#can someone message me with what I missed

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

The vampire is sick to his stomach as he saw the wagyu steak. The vampire push the raw steak away from his chest. He looks at the person who made this.

“Pandora, I am Hindu. I can’t eat beef because it is taboo in my religion,” said Denki. “Plus it is not cooked. Are you trying to get me sick so I can take a sick leave, just so I can continue in helping you?” He continued, then he sigh. “That is diabolical and typical of you.”

Pandora looks at him, shocked that she refused to eat. She would have been angry if it not for his explanation. Maybe she should have cook the steak and let the kitchen be on fire hehehehe. Ever since his colleague went missing, Denki spends his days finding them and figuring out the identity of the culprit. So far it is not Hamilton Slade (and thanks goodness they escape death by the hands of vampire mutant. And it turns out he was resurrected and under control by a demon! Man Townsville is getting really…. Strange!).

“You have not been eating anything!” Said Pandora. She press his arm hard and Denki winced. “See! I can feel your bone. I can snaps you like a twig. How were you able to active on your hero work?”

Denki felt conflicted when she said that. Pandora just wanted to use his brain to have him do a private investigation. But his arm?!

“Hey! I need my arms intact, to perform your investigation and my search for Professor McKnight.” Denki protested, then Denki let out a sigh, then got up from his chair to show Pandora his conspiracy board. Pandora see all the photos, news clippings of the vampire attacks, news about Tormenta’s hero days, and informations on the fairy courts and witch covens are all aligned on the bulletin board, covering in a spiderweb of red strings.

“You’re right, Pandora…. Someone has it against people I am close to.” He said.

Pandora see a photo of a tall girl with black hair. She stares at the photo. A tall slightly curvy girl. She had dark cinnamon brown skin, big green eyes, and long straight black hair that went down to her lower legs. She also saw a photo of a young boy was sitting next to her. He was brown-skinned and had greenish brown eyes. “Are these your siblings?” Pandora asked. Denki looks at Pandora, since she is new to Townsville. “You’re correct, that is my little sister, Ashanti and our thambi, Reyansh. Ashanti is one of the protectors of Townsville,” He explained. “She’s is a heroine investigating on this mission on the gruesome murders. Therefore, She and my other cousin, Auggie and their team to not bury their nose that doesn’t belong. This led vampires to attacked P.O.I.N.T. Prep, and one of them turned me into one, to pose as a message to my little sister. That mastermind was after me, Nergella, Reyansh and his friend, Saturn because she started to be more involve.” He concluded.

Pandora looks at his board, digesting all this information, taking a deep breath in and out. This is actually make sense. Better than how the vampire descendant of an ancient powerful mutant, whose served Dracula, returned from the death.

Pandora grabs his face and squeezing and rubbing his cheeks. “I knew this brain could be useful. Now all you have to do is get the nutrients you deserve.”

Denki squirted his eyes and remains stoic. He is not eating that raw wagyu steak. Pandora see the expression on Denki’s face, and he let him go. “Ok ya big baby, what meats can you actually eat? Pork?”

Denki shook his head. Pandora just groaned, learning that he can’t eat pork. She could really use a drink right now. She stares at his refrigerator.

“The meats I always eat are chickens, muttons, and elks. Once or twice a week. Muttons once a year or on special occasions.….” He explained then see Pandora is not focusing on him anymore, and instead his refrigerator. He saw the refrigerator left open. She takes the blood bag to take a a short sip, but then stops for a moment, and then proceeds to continue drinking it.”

Instead of asking her to stop, he decides to tell her of his diet.

“I drank blood given to me by Mr. Morale, which the blood came from his wife. I can drinks human blood, though I preferred animal blood, but my auntie says it is better safe than sorry. Do you thinks inhuman-vampire should drink blood of either an inhuman or an inhuman-witch? Or just human blood?”

His eyes shifted to Pandora drinking the blood pack and stopped. Pandora searched up “Miles Morale’s Wife” on Google from her cellphone. Pandora’s jaw dropped. She drank the blood of the superheroine, Ms. Marvel, a mutant/inhuman hybrid. The drops of her blood stained on her cellphone.

“Pandora?” He asked, looking at her with concerns written on her face. Pandora is now internally screaming right now, unable to respond. He see Pandora grinning from ear to ear. At least she is happy to try out his blood supply. He shuts the door of the refrigerator. People always come to him for when they needed something, or people wanted him to do what they wanted to do. But he can’t do the latter. He is nothing but a lapdog.

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Meanwhile back at the Deol Residence, Ashanti’s eyes are glued to the letter she received in the mail, written in blood, her hands are shaken. Ashanti looked at the photos on her desk….. Photos of her elder brother hanging out with some vampires at an alternative rock concert and at a private yacht. Her face is pale, and then turn red. Ashanti crumbled up the piece of paper and ripped it into shreds, and punch her desk hard out of rage, cracks are forming. She is angry at her two brothers and aunt for keeping this a secret from her and her dad. Angry at herself that someone unleashed a swarm of feral vampires to attack P.O.I.N.T. Prep is all because she is investigating the mission, by her auntie and the vice-principal’s direct order, putting her siblings and cousin in danger. Ashanti gritting her teeth thinking about she could have done better. Then she anger turns to sorrows as tears begin to form in her eyes. Ashanti slumped down to her chair.

Auggie Babcock-Pines (mentioned), Tormenta McKnight (mentioned), and Pandora belong to @animeclub78

Ashanti Deol/Ashanti Sharma, Saturn (mentioned), and Reyansh Deol/Reyansh Sharma belong to @cooltmoney95

Nergella Utonium-Pines (mentioned) and Denki A. Deol belong to me

“Ummm… what are you doing?” Asked the vampire calmly, as you desperately push the piece of raw steak against his chest. “Is… is that wagyu?”

[myntrose]

Missing You !

ೃ⁀➷: how the l&ds boys are when they miss you.

a/n: I want these men so bad it hurts. n e ways trying something different from smau 🤍 this is part one, will write the other boys later. Also pls send requests !!

content warning: the boys missing you to the point where it's a bit concerning. maybe ooc. Suggestive in Xavier's part towards the end. Did not proof read srry💔

ft: Zayne, Xavier x reader (separately)

pt. 1 , pt. 2

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ zayne (705 words)

the hospital holds an unnerving chill in the air. everyone can feel it; the staff, nurses, patients and the other doctors. and even though everyone could feel it, no one chose to acknowledge the source of this tension. because no one wants to disturb Dr. Zayne when he's in one of these moods.

It's another hard day for Zayne. The paperwork seemed endless, he's had to deal all sorts of patients, and he hasn't seen you in a week. You were out in a mission, nothing out of the normal for a hunter. But Zayne couldn't help but worry. He loves you, knows you're more than capable of handling yourself, but worrying about you comes as easy as breathing to him. It's second nature, an everyday thought.

Just as he starts to steady himself, the ink of his pen explodes on the report he was writing. He about ready to lose it, letting out a deep, heavy sigh. Zayne isn't usually this disoriented, and it's making him go mad.

Moving from his desk, Zayne paces around his office, opening your last message. it stresses him out that it was 2 days ago.

ms.hunter: ugh this mission is so dumb. smt happened and now it looks like ill be gone longer. im sorry babe :(((

He grips his phone a little harder. Paces the room with heavier steps. Breaths another sigh.

What is wrong with me?

A knock at his door disrupts his pacing.

"What?"

Zayne doesn't realize he said that with a bit too much bite, a bit too coldly. The door opens to reveal his new secretary, looking like a scared little lamb entering the lions den.

He looks at his secretaries face, realizing his harsh tone. Zayne murmurs a quick apology, asking his secretary if there was something needed.

"There's someone here to meet you, Dr. Zayne. Said they had an appointment?" The secretary trails their sentence like a question, knowing that Zayne shouldn't have any appointments today. Poor thing was shivering from the doctor's cold demeanor.

The veins on Zayne's head are almost visible now. On top of this day, an unscheduled appointment? Had it not been for his doctors oath to not harm, he would've denied this appointment.

Another sigh leaves him, as he tells his secretary to let the mystery appointment inside his office. Zayne makes his way back to his desk, head in hands trying to compose himself.

"You really shouldn't be sighing so heavily, Dr. Zayne. Heard it's bad for you"

Zayne's head whipped so fast towards the doorway, that you almost left bad for laughing at the action.

He blinks once, then another, before standing up and meeting you halfway across the room.

" 'm sorry for not texting you sooner, but I've been working twice as hard to get done with my mission-"

You don't get to finish your sentence before Zayne crashes his lips into yours. This kiss was desperate, filled with longing and want. It's almost startling, usually Zayne is more composed than his.

"would be more composed had you told me you'd be arriving back today" Zayne responds, perfectly reading your thoughts. Before you could say anything, he kisses you again. This time, he's softer, placing one hand on the small of your back and the other cradling your face.

You're the one to pull apart first, desperately needing air. Looks like your boyfriend missed you more than you realized. Oh, this was gonna be so fun.

Zayne scoffs, but he's still holding you close. "I do not scowl. It's just been a stressful week at the hospital."

You laugh at that. God, he missed your laugh. He missed you. He walks the both of you to his desk, where he sits you on his lap as he takes a seat.

"Did you miss me that much? It's only been a week."

"A week too long, my love"

While you and Zayne catch up, the rest of the hospital is glad that the chill in the air has died down. Looks like the staff knows who to call when their doctor is in that mood.

𓆩✧𓆪 xavier (570 words)

there's only a few things that causes Xavier to wake up. Either you shaking him awake, peppering his face with kisses, or when you steal the blanket from him.

Actually, it's mostly you that causes him to wake up. And right now, the reason why sleep escapes him is because it seems like you escaped the bed at some point.

Xavier feels around your side of the bed, only to be met with emptiness. Confused, he wakes up, and looks around to see the room still in pitch darkness.

2:34 a.m. It's still horribly early, so you wouldn't have woken up for work. Plus, Xavier knows your schedule better than he knows his. He knows that you don't have any kind of missions to attend to right now.

So, where were you? A sudden rush of thoughts occur at once, and Xavier can't help but assume the worst scenarios. He jumps out of bed and checks around the apartment.

Bathroom? No. Living room? Empty. Kitchen? Quite. He's going a bit crazy, because where did you go?

He just about to rush outside when he hears the sound of keys opening the front door. Turning to the sound, he watches as the door opens to reveal you.

You, holding a bag from the nearby 24/7 convenience store. You walk in, not realizing that Xavier was watching as you enter the room.

You're holding your phone in your other hand, staring at it. It wasn't until you looked up that you noticed you were being watching by your boyfriend.

Your words don't make it to his ears. Rather, he answers you with a question of his own.

"Where were you?" His voice is deep, laced with a serious tone that doesn't quite suit him. Oh no, was he mad?

"I went out to buy ice cream. I couldn't sleep and wanted something sweet. I texted you where I was!" Defending yourself, showing Xavier the bag with a few ice cream bars.

Oh right, he never checked his phone. Xavier pulls his phone out of his pockets, and opens his notifications to see that you in fact did text him where you were.

"Oh."

You move to the kitchen, putting the ice cream away. "Yeah, oh is right. What, d'ya think I just left without saying a work ?" You only meant that jokingly, of course. Turning around, Xavier is right behind you, caging you between himself and the fridge.

It wasn't until you looked at his eyes when you realized that, oh, he was worried. The realization sets in, and you understand what just happened. Xavier had woken up, and genuinely thought you were done.

Your eyes soften as you look at him, moving your hands to his face "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that." Xavier melts into your touch, and you both stay like this for a while.

You speak up first. "Why don't we go back to sleep?"

Xavier opens his eyes, looking down at you. "Actually, I'm not sleepy right now. I think I'm hungry."

"Do you want some of the ice cream I bought? I got your favorite flavor- Xav- Xavier why are we going to the bedroom?"

"I said I was hungry."

"Oh...?!"

Later that morning, you had to call into work "sick" for both you and Xavier.

[yunholic-jongholic]

Bound to the Bosses [Part 1] | C.JH x Reader x J.YH

SUMMARY | At the age of 20, you surrendered your freedom to a former mafia gang in exchange for a secure life and all your needs met. You pledged your existence to two of the members, Choi Jongho and Jeong Yunho, who managed the leading underground strip club and took you under his wing. They both permit you to perform on weekend nights, but once the lights go out and the workday ends, you belong solely to both of them.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader x Yunho

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MDNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | Mean Dom!Yunho, Mean Dom!Jongho, Strip Club Setting, NSFW, SMUT, Explicit Content, Alcohol Consumption, Cursing, Smoking, Mentions of Murder, Threats, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Threesome, Power Dynamics, Teasing, Foreplay, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Degrading, Praising, Dry Humping, Oral Sex (Reader Giving), Unprotected Sex (Don't do it...), Rough Sex, Marking, Bruises, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Cum-Eating, Size Kink, Overstimulation (THERE IS SO MUCH. IM CRYING. I DEFINETLY MISSED SOME. ILL COME BACK)

WORD COUNT | 5.3k

AUTHOR NOTE | 💋 Spicyyyyyy ;) Anyways, new 2HO Story. Tag List is now open to whoever wants to join (you can comment or message me!) This is a long LONG chapter series. (Most likely will be 8-10 chapters.) There will be more trigger warnings on each chapter since its very angsty. so please make sure to read warnings each chapter. Hope y'all enjoy this new story!

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The distant wail of police sirens blended with the thumping bass of music booming from downstairs. Sitting in front of the mirror, you carefully applied your makeup, smoothing each line and adjusting your hair with practiced precision.

Yet, despite the familiar routine, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. Your stomach twisted in uneasy knots, the uncertainty creeping in—did you really want to step out there and perform tonight?

You stood up, slipping on your shoes and preparing yourself for another night of work. Stepping out of the room, you noticed someone standing silently in the hallway, eyes fixed on the world outside through the window. It was Seonghwa—the one who played the role of the gang’s unofficial caretaker, almost motherly in his demeanor.

You approached him, hesitating slightly before asking, “Have you seen Jongho anywhere?”

Without tearing his gaze from the window, Seonghwa replied, “He’s with Mr. Kim right now.” He exhaled a plume of smoke, the faint haze curling around his face before his eyes flicked toward you, sharp and piercing.

You swallowed, your voice wavering as you continued, “Could you... could you let him know I need to speak with him downstairs? It’s about my weekly allowance. Thank you.”

Seonghwa’s stare lingered a moment longer, his expression unreadable as he took another slow drag from his cigarette. “He’ll be informed,” he said flatly before turning his attention back to the view outside.

You murmured another thanks, his detached demeanor leaving an uneasy feeling in your chest. Shaking it off, you made your way downstairs, the muffled music growing louder with each step.

Descending the stairs, the dim lights cast a hazy glow over the room, shadows dancing to the rhythm of the pounding music. The bass vibrated through the floor, mingling with the murmur of voices and clinking glasses. You made your way to the bar, the cool surface grounding you as you leaned against it.

Before diving into the night’s performance, you needed a drink to steady your nerves. You signaled to the bartender, the familiar ritual bringing a brief sense of comfort amidst the chaos.

“Hey, I didn’t think you worked behind the bar,” you remarked, surprised to see who was serving drinks tonight.

Turning around with a playful grin, Wooyoung leaned casually against the counter, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yeah, well, I like to switch things up now and then,” he replied, effortlessly charismatic.

You couldn’t help but smirk. From what you knew about the gang, Wooyoung was the loud, energetic one, but beneath his playful exterior, he was one of the sharpest minds when it came to decision-making and planning. His unpredictable nature kept everyone on their toes—tonight was no exception.

He slid a glass across the bar toward you, his eyes flicking over you with curiosity. “Starting off the night with a drink, huh? Rough evening already?” He teased.

“Don’t make me tell you... I’m just exhausted from... stuff.” You sighed, your shoulders sagging as you lifted the glass to your lips, taking a long, deep gulp. The burn was familiar, grounding, and it was just what you needed to face the night ahead.

Wooyoung watched you, his playful demeanor softening for a moment, but he didn’t press further. He knew better than to pry.

Placing the empty glass back on the bar, you offered him a nod before turning away, the music growing louder as you approached the stage. The lights were low, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you stepped into the spotlight, ready to perform despite the exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulders.

While you were performing, your eyes scanned the dimly lit room, drawn to a familiar figure standing in the corner. Jongho. His presence was unmistakable—calm, composed, yet intensely focused on you. He stood with his back against the wall, a glass in hand, the amber liquid swirling gently as he took measured sips. His expression was unreadable, stoic and serious, his eyes never leaving you.

As the music faded and the lights dimmed, you wrapped up your routine, the applause a distant hum as your attention stayed on him. Steeling yourself, you made your way over, weaving through the crowd until you were face-to-face.

Jongho’s gaze was cold, his features rigid, revealing nothing of his thoughts. His eyes flicked over you, analyzing, calculating, before finally meeting yours. The air between you felt heavy, the weight of his stare pressing down on you. You opened your mouth to speak but hesitated, the words caught in your throat as his expression remained unyielding.

“Jongho... Mr. Choi,” you began, your voice steady despite the tension in the air. “I need to discuss my weekly allowance.”

He took another slow sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving yours as he lowered it. “So, what do you need now?” His tone was even, almost indifferent, but the sharpness in his gaze was unmistakable.

You swallowed, feeling the knot tighten in your stomach, but you pressed on. “Well... I wanted to ask for a raise this month,” you admitted, your voice softening as you continued. “I need to buy some new clothes... mine are getting worn out.”

Jongho’s eyes flicked over you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before his expression returned to its usual cold demeanor. He leaned back against the bar, his posture relaxed but his gaze unrelenting.

Jongho’s lips curled into a faint smirk, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “Well, since you’re done with your dance session, you can come to my office. We’ll discuss it there.” His voice was calm, almost too casual, but his gaze was sharp, traveling slowly over your figure before meeting your eyes once more.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you maintained your composure, giving him a small nod. “Alright.”

Without another word, Jongho turned on his heel, making his way through the crowded room. You followed close behind, weaving through the sea of people as the music continued to pulse around you.

The journey felt longer than it should have, your mind racing with anticipation. You could feel his presence just ahead of you, calm and commanding, his pace steady and confident. Reaching his office, Jongho unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding it open just long enough for you to follow before closing it behind you.

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the city outside casting shadows along the walls. You stood there, your pulse quickening as you waited for him to speak, he locked the door behind you. Going to the desk, his back turned to you as he set his drink down on the desk.

"You know u are the one who ruins your own clothing." Jongho hums. Getting closer to you as he caresses your face with the back of his fingers. You look into his eyes and nod.

“Yes, sir. I know,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as his fingers lightly traced the curve of your bottom lip. His touch was gentle but commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. Your breath hitched, the tension in the room thickening—but before anything else could happen, a sharp knock echoed from the door.

Jongho’s expression shifted instantly, his jaw tightening as he pulled his hand away, irritation flickering in his eyes. He released a low, frustrated groan before turning on his heel and striding over to the door.

You stood frozen in place, nerves coiling tight as you watched him unlock and open it. Peeking over his shoulder, you recognized Seonghwa standing on the other side, his usual calm demeanor unchanged.

“Y/N was looking to talk to you,” Seonghwa said, his voice steady, his eyes flicking briefly to you before returning to Jongho.

Jongho sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m already talking to her,” he replied, his tone curt but controlled.

Seonghwa nodded, his expression unreadable as he took a step back. “Understood.” Without another word, he turned and walked away, his presence disappearing down the hallway.

Jongho shut the door with a click, his fingers lingering on the lock as he turned it firmly. His back remained to you for a moment, his shoulders tense, before he slowly turned around, his eyes locking onto yours once more. The air felt heavy again, the tension from before returning even stronger.

Jongho’s smirk returned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he crossed his arms, leaning casually against his desk. “So, here’s the deal,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I need you to get back to work. Once your shift is over, come back to my office, and we’ll sort out your weekly allowance.”

His gaze lingered on you, a teasing glint in his eyes, his smirk never fading. The implication behind his words was clear, but his tone remained composed and controlled.

You felt your heart skip, but you managed a nod, keeping your expression neutral. “Yes, sir,” you replied, your voice steady even as nerves buzzed under your skin.

Without another word, you turned and unlocked the door, your fingers trembling just slightly. You could feel his eyes on you as you stepped out, the door closing behind you with a soft click.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself before heading back to the main floor, the music and lights pulling you back into the rhythm of the night.

The hours dragged on, the music pounding relentlessly as you moved through the motions, one performance after another. By the time the clock hit 5 a.m., exhaustion weighed heavy on you. You sighed, wiping the sweat from your brow as you counted the night’s earnings—over $500. Not bad, but all you wanted now was to collapse in your bed.

Your mind was foggy, and the promise to see Jongho after your shift slipped away as fatigue took over. You made your way upstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last as you headed straight to your room.

But as you neared your door, the low murmur of voices caught your attention. It was coming from the room down the hall. The door was cracked open just enough for sound to seep through. You hesitated, curiosity stirring despite your exhaustion.

Quietly, you crept closer, careful to stay out of sight as you peered inside. Hongjoong stood in the center of the room, his back to you, his posture tense. Opposite him was Seonghwa, his arms crossed, face unusually serious. The air between them felt heavy, the conversation clearly intense.

You strained to listen, heart beating a little faster as you tried to make out their words, unsure of what you were about to overhear.

Your blood ran cold as the conversation became clearer.

“Well, we need to get rid of the body. Yunho said the guy tried threatening he would kidnap Y/N and kill her,” Hongjoong’s voice was low and sharp, barely contained anger seeping through his words.

Seonghwa’s glare was fierce, his jaw clenched as he responded, “I told the others that we’re not going back to a life of crime. We agreed to leave that behind. I say we punish Yunho for breaking our new rules.” His voice was cold, unyielding.

Hongjoong fell silent, his expression conflicted, but he didn’t argue.

Your heart plummeted, panic rising in your chest. Yunho... killed someone? And now the leaders were planning to punish him? But what did that even mean? You shuddered at the possibilities, dread coiling tight in your stomach.

You backed away from the door, feeling the world spin around you. It was suddenly hard to breathe, the air feeling heavy and suffocating. Without another thought, you turned and hurried back to your room, your mind racing with fear and confusion.

What were you supposed to do now? What would happen to Yunho? And if they found out you overheard, what would they do to you?

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, your face pale, eyes wide with lingering shock. Your heart was still racing, but you forced yourself to breathe, pushing down the fear and anxiety that threatened to consume you. With practiced precision, you buried your emotions, slipping back into a composed façade.

Your hands moved mechanically as you began undressing, shedding the remnants of the night’s performance in favor of something more comfortable. Just as you reached for a shirt, a sudden knock echoed from your door.

Your heart jumped, panic momentarily flaring before you snapped into action, quickly pulling on the closest set of clothes. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to appear calm before opening the door.

Standing before you were Yunho. His expression was neutral, unreadable, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Oh! I thought you were Jongho... I completely forgot to see him after my shift,” you blurted out, your voice rushed as you tried to mask your nerves.

Yunho’s brow furrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Unnecessary details,” he replied bluntly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at you. There was no hint of warmth in his voice, just cold indifference.

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. Every word from his mouth echoed in your mind, mingling with what you had just overheard. You couldn’t help but wonder—did he know? Did he suspect you had heard everything?

“What... what brings you here?” you asked, fighting to keep your voice steady, hoping he couldn’t sense your fear.

“Did you make money tonight? I need to pay Hongjoong back,” Yunho asked, his voice calm but firm, his eyes coldly scanning the room.

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Hongjoong, the memory of his conversation with Seonghwa flashing through your mind. You felt a lump form in your throat but forced yourself to stay composed.

“Y-Yeah... I made over $500 tonight,” you stammered, your voice barely steady. Not wanting to provoke his impatience, you quickly moved across the room to where you’d stashed your earnings.

Your fingers fumbled slightly as you retrieved the cash, the weight of his gaze heavy on your back. Turning around, you saw his eyes fixed on you, unblinking and expectant.

You took a few steps toward him, holding out the money. “Here. This is everything I made tonight.”

Yunho’s eyes flicked down to the cash before reaching out, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the bills from your hand. His expression remained unreadable, his demeanor cool and detached as he began counting the money.

You watched him in silence, your heart racing as you waited for his reaction, unsure of what he would do next.

Yunho’s eyes lingered on the cash for a moment before he tucked it into his pocket. “I’ll be right back,” he said curtly, his voice giving nothing away as he turned and left the room.

Your chest tightened with worry, the memory of Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s conversation echoing in your mind. You couldn’t just sit back and wait.

Quietly, you slipped out of your room, trailing behind Yunho at a safe distance. You kept your footsteps light, your body pressed against the walls as you moved through the dimly lit hallway. The air felt colder, the silence unsettling as you watched him approach Hongjoong’s office.

He knocked once before entering, the door clicking shut behind him. You crept closer, your heart pounding as you leaned in, pressing your ear to the door.

Muffled voices filtered through, their tones low and serious. You could barely make out Hongjoong’s voice, cold and commanding, followed by Yunho’s calm but measured replies.

Your breath caught as the conversation grew more intense, the tension palpable even through the thick wood of the door. You pressed closer, desperately trying to hear more, hoping that Yunho would make it out unscathed.

Suddenly, the voices stopped. Your blood ran cold, panic flaring as you realized the room had gone completely silent. You held your breath, frozen in place, waiting to see what would happen next.

You pressed yourself closer to the door, heart pounding as the conversation grew clearer.

“Yunho,” Hongjoong’s voice was cold, his tone laced with disappointment. “Seonghwa and I know about your little incident earlier. You do realize we agreed—no more of this. We’re not allowed to get involved in these crimes again... not after what happened last time. It almost got Seonghwa killed.”

There was a heavy pause, the weight of Hongjoong’s words sinking in. Through the door, you could feel the tension radiating from the room.

Yunho let out a sigh, his voice quieter as he replied, “I... I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” There was a genuine remorse in his tone, but you could also hear the frustration buried beneath it.

The room went silent again before Hongjoong’s voice cut through, his words cold but calm. “Look, we’re not going to do anything drastic... but you could lose your title for this. We made rules for a reason. If you can’t follow them, you don’t deserve the position you have.”

You could almost picture the scene: Hongjoong’s eyes locked on Yunho, his presence imposing and unwavering. There was the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, and you realized Hongjoong had stood up.

The air grew heavy, your chest tightening as you heard his footsteps approach Yunho. “We can’t afford any more mistakes,” Hongjoong continued, his voice low. “Get your act together... or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Your blood ran cold, your hands trembling as you clung to the door. You knew Yunho was in trouble, and if Hongjoong was serious, things could get a lot worse. You held your breath, waiting to see how Yunho would respond.

“Yes, boss,” Yunho’s voice was subdued, obedient, his defiance seemingly extinguished. You heard footsteps approaching the door, and your heart leapt in panic.

Without wasting another second, you darted away from the door, hurrying back to your room as quietly as possible. You slipped inside, shutting the door softly behind you, your heart pounding in your chest.

Sitting on your bed, you tried to catch your breath, your mind racing with everything you’d just heard. You couldn’t shake the coldness in Hongjoong’s voice, the threat lingering ominously. What would happen to Yunho now? And if they found out you were eavesdropping...

A sharp knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts. Your heart jumped, panic briefly flashing through you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before calling out, “Come in.”

The door opened, and to your surprise, it was Jongho who stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as they locked onto you.

“Oh!” you blurted out, guilt from spying on Yunho and Hongjoong still fresh in your mind. You quickly composed yourself, remembering why he was here. “Oh, right... my allowance...” you muttered under your breath, feeling slightly embarrassed for forgetting.

Jongho raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he approached you. “Did you have a good night at work?” he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes seemed to be searching for something, observing you closely.

You nodded, keeping your response brief, the tension from earlier still weighing heavily on you. Jongho stood over you, his presence imposing as his eyes lingered on you, his expression unreadable.

Before he could say anything, another knock interrupted the moment. You sighed, the fatigue and anxiety catching up to you as you turned your head toward the door. Jongho’s eyes narrowed, annoyance flickering across his face as he looked over, clearly displeased by the interruption.

The door creaked open, and Yunho stood there, his face void of emotion, his eyes flicking between you and Jongho. The tension in the room grew heavy, the air thickening as the two men stared each other down.

“It was my turn tonight,” Jongho snapped, his irritation evident as he crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing at Yunho. His posture was firm, claiming his authority without hesitation.

Yunho’s jaw tightened, his eyes hardening as he stood his ground. “We both share her,” he retorted coldly, his voice laced with defiance. “And if anything, I was already about to fuck her... I just had to pay Hongjoong back first.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your face flushing a deep shade of red as their words sank in. Their bluntness left no room for misinterpretation, and the realization hit you hard—they were both in the mood, and they both wanted you tonight.

You swallowed, the tension between them palpable as they stood on either side of you, their eyes flicking to you before returning to each other. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your mind spinning as you processed the situation.

Jongho’s eyes narrowed, his irritation turning into something darker, his stance unwavering as he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving Yunho. “You had her last time. Tonight, she’s mine.” His voice was firm, possessive, his authority undeniable.

Yunho’s lips curled into a mocking smirk; his demeanor calm but his eyes flashing with challenge. “That’s not how it works, Jongho. We agreed to share, remember?” His tone was taunting, his posture relaxed but his intent unmistakable.

Caught between them, you could feel the tension crackling in the air, their rivalry intensifying right in front of you. Your pulse quickened; your body frozen as you realized you were the center of their standoff.

"Fine. you are so damn greedy now." Jongho hisses. "You can go after me." He finished as he starts lifting your shirt up exposing your skin. You just sat there in shock flickering your eyes on both of them.

"I am not going after you." Yunho glares at Jongho. Jongho smirks pulling you onto his lap. "We are sharing her tonight." Yunho's voice got deeper. You look into Jongho's eyes nervously feeling your face heat up. You shifted on Jongho's lap trying to sit more comfortably until you felt Yunho's hands travel up your body, snaking over your neck caressing your cheeks. You soon started leaning towards Jongho to kiss him, Jongho's lips crashed into yours as you both started making out.

You felt Yunho removing the rest of your clothes off, exposing your entire body to both of them. Jongho was the first to pull away and reattach his lips onto your neck sucking and kissing the skin. You moaned and slowly started moving your hips on Jongho grinding on him. Jongho groaned at the feeling, gripping your waist to keep you moving on him.

"She is so fucking needy." Jongho teased looking up at Yunho. "She is already soaking." Jongho let go of your neck and waist pushing you off causing you to whine. Yunho smirked and immediately pulled you onto his lap.

"Is that so?" Yunho smirked whispering and nipping on your earlobe. You nod softly as Yunho re-adjusts his position underneath you and places both of his hands on your breasts, squeezing them as they were stress balls. You whimpered at the feeling, Yunho smirking at your reactions. Yunho resting his chin on your shoulder as he continues to play with your breasts, squeezing and rubbing them.

Jongho on the other hand was now unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out. Yunho groaned as you started shifting on his lap softly grinding on his crotch.

"Fuck, you are needy." Yunho hisses. You hum in response. "Okay stop teasing me Y/N." Yunho throws you off of him and pins you on the bed.

"So, who is taking what tonight?" Jongho asks. Yunho sighs, looking down at you.

"Actually, I will take her mouth. I want to see her pretty face as I fuck her." Jongho smirks. Yunho nods just accepting it. Yunho flips you over and forces you on your knees as he stands behind you. You watch Jongho go over you and kneel down in front of you.

Yunho slides his hand over in between your folds rubbing two fingers back and forth before doing anything else. You immediately start moaning trying to close your legs together but his other hand grips one thigh to keep them open.

"Yunho!" You moan trying to stay calm, but you can't. Soon Jongho grips your face and presses his tip against your lips forcing himself in. Your eyes started watering but kept moaning and now gagging.

"Fuck..." Jongho curses now gripping ahold of your hair holding it up. You felt Jongho's cock twitch inside your mouth and soon you felt Yunho's hand leave, being replaced with his cock. You felt your insides go into knots as Yunho shoved himself deep inside you.

"She is completely wet..." Yunho breathing got heavy as he slowly started thrusting in and out of you.

"She is enjoying this too much." Jongho groans. You feel Jongho's tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag and cough out.

"Too much to handle?" Jongho looks down at you keeping himself deep inside your throat. You look up at him feeling completely dizzy, eyes tearing up and you moan louder sending vibrations against Jongho's cock as Yunho slams harder into you. You felt your legs going numb as you kept trying to hold yourself up.

"Stop shaking like a weak scared puppy." Yunho groans and grips your waist tightly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. You moan out and immediately pull away from Jongho's cock. Drool and saliva stick to your bottom lip and the tip of his cock as you moan loudly from the pleasure Yunho is giving you.

"Fucking bitch." Jongho snaps pulling your hair back and slamming himself back into your mouth. You have no chance to breath or moan. You try to grab ahold of jongho's thighs trying to hold on. Jongho pushes your head deeper, soon you started swirling your tongue around his shaft.

"Fuck I am close..." Jongho curses. Yunho groans bucking his hips into you. Wasn't very long until Jongho came right inside your mouth. Yunho on the other hand was still fucking you and Jongho finally pulled his cock out as he looked down at you leaning towards you.

"Make sure you swallow it all." Jongho speaks as you try to. Your nose scrunches up, but you just obey his order and continue moaning. Yunho hisses as you feel his cock twitch inside you.

"Fuck..." He curses as he releases inside you. You heavily breath out, chest puffing in and out as you try to catch your breath. You whine as Yunho pulls out of you.

"She is completely fucked." Jongho’s smirk deepened as he reached out, his fingers gripping your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

His touch was firm, commanding, yet there was a certain level of control behind it. Your breath hitched, your body tense under his intense gaze. Your eyes were clouded with exhaustion, struggling to stay open after the long night. Everything felt hazy.

"Look at me," Jongho murmured, his voice low but demanding. His thumb brushed over your cheek, his smirk never fading. "I think I can do another round with her." Jongho hums looking into your eyes.

"We can swap places this time. I want to see her pretty face now." Yunho gets up switching sides with Jongho. You felt completely weak and didn't think you could handle a 2nd round with both of them.

You looked at Yunho completely tired. He leans down towards you sitting on his knees.

"You are doing a good job tonight..." Yunho hums caressing your face. You shifted on your knees looking into his eyes blushing as his compliment.

Very soon you felt Jongho slam deep into you causing you to cry out. Your arms gave up and immediately fell onto Yunho's lap feeling over stimulated inside.

"Get up." Yunho picks your face up harshly squeezing your face. You look up at him moaning once again as Jongho grips your waist, pounding into you.

"Jongho!" You moan loudly out gripping onto Yunho's thighs, digging your nails into them looking up at Yunho. Yunho smirked as he presses his cock against your lips. You leave a soft lick against the tip, moaning against it.

"Fuck." Yunho hisses at the feeling. You feel your insides completely melting.

"I don't even think you can fit me in your mouth..." Yunho hums as you continue licking and moaning against him.

"Hm? Got nothing to say?" Yunho smirks. You turn your head to the side but immediately get turned back towards Yunho. He grips your face harshly causing you to whine.

"I bet she is enjoying this." Jongho groans. Yunho nods in agreement as he sits up and pushes himself down your throat. You immediately cough at the feeling of it hitting the back of your throat. You try to swirl your tongue around the shaft as Yunho starts bucking his hips into your throat.

"Fuck. Y/N." Yunho groans throwing his head back as he continues. "She definitely is..." He grips ahold of your hair biting his lower lip.

"She is taking us very well... She deserves a great allowance this week." Jongho readjusts himself before slamming back into you. You were soaked and messy all over.

"I am close again..." Jongho moaned as his thrusts got sloppier, you soon felt another release inside you. Yunho was still fucking you and not very long until he came inside your mouth as well.

"Make sure you swallow it..." Yunho huffs out as he pulls himself out. You nod and try your best feeling completely wrecked and messy.

"I... Can't do anymore..." You whimper feeling your body tremble as you fell onto Yunho's lap after the sessions.

"You did amazing tonight..." Yunho caresses your face, and you can tell they were satisfied with you.

"You need to take a shower and get ready for bed. We will pay you later." Jongho helps you up from Yunho's lap and you nod slightly leaning against Jongho completely exhausted.

"We might need to help her take a shower." Jongho laughs at how weak you are now.

"N-No. I can do it." You huff out pushing yourself up and grabbing clothes to take a shower.

After your shower, you rushed straight to bed, exhaustion weighing down on you. The moment your head hit the pillow, your body relaxed, ready to finally drift into much-needed sleep. But before you could completely unwind, the door creaked open.

Jongho.

You groaned, pulling the blanket up slightly. “Please… I’m too tired. No more,” you whined, your voice muffled against the pillow.

To your surprise, Jongho chuckled. “No, I’m not here for that,” he reassured you, his tone unusually light. “I wanted to give you a gift… along with your allowance.”

That caught your attention. You peeked up at him curiously as he approached your bedside, his usual confident expression softening ever so slightly.

“I was going to do it earlier,” he continued, irritation flashing across his face, “but Yunho interrupted.” His annoyance was evident, but he quickly shook it off, reaching into a bag.

“Don’t tell or show the others I got you this,” he muttered, almost embarrassed as he pulled out a plush teddy bear. The sight of it was almost comical in his hands, so out of place for someone like him. He looked almost… defeated, as if giving it to you made him feel exposed in a way he wasn’t used to.

Your heart warmed at the gesture. A small, genuine smile formed on your lips as you reached for the plush, hugging it tightly against your chest. “It’s very cute. Thank you, Jongho…” you murmured, your voice soft as you nestled into the comfort of the gift.

Jongho cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the moment stretching on. “Anyways… goodnight, Y/N,” he said quickly before turning to leave, his usual composed self-cracking just slightly.

As the door shut behind him, you buried your face into the plush bear, a rare sense of comfort washing over you. With a deep breath, you finally allowed sleep to take over, the tension of the night fading away.

•

DIES.

(Nothing else. No Notes. Sorry y'all I am a true freak.)

[ekingston]

Hi; I don't know if you're still following the word-stream stuff, but the app is back online on the app store as "booktok - books and podcasts". The reviews marking it as having AI scraped data are still on the page itself, even though the name has changed, and duckduckgo still directs to their page if you look up "word-stream audiobooks"-- although if I don't know how long that will last. The website is seemingly gone, but the app still presumably has access to all the stolen works in the database.

Best regards, -someone else whose fics were stolen

yup

word-stream is back

it just calls itself—in an obvious attempt to profit from the TikTok upheaval—BookTok, now. and it’s not just the app, either: the whole website is back online, same as it was just before Cliff Weitzman took it down.

(in case you missed it, here are the original story & the update.)

fortunately (so far) the fanfiction category hasn't been re-added, but if you go to the store page for the app you can see that it’s still using 'fan-created universes' as advertising.

Weitzman didn't register the app under his own name this time, but through something called 'Oak Prime Inc'. hilariously, however, the email address listed in BookTok's privacy policy still refers to word-stream.com, so if Cliff was trying to scrub the connection between Speechify and his BookTok app, he didn't do a very thorough job.

here's the thing (and i'm about to put this up in a separate, more easily digestible post): if you take a look at the terms & conditions of Cliff's other platform, Speechify, it claims a truly comprehensive license to use the works uploaded to that platform in any way Cliff sees fit, including publishing and monetizing it elsewhere. and i keep seeing posts on Reddit and Bluesky from both readers and writers, happily using the Speechify app to read fanfic, advanced reader copies and their own yet-to-be-published work to them.

this is a BAD IDEA. Cliff has already proven that he will take work authored by others without their permission and redistribute it wholesale if he thinks it might make him money.

Cliff is the financial beneficiary of both Speechify and word-stream/booktokapp. it seems pretty obvious to me that he's trying to claim, via Speechify's terms & conditions, that every work uploaded to Speechify is his to do with whatever he pleases, which naturally includes moving them to this other platform so he can charge people for two subscriptions instead of just the one.

thank you so much for keeping an eye on this, anon, and for reaching out!! like i said, another post will go up today about the above, but i'm going to ask you all to help ensure that my posts & my name aren't the only ones giving voice to this message. when i tried to approach people about this issue on social media, often the—completely justified!—response was 'why should I take your word for it?' and Wikipedia only allowed the mention of Weitzman's copyright infringement to remain on his page when 'The Endless Appetite for Fanfiction' was listed as a source.

it can't just be me. DON’T take my word for it. do your own research (i would love to be proven wrong about this!), talk to your friends, engage with posts on social media similar to the ones i mentioned above (those are just some examples, don’t pile on to the OPs!) and make sure people know what they're jeopardizing. help me protect authors from money-grubbing shitheads like this one.

[rin-eko]

Take Care of You - Caleb x Reader

Desc: Caleb taking care of you when you're feeling anxious and overwhelmed

Content/Warnings: light main story spoilers, non-sexual nudity, reader feels overwhelmed, comfort

WC: 2.4k

The silence was worrying.

Not a soul was in sight on the rumbling train speeding toward Linkon, the rhythmic clacking of the wheels on the track accompanied by the drizzling rain hitting the windows.

Caleb was the only one in this train cart this evening, and the dark grey sky seemed to match his mood just as the lack of the train’s usual noisy chatter from the public seemed to match the dead silence in his inbox.

He checked his phone again, where several messages still sat, bereft and unanswered.

4:05pm

Me: Pipsqueak, can I come to Linkon this weekend to visit ya?

4:15pm

Me: We can go to the old markets you love tomorrow and pick up some dinner ingredients on the way home. I’ll make your favourite :)

5:10pm

Me: Are you off work? Be safe on your way home. 

5:31pm

Me: Hellooo? 🤨 Earth to pipsqueak..

5:32pm

Me: There’s no way an addict like you has lost her phone. What’s up?

5:35pm

Me: Is something wrong? I tried calling you. Call me back, I’m starting to get worried.

The messages continued until 7pm, at which point Caleb had just decided to get on the bullet train and head straight to Linkon, continuing all the while to text and call you. With every missed call and message left unanswered, the suffocating feeling in his chest continued to grow, his fingers fiddling as he stared at his phone, willing a message of… literally anything. A full stop would do at this point.

Another minute changed on the time, mocking him.

7:46pm

Me: I’m on my way to Linkon now. Call me.  

His thumb scratched the furrow between his brows. Sure, your relationship had been… less than perfect since you the two of you reunited, but you always answered his messages, even when you were angry with him. This radio silence was agonizing. Flitters of panic seized his lungs as long minutes continued to tick by.

He forced himself to take a breath. You were most likely fine. He wouldn’t be surprised if you had just lost track of time while hanging out with your friends, or if you were currently collapsed in your bed after a hard work day, not bothering with either dinner or a shower. You were fine. You were fine.

He took another deep breath. He let it out. His hand flexed.

Should he just put a tracker on you?

…

Caleb’s strides sounded a lot more relaxed than he felt as he made his way to your apartment door, casually rapping on the door in his usual rhythm.

Silence.

His jaw tightened as he knocked again. And again.

Fuck, this shit isn’t funny.

He picked the lock and entered, greeted by more of that damned silence along with the dark living space. You were nowhere to be seen.

It wasn’t until he heard a small noise coming from the bedroom that his chest loosened slightly. He made his way there, pushing open the slightly ajar door.

You were in your room, dusting your shelves when you heard your name in that familiar, steady voice.

Your head snapped to the doorway, where he was leaning, arms folded across his chest. His hair appeared slightly messy, as if he had been running his hand through it, and his deep purple eyes held an intense glow you almost felt compelled to look away from.

You took out the one earbud you had playing classical music and frowned.

“Caleb, what are you doing here? You can’t just enter someone’s apartment like that.”

As soon as he had seen your face, the tightness in your jaw and your tired eyes, Caleb had recognised that something was wrong, but your harsh tone confirmed it.

That, and your death glare that would have anyone else shaking like a leaf.

But he only felt relief that you were okay, at least physically. He knew you well enough to know that glare was only a surface-level protection, like a cat arching its back with its hair standing on end in attempt to make itself look bigger.

But beneath that he knew something was wrong. Even when you tried to be strong, you always appeared so vulnerable to him.

“You weren’t answering my texts or calls, I was worried,” he kept his tone soft and soothing, but you were having none of it, your frown deepening fiercely.

“Do you seriously think that’s enough of a reason to just show up here and barge into my home without permission? What is wrong with you?” you were snapping at him, hissing at him, looking so, so pained and exhausted to him.

This was different to the petty fights you had occasionally been instigating with him since you reunited. At those times, he could tell you were just struggling to find a place for him in your life again. You wanted him close, but he had also hurt you. Perhaps your instincts were telling you he wasn’t what was good for you.

He didn’t mind when you snapped at him, recognising you were desperately trying to regain some semblance of foothold in your strange relationship neither of you could really put a label to anymore, so he rarely commented on it or argued back.

But this was different. You just looked exhausted, filled with a tension that didn’t allow you to rest.

Your head hurt.

It hurt, but it wasn’t a physical pain any amount of paracetamol could fix.

You didn’t understand. You rarely felt like this, so when you felt the lowness creeping in throughout the week, you figured it was manageable. Nothing a good meal and some rounds on the claw machines at your favourite arcade wouldn’t fix.

But now, you didn’t even feel like leaving the house.

Maybe it was harder for you to handle precisely because you rarely felt this this. You were at a loss. You didn’t want to feel this way, but you also didn’t know how to fix it.

And your head continued to throb, anxiety clouding your mind, only heightened when you started to worry that you would never be able to stop feeling this way.

Why had this happened? These pressures you couldn’t even name kept piling up. You were on the verge of tears from thinking and thinking and thinking some more, and yet unable to come to any solutions. You just wanted to stop thinking, for your mind to be quiet once more.

You wanted to scream into your pillow to drown out the noise in your mind. Scream until you faded into particles, peacefully floating around. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel this awful disquiet.

You cracked a half-smile. Were you reverting to your angsty teen years or what?

You sighed and dropped the cloth you were dusting with, muttering as you walked past Caleb toward the bathroom.

“Whatever, I’m having a shower. I don’t think I need to tell you to make yourself at home considering you’re already acting like this is your home.”

He stayed silent, watching you disappear into the bathroom and hearing the shower turn on.

Looking around, he decided to clean up a bit and make you dinner. Your apartment was as messy as ever, and after peering into the fridge and taking note of the minimal ingredients, he made a mental reminder to go out the next day to buy your groceries. You were always telling him not to worry and to stop treating you like a kid, but how could he when this is how you took care of yourself?

He sighed and grabbed some ingredients from your freezer to make you a simple hotpot, perfect for the rainy day.

However, when the hotpot was bubbling and ready, and you still had not emerged from the shower, his concern grew once more.

In your room again, he could hear the shower still running. He waited ten more minutes before deciding to knock on the door just in case you had… he didn’t know, drowned yourself in the shower, maybe?

His overprotective imagination knew no bounds when it came to your safety.

You didn’t respond so, despite your earlier scolding, he decided to enter the bathroom.

His heart dipped.

Through the condensation clouding the glass shower door, he could barely see your small figure, curled up in a ball in the middle of the shower. You held your head as the water pounded onto your back.

You didn’t see or hear him, focused on having the scalding water pummel you so you had no room to think. You didn’t want a relaxing, soothing shower, but one that would silence your mind because you couldn’t do it yourself.

He went to you, unable to do anything else. He couldn’t stand to see you like that. You looked so lonely and lost. He wanted to be your anchor. As many times as it took, even if it took forever.

You didn’t notice him even when walked further inside the bathroom, quietly grabbing a towel and opening the shower door.

You only looked up through wet, blurry eyes when he reached in to switch the shower off, wincing at the searing hot water.

“Staying in a hot shower for so long isn’t good for you,” he murmured, not an ounce of scolding in his voice. He stood tall above you, wearing a loose white tank tucked into faded jeans, white socks on his feet and his silver dog tag gleaming as if reminding you of something.

What? That he would always come home? That he would always be there?

You didn’t say anything, your wet hair sticking to you as he held out a hand to help you up before holding the towel open and looking to the side, considerate of your nudity.

You walked straight into the warm, fluffy towel, and he immediately wrapped it around you, holding you steady.

Still seeing you were dizzy from the hot shower and steam, Caleb picked you up, bridal carrying you into the cooler air of your bedroom.

There was no room for anger in you anymore, only pure exhaustion. Though you expected you wouldn’t be sleeping well tonight, just as you hadn’t been for the previous few nights.

You sighed and rested your head on Caleb’s shoulder, tucking your hands to your chest and quietly enjoying the little comforts such as the familiar rhythm of his confident yet relaxed stride. He gently deposited you on the bed before making his way to your closet to find sleepwear for you.

You remained lying down, head turned to the side as you blearily watched his figure.

He returned with an oversized shirt that could well have been his, and a pair of comfortable underwear, leaving to the bathroom while you dried and changed.

He returned with your hairbrush and dryer, gently helping you sit on the floor next to the bed so he could sit on the bed and dry your hair.

It was a routine the both of you were very familiar with, and for the first time in days you felt a tiny semblance of yourself returning.

Since you had reunited with Caleb, you had become reluctant to rely on him as had become second nature to you growing up. As for Caleb’s second nature, it was taking care of you as well as everything you yourself should be taking care of.

So having you finally rely on him for something again, even as small as drying your hair, sparked a new light of hope and affection within him.

The only sound in the room was the comforting whir and hum of the hairdryer, sending waves of warmth to your head and skin. His legs remained comfortingly on either side of you, and you rested against one, hands fidgeting in your lap.

After a while, he switched the hairdryer off and used the towel to gently dry the water in your ears. He smoothed your hair up into a loose bun before helping you up onto the bed once again.

You immediately burrowed into your pillows, kicking the blankets over yourself.

He sat beside you, stroking your hair.

“I made food, do you want to eat?”

You shook your head. “I just want to sleep.”

“Okay,” he whispered. You sensed he was about to get up and quickly grabbed his hand.

“Caleb,” you croaked. “Don’t go.”

What anyone else may have been annoyed with, or held against you, he never did, taking your quick-changing attitude in stride.

He smiled lightly and tightened his hold on your hand for a brief moment. “Don’t worry, pipsqueak, I’m just turning the lights off.”

He returned to the bed once the room had darkened, only the glittering city lights outside providing small light grids around the room.

You both lay under the covers, facing each other. His arm loosely wrapped around your waist, your hands tucked against your chest.

He stroked your waist soothingly and started, “I… know I am the reason for your stress and sadness and-”

You immediately shook your head and buried tighter to his chest, speaking muffled into his shirt.

“No. I mean, yes, but not this… usually I’m fine, but just the past few days I’ve been feeling… I don’t know… and I don’t know why, either. I just want my brain to be quiet.” You were so tired, and it reflected in your hoarse, forlorn voice. You were desperate for some peace, were helpless against this thing that had gripped and trapped you. You felt blocked from any good emotions, wanting to recover them but unable to feel them as you usually could.

You held your head. “It’s so noisy,” your voice cracked, broken. Tears stung your eyes, running down your temples as you peered up at him.

Hold me tighter, and his strong arms immediately squeezed you.

His chest tightened painfully. He wanted to protect you from everything, but how could he solve what you were feeling?

“Can you… stay the weekend?” you murmured.

His lips brushed your forehead. “Of course. I won’t go back to Skyhaven until you feel okay.”

He wanted you to need him, to rely on him, but not like this. He detested this invisible cause of your pain. Hated that he couldn’t see it and feel it in his hands as he rid you of it so you could return to your bouncy self. He would take any arguing over this, would rather be Caleb-the-Loathsome so long as you didn’t lose the spark in your eyes.

Your eyes were already dipping when he spoke again, with a quiet conviction you somehow caught between dreams and reality, his breaths comforting against your hair.

“I’ll take care of everything,” he murmured. “Relax and let go for as long as you need.” You felt the whisper of a light kiss press to your head.

“I have you, always.”

You drifted to sleep.

[ov6rheated]

worst behavior

summary: billie had a surprise for you before you went out.

warnings: oral r!receiving, strap-on, fingering, teasing, masturbation, mommy kink (lmk if i missed some)

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD!! sorry for taking so long to post, i’ve been really unmotivated. also, ive seen your requests and i’ll write them soon.

it was a friday night, and you had got home from a long day just a few hours ago. whenever you got home, you facetimed billie, but she never answered. it was bothering you but you just assumed she was busy.

after waking up from a small nap, she texted you. “busy rn baby. i’ll ttyl”

you hearted the message before getting ready to go out with some friends. after scanning your closet for thirty minutes, you picked a skin tight dress to wear. the dress made you think of billie because you knew that she loved this dress so much.

you did simple makeup and left your hair down, curling it. your friend was coming to pick you up and you check the time. you notice that you got ready too early. she was going to arrive at your place at nine o'clock, and it was still only eight o'clock.

after debating on how to kill time, you chose to catch up on a show. you constantly check your phone to see if billie texted you, but nothing. you check her location and see that she's driving. you had no idea where she was going, but you knew she'd text you after she reached her destination.

after 30 minutes, you heard your front door open, and you become startled. you thought someone was breaking in, and you stay quiet. you get up slowly and walk down the stairs, seeing Billie in the hallway. she's always had a key to your house just in case anything happens.

you stare at her and push her playfully before turning around and rolling your eyes at her. "gosh, billie. you didn't even tell me if you were coming over."

she was silent as she walked behind you. once you reached the bedroom, she closed the door, and you had no idea what was happening. you could feel her eyes on you, not sure how to react.

you gulp when you feel her body pressed against your back. she started kissing your neck and pulling your dress up your thighs. "b-billie..." you mutter. "hmm, baby?" her voice was like butter, and you knew exactly what this tone meant.

"you know i'm going out tonight. we can't." she chuckled once she heard you and shook her head.

"you're gonna have to text them and tell them you can't make it, mama. you're mine tonight. and gosh, this dress. it's stunning, but i wanna see what you look like without it." the longer she spoke, the wetter you got.

she kept kissing your neck and you reached for your phone, texting your friend. you told her that there was an emergency and you couldn't make it. you hated lying, but billie always came first.

she watched you text and she wouldn't stop smirking as you did. when you finally put the phone down, she smiled and said, "good girl."

she kept raising up your dress, swiping it off of you. she was teasing you, her movement soooo slow. “billie.”

she chuckles once she hears you and finally removed your dress, leaving you in your lace bra and thong. she lifted you up effortlessly and placed you on the bed, turning your body over.

billie just started scanning over your body, imagining how it would look in the next few minutes; all marked up and loved on.

she assaulted your neck first, moving her way down. eventually there was a trail of hickies down your stomach.

the entire time, you kept whimpering softly, and it only encouraged her more. you kept arching your back off of the mattress and kept craving more.

“beg.”

she could tell you needed more, but was nervous to ask. you became annoyed, and luckily, she couldn’t see your face as you laid back. you rolled your eyes and bit your lip, looking down at her. she looked back at you, tilting her head and smirking, trying to see how bad you wanted it.

“please, mommy.” she shook her head and chuckled.

“you can do better than that, mamas.” she mumbled.

you whined and threw your head back, biting your lip. “pleaseee, baby. i’ll be so good for you.”

“hmmm, that’s my girl.” you melted at her words, and you even nearly moaned.

she pressed her middle and ring finger against your clit through your thong, pulling a whimper out of you. she bit her lip as she searched for your expression, but you were laying back as she was on her knees. "look at me, mama."

you lift your head up, biting your lip as she looks at you. she finally pulls off your thong and sees how wet you are. she could smell your arousal, and it only turned her on more.

“fucks sake, y/n,” she says as she dips a finger in your heat.

your legs jump a little whenever you feel her finger effortlessly slide in. she was still teasing though, just keeping her finger there and looking.

“bills…” you whimper.

“nuh-uh. what do you call me, baby?”

“mommy… please.”

she leans forward and captures your clit in her mouth and sucks. her eyes roll back as you try to look down at her, and she makes eye contact with you. she added another finger inside of you and massaged you g-spot.

“b-baby. please, don’t stop.”

it was like she could read your body better than you could. she knew exactly how to bring you over the edge and make you see stars.

as she kept going, you swear that you were starting to see white. she was humming against your clit, stimulating you more and more.

you were moaning and whimpering so loud and you didn’t even notice that she was touching herself. you looked down and seen her eyes roll back. it only turned you on more and made you closer to your orgasm.

“mommy, i’m close,” you mutter.

she stops and looks up at you. “how bad do you want to cum, princess?”

“so bad baby.”

she leans down to kiss you and caresses your face before reaching under the bed to grab her strap-on. “don’t cum until i tell you to, okay?”

you nod, and she aligns her cock with your pussy. she moves slowly, teasing you. she knows you want it fast, but she couldn’t help but tease a little more. “tell me what you want, princess.”

“faster, please.”

she finally speeds up, and she watches your breasts bounce as she keeps going. you felt your orgasm coming already, clenching down on her cock to hold it in.

she could tell by how loud you were moaning that you were close. a smirk appeared on her face as she watched your face contort in pleasure. “billie, please. let me cum.”

she thrusts a few more times before letting you cum. “go ahead, princess.”

she loved when you were like this. she loved when you were on your worst behavior.

she watches you orgasm and smile at how pretty you looked. “my sweet girl,” she murmurs.

whenever you finally came down from your high, she took off her strap and cuddled next to you. she placed her hand on your waist, caressing your skin with her thumb.

the two of you sat there in silence as you both caught you both caught your breath. she finally broke the silence after a few minutes, checking up on you. “baby? you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum.

“you’re so pretty, baby.”

“thank you.” she could tell by your short answers that you were tired. she looked over at the time, noticing that it was 11 o’clock.

“go to sleep, princess.” she kisses your cheek before tucking you in and turning off the light.

“okay, baby.”

[enchantresss97]

Dark Gravity- Part Three

Characters: Au!Eric Draven (Bill Skarsgård) x reader

Description: This is a Au!Eric Draven, no Shelly involved(although is another girl involved), no Roeg and no powers, other than that is still the Eric we know. He is powerful, dangerous, and infamous for his violent reputation, he’s someone people know to stay away from. A man whose name strikes fear in the hearts of many. His presence is commanding, intimidating. He’s not the type to open up, but when he locks eyes with you, there’s an undeniable tension that pulses in the air between you two. It’s hard to ignore the way he looks at you, the subtle flirting, and the dangerous charm that seems to surround him. You never imagined to meet him, but here you are, caught in a web of questions. Where will this lead? Can there be something more between you two? Will you end up friends, or is there something darker, more complicated in store? You can’t deny the tension, the attraction, it’s palpable. Could something truly happen between you and him? Only time will tell, but you can’t help but wonder: where will this take you?

Warning: (the warnings are for the whole story, not just this chapter) language, angst, drugs, alcohol, blood, guns, sex (at this point you know me), cheating.

Word count: 4427

Dark Gravity-Part three

The second you see his name, your stomach tightens. Your fingers hover over the screen.

You could ignore it.

You should.

But instead, you swipe, unlocking the message.

Eric: Thinking about me?

A slow breath escapes your lips.

That’s it? No mention of what happened hours ago. No explanation. Just him, throwing out a line, waiting to see if you’ll bite.

Your mind flashes back.

The explosion.

The way the air had split open with fire and noise.

The gun in his hands, steady, controlled, aimed at the car like it was nothing.

You can still see him standing there, jaw tight, muscles coiled, his expression unreadable. And now, this...

A text like it’s just any other night. Like he didn’t nearly kill someone...or maybe he did? But you don't want to thing about this too much.

You stare at the screen, fingers tapping against the phone. Play along? Shut him down? Ignore him? But before you can overthink it, your thumbs move on their own.

You: Are you okay?

You don’t even think before sending it. It just slips out. Because despite everything, despite what you saw, despite knowing what he is, something in you needs to ask, wants to know that he's save.

The reply comes fast.

Eric: Oh? You worried about me, princess?

You exhale, already regretting it.

You: Forget it.

Eric: Too late. I like it.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, but before you can respond, another message pops up.

Eric: How worried, exactly?

You: Not enough to boost your ego.

Eric: Liar.

Your breath catches.

Eric: Bet you’re lying in bed right now, thinking about me. Wondering what I’m doing. Maybe even missing me a little.

You roll your eyes, even as your pulse betrays you.

You: You’re delusional.

Eric: And yet, you’re still texting me.

Your stomach tightens.

He’s impossible. He always knows exactly what to say, exactly how to turn things in his favor.

You: Must be bored if you’re this desperate for attention.

Eric: Who says I’m bored? A pause.

Then—

Eric: Maybe I’m just hard.

A quick pulse of heat spreads through you. He’s not even trying to be subtle now.

You: Not my problem.

Eric: Could be.

Your fingers tighten around the phone.

You: Keep dreaming.

Eric: I do. You. On my lap. Tight little dress. No panties. Dripping for me.

Your breath catches. A rush of something dark, dangerous, and impossible to ignore floods through you.

You should end this. Right now. Before it goes any further. Before you let him get to you.

Your phone vibrates again. But this time, it’s not a message. It’s a photo.

You hesitate for half a second before tapping on it.

Eric, lying back on a couch.

One arm resting careless on the couch, the other disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. His zipper undone. Button open. His hand inside.

You can’t help but notice how hard he is.

The way his jeans cling to his hips, the bulge pressing against the fabric.

He’s confident, shameless and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Another message follows.

Eric: Can you help me with this?

Your fingers tighten around the phone. Heat crawls up your neck.

He’s shameless.

You: You seem to be managing just fine.

The typing bubble appears instantly.

Eric: I’d rather you use your hands. Your pulse stutters.

Another message pops up before you can process the first.

Eric: Or your mouth.

Your breath catches.

You stare at the screen, refusing to react, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

You: You should get some sleep.

Eric: Not tired.

You: Goodnight, Eric.

A few seconds later, another message pops up.

Eric: Just picture it—me here on the couch with you between my legs, my hands tangled in your hair, forcing you to look up at me as you kneel. Your lips lips, soft and eager, begging for my cock. I want to see you take me in... slow, deep, working me with your mouth, showing me how much you want it, how badly you need it. I want to feel you choke on my cock, your throat tightening as you take all of me, inch by inch. I’ll be watching you, desperate for you to show me just how far you’ll go for me...how much you want it.

The message sits there, taunting, heavy with the weight of what he’s saying. The words linger, burning into your screen, and for a moment, you can’t do anything but stare at them.

Then another message pops up

Eric: Sweet dreams, princess. Think of me.

Your screen goes dark. You drop the phone onto your bed, staring at the ceiling.

Like hell you will.

Your phone stays dark.

No more messages. No typing bubble. Nothing.

Eric doesn’t say anything else. And you don’t reply. But the words are still there. Lingering.

You stare at the ceiling, your heartbeat steady but not quite calm.

The silence in your room feels louder now, charged with something you don’t want to name.

You should just forget it. Push it away. But your mind won’t let you.

The image flashes behind your eyes, the way he looked in that picture, sprawled out, completely at ease, his hand inside his pants, hard.

The way he knew exactly what he was doing, exactly what effect it would have on you. And his words…

You swallow, shifting slightly, as if that will somehow shake the feeling off your skin.

It’s not just what he said. It’s how easy it was for him. How effortlessly he got into your head, made you picture you on your knees...his cock...made you feel it. Like he knew you would. Like he expected it.

Your fingers tighten around the blanket. You won’t give him that satisfaction. You won’t.

But then why does your body feel like it’s betraying you? Why does your skin feel hot, your stomach tight, the ghost of his voice still echoing—I want to see you take me in… slow, deep…

You exhale sharply, closing your eyes.

It doesn’t matter. It was just words. Just a game. And you’re not playing.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself when sleep finally pulls you under.

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The next few weeks slip by in a strange, tangled rhythm.

It starts with texts.

At first, it’s sporadic—messages from Eric at odd hours, slipping into your day, your night. Some filthy, some teasing, some completely normal, like the things he said that night never happened.

But he did.

And you remember them.

Then, the messages become frequent. He never holds back. He’s still cocky, still shameless, still pushing the line between teasing and temptation. Still saying things that make you hesitate, that make your fingers tighten around your phone before you decide whether to play along or ignore him.

But somewhere between the filth and the arrogance, there’s something else.

Longer conversations.

Moments that don’t feel like a game. Stories he tells you, pieces of himself that don’t belong to the version of him the world knows.

Like how he got his first tattoo at twelve. A shitty job done in someone’s living room, with cheap ink and a needle that hummed too loud. He never fixed it, even when he could.

Or how he used to steal his neighbor’s car before he even knew how to drive, speeding through the empty streets at night just to feel something, to prove to himself that he was untouchable.

Or how he hasn’t seen his mother in years. And doesn’t plan to.

And you tell him things, too. Not because you mean to, not because you trust him, but because somehow, between his usual cocky remarks and the way he turns every other message into something filthy, he makes you forget what he is.

For a little while.

But you never forget completely.

Because the news reminds you. You see it in headlines, in flashing images—two people trapped in a burning car. The explosion, the smoke, the bodies. The way they died, burning alive.

And you know. You just know.

Eric’s hand was in this.

And yet, hours later, your phone vibrates, and it’s him, acting like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t just ended two lives and God knows how many more. Like he’s still the same Eric who texts you about the coffee he just spilled, or the fight his friend got into at some club last night, or the new tattoo he’s thinking of getting.

It’s like living in two different realities.

And that’s why you keep saying no. Not directly, never directly. But you find excuses.

Every time he asks to meet up. Whether it’s a casual “Come get coffee with me” or something more dangerous, “Come over, I want to see you”, you always have a reason.

You’re busy.

You have plans already.

You’re too tired.

Maybe next time.

And you know he sees through it. You can feel that he knows you’re dodging him. But he never calls you out on it. He just keeps trying. Keeps acting like it’s only a matter of time.

And maybe it is.

Because no matter how much you tell yourself that staying away is the right thing, it’s getting harder to ignore the fact that you don’t want to.

That despite everything, you still reach for your phone the second you see his name.

That you still reread his messages too many times before replying.

That you still feel that pull. That dangerous, reckless pull toward him. And that scares you more than anything else.

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It’s late afternoon when Lily shows up at your place, knocking twice before pushing the door open like she always does.

She’s wearing a thick jacket over her hoodie, her hands tucked into the pockets, sign that the autumn is here. Her face lighting up the moment she sees you.

“Hey,” she says, kicking off her shoes. “What are you up to this weekend?”

You glance at her, shrugging. “Nothing, really.”

“Perfect.” She grins, walking straight to your couch and flopping down like she owns the place.

“So, listen. A bunch of people are going up to a cabin this weekend. Just hanging out, drinking, chilling for a couple of days. You should come with me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “A cabin”

“Yeah, a friend’s place. It’s nice, big, cozy, middle of the forest, all that. It’ll be fun. We haven’t done something like this in forever.” She stretches her legs out, looking at you expectantly, and you can already tell she’s not going to let this go.

You lean against the table, crossing your arms. It’s true, you haven’t hung out properly in a while. “Yeah. Why not?”

Lily’s face lights up. “Yes! Okay, good. We leave tomorrow afternoon. I’ll pick you up.” Just like that, it’s decided.

The next afternoon, you’re ready when Lily arrives. You chose something that sits perfectly between elegant and effortless—a fitted two-piece set, a sleek top that hugs your waist, paired with a long skirt that flows with every step. Knee-high boots complete the look, adding a subtle edge.

You even did your makeup, nothing over the top, just enough to enhance everything the right way.

Lily whistles the second she sees you. “Damn.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing your bag. She smirks, pushing the door open wider for you. “You look hot.”

You shake your head, following her out. As you slide into the passenger seat of her car, you catch yourself checking your reflection in the side mirror.

It’s not that you dressed up for anyone in particular. But still. A thought flickers through your mind before you push it away.

Lily turns up the music, grinning. “Let’s go.” And just like that, you’re on your way.

The air is cool and crisp as the car winds its way through the narrow roads that cut through the forest.

The trees are a mix of fiery reds, golden yellows, and deep oranges, their leaves falling gently, carpeting the ground in a rich tapestry of color.

The scent of damp earth and pine fills the car as Lily drives, her laughter light as she chats with you about everything and nothing at all.

The ride feels like a break from the tension you’ve been carrying, the one that always seems to sneak up when you think about Eric, or when you find yourself staring at your phone, reading his messages over and over.

When the car rounds the final bend, the cabin comes into view.

It’s tucked away deep in the forest, surrounded by tall, weathered trees that stand like silent sentinels. A lake nearby.

Lily parks the car, and you both make your way inside, your boots crunching on the fallen leaves as you walk up to the door.

The cabin’s large and sprawling, built from dark wood that gives it a sense of permanence.

The living room opens up as soon as you step inside, a vast space with an open kitchen, where the faint smell of sizzling food lingers in the air.

A few couches are scattered around, one facing a big flat-screen TV. Everything feels cozy, intimate, even though there are plenty of people around.

A group of friends, both guys and girls, chatting, laughing, and drinking. Music pulses through the space, upbeat but not too loud, just enough to fill the air with that buzz of excitement.

Downstairs, there are three rooms, and two bathrooms, but it’s upstairs that catches your eye. The wooden staircase, worn with time, leads up to a few more rooms, each with their own bathrooms, perfect for the large group that’s gathered here.

You can tell it’s been a well-loved retreat for friends to get together over the years, but there’s a feeling of anonymity here too. It feels like no one will notice if you disappear for a bit, slip away and lose yourself in the space between conversations. And you wonder which of Lily's friend owns it.

There’s a sort of quiet confidence that comes with being here, with the smell of wood and burning fire filling the space, and the warm glow of the lights inside the cabin.

You exchange greetings with a few familiar faces, your attention as you take in the scene.

There’s food, plates of chips, pizza, and a few bowls of mixed snacks that people are picking at between drinks.

The table is piled with alcohol, some whiskey, rum, and beer bottles dotting the space like a familiar comfort. There’s a quiet hum of a few joints being passed around too, but it doesn’t seem too out of place in the friendly chaos.

And then, just as your gaze sweeps across the group, you spot him.

Eric.

He’s leaning against one of the walls near the back, looking completely at ease.

His presence is undeniable, even among the lively group.

He’s talking to a few people but his eyes flicker in your direction for a split second, and you swear you catch him smirking.

His tattoos are visible now, a few of them peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt as he casually lounges, drink in hand.

You weren’t sure what you expected when you arrived here, but seeing him like this, amidst the chatter and laughter, as if he belongs here, like he’s one of the group makes your heart beat just a little faster.

For a moment, you hesitate.

The desire to approach him, to talk to him, is undeniable. But there’s also the part of you that wants to keep your distance, that knows what happens when the two of you are alone. It’s this pull, this tug-of-war between wanting him and knowing that you shouldn’t.

It’s easy to forget all the things that make Eric dangerous, all the things you’ve heard, when he’s just…here. With people around him.

And maybe that’s why, despite the knot of nervousness in your stomach, you can’t help but feel a small glimmer of excitement.

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You find your seat on the couch next to Lily, the air filled with chatter and laughter.

People are lounging, drinking, and nibbling on snacks, the atmosphere warm and easygoing. The conversation around you is easy, familiar.

You sip your drink, snack on whatever’s within reach, blending into the group as the night stretches on.

Laughter spills across the room, voices overlapping, the low thrum of music weaving through the air. But even as you talk, as you joke, as you listen to Lily ramble about something ridiculous, you feel it.

That pull.

Like a thread being tugged, reeling you in no matter how much you try to resist.

Every so often, your gaze drifts, across the table, across the room.

And every time, he’s already looking. It’s subtle. The way his eyes linger. The way his fingers tap lazily against his glass. The way he tilts his head slightly when you catch him staring, like he’s waiting for you to look away first.

You don’t.

At least, not right away. The alcohol makes it easier to hold his gaze.

At some point, the group shifts. A few people drift outside, curious about the lake. Someone makes a joke about taking a midnight swim, and soon enough, the energy follows, the crowd filtering through the open door.

The night air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine as you step outside with the others.

Laughter drifts through the cold, the energy still high, fueled by alcohol and reckless excitement. Someone’s already kicking off their shoes, daring the others to jump in.

You stay near the edge, arms folded against the chill, watching as the dark water ripples under the moonlight.

The cold bites at your skin, but you welcome it. It keeps your mind clear, keeps your thoughts from spiraling into places they shouldn’t.

And then, he’s there. You don’t need to look to know.

The warmth of his presence is unmistakable, even before he steps beside you, close enough that his shoulder nearly brushes yours.

Eric doesn’t say anything at first. Just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching the water with that same ease he always carries.

But you catch it, the small flicker of a smile at the corner of his lips, like he’s enjoying this. Enjoying the silence, the cold, the way your eyes keep flicking to him before you can stop yourself.

He tilts his head toward you. “You gonna jump in?”

You scoff, rubbing your arms. “In this? I’ll freeze.”

He hums, a soft chuckle under his breath. “Didn’t take you for a coward.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s called common sense.”

That small smirk deepens, and then, without warning, he reaches for you.

It’s not a sharp grab. Not something reckless or teasing. It’s soft. Easy. His fingers curling around your wrist, just enough to pull you forward a step.

And you let him.

The warmth of his touch spreads up your arm, sinking into your skin too fast, too deep. It’s so casual, like he’s done it a hundred times before. Like it’s nothing.

But when your eyes meet, when you feel the heat lingering between you, you know, it’s not nothing.

A shiver runs through you, and it has nothing to do with the cold. You glance at him, and for the first time tonight, his smile isn’t sharp, isn’t teasing. It’s soft. Genuine. And that’s when it hits you. Eric, the Eric you’ve been wary of, the one with the reputation, the sharp tongue, the dark smirks. He looks different right now.

There’s no danger in his expression. No arrogance, no taunting. Just this.

This quiet warmth, this easy amusement, this unspoken understanding that makes something tighten in your chest.

And that’s what scares you. Not the cold. Not the water.

Him.

Because if he can be like this, if he can look at you like this, then maybe—just maybe—falling for him wouldn’t feel so impossible.

And that?

That’s dangerous.

Eric doesn’t let go immediately. His thumb brushes over the inside of your wrist, slow, absentminded, before he finally releases you.

Your breath catches, and for a split second, you swear he notices. “You’d survive,” he murmurs, still watching you.

You swallow. “What?”

“The water,” he says, tilting his head toward it. “You’d survive.”

You exhale a laugh, shaking your head. “Not worth the risk.”

Eric leans in, just slightly, just enough that you catch the faintest scent of smoke and something undeniably him. “Scared?”

Your pulse kicks up, and it’s unfair, so unfair, how easy it is for him to make your stomach flip.

“I just don’t like being cold,” you mutter, looking away.

“I’d warm you up,” he murmurs again, softer this time, like it’s a promise. Your stomach twists. Your fingers curl at your sides. And just when you’re about to say something

You’re falling.

A sharp gasp rips from your throat as ice-cold water crashes around you.

Your body hits the lake, the freezing shock stealing the air from your lungs, your hands flailing for balance as the darkness of the water swallows you whole.

It takes you a second to surface, hair dripping, breath ragged, absolute disbelief shooting through you as you wipe the water from your face.

That bastard.

He’s standing at the edge of the dock, watching you with a devilish smirk, hands still in his pockets, completely unbothered.

“Oh, you’re so dead,” you manage between chattering teeth, your voice a mix of fury and laughter.

Eric tilts his head, feigning innocence. “I told you, you’d survive.”

“Eric—”

And then he jumps.

The splash is loud, water surging as he dives in, and suddenly, he’s right there, right in front of you, emerging from the lake with a shake of his head, droplets catching in the dim light.

You barely have time to react before his hands find your waist and pull you toward him.

A small gasp leaves your lips as your chest brushes against his, his wet skin burning hot despite the freezing water.

His fingers tighten, holding you steady, his grip firm but not forceful, just enough to make you feel him.

“You were saying?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing, dangerously close.

You can feel his breath against your lips. Can see the droplets sliding down his jaw, his throat, disappearing into the soaked fabric of his shirt.

Your hands instinctively find his shoulders, your pulse out of control. “You’re an asshole,” you whisper, but there’s no venom behind it, just breathlessness.

His smirk softens into something else. Something slower. Something warmer.

And then he pulls you in closer.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your arms clutching his shoulders, your soaked clothes clinging to both of you as he steadies you against him.

His hands, strong, warm even in the freezing water are gripping your thighs, keeping you securely against him.

Your pulse pounds. His breath brushes against your cheek, his wet skin hot against yours despite the chill, every inch of you aware of the way your bodies fit together.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice lower now, slower, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

You should pull back.

You should say something sharp, something to deflect the way your stomach flips at the way he’s looking at you.

But you don’t.

You just stare at him, your lips parting, your heart hammering against your ribs.

There’s no distance left between you. His hands slide up your thighs, slow, teasing, his thumbs brushing against the wet fabric clinging to your skin.

His gaze flickers to your lips, lingers there, dark, intent.

For a second, nothing else exists.

Just him.

Just you.

Just the way the world feels like it’s tilting when he leans in, so close, so close you can feel the heat of his mouth against yours, the tip of his nose brushing yours

“Yo! You guys making out in there or what?” The voice shatters the moment like glass.

You freeze.

Eric’s grip on you tightens, like he’s resisting the urge to turn around and murder whoever just spoke.

Laughter erupts from the dock. Someone whistles. Someone else yells something about how they’re definitely flirting. Heat floods your cheeks.

Eric doesn’t let go of you immediately. He just lets out a sharp exhale, his forehead dropping against yours for the briefest second, like he’s trying to compose himself, like he’s trying to fight the same war you are.

And then—his smirk returns. “Guess that’s our cue,” he mutters.

With an infuriating amount of ease, he lifts you, adjusting his grip before wading back toward the dock.

His hands don’t move from your thighs, his grip still firm, still possessive.

He only sets you down once the water is at his waist, making sure you’re steady before he finally releases you.

You miss the weight of his hands immediately.

The moment you step onto the dock, someone throws a towel at you, laughing as you wrap it around yourself, still shaken from what almost happened.

Eric, of course, looks completely unbothered, running a hand through his wet hair before reaching for his own towel.

But just as you’re about to wrap yourself tighter in yours, he does something that makes your breath catch.

He pulls off his shirt.

The ink is covering his chest, his arms, his stomach. Every time you see him like this, it does something to you.

It’s not just the way they look on him, not just the dark, intricate designs that make him seem even more untouchable, it’s the way they feel like a part of him. Like a story written across his skin that you desperately want to understand.

And then he walks past you.

You catch it this time, on his shoulder, the inked letters of a name.

A woman’s name.

You don’t see it clearly, but you see enough. Enough to realize it’s not just another meaningless piece of ink. Enough to know it belongs to someone.

Someone important.

Who?

The question settles in your mind before you can stop it.

Who is she? What does she mean to him? Why does he have her name carved into his skin forever?

The thought lingers, even as you try to shake it off. Even as you tell yourself it doesn’t matter.

But as Eric slings his towel over his shoulder, his tattoos on full display, as he throws you one last knowing glance before heading back inside.

You realize it’s already in your head. And it’s not leaving anytime soon.

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Here is Part one / Part Two

@paraficwriterThis part three it's up.

This part is not edited yet, I will come back later to check for mistakes. There are still two parts left, although I'm really trying to put everything into one, but the parts end up being too long. I hope you like it. I will probably publish the other part today or tomorrow as well (I already wrote quite a lot because I thought I would integrate it here, but then I saw the word count and didn't want to make this part too long). Enjoy this, something very steamy is up next.

[gayerthebetter]

Ok I never really talk about stuff like this but I feel like I should because this is quickly getting out of hand.

First thing first....

You don't have to buy anything you don't want, I can understand if you don't want to miss out on watching the show with everyone but (and I'm sure some if not most don't know this) the show will 100% come to youtube and we as a fandom will all get together and watch it then as well just like we did with WAD. Any bits just for the live paid showing will 100% be on tiktok or youtube or something else because someone will repost it. All you will miss is just one showing just like not everyone could see every showing on the tour. That doesn't make you any less of a fan and a lot of people for one thing or another will be with you (Like me)

It's ok for there to be a paid showing, again there will be a free one soon enough so anyone who wants to pay to see it sooner or get some things as well is 100% in their right to do that, it won't hurt anyone that doesn't want to pay and well that's that really it's not something deep to hate dan and phil over, in fact it's just a way to take their shows and try and pay off the recording so they can make it free on youtube.

Tours like TATINOF and II recordings were done with the help of youtube and the BBC but that also meant that they will always have some kind of paywall around them, but shows like WAD and TIT go behind a paywall for a few weeks and then they become free forever.

I know the idea of that may seem like a dick move because they could make it free on youtube right away and we could just watch ads but blockers are a thing and things like what happened with WAD can happen again, also it's never a bad idea to try and make as much as you can with something no matter who you are. Artists will create one artwork and put it on tops posters or even cups, I have seen them post on redbubble as well as have their own shop because you should always try and make the most out of something that's just good business.

Now the hidden fees and the mess with the payments is something to be mad/upset about and phil did post on twitter about refunds and I seen a lot of people get full refunds by messaging/emailing about the hidden fees. Tbh I have no idea why this had happened because WAD didn't have any hidden fees but I really don't think that dan and phil are trying to get one over on us, most likely it's the site that did the hidden fees and they ducking suck for it.

(also really quick but saying awful things about them because of this is just... a lot and something I think you should all think about more closely, there being mad about something like hidden fees and there saying that dan joking with a fan (who started the joke by saying they were going to miss work to watch) about missing work to watch makes him in some way evil or that he wants everyone to miss work just to pay him... he doesn't he was just joking, he made the same kind of joke when someone said they were with their boyfriend and couldn't watch a new gaming vid (something free) and dan told them to put it on anyway. It's just a joke and no one is really making you do anything and when you take something so clearly a joke to the point where you say it makes you sick to look at dan well I did a big post about that and how it goes into why I think one of the songs from the preshow playlist was picked.

[a-d-nox]

pac/pap: rainbow road - where are you on your journey? what must you overcome? what's the final destination?

about a year ago we did a similar PAC - consider this a check up on your journey! take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

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pile one

you’re in this phase of questioning your stability, legacy, or long-term security (10h themes). this could mean you're primarily focused on financial concerns, family tensions (particularly with masculine figures), and/or feels that traditional paths aren’t working for you. you might need to redefine your success on your own terms, break away from expectations, and/or face a temporary setbacks without fear of setbacks.

you might be overcoming procrastination, self-doubt, and/or a lack of follow-through when it comes to your goals. you may have a tendency to get distracted, feel unmotivated, and/or struggle with discipline when it comes to your long-term plans/planning. this could be related to finances, career ambitions, and/or personal development - perhaps you tend to start things with excitement but find it hard to stay committed.

your final destination suggests a journey of learning to release control, surrender to the flow, and find inner alignment before pushing forward. your path may not be about forcefully charging ahead, but rather it's about overcoming internal obstacles - such as self-doubt, lack of direction, and/or having conflicting desires.

pile 2

you’re in a phase of holding on - it could be anything like finances, security, emotions, control, etc. you might have the urge to protect what you have, whether that’s material resources, personal boundaries, and/or emotional investments. your reluctance to let go of something (or someone) could very well be a fear of change.

you must overcome impulsiveness, recklessness, and/or the tendency to charge ahead without considering all the consequences. you may be driven by intense ambition or strong opinions, but this energy can sometimes lead to burnout, conflict, and/or missed details.

your final destination at this moment is deep self-reflection, breaking free from your self-doubt, and learning to trust your inner voice / intuition once more. you might be struggling with fully embracing your purpose and/or answering your intuition due to fear, uncertainty, and/or unresolved past issues.

pile 3

you’re in this phase of emotional exploration, creativity, and openness. it's a period of curiosity, new beginnings in love (not just romantic) and/or self-expression, and embracing a more intuitive side of yourself. you might receive messages from your subconscious, or feeling drawn to creative pursuits, OR find yourself experiencing a sense of wonder in your relationships or regarding personal growth (you have come a very long way).

you might be holding onto a need for external validation, stability, and/or find yourself celebrating prematurely. you could indicate a resistance to change because of your comfort with what is most familiar to you or you may fear disruptions in your life.

your final destination aligns with becoming self-reliance, learning to trust your own abilities, and breaking free from unhelpful dynamics (getting some family vibes for a majority of you). it may indicate a path where you move away from relying on external validation, teamwork (gotta do your own thing upcoming), and/or traditional structures. you will instead forge your own path - even if that means doing things differently or alone.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

A race for love p.24

Hii guyss, I hope you enjoy this part. If you've missed part 23 or the other parts you can find them on my masterlist :)

Formula 1 is all about speed, but in this story, the real race isn't just on the track. Read on to find out who will win the ultimate race-for your heart

The knock on your dorm room door startled you. Dropping your bag by the desk, you hurried over and opened it to see Oliver standing there, his familiar grin spreading across his face.

"Ollie!" you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him.

"Hey," he said, hugging you back tightly. "Good to see you too."

You stepped back and ushered him inside, where he immediately scanned your dorm room. His gaze lingered on the photo of you and Franco on the desk, but he said nothing, opting to settle on your small couch instead.

"So," he began, leaning back, "how's university life treating you?"

"Busy but good," you said, taking a seat across from him. "It's different, for sure, but I'm enjoying it. How about you? How's everything with the team?"

"Same old, same old," he replied with a shrug. "Though it's been quieter without you around to, you know, annoy us."

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "You're so dramatic."

His smirk faded slightly as he added, "But seriously, how are you? Everything okay?"

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to bring it up. "Actually... remember those weird messages I got?"

Oliver's relaxed posture stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah. Did something else happen?"

You shook your head. "No, nothing recently. But... I found out who it was."

"Who?" he asked sharply.

You sighed. "It was someone from Franco's past. Someone he was... involved with before we started dating. He didn't tell me her name because he didn't want me to worry, but he said it's over. He blocked her, and I haven't gotten any more messages. So I think she's moved on."

Oliver frowned, his jaw tightening. "And you believe him?"

"Yes," you said firmly. "He's been honest with me about everything. He didn't have to tell me about her at all, but he did. I trust him."

Oliver leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I don't like this, Y/N. Not one bit. If this girl was messaging you, it means she's not over him, no matter what Franco says. And if he was  hiding her from you, who knows what else he's not telling you?"

"Come on, Ollie," you said softly. "I know you're just trying to protect me, but Franco wouldn't lie to me. He's done everything he can to make me feel safe and loved."

Oliver didn't look convinced. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his brows knit together. "I don't trust him," he muttered.

You reached out and touched his arm. "It means a lot that you care, Ollie. You're like a brother to me."

He stiffened at your words, his gaze darting away from yours. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself. Instead, he forced a smile and leaned back.

"Yeah," he said, his voice quieter. "Brother."

To lighten the mood, you asked, "What about you? Anyone special in your life?"

Oliver's ears turned pink, and he immediately rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, no. Not really."

"Really?" you teased, leaning forward. "Why are you blushing then?"

"I'm not blushing," he shot back, clearly flustered. "And even if there was someone, I wouldn't tell you."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Fine, keep your secrets. But I'll find out eventually."

Oliver quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, have you heard about the dinner they're doing for the F2 drivers and their partners next month?"

You nodded. "I have. Franco invited me, so I guess I'll see you there."

He blinked in surprise. "You're coming?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

He shrugged, his lips curving into a small smile. "I guess I just didn't expect to see you there. But it'll be nice to catch up more. You know, without Franco around."

"I'll make time for you, Ollie," you promised with a grin.

The two of you spent the next hour reminiscing about old times in the paddock. Oliver shared funny stories about his teammates, and you told him about your classes and how much you missed everyone. Despite the tension earlier, the conversation flowed easily, and you felt comforted by his presence.

As he got up to leave, he hesitated by the door. "Take care of yourself, alright? And if anything weird happens with... her, call me. Promise?"

"I promise," you said, touched by his concern. "Thanks, Ollie."

He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. As he walked down the hallway, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more he wanted to say. Still, you were grateful for his friendship and knew he'd always have your back, no matter what.

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[uceyliyahh]

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

summary: Miyori and Jey were in a relationship for three years until she saw him laid up with another girl that wasn’t her and it broke her heart so she decided block him on everything and focus on her career until she gets a text message from him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4964

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Miyori

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖘

JEY I was on the tour bus, trying to relax, but I couldn't help but miss Miyori. We had shared so many wonderful moments together, and her leaving for work left me feeling down. The thought of going back to long distance brought back memories of our previous experience with it four years ago, and it was hard not to feel a sense of sadness.

FLASHBACK - JEY 2022 I found myself at the club, feeling quite inebriated as I sank into the sofa, letting the effects of the alcohol wash over me. My thoughts kept drifting to my girl Miyori, who I missed dearly back home. She chose not to join me on this tour because of her job, and while it was tough for me, I completely understood her decision.

As I opened my eyes, I heard someone calling my name. I saw Trick and Melo with a girl who was quite attractive, but I still thought Miyori was the one who stood out the most.

"Yo! Uce, what's Hannin dawg we wanted to introduce you to Jaida she's new on the NXT roster." Melo said.

I quickly reached out to shake her hand, leaning back in my seat as I took in her presence, glancing up and down at her. She settled beside me, while Melo and Trick exchanged knowing smirks.

"I can see that she is getting comfortable with you, so we finna head towards the bar." He said as him and Trick left leaving me and her alone together.

She started to slide her hand along my thigh, surprising me as I gently pushed her hand away.

"I got a lady back home might wanna chill." I said as she smirked at me.

"Where is she I don't see her?" Jaida said softly.

"She's at home right now so imma need you to back up for real shawty."

She let her hand glide down my thigh, moving slowly toward my groin, making me swallow hard. Then, she gently cupped my chin, pressing her lips to mine before she began to speak.

"I can treat you so much better than her you know?"

The effects of the alcohol were settling in as I arched an eyebrow at her, a playful smirk spreading across my lips. "oh? Really?"

She nodded gently, pressing another tender kiss against my lips, which prompted me to pull her onto my lap as our kiss deepened, our tongues playfully vying for control.

I know this was a huge mistake, and I feel terrible about it. The alcohol clouded my judgment, and I didn't even think about Miyori while I was acting this way.

We broke the kiss, gazing into each other's eyes, which were brimming with desire. I lifted her by the thighs, carrying her out of the club.

As I heard Melo and Trick say something in the distance.

"I knew he couldn't resist I mean look at her she's way better than his girl back at home." Trick said.

"Yeah, I mean his girl back at home is bad but not as bad as Jaida." Melo replied seeing the two leaving out the door.

FLASHBACK OVER.

That night is something I truly regret. When I woke up the next morning and saw Jaida in bed with me, it sent me into a panic, especially with the terrible headache I had. To make matters worse, I saw a post on The Shade Room about me and Jaida leaving the club together. Then I received a text from Miyori saying she was done with me, and it felt like my heart was shattered.

I realized I had made a significant mistake when I stopped hearing from her. It was tough to see her move on and start dating an actor; it felt like everyone was talking about it. I was frustrated with myself for getting involved with someone I barely knew, especially when it felt like my friends were treating her like an object rather than a person.

I’m really glad to have her back in my life; that’s what truly counts. I put in a lot of effort to regain her trust after my foolish choices when I was drinking. I’ve learned from my mistakes, and I promise it won’t happen again.

I was lying on the couch, engrossed in a YouTube video on my phone, when I noticed Jaida coming over. I didn’t even glance up at her; I just kept watching the video, feeling overwhelmed and not ready to handle whatever she wanted to discuss.

"Jey? Hello you hear me talking to you." Jaida said as she waved her hands in my face.

I glanced up at her, my lips pursed in a playful gesture, but I noticed her expression was one of disappointment. Still, I couldn't bring myself to care much about it..

"What'chu want Jaida?" I asked.

"Want I want is for us to work out again like c'mon you can't be really serious about getting back with her right?" I just gave her a bland look knowing damn well that Miyori and I were starting fresh.

"Why are you over pressin' me for? I told you—you and me are done Jaida there's nothing more I can say to that you knew what'chu did." I was just about to return to my YouTube video when I felt Jaida climb on top of me, straddling me gently. She started to plant soft kisses along my jawline and face, capturing my full attention.

I was able to push her away while looking at her as if she had lost her mind, fully aware that I wanted no part in her chaos, especially with the media eagerly searching for any scandal to exploit.

"Yo! The fuck is yo' problem Jaida?" I scolded her.

"You aren't leaving me for some bitch! You knew what you wanted the day we met at the club!"

"That was a fucking mistake! I was drunk and yo' little homeboys just threw you at me like a piece of fucking meat knowing I had a girl back at home!" I noticed Jimmy and Trin approaching the tour bus as we were exchanging words, drawn in by the noise we were making.

They both witnessed another argument between me and Jaida regarding our situation. I keep reminding her that I'm with Miyori now, and that's what truly matters.

"What does she have that I don't have huh?!" She shouted pushing me on my chest.

I placed my phone in my pocket while shaking my head feeling a smirk appearing on my face.

"She has everything that you don't even qualify for, she takes care of me, cooks me food whenever I'm on the road or at home, she shows me affection anything you can think of Miyori's got it fasho unlike you." I bragged standing there with my arms folded over my chest. "And I deeply regretted cheating on her with someone like you."

I noticed her expression shift from anger to sadness as she packed her belongings. Honestly, I wasn't too concerned about it; I would much prefer having Miyori on tour with me instead of Jaida. Jaida has been quite a challenge throughout this entire tour, and I can't help but wish that Miyori were here by my side.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, I saw a message from Miyori. A smile spread across my face as I read her text, and I couldn't help but feel happy for a moment.

Mimi💓 sent a message

Mimi💓: Hiiii Papa I miss you 🥺

iMessage 💬 Joshua🖤: Hey Baby girl I miss you too Mimi💓: wydd Joshua🖤: I just got done arguing with Jaida and imma tell you this now so you won't find out later from someone else but she got on top of me and started kissing me but I immediately pushed her away when she did that Mimi💓: good I'm glad you did that instead of folding Joshua🖤: mmcht see there you go the woman I would be on my knees for is you Mamas don't play Mimi💓: I would be on my knees too Joshua🖤: you'll be on yo' knees alright Mimi💓: OMFG you freaky ass dog but fr when is you coming home? Joshua🖤: my fault 😭 but I should be coming home after this tour is over with hell might have a day off or two before then Mimi💓: ughhh it's taking forever Papa Joshua🖤: whatchu want mamas? Mimi💓: I don't want anything I'm just saying Joshua🖤: you sound frustrated baby girl Mimi💓: Joshua I'm not... Joshua🖤: I know you too well Mimi Mimi💓: oh? really? then tell me what's wrong with me then Mr Fatu? Joshua🖤: you're horny and going through your ovulation process. Mimi💓: .... Joshua🖤: am I correct? Mimi💓: yesss I'm so fucking horny right now and you aren't even here to help me Joshua🖤: that's why I begged you to stay so I could but I understand you have work to do Mimi💓: are you going to be busy later on? Joshua🖤: nah mamas I'm free after tonight why? Mimi💓: maybe we could sleep over the phone tonight on FaceTime I just miss you Joshua🖤: you miss me? Or this dick? Mimi💓: if I say both would you be mad? Joshua🖤: hell nah baby girl you know when I see you again you can take whatever you need from me aight? Mimi💓: okay but I gotta get back to work got clients to talk to I'll call you later Joshua🖤: aight then mamas I love you ❤️ Mimi💓: love you more 🫶🏽

I glanced up after messaging Miyori and realized that Jaida had already left the tour bus, leaving the room feeling so empty. I stepped inside, climbed onto the bed, and found myself wishing it was me and Miyori sharing this space together at that moment.

"Did y'all two break up or what?" Jimmy asked leaning against the door.

"Yeah, I told her what it was between me and Mimi Uce, I'm glad she's gone she was starting to become annoying." I replied while sitting up in the bed.

"A'ight well that's one person who you don't gotta deal with, then what about Mimi's ex boyfriend Aaron?" I raised an eyebrow at him with a a confused expression on my face. "What about him?"

"I'm just saying he's out there where Mimi stay at and he could just show up at her job messing with her about all of this." He said,  My brother was right when he said that her ex could appear at any time, just as I had warned her before. It really bothered me that he could put his hands on her whenever he pleased, especially since I wasn't there to protect her. I truly didn't like that situation at all.

"I told her that but she was begging me not to book a flight to handle his ass saying she could handle it herself."

"Well if he does show up and puts his hands on her again just gon' ahead and book a flight I'm just saying you gotta protect yo' girl." I completely understand, but given that we're currently in a long-distance situation, it will be challenging to shield her from someone like him. "I hear you Uce, I hear you."

☞ MIYORI As I wrapped up my final appointment of the day, I took a moment to tidy my desk, ensuring that everything was organized for tomorrow. I wanted to avoid a chaotic start with files strewn everywhere. Just as I was focused on this task, I heard a gentle knock on my door. Looking up, I saw Kelly's cheerful face peeking in, a warm smile lighting up her expression.

"Hey, girl what's up?" I inquired as I gathered my belongings before finishing my shift, noticing Kelly taking out a bouquet of flowers.

I lifted an eyebrow as she approached me, carrying the flowers. "these are for you and there's a note on it by the way." She said.

I took the flowers from her hands; they weren't my top choice, but they were quite charming. I also picked up the note attached to the stick and read it thoroughly and with care.

'I want us to go out for dinner tonight and have a discussion about some things that don't sit right with me you can meet me at our usual spot where we go for dinner.' - From Aaron

I let out a deep sigh and rolled my eyes as I tossed the flowers and the card into the trash can. I noticed Kelly watching me, her face filled with concern.

"What happened Mimi?"

I shook my head, "it's just from Aaron he wants to see me to "discuss" some things with me that he didn't like." I replied while placing my purse over my shoulders giving Kelly a hug.

"I don't think you should go knowing what he did to you last time especially since Joshua isn't around at the moment."

I understood her feelings and found myself unsure about how to approach the situation with him. Perhaps I should suggest to Jey that he book a flight to visit, but I hesitated, not wanting to impose on him. So, I decided to manage things on my own for now, while keeping him in mind as a possible support.

As I made my way to the car parked outside the building, I switched off the light in my office. I opened the door, tossed my purse onto the passenger seat, and settled into my car.

I found myself torn between two choices: whether to go ahead on my own or to inform Jey in advance about this. Ultimately, I believe it's better to choose the second option. Since we’re in this together, I feel there shouldn’t be any secrets between us.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: Papa? Joshua🖤: what's up baby girl? Mimi💓: imma need you to book a flight down here Joshua🖤: is something wrong mamas? Mimi💓: Aaron wants me to come see him for dinner to discuss some things and I'm scared to be alone with him I just need you here if you could Joshua🖤: don't go just go home there's nothing for yall to discuss imma be there Mimi💓: I know you're very busy but I'm just scared Josh Joshua🖤: don't worry so much Mimi imma be there fasho just go home and lock the door okay? Mimi💓: aight then papa I love you so much Joshua🖤: I love you too

As I started my car, I tucked my phone into my purse, taking a moment to check that the coast was clear behind me before backing out of the parking lot and heading home for the day.

I arrived home safely and parked my car in the driveway. As I took my keys and purse from the passenger seat, I felt the need to glance around, ensuring that Aaron wasn’t nearby. With that reassurance, I made my way up the steps toward the front door.

My hands trembled uncontrollably as I finally managed to push the door open, quickly slamming it shut behind me. In the front room, I caught sight of Jasmine, her expression filled with concern as she looked at me.

"Bestie what's wrong? You look puzzled did something happen?" Jasmine asked.

"Aaron wants me to come see him for dinner tonight to "discuss" some things with him but I'm scared he might put his hands on me bestie." I said while sitting down on the couch.

"What?! Girl does Josh know about this?" She asked as I nodded my head. "I told him to book a flight to come just in case it does happen."

I barely had a chance to speak when I felt my phone vibrating in my purse. Jasmine quickly pulled it out and showed me the screen—it was Aaron calling. A wave of panic washed over me as I saw his name flash on the caller ID, leaving me unsure of how to respond.

"Don't answer it Mimi please don't answer it." She begged me.

I chose not to answer the call right away, but he called again, which frightened me. I found myself praying and hoping that Jey would arrive soon to keep me safe from him.

Once my phone went silent, a soft ding caught my attention. I quickly reached for my phone and noticed a text message from Aaron.

Pumpkin 🧡 sent two messages

Pumpkin🧡: don't be like this Miyori you know Jey is just going to cheat on you again

Pumpkin🧡: you can't be that stupid right? You might as well just be with me

I was in disbelief at what I was witnessing. Was this man really out of his mind? Did he honestly think I would return to him after everything? Yet, his words were gnawing at me. What if Jey really did betray me again? Would I be foolish once more for someone who had already broken my trust?

I managed to push that feeling aside, convinced he wouldn’t hurt me like that again. I was uncertain about replying to his messages; they felt so unsettling. Then, my phone buzzed once more.

Pumpkin🧡:  C'mon Baby you know I am right c'mere and bring yo ass outside

I glanced at the message once more, trying to wrap my head around it. He was actually here? All this time? I turned to Jasmine, then back to my phone, feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next.

"I'm here for you bestie I promise I'm not letting you go through this alone."

"I'm fucking scared Jaz like for real, this man is fucking crazy and delusional as hell." I responded seeing a message from Jey popping up on my screen.

Joshua🖤 sent a message

Joshua🖤: I'm otw mamas don't worry aight?

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I read the message, knowing that Jey was on his way to rescue me from this unpredictable man. I still can’t believe I ever dated him; I never saw the signs of his craziness.

We could hear the door slamming, and it was clear that it was Aaron on the other side, frantically pounding on it. His voice rang out, urging us to let him in before he resorted to kicking the door down.

"Miyori! Come open this fucking door!" Aaron shouted while kicking his foot into the door.

"Fucking leave Aaron! I'm not dealing with you about this! I already made my decision!" I shouted back as I was behind Jasmine.

"You're just a stupid bitch! You think he's really going to love on you again?! He's literally goin to cheat on you! Again!" I wasn't ready to listen—I really didn't want to hear any of this. I understand Jey; I know he made mistakes, but he has shown me that he can win my heart back once more.

I pressed my hands against my ears, trying to block out any words that might hurt me. My love for Jey was as deep as his love for me, and I knew he would do anything for my sake. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and Jasmine and I screamed as we saw him standing there, a smirk playing on his lips.

Jasmine stood firm, positioning herself protectively in front of me as Aaron approached, attempting to pull me away from her. "You might wanna back up Aaron, you're being crazy right now." He just chuckled at her darkly while tilting his head at her.

"I'm not acting crazy I just want her to know what's she's missing dealing with a nigga that cheated on her."

"But YOU cheated on her too so what makes you think that you're better than Joshua?" Jasmine argued back shoving him slightly.

In an instant, he pushed Jasmine to the ground and seized my hair, causing me to cry out in pain as I struggled to break free. He pulled my hair back sharply, forcing me to meet his threatening gaze, and it was clear he was not joking around.

"You know maybe if you were good in the bed and not be in your head a lot we could've stay together but now you're with your ex that would probably cheat on you again." He said.

"Fuck you! You fucking asshole!" I barked while spitting in his face.

He struck me hard across the face, gripping my hair tightly as I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. With a cruel laugh, he hit me again, and in that moment, I desperately wished for Jey to arrive. I wasn't sure how much more I could endure.

"Look at you princess so pretty when you cry, c'mon cry some more for me." His voice was deep and resonant, sending a shiver down my spine.

As soon as he reached for me again, I collapsed to the ground, my eyes catching sight of another figure forcefully bringing Aaron down. But with each passing moment, my vision blurred, and I could feel my heart racing wildly, as if it might burst from my chest.

I found it hard to breathe, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the walls were closing in on me. I gasped for air, watching the room spin around me, and then suddenly, I collapsed to the floor, and everything went dark.

The final sound that reached my ears was Jasmine's frantic voice, desperately calling my name and shaking me with urgency, begging me to wake up. After that, everything went silent.

☞

JEY As I lay in bed, holding Miyori close while she peacefully slept against my chest, I gently stroked her face. My heart ached as I noticed the mark left by someone else's hand, a painful reminder of the hurt she had endured. It filled me with anger to think that someone could do this to her, all because she chose to be with me again. She deserved so much better.

As I examined my knuckles, now swollen and bruised, I realized it had been too long since I had to fight for someone I cared about so deeply. I felt a sense of relief that I arrived just in time to prevent things from escalating further. When she fell to the ground, a wave of fear washed over me. I noticed Jasmine desperately trying to rouse her, but her efforts were in vain.

Aaron had shoved me away and dashed off, leaving me to refocus on Miyori and her situation. I informed Jasmine that we would be staying at a hotel for the time being, and now here we are.

I noticed my phone buzzing with a call from Jimmy, and as I picked it up, I felt a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

OTP Twin📌: aye man I heard what happened from Jasmine is Mimi good? Jey📌: yeah she good she's just sleeping right now Twin📌: you managed to beat ol' dude ass or what? Jey📌: yeah I did but not enough but his bitch ass ran away before I could do anymore damage Twin📌: damn don't worry tho we gon catch him fasho Jey📌: yeah I hear you Uce Twin📌: so whatchu gonna do now since ol' dude running around knowing where she work and stay ? Jey📌: I'm thinking about bringing her on the road with us until the cost is clear because ion want nun else happening to her you know? Twin📌: I mean yeah since Jaida is gone and yall can have the bedroom together. Jey📌: but I don't know if she'll do that Twin📌: just ask whenever she wakes up just talk to her about it. Jey📌: imma talk to her when she wakes up Twin📌: if she does say yes you gon make sure she's covered? Jey📌: mmcht you know imma take care of her while we are on tour she may not like it because she likes to be miss independent but imma do it regardless Twin📌: aight just making sure but imma let you go I'll see yall tmr then? Jey📌: yeah Twin📌: aight Jey📌: aight

CALLED ENDED

I set the phone down on the small dresser beside the bed, glancing back at Miyori, who was sleeping soundly and snoring softly. A smile crept across my face as I watched her.

I gently ran my thumb along her lips, savoring their softness. As I leaned in to place a tender kiss on her mouth, I noticed her eyes slowly fluttering open, meeting mine with a warm, chocolate gaze.

I looked down at her with a warm smile, gently stroking her cheeks before lifting her chin with my hands. I leaned in to place another tender kiss on her lips, and I felt her respond to the moment.

"Hey, sleepy head, I see that you're awake." I said softly hearing her chuckle at me.

"How long was I out for?" Miyori asked.

"You was out for about like an hour or two." She gave me a nod, her fingers gently gliding over my tattooed chest as she admired the intricate designs of my tribal tattoos.

As my hand glided gently along her back, I traced soft circles, offering her comfort. I could feel her body easing into my touch, and the silence enveloped us. It was in this quiet that I found solace, allowing us to savor this shared moment without the need for words. "I thought you wasn't going to come and save me." She said.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "of course I was coming baby girl I didn't want nothing happening to you Mimi."

I could sense her shifting above me, positioning herself in a way that made me sit up against the headboard. My hands found their way to her hips, holding on tightly, while I felt her arms wrap around my neck.

"I'm glad you came."

"Me too, Ma that's why I need to talk to you about this."

She tilted her head a bit, a look of confusion crossing her face as I softly pressed my lips against her neck. "I want you to come with me on tour Ma, that way he won't be able to put his hands on you ever again and I'll make sure that you're covered." Miyori gazed at me with hesitation, torn between her responsibilities and the need for support. I understood her struggle; this was the only way I could shield her, even from a distance, as she faced this challenge on her own.

"Look I know how you feel about leaving your job and being up underneath me all the time, I promise you imma take care of you mamas I mean that shit."

"What if you get tired of me Josh? How am I supposed to know that we are good? Or how your demeanor changes?" She responded gently as I pressed another tender kiss against her neck. "I'll let you know mamas, I'm tryna do better for you and for us I want this to work." I softly placed kisses along her jawline, locking eyes with her as I watched her surrender to the sensations of my touch.

I could feel her hands gently pulling at my hair, and a soft groan slipped from my lips, a clear sign of my enjoyment. I moved my lips from her jawline to her own, playfully pinning her down on the bed as I intertwined our fingers together.

She raised her hips, giving me a clear signal to remove her shorts and delicate lace panties. As I did, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked, stirring a strong desire within me to explore further, but I held back for the moment.

I got between her thighs making her feel what she had done to me while she looked at me innocently as her hands with playing in my mullet.

"Look whatchu did to me baby girl." I whispered softly.

"I did this Papa? I gotchu all riled up for me huh?" She whispered back placing a kiss on my lips causing me to smirk.

"Mhm, you know just how to get me there mamas." With that she was tugging on my waistband begging me to take my grey sweats off for her while I shook my head causing her to pout. "Un-Un, lemme' take care of you first then you'll get whatever you want you hear me?" Miyori nodded her head obeying me while my face went between her legs.

I began massaging her pussy in slow circular motion as she arched her back by my touch, she felt so wet and all I did was place kisses down her body and she was soaked, I sticked two fingers inside of her slowly pumping them in and out hearing her sweet moans escaping her pretty lips.

"F-fuck..." she whimpered softly gazing down at me.

"look at you mamas, so fucking wet for me."

"J-Josh...Please..." I love it when she begs for me she knows who is in control this time. "What's up Ma? What'chu want huh? talk to me."

I sped up my pace with my fingers causing her to roll her eyes in the back of her head watching her lose consciousness gripping onto my biceps.

"Please...please...fuck me daddy please."

I smiled at her pulling my fingers out of her kissing her lips.

"See was that so hard huh? C'mere so I can take care of you mamas."

Me and her made love for the rest of the night with her screaming from the top of her us probably the neighbors could hear us and with me whispering nasty and vulgar things in her ear just to get her off before I did seeing the mess that she was making on me.

She was making those puppy eyes that just turned me on even more knowing that she was trying to get away from this shit giving her that reassurance.

"I know, I know, mamas keep taking it for me aight? There you baby girl...fuck." I whispered softly in her ear while hearing her whimpering.

In the heat of the moment, we completely missed the sound of her phone buzzing, the flash indicating she had received a message. It felt like something to address later, so we chose to focus on what was happening right then.

Pumpkin 🧡 sent a message

Pumpkin🧡: I see that you got your fucking mutt to save you but I promise you he won't save you after I'm done with his ass I promise you that.

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

A/n: Well Jey and Aaron have finally met will Jey be able to protect her from Aaron?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

STAY UCEY.

[morrigan-sims]

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[tardis--dreams]

Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care

[nomaishuttle]

the way i balance staying true to my tumblrina nature while also having a job and bills and rent is that at work while cleaning a room ill think of something id like to post and then repeat it over and over in my head and refine it until it sounds right and then i either post it as soon as i get a second to Or i forget it bc i think of anew post to make. and they always get 0 notes but its ok

[collideliketwostars]

I wait for you

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[rampant-testiculitis]

i knew it was about me to some degree