#i went crazy over it for like two hours i wouldn’t shut up because it’s THEIR song

[aleeyenn]

let’s start a country by hot freaks is LITERALLY FIREAFY SONG!!

what if i told you i already have an animatic started of it. what would you do. and what if i told you i also annotated the lyrics to correlate it with fireafy. Hehhhhheheh…

[coldfanbou]

Driving Her Crazy

A small road trip with Yubin and a little spicy time in the car because of her.

length 2K

Yubin X Mreader

It was 4 pm. If all went well, you’d be at your destination for the perfect view. You shut the car door and start the engine, listening to it roar. You look over at Yubin. “Ready?” 

“Ready,” she responds,  a toothy grin on her face.

“Alright, get comfortable. We’ll be driving for 12 hours and won’t make many stops.” you remind her before leaving your home and beginning your road trip. Yubin was excited about traveling with you around the northwestern part of the US. She was more than excited after you told her of the sight there. The first part of your plan was to get to your mountain resort so you could show Yubin how to snowboard. The first hour went by fast, and you both quickly grew tired of the drive, especially when you started thinking about how much longer you had. 

“You know, when you said 12 hours, I thought it wouldn’t feel like too long…I was wrong.” Yubin says as she stares out the window. 

“I told you it was going to be a long time, and unfortunately, there’s nothing of interest around here.”  

Yubin turns to you, her hands clinging to your arm. “Isn’t there something for us to do? I don’t think I’ll be able to last the entire ride in here doing nothing.” 

“I mean, you could take the wheel for a while if you want to.”

Yubin’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “Really? Can I?” she asks eagerly. You nod, and she quickly takes over the wheel. She adjusts the seat, inching it forward and raising it so she can see over the dashboard. “Let’s do this!” She exclaims, pressing the gas and causing the car to lurch forward. She looks at you with a sheepish grin. “Oops?” she chuckles. You can't help but roll your eyes and shake your head at her. 

Yubin purses her lips and lightly presses on the gas, slowly building up to the speed limit and driving along while you take your break. Yubin enjoys taking charge and following the directions you give her. Being in control of the drive there gives her a sense of purpose, but after about two hours, she tires of having to be focused. “I don’t  think I want to drive anymore.”

You chuckle, “But you said you wanted to drive earlier.”

“I take it back. Can you drive?” 

“Alright, let's pull over at the next exit. We’ll grab some snacks, and we can switch places.” Yubin accelerates, eager to switch roles as soon as possible. 

Stopping at a gas station, Yubin heads inside to get snacks for the rest of your drive while you fill-up the car. She finishes her shopping trip first, sneaking herself into the back seats and bringing them down to make an improvised bed. As she’s about to climb in, you tug at the straps of her shirt, “Not happening, get in the front.” Yubin pouts and gets in the front seat, huffing as she shuts the door.

Once you're done, you climb into the driver's seat and drive off, driving through heavily wooded areas as you contrive. The evening sky becomes dark as the thick canopy lets little light break through. Yubin spends time on her phone, switching between apps as she finds something to do. A sudden moan makes you jump, and you look over at Yubin; she has the face of someone caught watching something they shouldn’t be. “Really? Right now?”

“I have nothing to watch. I didn’t download any of my shows!” She shouts, 

“There are so many other things you can watch,” you shout back, trying to hold in your laughter. 

Yubin briefly quiets before whispering, “We haven’t done it all day.” 

“Is that what this is about?”

“Yes, you know I need to do it at least once.” 

You ruffle your hair. “We can’t really do it right now. I’m driving, and we have a schedule to stick to.” 

“At least let me have a taste; you can still drive while I do it.” You groan, knowing that Yubin would probably keep asking through the entire drive if you disagreed now.

“Alright, fine.” Yubin claps her hands before leaning over the center console. She unbuttons your jeans and pulls out your cock, licking her lips as she strokes it slowly.

“Come to mommy.” She whispers before kissing the tip, feeling it twitch against her lips. She smirks before moving down your shaft and planting soft kisses along it. You groan while trying to stay focused on driving. Luckily, no cars were around, so you had more room for errors. You looked down, watching Yubin’s head bob up and down as she used her tongue along the tip.

You felt her slowly building up to more, taking in more of your cock. You groan loudly as your cock hits the back of her throat. Yubin holds herself against your crotch, her tongue moving from side to side. You place one hand on Yubin’s head and push her down further, moaning her name as you feel her tighten her throat around your cock. “Shit,” you grunt, struggling to keep from cumming this instant. Yubin pulls away, smiling as she strokes your shaft.

“Cum for me; I want to taste it,” she whispers into your ear before dragging her tongue along it. Yubin kisses your cheek before swallowing your cock again, her lips forming a tight seal around your shaft as her tongue swirls around the head. You groan, your hips bucking instinctively as you try to keep control of the car. You feel Yubin hold you down as she continues to bob her head, hungry for something to eat. 

You roar as you cum inside her mouth. Yubin runs her hand along the base of your shaft, stroking you quickly in hopes of getting as much cum from you as possible. Her mouth quickly fills with your cum. She moans, enjoying the taste as it hits her tongue and swallowing as much as possible. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks you dry, ensuring not a single drop escapes. She pulls back, licking her lips and smiling. “Ah! That was great,” She says, stretching her arms and leaning back in her seat. She glances at your lip cock, her eyes wandering up slowly until she reaches your face. “You know, I ought to thank you for driving the rest of the night. I have just the reward. You can use me anytime you want, anytime.” Yubin repeats. “I wouldn’t mind waking up with you inside me,” she says with a smirk as she adjusts herself in her seat. “Whatever you decide, I won’t mind,” Yubin shuts her eyes and smiles to herself as you continue driving. You pay her no mind continuing onward. 

Yubin falls asleep some hours later. You glance in her direction whenever she rolls from one side to the other. During one of her rolls, you notice that one of her straps has rolled down her shoulder, giving you a view of her cleavage. It makes your cock stir as you imagine her tits. The next time she rolls over, Yubin turns away from you, and you see her shorts have ridden up, showing off her plump ass. You’re hard and struggle to keep your eyes away from Yubin’s body. Her words ring in your mind now, “I wouldn’t mind waking up with you inside me.” It gnaws at you for a while before you decide to pull over, hiding yourself on the roadside. You move to Yubin’s side of the car and take her into the back, where she had made the backseats a bed. You place Yubin on her stomach and pull down her shorts. You stare at Yubin’s thong, debating whether you should continue before deciding that you should. You pull it down slowly, leaving them around her thighs. You stare at Yubin’s ass running your hands along it and squeezing it softly. You notice her wet cunt and move toward it, lifting her hips and moving your arm around her waist. You rub her cunt slowly, moving your fingers around her clit. You hear her breathing get heavier, and as you continue, you hear Yubin softly moan your name as she sleeps. You slip a finger inside her, feeling her warm walls squeeze your fingers as you stretch her out. Yubin’s breathing turns into soft moans as you toy with her. 

You can’t hold back any longer, though; you replace your finger with the real thing, pushing your cock inside Yubin slowly until you buried inside her. Yubin’s moans continue as you begin thrusting. You move slowly, trying not to wake Yubin. Your grip her waist gently and push your length inside her slippery cunt. You moan Yubin’s name as you move inside her. Her sleeping form turns you on more as she takes your cock easily. 

You feel her tighten around you, though, and it drives you mad. You try to keep your slow pace, but can’t you begin thrusting harder and faster, ramming your cock deep into Yubin’s cunt. Yubin begins to stir slowly, moans still flowing from her lips as she begins to realize what’s happening; a smile forms on her lips as she feels your cock knock against her womb. “Thanks for the wake-up, big boy.” She says, placing her hand over her stomach and feeling your cock move around inside her. The thought of you using her while she slept pushes Yubin to the edge, and after a few more thrusts, she cums on your cock, moaning loudly as her walls tighten around you.

You groan, feeling your climax approach. Flipping Yubin onto her back, you start thrusting into her again, wanting to watch her face as you cum inside her. You thrust wildly, Yubin’s cunt squeezing you as you flood her body with pleasure. Her moans become louder, and she wraps her legs and arms around you, forcing you deeper into her cunt. As you near your orgasm, Yubin’s walls begin to tighten around you again, and she screams, “I’m cumming!” her body begins to convulse as you bury yourself inside of her and flood her pussy with your cum. Yubin lets out a silent moan as her head tilts back; her body shakes as she feels your hot semen pour into her. Minutes pass as you remain buried inside her. You kiss Yubin softly, caressing her hair as you both cool off. You pull out of Yubin slowly, reach toward the front seats, grab a water bottle, and hand it to her. She sips the water as she remains lying on her back. “That felt great; my body is still tingling.”

“Yeah, it was really good,” you say, breathing heavily. You lean over and kiss Yubin's forehead, smiling at her. “Let’s rest for a few more minutes before we get going again. We need to get to our hotel on time. Yubin nods, and the two of you stay in the back for ten minutes before getting dressed.

You get back on the road and continue your drive. Yubin stays awake, keeping you company and chatting with you. There was about one more hour of driving left when she reached over and tried to fish your cock out of your pants. “Hey, not now.” You try to tell her, but Yubin argues back, eventually getting you to pull over. “It’s not safe, and we’ve already done enough.”

“You weren’t complaining when I was giving you a blowjob yesterday,” she retorts as she climbs over to your side, moving the seat back. She grabs your cock and slips it inside her cunt, moaning softly. “There we go,” she coos. “I want to get you ready for the hotel because I want you to fuck me silly when we get there.” 

“Ugh, fine,” you agree reluctantly. Yubin smiles and presses her ass against you, grinding on you as you drive the remaining hour. Each little bump on the road caused her to bounce on your cock, making her more hungry for what was to come at your hotel.

[querenciasturniolo]

missing you ⮕ c.s.

word count: 822

warnings: swearing

summary: chris is back in boston from chicago, and you decide that you were sick of missing him

a/n: i’m just in the mood to write for chris, lately. also a two word title ? crazy concept.

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“Just come over.”

You rolled your eyes and rolled over in your bed. Chris’ request sounded almost impossible as you pulled your comforter over your shoulders.

“I’m exhausted, I wouldn’t dare getting out of my bed.” You whined, Chris chuckling and shaking his head. He’d facetimed you only moments before, aimlessly walking around and making way too much noise.

“I’m surprised Mary-Lou hasn’t told you to quiet down.” You teased, Chris pulling a face and looking down at you on his screen.

“She’s at the store, so I’m free to be as loud as I want.” He said. You snickered and finally pushed yourself up.

“No, you aren’t. Shut the fuck up, I’m trying to take a nap in here.” Nick’s voice rang through your speaker, Chris whipping around with wide eyes just as you heard Nick’s bedroom door slam shut.

“We just picked him up from the airport—needless to say, he didn’t appreciate us messing up his room and not cleaning it.” Chris said, his voice significantly quieter than before. He wasn’t looking at the camera anymore, but you didn’t care.

Facetiming Chris was either him rambling about something he thought of for a solid three hours, or it was just sitting in silence as he went about his daily routine. You didn’t mind, you knew it was just because he wanted your company, even if you weren’t there.

“How are you?” You asked. It’d been a while since you’d last seen him, considering they’d just gotten back to Boston from Chicago. He glanced down at the screen for a moment and shrugged, his eyes going back to whatever he was doing.

“Oh you know, the usual. Seeing Skies was fucking awesome, but it’s good to be home. Missing you.” He said. He paused, pulled a face and shook his head. “That was corny, ignore that.”

You laughed. “I’m telling everyone, I’m gonna completely ruin your street cred.” You teased, Chris mocking you playfully as it sank in that you really did miss him. Even talking to him had your heart constricting in yearning. It had been too long since you’d seen him.

“I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll call you back after, okay?” You said, Chris humming and nodding his head. “Alright, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said before you finally hung up, jumped out of your bed and headed to your bathroom. You decided about halfway through your shower that you were going to see Chris.

You got dressed and ready before grabbing your keys and heading towards the door. You could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, most likely being a text from Chris joking about how long your showers take.

The drive to their house was almost routine, each turn and stop being done on autopilot until you pulled into the driveway. You stepped out of your car and shut the door lightly, pulling your phone out and shooting a text to Matt to let you in.

Before you reached the door, it was swinging open and Matt was looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Why didn’t you text Chris?”

You shrugged and stepped into the house, turning to face Matt when he shut the door. “I told Chris I wasn’t coming over, and I realized I wanted to, so it’s kind of a surprise, I guess.” You said, Matt nodding and following you up the stairs.

“He’s in his room, I think.” He said. You followed him and went up the stairs after him, walking past him to get to Chris’ room. The door was open, Chris laying on his bed with his back facing the door. You smiled and tiptoed across his room, reaching his bed and deciding at the last second to jump. You hit the mattress, Chris shouting and whipping around to see you curled in on yourself laughing hysterically.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n! You gave me a fucking heart attack.” He said, his own laughter consuming him as he turned to face you. Tears were rolling down your cheeks, your stomach aching as you tried your best to calm yourself.

“You should have seen your face!” You squeaked, your hands wiping your cheeks roughly as Chris rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you.

“Well, yeah. I thought I was under attack, or something.” He said, his smile wide. He pulled you close, your laughter finally subsiding as you relaxed into him, your cheeks sore from how hard you were laughing.

“So what changed your mind?” He asked. You hummed and closed your eyes.

“I just figured I could lay in your bed with you instead of in mine alone. Also, missing you was getting old.” You teased, Chris rolling his eyes and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m never gonna live that down, huh?” He said. You smiled and turned your head, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Never.”

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 76

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 5K

TW: Abuse Mention

Masterlist

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Saturday, March 26; 9:00 PM – Jenni and Alexia's apartment.

The evening is underway. We're at Jenni's since her apartment is the closest to The United. Needless to say, our friend is well-stocked with beer for the girls' enjoyment. We ordered takeout – Chinese food, to keep things simple. The others left us about an hour ago to enjoy their own evening. We started ours by playing a few rounds of car racing games on Jenni's PlayStation. The games went on until our stomachs started growling. I think Mapi was mostly tired of Alexia beating us. It seems like she's had a bit more practice than we have. So now we're eating, and I took the opportunity to share the good news I received today.

"And so, she’s willing to take you on at her gallery?" Ale asks. "That’s crazy. Small world, huh?"

"We're not complaining," Mapi replies with her mouth full.

She swallows before continuing:

"We were starting to worry you wouldn’t be with us next year."

"Oh no. I was more worried about ending up with nothing. I don’t think I would have left anyway..."

"But is this thing certain?" Ale asks.

"Supposedly. She wants me to visit the gallery and spend a weekend there to see if it works for both of us."

"That’s cool. At least you’ll get a feel for it."

"Yeah, exactly! Plus, she’s a woman running the gallery alone, which suits me even better."

"Yeah, that’s great news," Alexia comments, though with a hint of sadness.

My remark brings about a short silence. I take a deep breath and uncross my legs, placing them on the ground. It was now or never. I mean, there wasn’t a better opportunity.

"I think I’m ready to talk to you about it, girls."

They were both focused on their little boxes of Chinese noodles before I sparked their interest. Neither could hide their surprise.

"You don’t have to," Mapi says first. "I’ve lived in silence for over a year, and I’m fine with that."

"No. Well, no, I don’t have to. But I managed to talk to Lucy about it, so I feel ready to talk to you now. I know you won’t judge me or anything like that anyway."

"That’s the last thing we’d do," Ale replies. "But like Mapi said, don’t feel obligated. Lucy knows, so it’s already a big step for you to have opened up once."

"It’s not about opening up anymore. It’s that you two are my best friends, and I want you to know what destroyed me one day."

They nod in understanding.

"It’s just that if there are two people I’m going to tell this story to, it’s you two."

"Okay," Mapi says first. "Well, if you want to know, I’ve been looking for the truth about all of this for a long time, even though I’ve come up with plenty of scenarios in my head. That piece of garbage Feli still managed to destroy my best friend."

I give a sad smile. It took me a while to understand, but I wasn’t the only one affected by my change in behavior.

"That scumbag, as you put it, abused me for almost a year," I say bluntly, without beating around the bush.

I owed it to myself to do it this way, or my resolve would have evaporated. Still, I can’t bring myself to meet their eyes. I keep my gaze fixed on my box of food, resting on my knees.

"What do you mean, abused...?" Ale murmurs.

"She got angry because of the drugs, and I paid the price... I won’t go into the details. Even Lucy doesn’t know. She ended up figuring it out after my fight with Korbin. I had completely shut down and didn’t want her to treat me at the time, until she understood what was happening."

My throat tightens at the memories resurfacing. It’s harder than I imagined. Alexia, sitting beside me, places her hand on my knee for support.

"I—I didn’t mean to push people away. I just couldn’t stand being touched or approached anymore. I feel vulnerable around people..."

"Oh my God, you poor thing... I didn’t realize it was that bad. So... she hit you?" she asks uncertainly.

I lift my head to see them looking at me with sadness. I sigh and stand up. I don’t like feeling pitied, but I knew what to expect when I started this topic. My back is turned when Mapi speaks before I can answer.

"She did more than that, didn’t she? How far did that bitch go? I mean, you were so strong before. I never would’ve imagined someone could break you like that."

A few tears escape me. I quickly wipe them away. Mapi’s the only person who can guess the full extent of what she did. No one else here knew the Ona from before. So bold and rebellious.

"She did a lot of things I regret," I whisper.

I turn around and lift my sweater to show them my scars. Their gasps fill the room. Some are burn marks, often from cigarettes. Others are knife wounds that struggled to heal properly, as I was never able to treat them. Looking back, I think some of them should have required hospital care. But I never went. It would have meant reporting Feli and going back home. I feel foolish for never doing it now.

"I’ve never seen those," Mapi admits breathlessly.

"Well, if you think about it, I haven’t undressed in front of you since I got back," I point out.

I was never shy with Mapi since she was my high school girlfriend. We used to undress and change in front of each other without any issues before all this.

"The only time you could’ve seen them was at the pool a few months ago, but you were too busy with Ingrid and Joan," I add with a small smile to lighten the mood.

"Oh yeah, that day," she replies. "But wait, you had trouble going to the pool then?" she realizes with shock.

I bite my lip and nod.

"I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t say anything because everyone was so excited. Lucy scolded me in the changing rooms when you all left. She didn’t know no one else had seen them except her... She reassured me and made me feel comfortable before joining you all."

"Oh my God! But why didn’t you say anything?"

"It’s fine, I’m not dead," I joke. "Lucy is slowly helping me feel more comfortable in my body..." I add, blushing.

She’s the first person I allowed to see me in my underwear, practically at the start of our relationship. Granted, I was in bad shape and in a tough spot because of my withdrawal, but I could have refused her help. Somehow, she managed to earn my trust quickly.

"Does she know she abused you?"

I blush even more than before. Mapi never holds back. I can’t even contradict her because we both know she’s right. I had no shame or fear before Feli.

"No," I whisper. "I told her no to avoid her pitying me. She was already worried enough about everything else."

"You can’t hide that from her," Mapi protests.

Her reaction surprises me, and I’m at a loss for words. It’s such a sensitive topic. I’m already pushing myself to talk to her about it, so telling Lucy... the person I share my bed with... is asking a lot. The worst part is that this happened frequently because of Feli’s violence. She had hormone surges she wanted to satisfy, and I was powerless. I often thanked the drugs for helping me forget half of those moments. Seeing my distress and disconnection, Ale steps in to help me.

"Stop, Mapi. This isn’t an easy thing to discuss, especially not with her girlfriend," she defends me.

"What? If I were in her shoes, I’d want to know!" Mapi retorts.

"Please don’t say that," I reply, feeling some remorse now. "I didn’t want her to pity me about this, or worse, to hold back. I wanted everything to happen at my own pace, with her help, and that’s what happened. »

Ale nods in understanding, while Mapi crosses her arms. I sigh at that.

“I was planning to tell her after our first time, but I’m afraid she might take it badly, or... I don’t know... Her reaction scares me a little.”

“She would have every reason to take it badly,” Mapi grumbles. “She would’ve reacted differently if she’d known!”

“And that’s exactly what I wanted to avoid. You know very well I hate being pitied! That’s not how she would’ve helped me!”

Mapi dramatically sighs and rolls her eyes. I understand her frustration. Mapi is the only one who knew me before all of this. She hates that I’ve become so secretive. I guess she expected me to open up at least with the woman who shares my life so she could take care of me. But this is still my choice.

“And what exactly does she know? And since when? Because if even she doesn’t know everything, I’m not sure how to help you anymore.”

“Come on, you’re exaggerating. She’s known a lot for a while. She knows I was a junkie and that I lived in abandoned places with Feli and the other addicts.”

“She knows why you ran away?” Mapi snaps with a certain bitterness.

“Yes, she knows about my dad’s death in combat, and how close we were. She also knows about the communication problems with my family, especially with my mom... Even though that’s a lot better now.”

“And she knows she was violent?”

“Yes, since Korbin, she knows. Like I said before, she’s the only one who will ever know the details of every one of my scars.”

I say this preemptively to stand my ground. I understand she’s still worried about me after hearing all of this, but she has no right to question my choices. Not about Lucy, nor about what I choose to tell her. Mapi narrows her eyes for a moment before sighing in defeat.

“Fine,” she mutters.

“Lucy has helped you a lot...”

I give a sad smile to Alexia, who seems a bit shocked. The poor thing just learned a lot all at once. I had never told her any of this before. To my surprise, she doesn’t resent me for keeping it from her, judging by the way she continues.

“I remember the first day we met. You brushed me off like never before,” she laughs. “I thought I was in for a rough year, and that we’d never be friends given the anger coming off you…”

The way I acted when I met Alexia is one of my biggest regrets. We’ve become very close since then. Alexia just wanted a friend, having never had one before, and I’m glad she can now count me as one.

“But in the end...” she continues. “Once you faced Lucy, I saw that anger disappear. I don’t know how she did it, but she really helped you work through a lot.”

My shoulders slump at this truth. She understands what my girlfriend has done for me. I nod softly to confirm.

“Yes… That’s exactly what happened. She pushed me physically and mentally with punishments… Yet she always listened and supported me. I questioned myself so many times because of her, and I started to trust her. Once she realized that, she began to rebuild me.”

“You see,” Alexia turns to Mapi. “You’re scolding her for not opening up enough… But I think Lucy already knows.”

“Why do you say that?” my best friend asks, frowning.

“Because Ona has never needed to speak for Lucy to understand that something is wrong.”

I sit at these words. If I were honest with myself, I’d say that’s exactly what I hoped for from Lucy. I pushed her away so many times when things got serious, hoping she’d figure out what I’d been through. Unfortunately, she’s never brought it up. So I don’t know if she knows.

“I’m sorry,” Mapi says. “You’re probably right, Ale. I was so jealous at first of how easily she reads you when I’m supposed to know you best… So yeah… She probably already knows, if I could figure it out.”

“I hope so,” I murmured. “I don’t want to say it out loud.”

“Do you still have trouble with people in general?” Mapi asks me.

“No... Well, school and Lucy in particular have helped me open up to the world again. I still push people away sometimes when they surprise me with touch, but it’s happening less and less. We’re working on it a lot.”

“With Lucy?”

“Yes. She’s helping me regain my confidence. In fact, I finally gave myself to her last week.”

“She’s really had a lot of patience. Kudos to her, because I would never have been able to do what she’s done in such a short time.”

“Totally,” Ale agrees. “It’s no wonder you’re so close. Even if you two hadn’t gotten together, I think you’d have maintained a strong bond that the other students wouldn’t understand.”

“Speaking of school, I forgot to tell you, but Wiegman knows,” I said.

The girls look at me without any visible reaction, taking a moment to process what I said.

“Who’s Wiegman?” Mapi responds.

“What do you mean Wiegman knows?!” Ale exclaims.

“Wiegman knows,” I repeat with a small laugh. “Wiegman is the school principal, and she knows. My management professor, who has a crush on Lucy, talked about us to Wiegman. Lucy was there to hand in her resignation letter, and she confessed. She didn’t want to lie, especially since she was about to leave anyway.”

“Wow!” Mapi exclaims. “She’s lost it!”

“But what happened? Are you two getting expelled?”

“No. We think the fact that she knows my mom helped a lot. She also took Lucy’s resignation into account. Since we’re at the end of the school year, she’s letting us finish, and I’m allowed to continue my evening classes since they’re part of my apprenticeship,” I explain with a shrug. “We just have to keep being discreet because if any student finds out, she won’t be able to do anything to stop us from getting expelled.”

“Wow!” Ale exclaims. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Yep. So… Wiegman knows,” I sighed.

“Lucy really took some big risks.”

“I know. I felt bad when she told me, but it just goes to show that honesty pays off.”

“And when did all of this happen?”

“Yesterday.”

“And then you say nothing interesting happens in your life,” Mapi mutters to Ale, who bursts out laughing.

“Alright, enough about me. What about you two!? You always let me go first.”

I look at them in turn. They glance at each other, and Alexia decides to go ahead.

“Well, nothing special. Alba agreed to meet Jenni at Leah’s party. Of course, Jenni accepted, but she’s terrified,” she laughs. “She’s afraid of Alba’s reaction.”

“Your sister’s a bit of a pain,” Mapi comments.

“A bit, yeah,” she sighs. “It’s partly my fault too. I hid my relationship for way too long. I shouldn’t have.”

“True,” I agreed.

“Have you talked to Lucy about it? Are you two coming?”

I shake my head, crushing her hopes instantly.

“Sorry, but she refused. Since we’re under scrutiny with Wiegman, she really wants to wait until the end of the school year before we go public with my school friends.”

“Damn…” she sighs.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be well surrounded. Misa will be there, I imagine.”

“Yeah…”

“She’s really cool, you know. We helped each other out when you and Alba were called in. Maybe you could do the same for her that night…”

“I’ll see,” she grimaces. “I’m not sure where to place her. She came to tell me, and I quote, ‘we should get to know each other better.’”

“Who’s she? Your sister-in-law?”

“Ew, don’t call her that,” Ale replies.

I laugh heartily. It seems like things still aren’t smooth between them. I know she doesn’t really like her, but she’d be surprised.

“Come on, she’ll be a good help, trust me.”

- Yeah, well, wait. I think Alba plans to spend part of the holidays with us, like, "to make up for lost time," you know? I'm so pissed! I thought we'd finally be able to enjoy some time just the two of us!

I laugh again. I understand how she feels. It’s always like that with Lucy. We plan to be together, and then everything gets turned upside down. It's complicated with family all over the place.  

- And on top of that, you two won't be here, she adds. I heard you're leaving a week early.  

- Yeah, we're going to my grandfather's for the first week. Since we're going to Portugal, we might as well make the most of it, I replied.  

- Yeah, that's true, but once again, you won't be here to back me up, she says, pouting.  

- Either way, we wouldn't have been here. You'll have to wait until the end of the year for that.  

- Damn it, sighs Ale. It's ridiculous. It’s not like our friends would rat you out.

- Oh, you never know! Mapi surprisingly defends us. All it takes is for someone to have something against Lucy or even Ona, and boom, they're screwed.

- Yeah, mumbles Ale, not entirely convinced.

I laugh quietly to myself, but I think that’s exactly what Lucy believes too. That, and maybe the fact that she doesn’t want to get too close to her students before she leaves. I’m giving her some space for now, but once exams are over, she won’t have any more excuses. I definitely plan to introduce her to the whole gang.  

- So, Mapi, what about you? Anything new?  

- Not much. I'm selling my apartment. Preparing for my move... The school accepted my enrollment.  

- That's awesome! Ale comments.  

- Yeah, definitely a good thing. Also, my parents got in touch.  

- No way! What did they want?  

- To spend time together and reconnect, she laughs bitterly. Apparently, they wanted to check in on me and see how I was doing.  

- Ouch. Any hidden agenda?  

- No idea. I refused. I plan to spend my vacation here getting settled. I told them that and mentioned I have a girlfriend. When they started giving me grief about it, I hung up.  

- No surprise, I grimaced. They didn’t even ask how you were doing before that?  

- Nope. They started by asking how school’s going, if I’m doing well... Same old. I guess they still don’t have anyone to take over their stupid business. I wasn’t planning on seeing them again anyway. They probably thought I’d changed my mind about how I live. They still haven’t realized I’ll never be straight or take over their damn succession.  

- But what exactly do they hold against you? Ale asks calmly.  

- Well, exactly what I just said. Being a lesbian and loving engineering, which they consider a "man’s job." They would’ve preferred me to inherit the family business and start a family with a man for the succession. I’ve always refused. There’s no way I’m pretending to be someone I’m not for people who were never there for me.  

I smile sadly. She rarely talks about her family, even to me. All I know is that they’re rich, always off on business trips, and were never around. The day of her accident was the turning point for her. They couldn’t even be there for her, so she not only rejected her inheritance but also cut ties with them. I knew it was hard for her. Despite what she says, she values family a lot. I can tell when she’s with mine. She’s always said I had nothing to complain about. I find it awful that her parents want her to be someone she’s not. I’m glad she’s finally found some peace in her life thanks to Ingrid.  

- Anyway, no more news from them. I’m living my life, about to join you guys, and it’s about time. I’m really happy about that.  

- And how’s your leg?  

- It’s doing better. The pain is less frequent. But I know it’ll never fully heal. I was told that after the first surgeries.  

- Do you need another operation soon?  

- No, your mom managed to avoid that. We found other solutions. Better physios,… Anyway, they’ll never be able to fully fix it.  

- What happened, with that? Ale asks hesitantly.  

- Car accident. Wasn’t even my fault, she jokes with a laugh. A drunk driver crashed head-on into my mom and me. My knee got completely crushed. According to all the doctors, I was very lucky, if not miraculous, to have saved it.  

My heart sinks every time she talks about it. She was heading home with her mom when it happened. Mapi was the most injured since the car hit her side. The man in the other car flew through the windshield and didn’t make it. Her mom was the least hurt, with just a broken arm and a few cracked ribs. They were rushed to the hospital, especially Mapi, whose knee was shattered. Their father joined them at the hospital. What I find disgusting is that once her mom recovered, her parents didn’t stay with her. Mapi was a teenager, and legally, they shouldn’t have left her alone. But they did. They went back on business trips for days. They only visited occasionally to check on her progress. Mapi had to go through several surgeries alone, with no support. Then came the physical therapy, where they’d just drop her off at the doctors without asking if she needed help. She’s always said that the best thing her parents did for her was bringing her to Barcelona. They were advised to go to the best surgeons there. That’s when we met at school, and my mom started visiting her at the hospital since she was always alone. She’s always told me that her real family is us.  

- By the way, did you call your mom about the wedding?  

- What wedding? Ale asks.  

I blush in embarrassment. I didn’t even have time to tell her. My God, I really need to get back to reality.  

- My mom’s getting married to her partner. I called her this morning, and I agreed to be her maid of honour.  

Mapi practically explodes with joy, jumping on me. I laugh softly. I know she’s always wanted us to get along better since she’s always gotten along with my mom.  

- No way? Oh, I’m so happy! So, you’re going?  

- Of course, I roll my eyes. It’ll be after the exams. June 18th.  

- Oh no, Ale groans. You won’t even be here for my birthday!  

- Really? When’s your birthday? I ask.  

- Well… the 18th, she laughs.  

- Damn. No, we definitely won’t be here, I chuckle. We’ll probably head to Barcelona right after the exams to help with the preparations and all that. Lucy suggested it to get a break before the exam results come out.  

- Oh, that’s even better! You’ll be with me then! Can Ingrid come too?  

- My mom will probably invite her too, so yeah, of course, I laugh.  

- Well, I’m still upset. No one will be here for my birthday, Ale says, crossing her arms.  

- Oh, come on, we’ll celebrate your birthday, don’t worry.  

I say, giving her a hug. The last thing I want is to not celebrate her birthday.  

- Yeah. We’ll do it when we’re back. Maybe a night out, something with lots of drinks! It would do us good.  

- Speaking of drinks, I saw a bottle of champagne in the fridge. Anyone interested?  

- Yeah! Mapi exclaims. Go ahead, pop it open!

We laugh as Ale gets up to grab it. A glass of champagne sounds good tonight. I needed to unwind, and since Lucy is picking me up later, I don’t hesitate to have a drink or two, especially after Ale pulls out the rest of the alcohol from the other night.

Saturday, March 26; 2:50 AM - Jenni and Alexia's Apartment.

- Darling, someone murmurs to me.

I groan, burying my head into something soft, like a pillow. I recognize Lucy’s touch as she runs her hand through my hair, a little mocking laugh escaping her.

- Come on, get up. I need a little help.

I sigh contentedly, blinking my eyes open. It’s hard to keep them open, even though there’s no light in the room.

- You can stay here if you want, I hear Jenni offer.

- No, no. We’re heading home. Come on, babe, at least sit up so I can carry you.

I groan as she pulls my arms, trying to sit me up. I never know where she gets her strength, but somehow, she always manages. I have a slight headache. I definitely overdid it with the drinks tonight. I don't even know what time it is. Wrapping my arms around my girlfriend, I teasingly pull her toward me. She laughs before pressing her lips to mine.

- You’re not going to make this easy, are you?

- Nope, I grumble.

Too tired to fight back, I let my head fall onto her shoulder. She takes advantage of my state to pull me to the edge of the couch, then lifts me by holding me firmly by the thighs. My limp body betrays me, collapsing entirely against her.

- Thanks again for the evening.

- Will you be okay? Jenni asks her.

- Oh, yeah. It’s not the first time I’ve had to carry her, she jokes.

- Alright, she laughs. Be careful on your way back. Text me when you’re home.

- I will. Thanks.

I hear the door close as Lucy moves, followed by the sound of the elevator. I wait until the doors close to speak.

- You’re not mad at me? I mumble.

- Mad at you for what, baby? she whispers.

She gives me a little bounce to adjust her grip on my body. I groan softly at the jostling.

- For drinking too much, I whisper into her neck.

I’m being honest, because I know she knows. We didn’t have time to clean up the bottles, and I must reek of alcohol. I'd rather be upfront than face a scolding.

- No, she surprises me by saying. Not in this environment, where it’s safe.

A long breath of relief escapes me. She kisses my temple and finally exits when we reach the ground floor. I can feel the cold, and I realize I don’t have my jacket on.

- I’m warning you, once we get to our building, you’re walking up. You’re getting heavy, I swear.

I laugh into her neck as best I can, but I nod. I figure by the time we get there, I’ll be somewhat awake. Somehow, Lucy manages to get me into the car, and I hear the door shut before she walks around to the driver’s side. That’s when I notice my jacket is draped over my lap. I decide to put it on to stay warm.

- I love you, you know that? I say, in the middle of the drive, making my girlfriend laugh.

- Yeah, babe. I think I’m aware, she teases.

- Why are you laughing? It’s not funny. I’m being very serious! I huff.

- I’m not laughing.

- Yes, you are!

- Well, only because you’re the most adorable thing when you’re drunk. I forgot how happy you get in these moments.

- Does that mean I can drink again? I say excitedly.

- I never forbade you from drinking, she sighs.

- Yes, you did at the beginning.

- Yeah, but back then, you weren’t as responsible as you are now. And the places you frequented weren’t exactly the safest.

- Blah, blah, blah.

- Babe, she giggles. Don’t pick a fight in such a nice moment.

- Hmm, I reply, stretching. I’ll try not to, I tease.

We arrive at our building, and Lucy parks in the underground garage. This time, she doesn’t carry me up, but she still helps me stay upright and even undress me a little once we get to our apartment.

- Can I wear one of your shirts? I mumble as I collapse onto the bed.

- Of course.

I’m down to my underwear as she rummages through our closet. I take off my bra without any hesitation. Partly because I’m drunk, partly because I’ve become comfortable with Lucy since we made love.

- Here, she says, tossing me one.

I put it on quickly and slide under the covers, watching Lucy change. Once she’s done, she joins me in bed. I barely have time to snuggle up to her before I feel myself drifting off. I can still feel her lips against mine just before I fall asleep.

- Good night, my love.

- Good night, baby, I mumble back.

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Wherever You Go, I Go (Frank Castle x Reader)

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A/N: Requested by a nonnie! I love writing readers that give Frank an attitude when he's being a dumbass, so here's that lol

Request: “wherever you go, i go” with frank pls🥺? maybe a hurt/comfort where he tries to push the reader away to protect them but they’re adamant about staying by his side? of course pls disregard this if it doesn’t inspire you <3 have the best day 🌷💝

Summary: Frank hasn't spoken to reader in two weeks and then shows up battered and bloody on their doorstep. Reader accidentally reveals their feelings in a fit of anger.

(Warnings: all the normal Frank things, so like blood, descriptions of stitches, wounds, etc. also, lots of cursing, soft!frank, idiotboy!frank, loml!frank)

Frank Castle was a mystery to most people, but you thought you’d cracked the code in understanding him; key word – thought. It had been two weeks since you’d seen him last, and the idea that Frank had lost interest or abandoned you gnawed at your stomach at all hours of the day. He wouldn’t just leave, would he? 

It wasn’t like you were officially together or anything, but after the months of long nights sewing up cuts and whispering secrets into each other’s skin inbetween teeth clashes and hair pulling, you couldn’t really call Frank just a friend of yours. He’d made that clear every time you were anywhere near him. The familiar weight of his hands on your waist, the way he knew exactly where to press his lips on your neck to make you moan, the soft kisses he’d press into your hair when he left way too early in the morning.  

You weren’t crazy for thinking he cared about you – you knew that – but his lack of contact for two entire weeks was a growing concern. Was he hurt? Dead? Did he meet someone new? More interesting? You were losing focus in your day-to-day tasks, and it was all his fault. Your boss had sent you home early and told you to get some sleep because it was clear that you needed it, but it was now past midnight, and you were beyond sleep at this point.  

A loud thump against your front door startled you out of your haze. You grabbed the pistol Frank had left for your protection and inched towards the door. Your apartment wasn’t in the safest part of the city, but you’d never had to use a gun on someone before. Frank’s words had been clear when he was teaching you how to shoot it: “Safety off, cock it, aim, and unload the entire clip in the bastard’s face.”  

You repeated his steps like a mantra as you peeked through the peep hole. You stared into your dim hallway, searching for the source of the noise, and found nothing. You grunted in annoyance. Dumb kids being dumb, you supposed. You went to move away from the door, already over the disturbance, when your eye caught a tiny bit of movement towards the bottom of the peep hole.  

It was a subtle movement, one you would’ve missed if you blinked, but it was there, and you recognized those god damned boots. You set the gun down, swiftly unlatching the deadbolt and swinging the door open. Frank laid in a crumpled heap at your feet, a low groan emitting from his throat. He’d been leaning against the door when you opened it, so he had landed flat on his back in your haste to open the door. 

A gasp caught in your throat when you finally took him in. Frank was covered in blood. You could just barely make out Frank’s dark eyes looking up at you. His nose was crooked and bleeding, definitely broken, and you could see a cut across his chest that was flowing more blood than you knew a human could have in their body. 

“Oh my god, Frank!” Your voice finally came back to you in a hushed whisper. 

You curled your arms under his shoulders, tugging him far enough into your apartment that you could shut the door. Frank was tall and muscular, so you knew he’d be heavy, but his dead weight was almost impossible for you to move. You ended up falling backwards, landing on your tailbone. Frank’s head rested in your lap; face pulled in a painful grimace.  

You cradled his head, tears welling up in your eyes.  

“Where have you been, you fucking asshole?”  

The way you were softly stroking his cheeks juxtaposed the anger laced in your words. Frank’s eyes were half lidded – he was barely conscious, but still breathing. You crawled out from under Frank’s weight and ran to the bathroom, grabbing at anything and everything that could help.  

Frank was struggling to move when you dropped down next to him, pushing him back towards the floor.  

“Stop, stop, stop. Don’t move.” You mumbled, tugging his jacket off. His shirt was being held together by a few strands of fabric across the collar, so tearing it off him wasn’t difficult. The hard part was having to peel the sections of fabric that were so coated in blood that they were stuck to the gaping wounds. Frank’s breathing stuttered as you started putting pressure on the wound across his chest.  

Blood was bubbling out of the cut, falling down his sides and onto your freshly mopped floor. Your Christmas pajamas were coated in red, but you weren’t worried about any of that. The more pressure you put on Frank’s chest, the more his eyes widened, and he needed to stay conscious.  

Once the bleeding slowed, you began to sew stitches into the gash. Frank’s eyes followed your movements. It was a slow and painful process, but it gave you enough time to figure out what you wanted to say to him. 

“You’ve been gone.” You mutter, pushing the needle through his skin. “You’ve been gone, for weeks, and then you show up half dead and bleeding all over my floor. Where were you?” 

“’m sorry, baby.” Frank’s rough voice had a direct line to your heart, which ached in response to the two weeks of radio silence.  

“I thought-” He gritted his teeth as you pushed the needled through his skin again, “I thought you’d be safe if I wasn’t around. I thought you’d be happier.” 

You rolled your eyes, glancing over at him and then back down at the stitch you were working on. “If you really thought that, then you’re an idiot.”  

“I never said I was smart.” The smirk on his lips reminded you of the rage you had swallowed down earlier.  

“You. Left. Me.” You spit. “You couldn’t even say goodbye? You just fucking left me and thought I’d be happier? Fuck you, Frank. You should know by now that wherever you go, I go. If you really thought that leaving was a good idea, then you’re either blind or I’m a fucking idiot for falling in love with you.”  

You freeze, squeezing your eyes closed. Your planned speech had been thrown out the window the minute you’d let yourself feel just how angry you were at him for abandoning you, and you’d just accidentally said the L-word to Frank fucking Castle. 

Frank’s hands hover over yours, still mid stitch. You didn’t want to open your eyes and see the rejection written on Frank’s stupid face.  

“No. No. I didn’t mean to say that. Forget it.” You shook your head and focused your gaze on the chest wound that was almost completely stitched up.  

Frank’s hands wrap around yours, halting any more movement from you. You didn’t want to look, refused to, even. Frank mumbles your name, slightly squeezing your hands. 

You finally look up, meeting his gaze. His expression was mostly neutral, but his lips rested in a small smile.  

“You love me?” he asks, nonchalantly running his thumbs over your hands. 

You let your head bob in a single nod. 

“I lo-” You cut him off. 

“Don’t say it unless you mean it. And don’t say it if you’re going to leave again.” You plead with him. He lifts one bloody hand to cup your cheek and shakes his head. 

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, sweetheart. I love you. And I left because that scared me. Everyone I’ve ever loved has been taken from me. I know it was stupid to leave, and I’m sorry.”  

His words weakened the fire in your blood. Your eyes softened and you leaned into his hand, still cupping your cheek.  

“I thought you were dead.” You whisper into his palm, pressing a soft kiss into his skin. 

“’m sorry. I’ll never leave you again.”  

The weight of his promise sits on your chest for a moment.  

“Okay.” You respond, nodding your head. Your attention returns to his chest, a comforting silence overtaking the apartment as you finish stitching up the cut. You slowly make your way down Frank’s body, searching for and patching up any injuries you come across.  

You help pull Frank to his feet. You’re both thoroughly covered in his blood, and you’re almost positive you won’t be getting your security deposit back on account of the giant puddle of it on your floor. 

“Are you staying?” You ask, warily glancing between him and the door.  

Frank cups your jaw and pulls you into a searing kiss. You stumble into his hold as he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. 

“I’ll stay forever if that’s what you want.” He mumbles against your lips. 

“That’s what I want.” Your voice is breathy, seductive, even. 

“Okay.” His tone is final as he nods and kisses you again.  

“Okay.” You respond, smiling into the kiss. He pushes you backwards towards your bedroom, but you stop him. “We both reek. Shower, then fun, okay? And only if your cut doesn’t hurt too bad.” 

“Got it, boss.” He chuckles, pulling you toward the bathroom.  

After your shower, you walk into the bedroom, fully intent on ravishing Frank whole when you notice his sleeping form. He’s already in a deep sleep, arms resting behind his head on the pillow. You knew the adrenaline from the night would eventually catch up to him. You crawl into bed next to him and rest your head on his chest, carefully avoiding the cut you’d covered in gauze after your shared shower.  

Frank turns, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. 

“Mmmm, love you.” He mumbles, still mostly asleep. 

“I love you, Frankie.” You whisper, content to spend the rest of your life wrapped in his arms. Frank Castle is a mystery to most people, but not to you, you decide as you drift off to sleep, not to you.  

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should've, could've, would've. | bang chan

genre: bang chan x reader with some good ol' angst! warnings: none!

I really could’ve picked a better time to have this conversation, you think as you saunter up to the familiar door. 

Despite your intrusive thoughts, you knock four times and, almost as if he were expecting it, Chan opens the door promptly.

“Hey. You’re drenched.” You yank at the hem of your rain soaked sweater and recoil from the feeling of it clinging to your body.

“Didn’t check the weather.” A pause. “Also… I couldn’t sleep,” You add sheepishly. The epithet ends up sounding like more of an excuse than anything, but it’s true. You couldn’t stand staring at the ceiling, thinking of what you were going to say to him, for another minute. It was driving you crazy.

Chan looks down at his apple watch. It’s 2:09am.

“Evidently, I couldn’t either,” he says, rubbing his sleep deprived eyes. 

“Well, I don’t wanna bother you so-”

“Oh, shut up. Get in here.” He gently grasps your elbow and guides you inside his apartment. It’s dark, save for the illumination from the two candles he has lit. You inhale. Bergamot. That’s new.

Chan quickly scans your face and you know he can tell you’ve been crying. He can always tell. You divert your gaze and, thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. But he knows. And the fact that he does gets more and more embarrassing each time it happens.

You’re finally made aware of how cold you actually are when you shiver in response to the body heat radiating off Chan.

“Shit,” he says. “Lemme get you some clothes.” Quick on the uptake, and so in tune with all things you. Sometimes it was exhausting. When he withdraws to his room, you take a seat on the navy blue couch you’re all too familiar with. 

Maybe I should’ve just gone home. What am I gonna do when I move?

Chan returns with a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. You thank him and go to the bathroom to change. When you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, you almost gasp. It’s fine, you think. Chan is my friend. This is what friends are for.

Chan was the one who recommended taking walks to soothe your insomnia all those years ago, and here you are- still heeding his advice. What he couldn’t predict, however, was that every time you went on said walk, you’d end up in his arms. The first few times were a fluke- awkward, clunky. His embrace caused more anxiety than comfort, and you were under the impression that it wouldn’t continue. But as the years went by, it became routine.

There wasn’t an instant click, not even when your friendship began. Everything was gradual, slow, deliberate. That was what defined your relationship. So when your feelings began to morph into something more than friendship, you weren’t surprised. Because that meant there was only a matter of time before those feelings became bigger than a fleeting spark, or a hand held for hours at a time, or dreams told over gin and white wine. 

Now, as you donned his clothes, smelling of detergent and something so distinctly Chan, you were anxious. Anxious to tell him you were leaving, anxious that even the slightest objection from him would make you stay, and anxious that he had that much power over you- even in your head. 

But it was your dream. And you couldn’t wait around for your feelings to bubble to the surface. You had to squash them down while you still had the chance. This seemed to be your only chance, unfortunately.

“Wanna talk about it?” Chan asks with soft eyes, extending a mug of tea in your direction. You silently thank him for it with a nod, and go to sit on his couch. He joins you.

“I’m sorry for doing this so often. It must get annoying.”

“You’re not annoying. I’ll say it every time if I have to.” He takes a sip of his own tea, and looks at you blankly. You wish you could read his mind, like he can yours. 

“Movie?” He continues, eyes boring into the side of your head. You fight the urge to return his gaze, but ultimately fail. Huge mistake.

Now you wish he'd stop looking at you like that- like this. Like he loves you. Like he’d do anything for you…

“Disney always cheers you up, yeah?” 

He picks up the remote and turns on the TV, trying to ease you into some type of comfort. Usually, by now, you’d be divulging every problem to him. The air is suffocatingly thick. 

I just wanna talk. Why can’t I say that? Chan, I wanna talk. See? It’s not that hard, you think.

 “Princess and the Frog,” he says with a smile. “That’s your favorite.” 

“I’m moving back to America.” Your mouth is moving before your heart has time to catch up. “It’s my dream job.” 

His eyes meet yours, painfully, as he registers the words that have come out of your mouth. It’s funny, really, with the opening credits of Princess and the Frog revving up in the background… Chan realizes this too, and slowly, he turns off the TV. When he puts the remote back down, his mouth is slightly agape.

“Oh. When do you leave?” 

‘Oh?’ That’s it? you think. Your heart is breaking. His tone is so… casual. Almost flippant. Anger flares in your chest for a second and then-

“Uh… in, like, two weeks,” you respond.

“Oh,” he says again.

And with your voice barely above a whisper, you say, “I should’ve told you sooner.”

“Yeah.” He looks down at his feet, shifting uncomfortably.

Now you wanna look away? Look at me. Say something. Anything. Please.

“Well, okay. I’ll see you around.” You get up to leave before the tears start flowing, but your vision is already blurred. “Thanks for the clothes,” You manage to mutter. 

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…

When you reach the doorknob, Chan stops you.

“Hey. Let me drive you home.” He can’t even look at you, not really. Even now, his eyes are cast towards the hand that delicately clasps your elbow. Nothing forceful, just enough to keep your attention. “It’s raining really hard,” he continues.

“I don’t think I could handle that.” You say, voice breaking entirely.

“Can I give you my umbrella then?” He pleads. 

“Uh, sure,” you say meekly. Chan retreats to his room and returns with a black umbrella. 

“Here.” 

You’re fully crying now, desperate for air, unable to take a full breath. 

“Thank you. For everything.” You say between gasps. You reach to take the umbrella, but are interrupted by Chan pulling you into a hug instead.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” he says, the end of his sentence catching in his throat. He holds you tighter than he ever has before. “I’m so proud of you.”  He leans back a bit to look at you, and wipes the tears off of your face with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re gonna be amazing.”

Maybe it’s his messy, curly hair- or the pinkish tinge to his beautiful nose, or the overwhelming feeling of him touching your face- it’s too much. Too much to keep those simmering emotions at bay. And you want to touch him, transfer the heat from your body to his, let him know how much he means to you in ways that words just can't- and it’s painful. He’s still cradling your face in his hands. You silently beg him to let go- let you go.

“I love you.” That’s not enough. “I love you so much.” The confession escapes you in a squeak, broken sobs ripping through your chest.

“I love you too. Shh… it’s okay. It’s okay.” Another hug. This one is impossibly tight, like you could disappear at any moment and Chan is the only thing tethering you to the earth. 

“No, you don’t get it. I love you more than anything Chan.” Then you kiss him, because the words don’t hold enough weight. You need him to understand- to feel your desperation and unspoken devotion.

It’s a gentle peck at first, so soft it could’ve been imagined. It’s timid and cautious, but it’s real. The fire it ignites in you only makes you want more. You don’t even look to see Chan’s reaction before you crash into his lips again, then again, and again- deepening the kiss and letting yourself indulge in the sensation. Toothy, clamoring, and unorganized. Feverish fervor that leaves your fingertips buzzing. 

When you finally come up for air, meeting Chan’s watery eyes, your heart breaks all over again. How much time have you wasted? How many memories had you opted out of in fear? Fear of rejection? Fear of losing your best friend? Fear of being undeserving of a love so all consuming and white-hot? It’s soul crushing. 

Chan speaks, voice slightly hoarse. “Two weeks?” It’s a question.

“Yeah. I leave in two weeks,” you say. Chan nods to himself, places the umbrella he’s been holding against the wall, and takes your hands in his.

“Any stretch of time spent loving you is time well-spent. No apologies. No “what-ifs”. No regrets. If this is how I come to love you-”

“But I should’ve-” you start.

“It’s worth it.”

He tucks you into bed that night, the rain and his warm embrace lulling you to sleep, and for a bit- in that space of limbo right before your body succumbs to slumber- you agree with Chan. 

If this is how the chips fell, it was worth it. The years of confessions held at the tip of your tongue, the myriad of stolen glances, your quiet love- It was all worth it. 

You don’t know what awaits you in the morning. All you know is that you love Chan and he loves you. For now, that’s enough. 

[taintandviolent]

"Want to see what we can get away with before they come looking for us?" Prompt + Kit or Tate <33

Aaaah thank you anon!! I chose Kit, just cos it’s been a minute and I love me some asylum settings. Sorry this got a little long, it’s below the cut!!! Asdffghkkhajshshsk.

“Want to see what we can get away with before they come looking for us?” You leaned over the checker board, biting down on your plush bottom lip.

His dark brown eyes bored into yours, trying to find the joke. You stared back, assuring him silently that there was no joke, no teasing to be found in your suggestion. The asylum had an influx of new patients, the sisters had been busy with intake and you saw it as the perfect opportunity to have a little fun with Kit Walker.

You two had been flirting, on and off, for the past couple weeks but it was all playful. At least, he’d convinced himself it was. He hadn’t made any serious moves, just teased you here and there. The teasing drove him crazy, those few moments of intimacy in a world of frigid celibacy and isolation. Every night, he’d spend the first half hour after final checks fondling himself, beating off under the white cotton sheets. How could he not? He was a man after all, and you were… such a woman.

His gaze drifted slowly down the front of your gown, which was regrettably baggier than he’d like it to be. Of course, a lady has to keep her modesty, but there was something about the way that the standard issue gown hugged all the right parts of your body; your hips, your ample breasts, he wanted to know what was underneath. He’d wanted to know what was underneath it for weeks. It drove him crazy, if he was being honest.

Last week in the rec room, you’d intentionally grazed your hand over his dick and immediately made him hard No more playin’ it cool with that one, he’d thought. He had to sit at the one of the tables, tucking his groin as far underneath it as he could until the blood flow redirected back to his brain.

“What’s all this fah’?” He leaned to the side, sneaking a peek out the door as a sister pushed her way through it. The hallway she approached was desolate, much like the moral of this place. He repositioned himself, looking back at your pretty face, still plastered with that same mischievous expression you’d had when he looked away. “It ain’t nice to play with someone’s feelins’, sugah.”

“Feelings?” You echoed. You withheld a dreamy sigh, his heavy accent always went straight to your cunt.

Kit swallowed and leaned forward. “ Sweethaht, ‘ahm serious.” All this sternness was coming from a place of nervousness, because he knew that if got a taste of you, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Aside from the brief moments with you, it had been weeks or months since he’d had any physical touch from a woman. But true intimacy? It had been too long.

His knees hit the underside of the table abruptly, his eyes widening. The tip of your shoe pressed into his groin, lifting upward slowly. A whimper tumbled out of your open mouth as you felt the weight of his flaccid cock.

“Shit,” he hissed, leaning his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. After a moment of the sensation, he straightened up and looked into your naughty gaze. “Sugah, please…”

“Please what, keep going? You want to do all this right here, in front of everyone?” You could tell, he was trying so hard to keep it together, to keep his cock from hardening, but as the seconds passed, you could also tell that he was failing. The trousers the men got were everything but forgiving. The slightest increase in length was easily spotted, and usually violently chastised by every Sister in the vicinity. Thankfully for Kit, there wasn’t a Sister to be found.

You pressed your foot harder against the rigidity once more before releasing the pressure and scooting the wooden chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. “C’mon. Let’s see what we can do before one of those stuffy old broads notices we’re gone.”

You didn’t wait for Kit’s response to start walking towards the door, with the casual air of one of the Sisters; you, like them, had an assignment to do, and walking out the door was the most normal thing in the world. Before you’d even reached the doors, Kit was behind you, pressing his groin into your backside.

“Whatta’ lil’ devil you are.” He said, planting his hand on the door above your head and giving it a firm push. It swung open, and you immediately headed towards a storage closet you’d seen last week. It was in the bakery, which would also be empty at this time. Lunch had finished, and the prep for dinner wouldn’t start for another few hours.

At the speed in which you both ran, it didn’t take long for you two to reach said closet. Kit opened it, and you slipped in, immediately spinning to face him. Your back was pressed against the half-empty shelves, and it smelled faintly of yeasty dough and flour.

“You sure ‘bout this?”

You took fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him in closer to you. Neither of you said anything, just exchanged heated glances of each other’s lips and eyes. Kit was the one to press his lips against yours first, but you melted into the kiss, sliding your hands on either side of his neck, and tangling your fingers behind it.

He moaned into your mouth, bringing the taste of himself deeper into your mouth, and you reciprocated that moan, giving him more of yourself. The thrill of being caught heightened both of your arousals.

Hurriedly, knowing that the moment could be snatched away in the blink of an eye, he dropped his hands to your tummy, ghosting over the soft flesh. You whimpered, breaking the kiss to watch. It didn’t take long for his thick fingers to find your cunt, where he immediately began thumbing your clit gently. Circling it, dipping down to pick up some of your wetness like an artist dipping his brush in paint before smearing it over the canvas.

You felt his hard-on through the thin fabric, poking into your tummy, and without another word, you reached in, wrapping your digits around the head. You squeezed it, urging more of the pre-cum out and Kit whined pitifully, delving two, thick fingers into your wet slit. As an attempt to stay quiet, your rolled your lips inward and bit down, moaning softly into them as you pumped his cock in and out of your hand, committing every ridge to memory. His skin was velvet soft and hot to the touch, and you desperately wanted to know what it felt like slipping past your lips.

Kit bucked his hips into your fist, demanding speed. You squeezed tighter, and he crushed his lips against yours, muttering words of praise into your waiting, open mouth. He bucked harder, and you felt the thick, sticky ropes of cum flowing over your finger tips. The sensation of that alone sent you over the edge, and you clenched around his fingers, hugging them tight in pulses.

“Sister Anna!”

With a second to spare, you thought. Kit clamped his hand over your mouth, watching as the light disappeared and reappeared from the crack in the door.

“We’re missing two patients. Sister Jude said that she was alerted, we’d better go find them. I’ll check their rooms.”

The voices faded along with the delicate wisp of their steps. Kit immediately moved his hand to the side of your face, cupping your cheek gently. He kissed you again, but not with the fiery passion that had been there before. There was an urgency, a worry.

“C’mon sugah, if they’re headin’ to the rooms, we’ll be back in the rec room before they get there.”

And, you were. You both separated, tucking yourselves into opposite corners. and pretending like you’d been there the entire time. You stared longingly out the window, watching the rain as it fell. Kit was leaning next to the jukebox, picking absentmindedly at his cuticles. The rest of the patients were none the wiser… except Lana. But she wouldn’t tell.

[ivyuns]

one word - heeseung

genre: angst/fluff

word count: 4.0k 

warnings: first half does not make sense, heeseung being a drug addict and alcoholic, underage drinking, reader feeling self esteem bc of heeseung, gaslighting, lovers to exes to lovers trope, heeseung + reader being sad, reader almost having an anxiety attack, bruises, heeseung changing his habits, break ups, reader’s nephew being the best, language, grammar mistakes, lmk what else i missed!

synopsis: heeseung and you stopped talking for two years over something he told you that made you want to disappear. these years, you’ve been trying to heal yourself from him. and when you’re done healing, he finally comes talking to you, apologizing for all the things he’s done.

notes: wished my ex did this tbh 😥

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the day has came, where you knew you two would break up. you knew it was coming up. the constant drinking problems, drug addiction, and gaslighting, this had to end. 

coming home late at night, the house reeked with different smells. you smelt the cigars left on the balcony, the alcohol from the kitchen, and some other disgusting smell.

“heeseung?” you called out. the moment he heard you, a struggled onto his feet and walked out of your shared room. “hi y/n” he said, drunk. he smelt like drugs and alcohol and you hated how you had to drench yourself in perfume to get rid of the smell for work and school.

“i’m leaving heeseung.”

“leaving for what babe” he giggled, almost placing kisses onto your neck til you stopped him. “i cant be do this heeseung. either you stop this or im leaving and i’m pretty sure you’ll choose whatever this crazy stuff you love to do over me, so we’re done heeseung.”

you were about to go up to your room until he grabbed your wrists. “damn right i choose drugs over you dumb bitch. waste of life honestly. just go and disappear while you’re at it. everyone hates you.” he spit at you.

you already had a bad day of work from the constant yelling from your boss and you had the courage to have a talk with heeseung with your cousin. the gaslighting he has done to you has never went this far until today.

so, you slapped him. “shut up heeseung! i was the only one who was willing to stay with your drug addict ass! the one who defended you. when you’re sober, which is never, talk to me and see how broken you’ll be when i’m gone.”

tears fell as you aggressively packed your belongings. pictures of you and heeseung on your walls to be reminded how strong your love was with him. how both of you were so loved.

when you gave heeseung that slap, he woke up, kinda. he didn’t know a harsh slap would realize what he had done to the love of his life.

he saw how your lips trembled in fear, he saw how you were trying to hold your tears, he saw how brave you were to talk to his stubborn ass. he saw how he broke the most precious girl.

2 years down the drain. he thought.

it took in action when he saw you struggling with a specific subject ar the schools library and he happened to be sitting next to you. you two eventually exchanged numbers. then heeseung began growing feelings for you and you did too.

after awhile, you two moved in with each other, so happy and madly in love. but things changed when you had to start working more to help you and heeseung out.

12+ hours and working two jobs and school, heeseung felt he was left in the dust. he told you that he’ll be the one helping more while you just relax and do school but you refused. an argument broke out because of this which resulted you leaving the apartment and heeseung left at home, stressed the fuck out.

he didnr wanr you to overwork yourself. he told you specifically you both will go half and half.

everything started going downhill when you found heeseungs piled up of drugs and alcohol in his closet. yet another fight broke out.

“maybe if weren’t being such a fucking brat and listened to me in the first place, i wouldn’t have done this!” he yelled. tears streaming down your face but like did heeseung care at all?

“i just want the best for us heeseung.”

4 months of this, you were out of that house you once called home. you blocked all contact from heeseung and moved back home to australia with your sister, who had supported you from this end.

you left heeseung the promise ring he gifted you on your birthday and no money for him to pay your side of rent. it was just him, and his little friends.

heeseung stayed inside most of the day. he reeked the smell of weed and he hated it. he now hates it.

he hates how you left him. he hates how he was the main reason of this. the night you left he ran to find his phone but to find it dead. he can’t even find his charger for goodness sake. he looked around the room and that’s when he broke down. “i cant live without you. come back to me please.”

another 3 years passed. you’re now 23 and finished your college years in australia.

honestly, you were so grateful to have your sister next to you. when you landed and went to her house, you immediately broke down. you lost all your confidence and felt lost in life. the words heeseung told you kept replaying in your mind and it drastically told you that you’ll never be enough for someone again.

but with your sister and her little growing family of hers, you’ve learned and healed from the past. as days of the crying to sleep alone, your nephew always came into your room late at night, hearing your muffled sobs next door. he always climbed into bed with you and brought you a smile. the morning of these kinds of nights, you always apologized to your sister for accidentally waking up her son.

when you went three years without heeseung, you always wondered how he’s been. is he still addicted to drugs? is he still drinking? is he happier without me? all these is questions. what if one day you’ll just see him walking by?

which is why you’re now back in korea. not to see heeseung, but ready to be fearless of a country you were scared of because of him.

your last secret handshake you did with your nephew brought him to tears. “i don’t want you to go! i don’t want you to be sad again. stay here with me and be happy please” he frowned. as much as you did want to stay, you had a big job opportunity there. it was either go big or go home.

your sister had told you if nothing works out there, you are always welcome back. you thank everyone and left, sending your nephew flying kisses until you couldn’t see them anymore.

when you arrived, you greet your mom who happily let you live with her. you left your stuff down and got

ready to see the brighter days in korea.

stepping out of the house, uou felt nostalgia. you remembered when you first started dating heeseung, he would always surprise you in the morning with your favorite cup of hot chocolate and walk with you to school.  

you ignored the feelings and went to the cafe your friend asked you to come hang out. entering, you wave at your friend but pointed to the front counter, indicating that you’re gonna order your drink first.

turning to face the worker behind the counter, your face fell. heeseung.

“y-y/n..” he spoke out. you felt everything suddenly come down and your lips started to tremble. eyes staring anywhere but him. “she’ll get the matcha latte. thank you” your friend butts in to save you and grabs your hand to walk to the table and comforting you.

“im so sorry my love i didn’t know he worked here” your friend said sadly. from heeseungs point of view from the beginning, he was flabbergasted. he didn’t know where you went after the breakup.

you weren’t registered in your college anymore and your mom didn’t tell him about your whereabouts. he lived in the house he once called home with you, lonely. he quit his addiction for drugs and alcohol, hoping you’ll come back home. even if it was just to pick up something, he just wanted to see you one last time.

he was so lost and broken. but a certain call snapped him out of it. the call was specifically from his brother who noticed so many changes when you left.

you actually told his brother everything heeseung had done. including the drugs. he was furious at his own brother but he also understood why you wanted to leave him. “god heeseung what am i going to do with you”

as heeseung walked to your table with your drink and a free pastry, you nervously held your friends hands. you thought you were over him. you didn’t fear him anymore. but you still had a little love for him. and heeseung knew.

he saw how shaky you were when he interrupted your conversation. “enjoy, and the pastry is on the house” he smiled and left.

when get got to the back when he was secluded, he broke down. he fucked up and he wished he could just time travel back.

he made the girl who showed light into his world fear him. he didn’t mean for it to come out like this. he wished he could just bring you into his arms, telling you it’ll be okay.

when you left, heeseung made sure he was going to sober up. he finally cleaned himself up and the house, waiting for you to come back. he changed, for you. but you never came back.

but he got the news when he were coming back home from a mutual friend who also worked at the same cafe with him. he was so relieved that you’re coming back. he knows not back into his arms, but knows you’ll be back.

“heeseung!”

hé suddenly stood up and ran to the front, wiping his tears. there stood a $20 bill as his tip and a note on the table.

“thank you, heeseung :)” he knew it was you. he knew your handwritting more than anyone else. he smiled and gratefully accepted the tip, even though you’re long gone.

the second interaction you had with him was when you were in a rush to get to your work building. what’s worst is that you were running late on your first day.

you lived a few minutes away from the building but the night before of crying your heart out just for heeseung wasnt helping at all. your eyes were still red and puffy.

running in the city of seoul, you accidentally bumped into someone and twisted your ankle from falling, and the coffee that spilled in your blouse. “fuck.” you muttered. you looked up and saw heeseung quickly getting up and helping you. “fuck y/n i’m so sorry. are you okay? can you walk?” he held his hand out for you. you grabbed his hand and winced as weight was added to the ankle that was sprained.

“god im so sorry y/n, i-“ “sorry, i have to get to work” you cut him off and ran off. heeseung sighed and walked home disappointed.

he really wanted to be clear with you and apologize for what he’s done in the past. he walked into the house and still saw some of your stuff just laying in parts of the house.

your scrunchie still laid on his desk, your polaroid was still on the fridge. like you were still here. for 3 years and he’s still hung up on you.

but as you ran inside the building, you quickly fixed yourself and walked to greet your new co workers, ignoring the fact that your have spilled coffee on you and a bruise forming on your ankle.

“y/n l/n?”

you turned around and saw the brightest smile back from high school. “sunghoon?” you ran to him and gave him the biggest hug ever. “oh my gosh y/n what happened!” he exclaimed. “don’t worry hoon, just a rough start today” you laughed it off.

sunghoon got the first aid kit he always carried with him and applied ointment on your bruise and bandaged it up and gave you his blazer to cover the stain on your shirt. “thank you hoon” you hugged him.

since the first day of work, you felt so happy seeing your old friend everyday. you two became closer again. you told him about heeseung and how you finished your education in australia. when you mentioned australia, he mentioned jake had moved there too recently for his education as well. making sure to plan a trip there to visit him.

the night of catching up with laughter and smiles, sunghoon walked you home since it was night. heeseung was closing the cafe so as he left, he saw you and sunghoon not too far away from him. he felt sick to his stomach. he didn’t know you knew sunghoon at all. but here you are, all close to him.

he felt lost and confused. as he got home, he went to the fridge and grabbed a beer from the back of the fridge, popping it open and chugging it. “i need you, y/n.”

when sunghoon dropped you off, you thanked him and told him to be safe on the way back home, even if he lived a couple floors down from you in the apartment complex. you turned around and saw your mom standing in the middle of the hall.

“mom!” you screamed, like it was a horror movie. “mom oh my god what are you doing awake?” you asked. your mom suddenly giggles. “ooh is my daughter finally falling in love? with my best friends son” she teases. you laugh as well. “mom hes just a big brother to me okay? and he already knows. plus you know about me and heeseung” you whispered the last part, almost tearing up. “it’s okay my child, i understand. by the way, clean out your stuff okay hon? you’ve stored too much of you stuff here like i don’t have my own room here!” she laughed. you nodded and gave her a goodnight.

opening your bedroom door, god she was not kidding at all. you began cleaning out your closet then the extra room that was for your other stuff. you didn’t even care what it was, if you didn’t need it, you just threw it out.

the sun was rising and you were still cleaning, but you were almost there! thank goodness there was no work or else you would’ve been dead. you put the pile of clothes to give away in front of your door and another pile of trash next to it, noting to take it out when you wake up.

you were about to fall asleep until you got notifications.

heeseung lee @heeseungz has followed you.

@heeseungz wants to send you a message.

— i miss you so crazy bad y/n.

then suddenly, memories with him clouded your mind. it’s been 3 years and you’re still not over him. it’s so stupid how he said things to you, hitting your insecurities and then still being in love with him. ‘you’re so stupid y/n’

back in australia, you kept reminding yourself you didn’t need heeseung. you were fully healed from him, but every blind date your sister put you on, it didn’t feel the same. like there was no other person than heeseung. nobody could be like him. so you told your sister to just stop wasting her time in which she understood.

you would walk to school and see all these cafes and cute areas that heeseung would take you back home. everything just reminded you of him and you would always come back home crying in bed.

his words replayed in the back of your mind, which sent triggering messages. you swore you would find new love, but your heart still beats for him only. you still loved him.

overthinking took your mind, so now it was 8 in the morning and you haven’t slept. sunghoon had sent you a message but you didn’t bother to check it. you laid in bed, sad and lonely, and wanting to feel the warmth from heeseung again.

you closed your eyes and you felt you slept for a few minutes, but really was 4 hours. you woke up and heard your mom and sunghoon talking.

“hoon-ah, she always wakes up crying and i just feel awful i cant do anything. i’m not sure if her relationship with heeseung really hurt her or australia impacted her.” sunghoon could only sigh. he shouldn’t told her your business about heeseung and you, but she’s your mother for goodness sake.

he didn’t want to keep this going on and continuing to hurt you even more, so he did the right thing and told her everything.

she didn’t understand why you suddenly dropped your stuff at her place and moved to australia. she didn’t stop you, as long as you were happy, she’s happy. but now she knows. and it’s all because of lee fucking heeseung.

he was the one who hurt her precious daughter. she didn’t know how to react now that he’s been dropping off food for you whenever you’re out, to make sure you’re well fed. now everything is finally connecting.

you slept for another good hour and finally woke up at 1 pm. you stumbled on your feet and went to your bathroom to freshen up. you didn’t expect to see the trash bags gone and you asked your mom what happened to it. “sunghoon came over this morning to make us breakfast but you were still asleep. then he offered to take the bags to trash” you hummed. you were about to go back to your room until your mom stopped you.

“y/n, why didn’t you tell me about heeseung?”

that’s it. this is when you have to explain everything. you knew this was going to happen. you sat her down on the couch and talked to her, something the two of you haven’t done in a while since you began working so much. the day ended with tears and laughter.

you told her you still loved him even with the words he said to you. she was against you going back to him, but she wants you to be happy again. she doesn’t want to hear her daughter crying every morning thinking about the guy who broke her.

another day off, you took a morning walk with your headphones in. you saw heeseung in the distance, looking at the sun rise. it was so beautiful he thought. he thought he could just do his daily morning jogs to get you off his mind but it never worked.

“the view is pretty, isn’t it?” you striked the conversation. heeseung turns himself to you and smiled. “good morning y/n.” “morning hee” he swore his heart clenched when he heard you say his favorite nickname. “so, how are you?”

from that point, you and heeseung were finally in good terms. you told him your life in australia and school and how you reunited with sunghoon at work.

“y/n, i just wanted to say. i’m sorry what happened years ago. it still doesn’t sit right with me that i didn’t chase you after you left that night. and if something was to happen to you that night, i wouldn’t had forgave myself. and i still don’t to this day.” he paused and held your hands. “what i’m saying is, i’m willing to start again. as friends. i’ve changed for you y/n. im willing to try again”

it was silence for a bit until he heard your sobs. he panicked and wiped your tears. “y/n-“ “heeseung” you frowned. “i’ve waited three years for this” both of you let out a chuckle. “god i’m still in love with you”

since then, you two were coming close again. and he was right. he quit his addiction and changed for you. you slowly let your parents and sunghoon get more comfortable  with having heeseung around. they felt relieved that you were smiling all over again, but still kept a close eye on heeseung.

your sister was happy about the news. however your nephew wasn’t. “noona! you promised me you wouldn’t be with that bad guy again!” and “noona i will go there and beat the bad guy up if he hurts you again!”

every morning, you’ll wake up next to heeseung and he’ll walk you to work. the days you didn’t have work but he did, he made sure to leave loving notes around your room since it was early in the morning and you needed your rest.

days when both of you were off, days were spent in your used-to-be house with heeseung. slow dancing in the dim lighting will light chill music playing and the busy streets underneath you two. you two shared your first kiss after years and smiled. “i love you so fucking much, damn it!” heeseung cursed.

“watch your language, hee” you giggled. “be mine? again?” he asked. “as if we weren’t already dating these past months, hee.” you kissed him. “i love you.”

you and heeseung were back together and decided to find a place together, again. the apartment you had with him was so amazing with the loving view, but it was a new start. you wanted to be closer to work and to your parents and sunghoons apartment complex.

you found the perfect one with spacious living and was a walking distance to everywhere. the view was spectacular and now that you and heeseung had everything settled, it won’t be like the same from before. you two planned things perfectly and heeseung swore on his life he will never do drugs again and only drink lightly. and if he broke those promises, he told you you can leave him once again and make sure he doesn’t come into your life again.

“heeseung stop being silly right now, we’re healthy right now” you laughed. “i know, but i’m just saying. i don’t want to lose you again y/n” he hugged you from behind, looking at the river view through the tall windows. “thank you for everything, hee”

your little session together was interrupted when a doorbell rang. you opened it and saw all of heeseungs friends, including jake who just finished a semester of college and sunghoon. “hyung!” you heard one of them say.

to be honest, you only knew jay, sunghoon, and jake since you all went to school together. but heeseung eventually introduced sunoo, jungwon, and niki to you, who are still in their first year of college.

later your parents came over to the new unit and heeseungs parents greeting you with love. “welcome back our lovely y/n!”

then your favorite little nephew came to visit you, as well as your sister and her husband. “noona!” he ran to you. you gave him a big hug and smooched him all over his face. “n/n! i missed you so much! how’s school” “it’s good! i learned so much already. but you teach me more things that are better than at school noona”

heeseung came next to you. “is this the little man you always talk about love?” your nephew gasped. “noona is this the bad guy? but he looks so handsome and tall” you and heeseung giggled. “yes love this is the guy who hurt me” heeseung carried your nephew. “woah you’re so handsome though” he was so fascinated that he started to play with heeseungs cheeks. you took a picture of this moment, smiling in this moment.

you two were so much happier now. all it took was one word. you knew you made the final choice on staying with him, once again.

END.

(2022) © dont repost or copy | @ivyuns

[stunnabrat]

One Sided Love

I don’t know where it went wrong at first we were inseparable and crazy for each other, never wanting to be apart. But now it seemed like all Jack wanted to do is be away from me.

I was at me and Jacks shared apartment watching my favorite show, when I got a call from Urban. Before I got the chance to speak Urban said “y/n can you tell Jack to come down to the studio so he can make some changes for the song?” I was confused because earlier Jack had told me he would be spending the day at the studio. “ What do you mean he said he would be at the studio all day?” Urban replied just as confused as me “ No he said he would be with you but I have his location I can see where he is.” I quickly asked before he hung up “ Ok uh could you tell me his location too please?”

“Yea sure” he replied. A couple minutes later I got a text from Urban with Jacks location at a strip club not too far from our apartment. I could feel my heart drop a little knowing that this wasn’t the first time he had done this, maybe I was stupid for believing him when he promised he would stop. But the thing that hurt the most was that he had to go somewhere else and find someone to entertain him when he had me at home who was missing him.

I walked to our shared bedroom while tears fell out of my eyes. All I could do was wait for him to come home and do what I’ve felt like what was the right thing to do months ago when I didn’t feel the mutual love anymore.

Two hours later I hear the front door open, I quickly get up but before I could get out of the room my heart stops as I hear a girls laughter combined with Jacks. I freeze for a little hearing them laugh together like me and him used to. Filled with anger and heartbreak I walk out of the room to where Jack and the girl is.

“So this is what we’re doing now, lying to each other and bring girls to our home?” I see Jacks face drop. “Babe-“ All the rage i’m feeling comes out into one sentence “ DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I CRIED BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU’RE DOING?” I took a deep breath before lowering my voice “ You promised me you wouldn’t do this anymore. And it’s not even just about that I haven’t felt loved by you for over 5 months, I mean what did I do for you not to love me anymore?”

It was silence for a couple seconds before I heard an annoying voice “ Hey girl i’m sorry I didn’t kn-“ Before she could finish her sentence I shut her up “ You know damm well he had a girlfriend our relationship isn’t a secret so get the fuck out of my house before I drag you out.” She quickly goes to the door and leaves, leaving me and Jack alone.

All I could do while waiting for him to speak was look at him thinking about how much love I have for him, wondering what I did for him not to feel the same way for me. He finally speaks while looking at the ground “ I’m really sorry baby I don’t know why I brought her here” I can feel my self getting angry again “ That’s all your sorry for? Really? You can’t even fucking look at me while your talking” He looks up at me and speaks again “Not just that. I'm sorry about everything, about how I made you feel, about all the promises I broke. I’m so fucking sorry baby.” He says as he walks to the couch and sits down with his head in his hands. I start crying wishing that we can just fix this, but I know we can’t, it’s not like all the other things we’ve been through.

I walk over to sit next to him “ We should just end it now before I break my own heart even more. I know you don’t love me anymore, you don’t want to be with me.” He looks up at me, a part of me wishes that he would just tell me that he does love me and he wants to be with me but if he did say that I knew he’d be lying.

“ I’m sorry I don’t know why I stopped, you’re the most perfect woman a man could ask for but you’re not for me you deserve someone better.” My heart broke a little more, not because he said it, I knew it already but hearing it from him hurt even more.

I nod accepting it was truly over between us.

6 MONTHS LATER

“Y/N YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE HURRY!” Maddy my best friend screamed behind the door where I was getting ready. “IM ALMOST DONE” I yelled back while putting on my gold hoops. Today I had an interview where I had to talk about my new album, to say I was nervous was an understatement. I released my album 2 weeks ago where I dumped all my feelings into music, after my breakup with jack the best thing I could do was sing out all the pain I was feeling.

Walking out of the room I grabbed my purse and my phone telling Maddy I was ready to go. When we arrived at the place I could feel my hands sweating and my heart beating. Maddy noticed and tried to calm me down “ Y/n relax you’re gonna kill this shit I know you will.” I smiled and hugged her before getting out the car.

I was sitting across from the interviewer talking about the album when one question made me even more nervous. “ So there’s this song on your album called One Sided Love and it’s more emotional and really more heartbreaking than all the other ones on the album , can you share what influenced that song?” I took a deep breath before responding “ Yea sure the song was inspired by what my last relationship was that it was just me who was putting effort in the relationship, how many promises were broken and how many lies were told and believed. It’s just basically a relationship where I was the one in love and hurt by someone who didn’t feel the same. Feeling like it was my fault for it not working out, but I chose me and i’m happy I did because this is the best i’ve ever been.” The interviewer looked at me with saddened eyes “ Oh honey i’m so sorry no one should ever feel that way. But i’m glad you chose yourself in that situation and you’re the best you’ve ever been.” I looked at her saying “ Yea I hope no one ever feels like that, it’s truly the worst feeling i’ve ever felt. And thank you I’m glad I chose myself too.”

Jack could feel his heart breaking knowing he had cause you all that pain. He looks away from his phone screen over to Emily feeling somewhat guilty knowing he didn’t love her and he would make her feel the same way you felt. He had only began dating her to get over you, he thought he didn’t love you anymore but he did. He planned on breaking up with her so he could be with you again but what he didn’t know is that this time it would be him getting his heart broken.

I walk up to my apartment door ready to get some sleep when i’m stopped by someone standing in front of it. “Jack? what are you doing here?” He turns around and looks at me stunned of how different I looked. My hair had grown longer, my skin was glowing, I had lost some weight since i’ve been working out and I didn’t look tired. “ Uh Y/n hey I was hoping we could talk” I look at him confused but I let him in to hear what he has to say.

“ So what did you wanna talk about Jack?” He looks at me for a while before speaking “ I’m just gonna say it Y/n I miss you so fucking much everyday I regret everything I did-“ I cut him off before he could speak anymore “ Wait wait wait that’s what you came to tell me because it’s not gonna happen okay? We’re not getting back together, i’m done with you Jack.” I can see Jacks face dropping, he’s quiet before he speaks. “ Please Y/n please just give me another chance I won’t fuck this up I love you please.”

Now it’s me that’s quiet I didn’t think he would ever show up at my home begging me to take him back but I know if I do take him back it would ruin me all over again. “ I’m sorry jack but no, now please get out of my apartment.”

This is my first fic I hope you enjoyed💕✨

[byunbhyunz]

Yuta - “I said two, not twenty-two.”

Pairing: Yuta/Reader

Genre: fluff, bestfriend!Yuta

Word count: 903

Prompt: “I said two, not twenty-two.”

The sun has set hours ago. The light coming from your lamp painted weird patterns of shadows on the walls of the room. Your phone said it was nearing midnight, and you felt like you will tear your hair out by the end of the week.

Finals were coming up, starting on Monday, and you have to get everything in your head, but the only thing that seeped into your mind was craziness, not the curriculum. You studied throughout the school year too, but as the finals were coming up, formulas and historical dates simply slipped out of your head. It was ridiculous. You felt ridiculous. It never happened before, you always knew everything you learned once, but now, as you started to go over them, all of it were gone. Your mind was a blank page. Clean as a new shirt.

The only thing you could think of was calling your best friend, complaining and nearly crying to him, asking what to do. He was silent for a moment, than sounding very determined, stated that you should have some snacks, because it always helps him, so it should help you too. Even offered to buy and bring them to you. You were skeptical, but didn’t say anything, only that he should bring you two chocolate bars at least.

It was after midnight, when Yuta got to your house. He sent you a text, that he was at the front door, not wanting to ring the bell, because your parents were probably sleeping. They never minded Yuta coming over in the middle of the night, so you figured it wouldn’t be a problem tonight either.

As you opened the door, you tiredly looked at his smile, which he liked to refer to as a ‘healing smile’, then your eyes instantly went to the plastic bag in his hand. There were two bags actually, both of them full of chocolates, candies, even some drinks. What was more fascinating, that all of them were pink.

“Aren’t you gonna let me in?” He asked, smile not wavering one bit.

You stepped back. Mind running a thousand miles an hour, you tried to collect your thoughts to finally say something, but you were stunned.

Yuta hated pink food and snacks. He liked pink clothes, even owned a few shirts and sweaters in lighter shades, but when it came to food, he always said that the ones in pink wrappings were too sweet for him, therefore he avoided them like the plague. And yet, here he was, with a bunch of pink snacks, because you liked them.

After taking his shoes off, he went straight to your room, his steps comfortable and quiet, as he has been there many times before.

He gave a disgusted look to the books and notes on your desk, then turned his attention on the bags, pouring all of the snacks out on your bed.

“Sometimes I forget how girly you actually are,” he murmured, but his tone wasn’t malicious at all. He sounded casual as if he was simply talking about the weather.

One hand pointing around the room, the gesture including the coral colored walls, the pink bed sheets and the pinkish decorations. You liked it, and believed that the bright colors were a good influence on your mood. Except for tonight, when your mind went blank right before the finals’ week.

“Maybe because I’m a girl, Yuta,” you replied finally.

He flopped down on your bed, picking out some chips which you never saw before. His healing smile turning to you.

“Thank God, I thought studying did temporal damages in your head, when you stayed quiet for so long. You didn’t even greet me!”

“Oh, shut up!” Rolling your eyes, you sit down next to him, eyeing the snacks. “Just how many chocolate bars did you buy? I said two, not twenty-two.”

“Y/N, you almost cried when you called me. I figured only two won’t do the work.”

He munched on the chips, a sweet scent filling your nose. He frowned down at the pink bag, but kept eating anyway. The chocolate he brought was milky and strawberry flavored, one of your favorites. You could eat it for the rest of your life, and die happy.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked after you finished your third chocolate bar, and started to eat the chips he opened up earlier. It was weird to taste sweet and salty on chips, but you liked it.

“Definitely.”

You lay down on the bed, head resting on his legs, not minding anything in the world anymore. Thoughts about the finals ran far away. Humming in content, you read the label on the chips, but fail big time. It was in Japanese.

“When did you get this?” You inspected the bag further.

“Mom sent it last month.”

“But you don’t like pink food,” you said, offering him a small smile.

“But you do. So I asked her to sent some and I put it away for emergencies.”

“Thank you, Yuta,” your voice sounded small.

“It’s nothing.” He ruffled your hair, his smile brighter than ever. Then he lay back and told you about his football practice from yesterday, and you told him about your own after school activities, joking here and there, forgetting about finals for a few hours, and feeling grateful that Yuta came to Seoul to study and becoming your best friend.

[darkmermaidao3]

Clarity Chapter Two (Bonten Sanzu)

Minors do not interact (18+ fic)

Warnings: Implied Gang Activity, Implied Violence, Attempted Murder, Guns, Blood.

Emails/text messages will be in blue italics!

“It’s starting to look like I’m going to have to buy you a sleeping bag.”

The woman’s head lolled up at the voice, her lavender pools filled with confusion, she’d been so engrossed in what she was reading that the only thing she’d registered was a familiar voice speaking.

“What?” she questioned, her voice expressing just how lost she was; the older woman rolled her eyes, not looking surprised whatsoever that she’d been off in her own little world.

“Falling asleep at your desk again, huh?” she guessed, sounding disapproving; she immediately shook her head, she hadn’t been asleep, just focused. “Geez, do you ever go home?”

“Yes.” She retorted easily; she’d gone home just four days ago to refill the automatic feeder in the kitchen for her cat and do some basic things around the house, she was on the cusp of something great and didn’t want to waste a second.

“Once a week doesn’t count.” The other argued, a stern look on her face. “You need more than two hours of sleep a night.”

“My thesis-” the twenty-three-year-old began.

“Will be here when you come back.” She interrupted, placing her hands on her hips. “It’s a holiday weekend, take the time to get some real sleep for once.”

“I will, I just need to finish editing what I have so far.” She explained, her voice on the same page as a child being scolded; she really didn’t want to lose the flow that she had going but she knew for a fact the woman in her doorway wouldn’t let her hear the end of it if she didn’t go home this weekend. “I literally have four pages to go.”

A heavy sigh came from the older woman, an exasperated expression on her face.

“Doctor Ikeda, I get that your research is important to you but taking care of yourself matters just as much.” The secretary reprimanded lightly; she nodded in understanding, she wasn’t running herself ragged or anything, she just couldn’t sleep with how much was racing around in her head and it’d drive her crazy if she didn’t do something with those thoughts. “You’re constantly on the move. If you’re not seeing patients then you’re hold up in here, when was the last time you went out and had fun?”

Yuki pondered over the question for a moment, the last time she’d been out had been…

‘Hm, was it for Akari’s birthday? Or Choyo’s?”

She was unsure exactly how long it’d been, either five or eight months but that was neither here nor there; she went out sometimes, her friends were aware of just how busy she was with work and her research. They were just as busy, all of them having just graduated university in the past year. Sometimes she wished that she was still there but not often, a person didn’t realize just how competitive people with high intelligence could be when it came to being top of the class until they were at each other’s throats like rabid dogs. Although she’d only cared about getting her medical degree, being on the receiving end of dirty looks had gotten old rather quickly, especially considering she’d been the youngest person in her first year at fifteen. She’d made some friends though, all of whom were the “normal” age for university, and they’d looked out for her during her years there since she’d been so young; she couldn’t count the number of times that Kaori had gotten defensive with those sorority girls.

“You can’t even answer that because all you do is work.”

“Midori-san.” She attempted, she instantly shut her mouth at the stern look from her secretary.

“You need a vacation.” Midori stated; her tone was just the same as her grandmother used to get with her when she was pushing herself too hard, Midori had four children so pulling out the “mom voice” was a piece of cake for her. “And not to do research, a real vacation. Go have fun for once.”

“But the clinic-” she argued weakly; she sealed her lips once again over the disapproving expression on the woman’s face, it was beginning to look like arguing wasn’t going to do her a bit of good.

“A week isn’t the end of the world.” The secretary spoke, her voice matter of fact. “All of us would be thrilled to see you take a vacation, you push yourself too hard Doctor Ikeda.”

The young woman bobbed her head lightly in understanding, her days off when the clinic was closed for the weekend were never actual days off, she always used them to research and work on her thesis so it would (hopefully) be finished by the time the next conference came about; as much as she didn’t care about what people thought, she really wanted to rub her success in Shimizu’s face, guy was a pompous jerk. Back to the more pressing matter, she couldn’t fathom closing the clinic down for a week just so she could take a vacation, her patients needed her, and her staff shouldn’t have to miss out on a week of pay so she could relax; that wasn’t right nor was it fair. She knew that voicing that to Midori right now wouldn’t do her a bit of good though because the woman was insisting that she take time for herself, and she hadn’t been the only one to do so over the last several weeks, apparently all of her staff were on the same page about how she did “too” much. The secretary begun hovering more often when she realized just how long she was staying after closing time, always pressing her to go home nowadays. Agreeing was the only thing she could do, and it would urge the woman to go home to her family rather than wait around for her to wrap things up, she nodded again.

“You’re right Midori-san, I’ll think about it.” She promised, her voice sincere; the woman pursed her lips, eyeing her with suspicion. “I’ll look through my planner and find a week that’s clear, can’t just drop everything and go on vacation.”

“You’d better, you’re only young once.” The secretary commented thoughtfully. “You need to enjoy these years, not work yourself half to death.”

Yuki nodded once again, silently hoping it would be enough to hold off the woman for the next few weeks until she (hopefully) finished her thesis and maybe once she had, she’d take a day or two off. The next four days would be odd enough since it was a holiday, the clinic was always closed on Saturday and Sunday but an extra two days was going to throw her off; she’d have to spend that time researching otherwise she’d drive herself mad. She always had so much going on, working at the clinic, occasionally getting calls from the hospital about referrals and she always wound up dropping everything to run over to meet her newest patient, her charity work at the orphanage close by; her research was the sole thing that was for her, as odd as it sounded, it relaxed her and was her version of a break. She could feel a breakthrough coming with it too, which was why she was so engrossed in it presently, she’d been working on this since her first year in university. Her grandmother had always been her motivation to accomplish great things and she deeply hoped that the woman was proud of her, wherever she was; the woman who raised her would most certainly be on the same page as her secretary though when it came to her lack of sleep, she could just imagine the scolding Gran would give her over it.

“Thank you, Midori-san, I’ll keep that in mind.” She assured, her voice earnest; the woman nodded in approval, seeming relieved that she’d finally “broken through to her”, she couldn’t be sure how many times the woman had complained about her stubbornness.

“Good, I’ll see you Wednesday and those circles under your eyes had better be gone.” She spoke, her tone adamant; the young doctor internally cringed, she’d have to make sure to start hiding those because it was doubtful that she’d get more than a few hours a night, just as it’d been for the last several months. 

“I’ll see you Wednesday, goodnight, Midori-san.”

“Goodnight, Doctor Ikeda.”

Her shoulders went slack when the door of her office shut as the woman exited, finally relaxing somewhat now that she was alone and turned her attention back to the slew of papers across her desk, rifling through them to figure out where she’d left off. She preferred having physical copies of everything as well as digital in the case that something should happen to cause her to lose either, having a backup plan was important and she wasn’t about to let eight years of research go up in smoke. She may have only had four pages to go with editing but that was only for her physical copies, she’d have to update the digital version as well which would take another two hours on top of finishing the papers on her desk. Her secretary would’ve killed her if she’d confessed to that part, not to mention everything else she’d left out. She still needed to go through her new patient files that the hospital had sent over, another two hours added to the two for editing, plus she needed to check on the progress of all those lab tests she’d put orders in for, and reply to all the emails she’d received over the past four days; she really needed to stop putting those off but emails were her least favorite thing to deal with.

‘Just get it over with.’

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, reluctantly gliding a single finger over the mousepad of her laptop to wake the computer, the screen swapping out from black and could’ve groaned aloud at the sight, those fifteen emails staring back at her. Her chest heaved with a heavy sigh, scrolling her way down the screen to the first and clicked on it, her lavender pools filled with boredom. Replying to other doctors was probably her least favorite thing to do and it was undoubtedly why she hated checking her email, she’d rather not talk to any of them unless it was to do referrals and the like. Every single one that she’d dealt with thus far were constantly looking for any reason to scrutinize her, people said age was just a number but that was a load of bull, she was forever on the receiving end of endless judgment because of how young she was. Shimizu was a different case even though he was only twenty-seven, his whole family were a bunch of doctors, so no one gave him crap. She couldn’t count the number of times he’d instigated heated discussions solely because he didn’t like her, he’d been the youngest doctor in Tokyo at twenty-three at the time and she’d stolen that title from him at nineteen, right after she graduated university, it was an absurd thing to hold a grudge over.

She’d flown through university faster than most, knocked all her courses out and did her internship at a clinic just like the one she herself had opened up two years ago. The older couple had met at university, both of whom were studying to became doctors and they became good friends, they opened a clinic together after a few years of working under various doctors, eventually falling in love and marrying. They were amazing people, great doctors that cared deeply about their patients and their clinic itself was to help the underprivileged, money had never been a motivator for them, it was all about helping people; she still to this day found that admirable. As much as the woman wished she could do the same for all her patients rather than a handful of pro-bono cases a year, she wasn’t nearly established enough nor financially secure to do so just yet, but she would be one day. Being able to go to the orphanage and check up on the kids was good enough for right now, they didn’t receive nearly enough funding to provide proper medical care for all the children, so she made a point to always make time for those trips, always dragging a bag of over the counter medicine in for the staff to keep in stock; her next trip there would be coming up next week so she’d need to get a head start.

Her finger just barely slid across the mouse pad, moving the curser and clicked on the send button, her reply for a patient referral being whisked away, her face filled with boredom while she clicked on the next email. She could’ve sighed in relief, it wasn’t anything that needed a reply, merely information about the next conference, the when and where, a reminder for everyone to reply to the upcoming email when it concerned attendance, she was sure that email was in her inbox too. She took a moment to pull her planner out, flipping through the pages and marking the day in question, making some short but thorough notes before snatching her phone off the desk, doing the same thing digitally, going as far as setting a reminder even though it was a good two months away. A single click of the mouse, hitting the yes button on the screen to RSVP to the conference, send, email whisked away into thin air. Another click, the sound of her typing filling the dead silence as she went on in great detail about what she would be covering during her panel/lecture, click send, whisked away. She’d only covered four out of fifteen emails and she was struggling to push through it, silently reminding herself that if she put it off then come Wednesday, she’d have an overabundance of them to reply to rather than the eleven she had left.

‘Ugh, why me?’

How she wished that Midori could reply to these tedious emails for her but unfortunately, they were out of her realm, she had to count herself lucky that the woman could reply to all the ones that came to the clinic’s emails, otherwise she would’ve ripped the hair from her head. Yuki knew she wouldn’t have been capable of running things smoothly without the secretary, she made her life so much easier by scheduling all her appointments, dealing with the clinic’s email, returning patient phone calls, dealing with insurance. She communicated everything the nurses, lab techs, phlebotomists, etcetera, needed to know day by day; she was blessed to have the staff that she did, all of them were amazing people. As wearisome as the emails were, it was the last thing she should’ve been complaining about and should’ve been the least stressful thing workload wise but her distaste for them put it at the top of the list, it was the only thing that she regularly procrastinated on. It would’ve been one thing if she didn’t have to reply to ninety percent of them, she would’ve been fine just reading through them but no, she had to deal with stupidity like-

‘Ugh, what does he want?’

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, an email from none other than Doctor Shimizu Makoto, she hadn’t spoken to the arrogant jerk since they’d gotten into it at the last conference four months ago so what was his issue now?

‘…what?’

Had she read that right?

Doctor Ikeda,

It’s been a while since we’ve last spoken, I hope you and your staff are doing well. I apologize for my attitude at the last conference, clinical hours at the hospital seem to put me in a bad headspace and I’d just recently had to give a young couple some unsettling news, so I was the furthest thing from lighthearted that day. I sincerely apologize and hope you can find it in you to forgive me for the way I spoke to you, it was unprofessional and unbecoming of our profession. If I’m being honest, a complex case was just handed off to me as the last four doctors and their teams were incapable of coming to conclusions about it, from reading through everything about it, it seems to be in your realm of expertise, and I’d love to collaborate with you on it, even a joint partnership if you’d be willing. Attached is a file with some basic information about what I’m working with, please read through it at your earliest convenience. I eagerly await your reply.

Sincerely,

Doctor Shimizu Makoto

Her lavender orbs were scanning the text meticulously, reading through the email a solid six times before she gathered herself enough to click on the attachment, her head cocking to the side as she looked over the information, strands of white slipping free from the claw-clip her hair was still partially pulled up with. The woman could feel her heart practically breaking the more she read, children always pulled at her heartstrings and this one was hardly three, she bit into her lip in thought. She may not have been able to stand Shimizu, but personal feelings couldn’t be mingled with work, especially with the field they were in, saving lives was what was most important, and she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t try to help this little boy. She could overlook her distaste for the man long enough to help a child, he may have been a jerk, but he was good at what he did, just as great of a doctor as any that were in regular attendance to the conferences in Tokyo.

‘Be the bigger person, that’s what Gran would say.’

Yuki nodded to herself absentmindedly, mentally preparing herself for what was surely going to wind up being a few weeks, if not months of constant migraines since she’d be dealing with the last person that she wanted to put up with on a daily basis moving forward. Regardless, she typed out a pleasant response, accepting his apology and agreeing to work on the case with him, requesting that he send over copies of all the information relevant to it when he had a spare moment. She truly hoped she wouldn’t regret agreeing to this as she pressed the send button, all but signing herself up for an impending nightmare. She rubbed her temples slowly, scooting her chair back away from her desk and moved to her feet, she needed some coffee to get through the next few hours after something like that; she’d definitely been blindsided. She slipped out of her office, making her way down the hall towards the employee breakroom, quiet ticks of the clock and her footsteps cutting through the silence. She pushed open the door with ease, flicking the light on and stopped before the coffee brewer, pressing a button to turn on the machine. Filter, coffee grounds, water, quiet drips while it took forever to brew.

‘We need a new one.’

She’d been wanting to invest in a new brewer for her staff for a while, maybe she’d even get an expresso machine, she could use a good latte every now and then. She stood up on her toes, grabbing the closest mug she could reach and went about filling it up when the coffee was finally finished after a long nine minutes, she’d take the whole pot back to her office if it would remain warm, but instead, she’d be stuck making multiple trips throughout the night. The woman stepped out of the breakroom, her head turning when she noticed the yellow hue in the direction of the front entrance and let out a grumble, the lights were left on.

‘She probably thought I’d be leaving right after her.’ 

The electric bill had been outrageous this year, between the freezing winter and burning hot summer, she couldn’t catch a break, air running full blast or heat turned up; she bowed her head, strands of white partially obscuring her face as she began trudging her way towards the lobby of the clinic. She took a sip of her coffee as she moved behind the desk, flicking the lamp off and circled around towards the switch for the overhead lights, maybe investing in solar power wasn’t such a bad idea, the startup would be expensive, but it could save money in the long run.

‘Lots of businesses are going-’

Her finger paused hardly two centimeters away from the switch, freezing in place, her eyes as wide as saucers at the sound of the door.

‘Oh no.’

Oh no was right, Midori hadn’t locked up behind her because she’d been under the impression that she would be leaving minutes after her and as naïve as she wished she could be that her secretary had come back because she’d forgotten something, she knew that wasn’t in the realm of possibility. The loud slam had her almost jumping out of her skin, her heart pounding wildly at the click of the lock as she spun around to face-

‘…’

Her breath all but caught in her throat at what was before her, a dumbfounded look on her face as she returned the stare from across the room, aquamarine eyes zeroed in on her form. Yuki could feel just how high her adrenaline was climbing, fight or flight was making attempts to urge her to do something but not only was a gun pointed right at her, the owner of it looked as though he was seconds away from collapsing.

‘H-he’s been shot.’

Shot was an understatement, and it undeniably hadn’t been a single time, his white dress shirt was drenched in crimson red. She couldn’t tell how many times he’d been shot with the distance between them but enough that he’d lost a significant amount of blood, he was as white as a sheet and there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that his body wasn’t in a good place, either he’d pass out or pass on.

‘He needs a blood transfusion.’

Whoever he was, he did need a blood transfusion, otherwise he certainly would leave this world before it was all said and done, he’d lost too much blood. He needed to be checked that none of those bullets were still in his body, that they hadn’t hit any major arteries or organs, fluids, stitches, the whole nine yards.

‘Blood type, I need to know his blood type.’

Getting the question out was the difficult part, her tongue was heavy, her mouth thick with spit, and she was already struggling enough to get air into her lungs since there was a gun pointed right at her, one wrong move and he’d shoot; whoever he was, he’d obviously been through something and was certainly not in a place where he was going to willingly trust anyone. She didn’t know how he’d managed to move with how much blood she assumed he’d lost, let alone run; his long rosy-pink locks were disheveled, beads of sweat on his brow, his chest heaving for breath, the hand holding the gun was trembling. Regardless of how bad of a state he was in, his expression wasn’t showing a sliver of fear, his aquamarine eyes were staring at her so intensely that he could’ve burnt holes straight through her with that alone, his lips pressed into a thin line.

‘Diamonds.’

It was a unique feature and paired with how high her emotions were running right now, she doubted she’d ever forget it, scars at both corners of his mouth in the shape of diamonds. She’d never imagined herself being in a situation close to this before and with the way things were looking, she wasn’t so sure that she’d make it through the next few minutes. He was ready to shoot her, and he would if he perceived her as being a threat to him, as nonthreatening as she was and appeared, that wouldn’t be enough to spare her a bullet, especially taking into consideration whatever he’d just been through. She wasn’t managing to force down the lump formed in the back of her throat so she could get words out, he was going to die from blood loss before the night was over if she couldn’t get her vocals cords to work. Most of Japan’s population was blood type A but taking a risk like that wasn’t worth it, not only could it cause life threatening reactions, but his life was already hanging in the balance to begin with. Her heart quite literally skipped a beat the moment she took a single step forward so she could better assess the damage, his finger immediately moving to the trigger, and she froze instantly; she was unsure how she was going to prove she didn’t mean him any harm.

‘Blood type, have to know his blood type.’

“I-I’m a doctor.” Yuki spoke, her voice anxious; she bit into her lip when his eyes narrowed dangerously, his expression the furthest thing from trusting, the gun still pointed right at her. “Y-you’ve lost too-too much blood. You ne-need a-a transfusion.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised that he didn’t say a word in response, but she was on some level, his life was hanging in the balance right now and anyone else would’ve been desperate to get assistance, would’ve been a babbling mess to the point of being the furthest thing from comprehendible. Yet, this man was holding nothing but composure, he was bleeding out and it still wasn’t enough for him to ask for help.

“I-I can help you.” She continued, trying to steady her words; if she were in his shoes, she wouldn’t want to trust someone that couldn’t even speak without stumbling over their words but then again, he was armed. “Y-you’re going to b-bleed out if…”

This stranger had been fully prepared to kill her, and it didn’t sink in nearly as fast as it should’ve, his finger squeezed the trigger the second she took another step towards him. Her stomach practically lurched no sooner did it register, her eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets, a quiet click breaking through the silence and had he not been out of bullets, she would’ve died just now. Her heart was pounding harder than it ever had, she’d never been more afraid in all her days but pulling her eyes from his was impossible, she was locked in the most intense staring contest of her life with someone that had just seconds prior tried to shoot her. The woman didn’t know what she was doing, why she hadn’t tried to run or get to her office so she could call the police, he’d broken into her clinic and tried to kill her so why was she trying so hard to help him?

‘Doctors save lives.’

Did he even want to be saved? She couldn’t be sure, the mistrustful expression on his face hadn’t faltered up until he’d tried to shoot her, dropping so subtly that she wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t been locked in this staring contest with him; he hadn’t expected to be out of bullets.

‘What can I do that would…’

Her eyes went wide all over again when the gun slipped from his grasp, crashing to the floor and his legs buckled, she watched in what was practically slow motion as he fell, not even attempting to catch himself as he collapsed onto his stomach; the blood loss had finally gotten to him. Her coffee mug slipped from her fingers, and she bolted, not even registering the sound of the china breaking apart upon impact as she dropped to her knees beside him.

“What’s your blood type?!” she pressed, her voice frantic; she didn’t have the time to test for something like that right now, every second counted. “I can save you, what’s your blood type?!”

He was still conscious, and she had to get an answer out of him before the worst happened, his head had turned towards her no sooner had she made it to his side, the mistrustful look in his eyes nonexistent as he struggled to keep himself from passing out. He wouldn’t manage much longer, willpower could only do so much and if he was as stubborn as she thought he was, he was the type that would refuse to die, if he wanted to live then he’d tell her something.

“Shit, fuck, shit.” She rambled; she wasn’t much for swearing but her composure was hanging by a thread, only threatening to unravel when she grabbed his wrist to check his pulse.

‘No, no, no!’

“What’s your fucking blood type?! Tell me!” Yuki demanded, her expression the furthest thing from her normal; her soft face was contorted into a glare as she stared back at him, aquamarine and lavender locked. “I don’t give a shit if you don’t want my help, you’re not dying in my clinic, I won’t let you! So, tell me what your blood type is!”

The white-headed woman had never spoken to a patient in that way before, but she didn’t feel the least bit guilty, he was being stubborn and if yelling at him was the only way to force him into telling her what she needed to know then she didn’t have much of a choice. She’d never met someone so obstinate; he hadn’t spoken a single word to her in the time that they’d been in each other’s presence, and it wasn’t looking like he was going to be able to. She’d run out of time, she was losing him, the far-off look in his eyes told her as much, his body had tensed up the moment she grabbed his wrist but now it was lessening, he was about to pass out and if he did before she knew what his blood type was, it was guaranteed he wouldn’t wake back up.

“Damn it, stop being a stubborn fuck and tell me!” she exclaimed, her tone uncharacteristically heated. “Let me save you, what’s your blood type?”

Her chest was heaving with short breathes and she was doing her utmost best to hold onto whatever bit of composure she still possessed, he wasn’t making this easy for her, he wouldn’t tell her anything; she’d become a doctor to save lives but how in the fuck was she supposed to save someone that didn’t want to be- 

“AB.”

Her eyes went wide in shock, he’d just barely gotten the two letters out before falling unconscious and had it not been so quiet a pin-drop could be heard, she never would’ve heard his voice.

‘AB.’

The rarest blood type for a person living in Japan and he’d passed out before she could press if it was positive or negative, AB positive was the universal recipient, but AB negative could only receive from negative blood types. The only thing she could do was find all the negative blood types she had in stock, regardless of if he was positive or negative, she had what she needed.

‘Have to hurry.’

“Don’t worry, I’m going to save you.”

[vividaway]

Alex threw her head back before looking around the ceiling. She never noticed it before, but there were hundreds of stars painted across the entire rooms ceiling. They moved across her field of vision, almost dancing with each other.

"Yeah, but it's not that easy, you know. You're probably used to all this media training, but I have zero clue what I'm doing. I can't just freak everyone out!"

Oliver shuffled his feet below him. "I don't think I'll be of use to you." he eventually said, picking his hands up in an moment of not knowing. 

"Okay. I know what to say. I'll just tell them I fell ill." She said, grabbing her laptop in her hands and pitter-pattering her fingers across the keyboard. "Are you serious? What did you just say about lying?" Oliver retorted, pushing the laptop screen shut. "Oh, come on! This is completely different. If people find out I'm staying at this hotel, they'll flip out. Like, seriously flip out. It would be bad for me, and probably you as well."

Oliver's hands hovered over the laptop screen for a moment before letting go. "You're going to cause a media storm. You know that, right?" 

Alex shrugged off his words. So what if she did? Her entire life was a confusing mess, so she might as well create a mess for somebody else to have to clean up. "Do you know who my managers are by chance?"

He laughed. "No, I don't. That information isn't as public as people would like to believe."

"Damn it. I have access to my contacts, but I don't know who is who. I could theoretically just call and ask everybody who they are, but that would look suspicious as fuck. Why wouldn't I know who they are? They'd figure it out easily." she shook her head at the end of her sentence.

"You're just going to have to wait for them to contact you, sadly."

Alex nodded, and laid down in her bed. Oliver eventually made his way out of her room and went about his day. He made it his mission to bother her, she thought, or at least, that's how he was acting. Constantly checking up on her. Constantly in her room. Could he never leave her alone? 

It was kind of nice to have somebody to talk to at first, but she was really driving herself insane. There's only so many things you can talk about when you're hooked up to an IV drip and forced to stay in bed all day. She was slowly losing her mind and going stir crazy.

She pulled her laptop back out and opened up her social media, with the drafted tweet still out. She kept it in her drafts, and tweeted a simple "hi" all lowercase. People quickly interacted and were relieved to see she was okay.

"Andie Gray Is OKAY" trended after that, and it made her heart swell a bit. To have two trending hashtags about her in the span of 48 hours was impressive, she thought, and she couldn't believe she was actually here.

She always dreamed of celebrity status as a kid. She always wanted to escape where she was previously living, and run away to a lifestyle of luxury and wealth where she could do anything she please, with anyone she pleased. She never expected to actually end up here one day. 

It was insane to think about, really. It was like her dreams had come true overnight, and she was just expected to deal with the downfall of everything that happened as a result. She wasn't allowed to speak on whatever happened, because she truly didn't know. 

It was going to be a long process, and she knew she was in for it.

The rest of the time in her hotel room had been spent diligently filling up pages of her journal with everything she could remember. She had her nightmares written down, which had been a reoccurring process when she was a teenager, so she assumed this was related to that. Journaling was really freeing for her. Like speaking to a friend who you didn't have to comfort or care for. 

Somebody who was forced to listen to you vent, and didn't need to be in a good head space to do so. It was easy to get her thoughts out when nobody was there eyeing her up like a piece of meat they were judging for quality and expectations on. No hard feelings, nothing in the way, just getting her feelings out and truly expressing herself.

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[adamsart]

As long as I was at the house he never I was drinking or smoking weed or hanging with girls then it was ok with Mel. I went from strait Fs in Utah and most people giving me a maximum of five years left to live to being an honor roll student and I wouldn’t say popular but I actually had friends and no one hating on me. I settled in for high school and graduated early with a full ride scholarship to a good tech university with a full time job in my spare time being paid top dollar. After not being home to Utah for 3 years I had forgotten how horrible it really was and after gaving an argument with my uncle because he broke my weed pipes after I had smoked with my other aunt KB. LB instantly got paranoid and thought I was going to sell her out or something so she beat me to the punch I guess and she went to my house found my pipes and made up all sorts of lies about me and was trying to get me in trouble for smoking weed of course she refused to admit she had smoked with me the day before. So I’ll show everyone I’ll just turn down the biggest opportunities of my life and go back home to Utah where I’m really from. Dumb Dumb Dumb. Got arrested before my 19th birthday and was back on paper less than a year after finally expirating my juvenile probation. This is when I met my ex wife. Christine weaver I was attracted because she was the only girl I knew that had her shit together had her own job her own car her own money. I met her selling weed she was my best girlfriends friend from cali. Her boyfriend apparently was a girl beater and I stepped in when he was in Utah and tried to pull some shit where I was at. Maybe he could get away with that shit in cali but he wasn’t in Cali so I helped him with a little attitude adjustment and after he went home I took over as Christine’s man. The next 10 years was my married years. Christine and I moved in together after knowing each other a month. I pretty much moved into her parents basement for a short period it was like a year. I was working as a CNA/MedTech at an assisted living center down the street. I loved my job but hated the dehumanization of people and the coldness that was being shoveled to CNAs. Don’t get close with your residents because thier on their way out of this world so save yourself the pain of getting to know and love these people. I honestly still am disgusted with the way people treat each other but definitely couldn’t understand how they were actually teaching people to detach and dehumanize the elderly. Just went against everything I had ever been taught by my RN mother or Walter my streetdad who both taught me that the elderly deserve respect and to be listened to because of their wisdom. I wish I would have listened more. After finding out that a 50 year old resident I loved died and wasn’t even found for two days after having a seizure and cracking her head on a corner in the bathroom. She was an hourly check which means whomever was working had to check on her every hour because she had seizures. Two fucking days. Crazy after that I found out the other med tech was keeping everyone’s pain pills and swapping them for Tylenol. When I confronted the building manager about it he pretty much called the other med tech in and then told me to keep my mouth shut and that it wasn’t going to happen again while at the same time leaving this girl on the med cart. After the building manager I went to the head nurse and then found out that when she was supposed to be destroying outdated pills with another witness her and this other medtech would just split the pills and sign them out like they had been destroyed which I didn’t care about but once again I was told to keep my mouth shut. That was it for me My friends brother offered me a job as an electrician apprentice so I went to work in construction after making tit threw the first week I learned fast and had my own crew wireing houses after a little over a year. I was making good money so Christine and I purchased our first house. 628 n Monroe blvd in Ogden. Paid 76,000$ for it then sold 1 year later for 106,000

[lockefanfic]

Ghosts

Author’s Note:

This takes place in the same continuity as Queen of Hearts and Second Place. The OC and all characters are the same ones as in those two stories.

Also, fluff and angst warning for the last few pages.

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Your life changed when you held her for the first time. In that moment you knew you’d never love anyone more.

Even now, eight months later, that hadn’t changed. It never would.

“She’s been asleep for an hour or two,” Seulgi says, softly, leaning on the doorframe next to you. “She’s pretty tired out after our little trip to the park.”

You close the door to your daughter’s bedroom as softly as you could, twisting the knob and letting it go only once the door was shut to ensure you made as little noise as possible. Only when you finally let go of the doorknob did you realize a soft smile was on your lips the whole while.

“Thanks, Seulgi,” you say, voice barely above a whisper as you both step into the hallway. “Seungyeon and I appreciate you stepping in to watch her last minute. We had to both be at a meeting across town that we couldn’t miss.”

“Oh, no worries,” Seulgi replies. “You know I’d never turn down an opportunity to spend time with my niece.”

Seulgi and Seungyeon weren’t sisters by blood and so your daughter wasn’t technically her niece, but given how close their friendship was they may as well have been related. It was a relationship you’d benefitted from directly - it was Seulgi who introduced you to Seungyeon, after all. If it weren’t for her, you likely wouldn’t have a wife and daughter today.

It was crazy to think that a chance meeting at your local gym could alter your life so drastically. It was even crazier to think that it was your former fuck buddy that would introduce you to your future wife.

“I’ll be sure to transfer you your babysitting fee,” you say as you both continue down the hallway and towards the stairs that led to the main floor of your home. “What was it, seven bucks an hour?”

Seulgi sucks her breath through her teeth in a show of faux disbelief. “Damn, this is awkward. Did Seungyeon not tell you how much my rate was? It’ll be fourty-five bucks an hour, plus gratuities. I’m a certified, professional babysitter, I’ll have you know. I even fed her a restaurant-quality, nutritious, balanced meal to support her growth during this crucial time in her development.”

“Mmmhmmm,” you say, returning her smile with one of your own. “I bet it took some real professional training and certification to unscrew that jar of baby food and spoon feed it to a toddler.”

Seulgi laughs - a laugh that you were once intimately familiar with, one that had meant so much more to you at one part in your life.

Another time. Another life.

You both linger for a split second at the stairs. It is a second that felt a little longer than it should have.

To say your relationship with Seulgi was a complicated one was an understatement. The fuck buddy relationship that you’d established following that fateful poker game had lasted a little over a year or so - a year filled with late night hookups and entire weekends filled with nothing but sex so intense that you’d both woken up on Monday mornings sore, bruised, and utterly drained in more ways than one. You’d both made it clear to each other that it was purely a physical relationship, and that feelings wouldn’t be involved… but you’d always felt, in the deepest recesses of your heart and mind, that Seulgi wasn’t quite satisfied with the platonic nature of your agreement.

And so in an attempt to remind her that you weren’t looking for a relationship, you’d declared, casually, that you were looking to meet someone - hoping that she would catch the implication of such a declaration. She must have, because she soon introduced you to her friend Seungyeon at a party you both attended. Seungyeon introduced you to her sister, who, coincidentally, was looking for an agent to promote her budding art career; and the rest, of course, was history.

And so Seulgi went from being someone who indulged your deepest, most carnal physical fantasies to your wife’s best friend. Her closeness with Seungyeon meant you saw her often. On the surface you were both mature adults, and so you both left the entire fuck buddy era of your friendship a secret between yourselves, pretending it never happened, leaving it in the past where it belonged so as to not complicate the present.

But you couldn’t deny that there was still some lingering awkwardness there, an unspoken, unfinished something that lingered in the air whenever you two were together - and especially when you two were alone.

You knew what it was. She knew what it was. But you were almost afraid to confront it, both of you afraid to disrupt the pleasant little status quo that you’d built for yourselves.

You look up at her, almost afraid at what you’d find there.

She was beautiful, of course, as she always was. She was gorgeous on the day you met her, when she approached you for a spot at the gym - and she was even more gorgeous now, many years later, if such a thing were possible. She is wearing an unbuttoned white shirt over a short blue crop top and loose jeans - an outfit that left those perfect, sculpted abs of hers bare. She knew what she was doing when she picked out that outfit. She knew what it would do to you.

For a split second, the sight of her perfect, toned midsection causes your mind to call up an image of her naked, legs spread as she rode you fiercely, those abs flexing and working as they throw her body over and over against you, taking you in and out of her again and again and again as she cried and moaned and sighed her pleasure. You recall the way her abs looked when they were glazed with your warm, thick cum, the way it dripped down her sides and-

You force those images out of your mind. Those days were long over. You were married now, with a child, and having those thoughts now, as pleasant as they were, just didn’t feel right.

But whatever self-pity you had begun to brew inside yourself disappears when your eyes meet hers. You take in that soft, wide smile she always seemed to have on those soft, round features of hers - a smile that was always so warm and inviting, as though it belonged to a woman who could harbor no ill will towards anyone or anything.

And in her eyes - those round, caring eyes, so often bent pleasantly into inverted half moon shapes with every smile - is a softness, a tenderness that disarms you.

You both linger there for a second, you with one step on the stairs, her with one hand on the railing, eyes looking for something in each other, something that you’d both danced around and avoided for years, but was now there, out in the open, finally waiting to be confronted and addressed.

Her hand slowly inches towards yours on the railing. Your eyes don’t leave her face. You watch as her lower lip slowly curls under her teeth until she is biting it, a sliver of ivory over a soft pink.

Her fingers reach yours. Her touch feels like electricity, a spark of something that you’d long forgotten the existence of. She’s the first to speak.

“I think you know how you can pay me.”

There was a time when hearing such provocative words come out of those lips was commonplace. You’d heard her hiss and scream and moan far dirtier, filthier things into your ears, truth be told. But to hear her say them now, to hear her imply what she was implying, given the new lives that fate had deemed you live  - it was somehow one of the most intensely arousing things you’d ever heard her say.

“Seulgi… I-”

“She won’t be home for a few more hours,” she answers, quickly, the tone beneath her words betraying an underlying desperation. A need. A want long kept buried.

“But she… Seulgi, I’m married-”

“Shhhh,” she replies, and for the first time there is a hushed desperation in her face, evident in the slight upward twisting of her eyebrows and the slightest of quivers in her upper lip. “She won’t know. No one will.”

“But I will, Seulgi,” you answer. “We shouldn’t.”

Almost immediately after you said that last word you knew it was the wrong word to say. Shouldn’t was quite different from can’t. It implied the existence, however slim, of possibility. It gave her hope. It gave her a chance.

“We shouldn’t,” she repeats, taking a step closer to you on the stairs, her palm slowly covering more and more of yours on the railing until she is grasping the back of your hand. “But we can. Please. It’ll be just like old times.”

“Seulgi-”

“Just once. Fuck me like you used to. Just once. I need it - I need you. Just once. Please.”

“We shouldn’t. Seulgi…”

She steps closer to you on the stairs, her hand on yours tracing a path up your arm until it is curled around your neck. She’s close enough now that her scent - one you were once so familiar with - fills your nostrils with each breath. She smells of strawberries and lust and…

She smells like sin.

Her hands play with the hair at the back of your scalp. You shiver at her touch, though whether from anticipation or guilt, you couldn’t be sure.

“Don’t tell me you don’t think about it. About those days when you fucked my brains out until I had trouble walking. About those nights when I went to sleep dripping your cum out of every hole.”

You sigh, a heavy breath through your nose. You loved your wife to death, but how could you ever forget those days? How could anyone?

“Tell me you don’t think about it,” she continues, incessant now, pressing her svelte, tight body against you. Her cheek presses against yours so she can hiss into your ear - you’d never touched her this way, never made any sort of skin contact beyond the odd high five or friendly hug in the last few years.

Her every movement made your nerves dance. Her every touch made your heart leap.

“Tell me you don’t think about my pussy,” she says, voice sharp, low, like the hissing of a snake, every syllable dripping with the venom of ill intent. “Tell me you don’t think about my hot, tight little pussy and how it felt wrapped around your cock. Tell me you don’t think about the way you fucked it again and again and again, the way you used it like it was nothing more than a sleeve for your cock, a place to dump load after load of your cum.”

“Fuck, Seulgi-” you snap, unable to say anything more.

“Come on,” she says, before she says your name into your ear, the syllables of it half breath, half moan. “Don’t you think about that first night we had together? That night after you won that poker game? You fucked me five times. Five loads - one in my mouth, one on my stomach… and three in my pussy. I was sloppy and wet and leaking the whole night. How many times do you think you can fuck me before she gets home? How many loads do you think you can give me?”

“Seulgi,” you say, your resistance withered down now to just her name, as if merely saying it would somehow stop her, stop the both of you from taking one more step down this damned path that she’d chosen for the two of you.

“I want it,” she pleads, a hiss in your ear.

Her free hand makes its way towards your crotch, her long, dainty fingers quickly cupping the growing bulge she finds there. She presses her lips against your ear.

“Fuck me.”

Your fists clench at your side, as though your body had begun to involuntarily fight her advances. It wasn’t right. It was wrong. You shouldn’t. You couldn’t-

Her hand works at the belt and button of your pants. Experienced, deft, she has them undone quickly. When she slips her hand into the waistband of your boxers, the feel of her warm palm and fingers around your near fully stiffened cock causes the air to rush out of your lungs.

“You know what I’ve been dreaming about lately? That you’d do to me what you did to her,” she hisses into your ear. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop wanting it. And I’m ready for it. I’m… I’m off the pill. No protection. No pulling out. I want it raw.”

Her hand begins to pump up and down on your cock, fingers tight around the shaft, thumb playing merry havoc with your sensitive head the way she had so often so many years ago.

“I want you… to put a baby in me. I want you to spill your seed inside my womb. I want you to fill me with so much cum there’s no way I don’t get pregnant. I want… you to put a baby in my belly.”

You tense, breathless, as she continues to pump your cock. But the feel of her hand on your shaft pales in comparison to the next words she whispers into your ear.

“Breed me.”

Her cheek leaves yours to face you. Her eyes - her perfect brown eyes, so filled with lust and the need for your seed inside her young, fertile womb - they’re what break you.

Your lips crush together, a rough, frenzied kiss borne of need and lust and sin that felt so sweet, so delicious, precisely because it was wrong, it was wicked, it was sinful.

Her arms wrap around yours, fingers tight in your hair, nails digging into your scalp. Your hands slip inside her shirt, caressing the firm, tight skin of her lower back, delighting in the feel of her tight little body close to yours for the first time in years. The feel of her so close to you, so needy for something that you’d both long considered unthinkable - it drove you insane. It made you… animalistic.

Perhaps it was the biological urges, the thousands of years of evolution that made you want nothing more than to breed the young woman in your arms and have her carry your child. Perhaps it was the danger. Perhaps it was the violation of the sanctity of your marriage. Whatever it was, it threw all inhibition and morality out the window. There was only sex, and the need to spill your seed inside Kang Seulgi’s fertile pussy.

You break your torrid kiss by squirming a hand into her hair and pulling her face away from yours. On her features is a look so primal, so unapologetically lustful. Mouth ajar, eyes pleading, wanton need laid openly bare.

You drag her by her hair to your bedroom. The master bedroom, the one you shared with your wife.

You throw her onto the foot of the bed with a forcefulness that surprises you.

“Strip,” you hiss. “Strip naked and suck my cock. Get me nice and wet so I can fuck your needly little pussy.”

Seulgi does as she’s told - the way she did all those years ago when she submitted herself to you. It brought back so many memories. It reignited that same lustful need in your loins, the same way it did so long ago, a hunger unfulfilled - no, if anything the time away from her had only heightened it, amplified your need to satiate it.

She wastes no time, practically ripping off her button-up shirt and the short blue top beneath, before bending quickly to peel off her jeans, leaving her naked in a matter of seconds.

Tight, lean body. Long, perfect legs. A midriff and abs to die for. Small, perfect, round breasts with taut caramel nipples. She hadn’t changed much since those days. She was just as fit, just as tight and toned - but the young woman she was had been tempered by the years; she was beautiful now, in addition to the youthful charms she possessed when she was younger. She was more than what she was. Now is a goddess.

She falls to her knees - eyes locked on yours the whole time. Even as she pulls your pants down, even as she wraps those long, dainty fingers of hers around your painfully stiff cock, even as she opens her mouth and licks your shaft from base to tip, leaving your cock head on the pad of her tongue whilst she swirls it around the head and beneath its sensitive ridge - she never breaks eye contact.

Your right hand reaches for the back of her scalp. She knows what it means.

She takes you into her mouth. You sigh. Around a mouthful of hard cock, she does the same.

Seulgi immediately launches into a quick, steady rhythm - wasting no time, partially because neither of you knew how much time you’d have, partially because she was so needy, so impatient, so ready to indulge herself in your cock that she had no need or want for slow, considerate foreplay. No, this was all about indulging need. All about sex for its primary function.

To feel her mouth and tongue on your cock again made you feel like you’d found something you’d lost and thought would never find again. She sucks with hollowed cheeks and teases with a skillful tongue - remembering what you liked as though it were only yesterday when you two had spent days at home fucking like animals.

Her left hand reaches between your legs. Her fingers find your sensitive, dangling balls. She plays with them, remembering the weight and feel of them in her hands, squeezing and fondling the sacks of flesh the way she knew you loved.

You couldn’t help but sigh, couldn’t help but cast your head back and let a soft moan escape your lips. You stare at the ceiling for awhile, hoping to find something to distract yourself from the ridiculously pleasurable sight in front of you. But it doesn’t last long. Your resolve breaks quickly.

You look down and watch her for a minute or two, taking your cock in and out, in and out, in and out between tightly pursed lips, those full, round cheeks hollow with delicious suction.

Eyes still locked on yours.

She lets go of your balls and brings both hands to your ass. You knew what it meant. You knew what she wanted.

You reach down, grasping her skull in your hands. You return your gaze to the ceiling, afraid that watching what you were about to do would be too much to handle.

Eyes finally locked on the ceiling once more, you begin to fuck Seulgi’s mouth.

You moan. You sigh. You grunt as you take your pleasure from the mouth of the naked, nubile young woman on her knees before you. She lets grunts and moans of her own escape her mouth between a mouthful of hard cock. You knew her enough to know this was getting her off just as much as you.

From that first night, that first night when she threw that poker game knowing doing so would reduce her to a fucktoy for the rest of the night - Kang Seulgi loved to be used by you. Some things hadn’t changed. It felt just as good. The taboos and sinfulness only heightened the pleasure, made it easier to indulge in.

You use her for a few more minutes, doing your best to stave off any build up of pleasure that might threaten an early end to the festivities. You look down, hesitantly, and watch as Seulgi’s face twists and contorts, struggles to hold on amidst the fierce thrusts of your cock between her lips. She grunts and sighs and moans and they leave her throat in wet gurgles that oddly spur you, make you want to fuck her wet little mouth until you cum down her throat.

But that wasn’t where you wanted to cum. And it wasn’t where she needed it, where she wanted it.

You pull your cock from her lips, wet and glistening. Seulgi looks up at you with a face of disappointment, as though she’d temporarily forgotten what she needed, as though she were fully ready and willing to swallow a load of hot, fresh cum.

Your hands in her scalp pull her up. When she is standing, you turn her towards the bed, a hand on her back bending her over it until she braces herself against it with her hands.

“I’m going to fuck you on our bed,” you hiss. “I’m going to breed your tight little pussy on it.”

Seulgi lets out a sound that is somewhere between a sigh and a moan, a wordless expression of her need.

“Is… is this where you bred her? Where you filled her with cum and put a baby in her belly?”

You smile slyly to yourself as you watch her, naked and bent over the foot of your bed. Your hands roam her svelte form, along the curve of her spine, around her tiny little waist, around her full hips and tight ass. Your cock, glistening with her spit and your pre-cum, nestles between her ass cheeks - twitching, needy, ready to do its duty. Seulgi arches her back, gyrating her hips against you, capturing your cock between her ass cheeks and rubbing it up and down with her crack. You feel her wetness on the underside of her cock. She is dripping, hot and ready.

Truth be told, this wasn’t where you bred Seungyeon. You didn’t quite feel like telling Seulgi that your daughter was conceived during a one-night stand at her apartment after your first confession of your feelings for one another.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, Seulgi,” you state. “This is where I’m going to breed you.”

Seulgi sighs, a breathy, airy sigh. She straightens her back until she is upright, her back against your chest. Your cock presses against her lower back. You snake your arms around her slim torso to squeeze her breasts, cupping the soft, round mounds, pinching her taut, tight nipples. A droplet of sweat drips from the back of her head, down the nape of her neck. You dart out your tongue to slick it off her flushed skin, and she lets a mewling sound leave her lips.

“Do it, please, do it,” she says in a soft whisper that turns into a pleading hiss, “Do it, please. Fuck me. Cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your hot seed. Put a baby inside my belly.”

You’d thought there was nothing else that Kang Seulgi could do or say that would break you even more than you already were, but there it was - words that somehow manage to shatter what was left of you, render you nothing more than a thrall to your biological and natural urges to procreate. Nothing else mattered. Only Seulgi’s body, and the need to impregnate her.

You bend her over once more with a hand on her back. She spreads her legs apart as best she can, feet tiptoed on the floor to bring her body to the right height for penetration. You bring the head of your cock to her dripping, slick lips. You thrust forward, and you enter her.

Seulgi screams - a sound so raw and natural, so unfiltered by human decorum or propriety. It is a sound so primal, so basic, that it ignites every hardwired biological switch in both of your bodies. It was a signal, a tacit permission to carry out the act that every human being was born to do.

You fuck her. Not soft, not gentle, not even consistent. It is rough. It is hard. It is animalistic.

You waste no time ramping up into a rough, if unsteady rhythm. From your very first strokes you are thrusting your achingly hard cock in and out of her wet, slick, tight little pussy with a speed that might have hurt her had she not been so wet and ready for it. She squeezes and tightens and pulsates around you, every inch of her body bent towards taking you, letting you have your way with her, urging you towards that goal of planting your seed inside her.

It doesn’t take her long before she is ramming her ass and hips back at you. She wants it too. Perhaps more than you do.

“Fuck!” she hisses, throwing her head back and sending sweat-matted auburn hair flying, the word filled with pleasure and relief, the sound of a woman who’d finally received something she’d gone for so long without, a relapsed addict after a new hit. The curse word quickly turns into a long, wordless drawl, punctuated by high pitched crescendos timed to each thrust of your cock into her body.

Your hands clutch at her wide hips, her tiny waist, her full ass cheeks. Her toes curl. Her hands clutch handfuls of the pristine white sheets of your bed, the sheets Seungyeon obsessed over making each day after you both woke. There is something sinful in that act. Something that only highlights how utterly lost down your chosen path you were. You were a cheater, now. A vile, sinful cheater.

You pound away at her, the wet slap of skin on skin and her deep, primal moans filling the room. Every thrust inside her body is a sin, a violation of the marriage you’d built upon that bed, an offense against the woman you shared it with, the one that bore your daughter. But you didn’t matter. Not when Seulgi’s pussy was so tight and wet, her body so hot and ready to receive your cum. You lose control. You lose yourself.

“Fuck me, oh god, fuck me!” she hisses, her every word fixating you upon her, making sure you had no room left in your brain for second-guessing or regret. “Fuck me, fuck me, use me!”

They were words you’d heard her moan on more than one occasion. But to hear them again drives you almost insane.

You reach forward, grasping a handful of hair once more. You pull her almost upright until she is standing. Her hands grasp back at you, fingers clawing at your skin, eager to ground herself, find some sort of anchor against the pleasure crashing in waves against her body. Not once do you slow your rhythm, continuing to fuck the mewling, moaning woman without pause.

“This… this is what you want, isn’t it, Seulgi? You want me to breed you? You want me to fuck this tight little pussy of yours until I fill it with cum? Until I put a baby in you?”

“MMfffmghfuckyes!” she manages to spit, her moan only barely managing to form into words. “Please. Please. Please!”

Her words spur you. You push her onto the bed onto her hands and knees, roughly, callously - slipping your cock from her as you do so, eliciting a moan of displeasure from the squirming, quivering young thing that is Kang Seulgi. But she doesn’t go without your cock for long. Taking up position behind her once more, you reach forward, grasping her hands to pull them behind her lower back, holding them there with a hand around her wrists, leaving her upper body and face helplessly pressed against the bed. With your free hand, you line yourself up once more with her pussy.

Then you fuck her again.

Seulgi sighs and cries into the bedsheets - animalistic grunts and rough, wet sounding moans. You’d had plenty of rough sex with her before, but nothing like this, nothing so primal and natural. This was instinctual. This was raw.

You fuck her into the bed - face down and ass up, hands bound behind her back, there is little she can do but take you as you drill her tight little hole over and over again. It is rough, almost callous - but she loves it, loves every second. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed, all these years.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” formerly pristine white sheets, now wrinkled and stained with sweat and the plentiful juices dripping from Seulgi’s juicy pussy. “Fuck, you’re gonna… gonna make me cum!”

You don’t respond - not verbally, at least. You only increase the tempo with which you are fucking her.

“Cum for me, Seulgi,” you hiss through your teeth. “Cum on my cock like a good little girl. Like a good little girl that wants to be bred.”

She does so, as if on command. She tightens in a way that rips a pleasurable groan from your mouth. She pulsates. She squeezes. She floods your cock and your crotches with a wave of slick, hot juices - but it doesn’t end. You feel the hot rushes of warm liquid on your legs and thighs and know that she has squirted all over the bed you shared with your wife.

That was one of the things you loved about Seulgi - she squirted, but most often when she was especially turned on. And what could have turned her on more than the sheer sinfulness of what you were doing?

You slow your strokes into her pussy until you stop, burying yourself inside her. She gasps as you fill her with cock.

“Good girl,” you say, finally releasing her hands from her back, caressing a still-quivering ass cheek as the final waves of her orgasm course through her body. “Good girl, Seulgi.”

“Mmmm,” she moans into the bed, where a pool of her saliva and spit has begun to stain the sheets. “You fuck me so good. I had to… I had to squirt all over your cock.”

“Such a needy little slut,” you reply. “So needy for my cock. Is it time for you to take my cum, too, Seulgi?”

“Yes,” she sighs. “Yes please. Please… cum inside me. Don’t pull out. Spill your seed inside my needy little pussy. Coat my womb with your cum. Give me a baby.”

You let a devilish smile appear on your lips as you slip yourself from her, eliciting another sigh of disappointment at her sudden emptiness.

If she wanted to be bred, there was only one position you wanted to do it in.

Grabbing her by the hips, you turn her over onto her back. Slipping your hands behind her knees, you lean over her - placing her legs on your shoulders and leaning forward until her knees are almost touching her elbows and she is folded in half atop the bed.

“Put my cock in you, Seulgi,” you hiss, your faces mere inches apart as you loom over her helpless body. “Put my cock inside your pussy so I can fill it with cum.”

Without a moment’s delay Seulgi reaches between your sweat-slick bodies, bringing your wet, dripping cock to her drenched folds. You nudge the tip of your cock inside her warm flesh, relishing the feel of her lips wrapping themselves around your cockhead.

You watch as Seulgi’s face contorts and twists with the promise of impending pleasure - but she keeps her eyes open, keeps them locked on yours. In them is a plea, a desire, an ask - a need to be filled with cum. A raw, animalistic need…

“Fuck me,” she spits. “I’m your fucktoy. Fuck me, use me… breed me.”

You thrust yourself inside her. She moans. She sighs. She cries rough, wordless sounds of raw, unfiltered pleasure. You grunt. You drill into her body, fucking her roughly, callously, animalistically.

Her dangling feet bounce helplessly above her head. The rest of her body, with her lower half folded in half atop her, is unable to do much more than simply take you as you drill her, almost vertically, into the bed. In and out, in and out, in and out. There is no time for technique or consideration for comfort. Only raw, primal, animalistic rutting, like uncultured savages wanting nothing more than to propagate the human species.

Her moans, already wordless, turn into an unintelligible drawl as they leave a mouth permanently ajar. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she is taken again and again. Nothing else exists aside from the hard cock pounding away at her helpless body. It is overwhelming. It is almost too much - but at the same time, until she feels those hot, warm jets of virile semen filling her needy, fertile womb - it is not enough.

Every muscle in your arms and legs burns with the effort. But your brain ignores the signals of exhaustion being sent by every nerve in your body - because in their face is a growing pleasure so all-consuming that it lends you strength, lends you the energy you need to continue the torrid pace you have set for yourself as you pound another woman’s body into the bed you shared with your wife. Your teeth grit. Sweat flies from your forehead to land onto the bed, another bodily fluid, another drop of evidence to stain your marriage bed with evidence of your infidelity.

Another drop of sin to add to the ocean you had fallen into with Seulgi.

You watch Seulgi’s face as you fuck her - mouth ajar, saliva dripping from her lips, eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her brow is furrowed, almost as if she is in deep concentration - but you know it is only because her body is struggling to contain the pleasure coursing through every fibre of her being. She gasps - a breathless, airy gasp that reminds you of someone that is suddenly fighting for each breath - and then she orgasms.

Her pussy tightens exponentially around your cock, even as you continue to fuck in and out of her. The breath rushes from her lungs as she urges you, pleads with you to give her what she wants.

Your orgasm beckons. Your cock swells with semen, ready to spill into her wanton, fertile womb, ready to coat her walls with your cum, the seed of life. Your body urges you, spurs you towards fulfilling the most basic, animalistic, primal need of humanity. So does the filthy, raw slurry of words tumbling from Kang Seulgi’s mouth.

“Please cum in me please oh god, please cum inside me put a baby in my tummy please cum in me!”

You find the wherewithal, amidst the relentless, rough fucking, to smile devilishly. You bury yourself to the hilt inside her, earning a sharp yelp of surprise from the still mid-orgasm woman as she is filled to the brim with cock. You bend to hiss into Seulgi’s ear.

“I don’t cum in fucktoys. I only cum in my wife.”

When you pull your face from her cheek, you have only a moment to relish the look of shock upon her face before you let her tired legs slip from your shoulders. Slipping your cock from her body, you reach down to stroke your slick shaft with your right hand.

Your orgasm hits you with the force of a thunderbolt, but you find the inner strength to force your eyes open and watch as your cock spurts rope after rope of thick, hot cum onto Seulgi’s body. The thick, creamy semen lands in long strands upon her flushed skin - first on her upper chest and neck, and then on her small, heaving breasts, and finally on her tight, breathless stomach.

You leave her a cum-stained, dirty, sweaty mess atop the bed. On her face, amidst the last vestiges of her orgasm, is a look of shock mingled with unmistakable disappointment.

You leave the bed. She mewls at your parting from her, but it doesn’t stop you. You step towards the closet that fills one of the walls of your bedroom before pulling one of the sliding doors aside.

In the closet is Seungyeon - frazzled, messy - one hand busy in her drenched panties, the other inside her white tanktop, hand clutched around a soft, full breast. The slatted sliding door clearly gave her a perfect view of everything that had just occurred between you and Seulgi.

“Did you like the show, baby?”

Seungyeon rushes from the closet, wrapping her arms around your neck and giving you a rough, frenzied kiss. Her tongue presses into your mouth. You wrap your arms around her as she breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, a devilish smile on her perfect red lips. She turns to your bed, where Seulgi is still struggling to recover from being fucked into oblivion.

“I loved the show, baby,” she finally replies. “I hope you liked getting reacquainted with your old fucktoy?”

“I did,” you smile. Even as Seungyeon watches Seulgi’s cumstained body squirm on the bed, your eyes have never left your wife’s face. You knew where your heart’s desires truly laid.

“Good,” Seungyeon says, turning to you once more. “Because we have her for the whole weekend.”

Seungyeon slips from your arms, her hand falling to your wrist and pulling you once more towards the bed. She takes a moment to divest herself of her tank top and slip out of her panties, leaving her as naked as her best friend atop the bed.

She’d worked hard to get her figure back after bearing your daughter, and your eyes are glued to her tight, perfect form as she crawls onto the bed, ass up, leaning down to give Seulgi a soft, tender kiss - she’d not only regained her previous figure but kept the curves pregnancy and early motherhood had blessed her with, most evident in the roundness of her breasts and the fullness of her hips and thighs. She cradles the younger woman’s face in her hand for a moment before licking her lips and kissing her once more - this time more passionately. Seulgi reciprocates, and wraps her own arms around her best friend as they continue to make out atop the bed.

You watch as Seungyeon breaks the kiss, bending her head to lick a glistening, creamy rope of your cum from Seulgi’s breast, eliciting a soft moan from the younger woman as she her tongue curls lavisciously around a glistening, cum-slick nipple.

Your wife looks back at you.

“Don’t just stand there, baby,” she says, slyly, a smile on her lips even as they are pressed against the creamy skin of Seulgi’s soft, quivering breast. “Don’t you want to play with me and our new toy?”

You smile before joining your wife atop your bed.

---

“I actually am on the pill, by the way,” Seulgi says as you give her her cup of coffee. “That whole breeding thing… it was just part of the show. Seungyeon thought it would be hot as fuck, and she was right.”

“I know,” you reply as you take a seat at the kitchen table next to her, cradling your own cup. “I kind of lost control there for a second. I’m sorry if I was a little rough with you.”

Seulgi shakes her head, soft smile on her lips. She was radiant in the early morning light, the sun coming in through the window to clothe her in warm yellow rays, as if mirroring the brightness of her smile.

“I loved it,” she says, taking a sip of her coffee. “Reminded me of the good old days. You know I like it when you lose control. And now I see why Seungyeon loves you - she’s finally found someone that can keep up with her appetite.”

You smile as you take a sip of your own. You’d had some time, after the two women had finally tired themselves out and just before going to sleep with them on either side of you, to think about the newfound situation you’d found yourself in.

“Seulgi, I just want to make sure… that you’re comfortable with all this. I know this was you and Seungyeon’s idea, but if you’re not okay with it, we can stop-”

“Mmm-mmm,” Seulgi replies with a shake of her head. “Don’t worry about it. This is just for fun, I know that. We’re all adults here. If I weren’t comfortable with it, I’d tell you.”

“Okay. And if you ever want to stop, you’ll tell us?”

“If I ever want to stop having mind blowing sex all day and night with my two best friends? Fat chance.”

You share a smile - as carnally satisfying as the previous night and following morning were, you were thankful to have cleared the air between you.

“Good. I just wanted to make sure. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to get back to bed - I didn’t get much sleep last night. I kept being woken up,” you say with a wink.

She smiles as you leave - warm, soft, as bright as all her smiles were - and it lingers on her lips even after you have climbed the stairs back to the bedroom to sleep away the previous night’s exhaustion.

You leave Seulgi alone with nothing but her thoughts. Her eyes wander, at the empty seats around the table, at the kitchen, and outside the window into the small backyard.

In her mind’s eye she sees images - dreamlike ghosts. Ghosts of a past that felt so far away, of a present that still felt so raw and painful, and of a future not yet realized.

She sees the past first - images of Seungyeon and her husband in the kitchen, preparing dinner, cutting vegetables and seasoning a simmering pot of something that smelled like home. Moving boxes, not yet unpacked, litter the kitchen - perhaps it was their first night in the new home they’d chosen to build their lives around.

She watches Seungyeon dip a spoon into the pot and present it to her husband to taste, and she watches a warm, loving smile appear on his lips - a smile that once meant so much to her and still did. She knew it always would. And there it was, given freely, lovingly - not to her, but to someone she loved like a sister.

It hurt her heart to see it.

The two look at each other with eyes full of nothing but the purest, most sincere love as they return to preparing dinner - just another normal night amongst the many thousands they would share together. But each night was important, each one a firm brick in the house they would build together throughout the course of their lives.

She sees glimpses of the future, too. She watches their daughter walk into the room, a little girl now, dressed in a cute pink dress with a backpack slung over her small shoulders. It must be her first day of school, judging by the way her parents crouch to adjust her clothes and snap pictures of her by the door - pictures that would be stuck to the refrigerator door, and then framed and put on the wall, and then placed in well-worn albums to be perused by loving, wistful hands for decades to come.

Their daughter grows - into a pretty girl, a sweet teenager, and then finally into a beautiful woman. The first day of school becomes the first day at college, and then the day of her marriage.

Seungyeon and her husband age as well, and in her imaginary ghostworld Seulgi sees them sitting next to her, hair grey but the love within them undimmed by time, the look in their eyes just as soft and loving as it was many decades earlier, when they were newlyweds making their first pot of soup in their new home. The bright morning light bathes them in gold and yellow just as it had for the many years of their loving marriage.

She watches as he reaches a hand over to hers, wedding bands glistening in the morning light, their fingers intertwining as they both sip their tea, content to just sit there in each others’ company, long since past the need to speak or converse; their eyes tell each other all they want to hear, saying and listening and hearing everything, all in a simple glance of loving eyes.

For a moment, Seulgi wonders if this life could have been hers.

A drop of something wet lands on her forearm, and she glances up at the ceiling, wondering if perhaps there was a leak in the plumbing from the floor above. But there is nothing there.

She reaches a hand to her cheek, and realizes that she has been crying.

The sound of someone descending the stairs shakes her from her reverie, and she hurriedly wipes the tears from her eyes and cheeks before slipping her phone out from the pocket of the pair of pajamas she’d borrowed from Seungyeon, unlocking it and idly scrolling through it, doing her best to hide the lump of emotion building in her chest.

“There’s Auntie Seulgi!” Seungyeon says with all the joy and warmth that can only be found in a mother speaking to her child. In her arms is a bundle of pure joy wrapped in soft cotton. Her daughter, possessing both her mother’s beauty and her father’s mischievousness, smiles brightly at the sight of her auntie. It giggles, and for a moment the air is filled with the most wondrous music known to humanity.

“Do you wanna sit with Auntie Seulgi while Mommy makes breakfast? Yes? Yes you do!”  Seungyeon coos, wiggling her face towards her daughter’s until their noses touch. Her daughter giggles and laughs in the way babies do, hands flailing about in a wordless expression of joy.

Seulgi watches it - watches the sheer joy in Seungyeon’s face, the unbridled happiness in her best friend’s spirit - and her lip quivers with emotion.

Was it envy? Jealousy? The thought that, were it not for a twist of fate or a quirk of destiny, she would be the one handing her baby daughter to Seungyeon, and not the other way around?

But those thoughts - ugly, dark thoughts - didn’t last long. They disappear the moment she carries the baby in her arms.

Seungyeon gives her best friend a soft smile before turning to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but Seulgi barely notices. The only thing that matters - the only thing that exists - in the entire world is the small bundle of soft cotton and the perfect life it held swaddled within.

The baby smiles and coos at her, fingers and toes wriggling. Seulgi reaches up with a hand, and the baby grasps her index finger tightly, laughing at her, as if to say the finger now belonged to her and her only.

The tears start again, but this time Seulgi knows exactly where they came from. Not from envy or jealousy at a life that might have been hers…

No, these were tears of love.

All the what-ifs and should haves flee her mind, their swift exit extinguishing the last embers of envy and jealousy that remained inside her. Her ghostworld fades into the mists from whence it came, never to be conjured up again, not even in her darkest moments.

The thought that her life could have somehow been different becomes irrelevant, inconsequential. In that moment only one thought, one sole goal, existed within her.

She was going to be the best goddamn auntie the child in her arms could possibly have.

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Author’s Note:

“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.”

-Robin Williams

also these two are adorable and I ship them okay

[gilbirda]

Growing pains

Anger Management (mentioned) and Everlasting Insomniacs (aka Everlasting Trio+Tim)

@batpham-discord-highlights

At the family bonfire, the polycule discuss the possibility of adding a new member. Also, Danny is not happy about his sister going for a long walk with Jason.

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“Dude! This is bad.” Danny said, plopping in front of the bonfire. For the moment nobody else was around, the official time for dinner was still half an hour later.

“What?” Tim settled in front of him.

“Like, certified bad.”

Tim frowned. “I’m not following.”

“You don’t understand,” Danny grabbed him by the shoulders as if ten minutes ago he hadn’t done the most disastrous confession ever attempted in this universe. “Jazz is very into bad boys with scars and a soft heart.”

Tim made a face. “Uh oh.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Sam sat down beside Danny, “it doesn’t have to end with them together.”

Both looked at her like she was crazy. “They went for a walk.” Said Danny.

“They were holding hands.” Tim continued.

“And she was making goo goo eyes at the man,” Tucker ended, sitting on Danny’s other side. “Anyone want some?”

Tim and Danny went for the same can of soda, their hands touching over the cold surface of the metal. Danny gasped, Tim gasped, and they looked at each other with a slight blush on their cheeks.

“Ugh. Just kiss already!”

“No, no, let them. I’m living for the slow burn going on.” Tucker was smiling at Sam, who rolled her eyes.

“Um,” Tim snatched the can and opened it, even if it was clearly an attempt to not look at either of the trio. “Are you guys really okay with…”

“Are you kidding?”

“Yeah, we have known for a while.”

“How is this news for me?”

“Because you are an idiot and very unobservant,” Sam’s smile was mocking, but she let her head fall on her boyfriend’s shoulder. “You wouldn’t shut up about Tim every time you came back from visiting the Waynes.”

“I… didn’t?”

Tucker placed his head on Danny’s other shoulder and nuzzled him a little. “Yes you did. I have a ten minute recording of you talking about how awesome he is.”

Tim’s face went completely red.

“I hate that I know exactly what you are talking about,” Danny sighed, careful to not jostle his partners too much. “Alright, then. I yield. I think he’s cute.”

“I’m still here.”

“We know.” The trio said at the same time. It would be eerie, but Tim found it fascinating.

Danny’s eyes found Tim’s. “If you are still interested, I’m game.”

Was Tim interested? Yes, he still wanted to date Danny - but now variables had changed. He felt stupid for thinking that those three were just friends, seeing them interact now, how casually they invaded each other’s personal space.

He wanted that too, he realized.

“Yeah. I’m in.”

“I’m in,” Tucker said in what he called his ‘hacker voice’ as he pushed up his glasses.

Danny and Sam snorted. “Nerd.” She added.

“Welcome to the polycule, Tim,” Danny extended a hand to him, which he accepted. Then, he was gently pulled into the other’s lap, his face too close to halfa. “We have nerd jokes, death jokes and general insanity.”

He didn’t care that his face resembled a tomato at this point. “That’s my kind of fun. There’s complementary coffee, I assume?”

“We got another one,” Sam groaned as Tucker laughed.

Danny, instead, leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He was cold, his lips almost uncomfortably cold despite the heat of the bonfire having warmed up his body. It was fine by Tim, and it also made him wonder how the other two would kiss. The one he had been crushing on for a while was Danny, but now that he finally met his best friends in person he could see why they were together; and he was not immune to how cute their little polycule was. He wanted more of them, of this.

“This is cute and everything, but here comes your sister, Danny.”

“Oh, yeah. They have kissed.” Sam deadpanned.

“What!”

And this is how the kiss ended, apparently. Danny’s arms kept Tim on his lap, once more being reminded that he was not human and he supported the weight of three grown adults like it was nothing.

Tim felt more than heard the growl in Danny’s chest as he tried to control his breathing. That didn’t help calm down his heart.

He turned to where his boyfriend (boyfriend!!!!) was glaring daggers at; and indeed Jason and Danny’s older sister were approaching them, hand in hand, and a content expression on their faces. Their lips were slightly swollen, Jason’s curls messed up just enough to be dismissed if you were not paying attention, and Jasmine’s hair was not in the bun she had when the two disappeared for a ‘walk’.

“Timbo.” Jason was the first to speak, cutting through the tension building up, eyes narrowed, daring him to comment on the new arrangement of things.

“Jason,” Tim’s eyes went to the still joined hands, and then to the flushed face of the elder Fenton. “Did you have an interesting walk?”

“Eventful. Jazz makes good conversation,” he licked his lips and Jasmine choked at his answer, but didn’t add anything. “Did you have a nice swim?”

“Eventful,” he said in a bored tone, as if he wasn’t in a prison of limbs and Danny and the others weren’t giggling at the exchange. “Did you know Danny was dating his best friends?”

“He mentioned it a few times.”

“Was I really the only one that didn’t know?”

A chorus of ‘yes’, ‘yep’ and a nod from Jazz was all the answer he received.

“That’s because you are an idiot,” Jason scoffed, pulling Jazz by their entwined hands so they sat in front of the bonfire as well. “I hope they beat some common sense onto you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Jay, but that’s not gonna happen anytime soon,” Jazz shook her head. “They share a brain cell and sometimes they feed each other’s bad ideas.”

Before Danny could defend what Tim assumed were perfectly fine ideas (like using his powers to propel a floaty and crash into the ocean at breakneck speeds), a new voice joined the conversation.

“Oh my God.”

They turned, finding Damian, Dick, Cass, Alfred and Bruce carrying the pizza boxes that were for dinner, their eyes roaming over the picture they made and coming to the correct conclusions.

Damian didn’t look pleased, but decided to ignore them all and sit on the other side of the bonfire and start eating his vegetarian pizza in peace.

“B, I think the family just got bigger,” the eldest brother whispered to his father, but everyone heard him.

“Indeed.” Bruce's tone was controlled, as if he knew the kind of madness that was in store in his future.

[malfoys-demigod]

The One Where Chandler Takes You In

Chandler x F!Reader

Summary: Chandler lets you sleep in his and Joey's apartment after you had to evacuate yours. Chandler's genuine and over-the-top kindness results in confessing his feelings for you.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: My first Friends fic and it's on Chandler! I hope you like it!

Tag: @bellarkeselection

There was a knock on the door.

“That must be Y/N.” Ross suggested, noticing the clock. So there were times when you’d be late for anything, such as Monica’s daily dinner. But to be two hours late? That was something new.

Monica stood up from her chair from the dining table and walked over to the door saying, “It’s about time you showed up-“

As the door opened, she was met with a messed-up version of yourself, with wet hair, wet clothes, tired eyes, and a self-depreciating smile on your face.

“Hi, everyone.” You greeted the gang, who looked at you with worry.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, what happened? Are you alright?” Monica gasped, wondering why you were all so relaxed despite looking the opposite.

You laughed at yourself as you entered the apartment, taking the empty seat beside Chandler, “As of tonight, I’m officially homeless! The entire apartment floor happened to have some caught fire. I wasn’t really aware of this until there was water sprinkling over me like crazy from the ceiling. There wasn’t any fire from my end but their sprinklers must’ve been jammed and continued pouring on my room until, well, everything started messing up my place. Hard-headed me didn’t leave the apartment without a few boxes of clothing and other necessary items so yeah, that’s why I look like I showered with my clothes on.”

“That’s terrible, Y/N!” Rachel said in despair, “Where are all your boxes then?”

You gestured to the outside of the apartment with your finger, “Just outside in the hall.” You said in a cool tone.

“How are you so calm about this? You literally have nowhere to go now!” Monica commented, wondering.

“The apartment company made arrangements for us apparently. I just have to call this number,” you said, withdrawing a piece of paper from your jacket and showing it to the gang, “And have them confirm where I’m staying for awhile.”

“Well why don’t you call them now?” Phoebe asked.

You shrugged, listening to her question. You stood up from the dining chair and headed over to the balcony, attempting to call the number.

After a few tries, nobody picked up. You weren’t having this. You turned around and went back inside, now irritated.

“Nobody picked up,” you announced, frowning.

Chandler, who wanted to be the first one with the proposition, proposed, “How about you stay with me, Y/N?” Then stuttered, “I mean with me and Joey? You know, we could take you in for as long as you want, you could take my bed and I could take the couch and it’ll be fine!”

There was a smile that grew on your face, heart melted from the kind gesture of your friend. You placed your hands on your heart, “Aw, Chan, sure, thanks. But I can’t let you take the couch.”

“Why don’t the two of you share the bed then?” Joey whispered to Ross, who chuckled like a child, which Rachel and Monica heard the both of them, rolling their eyes. They all may or may not have thought that Chandler had a thing for you.

“Hey, whatever floats your boat, Y/N,” he agreed, “Do you need help with the boxes?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

—

“Alright, and we’re all set!” Joey said, finally placing the couch into a couch bed.

“Thanks, Joe,” you said, patting him on the shoulder.

You turned around to see Chandler staring at the two of you from the kitchen, to which he started moving away from and towards you since he felt like a creep from the back, “Uh, I guess that’s it for the night. There’s a lot of water in the fridge if you’re thirsty, and if you really need anything, don’t hesitate to knock on my door, alright?”

“Yeah, thanks too, Chandler.”

Joey yawned as he stretched, looking a little tired now. “Well, I’m gonna head to bed. Night, Y/N.”

“Night, Joe!” You waved as he retreated to his bedroom.

Chandler gave you a small and shy wave, “I’ll get going too, see you, Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams, Chandler,” you said, smiling at him. He smiled, turned around, and headed to his room.

When everyone was gone, you tucked yourself into bed and closed your eyes shut with a smile, knowing that you’re being taken care of by your two good friends.

Sometime at 3am, Chandler woke up. He was quite thirsty, which was odd since it was in the middle of the night. He needed to satisfy his body, so he got out of bed and slowly made his way out of his room without making any sound.

As he made baby steps from his bedroom, his eyes darted to the couch-bed. Somehow, he wasn’t in the mood for water anymore. He was curious to check up on you.

He made his way over to you and found you looking like a sleeping beauty. You were dead asleep, but looking so graceful and at peace.

But he knew you could be feeling more comfortable if there was an upgrade to your sleeping situation. He did something he never thought of doing EVER.

He scooped you up from the couch-bed smoothly and made his way to his room. Like the gentleman he was, he placed you on the other side of his bed with ease, placing his blanket over you.

That should do it.

Then he made his way to his side of the bed and closed his eyes. He was at peace. Or at least thought he was.

Five minutes later, he felt your body near his. You were subconsciously snuggling with him, making him feel so flustered about him yet he felt happier.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He murmured to himself, then closed his eyes.

—

Joey woke up to an empty couch-bed as he made his way to get a glass of milk from the fridge. Hm. That was weird. You weren’t the type to wake up early and leave. Well, why would you leave? Your stuff was here. Well, you could be at Monica’s for breakfast but again, it was too early.

An idea popped up in his head. He smiled at himself, hoping he was right. He tip-toed over to Chandler’s door, opening the knob slowly and pushing the door quietly to see you and Chandler, in the same bed together.

He noticed how your arm was spooning over his waist, as his hand was over yours. The both of you look so at peace and so comfortable that Joey wanted to take a picture of you two.

He couldn’t contain himself. Oh man, he had to tell the rest of the gang.

He slowly closed the door and rushed to Monica’s.

—

“YOU WOULD NOT GUESS WHAT GLORIOUS THING HAPPENED OVER AT MY PLACE!” Joey announced himself in a loud tone.

Phoebe, Ross, Monica, and Rachel looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Phoebe guessed, “You had sex with a girl!”

Joey pointed at her, “Good guess, but no!”

“Well, spit it out, Joey!” Monica demanded, now curious since it wasn’t that.

Joey sat in the dining chair with excitement over his jazz hands, “Okay,” he started, “Y/N started her night with sleeping on the couch-bed, right? Then when I woke up, she wasn’t there. So I checked over at Chandler’s room and SHE WAS SPOONING HIM! Oh man, they just looked so cute together, you know, especially with how Chandler likes her, and even his hand was over hers!”

Around the dining table, everyone’s faces became in awe, as they were surprised it finally happened - something between you and Chandler. Rachel’s opened mouth turned into a proud smile, clapping her hands together with joy, “Well that’s just great! I’m so glad something finally happened. Would you know if she went over to him or if he brought her over to his bed?”

Shrugging, Joey shook his head with no answer, “Nah, but I bet he made the first move. I can tell.”

“Well, are they still asleep?” Ross asked

“They should be awake in a few minutes probably,” Joey replied.

—

Over at Chandler and Joey’s apartment, you and Chandler had just woken up at the same time.

As your eyes started to open, you noticed that your surroundings seemed different. You sat up, quickly turning to the side to see Chandler flashing a small, awkward smile at you.

“Oh, Chan,” you said, as your heart was racing, “Did I sleepwalk or something over to your bedroom?”

Chandler sat up properly now, stroking his hair with a small laugh released from his system, “Uh, no,” he replied, “As a matter of fact I carried you to my bed last night since I figured you’d feel more comfortable here. I hope that was alright.”

“Oh, yeah,” you blushed, appreciating his gesture, “It was comfortable, thank you.”

“Of course,” Chandler replied, smiling.

You then looked away casually, not knowing where this conversation could now lead since there was a potential of it becoming dry sooner or later. There was one thing that you wanted to ask though, now that Chandler had done something out of the ordinary for you.

You looked back at him, feeling a bit stunned since he was staring at you this entire time. He then jittered and started murmuring things that you interrupted by shooting the question, “Chan?”

“Yes, Y/N?” He instantly replied, feeling saved from embarrassing himself even more.

Gulping since this may or may not have been an out-of-the-blue question, “I’m just curious but why would you do this for me?”

“Carrying you over to my bed?” He bluntly asked, raising his eyebrow. You shook your head, “No, I mean yes, but everything on top of that, you know - taking me in. I mean, I know Joey wouldn’t carry me over to his bed or quickly be willing to take me in. Either of the girls would’ve done that but you stepped in so genuinely. How come?”

Chandler looked down, feeling guilty but embarrassed at the same time. He started scratching the back of his head, knowing that it had to come out sooner or later.

“I guess it’s because I-I like you, Y/N,” he confessed, looking up to see your reaction with a hint of fear and anticipation in his face, “And you don’t have to reciprocate if you don’t feel the same way but I’d kinda do anything for you whether you like me back or not.”

You were internally gushing so hard that your heart started beating even faster, seeing how Chandler was basically giving you heart eyes right about now. You placed a hand over his shoulder, and another over your chest with a fluttering feeling, “Oh, Chandler, believe it or not, but I like you too actually,” you confessed back with a blush on your cheeks.

There was a wave of relief and happiness that came from Chandler’s body, as he exhaled with pure joy, “Oh boy, really?” He asked, laughing.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I was probably just better at hiding it, but yeah, I like you Chan. I wished I started the night last night in bed already with you,” you teased. He smirked, gaining confidence to kiss you on the cheek as he said, “We can make up for that and stay in bed for as long as we want instead.”

“What about the gang?” You asked genuinely. He shook his head and threw a hand gesture saying, “Nah, I think Joey can take a hint and should be over there without us right now."

“Alright, I like the sound of that,” you said, laying your head back on the pillow, which Chandler imitated, as the two of you started getting cozied up again.

“As do I.”