#i kept trying to fix this but it just turned into a wall of text ahsjdhsjkdjskd

[rillils]

RILLLLLLSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HKJFHSDKJ

i so terribly want to write but i dont know howwwwwww ughhhhhhhhhh hsdkfhasdhfjk i have one (1) singular blob of words that i think is amazing, one (1) convo between them. and youre telling me that i have to write a whole fic around it 😭😭😭 how do you do it rils 😭 the little thing i wrote is so soft and so pure, i dont wanna ruin it 😭 its just steve talking and all the actions are in my head, how on earth do i put it into words

not enough appreciation is being shown to writers istg, i owe them my life

honey, you're asking the big questions here 😭😭

I know, sweetheart, writing can be both a pleasure and a struggle - actually, sometimes it is both at once xD I never got the hang of it, myself, but all the writers in the world deserve an actual medal for every single line they write and put out there for us to enjoy!!

I don't think there is one fool-proof recipe for a smooth writing session, where the words simply come to you and it's like the fic just wrote itself without any bumps in the road (that's an extremely rare occurrence, if it ever happens at all); but I do think there are some things you can consider when you're writing:

if you already know what needs to happen in your fic (that is to say, if you know what the characters are going to say and/or do), that's a good thing!! amazing, actually! I know that, when you envision a certain scene, it can be hard to translate the characters' actions into words. try to picture that scene in your head: what do you see? are the characters talking? if they're talking, what's the tone of their conversation? are they whispering, are they chatting, are they arguing, yelling, laughing...? how do they feel: are they happy, anxious, angry, sad...? you can focus on their mannerism too, to convey their emotions: are they gesticulating? are they tense, maybe sitting up too straight? are they nervous, bouncing their leg, biting their lip? are they comforting someone? are they showing affection with their body language? leaning into the other character's space, or touching them, or snuggling up to them, hugging/kissing/sharing meaningful looks? there are so many things you can try and explore with your writing! which, maybe that makes it feel even more scary sometimes, but you don't have to explore everything all at once. you don't have to already have everything set clearly in your mind from the get go: you can build your fic (or your scene) little by little, line by line. one step at a time, honey <3 and if you don't like the first draft, don't worry! first drafts are made to be edited and changed and even taken apart, that's perfectly normal!

you won't ruin your fic, honey, trust me on that <3 now you have the foundations: all you're going to do is, you'll keep building on those foundations, and around them, bit by bit, without hurry, because there is no hurry. you'll pour all your love into it, and you'll watch it grow, until you feel that it has reached its natural end.

the thing about completing a story is, the finished product won't always look like what you had in mind originally. it's so very common for a writer's plans to be completely derailed, and that's okay! the writing experience is unpredictable, but that's half the fun of it <3 the finished fic might look a bit different than what you set out to write in the first place, but that doesn't make it bad, believe me.

you're the one writing this fic. which means that you're probably going to be reading, and re-reading, and editing and tweaking it over and over again. the reader has the privilege of looking at the finished product, without seeing the struggle and labour that went into it; but you, you've seen every stage of it, from when your fic was just a couple of snippets with a big hole in the middle, that you weren't sure how to fill in just yet, to when it finally looked like a whole story. you've re-read every line and wondered if that was the right phrasing, the right rhythm, if the character's voice felt right or if it was off. you took it apart and put it back together over and over. which is why, your own writing is never going to look perfect to you, especially when you're still in the process of writing your story. but more often than not, when you leave it alone and come back to it after a little while, you'll find yourself thinking: "hey, actually this wasn't half as bad as I thought it was!"

I don't know if any of this is going to help at all, but... if you're struggling with your writing, please know that you're not alone <3 That being said, I hope you do finish the fic you're writing, and I'm looking forward to reading it, because you're amazing and I just know that you're doing a fantastic job, darling <3 Happy writing, my dear!!

[shy9-29]

From Dare To You ★ 심재윤

���a part two to love, lies, and sim jake” - enhypen campus series

🌿 After YN found out about the bet, Jake apologized, revealing he ended it before asking her out for real. Though hurt, she played along, but his constant effort and genuine care slowly broke through her walls, and trust began to rebuild between them.

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wc. 9.7k · masterlist · enha campus series · part one

You didn’t plan to see him again so soon.

But there he was sitting alone on the bleachers behind the field after school, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes cast downward like the weight of the past few days was finally too heavy to carry. He looked smaller somehow. Not physically, but… quieter. Like the version of him who used to light up every room had dimmed.

You hesitated. Part of you wanted to turn back, to leave things unfinished and avoid another scene. But your feet moved anyway, slowly, carefully, until you were standing in front of him.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours. For a second, nothing was said—just the breeze brushing past and the silence between two people who didn’t know how to start again.

“I didn’t know,” you said finally, voice soft. “About the bet. That you ended it.”

Jake stared at you for a moment, jaw tense, eyes tired. “Would it have changed anything if you did?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Yeah. It would’ve.”

He gave a small, humorless laugh, then looked away. “Too late now, huh?”

“No,” you said quickly, sitting beside him before you could change your mind. “Maybe not.”

Jake didn’t say anything at first. Then: “I was an idiot, YN. For agreeing to that bet in the first place. For not telling you sooner. I thought I could control it—my feelings. Thought if I kept it casual, it wouldn’t mess everything up. But then it stopped being casual, and I didn’t know how to fix it without losing you.”

Your heart twisted. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I thought you’d never believe me,” he admitted. “And I didn’t think I deserved a second chance. I’ve seen it happen to heeseung and it still keeps him up , I didn’t wanna take the chance with you.”

Jake stared ahead at the empty field, jaw tight, like he’d run out of words to say—or maybe like he was too afraid to say the wrong one.

You sat next to him, your voice low but sharp. “Then why did you come running back to me?”

His head turned toward you slowly. “Because I couldn’t stay away.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as a bitter laugh slipped past your lips. “Right. After everything. After the bet, after humiliating me in front of everyone, after pretending to care…”

“I wasn’t pretending,” Jake cut in, voice firmer now. “Not when I kissed you. Not when I asked you to be mine. Not when I stayed up all night hoping you’d text back.”

You looked away, jaw clenched. “You made me feel like I was something to win.”

Jake exhaled hard, like the guilt had been burning in his lungs. “I know. And if I could take it back, I would. All of it. The joke, the dare—everything that hurt you. But the way I feel about you now?” He looked at you then, eyes soft but intense. “That’s never been a lie.”

You didn’t respond right away. Your throat was tight, like the words wanted to come out but didn’t know how.

Finally, you muttered, “I don’t know if I can believe you.”

Jake nodded slowly, not pushing. “Then don’t. Not yet. Just… let me show you.”

And for once, he didn’t try to close the distance between you. He didn’t reach out. He didn’t beg.

He just sat there, quiet and waiting.

Like he finally understood that trust wasn’t something he could ask for—he had to earn it.

And so that’s what he did.

The next couple of days, Jake didn’t text you paragraphs or blow up your phone with apologies. He didn’t show up unannounced or try to corner you in the hallways. He didn’t force you to talk when you weren’t ready.

Instead… he showed up differently.

He waited outside your classroom after the bell, never too close, never pushing—just there. Quiet, patient, like a steady presence.

He started walking slower when he saw you down the hall, letting you pass instead of calling out your name.

He laughed a little softer when your friends made jokes, stealing glances your way but never trying to pull you in unless you wanted to be.

He wasn’t perfect. He still fumbled sometimes, caught himself staring too long, said your name like it was still his favorite word—but he didn’t try to take anything more than what you were willing to give.

And even if you didn’t say much, even if your heart still felt bruised and hesitant, you noticed. You noticed it all.

Because Jake Sim wasn’t trying to win a bet anymore.

He was trying to win you.

And this time, it wasn’t about pride.

It wasn’t about proving something to his friends.

It was about proving something to you.

That he was serious.

That he meant it.

That he’d stay—without the game.

It was subtle at first.

You didn’t even realize the way your walls had started to shift until you caught yourself smiling at something he said in passing. Something stupid—probably about his dog or how he nearly tripped over a soccer ball in gym. But your lips had curved before you could stop them, and when you realized he saw it, you quickly looked away.

Jake didn’t call attention to it. He just smiled too. A quiet, knowing one. And kept walking.

Later, you found a note in your locker. No big dramatic gesture—just a piece of notebook paper folded in half.

Hope today’s better than yesterday. That’s all.

— J

You stared at it longer than you’d admit. Kept it tucked into your sleeve. Didn’t text him, didn’t mention it, but the knot in your chest loosened—just a little.

At lunch, Yuna nudged you. “He’s trying,” she said gently, not with that sharp tone she’d used before. “Really trying.”

You didn’t answer. You just watched him from across the courtyard, laughing with Sunghoon and Jay—but every now and then, glancing your way.

Like he was making sure you were still there.

By Thursday, you found yourself slowing your steps so he could catch up.

By Friday, you sat next to him during study period and pretended not to notice when his hand brushed against yours on the desk.

He didn’t push. He didn’t ask. He just looked at you with those soft, unguarded eyes and smiled like that moment was enough.

And somehow…

For now, it was.

Saturday came, and with it, a text from Jake.

simjyn:

Hey. I was gonna go for a walk later. Clear my head. You don’t have to come but… if you do, I’ll bring snacks.

You stared at the message for a good ten minutes. No pressure, no “we need to talk,” no expectations—just Jake, being soft and careful. The kind of boy you weren’t sure existed weeks ago.

You didn’t reply right away. But a few hours later, there you were—hoodie on, hands in your pockets, meeting him just down the block.

He grinned when he saw you. “You came.”

You shrugged. “You said snacks.”

He held up a bag of your favorite chips with a lopsided smile. “I don’t lie about the important things.”

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while. The streets were quieter than usual, the air warm with the smell of spring. Every now and then your shoulders would brush, and each time, Jake would glance over, like he was still surprised you hadn’t pulled away.

“I meant what I said,” he said eventually, voice softer than usual. “About showing you. I don’t want to screw this up.”

You didn’t answer at first. The sidewalk was cracked and uneven beneath your feet, like your thoughts.

Finally, you spoke. “You already did screw it up, Jake.”

He flinched, just a little. But he nodded. “Yeah. I know.”

You turned to him then. “So don’t just tell me. Show me. Keep showing me. Not just this week. Not just while you feel bad.”

Jake stopped walking. “I will.”

You searched his face for any sign of hesitation, but there wasn’t any. Just him. Raw and real.

He took a careful step closer. “Can I—?” he started to ask, but stopped himself.

And for once, you closed the space between you.

Just a little. Just enough to let him know that maybe—maybe—this was the beginning of trust again.

Jake didn’t touch you. He didn’t try to hold your hand or pull you into some movie-perfect kiss. He just smiled, slow and genuine, like that one small step meant everything.

And honestly?

It kind of did.

The next week passed like the world had slowed down—but in a good way.

There were no dramatic declarations, no big speeches. Just… Jake.

Sitting next to you during free period, not too close, but close enough.

Sliding you a note in class with the dumbest doodle imaginable—your name in bubble letters with a little crown on top.

Sending you a playlist that started off upbeat and chaotic, but slowly drifted into soft, late-night kind of songs you didn’t expect from him.

Smiling like he had a secret every time your eyes met in the hallway.

And you?

You found yourself waiting for it. For him.

You told yourself you were being cautious. That you hadn’t forgiven him yet. That your heart was still bruised from what he’d done.

But when he laughed? It didn’t hurt.

When he said your name? You didn’t flinch.

And when you caught yourself smiling—again—you didn’t look away this time.

It was Friday afternoon when he found you sitting alone near the back of the school garden. The spot you always went to when you needed to think.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat down beside you and handed you an iced drink—your favorite.

“I like this,” he said after a minute, eyes on the sky. “Just… being here. With you. No pretending. No games.”

You didn’t respond right away. The breeze was light, the sun warming your face.

“I still don’t know if I trust you,” you said quietly.

Jake didn’t flinch. “I’ll wait until you do.”

You looked over at him. Really looked. And maybe for the first time, you believed it.

Not because of his words.

But because of how he’d changed when he stopped trying to win you

And started trying to deserve you.

So you leaned back, sipped your drink, and said nothing else.

But Jake’s smile widened.

Because silence from you now?

Wasn’t rejection.

It was peace.

The next day, Jake found you by your locker before first period, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets and a hesitant look on his face.

You noticed right away—something was off. He wasn’t smiling like he usually did when he saw you, and the usual playful sparkle in his eyes had dimmed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, shutting your locker slowly.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to go to Australia. Tonight.”

Your stomach dropped. “What? Why?”

“My aunt’s sick. It’s… not great,” he said, voice softer than usual. “My parents already left, but they want me to be there too—for a few days. Just to help out, be with the family.”

You blinked, trying to process it. “How long?”

“Just a week,” he said quickly. “I promise. I’ll be back before you even get the chance to miss me.”

You tried to smile, but your chest felt tight. “Are you okay?”

Jake nodded, stepping a little closer. “Yeah, I’m just—worried about her, that’s all. But I didn’t want to leave without telling you first.”

You looked down, chewing your lip. He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against yours.

“I’ll call every day,” he said. “Swear on it. Even if it’s just for five minutes. I don’t want to go dark on you.”

You looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes. “You better.”

He gave you a small grin, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You know me. Annoyingly consistent.”

Then, quieter, he added, “I’ll miss you.”

And before you could even respond, he leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to your forehead.

It was gentle. Familiar. Something that said, I’ll be back.

And somehow, even with your heart tugging in your chest, you believed him.

And maybe, just maybe… it was the start of forgiveness.

By Monday, the whispers had started.

It wasn’t just glances anymore—it was full-on stares, hushed giggles, and not-so-subtle side-eyes when you walked into a room.

You were halfway to your seat in homeroom when you heard it.

“Do you think she did something to him?”

“She had to. There’s no way Jake Sim just—changes.”

“Dude hasn’t flirted with anyone in weeks. Not even once. He’s not even posting thirst traps anymore.”

“That’s, like, unheard of. What did she do? Put a spell on him?”

You rolled your eyes as you sat down, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something.

Apparently, the student body couldn’t comprehend that Jake Sim—the golden boy, the walking distraction, the school’s certified heartbreaker—might’ve just… grown up. Or fallen for someone. Or both.

You heard someone mutter behind you, “Honestly? Kind of iconic if she did. Like… imagine taming Jake.”

The seat beside you stayed empty. You glanced at it without meaning to.

Jake’s chair. Still untouched. Still waiting for him to come back.

And even though you weren’t sure what this was between you and him yet—or where it was going—hearing the way people talked made you feel something you hadn’t expected:

Protective.

Because sure, maybe Jake had been a reckless flirt once. Maybe he hadn’t been the safest person to care about. But he was trying. He was changing.

And he deserved the chance to do that without being a punchline.

Even if you weren’t ready to say it out loud, you knew it deep in your gut—

Whatever you and Jake were building… it was already real enough for people to notice.

Back home, everything felt quieter without him.

You didn’t realize how much space Jake had taken up in your day until he wasn’t there to fill it. His empty seat in class, the silence where his random texts would pop up, the way your phone didn’t light up with his name the second you unlocked it—it was strange.

You hated to admit it, but… you missed him.

More than you wanted to.

You found yourself hovering over his contact a dozen times, thumb lingering on the call button. What would you even say? You still didn’t know how you felt. Still didn’t know if you were ready to let yourself fully trust him again.

But that didn’t stop your heart from aching.

So, one night—when the silence in your room felt too loud and the thoughts in your head wouldn’t shut up—you caved. You tapped call.

It rang once. Twice.

Then—“Hello?”

His voice was raspy, low. He sounded half-asleep. You glanced at the time. 4:02 AM in Australia.

“Oh my god—Jake, I’m sorry,” you blurted. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I’ll call you back later, just go back to sleep—”

“No,” he said quickly, voice still heavy with sleep but suddenly more alert. “No, stay. Please. I wanna stay on the call. For you? Always.”

You went quiet, swallowing down the guilt that rose in your chest.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, a smile tugging into his voice. “Hearing your voice is already better than sleep.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaky and a little embarrassed. Then, without really meaning to—you started talking.

Not about anything huge. Just the little stuff. The rumors at school. How Kazuha almost knocked over a vending machine trying to get a free soda. How the cafeteria ran out of your favorite chips and it weirdly ruined your day more than it should’ve.

Jake didn’t interrupt. Didn’t talk over you. He just listened—soft, warm, awake only because you needed him.

And eventually, your words grew quieter. Slower.

“I didn’t think I’d miss you this much,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s stupid. After everything, I should still be mad. And I am. But… I miss you anyway.”

There was a pause. Then his voice, low and soft through the speaker:

“I miss you too. Every second. Even the ones I’m supposed to be sleeping through.”

You smiled, curling deeper into your blanket, heart beating too fast for how calm your voice sounded.

Maybe this wasn’t forgiveness.

Maybe it was just… a step toward it.

But for now, lying in bed and hearing his sleepy breath through the phone—

It was enough.

The next day, the evening settled in quietly—soft rain pattering against your window, the smell of shampoo still lingering in the air as you curled up in bed in your oversized hoodie. Hair damp, phone warm in your hand, you finally gave in and called him again.

Jake picked up almost instantly, like he’d been waiting.

The screen lit up with his face, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. His hair was a little messy, eyes a little puffy—he looked tired, but the kind of tired that made him look softer.

Then he paused.

You tilted your head. “What?”

Jake blinked, then bit his lip, trying not to grin. “Nothing,” he said, voice all low and lazy. “You’re just… cute like that.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling your hoodie closer. “Like what?”

He laughed quietly. “Like that. All soft and cozy. I dunno. It’s just…” He shrugged. “I’d like to see you in my hoodie one day.”

Your stomach did this stupid little flip, but you masked it with a scoff. “You’d probably never get it back.”

“That’s the point,” he said, eyes shining with something gentle.

You looked away for a second, trying not to let the smile win—but it crept in anyway. You hated how easy it was to slip into this, how warm his voice made you feel even when you were still trying to protect your heart.

Still… you didn’t change the subject.

Instead, Jake shifted the camera and suddenly, a golden blur popped into view.

“Oh my god,” you said, sitting up. “Is that Layla?”

Jake beamed, gently scratching behind the ears of his border collie. “Yup. She’s been sulking without me. But she likes calls with you.”

Layla barked softly, tail wagging, and it made something in you melt.

You smiled quietly. “She’s so pretty.”

Jake looked back at the screen. “She’d love you.”

You hesitated for a beat, watching him, the way his hand rested gently on Layla’s fur, the way his face relaxed when he looked at you like that—like you were something precious.

“I’m still figuring things out,” you said softly.

Jake nodded without hesitation. “I know. And I’ll wait, remember?”

Your walls were still there. But they were softer now, worn down in places.

And maybe… just maybe… you were starting to believe he really meant it.

The next night, you weren’t sure why your fingers moved so quickly to hit call.

Maybe it was the silence of your room again.

Maybe it was the way his name lingered in your head all day.

Or maybe… you just wanted to hear his voice.

Jake answered with that same smile—bright and sleepy and just for you.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said, voice a little hoarse, a little teasing. “You always call me right before bed. Not that I’m complaining.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe I just like seeing Layla.”

Jake laughed, turning the camera to show Layla curled up at his feet. “She missed you too.”

You hesitated for a second. Your heart picked up.

And before you could overthink it, before your brain could yell no—you said it.

“I missed you,” you said quietly, voice softer than usual.

Jake blinked. His smile didn’t falter, but you could see something shift behind his eyes—like the words landed a little deeper than either of you expected.

“You… what?”

You swallowed. “I said I missed you. Don’t make me say it again.”

His lips curled into something warm and slow, something real. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

You looked away, cheeks heating. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“I won’t,” he said, still grinning. “But just so you know… I missed you more.”

And just like that, something shifted.

Not huge, not loud—but it was there.

A new softness in the way you looked at each other.

A new kind of trust threading its way through the call.

You still weren’t all the way in.

But you were no longer holding all the way back either.

“Three more days,” Jake said through the screen, stretching his arms above his head with a groggy little yawn.

It was morning there, the sunlight barely creeping in through the curtains behind him, and his voice was still heavy with sleep. His hair was messy, sticking up in every direction, and you could hear Layla snoring faintly in the background.

You smiled at the sight, tucked under your blanket, phone propped up on your pillow.

“Not that I’m counting,” he added, eyes flicking up to meet yours through the screen with a crooked grin.

You raised a brow. “You literally said that exact thing yesterday. And the day before.”

“Okay, so maybe I am counting.” He shrugged, grin widening. “What can I say? I miss you.”

You rolled your eyes, but this time, you didn’t try to hide your smile.

Jake leaned closer to the camera, as if trying to get a better look at you through the screen. “What about you?”

“What about me?” you said, playing dumb even though your heart was already speeding up.

He tilted his head, voice soft. “You still miss me yet?”

You let a pause hang in the air for just a second longer than necessary before you whispered, “Maybe.”

Jake let out a low laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. “That’s all I get? A maybe?”

You bit your lip, trying to look annoyed, but the truth was written all over your face. You missed him more than you wanted to admit, and saying it out loud felt like giving up the last bit of control you had left.

But still, you added, “Three more days.”

Jake’s gaze softened. “Yeah… three more days, and I’m yours again.”

You looked at him, really looked at him—sleepy, sincere, and a little too perfect for his own good.

And in that moment, it hit you:

Maybe this was real after all.

And maybe… you were finally letting yourself believe it.

There was a soft knock on your door—three gentle taps, familiar and unhurried.

You peeled yourself off your bed, phone still warm in your hand from just hanging up with Jake. Padding over in your hoodie and socks, you opened the door.

Yuna stood there, arms crossed, an all-too-knowing smirk already forming on her face. “You’ve been on the phone every night,” she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. “I swear, I can hear you giggling through the wall.”

You flushed immediately. “I do not giggle.”

“Sure,” she said, plopping down dramatically onto your bed. “Just like how you’re totally not falling for him again.”

You shut the door behind her with a sigh, leaning your back against it. “He’s… different now. I don’t know, Yuna. I can’t explain it.”

Yuna looked at you for a long second, all the teasing melting into something more sincere.

“I believe he’s actually trying,” she said softly. “I do. I’ve been watching. He’s not flirting with every girl in sight. He hasn’t pulled one of his stupid ‘fuck boy’ games since the party. He’s… quieter. Focused. On you.”

You bit your lip, walking over to sit next to her on the edge of the bed.

“But I’m still pissed,” she added, voice firmer now. “What he did to you? The bet? The way he played it at first—that wasn’t okay. And I hate that you got caught up in it.”

“I know,” you said, eyes on your lap. “I hate it too. But it’s not like I didn’t see it coming. I just… didn’t expect him to change.”

Yuna was quiet for a second, then nudged your arm with hers. “You don’t have to forgive him all the way. Not yet. But you’re allowed to feel what you feel, okay? Even if it’s messy.”

You looked at her—your best friend, the one who always had your back even when you were being stubborn—and nodded.

“Thanks for not saying I told you so.”

“Oh, I totally told you so,” Yuna said with a smirk. “But I’m saying it with love.”

You laughed, and for the first time in a while, it felt real.

Later that night, after Yuna had left with a dramatic “Don’t stay up all night whispering sweet nothings,” you were back in bed, your thoughts buzzing.

You stared at your phone, thumb hovering over Jake’s name. It felt different now—not like you had to call him, but like… maybe you wanted to.

So you did.

The screen lit up, and after just one ring, his face appeared—eyes half-lidded, hoodie hood pulled halfway over his messy hair.

“Hey,” he said, voice all gravel and sleep. “Missed me already?”

You snorted, shifting under your blanket. “It’s only been a few hours.”

Jake smiled lazily. “Still counts.”

You studied him quietly for a moment—how tired he looked, how soft he sounded when he was with you. And for a second, it almost felt easy. Natural. As if things had always been like this between you.

“Yuna and I talked,” you said.

Jake blinked more awake. “Yeah? What’d she say?”

You shrugged. “She still doesn’t like what you did. But… she believes you’re trying.”

Jake leaned back against his pillows, hand dragging down his face. “I deserve that. I don’t expect anyone to forgive me right away.”

There was a pause. His eyes flicked back to the screen. “But you talked to her about me.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Don’t get cocky.”

“I’m not,” he said, grinning. “Just… glad.”

You rested your cheek on your pillow, watching him through the screen. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when you come back.”

“I do,” he said. “I’m gonna see you. And I’m gonna keep proving it—every day. No games. Just me.”

Your heart did that thing again—that annoying, traitorous flutter—but you didn’t stop it this time.

“Three days,” you whispered.

Jake smiled so softly it nearly knocked the air out of your lungs. “Yeah. Three days.”

And even with all the scars and hesitation…

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit like you were finally getting your heart back.

Two more days.

That’s what you’d told yourself all morning.

Just two more days and he’d be back. Two more days and you’d see him—really see him—not just on a screen.

But that night, something felt off.

Jake hadn’t called.

Not even a text.

Not a “good morning” or a sleepy voice note. Nothing.

You tried to brush it off at first.

He’s probably tired. Maybe busy with his family.

But the longer you stared at your phone, the more uneasy you felt.

You sent a message. Then another.

And when the little “Delivered” didn’t change to “Read”… you panicked.

You tried calling. Once. Twice. Then five more times.

Your fingers moved on their own—FaceTime.

The screen rang for what felt like forever before finally—

Click.

His face appeared, flushed and damp, water still running faintly in the background. Steam curled around the edges of the screen, and his wet hair was slicked back. He was clearly still in the shower, the camera only catching his bare shoulders and face, but—

“Y/N?” Jake asked, breathless. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Your words came out rushed. “What’s wrong with you? Why weren’t you answering? I thought— I don’t know. I thought something happened—”

Jake blinked fast, clearly still trying to process. “Shit, I’m sorry. I was in the shower. I left my phone on the counter but it wouldn’t stop buzzing—I thought someone died.”

You breathed out a shaky laugh, rubbing your eyes. “You scared me.”

He frowned, guilt all over his face. “I didn’t mean to. I swear, I just— I was in the middle of shampooing and suddenly it’s like twelve missed calls—”

“I thought something happened to you,” you admitted quietly, voice softer now.

Jake’s brows knit together. He adjusted the phone slightly—still just his face and shoulders on screen—and his voice dipped low. “Hey… I’m okay. I promise. You’re not overthinking, alright? I should’ve texted you first. That’s on me.”

You nodded, but your heart was still racing.

He gave a crooked smile. “For what it’s worth… I’m kinda glad you spammed me.”

“Why?”

“Means you care,” he said simply. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

You looked at him, steam rising around his face, eyes tired but warm.

“Next time,” you muttered, “at least answer before I have a meltdown.”

Jake chuckled. “Deal.”

And even though the call wasn’t long…

And even though he was still in Australia, two days away—

You went to bed that night with your heart just a little more at ease.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through your blinds as you sat cross-legged on your bed, phone propped up in front of you. Jake’s sleepy face filled the screen—his hair a little messy, eyes soft and hooded from just waking up. It was night over there, but he still looked wide awake for one reason only.

You.

“Okay,” you said, holding up two options. “Sweater or hoodie?”

Jake squinted, rubbing at his eye. “Wait, wait, go back to the blue one. The knit one.”

You held it up again, amused. “This?”

“Yeah,” he said, already smiling. “That. With the jean shorts. You’ll look so good, I swear.”

You gave him a look. “You didn’t even see it on.”

“Babe,” he said, voice low and teasing, “I already know. Trust me.”

You rolled your eyes but tugged the sweater on anyway. It was cozy, a little oversized, sleeves dropping slightly past your wrists. Paired with your denim shorts and a quick glance in the mirror—you had to admit, he was right.

You turned back toward the screen to find Jake watching you with this quiet, lopsided grin on his face.

“What?” you asked, reaching for your mascara.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just… you’re really pretty.”

Your hand paused mid-air. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” he said, his voice softer now. “Like, stupid pretty.”

You bit back a smile and kept doing your makeup, feeling his gaze linger. He didn’t say anything for a bit, just watched you brush and blend and put on lip balm.

“I don’t care how jet-lagged I am tomorrow,” he said suddenly. “I’m staying up all night with you.”

You glanced at the screen.

He looked dead serious, head resting on his pillow but eyes locked on you.

“I’m gonna hug you so tight,” he said. “Like, refuse to let go tight. And kiss you until you tell me to stop.”

You pretended to be unbothered, but your smile gave you away.

He laughed gently. “That a yes?”

You shook your head, cheeks warm. “We’ll see.”

Jake yawned and nestled deeper into his sheets. “One more day…”

“One more,” you echoed, slipping on your shoes.

And as you grabbed your bag and headed out the door, you couldn’t help but feel the smallest flicker of excitement under your skin.

Just one more.

That whole day felt… weird. Good weird. Butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of weird.

Everything you did—walking through the halls, sitting through class, zoning out during lunch—had one repeating thought in the back of your mind: Jake’s coming back today.

You weren’t texting him much. Just a few updates here and there.

He sent you a photo of the plane window, captioned: Next stop: you.

And that alone had you stuffing your phone into your locker before you completely melted in front of everyone.

By the time school ended, your legs were bouncing nonstop on the bus ride home. You told yourself you were being chill. Normal. Totally not overthinking the fact that Jake Sim, the boy who once treated girls like trophies, who once made you a bet, was now someone you were waiting for.

And maybe even falling for.

You got home, changed into something a little more comfortable, and threw yourself on your bed—phone clutched in your hand like it was your lifeline.

Then, a text buzzed through:

@simjyn: Landed. Be at yours in 20. Don’t freak out.

Your heart immediately started freaking out.

You sat up fast, checked your reflection in the mirror, and tried to tell yourself it wasn’t that deep.

But it was.

Because this wasn’t just any visit.

This was the first time you were going to see him since everything—

Since the bet, the heartbreak, the slow rebuild.

Since the quiet confessions and late night calls and the I miss yous.

This was real.

And you were about to find out just how real it truly felt… when he was standing right in front of you.

The next twenty minutes felt like an eternity. You paced around your room, picking up and putting down random things—your phone, your makeup bag, your shoes—anything to distract yourself from the nervous energy building in your chest.

You had to keep reminding yourself to breathe. It’s just Jake. It’s just Jake.

But it wasn’t just Jake, was it?

It was the Jake. The one you’d spent weeks on edge about. The one who’d broken your heart and then somehow, miraculously, started piecing it back together. The one who told you things that made your stomach twist in ways you didn’t want to admit.

The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, making your heart jump into your throat.

You took a steadying breath and headed for the door, barely holding it together. When you opened it, Jake was standing there, grinning like he owned the world. His hair was a little messy, his eyes bright, and there was a certain softness to him that you hadn’t expected.

“Hey,” he said, voice low, a little hoarse from the travel. “Miss me?”

You just stared at him for a beat before a small laugh escaped your lips. “Are you really gonna ask that after everything?”

Jake stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he swept you into a hug. The warmth of his body was instant—familiar, comforting—and for the first time in days, you felt like maybe this was right. Like maybe it wasn’t a mistake to want him around.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quiet now, like he was finally ready to admit it. “I know I messed up, but I really meant it when I said I wanted to try. I’m here for you. I want this… with you.”

You pulled back slightly to look him in the eye, your heart still racing from the flood of emotions crashing over you.

“You’re not just saying that because you’re back now?” you asked, unsure if you were ready to hear the answer.

Jake’s hand cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of you. “No. It’s not just because I’m here. I was never going to get off the plane without making things right. I wanted to be here. For you. For us.”

You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t form the words you needed to say. Instead, you stood there, eyes locked on his, and let the silence speak for you.

Finally, Jake leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “So, how about we just… try again? No games, no past stuff. Just us.”

You took in a shaky breath, then nodded.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Jake smiled, that familiar cocky grin back on his face, but there was something new in his eyes—something deeper. “Good,” he murmured before gently leaning in to kiss you.

It was soft, tentative at first, like he was waiting for permission. You let him, sinking into the kiss, and for that brief moment, it felt like all the tension and uncertainty of the past few weeks just melted away.

When he pulled back, he grinned again. “Tomorrow, I’m not jet-lagged. We’re going out. I’m taking you on a real date.”

You laughed softly, still in a daze from his kiss. “What’s a ‘real date’ to you?”

“Dinner, movie, some late-night snacks, maybe another kiss or two…” Jake shrugged. “The usual, but with less games.”

You smiled, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering in response. “I think I could get used to this.”

Jake just chuckled and pulled you close again, arms wrapping around you like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to relax into him, knowing that whatever came next, you were finally ready to let things unfold.

Jake stood by the door, his hands casually in his pockets, looking around your room like he was trying to make himself comfortable. His eyes settled on you, and there was that same soft look he always had when he wasn’t being cocky or teasing.

“So, uh…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly a little unsure for the first time tonight. “Is Yuna here?”

You blinked, glancing toward the empty bed across the room. Yuna was out with her boyfriend, which left you alone in the apartment for the night. You’d assumed it would just be the two of you hanging out, but the way Jake asked made your heart skip a beat.

“Uh, no, she’s out with her boyfriend for the night,” you replied, biting your lip. “Why?”

Jake looked almost shy for a second, before shrugging. “Well, I was thinking… maybe I could stay here tonight?” His voice was hesitant, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was asking because he really wanted to, or if it was just the most natural thing for him to do. But when his eyes met yours, there was a sincerity there that made your stomach flutter.

You froze, a nervous little laugh escaping your lips. Stay the night?

You’d never had a guy stay over, especially not someone like Jake—someone who had once seemed like the kind of guy who’d never do anything that serious with someone. The idea of him being so close to you all night, even after everything, made your heart race. You couldn’t lie—it made you feel… nervous.

“Uh… yeah. Sure,” you said quietly, looking down at your feet, suddenly feeling shy.

Jake smiled, a bit relieved. “You sure? I don’t wanna make it awkward or anything, I just… I’ve missed being with you.”

Your heart melted at his words, but the nerves were still there, fluttering in your chest. “It’s not awkward,” you replied, glancing up at him. “I just… haven’t really had anyone stay over before. It’s… different.”

Jake stepped closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming in the best way. He reached for your hand and gently tugged you towards him, his smile soft and comforting. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, okay? I just wanna spend time with you. Just you and me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. “Okay…” you whispered, not sure what to expect, but feeling strangely calm in his arms.

Jake’s lips pressed softly to your forehead, his hand still holding yours as he led you to the bed. “Then, how about we just watch a movie? You pick.”

You nodded, still feeling that little wave of nervousness, but somehow comforted by the way Jake treated you. This wasn’t a game anymore, and maybe it wasn’t the big leap you’d both once imagined. But it was a step, and that was enough.

As Jake settled next to you on the bed, you grabbed your remote and flipped through the options. He leaned against the headboard, pulling you closer, as you snuggled into his side, your heart beating just a little faster than normal.

You weren’t sure what the future held, but right now, in this quiet moment with Jake, you were willing to let the night unfold however it came.

And, even if you were nervous, you didn’t mind that he was here. With you.

The bed felt a little too big for just the two of you at first. You were trying to settle in, but your nerves kept making it awkward. You told yourself it would be fine, but the reality of him being here—so close, sharing this space with you—was a little more overwhelming than you expected.

Jake, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease. He’d clearly been in similar situations before, and the way he moved around the bed, adjusting the pillows, grabbing the blanket to throw over both of you, was effortless. He wasn’t even trying to be cautious. To him, it was just another night, another moment to relax.

You, on the other hand, lay stiff beside him, your back to him as you tried to make yourself comfortable without being too aware of his presence.

Then, you heard him yawn. “So… not bad, huh?” he said casually, turning on his side to face you, his gaze sharp and mischievous. “I mean, I know you’re probably not used to me being here, but don’t worry. I’m a great bedmate.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes even though you couldn’t hide a small smile. “Yeah, sure. No more moving around, okay? I’m trying to sleep.”

Jake grinned, clearly not even the slightest bit tired. “It’s only like 6 AM for me, babe. It’s morning in Australia, so I’m wide awake.” He paused for a second before adding, “And don’t worry. I’m not that bad. I’ll let you sleep.”

But he didn’t.

The next few minutes were a blur of shifting blankets and restless movements. Every time you thought you might finally fall asleep, Jake would adjust, making sure you felt every inch of his presence next to you. It was like he was a human radiator.

He kept moving, lightly bumping into you, his arm brushing against yours as he stretched and shifted again. You groaned, turning onto your back, trying to get some space. But Jake had other plans.

“C’mon, you can’t be mad at me forever,” he murmured, his fingers trailing over your cheek as he pinched it, all while giving you that infuriatingly sweet smile.

“Jake, I’m trying to sleep,” you snapped, your voice more irritated than you meant it to be.

“I know. You’re cute when you’re grumpy.” He grinned and leaned in to pinch your other cheek. “You’re like a little puppy when you’re all sleepy and mad.”

You huffed, swatting his hand away, but Jake only laughed softly, ignoring your protests. He pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly, so there was no escape.

“What are you doing?” you muttered, fighting the urge to squirm out of his grip.

“I’m cuddling you. Isn’t that what you do when you’re sleeping next to someone? Come on, you can’t be mad at me. It’s cute when you’re mad.” Jake’s tone was teasing, almost too playful for how much he was invading your personal space.

You gritted your teeth, pushing at his chest weakly, but the more you tried to get away, the more he pulled you in. Eventually, you just gave up, sighing in frustration, the warmth of his embrace making you feel a little too comfortable despite your annoyance.

“Seriously, Jake, I’m not in the mood for this,” you muttered, trying to wiggle free.

But instead of letting go, Jake’s hand rested on the top of your head, gently stroking your hair, as if trying to soothe you. “Shhh. Just relax, okay? You’ve had a rough couple of days. Let me take care of you.”

His words were soft and gentle, but the way he was treating you, so carefree and natural, made everything feel more intense.

You felt your face flush. God, why was he so affectionate?

Your body was tense, but Jake didn’t seem to care. He continued his little “babying” routine, pinching your cheeks again, running his hand down your arm. “You really are cute when you’re trying to act tough.”

You shoved his hand away again. “Stop!” you groaned, your face burning now, both from being flustered and from how absolutely done you were with his teasing. But even as you spoke, you couldn’t help but feel your frustration shift into something else. The warmth of his closeness, the way he kept trying to make you laugh—despite how embarrassed you were—it was impossible to ignore the fact that a part of you was starting to soften.

Jake seemed to sense that too, because his smile softened, and for a brief second, he pulled back just enough to look at you seriously. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop… for now,” he said, but there was a playful glint in his eyes that told you he was far from done.

“Good,” you muttered, turning to face the other side of the bed.

Jake’s voice suddenly broke through the quiet, whining as he flopped onto his back. “I’m bored!” he groaned dramatically, his arms thrown wide as he stared up at the ceiling. “This is so lame. Can we do something fun?”

The frustration that had been simmering inside you all night bubbled over. You were already feeling irritable from his constant moving around and messing with you, and now this? You turned on your side, facing him, opening your mouth to let him have it.

“What do you mean, bored? You’re the one who—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Jake was already leaning in, his lips pressing urgently against yours, silencing whatever you were about to say. His kiss was sudden and intense, catching you completely off guard. The feeling of his lips on yours made everything in you freeze. You were mad, frustrated, confused—and yet your body couldn’t help but respond to him.

You pulled away, heart pounding, cheeks flushed. “What the hell, Jake?” you gasped, feeling a little more than just flustered.

Jake smirked, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and playful. “You were about to yell at me, weren’t you? I just had to shut you up for a second.”

Before you could even process what was happening, he kissed you again. This time, it was slower, deeper, and when he pulled away, your lips felt tingling, your mind a little hazy.

But Jake wasn’t done. His hands slid to your waist, and in one fluid movement, he was over you, his body hovering above yours. His eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race, and his breath was coming out in soft pants.

“Jake, wait, we can’t—” you tried to protest, but your voice faltered as his lips moved down to your neck, his body pressing closer to yours.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured, his voice thick with something you couldn’t quite place. He kissed you again, more passionately this time, as his hands moved to pull you even closer. Every touch, every kiss, only seemed to stir something deeper in you.

And even though you were still mad, flustered, and unsure, you couldn’t deny how badly your body responded to his closeness. The kiss deepened, the air between you thick with tension and the weight of everything unsaid.

It was like you couldn’t breathe without him, even as your mind screamed at you to pull away, to think clearly. But all you could focus on were his lips, his hands, and the way his body made yours burn with the kind of heat you hadn’t expected.

And in that moment, everything else just seemed to fade away.

You pulled away from Jake just enough to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. The heat between you was still lingering, and your heart was hammering in your chest.

“Jake,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “Don’t… don’t leave any marks.”

Jake paused, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. “What, are you worried someone’s gonna see? You know, it’ll just be our little secret.”

You felt the tension rise in your chest. “Jake, seriously. No marks.”

But he only smirked, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Too late,” he said softly, pressing his lips to your neck again. His kiss was soft at first, but there was a quiet intensity behind it, his lips leaving a trail of heat.

You gasped, a shiver running down your spine. “Jake…” you protested weakly, but his lips were already moving with more confidence, his hands gently pulling your body even closer to his.

“Shh,” he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re just too irresistible, you know that?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus, but the way his mouth was slowly marking the sensitive skin of your neck made it hard to think. He didn’t seem to care about your protests, and in a way, you didn’t want him to. The moment was too intense for you to pull back now.

“Jake, I said no marks,” you breathed, but your voice wavered as his lips pressed harder against the skin of your neck.

But Jake’s grin never wavered as he kissed you once more. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered teasingly. “But you know you like it.”

And before you could say anything else, he placed another kiss on your skin, and this time, it was more than just a light touch—it was deeper, more possessive.

You couldn’t help but groan, your body reacting in ways you hadn’t expected, and all of your careful reservations melted away beneath him.

Jake pulled away for a moment, his eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite place. He gave you a slow, almost predatory grin before sitting up slightly. Without saying a word, he pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side.

Your breat caught in your throat as your eyes involuntarily roamed over his toned chest. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him shirtless before, but now… this felt different. The way his body moved, the way he stared down at you with that same confident smirk—something about it was making your pulse quicken.

He watched you carefully, gauging your reaction. “You okay?” he asked, voice low, teasing.

You swallowed hard, trying to collect your thoughts, but they were all scrambled. “I—yeah,” you muttered, not entirely sure if you believed it yourself. You wanted to look away, to regain some control over the situation, but your eyes kept drifting back to his chest, his body in a way you couldn’t quite pull yourself away from.

“Good,” Jake murmured, leaning back down toward you, his body pressing against yours once more. “Because I’m not done yet.”

You barely had time to process his words before his lips were on yours again, pulling you into another kiss that made it harder to think about anything else. The way his bare skin felt against yours, the warmth of his body, everything seemed to blur into a haze of desire and confusion.

Despite all the hesitation still lingering inside you, your body reacted instinctively, leaning into the kiss and feeling that undeniable pull toward him. And for a moment, everything else—your worries, your reservations, your doubts—faded into the background.

Jake’s kiss deepened, the intensity of it making your pulse race, and you could feel every inch of him pressed against you. Your heart pounded in your chest, and despite your earlier protests, you couldn’t stop yourself from responding. He was so close now, his body hovering above yours, the heat from his skin making you feel both excited and nervous.

His hands gently moved to your sides, his fingertips grazing the skin just beneath your shirt, sending a wave of electricity through your body. You wanted to pull back, to stop it before it went any further, but every part of you—every instinct—wanted to stay.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” Jake murmured against your lips, as if sensing your hesitation. His voice was quieter now, softer, and you could feel the tenderness beneath the teasing tone.

You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breath. “I know,” you whispered back, your voice trembling slightly. But the tension was still there, between you both, thick and palpable.

Jake shifted slightly, lifting himself up just enough to look down at you. His hands gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. “I don’t want to rush you,” he said seriously, his eyes searching yours for some kind of reassurance. “But if you’re still unsure about anything… just say the word, and we’ll stop.”

For a brief moment, you felt the weight of your emotions, the confusion swirling inside you. You wanted to trust him. Part of you did. But then the doubt crept in—how much of this was him really caring about you? And how much was just him playing his usual game?

You tried to push those thoughts away, your hand reaching up to gently rest on his chest. “I’m just… trying to figure things out,” you confessed, your voice quiet but honest.

Jake gave you a small smile, his thumb now gently rubbing over your skin. “I get it. And I’m here, okay? Whatever you need.”

And for the first time in a long while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, there was a chance things could be different between you two. The trust you had been struggling to build was fragile, but it was there. And despite everything—despite how complicated things had gotten—you couldn’t ignore the warmth that spread through you when you were with him.

“Thanks,” you said softly, looking up at him. “I’m still figuring it out, but… I don’t want to let you go.”

Jake’s smile widened, his eyes softening as he leaned down to kiss you again, slower this time, as if trying to communicate everything he hadn’t said with his actions. It wasn’t perfect, and you weren’t sure where things were headed, but for once, you let yourself believe that maybe this could be something worth fighting for.

The air was heavy with the quiet aftermath, both of you lying side by side in the tangled sheets, the room still filled with the lingering warmth of the moment. You didn’t speak at first, unsure of how to break the silence. Your heart was still racing, the intensity of everything that had happened swirling in your mind, and a part of you felt vulnerable, exposed.

Jake lay on his back, one arm draped across his chest as he stared up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. He seemed calm, but you could see the subtle shift in the way he was holding himself, like there was more going on behind his relaxed exterior than he was letting on.

You turned your head to look at him, your heart still pounding in your chest. “Jake…” your voice was quiet, almost hesitant, like you weren’t sure what you needed to say. You wanted to ask so many things, to know where you both stood now, but the words seemed stuck.

Jake turned his head to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that you hadn’t seen before. He smiled, though it was more subdued than his usual cocky grin. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, as if he was giving you space to process everything.

You nodded slowly, unsure of how to explain what you were feeling. “I think so,” you whispered, but the words still felt hollow, as if you didn’t fully believe them yourself.

Jake reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly tender. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready,” he murmured, his thumb lightly grazing your cheek. “But I’m here. And I meant what I said. I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

You looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his words sink in, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a little more grounded. Maybe you didn’t have all the answers, and maybe this wasn’t perfect, but you weren’t as afraid anymore.

“Thanks,” you said softly, your voice barely a whisper.

Jake’s smile grew, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to thank me. I just want you to be happy,” he murmured.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound the faint hum of the night outside. It was messy, and maybe you weren’t ready to give everything over just yet, but you knew one thing—things with Jake were no longer the same. Whether that was a good or bad thing, you weren’t entirely sure, but for now, it felt real.

And for the first time in a long while, you let yourself believe that maybe that was enough.

The peaceful silence that had settled between you and Jake was abruptly shattered by the sound of a door creaking open, followed by the unmistakable click of a lock being turned. You both froze, panic and confusion flashing across your faces.

The door swung open, and to your horror, Yuna and her boyfriend, Mark, stood in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. Yuna’s face was a mix of disbelief and surprise, while Mark’s expression was one of utter confusion.

“What the hell?” Yuna’s voice was sharp, but still laced with the shock of what she was seeing. “It’s three in the morning, why the hell are you two—?”

You scrambled to sit up, suddenly feeling exposed in a way you never thought possible. Jake, always cool and collected, sat up quickly too, his face just as surprised. He looked at you, then back at Yuna and Mark, clearly trying to gauge the situation.

“Yuna,” you stammered, your voice betraying the chaos that was suddenly consuming you. “I… um, it’s not what you think.”

Mark looked between the two of you, eyebrows raised. “Y/n and Jake…such a weird combo. What’s going on?”

Yuna stood frozen for a moment, then slowly closed the door behind her, her eyes never leaving you. “This is… Wow,” she muttered under her breath. “We should’ve knocked.”

“Yuna, it’s… it’s not like that,” you said, your words coming out rushed, a little too desperate for comfort.

Jake was the first to break the tension, his usual cocky grin slipping back onto his face. “No, actually, it’s exactly like that,” he said with a shrug, leaning back against the headboard, his tone casual as though it didn’t faze him in the slightest. “But, uh, a little privacy wouldn’t hurt next time, right?”

Yuna’s gaze flickered between the two of you, her face still unreadable, but Mark’s expression turned more thoughtful. “Alright, well, we can talk about this later,” he said, stepping back toward the door. “But seriously, next time, maybe lock it, yeah?”

Before either of you could respond, they turned and walked out, leaving you alone in the room again. The door clicked shut behind them, but the silence felt deafening now, far more overwhelming than before.

You let out a breath, your heart still racing. This wasn’t how you imagined the night going, but then again, nothing about this situation had been how you expected.

Jake leaned over, a playful smirk on his lips. “Well, that was a nice surprise, huh?”

You shot him a look, still feeling a little dazed. “I think I just want to sleep now,” you muttered, pulling the covers up around you, your face flushed with embarrassment.

Jake just chuckled, his hand resting on your arm. “I don’t blame you,” he said softly. “We’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

But even as you tried to settle back into the quiet, the strange events of the evening felt like a reminder of how everything between you had shifted. Whether it was for better or worse, you didn’t know yet. But one thing was for sure: it wasn’t over.

enha campus series

[lacydollette]

REGRET ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: ex!bf rafe x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of rafe cheating on you in the past, jealous rafe, angst, making out, mentions of alcohol

You stood infront of the mirror, running your fingers through your long, wavy hair. Your empty eyes, starring back at you, but tonight you were determined to leave the past behind. The party you were heading to wasn't your scene—too many people, too loud, typical kook — but you needed a distraction, something to keep your mind off the ache that had settled in your chest ever since that awful day two months ago.

Rafe had cheated on you. The betrayal still rooted deep in your core, and though you tried to push it out of your mind, the memories still haunted you. You'd cut off all contact with him, ignored his texts, blocked his number, and tried to distract yourself. But forgetting was harder than you'd imagined.

Tonight, you were going with Luke, a friend of a friend who seemed nice enough. He was nothing like Rafe, and that's exactly why you'd said yes when he asked you to go with him. Maybe if you spent time with someone else, you could convince yourself that you were over Rafe. Maybe if you smiled enough, danced enough, drank enough, you could drown out the pain.

The music throbbed through the house as the two of you arrived, putting on a smile as you and Luke wandered through the crowd. You could feel their eyes on you, whispers echoing off the walls. Everyone knew about what had happened—Rafe's betrayal had become public gossip, and you hated that they all knew about it. But tonight, you would try to ignore it.

Luke handed you a drink, and you took a sip, trying to relax. He leaned in closer, his words lost in the noise, but you nodded and laughed anyway, pretending to be engaged in whatever he was saying. The truth was, you weren't really listening. Your thoughts kept drifting back to Rafe but you quickly shook your head. It didn't matter. Rafe didn't matter anymore.

But then you saw him.

He was standing across the room, leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on you. Your heart almost exploded in your chest, and for a moment, you couldn't breathe. He looked different somehow—tired, maybe even a little lost. He was alone, which surprised you. Rafe had always been the center of attention, surrounded by friends and admirers, but tonight he seemed to have distanced himself from the crowd.

You tore your gaze away and turned back to Luke, but you could feel Rafe's eyes on you, and it made your skin prickle. He knew why you had come to this party—you were trying to escape him. But instead of helping you forget, the night had brought him right back into your arms.

You needed to leave. You couldn't handle seeing him, not now, not when your emotions were still so raw. He watched as you made your way through the crowd, eyes darting toward the exit, clearly overwhelmed. Something in him tightened. He couldn’t let you walk away, not this time.

As you slipped into the quieter hallway, his hand shot out, gently catching your arm. "y/n, wait," Rafe’s voice was soft, almost pleading. You froze, heart pounding in your ears. You didn't want to turn around, didn't want to look at him, but something in his voice made you stop. For a moment, he thought you might walk away anyway, but slowly, you turned to face him. Your words came out cold though, distant.

“Cameron.” You mumbled out, not granting him the satisfaction of letting his name slip from your lips. He looked at you, his blue eyes filled with a sadness that took you by surprise. "I know you don't want to talk to me," he began, his voice rough, reaching out to brush his hand against your arm, "but I need to say this. I'm so sorry, y/n. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it." You swallowed hard, throat tight. "Rafe, I don't—"

"Please, just let me say this." His hand slipped from your arm, and he ran it through his hair in frustration. "I've been trying to figure out how to make things right, but I know there's nothing I can do to take back what I did. I was stupid, and I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. I miss you, y/n. Every day, I think about you, and I just... I just want you to know that I'm sorry."

You stared at him, the words you wanted to say lodged in your throat. You wanted to scream at him, tell him how fucked up it all was. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw how broken he was too. The guilt and regret were written all over his face, and for the first time, you realized how bad he was hurting too.

But it didn't change what he'd done.

"You can't always expect to fix things with a simple 'sorry' Rafe. What you did was dumb and so selfish.." you said, voice trembling, "I'm still trying to put myself back together. I can't go through that again." His face fell, and he nodded, as if he'd expected this. "I understand," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I just needed you to know how sorry I am."

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you." You admitted, voice barely above a whisper. His jaw clenched, the weight of your words hitting him, but he couldn’t stop himself from stepping closer. "Please y/n..I'm sorry, I really am. I can't even sleep anymore. I’ve been going crazy without you."

His voice sounded low and smooth, the way it used to be when you two were happy. Your heart betrayed you, remembering the way he used to make you feel. There was a pull, something magnetic about him that was impossible to ignore. “I miss you. I miss us.”

Your breath hitched as he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch felt electric, almost magnetic and you had to take all the strength that was in you, not to give in. But the tension became unbearable at this point, his ocean blue eyes piercing through yours.

For a moment, you were torn, fighting against the memories of when things were good. He stepped even closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, that familiar scent making your head spin.

“Rafe..this doesn’t change anything.”

You said, hesitation in your voice, heart racing, everything screaming at you to push him away. But your body betrayed you, and when his lips finally touched yours, you didn’t stop him.

The kiss deepened, becoming urgent, your hands resting on his shoulders, and soon your back was pressed against the wall. The tension between the two of you being undeniable, stirring up everything you thought you had buried.

His hands roamed your back, and as one of his hands began to slide down to your chest, you snapped out of it, grabbing his wrist to stop him. You pulled away, breathing heavily, your mind suddenly racing, as guilt washed over you. “Wait—Rafe, stop.”

He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in you. His hand freezing in place. “What’s wrong?” He asked breathlessly, his figure still close to yours. You stepped back, running a hand through your hair, trying to get your head straight, not wanting to make any hasty decisions while being under the influence.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m here with someone else. I came with Luke.” You mumbled, your gaze instantly turning towards Rafe, knowing that you shouldn’t have said that. At the mention of the others name, Rafe’s face hardened. His eyes flashed with jealousy, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“Luke? You’re with him?” He growled, voice darkened, the hurt quickly turning into something more dangerous. “Let me talk to him.” Your eyes widened, panic rising in your chest. You knew Rafe’s temper all too well, and you knew exactly what that “talk” would turn into.

"No. Rafe, don't. It's not like that. Please, just leave it.” You begged him, grabbing his wrist lightly. He stepped back at your touch, but his fists were still clenched. He tried to control himself, but you could see the anger brewing. “If it’s not like that, then leave with me. Right now. We can figure this out.” Rafe turned around, his hands gripping at your shoulders, his tall frame leaning down to you.

You hesitated, mind spinning. You knew it was a bad idea, knew you shouldn’t, but there was still something about him that pulled you in, making you want to believe things could be different. Your heart pounded in your chest as you weighed your options, torn between what you knew was right and what you felt in this moment.

"Rafe..I-" you began speaking, but the words seemed to be stuck in your throat once again. He looked at you for a long moment, noticing how you got lost in your own thoughts, "y/n, please?”

“Fine. I’ll leave with you. But this doesn’t mean we’re okay.” Relief washed over his face as he nodded, a small, satisfied smirk pulling on his lips. He had won this round—for now. You walked out together, the tension still thick as the two of you leave the party behind, knowing that this night had only complicated things further..

ahh, my first rafe one shot, let me know if you want me to write more !!

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated !!

tags: @gibson-g1rl @beausling @starkeysprincess @drewsarms @nuemanfilms @drewspinkbunny @suyqa @supernatural-wolfie

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Part Two: Echoes of Exhaustion - The Mend

Part One

Jeonghan waits at Yn’s apartment from 10 p.m., only to find her returning at 3 a.m., exhausted with ramen in hand. He takes over, cooking her a meal, cleaning her up, and tucking her into bed with quiet apologies, slowly mending their rift through tender care as Yn begins to let him in again. Pairing: Idol Jeonghan x reader Genre: Angst, Fluff

The clock ticked past 10 p.m., and Jeonghan couldn’t take it anymore. The silence from you had stretched too long, gnawing at him with every unanswered text and call. He grabbed his jacket, slipped on his shoes, and headed to your apartment, a mix of determination and dread fueling his steps. He knew your routine—home by 8 p.m., usually winding down by now. If he showed up, he could apologize in person, see your face, and fix whatever mess he’d made. That was the plan, at least.

The streets were quiet as he drove, the city lights blurring past him. His mind raced, replaying that awful moment in the practice room, your hurt expression, the way you’d left without looking back. He’d been an idiot, letting exhaustion turn him into someone he wasn’t. He just needed to see you, to make it right.

When he reached your apartment building, he took the stairs two at a time, too impatient for the elevator. He knocked on your door, sharp and insistent, but there was no answer. Frowning, he tried again, louder this time. Nothing. He pressed his ear to the wood, straining to hear any sign of movement—silence. His stomach dropped. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text: “I’m at your place. Where are you?” No reply. He called, and it rang out to voicemail, your tired voice on the recording twisting the knife in his chest.

“She’s probably just asleep,” he muttered to himself, trying to rationalize it. He slid down to sit against the wall beside your door, legs stretched out in the dimly lit hallway. He’d wait. You’d be home soon. You had to be.

Hours crept by. 11 p.m. turned to midnight, then 1 a.m. He kept texting, kept calling, each unanswered attempt chipping away at his hope. “Yn, please, just let me know you’re okay.” “I’m still here. I’ll wait as long as it takes.” The hallway was cold, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, and his back ached from leaning against the wall, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not until he saw you.

By 2:30 a.m., exhaustion weighed heavy on him, his head dipping as he fought to stay awake. He didn’t know where you were, why you weren’t home, and the uncertainty clawed at him. Had something happened? Were you avoiding him? The guilt from his outburst mixed with worry, leaving him a mess of regret and longing.

It was nearly 3 a.m. when he heard the faint shuffle of footsteps. His head snapped up, and there you were—stumbling down the hallway, a plastic bag dangling from your hand, the faint scent of convenience store ramen wafting toward him. You looked wrecked, your hair a mess, dark circles bruising under your eyes, your shoulders slumped with fatigue. You didn’t see him at first, too focused on dragging yourself to your door. When you reached it, you fumbled with your keys, dropping them with a soft clink. A tired curse slipped from your lips, and instead of picking them up, you just… stopped. You slid down against the door, sitting on the floor, knees pulled to your chest. The bag crinkled as you set it beside you, pulling out a cup of instant noodles and a plastic spoon like it was all you had the energy for.

Jeonghan’s heart lurched. “Yn?”

Your head jerked up, eyes wide and bleary as they landed on him. For a moment, you just stared, like you couldn’t process why he was there. “Jeonghan?” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “What… what are you doing here?”

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, scrambling to his feet. His legs ached from sitting so long, but he ignored it, crouching in front of you. “I got here at 10. You weren’t home. I’ve been texting, calling—where were you?”

You blinked at him, too tired to mask the exhaustion etched into your face. “Work,” you mumbled, looking away. “It ran late. Really late.” You rubbed a hand over your eyes, smudging what little makeup remained. “I didn’t check my phone. Too much going on.”

He studied you, taking in the way you clutched the ramen cup like it was a lifeline, the way your hands trembled slightly from either hunger or fatigue—probably both. “You didn’t tell me you’d be out this late,” he said, his voice soft but tinged with worry. “I thought… I don’t know what I thought. That you were mad, or avoiding me, or—”

“I’m not mad,” you cut in, though your tone was flat, distant. You stabbed the spoon into the noodles, not meeting his gaze. “I’m just tired, Jeonghan. I’ve been working nonstop. I don’t have time to be mad.”

The words stung, but he saw the truth in them—the bone-deep weariness you carried. He reached out, gently taking the ramen from your hands despite your weak protest. “You don’t need this,” he said, setting it aside. “Come on, let’s get you inside. I’ll take care of you.”

You frowned, too drained to argue as he picked up your keys and unlocked the door. He helped you up, his arm steady around your waist as you swayed slightly. The apartment was dark and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos he knew you’d been through. He guided you to the couch, easing you down before heading to the kitchen.

“I’m not hungry,” you mumbled, but he ignored you, already pulling out ingredients—eggs, rice, a bit of seaweed he found in your pantry. He moved with quiet efficiency, the soft clatter of pans and the sizzle of food filling the silence. You watched him from the couch, too tired to protest, your eyelids drooping.

When he returned, he carried a steaming bowl of simple fried rice, the kind you loved when you were too worn out to think. “Eat,” he said gently, pressing it into your hands. “Just a little. For me.”

You sighed but took a bite, then another, the warmth of the food seeping into you. He sat beside you, watching with a small, relieved smile as color slowly returned to your face. When you finished, he took the bowl and set it aside, then pulled you closer, his fingers brushing through your tangled hair.

“You’re a mess,” he murmured, but there was no judgment in his voice—only fondness. He stood, tugging you up with him. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

In the bathroom, he sat you on the edge of the tub, grabbing a makeup wipe from the counter. With careful, gentle strokes, he wiped away the smudged eyeliner and mascara, his touch soft against your skin. “You don’t need to do this,” you muttered, but he just shushed you, his focus unwavering.

“Yes, I do,” he replied, tossing the wipe and running a warm washcloth over your face next. “I messed up, Yn. I hurt you, and I hate that. Let me take care of you now, okay?”

You didn’t have the energy to argue, and honestly, his care felt good—too good to resist. When he was done, he led you to your bedroom, pulling back the covers and helping you out of your stiff work clothes, replacing them with an oversized shirt he found in your drawer. You climbed into bed, the mattress sinking under you, and he tucked the blanket around you like you were something precious.

“Stay,” you whispered, your hand catching his wrist as he turned to leave.

He paused, then smiled—a real, soft smile that made your chest ache. “Always.” He kicked off his shoes and slid in beside you, pulling you into his arms. His warmth enveloped you, steady and grounding, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “I’m sorry. I’ll do better. Sleep now, I’ve got you.”

You nestled closer, the exhaustion finally overtaking you as his fingers traced soothing patterns on your back. For the first time in days, you felt safe, and cared for, and the tension melted away as you drifted off, wrapped in hirm.

[moongreenlight]

“Realistic Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley headcanons” and then it’s just the fun police.

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

- It makes me want to scoop my fucking brain out with a spoon when people say that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is some shy, anxious soft boy. I really do not believe he’d need to be coddled after a nightmare or babied when he’s feeling angsty. He is fine, y’all. Please don’t call paw patrol.

He is a soldier. He’s a war criminal. He is traumatized to the point of numbness. He is fucked up and weird and insane and honestly I think that we should all let everybody have their thing.

I cannot fix him. I do not want to fix him. I can only make him worse.

- Sorry but I just cannot write him having any kind of romantic feelings toward Soap. I like writing their dynamic more brotherly.

Furthest they’ve gone is ‘locker room gay.’

Like Johnny sends him dick pics on occasion because he thinks it’s funny and it pisses Ghost off.

That being said, I do read the occasional Ghoap fic. I’m not a perfect person. Sometimes it’s just yummy delicious.

- Feel like he’s the kind of freak to intentionally go to the gym without headphones. Something about discipline. Opting to just stare at the wall in front of him while he’s doing cardio or counting repetitions of exercises.

But on the rare occasion that he does indulge himself, he has a playlist of like 5-6 songs he likes and when it ends he just goes back to silence. Divorced dad rock. Chorded headphones only.

- Doesn’t have the debilitating commitment issues as people paint him out to have. Just commitment-phobic. Obviously stems from his past. He’s got that sexy deep rooted fear of abandonment or something horrible happening to people he actually lets close to him. But he’s not completely turned off by the idea of romantic attachments or close friends, just a little hesitant to open himself up to that kind of opportunity.

Probably very cagey about romantic partners. Doesn’t want the guys to know about you. Doesn’t keep pictures of you around his bunk or anything like that. He’s worried it’ll somehow compromise your safety. Worried about you getting swept up in his work.

- Women’s rights? Or Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley? I really do think he’d love to have a partner who lets him provide *everything* for them. He just wants to serve and protect. Wants his bird to be in a gilded cage all nice and safe and reliant on him for survival.

Doesn’t even really like the idea of you going to the grocery store by yourself. Would prefer if you just stayed put and tended his home and cooked him meals and let him dote on you and provide everything you could ever need.

- Has a really strange understanding of technology. He’s fine with the newer military stuff. That’s his element. He can do electrical wiring, set up a TV, install security cameras. That’s all whatever. But a cell phone? He doesn’t give a shit enough to keep up with the new updates and all the new things you have to learn when you get a smartphone. Wishes he would have kept a flip phone.

Texts like this: [OK. See youtonight.]

MAYBE has a private Facebook with no profile picture where the only things on his wall are Price wishing him a happy birthday every year.

His camera roll is like; 97 accidental screenshots of his Lock Screen, a few pictures of him and the task force boys, the inside of his pocket (another accident), a sunrise, a few cool things he found on missions, 34 pictures of Soap and Gaz when they took his phone.

- Insufferable in the early stages of trying to date him. Little to no communication other than basically demanding you meet him somewhere. Texting or talking on the phone? Like pulling fucking teeth. You think he’d rather be dead.

It was a headache getting him to go out in the first place. Maybe you worked at a bar where the guys would come to have a drink after a long day. He’s a little stand-offish but he’s handsome and he knows how to banter well enough for you to be persuaded by a coworker to slip him your number after you complained one too many times about a shit hookup or yet another terrible first date. It takes him nearly two weeks to phone you.

“Didn’t think you’d call.”

“Didn’t think I would either.”

He takes you out once, you think he seems sort-of interested, then he doesn’t phone or text you back for three days. You get over it. A few more dates in. You can tell he’s a bit more relaxed. A bit more open. You’re less worried that you’re a terrible conversationalist. Then he goes on a month long deployment without saying anything in advance. Radio fucking silent yet again. You want to tear your hair out. When he finally gets back, he’ll text you something like [Atthat pub you like. Drinks ?] completely out of the blue. You think you may actually go insane.

- Once he’s gotten used to you, it’s like the sole purpose of his life is to be your protector even if you’ve only recently convinced yourself he may want something casual. You’re small and grab-able. He knows how nasty people can be and what think when they see you. He needs to know that you’re taken care of, kept safe from such a scary world.

So he’ll just linger around you. All the time. Standing behind you when you’re at the till at the store, staring down the cashier who was only trying to be friendly when they asked if you had any fun plans for the rest of the day. Big arms folded over his chest. Looming so largely he threatens to eclipse you without taking a single step forward. Eyes burning a hole into the poor person who hastily finishes the transaction without another word.

Walking silently next to you in the evenings after you’re both off work; close enough to brush shoulders, but that’s about it. Listening to you chirp on about your day. Occasionally offering a small grunt of acknowledgement or a few words of interjection. Always walks on the side of the path that he thinks could pose you the most immediate danger. Shielding you from what may lurk in a darkened alley or a hedge or a small thicket of trees.

Scary dog privilege, but like… for when you go to fill your car up with gas in broad daylight in a good part of town and he insists on standing out there with you. ‘Just in case’ If he even lets you out of the car in the first place.

- AND OFF THAT POINT. I think once he’s decided that he’s actually fond of you, it goes from zero to a hundred so fast it makes your head spin.

Like the last time you spoke, it was still unclear on if you were keeping things casual or not and now you’re at dinner and the waiter just asked him if the two of you wanted dessert and Simon just grunts “dunno. Ask the missus.” ??? He sucks so bad I NEED him.

- As much as I love an overly possessive and jealous Simon, I saw this tweet that said “My girlfriend can wear what she wants because she’s a hoe and I knew that before we started dating” and it changed my life.

He’s secure enough not to need to cause a scene if someone makes a pass on you in public. He understands that you’re attractive and that other people are bound to find you attractive too. (Not that he doesn’t still want to pull their fingernails out one by one, threatening them and everything they love for daring to exist near you. He’s just got better control over himself than that. King.)

He knows he’s better than any of your other options. Nobody else could keep you as safe as he could. They don’t know the world like he does. They don’t know how breakable you are. How sweet and naive you can be.

Not to say he isn’t overly jealous and possessive, he just won’t pitch a fit in public.

LIKE dragging him to the bar with your friends and he sits at the table with all of your drinks. Him watching you dancing out of the corner of his eye, seeing some prat come up and grab your ass in passing. Or a group of guys dancing with your friends getting a little *too* close to you for his liking. He doesn’t do anything while the two of you are out- not wanting to ruin your fun. But that night after you’ve gotten back to his flat (He insisted. Closer to the bar. Uber was cheaper.) and he’s tearing your miniskirt off like it’s personally offended him. He’ll be a little rougher. A little more liberal with the marks his mouth leaves on your collarbones and inner thighs. His strong hands will grab at the fat of your hips a little harder than he should- leaving bruises where his fingers dug in. He’ll lean over you while you’re split open with his length, snarling down at you. “Had everyone’s attention tonight, didn’t you, pet?“ “You like havin’ eyes on you?” “Greedy fuckin’ slag.” “Can’t appreciate what you have.” “Need a reminder of who you’ve got to impress.” Maybe he’ll take you in front of a mirror, massive hand fixed on your jaw. Jerking your face up so you have to look at yourself being ruined by him. How pretty and slutty you look when your makeup is ruined by the tears he’s fucking out of you.

- He calls you ‘bird’ or ‘pet’ more often than anything else. A little on the nose for how he treats you. Like you’re some small, frail thing that can’t go a day without him. Stripped of your natural survival instincts and instead leaning on him for support and comfort and food and shelter. Just how he likes it.

GOD he’s a fucking freak. Gross and mean and fucked in the head. Makes my stomach hurt. I hate him. I wish I was schizophrenic so I could vividly hallucinate him.

[psformybss]

Right Where I Want to Be

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pairing: drew starkey x secret fiancee!reader

warnings: soft domestic fluff, late-night cuddles, Drew being the sweetest fiancé ever, wholesome vibes only

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The porch light flicked on as her car pulled into the driveway, washing the front of their home in a soft amber glow. It was nearly ten-thirty—well past dinner, long after the sun had dipped below the horizon, and later than she ever meant to get home.

Y/N sat behind the wheel for an extra beat, fingers still curled around the steering wheel. The radio was off, but the silence inside her car was louder than it should have been. Her head ached—not sharply, but dull and heavy, like her brain had been pressing against the inside of her skull for hours. Probably because she hadn’t eaten since noon. Probably because she’d spent all day on her feet, bouncing between two site visits, three client calls, and one unexpected delay that kept her in the studio hours past when she meant to leave.

She was still in work clothes: wide-legged slacks that now felt stiff and restricting, a blouse with one button undone near the collar, and heels she already wanted to throw in the back of her closet. And now all she wanted—all she could think about—was Drew.

She grabbed her bag and dragged herself up the steps, every movement slower than the last. She didn’t even bother turning on the porch light when she left that morning, but she knew Drew must’ve switched it on for her—probably around sunset when he realized she wouldn’t be home by dinner. Again.

The front door creaked softly as she pushed it open. The familiar scent of cedarwood and something faintly sweet—vanilla, maybe, or Drew’s cologne—wrapped around her like a hug the moment she stepped inside.

The lights in the entryway were dimmed, and from the living room, she saw the soft golden glow of a lamp casting a warm circle of light over the couch.

And there they were.

Drew, stretched out lengthwise across the sectional in a pair of soft gray sweatpants and a cotton long-sleeve that hung loosely on his frame, was fast asleep. Teddy—curled into the crook of his chest like he’d been there all day—lifted his head as soon as he heard the door, ears perking up and tail thumping once against the couch cushion.

“Hi, bub,” Y/N whispered, letting her bag slide from her shoulder to the hardwood with a dull thud. She crouched down as Teddy trotted over, tongue lolling as he nuzzled into her. “Missed you.”

Behind her, Drew stirred.

His voice came low and warm, heavy with sleep. “Hey, baby.”

She didn’t even have time to answer before his arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against his chest. She let herself sink into him, closing her eyes as she finally—let herself exhale.

“You waited up?” she murmured.

“Of course I did.” He kissed the top of her head, lips brushing through her hair. “You didn’t answer my last text. Had me worried.”

“I left my phone in the studio,” she admitted. “Got stuck trying to fix that cabinet install for the Martins. Again.”

Drew hummed, the sound vibrating in his chest. “You hungry?”

“A little,” she said. “But mostly…I just want you.”

That was all he needed to hear.

He gently pulled her toward the couch, letting her sink into the cushions before crawling in beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Teddy settled back into his usual spot—half on her legs, half on Drew’s, a living, breathing blanket of golden fluff.

She sighed, melting between them.

Drew brushed a hand along her thigh. “Rough day?”

She nodded against his shoulder. “One of those days where everything feels like it’s falling apart, and no one knows what they want, but somehow it’s still your job to fix it all.”

“That’s because you’re a badass,” he said, half-smiling. “And you care too much.”

She huffed a laugh. “Probably true.”

There was a quiet stretch of peace after that. No words. Just the quiet tick of the old wall clock in the kitchen and the low hum of the fridge down the hall. Teddy’s breathing slowed. Drew’s hand moved gently, back and forth, over the curve of her waist like he didn’t even realize he was doing it—just muscle memory now, the way he comforted her without needing to ask.

“I missed you today,” she murmured.

“I missed you more.”

“You’re not allowed to win.”

“I always win,” he said, grinning lazily into her hair. “Fiancé privileges.”

That made her smile. Even now, even when her muscles ached and her eyelids were fighting to stay open, he made her feel like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

She twisted slightly to face him better, her hand sliding under the hem of his shirt to rest against the warm skin of his stomach. “I know I’ve been working late a lot lately…”

“Babe,” he interrupted gently, “you don’t have to explain. I get it. I just worry about you, that’s all. You take care of everyone else all day. You forget to take care of you.”

“I didn’t forget,” she whispered, eyes fluttering closed. “I came home to you.”

Drew kissed her again—slow, deliberate, right on the forehead.

“You always have me,” he said softly.

Teddy shifted, making a little huff of protest, and she giggled—barely—and let the sound fade into Drew’s chest.

“I don’t need anything else,” she said.

“You’re not going to bed in work clothes, though,” Drew teased, even as he tucked a blanket over her legs.

She groaned. “Don’t make me move. I finally found the perfect spot.”

“I’ll carry you,” he said, already leaning down like he might actually do it.

She cracked one eye open. “Don’t you dare.”

He just smirked, kissed her again, and tucked her in tighter.

And there, with his arms around her and Teddy curled up by their feet, she let herself fully relax for the first time that day.

No deadlines. No meetings. No drafts or floorplans or clashing wallpaper opinions.

Just this.

Just him.

Just home.

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︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶

an: my babies 🥹 i love writing fluffy moments between them so much

[stvrnioloslvt]

stressed out - chris sturniolo

genre: smut / t.w: mdni, mutual masturbation, getting caught

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silence fell heavy in the kitchen where chris nipped mindlessly at his lunch with the fork. his eyes were fixed on his phone, waiting for a notification, anything that could help him understand how to act around you lately.

he wasn't mad, he knew that you were just so stressed with your uni assignments and exams that you were reaching a no turning back point, he just wished for you to actually take a moment to yourself, relax and then start again.

right as he picked up the phone to send you a quick text, he heard the noise of keys shuffling and the door opening.

"i'm home," you called out weakly, heading towards your room. as you walked past the kitchen you heard chris greeting you, a hint of hope in his "hi baby", but you couldn't bear to even look at him in the eyes.

as you opened the door of your room, you threw your backpack on the ground, pulled out your books and let them fall on your desk. you took a step back as you watched the endless pile of sheets looking back at you, your mind swirling around like crazy trying to understand how to organise your work, how to not fail your classes.

but what if you did? what if you actually failed? you had never even gotten a bad mark when you were in school, you couldn't let that happen now. what would everyone think, then?

you closed your eyes, hands holding onto the desk until your knuckles turned white as you took deep breaths to calm your nerves.

"baby," chris's hand snuck around your waist, pulling you close to his body. you flinched, so immersed in your mind that you didn't even hear him enter the room. "please, don't. you need to do something else or you're going to have a burnout."

"i have work to do-"

"let me help you."

"you wouldn't even know what it is about."

"i'm not talking about your assignments."

soft lips landed on your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. you tensed as you felt your boyfriend's bony hand travel under your skirt, stroking your thigh gently. you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, resisting the sudden urge to throw yourself at your boyfriend. when was the last time you had sex?

"relax, ma. i got you."

"chris" a whimper fell from your lips, his index teasing your clit through your panties. you shuddered at the contact, feeling yourself grow more and more aroused by the second.

"i-have work to do-" chris hummed sympathetically at your words, sucking a violet hickey on your neck. for all that mattered you could have dropped out of college in that instant if that meant that he wouldn't see you in so much stress. his finger kept tracing patterns on your panties with feather like pressure, working on getting you all worked up. he chuckled internally as he felt the fabric getting damper by the second.

"what a shame," he whispered in your ear, fingers dipping inside your panties, rubbing circles on your clit, "i doubt you could focus in this state, hm?"

you couldn't hold back a soft gasp at the contact, your hips bucking against his hand trying to get more friction against your aching clit. chris held you firmly against his body, preventing you from squirming around too much, while his own throbbing member poked at your back.

his kisses travelled up your jaw ending at your earlobe, which he lightly nibbled. he groaned as he pushed a finger inside you, feeling your warm walls welcoming the new presence.

you threw your head back on his shoulder, loosing yourself in pleasure as he finally fingered you, squelching wet noises filling the otherwise silent room.

"good girl," he whispered in your ear, adding another finger in, your moans and cries only pushing him further in his ministrations.

"is this what you needed to fix your attitude? daddy's fingers inside you? hm?"

you nodded desperately, one hand leaving the desk to grip his forearm as your orgasm approached faster than ever before. you squeezed hard around his fingers, signaling him that you were close.

"that's it baby, c'mon give it to me... thaat's it, atta girl"

a loud cry left your lips as you came, spasming in his arms while he helped you ride out your climax.

you panted heavily, shaking from the intensity of it all.

"one more," you managed to whisper, catching your boyfriend's attention.

"you got one more?"

"hm."

"can you handle it?"

you nodded, thighs clenching in order to provide some sort of friction to your aching clit.

"turn around."

you did as he said, turning slowly before meeting his flushed expression, pupils blown and dark as his gaze pinned you on the spot. his hands grabbed your hips tightly, pushing you more against the desk until you were trapped in between.

you stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, until you whimpered a weak "please," both of you snapping and kissed passionately, tongues fighting for dominance.

his knee pushed your legs open, hands pressing you on his thigh, guiding you in moving back and forth. you moaned relieved as you started grinding on his leg, hands reaching under your skirt to pull aside your panties and rub directly on his jeans, the friction sending waves of sparks through your body.

"i-fuck," the sound of chris's belt falling to the ground brought you back to reality, watching through hooded eyes as he frantically popped open the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down. he sighed relieved at the lack of constriction, his hand mindlessly stroking his dick through the fabric as the other held you against his leg.

you reached for his pants, pulling them down slightly to reveal the dark wet patch on his briefs, precum oozing out of the tip.

you licked your lips at the view, staring hungrily as you pulled his member out. chris groaned, a whispered "thank you" lingering in the air as you wrapped your hand around his throbbing dick, already red and ready to release.

chris caught your lips in a kiss as the both of you worked on getting the other off, your orgasms behind the corner.

"chris," you cried, feeling yourself reaching your climax, "oh fuck chris please please, please"

"yes, fuck- good girl, you're so- shit i'm cumming-" your grip tightened around his cock, pumping faster as thick ropes of cum spilled out and on your hands, dripping on your clothes and on the ground.

"yo, y/n, have you seen my...what the actual fuck is happening?!"

"matt get out!" you screamed, throwing your pencil case at his head.

"in my house? under my roof? WHILE WE'RE HERE? i really need to move, this shit is getting crazier by the day." and as matt walked away from the room rambling about how his house wasn't to be disrespected like that, you looked back at chris that stared at you exactly as surprised as you were. in the end, you could do nothing but laugh at the insanity of the situation, your stress long forgotten.

© stvrnioloslvt

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃/𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓

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ngl i'm not really satisfied with my writing but i had this idea and i had to write it down. nevertheless, i hope you enjoyed it! the taglist will be in the comments since it won't let me tag you here.

love you all,

-bree <3

[kavlitzlver]

Fuck me you.

Tom Kaulitz x Fem!reader

summary : after moving to America to persue your acting career, you had to leave your old life behind, with that, the complicated relationship you had with Tom Kaulitz too. One day you two fuck, the other you’re just typical best friends. You managed to stay in contact for a while through face time and texts, until you found out about that girlfriend of his. When you were invited to an after party of some award show, things get very heated.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral sex , just sexual language

I wrote this in a hurry and didn’t test read it, so excuse me for any mistakes :)

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The loud music was blasting through my ears, people dancing and laughing everywhere I looked as I scanned the whole club. I knew he’d be here anywhere, I saw his damn name on that security guards list. Tom Kaulitz.

His name alone caused my stomach to turn.

I sat down at one of the round tables standing in each corner of the overfilled club, full of celebrities I’d die to talk too. The co stars of my recent Tv show sat besides me, ordering drinks and talking about the next few shoots we had, but all I could do was looking for him, looking for his fucking face in that crowd. He still had that chokehold over me.

There he was, now with black braids, a bandana around his head, his typical oversized clothes, all black, legs spread like he wants everyone to stare, his tongue playing with his lip piercing, so damn arrogant - just like I remembered.

He spotted me all the way from the other side of the club, his dark eyes reflecting the lights, staring right through my souls when he starts to grin. I felt my heart sink to the ground, a mixture of anger and desperation inside me, I hated how he still looked at me like nothing happened.

I stand up, pulling my tight dark red dress a few inches down as it slipped almost above my ass, I don’t dare looking at him, but when I did for just a second, he was already standing, watching my every move. His head pointed to the bathroom, grinning at me like a desperate animal as he mouthed something I couldn’t quite understand.

Fuck me, why did I actually found my way into that bathroom, why does he still have that control over me.

I closed the door, facing the wall when I fix my hair and dress, not even daring to look behind when two hands gripped my waist, pulling me back until there was no space between us. “Missed me?” his raspy voice send shivers down my spine, I felt his breath on my neck, his mouth almost touching my ear.

He turned me around in a quick motion, almost throwing me against the wall, his whole body pressed against mine, lips almost touching. “Haven’t answered my calls…” he stroked my hair behind my ear, revealing my neck. “Not nice.”

“Didn’t want to be a burden for that blonde chick you’ve been fucking” I scoff, tensing under his touch.

“Who told you?” He looked up again, almost surprised by my words. His hands slit down my waist,then my thighs, until he found the end of my dress, pulling it up just enough so he could slit under it. “Who told you?” He repeated, playing with the hem of my laces underwear. I couldn’t help but slipped out a soft moan as his fingers left soft touches down there, running circles on my inner thigh.

“Does it matter-“ I look to the side, not facing him, I knew one look into those eyes would make me weak. He grinned, moving my panties to the side and inserting his middle finger into me, making me gasp. “Trying to change the subject hm? ” his voice echoed through my ears, his finger moving in and out of me as I barely stood on two feet. He clearly enjoyed the effect he caused on me as he had a satisfied smile all over his face.

“Who told you?” Tom asked again, not bothering to slow down his pace as he inserts another finger inside me, making my walls clench around him, a wet mess. “I-…fuck-“ my head empty, i couldn’t find words as he kept moving in and out while placing kisses on my neck. “Words baby….I need words…” he hummed against my skin. “Wasn’t nice just ignoring me-“

“No- No one told me- i-…found out…didn’t wanna be a…fuck Tom..” I was a wet mess, melting under his rough motions. “You’re jealous-“ his eyes fixated on mine whenever he lifted his head from my neck. So satisfied by the way my body reacted to him. When his fingers exited me I let out a gasp, desperate for more. He found the zipper of my dress, slowly undoing it until he ripped it off me in a quick motion, throwing it somewhere on that dirty bathroom floor. His one hand immediately found my nipple, playing with it while he kissed the other, leaving me a moaning mess. “She wasn’t my girlfriend…” I felt like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, but I was too stubborn to show. “Just a bitch that thought she could own me..” his lips hummed against my sensitive skin, his lips kissing my body, starting with my nipples, then down to my stomach, my inner thighs. “She’s nothing compared to you” those words alone could make me reach my peak in an instant, he was on his knees, kissing my inner thighs when he moved closer and closer to my wet mess. “You’ve been a bad girl-“ his fingers played with the hem of my lingerie, pulling it down slowly as my body was aching for him, he still had that damn control over me.

“Fuck you.” I moan as he stopped kissing me, now looking at me from down on his knees. “How about I fuck you instead hm?” He slid his finger into me again in a rough motion, his thumb running circles over my clit when my hands found their way to his braids, holding onto him as my legs began to tremble. “Be a good girl hm? Pay for what you’ve done-“ his tongue now replacing his thumb, licking my wet mess and drawing circles around my soft core. “Tom-“ I whined. “Faster-“

his groan sent a vibration on my clit, making me almost lose my mind, his fingers curling just the perfect way to hit my g spot. He looked up to me, I felt him grinning in satisfaction as he watched the effect he had on me, my eyes shut, my mouth gasping for air, I was about to reach my peak.

“Gonna cum…fuck…” i moaned, my walls clenching around him. “Hold on…don’t just yet” he slowed down his pace, his tongue stopping when he slowly stood back up, his fingers still inside me, pressed against my g spot. “Gonna have to wait a bit hm? Show me how much of a good girl you are…” I nodded, a bitter whine escaping my mouth.He pulled out of me, grabbing me by my jaw, his eyes scanning every inch of me, his eyes now staring into mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off my sweet juices. His fingers leaving his mouth with a pop, now stroking over my lips as all i can do is watch him, the wetness between my legs increasing more and more as i couldn’t take any more of his teasing.

His hands wandered down to my thighs, picking me up in a swift motion and sitting me down on the counter, the coldness of it causing my body to shiver. It didn’t take long for him to unbuckle his belt and allow his jeans to fall on the ground, not even caring to take them off completely, his boxers following. His tongue finding its way to his lip ring, playing with it as he spreads my legs with one hand, my wet core now being revealed to him, aching for him inside me.

“So why have you been ignoring me?” He now stood between my legs, wasting no time in positioning himself at my entrance, clapping his tip against my clit. He was so close to being inside me it made me go insane, and he loved watching my body react to his actions.

“Maybe I was done with you..” i was lying through my teeth, My body rested on my elbows, leaned back as Tom had a tight grip on my waist with his one hand, the other on his cock before he buried his head into my neck, i feel him smirk against me.

“Liar-“ he groaned in between kisses. It felt like he couldn’t bare his own teasing anymore as he entered me in a swift motion, stretching me out, i let out a loud moan as my walls needed to get used to his size. He stopped for a moment, before pulling out and bottoming me completely once again, now picking up a slow pace.

“So rude…” his hand playing with my nipple, groans escaping his mouth, i feel my walls clench against him. “Be a good girl hm? Moan for me…” i did as he said, not even needing his command as soft moans and whimpers escaped my mouth, gasping for air as he quickened up his pace, thrusting in and out of me, knowing exactly how to move to hit the right spot, my nails digging into his biceps, needing of a strong hold as i couldn’t bear holding my peak any longer.

“Gonna cum…Tom…” I whined, filling the bathroom with my moans and heavy breaths.

“Cum for me baby..” he now used his thumb to draw circles on my clit, making me go over the edge as I moan his name, my legs wrapped around him as I release my thigh grip, my whole body trembling a he was about to reach his high too. He thrusted into me even rougher now, filling me up so nicely as he groaned and released himself into me. His juices now dripping out of my core as he was riding out his peak.

“So good….” he mumbled as he placed his hot forehead onto mine, staring me deeply in the eyes before placing a kiss on my lips, still inside me.

“That bitch is nothing to me kay?” he grinned, his hand now cupping my face, stroking a tear away that has escaped my eye. “You better not ignore me next time”

“Maybe I will.”

[lauriiyam]

break up✧₊⁺

G!p kim lip x fem reader

includes ; blowjob, cream pies, tit fucking, handcuffing.

jung eun’s pov - ,,

i woke up with y/n sleeping beside me, her lips pouted and her eyebrows furrowed.

i adjusted my dick quickly and headed to my bathroom

i did my business and then washed my hands but caught myself looking in the mirror at my face.

me and y/n haven't been doing too good, we're constantly arguing and it's not the type of relationship i want to be in, especially with her.

when i left the bathroom i saw y/n stretching. her shirt rode up and i could see her navel piercing and her tattoo.

her tattoo that i loved so much.

it was under her belly button and to the right, just along the line of her pelvis, and i could catch a glimpse of it everytime we had sex.

"why are you staring at me?" y/n asked.

i snapped out of my fantasy and turned to turn on my ps5 to play a game.

y/n got up and fixed her crop top and underwear that she slept in before kissing my cheek.

i pulled away a bit and she grabbed my chin and forced my face to meet her lips.

"excuse you." she said.

i stared off and y/n wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder.

"can we talk?" i asked.

y/n nodded and i went to sit down on our bed.

y/n followed and sat behind me, rubbing my shoulders.

i didn't look at her and kept my eyes on my fingers, which i was twirling around my wrist.

"what's up?" she asked.

i didn't answer and she turned my face to look at her.

y/n saw my furrowed eyebrows and sat on my side now.

"are you breaking up with me kim jung eun?" y/n questioned.

i sighed and looked back down at my fingers.

"if you’re breaking up with me, you gotta tell me why." y/n said.

i finally tore my eyes away from my hands and looked her in the eyes.

her dark orbs stared into mine and she let out a scoff.

y/n then got off our bed and grabbed her shoes to slip them on.

"don't be mad. please." i begged.

"i'm not mad lip. im hurt. we're not breaking up until you give me a reason why your breaking up with me. im gonna go see my friends." y/n said and tied her shoes before leaving our room.

y/n walked into our home and threw her keys on the counter before taking her shoes off and throwing them at the floor.

i walked up to scold her for being out the entire day and not answering my texts but she glared at me when i stomped up to her.

"dude. why couldn't you just let me handle the conversation. i had it under control. you didn't let me fucking speak." i said.

"i didn't want to argue with you jung eun. i just wanted you to take time to try and understand what im feeling." she replied.

she began walking down the hall, fixing her hair, leaving me in the living room.

"get the fuck over here y/n." i said sternly.

i furiously followed her and grabbed her arm, making her pull away and push me against the hallway wall.

"how dare you talk to me like that after what you pulled this morning." she said sternly.

i went to pull myself off the wall just for y/n to push against my chest and pin me right back where i was.

"how are you gonna get mad at me?! you were gone all day, where were you?!" i asked.

"i was with my friends. i told you that." y/ n said.

i furiously furrowed my eyebrows again and tried to push against her.

her stronger arms kept me pinned against the wall.

"you could've been out fucking someone else all day. god knows it could've been more than one person." i blurted out.

y/n raised her eyebrows and dug her arm into my side, making me wince and squeeze my eyes shut.

"you're one to not trust me after you tried breaking up with me this morning with no explanation. i went out for a drink, god knows i need one after how you made me feel. you're being immature and childish for trying to gaslight me into thinking this is MY fault." y/n replied. 

my blood boiled and i started speaking without thinking.

"the least you could've done is tell me where you were. obviously there's a reason i was going to break up with you. and you wanna call ME immature and childish when YOU'RE the one who-oh fuck..." i started.

i was interrupted by y/n’s arm brushing against my cock, which was rock hard at this point.

"you fucking perv. how are you hard right now? you like seeing me mad?" y/n said and looked down.

my head was resting against the wall as she eyed my painfully throbbing dick.

"get the fuck off me." i said through gritted teeth at her.

her arm remained against my chest, keeping me on the wall.

me and y/n looked at each other, holding eye contact for a good minute.

we suddenly grabbed eachothers faces and pushed our lips against eachothers.

i grabbed y/n’s shoulders and pushed her against the wall, aggressively kissing her while her arms wrapped around my neck.

i harshly gripped the underside of her thighs, knowing it would leave bruises tomorrow morning, and she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.

she tipped her head up and i began sucking and kissing her entire neck.

"shit-" y/n whimpered, making her mouth drop and her hands grip the roots of my hair.

i took her off the wall and carried her down the hall to our bedroom, kicking open the door with my foot while continuing to decorate her neck with love bites.

when my knees hit the edge of our bed i let go of her thighs and threw her down onto the mattress.

she leaned up on her elbows, biting her lip while she eyed me.

i undid the tie on my sweats, pulling them down with my underwear making my cock spring up.

my hands grabbed y/n’s ankles and i pulled her to the very edge of the bed and then off the bed completely onto her knees in front of me.

she winced at the pain of her knees hitting the bare floor but quickly fixed herself and pulled my pants and underwear all the way off my legs before she allowed me to rest my tip against her lips.

"open." i said dryly.

she listened and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out.

my cock twitched and i stepped forward, making her wrap her lips around my dick and suck.

i threaded my fingers into her hair and used both hands to push her against my length.

her nose hit the spot right under my belly button, making her eyes close and leak a tear down her cheek.

"fucking slut." i whispered.

she opened her eyes, looking up at me with plead and beg laced in her expression.

i bit my bottom lip and used my knee to push against y/n’s chest and pin her head against our bed.

she swallowed around my dick, her throat wrapping tighter around me making me moan.

i pulled out of her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe before pushing myself back into her throat.

my eight inches were perfectly inhaled by her gullet while i shoved it down her mouth.

she drooled down her chest and rested her hands against my thighs.

y/n shut her eyes again, gagging as i thrusted myself in her mouth.

i pulled myself out of her mouth fully, grabbing my base, slapping her cheek with my length before shoving myself back into her mouth.

y/n whimpered and i peered down to see her hand stuffed down her pants, rubbing herself while her other hand rested on my thigh.

"take them off. take it all off." i said, pulling out.

she quickly pulled off her shirt and bra, her pants and underwear following soon after.

she remained on her knees, her wetness oozing out of her and onto the floor.

"filthy whore." i said.

i grabbed her forearm and pulled her to stand up, making her moan, giving me the impression that she liked the treatment she was getting.

y/n layed back on our bed, spreading her legs and grabbing my tip, pulling me closer to her.

i looked down on her as she ran her fingers up and down her slit once, pulling it off and making me watch her pull her fingers apart, a string of her wetness connecting against her fingers before she rubbed it against my tip.

i shuddered at the sensitivity of my cock and y/n chuckled.

"don't call me a whore unless you're gonna grow a pair and fuck me like one." she said, biting her bottom lip as she started rubbing her clit.

my hand grabbed my length, pushing it against her clit before moving down and slightly pushing the very tip of my dick inside her.

i leaned down, spitting directly on her clit and then licking a bold strip up her slit.

"oh."

y/n moaned and grabbed my neck, pulling me up to kiss her.

we harshly made out for a minute before i pulled away and pushed my entire cock in her without warning.

she moaned and threw her head back, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her.

i moaned in unison at her tightness. even after how often we fuck she's still just as tight as the first time.

"you call that fucking? harder." y/n said.

i obeyed her request and gripped her hips, drilling my cock deeper inside her.

i kept a steady pace while she was moaning under me, her mouth stuck open as sweat dripped down her face.

i wasn't too far off as my hair stuck to my forehead and neck.

as i pushed myself inside her quicker, my hair flew in front of my face and wisps flying up as i exhaled heavily from doing all the work.

my hands pushed y/n’s thighs up against her chest and i leaned over her to hit her spot, being thankful she was flexible

y/n let out a loud moan and her boobs bounced with my thrusts into her.

my hips clapped against hers as my girlfriend shook underneath me while i repeatedly stuffed myself deep inside her.

y/n leaned her head up and clawed at my stomach as she neared her orgasm.

"oh fuck!" she moaned, throwing her head back again.

y/n's pussy clenched around my length as she came and she whimpered while riding out her high.

when i knew she was done, i pulled out and switched spots with her, throwing myself against the bed on my back and pulling her to straddle my waist.

"make me cum bitch." i said.

i scooted myself up to the head of our bed, grabbing her hips to grind against my tip before placing my hands behind my head to watch.

y/n leaned down to kiss me, making my eyes close as she grabbed my face.

i could hear her open our nightstand drawer, thinking she was grabbing a condom or some type of vibrator made me brush it off.

instead i felt cold metal on my wrists and i pulled away from the kiss once i realized she was handcuffing me to our bed.

"what the fuck?!" i said, trying to pull my wrists free.

y/n chuckled at me and bit her lip.

"take them off." i said sternly.

y/n shook her head 'no' and got off me, standing at the foot of our bed.

"i'm gonna go eat dinner. i'll be back in a little bit. sit tight." y/n said before leaving the room.

i pulled against my restraints while my dick began throbbing from the lack of attention it was getting.

it had been what felt like hours before y/n returned back to our room, opening the door and poking her head in.

my cock was painfully hard, twitching, throbbing, and leaking pre cum as y/n crawled back on top of me.

my tip was bright red, she eyed it before rubbing her hands up and down my toned stomach.

"please." i begged.

i never beg

"shh." y/n whispered against my lips.

she fit me inside her, only sitting down enough for my tip to enter her.

"please. baby." i whimpered.

"don't." she started.

she sat down fully, circling her hips before speaking up again.

"you know i'll do anything you say baby. don't waste your breath begging." y/n whispered against my earlobe.

she leaned up, resting her forehead against mine.

y/n's mouth dropped and she exhaled as she began moving her hips on my cock.

i whimpered again at the sensitivity, making me tug against the handcuffs.

she noticed and pushed herself up from my chest.

"if i take these off..." y/n started.

she reached over to our nightstand and grabbed the key to undo the handcuffs.

"...you have to promise me that i get to stay in control." she said.

i nodded eagerly and y/n unlocked the handcuffs, setting them down beside us, freeing my sore wrists.

i sighed as i sat up and grabbed y/n's waist, feeling her skin.

"open your eyes." she whispered.

i opened my eyes, not realizing they were closed and looked at her.

"hi baby" she smiled.

i blushed and hid my face in her neck, smelling her perfume, making y/n grab the sides of my face and pull me from her skin.

"we can do this all night." y/n said.

she pecked my lips

"or.." she started.

she tipped my head up to kiss just under my ear.

"i can make you cum and we can start all over again." y/n said again.

i stared up at her while she raised her eyebrows.

she smiled and lifted her hips up, arching her back to hit her spot.

"cum when you please angel." y/n whispered.

she pushed my chest down to lay me back against the bed and began riding my dick.

her hips moved back and forth between lifting herself up over me and then coming back down and circling her hips.

it didn't do much to her, but the small movements were driving me crazy.

"fuck..." i whimpered.

i furrowed my eyebrows and my mouth dropped, my hands reaching around to grab her ass.

i arched her back more, hitting a better angle for the both of us.

i got lightheaded as i neared my orgasm, y/n took notice and grabbed the sides of my face.

"take a deep breath." y/n said.

i did as i was told and began taking steady breaths, the pleasure becoming too much.

but god i was so desperate to cum. my entire body was strung tight, my muscles twitching.

y/n grounded her hips into mine and she continuously bounced back on my thighs. 

i felt my entire body jerk before i gripped her ass harder and shot my cum inside her.

y/n smiled and kissed my neck, rolling her hips to help me come down.

when she didn't stop i realized she was trying to make me cum again.

"i can't..." i whispered, a tear leaving my cheek.

"yes you can. i know you can, just one more." she replied.

she wiped my tear and got off me, tracing my abs with her lips.

she took her time at my v-line, now tracing abs with the tip of her tongue.

god she knows what drives me insane.

y/n smiled up at me while she leaned back up and kissed down my happy trail, which she refused to let me shave because she loved it so much.

"you wanna fuck my throat or my tits?" y/n questioned.

i stared down at her before realizing she was actually allowing me to choose before i made my choice.

"your tits. but stay down there." i said.

y/n obeyed and i pressed my dick against her chest before she pushed her boobs around me, enveloping me in her warm skin, making me shudder.

my girlfriend began bouncing her boobs up and down my length, jerking me off.

"fuck..." i moaned.

my hands searched for something to grab, the sheets having been slick with sweat and cum from the both of us.

y/n stuck her tongue out, licking my slit every time my tip stuck out from her tits.

she continued jerking me off like this, her body weighing down my legs to keep me from protesting.

i moaned, not being able to move my body. my length being too sensitive to continue.

i moan again, this one soaked with agony as she continued to torment my cock.

my dick was non stop leaking, running down the side and landing on my stomach.

"i know you can do it." y/n whispered.

her breath against my tip caused a surge of heat to inflict my entire body to jerk and attempt to push my girlfriends body off my own.

"come on." she whispered, this time against the underside of my dick.

she ran her tongue along the spot where the head of my cock meets the length.

i cried out, feeling too overwhelmed to even form a sentence and tell my girlfriend to stop, still feeling a perverted desire for more.

"let go lip." y/n said.

i did just that and felt my entire body unravel and a surge of pleasure pierce through me.

my legs shook and my eyes rolled into the back of my head while i came, decorating my girlfriends face and tits with my cum.

y/n removed herself from my length, wiping off her face and chest with her fingers and licking it off.

i exhaled heavily, not realizing i was even holding my breath.

"you did such a good job baby." my girlfriend whispered against my neck.

my chest heaved up and down with my deep breaths while y/n ran her hands up and down my stomach.

she drew her finger along my abs, making them twitch and shudder.

"come on." she whispered.

she got up from our bed and pulled me to sit up.

"i'm gonna throw the sheets in the washer and then we can relax, got it?" she asked.

i nodded and y/n pecked me on my lips, grabbing my face with her hand.

my girlfriend was laying on my front, her back pressed against my boobs while we soaked in the bath.

my arms were wrapped around her shoulders, her fingers tracing my blue butterfly wrist tattoo.

she was staring in front of us, both of us sitting in silence.

the lights were dimmed and the candle lit in the corner of our bathroom illuminated our skin.

“jung eun, I think i’m pregnant.”

[purplephantomwolf]

Love in Motion

Chapter Three

Synopsis: You are a normal college student until you get a wrong number text.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Previous chapter: Chapter Two

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I AM REWRITING THIS FROM AN OC STORY. IF I MISS ANYTHING, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN FIX IT! THIS IS CHAPTER 3 OF 5 OF ALREADY WRITTEN CHAPTERS.

April 9, 2022 12 AM

You yawn as you sit down in front of the tv to watch qualifying. You’ve got Luke and you’re’s chat open to send him messages about qualifying as it happens. Nothing happens for the first 16 minutes until I see Latifi’s car go spinning around.

You: OH MY GOD!!! What happened to Latifi?!

You watch as you see Lance Stroll’s car come up on screen.

You: He got tangled up with Lance Stroll??

You watch the replay and see Stroll turn into Latifi. You hear his radio, blaming Latifi for the accident.

You: Lance Stroll. How could he even think it was Latifi’s fault at all?? Outrageous.

For the next 15 minutes, I stew in my anger at Stroll for blaming Latifi.

You: There’s just no way he can blame Latifi for this. He clearly saw him in his mirrors!

You: And now Alex has a problem with his car! Williams is just not having a good day, damn.

Q2 goes by without any crashes, and by the time Q3 rolls around, you are fighting to keep your eyes open. They flutter close for a second before you hear the commentators yell. Your eyes fly open to see Fernando Alonso go into the barrier. “Oh my god!” You gasp, covering my mouth.

You: Fernando crashed too! He lost the hydraulics!

You: This is so sad.

After 12 minutes, Q3 gets going again. You yawn as qualifying comes to close. You grin as you see Lando finish P4.

You: Wooo! Lando starts P4! Let’s go Lando!

You shut off your tv once Max, Checo, and Charles start getting interviewed. You quickly crawl into bed and pass out.

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Lando’s POV

My performance coach, Jon, hands me my phone. “It kept going off during qualifying,” he says, eyes knit in confusion.

“Thanks, Jon,” I say, unlocking it. I grin when I see eight messages from Y/n. Jon’s eyebrows raise at my grin. “A friend was messaging me,” I answer his unspoken question. I go to our chat and read all of Y/n’s messages. I smile when I read her excited text about me starting P4. I shoot her back a message, hoping she’s still awake.

Me: Yeah! The McLaren team is super happy for him.

I wait for a minute, but don’t get a response back. I internally pout, sad that Y/n didn’t respond. “Time to head to the media pen,” my press officer, Charlotte, says, appearing next to me.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming,” I grumble, following her. I follow Charlotte to the media and stand in front of the first media team.

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April 9, 2022 11 pm

Your POV

You curl up on the couch as the cars finish the formation lap. You have your chat to Luke open so you can message him. The first lap goes quietly until Carlos spins.

You: OH! Carlos spins! He’s stuck in the gravel! Oh my!

Your eyebrows knit as you see Lance come into the pit for a second time under the safety car. “Interesting strategy to try to go to the end on one set of hard tires,” you mumble. You yawn as the safety car comes back into the pits and the race picks up again. You gasp as you see Sebastian go through the gravel, letting out a happy sigh when he doesn’t get beached.

You: What happened to Sebastian?? Why did he need to stop?

You: And there’s debris?? What happened?

You: OH NO! He hit the wall!

You: I’m not a big fan of one of the announcers. He’s just hating on Aston Martin and everyone who keeps making a mistake.

The safety car comes out again and after some laps under it, racing gets back under way. You groan when a stewards message pops up on my screen. “These are never fun to read,” you say.

You: How does Mick, Yuki, and Pierre all have safety car infringement investigations? How do you infringe on the safety car?

You: Also, what happened to Max?? Why did he need to stop the car??

You: His car is on fire! Thank god they told him to stop the car.

You groan as another safety car period starts. “I just want to sleep,” you whine. The safety car only lasts two laps before racing starts again. “Oh thank goodness,” you sigh. Nothing else exciting happens during the rest of the race, leaving you to fight sleep. You wake up more when you hear that they’re on the last lap. You glance over at the order and grin when you see Lando finishing P5.

You: Lando got P5! Let’s gooooo! And Daniel got P6!

You: But now it is time for me to pass out, so good night, Luke!

You shut off the tv after the podium ceremony. You crawl into bed, falling asleep quickly.

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Lando’s POV

I slump down on the chair in my drivers room. I grab my phone, hoping for messages from Y/n. I grin when I see a string of messages from her. I read through them before replying.

Me: Which announcer is it? And McLaren is very happy with the results. Have a good night, Y/n.

I’m still grinning when Daniel barges into the room. “Hey, we’re going out for drinks, you want to join?” He asks. He stops and squints at me. “Why are you grinning like a maniac?” He questions me.

“Just happy with our results,” I shrug. He hums, still squinting, like he doesn’t believe me.

“Well, we’re going out at 10 pm, if you want to join us,” Daniel says, before leaving the room. I decide to get ready to go back to the hotel to get ready for the night out.

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2 am

I’m sitting at the club next to Carlos, sipping on a drink, when my phone vibrates on the table. Y/n’s name flashes on the screen and I grin. “Who’s Y/n?” Carlos asks, looking from my phone to me. “Why are you grinning so big? Do you have a secret girlfriend?!” He gasps.

“No, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a friend I made earlier this week,” I explain.

“But you like her?” He digs for more information.

“Lando likes who?” Max asks, as he slides into the booth, Daniel following him. The three of them are staring intently at me, awaiting my answer.

“I don’t like her,” I deny.

“Your smile when she sent you a message says otherwise,” Carlos points to my smile.

“Oh! Is she the reason you were grinning like a maniac in your driver's room today?!” Daniel asks.

“What? No! Maybe. Yes, yes she was,” I admit. They raise their eyebrows. Max gestures for me to continue. “Okay, so I ‘met’ her earlier this week,” I start, putting met in air quotes, “I was given the wrong number at a club earlier this week and it happened to be her number that I was given.”

“You believe it’s actually a girl? Not someone lying to you?” Carlos questions.

“Yes, I believe her,” I’m quick to defend myself and Y/n.

“So, tell us about her!” Daniel exclaims, leaning forward.

“Well, she’s a college student in the United States, studying software engineering. She’d rather be a photographer though,” I start. “She’s a fan of mine, but this is her first season of being a fan. Her dream race is either Silverstone or COTA. She, uh, she doesn’t know she’s talking to me. She thinks she’s talking to some guy named Luke who’s an event manager for McLaren,” I admit.

All three pairs of eyebrows raise at the last statement. “Dude, she’s going to be pissed when she finds out she’s talking to you. Girls don’t like being lied to,” Max says.

“I know, I know. I just like talking to her, and I lied about who I was before I thought about it. But it’s going so well, so it’s too late to back out now,” I sigh. The three of them shake their heads at me. I gasp, realizing I’ve forgotten to respond to Y/n I grab my phone to respond.

Y/n: Good morning, Luke!

Y/n: The commentator I don’t like is Will Buxton I think? I just hated how he was hating on everyone.

Me: Good morning, Y/n. I can see why you’d dislike that.

I glance up to see Max, Carlos, and Daniel all staring intently at me. “What?” I ask, confused.

“You just seem happy texting her,” Carlos says.

“I am. She’s a fun person to talk to,” I agree. I look down as my phone vibrates again.

Y/n: Yeah. So how was your day?

Me: It was good! I’m out celebrating the good results from today.

Y/n: Oh fun! I’ll leave you be then!

Me: No! Don’t go! I’ve been out for four hours already, so I’m heading home soon anyways.

Y/n: Alright!

I yawn, trying to convince the guys I’m tired. “I’m going to head out, I’m tired. Have a good night,” I say. I get a chorus of good nights from them, before I leave. I hail a cab and head back to the hotel, while talking to Y/n.

Me: Did you sleep well?

Y/n: I did! I assume you’re heading to bed soon though?

Me: Yeah, I’m heading back to the hotel now, so in like 30 minutes I’ll be asleep.

Y/n: Okay, sounds good! Are the clubs fun?

Me: They can be, depending on who and where you go. I tend to go with my close friends, so they’re fun.

Y/n: Alright, that sounds fun.

Me: Yeah.

Me: So, what’s your plan for today?

Y/n: Well, do some homework, look for some jobs, play some video games.

Me: That sounds like fun! Well, the video games part does.

Y/n: It should be!

I let myself into the hotel room, yawning as I get ready for bed.

Me: I’ve made it back to the hotel and I’m exhausted so I’m going to head to bed. Have a good day, Y/n.

Y/n: Okay! Have a good night, Luke.

I set my phone down on the nightstand and climb into bed, falling asleep quickly.

Next chapter: Chapter Four

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Winning the Breakup | Chapter 6 & 7

- Minho (Xo Kitty) X Reader

ᥫ᭡ Summary : Y/N, a talented and athletic after an intense breakup, Y/N reluctantly agrees to fake date Minho, to make their exes jealous. What begins as a mutual arrangement soon turns complicated when their fake relationship starts to feel all too real. With humor, bickering, and tender moments, Minho and Y/N's journey proves that sometimes the best way to heal from heartbreak is to allow yourself to fall in love.

ᥫ᭡ Warnings : None

ᥫ᭡ WC : 2,490

ᥫ᭡ Previous Chapter : 5

ᥫ᭡ A/N : Thank you for all the support, hope you guys enjoy!!!

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Chapter 6: Tensions and Unspoken Truths

The next few days at KISS were a blur of awkward silences and forced smiles between Y/N and Minho. For the first time since their “relationship” began, they weren’t constantly in each other’s space. It was strange. Quiet. And Y/N hated it.

She was sitting at the dining hall with Kitty, Dae, Yuri, and Q, picking at her bibimbap while the others chatted. Minho was at another table across the room with his dance team friends, laughing at something one of them said. Every so often, Y/N felt his gaze flicker to her, but he made no move to approach.

“So,” Kitty said, breaking into Y/N’s thoughts, “what’s going on with you and Minho?”

Y/N looked up, startled. “What do you mean?”

“You two have been… off lately,” Kitty said, tilting her head. “You’re usually glued to each other, but now it’s like you’re avoiding him.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Yuri teased with a smirk.

Y/N forced a laugh. “No, we’re fine. Just busy, I guess.”

“Busy doing what?” Q asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Volleyball practice,” Y/N said quickly. “And studying. You know how it is.”

Kitty didn’t look convinced, but she let it go, turning the conversation back to something Dae said about an upcoming class project. Y/N let out a silent breath of relief but couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at her.

That afternoon, Y/N was at volleyball practice, trying to focus on her spikes, but her mind kept drifting. Minho hadn’t texted her or approached her since their tense conversation. Was he mad? Hurt? Or worse—was he relieved to have an excuse to stop their fake relationship?

She was so lost in thought that she missed the coach’s whistle.

“Y/N!” the coach barked. “Pay attention!”

“Sorry, Coach,” she muttered, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

After practice, as she was packing up her gear, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she found Kitty standing there with a concerned look.

“You’ve been distracted all day,” Kitty said.

“I’m fine,” Y/N replied, zipping up her bag.

Kitty crossed her arms. “You know, you don’t have to tell me everything, but if something’s wrong, I’m here.”

Y/N hesitated. She wanted to confide in Kitty, to spill everything about the fake relationship and how it was spiraling out of control. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

“Thanks, Kitty,” she said instead. “I appreciate it.”

Kitty gave her a small smile. “Just remember, you’re not alone, okay? And whatever’s going on with Minho, I’m sure you two can work it out.”

Y/N nodded, her heart heavy.

Later that evening, Y/N was walking back to her dorm when she spotted Minho leaning against the wall near the entrance. He wasn’t looking at her—his gaze was fixed on his phone—but something about the way he stood, his posture tense and his jaw set, made her stomach twist.

She hesitated, debating whether to keep walking or confront him. Before she could decide, he looked up and saw her.

“Y/N,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Minho,” she replied, stopping a few feet away.

An awkward silence stretched between them. Finally, Minho broke it.

“So… are we just going to keep pretending the other doesn’t exist?”

“I wasn’t pretending,” Y/N said defensively. “I just thought you needed space.”

“Space for what?” he asked, stepping closer. “We were fake dating, Y/N. It’s not like we had some messy breakup.”

“Exactly,” she said, crossing her arms. “So why does it feel like we did?”

Minho’s expression softened, and for a moment, he looked almost… vulnerable. “Because maybe it wasn’t as fake as we thought.”

Y/N’s breath caught. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” he said, his voice low, “that maybe I didn’t hate spending time with you. And maybe I don’t want to stop.”

Y/N stared at him, her heart pounding. She didn’t know how to respond—didn’t know what she even wanted to say.

Before she could figure it out, Minho shook his head and stepped back. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“Minho, wait—”

But he was already walking away, leaving her standing there, confused and conflicted.

The next day, the friend group was hanging out in the common room, playing a chaotic game of Uno. Y/N was trying to focus on her cards, but her mind kept replaying Minho’s words from the night before.

“Draw four,” Yuri said smugly, placing a card on the pile.

“Seriously?” Y/N groaned, picking up the cards.

“Okay, something’s definitely up with you,” Kitty said, setting her own cards down. “You’ve been zoning out all week.”

“Yeah,” Q added. “And Minho’s been weird, too. Are you two fighting or something?”

“No,” Y/N said quickly.

“Then what’s going on?” Kitty pressed.

Y/N hesitated, glancing around the room. Everyone was looking at her, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. She couldn’t keep dodging their questions forever.

“It’s complicated,” she said finally.

“Complicated how?” Dae asked.

“Like… complicated complicated,” Y/N said, hoping that would be enough.

But Kitty wasn’t letting it go. “Does this have anything to do with why you two started dating in the first place? Because, honestly, it always felt kind of sudden.”

Y/N froze, panic flashing through her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, one day you were barely talking, and the next you were all over each other,” Kitty said. “It just felt… I don’t know, fast.”

Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She was saved by the sound of the door opening, and everyone turned to see Minho walking in.

“Hey,” he said, his gaze flickering briefly to Y/N before settling on the rest of the group. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N was just about to tell us why you two have been acting weird,” Yuri said, smirking.

Minho raised an eyebrow, looking at Y/N. “Is that so?”

Y/N glared at Yuri before turning to Minho. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t saying anything incriminating.”

“Good,” he said, sitting down on the armrest of the couch. “Because if anyone’s spilling secrets, it’s going to be me.”

The group laughed, but Y/N shot him a warning look. She had no idea what he might say, but she wasn’t taking any chances.

Later that night, Y/N was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, frustration, guilt, and something else she couldn’t quite name.

She thought about Minho’s words, about the way he had looked at her, and about the strange pang in her chest every time she saw him talking to someone else.

Was it possible that this fake relationship wasn’t as fake as she had thought? And if that was the case, what did she even want?

With a groan, she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow. Whatever was happening between her and Minho, she needed to figure it out. Because pretending nothing had changed wasn’t working anymore.

And maybe, just maybe, it never would.

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Chapter 7: The Party That Changed Everything

The weekend arrived with an event the entire school had been buzzing about—a party at Florian’s sprawling penthouse. Florian was a wealthy exchange student who loved throwing extravagant gatherings that were more like social events than house parties. For weeks, people had been talking about it: the music, the rooftop view, and the promise of a night to remember.

Y/N wasn’t planning to go. After the whirlwind of emotions between her and Minho, she wasn’t exactly in the mood for a social gathering. But Kitty had other plans.

“You’re going,” Kitty said firmly as she barged into Y/N’s dorm room that afternoon.

Y/N looked up from her desk, where she was half-heartedly attempting to finish an essay. “I’m not really feeling it.”

“Not an option,” Kitty replied, plopping down on Y/N’s bed. “You’ve been moping all week, and I refuse to let you sit here while everyone else has fun. Plus,” she added with a mischievous grin, “Minho’s going. Maybe this is the perfect chance for you two to talk.”

Y/N groaned. “That’s exactly why I don’t want to go.”

“Which is exactly why you should go,” Kitty said, standing up and pulling Y/N out of her chair. “Now, get dressed. Something cute but casual.”

“But—”

“No buts. You’re going.”

An hour later, Y/N found herself stepping into Florian’s penthouse, which was every bit as impressive as the rumors had suggested. The place was packed with students, the air buzzing with laughter, chatter, and the bass of a well-curated playlist.

Y/N tugged at the hem of her cropped sweater, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Kitty had insisted on the outfit—a pair of high-waisted jeans and a sweater that, while not overly revealing, felt more daring than Y/N was used to. She scanned the room, spotting familiar faces in the crowd.

“Drinks are over there,” Kitty said, pointing to the open kitchen. “And the dance floor is on the rooftop. Have fun!”

“Wait, where are you going?” Y/N asked, panicking slightly as Kitty started to walk away.

“I’m meeting Dae upstairs,” Kitty said with a wink. “You’ll be fine. Mingle!”

Y/N sighed, watching her friend disappear into the crowd. She debated heading straight for the snacks but stopped short when she spotted Minho near the living room. He was leaning against the wall, drink in hand, looking infuriatingly good in a black button-down and slim-fit jeans. A group of girls surrounded him, laughing at something he said.

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course, he was the center of attention.

“Trouble in paradise?” a voice said behind her.

She turned to see Yuri, holding a glass of champagne and smirking. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Minho,” Yuri said, gesturing toward him with her glass. “You’ve been weird lately. Everyone’s noticed.”

Y/N forced a laugh. “There’s nothing weird. We’re fine.”

“Uh-huh,” Yuri said, clearly not buying it. “Well, good. Because I’m way more interested in Emma,” she added, nodding toward a girl across the room with dyed pink hair and a killer leather jacket.

Y/N let out a small laugh, the tension easing. “Emma, huh?”

Yuri grinned. “What can I say? I have a type.”

“Good luck,” Y/N said, genuinely amused. “You’re gonna need it.”

Yuri smirked. “I don’t need luck. Watch and learn.” She sauntered off, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

Deciding she needed air, Y/N headed to the rooftop. The view was breathtaking, with the city skyline twinkling against the night sky. Groups of students danced and laughed around her, but she found a quiet corner near the edge.

She hadn’t been there long when she heard footsteps behind her.

“Running away again?” Minho’s voice was unmistakable.

She turned to see him standing there, his hands in his pockets. “I’m not running away.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said, stepping closer. “You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

“You’ve been avoiding me too,” she shot back.

He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you needed space.”

“Well, maybe I didn’t,” she said, crossing her arms.

Minho sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, what are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between them. “The fake dating, the avoiding each other, the awkward silences. It’s exhausting.”

Y/N looked away, unsure how to respond. “I don’t know,” she admitted finally. “I thought we were just helping each other out. But now… everything feels messy.”

“Messy how?” he asked, his voice softer.

She hesitated, the words stuck in her throat. How was she supposed to explain the confusion she felt every time she looked at him? Or the way her heart raced whenever he was near?

“I don’t know,” she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Minho stepped closer, so close she could feel the warmth of his presence. “Y/N,” he said, his tone serious, “if this is too much for you, we can stop. But I need to know where we stand. Because right now, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

She looked up at him, her heart pounding. For a moment, she considered telling him the truth—that somewhere along the way, her feelings had started to blur. But before she could say anything, the rooftop door slammed open, and Q appeared with Jin by his side.

“There you are!” Q said, beaming. “We’ve been looking for you two!”

Minho stepped back, the moment shattered. “What do you want, Q?”

“Florian’s doing karaoke downstairs, and we’re all going. No excuses!” Q said, dragging Jin forward. Jin, who was quieter but just as charming as Q, smiled apologetically at them.

“Yeah, come on,” Jin added. “It’ll be fun.”

Y/N glanced at Minho, who gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Fine,” she said, following Q and Jin back inside.

The karaoke session was predictably chaotic. Florian’s playlist was a mix of classic hits and K-pop anthems, and most of the attendees were too tipsy to sing on-key. Y/N found herself laughing despite everything, especially when Q and Jin performed a hilariously over-the-top duet of “I Want It That Way.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Y/N said, laughing as they took a bow.

“Ridiculously talented,” Q corrected, grinning.

Jin leaned in and kissed Q on the cheek. “You’re the talented one,” he said softly, earning an exaggerated swoon from Florian in the background.

“Get a room,” Minho muttered, but there was no malice in his tone.

“Jealous, Minho?” Q teased.

Minho smirked. “Of you? Never.”

When it was Y/N’s turn, she felt her nerves spike. But as she started singing, the crowd’s cheers and the support from her friends helped her relax. Halfway through the song, she noticed Minho watching her from across the room. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by something softer, almost unguarded. The intensity of his gaze made her voice falter for a moment, but she recovered quickly, finishing the song to a round of applause.

When she returned to her seat, Minho was still watching her, his expression unreadable.

By the time the party wound down, most of the guests were either gone or sprawled out on Florian’s couches. Y/N was gathering her things when Minho appeared beside her.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “Can we talk?”

She hesitated but nodded. They stepped out onto the balcony, where the night air was cool and quiet.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Minho began. “I don’t want to keep doing this if it’s going to hurt you.”

“It’s not hurting me,” Y/N said quickly.

“Are you sure?” he asked, searching her face.

She nodded, though her chest felt tight. “I’m sure.”

Minho studied her for a moment, then sighed. “Okay. But if that changes, you have to tell me. Deal?”

“Deal,” she said, forcing a smile.

But as they returned to the party, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that their deal was more complicated than either of them realized. And the longer they kept up the charade, the harder it would be to untangle the truth from the lie.

[nickssidewitch]

Interrupted Slumber

While Chris and his girlfriend Jaylah get down to some ~late night thangs~, it disturbs his brother Matt from his slumber, and he goes to investigate just how good this had to be to ruin his bedtime.

Warning: SMUT, (Dom!Chris x Sub!OC x Voyeur!Matt), Voyeurism, Sneaky, not a threesome but the other person is still involved, p in v, humiliation, taboo

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If one were to come to Chris’s bedroom door right now, they would hear the faintest breaths, whimpers, and soft moans, skin slapping, and a rocking bed whose headboard hit against the wall behind it in a stagnant rhythmic pattern.

And that’s what Matt heard as he stood by Chris’s bedroom door.

He was rudely interrupted from his slumber when he heard a loud squeak coming from downstairs, where Chris’s room was. He didn’t think much of it at first; maybe his brother was being his clumsy self as per usual. But when he heard a second squeak, and then a thud, and then a sudden high-pitched squeal that was immediately cut off by what sounded like a slap, he had some sort of an idea of what was happening.

He leaned his head against the door, carefully trying not to disturb what he suspected was happening. His suspicions led to be correct as he heard the sounds of Chris and Jaylah’s bodies slapping into each other, with sounds of grunts and muffled moans in the background. While Matt could have just walked back upstairs to his room and tried to fall back asleep as they carried on, he didn’t. Why? To be frank, he didn’t really know why.

But, he also didn’t want to be a creep and listen to them through the door.

So, he turned the handle (Chris always had this habit of closing his door but leaving it unlocked for some reason), and walked inside.

Chris and Jaylah jumped as they heard the hinges of the door when it swung open. What was even more shocking was the fact that who opened the door was Matt.

“What the fuck?!” Chris angrily whispered to his brother as he fixed the sheets over his and his girl’s bodies. His thrusts stopped, but his dick still remained inside of her, not wanting to ruin the moment just because of his stupid brother barging in his room as if it’s his business. “Why are you here?!”

Matt huffed a small breath as he chuckled to himself before shrugging. “You two woke me up with all this,” he answered, his hand gesturing towards the two of them on the bed.

“Okay, but you could’ve texted me or something if it was a problem!” Chris whispered back at him with a slightly raised and annoyed tone. “We would’ve been more quiet or stopped completely.”

Matt smirked. “You know you wouldn’t have stopped or even kept it quiet,” he responded matter-of-factly.

Chris facepalmed. “Whatever, did you come here to watch or something?! Just fucking leave, Matt!” He picked up one of his socks on his bedside table and threw it at Matt, who quickly dodged it.

“To be honest, yes,” Matt said with a shrug. “I might as well watch since you two decided to ruin my night, and you definitely aren’t stopping anytime soon.”

“What. The. Fuck?” Chris asked rhetorically and looked at Jay, who had the same look of confusion and shock on her face as him.

Matt sat himself down on Chris’s gaming chair across from the bed, placing his hands behind his head as he lounged. He had a sinister grin on his face as he waited for the couple to continue their previous actions once again, as if he was their live audience.

Chris’s dick was still inside of Jay, the veins still throbbing against her lining as it waited for a chance to continue fucking her. Jaylah was stunned by Matt’s voyeuristic attitude, but at this point, she was too fucked out to even care. “Chris, please,” she moaned as she started to rock her hips back to him, fucking herself on his dick impatiently.

Chris gasped at the sudden friction between him and Jay, and he gripped his hand on her arm impulsively. “F-Fuck…” He tried to stop her, he really did. But, the feeling of her pussy wrapped around him and her fucking herself into him, he succumbed. And unfortunately, he was portraying this vulnerability in front of his brother.

Matt was just sitting at the chair, his elbows on his knees and hands together as he surveyed the image before him. He still had no clue why he was doing this, why he was watching his brother and his girlfriend have sex in the middle of the night. Was it to make Chris feel humiliated as punishment for disturbing his sleep? Was it fascination? Was it envy, that his brother managed to have a girl and could literally fuck her any time they would have the chance? He didn’t know, but honestly he didn’t care.

Chris mentally slapped himself in the face to get back into his dominant mindset. He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrow as he began to thrust himself Jay again, this time with a bit more fury and vigor.

Jaylah held her hand over her mouth as Chris continued, still not wanting to be loud at this time of night. She looked over at Matt sitting across from them, and she could tell he was watching intently.

“Fuck… that feels good, Jay?” Matt asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Jaylah nodded and whimpered, closing her eyes as the pleasure began to flow through her body more.

Matt’s eyes gleamed down to the area where Chris’s cock met with Jaylah’s pussy. She was so tight around him; he could see the way her labia would pull out and reflex inward with every thrust in and out of her hole. Their lower halves were slick with the creamy substance that Jay coated amongst the two of them. With every squeeze at her titty or bite of her earlobe, Matt would notice the way Jaylah squeezed around Chris’s dick, and the way the squelching noises would amplify in the room as she tightened.

Chris didn’t bother to look at his brother; he just couldn’t. In his head, there was something conflicting about this, his brother watching him fuck his girlfriend. He knew some people would live for this sort of thing, having a threesome or at least a sexual venture where a third party was involved and watching the whole thing unfold. Some people dream of this. But for him, at least right now, he felt funny. He wanted to have his nut, but with Matt watching, he couldn’t tell if that was being postponed due to the humiliation or the performance anxiety.

On the other hand, there was something deep within him that enjoyed this. The taboo aspect of his sexual prowess being tested to prove if it was actually good enough made some primal instinct come out of him. It made him want to fuck Jay to the best of his ability. And the fact that it was his brother, someone who knew him better than everyone else in every aspect, made the challenge ten times more sexually interesting.

It was truly something new, something wild, something different, that conflicted him. But at the same time, that conflict intrigued him.

Chris reached his hand down between Jaylah’s legs and began to rub his fingers at her clit, adding enough pressure to have Jay squirming at his touch. She let out a small squeal though, which caused Chris to stop stimulating her little button to cover her mouth.

Matt saw this, and got up from his seat, causing Jay’s eyes to widen as she wondered what he was about to do. He walked up to the bed where Jaylah was and bent down to look directly at her. “You gotta shush, Jaylah,” he warned her with a lustful tone. “You don’t wanna wake up any more people, no?” Jaylah shook her head and whined into Chris’s hand, the noise making Matt’s face twitch. He grasped onto Chris’s hand and started to remove it from her lips. Chris looked up at him in the midst of his thrusting into Jay, confused by Matt’s action. “I think she needs some help with keeping quiet, don’t you think so, Chris?”

Chris bit his lip and screwed his face as he processed Matt’s question (it was a bit of a task since he was literally fucking his girlfriend at the moment), but he nodded his head. He placed his own hand back to Jaylah’s clit, knowing that the duty of covering her moans and whines was completely in Matt’s hands now. Chris got up from his position and kneeled onto the mattress, flipping Jay onto her back before grabbing onto her hips like handlebars and lifting them up to meet with his pelvis. He took hold of his dick, which disconnected during their position change, and slapped it onto her clitoris and labia a couple of times. He watched as his brother sat on the bed to have easier access to cover Jay’s mouth with one of his hands, which he did immediately as he saw Jaylah’s mouth open to moan in response to Chris’s dick smacking against her pussy. Matt shushed her and looked down into her eyes, using his other hand to swipe away the hair that stuck onto her sweaty forehead. He grinned and rubbed his thumb against her forehead in a circular motion. It would have served as a soothing tactic for Jaylah if it wasn’t for the circumstances occurring. But for now, whether Matt realized or not, she found it to be a way to distract herself from emitting any noises. She could thank Matt for that afterward.

Chris looked up at Jay and smiled at her warmly before slowly inserting himself back into her. Her hips rolled into his in response, and with Matt’s grip onto her mouth, no moan was made. Chris’s thrusts were now slow and deep, hitting parts of her that made her eyes roll back. Almost as if he read Chris’s mind, Matt used both of his hands, one on top of her head and the other still on her mouth, to tilt her head up to look back up at Chris. “Uh, uh, uh,” Matt tsked, “Keep looking at him.”

Chris grinned as he heard Matt’s instructions to Jay, and he looked at Matt. The two had a frat boy moment of pride and they gave each other a high-five in response to their synchronization. They placed their hands back into position and continued on, Chris fucking Jaylah at the same pace and Matt fulfilling his duty of keeping Jay quiet and obedient.

Matt began to speak words of praise and encouragement to Jaylah, saying things like, “You're doing a good job,” and “You’re taking his cock so well, and even a “Look how pretty your pussy looks when he fucks you”, occasionally bringing her face to look at his for a few milliseconds before facing her back to Chris.

Jaylah began to tighten as she neared her orgasm, and Chris could feel it. Her pussy began to squelch with its enclosing around him, and the sound caused Matt to whip his head down to where Chris and Jay connected. He was amazed at the sight and sounds— the look of her pussy creaming around Chris and the sounds of wetness that emerged from the two of their bodies colliding— but he wanted more. He looked over at Chris with a pouty look on his face, bringing the hand that wasn’t on Jay’s mouth slowly by her clit. He remained in eye contact with Chris before Chris realized what he was trying to ask without verbalizing. Chris nodded and granted him permission, and Matt took the opportunity to play with Jaylah’s clit, catalyzing her orgasm.

And it worked. Jaylah bit into a couple of Matt’s fingers as she came, and Chris kept hold of her hips, helping to stabilize her body while also helping to stabilize himself through his own orgasm. Matt slowed his rubs against Jay’s button as he eased her orgasm, cooing at her with little remarks of appraisal.

The three finally laid onto Chris’s bed, their chests heaving (yes, even Matt’s was heaving due to the adrenaline of just being there and witnessing this moment with little involvement). Chris held onto Jay close as he began to spoon her again. Matt laid in bed with them for a little bit before getting up, and Chris noticed the wet stain on Matt’s pants. “Dude, did you cum on yourself?”

Matt looked down and let out a small gasp before laughing nervously. “Maybe… but that’s okay. At least that tells you I had a good time.” He smirked before winking at the two.

Jaylah breathlessly giggled at him before bringing her head into the pillow and closing her eyes. She was too tired and worn out to even have a conversation.

“She’s tuckered out,” Matt chuckled quietly.

“Yeah, and we all should be, too,” Chris said to Matt as he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position for sleep. “Get back to bed, you fuckin’ loser.”

Matt rolled his eyes and walked to the bedroom door. “G’night. Kiss her a platonic goodnight for me,” he said before he snuck back upstairs to his room.

Chris scoffed at the silly command, but he followed it anyway, applying a soft kiss to Jaylah’s temple, and then kissed her again on her cheek as his own seal of affection. As he was about to fall asleep, he heard a ding on his phone and lazily turned around to check the message. “That was worth it,” it read, and he smirked as he realized it was Matt who sent it.

[huuuuughes]

Mine. - Jeremy Swayman

Summary: Jeremy comes over to beg for your forgiveness, and things quickly take a turn... but not for the worst.

Word count: 3.3k (its short ik im sorry)

WARNINGS: Daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, bad writing??? idk this is porn OKAY READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. pls dont read if you're under 18 thank u!!

Note: i wrote this awhile ago for goalie week and then a bunch of stuff happened and i kept forgetting to post it bc i started my first full time job a month ago and its kicking my BUTT. anyways thanks for reading :)

You could hear your phone going off from across the room. It was Friday night and the end of a very long work week. Your boss was driving you up the wall and your personal life didn’t seem to be going much better. Your friends were good, you just didn’t get to see them as often as you wanted due to just being adults and everyone having their own full time jobs. 

The one person who was supposed to make your life easier, better even, was the one currently blowing up your phone. You knew exactly who it was, but he deserved to sit there and stew for a while. But as you looked around your apartment while trying to decide what show to numb your mind with, you noticed things of his strewn everywhere. You didn’t live together, not yet anyway, but based on the amount of things you had at each others’ places, you may as well have. 

Your work involved working with many different clients, and making their dreams come true. You were a travel agent, and your boss didn't exactly adhere to the typical 9-5 schedule like a normal job. If you were awake, she expected you to be able to take care of the problem. 

You had already decided long ago that men didn’t always think with their brains. Jeremy was jealous, but of what you had no idea. Did you have a lot of clients who were men who wanted to surprise the lady in their lives? Yes. Did those scumbags also try and make a move on you sometimes? Also yes. But you were a professional, and always conducted yourself as such. As much as you wanted to, it wasn’t your job to fix someone else’s insecurities. You could tell Jeremy that he didn’t need to be jealous until you were blue in the face, but you didn’t know when he was going to get it. You weren’t broken up, but you’d told him you needed a minute for him to calm down. It had been a few days at that point, and you couldn’t deny you were also getting antsy. He may be a stupid guy sometimes, but he was yours.

After what had to be the millionth time of your phone going off with a DING of a text, you made yourself get up off the couch. The last message you had read:

Sway❤️: I know I’m stupid. I need you to know I’m sorry. Can I see you, please? 

After the stressful week you’d had, you wanted nothing more than to feel his familiar warmth around you. The moment he was near you it was like the noise around you calmed down to its lowest level. 

Y/N: I’m at home, you know where to find me. 

Sway❤️: I’m on my way, be there in 20. I love you. 

The next twenty minutes were going to kill you. Your apartment was already cleaned, because you liked to clean when you got anxious as mess only made you more anxious. Your doorman would recognize Jeremy and send him up when he arrived, so you didn’t need to even get up to let him in. He had his key, he knew exactly where to find you. 

After an eternity, at least what felt like one, you heard the familiar sound of a key in the lock. He quietly took off his shoes by the door, and locked it behind him. 

“Babe?” He called out, already walking toward the living room where you sat. 

“I’m in here!” You called back. Relief washed over you when you saw him, but you didn’t get up and go to him. He had to earn you back the way you deserved. 

“Where should I start?” He asked, sitting down in a chair only a few feet away from you. 

“How about how you shouldn’t act jealous of my stupid clients? Or any man that I’m ever with that isn’t you? Do you really think I’m that crappy of a person that I would EVER cheat on you?”

“I know I shouldn’t, I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t do that because you’re the best person I’ve ever known, but-“

“BUT WHAT JEREMY?” You screamed, and you know it came out louder and meaner than you wanted it to. He recoiled a little bit but didn’t lose his energy. 

“I’m stupid. I’m a stupid guy, who knows you are way out of my league. It sounds like a dumb excuse, but I’m so scared of losing you. I want you, I want to love you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. But you’ve seen the league, you’ve seen what this life can do to relationships and what it turns people into. I don’t want anything bad to happen to us. I know this isn’t the life you signed on for. I think about you being at home alone and I hate it.” He looked defeated and like he meant every word he’d said. 

“You can’t lose something you already have.” You wanted to close the space between you so badly. 

“You still want to be with me?” You got up and walked to the kitchen as he asked, putting away the wine you’d gotten out so it wouldn’t spoil. He followed closely, less than a few steps away. One giant step and he’d be able to close that space. 

“I wouldn’t have told you to come if I didn’t. You just needed to listen, and you weren’t hearing me. You don’t have to be jealous of anyone, that isn’t who I am.”

“I hear you loud and clear now. And I’m not jealous, you’re just mine.” The tone in his voice shifted to another one you recognized. 

“I’m yours huh?” You said it like you were challenging him because it sounded like he thought he already won. He should be fighting for you and showing you what that means. 

“Do you need a reminder?” He closed the space, so his forehead rested against yours. You could feel his hot breath on your face, breathing in time with you. Without warning, you pressed your lips against his with a new hunger behind you. You’d missed this heat between you, the raw need to have each other right in that moment. 

His hands explored your body, finding their way to your ass and lifting you up onto the counter. It was cold against your legs, the shorts you had on weren’t very long and you felt every inch of cold countertop but you didn’t care. His lips left yours with a moan and began making their way down your neck. You could feel how wet you were already getting, responding to his touch so quickly. You reached for the hem of his shirt and motioned for him to take it off. He complied in earnest, his mouth immediately returning to you.

Lifting your shirt up and over your head, your breasts became exposed for him to devour. He licked around your nipple, biting it and chasing you to arch off the counter while letting out a scream. Your nails were digging into every spot on him that he could reach. Momentarily he kissed your mouth again, bringing his still covered cock against your center. You could feel it hard against you, the friction only giving you the slightest relief. 

“Please daddy, please I need-“ You tried not to beg but the torture was killing you. 

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give you exactly what you want. Tell daddy who you belong to princess.” He whispered in your ear, continuing to kiss around your neck in the spot he knew you liked. 

“YOURS. I’M YOURS!” You needed relief or you were going to go insane. 

“Now was that so hard baby?” He asked. You didn’t even have the time or energy to reply as he pulled off your shorts in one big motion. 

“No underwear? Even better.” You attempted to push his head toward your swollen clit, but he wouldn’t go faster than he wanted to. He kissed and bit your thighs, leaving marks where he knew no one could see. You’d have those marks there for weeks. Each kiss he got closer until you finally felt his tongue brush against your clit. You shivered as he began to devour you, your thighs clenching around his head not wanting him to escape.

He pulled back but only for a moment, instructing you to lick the fingers he was putting in front of your face. You did as he asked, and he resumed going after your pussy. In a new move, he inserted his fingers into you as he continued eating. His tongue was licking in time with his fingers as they pumped in and out of you. He was hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Holy shit don’t stop, don’t stop PLEASE.” You were writhing on top of the counter as he struggled to hold you in place. He knew you were so close to your high, edging you just along that fine line. You’re burning up and he knows it. His other hand reaches up and pinches your nipple before grabbing onto your breasts like they were his lifeline. 

You cursed him silently for having hair you couldn’t grab onto, but you pressed his head as if it could go further into you. His tongue quickened its pace, matching his fingers. You could feel your orgasm building and it was right there, all you needed to do was let go. 

“Let go baby girl, cum on my face for me..” He whispered against your clit,  and what came out of yours was a series of expletives that you didn’t care to understand. He could taste everything you were giving him, not stopping as you started to come down. Every nerve ending was on overdrive and he held you down against the counter. The wave of your orgasm rolled over you, your heart pounding in your chest. He didn’t let a single drop of you miss his mouth, and you saw his smile looking up at you as you tried to catch your breath. 

He stood up without breaking eye contact, and undid his own pants. He made sure all remaining clothes of yours were off, nibbling on your ears and down your neck as he did so. In a move of complete trust, he picked you up off of the counter and carried you down to where he knew your room was. His lips found yours again and suddenly your lungs were struggling for air but you didn’t care. Your arms were hooked around his neck as he walked, kissing him like your life depended on it. 

Setting you down on the bed, he laid you down on your back, and stood back to marvel at the sight of you. 

“You look… “ his brain was struggling to find the right word, “fucking stunning.” 

“And you have too many clothes on… sir.” You put yourself up on your elbows, looking down at his boxers that for some reason, had remained on. You didn’t need to let him finish what he was going to say, you needed him to do something more than speak. 

“Sir?” He raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to you. 

“Did you like that?”  You knew he did but it was your way of teasing. His mouth was on yours before you could process his next movements, placing one hand to your side to balance himself and the other knotted in your hair, pulling your head back so you were looking up at him when he pulled apart. You didn’t even realize that his boxers were already off, as you felt his cock brush against your leg and pussy. 

His hand left your hair and explored your leg, getting closer to its destination. His face was so close you could feel his hot breath on your face and his fingers glided over your folds, but so lightly it sent a shiver up your spine. You could hardly catch your breath but you were dying for him to touch you, to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your own name. You wanted him to hear you. His hand remained on your pussy, his fingers becoming soaked.

“So fucking wet for me baby.. did you miss me?” He quickened his fingers and began pumping them inside you. The feeling of his fingers wasn’t enough, you needed more and a whine-like moan escaped you. You whispered a response to him, and it spurred him on. 

“Please Jeremy please, please I need you inside me..” 

“That’s not my fucking name, not in here. In here I own you, isn't that right princess? Do you want me to be gentle?” You nod no, but that isn’t enough for him.

“Use your words princess.”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“Don’t be gentle!” You tried pushing his head towards your core again, but he remained looking at you with his fingers teasing you. He added another, stretching you from the inside. You gasped and scratched your nails up his back. 

You gasp again, as you feel him part you with two fingers and put his tongue against you again. He wasn’t done tasting you yet.

“Please baby, I need your cock. Please!” Your mouth couldn’t move fast enough and you didn’t even care that he had reduced you to a begging mess beneath him. Your hips wanted to grind, needing more friction. You could feel your release building again as he sucks on your clit. It was right there, you could feel it as you clawed at your sheets trying to grab onto something but there was nothing. 

Your legs spasmed around his head as your release flooded over you and he ate you once again. 

“So fucking wet for me, you’re so stunning baby girl.” He kissed his way up your body and aligned himself with your entrance. He isn’t gentle as he slams into you as he kisses your mouth like you’re the only thing keeping him alive. 

You’re left begging for air as his head drops down, ducking your nipple into his mouth. 

“Oh god, oh fuck..” you cry out as he wasn’t holding back. He slammed into you over and over, bringing his hand up to find your clit. As he fucked you he was playing with your clit again, causing your wetness to pool onto the bed. Every single nerve you had was on fire, and only he could put it out. 

“Tell me you need it, tell me how bad you want you want my cum.” The hand not on your clit slowly moves up your body to the bottom of your throat and locking his hand around it. Not putting too much pressure, but enough to lightly choke you. Both of your hands gripped his arm as  you felt his cock filling you and his thighs slapping against yours. His speed was increasing and so was the hunger in his eyes. 

“Oh fuck, fuck daddy please I need your cum I need you so bad..!” 

“You are mine, your orgasms are mine, everything about you is mine.” Without warning he withdrew from you, earning a desperate moan. Quickly he flipped you over into your stomach, pulling your hips back so you were on your hands and knees facing away from him with your ass in the air waving him in like an invitation. 

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He whispers into your ear from behind you. He places kisses on the spot in your neck he knows drives you crazy, running his cock along your folds at the same time. He pushes into you again and holds back nothing. Jeremy grips both of your hips with his hands and brings your hips back to meet each one of his thrusts. The sound of his thighs hitting your ass echoes throughout the room, reaching spots inside you that you didn’t know he could. 

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you collapsed into the bed as he fucked into you. 

“So fucking tight princess, this pussy was made for me.” His nails scratch down your back eliciting a loud string of moans. His thrusts become more erratic and he brings his hand up, then down to smack your ass as hard as he could. The scream you made encouraged him more, and you could feel a third orgasm building.

“Fuck daddy, please I’m right there I need to cum daddy please..” You didn’t know how he had gotten that many out of you, but you could already tell he was determined for more. 

“That’s it baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock..” He brought his hand around as he leaned into you to tease your clit some more. You were right there, you pushed back to meet his thrusts to get yourself over the hill and the relief washed over you. You moaned out his name, begging for him to fuck you harder and faster. 

He loved seeing his length go in and out of you, taking all of him so well. Spreading your legs to give him a better angle, his cock continued hitting that spot inside you. He slaps your ass again, and again. You cry out, knowing his release was close behind. His hands wrap in your hair and pull you back, making you arch towards him. 

“Fuck yes baby, you like it when I fuck you like this? You ready for my cum?” He chases his release just as badly as you want it from him, feeling him trying to reach his high. You nodded in response to him, not being able to form any more words. The only sounds coming from you were moans of encouragement, it felt like you could be on cloud nine. 

“FUCK!” He screamed as he pulled almost all the way out, slamming back in and releasing his load into you. Jeremy almost collapsed onto you, but he brought you into his arms as he pulled out of you as his cum slowly leaked back out. You knew he thought it was the hottest thing ever. Both trying to catch your breath and come back down to earth, he pulled you in once you laid down so that you were on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat going a million miles a minute inside his chest, but it brought you a sense of calm. Your person was back where he belonged, he had finally heard you. 

“I love you.” He finally spoke but he still sounded out of breath.

“I love you too.”

“No, you don’t understand. I love you, I really love you. THIS is what I want. This body, your perfect fucking curves. Every minute of every hour of every day, I want you. Not just your body, I want all of you. I’m sorry I was so stupid. I can’t promise you that I won’t make stupid choices sometimes, but I can promise to be better for you every day.”

“Jer-“ You attempted to stop him, you knew he was it too. 

“Please let me finish. I want to make you feel good, I want to be the person you want to come home to every day, I want to be the person who pushes you to be the best version of yourself and make you feel like the queen of the world. You’re it for me, there is no one else. I’ve spent my whole life doubting myself and chasing this dream I couldn’t even describe. But I can see it so clearly now, and I know that dream is you. And I want to be able to have forever with you, if you’ll have me.” You took a moment to absorb his words. 

“You have to make me a promise okay?” His eyes gleamed at you, like you were holding up the moon just for him. 

“Anything, you name it.”

“Promise me forever. There is no past anymore, there is only us and the future we make together. I want us to help each other be better. Okay?”

“Okay. How about we start forever now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[sparrowrye]

The Archivist's Oath || Chapter 20: results

Summary: Alastor finds an archivist who can translate Old World texts. Equally bound to their duty, reader and Alastor traverse the tricky landscape of love and commitment…but to whom and to what?

Chapter Synopsis: We see the results of our work, Alastor has more internal battles, and a new threat arises

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I stared out at the ravine full of broken branches and torn roots. Parts of the ravine wall had crumbled away, covering the floor in sharp, jagged rocks and the plots of farmland were completely gone, their soil now coating the ground. It was a mess.

People had crawled out of their deep caves to start the clean up. The next storm was coming tomorrow but the more they cleaned up in between storms, the less they had to do and the easier it was to clean at the end of the season. Women were sawing away at branches while the men lifted heavy rocks to make a path for carts to come through.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Rosie asked, stepping up beside me.

My shoulders sagged further. "It didn't work."

The words added another layer of weight just from speaking them. I had never been good at handling failure. Usually I would get recklessly angry, but this time all I could feel was disappointment and an entire lack of motivation to do anything.

"Didn't work? Didn't work?" Rosie came around to stand in front of me. "This is the least amount of damage we've ever experienced."

"But the trees and the farmland...they're all—"

"Better than any previous Storm Seasons," she interrupted, bending down to be level with my eyes. "The farmland always gets washed away. Our walls are constantly crumbling. And yes, there's branches all over the ground but this is so little compared to years past, dearie."

"You saw the Middle District on the way here. This is nothing," Husker supplied from behind. His hands were in his pockets and he wore his usual scowl. I had seen the damage of the Middle District. The houses were all wrecked like a tornado had swept through. There was barely anything left.

Alastor had been standing at the edge of our viewpoint, surveying the damage. His bright red coat contrasted the gray atmosphere. He kept his back to me as he said, "You haven't experienced Storm Season before."

"That's right," Rosie agreed and put a hand on my shoulder. "You haven't seen what a normal Storm Season looks like. Trust us when we say this is the best kind of damage we've seen in ages."

I surveyed the destruction in the ravine, but it still looked anything but a success.

"So now what?" I asked. I knew I was struggling to hide my disappointment.

"Now we rinse and repeat." Everyone turned at the sound of Lucifer Morningstar's voice.

The short ruler was flanked by his cheerful bright-eyed daughter, his cane tapping on the stone as loudly as his heeled boots. He came right up to me and my neck sent a silent Thank You to him for being the same height as me.

"You are the catalyst for something great," he said with a grand gesture. I'm sure it was meant as a compliment, and I originally took it as one, but the rational side of me remembered I was helping a dangerous city.

No. The city wasn't dangerous. It was just a collection of people trying to survive. Their leaders were the ones taking over smaller communities. Everyone else was just trying to live. I was saving their lives, wasn't I? I was saving humanity, right?

"The wind shields are a huge improvement!" Charlie stepped forward, her grin as wide as ever, and moved like her father with wide gestures. "The Middle District is a mess but it always is. Everywhere else is so much better!"

I picked at one of my nails. "The shields are working?"

"Yep! They're going to be even safer the more we improve them," Charlie went on. I noticed her father watching her with an approving smile. "Vox is already making improvements and fixing the ones that are broken."

I tensed at the mention of his name but, fortunately, no one seemed to notice. No one except Alastor. He saw the stillness in my hands and the tension in my shoulders.

"What kind of improvements?" I pushed out.

"I'm not sure," Charlie answered. "But he said he's experimenting with ways to protect the Middle District better."

I eased at the response. I didn't like the idea of Vox meddling with a project of mine, nor being close to the Agriculture District, but if he was experimenting with a desolate and unpopulated district, then I had no reason to worry. I wouldn't have to worry about him unless I was moving between Districts, and even then I had Alastor or Husker with me.

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Make any changes you need here. When you think you've got a good enough plan, we'll do the same to all the other districts."

I baulked at the sudden authority over a serious project. My plan was originally meant to 'brace' Rosie's district in a way of saying Thank You to her for her kindness. I had expected, but hadn't really accepted, the idea that my work would be used for the rest of the city.

This was actually happening.

"Lucifer." Alastor stepped forward to lean down in the king's ear, "a word."

Lucifer glared up at him and was ready to snap back, but Alastor had already stepped away. Charlie continued to talk to you and Rosie about the new plans as he followed the Radio Demon.

"What is it?" Lucifer demanded once they were far enough away, arms crossed.

Alastor rested his hands on his cane and sneered down at the smaller man. "I expect not to be pulled into meetings regarding her work anymore."

Lucifer scoffed at the second command. "You most certainly will be pulled. Just because she does better work with you doesn't mean you get free rein of her assignments."

Alastor wasn't bothered. "It stands to show that she does exceptional work with a goal she's passionate about, as well as when she's finessed and not maimed."

Lucifer winced at the reminder. "Regardless of what happened, Storm Season is just one of our many problems. If we're being brutally honest—"

"Then everyone should be bowing to me," Alastor interrupted. "Coaxing a suicidal Archivist into working again is not an easy feat."

Lucifer's lips pulled up into a devilish grin. "My sources tell me Rosie is to thank, not you."

"She deserves credit, of course," Alastor replied smoothly, despite the sting to his ego. "But the dynamic between me and our lovely Archivist is also to thank. I found, delivered, saved, and convinced her to work in our favor. Truly I am a man of great magic."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Once Storm Season is over, you're getting pulled into a meeting about what we need to take care of next."Alastor's lips curled into a snarl but before he could say anything else, Lucifer continued, "And since you're so 'full of magic' you can convince her to translate this."

A swirl of gold pulled Alastor's hand into an upright position. A flimsy book appeared in his palm, one that Alastor instantly recognized. His red eyes found Lucifer's hard stare, a stare that dared Alastor to push his luck and place on the food chain.

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Alastor asked me again to join him in the living room. I decided to do a show of good faith and bring down a book to translate. He noticed, of course, but said nothing. I kept the book open on the couch cushion beside me and my translation notepad in my lap. It took only a few minutes to feel comfortable and I breezed through my translation better than ever before.

Tonight Alastor wore a simple red long sleeve with pale red lines. It mimicked his coat but the small, white collar that was undone by at least two buttons made it causal enough. Every now and then I caught a glimpse of his chest fur poking through.

I could still remember what his chest looked like during and after his injury. I could see the blood staining his clothes and clumping his fur together. I could also remember the softness of it after I had changed his bandages.

My mind then drifted to the day he bathed at the stream. His fur had been pressed to his body with water, dripping off him like a wet animal. Well, he had been a wet animal. He had looked anything but the well-composed, cruel, and terrifying Radio Demon.

Then I remembered when he asked me to help wash his hair. My cheeks burned and—

Bright light flashed in the room followed by a large clap of thunder. My body froze, muscles braced, then eventually eased down when there was no sign of danger. The fire continued to crackle, emitting warmth to fight off the cold draft that sneaked in. The temperatures had dropped significantly this time around.

Niffty had spent most of her time lying in front of the fire until she dozed off. Alastor attempted to coax her into going to bed, but when she didn't comply and fell into a deep sleep, he gently lifted her off the carpet and carried her upstairs. My mouth nearly dropped open at the sight.

Another bright flash and crackle of thunder. The storm was worse this time around. The wind shrieked on the other side of the stone walls, thunder shook the floors and shelves, and lightning was frequent. I was too ramped up to focus on my work anymore, so I sighed heavily and flopped on the floor like I used to do in my bunk.

I shifted closer to the fire as another clap of thunder shook the tower. Storms at the bunker were never this bad.

"Have you finally achieved boredom?" Alastor asked as he came down the stairs.

I quickly sat up. "You say that as if I'm incapable of being bored."

He practically glided to his chair with his long legs and I shifted around to keep him in view. "You lived in that bunker without going insane. You must be invincible to boredom."

I smiled despite myself. "That must be why I'm still alive then," I met his eyes, "after knowing you for so long."

He scoffed, clearly not insulted, and crossed his legs. "I find myself rather entertaining. Your work, however, meets the criteria." He reached for his glasses and book. The gentle smile on his lips spoke volumes.

I remained were I was for a few moments, debating with myself, before finally stretching out again. I stared at the ceiling and clasped my hands together over my stomach. I drew in a slow, deep sigh. "You were the first time I didn't feel bored."

Silence hung between us.

I dared a glance in his direction to see if he was annoyed by the comment. The only expression I got was a blank stare. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign, so I looked back at the ceiling and wrung my hands. "Sorry," I mumbled.

In a way, I had gotten my wish for a more entertaining life, albeit a very challenging and scary one. And painful. Alastor had promised to show me more of the world. It wasn't in a way I liked, but there were moments when it looked like he was trying—really trying. Maybe things would turn out okay.

Alastor watched you from his chair. He had gone very still, stuck in decision paralysis. He wanted to lay beside me, to touch my skin again, to watch me give in to his touch rather than flinch away. Ever since Vox, Alastor wanted nothing more than to make you seek him for shelter. But the cavern between the two of you felt far too wide.

You were the first time I ever felt calm, he wanted to say in return. Why he kept quiet, he'll never know. Perhaps because it was easy to be open around you, and that fact unnerved him. You had very little magic yet could pull out a forbidden side of him with ease.

He lifted his hand to his lips, pressing the cool tips of his claws to his cheek. The memory of your first kiss had chased him in his dreams for weeks after you had banished him. They had subsided when he brought you here, but now? Now it was something he couldn't stop thinking about. It didn't help that it had been the first kiss he initiated; the first one he had actually wanted.

Your eyes found his again and his chest tightened. He wanted to lay beside you like that night on the rooftop. He wanted to feel your hands running through his hair, firm but gentle, and with all the care in the world. He wanted to feel the heat of your words when you were pushed too far. He wanted those gorgeous eyes on him at all times, your focus on nothing and no one else other than him. He wanted to pin you to the floor and have another kiss just so he could feel the buzz of electricity that zipped under his skin.

There were a lot of things he wanted but couldn't have. Acting on any of those wants would damage the weak bond he had managed to piece back together with you. He always had a plan. He always knew what to do and when to do it. He always knew.

And yet, he could do nothing but sit in that chair with your eyes on him and his hand over his mouth.

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The storm eased up the following day. The inside of Alastor's tower remained the same—dark, gloomy, and moist. The air felt thick and I worried the books would be damaged, though there was nothing I could do about it.

After translating a few more pages of the plumbing and electricity texts, I finally wandered downstairs. Niffty was on the couch crocheting something—probably a bug—and Alastor was in his usual spot near the fire and his radio. He wore a dark long sleeve, halfway between black and navy, and his bright eyes were already glancing towards the stairs as I came down.

How the hell was he not sweating?

"Wonderful of you to join us," he greeted. I nodded and quietly went to his bookshelf for the novel I had been previously reading, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Niffty showed me her crochet project—indeed it was a bug, a cockroach no less—and let me sit beside her.

I tucked my legs up and leaned against the armrest as I began to read. The silence was comforting—the crackle of the fire and hum of radio static were the only things that permeated the peace; aside from the constant rain just beyond the walls. I recalled the long winter nights with my family in the bunker, huddling around a small clay pot and candle, and playing several rounds of card games.

When my brother left it was just me, my mother, and my grandmother. We handled everything just fine by ourselves, but my brother had left a hallow, quiet, irreplaceable hole that was felt by all of us.

Once my grandmother passed away, things took a nosedive from there. My mother couldn't do much of the heavy lifting chores anymore and she spent most of her time sleeping away the hours of the day. I felt her grief as heavy as my own and it nearly crushed me had I not been too busy trying to keep us alive. She stopped translating altogether after she began making too many mistakes, ones I was fortunate enough to catch.

It wasn't long after my grandmother's passing that my mother became ill. I watched as my mother succumbed to her grief. She stopped cooking and could barely make it from her bed to the couch without running out of breath. And when I tried to play cards with her on rainy days, she couldn't concentrate. She would slip in and out of sleep until one day, she didn't wake up.

I spent a week trying to dig her grave. My crying and screaming got in the way, and my usual chores were just as demanding, somehow more so. For that entire week I kept her body wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Once I had finished her grave, right beside my grandmother and her mother, I carefully lowered my mother's body into the grave. It was raining that day.

Niffty suddenly shifted off the couch and it pulled me back to reality. I took a deep breath and my throat loosened as I remembered where I was, the ambience of the tower filling my ears once again. As confusing as Alastor's presence was, I wasn't physically alone anymore.

Niffty scurried into the kitchen to make a light snack for lunch. Alastor let out a heavy sigh then removed his glasses and placed his work on the side table. He stood to his full height and stretched out his long arms, giving me a chance to run my eyes along the muscles pushing against the dark fabric.

"Would you care for anything?" he asked, meeting my eyes as a blush surfaced to my cheeks. I looked away.

"Sure."

I waited until he walked into the kitchen before sagging against the cushions. Things weren't as tense as they were before, but the awkwardness seemed to follow me everywhere I went. Did he feel it too? Probably not.

I stood up and stretched out my arms and legs, and twisted my torso in an effort to relieve my usual back pain. I glanced at Alastor's chair, at the indent in the cushion from his weight. His leather-bound journal was filled with various papers and his round glasses sat atop it. What was even on those papers? What did he spend all his time reading?

I wandered closer, nervously checking around the corner in the kitchen. Would Alastor be bothered? Would he get mad at me for not asking him instead? Would he answer truthfully if I asked what his notes were about?

I figured a small glance couldn't hurt. I carefully pulled one of the pages further out and felt my hands go cold. It was Old English.

I pulled it out the rest of the way and examined the note. It was plain and simple and written in his handwriting. Where did he read this? Did he know what it meant? Has he been trying to decipher my translations and learn how to translate himself? Was that even possible?

Footsteps came up behind me. I turned, bracing myself, and looked up to meet his eyes. They blinked back at me. "I see you found something."

I gripped the note tighter. "Wha—what is this?"

He stepped past me and lowered a plate of bread and cheese on the side table near the couch. "A White Angel prisoner carved it into the floor of her cell." He moved back to his chair and I stepped out of his way. "So I copied it down."

I glanced at the paper, then back at him. "Were you going to ask me to translate this?"

He tilted his head slightly, the dawn of a question on the tip of his tongue, but then he suddenly closed it, eyes widening. "You can read it."

I nodded and looked at the paper again. "It's Old World language. Old English," I explained. The handwriting was crude and clearly a copy of someone else's writing, but unmistakably Alastor's.

Now he was leaning forward in his chair. "Can you tell me what it says?"

His sudden interest sent a prickle of fear along my skin. I felt compelled to deny him, but then remembered this paper wasn't from my archive. I could technically freely translate this. And considering what the paper said, I felt he most certainly should know.

"It says: When the waves are calm, more will come."

Alastor stared at me for several moments, lost in his own mind.

"It could be a warning," I suggested.

He rubbed his chin. "Or a threat."

I read the note to myself again. "Do you think they meant literal waves?"

"Perhaps."

Feeling comfortable enough, I moved closer to him to put the note back on his side table. He watched me intensely as I did, though I avoided his eyes. They were as hot as the fire on my back.

"Do you think..." he began gently, making me stop in front of him. "...that you might be able to translate what the angel says?"

My mind was split. One half of me wondered if it was possible to translate something other than text, while the other half realized that I might be used in an interrogation if I could. Another tool.

"I...I'm not sure." I shifted uncomfortably and glanced into the small fire. It burned away the mist that clouded the room but made my clothes stick to my arms with sweat. "I've never tried," I murmured.

Alastor gestured towards the couch. "Consider it. We have plenty of time thanks to this storm."

His offer gave me an out and I took it, settling on the couch and pulling the book into my lap. But I couldn't focus. The note still burned in my thoughts and I silently repeated the phrase over and over again.

Was it a threat? More had to mean more White Angels. That much was obvious. But the waves didn't make sense. Was it used in a literal sense? A metaphor for chaos? Waves of people? Storm waves? Ocean waves?

Then it hit me like a lightning bolt.

I stood suddenly, clutching the small book to my stomach.

"The coast."

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[beyondthebloodsugar]

My Fasting Experience: Low Blood Sugar Moments and How I Handled Them

Fasting can be a tricky journey. At times, it feels like walking a tightrope. It’s not just about skipping meals; it’s about tuning into what your body is saying. I started my fasting experience hoping for clarity and health. Little did I know, I'd face some surprising low blood sugar moments that shook me up! Here’s how I navigated through the bumps and found my footing.

Understanding the Ups and Downs of Fasting

Fasting often feels like an adventure. You think you’re on solid ground, but then—bam! Your blood sugar drops. Moments like these can feel alarming. Suddenly, you're weak, dizzy, or even lightheaded. It left me wondering: How did I get here?

When you fast, your body is running on empty fuel. It’s like trying to drive a car on fumes. Eventually, you hit a wall. This happened to me on several occasions. I realized that understanding my body’s signals was key to managing those low points.

Recognizing the Signs of Low Blood Sugar

Low blood sugar can sneak up on you. At first, it might just feel like a little fatigue. The next thing you know, you're staring at your feet, wishing the ground would steady itself. I started recognizing my signs: the shaky hands, the foggy brain, and that annoying little sweat on my forehead.

Each of these signs was a warning bell. It’s like my body was sending me a text message saying, "Hey, pay attention!" The trick was learning to listen and react before things got serious.

Quick Fixes to Raise Blood Sugar Levels

When low blood sugar hit, I needed solutions fast. I learned to keep a stash of easy snacks nearby. Something as simple as a piece of fruit or a bite of granola could make a world of difference. It was like pulling a parachute cord when free-falling. Instant relief!

I kept small packets of honey in my bag. They’re tasty, easy to carry, and bring up my sugar levels quickly. It’s amazing how a little sweetness can turn your day around!

Planning My Meals to Avoid Low Moments

Planning became crucial in my fasting routine. I started mapping out my meals, making sure I had enough nutrients to fuel my body. Eating wholesome meals before starting a fast was like filling my gas tank to full before a long trip. I wanted to avoid running out of fuel halfway.

I learned the importance of including proteins, fats, and fiber. These kept me feeling full longer and helped maintain steady blood sugar levels. It’s all about building a foundation that can handle the ups and downs.

Finding Balance Through Fasting

Fasting is all about balance. There were days when I hit those low points, but they were also days filled with learning. Each experience taught me more about my body and its signals.

It’s not just about the act of fasting itself; it’s about how to balance your body’s needs with your goals. I found that adjusting my approach and listening closely helped me handle those low blood sugar moments better.

Conclusion: Embracing the Journey

My fasting experience was filled with highs and lows. The low blood sugar moments were unexpected challenges, but also valuable lessons. I learned to listen, prepare, and react. Instead of fearing these moments, I embraced them as part of the journey.

So, if you’re thinking about fasting, keep in mind that it’s a personal adventure. You may face your own struggles, but with a little preparation and awareness, you'll find your way. Fasting isn’t just about food—it's about understanding your body and embracing the experience!

[pandoramyst]

민규 - ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜɪᴍ

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

warning: slight smut but not really, some cursing, drinking, smoking, night club, toxic relationship

note: I would highly recommend listening to Right Here by Chase Atlantic while reading this as this is what I was listening to while writing this! Huge thanks to roomsofangel for inspiring me to write this. Go look at her mingi fic "right here"!! <3

"can you please wait up?" you lean on the rocky wall and balance yourself on one leg while you try to push your foot back into your pointy stiletto. Your friend stood in front of you puffing on a cigarette, wishing you had taken her advice about not wearing such high heels.

"did I not tell you?" she places her elbow on her hip, lazily holding the cigarette in between her fingers. "Uh, shut up Min. Please tell me you have a band-aid?" you rub the bottom of your foot to try and relieve it from the pain while Min is rummaging through her bag.

"Don't got any, babe," she frowns and steps next to me, hooking her arm around me to hold me stable. Your foot finally slips into the heel and you huff in relief. You place your feet on the ground and straighten your posture. Min pats your flyaways down and fixes the smudge from your red lipstick. She flashes her white teeth to you and winks.

"Come on!" she strengthens the hold on your arm and drags you to the entrance of the nightclub. Plastered above the glass door is a sign, ARCANE, flashing brightly in red. Two well-suited men stand in front of the tall glass doors, waiting to check your ID's. Having confirmed your IDs, they open the doors for you and you walk into the main floor.

You walk towards the bar and beckon the bartender towards you. He walks over and puts both of his hands on the bar, leaning towards you to hear you properly. "Two margaritas, please" you tell him with a smile and he walks over to make your drinks.

"shit," Min whispers as she leans back into the counter. You have your back turned to the crowd of dancing bodies so you turn your head around to look at what she's seeing. You turn back around, uninterested in the guy she's drooling over. "look at those muscles.." she says, biting her lip.

"you're disgusting," you give her a stank face and she returns it. The bartender returns with your drinks. "Thank you," you say and take a sip. "ugh you're so pessimistic, you need some dick," she says plainly while gobbling down her drink. You almost choke on your drink at that and push her away from you. "you wanna kill me?" you yell at her.

she puts her drink down, "whatever, I'm going up to him". She pushes her breasts up and puckers her lips. "your boobs look fine, just go" you tell her and she kisses your cheek before walking over to him.

you push your first drink down your throat and rest your elbow on the bar. you enjoy quietude most of the time but you let a night out be a welcome exception. after all, Min is right. Not about the dick part, but it's nice to look at good-looking people once in a while. As shallow as it is, it's refreshing.

But you can't enjoy it when he's always in the back of your mind.

After your recent breakup with Mingyu, the thought of him has not left you. The breakup itself was not toxic, but the on-and-off relationship afterward was. You kept going back to each other. And he wasn't helping either. He called you, texted you, and even emailed once in a while when you wouldn't pick up.

Feb 9, 21:39: "Wherever you go, no matter what you try to do and how far you try to get away from me, I'm all you think about, y/n"

You thought the constant nagging annoyed you until it suddenly stopped. You checked your phone even when it didn't ding. Sorted through your work emails and the newsletters from websites you didn't even subscribe to. It was pathetic, to say the least. You even considered texting him during that time despite Min's desperate pleas. Giving in was so much easier than staying away.

He really is all you think about.

By the time you finish rethinking every thought you had about that man, you are through your fourth drink and onto the fifth when the lights start to dim in the club. The music changes seamlessly, thanks to the DJ, to "All Mine" by Plaza. You think about tipping the guy for such a good choice of a song. And you would have if it weren't for the fact that you had to push through a whole mob of drunk people.

You settle for sitting back down and downing more alcohol instead. You rest your cheek on your palm and look around the bar, curiously. The ones sat down were mostly men alone or with women on their lap, apart from the exception of one guy whose face you couldn't make out. His right arm was resting on the bar and the other one was holding his drink up. You could only see his side profile as he was currently talking to a tall, blonde that was rubbing her manicured hand up and down his bicep.

Who can blame her? He is ripped. He has a black shirt on that fits him almost too tightly, resting perfectly on the curves of his muscles. Your eyes followed his arm all the way down to his hand, where a gold watch was wrapped around his wrist. Not too thick or too cheap, perfect size and quality. You bet he smelled good the way the girl was leaning closer to him to get another whiff of his cologne. He had a polite smile on his face but seemed rather uninterested.

The girl eventually noticed and said bye to him, walking towards another tall man at the entrance of the club who piqued her interest.

Your eyes fell back on the man who seemed completely unbothered by her.

When he turned around, the dim light from the bar shined on his face and you could now clearly make out his features. Black, rather silky, hair and the most familiar pair of black eyes. His lips were perfectly plumb and you paid the most attention to how sharp his jawline was. How when he put the drink up to his lips and swallowed the liquid, you could see how defined his Adam's apple was. When he set the drink back down, his eyes came up to yours and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Mingyu.

You can really spot him anywhere. You watched as his face relaxed once again as he kept his eyes on yours. Normally, you would look away in embarrassment but with Mingyu you can't.

you missed it. you missed looking into his eyes whenever you wanted to. you missed his eyes on yours, burning through you even when you're not looking. he was the only one you wanted to look at you.

He rubbed his jaw with his index and middle finger as his eyes traveled down to your prominent breasts. You were dressed quite modestly for a club and although your breasts were not relatively big, the dress you wore did wonders for you. Thanks to how tight it was, it made your breasts look fuller and perkier.

When his eyes came back up to yours, your view of him was blocked by a flimsy Min who had returned from whatever she was doing, with a new guy on her arm. "Hey best friend in the world!!!" she threw her arms around your neck, supporting all of her weight on you. She was clearly drunk...

"can you please please please get an Uber home?" she winked and pointed at the guy behind her who was clearly checking her out. "um, are you sure that's safe..." you were worried she was too drunk to make a somewhat rational decision.

she widened her eyes and said, "Yes! Yes! I promise, now can I leave please?" you sighed and shooed her away. "You're the best! I love you!!!!" She screamed as she dragged the random guy out of the club. You bit the inside of your cheek and your eyes landed back on Mingyu's for a split second before you turned back to face the bar.

Min always did this. It's why you were so reluctant to come out tonight. She always finds some guy to go home with and leaves you on your own. She doesn't even have the decency to leave you the car you came here with. Whatever. You suddenly had a bigger problem to deal with as you felt a hand push your hair to the side. You looked over to where Mingyu was sitting and he was gone which confirmed your suspicion that it was him touching your hair.

"left you again?" he pulls the stool next to you closer to you so that when he takes a seat your knees are almost touching his crotch. He lays his arm flat in front of you on the bar and with his other hand, continues to run his fingers through your blown-out hair. "mmm," you hum and close your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

When Mingyu and you were together, you would always tell him about Min's reckless behavior and carelessness. How it annoyed you that she couldn't care about anybody else more than she cared about herself. It didn't bother you, it's just how she was. But at times it made you feel like shit, and Mingyu would always be there to hear you out.

Suddenly, you could feel the alcohol working on you.

"Why are you here, Mingyu?" you were slightly slurring your words. He smirks and rests his hand on your leg. "could ask you the same thing, baby" he says. His voice had either become noticeably deeper or your memory was failing you.

"you can't call me that anymore," your lips rest to a slight pout as you let your head fall, your chin almost touching your chest.

He chuckles and starts caressing your thigh, "why not?"

"you know, why." you look back up at him and his demeanor has changed. He was looking at you again with those same furrowed eyebrows he gave you before.

But as he bites his lip, all you can think about is how much plumper his lips have gotten. How softer they probably feel. God, you wish you could kiss him.

"How would I know when you haven't answered any of my texts?" He counters, his voice getting a little bit louder now, which due to how loud the area was, you were grateful for.

"We are not together anymore, Mingyu. Get it through your head," you tell him. But he did not want to hear that and truthfully that wasn't what you wanted to say either...

"I don't care y/n, this is never gonna change," he points at you and then back at him, "I can see it in your eyes, why won't you let it happen?"

"cause it's not right, we've moved on" you look away from his dark eyes and gulp down your drink, letting it burn your throat.

He tsks and takes his hand off your thigh, placing it on his. You could tell he was getting upset.

"moved on? you've moved on?" he bent his back so that he could get a clear look at your face. You look him in the eye and swallow harshly as you can see him biting the inside of his cheek.

"yes," you lie. and he can see right through it.

He scoffs and looks around the bar in disbelief, "You're such a fucking liar, you know that baby?"

"I'm not lying," you say before you bite your lip.

"I know when you lie to me, y/n. I know you missed me," he can see through your bullshit. He leans closer to you, letting you get a whiff of his cologne. He always smelled good...

He whispers in my ear, "Why didn't you answer my calls, baby?" he says before pressing a soft kiss under your ear. He's so close you can smell his shampoo. Old Spice. He hasn't changed much.

You softly rest your hands on his shoulders as he leaves more kisses on the back of your neck, "you're smoking again?" you ask. His cologne is strong but the cigarette stench on his clothes is stronger.

He stops kissing your neck and looks up at you through his thick lashes. His lips stretch to a wide smile and his eyes become droopy as if he's high.

"what was I supposed to do without you?" he looks down at your lips and licks his own. You don't hesitate to do the same. He looks amazing. He looks even manlier than the last time you saw him.

You wonder if he let anybody else see him like you did...You felt jealous at the thought of somebody else looking at him naked with all this new muscle on him.

Still looking at him, you let your hands run down his biceps, occasionally softly squeezing the muscle. Ugh, he's big.

"Min says you're bad for me..." you say softly as you continue to caress his biceps.

"Min wasn't always here for you, I was," he says coldly pointing at himself. His brows furrow once again at the mention of Min. You run your hands through his hair to calm him, a habit you still seem to have when it comes to him. He wasn't lying.

He lifts himself up so that he can get closer to your lips.

"No one can take care of you like I can, baby" he whispers on your lips.

You whine, "Mingyu..." You can't help but let him pull you closer. You missed him touching you. The last time you saw him was 9 months ago and he's still familiar with your body.

He presses his hand on your back, making you instinctively arch it. You feel his hand rub up and down your back, landing just above your butt. Your lips are now so close to each other that you can smell the mixed scent of his gum and cigarette on his breath.

"I don't like it when you smoke," you suddenly push him away by the shoulders and reach behind you to grab your purse. He leans back on the chair, legs open, smirking. You pull out a bill from your purse and leave it on the counter for the bartender.

"We leaving?" he rests his hand on the counter and looks at me through his lashes like a lost puppy. You just stare at him frigidly before walking out of the nightclub. At this point, you want to go somewhere to hide. Hide your face so nobody could see the effect he had on you.

He would always make you feel like this. Whenever he would call or text, he would confuse you, and send you into a frenzy that would end in you calling Min to cry about your feelings. Now it was different that you actually saw him because he was right.

No matter what you or anybody tried to tell you to make you forget about him, he was right. He was always there when nobody was. No matter what he was doing, he would drop it if it meant being with you. He is the only one that hasn't walked out on you, and clearly never will.

You frantically look for a tissue to wipe the tears on your face as you speed walk to the parking lot of the nightclub. You rummage through your bag when you suddenly hear footsteps running up to you. You walk in between cars trying to find his, wondering if he maybe got a new one. Going to his car was just instinctual at this point.

"Hey stop," you can hear him yelling repeatedly behind you. Where was this damn tissue? The world was spinning. Whether it was because you were drunk or because of Mingyu you didn't know, but you suddenly felt nauseous.

"God, where is this tissue! And where is your fucking car?" You yell at him and you finally spot his black BMW. Your steps get faster and suddenly you can't hear Mingyu's anymore. But you know he's right behind you when the car opens.

You open the passenger door and hop in, slumping down into the seat. You rest your head on the dashboard and let your tears fall on the leather. He opens the car door and leans down to check on you.

You can hear his audible sigh as he steps into the driver's seat. He turns on the ignition and then turns around to put your seatbelt on for you. When he clicks it into place, he leans back in his seat and drives off.

Midnight

"Why did we break up, Mingyu?" you ask him plainly. You rest your forehead on your palm, patiently waiting for a response.

"Long distance. You said you couldn't do it, you gave up" he cleared his throat and stopped the car in front of the red light, turning to look at you. You frowned at him and he responded by placing his large hand on your inner thigh.

"You know, I always knew I could do it for you but I just felt like - it would be impossible to be away from you," the alcohol starts to kick in when you begin to slur your words.

"yeah? 'nd how it feel now?" he says in a tense tone as the light turns green and he begins to drive off again, hand off your thigh.

"Worse," you say softly and he responds by scoffing.

"Well, what did you want me to do? Everybody was saying it would be for the best." You start to get more tense.

"Fuck everybody else," He spouts. "I was the one with you, why do you care what everybody else said?"

"Cause I was confused," you yell back at him in frustration. He chuckles sarcastically as he pulls up to his place. He parks the car and turns off the ignition. You are taking too long with your seatbelt, clearly still shaken up, so he opens your door and does it for you. Once he's done, he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. Ass completely exposed to him, he makes an effort to not touch you as he opens his front door with the same key he's had for years and somehow never changed.

Without having closed the front door, he walks you over to the couch putting you down aggressively.

"Asshole," you rub your head as you start to feel dizzy and he walks over to lock the door.

"What are you doing?" you ask him.

"I'm gonna fuck the confusion out of you,"