#i could cry to this picture if i wanted to

[elllisaaa]

OOPS - C. YEONJUN

KINKTOBER DAY 23 - SEXTING

SUMMARY : when your best friend receives a nude from you on a random tuesday, he feels the need to seek some clarification, and maybe that it is his chance to finally fuck you like he's been wanting to for years.

-> pairing : bff!yeonjun x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.6k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sexting (obviously), sending nudes and videos, masturbation (f. and m.), dirty talk, teasing, begging, praising, phone sex

+ the way i'm depicting yeonjun does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | txt masterlist | kinktober 2024

You had always been a clumsy person, and sending a text to the wrong person had already happened to you countless times, leading sometimes to awkward situations, but never as embarrassing as the one you were in right now. You groaned as you looked down at your phone screen, the chat with your best friend still opened. And there, a picture of you wearing pretty much nothing took centre stage. 

you :  [1 attachement] i could use some company tonight… junnie :  ??? wtf y/n ???

Your cheeks were burning, and all you wanted to do was to bury yourself six feet under but sadly you couldn’t. And you didn’t even know what to say because obviously, you hadn’t sent that to the right person. Truthfully, these nudes were just meant to some guy you met through a common friend. You had gone on a few dates together, and even though he wasn’t exactly your type, nor was he really interesting, you were a woman with needs, and a lonely woman at that. Hence why you were about to send him this mirror photo, with you posing in nothing but black lacy panties and your oversized shirt lifted up to show part of your boobs. 

you :  fuck don’t look at that delete delete delete it wasn’t mean for you junnie :  yeah could’ve guessed who were you going to send that to anyway ? you’re bitchless you :  first of all fuck you i’ve got plenty of bitches second and even though that’s none of your business, i’m seeing someone lately

The way Yeonjun seemed to care that much helped you relax a bit. His first reaction only seemed to be out of surprise, and you would have reacted the same way if you had received a sudden half-naked pic from your best friend too. Though, you would’ve probably not deleted it right away. 

junnie :  you mean that lame guy who couldn’t even pay for his own meal the three times you went out ? he’s an ass you :  well maybe but he’s my only option and i’m in need junnie :  doesn’t matter you can do way better than this jerk you’re too smoking hot to be sending that to him

Your cheeks took an even darker shade of red as you read his compliments, but it was not out of shame this time. It wasn’t unusual for Yeonjun to praise your looks actually, but never in such a bold way. And the fact that he was not referring to your pretty face but most likely to your body made some feelings swirl inside of your stomach - some feelings that shouldn’t even be there in the first place but that you couldn’t stop. 

junnie :  cat got your tongue darling ? you :  no gotta go  junnie :  to send him your nudes ? you :  and so what ? you jealous ? junnie :  maybe bet that loser couldn’t even make you cum anyway you :  and you could ?

This conversation was taking a turn you hadn’t expected, but a turn you liked very much, a turn you maybe liked a bit too much. You bit down on your lips as you waited for Yeonjun’s answer, though nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were about to read. 

junnie :  oh darling i would ruin you if you asked make you cum on my fingers first, until you’re dripping everywhere make you come on my tongue next, until you’re crying out my name and then i’ll give you my cock and i’ll fuck you better than any other guy you had before so, still need that jerk ?

You stayed speechless for a good minute that felt like an hour. There had always been some kind of tension between you and Yeonjun, always had been something underlying feelings that you didn’t want to misinterpret. He always looked at you and talked to you and flirted with you in a way that was way more than friendly, and you had always wanted him too - because let’s be real, who wouldn’t ?

you :  i’d let you do all that [1 attachment]

On the receiving end of your texts, Yeonjun couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t believe that this wasn’t just another one of his wet dreams, with you taking the first role and making him crave you and your body even more. He had wanted you for such a long time that it was hard for him to acknowledge that you had sent him another nude, another shot of your now naked tits, and that this time, you had done it while being absolutely conscious of who you were sending it to.

junnie :  fuck, you’re so beautiful darling tell me this isn’t a joke tell me you’re going to let me put my hands on you you :  i’m not one to joke about something like that, you know that are you touching yourself too ? [1 attachment]

His heart was racing in his chest as he opened the next photo - this time, a closer pic of your drenched panties, your fingers pressing against your clit through the material. He had been palming his cock over his sweatpants ever since he had received the first photo from you, and even if you had told him to delete it, he would’ve probably kept it for a while, because he couldn’t just forget about it just like that, because he needed you. And now, he needed you to see how bad he wanted you. He took a quick pic of the obvious bulge deforming his sweats before sending it to you without any shame. 

junnie :  [1 attachment] what do you think ? you :  show me more junnie :  [1 attachment] enough ? you :  shit i knew you were big you would fill me up so good [1 attachment]  wish it was your cock instead of my fingers

Yeonjun’s head was spinning with want, with all the fantasies he ever had about you and the new ones you were stirring inside of him with your little game. Every photo you sent became more and more revealing, and with each new one, his hand only sped up his rhythm. He didn’t care about how late at night it was, he didn’t care if one of the other guys could hear him, he just couldn’t stop when you kept sending him shots of your glistening folds and videos of your fingers covered in slick, spreading it across your hardened nipples.

junnie :  you’re driving me crazy look what you’re doing to me [1 attachment] wish you were here to sit down on my cock i know you would take it so well make the prettiest sounds for me too

The video of Yeonjun quickly getting himself off, paired with his airy moans and low grunts you could hear in the background made you even wetter if that was possible, your own fingers speeding up and rubbing against your g-spot making you feel close to the edge already. Your texts were starting to have more and more typos but you didn’t care, it felt too good to stop now. 

you :  i wpuld  frck junnie i nzed you so bad i’m so clode  [1 attachment]

This last video of you moaning his name was all Yeonjun needed to finally call you. The game had been fun, but he wanted to hear you as you came for him, wanted to hear through the phone how wet you were. Within a second, you answered the call and your needy whimpers immediately ringing through his ears felt like the greatest music he had ever heard. 

“- Fuck darling, you sound so good. 

- Junnie… Need you so bad…

- Me too, shit, you’re making me go crazy.”

Another one of your moans was the only answer he got, but it was more than enough for him to feel the knot in his stomach tightening as well. Your high-pitched voice was heavenly, and with his eyes closed and his imagination working overtime with all the photos you had sent to him, it was easy for Yeonjun to picture you touching yourself, all wet and ready for him.

“- I’m so close Junnie…

- Me too, darling… Cum with me, let me hear you.”

Your sounds of pleasure only elevated as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a hurricane, and Yeonjun let go too, covering his own hand in loads of cum as he moaned your name. For a while, the only sound that either of you could hear was the one of your heavy breathing, trying to regain some sense of consciousness after what had just happened. 

“- Are you still there darling ?”

You hummed absentmindedly, your mind still clouded with the intensity of your release. You rolled over your stomach to take some tissue and wipe your fingers from your slick, and then you took a hold of your phone again. You didn’t really know what to say now, but you didn’t want things to become awkward between the two of you, so you tried to crack a joke to break the ice. 

“- I thought you were a gentleman, but you’re here giving orgasms to girls when you’re not even with them.”

Yeonjun chuckled on the other end of the line, cleaning himself up a little too. 

“- I can be a gentleman. All you have to do is ask Y/N. Say the words and I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow. 

- And if I want you to come over and fuck me ?

- I’ll be there in ten.”

A smirk spread out on your lips as Yeonjun immediately hung up, but you had heard him rushing in the background before he ended the call. Sometimes, sending the wrong text to the wrong person wasn’t such a bad thing.

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[seongwars]

show & tell

this was funnier in my head. part of the lads!dadverse

“Cece, you brought your pet?” Elsa gasped as Cece stood proudly, holding out her backpack for her friends.

Today was Show and Tell, and while her four-year-old classmates had brought boring things like stuffed animals and picture books, Cece had brought something cool.

Mephisto stuck his head out studying his surroundings. He was surrounded by small humans who he deduced were Cece's classmates. Elsa hesitantly reached out, and the crow, sensing her caution, offered his head out for a gentle pat, eliciting a giggle from her.

“You’re lucky,” Ariel sighed dramatically. “Mommy wouldn’t let me bring Reddie, so I had to bring coral instead. Your mommy and daddy are so nice!”

Cece beamed. Yes. Yes, they were. But not as nice as Luke and Kieran who helped her sneak Mephisto into her backpack.

Because the second she pulled Mephisto from her backpack, his wings whirred to life, his eyes flickered a deep, ominous red, and he let out a polite little caw as if introducing himself to the class.

And before anyone could truly process what was happening…Mephisto launched into the air.

He flapped across the room, tilting his head in concern as children screamed and clambered into the closet, dove under tables, and threw themselves behind bookshelves. Even Elsa, who he let pet him earlier, was crying.

“Cece, TURN HIM OFF!” the teacher shrieked, ducking behind a cubby.

“I CAN’T! ONLY DADDY CAN!” Cece yelled back.

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"I'm so sorry," you blurted, absolutely mortified, as you skidded into the principal’s office. Sylus strolled in behind you, calm, composed, and completely unhelpful.

His eyes flicked to the principal, then to Cece, who sat in the chair looking completely unbothered, swinging her legs like she hadn’t just caused mass hysteria while Mephisto was perched on her shoulder. 

Sylus felt his heart swell with pride. Look at his little girl—so smart, so creative, so fearless. She had only wanted to show her classmates the thing she loved most.

Next to you. And him, of course. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Qin," the principal greeted, voice carefully measured. 

“I just want to reassure you that Cece isn’t in trouble. We’d just like to ensure that, moving forward, only age-appropriate toys are brought in for Show and Tell.”

You exhaled in relief. “Oh, thank God. Mr. Meyer, we’re so sorry that this happened.”

“The good news,” Mr. Meyer continued, “is that no children were harmed.”

You sagged a little further. Okay, okay, not that bad.

“And while the classroom is still somewhat intact, I can’t say the same for the emotional wellbeing of the students or their families, who we now have to call.”

You winced. “Oh. Oh no. We’re so sorry. If there’s anything we can do, please let us know.” You bowed your head, apologizing profusely for what felt like the thousandth time in the last five minutes. 

Mr. Meyer smiled knowingly. "Well, there is one thing…"

And that’s how Sylus, Kieran, and Luke found themselves buying thousands of dollars worth of snacks and juice boxes for Cece’s class for the remainder of the year.

[forcaleb]

a picture worth sharing — caleb

warnings — fluff, childhood friends to lovers (kind of, it's implied)

notes — i think childhood friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes in the books and fics // tags: @aomiiine @sydneybee @tojicide

caleb taps your shoulder, trying to show you a picture on his phone. “hey, pip-squeak, do you remember when-”

you quickly cut him off. “nope! no, i don’t. i actually don’t know what you’re talking about.” you turn your head away, refusing to look at his phone, already suspecting it’s something embarrassing.

“you didn’t even let me finish,” caleb says, a pout evident on his lips. “come on, i promise it’s something good. you’ll love it.”

“no way! the last time you tried showing me something, it was an embarrassing picture of me as a kid!” you grimace, recalling the picture of you crying because you fell off a slide. caleb had snapped the shot with your grandma’s phone before tending to your scraped knee. “i’m not looking at whatever you’re about to show me.”

“hey, i swear it’s nothing embarrassing this time,” caleb promises. “it’s actually a picture of us from your graduation day.”

that piques your interest. “huh? really? where? i haven’t seen my graduation pictures in so long.” you reach for caleb’s phone, but instead of handing it to you, he raises it out of reach. “hey! i thought you wanted to show it to me!”

“yeah, but aren’t you going to apologize for… whatever that was just now?” caleb raises an eyebrow.

you groan. “ugh, fine. i’m sorry for assuming you were going to be mean to me. forgive me? pretty please?” you give him the classic puppy eyes, his ultimate weakness.

“pip-squeak…” caleb sighs, shaking his head. “alright, i give up. here, look.”

he shows you his phone, and your eyes widen at the sight of the picture. it is a picture of you and caleb together during your graduation day. you stand just in front of caleb, your body angled slightly toward the camera. you are holding a bouquet of sunflowers in both hands, your face lit up with a warm, cheerful smile. behind you, caleb stands slightly to your side, his posture relaxed and confident. one of his hands rests gently on your shoulder, a subtle gesture of support and closeness. 

“cute, isn’t it?” he asks, grinning.

“how have i never seen this picture before?” you exclaim.

“well…” caleb smiles mischievously. “i made sure the photographer didn’t upload this to the graduation album. that way, i could surprise you with it anytime, like now.”

“wait, was it the photographer or one of your friends from the academy? i remember you coming to my graduation with a friend... gideon, right?” you ask, recalling how gideon kept teasing caleb about being so smitten with you.

“hm… well, it’s both, actually.” caleb points out. he swipes left and shows another version of the photograph. except, this time it’s a different shot. in this image, you are posing playfully in front of caleb, tilting your head to the side with a big, joyful smile. you raise one arm high in the air in an energetic and carefree gesture, adding a lively and cheerful tone to the scene. caleb stands behind you, his body angled slightly toward you, wearing a relaxed smile. his expression is calm and gentle, complementing your vibrant energy. “this is the one gideon took, and the previous one was taken by the photographer.”

“why didn’t you send these to me before?” you whine. “i could’ve used one for that empty photo frame I’ve been keeping in a box for a whole year.”

“okay, okay, i’ll send them now.” caleb chuckles as he opens your text thread and sends both pictures. “see? told you it wasn’t anything embarrassing.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m sorry for assuming the worst.” you apologize again, narrowing your eyes at him. “but from now on, you’d better send me any photos of us together. don’t you dare hide them from me again.”

“sure,” caleb agrees easily, his grin turning playful. “as long as i get to keep the silly pictures of you.”

“caleb! don’t you dare!” you shout, smacking his arm, while he laughs, clearly enjoying your reaction.

[megalony]

Bring Her Back

This is a new Eddie Munson imagine, it's my first imagine where reader has powers like Eleven so I hope you will all like it.

Please let me know what you think.

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Summary: (Y/n) tries to use her powers to help find any clues about Vecna, but when things go wrong, no one knows what to do. And Eddie feels like the only one who cares about his girlfriends wellbeing.

Enjoy.

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Tiredness raged through Eddie's system as he battled to try and open his eyes and look around the room. He prepared himself to look through the darkness, to try and make out the different objects scattered about his room and the posters and pictures lining the walls in the dark. But surprise lit up his face when he realised there was light.

It took him longer than it should have to work out that the light wasn't seeping through the curtains, telling him that it was morning already. The light was artificial, glowing from the lopsided lamp resting on the table next to his bed. Morning hadn't snuck up on him again, it was still late into the night.

A frown spread across his face when he lifted his head from the pillow and brushed his tangled hair behind his shoulders so he could see what was going on. And a sigh parted his dry lips when he looked up.

"Are you gonna try and get some sleep?" His voice was thick with sleep and gruff from only just waking up.

He pushed himself up to sit beside (Y/n) who was propped up against the headboard with one of Eddie's magazines resting on her lap. She didn't look all that invested in reading what it had to say, she didn't look like she was actually here. The look in her eyes was as if her body was here but her mind and soul were a million lightyears away.

"Not yet."

(Y/n) tore her eyes away from the magazine so she could turn to the left and press a quick kiss against Eddie's temple. He knew what she was doing. She wanted him to lay down and go back to sleep so he wouldn't know when or indeed if she managed to fall asleep after him.

"Babe, you're tired, I can tell."

(Y/n) bit down on her tongue to stop herself from trying to deny it. Lying to Eddie wasn't worth it when he always knew if she wasn't telling the truth. And what good would denying it do? They both knew he was right, they both knew she was exhausted beyond belief and that her body was crying out for sleep. It was (Y/n)'s mind that was preventing that from happening.

When he took the magazine from her lap and tossed it somewhere on the floor, (Y/n) sank her teeth down into her bottom lip and let her eyes bore into the poster opposite the bed.

She didn't want to go to sleep. She didn't want to lie down in the darkness and wait for bad things to happen. (Y/n) didn't want to risk going back to that place again when she closed her eyes.

Her arms coiled into her chest when Eddie looped a careful arm over her waist and perched his chin on her shoulder. The way he looked at her made (Y/n) want to melt and cry at the same time and she kept her gaze on the poster so she didn't crumble beneath those chocolate eyes.

"I don't want to go to sleep." Her words were as soft and lulling as a whisper on the wind, but they held such weight that it caused stones to settle in the pit of Eddie's stomach.

He sighed into her skin and tilted his head down to press a tender kiss against the junction between her shoulder and neck.

"Have you actually slept at all this week?"

The hidden meaning behind Eddie's words was clear and (Y/n) felt the way he sighed into her neck when she didn't answer him.

She hadn't had a full night's sleep since the incident at Nancy's house last week. (Y/n) had barely managed two hours a night since then, if she was lucky. The first two nights since the incident, (Y/n) didn't sleep at all. She stayed up with a movie playing in the background or just crying into the darkness.

Sleep didn't feel safe anymore. Not when closing her eyes made her vulnerable to the darkness that had tried to take her. It didn't matter that (Y/n) had only been lost in that darkness, those memories, for minutes, barely accounting to half an hour. It had felt like she had been stuck for days, weeks. The darkness enclosed around her. The things she had seen scarred her mind. She barely managed to get back from that trance-like state and every time she closed her eyes, (Y/n) felt like she was putting herself back in that situation.

She didn't know how Eleven slept at night when it felt so prominent and dangerously close to going into that mind space where both girls tried to search for people using their powers.

"Babe, you need to sleep." Eddie stiffened and waited in uncertainty when (Y/n) started to move. For a dreaded moment, he thought she was about to climb out of bed and walk away. He thought she was going to go into the living room and discard this whole conversation.

But he was taken by surprise when she turned around to face him and burrowed down into his chest instead. Her head tucked beneath his chin and her arms bound around his chest as she curled up into his side like a frightened kitten seeking protection and reassurance.

He attached his lips to the top of her head as both arms bound around her waist and he began to feather his fingers up and down her waist.

"I'm scared," (Y/n) closed her eyes tight, cringing that she even thought these things, let alone that she was telling Eddie. "I c- I couldn't get back, Eddie. I fell through memory after memory, t- then nothing. No noise, nothing around me… it was like I was falling, endlessly."

(Y/n) didn't have to connect the dots for Eddie to see where she was going with this, and she was glad. She was glad she didn't have to explicitely say that she was afraid that when she closed her eyes, it would all happen again. She had been lost in the darkness. One moment she was falling through so many memories, some belonging to Chrissy, some belonging to Vecna. Then there was nothing.

She could feel herself shaking, feel her body going on overdrive and her mind raging and scattering and it wouldn't stop. It hurt so much. And now, when (Y/n) tried to sleep she woke up in fright like she had flatlined and been brought back to life again.

She was afraid of going to sleep and not being able to find her way back to reality again.

She felt Eddie murmuring "Okay," into her hair before his arms slowly unravelled from her and he shuffled out of bed. Her eyes followed him, curious and suddenly afraid of what he was doing. But at least he wasn't telling her she was being silly, that was her biggest worry. That was why she hadn't told anyone else.

She couldn't tell her parents for obvious reasons, and she didn't want to tell anyone in the group and have them pity her or tell her that she was being silly. That it wouldn't happen as she had never become lost like that when she went to sleep so it would never happen. But Eddie was different. He wouldn't say things like that and he was nothing if understanding of other people's problems.

Uncertainty blossomed in (Y/n)'s eyes as she watched Eddie rummage around the floor which admittedly wasn't as clean as when (Y/n) usually came over. Eddie had a strange system in his room, it looked ungodly and messy, but he knew where every item was. But whenever (Y/n) came round, he tried to make it look tidy and tried to put things away. He hadn't bothered tidying today.

He scanned the floor until he found the worn grey box filled with cassette tapes and he crouched down at the foot of the bed to scan through the box. It took Eddie a few moments to search through his music to try and find a tape that would fit what he was about to do.

Once he found one, he grabbed his tape player and placed it down on the floor beside the bed and plugged it in.

(Y/n)'s eyes narrowed as she suddenly heard one of Eddie's mix tapes sound throughout the bedroom. He adjusted the volume until it was low enough that he would be able to sleep, but still prominent to serve as background noise. This particular tape had a lot of guitar solos and less singing and lyrics, and the drums were rather heavy and collateral so the beats would echo through the room and make it seem louder on particular songs.

When Eddie crawled back into bed, he laid on his back with one arm tucked behind his head and his right arm stretched out towards (Y/n). She took the invitation happily and inched across until she was tucked up into his side with her cheek pressing down against his chest.

"We're gonna listen to mix tapes all night?"

"Hm, no." Eddie mused with a soft grin as he nuzzled his lips and nose into her hair. "We're gonna try and get some sleep, babe."

(Y/n) didn't know that Eddie would be able to sleep with music on in the background serving as a great distraction. He was always so wired that (Y/n) presumed this would keep him awake, and she still didn't want to sleep no matter how her body was crying out for rest and recovery.

"We're gonna sleep with the music playing and the lamp on, so that you won't be in darkness, and you'll have something to focus on if you think you're gonna get lost. You can find your way back to me."

Eddie didn't know what he could do to try and make this easier for (Y/n) because he knew her fears were valid. She might not have ever gone into one of those trance states while she was sleeping, but what happened last week at Nancy's house had never gone so horribly wrong like that before. It had frightened everyone.

So if (Y/n) was afraid of going to sleep, then Eddie would do anything in his power that he thought might make the transition easier for (Y/n).

He hoped that having the light on would stop her mind from even debating going into one of those trances because to do that she usually wore a blindfold. The light would be distracting. And he prayed the music would keep her mind here, with him.

And if (Y/n) did drift, there would be a light for her to she wouldn't be in the dark and the light and music would give her something to ground herself to and find her way back to Eddie.

He was sure he heard her murmuring "Thank you," into his chest and it made him smile into her hair as he tightened his arm around her and squeezed her against his chest.

But even as his own mind started to calm and drift off, he couldn't help but think back to what happened last week and how things had gone horribly wrong. That night had changed everything. Was (Y/n) ever going to be able to get a full night's sleep again? Would she start to sleep with background noise or music for the rest of her life?

That night had traumatised her, and it broke Eddie's heart.

***

(Y/n) looked down at the red and gold bandana in the palm of her hands that was supposed to make do as a blindfold. The material felt even softer between her fingers than she remembered, almost as if she were touching gold thread.

She was so used to seeing the material tied around Eddie's forehead or hanging in his back pocket that actually holding the bandana in her hands felt strange and surreal. But she needed something to use as a blindfold. And before Nancy had chance to run upstairs to her room to find a scarf, Eddie had whipped the signature bandana from his back pocket and placed it into (Y/n)'s lap.

This had been so much easier before, when she did this to find Billy with Eleven or when she was simply trying to better her intuitive powers and search for friends.

(Y/n) wasn't used to being the one to do this. It had been Eleven who had found Will and who ultimately found Billy. It was her who always wore the blindfold and went searching through the minds to find who or what they were looking for.

This felt more like a party trick where (Y/n) was concerned, she felt like she was still learning her trade and was only good to show off when playing games with friends. But this wasn't a game. This was serious. They were trying to find out what was harming and effectively killing the kids at school, and (Y/n) wished there was another way of doing this.

But Eleven wasn't here. Mike and Will weren't here and they were running out of ideas and places to go to find clues and answers.

Her thumbs began to glide across the soft red fabric before she lifted her head and looked around the group.

It felt strange to be the one sitting in the middle of this makeshift circle that seemed to happen without any of them realising it. Usually Eleven was the one in the centre of everything, (Y/n) preferred sitting on the outskirts. This made her feel like the centre of attention at a party, and that was her worst nightmare.

She looked over at Steve, Robin and Dustin who were all sat in front of her and she could see Nancy out the corner of her eye, sitting on her left. She couldn't see Max who was somewhere behind her next to Nancy, and she couldn't see Eddie either, but she didn't need to. She could feel him hovering closer than anyone else like he wanted to sit in this makeshift circle with her.

"What… what exactly am I looking for?" The nervousness was clear in (Y/n)'s voice as she looked around the group.

She couldn't do this if she didn't know what she was supposed to be searching for. (Y/n) didn't know what kind of clues she was supposed to search out. Nancy or Dustin would be better at this, but alas, it was (Y/n) who had the abilities no matter how often she wished she didn't.

"Anything to do with Vecna."

Dustin's words made (Y/n)'s shoulders slump and her lips parted into a frown. How did that help? How on Earth was she supposed to do that?

"You do know how this works, if I don't know what he looks like, how do you expect me to find him?" There was a sharp edge to her otherwise deflated words and she glanced back down to the bandana that felt like a pendant keeping her grounded.

They didn't even know the name of this 'entity' that they were sure was causing all of this havoc. They only named him Vecna because it matched one of the characters from the DnD book. They knew absolutely nothing about him, his name, what he looked like, who he really was or what he was or why he was doing this. They were blank on almost everything and that made it very hard for (Y/n) to do this.

She couldn't very well start searching if she didn't know what she was supposed to be looking for. She had been trained to search with her mind by locating people from pictures. They had no picture of Vecna.

"Uh, should- should we really be trying to find him? Isn't this dangerous?" Eddie hated to be the downer on the group, he really did. He wasn't usually the one sat in the corner voicing concerns, he was usually the mad one leading the rabble into strange games and dares. Or when things got too real and risky, Eddie would quietly back away and turn his back at the first sign of true, real danger.

But this was regarding (Y/n), and she changed Eddie's perspective on just about everything.

He didn't want (Y/n) to feel like she had to do this and he didn't want her to be doing this if it was going to put her in danger or cause problems. What kind of problems, Eddie had no idea, but he didn't want any repercussions because of what they were doing. None of them were experts and they weren't exactly well knowledged. Whatever the guys had gone through before with this other worldly, upside down theory, it wasn't the same this time. And that made Eddie nervous.

"What about Chrissy?"

All eyes flitted across to Max who had her fingers tapping on her crossed legs and her long ginger hair just about to fall from its bobble at the nape of her neck.

"I think she's dead." Sarcasm clung to Robin's words as she frowned and looked to Max like the young girl didn't know where she was or what she was talking about.

They were all sat here because Chrissy was dead, she had been found in the woods, looking like she had been dropped off the edge of a cliff with how mangled and disorientated each limb was. They couldn't exactly ask (Y/n) to go and find a dead girl and ask her through her mind what she thought was happening and what Vecna looked like and what they should be searching for.

"No, there could be a memory of her somewhere in there, a memory of what she saw before she died. That could give us a clue." Nancy motioned her hand as she spoke like she was winding up an invisible toy to get her point across.

Wherever (Y/n) went when she started to search for people through her mind and her powers, it was sort of like the upside down. It was here, but not here at the same time. It was darkness and puddles of water and an image of a person she was searching for.

There might well be a memory of Chrissy, wherever (Y/n) went when she looked for people. And if she found that memory, she might just be able to see what Chrissy had seen and give them some clue. Any little token (Y/n) could find would help them on this strange quest.

(Y/n) nodded and tried her best to smile. Chrissy would be easier to search for than whatever and wherever Vecna was. At least (Y/n) knew what Chrissy looked like and if she couldn't find a faint memory of her, then it wouldn't be (Y/n)'s fault.

"Okay."

With a deep breath, she looked across to Steve who turned around and grabbed the radio behind him.

They were all in the basement of the Wheeler house, sat on the rug in the centre of the room like they were trying to perform some strange séance.

Steve sat the radio in between his legs and started fiddling with the tuner until it wasn't plugged into any specific station. Instead of music, a crackling display of static blundered through the air on a quiet low frequency and it was almost calming to listen to. Steve could understand why this would help put (Y/n) into some trance-like state, it was something he himself could easily fall asleep to.

(Y/n) took another deep breath and fidgeted from left to right, making sure she was comfy and her crossed legs weren't going numb before she lifted the bandana. But before she had chance to tie it around her head, she felt a set of firm ringed fingers clamp down on either shoulder.

The feeling of Eddie's hair tickled the back of her neck as his chin hovered over her shoulder and his lips attached to the shell of her ear. It didn't look like a very intimate act to the rest of the group, but to (Y/n), it sent her heart haywire to feel her boyfriend so close and clearly so nervous.

"Are you sure about this?"

If she didn't want to do this or had any doubts then Eddie would tell the group to back off. He didn't care, he would happily tell them that they couldn't just plate all of this responsibility and guilt onto (Y/n) and force her to do this if she didn't want to. She wasn't obligated to help them, she wasn't a lab rat or a toy to be messed with whenever they needed her.

But when (Y/n) nodded, Eddie tightened his hands on her shoulders and sighed against her ear. Part of him had been hoping she would shake her head or whisper that she was afraid and didn't want to do this, because he didn't want her to.

Eddie had never seen (Y/n) do this before and he didn't like the sound of her wandering in a dark place, trying to find memories and clues. It didn't seem safe.

Eddie muttered a soft "Alright babe," and took the bandana from her hands, making sure it was folded in half so it would block out the orange glow of the main light and the two lamps in either corner of the room. He tied the red cloth at the back of her head and leaned over her shoulder to press a tender kiss to the nape of her neck.

He went to shuffle back into the circle beside Max and Dustin, but he paused when (Y/n)'s arm quickly flung around behind her. Her hand curled around his wrist, preventing him from moving too far away.

She wanted some sort of touch to ground herself, something to keep her calm and stop her from panicking or overthinking. Eddie would keep her calm.

He shuffled forward again until he was knelt behind her, his knees close to her bum and his eyes trained on the knot in the bandana at the back of her head. He gently wriggled his hand around until their fingers were entwined and (Y/n) was holding his hand instead of his wrist. He began to glide his thumb across the back of her hand in a rhythmic motion like he was strumming the strings of his guitar.

There was no denying that Eddie didn't like this situation, his displeasure was clearly written across his face. He found it hard enough to wrap his mind around the fact that his girlfriend had 'powers' like the kind they read about and made up in their game nights. But actually seeing her do this and seeing her so nervous, it didn't sit well with Eddie.

(Y/n) always hated this part. She hated being surrounded by darkness, yet still being able to see. She hated having nothing around her, as if she had been dumped onto a world of nothing. No air, no noise, no people, no tress or grass or mud roads. No windows or doors, no way of escaping because there was nothing to escape; everything was one long stretch of darkness with a floor that was always lightly coated with water like an endless puddle.

Finding people wasn't always easy, they didn't always appear in front of her. Sometimes (Y/n) had to search for them. Sometimes people didn't want to be found.

When seconds ticked by into a minute, Dustin leaned forward, unable to stop himself from muttering "Anything?" in the hope that (Y/n) was able to see or find something out.

A round of wide eyes and loose jaws flooded the circle when (Y/n) nodded and they all heard Chrissy's name part from her lips like a whisper on the wind. She had found her. This was a big step in the right direction. They might be able to find a clue, they might just be able to learn something now that (Y/n) was around Chrissy.

"She was scared… I- I think she was hallucinating."

Everyone seemed to lock eyes with each other like they were trying to pass secret messages and communications without words. What could Chrissy have been afraid of? What did (Y/n) see to make her think that Chrissy had been hallucinating?

"What did she see?"

(Y/n) felt Nancy's voice near her ear. She could feel the words travelling through the darkness, connecting her to the real world while she was wandering through this one. And she could still feel Eddie's thumb gliding along the back of her hand, although when (Y/n) looked down, there was nothing there. Of course there wasn't; he wasn't in here with her.

What she saw confused her.

"A clock, an old antique, she sees it everywhere." It was some kind of omen.

(Y/n)'s head tilted to one side as she walked behind Chrissy, following her through the woods that had emerged when she found Chrissy. A memory. It wasn't often that (Y/n) got to look through people's memories this way, she usually found someone and listened to what they were saying or tried to guess where they were. Seeing someone else's memories was like she was stepping into their world. It was a priviledge.

There was something about that clock that (Y/n) didn't like. The strike of the hour was wrong. It sounded like the chimes were going in reverse and the clock itself looked broken. It was following Chrissy everywhere. She saw it at school. At home. She heard the ticking late at night. She could see the clock now, here, in the woods.

When a gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s slightly parted lips and her body stiffened, everyone leaned forward.

Eddie felt the way she tightened her grip on his hand and he inched forwards, resting his left hand on her hip as he tried to stay close but not too close. He didn't want to prove a distraction or get in the way.

"What?"

"She wants to show me something." (Y/n) was talking so slow, as if she was talking through a tape that was being replayed at a slower speed. And there was something soft and distant in her voice like she was a thousand miles away when she was really sat right here in front of them all.

It didn't feel like a good idea.

(Y/n) could feel goosebumps prickling on her skin when Chrissy whipped around as if she had caught a stalker in the midst of following her. (Y/n) felt like hiding, but what could she do? This was a memory, and that was only an essence of Chrissy, a ghost of a memory.

Her eyes were cloudy, like grey marbles that had been slotted into her head and were slightly bulging from their sockets. Her jaw looked like it was cracked and hanging down to one side so that she couldn't close her mouth. Each time she moved her arm or bent her fingers, some part of her joints crackled and snapped like she was breaking out of a cast.

It didn't feel right to reach out and take Chrissy's outstretched hand, but (Y/n) didn't feel able to refuse. No one else could see this last essence of Chrissy, (Y/n) would be the last person to see this part of her, this essence of consciousness. And if Chrissy wanted to show her something, (Y/n) was obligated to listen.

So she reached out for her hand. Chrissy's grip was intense, her fingers were cold and dry and the skin was starting to crack like flaking wallpaper. Her touch was callous yet fierce and the way she yanked on (Y/n)'s hand to pull her closer made (Y/n) want to retreat.

The way Chrissy's jaw unhinged and dropped down made (Y/n) grimace and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she watched Chrissy's mouth loosen and drop wider like a gaping cavity. And suddenly her eyes were no longer grey like glossed marbles, they were gone. Leaving gaping bloodied holes in their wake.

With a swift tug of her arm, (Y/n) was yanked forward and the memory of the woods Chrissy had been in when she died was gone.

She was falling. Falling. Falling.

She wanted to scream, but no noise left her mouth. Her arms flailed but there was nothing to reach out for, nothing to hold on to. There was just darkness as she fell and tumbled and silently screamed into the darkness.

But then she landed.

A hiss emitted from Eddie's lips when he felt (Y/n)'s hand suddenly clenching around his own. It felt like her nails were ripping through his skin and she squeezed so much that his knuckles creaked and started to push together. If she held him any tighter she was going to pop his knuckles out of place and cut off the circulation to his fingers.

But it was the way (Y/n)'s head suddenly jolted back that made Eddie shudder and caused everyone to freeze.

What was she doing? What kind of memory was Chrissy showing her? Was she even okay in there?

Eddie's arms jolted and his chest ached and tensed as (Y/n)'s body suddenly lost all composure and she jolted back like she had been electrified or even pushed. He surged forward and pressed his chest up against her back, catching her before she collided into him and knocked them both to the ground.

He encased his arms around her middle, his right hand still held in her death grip. He felt (Y/n)'s head rebounding against his left shoulder and he twisted to look down at her, confusion and terror building up in his eyes as he tried to see what the problem was. But he could feel each breath that (Y/n) took; she sounded like she was drowning, gasping for air.

Eddie had never seen her when she went into one of these trance-states, but by the panicked looks he was receiving, he guessed that this wasn't what usually happened. The only thing he knew was normal was the small droplet of blood trickling from her nostril. He had been warned that she would have the tiniest nosebleed, so at least that wasn't something they should be worrying about.

"(Y/n)?"

"(Y/n) what's wrong?"

The circle seemed to enclose around them, caging Eddie and (Y/n) in the centre so the group could try and see what she was doing and try to help. Nancy was cautious when she rested her hands on (Y/n)'s arm and shoulder, she knew that too much noise and touch could be distracting when (Y/n) was trying to do this, but something was clearly wrong.

"Babe? Hey, hey, talk to us."

When she didn't make a sound and didn't give any of them an answer, Eddie moved his left hand so he was cupping (Y/n)'s jaw. He tried to nudge her, to give some kind of stimulation to get her talking because they couldn't do anything if they didn't know what was going on.

The rabid look in Eddie's eyes was almost as frightening as seeing (Y/n) go unresponsive and begin to shake in his arms. Clearly nobody knew what was happening or what to do.

With his lips curling into a snarl, Eddie let go of her jaw and reached out for the bandana across her eyes. A quiet grumble of "Fuck this," spat past his lips as he ripped the bandana off and tossed it on the floor. He didn't care if this brought (Y/n) out of her trance and ruined whatever she was trying to see. Whatever was happening wasn't worth the panic and the discomfort it was clearly causing (Y/n).

Horror struck a cord within Eddie when he looked down at (Y/n)'s eyes. He had been pondering whether she kept her eyes open behind the bandana or whether she closed them while this happened. But he knew instinctively that right now, what she was doing wasn't normal.

Her eyes were shaking from left to right so fast it made Eddie's own eyes wince in pain. But her eyes were half rolled to the back of her head and they looked positively grey. That wasn't normal. It couldn't be.

Before Eddie had chance to try and ask Nancy what the Hell was happening, his arms jolted and he heard the group shrieking.

They all watched as that one droplet of blood from her nose turned into a river. A gushing, horrible river of blood that now poured from both nostrils and drenched her lips and down her chin. Eddie had been told to expect a small slither of blood, not a tidal wave. This wasn't normal. This had never happened before. They couldn't let (Y/n) stay in this trance, wherever she was. Whatever she was seeing was clearly doing something bad to her and they needed to bring her back.

"What's happening to her?" Steve knotted his hand into his hair at the back of his head and started to pull until it felt like he was going to rip out a clump of hair.

Was she having some kind of seizure? This had never happened before. Steve had seen (Y/n) do this twice and this reaction didn't occur and nothing like this had ever happened with Eleven either.

"Jesus Christ! Bring her back. How do you normally bring her back?!" The bitter tone in Eddie's voice made everyone shake and their worried eyes darted to him before looking at one another. The lack of response was enough to cause Eddie's snarl to worsen and a growl rumbled deep within his chest.

They didn't know.

"She- she just, comes back by herself. She's never done this before." Nancy's head shook along with her hands that were still gripping (Y/n)'s shoulders, trying in vain to rouse her and gain her attention to draw her friend back to reality.

They never had to bring (Y/n) back, they didn't know how on Earth to do that or if it was even possible to bring her back. (Y/n) wandered into that trance state and she always came back out rather easily. Sometimes she was shaken but she always came back to reality.

Dustin reached out for the radio in front of Steve and promptly turned it off. The background static was only going to help keep (Y/n) in that state and right now they needed her to come out of it.

They all seemed to break the circle they had been sitting in and scattered around, either moving closer or pushing back to create some space.

Eddie shuffled back until he was near the sofa and he eased (Y/n) off his chest until she was laid on her back on the floor. But his right hand remained in hers, mainly because (Y/n) had such a tight grip that he feared he would break his hand if he tried to escape her hold.

His other hand cupped the side of her face and tilted her head back so he could look down at her. He nudged his hair back over his shoulder so it wouldn't get in the way and he hovered over her, trying his best to wrack his brain for some idea of what to do and how to help her.

"Baby, baby come on now, come back. (Y/n)! (Y/n), I don't like this." He tried everything he could think of.

He dragged his thumb over her lower lip, something he knew drove (Y/n) wild. He shook her head and her shoulders, he patted her face to try and stimulate her and he even leaned over and began to click his fingers near her ear to try and get her back into some sense of focus. Nothing worked.

Her breathing was still shallow and raspy, her eyes were still jerking from side to side and almost completely rolled to the back of her head. Her body was still shaking and jittering against the floor.

"The radio."

"What?"

"The radio." Robin rasped as she scraped her knees on the carpet to grab the radio from Dustin. "Loud noise, it- I don't know, it might stimulate something or distract her and bring her back somehow."

She quickly turned it back on and began trying to tune into any station frequency she could find. It might not work, but Robin knew (Y/n) said no distractions as they would make her lose concentration and stop the trance. Loud music blasting close by would definitely count as a distraction and it might just help her find her way back.

A loud symphony of rock music blasted through the basement and had everyone cringing and cowering, but it didn't seem to do much in the way of bringing (Y/n) out of this frightening state.

Eddie's trembling hand went back to cup (Y/n)'s face and he lightly started to shake her head from left to right. But his body jerked and coiled inwards when a echoing bang popped through the air. Everyone gasped and scrambled closer to the centre of the room to be away from the lamp in the corner when the bulb exploded.

Tremoring breaths left Eddie's lips as he looked from the lamp to Steve who had his hands clasped over his head to shield himself from the broken fragments of glass.

He curled over (Y/n), becoming more frantic in his attempt to wake her up when nothing seemed to work.

All of them could feel their panic rising when the lamp on the side table next to the sofa began to whistle and the light shone so bright it was as if the sun had been captured down here with them.

Max and Dustin shielded beside the sofa while Robin, Steve and Nancy inched closer to Eddie. All of them curled around (Y/n), huddling together when the second lamp burst.

"Jesus!"

Eddie could feel tears welling up in his eyes as his wet lips began to wobble and pant with each strangled breath he took. He could hear the main light in the ceiling begin to whir and whistle and he was sure Steve started to shake when they heard the radio switch frequency to about three different music stations, all on its own. Was what (Y/n)? Or was it whatever entity she was encountering wherever she was?

Trembles started to take over Nancy's body and her eyes snapped closed when the lights started to fade and dim to pitch black. She wondered for a moment if her ears had started to ring and tune out and if the lights had all shattered without her hearing a sound. But when the main light and the lamp started to brighten once again, it was as if a storm had passed over them.

The radio turned itself off. The lamp stopped whirring and whistling and the lights went back to their pale yellow hue and their dim brightness. It was as if the atmosphere was calming itself back down once again and the storm had passed them by.

All of them lifted up from their cowering states to try and check on each other and look around as if they expected to see a dark shadow leave the room to show them that everything had settled back down again.

With shuddering breaths and his chest heaving like he had been drowning, Eddie tried once again to pat (Y/n)'s cheek now that the shaking had subsided in her system and her eyes were no longer frantically searching the room.

"(Y/n)-" Eddie broke off into a shriek when a guttural scream wrenched past (Y/n)'s lips and coursed through his blood.

He watched in agony and sheer confusion as (Y/n)'s tremoring eyes blinked back into focus as if she had only been unconscious for a millisecond. The grey had disappeared and those beautiful yet somehow broken eyes were back to their usual colour once again.

Her free hand suddenly clenched around Eddie's bicep so tightly he felt like a rabid dog was biting him and he held down a groan when she clenched his hand and he was sure he heard a knuckle pop.

Another scream tore past (Y/n)'s lips as she surged forward until she was sitting upright rather than laying down.

She could taste blood on her lips and the back of her throat. Her lips rolled together and her tongue ran along her lips before she spat and sobbed, trying to rid the tang of blood from her mouth. She could feel the blood drying on her mouth and chin like paint that was flaking with every move of her lips and jaw.

Tears soaked into her face and another scream left her lips. It felt like (Y/n) had lost the ability to speak, all she could do was scream and shriek to express the torment she had felt and been through. Everything inside of her was churning and revolting against her.

Horrible sobs wracked past her lips as she finally let go of Eddie's hand in favour of looping both arms around his neck. Her face meshed up into his shoulder and she sobbed into his shirt, cowering and trembling against him as she screamed into his chest.

"Hey, woah, baby it's okay. It's okay, shh, you're okay." He murmured shakily against her temple as he quickly weaved his arms around her waist to try and calm her down.

One hand cradled the back of her head and his other arm encased around her lower back. He held her close like he was trying to tuck her into his heart and he began to slowly sway them both from side to side as he gasped and took strangled breaths that mingled in with her hair.

His dark brown eyes scanned the room as a look of malice took over Eddie's face and his upper lips curled.

Was this what they wanted? Was this what they anticipated when they pressured (Y/n) into this? Is this the kind of reaction they had been expecting, or did none of them take one moment to think about the repercussions this might have on (Y/n)?

"It's okay, it's okay."

They had petrified her. And for what? Was what (Y/n) encountered in there worth the trauma they had caused her and the fright they had given each other?

Was this worth it?

[mashkatzi]

I saw this request on the lovely @vershautece blog so all credit goes to the anon who asked. Again this is NOT my idea!!! Also I have not written any sort of smut since Wattpad days so please bare with… and this is my first tumblr post!! This turned out wayyy longer than I intended, whoops.

also he litterally looks delicious in this picture. AGHH i could eat him.

Receiving a call from your ex while you’re fucking Luigi. He answers the phone and tells you to speak 🫣.

Luigi shifts under you. You’re straddling his lap grinding into him. “Hmm you want me to…?” he begins. “Yes yes please, I need you” you reply without hearing the end of his question. You’ve been making out in bed for a few minutes. You’re so turned on you feel the wetness pooling between your legs and feel Luigi harden under you. You kiss him again. Hard. Your teeth clank together and you pull back horrified. “Omg sorry did I hurt you?” You place your hands over your mouth embarrassed at how desperate you’re acting. Luigi does nothing but laugh. “Hahah it’s ok, baby” he says tilting his head to the side. His expression is cocky. He loves how desperate and needy he makes you. He knows no one else makes you feel this way and it turns him on. You laugh out of relief, dropping your hands and go back to kissing him, softer this time. You place your hands onto Luigi’s broad shoulders and his hands are on your ass, kneading at the supple flesh.

“More” you whine. “Need more”. You’re grinding down harder onto Luigi’s clothed pelvis trying desperately to ease the pressure down below. You arch your back, the seam of your sweats rubbing deliciously on your clit. You rock back and forth small mewls slipping from your mouth in between each kiss. Luigi moves to kiss down your cheek to your neck and slowly pulls the neckline of your top down to reveal your breast. “This ok?” He places a small kiss on your collarbone looking up at you. Your eyes catch his and you hum in response. Your hands are still resting on his shoulders, supporting you, while you rock back and forth. “Say it” he kisses the same spot on your collarbone. “Need to hear you say it.” He gets off on making you wait. He loves seeing you needy and whiny, making you so desperate you’d do whatever he tells you to. “Y- yes” you manage to get out between gritted teeth. He hesitates a moment before deciding that he’s satisfied with your response. He won’t make you wait any longer. He kisses your boob, just above the nipple.  And kisses slightly lower but not low enough. A moan slips through your lips. “Mm yeah” you encourage him. You move one hand to rest on his head, interlocking your fingers between his curls. You use the hand to push his head down. He moves his mouth down, enveloping your whole nipple in his warm mouth. He sucks hard, moving his tongue around massaging your hard nipple.  He moves and grabs the other boob and begins rolling your nipple between his fingers. He stays this way a few moments and your rocking slows to a halt. You let out small whines and moans encouraging him. Both your hands are in his hair now, grabbing, pulling and scratching. “You’re so whiny, baby” Luigi pulls away with a grin. “So so whiny” he continues. You’re so turned on you could cry. You look down at him and let out a breathy laugh which turns into a moan. You’re so frustrated with his teasing you grasp a chunk of his hair and pull hard. “Mmmm please” you throw your head back, rolling your hips against his once more so desperate to feel some sort of pleasure. Luigi is taken aback by this show of neediness. His head jerks back while you pull and he winces. You feel his dick twitch under you. “F-fuck ok” he lets out. He reaches out for your hand and untangles your fingers from his hair. He leans in close and whispers “take your clothes off” flashing his incisors.

Upon hearing this you scramble off of him desperately pulling off your pyjama pants and oversized t shirt. “Leave them on” he instructs, before you can pull your panties off. He moves to remove his blue Bali t-shirt, discarding it on the floor. He keeps his boxers on and you notice how hard he is under them. the outline of his dick is obvious as it strains against the fabric of his boxers. He gets up on his knees on the bed, patting the space he was sitting on, inviting you over. You lie down in his space. Your knees bent slightly, feet planted on the mattress, legs spread. Your hands resting on your sides. He takes a moment admiring you, deciding where to begin. He wants to ravage you, savour you, devour you. He enjoys making you feel good. It brings him pleasure. Feeling you come undone under him. He enjoys fucking you, slowly and passionately. Feeling the change in you. Growing desperate and needy to the point of submission. He gets you to a place no man has been able to.

You know what’s about to come. You see it in his eyes. The way they twinkle. His breath is heavy and his eyes wander over your body. He tilts his head as if sizing you up, ready to eat you. You enjoy this. The waiting. Waiting for him to decide what to do with you. How to pleasure you. How to enjoy you. You feel breathless, your chest rising and falling. You place one hand on your upper thigh and drag it slowly upwards. Dragging it over your clothed pelvis, up over your belly button and let it rest on your tit. You squeeze, kneeling slowly. Your nipples are sensitive from Luigi’s mouth so you go slow not to overstimulate yourself. “Come on, touch me” you encourage Luigi to begin. You don’t want to beg. Not just yet. He still doesn’t move so you reach out, tenderly, holding his hand and bringing it to rest over your mound. You half expected him to smack your hand away and make you wait. He slides one long finger over your slit. Up and down. He can feel the wetness leaking out, dampening your panties. “Soo so wet. All for me, baby?” He adjusts so that he’s lying on his side, one hand on you, the other arm propping him up. He runs his slender fingers over the elastic of your panties. “Mhm all for you” you let out. He dips one finger in, extending it to rub small circles over your clit. Your hips buck upwards and a moan leaves your lips. Much louder than you care to admit. He adds another finger, collecting your wetness and using it to rub your clit faster and harder. Your high pitched whines fill the room along with the lewd noises coming from between your legs.

Luigi slips one finger into you and then quickly follows with another. “Getting you ready f’me” he says, brushing his fingers against the spongy spot inside you. Luigi is big and he knows it. He keeps his thumb on your clit, rubbing much slower. Your whines turn to moans, almost growls as you grow more and more desperate for him. For his dick. Inside you. He picks up the pace, and you feel as though you can cum just from his fingers alone. "yeah, let me hear you" He leans over, locking his lips to yours. You kiss him back reaching your free hand to rub the fabric over his dick. A small wet patch formed at his tip from pre cum. You continue palming at his dick before he lets out a low groan. "That's good, baby". He takes such good care of you. Such care goes into making sure you feel good. You sometimes forget he also deserves to feel just as good.

Luigi removes his fingers and pushes your panties to the side. "pretty" he whispers, admiring your pussy. Luigi leans down and places a small kiss to your swollen clit. You arch your back "ohh fuck" you close your eyes and tip your head back, further into the pillow. He knows he has teased you enough. He slips off the bed to remove his boxers. He stands before you, pumping his dick in his big hands, spreading the precum over his tip. You're already so wet for him. You look over at him, hair disheveled, your lips red and puffy spread into a wide smile. you reach out a hand, inviting him back to bed. Inviting him back to fuck you. Taking your hand, he climbs back into the bed, placing his body on top of yours. His hips slit into the space between your legs, almost perfectly. Almost as though your bodies were made that way. Without hesitation he pushes into you, a small gasp leaving his mouth. You, on the other hand, let out a loud moan. "mmm fuck lu". "Tell me when" he says, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. He waits a moment for you to adjust to the stretch. You'll never get over this feeling. No matter how many times he fucks you, you will never not enjoy the stretch from his thick member. the pressure building again from the thick tip pushing against the spongy sensitive spot inside you. "ok ready" you wrap your arms around Luigi's neck, ready for him to begin pounding into you. He waits a moment before moving his hips. Moving his dick slowly out of you and then pushing in again. He does this again, making sure that you are ready and comfortable. "Shit, so good" you moan. The slow strokes feel euphoric. "Gripping me so tight" Luigi spits out as he picks up the pace. His hands reach up to hold your head up. His hands holding your head up as he kisses your lips, your cheeks, your nose. You can't form any thoughts as he picks up the pace, bottoming out in you, the familiar feeling of his dick hitting your cervix causes you to moan out. It hurts but in the best way. Luigi is practically pounding into you. The sound of skin hitting skin fills your ears and you feel sweat gathering at the base of your spine. You're moaning like a porn star and he's filling your ears with the most disgusting things. "You like that hmmm? You like when I'm pounding into you?" his words go straight to your pussy, gripping him like a vice. You can feel the thick vein that runs along his shaft rubbing against your gummy walls. "answer me baby, tell me you like it" "oh y-yes. Fuck I love it lu!" you practically scream out, fearing he might stop if you don't answer him. "that's my pretty gir-" before he can complete his sentence, he spots something, slowing his pace. You feel the change in pace and reach your hands to grab at his lower back, attempting to speed him up.

"Noo keep going" you look up at him and realise something has caught his attention. You follow his eyeline to your phone resting on the nightstand. You notice the familiar pattern of the vibration. You are getting a phone call. "ugh forget it baby" you say. "I'll call them back, whoever it is" you whine out, desperate for him to continue. Luigi reaches for the phone, holding it up so you can see the screen.

incoming call from - Devil Man 👹

Shit. Your toxic ex recently got a hold of your new number. He had called you twice this past week begging to meet up with you, telling you to leave Luigi and go back to him. You hadn't mentioned it to Luigi out of fear he would march over to his house and beat the living shit out of him. Not that your ex doesn't deserve it and you know that Luigi is perfectly capable of doing so, with all the hours he's put into the gym and the years of taekwondo training. You just didn't want Luigi to get into any trouble. Not over that worthless dog.

"Why not just answer it now?" Luigi says with a cheeky grin. Before you can protest, he presses the circular green button, connecting the call. he places the phone on speaker and you hear the familiar sound of your ex boyfriends voice. "y/n i'm so glad you answered". You're eyes are wide with shock, you're shaking your head at luigi questioning what on Earth made him answer the phone. He mouths one single word, "speak" before continuing his brutal pace. You cover your mouth not just out of shock but also to avoid a moan escaping your mouth. "y/n? You there?" Luigi brings the phone closer to you, you manage to mumble a small "yeah" into the general direction of the phone. All you can focus on is Luigi. hovering above you with the biggest smile ever. His dick is pounding into you, bottoming out with every stroke. You feel every inch, every vein brushing against the inside of your walls. He moves your hand away from your mouth, giving you a look to indicate you can do better than that. "oh good you're there. look can i come over?" your ex asks. Luigi scoffs at the request and then signals with his hands encouraging you to play along. "well no, i'm k- kind of busy." You let out shakily. Luigi showed no signs of slowing down. In Fact he reaches down between your naked bodies and slaps your clit. It's a light slap but enough to make you yelp. "what was that? Where are you right now?" your ex begins to question you. "nothing i j- just... Nothing." You're struggling to keep your composure. Luigi smiles then begins rubbing slowly on your clit. The wave of pleasure causes you to let out a low moan. You look at luigi, pleading with your eyes to let up but he shows so signs of slowing down. "come on, i promise i can make you feel way better than that loser you're seeing now. What's his name? Mario?" Hearing your ex talk about Luigi in that way makes your blood boil. Luigi's pace becomes teasingly slow, resulting in him pushing into you so deep and then slowly moving out. His tip teases your cervix every time he pushes in, causing your eyes to roll back. Trying not to scream, you reply "I doubt that.. and it's LUIGI." You look at him and he couldn't be prouder. He presses the mute button on the phone and whispers "keep going, gonna make you cum, baby." in your ear. You press unmute and hear your ex rambling on about how good he can fuck you and about how much more money he makes. "Come on, sweetheart. Please I want you back, I fucked up, ok? Just let me prove to you I'm a changed man." You're so certain he's crying right now and the thought of your slimy ex crying on the phone begging to fuck you whilst the most perfect man is on top of you fucking you so deliciously, makes you want to cum. Luigi is finding humour in listening to him begging you to fuck him, he's shaking his head and smiling, poking his tonge into the side of his cheek, as though he can't belive the audacity of your ex. Luigi moves his hand away from your clit and reaches for the headboard as he braces himself to start pounding into you again. You let out a small whine in anticipation. "Wait are you..." you hear on the phone "what is that noise? Are you with him right now?" Luigi begins pounding into you again, the noise of skin hitting skin fills the room, filtering through the phone's mic. You let out another moan and Luigi grabs your phone. "Sorry bro, she's kinda busy right now" frat boy luigi makes an appearance, speaking into the phone with the biggest grin plastered onto his face. "y/n what is-" before your ex can finish, luigi cuts the call, tosses your phone and turns to you. "fuckk you're all mine" he says reaching once again between your bodies down towards your clit. "All yours" you moan.

A small part of you wishes your ex stayed on the call long enough to hear you cum. especially since most of the time you had to fake it with him. Luigi makes you cum every single time. He takes the time to learn what you like and what makes you feel good. He prides himself on knowing every part of you. And you fall more and more in love with him every time.

Luigi’s bullying pace compared to the gentle touch on your clit is driving you crazy. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your nails digging into his upper back.  A small tear runs down your cheek as you practically scream out "yes. FUCK yes. oh right there" you're so consumed by him. Every nerve on your body is screaming, every hair on your body stood on end. your legs begin to shake as you feel the familiar tightness in your lower belly. You press your palm down on your belly to feel Luigi filling you so deep. "yes baby, f- fuck stay there, gonna- gonna make you cum" you can tell that Luigi is just as close. His eyes are screwed shut and his head tilted upwards. Seeing him in this state pushes you over the edge. The muscles in your legs contract and you dig your nails into Luigi's back, sure to leave a mark. Your eyes screw shut and you scream out Luigi's name. "cumming" is all you can muster. "Yeah, let it out, my pretty girl," he says. You're panting trying to regain your breath. Luigi cums straight after, gasping then letting out a low string of groans as he repeats your name like a prayer "y/n. y/n so perfect" he says spilling into you. You feel him twitching as he stills inside of you. He's coming down from his high and presses his sweaty forehead against yours, smiling. "fuck, I love you so much" you say placing a peck on his lips. "Hmm, I love you too," he says after pulling away. "no one makes me feel as good as you do" you admit to him

Luigi rolls his body off yours and onto the bed next to you. "Let me take care of you" he pulls you into him. your head resting on his chest, his muscly arms wrapped around your frame. fingers stroking your skin "my perfect girl" he sighs into you. You hum in pleasure. There's nowhere else you'd rather be right now.

[dumpywrites]

Emulsion - Kim Namjoon / RM

Prompt: Love and business don’t mix, and so do both of you. 

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Angst (happy ending), arranged marriage, slow burn

Pairing: Namjoon x she/her reader

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: this is the most angsty angst I’ve ever written so far I actually cried while writing it omg 😭😭😭

You knew what you were getting into when your family introduced you to the Kims. 

You knew your parents wanted to seal the deal with their corporation, and in order to have bigger share of the stocks, someone had to infiltrate in. That person being you, of course. Yes, your family totally sold you for some fortune. Very unfortunate. 

It was told that there was no pressure in marrying their son, Kim Namjoon. Said that you should just go on a few dinners with him, to see whether you enjoyed his company or not. In which to be fair, after meeting him in person, you actually didn't dislike him. He was quite easy to talk to, well-mannered, and seemed to be a bit philosophical. Also, quite the nice looking individual. Nice was a bit of a downplay actually. Man was handsome. 

Just after three supposed “dates” your parents booked a dinner at a hotel for both of you, not knowing they also booked a room for you to stay the night. 

It was never your intention. You were disappointed by how greedy your parents were and how they’d just blatantly do anything for power. The fact that they were probably thinking it was better if you just ended up getting knocked up by him was insanely outrageous. 

While you had no part in this play, Namjoon was pissed. He didn’t think you were actually this shallow or how you could stoop this low. Right after both of you were informed that a room was available for use, the man immediately excused himself, leaving you behind. 

You would think that was supposed to be the end of this story. That was until you saw a text from him, two weeks following the last incident. 

“I have a proposal for you.”

Apparently, his dying grandmother’s wish were to see him married. At the blossoming age of thirty, his old-fashioned family desperately wanted him to do so too. To the point where his father was holding his personal project back, threatening to shut it down if he disobeyed. Your greedy parents and his close minded ones somehow had one vision in common. Both of you, marriage. After all, this agreement would just simply benefited both parties.

You never wanted to marry. After your past relationships you had enough of your trust being broken, and you didn’t think it was even possible to trust anyone at this point. Namjoon never really wanted to raise a family. He did not want kids and had dreams and goals he would still like to pursue himself. But financial-wise, neither any of you were ready to be let go from your respective families if you chose to disagree. 

The ceremony of your wedding day was almost perfect. You were glad that the Kims let you get involved in the preparation, even though it was just as minimum as choosing some few options. The wedding theme was actually what you had always picture a fairytale wedding would be. The beautiful garden theme inside a dim lit ballroom, light periwinkle decorations. Despite not wanting one, a girl could dream, right? 

You barely remembered saying your vows, barely registered the way Kim Namjoon had slipped the ring onto your finger, his touch fleeting, impersonal. The cameras had captured smiles that weren’t real, a picture perfect couple that didn’t exist. Your kiss was merely a touch, but at least you were not crying on your wedding day. 

The night at the hotel, your husband spent the night sleeping on the couch. You were unsure if it was because he did not want to make you uncomfortable, or if it was due to him just resenting you as a person. 

And it had been like that for almost half a year now. You had separate bedrooms in your house, despite your wedding picture being displayed on the biggest frame they could get. Both of you and Namjoon barely had any conversation and barely even see each other when you were together in the house. 

Your life with Namjoon had settled into a quiet routine. Cordial but distant, polite but impersonal. He was never cruel, never dismissive, and yet there was always an invisible wall between you. He never spoke harshly. Never raised his voice. Never ignored you outright. But he also never sought you out unless necessary.

Most nights, you dined together out of obligation, sitting across from each other in an expensive yet cold dining room, exchanging words only when required. You weren’t strangers, but you weren’t partners either.

Yet, Namjoon was kind. In ways that were small but undeniable. He always made sure your morning tea was just the way you liked it, setting it on the kitchen counter before he left for work. He never invaded your space, never made you feel uncomfortable in your own home. If he noticed you were exhausted, he would quietly order dinner so you wouldn’t have to cook. If you fell asleep on the couch, he would drape a blanket over you before retreating to his own room.

It wasn’t love but it wasn’t cruelty either. 

And you were content with it. 

Then something happened at the worst possible time.

You and Namjoon had been carefully avoiding another confrontation, balancing on the razor thin edge of whatever this thing between you had become. But the universe had other plans.

The two of you had been at yet another corporate event, one of those weekend retreats meant to foster “unity” among business partners. You had spent most of the evening keeping your distance, exchanging polite words when necessary but never lingering.

That was until the storm hit. Heavy rain poured outside, thunder rumbling in the distance. The venue was a secluded estate in the countryside, and thanks to the storm, most of the guests had either left early or locked themselves in their rooms for the night.

You hadn’t planned to stay long and either had Namjoon. But when you returned to your designated guest room, you found him there. Standing by the window, his phone in hand, expression tense.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, brows furrowing.

Namjoon exhaled, turning to face you. “There was a mix up. Apparently, we were booked into the same room.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?!”

“I already spoke to the staff.” He said, voice tight. “All the other rooms are taken.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to say he would find another way. That he’d sleep in the lobby, the car, anywhere else. But then again, you couldn’t really blame him. Both of you booking a separate room was already weird enough. Him having to demand for it again would make it look even worse. 

“We’ll just have to deal with it for tonight.”

Your pulse pounded. “There’s only one bed.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I noticed.”

The tension in the room thickened, suffocating, neither of you knowing how to navigate this. You were used to distance. Used to space. But now, with a locked door and a storm raging outside, there was none.

You swallowed. “I’ll take the couch.”

Namjoon frowned. “It’s barely big enough to sit on, let alone sleep.”

“I’ll manage.”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Don’t be stubborn. Take the bed.”

“Your body is literally bigger than mine. I’ll take the couch.” You insisted. 

To be frank you weren’t sure what would be worse, sleeping next to him and pretending you didn’t feel every inch of space between you, or letting him sleep there alone and knowing you had chosen to not try to better your relationship. 

Namjoon watched you carefully, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, after a long pause, he exhaled sharply. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Your head snapped up. “What? No!”

“I’m not taking the bed…” He said firmly. “And you’re not sleeping on that couch.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes told you it was useless.

Without another word, Namjoon grabbed a spare pillow, tossed it onto the floor, and lay down, one arm resting over his forehead. You stood there, frozen, watching the rise and fall of his chest, the tension in his jaw.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be alone with him like this. And yet, as you slowly climbed into bed, lying stiffly on one side, you just couldn’t ignore the way his presence felt too close. As the storm continued outside, neither of you spoke.

Neither of you moved. Neither of you slept either.

“Namjoon,” You called softly. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah, why?” The way his voice didn’t sound hoarse at all. You knew he was wide awake the entire time. 

“Aren’t you cold? I… I think there’s enough space up here if you want…” You hesitated. 

“Don’t worry about me, just get some rest.” 

“No.” You paused. “I am worried.” 

There was a small pause coming from the guy underneath as well before he spoke again. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” Was all you said. 

You didn’t dare to look at him, but you heard his movement before feeling the mattress dipped with weight next to you. Your back was facing him, body under the covers. It didn’t seem like he slipped under it, probably too afraid to make you uncomfortable in any way. 

So you took action and got up, dragged the blanket over so it could cover his body too, before going back to your previous position. You didn’t get the chance to catch his reaction. 

“You know…” You suddenly said. You didn’t know what came over you tonight for being so bold. “That night on our first dinner… It wasn’t me. My parents booked it without telling…”

You felt his body turned to your direction, but you still refused to look at him. 

“I know.” He replied gently. 

“I’m sorry, if you ever feel used by me or my family.” 

“Neither one of our families are innocent.” He sighed. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this as well.”

You didn’t know why but the way he talked suddenly made your heart race. “Good night.” You said, quickly ending the conversation with your back still facing him. 

“Good night.” He replied shortly. 

You woke up when you felt an arm just suddenly draped around your body. You weren’t too sure of what to do. Would it be offensive if you refuse? Should you just let him be? He pulled you even closer before you even had the chance to say anything. 

Now being fully in his embrace, your back against his hard chest, you could quite literally feel his heartbeat. 

Heat pooled in your stomach, you were getting anxious. Worse, you were starting to feel hot. Surely, you didn’t want Namjoon to feel you being all sweaty. 

“Namjoon…” You called, in hopes to wake him. 

No response. 

“Joon…” You called again. Although this time, you didn’t know where did you start picking up the nickname his family used. 

“Are you uncomfortable?” 

Again, you didn’t fail to notice the lack of hoarseness in his voice. So he had been awake for some time. 

Oddly enough, you were not uncomfortable. 

Actually, it was quite the opposite. 

“No.” You replied, simultaneously feeling his heartbeat getting faster in return. 

“It’s warmer like this.” He said. 

“You’re right.” 

Both of you stayed like that for almost two hours before getting up. Somehow sleeping in his arms felt natural. Too natural that it started to weird you out. The way your heart was acting up and the butterflies churning your stomach. Clearly something had shifted inside you. Whatever happened was so cliche, but you didn’t hate it. 

It did cause some unwanted changes in your life though. 

Now your dinner became awkward, as you could barely hold eye contact with your supposed husband. You avoid any communications even more than how it was before. You started to feel scared by your own thoughts. Creeping in your head like a disease. 

Deep down you always thought that Namjoon at least despised you, even just a little bit. After all, he knew how much your family benefited from your marriage. Even though he was never rude to you, a normal guy who was most importantly was your legal husband, would at least try to do something. The fact that in the whole six months that was all he ever did to you just proved how undesirable you were in his eyes. 

You had to scold yourself mentally for being a hormonal mess for even thinking like that. 

Tonight, Namjoon seemed tensed. The frown never left his face the whole dinner. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked cautiously.

He hesitated, then sighed. “Met my parents today.”

You looked at him cautiously. 

“They want to know why we still…” He trailed off, rubbing his temple. “Why we act like strangers in front of them. They even said that at this rate they were never gonna see any grandkids…”

Your throat tightened. “And what did you say?”

Namjoon looked at you then, his gaze unreadable. “I told them we were trying. At least we fooled the investors.”

Something about those words stung more than they should have.

You scoffed, trying to mask the hurt creeping into your voice. “Trying? That’s funny. Because to me, it still feels like we’re just pretending.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightened. “Is that really what you think?”

“What else am I supposed to think?!” Your voice was rising now, the emotions you had kept buried for months bubbling to the surface. “We’ve been married for six months, Namjoon. And we still act like this! Like two people who don’t know how to be in the same room without feeling awkward.”

His expression darkened, frustration flickering in his eyes. “I’ve been trying to make this easier for you.” He said, voice steady but firm. “I’ve respected your space. I’ve never forced you into anything. Now you’re mad because I didn’t push you harder???”

“That’s not what I’m saying…” You shot back, though you weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore. 

Namjoon exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Then what are you saying?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Because the truth was, you didn’t know either. All you knew was that somewhere along the way, this had stopped feeling like a burden and started feeling like something much more complicated and you were terrified. 

So you did what you would usually do. The only way you knew to cope with this situation. 

“You wouldn’t marry me anyway if your parents didn’t threaten to shut down your collapsing art gallery.”

Namjoon didn’t say anything, only stood up and left without finishing his food. What you said technically was not a lie, but you still went out of the line. 

Things didn’t go back to normal after that night.

Namjoon was becoming distant, but not in the way he had been before. This wasn’t avoidance and restraint. Like he was holding something back, like he didn’t trust himself around you anymore. And you? You were no better. The way he looked at you that night right before he left, was still lingering in your memory. 

Instead of addressing it, you both fell into a new pattern. 

You both still had to go to a company’s daughter’s wedding. Despite the situation, it seemed like both of you were trained well to the point that you could act like the happiest couple in the world on command just like that. 

The celebration was held in this five-star hotel. Invitation list was long, so meeting an old acquaintance was bound to happen. 

Seojun was an old acquaintance, nothing more, but the moment he leaned in too closely, his hand brushing your arm as he laughed at something you had said, you felt a presence behind you shifted. You didn’t have to turn around to know Namjoon was watching.

When Seojun’s fingers skimmed over your wrist, guiding you toward the dance floor, you finally turned and locked eyes with your husband.

His jaw was tight, his fingers curled around his glass with barely concealed restraint. He seemed… angry. Not annoyed. Not indifferent. Angry. This was a first. 

Then he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

When you returned home, Namjoon was already there, tie discarded, sleeves rolled up. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at nothing in particular. You hesitated in the doorway, waiting for him to acknowledge you.

“So, are we going to talk about it?” You asked, carefully watching your tone. 

Namjoon let out a low breath. “Talk about what?”

You clenched your fists. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like you weren’t—”

“Weren’t what?” He finally looked at you, eyes dark, unreadable. “Bothered? Jealous?” He scoffed. “You don’t want me to act like your husband, so why does it matter?”

Your heart pounded. “Because—”

“Because???” He took a slow step forward. “Say it.”

You couldn’t. Because saying it meant accepting that whatever this was between you wasn’t just circumstantial. It wasn’t just an arrangement anymore. So you did what you always did. You turned away.

But this time, Namjoon didn’t let you.

Before you could step past him, his fingers wrapped around your wrist. It wasn’t harsh, he just held it softly, demanding your attention.

“I don’t hate you.” He said quietly.

Your heart dropped.

“I never have.”

And just like that, the walls you had built started to crumble. 

You spent the night crying in your room. You were confused and mostly scared. You already knew what was becoming of you. You were not a little kid anymore, you knew exactly what you were feeling and why at this point. 

When in the morning you saw no tea was prepared for you, you quickly gave his room a knock. 

“Namjoon?” you asked softly. 

The door cracked open and he paused in the doorway, glancing at you before sighing deeply. His hair was messy and eyebags could be seen decorating his handsome features. “Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.” 

As you awkwardly sat on his bed, you couldn’t help but to look around. To think that this was the very first time you stepped in this room in over six months of living in this house. 

“I don’t know how to do this anymore.” His voice was quiet but firm, a mix of frustration and something else you couldn’t place.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Do what?”

“This… Us.” His gaze dropped to the floor, his hands tightening into fists by his side. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t want more. I can’t keep pretending that everything we’ve been doing is enough.”

You held your breath, fear creeping into your chest as his words sank in. “Joon…”

“I don’t know how to do this right, but I want to. I don’t want to hold back anymore. I’m not asking you to be ready, but I need you to know that this…” He hesitated, his words heavy. “I feel like it’s real.”

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. You just stared at him, letting his words wash over you. He was laying it out, raw and vulnerable, and you could feel the weight of it pressing against your chest.

“I don’t know what this means for us, or how this will turn out, but I’m tired of holding back. I need to know if you feel the same.” He said, his voice gentler now. 

You were quiet for a long time, every part of you torn between fear and something you couldn’t name. A desire for something more, something real.

“I don’t know if I’m ready either…” You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t pretend like I don’t feel it too.”

Namjoon’s eyes softened, his hand slowly reaching out toward you. You didn’t pull away this time. Instead, you let him touch your hand. The contact gave you shivers.

“I’m not asking for answers, I’m just asking you to take a chance with me.”

You felt the weight of his words, the sincerity behind them, and without realizing it, you found yourself leaning closer to him. You didn’t know what would happen after tonight, but you knew that for the first time, you were willing to find out.

Without a word, Namjoon closed the space between you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch was hesitant at first, as though he was waiting for some sign from you. Then with a slow exhale you closed your eyes and leaned into him, returning the kiss with the same amount of passion. A tear escaped your left eye. His thumb was quick to swipe them away. 

“You’re not alone in this.” He said, hands still holding your face, as if you were to break if he ever let go. “Not anymore.”

And with that, you knew there was no going back. You had taken the leap. And now you would figure out the rest of this together.

Thank you for reading! 🖤

[pupyuj]

imagine dom!g!p!liz x sub!reader overstim , liz using reader for her pleasure :(( poor reader starts crying but liz still doesn't stop :(( pls do this I will cry

THANK GOD i dug deep into my inbox bcs if i didn’t see this i would have thought that you guys don’t want to see nothing but yujin and wonyoung from me 😭😭😭 that being said I NEED MORE JIWON, GAEUL, AND REI ASKS THROWN MY WAY 😞😞💔

[cw: dubcon, g!p liz, blowjob, unhealthy power dynamic.]

sexually frustrated nervous wreck of a senior jiwonie x blissfully unaware moony-eyed trainee reader, my beloveds 🫠🫠

having jiwon as your #1 idol of all time bcs you thought she was just like you!! so shy and adorably clumsy, but was born with a boatload of talent for performing and singing!! hell, wony and yuj might be the reason you chose starship out of all the companies that attempted to recruit you but jiwon is really the girl that made you stay and commit your hardwork and efforts to the company! 🥺 and ofc jiwon was quick to acknowledge and express her gratitude for your support, verbally too!

jiwon didn’t know it then but your starstruck eyes that you couldn’t keep off of her really unlocked something inside her… 😵‍💫

but getting closer and closer until the two of you were the best of friends… hanging out outside of the company building, having places and things you can call as your guys’ places and things, taking silly pictures of each other in your respective phones and cameras, helping each other through the hardest hurdles of your lives 🥰🥰 seems all fine and dandy, right?? but you didn’t know that one day you would be helping jiwon with so much more than you can handle! 🫣

why, one day you were feeding each other ice cream while watching a classic chick flick when you noticed that jiwon seemed to be so down, something about stupid hurtful comments online affecting her self-esteem :(( she apologized for being such a mood killer but she really didn't need to! and she doesn't have to be anymore bcs you told her you'd do anything to cheer her up and make her smile again, such a pure girl you are! 🥺

unfortunately for you, you really didn't expect that sucking her dick with your little inexperienced mouth would be the one thing that would comfort her! :(( the cuddling was fine, even the kisses were okay... but grabbing your hair and putting your face against her crotch and forcing her dick down your throat?? that was a bit much... but if it meant making your jiwon-unnie happy? ofc you'd do it as best as you could! 🤭🤭

you didn't even have to worry about not knowing how to do any of this! jiwonie will guide you herself! 😍 nails attached to your scalp, controlling your pace, holding you down when it feels too good, telling you all about how good you were making her feel and all the different things you could do to make it all better for her 😍😍 she wouldn't even care that you're choking on her cum :(( she'll barely even give you a break before invading your mouth again, completely forgetting that not only were you her precious junior but also her friend <//3 you're just a pretty toy for her to use and play with now :((

definitely abuses your cunt when she gets the chance too, are you kidding 😭😭 jiwonie never wanted to admit but she has always looked at you inappropriately but just never wanted to give in to her desires until now and it was partly your fault bcs you were so nice and kind… how could jiwon not take advantage of that? ☹️ and you’re laying face down on her bed with your ass up feeling so torn bcs it really, really hurt when jiwonie’s just mindlessly ramming her cock inside you but your knuckles are turning white gripping the sheets out of pure pleasure, and you’re screaming her name so beautifully so you obviously want more, right??

and it’s weird bcs yeah the things she’s doing to you are wrong but she’s still so sweet to you?? she apologizes multiple times while using you to get off and cares for you so well afterwards that you don’t want to resist or say anything when she starts touching you again 🫠

[pyfsan]

You're my best friend

Synopsis: Your mother makes you attend a trip with your family's friends after your break up with your boyfriend. You don't want to talk or see anyone. Except, maybe, Jake... your childhood best friend

Pairing: bff!jake x reader

Genre: smut, kinda fluff (idk???

wc: 3k

warnings: oral (fem rec), sex with no protection (don't do thiiiiss), nipple sucking, friends to ??? dynamics, family gathering ambient, jake is soooo down for her

N/A: honestly there's not much to warn in this one, i feel like it's vanilla but in a good way!!! Please bare with me —smut under the cut

You had just broken up a long term relationship and you're feeling like shit. It has been weeks since that happened but still you were so lost, it feels like yesterday... still your parents insisted on this stupid trip anyway.

"Jake and Julia will be there!" Your mom tells you with a big smile like it was supposed to make you excited too. But you have known Jake and Julia for your whole life now, you're not exactly jumping with the idea of seeing them again.

"Mom, I'm not feeling like family trip right now... please! They'll ask questions and I don't wanna talk about it"

"Then don't talk about it!" She says as if it was that simple. You sigh "You're going. I'm not traveling and leaving my daughter alone here to rot and starve herself for a whole week"

"Fine! Fuck" you say as you walk to room so you pack up your things.

You left before dawn and arrived at the lake house on the evening. Your family's friends were already there, since they also had the keys to the house. Your moms were childhood friends so the families were this close since before you, julia or jake were even born. You loved them, truly, you could not picture your life without them, but right now you are not in the mood to family gathering, dinner at the table and small talk.

"You look disgusting" was the first thing jake said when you arrived. Sure you look bad after weeks suffering with this fucking break up thing you had going on...

"And you smell bad" you say back going straight inside with your backpack on your back.

"Is everything ok?" He asks, getting the heavy backpack off your shoulder to get it upstairs. You bet an eye on him again before seeing Julia getting downstairs. You two hug and she starts talking so you feel glad you don't need to answer Jake's question.

Dinner is torturing, your dad let it slip that you and your boyfriend broke up and you can see pity in everyone's face. They try to ignore the matter after noticing you are almost crying at the table but still... the way they kept eyeing you made it worse. So you just left dinner early and went to your room to crawl on your bed.

Some time later the door opens and you see Julia and her brother entering with bottles of wine in their hands and you can't help but smile. It was a you guys thing to drink hidden in your rooms late at night.

They crawl up the bed with stupid grins that makes you laugh and jake opens up the first bottle.

"When were you going to tell us about the breakup?" Jake starts and julia slaps her brother's arm

"I was preparing myself... sure wouldn't be at the dinner table" you sigh before leading the bottle of wine to your lips. "Just forget you know about it, ok? I don't wanna talk about this tonight"

"And what about tomorrow?" This time Julia raises an eyebrow to you and Jake is the one scolding his sister.

"I don't know. We'll see... but tonight let's just drink, I wanna forget this stupid breakup, I wanna forget him" you say and instantly feel a release for saying these words out loud.

And as the good friends they are, they answer your call. So the three of you spend half the night drinking until two bottles of wine are empty and dry rolling on the floor and you are laid-back with your head hanging out of the bed with Julia. Jake is sitting on the floor near you. You're laughing so hard you feel your ears burn as he starts imitating the way his sister's hands were trembling to talk to some friend of his the other day.

"So this is your thing now? Getting boys to your little sister?" You raise a brow and he gets defensive.

"She's not little, we're exactly the same age!" He explains himself. "And I only did that once because he was a nice guy"

"Can you get me one of these?" You ask, pouting at him but jake suddenly goes awkward.

"I think you're busy right now" he says with a dying smile that gives you shivers. But you ignore that weird feeling and his weird stare

"You're stupid" Julia rolls her eyes before getting up the bed. "To your information I had a fever that day."

"Ok grandma, I'm sure you did" her brother says sarcastic. The thing with Julia is that she's never kissed a guy before and everytime jake jokes about her shyness, she gets angry.

"Fuck it... I'm going to bed" julia stands up leaving the room.

"Damn, she's mad" you murmur to yourself as you watch your friend almost slamming the door. "You shouldn't have messed with her tonight, i need her around" you whine, pushing jake by the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm still here" he protests.

"And what about it? Me and julia would spoon all night"

Jake sighs before standing up and climbing the bed. You watch in silence as he gets himself under your covers.

"Just until you fall asleep" jake justifies when you open your mouth to protest.

No matter how close you are, this is not common. You would share beds as kids or before puberty, but since Jake's voice started changing and your breasts started growing you were both too aware of the fact that you were not actually siblings. Sure you never felt or thought anything about him, you actually got sick of the idea when both your parents would make jokes about you two getting married someday. But you guess cuddling a little won't hurt anyone, specially tonight when you're feeling so lonely.

You accept his cuddle and get yourself under the covers too, feeling his arms embrace your body. It feels cozy and warm and jake is smelling like alcohol.

"You smell like my grandpa right now, pure alcohol" you whisper and he chuckles, his hot breath hitting your neck and giving you shivers

"And you smell nice" he whispers too and you suddenly get the urge to hide your expressions from him so you just force yourself to not smile. "Bryce is fucking stupid for breaking up with you" oh, there it is... you almost sigh but you hold it in, too nervous by the closeness to his body to actually move an inch.

"How'd you know he did it?" Your voice is so low that he almost can't hear you but he does anyway.

"You wouldn't be drinking and crying if you were the one to do it" jake guesses

"Let's not talk about this. I wanna forget him" you say after some awkward seconds in silence.

"Okay" he nods behind you. "Can you turn to face me?" He asks and you feel your body stiffing. You don't know if you can actually face him this close so you hesitate in your place. But then you feel his hand moving from your stomach to your waist and all of a sudden the air smells different. "Y/n" he calls you

You flip your body in one quick move and then you're face to face. You can see him even in the dark, knowing his face so well you don't need much time to recognize his expression.

"Jaeyun" you let slip your voice as he touches your waist again.

"Is it ok?" He asks massaging your skin under your shirt, squeezing it softly with his slender fingers. You nod quietly, feeling shy. "Relax, it's ok" he whispers encouraging you to close your eyes and you do it.

You close your eyes, feeling your muscles ease under his touch. You allow yourself to get comfortable in this situation, even thou there's a sound far away inside your brain yelling to you that this is not ok. Jake is not allowed. This is not an innocent act. But you choose to ignore it, you lie to yourself that this is in fact an innocent act. Until you feel his lips against your own. Until his tongue is parting its way inside your mouth. Until you're guiding your hand to hold his neck. Then you start lying to yourself that jake is allowed and that this is in fact ok.

He traces his way until he's above your body, pressing you down on the mattress with his weight, but you don't even care. He's stupidly hot right now and his mouth is doing wonders to you. Your face is heated, your body is on fire and his tongue is the only thing that can put out that fire.

You find yourself giving up of that thought at the back of your head telling to end whatever this is. Oh no, you're not doing that. You let him pull your shirt up and taste your skin, you let him suck your nipples and let him touch between your legs. In fact, you take his clothes off with your own hands when you find him taking little too long to get there. Jake himself is in awe watching the way you move so swiftly as you undress both of you.

"You're so hot" he says in a way he sounds like not even him was expecting to confess this. You look at your friend, suddenly too aware that this is the guy you've known for your whole life and had a room at your family's house. He looks at you the same way, but not feeling afraid of this fact.

His hands are now on your face and jake gets close again, his lips touching yours softly and making you forget that you are literally at your panties in bed with him. You touch his slin body, feeling with your hands the flesh you've seen only by far but feel like you know every inch of it. You've seen him shirtless around the house, by the pool, at the beach a million times, however you've never thought that he would feel so good on you.

Jake lays on top of you, wearing nothing but his boxers and everytime he presses his hips on yours, you wish this little piece of fabric would vanish.

"Jaeyun" you call him, starting to get uncomfortable with your sticky panties.

"If you keep calling me like that i will think of you like this everytime you say my name" he says as he slips his boxers away and you try to act cool about it. You wanna look at his size, you wanna see how your childhood friend actually is before he is stuffing his cock inside you for real. "What?" He notices your looks.

"This is crazy" you mumble looking at him on his knees between your open legs, hard cock and heavy balls. Not gonna lie, you're blushing.

"Still want me to do it?" He asks, running his hands smoothly on your legs. Although he is asking a question you don't feel like he is not certain of what he wants. "Please, let me do it" oh my god, you're so fucked up. Jake waits for you to say something but you actually just pull your panties down and off, opening your legs for him again.

With no words needed he gets down, face disappearing between your tights. You were not expecting this, so you are chocked when his puffy lips touches your wet cunt for the first time.

"This is crazy" you repeat yourself but this time it sounds more like a moan.

He takes this as a compliment and starts working his tongue on you, nose pressing on your clit time and time again making you almost squirm. He's moving like a feral, mouth eating your entire pussy like it was nothing, it actually makes you drip even more. But this is not what you need right now, you want him to end this madness already. All this making you so horny and it starts to feel like guilty because this should not be happening. So the sooner he fucks you, the sooner it ends.

"Please, come up" you say, poking him with a finger. Jake stands on his knees again, a little confused on why'd you stop if he knows you were feeling good. "I just want you to fuck me and end with this, ok?"

"Oh... fine" he whispers back.

You choose to do it in the same position you were cuddling earlier, his chest against you back. Jake slips his cock into you with ease and holds your upper leg open in the air so the angle is better. When he starts picking his pace you close your eyes tight. It all feels so good it's frustrating... when the bed makes a sound you look at him on alert but his stupid ass only let out a smirk and continues to fuck you.

"This is too loud" you whisper over your shoulder.

"Shut up, no one hears a thing around this house" jake sounds carefree

"How'd you know that?" you ask still scared someone will notice the noise but he doesn't give a fuck...

"My own experience" he says and holds your left boob to play with your nipple with his fingers. It makes you moan instinctively and he smiles with that.

"You're ridiculous" you sigh.

You wake up next day with your mouth dry and head feeling heavy. You did not drink enough for a hangover but still... you guess that wine is just not for you. Then you notice you're fully naked and your underwear is on the ground together with the rest of your clothes. That's when you recall. Jake was here, he has been on this bed and now is somewhere in the house acting innocent around your families. As if he hasn't spend half the night making you moan and squirm over his veiny cock. Oh your head hurts just by the thought...

You get up the bed to get ready for breakfast although probably everybody else have already eaten. So you take a quick shower and get dressed before swallowing your shame and walking downstairs. It's 10pm, your moms are watching tv in the living room with julia and dads are on the kitchen preparing some fishing equipment with jake.

"Good morning, sweetheart" your dad greets you and you smile at him before looking at jake at the counter. He eyes you back as if he's about to say out loud for everyone to hear that he fucked you last night.

"What" he mimics with his mouth over to you and you roll back your eyes. Jake chuckles then goes back to ignoring you.

You go to the fridge and prepare yourself something for breakfast then walk back to the living room to stay with the girls. Julia was making bracelets so you join her after eating your bowl of cereal.

"Who's fishing today?" Julia's dad enters the living room. He was talking to you girls as you always join them when they go fishing on boat, but today you're not really interested in sitting on a limited space with jake.

"I am" julia says standing up quickly. She looks at you, waiting for your excited words too. And when your moms both look at you too you feel pressured.

"I am" you say as you stand up.

Five of you walk out the house, jake approaches you and leaves a bucket on your hand.

"You're doing nothing" he says annoyingly before leaving to walk ahead of you. You wanna start throwing fist right there but you suddenly remember the sound of his whimper and you freeze on place.

This was driving you crazy. Everytime someone looked at you was like they knew what you did and everytime jake would say something was like he was bragging about it. But in fact... no one knows, only you two. And maybe this was even worse considering that jake was the type to act dramatically mysterious when he had a secret. You were doomed.

The group finally gather inside the boat and your dad starts the engines to get it to the middle of the lake. Julia and jake both sit beside you and it makes you nervous again. You look at the view on his side, just as excuse to see him at your panoramic view and he looks as normal as ever. Not carefree, nor mysterious, nor like he's plotting something, not even stressed like you.

"What you looking at?" he asks cockingly but with a smirk after he notice his sister walking away from you. And when you take a bit to respond he leans more to you and whisper in your ear "bet you're thinking about me naked" oh great now your face is red. He is laughing when you face him again and it makes it all even worse. Not that you were thinking of him naked, but was it necessary to out you like that?

"Can you not say stuff like that around everyone?" You whisper back with a serious face and jake starts acting innocent again which is common but still annoying. "I'm being serious, this shouldn't have happened" and that's when his face changes.

"So you regret last night?" He asks with his voice low.

"What the fuck do you think?" You're whispering to him but avoiding eye contact at this point "stop trying to tease me, it won't work" you tell him and leave to sit next to julia on the bow.

For the next two hours you avoid talking or even looking at him. Which is difficult, almost impossible, but you try anyway. And when your dad finally calls it a day to get back to the house, you're feeling drained. You knew it was going to be exhausting to be around people after the breakup but you never thought jake would be the reason.

This stupid guy who you've seen eating nose snot is now looking at you like he would open your bra with the power of his mind only if he could and for the first time in your life this is a real problem. Getting railed is a problem.

[rcvcgers]

Rotten Apples, pt. 3

part one part two

pairing: caleb x non!mc reader

synopsis: you go out with caleb but things turn south.

word count: 8.1k words

warnings: extreme loathing, kinda funny, sad at the end, a good mix of everything! a hint of foreplay! mentions of death! not proofread!

author's note: hi all! this is a bit on the longer side so i apologize! part four is most definitely in the works, though! i hope you enjoy the chapter! i hope i got everyone who asked to be tagged! please yell at me if i forgot you!

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Seven o’clock is approaching fast and you have yet to find anything to wear. Your closet has been emptied, clothes scattered across the vinyl flooring of your apartment. Dresses, pants, and blouses fill in the blank spaces of the floor. You tip toe around the messily laid out outfits, sending pictures to your closest friend for her opinion,

It doesn’t really surprise you when she video calls you, laughing at how seriously you’re taking this dinner.

“Are you trying to impress him?” Your friend snorts. You prop your phone against a book on the counter. “I thought you didn’t like him?”

“I don’t,” your response is immediate and snappy, “I would like to have a nice dinner, though.”

“How do you know you’re actually going out to dinner? What if he’s there to kill you, you know, like some serial killer type shit.”

“He is our beloved Colonel, after all. I can’t pass up the opportunity he’s handing to me.”

“An opportunity to what? Find another military sugar daddy that wants you on his arm? Bitch, please,” Your friend rolls her eyes and shakes her head when you hold a red dress to your body. “I don’t think you should go. My expertise tells me that this is a bad idea.”

“Your expertise?” You throw your head back and laugh. “Your expertise from what? All of the true crime documentaries you’ve watched?”

“Yes, actually,” she proudly states, a ‘fuck you’ smile spreading across her face.

“I’m going,” a fake smile spreads across your face when you glance at yourself in the mirror. “It’s a free meal. I’m not going to pass it up!”

“You’re making a major mistake! You should go in sweatpants. Put in no effort whatsoever. He’s the guy you’ve been trying to forget, right?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, glancing at her face on the phone screen, “he’s kind of hard to forget, though. He’s—”

“A dreamboat? Got you a single butterfly toy when you were kids? Has the prettiest eyes? This is going to end up horribly and you know it. I’m not going to stop you…just don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart.” Your friend hangs up after that.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, eyes focused on the dress that you hold up in front of yourself. It slips out of your sight and your eyes drop down to the baggy sweatpants you have on.

They haven’t been washed in a couple days and there’s a stain from the takeout you ordered the other day when your favorite show had its season premiere.

Sweatpants, you roll your eyes with a chuckle, he’d hate that.

A slow smile spreads across your face. Maybe you will be in sweatpants and the shirt you sleep in when he shows up. You never agreed to the dinner, after all. What could Caleb possibly be expecting from you?

It’s not like this dinner is going to solve all of your problems. It’s not going to wash away the sins he’s committed against you nor will it bring you much solace even if things go well.

A black dress catches your attention from the corner of your eye. The hanger finds itself between your fingers. you slowly lift it into the air, silently examining it, before holding the dress against your body. Your steps are slow and meticulous. They’re almost hesitant to see what it looks like on you.

Your hands trail across the soft fabric of the dress. It has a box neckline, cutting low on your chest, with long sleeves, and a skirt that stops just halfway down your thigh. You squint at the dress, familiarity tingling in the back of your mind.

It couldn’t be…no…right?

The dress falls to the floor. It pools at your feet, your body shuddering. You grasp the spot over your heart, feeling the beats speed up. A faint ringing buzzes in your ears. You didn’t expect to see the black garment in your closet.

Did your mother pack it without you knowing? She was horrendously overbearing while you packed your room up. The move from Linkon to Skyhaven was brutal on her. She had almost convinced your father to follow you so she can have the peace of mind knowing that you know somebody there. Thankfully, he talked her down, but it didn’t make her maternal instincts go away.

Out of all the things she helped pack for you: did she have to pack that dress?

Grumbling obscenities under your breath, you cleaned your apartment, wasting time.

You simply weren’t going to go. Your friend was right, all this is going to do is bring back bad memories and ruin your night. With the floors now cleared and free from your disastrous attempt at fashion, you flop onto the couch, kicking your feet up onto the coffee table. The television switches on, the laughs from Skyhaven’s news anchors filling the silence of your apartment. You roll your eyes and click to the next channel. A reality show pops up with older white woman screaming at each other.

It’s trash but it works.

You grab your phone and the screen lights up. Just as fate has it, a notification pings, the banner floating at the top of the screen. You don’t recognize the number and shrug it off, swiping it away. You move to a familiar app and begin to play the game.

It only feels like a few minutes, when in actuality it’s been an hour, when there’s a knock at the door. The sound floats in the air before it comes again, much more demanding this time. You turn around, looking over the edge of the couch you have sunken into, and raise an eyebrow.

An uncomfortable silence fills the air. The knocks don’t continue nor can you hear anyone, like your landlord, calling your name. There are no alarms and no sound of chaos from the hallway.

Huh. Weird.

 You turn back to your game, groaning when your tiny character falls off the platform and into the lasers below. You chuck your phone into the other side of the couch, head rolling back and over the arm rest. You stare at the door, laughing to yourself.

That would be so fucking crazy if that were Caleb at the door. How would he even know where to find you? You definitely didn’t tell him where you live nor did you confirm this dinner he invited you on.

Life is weird though. Dead men come back to life and they suddenly pay attention to you. What’s even crazier is that the dead man wants to see you tonight.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Your body jumps from the couch, the sudden sound scaring you back to life. You land on your feet, sharp pain shooting through your ankles. You gasp and collapse back onto the couch, loudly whining.

You hear your name through the door followed by continuous knocking. Quickly making your way to the door, you swing up open and quickly dodge a balled fist that misses the door.

“Woah!” Caleb’s voice causes you to groan. “I almost got you there! Sorry about that!”

Your eyes narrow at him and that damn charming smile of his. You lean against the doorframe, pulling the door to your side to block the view of your messy apartment. Caleb’s a head taller than you, though, so your efforts are in vain as he cranes his chin up, looking inside.

“How did you find my apartment? How the fuck do you know where I live?” You ask, completely baffled by his presence.

“I may or may not have abused my power when you didn’t answer my texts,” he says it so casually that even you think that what he did was okay. You blink for a couple seconds, comprehending what he just said, when your eyes get caught on his outfit.

He wears black dress pants matched with a white dress shirt. He sports a black jacket over his arms and shoulders with no tie hanging around his neck. unconsciously, your eyes drift to the collar of his shirt. You expect to see a certain silver necklace around his neck, one that you’ve seen in countless social media photos.

It isn’t around his neck.

Hope strikes your heart, causing it to skip a beat. Your cheeks heat up.

You hate how easy it is for you to like him again. Is the bar that low that him opting not to wear a necklace has you wanting to go to dinner with him?

Fortify your mental walls, dammit! Do not give in to the temptation that is Caleb!

“I love the sweatpants look. Very classy. But you should probably change, our reservation is in thirty minutes,” his purple eyes scan the small sliver of your apartment.

It’s actually a lot different than from what he initially imagined. The couch is in the middle of the room with the television pushed up against the wall. Behind the couch is a small table with two chairs. He assumes that the kitchen is to the right of it because your bedroom is to the left. The walls are somewhat bare. Only a few pictures and decor hang from them.

At least your place feels alive and lived in compared to his.

You raise an eyebrow. He mimics you with a chuckle. You purse your lips and Caleb has to mentally tell himself to not close the distance and kiss you.

“A reservation?” He nods in response to your question. “I can’t. My heater broke I’m…waiting for maintenance to come by and fix it.”

“I can fix it,” his reply is immediate.

“No, it’s fine, really—”

“It’ll take me five minutes! You can get dressed while I fix it,” he speaks over you so casually as if this were everyday banter between you two.

It’s like that with his pipsqueak, but never you.

Caleb pushes some of his weight onto the door but you push back. He stops and looks down at down, brows furrowed.

Why won’t you let me help you? He thinks to himself.

Caleb rests a hand on the door, palm flat and fingers stretched out. He leans down and inspects your face.

You wear a large frown which is matched with a deadly glare, one that he isn’t particularly fond of since your years together in high school. Your eyes keep moving away from his, looking everywhere but at him, and he frowns.

“You’re lying to me,” Caleb states. His posture straightens, arms crossed over his chest. You match his posture, throwing him a dirty look.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes. Yes you are,” he leans down to your eye level. You get a closer look at his eyes, noticing that the gold you saw before is actually more of a bronze. Perhaps he’s never been a golden boy this whole time. Your hardened expression falters. “Go get changed. I’ll wait inside for you.”

Caleb takes a step towards you, the door creaking open. Your hand smacks against his chest, right on top of his heart. His heart thumps inside his chest. Your fingers involuntary curl into his chest, pushing him back. Your eyes remain trained on the top button of his shirt.

“No,” you say, finally looking up into his big eyes. “Stay…right here.” You swipe your foot in a line in front of your apartment door. He watches then looks back up at you. “Don’t cross this line. I’ll be right back.”

You slam the door in his face and quickly lock it. Caleb stands out in the hallway. He blinks at the door, unsure of what just happened, and turns around to face the hallway.

Progress. That’s what this is. It’s progress. Progress towards you two reigniting the spark of friendship. The Colonel hopes it turns into something more. He needs it to be more than slammed doors and tense moments in interrogation rooms and apartment hallways.

Caleb watches as people pass by in the hallway. He can’t hear you inside, most likely deep inside your bedroom getting changed.

Getting ready for him.

The thought of you getting all dolled up for him gets Caleb excited. His smile grows with every passing second. A few men walk by and Caleb makes for sure to glare at them, arms crossed, chest puffed out, asserting dominance over them.

He sighed when the last one disappeared into the elevator. The faint click of the door’s lock catches his attention and he takes a single step back, watching as you slowly open the door.

His heart pounds in his chest, ears and cheeks growing warm from the sight of you.

You look absolutely stunning in the black dress you wear. He likes how the sleeves cover your arms yet it leaves your upper chest exposed. It’s like you’re teasing him, luring him in for more. Your hair is pulled back and out of your face. Your face isn’t beaten, instead opting for a more natural and casual look, and you shrug your long purse strap over your shoulder. You’re much taller, too, and his eyes fall onto a simple pair of heels. Looking back up, Caleb smiles.

You are the image of perfection.

His eyes barely skim over the top of your head now. Maybe his neck won’t hurt as much looking down at you.

“You look…amazing.” Caleb can barely get his compliment out, fumbling over his words and growing feelings towards you. His heart swells at your small smile and nod. You turn, keys jingling in your hand. You take a second to breathe. The warmth in your cheeks irritates you.

You hate how your body constantly betrays you when he’s around. It’s a curse, not a blessing.

“Ready?” His voice quips once you turn around from locking your apartment door. You hesitantly nod, forcing a smile onto your face, but it falls once he extends his hand to you.

You stare at his fingers, which have a few scars wrapped around his skin, before looking back up at him. Caleb’s smile is so hopeful. The corners of his eyes slightly crinkle. You sigh, stepping around him, his fingers brushing against your arm.

Caleb watches as you walk down the hallway, your jacket draped over your arm, purse bouncing against your side. He releases a disappointed sigh, fingers curling back into his palm. He forces his feet to chase after you, watching as you press the elevator button.

The Colonel attaches himself to your side, making sure to keep a respectable yet close distance. It’s silent. The faint dings from the elevator grow louder. The doors slide open and you step inside, Caleb following suit.

The metal box slowly lowers. Caleb’s eyes remain on you, utterly captivated by the sight. You look forward, opting for the buffed metal door.

Caleb would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of the door.

“Where are you taking us?” You break the awkward silence of the elevator. You glance at him and your eyes meet. You slowly bat your eyelashes at him, sighing.

Please prove me wrong, you internally plead, inner voice desperate, please prove that you aren’t the same boy I knew in high school.

Before he can respond, the elevator slide open. An obnoxiously large group stands on the other side. They wear bright pink cowboy hats and sashes, their eyes half-lidded.

Oh shit. It’s a bachelorette party. That’ll be fun to listen to tonight.

They wave hi, which you and Caleb return. As they slowly pile into the elevator, their voices grow loud, causing your ears to ring.

Caleb slides in front of you, gently pushing you against the back wall. His forearm rests against your head, the man trapping you in your spot. You look around him.

The elevator is completely packed. The inhabitants push together, morphing into one big blob. Your eyes dart to Caleb’s torso, noticing that there’s a few inches of space between you.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You look up, his face hovering in front of yours.

Your lips barely graze over each other. He’s slightly hunched over, face slightly grimacing from the bachelorette party bumping into him, stepping on his feet.

You hold back a laugh, covering your mouth. Caleb turns his attention back to you, a half-amused grin tugging the corner of his lips up.

“You’re laughing? At a time like this?” Caleb whispers into your ear, leaning in. The strands of his hair tickle your forehead. He leans in closer, lips grazing against your ear. “C’mon now…cut me some slack. I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

His breath is hot on your ear. Shivers run down your spine, the tingles making themselves at home in your stomach. Frozen in place, your eyes move to his shoulder.

A small speck catches your eye. Inside the small elevator, you push your arm against the pressure from the other people. Caleb’s gaze follows your hand. You breathe in sync with him, both watching as you pluck a single eyelash from his cheek, right below his eye.

Your fingertips graze against his skin, leaving electric shocks in their wake, and scoop the small eyelash from his skin. You inspect the eyelash with close eyes. Your gaze flits to his, his purple eyes staring not at your eyes but your lips.

“Make a wish,” your whisper fills the tension between your bodies. His bottom lip quivers. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, feeling them heat up.

Caleb tilts his head down. He slowly slows at the eyelash on your finger, the hair disappearing, your eyes meeting once again.

My wish is you.

His breath is cool against your skin. It brings you no relief. Instead, your body inches closer to him, burning under his gaze of desire.

The two of you don’t even realize that the elevator is now empty. There is no bachelorette party cornering you. There is no reason for you two to be so close.

You hate to admit it but you don’t want to move. Caleb doesn’t either. He can’t get enough of your perfume, the way your touch was so light and careful against his face, almost as if you were scared to get even closer to him.

Do you feel it?

Do you feel the center of gravity that is pulling us together?

You clear your throat and dip under his arm. The further you get from him, the easier it is to breathe. You don’t even look at him from over your shoulder, scurrying out of the small enclosure.

Caleb hangs behind. His fingers curl against the elevator wall, eyes closed. He grimaces, harshly biting down on his lower lip. Your perfume lingers in the air. The warmth of your affection tickling his skin. He lets out a haggard breath, his back slowly straightening. He fixes his jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt, and exits the elevator, finding you outside.

You stand alone and off to the side, just hidden enough for people not to notice you but visible enough for Caleb to immediately find you. Just as the purse strap slips off your shoulder, Caleb collects it in his hand. He slips the jacket from your arms as well and eases your hand through the first sleeve, helping aim your next arm through the second.

“Thank you,” you breathe out, your breath visible in the cold night air. He nods, clearing his throat. “I think you were interrupted before.”

“Was I?” Caleb’s eyes flutter, looking down at you. You chuckle and raise an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah, I was, wasn’t I?” You nod. “A colleague recommended the restaurant to me. I thought you may like it.”

“Oh?” His intention takes you by surprise.

He actually…thought of you? Wow. You didn’t know he could do that.

You don’t give it much thought, though. It’s probably due to her not being here.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

The outside of the restaurant takes you by surprise. The outside is made up of dark metal with grooves in it that imitates wood, which is a stark contrast to the rest of the Skyhaven’s white metallic look. A long window surrounds the perimeter. It’s a thin line and doesn’t take up much of the wall space. A faint, golden glow seeps into the glass.

Caleb’s long strides keep with your pace. He walks close to you, your purse acting as a boundary between your hips. You glance inside the restaurant’s window, seeing couples and semi-large parties inside the main dining room.

The Colonel opens up the business’ door, smiling down at you as you step inside, quietly thanking him.

The atmosphere is warm, the chilled air tingling away from your skin. You feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, shrugging your jacket off of your body. You watch him with an intense gaze.

His shoulders are so broad. You swear you can watch as his muscles tense then relax under the fabric as she hands over your jackets to an employee. Caleb turns to you, nodding as the hostess walks away. You swallow whatever spit you have in your mouth. You tell your feet to move, goosebumps forming across your skin when you feel his touch on the low of your back.

Caleb sticks close behind you, fingers grazing up and down your body. His eyes stare at the exposed skin of your neck, eyes drifting up to the side of your face. He smirks, watching as your lips part with a gasp, his fingers inching their way around your side. He’s unable to get a full grip of your side, though, when the hostess places menus on the table before you.

You step to your chair but Caleb is too quick for you, dragging it out. You roll your eyes at him and sit, the man pushing the chair in to meet your body. He sits at the spot in front of you, the table circular and on the smaller side, with a lit candle in the center of the table.

Taking a glance around the restaurant, you notice that you and Caleb are more towards the back. It’s like you’re hidden away so nobody can see you. Couples at other tables lean in, smiles adorned on their faces over the candle light, the dim lighting of the restaurant casting shadows over their faces.

The scenery and atmosphere is…strangely romantic.

“You look great in that dress,” Caleb’s voice brings your eyes back onto his. They drop to his arms, where his white sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. Your breath gets caught in your throat. You tear your gaze away and settle back onto his eyes.

“Thanks. I haven’t worn it for a year,” you respond with a shrug.

“Yeah?” He leans forward, his smile growing, “when was the last time you wore it?”

“Your funeral.”

Oh. Well. You know…I don’t know how to respond to that, Caleb thinks to himself. He purses his lips, brows knitted together, eyes narrowed from unease.

You stare at him with your arms crossed over your chest. You raise an eyebrow at his sour reaction. He was the one who died and magically came back to life with no explanation.

He sits up in his chair, resting his hands in his lap as his piercing violet eyes tear into yours. You shift in your seat, crossing one leg over the other as he comes up with the proper words to respond.

A waiter approaches the table, their face just barely illuminated from the light. He wears all black clothing and his smile is a little too friendly, his eyes dragging across your bare chest. You suck in a breath and glance at Caleb, who glares at the waiter.

“Good evening. May I start you two off with a bottle of wine or an appetizer?” The waiter asks, looking at you, not even a second to stare at Caleb. You simper at his gaze, only feeling slightly uncomfortable, as you take the wine list from his hands.

“He’s paying, so we’ll make it an expensive bottle,” you muse with a quiet chuckle. Caleb’s eyes break from the waiter and land on you. Goosebumps litter your skin as you pretend not to notice the intensity radiating from his body. “We’ll do this one,” you point out a name on the list to the waiter.

He dips down and his putrid cologne tinges your nostrils. You lean away, wincing from how his scent burns the inside of your nose. His lips curl into a toothy grin.

“Great choice. I’ll have it out for you in a few moments.” He walks away and you watch him. You relax into your seat when he vanishes from your eye line, turning back to Caleb. 

“Could you get even closer to him?” Caleb’s raspy voice cuts through the low lighting. You raise an eyebrow, confused by his sudden possessiveness towards you.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Caleb,” you roll your eyes and lean forward, dress grazing against the table, “you’ve only been in my life for twenty four hours. You don’t get to have a say on who gets close to me.”

“Don’t I?” He matches your lean, his purple eyes glowing from the candlelight. “I was in your life for a good amount—”

“Emphasis on was,” you interrupt him. He swipes his tongue over his teeth, shaking his head ever so slightly at you.

You know you’re teetering on a very, very line and fragile line with Caleb. A small amount of payback won’t kill the man. He did lead you on for that good amount of time he was in your life for so if it’s any consolation for you, it’s deserved.

“Let’s have a nice dinner,” you sigh. His darkened expression softens, his eyebrows relaxing. Catching a glimpse of his fists, you see them relax as well, his knuckles no longer white. “However, I do think you owe me an explanation about your so-called ‘death.’” You pause, looking to the side, before rushing to get the words out, “and I don’t want to talk about her either. I…I don’t particularly have fond memories of the three of us since things ended badly. I hope you can understand that.”

Caleb’s eyes slightly widen. A part of him knew that this was coming. He had been distracted all day, sitting at his desk, ignoring all of his duties as Colonel. He went through every memory that he could remember, ones that weren’t influenced by the chip in his body, and came to realization that towards the end, you weren’t there.

In the memories that you were in, you were in the background while she took center stage. It made Caleb feel like a fool, truly. He agonized over it. Just to know that he could have caused you so much pain and emotional turmoil ripped his heart apart. He plans on repaying and making up for it until his final breath.

Even in death, Caleb will find ways to make you feel important, that you matter.

“I promise,” he breathes out, eyes never leaving yours, “to not bring her up. Consider her banished from our relationship.”

You lean into the back of the chair, putting your full weight into it. You stare at him, wondering if what he said can be trusted. You sigh and nod, forcing a small smile onto your face. He beams at you and nods, sighing from relief.

The side of your heel glides against his leg. He sucks in a breath and you bat your eyelashes at him. You take your bottom lip between your two teeth, knowing that it will drive him absolutely crazy. The Colonel shifts in his seat, his eyes taking all the liberties he wants.

His demeanor has shifted so many times within the last minute. He went from happy, to sorrowful, then his anger took over, and now the look on his face tells you that he’s feeling some form of lust. Adrenaline runs through your veins because you simply don’t know what Caleb you’re going to get next.

He licks his lips when you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You turn your attention to the dining room, looking upon the other couples and groups that mingle inside. A soft chuckle shakes your body.

The waiter comes back with a bottle of white wine and two glasses in hand. He sets the glasses in front of the two of you, but neither dare to break their gaze.

Caleb’s eyebrow slightly perks up and you tilt your head to the side, a sly smirk forming on your face.

The wine is poured, the pale yellow alcohol sitting pretty inside the glass. You make the first move. The glass is cool in your hand and you swirl the wine around, bringing the glass to your glossy lips.

The first sip of the Pinot Blanc has an exceptional fresh taste to it, complimenting the dryness to the wine. The aroma is fruity with hints of apple, Caleb’s favorite, and a side taste of citrus.

You glance at the waiter, who hovers at the small table. Caleb clears his throat, glaring at the man. The waiter doesn’t pay attention to Caleb, his eyes staying on you.

“The wine is delicious, thank you,” you set the glass down, fingers resting on the base of the glass. He nods but stays in his spot. Caleb’s fists ball on top of the white cloth. He opens his mouth to speak but you’re quick to tap his knee with the tip of your high heel. You roll your eyes and take a deep breath, leaning towards the waiter. “As you can see, I’m here with him and not you. So, if you could please give us some privacy, that would be nice.”

Caleb watches you in awe. Your dominance is refreshing and is something he hasn’t experienced with her in a long time. She typically gave up after five minutes but you? You are fiery. You know what you want and you also know how to tell people to fuck off in ways he never knew how.

Has he finally met his match? Can you be the one to meet his fiery passion and loyalty?

“You can leave this here,” you reach out to the waiter, tapping the label on the wine bottle.

The waiter obeys, scrambling away. Caleb watches it as if he’s at a magic show, completely enthralled with the display you’re putting on for him.

This is a completely different side of you, one that he’s never seen before but desperately wants to get to know. If Caleb didn’t know any better, he would think that you also want to indulge in the sweetness of your blossoming love.

“Try the wine,” you grab your glass, emptying the contents into your mouth before refilling it. Caleb watches with an amused smile, tasting the wine as you said to do, and pauses. It’s…it’s delectable. It hits all of the flavor notes he’s been dying to taste in a good wine.

And you were the one who managed to find it.

“Hey,” he leans forward, capturing your attention. “Can we…start over? You know…a fresh start for us?”

Your eyes read humor and your smile is divine. You think about his proposal for a moment, tearing your gaze away, opting to look at the menu.

You know that he’s eagerly waiting for a response. Knowing Caleb, he’s impatient to know the result of your calculations. He watches you, focused on the way your foot taps against his shin and how your eyes scan the menu as if there’s anything remotely interesting on there.

Caleb is right there and he knows that he is way more interesting than the variety of food options the restaurant has to offer.

“What do you say?” He pesters. Your eyes shoot to his. Chills run down his spine.

“New life, new you, right?” You muse. Caleb can’t help but laugh, turning his head away from you.

Have you always been this funny? Your humor knows no bounds, truly. While some people would have groaned at your words, Caleb couldn’t help but see the lightheartedness behind them.

He knows that his death must have taken a large, emotional toll on you. It’s never easy losing someone you were once close to. Perhaps your humor is your way of dealing with uncomfortable and awkward situations. He can’t fault you for it. He too has been known to make light of many uncomfortable scenarios, such as failing his psych evaluation at the DAA. 

“Thank you,” he releases a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding in. You shake your head, his interest piqued.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” you bring the glass to your lips, licking them, “consider this dinner as your trial run.”

“Noted,” Caleb responds, eyes trained on your lips, wondering when he’s get a chance to taste the flavor of your lip gloss.

The dinner runs smooth, smoother than you or him could have ever anticipated. Your glasses never went empty and after a bottle or two, you could feel your tipsy giggles taking over your body as Caleb watched you with the biggest smile on his face.

Whenever you covered your face from embarrassment, he always made sure to peel them off so he can look upon your gorgeous face. He loves the way your cheeks turn a light pink color, an effect the alcohol has on you, and how your entire demeanor changes. You become light, airy.

Caleb basks in your delightful chuckles and you can’t help but feel closer to him every time he told you one of his stories from inside the Deepspace Tunnel.

The best part of it is that whenever you shared stories from your translator job, he didn’t make you feel insignificant or insufficient compared to him. Sure, you weren’t in a direct line of danger like he is. You don’t fight Wanderers nor do you patrol the Deepspace Tunnel like it’s nothing.

Your average Tuesday consists of translating, and sometimes even decrypting, secret messages and speeches that the Farspace Fleet intercept. To you, it’s a boring old desk job. To Caleb, you are one of the most integral parts of his job. Without you, his job would be much more difficult and he would be in shambles.

He always knew you were smart but your skills as a translator and linguist are truly impressive. He may be able to able to fly some of the most difficult planes and spaceships, but he’ll never be able to fully understand how to comprehend a different language.

It feels like there were no walls between you two. No angst for you to cling to and a time for Caleb to finally, and quite regrettably, get to know who you are after all these years.

To him, you’ve changed so much. You’ve broken free from your shell, one that him and her put you in, and have grown into a woman who is utterly captivating, someone who can control the room with a simple look and a voice that he never wants to stop listening to.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you breathe between quiet chuckles. You lean forward, a genuine smile on your face. “You’re telling me that you and your squad were scared of a creaking noise?”

“Yes,” Caleb leans in, slowly reaching out for your hand. His large hand lays on top of your tiny one and he is surprised that you don’t immediately pull away from him. The tips of his fingers trace the top of your hand, leaving random swirls and letters into your soft skin. His sight lowered to your hands.

It feels domestic to him, something that he never thought or imagined he would have with you. But here you are, allowing it to happen as you breathlessly laugh at his moment of stupidity while on patrol.

He loves it. He loves—

“Caleb?! Where have you been?! I’ve been worried sick!”

His fingers stop, eyes shooting up to you. Your posture shifts. Your back is as straight as a board, eyes dissociated from the world.

You have become an entirely different person when her voice shrilled form behind you.

You can’t bring yourself to turn and look at her. You listen for her footsteps, hearing them approach before stopping behind you.

“You forgot your necklace at home! I was worried that something happened to you. Who are you with?” She circles the table settling the space to the side of the table. Your hand retracts from his and Caleb can’t help but stare at the tears that brim in your eyes. You look to the spot around his neck, one where the necklace that dangles from her hand should be hanging. 

“I left a note for you—” Caleb begins.

“Is that who I think it is?” She says in a hushed tone to him, staring you with a look that says back off. 

Your eyes stagger to meet his. His lips part, staring at you like he’s just been caught red handed.

Of course. It was so easy to see what this is.

You tilt your chin up, finally looking up at her. She’s all dolled up, makeup absolutely flawless, elevating her natural beauty. She wears a simple blue bow in her dark hair, which travels just below her shoulders. Her outfit is pretty too, nothing that you can pull off anyways, and she radiates I’m better than you energy.

Your stomach turns on itself. You stare at the wine glasses, ears ringing, wondering why the fuck you had to drink so much. It’s because you felt comfortable with him, yes, but you should have known something like this would happen.

You’re nine years old. She feels left out so you give her a present to open. You hate sharing your birthday.

You’re twelve and sitting alone while they get ice cream together. You’re filled with disappointment when they forgot to get you something.

You’re fifteen years old again. The sting of rejection and embarrassment cuts into your skin at the sight of her when he says he can’t go to the dance.

You’re sixteen years old and watching as they leave your game, hand in hand, not even bothering to say goodbye.

You feel your inner child die. Caleb the Knight has finally slain the monstrous and rotten dragon that has done nothing but ask for love.

“How have you been? It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” She beams at you.

“I’ve been fine,” you fake a smile but are unable to keep a cheery charade as your smile immediately falters, the corner of your lip twitching. Your nostrils tingle. Your throat throbs from holding back tears.

“You should have waited for me back at the apartment,” Caleb’s face never turns away from yours. A quiet gasp falls from your lips.

At the apartment? Are you sleeping with her? Are you two dating? Have I been made a fool again?

Questions flood into your mind. You’re unable to stop them, not that you want to anyways, as the realization of what’s happening weighs down on your shoulders.

This is the unmistakable feeling of dread.

You stare at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, as your hands grip onto the skirt of your dress for dear life. Your nails dig into the palms of your hand through the fabric, stinging your skin.

“I’ve been waiting! I didn’t know you were meeting up with someone,” she turns to you and looks at the plate in front of you. “Is that salmon? I love salmon!”

Suddenly, you hate salmon.

Thinking rashly and acting off of pure instinct, you stand from your chair. The table clatters, silverware clanging into each other, when the top of your thighs hit the table.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath, glass of wine tipping over, splashing onto her. It shatters on impact when it falls to the ground. Embarrassment crashes through your body like a tsunami, ears turning a bright red color from the heat you feel in your head.

“Are you okay?” Caleb jumps to your side, grabbing your arm with kindness and sincerity. You rip your lib away from him, shaking your head.

“I’m fine,” your voice shakes. You look at her, who watches with a dropped jaw. “It was…so nice seeing you again.” You push the painful words out, your throat tightening around itself. Nausea sweeps your body and you grab your purse from the back of your chair, throwing the skinny strap over your shoulder. Without thinking, you turn away from the duo, who are so clearly made for each other, and rush through the restaurant.

You accidentally bump into a hostess who leads a couple to their table. You gasp and drop to the floor, helping her up, choking out apologies to her. You hear Caleb call your name from behind, trying to keep up with you, but refuse to turn around.

You simply can’t! You can’t see the look on his face, the one every man has when he realizes that he was caught being a two timing scumbag. 

This is just like high school. This is just like the failed homecoming dance when you cried yourself to sleep. This is just like the time Caleb ditched your game because she wanted to go home and watch a movie instead.

Hot tears streak down your face. You wipe your eyes, the fabric around your hands soon becoming soaked from the salty tears. You rush to the door, everyone’s eyes on you. The employee in the coat closet stares at you with bewildered eyes. You ignore him, leaving your jacket behind, as you burst into the ice cold night air.

There’s no rain but you really hoped there would be. You’d be able to escape into the night, going unnoticed as you ran to your apartment. It’s be cinematic, yes, but in all the worst ways possible. It would have been your punishment for being so fucking stupid.

How could you have thought that this would have gone well? Did you really think that Caleb, out of all people, could actually fucking care about you? He’s a man! He could care less about your feelings! As long as he ends the night in bed next to her, he’d be fine.

It wouldn’t matter if you cried yourself to sleep that night. It wouldn’t matter if you deleted and blocked his number. It wouldn’t matter if you ended up getting hit by a car, falling into a deep coma that you’d never wake from.

The only thing that matters is that Caleb is in love with her. Not you.

Your vision is blurred. Your mascara streaks down your cheeks. The street is busy, filled with cars from the night traffic. They whizz by at top notch speeds, your dress skirt getting caught in the air. You hold your hand out, trying to hail a taxi.

“Taxi!” You yell in a pained cry. Your legs wobble. Your arms ache. Your body feels as if it’s shutting down on itself from the grief you’ve just gone through.

Caleb breaks through the restaurant door. He scans the area, chest rapidly rising and falling, and his eyes land on you, who sways back and forth right next to the curb. His heart sinks into his stomach and he leaps towards you, hand outstretched.

You feel your body tense, going still. A tear stops halfway down your cheek. Your eyes dart around, looking for someone to help you. Your name shoots from Caleb’s mouth and you let out a cry, closing your eyes.

“Leave me alone!” You sob. His evol releases you but you’re immediately pulled into his chest. His arms trap you against him, body trembling from sadness and anger, his palms flattening against your hips. “Let me go, Caleb.”

“No. Let’s talk about this,” his chin rests on your shoulder, hunched over. He presses his nose into the side of your neck, his breath only making your body hotter than it needs to be. “Let me explain, please!”

“No! You don’t — Caleb!” You throw your shoulders backward. He stumbles back but takes you with him. His arms remain frigid. “Let me go.”

“No.”

“Caleb, I swear on my life that if you don’t let me go, you’ll never see me again.” Your words push through gritted teeth. Caleb stares at you, knowing that’s not true, that wherever you go, he’ll follow like a lost dog. He humors the sentiment, though, and slowly relaxes his grip.

You turn around and shove him away from you. Red eyes, ruined makeup, and a heart that has officially rotted, you stare at him. He tries to come close to you but you shove him away, using every bit of strength you can muster. He takes a step back, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I swear, it’s not what it—”

“What it what? Looks like?!” You yell at him.

People turn their heads and watch. They whisper amongst themselves, pointing and bringing their cameras out to record incase the encounter goes south. Cars honk and sirens blare in the distance.

“Please,” his voice cracks, a hand extending towards you, “this is all one big misunderstanding!”

“What could be misunderstood, Caleb? The fact that she came looking for you? Or the fact you brought me to a place that men take their mistresses to?” You turn away but he uses his evol to turn you back around. You let out a frustrated yell. He holds his hands up, shaking his head.

“Hey, hey, let’s try to calm down—”

“Calm down?!” Your screech interrupts him. You point to the restaurant behind you two. “Caleb! You made me your mistress! She literally showed up looking for you! She brought that stupid fucking necklace and asked why you weren’t home!”

“Please—”

“Shut up! Shut up!” You turn around, holding your face in your hands. Your breaths are deep, heavy, as your lungs burn from the inside, the lack of oxygen causing your body to ache. You hunch over, hand over your chest, fingers digging into your chest.

Maybe it’s the wine clouding your judgement, maybe it’s the walls you built from the constant years of betrayal and lackluster friendships, but you just want to disappear.

Anywhere but here would be better. Hell, even a date with George would have been better than this.

Caleb is quick to circle you. He drops to his knee in front of you, trying to get a look at your face, to try and have a conversation. He brushes hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“I’m so stupid,” your words are just above a whisper. Caleb shakes his head, fighting back tears of his own.

“No. No you aren’t. Don’t say that,” the words tumble from his mouth.

“Yes, I am. I thought I could trust you. I thought that things changed—”

“They did change! She’s just here on a mission and needed a place to stay, that’s all—”

“I don’t care. I don’t care,” you shake your head, lifting your head up. You take a deep breath.

You look at the chaotic street. Cars drive by and honk at each other. They don’t stop for anyone. All of the anger and sadness you once felt slips from your body. Your mind and body go numb.

“I don’t want to see you again.”

Your words shake Caleb to his core. He stands, looking down at you.

“No! No, please don’t do this to me—”

“I can’t trust you. You’ve made me look like an idiot.”

“Let me make it up top you!”

“I want nothing to do with you. Or her. I deserve better than this. Than you.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“You haven’t changed. She’s always going to come between us.”

“That’s not true! I have changed!”

“You’ve broken my heart, Caleb.”

Caleb grabs hold of your shoulders. He cranes his head down so he’s at eye level with you. You stare into nothing, unable to stop the tears that roll down your cheeks. He stares into your eyes, his devotion and his everything.

That’s you. But you can’t see it.

“Caleb?” Her voice carries to the two of you. “Where are you? Let’s go home!”

You can’t help but laugh. Hysteria takes over your body. You finally come out from your dissociation, looking into Caleb’s violent and bronze eyes.

“You better hurry up or she’ll leave you too.” You shrug his hands off of your shoulders, stepping around him. You whistle and a taxi immediately pulls to the curb. You get in, the last part of your beating heart turning into outright decay, your core nothing but rotten scraps of the girl you’ve left behind.

[swtt4hk]

Cho Sangwoo when you’re insecure about your looks and body… [Headcannons]

Fluff

• you have been feeling insecure about your looks ever since you were a teenager and you unfortunately haven’t gotten over it as an adult.

•when you got with Sang-woo , you never mentioned it but he could sense how insecure you are. The way you look at yourself in pictures or in the mirror can say it all. And it hurt him a lot to see that the most beautiful woman he has laid eyes on finds herself ugly.

•he always makes sure to compliment you and boost your confidence, he LOVES the way you blush at his compliments and surely loves seeing the confident side of yourself.

•when you finally open up about your insecurities, he makes sure to listen slowly and he’s willing to help his girl get over her insecurities and finally see how beautiful she is.

•he tries to find the best solution and supports you on anything you want to do in order to heal. You want to diet? He helps you make a healthy diet plan. You want to go to the gym and get fit? He signs up to the gym too and you work out together. You want to go to a therapist? He makes sure to find the best one for you.

•when you talk to him about your feelings , you made him make a promise to not treat you any differently just because you’re insecure and he keeps his promise but…he tries to boost your confidence in the smallest ways.

•he really is the best boyfriend (and soon after husband) you could ask for. He always makes sure you are happy with the way you look and has NEVER made a bad comment on you. He also has a way of making some “bad” things sound good so you don’t get hurt.

NSFW under the cut!

•he makes sure to praise your body in the best way possible. He removes your clothes and admires every single part of your body , one by one , explaining what he loves about it.

•when you’re being hesitant and keep resisting that you’re not beautiful , he decides to do it the bad way. He fucks you hard and rough , until you’re screaming and crying , BEGGING him to stop for at least a minute so you can catch your breath.

•when he wants to make you feels beautiful in the soft and good way he makes you ride him slowly and steady while making you repeat his words. “Now , repeat after me , darling. I am the most beautiful woman in the world. I deserve to be loved and I’ll never talk bad about myself again.”

•he knows damn well the parts of your body that you hate and he PURPOSELY praises them the most , so you can finally come to your senses. (e.g. You’re insecure about your tummy , he caresses your tummy and kisses it a lot and sometimes instead of cumming in you , he cums on your stomach and admiring the way his cum looks on your beautiful stomach.)

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I NEED SANG-WOO SO BAD. Also , do you like my new writing style or shall I keep the old one?

Taglist: @chosangwooswife

[flawseer]

Hey Flawseer, love your art. I wanted to ask if you have any headcanons for some of the supporting characters who aren't really tied to the school, like Chameleon, Icicle, Hailstorm, etc.

Headcanons for specifically those characters? Hm...

This isn't really a headcanon, more of a "this is implied but not outright stated" kind of thing, but Chameleon's childhood was the stuff of nightmares. He hatched with a physical deformity that prevented him from sleeping more than an hour at a time. Think about what that would be like, to never be able to rest, to be tired and exhausted every day.

Child Chameleon is also an interesting window into the darker aspects of Rainwing society. The books often portray their society as idyllic, something pure and optimistic, something to aspire to. But then they had this kid who was suffering in his body, who didn't develop the expected Rainwing traits properly, and they shunned him. Even sweet, lovable, couldn't-hurt-anyone Jambu calls him weird and off-putting for not being able to change colors. We don't know why Chameleon ended up exiled; maybe it was a malicious act or maybe Chameleon lashed out and had to be removed for being dangerous. But it definitely makes you wonder if there are any other skeletons in the Rainwings' closet.

None of this excuses any of the stunts he pulled later as an adult, especially not the emotional manipulation of his daughter. But thinking about his crappy childhood may help you understand how he ended up the way he did. I hope he can find some help.

Here's a picture of him I drew once. He probably has an official design by now, I don't know.

As for headcanons about Chameleon... I think he eats meat. His biology isn't really wired for it, so it tastes absolutely disgusting to him. But he does it anyway, because while he hates the taste of meat so much, he hates the idea of being a Rainwing several times more. So he puts up with it because he knows it is the least Rainwing-like thing you can do. In a strange way, it helps him cope.

For Icicle, I think it is interesting to note that we technically never see her under normal circumstances. She appears in Jade Mountain in book 6 and certainly leaves an impression, but it's easy to forget that everything she does, she does with the awareness that Scarlet currently has a proverbial knife to her brother's throat. Thus, we never get to see what present day Icicle is like when she is able to relax.

Headcanons... The books aren't clear on how or when Scarlet made first contact with her. It could have been in school, as Moonwatcher overhears. Personally, I think Scarlet actually contacted Icicle months prior to the school opening, and instructed Icicle to insert herself as a sleeper agent. I have trouble believing that immaculate Icicle would WANT to be cooped up underground in a dirty cave with a bunch of strangers several miles from home. I think Scarlet made her do it, and she then begged Queen Glacier to send her there, knowing full well she was gonna hate it. Winter then overheard her begging and begged to come along too.

This lends weight to the scene where Icicle finally breaks down in front of Winter. The part where she's her authentic self for the first time, crying and begging Winter not to let her fall asleep so the woman who has been tormenting her inside her own head for months can't tell her that she failed and that her brother is dead.

In the end, her brother is alive. But in trying to get him free, Icicle ruined her own life.

This one might be controversial, I don't know. While I do think Icicle served in the war, and she did definitely kill Mudwings while doing so, I don't think Icicle is the one who killed Crane. Sora insists it was her, but Umber and Marsh do not recognize her, and Mudwing siblings usually fight together, so they would have both been present during her death too.

I think the story becomes more meaningful if the trauma of war just ruined Sora to such an extent that she sees her sister's killer in every somewhat outspoken female Icewing. Then she ran into the library and confirmation-biased herself into believing her hunch by reading unverified essays on Icewing genetics. You know, the same library whose references on Mudwing physiology consist entirely of The Slug-like Qualities of the Mudwings. If Wisemind penned an examination of Icewing physiology too, one can probably imagine how reliable that one would be.

This kind of turns Sora and Icicle into tragic parallels. They are both children born into a war that took their innocence from them, and in the end it ruined them both.

For Hailstorm, I believe after the battle of Jade Mountain ended and Winter got banished, Hailstorm went back to the Ice Kingdom and lived with his mother Tundra for a while. Tundra took the death of her mate very badly and became embittered. She blamed everything bad that happened to their family on Winter, insisted that Winter caused the family to rot. Winter killed the Queen, Winter killed Narwhal, Winter, Winter, Winter, she should have smashed his egg when she had the chance. Hailstorm tried to get her out of the house, to stop talking and thinking about Winter, but nothing worked. She just had her mind set on hating this kid she'd been abusing since his hatching, insisting she gave him the world and he was ungrateful.

Eventually, Hailstorm just couldn't take this constant bleakness and hatred anymore. A few months ago Icewing tradition almost made him kill his little brother and he is just done with the Ice Kingdom. Completely disillusioned. Leave it all behind.

So he goes to Winter, and he starts to ask odd questions, like "If you had never found a way to turn me back from being Pyrite, would you still have loved me", and "If I was a Skywing, would you disown me?" Winter assures him that he will always love him, but starts to get worried about the questions.

Eventually, Hailstorm just flat-out states that he was actually kind of happy with himself as a female Skywing, not having to think about their messed up family and the stupid rankings all the time. He kept thinking about it through their mother's ramblings, how he felt in that body. He's figured out that he wants to go back to being Pyrite, just obviously without the brainwash-y parts. Winter doesn't entirely understand, but wants his brother/sister to be happy, and gives him/her his blessing.

And I guess there you have it. Some of my headcanons. Chameleon the meat eater, the absolute train-wreck that is Icicle's life with a side of Sora, and Hailstorm finds self-affirmation in exploring their gender identity after cutting their toxic mom out of their life.

[mwahbabe]

alright hear me out, Chloe with a girlfriend who loves doing arts and crafts so any other day she's like: look I made this for you, and it's the cutest letter in the shape of a heart or something (Chloe totally has all her letter collection on a box and rereads them regularly)

(I'm just a girl who wants to give Chloe love letters 😔)

too sweet ◞♡

paring: chloe price x fem! reader

fluff, romance, established relationship, just pure sweetness, soft chloe, weed mentioned(no drug use) jellycat mentioned, gayyy shitttt, suggestive at the end;)

a/n: REAL. omg love letters are my weakness, i wanna give chloe princess treatment so bad:(( tysm for requesting and so close to valentine’s day!

chloe didn’t give two shits about valentine’s day before she met you. just some lame ass money making holiday for people to spent money on unnecessary shit for their partners, well that mindset went straight out the window once you two became a couple. chloe had already cheesily asked you to be her valentine a few days before which you happily accepted of course. chloe had taken you out, parking her pickup truck near the beach with a picnic blanket laid down on the back with both of your favourite take out, snacks and beer with music playing on her truck speaker. knowing chloe she wasn’t a fancy dinner, super expensive gifts kind of girl, but she spoiled you, she always did, and you could feel the thought and love put into everything she did for you. this day especially.

chloes grinning from ear to ear, the sunset casting a warm glow over her face as she hands you a red gift bag with white hearts on. “happy valentine's day babe.”

“aw thankyou!” you gasp softly and smiled at her before looking down and reaching in pulling out the contents, first, a blank cd chloe burned with ‘my favourite girl’ written on it with little stickers that matched your style. then your favourite chocolates, some polaroid pictures you and chloe took, a jellycat and a candle with your favourite scent.

your mouth was slightly agape as you pulled each item out. “stop… you did not chloe.”

she watched, her grin only growing wider each time you gasped and grabbed a new item. “i totally did," she said "what can i say? i how to spoil my favorite girl.” “yeah, that and then some.” you leaned over hugging her tightly, chloe chuckled and reciprocated the hug, wrapping her arms around you and holding you close. “what can I say? You bring out the romantic sap in me.”

“i like romantic sap chloe.” you retorted. she chuckled again and pulled you even closer, her chin resting on your shoulder as she nuzzled against you, her voice dropping to a low, soft tone, a little more intimate. “yeah? well i like you. you’re pretty awesome.”

“i like you too.” you giggled teasingly.

“you better.”

you two stayed in the hug before you pulled away reaching behind you, “i got you something too.” you pulled out a small pink bag with red hearts on it. chloes brows raised seeing the bag. “you didn't have to get me anything, you sap.” she teased. “shuttup happy valentines.” you handed it to her, chloe took it as you shoved it at her, her expression becoming a mix of curiosity and excitement, anything that you gave her she knew would be adorable and crafted with love and most likely what was written on it would make her cry.

the contents were, handmade letters, one in a handmade envelope sealed with gold wax and a little ribbon, one in the shape of a heart made from notebook paper, and another with a brown hand folded envelope with little lace and tiny stickers decorated all over, first noticeable thing about them all, the kiss marks alll over them. all done by you. scattered all over. along with a handmade bracelet with c+ your initials and her favourite chocolates, plus of course a weed bouquet you made yourself.

she picked up the handmade envelopes one by one, her grin growing wider with each one, and her face flushing as she noticed the kiss marks all over them. she gently traced her fingers over the kisses on the envelope, then looked over giving you a smirk. “damn babe, all these kisses for me?” she said cheesily.

you snorted. “of course.”

and when she finally saw the handmade bracelet and her favorite chocolates, and the beautiful bouquet with bud she was completely melting on the inside. she let out a small laugh, her beautiful blue eyes shining "god, are you kidding babe? this is fucking adorable, and also best fucking gift i could ask for” she pocketed the little bud bouquet, “thanks babe. wanna share that later?” she winked suggestively.

you grinned, honestly proud of that little touch. “thought you might like that.” you teased.

“you know me too well babe.” she leaned over giving you a chaste kiss, tasting your lipgloss, now you were both wearing it.

“read the letters.” you nudged her with your shoulder.

“alright alright. let’s read your mushy ass letters.” she was teasing but she had the prettiest smile on her face. she was truly so beautiful. “you know you’re like really pretty right?” you commented, to which chloe let out a flustered forced laugh. “hah.. stop trying to woo me, i’m already your girlfriend idiot.”

you tilted your head. “i can’t call you pretty because you’re my girlfriend? lame.”

chloe cleared her throat loud to get you to stop talking. mainly because you were making her flustered and her cheeks were heating up, she didn’t know how to handle being complimented like that, not that she didn’t like it, she just was slowly learning to be vulnerable with you and was used to always being a disappointment to everyone in her life so such love and admiration from someone as loyal and loving as you was something she was still not quite used to.

“mushiest girl ever award goes to….”

chloe acted as if she didn’t have a box with every single item you had given her, made her, or written to her, with your name written on it and a skull sticker with pink heart eyes she found at a random alternative store.

as she read them her smirk slowly faded as she scanned the hand written words, inhaling and clearing her throat again, “jeez babe…” she muttered as she blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. “seriously gonna put me on the spot and turn me into a mess?” she playfully joked to break the sappiness and not burst into tears.

you giggled softly. “yeah. i’m evil huh?”

she snorted. “very.” and at the same time pulled you into her arms again, holding you like you were the most precious thing to her, because duh, you were. she didn’t know if the universe finally gave her a break and didn’t shit on her for once in her life or what, but you were truly the best thing to happen to her, you were her light.

“you’re just the fuckin best you know that?” she murmured against your shoulder. “you also smell real good.” you both giggled at that. “aw thanks.” chloe placed a couple of kisses on your neck and shoulder then pulled away unwrapping her arms from you.

“i love you chloe.” you said in a playful sing song voice but meant it very severely.

“yeah, i love you too y/n, you mushy, stupid, pretty girl.”

“you’re stupid.” you said affectionately. chloe hummed, her eyes lowered for a second, “not stupid enough to not notice what you’re wearing underneath that outfit though.” you tilted your head smiling widely. “ohh! so you were staring?” earring a snort from chloe, “uh, yeah? me? not staring at your tits? that’s like asking birds not to fly or fish not to swim baby.”

you nodded, still smiling, “uh huh.” “but yeah, you’ll get your last gift later.” she grinned, moving a bit closer to you. “why not now? i don’t mind giving these beach goers a show”

you laughed at her, her soft, sweet side now replaced by her pervy, horndog side. “no thanks. i’d rather a bed, preferably with some wine and weed.” “you know what? that can absolutely be arranged hotstuff.” chloe eagerly started gathering eveeyrhung set out on the truck. “besides, been wanting to get you out of those clothes all day.”

happy valentine’s day yall! xo💌💋🏹

[the-kr8tor]

"My head is bloodied, but unbowed." – William Ernest Henley

Back to royalty AU 😁

When things got out of control and you were brought to the feet of the King and Queen by force, your prayers were that he wouldn't be there, that he'd manage to escape, that he was far away from that damned place.

But Ekko was just a couple feet away from you.

Hands tied to his back in chains, blood running from a cut on his eyebrows, white hair contrasting with the deep crimson. But he still stared at the King with fire in his eyes.

You wanted to cry out, to offer yourself for his freedom, to die on his place and spare him of something you thought was your fault. It wasn't, really, Ekko knew whose fault it was and the man was striking a crown made out of gold and gems that could end the city's hunger.

But he would never think of that.

You saw the light waver in Ekko's bravery when they brought you in, his speech changing from pure anger to something less harsh, asking for you to be fred, that you didn't had anything to do with the planned attack.

But you had, and he was just doing the same as you. Sparing you from this hell of a fate. In the despair of the moment when the King demanded his death, you scream and lounge to his direction, saying the three words you didn't had the chance to say, yet.

His response was a tearful smile that broke your heart into tiny pieces.

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Loving the quotes!

Daily Ekko HC 💚💚💚

I thought this would be fluffy oh boy was i wrong 😆

AHHHH I CAN JUST PICTURE THIS WHOLE SCENE SO PERFECTLY 😭😭

Imagine that they decide to execute the two of you side by side so you could witness each other's deaths.

Wait wait what if Ekko gets rescued by his men but they could only rescue him and he had to beg them to help you too but it's too late the blade already cut you down

I wanna write this but knowing me this'll take me another 30k words and bdas 2 will start beating the shit out of me 😭

[ourdawnishotterthanourday]

Rose Tinted — Boo Seungkwan

✧ Take off those rose colored glasses ✧

Plot: Picture this… you find out that your so-called best friend has been playing you all along.

🎥 Starring: fem!reader x best friend!Boo Seungkwan 🎥 Genre: big time angst 🎥 Word count: 0.9k+ 🎥 Warnings: swearing, asshole vernon, asshole kwannie (sorry y’all), brief mention of blood but not graphic 🎥 Notes: I am baaaack (hopefully for a while). I know I haven’t been posting for forever but I hope to see you all more often again ^^  🎥 Shout out: thanks to my lovely bestie @nothoughtsjustfic for motivating me to write again 💜 love you Chee! Never change pls hehehe

♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡

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“How much longer are you going to keep this up, dude? She’s been glued to your side since that dumb bet. Weren’t you gonna ditch her like forever ago?”

Time froze as you heard Vernon utter those words to your best friend… or so you thought. 

“Shit, Vernon! Be quiet before she hears you!” Seungkwan hissed in return, which was followed by a dull sound and then a shriek from Vernon.

“Whatever. I just don’t get it. You don’t even like her. She could offer to buy me unlimited pizza and beers and I still wouldn’t be able to handle all that clinginess.”

“Fucking hell! Just get out and don’t come back until we leave. You’re going to fuck up everything,” Seungkwan snapped, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard coming from his lips. 

“Fine.” Vernon sighed dramatically. “But don’t come crying to me when it all comes to bite you in the ass.” 

A second later, you heard the front door slam shut, the sound of which snapped you right back to the horrible reality you were now forced to face. 

You’d just been shown a completely different side of your supposed best friend and you didn’t quite know whether to cry or scream. What you did know was that you couldn’t stay hidden behind the wall for forever, even though that did seem awfully tempting. You’d never been very confrontational but this matter couldn’t be left unspoken, not if you wanted to keep your sanity. 

You needed to hear the truth from Seungkwan himself. 

With your heart nearly pounding out your chest and a million thoughts running through your mind, you forced your legs to move in the direction of the living room where Seungkwan was awaiting your return. 

His head immediately shot up when he noticed you approaching him, a smile that felt just a little too forced making its way on his face. It was almost as if you could see a sliver of disgust flash behind his eyes.

Had that always been there or were you just overanalyzing everything because of what Vernon said?

“There you are! Any longer and I would have gotten worried.” Seungkwan chuckled as he turned his head back towards the TV.

Right. The movie the two of you had been watching before that awful conversation. If only you could turn back time. 

“Y/N?” Seungkwan asked with a raised brow when you hadn’t moved at all. “Aren’t you going to sit down? We can finish the last thirty minutes before we have to leave.”

“No.” 

Your voice was barely audible but you knew that it had been loud enough judging by the way Seungkwan responded.

“No? You don’t want to watch any more? Well, we can put on something else if that’s what you wan-”

You were quick to interrupt him. “No. That’s not what I want.”

“Okay?” He got up from the couch, his brows furrowed in confusion. “You’re acting kinda strange, Y/N. What’s going on?”

Without realizing it, you’d been clenching your fists so hard this entire time that your nails had pierced through parts of your skin, drawing a little bit of blood which you could feel dripping down your fingers. But you honestly couldn’t give a fuck right now. 

“Do you hate me?” you blurted out, completely catching the man in front of you off guard.

“W-what? Hate you? Why would you ask me that?” Seungkwan chuckled nervously, his hand awkwardly coming up to scratch behind his neck. 

“Be honest with me, Seungkwan.” You looked him dead in the eyes, noticing the way his eyes grew wide at the fierceness behind your words.

As if suddenly coming back to himself, he shook his head furiously. “You’re being crazy, Y/N.”

You let out a loud snort. “Me? Crazy? Then are you saying Vernon was lying just now?”

At that revelation, Seungkwan’s mouth opened and closed a few times as if he was about to say something but backed out at the last second. There was no talking himself out of this. And you were not backing down until you’d heard everything, even if it was going to crush you. 

“Yeah… I heard everything. About a supposed bet, about you pretending this entire time and wanting to ditch me. Does that ring a bell?” 

“Y/N, l-listen,” the man pleaded as he took a step forward to reach for your arm. 

“Tell me the fucking truth, Seungkwan!” you nearly screamed, surprising both yourself and him at the anger laced in your voice.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes at first, but it wasn’t long before that disgust you swore you’d seen before flashed behind his eyes once again. 

“You really wanna know what I think of you? Fine!” He threw up his hands. “I don’t like you, I never have, not then and not now. I’m not your fucking best friend and I’m sick of pretending. You’re right. It started out as a stupid bet to see if I could befriend you, but with how fucking desperate you were, that wasn’t hard. And then you just wouldn’t fucking go away so I thought, I might as well use your clingy ass to my advantage. Because who in their right mind doesn’t like free meals and free rides? All I had to do was pretend.” He chuckled bitterly. “Happy now?”

You didn’t stick around to respond, already halfway through the door with tears streaming down your face by the time he finished his cruel rant. This wasn’t the sweet and caring Seungkwan you’d been sharing all your secrets and insecurities with. This was the real Seungkwan, a mean, heartless excuse of a human being who you didn’t recognize at all. 

He’d broken your heart in a million little pieces and you didn’t know if you were ever going to recover from this. 

So much for letting someone in.

So much for not wanting to be alone. 

Boo Seungkwan, I hope it was worth it. 

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Aww thanks for the tag! :D

Let's see

Favorite color: Purple, the purple that can be seen in pictures of galaxies. Closer to blue than red or pink.

Currently reading: I was reading "His Last Bow" - the collection, not that exact story - before the holidays and before exam season. Should probably get back to it.

Last song: idk honestly but the last song in my Spotify search history is uh. "Candy" by Robbie Williams. I think I heard "comes and goes" somewhere and that made me start humming "she comes and she goes as the war of the roses" so then I thought why not play the actual song. Yeah....

Last movie: Probably "Umberto D". I made a video-essay thing about it for school. Kinda called it in tbh but i did like the movie. Made me cry :(

I don't remember the last movie I watched for myself and myself only.

Last Series:

With my mom ( and overall too): "Only Murders in the Building"

With my bestie: Granada Holmes (last ep was the one with the vampire)

On my own: ??? I watched "A Man on the Inside" like.. two weeks ago..? I loved it.

Sweet, savoury, spicy: Yeah usually sweet.

Craving: Rest!! I'm tired. My brain is tired. I wish I could just do a system reboot. I could go to sleep but I'll still feel tired afterwards.

Tea/coffee: Tea, but the fruity kind. I don't really like coffee. But I loove hot chocolate.

Currently working on: the Sherlock and Co fic I had to pause in September, finally!! I should also get to editing some videos. Oh and on an official level yeah I guess a batchelor's degree? Google is confusing me now with the definition but yk, college.

Uh I did do a very similar tag game a while ago so idk who to tag. @theverycoolfish if you wanna do it again but slightly differently :))

And yeah open tags. Whoever sees this and wants to join, join!

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @indrid-hot - thanks a bunch!

Favorite Color: A nice, warm, sunny orange - but also honestly most other colors of the rainbow and then some.

Currently Reading: The Tevinter Nights Dragon Age short story collection.

Last Song: L'appuntamento - Ornella Vanoni

Last Movie: Ah, gosh. HM. I haven't watched anything that's not a TV show in a while. I semi-voluntarily caught the last fifteen minutes of Scrooged over the winter holidays I guess?

Last Series: Last series I watched any part of is, as always, "Emergency!" because I will never not be stuck in 70's paramedic hell. If we're talking new-to-me shows, a friend's making me watch Grey's Anatomy (early seasons) once a week, probably because observing my growing despair about the characters' poor life choices is fun. I don't even normally watch medical shows, and yet here we are lol

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy: Savory if I had to pick

Craving: Some good spaghetti with olive oil and obscene amounts of lightly toasted garlic.

Tea/Coffee: Yes please, lol

Currently working on: OH BOY WHAT A QUESTION.

Spinning: Gotland on my spindles (4-ply, one single per spindle, for funsies - except I accidentally mixed up which bits of fiber go with which single on which spindle, so that'll be fun to sort out...), 7oz/200g of red Merino on the wheel (for a crochet hat, followed by 9.5 oz of red and black Merino for a woven scarf). But also 24.5oz/700g of grey Merino. And cotton on the supported spindle. And I've got some laceweight viscose on the mini turkish spindle that I should really work on...

Crocheting: Half a dozen things, including a lacy collar that needs buttons and blocking, a gigantic star-shaped wrap-around shawl, an incredibly boring granny square top for my little sister, and too many others to count.

Art: The Emergency! tarot as the eternal never-ending WIP; I also have some Dragon Age Veilguard related plans revolving around the Grand Necropolis and irl Catacomb Saints and I'd love to get some DA-style tarot cards done for all my player characters.

Writing: I still have a couple unfinished fanfics that need another chapter, as well as two deeply self-indulgent OC/Emergency! crossovers that friends are making me write, and I also have some Dragon Age stuff in the works - though if anyone will ever see that is another question entirely.

Music: Practicing various stuff for LARP; also slowly chipping away at Hozier's Work Song because my partner asked nicely.

With no pressure, I will tag: @geminyde, @caseyscraftycorner, @swords-n-spindles, @alpacazappa, @rosesonneptune, @rose-of-pollux, @zooarchaeologyatdinner, @kalikatze aaaaand I can't decide on a 9th person to tag so whoever wants to do this: You're It!

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