Deep down, you knew the painful realityâthat Jiho had used you.
"Oh, okay..." Heeseung responded, sensing the weight of your words. "So, let's change the topâ"
"I know he didn't like me," you interjected, your gaze drifting to the sky before meeting Heeseung's gaze. "I know he was the worst boyfriend I could ask for."
Confusion flickered across Heeseung's features at your sudden confession.
"I was blind. I regret it," you murmured, your gaze falling to your lap. "But it's in the past."
Heeseung regarded you with his usual stern and cold look. "Then why did you tell Jiho you were meeting someone else?"
"Because... I wanted to prove I was happier now," you muttered, grappling with your tumultuous emotions.
"Are you?" Heeseung's gaze bore into yours.
"I... I think I am," you replied
"You 'think'?" Heeseung pressed, his tone firm.
"I'm happier than before," you insisted, though the vagueness of your answer hung in the air.
"That's not specific," Heeseung challenged.
"I can't be specific," you confessed, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Because I don't know, at all."
"Are you sure?" Heeseung persisted.
"Heeseung, it's my feelings, yes I'm sure," you asserted.
"I'm just physically and mentally curious, so it allured me toâ" Heeseung began, but you cut him off.
"Okay, I think that's enough. The bell's going to ring soon. Text me later!" With that, you rose abruptly, snatching your lunch bag and offering a quick wave before descending the stairs back to class.
HEESEUNG LAY ON HIS BED, staring up at the ceiling. He knew he should be studying, but your words about Jiho lingered in his mind. "I'm happier than before." Why was he even pondering such things? Lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by a faint buzz from his phone. Retrieving it, he found a message from you.
YN LN: heeseung!! all my friends rejected me to go to the mall TT, so wanna go together?? ><
Heeseung paused, a moment of surprise flashing across his features. You were asking him to go to the mall with you? It felt almost like you were asking him out. He composed himself and replied:
Heeseung: Sure. Send location and time, Iâll be there.
Putting down his phone, he realized the weight of his agreement. He had just agreed to go on a date with you. And now, he needed to get ready. Hastily, he rummaged through his closet, seeking out a suitable outfit. Opting for his lone stylish varsity jacket paired with jeans, he ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tidy it up.
Rushing to the mall, he found you leaning against a store wall, your attention fixed on your phone. As he approached, a cupid seemed to strike him with an arrow as his cheeks flushed. The simplicity of your outfit and the gentle cascade of your hair rendered you utterly captivating.
You looked up, catching sight of Heeseung's slightly stunned expression, and greeted him with a warm smile, gesturing for him to join you.
"Hi," Heeseung muttered, still awestruck by your beauty.
"Hi!" you returned the greeting with equal warmth. "I just need to buy some makeup for my friends, or maybe myself, and possibly shop around! Anything you need?"
"Not necessarily," Heeseung replied, scanning the mall.
"Okay then, follow me," you said, seizing his arm and leading him to the nearest makeup store. Arriving at the lip product section, you perused the selection of lipsticks, lip glosses, and lip tints. Grabbing a random lip tint, you turned to Heeseung.
"Can I try it on you? I need to see if it looks good on a person," you suggested.
"What? When did I sign up for this?" Heeseung sighed.
"Please," you pleaded, giving him your best pout. "I can erase it right after."
"Fine."
With careful precision, you applied the tint to his lips. The warmth of his breath brushed against your cheeks and neck, sending a flurry of sensations through you. Your heart raced as you admired his perfectly shaped lips, now tinted with color. After smoothing out any unevenness, you stepped back to admire the look.
"Hmm... I think this works," you concluded, grabbing the new tint to go check out and pay for it.
YOU SAVORED THE SWEET TASTE OF vanilla ice cream as you took a bite, sitting side by side with Heeseung on the bench outside the convenient store where you first met. He listened attentively as you shared stories about your friends and family.
"And then Giselle told meâ" Your sentence was cut short as Heeseung's fingers delicately wiped a smudge of ice cream from the corner of your lips.
"Mhm?" He hummed softly, encouraging you to continue. Your heart fluttered at his touch, beating rapidly in your chest.
"...y-yeah," you stammered, trying to regain your composure, your gaze drifting to the hues of the sunset painting the sky in shades of blue and orange.
"Are you done with your story?" Heeseung inquired, to which you nodded hastily. You weren't finished, but another word might turn you into a flustered mess.
After a brief silence, you suggested, "How about we go for a walk by the Han River?" Heeseung agreed with a nod, and soon you found yourselves strolling side by side along the riverbank, the gentle sound of water trickling in the background adding to the peaceful atmosphere.
Unexpectedly, Heeseung asked, "Are you going to the dance?" It was a question he wouldn't normally ask.
"The dance?" you raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by his inquiry.
"Yeah, the school dance?" Heeseung clarified, his expression tinged with skepticism.
"Oh, well, yeah," you replied, feeling a pang of disappointment as you remembered his feelings for Karina. He didn't like you, so why did you allow yourself to hope for something more?
"Is Karina going?" Heeseung continued, and you struggled to find your voice, your throat suddenly dry.
"O-oh, uhm, I think she's going..." you managed to say, the reality of your situation crashing down on you like a wave. Foolish fantasies had consumed you for the past five days, but now you bit your lip to stave off the embarrassment and tears threatening to surface.
"I think I'm tired. I'm gonna go home now. Bye, Heeseung," you forced a small smile before turning away, walking in the opposite direction. Heeseung watched you go, a confused expression clouding his features as you moved farther and farther away.
LEANING AGAINST THE WALL, you found yourself lost in thoughts of Heeseung, the person who was on your mind day in and day out. Why did it bother you so much if he had feelings for your best friend, Karina? Why did his presence hold such sway over you?
"YN?" Winter's voice broke through your trail of thoughts,snapping you back to reality.
"Oh, sorry, I was zoning out," you replied, trying to shake off the distraction.
"You've been distant all day. Is everything okay?" Ningning's concern was evident in her voice.
"Just tired, didn't get much sleep last night," you reassured them with a forced smile, hoping they wouldn't press further.
"Are you sure?" Giselle's skepticism lingered, her gaze searching yours.
"It's nothing, just life being complicated," you offered, trying to reassure their worries.
"If you need to talk, we're here for you," Karina chimed in, her comforting touch on your hands a familiar gesture she usually did. How you longed to confess and tell them about Heeseung and the jumble of emotions you felt and fought with, but the fear of ruining your relationships with both him and Karina kept you quiet.
At that moment, it came to you: you were in love with Heeseung. It had to be a mistake right? You could never like someone like Heeseung. The way your heart thumped when Heeseung did small actions like hold your hand or even wipe off anything from your mouth.
 Yet, you couldn't shake the fear, the fear of history repeating itself with someone like Jiho, selfish and foolish. What was the point of falling for someone who didn't accept your feelings and liked someone else
HEESEUNG HAD REHEARSED EVERY WORD, every breath, for the moment he would finally summon the courage to ask you out for dinner. With trembling fingers, he reached for his phone, his thumb hovering over the call button. The weight of his nerves pressed down on him as he prepared to take the risk.
As the phone rang, his heart raced, the sound of your voice on the other end sending a jumble of emotions through him "Hello?" you answered, your voice like music and beauty to his ears.
"Hi..." Heeseung replied, his voice betraying his unease.
"Why did you call me?" you asked, curiosity tinged but yet your voice sounded heavy and drained. Heeseung couldn't help but notice the change in your tone for the past days, wondering if he had somehow caused it. Had he done something wrong?Â
"I was just wondering if... uhm... you wanted to go get dinner tonight together?" Heeseung's voice faltered slightly, the weight of his question hanging in the air.
"Dinner tonight?" Your voice held a hint of confusion, but there was also a spark of interest. "When and where?" you inquired.
"At the Japanese place down the block, at 6?" Heeseung suggested, hoping you would agree.
"Sure, I'll see you at 6 then," you replied, your voice brightening slightly.
"Right, anyways, bye!" Heeseung quickly ended the call, a rush of happiness coursing through him. He had done it. He asked you out for dinner.
With a sense of pride, Heeseung flopped onto his bed, his phone resting on his chest as. a wide grin spread across his face. He replayed the conversation in his mind, excited for the evening of day.Â
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, you couldn't contain your excitement. Heeseung. Lee Heeseung. had. Asked. you. out. to. dinner. You, YN LN. You couldn't help but squeal with delight into your pillow.
Eager to make a good impression, you jumped out of bed and rushed to your closet, rummaging through your clothes in search of the perfect outfit for the occasion.Â
HEESEUNG SAT NERVOUSLY, tapping the table as he waited for you to arrive. Within minutes, you rushed in and quickly spotted him.
"Hi!" you greeted with a smile, settling down at the table.
"Hi," he smiled back (inside you felt a flutter at how cute his smile was). You both looked at the menu and ordered as the waiter approached. After eating, you quietly walked outside, enjoying the cool evening air.
The dark, cloudless sky revealed a glimmering array of stars. You admired the view, unaware that Heeseung was watching you, captivated by your beauty.
"The stars are so pretty," you remarked in awe.
"Mhm," he replied, still focused on you. Suddenly, you felt his fingers gently tuck a stray hair behind your ear. Your face flushed as butterflies fluttered in your stomach.
"I have a question, YN..." Heeseung began, and you turned to him, curious.
"Do you... want to go to the dance?" he asked. Your heart raced, your stomach churned, and your head spun. He had just asked you to the dance.
"T-the dance?" you stuttered.
"Yeah... I mean, just as... you know, for visual purposes," he tried to clarify.
"Right..." you nodded, agreeing. "I'll go with you." Heeseung's face lit up with a big grin as you accepted his invitation.
"That's great! I'll, um... see you at the dance then," Heeseung said with a small smile and a wave as you both went your separate ways, heading home with a light heart.
As you walked home, your mind buzzed with excitement. The thought of going to the dance with Heeseung made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but replay the moment he asked you, feeling a rush of happiness each time. It was like a dream come true, and you couldn't wait for the night of the dance to arrive.
WEEKS FLEW BY, each one filled with anticipation, excitement, and a series of dates. Finally, the much-anticipated day of the dance had arrived. It had been six weeks since you eagerly marked this date on your calendar. Reflecting on the past four months since you met Heeseung, you knew deep down that you were head over heels in love with him. The moment he asked you to the dance, those feelings intensified.
"Do you think this dress is pretty enough?" you asked, twirling in your knee-length black dress adorned with delicate lace details, a sweetheart neckline, and spaghetti straps. The dress hugged your figure perfectly.
"It's gorgeous," Ningning complimented, deftly assisting with your hair.
"It's perfect, just like you," Winter reassured, adjusting your dress with care.
"Easy for you to say, with Beomgyu as your date," you teased, prompting laughter from your friends.
"And you have Heeseung," Winter smiled, smoothing out the fabric of your dress.
"You two are so cute together," Giselle teased, earning a blush from you.
"I love you guys," you said, feeling grateful for their support as you shared a group hug.
"Even if I'm dating a man, you'll always be my number one," Winter jokes, lightening the mood as you head to Karina's car.
Upon arriving at the dance, the lively atmosphere was perfect. Laughter, music, and chatter filled the room as people talked, danced, and enjoyed themselves. Spotting Heeseung entering the room, you felt a rush of excitement.
He looked perfect in his suit, his hair perfectly styled. Rushing over to him, you greeted him with a beaming smile.
"Heeseung!" you exclaimed. Heeseung looked up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. I
"You look amazing, YN," Heeseung complimented, his smile genuine.
"Thanks, but you're the one who looks stunning," you replied, feeling your heart flutter as you took in his appearance. "Come on, let's grab some snacks and go have fun!"
The next two hours were filled with laughter, dancing, and cherished moments spent with Heeseung and your friends. However, it was until you excused yourself to the bathroom, to then meet Jiho.
"YN," Jiho's voice cut through the noise, sending a chill down your spine.
"What do you want, Jiho?" you asked, your tone laced with irritation.
"Are you here with your 'so-called' boyfriend, Heeseung?" Jiho taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Yes, and what's it to you?" you retorted, your patience wearing thin.
âYeah there is.â his smirk widened, âDonât act stupid, I knew everything.âÂ
âGod I hate you Jiho.â you spat, feeling your anger rise.
"Come on, YN. Admit you still love me, and everything will go back to normal," Jiho sneered.
âI donât even like you anymore, Jiho.â you said firmly, trying to keep your composure.
"Oh, really? Maybe this will change your mind," Jiho said, leaning in closer. You felt his fingers slip into your waist, his grip firm and tight. You felt his face leaning closer to yours. You quickly stepped back and pushed him aside.Â
âAre you fucking crazy?â you yelled.Â
âYN, why are you so pissed? Not like you like anyone.â Jiho's eyes bore into yours, a smirk playing on his lips.
âI donât want to fucking kiss you,â you glared, âNow fuck off please.âÂ
âWhy is it because of Heeseung? Your fake boyfriend? God, he probably doesnât even like you YN. He only likes you because you're popular.â he laughed. Your heart sank at his cruel words. The words stung as you heard each word. Heeseung was just a stupid fake boyfriend you had. The two of you had never had a real relationship. A real love. Was Heeseung just playing with your feelings? Did Heeseung even love you like how much you loved him?Â
"I hate you, Jiho," you whispered before leaving the party alone, your heart felt heavy.Â
YOU SPENT HOURS lying in bed, staring out the rain-splattered window, your cheeks damp from the relentless stream of tears. Days had passed since the dance, and you hadn't mustered the strength to leave the confines of your home.Â
"YN, you've been here for hours," Karina's voice broke through the silence, her concern evident as she entered your room.Â
"Why didn't you text me?"Â
"Phone died," you muttered, burying your face deeper into the sheets.
"Tell me what's wrong," Karina urged gently, taking a seat beside you.Â
"I don't know," you confessed, your voice barely audible.Â
"Come on," Karina coaxed, her comforting presence offering a glimmer of solace.Â
"Okay, fine," you relented, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Jiho said some awful things to me at the dance. Now I'm a wreck, and I can't face Heeseung. I'm in love with him, and it's tearing me apart."Â
Karina's eyes widened at the torrent of emotions pouring out. "And you kept this from me all this time?"Â
"Karina, I didn't know what to do," you admitted, your voice choking with emotion. "I thought Heeseung felt the same way, but then Jiho made me doubt everything."
"How does Jiho know anything? He's not Heeseung," Karina retorted, frustration evident in her tone. "He's just trying to mess with your head."Â
"But what if he's right? What if Heeseung was just pretending all along?" you sighed, a heavy weight settling in your chest.Â
"YN," Karina's voice softened, her touch gentle as she sought to comfort you. "How do you know Heeseung doesn't like you? Have you talked to him?"Â
"I haven't," you admitted, uncertainty clouding your thoughts.
"Then how can you be so sure?" Karina questioned, her eyes searching yours. "Heeseung cares about you, YN. He was worried sick after the dance. He searched everywhere for you and even left the party early out of concern."
"Are you serious?" you asked, a glimmer of hope flickering in your eyes.Â
"Dead serious," Karina affirmed, her sincerity unwavering. "Talk to him, YN. You'll see."Â
"But what if I'm wrong?" you hesitated, your fear holding you back. "Just trust me on this," Karina reassured, squeezing your hand gently. "Talk to Heeseung. You'll thank me later." Karina offered you a reassuring smile before enveloping you in an embrace.
HEESEUNG WAS SERIOUSLY DEAD WORRIED about you. He thought you were possibly hit by some car or even worse kidnapped. His thoughts wandered as he tried to think of all the possibilities you were. You stopped even coming to school for weeks.
The memory of the dance replayed in his mind like a broken record, haunting him with unanswered questions. Your sudden disappearance after excusing yourself to the bathroom left him questionable and restless. Desperately, he asked your friends as your friends only left him shrugs and quietness making him uneasy of the situation.
When you finally returned after a week-long absence, Heeseung couldn't help but notice the change in you. You awfully looked tired and you had eyebags. And the most important change, you were avoiding Heeseung. Was it something he had done to mess things up?
Heeseung sat at his usual spot on the rooftop, gazing out at the view, trying to get his thoughts out.
"Look who it is, Lee Heeseung," a voice pierced through the silence, pulling Heeseung from his reverie. Turning, he found Jiho leaning casually against the stairway exit, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Heeseung's girlfriend, huh?" Jiho taunted, his words hitting Heeseung like a sudden blow.
"What did you do to YN?" Heeseung's voice was edged with a mixture of anger and concern, his gaze sharp.
"Nothing much, just a little truth-telling," Jiho chuckled, his demeanor full of arrogance.Â
"What truth?" Heeseung's tone was laced with urgency, his fists clenched in frustration.
âJust a few things that need to be said. Like how you guys are just dating, nothing more than that.â
Heeseung's jaw tightened as the weight of Jiho's words settled in, his mind reeling with disbelief and anger.
"Do you even know why YN hates you?" Heeseung spat, his voice seething with contempt.
"Why don't you tell me?" Jiho's smirk widened.
"Cause youâre truly an awful personâ Heeseung retorted, his patience wearing thin.
âOh really?â Jiho teased, âI didnât know.â
Jiho's mocking laughter only fueled Heeseung's rage, his frustration exploding into action as he delivered a swift punch to Jiho's jaw.
"You're really undeserving of her," Heeseung's words echoed in the empty space.
âYou could punch me as many times, I donât care.â Jiho smiled.Â
âI would but actually I donât want to see your ugly face, so fuck off.â Heeseung stormed out of the rooftop leaving Jiho alone on the ground.
IT WAS 1 AM WHEN YOU FOUND YOURSELF at the convenience store, clad in your most comfortable clothes, not even caring if people saw you. The rush of cold air from the conditioner greeted you as you stepped inside, scanning the assortment of snacks. The scent of sweet delights filled your senses, tempting you to buy more. You reached for a snack when the chime of the door signaled someone's arrival.
Looking up, you were met with the sight of Heeseung standing across the store, his gaze fixed on you. It felt like deja vu, reminiscent of the first time you laid eyes on him. Your throat went dry, memories of Jiho's words echoing in your mind: "He probably doesnât even like you." Anxious, you bit your lip as Heeseung approached.
"Can we talk outside?" Heeseung's voice broke through the tension. With a quiet nod, you followed him out of the store.
"YN, what's going on?" Heeseung's concern was evident as he confronted you, hoping you would answer honestly.
"Heeseung, it's nothing," you lied
"It's not nothing," Heeseung persisted, his tone firm.
"Okay, fine, I'll tell you. I fell in love with you, but then Jiho made me doubt everything. I thought you probably didnât even like me, maybe you liked Karina instead. What was the point of being with you if I'm only going to hurt myself?" The words spilled out in a rush, leaving you empty.. Heeseung froze at your confession, disbelief in his expression.
"You like me?" Heeseung's eyebrow arched in surprise.
"I know you don't like meâ" Before you could finish, Heeseung silenced you with a soft kiss. His lips were soft and perfect.You felt his fingers sliding into your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. Your lips were moving in sync, in the same passion, kissing each other back. You felt his fingers intertwined with yours, drawing soft circles on the back of your hand.
Pulling away, breathless, you attempted to speak, but Heeseung beat you to it. "I like you a lot, YN. I was in denial of my feelings for months, but I realized I was actually in love with you." You widen your eyes at his confession
"Heeseung, you're not lying, right?" suspicion tinged your words.
"Do you think I would ever lie to you?" Heeseung chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear, a gesture that he would always doneÂ
"No, but it all seems non-real," you confessed.
Heeseung's laughter, the sound you cherished the most, filled the air. "Then, will you be my real girlfriend, YN LN?"
"Of course, any day I'll choose you," you smiled, leaning in for another kiss.Â
MONTHS HAD PASSED and you found yourself in a state of bliss you never imagined possible. Seated on the rooftop with Heeseung, your fingers intertwined, you gazed out into the view before you, the cool breeze enveloping you in a sense of serenity.
"Look how far we've come," you remarked, a smile gracing your lips as you watched Heeseung absentmindedly draw small patterns on your palm.
"Yeah," Heeseung nodded, his touch gentle and comforting.
"I love you, Heeseung," you whispered softly, your words carrying the weight of your affection.
"I love you more," Heeseung replied in a tender whisper, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as he leaned in to press a series of delicate kisses along its curve.
"Heeseung, that tickles!" you laughed, squirming slightly at the sensation.
"This is your punishment for getting a 60% on the exam," Heeseung teased, his tone playful yet teasing.
"Hey, I'm not some nerd like you!" you retorted, playfully poking his side.
"Nerd?" Heeseung chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"A cute nerd," you amended with a grin, your heart swelling with affection.
"And you're my cute princess," Heeseung declared, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your lips, his love for you shining brightly in his eyes. You truly were in love with Heeseung, and you werenât going to deny it.
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â out of this world (and into another) : genshin impact
premise: you could've sworn the transmigration curse didn't have an effect on you... so what exactly are you doing here?! (alternatively, you tumble straight into your favorite video game; and you're kinda fucked)
...or, a genshin manhwa otome game inspired au.
act i: scaramouche, alhaitham, wriothesley.
âł act ii: lyney, neuvilette, kazuha, kaeya. (next)
warnings. fem!reader but can be imagined as genderless if u'd like hehe, a shit ton of manhwa tropes in one, this is a hot mess aka not proofread all that much, half clunky half decent writing
a/n: as promised via the poll heh,, while i do plan to make this an actual au, im not that sure ^^; just the tip of the iceberg here tho!!
MAIN MASTERLIST | AU MASTERLIST (coming soon)
YOU â unsuspecting civilian turnt transmigrator
you've always been too attached to fictional characters for your own good.
yes, even the ones that are remarkably irredeemable (the power of a backstory is very formidable) and complex (complexity is a virtue!)
villains have always been destined to die, be cursed, or destined to curse others. it was heartbreaking, really. you've wished for a chance to rewrite their fates for them to find even a sliver of happiness, even when the fate of their plot says otherwise.
which is why when you find yourself awake into the game of your dreams, âTeyvat's Seven Starsâ, like any lover of cliche novel and manhwa tropes, this is the time you think that maybe life wasn't so shitty on you.
....there's only one tiny, teensy, itty bitty problem here, actually.
you're not the protagonist. you're not even one of the protagonist's faithful friends and underlings that light protagonist's road to conquering the world and its men (and as of the 4.0 update, it's women); no, you're none of those.
you're a no name extra, and not to mention, a character involved with the game's main villain characters who are coincidentally the love interests of the game's black route!
[ unlock transmigration package: ultimate transmigrator's route ( ????? MODE ) ]
[ no ] [ yes ]
( ĺ˝ĺ´Š ) SCARAMOUCHE â the tyrant
âas of today, you will be engaged to crown prince kunikuzushi, who is her grace the shogun's rightful heir to the throne.â
when given approval to stare at your so-called soon to be husband, you expect the worst, mostly. the multitudes of character dialogue you've played through detailing his rather discourteous personality (which basically meant he was a huge asshole) don't exactly paint a pretty picture.
however...
who was this tender hearted looking scaramouche that âobliterated armies in the blink of an eye?â the t in tyrant stands for tyrannical, not timid!
eyes like lighting framed by the longest eyelashes you've ever seen and an unfairly pretty face, comparable to a fair lotus. after fawning over his otherworldly countenance, a sinking realization of dread pools in your stomach.
oh, you are so screwed.
essentially tied to the indigo-haired ticking time bomb of a future tyrant due to the strong standing of your family for a period of until the main story starts, you're destined to never get crown prince scaramouche's affection, being his fiancĂŠe who scaramouche is arranged to for political means only.
not to mention, you're in an even more deadly position; of all the characters you switched souls with, it's the one that essentially dies by their own fiancĂŠ's hand because they were horrible to him! what atrocious luck!
frantic, you wrack up about three ways to survive.
plan a) win over the shogun's favor by being an appropriate partner unlike the original flavor of this body, who resorted to bullying the innocent prince and unknowingly digging their own grave or b) be a guiding friend to scaramouche as he learns the ways of the world and c) make sure you don't end up giving the protagonist a bad ending via his twisted personality.
weighing all these options, you decide to do all three in hopes to cement a life instead of a deathflag. prevention is better than the cure (aka: the protagonist) after all!
(you may also just want to spend time with your favorite character. having a time limit and a sign that says âi'll die in the future!â should at least warrant you extra time to show some affection to scaramouche, at least.)
so, you do what anyone in your position would do: give affection! lots of it.
admittedly, it wasn't all flowers and rainbows. scaramoucheâahem, kunikuzushiâwas very shy and reserved indeed, with his mother ei even worse off! (besides, who trains and studies all day and has to stop crying every time they were injured?! that was just too much!)
it was rather hard at first, the frigid atmosphere of the usually silent Tenshukaku Palace almost impossible to permeate. but with your amazing charm (read: deathflag radar) and social skills, you manage to let the members of the Royal family open up to you.
speaking words of praise in ei's cooking (a very difficult feat to accomplish), spending afternoons with your fiancĂŠ and teaching him âhow to be a shoujo worthy male lead, name-versionâ (very confusing to explain), and the cherry on top, driving away that vile teacher of hisâthe Doctorâonce word got out that he'd been taking advantage of scaramouche as a political puppet king in the future. trauma enabler destroyed! look at your immeasurable powers!
(âyou're not a failure.â clasping kunikuzushi's hands in yours as he reels back from you. damn that doctor.
his tears shot a wave of heartache through you. you can't bear to see your favorite in such suffering. âwhatever happens in the future, i won't abandon you.
no matter what, i'll always be on your side, okay?â
kunikuzushi looks at you with something in his eyesâsomething like adoration. âdo you promise that?â
âyeah.â you say without hesitation, the glow of the sunlight hitting your face so dazzlingly that kunikuzushi's eyes widen that his mouth hangs agape in awe. âi promise, kuni.â)
to your greatest delight, your efforts worked in your favor.
ei now spends time with her son, and though it's almost always just a tad bit awkward, you and the guuji yae miko get the two to strike up conversation, and overtime, kunikuzushi becomes more open to you.
(â[name], what kind of man is your type?â
âhuh? well...â you think for a while. this was a great opportunity to say it, right? that life changing protagonist quote!
âto me, the only person i'll ever like the most is you, kunikuzushi.â
âdo you really, really mean that?â and oh, he looks so cuteâflustered and red from your words. worth it.
âyup! now, i made some shimi chazuke, try someââ)
(admittedly, lots of favoritism is involved.)
âand while you reap the fruits of your hard work, you spend warm, sunlit afternoons with ei at tea, even learning about other nations from scaramouche's aunt nahida and even befriended a few of his future affiliatesâchilde (though for some reason, kunikuzushi always pulls you away from him whenever he spots the two of you together), signora (she tolerates you, you think) and etcetera.
(âthen, if i do well, can you kiss me on the cheek, [name]?â
you agree, much to his delight. scaramouche avoids the gaze of a certain pink haired fox eyeing him questionably. unbeknownst to you, he glares at the woman's scrutiny.)
unprecedented things unrelated to the plot happen too; like how your family, which basically only saw you as a political bargaining chip and an unwanted child they could get rid of easilyâno longer sent you any demeaning letters demanding money once scaramouche found out....
(âthey've been leeching off of you for how long?â so scary... is this was kunikuzushi is like when he's worried?)
(â...kunikuzushi, how long will you keep up that weak-hearted facade of yours? if they find out how.... dishonest you are....â
âi don't need the reminders of a foxy old hag that doesn't know her place. this is fine as it is.â)
(you don't need to know.)
but, you're nothing compared to the inevitable flow of the plot. inazuma is wracked with war, and it just so happened that you'd been unceremoniously kidnapped by a certain resistance leader's trusted general, used as a hostage bargain for approximately the majority of your life. in the worst moments in your dreary cell, there's only one thought in your mind.
....kunikuzushi's face, devastated when he tries to reach for you, before slipping away from him like sandâ face morphing into an unbridled state of rage that's too natural, too familiar. when did he learn to make a face like that?
(they say the kingdom was wracked with thunderstorms all night that day.)
afterwards, fate doesn't make it kind for you.
years go by in the blink of an eye, with your capture fervently forgotten in the midst of the growing animosity of the two conflicting forces.
although you did hear that yae sent out a search party for you while at the resistance's base, the shogun's forces never reached you.
eventually, you got released secretly by sympathy of kokomi, the leader of the resistance, who felt pity for you getting caught in the crossfire. letting you go under the condition that you'd likely never meet any of the precious characters you've gotten to know and change was a heavy price to pay, but you didn't have any choice.
indeed, no matter how much you tried to divert the plot, your duty as an extra has ended, and you were even lucky to even be alive. you could only hope that your fiancĂŠâex-fiancĂŠâtook note of your lessons well, bidding farewell to inazuma as you hop on the boat to mondsdat.
by now, you at least hoped that scaramouche and the protagonist met, his true chance at happiness starting now that you were basically dead.
(even if your heart felt like breaking into a million pieces.)
....is what you thought would happen, but why is it that after three years from your supposed capture, inazuma was still at war?
âthat crazy prince... he's still working to find his former fiancĂŠe... and he's razing almost every village apart looking for them!â
ââdidn't the shogunate say that whoever finds her would receive almost 3 million mora?â
âthe entire lot of them are lunatics, i tell you. all because of a missing person, too!â
what's more, why was it still going because of you?!
( čžĺ°ćľˇćŁŽ ) AL-HAITHAM: the information guild master
to be fair, normal people don't really run into one of their favorite characters often after transmigrating.
but to be fair, again, you certainly didn't think you'd actually be in your favorite video game franchise caged in bed with essentially one of its main love interests.
eyes wide and unceremoniously lookingâdefinitely not oglingâ at the toned body that's currently enveloping you in its arms, the soft tuft of ashy gray hair caressing the crook of your neck, murmuring incoherent mumbles ofâis that another language?
???????
you blink, looking down at the bare body currently embracing you. oh. oh.
you're an extra.
you're just an extra, but why are you in bed, currently being served breakfast by the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on, with a pretty view of the rainforests' canopy?
âyou should lie down. if i recall, sufficient sleep is required in order for the human body to perform its basic bodily functions. although our partnership is temporary, to let you fall to harm is a situation i'd like to avoid as much as possible.â
â....what?â
â...?â
the guild master, al-haitham, is a character in Teyvat's Seven Stars that is heavily debated on whether he's technically a villain or not. in the game, he's the right hand of sumeru's leader, nahida, working as the overseer of the AKASHA, a guild that gathers information to the nation's leader. he's a pretty shady characterâalways working behind the scenes and very unfalteringly bluntâand a âvillainâ for crown prince scaramouche's route, helping the protagonist escape his clutches.
he's often the subject of comedic ire, his banters with a certain broke architect always the highlight of any bonafide al-haitham fan.
âwe're expected to work together by lord kusanali's decree in the duration of investigating the hivemind project the lord suspects the baron siraj is partaking in.â
right, that one scene in the game where al-haitham needed to go undercover to infiltrate a coup de etat staged by one of the factions against nahida... right... what.
you were that extra! the one that fell in love with him and pined for his affection!
(âwell, i get that part, but does sleeping together really have to play a part in this...?â
al-haitham gives you a mere quirk of the lip, tilting his head. âwe do have to play the part of a married couple in dire straights, do we not? this cover is more efficient.
...besides, i don't have anything to complain about. you're certainly better company than kaveh.â )
in truth, al-haitham wasn't bad company. far from it. aside from the internal giggling and fangirling (you) and the incredible stack of books (alhaitham) that you have to see more than the grey haired man on a daily basis, the two of you work out a rapport that stems from memories of the body you transmigrated in.
he's nice to be around, surprisingly considerate when he wants to beâhe tells you about the books he always reads....
(who even reads â20 Tongues Language Memorization Guidebook: A Basic Overview of Vocabulary and Termsâ for enjoyment?
the content makes your head run in circles because of how complicated it is; but who wouldn't like to listen to an extremely attractive man overexplain to you with a calm and pretty voice?)
...is generous enough to provide meals and cook dinners that have you crying tears of gratitude because you know how awful yours compares (it was either too bland or too seasoned; al-haitham is surprisingly picky when he wants to be)
(you assigned al-haitham the title of âabsolute s-tier husband materialââ his capabilities are out of this world!)
by chance, you once gave al-haitham a little tidbit of information that proved to be valuable later in the investigationâcourtesy of your avid game knowledgeâwhen you two had been lost to the psychological illusion magic cast by siraj when you two finally broke in his estate.
(âwhatever happens, if siraj messes with your mind, just make sure to think of me instead of anything else.â al-haitham lets his hand find yours.
âyou once asked me if i trusted you, [name].â
â....â you're treated to one of al-haitham's rare smiles, one that warms you up from within. âi do. so don't let yourself get hurt.â)
however, your temporary partner had faltered for once, flinching when siraj took the form of his old grandmother who'd passed to exploit al-haitham's mind, hesitating and frozen in place while siraj inched ever closer to finding out his weakness.
and you couldn't stand it, the character you cared forâthe al-haitham that always had a plan, always knew how to stay calm, had looked so unsure and hopeless.
(âwake up, al-haitham!â
with you cradling his face, al-haitham stares back at the only constant in the memories of his grief, eyes meeting yours. âyou don't have to do it all alone. i'm right here, aren't i? believe in me.â)
your (fake) husband snaps back to reality, finally allowing enough time to apprehend siraj and put a stop to his malicious project.
(âthank you.â al-haitham tells you solemnly. it hits you that this may be the last time you may ever see him. âi'm grateful that you brought me back to yâ to my senses.â
there's a sincerity in your voice that rings from your heart. âanytime, al-haitham.â)
you thought that was the end of it.
defeating siraj meant you two no longer had to associate with each other, but somehow, to your great surprise, al-haitham doesn't stick to the plot at all. you were sure you didn't interfere with the game, though?
for some reason, al-haitham doesn't erase himself from your life, unlike the original route's flow.
in fact, he's become... easy to run into, a constant in your otherwise mundane life. he takes you out to lambad's tavern for an occasional drink, says he's lending you his headphones when you find yourself overwhelmed by the city (you were never good with noises) and even helps you out as you vent your problems to him.
(the day after, said problem conveniently disappears. how strange....)
and most of all, allowing you to enter his personal space... leaving kaveh's jaw dropping when he accuses al-haitham of having a lover.
âyou're always going who knows where with them! what else is there to figure out?â
â...we are merely friends.â
âa friend that you let into your personal library? do they know that you still keep the âfakeâ ring in a box inside the closet?â kaveh laughs. ânice try, al-haitham.â
(after all, kaveh could never unsee the way al-haitham's eyes softened at the feeling of the head on his shoulder lean onto him, with you no doubt asleep. he even took his headphones off! kaveh has never seen him actually take them off in order to keep the person who's sleeping on his shoulder as undisturbed as possible.
in fact, kaveh doesn't think he's ever seen al-haitham be this touchy or considerate with anyone this much before.
.....and most importantly, kaveh would never forget the way al-haitham, a man who found no merit in politeness and preferred bluntness, a man who preferred solitude rather than companyâdeliberately getting close to someoneâpressing a fleeting kiss on the crown of your head.
kaveh blinks. it seems even the throes of love can reach even the most unconquerable of peaks....)
( čąćŹ§ćŻĺŠ ) WRIOTHESLEY â the monster duke of the north
ââi need you to gather information on duke wriothesley. serve him undercover as one of the prisoners of the fortress.â
the duke of meropideâa man swamped with terrible rumors. they say he was exiled from the nation due to murdering his entire family. they say he possessed a face worthy of the title of a beastâ grotesque, littered in scars. they say that any who end up in his estate, the iron prison of the north, meropide, never saw the light of day again.
(âonly criminals of the worst kind are fated to be sentenced there. nobody returns, so we've stopped questioning it...â )
so to say you're not fearing for your life that bad right now is a massive understatement.
ânow, mind telling me how you were able to sneak into the most impenetrable prison in all the land, miss prisoner?â
how did it end up like this?
so you wake up and find yourself in jail. lovely.
seriously, of all the places you can transmigrate into, why did it have to be fontaine?! Teyvat's Seven Stars chapter 4's main starting point, the nation of justice is littered with dark themes and high difficulty capture targets.
.... such is the case with the man in front of you. unlike what the rumors of him say, duke wriothesley paints a rugged yet dashing picture of a nobleman, even if he was âif you recallâ one of the hardest capture targets to conquer in the game.
a villain character who you played once during one game route, acting as the driving force during one of the love events of one of the protagonist's other love interest, lyney. duke wriothesley almost assassinates lyney's younger brother, freminent, leading lyney to rally up a certain group to bring the nobleman down.... a typical side character villain, who's existence was added as late as 3 patches away from lyney's.
(even inazuma would be better than this! at least the tyrant route could be avoided, and let's not mention the easy sumeru route as well...)
âwell, miss prisoner, cat got your tongue?â
in summary: fortunately for you, the body you transmigrated is in the position to spy on the current affairs of the fortress of meropide, with courtesy and with permission of one of Fontaine's leaders, neuvillette. unfortunately for you, it seems our dear monsieur wasn't able to inform wriothesley beforehand, leading to the current situation.
aka, you're pressed dangerously close to wriothesley's chest, with a knife at his throat and his hands pinning you against the wall, noses almost touching. you're not sure if this is even the kind of tension that two people who are trying to kill each other are supposed to have...
(âi'm an ally!â you sputter out. wriothesley raises an eyebrow at you. âmonsieur neuvillette sent me.â
âhow am i supposed to trust you after i saw you slinking around here, knife at my throat?â he replies, eyes narrowing. âi know that i'm labelled as a beast, but i don't really know what came over that pretty little head of yours when trying to sneak into my chambers.â
what does he take you for?! â...are you accusing me of something indecent?!â
âjust saying â i've met lots of prisoners with your excuse, my lady.â
âi'm prepared to use this knife, you know.â
âhah.â wriothesley grins. âhow aggressive. more aggressive than most. do you want me that bad?â
âstop twisting my words!â)
in any case, you hate wriothesley. you know he's one of the characters in Teyvat's Seven Stars and is a villain for one of the easy love interest routes in the game, but his personality is... a real piece of work.
you'd rather the protective and kind kazuha, or even the charming and elusive lyney! why did it have to be him?
not only did he not believe you, he even told you to prove your authenticity! you're just glad that his assistant sigewinne had been there to vouch for you â you're not sure if you'd even be on your two feet right now if she didn't.
so now you're stuck constantly on your feet, running to and fro â helping the dark-haired man record new prisoners, establishing trading routes to the main city of Fontaine, and treating other prisoners of the fortress with sigewinne.
your biggest surprise by far, though, is just how... different the duke is from the rumors. his scars were merely battle scars of honor (to which sigewinne rolls her eyes, âyour grace, please stop trying to look coolâ) he got from various succession fights, not scars to show how he was cursed to turn into a beast. he has a love for tea, but always seems to have a cup of your favorite blend with him when you feel tired after a long day of working (laboring) for him and the estate.
(âyour daily report of new convicts, your grace.â
â-this is the tea you like, your grace. i've prepared it in advance.â
âyou're very adamant on proving yourself. aren't you sick of such tasks by now, miss prisoner?â
âno.â wriothesley's expression screams 'why not?' on it. â it's because of my own misjudgement of you.â
â...elaborate.â
âi may have had unnecessary prejudices on your conduct thus far. but you're... not like what the rumors paint you out to be.â you say sincerely. âyou're more amazing and incredible than anyone else. i truly do admire you.â
wriothesley's expression; you couldn't decipher it. âi see.â)
he's battered, but caring. sigewinne makes you watch (in horror) as she doodles cartoonish looking characters on his face when he's asleep â wriothesley never fusses, only an exasperated sigh to his assistant. he's harsh with his tasks and duties, but is the first to rush you into sigewinne's infirmary to tend to you after you pass out from overwork.
(âdon't worry, [name]. the duke may not look it, but he's very gentle!â sigewinne giggles. humoring the little girl who was the first to show you actual decency in this place, you try to nod. sigewinne doesn't seem convinced.
âi'm serious! after all, compared to other people who've snuck into the fortress, you're the first he's treated this way.â she says cheerily.
âwhat does that mean?â you can't help but scoff at that. âso he just works someone to the bone from the get go?â you shudder. damn production zone...
sigewinne blinks. â oh no, not like that. it's just that he's never been so lenient before. in fact, when you fainted, he even gave me the order to prioritize treating you over anything else.â)
well, this wasn't exactly what you thought you would be doing when you transmigrated into your favorite game, but you suppose you can take it.
besides, you'd miss a certain duke otherwise. life truly is full of strange twists....
a/n: thank you for making it this far! if anyone asks why wriothesley's was short, listen, this was completely impulsive and i was out of inspiration LOL, but i do hope you enjoy! look forward to new parts though hehe :3
@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.
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So I have a friend from high school who is a cop. (Yes, I KNOW.) I shared a photo on Facebook of a packed highway of people attempting to evacuate from Hurricane Milton, all while the lanes going in the opposite direction were open and empty. And my Facebook post was basically me screaming, âOpen the other side of the highway and reverse it so that people can GET OUT.â
His response was essentially, âYeah, that is *really* difficult for us to do.â Not in a condescending way, because he genuinely isnât a huge asshole. (Yes, I KNOW.)
And then I may have vented in my response, in which I tried not to imply that the police were a problem. Because to be honest, I donât see this as a police problem. I see this as how we have fucked ourselves as a nation by making ourselves so dependent on cars.
There is that poll on this site â or multiple polls, at this point â asking how long people can tolerate being in their cars. And the thing is, Americans (and Canadians as well, I am imagining) have almost no other options. We have to be used to spending a good 12 hours in a car without breaking a sweat. Everything in this country is built around being in a car. Thereâs a reason when you ask us how far away a place is from somewhere else, we normally give that distance in hours and not miles.
Air travel sucks. It sucks for a multitude of reasons â cost, the hassle of dealing with security, the time suck, etc. â and in an emergency, only a select few are going to be able to use it to get away from a hurricane. And thatâs one of the few disasters where air travel is an optional escape.
Train travel sucks. Amtrak is not something youâre gonna be complaining about if youâre trying to get away from whatever disaster you need to evacuate from. But next to so many other countries, Amtrak looks like weâve been receiving other countriesâs leftover railway systems from the 70s. It also doesnât go everywhere. I live in northeastern Pennsylvania near Scranton, which prides itself on its history in the train industry. We have a museum and everything. We have multiple things named after that museum, including the Steamtown marathon which is happening tomorrow.
Can you get on a passenger train in Scranton? Nope.
(The main argument against this always seems to be that people will come here from New York City and commit crimes, which is hilarious considering if somebody wanted to come here from New York City and commit crimes itâs only a 2.5-hour drive.)
Anyway, disasters.
If the only option youâre gonna give most people to get out of areas of Florida that are being targeted by hurricanes or areas of California that suffer from wildfires or places in the Midwest that face flooding are cars, then we need a better fucking emergency management system regarding transportation in this country. You canât just sit there and mock people for not evacuating because they canât or wonât when getting away from Milton meant sitting on highway for hours with absolutely no gas stations whatsoever nearby having any gas at all. (It just makes me think of those photos of people stranded on the highway in their cars in blizzards where people are like, âNow imagine imagine how bad it would be if all of those cars were electric!â Well, all of those cars in that photo in that blizzard run on gas and theyâre fucking stranded, sooooooo.)
Look, we can change the transportation system in this country. we did it before and we can do it again. We used to have more train options, fewer highways. My small hometown had a fucking trolley in the 40s. Now, if you donât have a car here, youâre stuck. You canât even get Uber here. if a wildfire started here and surrounded the town, it would be a clusterfuck.
Regardless of how you feel about the police, if police and fire departments in this country cannot organize an evacuation on a highway in a way that will reduce the backup so that tens of thousands of people arenât sitting in their cars when a hurricane hits, thatâs a problem â not just for those people, but for the police, and the fire department, and emergency management in general.
The people in charge of emergency management are just people, just human. Iâm researching the Camp Fire in 2018 right now, and you had a bunch of people calling 911 saying, âI can see a huge fire off to the east. Are we safe? Should we evacuate?â The 911 operators could only work off the information they had. They could have told people to evacuate earlier, but Cal Fire didnât anticipate the strength of the fire. Which is understandable. Nobody could anticipate the strength of that fire. But the 911 operators were sitting in an office with no windows, and they had no idea what was going on the east. They couldnât look out and see exactly what was happening. If they could have, they probably would have told people to leave as soon as possible much sooner than they were told to. Instead, they waited for official confirmation, and when they did start telling people to evacuate, traffic managed to back up in a small town of 25,000 people until many of them were trapped in an unimaginable hellscape.
When people need to evacuate from a disaster, and they stay instead, far too many people - including those in positions of power â just kind of wave their hands and say, âWell, we tried.â No, we didnât. This country made not trying its watchword, and now weâre at a point where unless you own a car, which is a luxury a lot of people cannot afford in this economy, escaping from disaster is impossible. So you can get in your car or somebody elseâs car and go sit on a highway and hope your gas doesnât run out, since none of the gas stations for 100 miles have any gas to give you, or you can stay in your house and hope you donât die.
Sometimes, I really wish somebody would make me the head of the department of transportation. I would demand an absurd amount of money to build a better train system, to provide better transportation options for smaller towns, to provide extensive training for rescue personnel in managing evacuations like the clusterfuck in Florida this week. I would become an absolute fucking nuisance to Congress. I would be asking for money left and right to make it so that our only options as Americans werenât to get into cars we can barely afford these days and attempt to organize our own evacuations from the growing number of natural disasters in this country.
Yâall keep posting these polls about how long you can tolerate being in a car at the same time that tens of thousands of Floridians were sitting on highways trying to get away from Tampa so they wouldnât die in a hurricane.
We can tolerate being in a car all goddamn day. Itâs because we donât have a fucking choice, even when itâs life or death.ďżź
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Oooooo carmy request: him being jealous of readers friendship w richie cos they re like buddys and he thinks she doesn't like him cos shes not like that w him
âyou realise what Carmy wants from you. fem, 1.4k
Richie isnât technically an upstanding citizen, but heâs a good guy.Â
âIâm telling you, sweetheart, you just need to be more aggressive.âÂ
Youâre sitting on a stool behind the counter filling the ketchup and mayonnaise bottles with the huge ones from the walk-in. Richie isnât doing much of anything, which is fine by you; heâs good entertainment for a shitty job.Â
âI donât want to be more aggressive, I want people to be nicer.âÂ
âWe donât get what we want,â he mutters.Â
You frown expressively. âAw, baby, we donât get what we want. You donât get what you want, huh?âÂ
âWhatâs your problem?â he asks, though he laughs brightly. âYouâre the fucking baby. Youâre not doing that right.âÂ
You point at your extremely slow drip of ketchup. âNo, you think? I know Iâm doing it wrong, Richie. Doing it right is a lot of arm effort. Have you seen my arms?âÂ
âYouâve got muscle.â Richie lifts your arm up by the wrist. âFlex. Flex your arm.âÂ
âIâm flexing. You canât see that?âÂ
âWhat are you guys doing?â Carmy asks.Â
He comes up behind Richie and theyâre almost twins. Not in appearance âCarmyâs lighter facially and broader physicallyâ but in stance, their mussed up aprons and the rags on their shoulders a uniform.Â
You flex. âWeight training.âÂ
Richie drops your arm. âIâm showing her how to fill the sauce bottles.âÂ
âAnd you didnât know how to do that?â Carmy asks you.Â
âIâm the one that taught Richie.â You absolutely didnât teach Richie how to do it, that much is obvious. Richie laughs heartily, and Carmy frowns, and you realise that Richie thinks youâre both laughing at Carmy, which isnât what was happening. Not totally.Â
Itâs hard to navigate The Beef without Mikey; Carmy is nothing like his brother, and Richieâs an asshole.Â
Carmy nods at you. Youâre worried his lip is gonna curl like it does when heâs mad and youâre gonna get told to do something youâre uninterested in, but itâs Richie who gets punished. âCan you finish Sydneyâs prep?âÂ
âWhy canât she do it?âÂ
âHer stomach thing. Itâs just onions.âÂ
Richie wants to argue, but canât. Heâs paid a wage to work. âFine. But tell Syd Iâm not her gopher.âÂ
Richie saunters away.Â
âHeâs not her gopher,â you tease when heâs out of earshot, to Carmyâs surprised delight. âGod, Carm, donât you know anything?âÂ
Your Richie impression isnât your best. Carmy must enjoy it, still smiling to himself as his attention is turned to the register, where he begins wiping down the keys.Â
âIs that really the way to do that?â he asks, gesturing to your sauce bottles.Â
Youâve turned the cap upside down, feeding sauce into the bottle one drip at a time. It would be quicker to remove the cap entirely and pour straight from the big bottle, but that sometimes requires three hands, the big jugs are that heavy.Â
âDespite what you might think, Carm, Iâve thought it through.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
You could get defensive. When Carmy first took over the restaurant, you thought, What the fuck, Mikey. Leave your shithole restaurant to your world class brother and get your entire roster of staff fired in one fell swoop. But Carmy never fired you, hasnât cut your hours, doesnât treat you like an asshole. He is a jerk, that much is certain during busy dinner service, but he has yet to take it too far. (Ish.)
So you wonât defend your laziness, or expect him to like it. You get up from your stool and turn the cap right side up, tapping whatâs yet to drip through the spout into the bottle. You set the cap aside, and you uncap the big ketchup to decant sauce until the bottle is full.Â
Carmy glances at you from the corner of your eye. He looks at you, looks away again.Â
You think he might like you. In the donât have a choice, grown on him like moss way. He gets cagey when you and Richie are having fun, and he stares altogether too much, but he can be pretty when heâs smiling (or really yelling) and he has nice hands, and nice arms. He has a nice way of saying things. You donât mind his attention.
There have been worse bosses to want to push you up against a wall.Â
Not that you think Carmy could. He whines like a bitch at you for stupid shit, but Carmen Berzatto shoving you into a wall for a rough kiss? Thatâs never gonna happen.Â
And yet⌠his frown tells a different story.Â
âWhy do you get so weird about me and Richie?â you ask.Â
âI donât get weird about you and Richie.âÂ
You open the mayonnaise bottle and set the cap aside. âHeâs nicer than you think.âÂ
âYeah?â He sounds vaguely depressed, which isnât uncharacteristic. Seriousness colours his voice with a strange charm. âIâll take your word for it.âÂ
âHe is, he makes me laugh. He makes sure I eat, he shouts at guys when theyâre mean to me.âÂ
âWhoâs mean to you?âÂ
âCarmy.â You give up on the mayonnaise and wipe your hands down your apron, to his ire. Youâd prefer not to smell like egg and oil during this conversation, but itâs better than smelling like burnt chicken, sort of. âRichieâs a nice guy, whether you agree or not.âÂ
âThatâs great, Iâm glad heâs so nice to you.â He sounds angry now, but heâs stuck as you are âwalking away is losing.Â
You really donât get it. âIs he not supposed to be nice to me?â you ask.Â
âHe can do what he wants. You can do what you want.â
You laugh, and hope to diffuse the situation with a joke, âOkay, thanks for your permission, Chef.âÂ
âFuck off.âÂ
He sounds less tense, but not fixed. And you might find it harder to keep up with him, constantly wanting to impress him, knowing you canât, but youâre not out of touch. You arenât a huge dick.Â
Carmy beats you to it. âI was kidding, about the bottles. You can do it how you want.âÂ
âI wasnât offended.âÂ
âBut you donâtâ with Richie, youâ I donât know what Iâm doing wrong with you.âÂ
You look him up and down, lengths of his arms, tattoos and the cut over his elbow. His clean t-shirt, his neck, the strong line of his nose and his bright eyes.Â
âYouâre not doing anything wrong,â you say, smiling at him, knowing your expression says lots of weird stuff.Â
Working here in the kitchen makes a busy atmosphere normal. Richieâs telling a story at the top of his lungs, Angelâs swearing about a dropped plate, knives scratch on boards and ovens hum. Being overwhelmed is something youâre good at, and big feelings donât scare you.Â
âYouâre jealous of Richie?â you ask, playfully pitying. âGet it together.âÂ
âFuck off,â he says again.Â
âSeriously? Richie Jerimovich. Heâs telling Tina a story right now about how the last date he went on ended with her asking if heâd ever been abducted by aliens.âÂ
âIâm not jealous of Richie.âÂ
âNo, I donât think you are,â you say, taking a step too close, and refusing to take the step back.Â
Carmy doesnât look mad anymore.Â
You wonder if anybodyâs ever held his hand. You used to think he mustâve had a ton of girlfriends, he got so famous everywhere he went, but⌠He looks like heâs never been this close to someone before. Like youâre making him nervous.Â
âMe and Richie are friends,â you say quietly. âIs that what you want us to be?âÂ
His hand twitches at his side.Â
âThere, cousin, I cut the fucking onions. You happy?â Richie asks, and laughs as he steps back out to the front of house, unaware of the tension. âThatâd be the day, right?âÂ
âYes, Richie, Iâm happy you did your job. Thank you.âÂ
âWas that hard for you, baby?â you ask Richie with a pout. âHere, let me kiss your poor hands.âÂ
Richie gives you the bird with both of them.Â
You look to Carmy. Making fun of Richie together isnât quite as good as holding hands, but you hope itâs a start.Â
Carmy catches on, canât hide his grin, âThereâs tylenol in the office if you need it, cousin.â Â
âAre your wrists feeling tender?â you prompt. âOr is that motion one youâre used to?âÂ
Carmy laughs and the sound takes on the shape of his smile, nearly giddy.Â
âFuck both of you.âÂ
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ur opinion on katsuki playing the big tough âbullyâ then being a panting perv with the chubby girl in his class??
like heâs so mean and cold to her but heâs locked up in his room sniffing her gum shorts he stole on the verge of tears while jacking off
he calls you gross and other mean things his crude mouth can spew. it's almost breathing fire from how his words burn your skin from hearing his daily torment but alas, bakugo's a huge hypocrite.
katsuki could produce such copious amounts of his sweat and one mistake in activating his quirk he would blow up his room. he's angry. the veins in his body bulge while sweat drips in his forehead. the sweet scent of caramel is wafting in the confines in his room. the hem of his shirt tucked between his teeth. his short pulled down below his knees and boxers lowered, enough to grab his aching cock in his hand. pumping furiously at the thought of you.
funny how he calls you gross and yet, here he is. disgustingly masturbating with your gym shorts in his left hand and the other palming his spit-lubed cock. he imagines you beneath him. begging and moaning for him to take you. watch as you cry from how good he was fucking you. gag as you envelop your warm mouth over his thick cock. choking as he shoves your head deeper and swallow his cum down in your throat and you would spread your hole. asking him desperately to use you.
k-katsuki!
his eyes widens. a sudden flash of your face in his brain while you call his name. his adorable, chubby classmate all on her glory for him. he bites his moan. stifled with his shirt in his teeth and his nose flared from the heady scent of your shorts. drenched in earlier's gym class.
his cock throbs with every stroke. closing his eyes in a manner to fully picture you naked while he jerks. hips stuttering and shoving his cock deeper in his fist as the muscles in his abdomen contracts and his balls is heavy. preparing for release.
katsuki blinks, tears clumping in his lashes while he think of you. his teeth marking the soft expanse of your skin so everyone will know you belong to him. his tongue wide and long enough to put it in your tight, little hole. twitching at his tongue wiggling inside you. you would grind your pussy in his face and katsuki would inhale your scent. burning in his memory and he'll fold you in half. bend you in positions that you didn't know and he'll rut deep inside you like there's no tomorrow.
he came bursting in his hands. shooting loads of the white color of his own release and when the temporary bliss passes away. katsuki in his bed covered with his own shame. dripping in his fist and staining his black shirt.
katsuki curses. he knows how his actions contradict what he really says to you and you probably hate him. who wouldn't? he's the resident asshole. a bully who likes to torment the weak like you.
you're only the weak person he likes and he would act as your protector. the strong and the brave with a barbed tongue. reeling from his post-orgasm state, katsuki imagines that with every insult he says to you, you're dripping wet. he would laugh at you and tell how filthy you are.
such thoughts this late and it's already past his bedtime. bakugo shakes his head to remove the thoughts of you plaguing him. you tormented him enough for this night and he have problems to take care of. cleaning his shame and returning your gym shorts he stole before you notice it's gone from the laundry room.
bakugo wistfully wishes that whatever he desired for tonight will come true.
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Training
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gf!reader
Word Count: 600
Warnings: simon being slutty n walking around in grey sweatpants, playfighting, minor smut, mentions to sex
Summary: Simon teaches you to fight.
After the attack on you, Simon became panicked.Â
The more he loved you, the more people would use you as his weakness. He knew one thing.Â
He wouldnât always be there to protect you.Â
So you would have to know how to protect yourself.Â
So there he was. Moving the sofa in your shared apartment, creating a bit of space. He laid down a throw blanket. It was small, but it would work. He was shirtless, in just his grey sweatpants.Â
You, however, stood off to the side, watching him move your pullout sofa with little effort. You take a deep breath as he calls you into the makeshift fighting ring.
âOkay, lovie,â he starts. âHit me. As harâ as you can.â
You throw a weak punch at his chest. He doesnât even blink.Â
âLovie, what the absolute fuck was âat?â
âA punchâŚâ
âLovie, âat wasnât even a poke. Try again.â
You hit him again, a bit harder. His chest is like a rock. You pull your hand back after the impact, wincing as your first stings. âOw! Youâre like wood! Thatâs not fair!â
âYer doing everythinâ wronâ.â
You pout at his words, âIâve never fought beforeâŚIâm justâŚI donât wanna do this anymore.â
He shakes his head, âToo bad. Lovie, âm doinâ this for you. Now, come on, Iâll show ya.â He fixes your posture, âKeep tension here. Pull your first back. Shift your weight onto this foot.â
You shift, âThis is hard.â
âLearn,â he puppets you, throwing a faux punch with your hand. âLike that.âÂ
You throw a better punch, finally making him stumble. Just slightly.Â
âThat was better. Again.â
He teaches you numerous kicks, punches, and even a way to hold a person and put pressure on their neck. He tells you to demonstrate, to hit him, but your eyes are focused on something else.Â
His abs.
His arms look so good, so huge. His abs glisten with the smallest amount of sweat. He looks so good.
âLovie,â he snaps in front of your face. âOi. Focus.â
Your eyes snap up to his, âYouâre distracting me.âÂ
âAm I?â he flexes.Â
You gasp, âAsshole.â
He smiles, âDeal with iâ. Now come on, we have work to do.â
âFine,â You strip off your shirt, your bra hugging your tits. âLetâs go.â
His eyes lock on your tits.Â
You chuckle, snapping your fingers in front of his face, mocking him. âLovie, my eyes are up here.â
âFuck this,â he tackles you onto your couch, pressing his lips to your exposed skin.Â
***
âOkay,â Simon says, putting your ear protectors on. âAll good?â
You give him a thumbs up. He presses his front into your back, puppeting you. He aims the gun into your hand at the target.Â
âOkay, shoot.âÂ
The shot echoes off the walls of the shooting range. Your bullet hits the dummyâs shoulder.Â
âNice! âAts not bad, lovie!â Simon smiles wide, kissing your temple. âAgain.â
You shoot again. It hits the left pec. Another kiss.Â
Another shot. Hits the neck. Another kiss.Â
Simon lets you practise for another 10 minutes. He feels proud. Too proud. âLovie?â
You stop. âHmm?â
âYouâre great. Can we go home now, hmm?âÂ
âOkay,â you smile, taking off the protectors. âThanks for teaching me this.â
âAfter what happened, Iâd be a fool not to,â he kisses you. âYer my whole life.â
He presses himself into you.Â
âNow, weâve got a little problem. Yer solving it in the car. Letâs go. Legs spread.â
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âË⥠where do broken hearts go?, matt sturniolo
matt sturniolo x fem!reader
synopsis. in which matt feels like you arenât considering his feelings and not putting as much effort into your relationship as he is, so he brings it up to you which results in conflict but was quick to be resolved.
warnings. angst. crying, resolved angst, arguing, mattâs lowkey mean in this.
word count.
you and matt had never had an argument as big as this. yous had had small disagreements and quarrels, which were solved in minutes. never huge fights. never the way it is going on right now.
you both had been trying to juggle your lives also while trying to maintain a happy, healthy relationship. which isnât easy. with that, you were both on the brink of breaking down any moment now. but instead of that, your emotions turned into a big fight. not a good one.
today, you werenât working in the office and matt wasnt out filming with his brothers. he wasnât in the best of moods right now, you were too in your head. the perfect cause of a disaster. throughout the whole day, small things kept on building and building until everything went down hill after dinner.
you had been washing you and mattâs dishes, he cleaning up all the other little things. when he had made a snarky comment about how good of a sight it was seeing you finally cleaning up, had made you snap.
you had been moaning about it for a good hour, screaming at one another in the kitchen attempting to get your feelings out some sort of way.
âi just donât fucking get it sometimes,â matt spat at you, âitâs like all you care and think about is yourself.â
âwhat?! what the fuck are you even saying?!â you yelled, the anger that had slightly died down was rising straight back up.
âyou are the most narcissistic, self-centred, most selfish person i have ever met,â matt said through gritted teeth, âyou never think about me. you donât care about anyone but yourself.â
he took a step closer to you as you slammed the dish you were cleaning down, âyouâre the one thatâs inconsiderate, not meâ he says.
âare you fucking kidding me? donât talk to me like that ever again, asshole!â you said squinting your eyes at him.
a bitter laugh left mattâs lips, walking right up to you and looking down at you, âiâll say whatever i want, sweetheart. because for once iâve reached a fucking breaking point.â
âleave then. fucking leave then, if this is such a problem!â you yell in his face.
you were telling him to leave but this was his house that he shared with his two brothers. nick and chris.
âthis is my fucking house. but i will leave!â matt yelled back, âmaybe i will just leave and you can spend the rest of your life being the most inconsiderate, selfish jackass on the planet! maybe ill just go find someone who actually values me!â
âare you kidding me right now? are you implying that youâve been fucking cheating on me?!â you raise your voice in disbelief.
matt hadnât cheated on you. you just took his words the wrong way.
âno! it was hypothetical! if youâd let me finish, youâd know that!â matt snapped back, âi wouldnât cheat on you, i love you!â
you were taken aback by his statement, âwell, the things youâre fucking saying to me right now donât scream âi love youâ very much!â
âi do love you!â matt snapped, âbut god! why are you so selfish, so egotistical, and so inconsiderate! how many times do i have to say it for it to go through your thick, stubborn skull?!â
you scoff, âiâm egotistical? youâre the one that thinks youâre better than everyone else because you make a bag off making shit youtube videos! you constantly think youâre one better than everyone else, matt!â
âi donât think im better than everyone else! im proud of my work, what the fuck is wrong with that?! iâm proud that i was able to take my passion and make myself a career out of it! i get to play my favourite games and do what i love for a living and have it supported me all while i provide for you too? how is many of that wrong?!â
you furrow your brows at the last part of his sentence, âyou provide for me? iâve got my own job, that i got by myself! i donât need your fucking money.â
âyou live in my house! i pay the bills. you canât even provide for yourself when you make chump change in a month!â matt was absolutely fuming at this point, taking another step towards you.
you felt hurt at what he said, but you didnât let it affect the way you presented yourself, âwhat?! are you fucking kidding me right now? youâre the biggest shit talker and dick head iâve ever met!â
âno, the biggest dick head youâve ever met is you! you, with youâre self-righteous ego and narcissistic thought process! iâve met so many assholes in my life, but no one has even come close to how much of a jerk you are!â matt spat, âiâve put so many hours into this relationship. iâve given you everything just for you to come back and act like i donât care about you, and call me the dickhead?â
you sigh as you think about how much stuff you have to have done by tomorrow, âmatt, i donât have time for this right now!â
âoh, no! i think we have plenty of time for this!â matt said as he slammed his palms on the counter, âwe arenât leaving this kitchen until you can look at me and tell me you truly love me, and that youâre sorry for all the bullshit youâve been saying!â
you stared in disbelief at what was coming out of his mouth right now, âbullshit iâve been saying?! youâve said so much worse than i have, so if itâs anyone that needs an apology itâs me! but iâm not fucking pathetic enough to beg someone for some half-assed apology!â
âbullshit? iâve been telling the truth this whole entire time!â matt said, you are selfish, you are inconsiderate, you are narcissistic. everything iâve said is true! and donât worry, sweetheart. you wouldnât have to beg me for an apology from me, iâd refuse to give you one, just as youâve been doing to me this entire time!â
you felt sick to your stomach from what matt was letting fall off his tongue like venom, âwhy are you with me then?! and done even say âitâs because i love youâ because thatâs bullshit, because you donât. if you did you wouldnât say this whether itâs true or not!â
âi do love you! i love you so fucking much, you donât even know!â the anger on mattâs face soon gave way to sadness, âiâm just sick of your disregarding my feelings. iâm sick of you being so careless about how i feel or what i want. iâm sick of feeling like the only one thatâs pouring my all into this relationship. iâm just tired⌠it hurts⌠it hurts me that you never even give me a second thought, even though i have you on my mind at all times.â
âthatâs not true at all matt! i do put my all into this relationship and i will give it my last no matter what. i love you more than i can even describe so donât even fucking doubt that! and give me two times i disregarded your feelings, because i dont!â
âevery time i ask you to make dinner so i can do some planning when i come home from filming, you donât do it! you just brush me off and say youâre too busy or tired! or what about the times i have to beg you to give me some time alone, that i havenât gotten any privacy in forever. yet you still barge right in when i shut the door and you just start yapping to me!â
âmatt youâre not the only one with problems, you know! and i do make us dinner and when i do barge in thereâs always a good reason, so donât even start that!â you spit.
âyes i know that! and i try to help you with your problems when you talk to me about them! but when i come to you with how i feel, you just say youâre too busy to listen to me and that weâll talk later. but we never do!â matt speaks.
âbecause when later comes, i always find out that youâre at parties posting up with a bunch of girls. or youâre sitting in a car with nick and chris!â you let roll off your tongue.
âiâd have time for you if you werenât such a cold, detached person!â matt fires back, âand iâm not âsitting in a carâ with nick and chris! weâre working!â
âdonât you ever just think, oh iâm actually in a really good work position compared to other people. because i donât know if youâve realised but you donât need to deal with people constantly blaming you for everything in work because youâre the youngest and easiest to blame and degrade! that is why im always so busy and tired, im constantly cleaning up the shit that you leaving lying about while also juggling my paperwork that i have to do at home!â
âyeah, well you have no idea what itâs like to be a full-time youtuber!â matt said, âi have to keep my fans happy, make videos, do collabs with other creators, all while having my own life! and whenever i come home after being out all day, what do i come home to every time? you sitting on the sofa, on your phone, and not even thinking about what i might want or need after iâve been busting my ass all day!â
your jaw drops slightly with a puzzled expression on your face, âare you fucking with me? youâre not a child matt, you can do things on your own. just because iâm home before you sometimes does not mean i will be your slave! and if you do, fucking think again!â
âi donât want a slave! i want my girlfriend! i want someone who cares about me! i want the one i love to put me before anything else!â matt was getting agitated, his eyes starting to water.
âi do matt! i do put you before everything, i try my hardest! i ruin my own mental health for you!â you say with tears running down your face.
âit doesnât feel like you do!â matt said, âyouâre always so distant! youâre always so cold and you never show me any affection! and iâm not asking for much! a kiss every now and again would be nice! you donât even say you love me unless i say to first!â
you let out a sad sigh, âwhat do you mean? i kiss you every day! i say i love you all the fucking time!â
âyou never do it first though! iâm the only one that ever initiates anything! im the one that is always showing affection! the other day i just wanted a hug after filming and you gave me a one-armed side-hug!â
you rub your eyes out of exhaustion, âmatt, iâm tired!â
âiâm tired too!â matt snapped, his voice getting louder now, âim exhausted! im working my ass off to make us money and to make you happy and i get nothing but complaints and coldness in return!â
you whined before huffing out words, âiâm not complaining, youâre the only one complaining right now!â
âyes because you never listen to me!â matt nearly yelled, âim trying to tell you how i actually feel! im opening up and being completely vulnerable with you, you just shoot down every single thing i say! all i want is for you to care!â
âmatt i do! i care so fucking much it hurts. i love you more than anything! i left my life in florida to come and stay with you full-time because i knew you didnât want a long-distance relationship. so if thatâs not me considering your feelings then i donât know what is!â
âi never asked you to move here.â matt said through clenched teeth, âyes, i asked you to move in for the summer, and i get you had a shitty family, but you never had to transfer your job and move your entire life here! you never had to put yourself in a stressful and expressive situation, you did that yourself!â
âno i didnât! donât get me wrong i love being here with you, nick and chris. i fucking love it! but itâs really hard sometimes! and i get youâre going through hard times too with your family being in boston but you have open arms everywhere around LA, i donât, thatâs the difference! that is why im so cold and defensive sometimes! im scared to trust!â
âwhy canât you trust me?!â matt yelled, âyouâve lived here for a year now! iâve given you everything just for you to say that you donât trust me! after all iâve done for you, after all iâve given up to make you happy, i still get this kind of bullshit from you!â
you panicked since matt had took what you said the wrong way, âi didnât say that, baby! i said itâs hard for me to trust anyone other than you!â
âso what does that mean?â matt asked, âi donât deserve your trust? you donât trust me when i tell you i love you?â
âit means that iâm bottling everything up inside of me because i donât trust anyone else other than you because i donât want to put the stress onto you! i feel like you donât understand what im going through, which is totally fine, but you donât ever keep that in mind! yes, youâre going through a hard time too but i am too and you need to think about that when you say things to me. youâre not the only person fucking struggling!â
âno, i get that!â matt argued back, âweâre both going through stuff, but the difference is i make time for you! i make sure that your needs are still met when i have time! you on the other hand disregard my feelings and my wants! you never even try to understand my side, while im constantly trying to get you to understand! and now that iâve finally gotten you to listen, youâre still saying im wrong!â
âiâm sorry matt! i donât know what else you want from me, im falling apart over here!â
âi want you! i just want you to love me the way you say you do!â matt said, âi want you to show me, physically, that you care about me! i want you to show me that im a priority in your life, just like youâre a priority in mine!â
âi do care about you! i just go through rough patches where i donât realise that im not showing you how much i care and love you!â
âwhy not tell me when youâre going through rough patches? if youâre struggling, then why donât you tell me so i can be there for you! iâd never think of you any differently, iâd never think to call you selfish or inconsiderate! all you have to do is let me in!â matt exclaims with frustration.
âand thatâs one of the hardest things for me to do! it takes time to let people in when you grow up the way i did, when you were constantly told your feelings didnât matter and if you told people that you were struggling they would think differently of you! and iâm not saying all this for you to feel sorry for me, iâm saying this so you can try and understand it from my perspective.â you explain with tears rolling down your cheeks.
âi do understand! i do understand that youâve had a hard life and itâs hard to trust and open up, but im not asking you to tell me every single thing thatâs ever happened to you and that youâve ever felt! im asking you to just tell me you miss me, or that youâre upset, or that youâre feeling angry or sad or frustrated! iâm asking you to open up just a little bit so i can do my best and try to show you that i love you!â
you tilt your head back and place your hands over your face before whimpering and tilting your head forward again, âand iâm trying matt!â
âi know you are!â matt said, his voice losing the edge as he looked at your tear stained face with empathy. he took a step closer to you and laid his hands gingerly on your shoulders, âi know youâre trying, i do, and itâs not fair for me to expect you to just completely open up overnight, but youâre tearing me apart too! iâm so worn out and tired from trying to get you to show me that my feelings matter to you!â
you hiccup just before you begin to talk, âiâm really trying to be better matt, i am! and i know what you want from me but it takes time. a lot of time. so please, just give me time and and youâll get what you want in this relationship. and iâll give you it whether it wipes me out or not!â
âhow much time do i have to give you?â matt sighed, âiâve given you nearly a year of time. iâve been trying so hard this entire time to break through whatever wall you have up, and after a year youâre still telling me to wait? i canât keep waiting forever!â
âi know and itâs not fair on you but it also isnât fair on me to give you something im not ready for!â you whimper before sighing sadly.
âthen what am i supposed to do?â matt exclaimed, stepping backwards and running his fingers through his hair, âif youâre not at a place that you can give me what i need in a relationship, when do you foresee yourself being there? another year? two? never?!â
âi donât know! that is what i need to figure out and you to trust me on, but itâs hard!â you cry out.
âiâm doing my best to make this easy, but you still keep pushing back when i try to get anything out of you!â matt was frowning frustrated again, taking his hands to his face and massaging his eyes, âim just so tired of trying! iâm at my wits end!â
âmatt, im sorry!â
âsorry isnât good enough anymore!â matt almost shouted, âi donât want another half-assed apology! thatâs all youâve given me our entire relationship, and it isnât good enough!â
you internally groan, âmatt, itâs not half-assed! iâm being considerate.â
âconsiderate of who? me? yourself?â matt spat, the anger in his voice returning, âbecause it seems like youâre trying to avoid having to do any work in our relationship and just want me to accept that youâre not ready!â
âwell i donât know what else you want me to do! because im seriously trying but youâre not giving me the time i need and that just takes us back to square one, baby!â you whine, wiping the tears that is running down your chin.
âbut youâre not giving me anything to go off of!â mattâs voice was reaching high octive, the anger and exhaustion on his face evident, âiâve been trying this entire time and every single time i tell you how iâm feeling you push my away. you ask me to give you time, and what exactly am i supposed to do while i wait other than be miserable?!â
your heart drops, âmatt, baby⌠please. donât give up on me.â you say your voice and heart breaking all at once.
âi donât want to give up on you⌠i donât!â matt said, the anger leaving his body as he watched your own sadness. he took a step towards you before suddenly wrapping his arms tight around you and pulling you into his chest, âiâm just so tiredâŚâ he whispered into your hair.
you sniffle before replying, âme tooâŚâ
matt didnât say anything else, he just held onto you tight and buried his face in your hair. he squeezed you as tight as he closed his eyes and tried to get himself back under control.
there was a long heavy moment of silence that fell over the kitchen before matt finally spoke again, voice low.
âiâm sorry. im sorry im putting so much pressure on you, and youâre not ready. im sorry im losing my patience. i love you so much, but i just want to feel loved too⌠i want to hear you say itâŚâ
âi love you, so fucking much.â whisper into his chest as you close your eyes, tears spilling out.
matt squeezed you tighter at your words, one of his hands reaching around to touch the back of your head in a protective hold. he rested his chin on top of your head, burying his face in the top of it as he closed his eyes again and inhaled the familiar scent of your shampoo. you could feel his body relax as you spoke, the tension leaving his tired and wear muscles.
âi love you too⌠i love you so much, even when you drive me crazyâŚâ
âiâm really sorry for making you feel like this⌠i donât mean it. i swear. itâs just⌠i just fuck up everything i do.â
âshhhâŚâ matt hushed you, his hand massaging the back of your head in a soothing manner, âyou donât have to apologise for how you feel. iâm sorry for getting angry at you, i just want you to love me the same way i love you and i got frustrated and impatient.â
âbut i fucked up our relationshipâŚâ you insecurely whispered into his chest.
âyou may have said or done things that werenât the best, but you havenât completely ruined this relationship, sweetheart.â matt said quietly, pulling back now so he can look down at your tear stained face.
one of his hands came up to your cheek, his thumb gently swiping away one of the droplets.
âbut i have or else we wouldnât be having this argumentâŚâ you whispered.
âarguments are apart of every relationship, baby. this is natural, especially for us.â matt said, his tone gentle as he spoke, âthis doesnât mean youâve completely ruined us. i still love you, and im sure you still love me.â
âof course i do, and donât ever doubt itâ you say shaking your head and looking down to the ground in embarrassment and shame that you caused this huge argument.
âhey,â matt spoke quietly as he took one of his fingers and placed it under your chin so he could lift it up, forcing you to look at him, âlook at me baby,â
âhm?â you hum as you look up at him with a saddened look on your face.
his expression was so much softer than before, the exhaustion and the anger now replaced with love and concern. mattâs eyes searched your face as he kept his hand under you chin to hold you head up.
âi want you to listen to me and really hear me, okay?â he said in a soft and calm voice.
âokayâ you whisper groggily due to the waterworks from before, and licking your dry lips.
âi love you. no matter how many times i get angry, or frustrated, or exhausted, i love you more than you will ever truly know. you havenât ruined this. i havenât lost my love or trust for you.â matt began to say, keeping his eyes fixed on yours, âi donât ever want you to think that i donât love you because i do. all i want is for you to try and meet me where i am, okay?â
âi love you. and im sorry for not doing what you expected from me. thank you for giving me a second chance, i donât deserve you.â you say as another few tears spill out of your eyes.
âi donât expect you to be perfect, sweetheart. i know youâve gone through things and thatâs what makes you human, but i know you still love me.â he whispered calmly.
matt dropped his hand from your chin to wrap around your waist again, and he gently pulled you forward to press you against his chest once more, his chin resting on top of your head and his arms wrapped around you in a firm hold.
âi love youâ you whisper into his chest for the tenth time today, before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips, matt returned the kiss with gentle fervour, before burying his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder.
he held you tight, his body relaxing and conforming to your form as he held you close to him, enjoying the feeling of your body against his.
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