#do not fucking pick a fight with me on this

[fakebwitch]

rafe encourages you to keep riding him…

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your mouth open trying to catch your breath, your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat as your movements slowed, your legs numb, and rafe's cock was buried in your pussy. after riding him for what seemed like an infinite amount of time you stopped by sitting on his cock, its tip hitting your cervix, you let out a soft whimper feeling it throb inside you.

you found yourself in this situation because of you. your pussy aching for him, needing to feel his cock inside, begging him all day long for attention and when he finally gave in you thought he was going to fuck you, but instead he let you do all the work. he sat there, his hand barely on your thigh, waiting for you to ride him without giving you any help.

you tried to speak, but nothing that made the slightest sense came out of your mouth. your head already dizzy as you found yourself getting more and more needy wanting to reach your orgasm. rafe looked at you for a few seconds, his eyes half-closed as he felt your pussy tighten around him, “what is it?”he asked you, a cocky smirk on his face.

“i'm tired...” you managed to get out of your slurred mouth, your voice dim and weak as you moved your hips slowly, trying to find a clutch, his cock hard inside you and you desperately wanted to move but couldn't. rafe shook his head as his eyes moved downward, watching the way your pussy was fully sunk on his cock. all day long you had been so bratty, interrupting him as he was doing his work, filling out and reading important forms, begging him that you needed him, his cock, to feel him inside you, teasing him with mischievous touches, and when he had given you what you had been begging him for all day, you weren’t even grateful.

stopping after just five minutes, hoping that he would pound himself into you. rafe had figured it out early on, when he had told you that you were going to ride him, that you were not happy about it, a pout evident on your face but you tried not to show it, in the end you still got his cock.

“you can do it princess” he incited you starting to lose his patience, the grip of his hand on your thigh tightened slightly, also eager to feel your hot tight pussy sucking him in, but he was determined to let you do all the work, he had to fight against himself not to hammer himself inside you. he knew it was all a plan of your to get him to take charge, but your attitude would not work this time.

rafe wasn't pleased when you didn't respond, the hand he had on your thigh went up slightly, his thumb and forefinger tightened around the soft skin, you let out a grunt of pain as his fingers pinched your skin tightly, “c'mon baby, move” he exhaled, his fingers still clenching your skin. you nodded lightly starting to pick up the pace, riding his cock as you threw your head back.

a tear ran down your cheek, ending on your lower lip, the pain of his pinching mixed with the way his cock was stretching you so well, repeatedly hitting your cervix, were enough to push you to the edge. your eyes closed as your mouth was wide open, continuous moans escaped your lips.

“so good baby, takin' it so well” he praised you as his fingers let go of the skin of your thigh, a red mark visible on the freshly pinched spot, and within a few hours it would become a nice big bruise. “wasn't that difficult, right?” he said mocking you as his hand tightened around your tit, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“fuuck” a big moan escaped your lips as your hands rested on his chest seeking support, your rhythm fast and deep, feeling every vein of his cock pulsing inside you.

“fuck that's right, keep going baby... such a good girl for me” he praised you as a slap landed on your ass, rafe’s head turned back enjoying the full pleasure of the warm wet walls of your pussy, squeezing and wetting his length.

[rasairui]

Idk I just have no patience for trans men/masculine people who refuse to acknowledge transmisogyny. Like. The worst experience I ever had with transphobia was when I was mistaken for a trans women. In a culinary program, I was cutting bell peppers, and one of the other students, a really big dude in a student leadership position, walks in and accusatory goes "so are you trying to be a woman, or something?" And I'm like. Well I'm trying to small dice these peppers. And I tell him I'm not a she and he says something to the effect of "Yeah I know that much." He makes some comment abt how whatever I'm doing doesn't make sense and he doesn't get it and when I tell him he doesn't have to, that he just has to respect it, he says "I don't have to do shit!" And gets real mad! Like actual threats mad! Tells me he could bash my skull in and to meet him outside for a fight and yeah it was fucking scary! The entire interaction I'm reminding myself that I'm the one currently holding a knife, if he tries anything.

Fast forward a few days later and my period is kicking my ass. Just absolutely destroying me. I'm in the dish pit, and I am visibly struggling, I'm nauseous, I'm in pain and bracing myself against walls. I'm not walking straight. And the same student leadership guy who was so aggressive with me when he thought I was transfem?

He tells me I look like I'm going to pass out. He says it's obvious I'm in pain, I shouldn't be in class, I can go sit down and if nobody can replace me he'll do the dishes himself.

Like. Do you get it yet. It's not just that he felt comfortable openly threatening me in a room full of other people when he thought I was a trans woman. It's that he did a complete 180 and was not only willing to support me, but actually pick up my slack once he knew I wasn't "that kind" of transgender. As soon as one of our classmates confirmed to him that I wasn't the wrong type of trans person I suddenly became someone who actually deserved care and compassion in his eyes. The "bigots think we're all the same and hate all of is equally" rhetoric isn't fucking true. It's just peddled to deny the privilege we have over other members of our community so it's easier to ignore how inhospitable supposedly trans-centric spaces are for TMA people.

[jji-lee]

jeno breeding/impreg kink

(MDNI)

jeno wants babies ofc , everything is consensual , jeno has a big dick ofc , unprotected sex (wrap that dick up pls) , rough sex , pet names, a lot of bad words , lil bit of ass slapping , face down ass up, not proof-read cause my writing makes me cringe , requested here !

as jeno watched you from across the room he couldn't help but notice how natural holding a baby was for you. your soft hands caressing the baby's face, a slight pout to your lips as you spoke to him. you had this sort of glow to you, a motherly glow, and in a sick twisted way, seeing you like this made his pants tighten.

why did people say you had to wait to have children? right now all jeno could think about was you, full and plump with his child, breasts swollen and skin glowing. he could make you his completely. forever.

"hi pretty girl."

jeno's arm's snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest before leaning down to plant a kiss to your forehead. you smiled up at him,

"hi jen, thank you for coming by the daycare today, the kids love you."

he left out a soft hum in agreement, hands traveling down to grab your ass lightly, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he planted light kisses to your neck. you giggled, trying to push him away, his arms holding you tighter,

"i like going, like seeing you like that."

you relaxed into his arms, his teeth nipping at your collarbones,

"like what jen?"

he bit at the skin lightly, hands moving up and under your shirt, goosebumps rising on your body as his cold hands rubbed your back.

"like a mother, can't stop thinking about filling you up with my babies, fuck- you'd look so good."

his hands moved forward to rub at your belly, his bulge growing impossibly harder. you moved you hands down to squeeze the front of his pants, smiling as he moaned softly,

"why don't you do it then, hm? what's stopping you?"

you watched as he let out a shaky breath, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes shut,

"don't do this to me baby, this isn't a funny."

you brought your hands up to hold his face, his eyes fluttering open to look at you,

"who said i'm joking?"

that was enough confirmation for jeno as he leaned in, kissing you harshly. the kiss was messy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting. you'd never seen jeno this desperate, his hand roaming your body, grabbing, scratching, getting a hold of anything he could.

he pulled off your shirt, quick fingers fumbling with you bra,

"jen slow down, baby what's the rush?"

he looked up at you, breathless, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink,

"can't wait, please, want you baby, need you- fuck- why won't this thing come off."

he pulled at your bra, clips snapping off with his force. you gasped as he picked you up, rushing to get to your shared room. his movements were rough, but he looked at you with love in his eyes, hands soothing any skin he grabbed too hard, lips kissing any mark he left.

he kissed down your body, removing each article of clothing as he went. you stopped his movements as he reached your core, lips hovering over your heat,

"jen please, need you in me, now."

he was quick to comply removing all of his clothes before lining himself up at your entrance, his hands shaky as he slowly slid in,

"fuckkk, baby- fuck, so tight, sucking me in so good."

you moaned as you looked down, watching as his length disappeared inside you, your walls burning at the stretch,

"jen please, please fuck me, need this so bad baby please."

he grunted as he flipped you over, hands gripping your hips as he pulled your ass up. you winced as he gave your ass a light slap, his length pressed right against your core.

"you asked for it baby, now be good and take it."

you back arched as he slid right in, your juices coating his length. his pace was slow but harsh, hips snapping roughly against your ass, his grip on your hips deadly.

"shitt baby, wish you could see yourself, so fucking wet baby, like the idea of my filling you up that much, hm?"

you nodded your head, hair scattered against the bedsheets, hands pulling tightly at the fabric,

"yes jen, fuck- yes, want you to fill me up so good- fuck."

his thrusts picked up in pace a moan leaving his lips as you begged him to fuck you full,

"gonna fill this pussy up baby, get this belly full with my babies, fuck- you like that huh? feel you squeezing around me pretty girl."

your mouth fell open into a silent moan as jeno pounded into you, his tip poking at that sweet spot inside you.

"jeno, jeno, fuck, 'm gonna cum, oh my- jen, please don't stop."

he chuckled at your disheveled state, drool spilling out of your mouth and your hair a mess as he fucked you into the mattress, pussy tightening around him as you came undone.

"just like that baby, shit creaming all over me, so fucking dirty."

he slapped your ass again before pulling your hips towards him harshly, your legs trembling at the feeling,

"fuck yourself on me baby, like you want it, mhm good baby, keep going."

you used your last bit of strength to push your hips back onto his, his hands keeping you steady as you moaned softly at the sensitivity.

"jen please fill me up, want all of it, wanna have your kids, please."

the growl he let out was animalistic as snapped his hips into yours, a yelp leaving your lips at the force. his pace was inhumane, his loud grunts and the sound of your wet heat filling the room.

"you're so perfect baby, shit, i'm gonna cum, holy- fuck baby."

you squeezed around him as his cum coated your walls. a string of curses leaving his lips as his hands left bruises on your hips. his large hand rubbing down your back to soothe your shaking figure.

instead of pulling out jeno kept his hips flush against your ass, leaning down close to your ear.

"gotta make sure none of it goes to waste right? promise i'm gonna make you mommy."

you always wanted to call jeno daddy anyways.

[muletia]

nah cuz u got me HOOKED with ur obsessed optimus fic I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH

like AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH pls do not think about how not only this man litteraly fighting himself to not clingy mess to you 24/7 or how fucking protective he would be to you.........primus help to anyone who dares to make u sad cuz he will be so FUCKING PISSED he will be staring at them down with the scariest glare omlllllllllllll

OH OHHHHHH WAIT WAIT do u know that video of the pitbull waging his tail cuz his cat friend grooming him? that's him, thats optimus.

ur honor he's a fucking simp 😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAA thank you so much <333 i am so happy that you guys like this au

and you are right, optimus is fighting his demons on a daily basis to keep himself from scooping you up in his servo and holding you close to his spark or maybe setting you on his shoulder, preferably as close to the sensitive cables as possible ;)) one time, out of curiosity, you brushed your hand against his leg — maybe to get his attention, maybe just to see if he’d even react (or maybe to tease him) — bro almost melted.

he’d be overprotective, 101%. even his own team doesn’t get a pass. was ratchet rude to you? threw a gruff remark at you even though you didn’t provoke him? optimus’ icy gaze reaches him from the other side of the base. and ratchet is fucking sweating, because he’s never seen optimus so pissed. suddenly all the autobots are being unusually nice to you.

and if, by some miracle, you get hurt? god have mercy on the bot who did it. let’s say you were out together on a drive/patrol/optimus was picking something up for the base. a lone vehicon attacked, and one of his blaster shots grazed you. optimus goes feral, literally shifts into bayverse optimus for a moment lmao. afterward, he’d apologize profusely that you had to witness it, but something snapped in him when he saw you injured. he was on autopilot, like his processor just shut down. after this incident, he’d be cautious with you, checking if you’re scared of him or if you’re disgusted by him. spoiler: you’re not.

and that video is so obsessed!optimus coded omg. it’s totally your dynamic.

[mrshowlettsgarden]

Prompt number 7 with Logan 🫢

─➭ a/n: ooo, this is a good pick! I also apologize for the week delay; work was kicking my ass. but thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy; this is a long one - kaya <3 (prompt list)

We're Just Friends? - Logan Howlett: the one when you realized it meant more to him that you assumed

─➭ pairing: Logan Howlett x professor!fem!reader

─➭ prompt #7: "Why did you leave me like that back there?" "Because." "Because, what?" "Because your dumbass can't figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we're "just friends."

─➭ content warning: hurt/comfort, miscommunication, friends to lover's trope, suggestive in the end

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It’s Charles' birthday party tonight that Jean and Storm decided to throw for him at the mansion. All the adults were to attend the black-tie shindig along with invited colleagues and so on. 

You were excited to have something to dress up for and eat some fancy food unlike the brute man pouting as he leans against your bathroom door. 

“I put on the suit that should be enough,” Logan sasses to you, “I ain’t putting on the damn bowtie.”

You roll your eyes as you put the cap back on your lipstick with an aggressive sigh, “Don’t be such a diva, Logan. Wear the bowtie.”

You get goosebumps seeing the dirtiest look he’s ever given to you through the mirror. You’re also fighting for your life to not break out into a fit of laughs. “The fuck did you call me?” he snaps. 

You couldn’t hold the laugh any longer and it slips from your lips as the dirty look turns into a pout on his face. Ignoring his question, you walk towards him and grab the bowtie from his hand. Logan has to fight to keep a straight face as your pretty self, inches closer with another step. If he could, he’d pull you in by the waist and take your lipstick off with a kiss. 

“It’s for one night. One night only,” you say with pleading eyes, “And women love a bowtie on a man so who knows who you might pull into your bed tonight,” you joke with a smile and wiggling eyebrows. 

Logan’s jaw clenches at your words. The only woman he wants to pull tonight is you but he doesn’t think you’d like that, so he shakes the thought away even though it hurts to do so.

You on the other hand wanted to slap yourself in the face for saying that because you just hurt your own feelings. You really don’t want to see Logan and a woman - who isn’t you - clinging to his arm at the end of tonight. Maybe you said that as foreshadowing to help prepare you for the moment that will eventually happen. But you ignore the pang in your heart. 

Logan scoffs aggressively as he takes the bowtie back from you and begins tying it himself while looking at the mirror, “Yeah, because that’s the goal I had for myself leading up to tonight,” he says sarcastically while you give him a look of smugness as you watch him finish the tie. 

“You look good though,” you say with a small smile as you adjust the tie a little bit. 

Logan looks back down to you with a tight-lipped smile. “You look good too, darlin,” he says back in a gentle tone.

And good is an understatement when it comes to you because you look so goddamn breathtaking. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you before today and now he thinks his greatest battle is to not admire you in your dress tonight. 

A black form-fitting dress is criminal to wear in front of him because this is his first time seeing the shape of your body and it makes him want to see more for his eyes only. Your heels give you extra height, but you still can’t reach up to him and he finds it endearing. 

Why do you have to be so beautiful…

You see him in a daze as he looks at you and you almost think it’s longing. But that's just a wish you have. “Logan? Are you still there?’ you say with a wave to bring him back down to earth. 

Logan smiles as he nods, “Where else would I be, huh?” he asks. 

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The party started hours ago and it’s still growing strong. 

Everyone is laughing, mingling, and dancing the night away. You say it's almost peaceful seeing everyone letting loose from the stress that has been filling up their lives. Everyone, including yourself, needed this. Everyone except Logan.

Such a party pooper… 

You walk up to him as he takes a swig of his drink. He looks up at you with a questioning look, expecting you to say whatever it is that’s on your mind. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you get up once other than for a drink,” you say knowingly.

Logan sighs, “At least, I got up instead waving down one of the servers.”

You groan at his words before walking around the table and pulling him up by his arm. “At least be polite and make your rounds to everyone,” you complain, “Then you can sit back down.”

Logan almost laughs at your miserable attempt to get him out of the comfort of his seat. But to save you from the embarrassment of falling on your ass, he sighs and gets up. “Only if you stay with me. We’re both suffering together,” he says almost pridefully as he moves your hand to wrap around his arm. 

Your face turns into a heater feeling his muscles along the expanse of his arms. You could only imagine how safe you’d feel having both arms wrapped around your body securely. At least you can bask in the moment a little longer before it gets taken away.

You stay on Logan’s arm as you both say your hellos and how are you’s. You can’t deny that it feels good to have him this close to you. And he can’t deny how comforting it is to be under your touch. He hasn't felt this relaxed in years. The more time he spends having you hold onto him like this only hurts him a lot more. Because the moment gets taken away every single time, he hears you say “we’re just friends” in nearly every conversation. 

“Oh no! We just came here as friends!”

“You’re too funny! We’re just friends.”

And he swore he heard somebody comment about how he’s like a fucking brother to you??

Now that one really started to boil his blood. 

Yes, you are friends. Best friends if anything but it will never hurt less to hear you say those three words. Those words are like that one annoying tune that is stuck on replay all night. Every person or group of people you both have gone up to have made comments or asked questions if you guys came to the party together. And just like the first time you were asked up till the last time, you were way too quick to shoot them down with “we're just friends”. 

After all the last couple of years since he’s been around you hopelessly thinking you’d catch onto his longing stares, lingering touches, and being by your side during missions, he thought eventually you’ll get the hint. Tonight is showing him that you won’t ever reciprocate his feelings back. He’s been shot, stabbed and you can name the rest, but this emotional pain is burning at him from the inside and out. He’s starting not to be able to take your stinging words any longer. 

Finally, all the rounds were made when you both made your way to Jean and Storm sitting at one of the tables. “I didn’t think you were actually able to get him out of that chair, Y/n,” Jean laughs.

“You made him into a social butterfly,” Storm snickers as Logan pulls out one of the chairs for you.  

You giggle at their comments while Logan scoffed out a “whatever” and looked away from you three as he took a seat. He can feel his hurt turning to anger right now and he’s trying really hard not to show it. He gently removes your arm from his as he waves a server down for a drink. Sensing something is off you’re about to ask him if he’s okay, but Storm beats you from talking. 

“You guys looked good out there though. Like a cute married couple,” she smiles as Jean nodded in agreement.

If only they and Logan knew how much you don’t oppose the idea of being married to him, but you could only laugh it off. That’s what you’ve been doing nearly all night as you and Logan made the rounds. You don’t think you’ve ever sounded like a broken record player having to repeat that you guys are purely platonic. You were just hoping that Logan wouldn’t start causing a scene when you heard him nearly growl every time you started talking. He seemed so tense too, more than usual but you thought it was because you were dragging him around to talk to people he wasn’t interested in. 

Which is why you would turn down the comments about you and Logan dating because you didn’t think that he’d enjoy that type of conversation about you but boy, were you so wrong. 

“Please, don’t make me repeat it again,” you playfully groan out with a laugh, “I don’t know how much I can take having to explain that I won’t ever see Logan that way-”

SLAM!!

You and the girls jump from the startling sound of Logan slamming his drink on the table then watch him storming off his chair and into the mansion. Stunned by his actions you look down at the glass and see that it had cracked from the force then look back at him walking away. You go after Logan without thinking, “I’ll go check on him,” you say as you speed off your chair in worried haste. 

Where did that come from? And why is he walking away so fast? He’s already made it inside the house in less than thirty seconds. Your feet hurt enough already from the heels, but you caught up to him as he was about to make his way upstairs.

“Logan!” you call as you pick up your pace a little more, but he ignores you, “Ugh! Logan!”

“What?” he snapped at you with a venomous tone.

You nearly cower at his nasty attitude towards you. He’s never talked to you like that before and you begin to feel uneasy about being the target of his rage. "What’s wrong? Why did you leave like that?” you ask as you follow him up the stairs. You're only two steps behind him.

“Because.” he continues walking with bigger strides.

“Because??” you repeat. You’re starting to get irritated with his attitude, “Because, what? Logan would you please slow dow-”

“Because I can’t fucking stand that your dumbass can't figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we're "just friends!!” he yells as he turns around to give you his full rage.

You stood there frozen and stunned by his words and also at the fact that he yelled at you louder this time too. You feel yourself start to shrink from his voice. You couldn’t think to get a word in before he interrupted you once more.

“How much longer should I have to deal with the fact that you only see me as your friend and nothing more, Y/n! You’re walkin’ around telling people down there that I’m only your friend and you were just telling Storm and Jean that you won’t ever see me more than that!” he shouts at you with a face full of hurt and anger, “Why haven’t you realized that I love you. That I’ve been in love with you. Y/n!”

Your heart stopped for a second hearing him say that. There are too many whirlwinds of emotions going on right now. It’s hard for you to fully grasp the fact that he just confessed to you. Logan Howlett confessed to you. Looking at him you realize that maybe he’s also realizing that he confessed too with how his eyes widened. 

You both stand there on the staircase in ear piercing silence as Logan pants from his rage. He rips his eyes off of you as he runs a hand down his face in stress. He looks so hurt right now. Your eyes are beginning to tear up from being the reason why he’s so hurt. But he needs to know that you feel the same way. 

After a minute of silence and trying to find your words, you softly but hesitantly speak up. “Logan…,” you shakingly call his name as you step forward. You’re about to reach for his hand but he steps back away from you.

“No,” he interrupted you while shaking his head. He doesn’t want to hear your rejection right now. He’s so angry at himself for letting his feelings for you drag on for this long. And he confessed to you in a way he never imagined he would. “Just forget I said anything. I’m done.”

Done…?

With that he storms off again much faster than before up to his room. Leaving you behind to swallow his words more. He loves you. How could that be? You swore he felt the complete opposite after all this time. He said he was done too. Done with you? 

While his words were finally settling in, you didn’t realize the tears had fallen down your cheeks. He loves you and then tells you he’s done. After all this time you thought he couldn’t see you that way, especially when he first arrived, he had a thing for Jean. But now, after his days of visiting you in the greenhouse, waiting for you in the hallway to get coffee in the mornings, and so much more… You’ve blind to his advancements. Even the way he talks to you is different from how he usually is and you didn’t realize that till he started yelling at you five minutes ago. 

You let out a shaky sigh to stop the sobs from slipping. 

God, you feel so stupid. 

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It’s been a couple weeks since the party and the last time you saw, let alone talked to Logan. 

You’ve never felt so lonely in the greenhouse by yourself and not having him there listening to you rant about whatever plant or lecture you need to get off your chest. You miss feeling his presence around you - the smell of his cigar, his teasing, his oddly comforting words that he held only for you… You miss him so much, but he wants nothing to do with you anymore.

The morning after the party you waited for him in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, but he never came. You tried knocking on his door a couple times after that when you wouldn’t see him but no answer. You knew he was in there counting from the energy you feel from the plant you jokingly gave him as a present, but you didn’t want to push him more. You also never failed to notice the way he would avoid you around the mansion. While the home was huge, you still saw him from a far and he’d walk away after your first glance in his direction. 

So, you gave him what he wanted. Space. 

And here you are sitting on one of the lounge chairs in the greenhouse at two in the morning. You couldn’t sleep or you haven’t been able to sleep without hearing Logan’s loud voice repeating his words in your head. The only thing that’s soothing you is the soft sound of the fountain that you’re sitting in front of. You stare at the lily pads floating in the water as you keep blinking back to that night Logan confessed. Would you call it a confession if he did it angrily? If he only would’ve stayed for thirty seconds longer, he would know that you love him too. 

Logan was sitting in the kitchen nursing on a bottle of soda since the damn house doesn’t have any beer or form of alcohol. God, he could use several of them right now to get what happened out of his head. He let his hurt turn into anger when he yelled out his love for you. He’s never felt so embarrassed doing that especially after seeing the look of shock and hurt on your face too. 

He just couldn’t stop the wave of emotions leaving his mouth in the form of words. He needed to get it off his chest after the number of times he was friend-zoned by you in one night. After he ditched you on the stairs to go into his room, he’ll admit that he felt a little lighter knowing that he finally told you how he feels but the weight came back when he started avoiding you. 

With how hard you were trying to get him to talk to you it just made him feel worse. Yes, he’s choosing to avoid you, but it doesn’t hurt him any less. He’d do anything to talk to you again, but he thinks nothing will be the same anymore, hence the reason for avoiding you. Again, he’s also embarrassed for throwing a tantrum on the stairs as he angrily declared his love for you. 

He still can’t believe he did that…

Logan frustratingly sighs as he chugs the rest of his drink as he gets up from his sitting. Maybe a walk will help. He needs to shake his feelings off and deal with the fact that he can’t come back from his confession. 

He zips his jacket up from the chill of the night as he steps out into the backyard and begins his walk. 

Nothing is heard other than silence as he furthers into the yard. He begins to get lost in thought as you come back into his mind. The way you looked scared from his rising voice to the sudden look of surprise when he said he loved you. Fuck, he still loves you despite the fact he hasn’t seen much of you the last two weeks. He misses you a lot.

“Damnit,” he mutters under his breath as he irritatedly kicks a pinecone out of his way.

 Logan continues to walk with no destination until he suddenly stops in his tracks to see the lights on in the greenhouse. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion because he knows how late it is and he knows you’re in there by yourself. But why are you in there and how long have you been in there? He ponders for a bit as he stares at the warm lights illuminating the glass walls. 

He stands there for a minute or two longer then makes his way to the double doors of the greenhouse. Usually when he or anyone walks up, you’d feel their presence and have the plants open the doors, but nothing happens. He looks around at the plants that surround the door to see if any of them move. But nothing, they’re still. He doesn’t sense any danger, but something is definitely off. 

He opens the doors without thinking and walks inside to find you. 

It’s eerily quiet inside as he walks around. He sniffs the air to smell for you and walks over to one of the fountains to where it leads to you. Your head is peeking out from the other side of the lounge chair, but you still haven't moved. He carefully walks around to find you curled up against the armrest sleeping. You look cozy and at peace if he wouldn’t have noticed the dry tear marks along your cheeks. 

His face turns into a look of regret instantly. Avoiding you was just him hurting both of your feelings with no end goal behind it. He was beginning to feel stupid and childish about this whole ordeal. How he feels about you shouldn’t be the end of the bond that you guys already had with each other. 

Besides tear marks, Logan also noticed the bags under your eyes as he kneeled down to be face to face with you. He sighs softly and brings the back of his hand to gently wipe the tear marks off your face. Your cheeks feel cold to the touch. You should be asleep in the comfort of your bed right now where it's warmer. So, Logan sucks up his feelings to wake you up.

The hand that was on your cheek moves down to your arm and starts to soothingly rub your arm up and down. “Y/n,” he whispers, “Wake up.”

You barely stir and it makes him want to laugh because you're such a heavy sleeper. So, he moves you a bit more and your eyebrows begin to furrow in irritation. For once you were sleeping somewhat well and you’re being woken up. You hear Logan’s voice, but you think it's just a dream until you hear him clearer the more you wake up. 

“Logan?’ you murmured as your eyes began to open.

“Yeah, darlin’, it’s me,” he whispers back to you, “Let's get you back to bed.”

You lock eyes with his soft gaze, and you’ve never felt more relieved to see and feel him this close to him. You sit up instantly, “Hi…” you say to him.

He smiles softly a stary strand of hair away from your face, “Hey… You shouldn’t be sleeping here alone, you know.”

You nodded as you rub the sleepiness away from your eyes as you look away from him. “I haven’t been able to sleep,” you said. Logan hums in response and silence settles for a moment between you two. You bite your bottom lip nervously as you start to think of what to say but you cower from the thought thinking that he won’t listen to you like before. You move your eyes to look at him, but you realize that he was still looking at you.

Logan couldn’t take his eyes off of you since he found you asleep. It feels like he hasn’t seen you for months to almost a lifetime. If you only knew how much you have molded yourself into his mind since day one. He sees how nervous you are right now from the way you’re looking back at him. He’s about to apologize for his outburst but you beat him to it. 

“I love you, Logan.”

Wait what?

A look of shock was thrown onto his face, but you interrupted him again. “I-If you would have stayed longer, I would’ve had the chance to say it back to you,” you stammer softly, “And I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings during the party. I swear, I-I thought that I was saving you from the conversations that I had dragged you to. I’m so sorry.”

You feel the tears fall again with how fast your eyes are building them up. You missed him too much and he needs to know this time that you've always felt the same way. You’re about to continue apologizing but Logan cups one of your cheeks with his warm hand. You feel his thumb wipe a tear and it makes you hold his hand with yours while you nuzzle your cheek further into his touch. 

"I missed you, Logan...," you shakingly sigh out.

"I missed you too, darlin'"

Relieved tears fell while Logan came closer to rest his forehead against yours. You feel so comforted to have him this close again. You run your hand up his chest to lure him closer. 

“I’m sorry too,” he sighs under your touch, “I was mad at myself and took it out on you. I didn’t mean to scare you either. I…I love you so much.”

You feel his lips brush so lightly against yours, it makes you pull away slightly to look back at him again. You don't think words can describe how much you need him impossibly close to you right now, it's making you needy for him. Your eyes move down to his lips then back up to his hazel ones.

“Kiss me, Lo-”

You didn’t have to finish the damn sentence because his lips met yours in an instant. Like hell he was going to walk away again now. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest as he pulls you closer to him with both of his arms around you to make you wrap your legs around his waist. Logan nearly groans, feeling you pressed against his body. The smell of the soft eucalyptus scent of your conditioner was making him dizzy but only made him crave for you more. 

You feel him pull you toward him more before getting up from his kneeled position near fluently with you in his arms. You gasped out a laugh at his brute strength and he smirked smugly.

“Show off…,” you say blissfully.

Logan chuckles as goes back in for another kiss, “You’ll learn to love it, sweetheart.”

You smile as you shyly bite your lips hearing him call you that. You couldn’t help yourself and went in for another kiss. Your bodies heatedly pressed together as you cupped both sides of his cheeks making him part his lips just enough for you to slip your tongue inside his mouth. Logan didn’t stop himself from sinking into your embrace despite holding you in his arms. 

You both lose your thoughts, getting lost into the comfort of the kiss. It felt so natural to have each other this close and it makes you wonder why it took so long for you both to get to this moment. And neither of you were planning on stopping it. You want more of him and he wants more of you. The ache you feel in your core is calling for more of his touch. 

You force yourself to pull away and you feel him chase after your lips. “Fuck, baby. Why’da stop?’ you can hear how desperate he is for you right now and it and it makes you smile.

“Take me to bed Lo…,” you whisper against his lips, “I need to feel more of you.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice because he instantly tossed you over his shoulder making you squeal out a laugh.

“Let’s go then, pretty girl.”

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[hyunebunx]

maybe it's not our fault - chapter 01

── synopsis: after a nasty breakup that’s left you completely shattered, you’re set on giving up on love forever. That is until, in a surprising turn of events, your respective best friends start dating and one of their main goals is to restore the peace in your broken relationship. Will their plan succeed? Will they manage to play cupid and get you and your high school sweetheart back together, or will it all backfire and result in the end of their own love story?

There is only one way to find out. If only your beloved’s heart wasn’t already broken beyond repair…

╰─▸ ❝ pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

╰─▸ ❝ content: exes to lovers, angst, mutual pining, fluff, suggestive themes, drama and heartbreak, jock!hyunjin who is captain of the uni's football team + dance major!hyunjin, college au, lack of communication.

╰─▸ ❝ word count: 10k

a/n: it's here!! special thank you to my croissant baby laure @byunfirstlady (this wouldn't be a me story if i didn't mention her somehow fgfdgh) for reading this for me before posting!! since this is the first chapter, things might feel a little slow, but dw, it will all pick up soon! enjoy <33 and do let me know your thoughts after reading <3

“That is not going to fit!”

He scoffs, already annoyed. “Yes, it is! Just move over a little.”

“A little? I’m already stretched the fuck out! What more do you want from me?”

“Seohyun, I swear to fucking God – “

She yelps, most likely cramping. “Just pull it out, you dumbass – “

“What the hell is going on in here?”

You and Chan stop dead in your tracks, confused at the scene currently playing out in front of your very eyes. You were gone downstairs for less than ten minutes to get the rest of your stuff, with you and Chan carrying a box each that held the essentials to ensure this move went smoothly. And in that time frame, your two other best friends have already managed to be at each other’s throats.

The front door of your apartment was wide open, with dumb and dumber currently looking like two deers caught in headlights on opposite sides, separated by an old armchair whose springs had become a death trap over the years. Last year, when you held parties here, someone was always left standing — it was either the cursed chair or the floor, with most guests picking the latter once they were drunk enough.

“Uh, hi?” Jisung greets, forcing a smile onto boyish features that haven’t changed much since you met almost seven years ago, in high school.

Bewiled, you set the box down by Chan’s feet and approach. “Are you guys, okay? What happened?”

Whistling, Jisung tries to pretend he has everything under control. He doesn’t, he never does, that’s just the type of guy he was. “Duh, we’re fantastic! Everything is under control, don’t even – “

Called it.

“For the love of god, just shut up and let them help us already!” Seohyun barks from the other side, prompting you to peek in to see her straighten her posture, rubbing her wrists in obvious discomfort. With a sigh and a glare from Jisung who steps back to allow Chan to take his place, she explains. “We were trying to get this chair out to make room for the new one.”

Chuckling, Chan inspects the door frame while you pass Seohyun one of the boxes right over the ugly, red chair that’s seen better days. “And it got stuck?”

“Yes, because Jisung didn’t want to listen – “

“Or maybe because you started pushing when I wasn’t ready, like an idiot.” He counters instantly, never one to back out from a fight instigated by Seohyun. Not to be fooled, these two were as close as can be, the bickering reflective of their special bond.

You and Chan share a look as they start again, amusement clear in gentle, doe eyes that have comforted you numerous times over the years. Meeting back in the summer before high school, you and Chan have been attached at the hip ever since, clicking as pre-teens and growing up together, maturing down the same path that’s led you to the same university, and even the same major you also shared with Jisung. Music production has always been a passion of yours, so getting to fulfil that dream with your absolute best friend by your side was a blessing you couldn’t be more thankful for.

“Alright.” Chan stops their bickering, one hand landing on Jisung’s shoulder to get his attention. “Stand on it.”

“Pardon?” Jisung blinks at him, as confused as you and Seohyun were, not sure he heard Chan right.

Smiling, Chan squeezes his shoulder. “So, you can step on the backrest and make it fall over. It will be easier to move afterwards.”

“You think so?” He asks, biting down on his bottom lip, not confident in the slightest.

Your best friend nods, giving his bottom an encouraging pat. “Positively. Now go on, I don’t want to spend my whole day in this hallway.”

Seohyun scrambles back, unwilling to get caught in between Jisung and the chair, giving him enough room to do what he must to free her exit.

Watching the whole scene unfold has you smiling from ear to ear, struggling to keep your laughter at bay once Jisung realizes the task isn’t as dangerous as he expected. It’s anticlimactic, more than anything, as he gets on top of the chair to step on the backrest, going down slowly without even losing his balance.

He blinks, barely realizing it’s over before making eye contact with Seohyun who bursts out laughing like she’s been holding it in since the beginning. The three of you join in quickly after, your delight bouncing off the hallway walls and lifting the spirits tremendously.

After all, nobody in existence was ever excited for summer to end and classes to start again, with a new, even more demanding schedule than last year. You were in your third year now and things were bound to get difficult the closer you got to graduating.

This silly moment was exactly what you needed to start the new year right, sure it would become a core memory later down the line when you’d all be working adults, with even more responsibilities and nonexistent free time. The sight of Chan dragging the armchair out, without any difficulty whatsoever as Jisung and Seohyun’s jaws hit the floor, incredulous he didn’t struggle like they did, was sure to bring a smile to your face for years to come.

When your only access to the apartment was finally free, the four of you gathered inside with the remaining boxes.

“You weren’t kidding, you do have all of your stuff here.” Seohyun hums, scanning her surroundings, and her new home. The apartment was yours. You moved in just last year and you’ve lived by yourself until now, when you welcomed her with open arms and a little too much excitement.

“Yeah.” You nod, already moving around to put the scattered things back in their rightful places. “Sorry about the mess. I didn’t bother cleaning up before leaving.”

The living room was fine – your bedroom was the one that suffered the most, already dreading the thought of having to dig through all the mess to find most of your things.

The apartment was a gift from your parents, after successfully finishing your first year of university living in a dorm. Sure, having your own space was great, but you’d never trade that first year for anything in the world. That’s where you meet Seohyun after all, growing closer and closer with every sleepless night you spent together giggling and talking about everything under the sun, not feeling the hours tick by until one of your alarms would ring, signalling the start of a new day.

It was big, too spacious for only one person to live in, with two bedrooms and a bathroom straight out of an interior design magazine. Even though Seohyun didn’t move in until now, you were never truly alone with Jisung and Chris living right next door. Someone was always keeping you company, which you were thankful for, in more ways than one.

Already moving about like they owned the place, Chris and Jisung were helping you tidy up, with the latter moving to check for anything rotten in the kitchen. With four pairs of hands on deck, it didn’t take more than fifteen minutes for everything to be back to normal, leaving you to take care of the dusting.

“Alright.” Chan stands, carrying two trash bags. “Ji, let’s go get the armchair.”

Jisung follows before Seohyun calls after them. “Right, is it in your car?”

“I thought it was in yours?” He turns around, stopping in the doorway while Chan is already busy calling the elevator, further away.

You see her brows furrow, setting the duster down before grabbing her car keys. “Nope.”

The ding of the elevator gets your attention, and they share a look before hurrying after Chan, in search of said armchair, the door closing behind them with a quiet thud. You lived high up, on the 10th floor – nobody was ever willing to take the stairs and waste that much time.

And so, in the blink of an eye, you are left alone in the apartment that held so many of your memories, beautiful moments you wouldn’t trade even in exchange for forgetting the sad ones.

You feel a little lost, staring around like you couldn’t recognize your own home, shoulders slumping with a deep sigh. Your gaze moves towards your closed bedroom door, feet following before your hand twists the doorknob and you’re engulfed in sunlight, blinking rapidly to adjust to the change in lighting.

Inside, the sight that greets you seems frozen in time, transporting you back in June to the last moments spent in this room, where you were running around to pack in a hurry. You don’t dare move, just taking it all in as memories flood your mind and make your heart ache in your chest, what still remains of it, anyway.

All of your stuff thrown around haphazardly painted a picture you didn’t enjoy, yet couldn’t look away from either. Your bed remained unmade, with piles of clothing, bags and random objects occupying all the space. Framed photographs were thrown everywhere around the room, just so they would stop glaring at you from their place on your nightstand, face down and most likely damaged by the broken glass. The vase on your dresser, which used to stand tall with beautiful, healthy flowers seemed to have lost its color, struggling to fulfil its purpose because of the dried, mouldy peonies you didn’t bother throwing out before leaving.

But what’s even worse than the mess is what tipped you over the edge back then, falling to your knees on the fluffy, white carpet as you sobbed uncontrollably – the things he left behind were still here, in the exact same spots, in pristine condition. Your room looked like it barely survived the hurricane that shared your name, yet his red cap was still resting quietly next to the flowers he got you. One of his sketchbooks, still opened on that drawing he never got to finish as he got too busy with school, was on the other nightstand, on his side of the bed. A pair of his dancing shoes were by the door, right next to your comfy slippers. They have been there for so long, that you couldn’t enter your room without tripping over them and be reminded of his presence every single time. Hell, you bet if you checked right now, his toothbrush will still be next to yours in the cute holder you bought together, his razor not far away.

There were traces of him everywhere you looked in this apartment, clothes and necessities he left behind on his many visits. Like his football jersey, lucky number 20, you’ve worn more times than him, hung in your open closet among empty hangers that barely held on.

It wasn’t fair, how you seemed to crumble along with everything around you while he, and his stupid things, remained intact. The world shattered beneath your feet, freefalling to your doom of self-doubts and regrets while he continued with his life like nothing even happened. Like you never happened; like you weren’t such a fundamental part in his life in the exact same way he was in yours.

Your ex boyfriend moved on in the blink of an eye, while you were still here, crying at the sight of a stupid toothbrush.

This will never be fair. Why did you always seem to draw the short end of the stick?

New beginnings were usually your favorite. Starting another book, turning a new leaf and switching up your wardrobe for a change, getting the inspiration for another song – these were all activities that brought you joy. Now, returning to campus at the end of summer vacation to begin another school year? For the first time since starting university two years ago, felt like an impossible task, one you weren’t ready for in the slightest. Because how could you ever be ready to start your junior year without him?

How could you possibly embark on a new journey without him holding your hand and guiding you through it all, navigating around every hardship with ease like he was the most experienced sailor in existence?

You had no answers, only questions. Too many that were also too loud, bouncing off of the sturdy walls of your mind that were threatening to crumble with every thud, remaining standing only thanks to the unbearable headaches that reminded you to take a break from all the overthinking.

Your mind went quiet as another voice made its presence known, bringing you back to the world outside your bedroom while shooing the dark cloud above your head out the window with ease.

“Oh my god, we lost the goddamn chair!”

A wet laugh escaped your lips, more tears rolling down your cheeks as you desperately tried to wipe them all before joining your friends in the living room. You weren’t stupid – they were worried. That’s why Seohyun was moving in, in the first place. To keep an eye on you at all times, when the other two couldn’t be there and provide the much needed support you craved so badly.

Not like they knew you were aware of their little plan, having them figured out from the moment they showed up at Chan’s doorstep in Australia, last month. They’ve been tiptoeing around you since then, not knowing what emotional state you were in or what’s changed or hasn’t in the two months you spent apart. Sure, Chris might have filled them in, but they were still afraid. Afraid they were going to mess up somehow and have you slipping through their fingers and shatter at any moment, like you were nothing more than a fragile package, all progress lost the second something that reminded you of him jumped into your path.

And, you hate to admit but they were right.

They failed to take into consideration that even though your ex never actually moved in, the apartment was his as much as it was yours, quickly becoming your shared home as you fell into a routine that involved the other at every step.

Your three close friends were the only people present, but all you could see was him, a ghost roaming around and haunting every corner of the house you now despised, his giggles caressing your ears gently every time you moved from one room to the other.

Just being here felt like torture. How were you supposed to spend another two years sleeping in the same bed you shared with the person you thought was going to be your forever?

“Sweetheart.” Chan’s gentle voice coaxes you out of the room as you manage to pull yourself together, no sign of crying or distress still present on your features. If anything, they looked worse than you, crestfallen and a little embarrassed.

“We have something to tell you.” Seohyun steps closer, gently taking your hands into hers and intertwining your fingers loosely.

Jisung nods and is by your side in a second, throwing an arm around your shoulders as he lowers his mouth to your ear. “Chris lost your new armchair.”

“What the fuck?!”

Your laughter joins theirs, a beat later, as Chris remains the only one standing there, arms crossed over his chest with his words falingl on deaf ears, nobody paying attention as he begins defending himself.

When you’re pulled into a warm embrace, with Jisung’s cologne enveloping all your senses, you can’t help but start wondering. Is this a good time to finally reveal you never actually ordered a new chair or…?

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Saturday slipped away into a moment in time, and before you knew it, Sunday was upon you. Your last chance at relaxing before the craziness began, and you’d be thrust into a series of new projects, classes and assignments that were already giving you a headache.

Despite spending the previous night celebrating a new beginning with your best friends, having an intimate pizza party with karaoke and a little too much alcohol, you wake up bright and early to get to a previously made appointment. Usually, you wouldn’t go anywhere for the summer, for the first two months anyway. But since you flew out of the country as soon as your exams were over, you didn’t get to help the animal shelter you have been volunteering at since your first year. It left a hole in your heart, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel guilty for disappearing into thin air, with nothing more than a text sent to the owner to let her know you’ll be going away for a while.

Hopefully, they’re willing to forgive and forget and let you make up for it by spending the next two months as involved as possible.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Comes Chan’s groggy voice, still husky from all the singing he did last night, stumbling out of your spare bedroom with barely open eyes.

You startle, losing your balance while putting on your other shoe and crashing into the wall by the front door. You were hoping to make a swift escape and return before any of them rose since nobody in their right mind would willingly wake up this early.

He appears from around the corner, tank top slightly raised as he’s trying to scratch at his back. “You good?”

“Yep, everything’s just peachy.” Regaining your footing, you manage to put your shoe on and turn your back to him to get a jacket, feeling too awkward to make eye contact right now, which Chan would have laughed about if he wasn’t so sleepy.

“Where are you going?” He yawns, turning to squint at the clock on the far wall, above the couch. “It’s literally 7 am, too early to even be alive right now.”

For some reason, you hesitate to tell him, too out of it for your, and most definitely his liking. Being here was certainly not doing you any good, the walls closing in every time you tried to breathe and lift all the broken pieces of your stupid heart off of your lungs. It felt suffocating, especially when you were left alone with your thoughts as you zoned out one too many times.

Still, you mumble under your breath, reaching for your keys as silently as possible.

“Huh?”

With a sigh, you finally face him, eyes downcast. “Furry Friends Rescue.”

The smile that stretches across his features as he processes your words is so wide and contagious, it brightens up the whole room like he was somehow related to the sun itself, light radiating off of him in waves. It wakes him up instantly, and before you know it, he slips into a pair of slides left by the door and flies to his apartment.

You look after him, confused, and step into the hallway at the same time he does.

“Alright, let’s go!” He beams, locking his door before reaching for your arm softly. “I’ll drive you!”

“Wait, are you sure? I can – “

“Yes, I’m sure!” He frowns, shaking his head and pulling you after him with his newfound energy. “You love it there, and I know you already miss Berry. The least I can do is offer you a ride, are you kidding?”

You can’t help but smile at the mention of his puppy, spirits lifted in an instant. She was such a special little lady and you really bonded in these three months you’ve spent at his parents’ house.

Your parents never allowed you to have a pet, with your mom being allergic, so you did what you could to fill the space that remained constantly empty in your heart.

The drive there is full of laughter and even more singing, with Chris bringing back one of the activities you loved doing since he first got his license back in high school. Carpool karaoke has always been a must in his car, and that’s why you rode with Seohyun on your way back from the airport yesterday. You were a fool because nothing was quite as therapeutic as being silly and singing Disney songs at the top of your lungs with the only person who’s watched you grow into the adult you are today.

The drive to your destination isn’t long, but you still manage to squeeze in five songs before you get off and Chris speeds off. Only after wishing you a good day and making you promise you’ll call once you’re done so he can come pick you up, too. He was too kind, willing to do too much for you sometimes, but you were just the same. You’re afraid you might try moving the moon if he asked, one day.

Your annoying, overprotective brother who wasn’t really your brother, who’d push you into the pool before jumping in to save you in the same breath. He was such a guy.

Approaching with a prep to your step, the shelter’s surroundings have changed drastically since your last visit. The trees in the back have dyed their leaves in warm shades of orange and yellow, scattering some on the ground in hopes of attracting more pet lovers. A beautiful background always pulled people in, just like all pretty things did, and this autumn is particularly beautiful, with sights straight out of famous paintings. Seoul was truly a special city, one that’s nurtured and taught you the meaning of the word love that’s being thrown around too casually for your taste, these days. The city you grew up in, where you found your love for writing and composing, and where you met the most amazing people on this planet.

No other city could compare to your birthplace, no matter how pretty or modern it was.

Just as you make to try the door, with your apology speech all ready to go, it suddenly opens and forces you to take a few steps back in surprise.

“I’m sorry, we aren’t open yet.” The apology comes from a tall man, whose delicate features would have fooled you into believing he wasn’t older than a high schooler. Yet his physique begs to differ, you could tell even from beneath all the layers. He’s wearing the shelter’s apron with the logo you’ve had Jisung design a few years back. A new employee, perhaps? You don’t recognize him, so that’s most likely the case.

Your gaze travels upwards until it meets his brown eyes that fidget at the sudden contact. “Sorry, I’m here to see Mrs. Jeon?”

The stranger shakes his head, bleached blond hair hiding an undercut following his every move. “Mrs. Jeon is out of the country.”

You wait for him to continue, provide more details but when he doesn’t and only raises a brow that almost asks ‘what are you still doing here?’ you sigh and turn to leave. “Right. Will you please tell her Y/n has stopped by?”

“Wait, Y/n L/n?”

You turn right on your heel, both of your eyebrows raised as if to challenge his. “Do I know you?”

He brings his hands up, showing he means no harm as a smile finds his rosy lips, one you don’t truly grasp the meaning of. “No! But I know you.”

Alright, now you’re properly creeped out. Noticing the look on your face, the man quickly corrects himself, letting out an awkward laugh as he rubs the back of his head. “I’m sorry, I’m not good with strangers. Mrs. Jeon does! I was recruited in your place when you didn’t come back in June.”

Oh, so he was your replacement. Great. You had no idea you’d entered a race to see how fast people and places you frequented could replace you during the summer. Very motivating and uplifting. You should have stayed home.

“Oh.” Despite all the thoughts overlapping each other in your head, you only manage to sigh, properly exhausted.

His eyes widen slightly, and without thinking, he grasps your elbow when you turn around to leave for good. “Please do come in! Mrs. Jeon has been waiting to hear from you. She left a note.”

“A note?” When he nods, you shake off his hand and accept the invitation, stepping inside filled with curiosity.

All of the furry friends were in the back, in a separate space away from the reception. The place was modern, decorated in warm, pastel colors that seemed to welcome you with a fuzzy hug, the surroundings pristine. Furry Friends Rescue was built from the ground up by Mrs Jeon’s late husband, who passed away a few years back, right after you started volunteering here. To honor his life, she kept this place running, making it her mission to find loving homes for all the animals that were brought in, investing most of her resources into modernizing the place and treating the animals like they deserved to be treated.

The shelter housed a veterinary office and a pet salon, run by other volunteers who were experts in their fields, students alike and even working people who would come by to offer a helping hand whenever they could. Mr Jeon was a vet – he used to treat all of the animals before he fell sick and became unable to work.

Making his way around the reception desk, which truly resembled the entrance of a corporation, even with all the pet pictures plastered on all the walls, and the dog pattern on the couch, the man picks up a note that was next to the bone-shaped phone.

“Here.”

Your fingers brush his as you take the small paper from him, but you don’t pay any attention to the slight color that appears on his cheeks.

Dear Y/n,

I hope your precious heart managed to heal during your trip

What fitting words for someone who had no idea why you left in the first place. Guess Mrs. Jeon knew you better than you thought, after all.

If you’re reading this, it means I have not yet returned from visiting my grandbabies. It also means Jaemin is the one looking after the place

Please work together until I’m back. He’s a nice kid and I believe you’ll get along well

That is if you’re still willing to return. Always put yourself first. If quitting is what you think is best, just know I’ll never hold it against you

With love, grandma J

P.S. there’s a surprise on the other side 😊

Curious, you flip over the page, eyes scanning the familiar handwriting to decipher what has she left you. A giggle escapes you soon after, shaking your head with fondness spilling from your eyes at her antics. You’re glad that after everything she’s been through, Mrs. Jeon has never changed.

“Is something funny?” The guy you’ve come to learn is named Jaemin asks from the other side of the desk, head tilted slightly in wonder making him resemble an actual puppy.

You dismiss him with a wave of your wrist, pocketing the note. Mrs. J’s brownie recipe you could never get enough of wouldn’t interest him anyway.

“So, you’re Jaemin?” You finally ask, giving him a once-over. He was tall, wearing a denim-on-denim outfit and smiled a little too brightly for your liking. Still, he did look like a nice guy, so you might as well give him a chance, even if meeting someone knew was the last thing you wanted to do.

As expected, he beams, thrusting a hand forward over the desk. “That’s me! Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You give him a small but genuine smile and shake his hand. “I’m a third year at SNU so I usually volunteer here during summer vacation. I hope we get along.”

He nods, listening to your every word. “Yeah, Mrs. Jeon mentioned we go to the same university. I’m a second year majoring in dance! I’m also a part of the football team so I apologize in advance if I ever end up leaving you here all alone when the season starts.”

Oh, what were the odds?

Your smile drops despite your effort in not reacting, retracting your hand a little too quickly while nodding and trying to act as normal as possible. “Cool.”

Turning around, you begin walking in the opposite direction to escape from this awkward situation Mrs. J has unknowingly put you in.

“Shall we go see the animals?”

He’s on your tail soon after, grabbing another apron on the way for you with that ever present sunny smile of his. Jaemin reminded you of a hyperactive puppy, a golden retriever who would do anything to make you happy, pulling silly stunts and stumbling over his own feet.

Turns out, his bright personality isn’t the only reason Mrs. J has hired Jaemin. You spend the next four hours together, taking care of the animals and talking, to your surprise. They all seemed to love him already, causing a ruckus at the mere sight of him, excited to be let out and greet you both properly.  The puppies especially as they’d run back and forth from you to him without stopping for a while, barely managing to bottle feed them in their excitement. Jaemin was nice, and easy to talk to, happy to get to know you but also talk your ear off when sensing you might need a laugh, managing to make everything funny. A great pick me up, you ended up agreeing with Mrs J’s statement – he was a good guy, the best that could have replaced you and helped her and all the staff in your absence.

For some reason, he felt comfortable opening up to you, and in turn, you told him some things about yourself too.

“What made you want to volunteer here?” He suddenly asks while cradling a noisy kitten, the sight comical.

You barely think before answering, gaze still trained on the bichon that has fallen asleep in your lap while you were brushing her. “I wasn’t allowed to have pets growing up, and I’ve always loved them. I was lucky my best friend had the most adorable puppy in the world right next door, but it wasn’t the same as owning one, you know?”

Jaemin nods, finally calming the kitten, eyes on you. “Oh, that sucks. I couldn’t imagine life without my two babies at home.”

You look up, curious. “You have dogs?”

“Two cats.” He throws a peace sign, chuckling when you smile. “I’m from Busan, so I only get to see them on holidays. I thought coming here and helping out four days a week might help me miss them less.”

“And? Does it help?” You point to the kitten that has fallen asleep in his arms, head crocked to the side weirdly. Looking down, he laughs and sets her in his lap, using his knuckles to gently pet between her ears, one of his hands as big as her whole body.

“It does, actually.” He smiles absentmindedly, most likely reminiscing about his fur babies. “But only momentarily. When I’m back in my dorm room, I still feel their absence.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all you say, a deep pang of sadness hitting you out of nowhere. You guess this is how Chris and Jisung feel as well, both away from their respective dogs they’ve more or less grown up with.

Jaemin shakes his head, still smiling and not as sad as you’d thought he’d be. “None of that. I facetime my mom every night just to see them.”

“That’s cute.” A smile finds its way on your face as you imagine him using the same baby voice he uses with the animals here on the phone with his mom, cooing at his cats.

“You’re cute.”

An uncharacteristic silence falls upon you as Jaemin searches for your gaze, dying to understand your reaction. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just weird, making you feel like you were doing something wrong. Which made no sense. Jisung and Chan called you cute all the time; not out of nowhere, but when the moment was right. Heck, Seohyun would write entire pages praising your beauty whenever you posted on Instagram – you knew you were cute. But this was different, this was someone that meant it romantically, you could tell. He was flirting with you, shooting his shot and seeing where it landed.

That wasn’t something you could reciprocate, especially not now.

When he notices the look in your eyes, the storm brewing behind them, he adds. “I was talking about Belle over there.”

You look down at Belle, the fluffy bichon in your lap, who is currently sleeping soundly on her back, tummy up and randomly kicking her feet once in a while, dreamland surely rowdy.

“Shut up.” You laugh a moment later, appreciating how fast he took the hint and backed off, leaning over to softly push him on the doggy mats, to which he pretends to fall just for your amusement.

With that out of the way, things return to normal quickly and before you know it, the other volunteers arrive and you’re biding Jaemin goodbye and going on your merry way, back to your apartment.

It’s afternoon now, hopefully your friends are awake by now.

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They were in fact, not awake. Jisung just moved himself from the spare bedroom he shared with Chris for the night to the living room couch to sleep some more, without having to deal with the other’s snoring. Seohyun was buried in your blanket, hiding from the world, in the same position she was in when you left that morning.

Like it or not, it seems their bodies were incapable of pulling all-nighters after doing it for so many years without suffering the day after. Hopefully, you all manage to fix your sleep schedules before your classes start properly, not wanting to miss too many and be left behind, confused out of your minds and barely figuring it out by the time exam season rolls around.

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“I’m sleepy.” Seohyun complains, reaching up to rub her eyes before remembering the pretty eyeliner currently gracing her eyelids and stopping at the last second, groaning.

You giggle, full of energy from the coffee Chris made sure got into your system before your first class, swirling the ice in your cup absentmindedly, mind somewhere else.

Busy on his phone, he doesn’t even look up as he responds. “You barely made it to class this morning and you’re still complaining?”

Monday, 10:15 am. Your first class of the day officially ended fifteen minutes ago and as you’ve been doing for two years now, your friend group meet up at your favorite location, the diner closest to campus that has become some sort of sanctuary by now.

Seohyun was majoring in communication so she did not share your classes yet somehow, the four of you have started the new school year in the same way – with a boring, way too long 8 am lecture that almost erased your will to live.

She shoots him a dirty look he doesn’t notice, but otherwise doesn’t respond, too tired to bother with Chris and his top student agenda. Because being popular, good at sports and everyone’s friend wasn’t enough for him; your best friend was the academic weapon every freshman aspired to be, without trying too hard either. Hands down the most gifted and smartest person you know.

“You did go to bed super late last night.” You reach for her hand across the table, gently massaging her palm in hopes she’ll feel a bit better.

Just then, Jisung returns with your drinks, handing them out one by one like he was a barista himself. When he’s done and you all thank him, he takes his seat across from you and Chris, next to Seohyun. “What did I miss?”

“Seohyun was complaining.” Chris responds instantly, fingers typing away. What could be more interesting than spending time with your closest friends?

“Oh, so nothing new.”

At the same time, you softly smack the back of Chris’ head while she smacks Jisung, with a little more force, only the latter reacting loudly.

“Stop being mean.” You reprimand, and Chris puts his phone down with a sigh, leaning back in his chair to stretch his arms above his head.

“For your information, being late was not my fault.” Seohyun chimes in, finally in the mood to explain herself after taking several sips of her coffee. “This random guy ran straight into me, I was tackled to the ground!”

Concern flashes over your features. “Are you okay?”

She nods. “Yeah, don’t worry. He helped me up and gathered all of my books while apologizing. Then I met up with Ji and he carried my bag to class.”

Both you and Chris shoot Jisung a curious look, not convinced he went through all of that trouble out of the kindness of his own heart.

“In my defense,” Jisung shrugs, his arm thrown over the booth behind Seohyun’s head, “I really did not want to come to class.”

Chris chuckles and sips from his strawberry milkshake while you shake your head, smiling and pinching the back of Jisung’s hand that was resting on the table, to which he retaliates by throwing the straw paper in your face.

“To be honest, I wasn’t paying attention either so he’s not entirely to blame here.” She continues like neither of you has said anything, resting her head in her palm with a dreamy look in her eyes. “Besides, he was fucking gorgeous. I swear I’ve never seen such a beautiful man before. And his freckles? Literal constellations right on his cheeks, oh my god.”

“Okay, Juliet, pipe down.” Jisung flicks her forehead and she swats his hand away, glaring.

Amused, you lean closer with interest. “Did you get his name?”

She shakes her head. “No” Then, her gaze moves to Chris. “That’s why, I need you to find him for me.”

Raising a brow, he reaches for your drink to have a taste before responding. “What am I, the local newspaper? You’re the one who bumped into him.”

“Yes, but you literally know everyone on campus.”

He makes a face, deeming your drink too bitter for his taste. “So do you.”

That was true. Seohyun was the definition of a social butterfly, mingling with all cliques and being liked by everyone she came into contact with. However, she was also very perceptive so if someone’s vibe seemed off, she could come across as cold and aloof, not giving them the time of day.

“Please?” She continues, resorting to the infamous puppy eyes. “This guy might be the love of my life, Chris, please help me.”

“What about Mark?” Jisung buts in, giving her a questioning look. Immediately, you and Chris signal for him to cut it out, abort the ship and never utter that name for as long as he draws breath.

Seohyun’s gaze drops to her cup, manicured finger moving back and forth on the edge, pretending she didn’t hear any of the words that have left Jisung’s mouth. To his credit, Jisung looks a little guilty, arm sliding over her shoulder and squeezing briefly in a silent apology, hoping it will be enough to fix things.

The probability of this mystery guy being the love of her life was low, but Chris seemed to feel bad enough to give in, exhaling deeply. Seohyun’s track record wasn’t great – for some reason, she always fell for emotionally unavailable guys, with her latest situationship ending not too long ago once she realized Mark did not want anything serious.

She didn’t deserve all that. Seohyun was the sweetest, kindest person you knew, with a heart of gold. If anyone deserved to find true love and grow old with rosy cheeks, still feeling butterflies at the mention of her beloved’s name no matter how many years passed, it was her. And you’d be damned if you didn’t try to make that happen.

“Let’s find this pretty boy of yours.” You smile as Chris nods, enjoying the way her face gradually lights up.

“Really?”

“I’d feel like I kicked a puppy while it was down if I didn’t, so what the hell. We’ve done crazier things anyways.” Chris adds and she squeals, getting out of the booth to come over and hug him, suddenly excited.

“Oh!” She rushes back to her seat, instantly rummaging through her bag. “This is his. I think it got mixed up with my books when I dropped them. He was in a hurry.”

The three of you huddle together as she places a small notebook on the table, curious about its contents that might reveal the identity of Seohyun’s prospective new…something. Let’s hope boyfriend, and nobody that treats her less than that.

Chris is the one who dares open it, flipping through the pages in wonder.

“These are…recipes?” He blinks, drawing a blank as the measurements for the perfect ‘gooey brownies’ stare him right in the face.

None of you says anything for a moment, the gears in your head turning and working simultaneously before Jisung breaks the silence with an unexpected outburst.

“Oh my god, he’s a fucking loser!”

Safe to say, he got smacked a couple more times before your next class of the day. Lovingly, of course.

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With everyone promising to ask around for Seohyun’s prince charming, you go on with your day until your last class, when you established to meet again for a little get together with all of your other friends.

The sun was starting to set, casting a warm, golden hue that extended throughout the whole campus, creating mesmerizing surroundings you could barely look away from. Thankfully by now, you’re outside, enjoying the warm breeze and nice weather that might not return any time soon as the days will only continue to get shorter and shorter as time passes.

You’re currently near the football field, cutting through near the bleachers to get to the other side where Chris and his swimming team are currently meeting. Seohyun is skipping a few feet in front of you, obviously in good spirits.

“Didn’t know Chris needed a chaperone.” She teases, turning to you with a smile as she starts walking backwards.

You chuckle. “Well, he is our ride.”

“We could have walked.” She stretches her arms as if to prove a point. “It’s such a beautiful day! It’s a shame we have to miss out on the rest of it, too.”

You were on your way to a bar, a new one that opened all the way in Hongdae. The owner has invited 3racha, Chris and Jisung’s music group personally, so it would be rude to not show up, even if you did share her sentiment. If it were up to you, you’d be in bed, snuggling already, but your friends have made it a point to keep you out of the house as much as possible.

“Just say thank you, Seohyun.”

“Thank you, Seohyun, for being the hottest girl around!”

You both laugh, enjoying each other’s company before she turns back around and resumes her skipping, long, bleached hair flowing freely behind her in the prettiest way. As you reach for your phone to record her for memories, a speck of red gets your attention in an instant.

You keep walking but your eyes are glued to the field now, to the eight or so guys dressed in the white and red uniform of your university’s American football team. Your heart rate picks up in an instant, scanning their jersey numbers in a hurry.

Relief floods your system when you don’t find what you’re looking for, slowing down. These guys looked young, most likely freshmen trying out for a spot in the most famous football team your university has had in years. You didn’t know how that worked, your memory failed you as you tried to remember when tryouts took place. It seemed a little too early for all that though, too soon to be looking for new people when the season kicked off somewhere in October, a good month and a half away. You couldn’t help but wonder why the hurry.

“Y/n! Watch out!”

Seohyun’s screaming startles you out of your thoughts, your eyes coming into focus to see a football flying right in your direction, quickly approaching your head. Before you know it, you’re ducking and running, feeling bad for snoozing and interfering with practice. Of course, this had to happen, you were cursed after all. You could never be near a sports field without something hitting you, no matter how small or insignificant the object, it always had to make contact with your face.

However, you don’t make it very far before you come to an abrupt stop as you collide with something or better said, someone, the impact causing you to stumble a few steps back until rough, gloved hands stabilize you by the shoulders.

When you regain your footing and finally look up at your saviour, your heart actually stops.

Because the one looking back, right through you is none other than Hyunjin. Your Hyunjin.

Or actually, he wasn’t yours anymore, now, was he?

Hyunjin who’s written his name across your heart in golden letters, that suddenly lit up at the mere sight of him. Your ex-boyfriend looked almost unrecognizable, his short black hair replaced by long, bleached locks that were pushed back, away from his face in a little ponytail.

You were a fool to think he wouldn’t be here. He was the captain after all and the coach was nowhere in sight.

The air wasn’t entering your lungs anymore, yet somehow you were still breathing, being kept afloat by his familiar hands on your skin, so overly conscious of his touch that you barely registered the shiver running down your spine.

After three months apart with no communication, Hyunjin was finally looking at you, forced to acknowledge your presence. It felt a little surreal, bumping into him so soon. Sure, you were expecting it, but not on your very first day back to campus, not when you still haven’t processed the fact that you weren’t together anymore. Everything in you longed for him and all his endearing quirks, even after all this time; even after he broke your heart.

You don’t dare look away, and neither does he, enthralled by those beautiful eyes of his that used to watch your every move with so much love and care. Now, you don’t see any of these emotions, but there is an intensity to his gaze that you can’t quite put your finger on. Time always seemed to come to a stop when you were with him and right now it was no different. All of your surroundings faded, leaving him the sole object of your attention.

There was a new piercing adorning his face, right under his bleached eyebrow. It looked good, like everything he deemed worthy enough to leave a mark on his body. But that wasn’t what got your heart beating again, pounding against your ribcage at an alarming pace he was sure to hear even from afar.

Without looking away, his hands slide down your arms slowly, and for a brief moment, you think they’re going to find solace in yours, just like they’ve done for all these years. By the surprise flickering in his eyes, you believe he thought of the same thing, catching himself at the last second and taking a step back, arms falling to his side heavily.

“Yo, what the fuck was that?” A new voice has you both snapping out of it, finally allowing you to look away and escape the staring war neither had the resources to win. It’s familiar, and as someone stops right by your side, seemingly out of nowhere, there’s no doubt in your mind about his identity.

“Y/n, are you okay?

You blink, and the magic from before finally dissipates completely, almost like the spell Hyunjin has got you under broke the moment he made himself busy by reaching for his helmet on the ground. When you manage to tear your eyes from him, Yeonjun, one of his friends and teammates, comes into view and places a hand on your shoulder in concern. The ball that almost collided with your head is under his other arm, and you notice that he’s not wearing his gloves as he should be.

Eventually, you nod, looking straight into his eyes while mustering your most convincing smile. “Yeah, don’t worry. Nothing even happened.”

“It almost did.” He states, glaring towards the group of men who seemed glued on the spot. “If it weren’t for Hyunjin, things might have ended badly.”

You look away, not knowing how to act around them anymore. Hyunjin doesn’t respond either, just moves out of the way as Seohyun sprints to your rescue, pulling your body into the tightest hug and putting some distance between you and the two men.

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt anywhere, right?” She’s instantly checking you all over, dusting invisible dirt off your clothes before patting your head lovingly, just like a mother would do to comfort her sobbing child. Truthfully speaking, you weren’t far from turning into one, but the mortification of bursting into tears in front of all these people kept your emotions in check. You reckon a football to the face would have hurt less than having Hyunjin treat you like a stranger he’s meeting for the first time, barely reacting to your sudden appearance.

In hindsight, him reacting differently was almost impossible. Especially in the way you’d want him to react. Hyunjin had changed right before your very eyes in the last months before your relationship ended, burying his sweet and sensitive nature so deep down that you feared it might have gotten erased permanently.

Grasping her hands, you nod to calm her racing mind. “I’m fine, mom.” Then, you turn to Yeonjun again. “Sorry for interrupting practice like that. I should have been more careful.”

You hear Hyunjin scoff from somewhere behind you, still not brave enough to show his face, while Yeonjun shakes his head vehemently. “Nonsense. You did nothing wrong. Those guys though? They did plenty.”

He squeezes your shoulder reassuringly before excusing himself to join said guys, voice loud and annoyed. “Who were you passing that to? Are you fucking blind or just stupid?”

Yeonjun had no authority over them, not like Hyunjin did anyway. But he was still a seasoned player, one that’s been with the team for two years, so his words carried significant weight. He was a year older than all of you yet only decided to give football a chance in his second year, joining the team at the same time as Hyunjin. Their roles on the team were the opposite of each other – while Hyunjin was on the offensive, Yeonjun was a defensive player in charge of keeping the other team as far away as possible. Yet, they clicked and worked so well together that the probability of SNU losing a game with both of them present was close to none.

Bonding outside the field proved just as easy and before you knew it, Yeonjun became one of Hyunjin’s treasured friends, bringing their envied teamwork to more events than necessary.

For these guys to have a chance before the coach, they first needed to impress these two. And one thing about Hyunjin was that he was very hard to impress, especially in the areas he excelled in.

Your eyes naturally gravitate towards him along with your thoughts, his magnetic field still as strong as always. To your utter surprise, he moved to stand a little further away, facing his potential new teammates.

“Who threw that?”

The sound of his voice alone is enough to overwhelm you, suddenly way too emotional to keep still, to manage to keep your cool and act as nonchalant as he was. You haven’t heard that voice in so long, you’re sure you’d have collapsed if he as much as uttered your name.

Your name on his tongue has always been your favorite sound, no other word ever coming close to having that same effect.

Sheepishly, one of the guys steps forward while rubbing the back of their necks, visibly taken aback by the coldness in Hyunjin’s voice.

Hyunjin’s eyes narrow just as Seohyun links her arm through yours and tugs your body closer.

“Apologize.”

“Yes, captain!” He nods instantly, bowing repeatedly in Hyunjin’s direction to show exactly how sorry he feels for disappointing him. “I’m –“

“Not to me.” Hyunjin crosses his arms over wide chest, shoulder blade plates making him look even more intimidating as he stands to his full height, rolling his eyes. “To her.”

Your eyes widen as the guy looks up, searching for you with confusion visible even through his big helmet. Hesitantly, he changes targets, stopping before you and Seohyun.

“Hyunjin – “ You manage to squeak out, hating the way your voice almost gets caught in your throat, heat rushing to your face.

“Let him apologize.” His gaze travels to you leisurely, impatience clear in usual doe eyes.

But you aren’t far behind, a little annoyed by his insistence, managing to pull yourself together to counter. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“And last I checked, I didn’t ask for your opinion.” As quick-witted as always, Hyunjin isn’t even looking at you anymore, not bothering to react in any other way, like you weren’t even worth getting annoyed at. “He made a mistake that under normal circumstances, could have cost us the game. He needs to own up to it and apologize not only to you but to his teammates as well.”

Then, the guy seems to get smaller under his sharp gaze, instantly dropping into a deep bow and obeying Hyunjin’s words to a T. “I’m so sorry for throwing the ball in your direction!” In the next second, he’s spinning around and bowing to the other guys as Seohyun struggles to keep in her laughter at his next words. “I’m sorry for being an idiot!”

To his credit, Hyunjin hasn’t addressed him as such, always one to keep things professional. Yet, you notice the slight twitch of his mouth, obviously pleased and amused as Yeonjun bursts out laughing.

The guys bow in return, and suddenly they’re all shouting apologies at each other, owning up to all of the little mistakes they’ve made up until now that might’ve inconvenienced the other in some way, feeling bad for possibly giving anyone a hard time.

Not being able to hold it in anymore, your best friend almost collapses from laughter, needing to walk it off to calm down, only to start again as she locks eyes with Yeonjun a little farther away.

You’re so taken aback that you don’t even know how to react, watching the scene before you as flabbergasted as one could get. It was wholesome to see these kids already acting like a team but a part of you couldn’t help but feel bad once it remembered none might actually get to play and represent their university on the field. Hyunjin was trying to instil some discipline into them, but at what cost? What was the point?

Just as you’re contemplating everything that happened, the eight guys suddenly stop and turn to bow in Hyunjin’s direction as well, apologizing at the same time like it’s an activity they’ve rehearsed beforehand. It gets quiet as they wait for an answer, not even daring to raise their heads and see Hyunjin’s reaction, just patiently waiting for the go ahead so they can go back to practice.

Since when was Hyunjin running this team like the fucking marines?

Despite not looking at him, when Hyunjin nods they all stand to their full heights before him, awaiting further instructions. The mood shifts, all tense and serious like they weren’t sweet and wholesome just a moment ago.

“Since none of you seem able to handle one of these yet,” he barely finishes his sentence before Yeonjun passes him the ball, catching it with ease to hold up for the others to see. It all happened so quickly and naturally, that the others most likely didn’t notice, but you did. Hyunjin isn’t using his dominant hand. “you’ll be running laps until the coach gets here. Whoever is not up for it, drop your gears – you’re out.”

You’re expecting complaints and groans in protest but instead, they all nod and succumb to their miserable fates, doing exactly what Hyunjin has instructed. A little further away, you notice Yeonjun laughing without shame, having a blast at their expense.

“Asshole.” Seohyun murmurs, rolling her eyes, and you’re unsure who she’s talking about. “Let’s go. Any more time and Chris will send his speedo wearing army out in the wild to look for us.”

You want to laugh, to agree, and turn your back on this incident and leave without a word. But you can’t, feet lodged into place like you were standing on the biggest patch of mud around.

Hyunjin’s back was already to you, form cladded in that familiar uniform you’ve felt under your fingertips for years. The 20 under his surname written in capital letters on his jersey were almost mocking you, mad for holding their twin hostage in your mess of a closet. It doesn’t matter – in a month or so, they’ll be replaced in favour of a new design that comes around every new season. Just like your presence in his life will inevitably be filled by someone else; someone better, capable of loving him at his worst.

You had so much to say, so many words eager to escape and latch onto him, to get his attention and feed from it, growing bolder and more desperate with every second spent by his side. Hyunjin always brought the best out of you – until he broke things off. Then everything just came to a stop. Like someone lifted the stylus off of a vinyl before the song got the chance to come to an end, damaging the record and your ears in the process.

You loved music but suddenly, your life was quiet.

Hyunjin has been your muse for the entirety of your relationship, all of your songs based on him and the love that managed to blossom thanks to your shared effort. The butterflies and the fireworks all faded without a trace, making your music sound bland and meaningless, off-key since the one who inspired it was no longer there.

You wanted to call out his name, get him to stop and not leave you behind again but you didn’t know how, unable to without bursting into tears and breaking down for everyone to see. Hyunjin has been a part of your life for so many years, how were you ever supposed to start acting like he never was? Erasing him and the mark he left would surely be impossible without a potion of sorts, some Eternal Sunshine mechanism that will ensure your brain will be tricked into believing he was never here, to begin with.

Seohyun is off to the side, giving you the space needed to put your thoughts in order, for your next move. This was your chance, the moment you’ve been waiting for.

But you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t run after him no matter how loudly your heart was screaming in protest.

So, you turn around and latch onto your best friend as she begins pulling you along, quick to come to your rescue as always. Struggling to keep it together, with tears welling up in your eyes, you miss the way he turns to look in your direction one more time. One last time.

You’ve always believed Hyunjin was the love of your life, the one you’d grow old holding hands with.

Now, your perspective has changed, as did the main character role he has played in your story for the past five years. No longer was he the charming male lead, the prince coming in on a white horse to swoop you off your feet in a grand gesture of romance.

Hyunjin was the loss of your life. The one that managed to get away even with the tight grip you’ve tried to keep on his heart.

Hyunjin transformed into a background character that won’t be there for the ride, and won’t get to witness the new developments happening from now on in your life.

You would have rather been the one written off the story if it meant keeping him. Unfortunately, that was not a possibility since without you, there wouldn’t be a story to begin with.

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[hermetiqa]

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE'S FIRST IMPRESSION OF YOU

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PILE ONE

Hello, Pile 1! Welcome to your reading. So what I'm getting is that your future spouse's first impression of you will be a mix of emotional, intellectual, and practical nature. Your future spouse will see you as their soulmate or "the one" the moment they see/meet you. When you meet, they'll be in the stage of life where life's testing them real bad. I feel like they're one of the fixed signs who will be heavily affected by Pluto in Aquarius and their life will be such a rollercoaster ride. So when they meet you, they'll feel like this rollercoaster ride has just ended because you'll be their comfort zone. I'm seeing that you could have a masculine energy who's emotionally intelligent and/or connected/in touch with your emotions. Your future spouse admires this trait of yours and it makes them want you even more in their life. I'm also getting that your future spouse sees you as someone who's practical and might be good with money. You could be financially stable or money flows easily for you. They see you as someone nurturing and caring, to the point that you're really committed to them and to your relationship.

PILE TWO

Hello there, Pile 2! Welcome to your reading. First of all, what I'm getting here is that your future spouse will see you as someone who constantly learns something new. You might meet at a university or institutions or workplace where you're required to learn and enhance new skills. To your future spouse, you're a logical person and you might have masculine energy. I'm getting the IDGAF energy here and this might be their first impression of you. They see you as someone who doesn't tolerate toxicity and bad behavior. When someone does you wrong or dirty for the first time and they apologize to you, you'll accept and forgive. But if they do it again on the second time, that's a goodbye to them. There will be no third time. You don't give a fuck whether they'll be hurt when you cut ties because first of all, that's their fault and you're simply protecting yourself from their energy. I'm also seeing that your future spouse will see you as someone who knows what you want and you just do your thing and get it. Just like in Ariana's song 7 rings, "I want it, I got it" which I keep hearing right now. I also feel like when you meet, you might be in a "stuck" situation or you're mentally foggy and they'll notice this so your future spouse will have the urge to help you or approach you and be in their strongest masculine energy because they see you as someone with masculine energy, and they'll try to beat that. Not because of ego, but because they know you have high standards and well, they want you so they'll try to fit in those standards, but not in a fake or pretentious way, but in a way that they'll be a better person.

PILE THREE

Hello, Pile 3! Welcome to your reading. Well, this is such a passionate and fiery energy here. I'm getting that your future spouse's first impression of you is that they'll see you as someone who's fiery. You have a lot of courage and when someone tests you or makes your life a bit difficult, you don't back down. Instead, you fight back. I can see that your future spouse sees you as someone who's expanding your finances. You're trying to make your financial life stable here, or even more than stable. You could meet at a workplace, specifically in business-related workplaces. I'm seeing a woman wearing a white blouse, dark blue/navy trousers and 3-inch black heels standing in front of a desk and typing something on the computer, helping someone get their work done or looking at their work. This could be you or them. I'm also seeing that your future spouse sees you as a passionate person, you're passionate in your job and you get all your work done. I feel like you could be the CEO here. I'm also seeing that your future spouse will be really physically attracted to you when you first meet (to a sexual level). They'll be starstruck when they see you and it'll feel like the world suddenly stopped moving.

[peterman-spideyparker]

Babe (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Here's the angst I was talking about! I've probably had this written for like . . . 6-8 months, but I finally feel good enough with it to post. This first part can be read as a stand-alone, but I'm gonna post a part two that can be read with it. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Matt is your great love. He is everything to you. But when Matt takes a trip to California for work and a video of Daredevil emerges doing the walk of shame, you feel like dying inside. And it marks the end for you.

Song Inspo: Babe (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift

Warnings: ANGST, Matt and reader are married, Matt cheats on reader, they're both heartbroken at the situation, swearing

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,118

All you can do is replay the short videos you’ve seen in your head, the tabloid headlines—even the gifs that were made. Over and over again, all you can see is Matt, in a red and yellow suit, whistling and walking barefoot down a suburban sidewalk after leaving a house there. Your husband, your Matt. Your Matty. The man you love, the man you vowed your life to.

You turn your head when you hear footsteps shuffle at the other side of the door, keys jingling in the lock before the old door swings open. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” he says with a warm smile as he moves in the entryway. The smile quickly fades when he senses your bags and the salt from your tears. “(Y/N), what’s going on?”

Matt takes a step forward, but you take a step back. 

“Angel—,” he tries again. You know he knows, but he’s always had a strong poker face, even with you.

“I just want to know one thing,” you say, your voice cracking as your bottom lip trembles. “How could you do something like that?”

He looses all color from his face. He knows exactly what you’re talking about. “I . . . I don’t know. It’s a shit response, but—.”

“No. No.” A tear rolls down your cheek. “You can’t justify it. This is the consequence for what you did.”

“I don’t know why I did what I did, but angel, please understand—!”

“I’m not your angel anymore, Matt, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to understand what you did out there. I . . . I keep picturing these things, what you could’ve done, what you did—your lips on her neck. I can’t unsee that.”

“Please—.”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I’ll get a lawyer, I won’t ask for anything, and it’ll be done quick. No need to drag it out.” You pick up your bags and walk past him to the door, Matt looking completely broken. “I’ll get the rest of my things when you’re not here.”

“(Y/N), please, let’s talk this through.”

You take a deep breath. “Did you flirt with her?”

His mouth opens slightly. “Yes.”

“Did you kiss her?”

He lets out a sigh. “Yes.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

He hangs his head. “Yes.”

“Did you keep your wedding ring on during the trip?”

You see tears rolling down his cheeks. “No.”

You wipe a tear of your own away. “Then I don’t see what else there is to talk through. We weren’t important enough to you. I haven’t been in a long time, I think.” You pick up your bag again. “I left my rings by the bed.”

“I can’t lose you,” he breathes. 

“You lost me when you flirted with her.”

“(Y/N), please.” He sounds like broken glass being shuffled around on the ground. 

“I’ll never be able to look at you the same. The man who swore to never hurt me. To love me for the rest of his life.”

“I do love you, (Y/N). I-I . . .” His eyes pinch shut, defeat setting in on his features. “I am so sorry I hurt you. I-I know there’s nothing I can do to change what I did. But let me—.”

“Try to make it up to me? Try to prove you love me? Show that it was a lapse in judgement? Matt, there’s nothing you can do. I can’t look at you the same as I did.”

“You don’t want to even fight for us?” he says, anger now creeping into his voice. “You’re just ready to throw in the towel?”

“Don’t you dare—.”

“You bet I fucking dare. I promised you through thick and thin, and right now, we’re in the thick of it. I’m not letting you leave this loft until we at least talk!”

“We did!”

“No, we didn’t. You asked me questions, but your mind was made up before I even got back in the city.”

“Matt, it’s like you’re missing the point! I love you—!”

“And I love you!”

“Matt, I have never felt wanted or treasured or loved in a relationship before, and then I met you and I felt all of that and more. You are my whole world, and you just tossed me aside for a fling because . . . because . . . because I don’t know why! And it just feels like all of that, all of what we shared, was just an act.”

“It wasn’t. I swear, it wasn’t.”

“Then why did you hurt me like that?”

Matt’s bottom lip trembled as he takes in a deep breath. 

“Jen . . .” Hearing her name is like a gut punch that tears your heart in two. “She gets it. Having powers, being able to help people . . . It was nice to connect with someone like that.”

You bite the inside of the bottom of your lip, the corners of your lips pulling into a deep pout.

“And she gets what it’s like being an attorney,” you add, your voice wet with tears.

He lets out a dejected breath. “She does.”

He wants someone that’s like him, that gets it. How could I have been so stupid? 

Your lip begins to tremble viciously, and Matt rushes to take your hands. 

“I love that you don’t have the same job as me,” he starts. “I love that we have different interest. I love how we complement one another.”

“Matt—.”

“I love how you’ve always been my rock since we met. Since before we started dating.”

“Matt, please—.”

“I love your head, and I love your heart. I love you for everything you are and how you fill the holes in my soul.”

You’re both crying now, but you can’t look at him. If you look at him, you’re afraid you’ll stay.

“I never questioned if I was good enough for you,” you croak. “Ever since I saw . . . Ever since I saw those videos of you leaving in your suit, barefoot outside of her place, that’s all I’ve been able to do. How I failed as a partner, as a friend.”

“You didn’t—.”

“I know. This isn’t on me.” You take a step back, pulling your hands from his. “You were my great love, Matt. I’ll always appreciate that. But all my trust is gone, now. Please understand that.”

He nods, his bottom lip between his teeth. “You can leave,” he says feebly, his voice wet with tears. “I deserve it. You deserve better. But I need you to know I’m always going to love you.”

“And I’m never going to stop loving you.”

Your chest hurts. Your lungs burn and your heart shatters as you grab your bag and walk out of your home. 

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HOT AS HELL | Eddie Munson [pt. 4]

summary ⇝ Eddie can finally clear things up and make amends, but Jason Carver always has to be in the way, luckily for Eddie, you’re there just on time.

warnings ⇝ language, violence, kissing, smut! p in v, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, Switch!Eddie (if you squint), oral (F), palming, mirror sex, praising, whiny Eddie 🫢, mdni.

read previous part here!

Some shimmery, orange liquor sloshed around in your cup as you swayed and spun on the dance floor. The music was blaring, people were packed in like sardines on the dance floor, and everyone was drinking as much as they could get their hands on.

You had your eyes closed as you swayed along to the music. Everything felt good, the music, the alcohol, the adrenaline that came from parties like this, all of it was getting to you.

The plastic devil horns atop your head were crooked and your dress swished with your movements.You were in absolute bliss as you were dancing, the alcohol having hit your system a while ago and now having an effect on you.

Your mind was starting to get cloudy, and all you wanted to do was dance and drink some more.

And all Eddie could do was stare. This was you in your element, and far from his. You were magnetic, it wasn't surprising to Eddie that this is the girl who got all the guys, but that you wanted him was.

Eddie was sat against the wall, watching you from across the room. His stomach had done flips when he saw you walk into the party in that dress. You looked like sin, like a perfect representation of what it would feel like to go to hell.

Your dancing had picked up, the alcohol having definitely gotten to you now. You were giggling and laughing with your friends, your body swaying and moving to the beat of the music.

You could feel eyes on you, but even in your inebriated state you could tell who those eyes belonged too.

Eddie.

He was watching you.

He could see your smile falter as you looked at him, at how your arms almost dropped before you took another gulp of your drink and started dancing the night away. Eddie's heart thumped in his chest.

He was desperate to get up, get across the room and talk to you. Explain himself or apologise or just anything to get you to acknowledge him again, but he seemed frozen in place.

That's when Jason stumbled over, like an elephant in heels, drunk. "Yo, where's the good stuff?" Jason's voice bellowed out.

Eddie had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at Jason's stumbling form. "Good stuff?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. "What 'good stuff' do you want here, Carver?"

Jason frowned, before scoffing. "The only reason you're here is because, first, I let you, and second, I got told you'd bring weed."

Eddie leaned back against the wall more, an unimpressed look on his face. "I mean, I do," he said, keeping his cards close to his chest. "But you really think I'd give any to you, of all people?"

Jason smirked, though it was anything but friendly. "Alright, I won't fight you in my house, but watch your back."

Eddie's eye twitched at the threat. Jason just made himself more unlikeable by the second, it was practically in his blood.

But he wasn't going to let Jason rile him up, not here. "Are you threatening me, Carver?" He said calmly, his arms uncrossing

"I don't know, am I?" Jason's friends let out barks of laughter.

Eddie clenched his jaw, feeling his blood start to boil. Jason was deliberately egging him on now. He took a breath in, trying to calm himself down. "You're a prick, you know that?"

Jason was done, his mouth twisted downwards before his fingers gripped Eddie by the shoulders and aggressively shoved Eddie against the wall. "Fuck you say?" The wind nearly got knocked out of Eddie from where Jason had shoved him.

The music and people around them continued to buzz and move around, oblivious to what was going on and what was about to unfold.

Eddie bared his teeth at Jason, his hands balling up into fists at his sides. He wanted to punch Jason, he should punch Jason.

Jason's goons began to each have their turn, and if they weren't, the cheered the others on.

It started off just being shove after shove, each one getting more and more aggressive. Eddie's head was soon ringing from the amount of times it had been slammed against the wall.

Each one of Jason's friends had a turn at shoving him until eventually Jason was the only one left

He leaned in close to Eddie, a wicked look on his face. "Any last words, freak?"

Eddie struggled against the hold of the people behind him, the blood in his veins pumping, ready to fight and scream and do anything to get out of what was happening. He was about to swear and scream at Jason as loudly as he could when suddenly your voice cut through the noise.

"Jason, what the hell are you doing?"

Everyone froze, including Eddie, his gaze moving from Jason to you as you stood a few feet away from them.

He had never been more grateful to hear your voice.

You were standing just off to the side, your arms crossed over your chest and a look of anger on your face.

Jason, however, seemed taken by surprise by your sudden presence. He dropped his grip on Eddie, before straightening himself out. "This doesn't concern you." He told you.

But you weren't listening to him, you were only looking at Eddie.

He looked back at you, holding eye contact for a moment and silently pleading for you to keep helping. He let out a sharp exhale, his breathing still heavy and his body tense. You took a step closer, putting yourself in the middle of everything.

"It clearly does if you're shoving Eddie into a wall." Your voice was controlled, but still sharp and loud as you said this.

Jason's eyebrow twitched up in confusion, before he unfitted Eddie's jacket and turned solely to you. "So you concerned for the freak?"

Eddie let out a scoff beside you, rolling his eyes at the comment from Jason.

You ignored him, still looking at Jason with a fire in your eyes. "Why were you beating him up, Jason?"

Jason's mouth gaped open for a moment, shocked from you asking him such a question. "You're taking his side over mine?" He asked, disbelief clear in his voice as he looked at you.

You were getting fed up now. Jason wasn't answering the question, he was just avoiding it. Typical. "Answer me." You said firmly.

Jason was practically reeling now, taken aback by your persistence. "He deserved it, alright?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're a fucking piece of work," you scoffed before pushing past him, and grabbing Eddie by his wrist. "Come on."

Eddie stumbled along, his body still sore from being shoved against the wall and punched but he was grateful to get away from Jason and the rest of his goons.

He still couldn't believe you'd come and stood up for him, helped him even.

You dragged him to a bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind him. "What the hell was that? Your face is all busted."

Eddie leaned against the bathroom sink, breathing still heavy. He let out a forced laugh, a small smirk appearing on his face. "What, that? Just a regular day for me, sweetheart."

You gave him a look while you eyed the blood on his teeth. "This is the second time l've had to help your ass."

His smirk widened. "I'm starting to think all I need to get you to talk to me is to get my ass kicked." He said jokingly, his heart still racing from what had happened.

You sighed, before grabbing a dry wash cloth. You turned to the sink and dampened it.

A part of Eddie still couldn't believe you were here with him, after avoiding him all week and practically ignoring his existence.

You turned to him, silently, before pressing the cloth on his upper lip, letting the washcloth absorb some of his blood.

Eddie let out a slight whimper as the cloth connected with his lip. It stung slightly, his lip must have been split from all the punching.

He was still so tempted to reach out and touch you instead of this wash cloth, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Eddie stood there silently as you cleaned up the blood on his face. His heart was racing, his mind reeling and his body practically begging to touch you, to take you in his arms.

But he didn't. He stood there and stayed silent, watching you work.

Once enough of his blood was gently wiped away, you turned the cloth over and wet it again, before pressing it on the mark above his eyebrow.

He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, his eyes following your every movement. He was desperate to keep his cool, he desperately tried to stay calm.

You were so close to him, he could feel you breathe and smell your perfume again, it was driving him wild.

"Okay," you sighed. "I think you're fine now."

Eddie felt his heart drop when you said that. He didn't want you to stop, he wanted you to continue running that washcloth over his skin, touching him, holding his face.

He just wanted to be the subject of your touches again, especially now.

The washcloth was lowered, you were done cleaning him up.

He was silently begging for you to keep touching him, please god keep touching him, but all he was met with was your gaze, and neither of you said anything at all. You were only looking at each other, the bathroom being quiet except for the muffled music from the party outside.

You took him in, how his eyes were a lighter, honey brown if in the light, how his hair is now a bit more unruly, begging for you to run your hand through it. He was beautiful in ways that you couldn't admit.

Eddie's heart thumped in his chest as he returned your gaze. He was staring so intensely at you, his eyes wandering down your face and body, taking in your appearance.

You were practically stunning to him, hell, to anyone with eyes.

The way the dress fit your body and hugged you in all the right places, the way your hair was styled, your makeup that accentuated your features, and even the pointy, red horns sat on top your head, it all drove him mad.

"Eddie...?" Your voice was almost a whisper as you spoke, feeling the fronts of your shoes meet his.

He swallowed, the sound of you saying his name sending a shiver down his spine.

He could feel your body so close to his, the tips of your shoes meeting his own, it was so close to being too much for him but he was too lost in you to care. He could barely think, let alone answer.

But he let out a weak, "Yeah?"

You took in a long breath. "Please kiss me."

Those words sounded like music to his ears.

His eyes widened for just a moment, processing what you had said, before he quickly composed himself.

Without hesitation, he surged forward and captured your lips in a kiss, and a copper, metallic taste entered your mouth. His hands went straight to your waist, pushing you against the bathroom counter.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you let your arms fall around his neck, and allowing yourself to get lost in him.

You needed this as much as he did.

His lips were frantic as he kissed you, like he was starved of your touch.

Eddie had missed this so much, being able to hold you like this, even if he got to experience it only once. His lips began to move desperately against your own, his grip on your waist getting tighter and tighter.

A low moan escaped his lips as your fingers tugged and played with his hair, the feeling driving him wild. You let out a sigh into the kiss when you felt his thick rings dig into your waist, not hating the feeling.

He desperately tried to get even closer to you, closing any space between you, his tongue poking against your tongue desperately.

You felt him bend at the knees slightly, taking this as a sign to jump, allowing for him to drop you onto the counter. Eddie's heart skipped a beat when your legs wrapped around him like this, pulling his body flush against yours.

He leaned in even closer, his lips travelling over your face and down your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive spots.

You gasped, craning your head to give him more access to your neck. A moan tangled up in your throat when Eddie found that one sweet spot.

He continued to kiss and nibble on that one specific spot, his hands going to rub up and down your thighs.

The music blared and the ground gently shook with the bass notes.

His hips were beginning to slowly move with the rhythm, his body completely pushed up against yours.

One of his hands crept up higher, beginning to fiddle with the hem of your dress. His hand was still fiddling with the hem of your dress, his mouth still on your neck, kissing and nibbling, but he paused.

In a low voice, he muttered, "Can I...?"

"Please." You begged, whined. The tone of your voice sent a thrill through him, hearing you like that.

His fingers began to edge your dress higher, slowly revealing more and more of your bare thighs to his touch. The edge of your dress was now pushed up, his hand resting on the bare area of your thigh.

He was completely entranced, the feeling of your bare skin against his touch sent waves of heat through his body.

The room was getting warmer as he continued to kiss and suck on your neck.

His hand was still slowly trailing up your bare thigh, his fingers leaving a trail of fire wherever they went.

You wanted to stay in this moment forever, but you knew time wasn't on your side, so you hastily grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand between your legs, letting him feel your soaked underwear.

His breathing quickened, his body feeling like there was a livewire running through him. He pressed his palm flat against your mound, trying to keep from losing control right there.

"Oh god..." He groaned, his head dropping so the side of his face was now up against your neck. You could feel his fingers twitch against you, eager, so very eager to touch you further.

You nudged your hips against his palm and whined, "Touch me, Eds."

A rush of heat shot through his body at the sound of your voice, begging him, wanting him.

He couldn't resist, not anymore.

His hand began to move, his nimble fingers gently rubbing against you, up and down, circling in all the right places.

Eddie’s lips continued to kiss along your neck, his breathing getting heavier as he did so.

His calloused fingers pressed against your underwear, but it wasn't enough, at least, not for him. Eddie's fingertips moved to the side before he pulled your panties to the side, his ringed brushed against your folds as he did.

Eddie had to move his head back, breaking the kiss with a gasp, he had to see you.

You gasped as soon as you felt his fingers against your folds, no longer blocked by your panties.

Eddie's face was a picture as he looked down, his fingers gently rubbing and circling against you.

He could feel himself growing harder with each second passing. "Fuck..." He groaned, unable

He was struggling to form sentences now, every thought in his brain was consumed with how you felt against him, how you sounded, it was almost too much to handle.

"You're so pretty." He said hoarsely, his hips bucking lightly, into the air, out of instinct.

A grin split on your kiss-bruised, lipstick smudged lips as you looked at him through your hooded eyes. "You think so?"

Seeing you look at him like that, seeing how ruined you looked already did something to him.

"I'm positive, sweetheart," he managed to choke out, still rubbing and circling against you with his fingers. His head dropped back down against your neck, he was practically incapable of holding himself back anymore from you. "Need to taste you." He said against your skin, his breath hot against you.

"We don't have much time." You sulked, hips jerking when his finger went over that one extra sensitive nerve.

He chuckled breathlessly against your neck, his fingers continuing their constant pattern against you, trying to get as many little gasps and moans as he could.

"I'll just have to be quick then, sweetheart." He told you, his voice low and gruff against you.

You nodded, watching him step back, his dark eyes watched your arousal in awe, unable to believe one of his wishes were coming true. He wet his lips, before he fell onto his knees.

Your eyes followed him, his body now between your legs. He stared at you like you were a meal set down in front of him, already salivating at the thought of what he was going to do.

And when his eyes looked up at you, for approval, you swore you were looking down at an angel. It was ironic, how you—dressed as the devil, stared down at the angel.

You bent forward so that your hand moved to cradle his jaw. "You sure you'll be okay with your lip all busted?"

Eddie leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as he relished in the feeling of your skin against his. His head was already swimming in a haze of lust, too far gone to even care at this point.

"The only thing I'm worried about right now is tasting you." He said confidently, his eyes opening to meet yours again.

His fingers fanned out over your thighs before he dipped his head forward. At first, you flinched as his hairs ticked your inner thighs before a gasp fell from your lips when his tongue planed out over your folds.

A low rumble sounded in his throat when he finally, finally, tasted you after almost a week of waiting.

His tongue swiped over you, slow and firm, wanting to savor every second of this. He closed his eyes to focus on you, on how you tasted, on how you felt against his tongue

He began to speed up with his tongue, determined to get more sounds from you, more of those gasps and moans that he loved so much.

Eddie squeezed your thighs as he worked, his lips and tongue moving in perfect unison

He could feel the way your body trembled against his touch, how you twitched and squeezed as he continued to taste and tease you. It was all pushing him further, the sound of you alone was driving him wild.

Your fingers were in his hair, weaving into his coils of brown, pushing him deeper into you while he threw your legs over his shoulders. A moan vibrated against your skin at the feeling of you pulling his hair, the pressure spurring him on further.

He pushed further between your legs, burying his face against you as he continued to taste and lick you. His own thighs were clenching hard at the sound of your gasps and moans, the little whimpers that escaped your mouth, it was almost too much.

"Oh, Eddie. Right there." You mewled when his tongue swirled inside you. You gazed down at him, seeing his nose peer out before disappearing, feeling it bump your swollen clit.

Eddie kept his tongue right where it was, determined to keep you making those sweet sounds, not even daring to move to where you needed him most. He wanted to keep you on the edge, making you crave more and more.

His tongue was working quickly, lapping and licking up every bit of you that he could reach. He pulled you as close as he could, wanting to feel your thighs wrapped tight around his head as he continued to taste you. He couldn't get enough of you, desperate to get even more of you

He pulled back just for a moment to gasp for breath, looking up at you with wild eyes.

Eddie's voice was hoarse when he spoke, "You look so pretty when l've got my tongue in you, sweetheart."

Your stomach ruptured, and you gave him a shy smile. "You look pretty when your tongue’s in me." You moved one hand away from his head and clasped it around his fingers on your right thigh.

He chuckled softly, his face and lips glistening from being between your legs. He interlocked his fingers with yours as he looked up at you with darkened eyes, wanting you so desperately. "That the only place you think my tongue looks good?"

You flushed. "You know that's not what I meant," you groaned. "Your tongue looks great...anywhere, and you look pretty all the time."

He grinned at your reaction, the redness in your cheeks sending another wave of heat through him.

He slowly, very slowly, rose back up to his feet. Even then, he still had you held against the counter, his body held flush against yours. "All the time?" He repeated, his voice low. "You really think I'm always pretty?"

"Yes." You leant forward to capture his lips, tasting your arousal on them and happily licking it off.

You didn't miss the way Eddie 'oh-so-casually' slipped one of his chunky rings off-the giant skull one with fangs, the one he kept on his ring finger— and slid it onto your ring finger before he grasped your waist, pulling you into his and groaning when he felt you bare against the tent in his jeans, warm and weeping through the fabric.

His lips parted almost immediately as soon as your tongue met his, allowing you to taste yourself against his tongue.

Eddie let out another deep moan as he felt you rubbing against him, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave marks.

His head was spinning at the feeling of you grinding against him, his body slowly moving in time with you. It was almost too much and yet he wanted even more.

He was all too eager, his hands quickly moved off you and found his thick, studded belt, before hastily undoing the buckle.

He was a frenzy of movement in those brief few moments, tugging and yanking at his belt, his fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle.

His jeans felt too tight, too painful against him, the only thing on his mind was the need to feel more of you.

In an instant, his pants were off, leaving him in his patterned underwear, that was black with small designs of devil inspired prints.

And when you looked down, you had to swallow, it was always the more reserved ones that carried an impressive length, and you could see that now. He was standing over you, his legs bracketing yours, left in his boxers that were now sporting a sizeable bulge.

He was watching you intently, seeing the way your eyes roamed over his body and down to his boxers, seeing the hunger in your eyes.

His eyes were darkened, his skin beginning to glisten with a thin sheen of sheen, the air around him becoming thick with tension.

Your hand latched and squeezed him through the fabric.

"Fuck." The word came out in a hiss, his head tilting back as a shudder wracked his body at your touch. He let out a shaky breath, having to steady himself because of how weak you were making him from the simple touch.

His body was aching for you, his mind completely focused on wanting to feel more of you.

"Talk to me, Eds. I like the sound of your voice." You told him softly, feeling him twitch in your palm.

His breathing was eradicated as he tried to think, barely able to form a coherent thought with the way your palm was against him, gripping him.

He managed to let out a huff, his eyes opening slightly to look down at you again. "It's hard to...to talk when you're..."

He didn't even try to finish the sentence, one of his hands coming down to firmly grip your hip, his fingers digging in.

"When I'm what? You don't wanna talk to me?" You feigned a pout while you squeezed him harder, grinning like the cheshire cat when you felt a blotch of wetness grow in your palm.

A strangled choking sound escaped him as he felt you squeeze him even more, his hips bucking ever so slightly. His breathing was getting heavier, his grip on your hip became stronger as he tried to keep from losing control.

He wanted to say something, anything to you, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out, only a soft, whiny moan that sounded desperate even to his own ears.

"Hmm, so you don't want to talk, I guess I'll have to stop."

The whine that escaped his mouth as you said that was almost pitiful to hear, it was the sound a dog makes when their bone gets taken away.

In an instant, his hand was on your wrist, stopping you from moving as he looked down at you.

"No, please, don't..." He pleaded, his voice hoarse. His face was a mixture of frustration and pure yearning.

He was desperate for you, and you knew it.

His body was pressed against yours as he held your hand, the heat from his skin almost burning you. He was all but pleading with you, his eyes almost desperate.

He was close to losing control, his mind becoming completely consumed by you and your touch. All he could think about was how his body was aching for you, to feel you, to be closer to you.

"Then let me hear you."

A shiver ran down his spine at the sound of your voice, he let out a shaky breath before nodding.

"Okay," he whimpered, his own voice was still slightly hoarse. "Just...please, don't stop." He whined, giving you a pleading look, his dark eyes begging you.

You shrugged, wriggling your fingers against his boner. With your other hand, you pried his hand off yours before moving yours up and pushing his hair out of his face. "My sweet Eds," you cooed. "Tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling."

The gentle touch of your hand against his hair had his eyes fluttering, a shiver running through his body at your touch.

He let out a slow shaky breath, trying to focus his thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence and answer your question.

"I...I can't think about anything other than you," he admitted, his voice wavering. "You're all I want to think about...all I can think about."

Your eyes softened as you continued to palm him, feeling yourself clench around nothing at the poor sight in front of you. "Yeah?"

His eyes closed as he felt your hand against him again, a stifled moan slipping from his lips before he spoke again, trying to keep his breathing steady.

He nodded, opening his eyes again to look into yours. "I've wanted you for so... for so long...so goddamn long."

His pupils were blown, and his eyes were glazed over. "And now you have me." You told him.

Eddie nodded again, his hands moving to grip your hips again, pulling your body as close to his as possible. His breathing became quicker, his eyelids fluttering at your words, feeling himself becoming a complete mess under your touch.

His voice was low and strained when he spoke, "I need you...I need you so badly."

"What do you need, baby? What do you need me to do?"

He groaned again, his mind becoming even more consumed by you as he heard that pet name fall from your lips.He couldn't think straight, his words coming out in a rushed, low tone. "I need to feel more, I need to be closer to you. Please?”

"And how do you suppose we fix that problem?" Your head tipped to the side, devil horns tipping to, while Eddie was almost falling into you, your hand relentlessly grinding against him.

A strangled sound escaped him at your question, his hips bucking slightly involuntarily. His eyes were hazy, completely consumed by you and the feeling of your palm against him.

He let out a shaky breath, and through gritted teeth, he managed to speak. "I need—I need to be inside you."

You nodded, agreeing with his statement. You moved your hand up before hooking it onto the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down, exposing him, hard, throbbing, and begging for you.

He was beautiful, he had an impressive girth and a length that had your salivating. A flush pink tip that lead to vines of veins and a surprisingly trimmed bush.

Your breath hitched as you looked down at him, seeing how hard he was for you, how he was already leaking from just your touch alone. The sight of him like this was almost too much, the knowledge that it was you that had him in this wrecked state caused an ache of desire to run through you.

Eddie felt too hot under your gaze and quickly removed his shirt, exposing the few tattoos he had to you.

He was almost feverish as he looked down at you again, desperate to be closer to you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in every little detail and memorizing every little thing.

His body was hot and flushed, his breathing fast and heavy. He needed you, wanted you more than anything right now.

His eyes then flickered to behind you, at the mirror then at the sink. "Won't you be uncomfortable on this?" He asked you.

You followed his gaze over your shoulder, seeing the mirror behind you. Then you looked back at him, seeing the idea on his face. You hummed in agreement, the surface under you wasn't the most comfortable.

Your thighs were already a little numb from being sat against it for so long.

"Come here, sweetheart. I'll hold you." He took a step back and opened his arms.

You gave him a small smile before sliding off the counter, a shiver running down your spine when your legs protested at the movement. Carelessly, you threw yourself at him, feeling his cock press against your tummy while you kissed him once more.

Eddie caught you easily in his arms, keeping you close to him as he returned the kiss. His lips moved against yours, needy and desperate. His body ached for you, craving your touch and your presence.

His fingers found the zipper of your dress, before tugging it out, releasing you from its confines. Eddie shouldn't have been surprised you chose not to sport a bra, yet he was.

His eyes fell down to your bare breasts when your dress slipped from your body, a shudder running through his entire body at the sight.

He was completely enraptured by your body, drinking in every inch of you. A low, guttural moan rumbled in his chest as his eyes roamed across your torso. His hands came up to your body, his fingertips brushing along your skin, exploring your bare flesh slowly, caressing you softly. He touched you as if you were something to be worshipped and admired, as if you were priceless.

He let out another shuddering breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "God, you're beautiful."

His hands were moving, slowly going to your sides, roaming over your hips. He was relishing in the feel of finally being this close to you, skin against skin.

His lips moved from your mouth down to your neck, trailing wet kisses against your skin, biting and sucking, wanting to mark you, to claim you as his.

Eddie’s hands were restless, unable to stay in one place as they continued to roam across your body slowly, as if mapping you out.

He was leaving a trail of lovebites down your neck, wanting to claim you in any way he could. His body was aching, aching for you.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned your body around.

His body pressed flush against your back as he turned you around, his lips still against your skin, reluctant to leave your body but knowing what he wanted to do next.

He continued to kiss and nip at your skin, marking you wherever he could as he slowly guided you forward towards the mirror.

Even though Eddie crumbled under your touch, he still has some control. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades and pushed you forwards, having you arch into him.

Every movement he made was slow and deliberate, controlling your body as he wanted. Eddie moved his body against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible, his hands gripping firmly on your hips.

"Please? Please fuck me, Eds?" Your voice choked out, you were barely one to beg, but Eddie had that effect on you. His hands tightened on your hips at the sound of your voice, a growl of satisfaction escaping him. His body shuddered at how you called out to him, begging him for what you wanted.

"I will, baby. I'll give you everything." He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, as he nuzzled into your neck, his mouth against your ear.

Your eyes met his through the mirror while he kissed your shoulder.

The sight of the two of you in the mirror fueled his desire even more, seeing all of you pressed up against him, exposed to him.

Eddie continued to kiss your shoulder, working his way up to your ear, his hands holding you firmly in place. He knew he had you at his complete mercy, and it only made him want you more.

You gasped when you felt his leaky tip nudge at your dripping folds, unconsciously spreading your legs further apart.

Your reaction caused him to let out a low growl, his hands gripping you even tighter as if to hold himself back.

Eddie was trying to control himself, trying to take it slow, but the feel of your body against his was almost too much.

He nipped at your ear before he spoke, his voice rough and low, "You're so wet, just for me," his breathing was heavy, his chest expanding and contracting against your back as he tried to keep control. Feeling you move against him, trying to get a better position, just made him want to lose himself, to take you right then and there. "You want this?" Eddie asked you, his voice a deep rumble against your ear.

You nodded, eyes on him in the mirror.

"Use your words, baby. I need to hear it from you," Eddie murmured against your ear, his body pressing even closer against yours, trapping you against the cold surface of the mirror and his hot body. "You wanted me to speak but baby can't do it herself."

You let out a breath. "Please, Eddie? I want you so bad. I need to feel you in me."

His resolve broke a split second after your words. He couldn't deny you when you were like this, begging him, needing him, wanting him.

Eddie let out a shaky breath, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he muttered, "I've got you…I've got you, sweets."

Your lips drew together when you felt his tip press at your puckering entrance, brow quivering when he began to push in.

Eddie was going slow, his hands gripping you tightly, his breathing coming out in quick, hot puffs against your skin as he inched further and further in.

Feeling you around him was almost too much; he could barely form a thought. It was all you, all he could think about was how damn good you felt, how perfect you were. He was completely consumed by you.

Eddie let out another low moan, his body shaking from the effort it took to hold back. He wanted to give you a moment to adjust to him, to take in the feeling.

His hands were trembling against your skin, his breathing heavy as he nuzzled against your neck, "You're so goddamn perfect," he rasped, "You're taking me so well, sweetheart."

Your eyes fluttered closed as he pushed in further, the feeling of him filling you so completely, so perfectly.

Your hands found the mirror and dug into the cold surface, trying to find something to anchor yourself to as you were overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

You could hardly think, hardly breathe.

All you could focus on was the way he felt, and the sounds of his heavy, stilted breath in your ear, "So beautiful."

His ring on your left hand felt heavy, yet it had never felt so right. Your thighs clenched together when he pulled out before shoving himself back in, a moan tumbling from your lips. All you could do was moan, your body trembling as he moved inside you.

Eddie filled you completely, every movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn't get enough of him, you wanted more, you needed more.

You pushed back against him, craving more contact, more friction. Your legs were shaking, your mind a haze as you gasped, "Ed—Eddie."

"I know, sweet girl." Eddie whispered while he kissed dark marks into your skin.

His lips moved from your ear to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your skin. He was marking you, claiming you as his, leaving behind a reminder of who you belonged to.

Eddie's body was pressed firmly against yours, keeping you trapped against the mirror, taking you exactly how he wanted. He wanted to see every reaction, to feel every single move your body made.

He stood up, so he couldn't properly fuck you (though to him it was more). His eyes landed on yours in the mirror, before his hips snapped back into yours, sending you pummelling into the glass.

His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled back, leaving you feeling suddenly empty for a brief moment before he thrusted back into you, hard. Eddie wanted you to feel him in every way possible, he needed you to know how much he wanted, how much he craved you.

The sight in the mirror was enough alone to drive him wild, seeing your bodies intertwined together like this

He continued to move against you, his eyes watching your face from over your shoulder, gauging each change in expression, every gasp and moan that left your lips. He looked at the sight of the two of you in the mirror- he was completely entranced.

"You look so beautiful like this, baby," he mused, his voice low and rough, "So perfect for me."

His hands slid up from your hips to your sides, his touch hot and possessive against you. Eddie continued to move inside you, his body pressed against you so close that you couldn't move much, even if you tried. You gasped in response, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You were completely lost in him, in the feeling of him inside you, around you.

You wanted him closer, you needed more of him.

You leaned up on your toes, your fingers wrapping around the counter's edge before you moved back against him, grinding and taking him deeper.

Eddie let out a guttural moan as you moved back against him, taking him in deeper than before. His body trembled with the effort to control himself. He was losing himself in you, his need for you overpowering his restraint.

His hands held onto you tightly, keeping you as close as possible, "You're gonna drive me crazy, sweetheart."

You managed to give him a small grin through the mirror as you rocked back into him, feeling a warmth grow in your lower belly.

Eddie tightened his grip on you, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke, "You're so damn beautiful, so goddamn perfect."

He could feel you clenching around him, the building of pleasure between you both. His mind was a haze of lust and need, his body moving against yours as he tried to hold

Eddie could feel himself getting close, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. "Baby—," he gasped, his voice low and rough, "I'm getting close, I don't—I don't know if I can hold back."

His hands were tight on your hips, his body moving against yours with a frenzied pace, his breath hot against your skin. He needed release,

Eddie was so close, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. "Baby, please?" He gasped, his voice strained and needy, “Please? I can't hold back any longer."

He was completely lost in you, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his body. All he could think about was how good you felt, how to let go.

His touch sent a shiver through your body, and a low moan escaped his lips.

Eddie was right on the edge, and your words just pushed him further.

"Please, I-I need to, I need to—." He was struggling to form coherent thoughts, his mind overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him.

Your ability to stand began to weaken, having a cock pummel in and out of you while having your clit passionately flicked was doing a number on you. "You-You can cum, Eddie baby. Need to f-feel you."

Your words were like a switch, pushing him over the edge. A sharp groan escaped his lips as he let go, his body shuddering against you. He buried his face into your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin as he came hard, his body shaking from the intensity of his release.

Eddie tried to form words, tried to speak, but all he could manage was a breathless moan of your name, "Baby...baby, oh my, fuck!" You felt him spill deep inside you, the feeling had you mewling out.

It was enough to knock you over the edge.

He felt you clench around him, and it sent another shiver through his body. He held you close to him, supporting your weight as you quivered against him.

Eddie let out a content sigh as he nuzzled into your neck, "You're so goddamn perfect, baby. So damn perfect for me. Please cum, cum for me?" He wanted to feel you come undone, to feel you lose yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. Eddie continued to press kisses against your neck, his arms holding you tight, "I want to feel you, sweetheart. I need to.”

Eddie was overwhelmed by you, in awe of how you could affect him so deeply, so completely. He loved how you surrendered yourself to him, how you let him take control. It was like an addiction, and he wanted more

Your eyes rolled back, and you arched away from his chest before you orgasmed, like a dam wall collapsing, your toes curled and your throat was raw, the alice band on your head was almost falling off.

Eddie held you through it, his arms tight around you, his body pressed against yours. He could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through you, ripple through him as well.

He let out a shaky sigh, completely undone by you. He held you close, whispering praises in your ear, "So beautiful, so good. You're so good for me, sweetheart. You did really fucking well."

Your body went limp in his hold, as you leant into his touch.

Eddie held you against him, he fixed your alice band before his hands were running soothingly over your skin, tracing gentle patterns against your body. He nuzzled into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, "I've got you, baby. I've got you."

He held you close, his chest rising and falling slowly against your back as he tried to catch his breath, still in awe of the intense pleasure you'd both just experienced.

Eddie held you there for a while, at it suddenly came all rushing back. You felt the bass from the music downstairs resonate against your feet, and the yelling and cheers of people.

The sounds from downstairs began to pull you out of the content, blissful state you were in, reminding you of the world beyond the bathroom, beyond this intimate moment you shared with Eddie.

The harsh reality of the party was a stark contrast to the tenderness of your time together.

With a long, heavy sigh. You pulled your dress up, and flattened it while Eddie pulled his pants up.

Eddie watched you, a sense of melancholy in his gaze as you both re-adjusted your clothing, trying to make yourselves presentable again. He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to tame it back to some level of 'normal'.

Quite content, you turned around to face Eddie before throwing your arms around his neck and embracing him. "That was..." You dreamily sighed.

He chuckled softly, returning your embrace tightly, his arms wrapping around your waist. He buried his face in your neck, nuzzling against your skin,

"That was... something else. You drive me crazy, you know that?"

You grinned up at him, feeling his nose nudge yours when a loud knock and voice intruder your moment.

"Are you two done fucking? I need to piss!"

Eddie groaned, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder. "Of course," he muttered, sounding annoyed, yet still holding onto you tightly. "Of course someone's got to ruin the moment."

You grumbled something in return before taking a step back and to the door, before throwing it open.

Your eyes, your eyes now red with anger, landed on Caity Stewart, in some terribly cheap costume that was supposed to be some animal. "Run the fuck away before I gag you with yogurt, again." You huffed.

Caity's eyes widened like a deer in headlights, and a flicker of fear crossed her features when she realized who was standing in front of her.

She took a shaky step back, her voice tremulous as she protested, "I just need to use the bathroom!"

"Go piss in a fucking bush." You snarled.

Caity's face turned beet red. Humiliation and anger flared in her eyes, but you could see the fear still there, like a tiny ember ready to flare at any moment.

"You-You can't just—!" She protested, but stumbled over her words, clearly intimidated by the harshness in your tone.

"Three..."

Caity trembled under your glare, her earlier confidence gone. She looked like a cornered animal, trapped and scared. You could see her mind racing, trying to figure an escape route, but finding none.

She took another step away from you, holding up her hands in surrender. "I—'ll just... go." She stuttered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Two!"

Caity's eyes widened further as your countdown ticked down. She took another step back, her back hitting the wall of the hallway now, nowhere else to run.

She swallowed hard, her voice quivering as she pleaded, "Please, just let me—!"

"O—." You were about to yell when you felt a force tug you on your wrist, sending you backwards and into Eddie's chest.

"Nope! We've had enough fights tonight. Uh, Caity, I do however suggest you run along, I can't hold her back forever, sorry!"

Caity didn't need to be told twice. She took the out Eddie offered and ran, her footsteps disappearing down the stairs. Eddie's arms wrapped around you, holding you against his chest as he chuckled, "You would think she'd learn by now not to piss you off."

You sighed, spinning in his grip. "Ah well, those who fail to learn from history...and so on."

He chuckled softly, his hands resting on your hips as he gazed down at you. "You really did scare the piss out of her, you know that?"

You gave him a look. "Don't tell me the bitch pissed herself."

He chuckled, the mental image clearly amusing to him. "No, no, she didn't piss herself. But—," he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, "I did see a spot on the front of her costume."

You snorted, thwacking his chest. "You're evil."

He feigned pain, dramatically clutching his chest where you'd thwacked him.

"Me? Evil?" He retorted, grinning. "That's rich coming from the girl who just scared someone shitless."

"Okay, touché."

He laughed, his arms wrapping around your waist again, pulling you closer to him. "You're fierce, baby, you know that? It's kind of hot, watching you scare the piss outta Caity."

You raised an eyebrow. "So that's why you weren't afraid of me? 'Cause you found me hot?"

He chuckled, his fingers gently fiddling with the horns on your head. "Oh no, babe. I was scared shitless of you.” He grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

He looked down at you, his gaze playful.

"But yeah, you're hot as hell when you're pissed off. Can you blame me? Uh, seriously speaking," he said, his voice dropping lower, "I'm still wary of your wrath. But I can't help but find it," he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, "Arousing."

You clicked your tongue. "I'm still sore, partner. Rain check?"

Eddie chuckled as he pulled back, a lopsided grin on his lips. "Can't blame a man for trying," he said, placing a light kiss on your forehead. He took a step back, still holding onto your hand, and glanced down the hallway. "Come on, we better get back downstairs before we get any more unwanted interruptions."

He lead you downstairs, fingers loosely holding onto yours and somehow going unseen by everyone there.

Though he couldn't help but feel anxious at school the next week, not that he was embarrassed of you, but he knew what some people would think.

Eddie had a feeling some of his friends at school would think him crazy. Hell, they might not even believe that he had you - that you were his. They might mock him, taunt him, or even accuse him of making it all up.

But deep down, he knew none of that mattered. He had you, and to him, that was all that counted. He squeezed your hand gently, the small gesture his silent reassurance.

So, he took a deep breath in, and this time tightly gripped your hand as you walked through the thick doors at school. Eddie gave everyone bashful smiles while no one dared to look at you the wrong way.

You felt the eyes of your peers on you, some with curiosity, others with envy, others with disdain. It was the same faces you'd seen day after day in school, but today they seemed more... judgemental.

But at your side was Eddie, and his presence alone was enough to keep them in line. His grip on your hand was tight, a silent declaration to the world that you were his.

Jason stopped you, of course he did. "So you actually did it? You fucked the freak. How'd it feel to finally lose your virginity, freak?"

Eddie had anticipated some backlash from his peers, but the audacity of Jason's comment still caught him off guard.

He bristled, trying to keep his composure even as anger flared in his eyes. "Watch your mouth, Carver." He warned, his voice a low growl.

You hummed, agreeing with Eddie.

"You're just upset because he didn't lay there limp, it's okay though, maybe one day you'll make the big leagues and make a woman cum." You shot Jason a snarky grin before pushing past him, dragging Eddie along

Jason's face turned red, his expression a mix of embarrassment and anger. He stuttered for a moment, surprised by your boldness, before regaining his composure.

Eddie couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter as he followed you, clearly amused by your quip. "Damn, babe," he chuckled, "You definitely know how to knock someone down a peg."

You leaned into his embrace. "No one gets to talk shit about you, you hear?"

Eddie's arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He smiled at your declaration, his heart swelling with affection for you.

"You're too good to me, you know that?" He said, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

Lunch was awkward that day, you and Eddie stood side by side, holding your trays, not knowing where to sit, who to sit with.

Eddie cast a cautious glance around the lunchroom, sizing up the different cliques and groups. He wasn't sure where to sit, where the two of you would fit in.

He fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, the familiar nervous habit kicking in as he weighed the options. He could feel the stares from the other students, studying the both of you like a zoo exhibit.

You looked at your friends, Darcy and Margret both eyeing you, wanting you with them, while Eddie looked upon his group, Dustin, Gareth, Mike and Jeff all looking at him, wanting him to sit with them.

The looks from your friends were imploring, while the gazes from his buddies were pleading. The air was thick with tension, like everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what choice the two of you would make.

Eddie swallowed hard, his hand clenching around his tray as he looked from his friends back to you. He didn't know what to do, didn't know who to choose.

You clicked your tongue, before grabbing Eddie by a belt loop and pulling him with you, to your table.

He stumbled after you, his tray nearly tipping over in surprise as you dragged him to your table. Eyes followed the both of you, watching the spectacle play out.

The table you sat at was occupied by your friends, each of them watching as you sat down, pulling Eddie to sit beside you. Tension lingered in the air, thick and palpable.

Margret shifted uncomfortably, not with Eddie, but with the lingering secret she had sitting on the other side of the room, while Darcy was indifferent.

Jason and his friends gawked while Chrissy silently cheered you on.

Eddie could feel the weight of everyone's gazes, but he tried to ignore it, focusing his attention on you. He fidgeted with the rings on his hands, feeling more out of place by the minute.

He glanced across the cafeteria, catching sight of Jason and his group glaring at him. He could tell they weren't happy, probably mocking and jeering at the sight of him sitting with you.

Your eyes shot to Jason. "Get lost."

Jason scowled, clearly not expecting your sharp retort. The cocky expression on his face faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, shooting back a cocky smirk. "Just surprised is all. Surprised you'd actually want the company of a freak like Munson."

"Get lost, Carver. You can go sit with the chess club or something, I don't care, just fuck off." You spat.

Jason scoffed, looking offended at the jab aimed at him and his friends. "We're more useful to this school than he'll ever be," he shot back, gesturing to Eddie. "You've got to be an idiot to think he's worth your time, he's a washed-up, drug dealer loser."

You didn't need to think twice, grabbing a handful of your spaghetti (props to the lunch lady) and hurled it at Jason. "Fuck off."

The spaghetti hit Jason square in the face, a messy splat of sauce and pasta clinging to his skin and shirt. He recoiled, a mix of shock and anger on his face as the cafeteria erupted in gasp and murmurs.

Jason's friends sat with eyes wide, jaws nearly on the floor as they watched the scene unfold. They looked stunned, unsure how to react.

Your eyes flicked to them. "You boys want a taste?" You asked, picking up your pudding cup next. The boys looked back at you, their expressions a mix of shock and uncertainty. None of them seemed eager to be hit with pudding, but they were too stunned to say anything.

Jason, however, was furious, wiping away the spaghetti mess on his face. "You are unbelievable." He seethed, his face red with anger and sauce.

"What was that? You want a meatball shoved down your jugular?" You almost growled.

Jason's eyes widened in alarm, his bravado faltering for a moment. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated that level of hostility from you.

He stood up, his hands raised in surrender. "You're insane," he retorted, moving away slowly. "Completely nuts."

"Oh, and you want carrot sticks up your ass?!"

The cafeteria let out a collective gasp, some of them giggling as they watched the heated exchange. Eddie stifled a laugh of his own, clearly enjoying the show.

Jason's face turned a shade of red that seemed almost unnatural. "You—!" He sputtered, trying and failing to come up with a retort.

"I think you should move along, Carver." Eddie said through a grin which he tried to hide behind his hair.

Jason was seething, his face still tomato red. For a moment, it looked like he might try to argue back, but the sight of both you and Eddie, along with the entire cafeteria watching them, made him back down.

He huffed, his eyes shooting daggers in your direction as he turned and stalked away, his friends trailing behind him.

You sighed, grabbing a serviette and wiping your hand. "Eddie, baby. Sit down, I'm coming back." You told him.

He nodded, still grinning broadly, clearly both surprised and entertained by your confrontation with Jason.

He sat down, still trying to hide his grin behind his bangs, watching as you began to walk off.

You weren't dumb, and you of course knew everything. It pained you that your best friend didn't tell you, but you were happy for her.

You walked over to Eddie's now old table, and went around to Gareth. "Clyde? James? You."

The boy looked up at you in surprise, unsure of what to expect after the scene you'd just caused. Gareth's eyes widened, and wouldn't tell you that you got his name wrong, again!

"Uh, yeah? What's up?" Gareth asked, a hint of trepidation in his voice.

"Come. There's a seat open next to Margie," you gave him no time to reply before you turned to the rest of the boys. "I may not like all of you, still, and some of you may not like me," you eyed Dustin who hadn't said anything. "But, since I am dating your dearest friend, and I'm not a complete bitch, there are open seats at my table if you'd like to join, I know Eddie would be highly appreciative."

The boys exchanged glances, surprised by your invitation. They were still reeling from your confrontation with Jason, and now here you were, offering them a seat at your table.

Gareth spoke first, standing up with a small smirk. "Think Munson would hate our guts if we didn't join you." He said, picking up his tray.

The rest of the boys followed suit, some a bit hesitant, others curious about your unexpected gesture.

You gave him a small smile before you turned back around and walked back to your table, happily plopping down next to Eddie.

Eddie watched as the boys approached the table, a hint of surprise still flickering in his eyes. He looked at you, a little dumbfounded.

"Did you just... invite them to sit with us?" He asked, his voice tinged with shock and amusement.

You took his hand. "Yep, I don't want you to hate your life sitting here, baby." His expression softened, a small smile playing on his lips.

Eddie squeezed your hand appreciatively. "You're something else, you know that?"

The boys settled around the table, their eyes darting between you and Eddie, stilli trying to wrap their heads around the whole situation.

As the boys settled in, conversations started to flow more naturally. Eddie kept his arm around you, his thumb tracing circles on your shoulder.

The cafeteria, which moments before had been on the brink of chaos, now felt a bit more relaxed.

The lunch period passed quickly, the conversations at the table flowing smoothly. The tension that had hung in the air when you had invited the boys to sit had almost completely faded, replaced by a sense of familiarity and acceptance.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, you looked over at Eddie. He leaned in, a lopsided grin on his lips, and whispered in your ear, "Who knew lunch could be so damn entertaining when you're around, princess?"

You turned to him. "I thought I was like, the devil or something?"

Eddie chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, you're most definitely the devil," he agreed, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. "But the kind of devil a man doesn't mind going to hell for."

And everything in that moment felt right, and Eddie knew, he just knew, that this was gonna be his year.

a.n: just wanted to say a quick thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged this super mini series (which was supposed to be one post) !! love you lots <3

[nezuscribe]

do you think arrangement gojo would have his wife learn to fight/some form of self-defense?

also, the drabble you just did about how there’s gossip of gojo being in a loveless marriage makes me think there is a lot of projection going on amongst the other women since they’re in loveless marriages

ok so i see her already knowing a little bit of sparring bc she had a lot of free time when she was a kid and used to watch the old guards train, and picked up on some of their moves

but he will fs teach her how to protect herself just for safety measures. arranged!gojo does have to hide his surprise though when you send a heft jab to his side, something he didn't think you knew how to do.

and the ladies are ALL projecting. to them it doesn't make sense how this girl with virtually no rank and position, one who was raised so differently from them, actually captured the heart of the biggest heartthrob of the nation. arranged!gojo doesn't give two flying fucks though he's just happy to be the receiving end of your attention

[unicyclehippo]

For bishova: regret

it would be stupid to think she knew anything about yelena from one—a mostly masked fight on a rooftop, and two—a conversation slash interrogation (?) in her burned-up apartment but when the widow took the seat next to her in the booth where she had been drowning her sorrows, a bottle of top shelf vodka in her hand, kate couldn’t help thinking maybe the other girl was being nice.

but what the fuck did she know? she hadn’t even know her mom was a mob boss or whatever.

‘what do you want?’

‘to drink,’ yelena said calmly.

kate kept her head low. no one in a bar like this cared who she was—hopefully, though maybe she was risking it by patronising a dive bar, maybe her mom had double-crossed or pressured or stole from or threatened everyone in here.

kate didn’t tell yelena to leave but she didn’t say anything more. just sat and rolled a quarter over her knuckles again and again and again and again and—

‘you are not being a very welcoming friend, kate bish—‘

‘don’t,’ kate growled. out of the corner of her eye, she saw the assassin smirk. she probably sounded like a toothless puppy to her. she was a fucking joke. ‘just don’t. okay? sit and drink or go away.’

yelena sat. she poured a measure into one shot glass and pushed it in front of kate, who blinked down at it.

‘what—did you bring your own novelty shot glasses to a bar?’ she couldn’t think of another reason she’d have an Alice In Wonderland themed glass.

kate let the quarter clatter to the tabletop and traded it for the little glass, lifted it up to make sure.

DRINK ME, it said, with a cheshire grin.

yelena didn’t smile like that but when kate finally looked at her, properly, she was pretty sure the glint in her eyes was the assassin’s version of it.

‘yes. mine is even better. see?’

kate didn’t look down.

‘does it say hot sauce?’

‘it says hot sauce.’ yelena smiled toothily. ‘a funny thing to put on a shot glass, yes?’

‘yeah.’ kate mustered a dry sigh. ‘yeah, it’s - that’s funny.’

‘you are not amused. you are either not a funny person, kate—which i know is not true—or you are not paying attention to my very funny glass.’

yelena threw her shot back.

kate should look away. kate should not find it very attractive, the way yelena shook her hair back and swallowed the shot, licked a drop from the corner of her mouth. the line of her throat. kate should not have got her mom arrested. kate should not be upset about getting her mom arrested. kate should be stalwart and true and brave and—

yelena tapped the table. ‘drink.’

‘don’t tell me what to do,’ kate snapped, overly harsh.

the only sign that yelena noticed was her slow blink. then the assassin scoffed.

‘so rude, kate! here i am, bringing the “good stuff”, and you won’t drink? this is very hurtful. i am hurt!’ yelena insisted, hand to heart.

she was lying, of course. she had some spin, some angle, something she was trying to get out of her or do and kate didn’t have to play along this time! it wasn’t any of her business! except that yelena was here, of course, but what did that mean?

kate scowled down at her drink. she hadn’t even finished the mostly-foam beer the bartender had shoved into her hand, pint sticky with the drink that slopped over the edge. or from the drink before. which was gross but. whatever. she wished she’d drunk more. wished yelena hadn’t shown up yet but when she was a more respectable nine drinks in, which would be a real excuse for not knowing what angle yelena was working this time, for how muddled kate’s thoughts were.

an ache punched up into the soft of her brain, the headache (concussion?) kate had been ignoring for the last hour. she let out an unsteady breath and picked up the quarter again. squeezed it until that hurt more than her head.

‘did you poison it?’

yelena turned so she could lean an elbow on the table, prop her head against her hand. kate watched out of the corner of her eye as the other girl smiled very sweetly.

‘no.’

‘drug it?’

‘no.’

‘steal it?’

‘no.’

kate sighed.

‘fuck it. thanks.’

she drank.

the vodka hit the back of her throat first. then she tasted it; it tasted like the time she swore her head off and her mom told her to wash her mouth out with soap and she’d done it because—

‘another,’ kate rasped, and coughed.

yelena poured her another. when kate drank that one too, she said,

‘you did not strike me as this kind of girl.’

heat poured through kate, stomach out. it was nice. it was always so cold in new york. not the real kind of cold kept at bay with a good coat, and kate always had a good coat and boots she never slipped because her mom always got her the best stuff and scolded her when she tried to slide across a big patch of ice. new york was cold because there were so many people here but none of them were hers. and yet. here was yelena. and vodka. and kate was warm.

her tongue felt warm too, which was weird. maybe the drink was drugged. she didn’t think she cared at this point.

‘what kinda girl?’

‘the kind to sit in dirty bars and drink alone.’

kate considered that seriously. yelena’s words felt as smoky as her voice and the meanings kept slipping through her fingers. how strong was that vodka?

‘me neither,’ she confessed. ‘but before today did you think i was the kinda girl to get my mom arrested?’ it struck her as funny. it was funny! because, guess what, she is!

‘i was not sure,’ yelena said. ‘but i am not that surprised. it was fifty-fifty, yes?’

fifty-fifty chance she’s a bad daughter or a bad hero. great odds. fucking fantastic.

‘you are having regret.’

kate eyed her empty shot glass.

‘i will give you another when you answer my question.’

kate grinned. leaned closer to her drinking buddy. ‘so this—‘ she patted yelena’s shoulder—and was sober enough to see the frown that earned her to remember not to do that again—‘this is an interrogation, huh? okay.’ she leaned closer. ‘i wish you hadn’t told me.’

yelena narrowed her eyes. read kate like an open book. easier—like words on a clear shot glass.

‘you do not mean that.’

kate shrugged. she wasn’t so sure. she nudged her shot glass closer to yelena. ‘any more questions or will you be a good drinking buddy and top me up, romanoff?’

she thought yelena wanted to say something for a second, as she sat back in the seat and tilted her head. but then yelena only poured her another drink and kate thought better of it. what the fuck did she know? not her mom. and certainly not yelena.

[joocomics]

─ ⋆kiss land⋆

❨ or also known as dinna’s holiday special 2024 ⋆༄ ❩

december is a busy month and most often times chaotic for many - there’s places to go and people to see. you’re no exception. the difference is that the holidays have prepared some fun encouters for you - ones that make unforgettable memories others can only be jealous of…

✭ event is 18+ only

MASTERLIST

❝ … when your parents shake hands with new business partners they get invited for one festive weekend at their expensive villa. although it’s the last place you want to waste time at, you understand how and why these people are important for your family business, so you agree to join them. the last person you expect to see there is your professor who you’ve been having a secret crush on… and who also politely said no after you asked him out last semester… ❞

→ professor!gunil x student!reader | university au [smut, slice of life] ˒˒ note ! ages are not specified except that reader and gunil are close to age; it’s a university au but outside of university if it makes sense

♫ : make me feel by elvis drew

❝ … when christmas comes around you know your emotions will be all over the place, because the one thing your parents look forward to the most, is inviting their best friends whose son kim jungsu is the guy you try to not think about unless you want to make your standards even higher, and your chances to find a boyfriend soon - lower. one sleepless night turns into an opportunity to look back on some shared memories, but to also tell each other things both of you believed will remain unsaid... ❞

→ kim jungsu x fem!reader | childhood friends au [smut, slice of life]

♫ : mushroom chocolate by quin, 6lack

❝ … when you bump into your roommate in a lingerie store you end up spending half an hour helping him out with picking a christmas gift for his fuck buddy. unfortunately, even the festive atmosphere around can’t prevent you two from getting into a fight which results into you not saying goodbye to each other before he leaves early the next morning for winter break. luckily, he’s left something for you under the tree that opens up an opportunity for you to bury the hatchet… ❞

→ kwak jiseok x fem!reader | roommates au [smut, slice of life]

♫ : pleasure shop by key

❝ … when you arrive at the fancy dinner that your boss organised as a way for everyone from the company to get together before the holidays, you’re surprised to finally see his son in real life. it turns out that your boss also uses this as an opportunity to introduce him to his employees, because now that he is out of university, he’s officially joining the company, slowly following the footsteps of his father. unfortunately, you don’t make a good first impression as you expect when you send his son one of your half-naked pictures by accident. or… do you? ❞

→ oh seungmin x noona!reader | coworkers au [smut, slice of life] ˒˒ note ! not specified legal age gap ( reader who is seungmin’s senior in the workplace will be referred as noona few times throughout the story; not as a kink in a sexual context, but out of respect and occasionally in a teasing way; you can ignore the term and still read the story, but feel free to skip this one if you want )

♫ : million dollar baby by tommy richman

❝ … when a random stranger steals the perfect gift which you specifically came to buy for a relative right under your nose, you realise that for the first time in your not so full of confrontations life, you want to spit in somebody’s face. fortunately, you manage to walk out as calmly as you can without causing a scene or getting kicked out from the manager of the record store. you don’t expect the universe to bring you and the stranger who lit up a fire inside you back together so soon though. will this give you and him a chance to start over and finally learn each other’s names? ❞

→ han hyeongjun x fem!reader | strangers to lovers au [smut, slice of life]

♫ : particular taste by shawn mendes

❝ … when you and your friends go to the club on a friday night the last people you expect to see there is the famous punk rock band that’s been all over the news for the past few months. instead of fangirling, like many in your place would be doing, you see an opportunity to save your job. in the handsome face of the lead singer and bassist you see a spark of hope telling you that your career as a journalist in a prestige magazine is not lost just yet. yes, everyone knows lee jooyeon doesn’t do interviews, but he wouldn’t mind sharing few words for your column if you ask nicely, right? ❞

→ lee jooyeon x fem!reader | rockstar x journalist au [smut, sprinkle of angst] ˒˒ note ! it will probably have one or two time jumps

♫ : stranger by tove lo

some information you may want to know…

⊱ status: in process…

⊱ context: this is an event (18+) which i’m doing for a second year now as a gift to all of you sticking around and supporting my content ♡

⊱ i will not have a posting schedule for this one, because the last two months of the year can get really hectic in different aspects; i don’t want to put too much pressure on myself and kill my inspiration. if i remember correctly, last year i shared one fic a week throughout december and january and i’m thinking of doing the same this year too

⊱ i don’t have a specific word limit in mind and i can’t say how long the stories are going to be yet; they’re not going to be short though that’s for sure

⊱ you can message me anytime or leave a comment below if you’d like to be tagged for specific work(s) or for all so you don’t miss out on anything you’re interested in reading. i’ll probably be sharing a lil’ teaser for each story - you can ask to be tagged for those as well. you’re always welcome in my inbox 💌 if you have any questions about the event, the fics or just want to chat about whatever’s on your mind!

please be patient with me in case of any changes or delays!

♡ here’s my general masterlist if you’re looking for something to read in the meantime… and here are last year’s holiday specials if you’re interested in giving them a read

thank you in advance to those of you who will be reading and supporting this event! i’m so happy to be organising it for another year… it feels surreal in the best way possible. hope you enjoy the experience as much as me!

( in case you are seeing this in december and you are celebrating - happy holidays! )

[tvchi]

Veiled Intentions

Disclaimers: DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK. DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Warnings: Mature Audiences ONLY: 18+, Minors DNI- Nudity, Sexual Intercourse, Gagging, Profanity.

Pairing: black male x black female Words: 3,829

A/N: Alright so I'm dusting my pen off because reading all of yalls Terry Richmond fanfics got my HOT!! I've been reading a lot of @megamindsecretlair 's stories as well as @hotgrlcece's stories and I thought I'd enter the chat. This story a long form, slow burn. There are some smut and sexual scenes, but they aren't the premise of the story. This is meant to be a suspense, romance so if you're just here for fucking only, this one is NOT for you. Your feedback is greatly appreciated because I'm really trying to get better. So Like, Comment, and Reblog as the spirit moves you. ❤️❤️🥰!

Museums were a calming space for you. You went there to clear your head of the plebeian controversies of the day and focus on depictions of the beauty left on the earth. It was a place where you could dream and dream within your dream. Your fingers planted forbidden kisses against the open sculptures and installations on the floor. The lights and colors on several paintings reminded you of schemes you've longed to bring together in your space and wardrobe. You smiled at how staring at someone else's creativity helped unlock yours. 

"Ma'am, the museum closes in 10 mins," said one of the security guards. 

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea where the time went," you replied.

You made your way back to the museum's entrance, picking up a brochure about the next central art installation. 

"I'm usually the one shutting down the place," a voice said from behind you.

You turned around to see where that low tenor came from. A pair of chiseled pecs masked in black cashmere met your gaze first. Stepping back, You met a pair of slate grey-blue eyes peeking through a set of thick lashes. Taking in his whole face, you noticed how his jaw seemed to be carved from marble; his toffee complexion glowed in the warm, dim light. When you didn't speak, he broke the thick silence with a warm smile.

"I'm Terry. Nice to meet you," he said.

"Y/N," you managed. It was just then that I caught my grave mistake. I swiftly turned on my heels and headed for the door.

"Wait, I wanted to know—" was all he could get out before you were already out the door.

In your line of work, you had to temper your emotions. The moment you thought that your countenance would betray what you were thinking or what you were about to do, you had to create a diversion to get you back on the offensive. From introduction to interrogation, no one should be able to read your thoughts. The moment you introduced yourself with your given name to a beautiful man you barely knew was the exact moment you needed to head home to the apartment where Adrian would be waiting for you with ingredients for tonight's date night. And you did. There was something about those eyes and how his smile reached his eyes and then diminished into a luscious grin like he knew a secret you didn't. It pulled you in. 

You thought about it on the ride home. When you arrived at the house and turned the key into the front door, you were greeted by flowers and a card that read, "I missed you. Come find me". You smiled. Adrian was quite the romantic. Every Friday night, he had something special planned for you both to do that you would enjoy and give you all a chance to connect. A sweet breath of fresh air from the other men you came across while dating. He understood and met your needs. He treated you like an equal and championed your ambitions. Well… the ambitions you needed him to know about. He was always eager to make sure you wanted for nothing. The icing on the cake was the sculpted body wrapped in edible caramel coating and a face women could fight over. Taking off your coat and shoes, you sauntered through the living room and kitchen, trying to find him. You made your way up to the bedroom, thinking that maybe he wanted to skip foreplay and go straight to dessert tonight. When you didn't find him in the bedroom, you went back downstairs to pick up your phone and call him when you noticed the basement door was ajar and the lights were on.

"Adrian, you got me going all over this house looking for you. I almost gave up!" you said, feigning exasperation.

"I had to make sure you got all your steps in for the day," he retorted. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a sensual kiss. "Mmm, how was the museum? Did you see anything you liked?

"Oh, it was incredible! They were doing a showcase for local talent in the county, and they were amazing. Most of them were kids in high school. Their use of color and texture blew me away. This one artist creates portraits with staples and a staple gun. I mean, the kind of eye you must have to place each staple in its place!!!" 

You could talk all day about art. As you recounted everything you had seen and heard, Adrian watched you. He loved how animated you got when you spoke about things you were passionate about. Your eyes would light up like embers, and your hands would move frantically, trying to depict the images in your head. The whole world went away when you spoke. At least, that's what it felt like for him.

"Yeah, and then I was walking out because the security guard said it was closing time and this guy came out of nowhere and–" you started.

"A guy?" Adrian asked, brows raised. 

"Yes, a guy. They make those from the same factory you came from. Anyway, he came out of nowhere, and I didn't even hear him. He was too huge for me not to hear him. But we were the only two left in the entire museum. I don't think I've ever shut down a museum before." you finished.

"What did he look like?" Adrian queried again.

"What you gonna do? Track him down and ask him why he likes art. The whole territorial, jealousy thing was cute at first, but now you getting out of hand" you replied with a smirk. The truth is you had a weakness for men who didn't play about you. It was actually one of the first things that attracted you to Adrian. You could handle your own, but it was something about having someone go to bat for you that felt amazing. That wasn't something you grew up with in your family, but it became something you demanded out of all your friendships and romantic relationships. 

Adrian shrugged off your reply and went back to sculpting something. This was the first time since you entered the basement that you noticed that your activity for the night was making clay sculptures.

"Oh! Baby, we're sculpting! I've always wanted to go to a class! How am I just now seeing this? I've been talking your ear off this whole time, and you didn't say anything!" you squealed.

"I know. Since you could never make it to a class, I would bring it to you. But you have to change into that apron and lose the top," he said with his back facing you.

You looked at him incredulously until you noticed that he was shirtless and wearing an apron. 

"Fine, I'll play," you rebutted.

"You always do," he said sharply. "Oh, the titty bags too."

Peeling off your top to reveal your round, juicy breasts, you took the apron and wrapped the ties around your waist.

"I wasn't wearing one." Sitting down, you could feel his gaze on you as you tried to figure out how to start the machine. He stopped his project to assist you with yours. Placing a stool beside you, he put a mound of clay on top of it for you to work with and turned on your potter's wheel. Cleo Sol saturated the airwaves as you sculpted away. You loved the way the clay felt in your hands, and after feeling so inspired by the museum, you decided that you were going to make your very own artistic contribution to the loft. An hour passed before you felt Adrian's warmth behind your back and his hands on yours.

"What are you making," he asked curiously.

"A vase. Something that would look great on the coffee table."

"I can see that," he replied, baritone in your ear. He held his position, sitting with you between his legs, guiding your hands to sculpt. Minutes of silence went by while Jhene Aiko sang. You relaxed into him, and her words rang through the speakers. 

"How do you feel right now," he inquired.

"Relaxed, calm, soothed, and seen," you said as you tilted sideways to look up at him, angling for a kiss. He brought his lips to yours and kissed you softly.

"Good," he said, giving you one last kiss. You turned your head forward to face the project hand when he spattered your face with the clay you two had been playing with.

"I KNOW you just didn't spray me with clay," you yelped.

"Naw I did that. I did all that," he said with a grin as he gathered more clay and smeared it all over your neck, chest, and apron. You gasp.

"Oh, is this what we're doing? Bet! You took a chunk of the clay you were still molding on the wheel and flung it at him. Surprised at how quick you were, he retreated to his side of the room to gather more clay. You managed to outmaneuver him and smear some of the clay in his face. Seeing he had few options, he lifted you in the air and tickled you back to the floor. Once he had you pinned, he poured the rest of the wet he was working with all over you. Satisfied with the mess he made, he let your arms free as he sat back on his heels and laughed. 

"You look amazing in clay," he grinned as his genuine laughter transitioned into a sultry smirk. 

"It almost went into my mouth!" you yelled.

"Yeah, I know. You noticed anything about the clay?" he asked.

"Should I?" you asked. Still smirking, he smeared the clay on your collarbone all over his index finger and dipped it into your mouth.

"It's…. it's.. it's chocolate!" you exclaimed. 

"Yup, and since I made this mess, Imma lick you clean," he retorted seductively. He pounced, liking the sides of your face and neck. Planting soft kisses in between each taste, he gently removed your apron. 

Next, he worked on the wide-legged trousers you were wearing. Lifting you with one hand to slide your pants down your thick, toned ass, he made sure to slide your panties down with them. Freeing your hips, toned thighs, and juicy calves from those pants, he panted your now naked lower half with the chocolate spewed on his chest and abs as he laid on top of you, sucking your nipples. You moaned. The familiarity of his tongue caressing you is something you had always yearned for. He has studied you in more ways than one, and your spots are something he is well versed in. He worked his way down to your stomach, licking and kissing the chocolate clay from your belly button. The warmth of his mouth mixed with the cool air made you tremble. Anticipating the euphoria that would accompany his final stop on his sojourn south, your breath hastened and you closed your eyes. 

"Ohhhh," you moaned as he hit your sweet center. He took his time licking the mixture of nectar and truffle, ensuring he did not miss a skin stitch. As you worked your hips on the pressure of his tongue, he grabbed your ass to pull you close. His fingers worked his way inside you, stroking your walls as he continued to assault your pearl. 

"Mmmhm," he let out, satisfied with how you were tightening around his fingers, ready to combust. 

"Adrian," you cried, "I need you."

He slipped his fingers from her core and slipped them inside her mouth. She tasted as good as he expected. 

"All you had to do was ask, baby," he replied.

He tore his belt from his jeans and threw it on the floor. He unfastened the denim and let it fall to the floor. Threatening to burst through his navy boxers was her prize. She reached up to claim what was hers. Freeing his girth, she marveled at its beauty. His shaft, the toffee color with perfectly placed veins coursing through to its tip. Its head was a cool caramel shade, glistening with the pre-cum that leaked from it. 

"You gonna stare at it, or you gon do something with it," he teased.

You reached around him and, grabbing a handful of the edible clay, stroked his shaft. He whimpered at your touch. You attempted to hide his shaft in the depths of your throat. 

"Fuuuuuck" he choked. You were on a mission to suck his soul out of his dick. Your jaw slacked, and you relaxed your throat, taking him all in. He grabbed the back of your head, holding it in place while he fucked your throat. As saliva spilled down the sides of your mouth, you used the moisture to coat your hands. All lathered, you massaged his balls and tent. 

"Shiiit," he growled, "Alana, I'm about to….fuck!" were the last words he said before she exploded in your mouth. You swallowed every last drop, and he leaned on the table behind him, still turning what was left of his pottery project. You looked up at him as you milked the last drop from his shaft.

"They gon' have to pry you outta my cold, dead hands. You know that?" he asked. You laugh as you wipe the corners of your mouth.

"I ain't never coming up off you. Shit!" he said.

"That's good to know," you chuckled. 

He helped you up off of your knees.

"Round 2. Upstairs. Beat me there." You watched as he swelled back to his original strength. Lit with excitement, you replied, "Yessir," and headed upstairs. You knew he could take a minute getting upstairs because he would probably clean up a little. If there was one thing Adrian was, if he wasn't crazy about you, it was neat. He wasn't afraid to make a mess, but he wasn't fond of leaving it there either. You washed off the rest of the clay in the shower and made sure to hit your hotspots. You stepped out of the shower and hurried to lotion up and place your scents on as you heard him walking up the steps. Once he found you, he pulled you in for a kiss. 

"What time do you have to be up tomorrow?" he asked.

"Around 7, why?"

"You'll be cutting it very close," he replied, his dark eyes glued to her hips and thighs. He led you to the bed and laid you there gently. Removing the rest of his clothes, he joined you on top of the covers. You two made love all night. Where you were rough, he was gentle. Where he was deep and deliberate, you were quick and light. The two worlds collided again and again, leaving both of you with multiple organisms and a yearning to produce climaxes even more extraordinary than the last. Finally, at 4:45 am, you conceded. Rolling over, drained yet satisfied, you fell asleep to the soft pressures of him kissing the length of your back while messaging your ass. 

An hour and a half later, the sound of your alarm screeching causes you to bolt from your place under his arms. As you switch the alarm off, you slowly get out of bed. You felt like shit. You were sore, your neck ached, and you felt hungover, given your hour of sleep. As you reached the bathroom, you stopped and peered at Adrian. You would kill him if he weren't so damn fine. He kept you up all night on purpose for making him give up that first nut so fast—ever the competitor. Finally, when you got to the bathroom, you did your entire morning routine and dressed. The warm shower did help the soreness a little, but you would need coffee and lots of it for the tiredness. Feeling petty, you decide that you wouldn't be the only one suffering that morning.

"Wake up!" you scream, jumping on Adrian, almost knocking off the bed.

"What happened? Whats going on? You okay?" he blabbered, alarmed yet still half asleep.

"Everything is fine. I just wanted you to take me to work today," you said, planting a syrupy smile on your face.

"Alana, you have a car. I put gas in it yesterday morning. I took it for an oil change last weekend. Your brakes are new, and none of your lights are on. You can't take yourself to work?" he asked, slightly annoyed.

"I mean, I can, but I want you to take me. I love it when you take me to work. I like to remind all of them hating ass bitches that I'm fine and fucked— regularly," you lied.

"Uh-huh," he chuckled. "So it don't got nothing to do with the fact that you were up all night tryna out do me and you got an early day but I don't?" he asked in disbelief.

"Do you think I'm THAT petty?" you asked, feigning innocence.

"Yes. But imma take you anyway," he said, getting out of the bed and heading to the bathroom.

"Why?" you inquired curiously.

"To let all them hating ass niggas waiting in the wings to know that you're mine and you're fucked. Well," he said in finality. He freshened up in the bathroom and threw on a Fear of God sweat set. He grabbed his sneakers and headed down the stairs. He looked good even when he was annoyed and half asleep. It wasn't fair, but I never complained. In fact, I was calculating how late I could be getting to work in case I wanted another quick session.

"Move that ass, Alana," his voice echoed through the apartment.

You made your way down the steps, threw on your pumps, grabbed your briefcase, and opened the door. 

You both headed outside; he opened your door and waited for you to get in. He darted around and got in the driver's seat. The car ride was silent. You looked out the window, taking in the city's sights. Kids playing in the cool autumn air in jackets, shop owners sweeping the outsides of their shops, the homeless at bus stops turning to the morning air and the bodies passing by. The city awakening after its long slumber was a work of art you had hoped to capture one day in a photograph or on canvas. This was home. Arriving at the front entrance of the Library of Athena at Pembroke University, Adrian hopped out of the car, went around to your door, and opened it. He held your hand as you climbed out of the X7. 

"Damn, I forgot to remind you about taking lunch out of the refrigerator," he said. He rummaged through his pockets until he found his wallet. He handed you a hundred-dollar bill. When you looked at him puzzled, he added, "That's all the cash I have on me. Use it for lunch."

"I don't need this much, Adrian. It's okay. I'll eat something from the cafe. It's usually free for faculty," you replied

"Nah, eat something good today. You went through it last night," he smirked as he kissed your lips, making sure to remind you of last night. "Have a good day," he added.

"You too," you said, leaving him leaned up against the car, watching you walk into the grand double doors of the library. Before making it inside, you turned to see if he was still watching. He caught your eye and winked, making you blush. He climbed back into the car after giving a nod to some students who were passing through and drove off. 

You held that interaction and the night before in your heart as you straightened your face and walked down the long corridor of the library. You checked if anyone was watching or following you before you made a sharp right and opened the doors to a stairwell. Going down two flights of steps, you opened the door and made a left turn down another long hallway. Awaiting you at the end of the hall were two uniformed men. They parted ways, letting you into a service elector. You pressed "3". As the elevator descended, you opened your briefcase and switched tags, keys, and badges. You grabbed the claw clip stashed in another bag compartment and pinned your hair up. The compact mirror at the bottom of your bag contains the contacts you've been made to wear. Opening it, you placed the soft contacts from your eyes into their placeholders and put a pair of clear-framed glasses on instead. Once the elevator doors opened, the United States seal and coat of arms greeted you from their place on the floor. You smiled and nodded at everyone who turned to look at you from their desks. You made your way to your desk and quickly got settled before opening your computer to take on the tasks for the day.

"Now I know you didn't just waltz in here and not say a word to me about last night!" exclaimed your co-worker and good friend Brooke. "And from the way you tried to walk up those steps, I know he hit it GOOD. Spill now!"

"You know, when you're looking at surveillance all day, you're supposed to be looking for possible threats, not watching me!" I said, feigning annoyance.

"I review footage I think is pertinent to national security and honey, that man, very pertinent!" she stated as she nodded profusely. You laughed.

"You're a mess," you said.

"Y/N, my office, please," Deputy Assistant Director Moore barked.

"Damn, what did you do?" Brook asked.

"Hell, if I know," you replied, confused.

"Well, you better get up there. From how his eye blinks, he's not in a good mood today," she said.

You walked up the flight of stairs and knocked on the door.

"You wanted to see me, sir," you asked as he opened the door for you. 

"Yes. I wanted to receive an update on your current assignment. But before we do that, I want to introduce you to the ASAC of the criminal division. Special Agent Richmond. Richmond, this is SA Olisa, one of our best and brightest here in the intelligence division.

"That's kind of you to say, sir," you replied politely as you slowly turned your attention to the tall figure in a black suit approaching you. Tilting your head upwards, you realized you recognized those slate grey-blue eyes and thick lashes. That glow of toffee that scrambled your senses stood a foot away from you with a slight smirk on his face, most likely from the fact that you were gawking at him, trying to make sense of what he was doing there. That low tenor you remember vividly, once again, broke the silence. 

"Nice to meet you; my name is Terrance. Everyone calls me Terry." Tags: @thecapodomme @writers-of-tmblr @melaninpov @spaceslutsworld @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @mymusicbias @the-black-label @master-builder42 @miraculously-dumb-bitch @megamindsecretlair @hopefulromantic1 @tranquilfandomer @thadelightfulone @vivalaorgasm @hotgrlcece @planetblaque @blackgurlnhermoods @sweettea-and-honeybutter @andriaharris @kumkaniudaku @theblacklewinsky

[kunigamikingdom]

angst with toji x reader…… featuring baby megumi.

Toji was a stubborn man. Which was why it was always SO difficult when you got into an argument with him. He would always cut you off mid-statement to make a point that barely matched, or call you dramatic once you started crying about the fact he yelled at you. He was mad. You barely remembered what exactly the two of you were fighting about, but you didn’t care. You just knew he was absolutely pissed, you were upset, Megumi was distracted by TV across the house..

“You know what?! Im done. I’m fucking done toji. Your not even listening to me right now so i’m not even gonna try. Don’t call me, don’t text me, you can throw away the clothes I have here, and tell Megumi i’m not coming home.”

You didn’t even let him comment on it before you grabbed a small purse you had brung over and left, by the time he realized what you were doing and chased after you, you were already driving down the road.

He angrily slammed his head back against the wall, sliding all the way down. The anger was fading off into sadness now. He really did not want you to leave. Just the thought of you not coming home to him, was making him feel like crap. He didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to go back to his cold, empty, lonely apartment. He didn’t want to not see you anymore. He felt hopeless.

“damn it…”

He quietly whispered to himself, trying to get a hold of his emotions.

Megumi waddled into his room, staring up at his dad with those big green eyes. He would have to break the news that his ‘mommy’ (which he would call you) wasn’t coming home..

He felt like kicking himself because he couldn’t control his damn temper and he had to be so damn harsh to you. He should’ve just stopped arguing with you and not called you sensitive, dramatic, and everything under the sun... He should’ve just listened to you instead of talking down to you. He felt guilty and it’s was eating him up inside. He was trying to hold himself together so he wouldn’t break down in front of his son.

Megumi waddled closer to his dad, reaching up to tug on his shirt. He couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as he looked down at Megumi, his heart clenching when he saw the little boy look up at him innocently. He knew he was going to have to tell him that you weren’t going to be around anymore. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked down at his son.

“Hey kid.”

He didn’t know how to say it without making the boy upset. He wanted to be gentle with him. Megumi could tell something was wrong just by the way his dad looked. He’d never seen his dad look so upset before. He was confused and he tugged on his dad’s shirt again, looking up at him with big eyes.

”..Where’s mama?”

That question was like knife through his heart. He took a shaky breath as he picked up his son into his lap. He hated that he had to do this. He hated having to tell his son that his mom wasn’t coming around anymore.

*”..Mama isn’t coming back, buddy..”*

He spoke, trying to steady his voice. He didn’t want to cry in front of his son. Megumi’s little face scrunched up in confusion. He really didn’t understand. He didn’t know why his dads girlfriend wasn’t coming back. He was sad and confused and he didn’t like it.

“Why?!”

He whined, now starting to look upset. He felt even more like crap now that his son was starting to get upset. He was already on the verge of crying himself as his own eyes got watery, his chest tightening in guilt. He had to be strong for his son.

”..She’s not coming back because daddy was mean to her.”

He admitted, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. Seeing his son like this hurt him. He really did not want to have this conversation with his son.

Megumi’s eyes started to fill with tears and he started to cry. He didn’t understand. He didn’t like that his dad was mean to his mom. He didn’t like that she wasn’t coming back. It was upsetting.

“Make her come back, daddy! I want mama!“

He wailed through his sobs. He felt his heart break hearing his son cry like this. It was like a dagger to the chest. He held Megumi closer, starting to cry himself. His hand gently rubbing his back to soothe him, he tried to force his voice to speak, but he was so choked up, it just came out in broken sobs.

“I can’t..it’s just gonna be me and you now.”

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[ryuichirou]

Do you have any headcanons for your genderswapped twst ships?? Doesn't really matter which ones

I do, Anon! And you’re cruel, because I want to talk about everyone, and I am very bad at picking one option… So I ended up writing one hc for a bunch of ships. I don’t think I skipped any of our absolute favourite ones, but I definitely didn’t cover all the ships we love :( Sigh!

If you want to hear more about any of them, let me know! But also, feel free to read previous hcs posts about the girlies: 1, 2, 3.

Also! Some are horny, some of them are not, keep that in mind please.

Alright, so…

Azul/Idia – while Azul complains about Idia always wearing baggy “boy-ish” clothes, she actually enjoys it on some level; sometimes she expects Idia to open doors for her, sometimes she hugs her arm when they walk together, it’s like she automatically figures that she herself is “the lady” in their relationship with Idia. Which is a concept that only exists in Azul’s head: Idia knows that Azul isn’t a lady at all. All of the “girly” things she does are very performative, and in actuality, Azul is very dominant, bossy and not gentle at all! She is an aggressive beast that loves to fuck tomboys…

Jade/Idia – during their housewarden+vice-housewarden meetings, Idia sometimes watches Jade as she writes down things and gives Azul documents and forms and stuff. Is it because Jade is just that beautiful? Yeah, but not necessarily in a good way – to Idia, Jade feels otherworldly, but also kind of terrifying. Like a beauty from a horror movie. Since Idia watches everyone through her tablet, she feels safe when staring at Jade (she would’ve been scared to look at her irl), but one time Jade looked straight into the camera, and Idia got startled and fell from her chair. For some reason she felt the good kind of goosebumps at the same time…

Floyd/Idia – one time Idia was careless enough to mumble something about Jade being perfect for a cosplay of a certain character. She thought she said it very quietly, but Floyd did hear her, and immediately asked about what kind of character would be perfect for her, instantly adding that Idia can’t pick the same one she chose for Jade. Idia panicked and said that she needed some time to think about it… hoping that Floyd would just forget about it, but she kept appearing out of nowhere and asking this question for a couple of weeks. Sometimes she would show up with her buttons undone and without a bra or panties, as if that would inspire Idia to give her an answer. Idia never felt so intimidated before..!

Floyd/Riddle – one time they had a physical fight that turned too horny. Of course, Floyd wasn’t giving it her all because in terms of physical strengths she could easily snap Riddle in half, for the most part she was just having fun. But the way Riddle squeezed her thigh with her own thighs and aggressively rubbed against it, the way she grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, the way she bit her neck and viciously sucked on it (to make it hurt more, clearly) made it pretty obvious that poor Riddle doesn’t quite understand what she wants from Floyd. Of course, she punched and slapped her face a couple of times too, but that doesn’t make the situation any less horny! Well, Floyd did bite her ass (literally) as a revenge, but the moment she grabbed her between the legs, Riddle squealed, kicked her off (with a heel!) and ran away. What the hell was that? Mixed messages…

Trey/Riddle – Riddle is one of the few people in their dorm that isn’t aware (and doesn’t suspect) that Trey is into girls. To the majority of people it’s pretty obvious, but Riddle has absolutely no idea. It’s not like Riddle would react in a bad way, but whenever she casually says shit like “it is too early for us to worry about husbands anyway”, Trey’s brain melt a little bit. She only sees her future with Riddle…

Ace/Deuce – they are “those two girls”, the ones that are always fighting, but also so close that it’s almost like they’re… you know. They are more likely than their boy versions to push that semi-playful flirty thing, and it’s always Ace who initiates it. She pokes Deuce’s boob with a pen, lifts her skirt, “accidentally” ends up in suggestive poses with her, makes jokes that take a couple of moment for Deuce to get (then she gets red and mad), and all of that is just them messing around of course. Nothing serious, for sure…

Jack/Deuce – when they kissed for the first time, Jack grabbed Deuce’s waist and lifted her up so their faces would be on the same level. Deuce got so surprised by that (her feet were barely touching the floor!), she whimpered in the kiss, and Jack got immediately embarrassed and put her back down. Both liked it a lot and felt hot because of that, but were too awkward to do it again…

Kalim/Jamil – Kalim is so innocent it’s very difficult for Jamil to think about the fact that one day she’ll start having sex and even worse, producing babies. The second part is so terrifying that Jamil prefer not to think about it at all, but even just the first part makes her very frustrated somehow. Is she angry about it? Somehow, imagining Kalim with someone like that feels very wrong, and Jamil’s frustrated mind makes her dream about Kalim doing things to her body instead. Jamil woke up all sweaty and with a blanket squeezed tightly between her thighs. 

Azul/Jamil – despite her busy schedule, there are moments when Azul has some free time and goes to see Jamil play basketball. She is always very clearly rooting for Jamil and Jamil only, as if she is the only one playing, and Jamil finds it annoying… Oh, is she distracting you, Jamil-san? By being a cute little cheerleader? Also, did I mention that Azul likes tomboys already?

Rook/Vil – when Vil gets mad, sometimes squeezing Rook’s boobs a couple of times makes her feel better. But when Vil gets very mad, the only thing that could help is for Rook to pull Vil’s underwear down and dive with her face between her legs. Then she eats Vil until she is so tired that all agitation has left her body, and her anger is gone… Technically, if Rook isn’t around, Vil could just breathe in and out until she is calm, but for some mysterious reason Rook is always around whenever Vil starts feeling angry. Is it a coincidence?

Floyd/Epel – while the bra that Vil makes Epel wear isn’t uncomfortable and is actually quite nice, she still doesn’t like the fact that she is supposed to wear it, so whenever she sees Floyd going around clearly bra-less, she gets so fascinated and excited. One time when they were hanging out together, being all rebellious and stuff, Epel took her bra out and looked at Floyd very proudly and smugly. And Floyd pointed out how pointy and erect Epel’s nipples are and giggled at her… and then quietly stole her bra while Epel was busy covering them and feeling unexpectedly embarrassed. They were hard the entire evening, which Floyd found very cute and couldn’t stop commenting on.

Ortho/Idia – when they were kids, Idia tried to make Ortho to be “the princess” in whatever story they were playing because Ortho is younger, and Idia wanted her to feel cherished and a centre of attention. But Ortho threw a tantrum about it because she wanted Idia to be the princess instead. They weren’t really into playing with dolls or all this princess stuff, so it was just a very rare and kind of wholesome memory that Idia completely forgot about… until Ortho called her a pillow princess and said “see, I was right” with a smug face all those years later. What do you mean you were right…! Is this really a good moment to bring that up?? While pressing a pulsating finger against your sister’s you-know-what??

Lilia/Idia – one time Idia actually went to listen to Lilia’s bass guitar performance in an empty clubroom because she wouldn’t go out of her room otherwise. And Lilia teased her a lot that day, acted very smugly, called Idia her groupie and even suggested to give her an autograph by signing her titties. Idia was embarrassed and terrified, but Lilia did end up lifting her shirt and doing that…

Lilia/Silver – when Lilia is feeling down for some reason, sometimes she makes Silver sit on her lap. Silver is too heavy for that at this age, and she usually says that it will make mother’s blood circulation worse, but Lilia always says that it’s okay and pushes her down. Then she hugs Silver tightly, presses her cheek against Silver’s chest, sits like that for a couple of minutes and playfully slaps Silver’s thigh, telling her to stand up and saying that she is a good girl and made her feel all better. Whenever Lilia stands up though, her legs shake because of bad blood circulation… Silver told you!

Sebek/Silver – whenever Silver falls asleep and Sebek doesn’t wake her up right away for some reason, she always makes sure she looks appropriate: closes her legs, fixes her shirt, even puts her hair back from her face. Although every now and then she does end up staring at her sleeping face and body for some time before doing that… you know, if no one is around…

Lilia/Malleus – as Malleus’ breasts were growing, she was in pain pretty often because of the drastic and quick growth. Lilia used to soothe her pain while massaging her chest with her small but knowledgeable hands, and it helped a lot… but also backfired, because now Malleus’ breasts are very tender; but also sometimes when she gets angry she really wants to have them squeezed and groped, as it pacifies her.

Sebek/Malleus – Sebek loves repeating that she’ll never get married because she already decided that she will live only to serve Malleus. One times Malleus heard about it and said that it really is a shame, because someone would be lucky to have Sebek as a wife. She didn’t really mean anything by it, but Sebek was so shocked to hear that that she still can’t process that conversation…

Crewel/Deuce – while Deuce wasn’t super sexually experienced before their affair with Crewel started, she was pretty experienced in terms of masturbation, and thought that she knew her body quite well. She was wrong because Crewel made her feel the way she didn’t know she could before… She used to be a very horny young teen, but now is the first time when she stands up and can feel wetness between her legs dripping down her thighs (without even being touched!). She also squirted for the first time with Crewel… and was pretty shocked by that, instantly getting embarrassed that she just peed herself. This woman melts her brain…

[glitter-stained]

That's EXACTLY what the good will hunting it's not your fault scene is about imo!!! Will spends so much time picking fights and lying and self-sabotaging his whole life to remain in control, honestly I can see how there could be a "punishing himself" element of analysis to it but I much prefer reading it as a way of taking control and increasing perceived agentivity. This guy beat him up as a kid when he was powerless to defend himself? Check out how powerless he is right now. Preferring the "comfort" of a precarious situation and being underestimated over taking a risk when the opportunity is not only given but insistant? No thank you, he's fine where he is in the places with the people he knows, doing what he's familiar with, being in control. The lies, both to his girlfriend and the therapists, to keep them at a distance: don't get close to the parts that hurt I don't want anybody to see me/know I was powerless. And the moment he has found a truly safe place and is ready to hear about it, when he's ready for the amount of vulnerability this implies and has a safe space to handle these feelings in, that's when he's ready to hear that it wasn't his fault. And it's necessary but he cries, of course he cries, it fucking hurts.

Oh btw!!!!

A fun little addition to the victim-blaming meta:

Yk that thing about agentivity and re-evaluating how much power you have over the world when confronted with the reality mortality? It works exactly the same if you're the one who's the victim btw.

Isn't that fun? This is why there is so much guilt and shame that is so hard to dislodge in trauma victims. "I let it happen because I wasn't good enough" is easier to handle than "It happened to me and there was nothing I could do". It's scarier to be an object than a bad subject.

Look! I'm better now! I was weak, and I was a coward, and I was naive and dumb and not strong enough and not smart enough and I didn't understand how evil the world really was but I'm different now! I'm in control! I do things my own way and my way is different and good and it works! I learned from what happened and I'm stronger and better and it's never gonna happen to me again it's never gonna happen to me again it's never gonna happen to me again it's never-