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kooggukk · 3 months ago

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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 NOBODY ELSE // JJK

genre: fwb, fuck buddies😼

note: guys i just want jungkook.. this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long haha sorry for spelling mistakes or anything i got too lazy to proofread it lol! enjoy tho💕

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being invited by jungkook’s mother for a dinner was normal for you and your family. you and jungkook grew up being neighbors, attend to the same high school and college later on — which he dropped out of.

it wasn’t because he’s dumb, he’s nowhere near that. he got bored, tired. his mother didn’t like the news when he told her, but she didn’t have a choice, other than to support his dream. jungkook always wished to be a singer.

some of his closest friends joked about it and laughed at the idea of jungkook being a worldwide celebrity. we could say that affected him a lot, he felt zero support from both sides: family & friends. he would often spend his days in his house, sitting on a particular part of his couch.

maybe you know him too well, you know that when he’s writing a song he would get a glass of beer, place it carefully on his coffee table, get his black notebook with his pen that he would click continuously when he’s deep in thoughts.

you know he would knee on the soft mattress beneath him, sitting on his feet like a cutie, focus on the lyrics with his big doe eyes.

you also know he would obviously play with his lip piercing, licking it, turning his tongue around it and what not. oh what that tongue can do.

the amount of times he had eaten you out on his couch, — on that spot of the couch — you wouldn’t even be able to count on your ten fingers. your friendship with him was different.

different, because you support him and understand him in a way nobody else had yet. but different because he fucks you, like crazy. he had fucked you in every way possible. fast, rough, deep, gentle, slow, anal. the last one was just once, though.

it all started at your birthday party, when you turned 25. you got wasted, he got tipsy, he knew about his whereabouts unlike you. he knew what was going on when he fucked you first, but what was he supposed to do when a woman like you, was literally begging to fuck you.

he felt guilty, he felt like he took advantage of the alcohol in your system. but when you woke up in the morning, with jungkook next to you, cuddled up, you didn’t freak out. you knew what happened, and you didn’t regret it. nor did he.

you know it shouldn’t be right, that it shouldn’t feel that good to get fucked by your best friend but god, you can’t help it. he admitted it, he finds you attractive. you find him it too.

but you both talked it out, no feelings. he told you he’d never want anything else from you other than your friendship and pussy.

and now, you’re sitting at the dining table with jungkook in front of you, his mother next to him and his father at the end. your mother on the other end as your father is next to you.

it’s normal, the atmosphere was comfortable and funny. the adults discussing work related stuff, your and his mother had already gossiped about someone else too.

it was a perfect night, except that jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire dinner, except when he got asked a question. you scolded him, non verbally with your eyes.

he’s a jerk. he just fucked you the night before, not on his couch this time though. it was in his kitchen, where he got too turned on by seeing you cut a cucumber. yes, a dang cucumber.

“so ___, i heard you finished college.” his mother spoke to you, your gaze turned to her and you smiled. “oh yes, last week actually.”

“what major were you in?” his father joined in. “psychology.” your mother interrupted and reached over to rub your back, feeling extremely proud of her daughter. you smiled, “i’m thinking about going back, i’ve been researching a lot on nursing lately.”

your eyes stopped on jungkook once again. he’s leaned back in the chair, one arm resting on the back of his mother’s chair, the other resting on his thigh. his chin is slightly lifted, looking at you as he plays with his lip piercing. fuck.

the parents continued the conversation, telling different stories about nurses as that came up. jungkook leans back to the table, resting his chin with his hands, elbows on the table.

he stares at you, not uttering a single word. you give him a small frown, not too noticeable. his eyes drop to your neck, then your chest or atleast what only was visible, then back to your eyes. you chuckled and shook your head in disbelief, he’s seriously thinking of sex right now.

you’ve tried to keep your ‘let’s fuck’ relationship with jungkook private, not going around and telling every second person that ‘hey i fuck my best friend!’. the only person who might know that you and him slept together is one of your friends from college, she saw you and jungkook that one night. the first night.

she hasn’t asked about it though, thankfully. it’s not like it was her business, so she dropped it. you knew he wouldn’t try anything with you in public, especially not in front of your parents. so that’s why it caught you off guard when you felt his leg touch yours, slightly nudging it.

you cleared your throat as you jumped a little from the surprise, a smirk on his lips as he stared at your flustered form. you cussed him out in your head, ‘fuck you’ you mouthed and he just raised a brow at that.

you rolled your eyes as you realized he wouldn’t mind that, his eyes still devouring the sight of you, almost fucking you with his eyes at this point. you don’t even wanna know what he’s thinking about at the moment.

“jungkookie, have you found yourself a girlfriend?” your mother asked, catching his attention. he fixed his posture and shook his head, “no, i’m not looking for a relationship at the moment.”

“he’s such a liar!” his mother pointed at him, “i know he’s seeing someone.” she said and took a sip of her wine. “am i?” he raised his eyebrow, his voice laced with confusion. “deny it all you want, but i found a lipstick in your pocket when you came home.”

his expression changed, his eyes somewhat turned nervous, scared even. you stared at him with a small smirk, taking a sip of your soda. he glanced at you, “must’ve been ___’s.” he chuckled and shook his head.

“and why would her lipstick be in your pocket?” his mother asked, obviously she didn’t believe him. “we came here together, i believe she put it there so she could use it if her makeup gets smudged.” he shrugged.

he was right, that was in fact the reason you put it there. “oh yeah, it’s mine.” you said, a small smile appearing on your lips. his mother nodded and with that the conversation was over. thank god.

as everyone finished eating, your and his mother disappeared into the kitchen, your fathers went outside to have a beer while ‘man talking’ or however they called it. leaving you and jungkook alone.

“you wanna die?” you scolded him, your voice was quiet not to get caught. “i swear junkook, i’ll choke you.” he grinned and rested his head on his hands, smiling at you like a child. “what?” you asked.

“choke me? is that your new kink?” he teased, his foot finding yours again under the table. you clicked your tongue and crossed your arms, “do you ever stop thinking about sex?”

“nope. impossible when you’re around me, babe.” there he goes again, he always somehow finds a way to get you hot. he just knows what to say every time. “you’re unbelievable.” you can’t help but to smile with a shake of your head.

“what? you’re acting like you didn’t just strip me off with your eyes.” he teased and you gasped, “i did not-“ you stuttered, you got caught. “you’re the one to speak.” you argued back.

“i’m not denying it, i did wish to rip that pretty blouse off you.”

“i dare you, it was expensive. the only thing ripping will be your balls when i beat you up.” he scoffed at your words. “c’mon, you wouldn’t do that.”

“you think so?” you raised an eyebrow and he hummed in response. “how would i fuck you without balls?” again, he just knows what to say to drive you crazy.

“touché.” you mumbled and raised your glass to take a sip again.

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the evening came to an end as you both bid goodbye to your parents, you thanked his mother for the delicious meal. he offered to take you home and you agreed, assuming you’d end up at his place anyways. but your parents didn’t have to know about that.

and it happened just like that, the moment you stepped in his home you were pushed to the wall with force. you gasped, jungkook didn’t leave a single second for you to react as he attacked your lips, kissing you.

he held your face in place by your cheeks, your small reticule dropped from your hand as you hugged him close, kissing him back with just as much force and desperation as he did.

his right hand went to grab your ass, then holding your thigh as you lifted it up. he immediately pushed himself closer to you, grinding his growing erection against you.

not wanting to fuck you right at the front door, he dragged you to his living room, pushing you on the couch. he grinned at you and he dropped to his knees, the loud thud must have been hurtful, but he didn’t waste a single second.

he eagerly gripped the hem of your jeans, undoing it and pulling it off you, lifting your hips to help him. “hm, good.” he praised you for that small action of yours, his voice enough to create an ocean in your panties.

he touched your knees and thighs, caressing your skin while he leaned in to plant kisses on your inner thigh. he pulled you a little down, holding your legs tightly and he spread them. “don’t close.” he demanded, his voice hoarse and it sent you shivers down your spine.

you gasped once again when you felt him kiss you on your panties, he pulled away to take off his black turtleneck sweater but went right back in, pulling off your panties in a second.

the cold air hit your core immediately, but soon replaced by the heat coming from his body. he licked a stripe down your pussy, getting a hum out of you at the familiar feeling of his mouth working on you.

your mouth fell agape when he sucked on your clit, your hands finding their way to his black hair, getting a great hold of them. he groaned at your action, he knows you like to get a hold of his hair, so he hasn’t cut it in some months now.

he pulled away, you almost whined about him stopping but then he spread your folds with his fingers, spreading your wetness on his digits. he glanced up at you when he brought them to his lips, licking them.

he hummed, “love it.” he said, his voice a low growl. one of his hand rests on your thigh, gripping it softly. the other goes to your core again, inserting his finger in you. his head goes back down, disappearing between your legs once again as he starts sucking again, his finger pumping into you.

your back arched, unintentionally. “oh, fuck,” your breath hitched, he smirked against you. he added another of his long digits, curling them inside you, he pulled away as he stared into your eyes, then his gaze dropped to his hand working on you.

he groaned at the sight, he’s slept with girls before you, it was obvious he was experienced, but he could swear on his life your pussy was the prettiest he has ever seen in his whole life.

“so pretty,” his voice was teasing and you gasped his name, pulling his head up. “shut up,” your voice was a low murmur and he raised an eyebrow at your sass.

“what? can’t i call what’s mine pretty?” he chuckled and shook his head, secretly adding a third finger. “i don’t want your fingers,” you whined, your hips moving on their own. “i need to get you stretched, babe.” he grinned and he continued, his three fingers now going in a slower pace.

“no,” you stopped his hand, “i’m okay, just-“ you licked your lips, his gaze dropping to them. “shit, just fuck me already.” your voice was more like a whisper, full of need. “you’re tight, i don’t want to hurt you.” he argued back, but his fingers were already out of you as he wiped them in his jeans.

you sat up straight on the couch, closing your legs. “c’mon, you fucked me enough already. i can take you,” he couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh and he nodded, “love that you speak your mind.”

with that said, he got up from the floor and leaned down to kiss your forehead, “i’ll be back,” that one small action of his is why you trust him, how you know that he is the right guy to be fuck buddies with.

he can be rough during sex, there’s no doubt in that, but you had experienced gentle sex too with him. roughness isn’t always necessary to get rid of the sexual frustration, and maybe, maybeeeee, you like it more when he’s gentle with you.

you like it more when his body is pressed against yours, slowly moving with the rhythm of his deep thrusts, you love it when he goes to hold your hand, either above your head or next to you, it doesn’t matter. you love it when he stares in your eyes with every thrust. unlike during rough sex, when his eyes are either closed or focused on your tits.

soon he comes back, a pack of condom with him, some tissues and a towel. “what’s the towel for?” you ask, he never brought one before. he smiled at that and when he got to you, he plopped down on the couch. “just in case.” he shrugged but you felt suspicious, he was up to something.

he put everything aside and leaned in, crashing his lips on yours once again. “how do you want it?” he asked when he pulled away, but he still managed to give a soft peck on your nose.

you frowned because he usually wasn’t like this, wasn’t so affectionate. sure, in other ways he was, especially after sex. he always takes care of you, but he never just pecks you in random places and asks how you want it.

“however you want me.” you shrugged. “you’re up to something, you’re suspicious.” you narrowed your eyes at him and he grinned. “suspicious?” he asked as he started to unbutton your blouse. you hummed and leaned back, letting him do it.

“i’m not suspicious.” he said and kissed the skin just above your breasts, he pulled the clothing off your shoulders when he finished with all the buttons, leaving you in your bra.

“you’re very detailed tonight, aren’t you?” you sighed and reached behind, undoing your bra with a smooth move. “detailed?” he frowned and reached to his belt, unbuckling it.

you hummed and reached to unzip his jeans, with a lift of his hips you pulled it down, his dick begging to be freed from his white underwear. you could feel yourself throb by just the thought of having sex with him again, when in fact you just did it yesterday too.

“it don’t bite.” jungkook chuckled when he saw you were just staring, god, almost drooling at this point. you rolled your eyes, holding the hem of the underwear. you pulled it off, his dick sprang free.

you could let anyone call you stupid, you don’t care but for sure you know that jungkook’s dick is pretty. of course it would be, that whole man is a god. he sighed in pleasure when you wrapped your fingers around him, his head thrown back.

you started off slowly, stroking him with smooth, unrushed moves as you watched his face. his eyes closed, mouth open and eyebrows knitted together. soon you picked up your pace, earning low groans and sometimes even moans from him.

you started to kiss his neck, nibbling on his soft skin. he cursed, it was his favorite when you kissed his body. his breaths came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with every breath he took.

“shit, ___.” he uttered a low groan, “don’t stop, oh- please..” you hummed at his begging, jerking him off as fast as you could. he was close, you know well enough to see when he has an orgasm.

you see the way his thighs occasionally stiff, his grip on the pillow that reached his hand first is tight. and then you see his eyes staring down at you, sometimes rolling back and closing, then opening them again. you see how his mouth is agape, his low groans turning into soft moans and cries, his brows crashed together on his forehead.

he was just straight up mesmerizing. sometimes you felt like the luckiest woman on earth that you could capture him in this state. which he was in because of you, nobody else.

“please plea-“ his voice cracked, ending it with a louder moan as he reached his orgasm, spilling his white juice on your hand. you didn’t stop there, you slowed down your pace, but you just couldn’t stop.

he hissed when he started to feel sensitive, bringing his head straight back up from the backrest to look at you. “___, don’t,” he whined. you cupped his chin, pressing a soft, feather-light kiss on his rosy lips.

he lazily responded to it, barely moving his lips. he brought his hand on yours, stopping you from jerking him. you pulled away, “just give me a second, babe,” his voice came out hoarse, your heart skipped a beat and your pussy throbbed by the nickname.

he licked his lips, clearing his voice. “you still with me?” you smiled, your hand reaching to his hair, gently pulling a few strands of them. he scoffed and fixed his posture, his hand grabbing your thigh.

“you gotta do more than just a handjob to lose me.”

“more? i can do more.” you mumbled, your face already in his neck, kissing his skin once again.

“i know you can,” his hand went from your thigh to your hip, helping you straddle his lap. you both moved naturally, riding him is definitely in your top 3 positions.

you quickly handed him a condom from the box which he put on in a second and just like every time, your arms went around his neck, grabbing onto his shoulder while he hugged your body close to his with one of his arms, the other hand holding his cock, he carefully entered, stretching you good like he always does.

he sighed in content, enjoying your warm walls clenching around him. you hummed, letting yourself down completely on him, only to go back up, then to smash back down.

his hands grabbed your ass while you did that, helping you keep the steady rhythm. his head was now thrown back once again, you watched his adam’s apple bob when he swallowed, his mouth fell open.

you kissed his neck again, wherever you could reach. for some reason, it was your favorite spot to kiss, under his jaw, behind and under his ear, just right above his collarbone, you loved it.

oh how much he loved it too, your kisses were always wet but never to the point to leave his skin covered in saliva. you were always so gentle with him, maybe that’s what he loved the most.

he had been with a few girls before who would stupidly and harshly just bite down on his skin, leaving ugly marks all over his neck and shoulders, but with you, never. it could be to just avoid any attention by giving him hickies, or it could be because you found it too intimate, too romantic.

whatever the reason was, he knew he sometimes wished, maybe even prayed that this time you would mark him, even if it’s the smallest spot on his skin. of course, he would never tell you to do that, though. marking really does feel too intimate, and he was afraid he would cross a line with you.

he realized what he was missing out on, so he held his head up, looking at you move. your breasts moved just enough to catch his eyes. his fingers dug in your asscheeks as your own hands explored his body, from caressing his chest, then slightly brushing your fingers over his nipples, down to his ribs, and to his abs.

he felt you slowing down, “s’okay, take a break,” he whispered and you did so, stopping your movements. your chest was rising rapidly, sweat forming on both of your foreheads.

he softly pecked your cheek, lifting you up by your ass just enough so he can start pushing upwards into you. he didn’t rush anything, going slowly at a comfortable pace. “you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching for yours.

you sighed, giving him a nod but he shook his head. “words,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your skin just above your breasts.

“i’m okay,”

he groaned when you clenched around him, he felt himself slowly slipping down on the couch with each thrust he made, so he held you tightly, switching positions.

he made you lay down on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist without slipping out of you. he picked up a slow pace at first, his hands roaming around your body, mostly your sides.

you held his hand, “stop,” you whined, your sides are hella ticklish. “hm? what? can’t handle a little caressing?” he teased, moving his hand so slightly over your skin you got goosebumps.

you tried to push his hand away but you failed, his touches made you giggle and he smiled, glad he could still have moments like this with you in the middle of literally fucking.

all of that stopped when he suddenly smashed himself deep into you, a little harder than he did before. you couldn’t help but to moan, he straightened his posture and he spread your legs, holding your knees.

just like when you were riding him, your breasts bounced again, drawing the attention on them. he picked up the speed of his thrusts, sweat dropping from his forehead, down to his chest where it slowly dripped down his body.

“so a nurse, huh?” he suddenly said, referring to the conversation you had at the dinner. “would love to fuck this pussy in a nursing costume.” a low moan left his mouth when you clenched around him, “ya like that?” he laughed. “you want it too, yeah?”

“shut up- oh my!” your mouth fell agape in pleasure when you felt a finger pressing down on your clit, moving in every way possible. up and down, side to side, making circles. he wasn’t too rough, he knew it was one of your most sensitive parts of your body.

the top of his thighs slapped against the back of yours with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping on each other got mixed with the noise of your wet folds taking his dick, the couch slightly creaking along with heavy breathing and occasional quiet moans, whines.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, the familiar feeling already in your stomach. you felt like you were going to explode, your eyes shut tightly as you bite down on your lip, your body ready to let go.

after a few more of his thrusts you let go, but oh! turns out it wasn’t just your usual orgasm, no, you squirted under him. he pulled out, watching your body shake and then slowly relax. “fuck,” you breathed heavily, you could have sworn you saw stars.

“did i s-“

“yes. you squirted.” he said, like that was something casual. you thought it was over, that he was done but then he did the unexpected, he pushed back in. “just a little- longer,” his words came out in gasps, pounding into you to reach his own climax too.

you whined, you felt extremely sensitive and it was slowly turning to be the opposite of pleasure, “i know, just a little more,” his voice was soft, he knew it was too much but he needed that orgasm.

then, his thrusts suddenly stopped, staying still inside you as he filled the condom, a low groan leaving his lips. he licked them, feeling like his mouth just turned drier than a desert. he pulled out and leaned down to peck your lips, “you did good,” he whispered.

you hummed, your fingers already touching your core, the wetness surprising you. “dang..” you both chuckled, you sat up and looked down, feeling uncomfortable. there was a wet spot on the towel under you, “you bitch, that’s why you needed the towel.” you shook your head in disbelief, “scared i’ll stain your sofa?”

he smiled and tilted his head, resting his ass on his heels. “actually, yes. you know it was expensive.”

“then, maybe you shouldn’t fuck me on it?”

he chuckled, “maybe, but i don’t care. you’re worth it all.”

#bts #bts jungkook #bts x reader #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #bts smut

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cripple-punk-dad · 2 years ago

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I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN

I knew that the second I saw Hobie Brown get popular again (who is a great character 10/10 don't get me wrong) I'd also start seeing a ton of clowns start saying shit like "Taylor swift is punk actually" and "you don't have to listen to punk music to be punk" and "I love the punk aesthetic but hate the music"

THE CULMINATION OF THIS????

Someone asked me if my battle vest (which I've been working on for years atp) was part of a hobie brown cosplay.

Anyways here are some things about the punk subculture that y'all need to know:

-It is a MUSIC-BASED SUBCULTURE. If you aren't listening to punk music then buddy you ain't punk. Idc what band(s) you listen to but like. That's where the punk culture started man. Do some research.

-punk is secondarily about values. This is why you have Nazis in the punk community alongside hardcore anarchists. Since it's music first, and values second, there's a lot of different mindsets. Primarily it is about being anti-authority. That's what most punk music is about tbh but Nazis are just stupid and will do some fantastic mental gymnastics to make punk music fit their agenda. There's a song called "fuck off Nazi punks" for a reason

-you don't have to "look punk" to be punk.

-you can "look punk" but not be punk (we call these people posers)

Punk as a subculture has a long and rich history. A huge part of it (that often gets ignored) is from small pockets of black people in the UK that were rebelling against systemic racism. A lot of it (meaning the music) is based in revolution, disrespect of authority, and going against the mainstream. That's where a lot of the fashion comes from too. Handmade, shitty d.i.y stuff, stolen stuff, cheap stuff, all of these things are punk fashion because that goes against the mainstream ideal of consumerism and because the founding movements behind it were rooted in lower class struggles against the bourgeoisie. You don't see many genuine billionaire punks. We are not here to look pretty, we are here to smell bad and break shit. And listen to fucking sickass music

#punk #hobie brown #cpunk #punk culture

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captainmalewriter · 7 months ago

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This story is a part of Occam's writing prompt challenge. I highly recommend y'all check out #occam2000 to read the other amazing entries by the other talented writers!!

LATEST REPORT ON RECENTLY DISCOVERED METAMORPHOSIS GENE

Few things in this world are as beautifully intricate as human reproduction. However, it is not a perfect system. Any number of things could go wrong during the conception and/or birth of a human being, one of which includes genetic mutations. The chances of gene mutation are never zero. While modern-day doctors and scientists continue to fight the good fight of keeping harmful genetic disorders at bay, there is one particularly potent mutation a tiny percentage of the human population carries.

How long this mutation has existed within our gene pool is currently unknown. What is known is that although this malignant gene usually remains dormant within the human body, it can potentially rearrange an individual’s genetic composition and expression when active. Unfortunately, this information was only recently discovered after it had already wreaked havoc in [redacted]. The mutation has been dubbed the Metamorphosis (MM) gene. The MM gene is linked to the Y chromosome in humans. Fortunately, a male’s X chromosome usually functions as a suppressor, thereby keeping the malignant gene dormant in afflicted individuals. However, it is still possible for the MM gene to rekindle if certain conditions are met.

First, an afflicted male must lack the appropriate allele(s) for their X chromosome to properly function as a suppressor against the MM gene. Second, the individual’s body must be in a state of heightened activity due to intense physical exertion. Lastly, on a neurological level, the individual must experience high levels of dopamine, oxytocin, and norepinephrine (or, in simpler terms— love). Should all these conditions be met, the door opens for the MM gene to potentially awaken within the subject.

As you may have already surmised, statistical probability works in our favor against the MM gene. Unfortunately, however, there remains a chance, regardless of how slight, that the proper conditions will align for this chaotic mutation to awaken and wreak havoc on both the carrier male as well as any surrounding, non-carrier parties. This was the case with one individual in the town of [redacted].

Numerous questions about how the MM gene operates and spreads among non-carriers despite being classified as a genetic disorder inundate microbiologists with, unfortunately, little to no answers at the time of this report. Further research into the matter remains a high priority.

END REPORT

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It was supposed to be an ordinary day like any other when Geovanni R. Diaz stepped into the gym that afternoon. He drank his pre-workout in the front lobby while waiting for his friend/gym partner Evan Washington to arrive. The two men had met at the beginning of summer when they both started hitting the gym on the same day. They bonded over making fools of themselves as they misused several exercise machines. They became close friends and regular gym buddies since then.

Some 20 minutes had passed, and Evan was still nowhere in sight. Geo finished the last few sips of his pre-workout and decided to start without him. It was common for Evan to flake out, especially as of late. While Geo initially shared Evan's casual approach to the gym, he eventually decided he wasn’t satisfied with doing the bare minimum. He took on an intense 60-day workout regime to really challenge himself. Evan supported his friend’s endeavor, but the differences in their goals eventually showed themselves when Evan regularly skipped days while Geo kept at it. He didn’t take it personally; he had grown used to it, although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss having someone to joke around with between sets. Regardless, Geo claimed a chest fly machine, powered up his headphones, and then proceeded to get to work.

“Hey papi, mind if I work in with you?”

Geo heard a familiar voice behind him as he finished his warm-up set. He smiled as he turned and saw Evan leaning against the machine.

“Hey, handsome, I thought you weren’t coming today.” Geo stood up and embraced his close friend.

“Wasn’t planning on it if I’m being totally honest, but then I decided maybe I’ve been skipping too many days and forced myself out of bed to come here. Did you just start?”

“Yeah man! It’s chest and shoulder day today so I figured I’d start with my favorite machine,” Geo looked at Evan with a grin. “Care to join me?”

Evan only laughed in response. They both already knew the answer, but they enjoyed asking anyway as a joke. With that, they proceeded to go through Geo’s workout plan together. Naturally, Evan couldn’t keep up with Geo anymore and had to lower the weight after every set, but that didn’t stop them from enjoying their time together. By the end of the workout, they were both tired and sweaty in the locker room after hitting the weights hard.

“I have no idea how you manage to stay on track with this whole fitness challenge thing…” Evan huffed as he caught his breath. “I’d probably give up after the first day. You look good though! Your hard work is paying off and it really shows!”

“You think so?” Geo said as he wiped the sweat off his brow. “It’s hard to tell sometimes. I look in the mirror and I feel good, but then I stare at myself too long and I start worrying if I’m just lying to myself.”

“That’s just body dysmorphia talking, you look great!”

“Aw thank you Evan, you’re too kind.”

“Of course! Anytime you need reassurance, I’ll always be here.”

Evan flashed Geo a broad smile, and he smiled back. A few minutes passed before Evan started talking again.

“Hey, are you free tonight? I was thinking of making my world famous lasagna tonight, and I'd love to have you over for dinner.”

Geo stopped drying himself after he heard Evan say that. He turned slowly to Evan and saw him with a shy smile. The same smile formed on his face as he began to answer.

“I would love to have dinner with you, Evan. Of course I’ll come over tonight.”

Evan practically exploded with excitement. He ran to Geo for a hug, almost knocking him over due to the impact. Geo wrapped his arms around Evan and held him in a tight embrace. Their hugs always put Geo in a good mood. He was more than overjoyed to discover that Evan shared his feelings. He knew this hug would quickly become one of his top favorite memories. It was a tender moment between two men falling in love, which made it all the more noticeable when loud indigestion ended their sweet moment abruptly. Geo pulled away and held his stomach as he kneeled over in pain.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Evan asked.

“Ugh… I’m fine. I think I just need a bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Geo ran off while Evan stayed behind in the locker room. Evan finished packing up their things while he waited. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. Growing worried, Evan walked to the bathroom stalls to check on his beloved friend. He heard heavy, labored breathing coming from the only closed stall.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

Evan knocked on the stall door and found that it was unlocked. He pushed it open slightly. His jaw dropped to the floor when he found Geo naked and drenched in sweat on the tile floor. His eyes were clenched closed, and his face was distorted due to unbearable abdominal pain. Evan ran to his side.

“What’s going on!? What’s wrong?” Evan asked with apparent urgency in his voice. Geo could barely get words out as he was too busy hyperventilating.

“So… Hot…”

Evan held a hand against Geo’s forehead and almost immediately recoiled from how hot it was. Geo was running an extremely high fever, unlike anything he had ever seen! Evan’s eyes darted around the bathroom as he desperately sought solutions but couldn’t think of anything due to his panic. He was desperate. He knew he needed to act fast before—

“Ohhhh it hurts!!”

Geo’s sudden shriek stopped Evan’s negative line of thinking. At that moment, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Evan’s gaze shot back to Geo. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what was happening to his soon-to-be boyfriend. Unbeknownst to both of them, Geo was a carrier for the Metamorphosis gene, and all the right conditions were met for it to awaken. The gene was hard at work rearranging Geo’s DNA, and he began transforming right before their very eyes!

It began with his body hair. Like the other men from the paternal side of his family, Geo had never been able to grow much body hair, if any. However, he did have the genes needed for ample body hair, and thanks to the MM gene, it was finally able to express itself. Thick, black hair began sprouting out of his legs in spurts. With each hair follicle that grew in, Geo’s legs grew just a little bit thicker than before, causing Geo to moan obscenely loud as a result. The accelerated hair growth traveled up his legs and into his crotch area where his pubic hair grew in at an alarming rate until he had a jungle of bushy pubes covering his groin. His hairy balls hung lower than before after growing in size and his cock grew an inch thicker in width. Within a few minutes his entire lower half was transformed. His legs became as strong as tree trunks, and with a new, well-endowed package to boot— all covered in a thick layer of hair too!

The transformation wave continued to ripple throughout the rest of his body. Geo twisted and writhed on the floor as the rest of his body underwent rapid changes. A prominent happy trail formed on his lower abdomen, connecting his belly button and pubic region with a line of long, messy hair. His pecs grew more plump as hair ran up his ab line and onto the center of his chest where it spiraled outward until it formed little rings of hair around his nipples. His chest and abdominal areas were only covered with a slight dusting of body hair compared to his legs. The stubble on his face grew until a thick, connected beard replaced the short goatee Geo once sported.

His armpits were hit the hardest by the transformation. His pit hair grew and grew until it curled from its long length, leaving Geo with obscenely hairy underarms. Combined with the heavy sweat of an intense workout, Geo’s hairy pit smell began to fill the room. Evan recoiled from how unexpectedly strong Geo’s musky body odor had become, though he couldn’t resist helping himself to a couple of sniffs after he got a whiff of his powerful musk.

The MM gene had thoroughly scrambled Geo’s DNA sequences, leaving him as a completely unrecognizable, alternate version of himself!

“WHEW!! God I feel sooo much better now… Hey what’s wrong, babe? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“G… Geo? Is that you?” Evan stood in shock from disbelief. If he hadn’t witnessed it for himself, Evan would’ve never believed that the hairy, smelly jock lying in front of him, staring at him with a lustful smirk, was the same man he had just invited over for dinner.

“Of course it is, mi hermosito, who else would I be?” Geo winked as he threw his arms up, leaving his hairy underarms exposed. “By the way, I saw you sniffing the air earlier… How about you come and have a whiff right from the source?”

Evan chuckled nervously, but Geo wasn’t joking. His laughter died down as he realized just how dead-serious Geo was.

“No… You’re not seriously—”

“Oh but I am,” Geo interrupted. “Just a little taste won’t hurt anyone. Call it a preview for what’s to come later tonight.”

“But right here? In the public bathrooms?”

“Why not? It’s not like anyone else is around right now. We’ll just have to keep our voices down if someone comes in. So, what do you say? I know you want to…”

Geo got up from the ground and approached Evan. He stood close enough that his scent naturally filled Evan’s nose without him needing to sniff. Evan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his friend’s intoxicating musk left him in a state of deep arousal. Of course, Evan had some reservations about hooking up with Geo after he had just randomly transformed right in front of him, but between how close Geo’s pits already were to his face and the fact that it still seemed to be the same man he had come to know and love on the inside, Evan couldn’t bring himself to reject the offer. Before he could think about it properly, he was already leaning in without even realizing it.

Once Evan started, he couldn’t stop. He buried his face deep into Geo’s sweaty, rank underarms. Geo’s coarse black hair tickled Evan’s nostrils as he nuzzled against the crevices of his pits. Muffled groans filled with pleasure escaped Evan’s mouth as he indulged in the manly, sweaty scent, each sniff leaving him more satisfied than the last. Soon enough, both Geo and Evan grew rock hard from all the sensual physical touch. The tents in their gym shorts poked and rubbed against each other as they continued pressing their bodies together. For Geo, the thought of getting worshiped in a public place like a gym bathroom was the hottest thing ever while Evan was just happy he got to service a hairy, sweaty gym rat.

Evan briefly lifted his head out of Geo’s armpit for air. At that moment, Geo held his face and planted a firm kiss on his lips. Their tongues wrestled inside of Evan’s mouth as they locked lips. Once they had their fill of making out after a while, Geo began pushing Evan down onto his knees, to which Evan happily obliged. Geo’s cock stood at full mast, nearly poking one of Evan’s eyes out as he got into position. Evan was in awe as he held the heavy piece of uncut brown meat in his hands. He was drooling just from the sight of it! Not able to restrain himself anymore, Evan dove right in and guided the leaking tip into his mouth.

Arghh… Mmmmm…

Geo let out guttural moans as his friend went down on him. The sound of a man’s deep moans encouraged Evan to service him as best as he physically could. It was almost like he forgot he needed to breathe as he slurped Geo’s entire length up and down with his tongue until it hit the back of his throat. Geo squirmed and grunted obscenely loud as Evan wrapped his cock with his warm, moist mouth. He only lasted a few minutes until he couldn’t hold in his load anymore. Geo held Evan’s head down, his nose pressing against his unruly bush, and let out a loud groan from deep within his lungs as his load came rushing out. Evan whimpered with pleasure as he swallowed Geo’s heavy load, the salty taste of cum filling up his mouth. Once it was done, they both pulled away with a satisfied ahhh!

“Alright, get up. Your turn.”

Geo helped Evan up to his feet, then got down on his knees himself. Evan didn’t deny Geo’s advances, but he also didn’t help him get into position either. He had a blank expression as Geo proceeded to go down on him. Even as he swirled and sucked on his sensitive head, Evan didn’t react or say anything aside from an occasional soft moan. All he could focus on was a prominent cut on the inside of his cheek that he could feel with his tongue. Was that always there? Evan wasn’t sure, but regardless, it was already too late. The damage was done. He had contracted the MM gene from Geo.

Evan winced as he began to notice a pain growing in the pit of his stomach. It started as a slight ache, but it quickly became unbearable. Evan hunched over, letting a low groan as he held his hands against his side where it hurt the most. It felt like he was being stabbed from the inside out! The next thing he knew, his muscles rapidly stretched and constricted as the gene started rearranging his DNA.

Because Evan was a non-carrier and his immune system was not already accustomed to suppressing the malignant virus, the MM gene was able to activate without delay and transformed him much faster than Geo. He threw his head back and quietly moaned as the transformation happened. Geo was too busy giving him head to even notice. He just thought he was doing a good job.

The MM gene was hard at work bringing out Evan’s hidden genetic traits. Although he was only 12.5% Black from his mother’s side, that was more than enough for the virus to play around with. Various points around his skinny body began to inflate with muscle mass. His thin frame and scrawny chicken legs filled in with much-needed mass, giving him sturdy legs with sharp ab lines and impressive cannons for arms. His biceps swelled to the size of melons as his body flexed under the tension of rapid transformation. Evan himself was surprised with how heavy his new body was becoming.

His facial structure shifted and morphed. His nose widened while his jawline became stronger and sharper. A bushy goatee beard grew in where he once could only grow peach fuzz. The once wholly flat-chested Evan Washington now sported two massive slabs of meat resting on his torso. His pecs were firm, strong, and hung low from their own weight. Coupled with bright pink nips, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he now possessed a perfect chest. Although his pale skin tone stayed the same, the MM gene brought his Black features out to the forefront, giving the once undeniably White young man a more visibly biracial appearance by the end of his transformation.

While Evan underwent a total identity change, Geo kept blowing him all the while. Although he did notice a sudden change in Evan’s girth and overall size, the taste of a nice, sweaty cock kept him focused on the task at hand. Geo simply took a breath through his nose and opened his mouth up even wider to keep deepthroating him. Evan’s body was still sensitive from having undergone rapid growth, which only made the pleasure of having his dick sucked sloppily increase tenfold. The veins in his thighs and cock twitched and throbbed as he climaxed and pumped out his thick load straight down Geo’s throat. Geo swallowed, sighed with deep satisfaction, and got up from the ground.

“Mmm! You know, yours tastes kinda tangy!” Geo gathered and licked up the few stray drops dripping from Evan’s tip.

Meanwhile, Evan was trembling, struggling to breathe after all the physical stimulation. Only after Geo finished cleaning up the spunky mess did he realize that the Evan standing before him no longer looked like the Evan he once knew.

“What the— Who are you!! Where’d Evan go?” Geo yelled. Evan turned to look at him, and Geo saw his pupils dilating unnaturally rapidly. “Dude, what’s wrong with your eyes!?”

Evan said nothing in response. The MM gene fried his mind with a heavy concentration of hormones, leaving him in a state of severe brain fog. Evan stumbled forward to the nearby mirror. His cock was still semi-erect. The sight of his own dick was enough to make Evan drool as he admired and flexed his arm muscles. Geo tried calling his attention but to no avail. Evan was unresponsive to his shouts. He had one thing and one thing only on his horny mind.

“More…” Evan muttered.

“More what?” Geo replied. Evan snapped his line of sight back at Geo. His dazed eyes wandered to Geo’s exposed junk, then narrowed as they met his eyes. He let out a low growl as his eyes suddenly had an intense look that caused Geo to take a few steps back. It was the same look a hungry lion gave a gazelle out in the wild. Geo swallowed his breath. He became acutely aware of the situation he was in.

“Dick! I want more dick!!”

Evan puckered his lips and lunged towards Geo, though Geo managed to sidestep him in time.

“Get away from me! Look man, you might be hot as hell but I’m not interested! I’m a taken man!!”

Geo quickly gathered his discarded clothes and hightailed it out of the bathroom. Naturally, being in the hyper state that he was, Evan wasn’t going to give up until he got what he craved. He stumbled out of the bathroom stall ass naked, where he was about to run into the perfect target.

“Man! Today is just not my day,” a bodybuilder mumbled as he walked into the locker room. Dylan was a muscle gay, and he came to the gym solely to go cruising that day.

However, despite his efforts, he struck out. He was getting sexually frustrated, which made him incredibly willing to hook up with some random stranger in the bathroom.

Dylan was as equally surprised as he was impressed when Evan stepped out of the stall with his cock out. The smell of sweat and cum hit his nose, arousing him. Dylan loved what he saw and decided to make his move on the muscle-bound hunk.

“Hey there, stud! Need a hand there?” Dylan whistled at Evan, catching his attention.

Evan turned to him. He was still visibly sweaty and was breathing heavily. Dylan wasn’t sure what to make of him, but Evan didn’t give him a chance to reconsider.

Evan charged at him, planting his lips against his upon impact. Dylan was caught off guard but had no problem matching Evan’s energy. He kissed him back as their frisky hands began feeling up each other’s bodies. Although Dylan loved making out, Evan’s kissing style was quickly turning out to be way too rough for his tastes. Evan forced his tongue in, had an obscene amount of saliva, and even bit down on his bottom lip with enough force to draw blood.

“OWW! What the fuck man!?”

Dylan pushed Evan away and held his bleeding lip. He was glad that there wasn't a lot of blood, but was still rightfully pissed off. As ravenous as he was due to the MM gene, Evan was oblivious to what he had done. Instead, his attention shifted to another guy wearing only a towel near the showers. He ran off in that direction and left Dylan in the dust.

“Prick…”

With that, Dylan decided to just give up and get a quick workout in. He took out a rice bar and ate it as he returned to the main area. He did his stretches, picked up a couple of barbells, and claimed an open bench. But just as he was about to start his first set, a powerful hunger overcame him. He grabbed at his stomach and kneeled over in pain as the MM gene took effect.

All of Dylan’s hard-earned muscles melted away within a matter of minutes. He rapidly gained pounds upon pounds of body fat. What were once washboard abs complimented by chiseled biceps were replaced by flabby arms and a protruding, hairy gut. His pecs lost their firmness and began to sag as they became nothing but a pair of man boobs. All the while, the same overwhelming lust Evan had began growing within Dylan too.

A handful of nearby good samaritans came to Dylan’s aid after he collapsed. While they all tried to help Dylan, most stayed back after witnessing his sudden transformation firsthand. Nobody knew what was happening behind the scenes, leading to anxious rumors and worried whispers floating around the gym. While most people were too cautious to get near Dylan, one brave man decided to step forward and help Dylan. Unfortunately, as he tried to help Dylan get up to his feet, Dylan accidentally scratched him on the back. The young man recoiled and dropped Dylan to the ground as a result.

As other people began to help Dylan, the injured man stepped off to the side to tend to his wound. He felt unusually warm as he finished putting on a bandage. He didn’t think much of it and ignored it but soon found himself sweating bullets as he rejoined the group. It got to the point that he needed to take a seat to try to cool off, but it was no use. He soon joined Dylan on the floor, writhing in pain due to contracting the MM gene.

At this point, everyone in the gym had gathered around the two men. The crowd stood back as they bore witness to yet another transformation. They watched in bewilderment as the short man rapidly grew in height. He groaned and gasped in anguish as his limbs stretched out. His torso grew and widened until he had the body of a tall bear. He pawed at the growing tent in his sweats as he thrashed around the floor, massaging his manhood as hormones continued pumping throughout his body. Within minutes, the infected man had gone from a stout 5’4 to a big, burly 6’4.

Although the afflicted man already had a healthy spattering of trimmed body hair, the MM gene forced his hair to grow to what was genetically possible. His body hair grew out beyond what Geo experienced. From his chest and belly to his legs and arms, every hair follicle grew longer and thicker, leaving him a pelt of curly body hair. His facial hair, in particular, grew out the most. His mustache grew longer and longer until it practically covered his mouth! His beard became bushy and unruly with coarse black hair as it reached his chest. All the while, the hair on the top of his head fell out one by one until he had a shiny bald head. He became an unrecognizable version of himself thanks to the MM gene. Once his transformation was over, he sat up and let out a bellowing belch that echoed throughout the gym.

“Mrmph… Feels sooooo good…”

The crowd of witnesses backed away from the two transformed men. The two men turned to the crowd and smiled. A cold, ominous air filled the atmosphere. A few intuitive individuals saw the writing on the wall and left before shit hit the fan while the majority stayed behind, anxious and confused at what was going on. A few moments filled with tense silence passed, only for it to be broken when Evan came charging in from the men’s locker room and locked lips with the closest man. Almost as if on signal, Dylan and the burly bear joined Evan’s rampage and lashed out, too.

Pandemonium broke out as everyone made a mad dash for the exit. It was like a zombie attack as Evan and the other transformed men attacked every healthy man they could get their hands on. The unfortunate victims contracted the MM gene. Once infected, they, too, succumbed to genetic rearrangements. Some grew insanely muscular, and others became incredibly overweight. Hair was grown and lost; skin colors changed, and every physical feature rearranged until they were completely unrecognizable. All those transformed men wanted nothing more than to kiss, fuck, and spread their seed to as many people as possible until their hyped-up urges were satiated.

“Shit’s getting crazy out here…” Geo whispered to himself. He poked his head out of the locker room and saw the chaos he unwittingly caused. He wanted nothing to do with the madness and ran out of the gym as fast as he could, though the infected men paid him no attention as he was already one of them. Police were beginning to arrive on the scene as Geo drove away with only one thought: his dinner date with his best friend and crush, Evan.

Though unfortunately for him, the Evan he knew and loved was long gone. It would only be a matter of time before Geo forgot all about Evan, and his body gradually returned to its original state after the MM gene returned to a state of dormacy.

At least, until the next time Geo or some other carrier falls in love.

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PUBLIC STATEMENT ISSUED BY THE SHERIFF’S OFFICE

Good evening.

As you may have already heard, a horrific incident has occurred at one of our local gyms. Dozens of men went on a rampage. It took several hours and almost all of our manpower, but our police department has successfully arrested all of the sexually rabid men and have placed them in custody.

Security camera footage shows that all of these men were physically transformed before attacking. After an initial investigation, medical experts suspect that a rare genetic disorder called the Metamorphosis gene is responsible. Unfortunately, while there were no casualties, some of our own brave policemen were affected by the viral outbreak and were transformed themselves.

Two big questions remain tonight: how did a genetic disorder manage to spread like a virus, and how did these men contract this previously unheard of disorder? The arrested men were questioned about the events that led to this mass riot. None have been able to provide any concrete information. None of them seem to recognize their former identities, citing amnesia and severe migraines as the cause.

Patient 0 has yet to be found. An active investigation continues as research efforts for a potential cure to the Metamorphosis gene’s effects continue.

END OF STATEMENT

#occam2000 #male transformation #male tf #muscle tf #weight tf #hairy #hair growth #virus tf #permanent change #musk #pit tf #long fic #unintended consequences tf

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revelboo · 2 months ago

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Your Hound and Trailbreaker fics are making me smile so much! It’s always a delight to see them! I wonder if any of the humans on the Ark have tried to make a break for it? Only to get into trouble out in the wilderness and have to be rescued for real 😂

Hound and Teeb’s humans are making an escape attempt

Too Tired To Wink Pt 3

Trailbreaker x Reader

• Is he sleeping? Do giant, alien robot monsters sleep? His visor had gone dim about an hour or so ago, cheek on his outstretched arm and mouth hanging open. Looks asleep. Back pressed to the wall, you creep along it. Most of his bulk is sprawled out on the floor where he’d trapped you under his berth and trying to coax you out. Moving slowly past his servos, you’re afraid to even breathe in case you wake him up. No real plan aside from reaching the vent set into the wall that’s low enough to be accessible. The slots in it big enough to squeeze through. Hopefully.

• Vents clearing noisily at a soft rustling, his head lifts and for a moment he can’t figure out why he’s lying on the floor of his habsuite. Then he does remember when he hears you break into a run. Because you’re not under the berth anymore, you’re sprinting like your life depends on it and he lunges after you. “Wait!” You don’t even look back, throwing yourself at the grate covering a vent and wiggling through the slots as his spark constricts. Trying to hook his servos against the edges and pry the thing loose as he hears you running deeper inside. “That’s dangerous!” And he yanks the grate loose and lays flat to see inside, but you’re out of sight already.

• Running headlong, you round a bend and shriek when the floor just slopes sharply and you fall to go sliding. Coming to a stop when you hit something that falls on you and yelps at the bottom. Frantically clawing to get away, because you can’t see anything and someone kicks you in the gut. And when you hear the terrified swearing, you start laughing. “Great minds think alike,” you manage as you struggle to fend off your idiot coworker before they try to punch you in the face in their panic.

• Venting tiredly, he mass shifts and still has to bend low to fit through the gap. Wishes he knew the layout of the ventilation system or had time to pull it up, but you’re likely to get yourself hurt while he’s researching. And he’s always been more of an action over planning type. Wonders how well humans can see in the dark as he hears an echoing shriek. Not very well, he bets. Plating scraping the top of the vent, he makes his way forward in an awkward shuffle.

• Finding out your work bestie has been in the vents wandering aimlessly for hours according to their estimate isn’t exactly reassuring. It’s pitch inside, though occasionally there’s a tiny amount of light from a grate and they linger long enough to try and check if anyone is around. Because if they can get out of the vents and into whatever alien central is, they can try to find an open door and run outside. Hopefully. You know that’s a long shot as you trail after your buddy and stop short at a faint cry. Your friend turning to urgently wave you over, a finger pressed to their lips as you join them in peering through the slots. Realizing this vent is much higher up than yours had been and there’s a smaller blue and red alien. And a human. And they’re-oh. Clapping a hand over your mouth as the bot groans, hips pumping and his human begins urging him on. And you can’t breathe as you fight the urge to just start cackling and give yourself away. Because what the hell? At least with yours he’s too big to have nabbed you for that. Though that person seems to be having a hell of a time from the sound of it.

#transformers x reader #trailbreaker x reader #trailbreaker

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elryuse · 3 months ago

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My Toxic Ex

Yandere Seola X Male Reader

Tags : Cheating Seola, Toxic Seola, Regrets, Yandere, Obsessive, Forceful Sex, Hatred, Manipulation, Pregnancy?

Words : 3,4509 Words

This Is a Commission Work for My friend @Pizza_anon on Ko-fi. I hope you like it Buddy.

"Seola..what the fuck". Y/n yelled, as He saw a terrible sight. His girlfriend of 2 years, have been sleeping with guys all around campus, as she giggles and moaned. Y/n was heartbroken, Seeing how seola clearly enjoyed it.

Seola his once pure and caring Girlfriend, was changed. She was no longer the cheerful, happy, and loving girlfriend once more. She became toxic, cruel, manipulative. Sometimes Y/n wondered what went wrong, What did he do wrong. As her habits grew more and more destructive, Y/n finally has enough.

After a ton of Cheating that she has done, Y/n was finally tired. He's tired hearing all of this news from his friends that Seola is with another guy, Seola slept with some guy, etc. He's done. And so, He simply left. He moved into a new College, far from Seola. He slowly composed himself, Getting his mentality into a better state. As he finally made new friends, and left the ties from his previous life.

Y/n met a beautiful girl. Eunji, was her name. She was cute, smart, and most importantly, Caring. It has been years, since Y/n felt loved, wanted. And it clearly shows, as after a few months of dating her, Y/n was committed to become his boyfriend. Eunji smiled, as she hugged him under the Apple tree. However, as Y/n may thinks this story would end on a happy ending. It was from happy, nor sad. It would be devastating.

Seola, Who all this time was busy having fun with guys all over the campus found herself stuck in a limbo. A sudden news, Her porn videos and naked pics were leaked all over the internet, and most importantly on her university. This made her popularity crumble into dust. As people began mocking her, slut shaming her, and what's even worse, the friends that she thought was there for her, turned out to be the monster that leaked all of her vids and pics.

They all laugh, as they sneered at her, mocking her. Seola was broken. The guys who she slept with, didn't bother to care for her. Instead they feel more proud than ever, as they still kept those videos and pictures all inside their phones. Seola trembles, as day by day, Her friends would leave her, and in the end, the were none left.

Seola suddenly remembered about Y/n. The man who truly cared for her. The man who actually cared for her. She suddenly cried, as She started to remember all of those good times she had with him. She remembered the time where the two got into a small fight, and even though it was unnecessary his fault, Y/n still decided to be the one who apologize first, which made Seola really happy and proud.

She imagined, if she still go back to him. Will he accept her apology. Will he still get back with her, after all of this time, and after all of this suffering that she gave him. Seola was stucked, didn't know what to do, what to act. But she thinks again and again, and not wanting to regrets her decision, she finally started to do some research on Y/n.

And to her surprise and shock, Y/n looked different. He seems happy. His smile, that once was shown to her, now shines brightly on the digital screen, He shares the world about his new girlfriend, Eunji. The two seems perfect, they lack any negativity, far beyond what Y/n and Seola used to have. At that moment, Seola cried. She had lost. She had truly made the biggest mistake in her life.

As she caresses the phone screen once more, a devious plan suddenly showed up. She could still win him over. She could still be with him. And even though this plan would hurt her and him, She didn't care. She only wanted Y/n to be with her again. And so, Any plans good or bad, suddenly become the pinnacle of the system. Seola laughed, as She opened a small wrinkled picture from her jacket. A photo of Y/n and Her. She knew, This wasn't going to be easy. But she knows, that whatever the outcome is, She'll have him back.

As Y/n and Eunji get up from their tiring slumber, He could see that today was a good day. The Sun was shining brightly, the clouds doesn't look cloudy. The evening air was crisp, the kind that made you want to pull your jacket tighter around yourself. Y/n walked home from Eunji’s apartment, his mind still buzzing with the warmth of her laugh and the softness of her touch. He couldn’t believe how different life felt now—how free he was. No more walking on eggshells, no more wondering if Seola would blow up over something trivial. For the first time in years, he felt like he could breathe.

But as he turned the corner onto his quiet street, a familiar silhouette caught his eye. His heart skipped a beat. No. It can’t be.

Seola stood under the flickering streetlamp, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She looked... smaller somehow, less vibrant than the girl he remembered. Her once perfectly styled hair was slightly disheveled, and her makeup, though still striking, couldn’t hide the shadows under her eyes.

“Y/n,” she said softly, her voice trembling just enough to make him pause. “We need to talk.”

He clenched his jaw, stopping a few feet away from her. “Seola, I don’t think there’s anything left to say. We’re done.”

Her lips quivered, and for a moment, she looked like she might cry. But then, her expression hardened, and she took a step closer. “You think it’s that easy? You think you can just walk away from me and start over like nothing happened?”

“I didn’t walk away, Seola. You did. Every single time you chose someone else over me, you pushed me further away. And now... I’m done.”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You really believe that? That it was all my fault? Maybe if you had cared enough, if you had fought for me, things would’ve been different. But you didn’t. You just gave up.”

Y/n stared at her, incredulous. “Fought for you? Seola, you were sleeping with half the campus. What was I supposed to do? Beg you to stop?”

Her eyes burned with intensity, and she closed the distance between them in two quick strides. “You were supposed to fight for me!” she yelled, her voice cracking. “Because I needed you! I needed you to show me that I was worth something!”

The raw pain in her voice stopped him cold. For the first time, he saw past the bravado, the cruelty, the arrogance. All he saw was a girl who was broken, who had been hurting long before their relationship fell apart.

“Seola...” he started, his voice softening despite himself.

But she cut him off, placing a hand on his chest. “Don’t,” she whispered, her nails digging into his shirt. “Don’t pretend to care now. Not when you’ve already moved on. Not when you’re with her.”

He frowned, stepping back. “Eunji has nothing to do with this.”

“Doesn’t she?” Seola’s voice was low, dangerous. “You think I don’t know about her? How perfect she is? How kind and caring and loving? Tell me, Y/n, does she make you feel like I did? Does she make your heart race? Does she make you want her so badly it hurts?”

“Seola, stop—”

“No,” she hissed, grabbing the front of his jacket and pulling him close. “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. But you do owe me this. One last chance. One night. That’s all I’m asking.”

Her breath was hot against his skin, and despite everything, he felt his body respond. She was so close, too close, and the scent of her perfume—something sweet and floral—filled his senses. Memories flooded his mind: late nights tangled together, whispered promises, stolen kisses. But then, the darker memories followed: her cruel words, her betrayal, the way she always made him feel so small.

“I can’t,” he said firmly, trying to push her away. But she held on tighter, her fingers digging into his skin.

“Yes, you can,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “You miss me. I know you do. You miss the way I touched you, the way I made you feel. And deep down, you want me just as much as I want you.”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he hated how right she was. Even now, after everything, a part of him still longed for her. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Not after everything she’d put him through.

“Seola, this isn’t going to work,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m with Eunji now. I’m happy. Please, just let me go.”

For a moment, she was silent, her grip loosening slightly. Then, without warning, she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was desperate, hungry, full of years of pent-up longing and regret. Y/n froze, torn between pushing her away and giving in. Her tongue slid against his, coaxing his mouth open, and he felt himself responding despite his better judgment.

When she finally pulled away, she looked up at him with pleading eyes. “One night,” she whispered again. “That’s all I need. Let me remind you why we belonged together. And then... if you still want to leave, I’ll let you go. I promise.”

His chest heaved as he struggled to think clearly. This was wrong. So wrong. But the ache in his body told him otherwise. The way her hands roamed over his chest, the way her hips pressed against his... it was too much. And yet, not enough.

“Seola...” he breathed, barely able to form the words.

Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she leaned in close again. “Shh,” she whispered, tracing a finger along his jaw. “Just let me take care of you. Like I used to.”

Before he could protest, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands already working to unbuckle his belt. His mind screamed at him to stop her, to pull away, but his body betrayed him. He was hard, achingly so, and the sight of her looking up at him with those dark, possessive eyes only made it worse.

“Wait—” he started, but she silenced him with a sharp tug on his pants. They pooled around his ankles, leaving him exposed to the cool night air—and to her.

Seola didn’t waste any time. She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth with a practiced ease that made his knees buckle. Her tongue swirled around the tip, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him. He gripped her shoulders, unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer.

“God, Seola...” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a wicked grin. “Missed this, didn’t you?” she purred, before sinking down again, deeper this time. Her hands gripped his thighs, holding him in place as she worked him with relentless precision.

He was losing control, fast. The rational part of his brain screamed at him to stop, to end this before it went too far. But the rest of him was drowning in sensation, in the heat of her mouth and the way she moaned around him, as if she couldn’t get enough.

“Stop,” he managed to choke out, though his body betrayed him by thrusting forward. “Seola, we can’t...”

She pulled away again, panting slightly. “We can,” she insisted, standing up and pressing her body against his. “And we will. Because you’re mine, Y/n. You always have been.”

Her lips crashed against his again, silencing any protests. She guided his hands to her waist, encouraging him to touch her, to feel her. And despite everything, he couldn’t resist. His fingers found the hem of her skirt, sliding underneath to cup her ass. She moaned into his mouth, grinding against him.

“Take me upstairs,” she whispered, biting his lower lip. “Let me remind you what you’ve been missing.”

He hesitated, torn between the guilt of betraying Eunji and the undeniable pull of Seola’s body against his. But in the end, it wasn’t a choice. Not really. With a groan, he grabbed her hand and led her toward the building, his mind racing with what was about to happen.

As they stumbled into his apartment, Seola pushed him against the door, kissing him furiously. Her hands pulled at his shirt, while his fumbled with the zipper of her dress. Clothes fell to the floor in a haphazard pile, and soon they were both naked, pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desperate need.

She broke the kiss, stepping back slightly to admire him. “You’re still so beautiful,” she murmured, running a hand down his chest. “And you’re all mine.”

Then she turned around, bending over the couch and looking back at him over her shoulder. “Come on, Y/n,” she said, her voice dripping with temptation. “What are you waiting for?”

He hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, his hands gripping her hips. She gasped as he entered her, her nails digging into the cushions beneath her.

“That’s it,” she moaned, arching her back to meet his thrusts. “Just like that. Fuck me, Y/n. Make me yours again.”

The sound of her voice, the feel of her tight around him... it was too much. He lost himself in the rhythm, in the way she whimpered and begged for more. But even as he moved inside her, a nagging thought crept into his mind. This is wrong. This is...

“Harder,” she demanded, cutting off his thoughts. “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”

And so, he gave in, letting the heat of the moment consume him. But as he glanced down at her, at the way her body writhed beneath his, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a mistake. A delicious, intoxicating, irresistible mistake.

“Seola...” he murmured, his voice rough.

She looked back at him, her eyes glazed with lust. “What is it? Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

And he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not until...

The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting streaks of gold across the rumpled sheets. Y/n stirred, his body heavy with exhaustion, his mind foggy from the night before. He blinked slowly, trying to piece together what had happened. Seola. Her name echoed in his head like a warning bell. He turned his head, expecting to see her gone, as she often was after their reckless encounters back in university. But this time, she was still there, curled up beside him, her hair splayed across the pillow like ink spilled on paper.

She looked so peaceful—soft, even. It made his chest ache. He shouldn’t have let this happen. He had Eunji now. Sweet, kind Eunji, who deserved better than this. He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to steady his breathing. His heart pounded, not from desire but from guilt. The weight of it pressed down on him, suffocating.

“Morning,” Seola’s voice broke the silence, smooth and melodic, yet laced with something he couldn’t quite place. She stretched languidly, her bare skin catching the sunlight, and propped herself up on one elbow to look at him. Her lips curved into a sly smile. “You look awful. Rough night?”

Y/n didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Words felt trapped in his throat, tangled with regret and confusion. He wanted to get up, to leave, to pretend this never happened. But his body refused to move.

Seola sighed dramatically, sitting up fully, letting the sheet pool around her waist. She leaned closer, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. “You know,” she began, her tone casual, almost too casual, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

He tensed immediately, his instincts screaming that whatever she was about to say would only make things worse. “Don’t,” he said quickly, his voice hoarse. “Just… don’t.”

Her smile widened, and there was a glint in her eyes that made his stomach twist. “Oh, come on, Y/n. You’re going to want to hear this.” She paused, letting the tension build, savoring it. Then, softly, almost sweetly, she dropped the bomb. “I’m pregnant.”

The room seemed to tilt. Y/n stared at her, his mind struggling to process the words. Pregnant. The word hung in the air between them, heavy and unrelenting. He shook his head, disbelief coursing through him. “No. No, you’re lying.”

Seola laughed lightly, as if they were discussing the weather. “Why would I lie about something like this? It’s true. I found out last week.” She reached for his hand, placing it gently on her stomach. Her skin was warm beneath his palm, and for a moment, he felt frozen. “There’s a little piece of us growing right here. Isn’t that amazing?”

He jerked his hand away as if burned, scrambling to his feet. His chest heaved as he backed away from the bed, his mind racing. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not after everything. “You… you can’t be serious.”

Her expression shifted, her playful smirk fading into something sharper, more intense. “Dead serious,” she said, her voice low and steady. “And it’s yours. I haven’t been with anyone else since we…” She trailed off, letting the implication sink in. “You’re the father, Y/n.”

His knees threatened to buckle. He sank into a chair, his hands gripping the edge of the seat so tightly his knuckles turned white. Father. The word reverberated in his skull, each repetition louder than the last. He felt sick. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He had finally moved on, found someone who truly cared about him. And now… now this.

Seola watched him closely, her gaze calculating. She slid out of bed, standing naked before him without an ounce of shame. She knelt in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs, her touch both grounding and suffocating. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” she asked softly, her voice dripping with false innocence. “A family? A future together?”

He shook his head, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “No. Seola, no. That’s not… we’re not…”

She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “But we could be,” she whispered, leaning in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “Think about it, Y/n. You could have me all to yourself. No more fighting. No more games. Just… us.”

Her words were like a poison, seeping into his veins, clouding his thoughts. He wanted to push her away, to scream that this wasn’t what he wanted. But the way she looked at him—like he was the center of her world—made something inside him waver. For years, he had loved her. Or at least, he thought he had. And despite everything she had done, some small, stupid part of him still craved the warmth she once offered.

As if sensing his hesitation, Seola pressed further. She kissed him, soft and slow, her lips moving against his with practiced ease. He tried to resist, but his body betrayed him, responding instinctively. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with satisfaction. “See?” she murmured, trailing her fingers along his jaw. “You still want me. You always have.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. How could he deny it when his body screamed otherwise? When every fiber of his being seemed drawn to her, despite the chaos she brought?

Seola stood then, pulling him to his feet. Her hands slid up his chest, her touch deliberate, possessive. “Let me remind you,” she whispered, her voice a dangerous purr. “Let me show you why you belong to me.”

Before he could protest, she kissed him again, harder this time, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. His hands hesitated at his sides before giving in, gripping her hips as if clinging to life itself. She smiled against his mouth, triumphant. “That’s it,” she coaxed, guiding him back toward the bed. “Let go, Y/n. Just let go.”

He was falling, spiraling deeper into her web. And as she lowered him onto the mattress, her hands roaming greedily over his body, he knew he was lost. The guilt, the doubt, the fear—it all melted away under her touch.

For now, at least, she had won.

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illustrious-ia · 4 months ago

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CW: SAHSRAU. aka self-aware au.

i find it so funny about the duality of how two erudition emanators, dr primitive and THE herta would react after discovering that their universe was just only a game made by bunch of higher plane entities (a chinese multi-billion dollar company and its overworked employees).

while THE herta react like:

i knew it!! there's more out there than these boring aeons vs. mortals! she would attempt to pry open the system that holds together this so-called game and reach out to you, the player- as she doubts she could contact the entities responsible for creating the game. well! since she already got this far, would you mind telling her all about this snoozefest of a game she's been forced to live in? how does the combat system work? and how about that warp gacha thing? oh, you lost a lot? damn, that's rough buddy. (no need to feel offended, i lost 7 50/50s. edit: it's 10 now.)

she's a yapper. be grateful. it's a sign that you are indeed an interesting "person".

dr primitive probably like:

damn bro that's cool i guess. anyway do you want to volunteer yourself into degrading your humanity to its most primitive form in the name of knowledge? no? k.

since his universe already proven to be fictitious, might as well double down for a dramatic effect.

it all boils down to their field of research, herta is interested in how the universe and its laws work, especially the aeons, while the loser on the other side just really hates how modern humans are nowadays and determined to return them to their primordial form aka monke.

#𐔌 ✶ 𐦯 𓂃 𓂃 ✎ ֶֶָָ֢֢#sahsrau #self aware honkai star rail au #sahsrau herta #self aware au #sahsrau x reader #hsr x reader #self aware hsr #self aware herta #self aware x reader #herta #the herta #dr primitive #honkai star rail #hsr #does this really count as “x reader” ? i mean sure the herta part was quite obvious but the dr primitive one is kinda???#he just doesn't care abt u lmao #i am waiting for the 00:00 sorry if theres a grammar error or two

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bagmanunlucky · 29 days ago

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fic where kim develops shivers?

1. do we need this? 2. how badly do we need this? 3. i'm already writing it, please need this.

idea inspo from @zoetheduckling beautiful art: https://www.tumblr.com/bagmanunlucky/779845837859815424/zoetheduckling-my-liege-i-have-been-searching

i'm a writer & researcher, but it's my first fanfic for the characters running through my mind 24/7 since 2019. i flesh out the outline, themes, emotional arc, etc. constantly. focus is shivers, but also viewing skills through the lens of internal family systems (IFS) work. kim is so repressed, his parts need the help of a certain sorry cop to let his exiled parts surface and get in touch with his Self.

i have never been obsessed with something as much as de or kim kitsuragi. if you like a writing style that's been trying to emulate Kate Chopin, Rupi Kaur and Stephen King their whole life, stay tuned!

update for those interested:

i love all the people asking to be tagged when i eventually post it, but i fear i prematurely teased my fic because of how long my research and writing process is. i can't do wip because i don't write chronologically and also i don't wanna do wip cause that seems anxiety inducing. lol if anyone wants to be a fic writing accountability buddy please comment <3

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manda-kat · 4 months ago

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Okay I'm finally doing the rant!

Even if somebody deserves to die (which is not our judgement to make) or needs to die for the safety of others (which is also a difficult judgement to make and must be a last resort) their death is still a tragedy and should never be praised or cheered.

You can believe that somebody's death was a neccessary evil while still understanding that it was evil nontheless. I don't think it's acceptable how many people right now are cheering for others to die. The death of an evil person is just one more person who will never be able to better themself.

I'm just begging people to research things like the French Revolution where the need for justice was turned into a desire for violence and nothing more. I'm asking you to wonder where it ends. Every CEO can be replaced by one with better security. Every politician can be replaced by one with more extreme policies to keep you in line. Your neighbor who works at an insurance company can be replaced by the boss, but her kids will never see their mom again.

Isn't that serious? Isn't that a big deal? Or will your 'great revolution' be carried out without fail, only hurting those with power that truly deserve it? Once all the big bads are gone, who'll replace them? Just another one of their buddies. Unless you take complete control so you and YOUR buddies get to make the unethical decisions! I mean, you've already killed several people to get here, might as well keep killing anyone who threatens your power! Oh- but you'd never do that. You're one of the good people! You've proven your goodness by salivating over the idea of waving a politician's head on a stick! Good people never look for peaceful solutions!

Empathy is just... gone it seems. People who disapprove of violence or question the helpfullness of this 'street justice' aren't thoughtfully debated, they're called 'bootlickers' and 'facists' and told to kill themselves.

You can believe that a system is corrupt and needs reworking without murder being your first choice! Murder should be the last choice! Maybe if you care about a system being changed you should research the system and attack it in ways that won't get people killed.

Stop cheering for murder!

(Oh, and don't bother ranting at me in the comments. I wrote the rant for you to save you the time:)

"Well as an [insert oppressed group here] what you're saying is actually really harmful due to the damage that these bad people cause the world. You don't understand the painful lives people live that make killing other human beings morally justifiable. I'm going to argue that killing people is okay, even though your original argument is towards the mindset of cheering evil acts like murder and thinking of oneself as a hero who can never make evil decisions rather than towards the neccessity of said evil actions. Some people laugh about murder to cope, you abelist! And you're also a hypocrite because you're totally okay with gay disabled people being murdered despite never saying anything that would imply being okay with that! I will continue to project my own beliefs onto you, turning you into a villain until I am pleased with the thought of your violent death! There is nothing wrong with me and I don't need to work through these issues rather than spread them online! I don't know you, but I hate you! Kill yourself, you facist!"

Seriously I could not care less what you comment. If your argument is that murder is good and people should be killed without trial and that I am somehow a bad person for questioning the morals of your belief, then... your opinion kind of means nothing to me..

#long post

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slaaverin · 1 month ago

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Reading this brilliant post made me go through various emotions.

I'm not sure that I can articulate this well,

Jikook have been through so much together. SO MUCH. A decade of nerve-wracking experience, ups and downs, beauty and joy but also struggle. They've seen the best and worst of each other. They know each other on a level we can barely fathom.

And it got double downed by this military experience.

Some might say it's nothing compared to what their relationship endured before.

But I beg to differ.

Reading these stories and snippets of experience, it really puts things even more in perspective.

I'm sure jikook did their research about the buddy system and were aware of such things beforehand.

And yet, they said they weren't worried. They say they didn't think they would fight. Even if they were put in the worst unit. Even with all the hardships that were awaiting them.

They trust their relationship so much, they were confident their bond would come through the other side of this. They knew they wouldn't grow apart, first because of the band, they technically can't. But in their mind it wasn't even a possibility. There was no risk.

That's how certain they are of their bond.

But as stated by some of these soldiers, this enlistment, it is no small feat.

They still have to go through the hardship and the ups and downs. They still have to endure. And they are doing it.

They keep reinforcing how intertwined they are, by weverse messages and stories and shared wreaths.

From the looks of it they will come through and end up even stronger than before.

And it makes me shed rivers of tears because it is exceptional. It's jaw-dropping, astonishing, and so damn beautiful.

We live in a world when sometimes relationships are so fleeting and weak, so changable and painful and complicated, love in all of its shape isn't easy these days.

It should be, of course it should. But that's not most people's experience.

But then there is jikook and their bond. It is so incredibly rare that I can barely believe it.

(And we wonder why most people don't believe it...can we really blame them...)

Can jikook really come to the other side stronger? Can their relationship grow even more? Can their love deepen even with these hardships?

I think it will. I think it will.

And I don't even have words to say how incredible this is. There aren't enough superlatives in our vocabulary.

This only deserves our endless praises, celebration, love. It deserves to be cherished and shined upon because DAMN were you aware that this existed???? Not in a fantasy ideal world of how things should be, but in a tangible, real people with complex emotions way?

I'm in disbelief. I'm in disbelief for real.

This is...

This is what true love looks like. This is it. It's true love. It's unconditional love.

It's everything anyone could wish for.

I have only immense joy that jikook share that. Oh, how grateful we can be.

Don't mind me while I have emotional breakdowns the next few months. Let's brace ourselves. My heart isn't ready. I'm barely keeping it together now.

How boring must it be to have a life without jikook in it. People are truly missing out.

I'm gonna go make my edit and cry even more while doing it now

GOODBYE

Edit:

Great addition by @atlas-of-the-sea I totally agree 👏

One thing I loved and I guess I took a different approach based on the subtitles is that when they said that they weren't worried about fighting because they will support each other more than anything. I took that as it doesn't matter if we fight. (Not as if they won't fight) We'll be fine if we do, we have fought before and we got through it. It speaks on how deep their bond is, not matter what anyone classifies it as. They have shared a life together for so long, especially living together for more than 10 years. A bond like that can't be compared to that of friends that have known eachother since middle school for example. When you live with someone, you see more of their true colors than when you just share common hours of days with them as friends. And it's not because they have lived together that will make them better at resolving issues. It's the fact that they have very likely argued enough in their lives, that they have the mental capacity, maturity and understanding of eachother boundaries and ways of handling the situation. With a bond like that, you learn how to handle fights if you do love and respect eachother. Those are the only type of bond that last for life.

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook

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huxhsz · 12 days ago

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— weightless paradise

transmigrated non-mc!reader x caleb

prev ch: 22 - home┆series masterlist ┆next ch: 24 - graduation

This isn’t how the game was supposed to go. You're not supposed to be here. You're an anomaly. But if you’re already here, then… can’t you just enjoy it for now? Just for a little while? Before the main story begins? Before everything inevitably falls into place? ...Right?

cross-posted on ao3! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

CH. 023 — FIELD TRIP

The morning air is crisp, tinged with the distant scent of the ocean as students gather in front of the academy gates. A row of buses waits along the curb, engines humming softly. Excited chatter fills the space, the kind of buzz that comes with the promise of a day outside the classroom.

You’re barely paying attention to the announcements—something about sticking with your assigned group and checking in at every stop. The real chaos starts when the teachers mention the buddy system.

And immediately, every single girl in your class turns to Caleb.

You don’t blame them.

Standing there, Caleb looks like a scene straight out of a drama, hands shoved in the pockets of his academy jacket, dark brown hair catching the morning light just right, eyes sharp and amused. The moment the words "Pick a buddy" leave the teacher’s mouth, it’s over.

“Caleb, let’s pair up!”

“I was gonna ask him first!”

“Caleb, we work well together, right?”

“Oh my god, please let me be your partner just this once—”

Caleb looks mildly alarmed, like he’s seriously considering using his gravity Evol to yeet himself out of the situation.

And you? You’re just watching this unfold, trying not to laugh.

He notices. His gaze flickers to you immediately, past the sea of hopeful eyes, locking onto yours. As if you were the only choice all along.

And then, he speaks.

“I'm already partners with her.”

He points to you. You blink. “We are?”

Caleb tilts his head, completely unbothered. “Yeah.”

That’s news to you.

Because, honestly? You hadn’t even thought about asking him. You figured you’d pair up with Mira or Rina—maybe Andre if there was no other option... Though last time that happened, Caleb nearly threw hands, so. Probably not him.

The girls are stunned.

“Oh,” one of them says, forcing a smile. “Of course. You two are close, right?”

Another girl leans in, too enthusiastic. “You know, I always thought you were so cool.”

What.

“I love your jacket! Where did you get it?”

“…My closet?”

“Anyway, we should totally hang out after this!”

What is happening.

You glance at Caleb, who looks completely at ease, like this was all part of the plan. There’s a barely hidden smirk at the edge of his lips, like he’s enjoying this way too much.

“You look way too pleased with yourself,” you mutter.

“Should I not be?” Caleb says, shrugging. “You weren’t gonna ask me.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to.”

“Would you have?”

“…That’s not the point.”

Caleb just grins. Golden and warm, like the sun itself.

The group starts moving toward the skybuses, and you feel someone hesitantly pat your shoulder. You turn to see one of the girls—Tessa, maybe?—smiling a little too hard.

“You know, you’re really lucky,” she says sweetly.

You stare at her, then at Caleb, who is clearly eavesdropping.

He nudges your arm. “You should tell her the feeling’s mutual.”

You smack him lightly. “Shut up.”

He just laughs, falling into step beside you, as easy as breathing. Like there was never any other option.

And for the rest of the trip, despite the looks, despite the murmurs—Caleb doesn’t budge. He stays close, walks with you, bickers with you like usual.

Like always.

Like home.

The marine research center is way cooler than expected. The air smells like salt and metal, and the massive glass tunnels make you feel like you’re walking underwater. Schools of fish swirl overhead, shifting like moving paintings as the group moves through the exhibit halls.

You're admiring a tank filled with glowing jellyfish when Caleb leans in slightly, voice low and amused.

“They’re staring at you.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“The fish,” he says, clearly entertained. “They’re all swimming towards you.”

You glance back at the nearest tank—and sure enough, every single fish inside is pressed against the glass in your direction.

“…That’s kinda weird,” Mira says, tilting her head.

“It’s like you’re a fish whisperer,” Rina jokes, nudging you.

Caleb, standing way too close now, just grins. “Maybe they just like you.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Did you do something?”

“To the fish?” He raises a brow, clearly holding back a laugh. “How? You think I secretly have a second Evol that lets me command marine life?”

“That’d be cooler than gravity.”

“Ouch,” Caleb says, hand over his chest like you’ve personally wounded him. “That’s a bold statement for someone who benefits from me not letting them fall on their face all the time.”

“I do not—”

“Hey, try moving to another tank,” Rina suggests, barely containing her laughter.

Mira nods. “Yeah, let’s see if it happens again.”

You sigh but step over to a different display, this time a massive tank filled with bright, tropical fish. For a moment, they swim as usual.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force—

They all start flocking to you.

“What the—”

Mira snorts. “Okay, that’s kinda freaky.”

“They’re obsessed,” Rina says, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” Caleb says, way too smug. “Can’t blame them.”

You elbow him lightly. “Shut up.”

“You’re basically a fish celebrity,” Rina laughs.

The other students are starting to notice now. Even the teacher glances over, confused. Some of the girls who had been a little too friendly to you earlier immediately jump in.

“Wow, you must have a calming aura,” one of them says.

“That’s so cool! Can you do it again?”

You exchange a look with Caleb, who is clearly enjoying this.

“So,” he murmurs, just for you to hear. “You gonna embrace your new fish queen status?”

“Or,” you say, deadpan, “I can leave you in the deep-sea section.”

Caleb grins. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t just drag you down with me.”

You glare at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. Not when he’s standing there, all easy warmth and laughter, like sunlight reflecting off water.

The fish, apparently, still haven’t left you alone.

And neither has Caleb.

The class break is at a small outdoor seating area overlooking the ocean. The salty breeze ruffles your hair as you sip on a cold drink, trying to ignore the fact that Caleb is still laughing about the fish incident.

“You’re never letting this go, are you?” you say, eyeing him as he leans back on the bench, completely at ease.

“Not a chance,” he replies, lazily taking a sip of his drink. “I mean, I always knew people were drawn to you, but I didn’t think it extended to marine life too.”

Rina, sitting across from you, snickers. “Honestly? I think I believe in soulmates now.”

Mira nods solemnly. “Somewhere out there, your true love is probably a merperson.”

You groan. “You guys are insufferable.”

“You love us,” Rina sings.

“I tolerate you,” you correct, biting into a snack.

The other students are scattered around, some by the vending machines, others lounging on benches in the sun. A few of the girls who had been circling Caleb earlier are still hovering nearby, but they seem to have redirected their attention to you now.

“You’re amazing with animals,” one of them says, smiling. “That was so cool back in the aquarium.”

“Yeah! Do you volunteer at a marine center or something?”

Before you can answer, Caleb casually throws an arm over the back of your seat, his fingers lightly brushing your shoulder. He doesn’t even look at the girls—just takes another sip of his drink, looking ridiculously smug.

You can feel them trying so hard to be subtle about their reactions.

Mira is struggling not to laugh.

You elbow Caleb. Hard.

“Why,” you hiss under your breath, “are you like this?”

He shrugs, like he’s completely innocent. “What? I’m just sitting here.”

“You’re being insufferable.”

“That’s a strong accusation,” he says, tilting his head toward you. Too close. Too warm. Too Caleb.

You narrow your eyes. “I could spill my drink on you right now.”

“You could,” he agrees, still grinning, “but you won’t.”

“…I hate you.”

“Liar.”

Mira finally loses it and bursts out laughing. “Oh my god, you guys are ridiculous.”

Rina smirks. “They really are.”

The girls hovering nearby exchange glances, like they’re recalculating their entire approach. The shift is instant—one moment, they were trying to impress Caleb, and now?

Now they’re buttering you up.

“You and Caleb must be really close,” one of them says sweetly.

Mira chokes on her drink.

“Oh, for sure,” Rina says, grinning. “They’re practically glued together.”

You shoot her a look. “You are not helping.”

Caleb just hums, obnoxiously pleased.

“Hey,” he says, nudging your foot under the table. “You done eating?”

“Why?” you ask suspiciously.

“Because I want to show you something.”

Rina wiggles her eyebrows. “Ooooh.”

“Shut up,” you say immediately.

Caleb laughs, standing up and stretching. “C’mon.”

You sigh but get up, ignoring the very interested looks from the other students.

Whatever. It’s just Caleb.

Caleb stares into the water, expression caught between confusion and betrayal, as yet another school of fish swims toward you—and very purposefully away from him.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters, crossing his arms. “Why do they like you and not me?”

You tilt your head, watching as a few curious fish circle near your hand in the water. “Maybe I’m loved by the sea god,” you say, smirking.

It’s an inside joke, one that makes you snicker to yourself. After all, one of the love interests in the game was literally a sea god.

Caleb, of course, misses the context entirely.

“Maybe they just know something we don’t,” you add, biting your lip to keep from grinning too obviously.

Caleb turns to you, utterly betrayed.

“I feed you. I take care of you. I have literally saved your life.” He gestures wildly at the empty water. “And I get shunned by fish?”

You lose it. Laughter bubbles up before you can stop it, and you press a hand over your mouth, shaking. “Caleb, please, you sound so offended—”

“I am offended.” He glares at the water. “What did I ever do to the fish?”

Mira, watching from the side, is wheezing. “Dude, they are avoiding you like you personally wronged their ancestors.”

“I didn’t!” Caleb exclaims. “I don’t even eat fish that often!”

“You do eat a lot of seafood, though,” you point out. “Maybe they can tell.”

Caleb looks at you like you’ve just betrayed him all over again. “Don’t take their side.”

“I mean…” You glance at the fish, still lazily swimming near you but darting away anytime Caleb shifts even a little. “…They kinda have a point.”

Caleb groans dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable.”

You reach out, lightly flicking water toward him with your fingers. “Maybe if you weren’t so threatening—”

He doesn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he flicks water right back at you.

You yelp, scrambling backward. “Hey—!”

“Oh, now you care?” Caleb smirks. “Thought you were blessed by the sea god.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” he says, grinning.

The fish, meanwhile, continue their silent, passive-aggressive protest against Caleb’s entire existence.

The bus is already moving by the time you and Caleb find your seats near the back. The ocean air still clings to your clothes, warm and salty, and the faint hum of conversation fills the space as students settle in for the ride back.

You stretch your arms over your head, sighing. “I’m exhausted.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow. “All you did was feed fish and laugh at my suffering.”

You grin. “Emotional labor is tiring.”

He scoffs, leaning back against the seat. “Right. Meanwhile, I was out there, being rejected by literal sea creatures. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?”

“Oh, I do.” You nudge his leg with your foot. “I witnessed it firsthand. Gotta say, it was a spiritual experience.”

Caleb narrows his eyes. “You know, I could’ve picked literally anyone as my field trip partner.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, unconcerned. “And yet, here we are.”

He doesn’t have a response for that.

The bus jerks slightly as it takes a turn, and you lean against the window, watching the sky darken. The day had been fun—unexpectedly fun, even. You weren’t really the type to look forward to school trips, but something about today had felt… easy. The sun, the water, the weightless feeling of laughing too hard at Caleb’s frustration.

You glance at him. He’s looking out the window, the soft glow of passing streetlights catching in his eyes. The usual sharpness in his expression has faded, replaced by something lighter.

It suits him.

“Did you have fun?” you ask.

He blinks, turning to you. “Huh?”

“Today,” you say, tilting your head. “Did you have fun?”

Caleb exhales, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. “I guess I did.”

“You guess?”

“Okay, fine. I did,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Even though I was personally victimized by marine life.”

You laugh. “That was just a bonus.”

He shakes his head, but there’s no real annoyance in it. The bus falls into a comfortable rhythm—the low murmur of voices, the occasional rustle of bags shifting, the distant sound of music playing from someone’s headphones.

You blink slowly, your body finally registering just how tired you are. The warmth of the bus, the gentle motion, the sheer comfort of it all makes your eyelids feel heavier.

You don’t even realize you’re falling asleep until you hear Caleb’s voice from somewhere further away.

—

You slump against him before he even realizes you’re asleep.

Caleb glances down, half-expecting you to start laughing, because surely you did this on purpose just to mess with him.

But no. Your breathing is slow, steady. Completely relaxed.

You’re actually asleep.

He should move you. Nudge you awake, shift you off his shoulder, something.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he exhales, turning his head toward the window. Outside, the sky is fading into deep blue, the city lights flickering to life in the distance. He watches them in silence, his body strangely still—as if any movement might wake you up.

It’s not like he hasn’t noticed the way you affect him. The way things feel easier when you’re around. Lighter, somehow.

It’s stupid.

But he doesn’t mind the weight of your head resting against him.

Doesn’t mind the way your hand brushed against his earlier when you both reached for the same railing.

Doesn’t mind—

A snicker breaks through his thoughts.

Mira and Rina are giggling from a few seats ahead, both of them very clearly watching this unfold.

Caleb glares.

They immediately pretend to look away, whispering behind their hands.

He huffs. Great. Now he’ll never hear the end of it.

His eyes flicker back to you.

You shift slightly, brow furrowing, like you’re about to wake up.

Before he can think twice, he reaches up and tugs the hood of your jacket over your face.

You mumble something incoherent and settle again, completely unaware.

Caleb leans back, satisfied.

Let them talk.

For now, he’ll let you sleep.

The bus rumbles to a stop in front of the school, and the sudden absence of motion jolts Caleb from his thoughts.

He glances down.

You're still completely out.

The rest of the students are already standing, stretching, grabbing their bags, chatting about the trip as they shuffle toward the exit.

Meanwhile, you're still leaning against him, arms loosely crossed, head tucked against his shoulder like you’ve got all the time in the world.

Caleb sighs.

He should wake you up normally—nudge your shoulder, call your name, whatever.

He should.

But…

A slow smirk tugs at his lips.

He raises a hand, fingers flexing as a subtle pull tugs at the space around you.

Gravity shifts.

You barely stir as the weight beneath you lightens, your body lifting just slightly—not enough to wake you, but just enough for you to start floating.

Still slumped against him, still half-asleep—just weightless.

He watches, amused, as your brow furrows slightly, like some distant part of you knows something’s off but can’t quite wake up enough to figure out what.

Caleb leans in slightly, voice low and teasing.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

You mumble something incoherent.

He snickers, letting the gravity return to normal just enough for you to feel the shift—your body dropping the tiniest bit back into place.

Your eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep. “…Huh?”

Caleb tilts his head. “Are you even awake?”

“…Mmm.” You squint at him, still visibly not fully conscious.

Caleb huffs a laugh. “Come on. Bus ride’s over.”

You groan softly, rubbing your eyes, clearly not ready to function. Your head drops back against his shoulder, your words muffled. “Five more minutes.”

Caleb raises a brow. “You’re not in bed. You’re on a bus.”

“Mmm.”

He could wait. Could let you wake up on your own.

But where’s the fun in that?

Instead, he shifts just enough to scoop you up, one arm under your legs, the other supporting your back.

Your sleepy mumbling immediately turns to mild alarm. “—What—”

He steps into the aisle, carrying you effortlessly. “Too late. You missed your chance.”

There’s a beat of silence as you blink at him, the fog of sleep clearing just enough for you to register what’s happening.

“…Put me down.”

“No.”

“Put me down.”

Caleb grins. “I could.”

You stare at him, unimpressed. “Caleb.”

“You’re tired,” he says, completely unapologetic. “I’m helping.”

“You’re not helping. You’re showing off.”

“…A little bit.”

You groan, covering your face with your hands. “I hate you.”

He chuckles, carrying you down the bus steps with absolute ease. “No, you don’t.”

A few students still outside stare. Some whisper. Others—Mira, Rina, and Andre among them—outright laugh.

You peek through your fingers, mortified. “This is so embarrassing.”

Caleb just smirks. “Nah. This is fun.”

And, despite everything—despite your grumbling, despite the fact that you’re definitely going to yell at him later—he’s right.

By the time you’re back at school, you feel like a half-functioning husk of a person.

Your limbs are heavy, your eyelids droop, and if anyone asked you a simple math question right now, you might actually cry.

Mira and Rina are still talking about the trip, excitedly discussing the fish encounter and how unfair it was that they all gravitated toward you instead of Caleb.

(Which you’re still laughing about. Caleb, shunned by sea life? Legendary. You’re never letting him live that down.)

Caleb, for his part, walks beside you, looking a lot less drained than you. Maybe he’s tired too, but he’s definitely handling it better.

“Long day, huh?” he says, throwing you a side glance.

You let out a low, suffering groan. “I am running on zero energy right now.”

“You did fall asleep on the bus.”

“And I woke up to you carrying me.” You shoot him a tired glare. “Still not over that, by the way.”

“Would you rather I let you keep sleeping on my shoulder?” He tilts his head, smirking. “Because, honestly, I wasn’t complaining.”

Your face heats up, but you’re too exhausted to properly react.

“…Shut up.”

Caleb just grins.

The final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. You both grab your stuff from your lockers, and the moment you step outside, the fresh air makes you want to curl up on the pavement and nap right then and there.

“Hey,” Caleb nudges your arm. “You good?”

You just stare at him.

“Does it look like I’m good?”

He studies you for a moment, then exhales through his nose, amused. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

Walking home feels like a test of endurance. Each step takes so much effort, and you’re pretty sure your body is on strike.

Caleb keeps pace beside you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Occasionally, he glances at you like he’s debating something.

You don’t even notice when gravity lightens around you, making your steps a little easier.

At first, you think you’re imagining it.

Then, you narrow your eyes at him. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

You gesture vaguely at yourself. “I know when you’re using your weird gravity tricks.”

He shrugs, looking completely unbothered. “You’re tired. I’m helping.”

“Caleb.”

“Just a little boost.” He shoots you a lopsided grin. “Unless you’d rather I carry you again?”

You shove his arm weakly. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckles but doesn’t argue, though the lightness doesn’t fade.

And honestly?

You’re too exhausted to fight him on it.

The moment you step through the door, Eden is right there, perched on the couch like she’s been waiting.

Her eyes narrow the second she sees your state—hair slightly disheveled, face exhausted, and moving like you just survived a war.

“…What happened to you?”

You groan dramatically and collapse onto the couch beside her. “Field trip.”

Eden raises an eyebrow. “And that was enough to defeat you?”

“You weren’t there,” you mumble, face buried in a pillow. “You don’t understand.”

Caleb walks in behind you, completely fine, because of course he is.

Eden glances between you both, then points at Caleb. “Okay, so if it was that bad, why is he still standing?”

You lift your head just enough to glare at him. “Because he’s a freak of nature.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Says the person fish literally worship.”

Eden blinks. “What?”

You sigh, rolling onto your back. “So. We went to the aquarium…”

And then you explain everything—the buddy system fiasco, the way Caleb got swarmed by admirers while you stood there laughing, the fish choosing you over him, and how you’re now convinced you’re favored by the sea god.

Eden listens, eyes widening in pure delight as the story unfolds.

“…Wait.” She presses a hand to her mouth, barely containing her laughter. “So you’re telling me—”

“Yes.” You nod solemnly. “Caleb got rejected by fish.”

Eden loses it.

She doubles over, laughing so hard she nearly falls off the couch. Caleb groans, running a hand down his face like he’s reliving the betrayal.

“I don’t get it,” he mutters. “I didn’t even do anything!”

“Maybe they just know something we don’t,” you say, fighting back a grin.

Caleb turns to you, looking utterly betrayed. “You...!”

Eden wipes tears from her eyes, still laughing. “This is the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

Caleb sighs, throwing himself onto the couch. “I’m never going on a field trip again.”

Eden grins. “Yeah, you are. Because next time?” She nudges your arm. “I’m coming too.”

You smile sleepily. “Better hope the fish don’t pick you over him too.”

Caleb groans again.

The night is quiet, but the silence in the house feels heavier than usual. The bus ride back from the field trip left you completely drained, but after taking a long nap, sleep is proving elusive now that the rest of the house is quiet. You sit up in bed, the low hum of the air conditioner mixing with the faint sounds of laughter from Caleb in the living room.

Graduation is approaching, and you’re starting to feel the weight of it all. Salutatorian. You’re the top of your class, and in just a few weeks, you’ll be walking across that stage. The thought should make you proud, but instead, it’s just another milestone on a list of things you never thought you’d get to experience.

You hear the soft scrape of a chair from the living room as Caleb starts to work on his speech—you can feel the tension radiating off him. He’s been distracted these days, his usual confident demeanor slipping every now and then. Being valedictorian is no small thing for him either. It’s not just the speech; it’s the pressure of living up to something he never asked for.

Sighing, you slide out of bed and head for the living room.

The light from the kitchen casts a soft glow as you approach. Caleb’s hunched over the table, scribbling on a piece of paper, the edges of his hair falling messily around his face. His concentration is intense, but there’s something in his posture that tells you he’s still not fully here. He’s in a place between school and whatever’s coming next, the future that neither of you can quite imagine yet.

“Hey,” you call softly, leaning against the doorframe.

Caleb looks up from his paper, eyes half-lidded. “Hey, you okay?”

You shrug. “Can’t sleep. Nap from the field trip was too long, I guess.”

He doesn’t respond right away, just glances back at his speech. His eyes flicker over the paper, then meet yours.

“Wanna write our speeches together?” you offer with a small smile. “It’s kinda weird writing them alone, right?”

Caleb hesitates for a moment, but then the corner of his mouth twitches. “I guess we could. You’re the salutatorian, so your speech is probably gonna be better than mine anyway.”

You roll your eyes, walking over and sitting next to him at the table. “Let’s just see how it goes. You’re the valedictorian; you have more pressure than I do.”

He groans, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, it’s not just about the speech. It’s the whole thing, you know? Graduating. It’s…” He stops, looking for the right word. “Big.”

You can’t help but laugh quietly at that. “Yeah. I mean, I never thought I’d get here, to be honest. But here we are.”

Caleb nods, his voice lowering a little. “I don’t really know what comes next.”

You don’t answer right away, but the truth hangs in the air between you. None of you do. The future is still a blur, even if graduation seems like the beginning of something solid.

“Maybe that’s okay,” you say, breaking the silence. “We don’t have to figure it out all at once.”

He looks at you, his eyes softening slightly. “Maybe.”

The two of you sit together for a while, just quietly scribbling on your papers. You start with your opening lines, a little nervous about how to put everything into words, but as you write, it feels less daunting. Caleb’s speech is a little more pointed, his words more concise, while yours feels a little more personal, drawing on everything you’ve learned over the years. There’s a balance to it, like the way you’ve always complemented each other.

You’re lost in the rhythm of it when a soft knock on the doorframe makes you both look up.

Eden stands there, arms crossed, peering at both of you with curiosity. “What’s going on in here? I thought you two were gonna fall asleep after the trip.”

You glance at Caleb, who sighs dramatically, and then back at Eden. “Can’t sleep. Writing speeches.”

“Speeches?” Eden’s eyebrows raise. “Are you guys that serious about it already? Graduation isn’t until next, next year for me.”

Caleb looks at her with a soft smirk. “You’ll be there before you know it, don’t worry.”

Eden rolls her eyes and walks into the room, plopping herself down on the couch. “I swear, it feels like you two are already living in the future. Meanwhile, I’m stuck in the now.”

You chuckle. “I think we’re all just trying to figure it out.”

Eden tilts her head. “Yeah, well, you two have a lot of pressure on you, huh? Salutatorian, valedictorian… I don’t even know how you handle it.”

Caleb shrugs, looking at his paper again. “It’s a lot, yeah. But it’s also kind of… cool, you know? I didn’t expect it. Guess I’m just winging it.”

You give him a sidelong glance. “I think that’s what we’re all doing, honestly.”

Eden shakes her head in disbelief. “You two are so calm about it. I’d be panicking by now if I was in your shoes.”

You smile softly at her. “I think we’ve both learned that sometimes, panicking doesn’t get you anywhere. You just have to keep going.”

Eden snorts. “Right. That sounds like something you two would say. You’re practically wise now.”

“Hardly.” Caleb chuckles quietly, eyes flicking back to the paper in front of him. “But we’ve got each other. Guess that makes a difference.”

The silence settles again, but it’s a warm one, the kind that feels comfortable and familiar. After a few moments, Eden stretches, standing up.

“Well, I’m not done with my speech yet. But I’ll leave you two lovebirds to do your thing.” She winks at you both. “Good luck with your speeches.”

You roll your eyes as she leaves, but something about the moment makes you realize how far you’ve come. How much you’ve grown. How much Caleb and you have grown together.

And maybe… maybe the future won’t be so terrifying after all.

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