#ill come back later to have fun with my bfs

[misojunnie]

KEROSENE 𖣂

there’s a fine line between delusion and reality.

jake sim was your boyfriend. park sunghoon was your best friend. neither knew about each other. you weren’t sure where your heart belonged, and you watch as your life begins to tear in half from the secrecy and guilt. but just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, an earth-shattering secret changes everything.

pairing: bf!jake vs. bsf!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: psychological thriller, horror, love triangle (kinda… you’ll see)

warnings: violence/death, heavily implied mental illness, very psychological, cheating (?) ig, kinda hoon focused….(sorry), enha’s personalities and backstories are not a reflection of reality, it’s just a story

featuring: enhypen

playlist: it was only a dream by joey quinones, S.D.O.S by alex g, back to black by amy winehouse, somebody that I used to know by gotye, I was only temporary by my head is empty, only you (and you alone) by the platters

word count: 9.9k

taglist ! @enhacolor @jwnghyuns @adoredbyjay @theothernads @firstclassjaylee @dollschan @enreveriee @surrik-i @jwonistic @laurradoesloveu @laylasbunbunny @tmtxtf @shixna606 @kumiwon @heeaxvhhoon

network tags: @kflixnet @k-vanity @k-radio @enhypennetwork

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a/n: hello yall! sorry these fics are taking so long,,,pls still look forward to more, I got a couple lined up! and p.s., look for foreshadowing in this one ;) there’s lots of hints leading up to the plot twist! <3

The flames burned bright, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the crackling fire. The yellow and orange flames flashed like rubies, licking the dark sky, illuminating the beach as you watched them burn. It was like a dance, the way the fire swayed in the wind.

“You okay?” a voice broke you out of your trance as Jake planted a kiss on your cheek. You snapped out of it, smiling up at him as he reached for your hand, clasping it gently in his. He sat down on the sand beside you.

Jake Sim. A year older than you, the sweetest boy you had met in your entire life. He had sparkling eyes full of youth, a smile that could make angels sing, and a calmer temperament than anyone you’d seen in your 20 years of age. You were lucky enough to call him your boyfriend.

You had always been a rather quiet person, but Jake was the opposite. Talkative and popular, he had a seemingly endless amount of friends, many of which threw parties like the one you were at tonight. You grew to enjoy the nights spent at bonfires, house parties, the various celebrations Jake invited you to.

Many people thought you were polar opposites, but that was what made you perfect for each other. You didn’t make friends easily, but he was happy to share his. He wasn’t very emotional, but you didn’t mind coaxing him into confessing what he was feeling. He helped you come out of your shell, you helped him learn to love the peaceful moments. After all, they say opposites attract. And that was certainly true for you.

You had only been dating for a year and a half, but all your friends told you he was the one. And you were beginning to really believe it.

“I’m good.” you replied sweetly. You and Jake’s friends were laughing and dancing boisterously, but you didn’t feel like joining in on the fun. The fire was giving you plenty of company, and an unsettling feeling was creeping into your heart. Maybe it was the Halloween season, or maybe your doubts went deeper than that.

“I’ll sit with you then.” Jake offered kindly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, and you leaned into him gratefully.

You were in love with Jake, you knew that. He was the first thing you thought of in the morning and the last at night, the main topic of all your conversations. He was sweet, thoughtful, smart, funny, and had every quality you ever wanted from a boyfriend. He was perfect, yet somehow, this didn’t feel right. Six months later, and you were beginning to have doubts. You had doubts in all of your past relationships, but none of them were as good as this one. Despite that, something was off. You could feel it.

For now, you tried to put it behind you, letting the fire and Jake’s warm touch comfort you as you watched the dancing flames.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

It was Sunday morning. You were looking forward to a day of no classes, and some alone time. While you loved being with Jake, you had spent everyday together for the past two weeks, and you were craving a little time to yourself.

It was a bit of a drive, but you suddenly wanted to go to your favorite bakery, picking up a fresh baguette to bring home, plus a few pastries for yourself. After that, you visited a nearby park, sitting on a bench alone.

You let the fresh air revitalize you, your hair floating in the breeze. There was hardly anyone in the park, the locals deterred by the fog and biting cold, but you had always enjoyed gloomy weather. You took a croissant out of the ribbon wrapped box, taking a bite and relishing in the peaceful feeling of being alone.

You closed your eyes briefly, and when you opened them, you were put out to discover someone standing before you.

He was extraordinarily good looking; it was the first thing you noticed about him. With his kind eyes, tall stature, and silky dark hair, he looked like an angel appearing out of the fog. He was standing a couple of feet away from the bench you were sitting at, looking at you directly with a soft smile.

“Oh,” you said, startled. “Hi.” You weren’t sure if you were supposed to address him, but he was clearly waiting to say something to you.

“Hi,” he replied. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just liked your shirt.” You looked down at yourself, completely forgetting about your ripped tee. You noticed his neat grey sweater and ironed jeans, wearing a thin silver chain around his neck, and you grew suddenly embarrassed about your messy outfit. He smelled of lilies and fresh paper, the kind of scent that came from a cologne but seemed to be natural.

“You like Amy Winehouse?” you asked, and he nodded excitedly.

“Love her. Valerie was my top song for like, three years in a row.” He seemed eager to share his love of jazz music, and if you were a little more of a senseless person, you could’ve fallen in love right then and there.

“What are the odds?” you said, not sure how to respond. He smiled. Then he held out his hand.

“I’m Sunghoon.” You laughed at the odd gesture, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, and his hands were warm.

“Nice to meet you, Sunghoon. I’m y/n.”

“Beautiful name.” he said kindly, and you blushed, which you would never admit. You were hoping this nice stranger only had friendly intentions; if not, you’d have to tell him to go away, and you were beginning to enjoy his sudden company. “Do you go to the college down the road?”

“No, I actually live in the next town over.” you nodded in the direction you had come from. “I just drove here to visit.”

“Alone?” you looked away in embarrassment, and he gestured to the bench. “Can I sit with you?” It was an odd request, and this was a total stranger, but he seemed nice enough. So you accepted, nodding your head. “So, what's so appealing about this little old town that you’d come all the way here?”

“My favorite bakery, and some much needed alone time.” you admitted, and he raised a brow. “I don’t get much time to myself these days.”

“That’s unfortunate. I have the opposite problem.” he said jokingly, and you opened your box of pastries, removing another croissant.

“Well, you have a new friend now.” you handed it to him, and he looked at the offer in surprise, before accepting it with a wide smile.

“Thanks, y/n. I could use a friend right now.” You smiled in response.

It was shocking how easy it was to get along with Sunghoon. Most of the time, you were horribly averse to meeting strangers; you didn’t know how to act, what to say, what to do. But speaking with him was smooth, it felt as if you’d known each other for years. It was almost concerning how familiar he seemed.

At the end of your conversation, when your phone started flooding with texts from Jake, you took your leave. You offered your number to continue talking, but he told you with regret that he didn’t own a phone, a rare and oddly endearing quality. You accepted, standing to walk away.

“Y/n!” he called after you, just as you were about to leave. You turned around, and he waved at you with a smile, his dark hair blowing in the cold wind. “See you around, okay?” You smiled back, waving.

You didn’t know if you’d ever see this familiar stranger again, but you couldn’t help but hope you did. You had never felt a friendship bloom that quickly, and you didn’t want to let go of it. But you would have to leave it up to fate, hoping you would see Sunghoon again soon, wherever or whenever that may be.

You walked away in a significantly better mood, your box of pastries in your hand. As you got into your car, you noticed the ajar lid, reaching to close it, when your brows furrowed. You opened it, noticing that not a single croissant was missing. Not even the one you offered to him, the one you watched him eat as you chatted.

You blew it off, shutting the lid firmly and turning on your stereo, blasting Amy Winehouse as you drove home to your boyfriend.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Jake was taking you on a date. Between your busy schedules and booming social lives, it was infrequent that you had time for an actual date. Most of the time, your nights would end in cuddling sessions at your shared house, watching a movie or playing your favorite board games. But today, he had a late lunch reservation for your favorite fancy restaurant, and he insisted that you both dress up in your nicest clothes. You wondered if you had forgotten about an anniversary or event, but he assured you he just wanted to celebrate your relationship.

Sometimes, you wondered how you could’ve gotten this lucky.

You put on Jake’s favorite dress of yours, a red silk dress that reached just below your knees. You hadn’t found an event that suited it in a while, and you were excited to bring it out of retirement.

“You look beautiful.” Jake said, holding your hand as you walked through the streets together. You garnered a lot of attention, a couple as beautiful as you were. Passersby stared, whispering with envy at your youth and glamor.

“You’re being so sweet today.” you giggled, your fingers clutching a single red rose that Jake had brough you, one that matched your dress perfectly.

“We don’t go on fancy dates often.” He kissed your knuckles. “I wanted to make today special.” Your heart filled up with fire as you smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Your lipstick lingered there, and you considered wiping it off for a moment, before deciding not to. You thought it suited him.

You were actually happy. Finding joy in relationships had always been hard for you; your brain decided to shut them down somehow. Whether going ghost, shutting down, even firing off a quick apathetic text, you found a way to escape your happiness. You weren’t sure why. But you were finally ready to retire from being a heartbreaker; Jake was really the only one you needed.

From behind your boyfriend, you caught a flash of something familiar. The scent of lilies, a grey sweater, silky black hair.

You craned your neck to get a better look, Jake watching you in confusion as you waited for him to turn towards you. He glanced at something, his face turning just a couple of inches, and it was indeed Sunghoon. His sharp nose, wide eyes, you’d recognize that face anywhere, it was the one you were hoping to see for days on end.

Jake followed your gaze, turning back to you in puzzlement.

“What are you looking at?” Upon his words, you shook yourself out of your trance, shaking your head with a smile.

“Oh, I just thought I saw someone I knew.” Jake nodded in relief, his grip on your hand growing a bit tighter as you continued to walk, Sunghoon left behind as the two of you fled the scene.

You wanted to reconnect with Sunghoon, but Jake was here, and he was more important to you. For now, you’d just have to hope that you’d see him again, in another time, another place.

As you walked away, Sunghoon turned around, his eyes following as you and Jake walked down the street, the red silk of your dress flashing under the afternoon sun.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Jake was paying the bill for your meal. By now, the sun was beginning to set, fading slowly behind the horizon as the sky grew pink and orange. You had stepped out of the restaurant for a smoke break, waiting for him as you lit a burning cigarette. The flame of your lighter danced in the wind, swaying side to side before you put it out. Jake was trying to convince you to quit smoking, but old habits die hard, and you were craving a moment of peace.

Your eyes landed on the sidewalk, watching the fall wind sweep golden leaves across the pavement as you took another drag.

“You’re a smoker?” You startled at the sound of a sudden voice, but that surprise melted into delight when you saw who spoke to you.

“Oh, Sunghoon! I didn’t think I’d see you again.” He shrugged in response, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Must be my lucky day.” he replied, a smile on his face, one that you mirrored. You reached down to put out your cigarette, but he waved for you to stop. “No need to stop. I don’t mind.”

“Are you a smoker?” you asked, bringing it to your lips for another drag, and he watched you do so, seeming indifferent to your question.

“Not quite. But I don’t mind if you do it in front of me.”

“Most people hate it.” you chuckled, finishing your cigarette and putting it out on the sole of your heeled shoes. “I suppose the smell is a bit off putting.”

“I disgaree. I like the smell of smoke. It’s relaxing.” Sunghoon shrugged, and a smile grew on your face as you crossed your arms.

“I agree.” You found that it was, yet again, incredibly easy to talk to him. You’d only met twice, but you and Sunghoon already had a lot in common. Your taste in music, pastries, and your partiality to cigarette smoke were only a few of your many interests you’d discussed that seemed strikingly similar.

“So, what are you dressed up for?” he asked, and you were reluctant to answer. “Seems like a special occasion.”

“I suppose it is.” you said mysteriously, and he smiled. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Jake’s dusty blond hair through the glass window as he collected his coat from the back of his chair. “I gotta go. But it was nice talking to you, again.” Both of you chuckled at that, and he stepped back to allow you room as you walked back to the door of the restaraunt.

“See you around.” he said, reminiscent of the first time you met, a grin on his face that almost looked childlike with eagerness. You smiled.

“See you around.”

And for the second time, you prayed that you would see your new friend again.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

After your recent encounter, you began seeing Sunghoon everywhere. In an empty aisle at the grocery store, the street behind your college, even in the area near where you lived. At first you considered that he might be following you, your meetings were so random and frequent, but he confessed at random that he didn’t live in the next town over after all. He lived in your town, not disclosing where, but telling you he was seemingly very close.

You began to enjoy your interactions with him more and more, your friendship growing stronger every day. You told him your genuine thoughts, and he gave you genuine advice. You didn’t often feel comfortable sharing things about yourself with people, but he weaseled his way into your mind almost concerningly easily. Other than Jake, he was the only person you felt like you could truly be yourself around. It was unheard of for you, knowing someone for only a month and feeling this comfortable around it. But you quickly transformed from strangers to the closest of friends.

Today was one of the lazy days where the two of you would lounge on the grass on your front lawn, sipping on coffee to warm yourselves in the cold. Well, you did; Sunghoon wasn’t fond of coffee. You had never invited him inside your house, it seemed too intimate of a line to cross while you had a boyfriend, who wasn’t home at the moment.

A boyfriend you still hadn’t told him about. But he hadn’t asked, so you assumed it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Are you worrying about something?” Sunghoon asked, laying on his back in the dewy grass. You were reading a book beside him while he stared at the gray sky.

“How did you know?” you asked, bemused, and he chuckled.

“I know everything going on in your head.” You nudged him in the shoulder, and he rolled over playfully, turning to his stomach.

“Maybe.” you replied vaguely, and he sat up on his elbows.

“What are you worrying about?” You didn’t respond.

You wanted to tell him about Jake, you really did. It’s not like you were embarrassed, or you wanted to hide him. You loved Jake, you’d be proud to tell anyone that. But you had this creeping feeling that it would affect your friendship, that Sunghoon wouldn’t be fond of knowing about him. Not in a romantic sense, no, you knew Sunghoon had no feelings for you, just as you had none for him. It was just a sinking dread.

“It doesn’t matter.” he said after a minute, rolling back onto his back, looking up at the sky as the clouds moved through the mist. “I bet I already know.”

“And why would you know?” you asked, your voice amused as you turned the page of your book. He grinned, but you didn’t see it.

“I told you. I know everything going on in your head.”

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

You were acting differently, and Jake could tell from a mile away.

He knew you, and he knew your heart. He could tell when something was bothering you, when you were unusually excited, he detected every minor shift of emotion. But lately, he couldn’t put his finger on what was happening.

You were spending less time with him. You used to be one of those inseparable couples that spent all their time together, but now you were ditching him for study sessions, meetings with friends, excessive alone time. You barely shared things with him anymore; it was like your emotions were all dried up by the time you got home. You were affectionate, but it seemed thoughtless. Jake didn’t want to pry into your business, but he knew he had to find out the cause of your sudden change.

Because not only did Jake know when your emotions changed, he also knew when you were lying to him.

You had just left for a day to yourself, and Jake grabbed his keys from the coffee table, running to his car once he knew you had left for certain. He didn’t want to follow you, that was for certain, but he was terrified that the secret you were keeping from him was big. Maybe as big as infidelity.

His old car crept around the corner, slowly following you from the back of the empty street as you walked. Your headphones were in, and he prayed you wouldn’t turn back and recognize his car. The pit in his stomach grew enormously when you turned the corner, heading towards the busier streets. He followed.

Jake parked, watching with suspicion as you walked into a busy coffee shop. He leaned over the wheel from across the street, squinting his eyes to make you out from the crowd as you sat down at a small table, your coffee table.

He stayed there for nearly an hour, just watching. Waiting for someone to come meet you, a man, as he feared. But nobody came, just you alone at that small table, sipping your coffee.

He sighed, turning his car back on, a flood of relief and guilt consuming him as he pulled out of his spot, heading back home. Maybe you weren’t cheating, maybe you weren’t lying to him. He drove back home, his knuckles blanching as he gripped the wheel tightly, turning back onto your street.

But despite his relief, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

It was day 365 of knowing Park Sunghoon. The year had gone by in a flash, but it seemed almost too short. To you, it felt like you had known Sunghoon your entire life.

You spent a lot of time together. Attempting to fit him and Jake into your schedule proportionately had proven to be hard, but Sunghoon always managed to show up when you least expected it, yet exactly when you were thinking about him. Sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind, he knew you so well.

365 days had passed, and he began feeling more like your best friend with every day.

Today, you were at the park you first met at. Coincidentally, you had happened to be craving your favorite croissants, and Sunghoon, who conveniently showed up to your dorm just beforehand, had come with you. Now, you were sitting on a park bench, croissants in hand, eating and chatting as the sun began to set.

Dozens of people walked by, but they didn’t seem to pay any attention to either of you. As you watched a pair of twenty-something girls walk past, you wondered why girls never noticed your exceptionally handsome best friend. Maybe getting a girlfriend would be good for him. You wanted him to experience the same happiness that you had with Jake, who you were realizing you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Why don’t girls ever notice you?” you said without thinking, and Sunghoon snorted, setting down his croissant.

“Gee, thanks.”

“That’s not how I meant it.” you said defensively, and he smiled in amusement. “I mean, you’re tall, handsome, sweet. Girls should be all over you.”

“Well, you’re not.”

“That’s different.” you said cynically. “I’m your best friend.” He looked at you seriously, and you shrugged. “What?”

“Nobody knows I exist except for you.” You met his serious gaze, before laughing, and he smiled in response.

“You’re so weird.”

“I’m totally serious. Nobody notices me but you.” It was a strange thing to hear, but it was seemingly true. When you were with Sunghoon, nobody really seemed to notice him, to even see him. He was enormously skilled at fading into the background, going unnoticed by passersby. As he had told you, you were the only friend he had, which only made him more endearing in your mind. You had always had issues making friends, and with your main company being your outgoing boyfriend, it was nice to know someone who went through the same struggle.

Sunghoon was Jake’s complete opposite; he was much more like you. His dark hair contrasted Jake’s dusty blond. He was calm and quiet with a strange sense of humor, not constantly joyous and amused like Jake. In moments when Jake would’ve laughed, he frowned. When Jake would’ve frowned, he laughed.

“And why is that?” you finally replied, and he smiled mysteriously.

“That’s for you to find out.” You snorted, shouldering your bag as you got to your feet, brushing off your pants. “Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I should start heading home.” you said, checking the time on your watch and disappointed to see it was 7:45. You had plans with Jake at 7:30, and he wasn’t going to be pleased if you were any later than you already were. “Do you need a ride?” Sunghoon shook his head, leaning back against the bench as he looked up at you.

“No. I’ll make my way home.” You cocked your head at him, chuckling as you turned around, waving him goodbye.

“Suit yourself.” you said, and he waved at you as you walked down the street towards your parked car, a few blocks away, eager to get home to Jake before you miss more of your quality time. As you walked, you turned suddenly, gazing down the street at the park bench you had been just a moment before.

Sunghoon was gone.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

“You’re late.” Jake grumbled as you met him outside your home, a sheepish grin on your face. His hands were on his hips, but his disgruntled attitude faded when you pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, and he rested his hands on your waist. “What took you so long.”

“I got caught up with a friend. I hope I’m not too late.” you said, and he smiled, taking your hand as he led you down the driveway onto the sidewalk.

“Better late than never. Ready to go?” you nodded, and you began to walk, heading towards your favorite diner. You both had cars, but you preferred to walk. It allowed for more talking, more eye contact, more intimacy. It felt more real.

“You look really handsome today.” you said, pressing a hand against Jake’s cheek as he immediately grew warm at your compliment. Two years after you’d started dating, and sometimes you still made him feel like a schoolboy with a crush. He smiled with lovesickness.

“Mm, really?”

“Really.” you said, and he pressed a kiss to your lips, your hands swinging together in unison as you held them all the way to the middle of town.

You knew you loved each other, more than anything in the world. And virtually nothing could make you doubt that, or doubt each other. But what you didn’t know was that someone was watching you.

Sunghoon stared unrelentingly as you and Jake walked together. He walked twenty paces behind or so, his footsteps silent, so soft that not even grass bent upon him stepping on it. He watched as you talked, laughed, kissed, reveled passionately in each other's love. It was enviable, he thought.

As you shifted onto busier streets, he followed. Not a single passerby or stranger turned to look at him, nobody noticed as he weaved intricately through the busy crowds, following you and Jake who stumbled through them clumsily. He went completely undetected by everyone, even by you and your boyfriend. He was right when he said nobody noticed him but you; outside of you, his existence meant absolutely nothing.

He watched from outside the diner as you and Jake sat by the windows, sharing a milkshake with two straws like the cliche you were. You assumed Sunghoon didn’t know about your boyfriend; in fact, you’d been purposefully keeping it from him. But of course he knew about your boyfriend, as well as his name, as well as everything else there was to know about him. Sunghoon knew everything about you, and that even included your cheesy, hopelessly romantic boyfriend. As you laughed at Jake’s milk mustache, you looked happier than you’d ever been. Sunghoon frowned.

He knew he had to shut down that happiness somehow, he just wasn’t sure how to. Yet.

He eventually grew tired of seeing you smiling at your boyfriend, sharing meals and stories as the two of you laughed. It began to rain, but the falling droplets never touched his head, and he turned around to walk back home, to wait for you.

To wait for the next time you called for him.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Burn.

Burn.

Burn.

Let it all burn.

You awoke with a start, sweat matting your hair to your forehead. You sat up in bed, wiping the sweat off your face, looking beside you, flooded with relief when Jake was sleeping beside you peacefully.

You were having a nightmare. Your house was on fire and it was raging, the flames seemingly reaching the heavens as it slowly burned to a crisp. The fire was pulling you in, and for a moment you almost walked inside the burning building, until you heard Jake screaming. You snapped out of whatever trance you were in, running to the front of the house where the sound was coming from. In your front yard, Jake was bleeding, pools of blood surrounding him as he went still. And standing above him was Sunghoon, a bloody smile on his face as he slowly turned to you.

The image of his evil expression was burned into your memory, and you shook your head, carding a hand through your hair as you checked the time on the clock. It was 3:00 in the morning, but you knew you couldn’t go back to bed.

You crept out of bed as quietly as you could, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend as you pulled a sweater over your pajamas, walking down the stairs as they creaked, the sounds muffled underneath your slippers.

The cold morning breeze bit at you as you stepped out the front door, careful to lock it behind you. You were hoping a walk and a cigarette would help to clear your mind and calm you down.

You weren’t the type to be freaked out by nightmares, but this one felt hauntingly real. You could feel the warmth of the fire as your house went up in flames, the pure fear as Jake’s screams rang through the empty night. You tried to ignore it, lighting a cigarette and propping it in the corner of your mouth as you wandered the streets.

In your mindless wandering, you found yourself at a grassy park, ten or so streets down from your house. Nobody was here at this hour, and you walked through the trees and playgrounds until you reached a grassy hill that contained a familiar face.

You raised a brow in surprise as you watched Sunghoon sitting at the top of the hill, his back resting against a tree as he read a book, flipping the pages casually.

“What are you doing here? It’s 3 am.” you called to him, taking a drag when he turned to look at you and smiled.

“I don’t sleep.” he replied, his attention shifting back to his book. You climbed the hill slowly, your cigarette propped in your mouth as your slippers grew stained with the green dewy grass.

“What are you, a vampire?” you joked, sitting down beside him when you reached the top. You were hesitant to talk to him after your dream, but you did regardless, his hand reaching out to take a hit from your cigarette, his smile just as vivid as it was in your nightmare. You tried to brush it off. It was just a dream, after all.

“Not a vampire, no.”

“What are you reading?” you asked, and he shut the book, showing you the cover.

“One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.” he replied, and you nodded at him, impressed as you took your cigarette back from his hands.

“Ken Kesey. Nice.” He shrugged.

“It’s interesting. The main character hallucinates all kinds of shit.” You snort.

“I’ve read it.” He smiled, tucking the book away behind him. That smile, which had once seemed so pure, seemed malicious through the lens of your dream.

“I know.” You both grow silent, the sound of burning ash and your breathing being the only sounds in the quiet morning. The two of you watched the grass sway in the wind, completely undisturbed by the presence of other people.

“We run into each other a lot.” you said finally, Sunghoon turning to look at you. You were pensive, your cigarette burning out in your hand until the ash reached your fingers, and you crumbled it in your hand. “Do you sometimes wonder if we can read each other’s minds?” Sunghoon leaned back, closing his eyes against the breeze.

“I’ve never wondered that. I’ve always known it.” You looked at him, your brows drawn as you nudged him with your elbow, him laughing in response.

“You’re pretty strange, you know.”

“You’re pretty strange too. That’s why we like each other.” You couldn’t argue with that, so you didn’t. You just leaned back against the trunk of the tree, your shoulders touching as you and Sunghoon sat in silence, watching the sun slowly rise in the horizon.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Jake was saying something to you, but you weren’t listening. Lately, you’d been having a hard time focusing on just about anything.

Your nightmare was persisting, coming back to haunt you every night. Ever since that first dream, your mind had been preoccupied with the image of that fire. The fear you felt in your dream crept up on you in your waking hours, the image of Sunghoon’s face burned into your eyes every time you closed them. And it certainly didn’t help that he’d been showing up more than usual, taking more of your time away from things that mattered, like the man in front of you.

You found that you were thinking about Sunghoon more than often. For the past year, he had been your best friend and nothing more, but now, you weren’t sure. His silky hair and mysterious smile kept you up at night, and the gleaming blood on his face as he smiled woke you up in the morning. There was something about him; you couldn’t explain it, but he drew you in just as strongly as that fire in your dream. And the guilt you felt for thinking about him so often was doing nothing to improve your mood, or your relationship.

“Y/n? Are you listening?” Jake asked frustratedly, snapping in your face. You came out of your trance, startling awake as you dropped the tea bag you were holding, the one that had been steeping in your tea for more than a couple minutes now. You threw it into the trash, your angry boyfriend following you as you sat down at the dining table. “I swear you don’t even listen to me anymore.”

“I’m trying to, Jake.” you said, running a hand through your hair. You didn’t even remember what you had been talking about, why he was mad at you in the first place.

“For the past week, you’ve barely spoken to me,” he said. Jake was rarely angry, almost never, but you could hear the resentment in his voice. “You don’t even look at him half the time when we’re together.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” You felt hazy.

“Where are you going at dawn every morning?” Your gaze snapped to him, and his eyes were filled with a flurry of emotion; hurt, anger, sadness. “Every morning, you wake up at 3:00 and leave. You think I haven’t noticed?”

“I’ve been having nightmares. They wake me up.” you dismissed him, taking a sip of your tea and finding it had grown cold during your argument.

“You’re not cheating on me?”

“God, no, Jake.” you said, rubbing your forehead in frustration. “I’m just…I’m just confused right now.”

“Then please, tell me what’s going on!” he said, gesticulating in annoyance. “You won’t even speak to me lately. We used to talk all the time.” You considered telling him about Sunghoon, but this was not the time, nor place. It would only make him angrier, and you hated fighting with Jake more than anything.

“I can’t have this conversation right now.”

“Well, when are we going to have it? I mean, do you even love me anymore? You’ve been avoiding me nonstop.”

The past you would’ve fled, would’ve told yourself that this wasn’t worth the conflict and decided to run. You were used to running, but you were tired of it. The new you loved Jake, and you would get through whatever was stopping your relationship, regardless of how hard it was. And you knew you were the one to blame.

“Of course I love you. I’m sorry.” you said, standing up and abandoning your tea on the table. “I’m just going through a weird spot right now, and it’s hard to explain.” You placed a hand on Jake’s face, and he immediately softened. “Soon, I’ll tell you everything. I promise. I’m just in my own head right now.” He put his hand over yours, smiling tightly but accepting what you said, despite how much it hurt his heart to see you struggle in silence.

“Okay. Okay, that’s fine.” He pressed a kiss onto your hand. “And next time you have nightmares, please, wake me up. I’m happy to keep you company in the morning when you can’t sleep.” You smiled, kissing his cheek as you released him, grabbing your mug of tea and dumping it in the sink.

“How did I get so lucky?” Jake grinned at that, walking with you to the kitchen just to hold your hand, walking you to the living room as the two of you cuddled up on the couch together.

You tried to put it out of your head, but something was off. That little, self-sabotaging part of your brain was screaming, begging to be released, and you knew that somehow, it would manifest itself eventually.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Burn.

Burn.

Let it all burn.

Flames were eating away at your bed, and you stood in the doorway as it burned. The fire consumed the walls, your house and all its belongings being consumed by golden flames licking the sky with their enormous size. You watched as your closet, then the bed sheets, then the clock on your nightstand table reading 3:00 am. The fire spread until your room was consumed whole. The house was burning down. And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Wake up!” a voice screamed, and you recognized it to be Jake’s through your trance. “Y/n, wake up!” You were confused, turning around to see him behind you, tugging at you, shaking your shoulders with vigor. There was desperation in his eyes, his eyebrows drawn as he shouted at you, desperately pulling, but you wouldn’t budge.

Shouldn’t he be dead by now? This wasn’t how the dream was supposed to go.

“Y/n, wake up!”

Something snapped, and suddenly you were awake, but the house kept burning. Wrathful fire ate away at the furniture and your bed, the walls beginning to collapse in on themself as the house moaned with the effort of keeping itself upright. The house shook, the walls caving in, Jake standing behind you in his pajamas, shocked awake, desperately trying to pull you away.

“Please, we have to get out! Now!”

“This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.” you murmured, still in a sleepy haze. “Am I dreaming?” But it didn’t seem like a dream, no, it was all too real. Your house was on fire, and you began to cry, tears streaming down your face as you stared at your burning bedroom, paralyzed with grief.

Jake pulled violently on your arm, leading you out of the bedroom and through the house. It was full of fire, your staircase burning the bottoms of your feet as you both ran to the front door, flames licking your skin until you finally made it outside.

“What just happened?” you asked, your voice trembling as you both watched your house burn down, the framework being the only thing left. The fire let out a roar, the roof creaking before it crashed in on itself, the walls crumpling to the floor. The flames ate at the grass, igniting your yard and everything around, the ravenous fire slowly spreading across the ground. Somehow, only your house was the one ignited. Nothing else. “How…how did this happen?”

“I don’t know.” Jake replied mournfully, and you began to cry, your shoulders shaking as sobs wracked through your body, and Jake held you close, tears running down his cheeks as well.

You both watched the house you had so dutifully loved, and the relationship you’d made inside of it, burn to the ground, turned to ash and dust. It was all lost. And you knew it had something to do with you, the dreams you’d been having.

Somehow, you had this creeping feeling that the man with the bloody smile, the man who haunted your dreams, was at fault.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

The police said the fire was likely due to a pilot light and an excess of gas, some logical, reasonable explanation, but you weren’t listening. Jake was nodding along to their long-winded speech, but you were staring off into the distance, eyes zoned out on the wall of the police station where you sat.

You felt Jake grasp your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin, but you were too enraged to even feel it. Sunghoon was at fault for this. You knew it. Your brain had been warning you, sending you fire-filled nightmares until they finally became reality. It was his fault. It was his fault.

And you were going to find him.

“Smoke break.” you muttered when your boyfriend and the police looked at you questioning, standing up in the middle of their explanation with your fists tightly clenched. You strode out, Jake covering for you, telling the police you were a smoker, you were stressed, all the things they wanted to hear. Their voices went silent as the door closed behind you and you walked right out of the station, not sure where you were going but knowing you’d run into him somewhere. You always did.

“Are you looking for me?” Sunghoon said, and you shrieked at the sound of his voice, startled. You had walked nearly five streets away, to that empty park you had seen him in just a couple of days previously, and there he was, sitting against the same tree at the top of the hill. You slowly walked up to him.

“Sunghoon.” your voice trembled as you spoke, with anger or fear, you weren’t sure. “Was it your fault?” He cocked his head at you, shutting his book.

“Was what my fault?” You shook your head at him.

“You know what I’m talking about. You always know. So tell me, was the fire your fault?” For a minute he didn’t respond, until his lips spread into a crooked grin, and you felt a shiver of fright run down your spine. You had never been scared of Sunghoon, not since you met him that day on the street, but now you felt pure fear when you looked into his eyes. That haunting smile had come to life, from your dreams into your reality, and although there was no blood, you could feel it in the way he looked at you.

“You ruined everything.” you said quietly, your shoulders trembling. “My house is gone. Burned to the ground.”

“C’mon, don’t tell me you actually cared about that house.” He stood, and you backed away from him, stumbling down the hill as he pressed towards you. “Or is it Jake that you’re really worried about?”

“What?”

“Don’t play games. I know about your boyfriend, I’ve known since the day we met.” You never told him about Jake, you were certain you had never slipped up.

“Have you been following me?” you asked, confused and frightened, and he smiled again, that same bloody smile.

“I don’t need to. I told you, I know everything about you.”

“I’m done with this. You’re crazy.” you said with finality, dizzy with rage and fear as you turned and walked away from him, your slow pace turning into a run as you sought to be as far from him as possible.

“No, I’m not. You are.” he called after you, but you didn’t hear it, running against the wind as the sun just began to come up, peeking over the cloudy horizon.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

You didn’t see Sunghoon for a while after that. You and Jake rented a studio apartment at the edge of town, it being the only thing you could afford after you lost all the money that was tied up in the house. You were both depressed, but at least you were together.

Sunghoon’s actions weighed heavy on your mind. You didn’t tell Jake that he was the one to blame for the fire, you were afraid of how he would react. If you revealed you had been keeping Sunghoon a secret for this long, he might blame you for the house burning down, and where would you go from there? You had already lost your best friend, and you weren’t willing to lose your boyfriend too.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Jake said quietly. He was sitting on the couch, head in his hands, as he usually did when he had nothing to distract him. “You’re keeping something from me.” You didn’t respond, because you knew he was right. You were keeping something from him, something enormous, and it was eating away at you. “You won’t talk, you’re smoking more than usual, you’re withdrawn-”

“My house just burnt down, Jake.”

“It was my house too.” he said sharply, and you didn’t reply. You could feel a distance growing between you and Jake, getting wider with every day, and you didn’t know how to fix it. You were desperate to resolve this issue, but how could you tell him that you were to blame for the fire being lit?

“Tell me about your nightmares.”

“What?’ you said, your brows lifting in surprise. He looked up at you, his eyes pleading with you for any kind of response, something he could work with.

“You said you were having nightmares. Tell me about them.”

You didn’t want to, not at all, it would make you have to explain everything to him. But you owed him that, so you sat beside him. And you told him.

“Our house burnt down in your dream? Every night?” he asked, in shock that you could’ve predicted what happened. “And I died?”

You swallowed down your guilt. You kept out the part where Sunghoon was the one to kill him, just saying he had died somehow, but lying to him out loud felt much more horrible than just keeping things from him.

“Yeah. I don’t know why, it just happened.” You expected him to yell, to blame you, to say anything, but he didn’t. He just nodded, like he understood, and you heaved a breath of relief.

“Okay. Okay, I get it.” He abruptly stood, grabbing his keys, and you looked at him with confusion. “I’m going on a drive to clear my head. I’ll be back.”

As he said it, he walked out the door, and you prayed that he was right, that he really was going to come back.

After all the occasions of lying to him, it was Jake’s turn to lie to you. He attemped to keep the wheel steady as he searched for a psychologist, anyone who might be able to give him an answer about what was going on with you. He felt guilty, but that guilt began to slowly disappear as he pulled into the garage of a towering building, walking into the lobby and attempting to find someone who could help him. The secretary led him into a white room, a man sitting at a desk who smiled at him warmly, a kind gesture he was happy to receive.

“Jake? Sit down.” the man said, and Jake sat. “I’m Dr. Yang, but you can call me Jungwon if that makes you more comfortable.”

Jake nodded nervously, looking around the room, scared of the stale, white appearance. It was frightening, an unfamiliar territory that felt foreign to him. He felt like he was selling you out, like he was putting your fate into the hands of another person, but he couldn’t help it. He knew he had to do something.

“So,” Dr. Yang said, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. Jake gulped with anticipation, a mix of fear and guilt running through his veins as the psychologist’s judging eyes landed on him, narrowed. “Tell me about your girlfriend.”

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

You were wandering around town, as you had often been doing. It’s not like you had anything better to do, with Jake busy and your mind distracting you from getting any work done. There was a flurry of thoughts running through your head, a synthetic blur of fire, blood, and everything you wanted to suppress. It was overwhelming you.

You were on an empty street. You found that lately you wanted to avoid running into other people. You didn’t want to hear their conversations, see their judging eyes, no, you wanted to be alone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Sunghoon said, and you nearly jumped in fright. His ability to seemingly come out of nowhere was jarring, and it was beginning to frighten you. Not only did he appear whenever you wanted to see him the least, he always knew exactly where you were. Every minute of the day, down to the exact location. How was that possible?

When you recognized him, you narrowed your eyes, turning away and walking as fast as you could. With long strides, he easily caught up to you.

“What? Are you ignoring me?

“I don’t want to see you ever again.” you spat back at him, and he seemed amused by your vitriolity, eyes crinkingly up into humorous crescents.

“Oh, don’t you get it?” he smiled, and you felt that same fear run up your spine, the fear you felt when you first confronted him about lighting the fire. With every day, he was becoming more like the man you saw in your dream and less like your best friend. “You can’t get rid of me.”

“Please, just go away.” you said, your angry voice tinged with desperation, pleading with him to leave you alone so you could return to the peaceful life you used to have, and for a moment, it looked like he almost pitied you.

“Why? Did I cause problems between you and Jake?” You whipped around, furious that he was still able to read your mind in moments like this.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“So I was right. I am causing issues between the two of you.” he seemed happy at the prospect of his meddling, and that only made you more concerned, watching the way his smile grew. “Exactly as I expected.”

“Stay away from him.”

“I can’t guarantee that.” He was the exact vision you saw in your dream, smiling with malice and hatred like you had never seen in a human face. You feared for Jake’s life. If Sunghoon had managed to make your fiery nightmare come to life, who was to say he wouldn’t kill Jake as well? Maybe your mind was trying to warn you about him, to tell you what he was going to do next.

“Please, don’t hurt him.”

“Don’t worry. If he dies, it won’t be me that kills him.” You didn’t understand what he was saying and you didn’t want to, so you walked away, refusing to speak as tears began running down your face. Luckily, this time he didn’t follow. You turned to see him staring at you, that smile on his face.

Maybe you were to blame, for blindly trusting a stranger. Sunghoon had managed to worm his way into your brain. He knew you inside out; your behavior, your thoughts, he almost knew you better than you knew yourself. He was living inside your mind. He had infected every part of your life, even your dreams, and you were suddenly wishing that you had never let him sit down next to you on that bench a year ago.

When you looked back at him again, he was gone.

You ran back to your apartment as quickly as you could, praying that Jake was back from his drive. You were relieved to see him safe and sound, sitting on the couch. But something was off; he was staring at the wall, completely silent, his eyes glazed as he clutched a half-empty beer in his hand.

“Jake?” He turned to the sound of your voice. “Is everything alright?” He didn’t respond for a minute, like his brain was processing your question.

“I’m fine.” he said after a moment, turning back to the wall, staring at the peeling wallpaper with rigor. Unable to turn his attention to you.

That night, you went to bed with a heavy heart and a buzzing brain. You were grateful to see that Jake had climbed into bed next to you as usual, but you were much too scared to sleep, no, you were afraid to even close your eyes. You watched the new clock beside your bed as the hours flew by, and suddenly it was 2:30 am. You still hadn’t fallen asleep.

You buried yourself further under the covers, Jake’s light snoring comforting you as you tried desperately to get to sleep. But your mind was racing. It was a flurry of images, most of them Sunghoon. You rolled over towards your bedside table, reaching for the bottle of sleeping pills your boyfriend had bought you in hopes of easing your vivid nightmares. You popped one in your mouth, swallowing it dry before you closed your eyes, praying for the sweet feeling of sleep.

As you drifted off, you stared into the image of Sunghoon’s bloody face carved into the back of your eyelids.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

You awoke with a start. The house was completely silent, no evidence of anything that could’ve woken you from your sleep, but you were on high alert. Your heart raced as you looked around the room, falling on the empty space next to you in bed. You immediately sat up in bed, searching the room with your eyes.

“Jake?” you whispered, and heard no response. You slowly got up, your feet padding softly across the floor as you came around the bed. As you stepped forward, you felt your skin grow wet. When you looked down, you were horrified to see the source.

Blood. Red and thick streaks of it running across the floor, leading from your bed to the door to your bedroom, which was slightly ajar. The door you remembered firmly shutting before you went to sleep.

Your heart felt like it was burning in your chest, buzzing with fear as you followed the trail of blood, a sob escaping you when you saw it ran down the staircase, and you clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Jake?” you said again, calling out for him, your voice breaking as it rang empty in the night. He didn’t reply. You dialled 119 on your phone, your hands shaking as it rang. “Hello?”

“119, what’s your emergency?” a voice answered on the other side, and you trembled, slowly descending the blood soaked stairs.

“There’s blood all over my house. I…I think someone killed my boyfriend.” you said, your voice cracking as you broke into a sob, clapping a hand over your mouth to silence yourself. “Please, please hurry.” You followed the blood further, a horrible, debilitating sense of deja vu striking you as it led to the front yard. You prayed this wasn’t true, that it was just another cruel dream, but it felt as real as anything.

“We’re sending units to your location. Stay where you are, we’ll be there soon.” You wanted to listen, to follow instructions, but you dropped your phone, the call ending when you saw what was waiting for you in the front yard.

The closer you got, the more you could see that it was Jake, laying in the grass, his mouth and eyes open in a silent plea. His right fist was clenched shut, and he was covered in blood, and you abandoned all caution to run to him, collapsing onto the ground, blood wetting your dress and your hands as you cradled him in your arms.

This couldn’t be true. You’d had this dream over and over, night after night, but you never thought it would become your reality. You felt like your entire world was shattering. You had lost Jake, you had lost him permanently, and it was all your fault, for welcoming a stranger.

“I told you.” Sunghoon said, his voice quiet as he stood behind you, watching you hold Jake’s body as you sobbed. You could barely address him, too concerned with grief. “I told you he’d die.”

“This is all your fault.” you said, your voice shaking with fear, anger, grief, all the emotions you could imagine were running through you at one time. “I never should’ve befriended you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have a choice.” Sunghoon said, kneeling next to you, his hands resting on his knees. The sound of sirens began to ring through the air, blue and red light shining across the street as cop cars pulled up in front of your house. “We didn’t meet that day. I’ve always been with you.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, but he didn’t respond.

He got to his feet, his eyes dark and filled with pity as police officers ran out of their cars and towards you, straight past Sunghoon. You pointed to him, eyes wild as they looked at you, then the direction of your finger.

“That’s him! He killed my boyfriend!”

“Ma’am, we’re going to need you to let go of the body.” They ignored you, prying Jake out of your hands. Sunghoon watched as they dragged you away from Jake, inspecting his body while you screamed at them, pleading with them to catch the killer, to arrest him for what he had done to your boyfriend. You still didn’t understand. It was almost pitiful.

You were still screaming and pleading when an officer approached you, a note in his hand, almost illegible through the sheen of blood that covered it.

“Are you y/n?” he asked, and you only cried harder, which seemed to confirm his question. He raised the note, displaying it to you, and you attempted to read it through your tears, your eyes going dry when you processed it.

Y/n killed me.

It was Jake’s handwriting, you knew it. After two years, you’d recognize his handwriting anywhere, the distinctive scribble, the way the letter y looped at the tail. Your heart felt like it would stop in your chest as the officer stared at you scrutinizingly.

“You’re under arrest.”

“What? No, you don’t understand.” you said desperately, struggling against the rough hands of the officer as he attempted to cuff you, wriggling desperately. “I didn’t kill him, Sunghoon did! He killed him!” you screamed, pointing at the dark haired man standing in the shadows, watching.

The more you looked at him, the more you realized that you didn’t know anything about him. Sunghoon always had the ability to read your mind, but you couldn’t name a single thing about him apart from what you had in common. Where did he live? What was his last name? What was his family like? Where did he go to school, where did he work? You couldn’t recall anything, and your eyes widened in terror as he stared at you from the sidewalk, casting no shadow on the pavement.

Then, he smiled, that bloody, horrible smile, the one that haunted you in every sleeping and waking moment.

“Sunghoon killed him!” you cried desperately, the officer staring in confusion at the empty space you were pointing to, the only thing in the silent night being the trees and bloody sidewalks. He turned back to you, and the next three words he spoke made you feel like you could die on the spot, you were so filled with dread and fear.

“Who is Sunghoon?”

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

back to the masterlist.

[antoncyng]

where you met riize ღ : ot7riize

.✧ bf!riize x fem!reader

.✧ note : first post , kinda nervous ^_^ sorry sungchans isn’t really first meeting, its more of a where you know him ;( i might continue his into a real story tho! wonbins: ft. ningning of aespa, chaewon of lesserafim, 02z of enhypen. sohees: ft. natty of kiss of life, yeji of itzy, xiaoting of kep1er.

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shotaro ; dance event

✪ the dancer shotaro is, of course you would meet him at something dance related! you were forced by a few friends to join them at a public dance event in your area, trying to convince you to finally get some public attention for your talent in dance! you get there and the event, and find out its a random kpop dance (if you dont know what that is, search it up on youtube! they’re fun to watch hehe) and get excited, silently thanking your friends for forcing you to come. while you’re having fun, the song “bite me” by enhypen comes on and you panic to find a partner for the choreography, but a boy catches your eye. his moves are sharp but smooth, and satisfying to watch, you’re mesmerized by his skill. you tap his shoulder as a sign to do the dance together, and he nods at you with a shining smile and a slight blush spread across his cheeks. the part comes and you make your way in front of him, re-enacting the female backup dancer in the choreography. you blush and get heated at the feeling of his hand on your waist while yours are laying on his chest, not noticing you’re in the middle of the group and people were cheering for you two. the chorus ended and you slipped away from him, blushing and walking back to your friends as the next song came on, not noticing he was staring at you for the rest of the event. after the event ended, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder and turned around, seeing the warming sight of the boy from bite me, smiling at you again with his ears reddened and cheeks flushed. “hey, you’re really good at dancing, do you mind if i.. get your number or instagram? if not its okay!” he said, sort of slurring his words in nervousness, his palms sweating. “yeah of course, you’re a really good dancer as well, i would love to get to know you” and the rest is a history of romance ~

eunseok ; bus stop

✪ after a long day of classes after classes, you finally got to go home. you walk to your regular bus stop, expecting to see the boy you see everyday, the man that you don’t even know but somehow makes your day just by seeing his presence. you make your way closer to the bus stop and see him standing there, earbuds in and a long trench coat over a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black button up over the t-shirt, his black backpack strapped on his shoulders. you’ve seen him around campus a few times, and you’re 80% sure he’s in your communications class, but never found the courage to talk to him. you walked to the stop, standing next to him about 2 medium-steps away, scrolling on your phone and trying not to pay much attention to him, not realizing he looked up at you and opened his mouth to speak. “you know your ears are red, right?” he said, sounding like a somewhat teasing manner, with a straight face. you looked up at him confused, humming in response. “hm? huh? oh, its just quite cold..” you said, trying not to slip out a stutter and hoping he doesn’t realize how nervous you were. he was so much more handsome when you guys made eye contact. he chuckled, revealing his smile to you for the first time. “sure, if your so cold, here take these.” he said, taking the fluffy earmuffs from his neck, stepping closer and putting then over your ears, making your face blush with a light pink. “return them to me in class tomorrow, okay? my bus is here, ill see you later y/n.” he said, with a smile as he waved and got on his bus, you couldn’t wait for the next day.

sungchan ; coworker/work

✪ your alarm rings through your ears, waking up and slamming your alarm clock and sitting up in bed, hearing your phone ring. you pick it up, still somewhat asleep and answer the call, your voice groggy from your recent awakening. “hello?” you said, waiting to hear a response from the other line. “y/n!!!! where are you?!?!! don’t tell me you slept in again, we’re on opening shift today bro!” you heard sungchans voice in a panic, affecting you to panic as well, turning around and look at the digital clock sitting on your side-table. 10:46. shit you mumbled to yourself, your shift started at 10. “fuck, i slept in again! cover for me sungchan, i’m on my way!!” you said, rushing out of bed and into your bathroom, hanging up on sungchan and getting ready. you finished getting ready, grabbing your bag and car keys, putting on your shoes and checking the time. 11:02. you rushed out the house and practically jumped into the driver seat, driving off from your driveway and towards the lunch restaurant, ‘semi;colon’ you worked at. rushing into the building, basically jogging back counter and looking for sungchan, finding him in the kitchen getting the pastries for display. “finally you’re here! hurry i need help, go make 2 iced americanos for here!!” sungchan said, placing the pastries on the table as you tied your apron. here comes another day of work..

wonbin ; hallway (crush)

✪ doing your makeup, putting on some extra blush, changing into your uniform, and rushing out the door, praying to god you don’t miss the school bus. you made it to your stop the second the bus got there, fixing your hair and getting on the bus after a few people, seeing your bestfriends and sitting with them. “before you say anything, come here. your bangs are messed up” winter said, fixing your bangs as soon as you sat down. “thanks. i can’t believe we’re almost done with the school year, what university are you guys going to?” you asked, looking at both your bestfriends for their response. “i dont know yet, i might go to sopa if i don’t pass the source music audition..” chaewon said, slightly unconfident but soon brings the mood back up with her smile. “i already know what winters gonna do, what about you yn?” she asked you. “i’m not sure yet either, i might go to sopa too.” you replied. TIME SKIP you guys talked the whole ride to school, not even noticing when you arrived, you suddenly got butterflies in your stomach as winter reminded you about your hallway crush, park wonbin. he was perfect in your eyes, he had the perfect smile, perfect nose, perfect face, everything about him seemed beautiful to you. you blushed even at the thought of him, not realizing chaewon was calling him and his friends over. “sunghoon, come over here and bring your friends!” she called out to one of the boys, turning around and revealing wonbin behind him as they walked over, wonbins eyes directing towards you. he seemed quiet, but popular especially with girls at your school. “hey, you’re yn right?” he asked you calmly, ignoring winter and chaewon talking to his other friends. “oh, yeah thats me, you’re wonbin.. correct?” you said, trying to find the fact you actually know him, and feeling your ears heat up and redden. “yeah, i just wanted to say i really enjoyed your presentation class the other day, you’re really smart,” he said with a slight chuckle, continuing his sentence. “i’ve been eyeing you for a while, do you mind if i.. catch your number..?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously while his face slowly flushed with a shade of pink, making you giggle. “yeah of course, i’ve always thought you were really cute.” you said, making him blush.

seunghan ; apartment neighbor

✪ 1:43 am. you heard it again, the sound of loud music and video game sounds, yelling, and laughing. your next door neighbor always did this around the same time every night, it slowly got to your breaking point. you sat up from your bed, sliding a hoodie over your t shirt and walking out of your room, grabbing your apartment keys and heading out, knocking on your neighbors door and waiting. feeling scared but annoyed, watching the handle of the door twist and the door open, revealing a tall, handsome boy who looked around your age, with gray sweatpants and a baggy navy blue tshirt that had the writing ‘RISE & REALIZE’. “can i help you?” the boy said, god his voice was soothing, it almost made all your annoyances slip away from your mind, but you snapped back into it and replied. “yeah, could you turn your tv and music down? sorry for bothering, i have work in the morning and i’m having trouble sleeping..” you said, fiddling with your sweater paws. “oh yeah of course, i’m so sorry i didn’t realize how loud it was.” he said calmly with a slight smile, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. “hey, if you ever need me to be quieter again you can just text me, so you don’t have to waste your time walking over here” he said, holding his phone in front of you as you giggled a little. “is this a way of flirting or are you serious?” you said, brightening the mood between you two. “possibly a chance of both, but maybe more on the flirting side.” he said with a big smile on his face as you grabbed the phone from his hand.

sohee ; cafe

✪ another day of classes, during lunch you and your friends decided to go to the new cafe that opened up near your campus. “look even the outside is cute!!!” xiaoting said, jumping small jumps up and down in excitement as the rest of you 3 laughed at her cuteness. you walked in, and your eyes automatically landed on one of the workers, his named tag said ‘SOHEE’ obviously assuming thats his name, you tapped your friends shoulders and whisper to them. “guys, that worker is really, really good looking..” you said, your eyes locked on him as he made drinks. “its your chance yn, maybe you should ask for his number!” natty said, hitting your shoulder excitingly. “i dont know natty, what if he has a girlfriend? what if he rejects me?” you said, unconfident. “you have to be kidding me, yn you’re so beautiful how could any guy reject you?” yeji said, fixing your hair and tucking one side behind your ear. “go shoot your shot, we’ll order after you.” yeji continued with a wink as she gently pushed you towards the counter, inhaling and exhaling deeply before making your way towards him, noticing hes already looking at you with a smile. “hi, what can i get for you today?” he said with a warm smile, feeling like his smile is the light of your day. “uh.. ill just take a iced caramel latte with extra caramel syrup” you said, smiling back at him as he wrote your order on a cup. “name for your order?” “yn.” you said, watching him write your name with a small smiley face.“also, sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but could i get your number..? im so sorry i just thought you were kinda.. cute..?” you said, your voice getting lower and can’t keep eye contact with the boy, hearing a small chuckle from him. “i can’t have my phone during my shifts, but ill write your number on a napkin and give it to me before you leave, ill text you tonight.” he said with a smile as you nodded, paying for your drink and going back to your friends to tell them. “order for yn!” you heard sohees voice from the counter, getting up from your table and walking to get your drink, passing him a napkin as you exchange for your drink. “ill text you later, see you around yn” he said with his last smile before you nodded and waved, leaving the cafe with your friends.

anton ; library

✪ textbook after textbook, checking the time on your phone after its felt like years of studying. 6:38 pm. you’ve been studying for finals/exams for the past 3 hours, tired out and on the verge of falling asleep, you decide to pack up and make your way back home. you pick up the textbook and walk to the shelf you got it from, taking out your bookmark and putting it away until.. boom! you felt a body hit against yours and suddenly you’re on the ground. “im so sorry, i wasnt watching where i was going.. are you alright?” you heard a soft spoken voice from above you, holding out a hand to help. you looked up and swear you’ve met an angel, this boy was gorgeous.. “yeah, im okay, thank you..” you said softly back, accepting his hand and standing up. “what’s your name? im new to the uni, so i dont know many people, or anybody at all really..” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “im yn, i can be your friend! whats your name?” you said, excited about your new friend. “anton, anton lee, lets be friends” he said with a smile and a nod, taking out his phone to get your number. “its getting late, i should start walking home, ill see you around?” you said to him after looking up from his phone, handing it back to him before he gently grabbed your wrist. “wait.. its dark out and pretty dangerous, ill walk you home..” he said nervously with a blush spreading across his cheeks. “oh really? oh thank you anton, i would really appreciate that” you said, smiling and grabbing your bag from the table you recently sat at, starting your long going conversation with anton as you two walked home together, feeling safe with each other’s presence.

- love, nini ・❥・

01/10/24 | PLEASE DONT STEAL!

[pennysno1fan]

MOCHI MAYHEM AU!!

Context: Lyric is my OC, he's Kieran's bf from Unova. Also, normally he replaces the protag in his regular universe, however in this universe Juliana is the protag.

COMIC/AU INFO UNDER THE CUT!!

This is an AU that's absolutely not canon to Lyric's universe, it's just an idea I had that I wanted to dump about for fun!

Basically, this is mochi mayhem, but serious. The mochi doesn't make people dance and scream "mochi" like in the canon. Instead, the mochi possesses people and let's pecharunt control their actions, somewhat their minds, and also it poisons them slowly. They can't remember faces/names when they're possessed. However, battling specific people will slowly get their memories back to them and help them get un-posessed as well.

The comic shows Kieran with Lyric, Penny, and Arven, when normally Juliana would be there too. That's because Juliana decided to stay behind to look for Nemona, who'd ran off, while Kieran went to check on Penny, Arven, and Lyric, who stayed in Mossui Town.

Later, after Penny, Arven, Nemona, Carmine, and Lyric get un-posessed, thanks to Kieran and Juliana, they're all extremely ill due to the poisonous mochi. The person affected the worst by this was Lyric, who had gotten double the amount of poison than the others in his mochi. It was almost like pecharunt wanted to posess him even more than the others. Anyways, this leads to Lyric dying two days later, and Kieran gets extremely depressed because of this (they're still boyfriends in this universe).

Additional fact: if Juliana weren't in this AU (since she would have ogerpon rather than Lyric), there would be a scene after the possession of Lyric, Penny, and Arven where Ogerpon comes out of it's ball and runs towards Kieran, clearly not a fan of possessed Lyric.

[scoonsalicious]

Heya hey mother pookie🩷 So here’s my thoughts.

Can’t stress this enough and will keep on saying it that Lebron is just…

It’s sad u know? just… sad! Idk how to explain but it’s sad that’s not pity. The closest word I can think of is pathetic. She’s pathetic but not to the point I feel sorry for her.

Honestly, if she wasn’t a bit cray2, delusional, obsessive, manipulative, a pick me, I would’ve actually feel bad for her but then she’s not

She’s a whole red flag and if Buckybaby doesn’t see that in the future, RIP his eyes and sanity but as said by Mother Pookie before, this Bucky is better and so I have faith in him. It’s just that his action might be later on than now bcs he always thought of Lebron as his friend only. Before he never been interested so hard in a dame before but now that he’s actually starting to fall in love with Major, he’s going to notice her delusionalism (this word doesn’t exist btw)

Btw Leechoney… what do you expect😭😫 Like… what? Ofc he’s going to lie to you bcs of your attitude. She’s acting as if Bucky is her boyfriend (i bet in her mind she thinks that). She’s going to confront Bucky the next day I tell ya. She’s not the type to back down too. I can imagine the shrill of her voice right now and it’s making me cringe. I bet she gunna stomp her feet like a child demanding Buckybaby to explain why he lie to her and who’s he with. She’s the type to use the ‘but I’m your bestfriend’ reason too, which is hella annoying. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes so hard it refuse to come back down, but it had too bcs I need to read the upcoming part.

Personally, it’s fun to read Lenovo’s POV. Imagine if Jade had one?! That would be cruel yet interesting😂 Reading the antagonist view has a different vibe because there will be a time where we don’t understand why they’re acting the way they are and in a sense of way, we’re psychologically interpreting/discussing their behaviour which is fun. I lurve it!!

Lastly, as usual, great writing, Happy mother’s day to your mama Pookie and others as well andd ofcc as usual, love you Mother Pookie🩷🩷🩷

PS// One of my cat is sick rn. Please pray that he’ll be better tomorrow (He’s not meowing as usual, wobbly wobbly too, these past few days the weather has been unexpected, changing between heavy rains then scorching hot in seconds, and i hope it’s not affecting him. This is why we need an actual cat as a doctor, like a cat doctor, not human doctor just so they could take care of other cats ASAP)

I feel like it's easy to put deLulu in the crazy bucket, but she's definitely motivated more by selfishness than by any kind of mental illness. She could have easily asked Bucky out at any point over the last four years. Who knows-- he might have said yes. She just kind of expected him to fall for her, so don't feel bad for her. She's been manipulating his relationships for a long time now.

She's definitely put Bucky in this quasi-boyfriend role, where she treats him like a bf and expects him to treat her like a gf, just minus the sexual/romantic element... for now (in her mind). She's used to being the only girl of significance in his life, and it's going to hit her hard when that changes. And it changes very, very soon.

Bucky will start seeing problems with the way she acts, but he won't necessarily put two and two together right away. Because, to him, the idea of a romantic relationship between him and her is just... so far out there. She is a friend; he's never, ever seen her as anything else. The idea has never crossed his mind. So, when trying to come up with motives for her behavior, jealousy will not be the first one to come to mind.

I think I would have been too terrified to have ever written a Jade POV. It would have been so scary in that head, lol.

[baekhvuns]

HIIII BAEKSSSSS I missed you 😔 how are you? Wsp? How's everything?

Man, I've been pretty peaceful I'd say..kinda idk. Maybe the calm before the storm but that's besides the point. I miss your work so so so much 🥹🥹🥹 like rlly, not wanting to pressurise you just GIRL RLLY MADE 2022 SUCH A GOOD EXPERIENCE.

Anyways I've been watching a ton of stuff ofc, found a new pakistani drama 😈😈 well it's kind of the same plot as u wld guess, but I like this one it's like if not a lot then a bit diff frm the same ass dynamic. It's like a first daughter x youngest son the fun part is it was supposed to be, first daughter x first son but he was a jerk and a red flag. So yes...it'd be fun, it's a silly dynamic imo ik for sure there are going to be a ton banters.

ALSO dude these asmr Rps be getting Outta hand 😭 Nah cz i cried. I CRIED. THE ANGST OHHHHH. Some asmr artists are just so fucking good like alanakamakwk i felt like I was in a movie.

Lemme tell u a bit abt it, so the concept was basically, an old bsf comes back into the listener's life not in a bad way or anything just cz the bsf lived farrrrr away.

"do you wanna see the new tattoo i got?"

LIKE OKAY and then we did trace them too and a while later the convo goes deep "i got this tattoo bcz u told me seven years ago, what you don't rmr?" And then he sort of reminisces over the old times

"and that day..I went home, and texted you how much I liked you. And wanted to hang out with you a bunch.."

"that didn't happen I never texted you."

BRO OMG OMG ONWKWJWKW IM TELLING YOU THE FREAKIN TENSION BW ME AND MY HEADPHONES.

And then the best part was the listeners bf calls who also used to be friends with the bsf, and goes "i love you."

In hopes of hearing it frm us too. "Dear...?" Silence.

NO CUZ IMAGINE STANDING IN FRONT OF SOMEONE U ACTUALLY LOVE AND U GOTTA SAY ILY TO YOUR BF WHAT??? OMG.

And then when he comes out to go run errands he talks to the bsf AKA THE ASMR ARTIST I TELL U HIS VOICE *melts*

"we'll see you right?"

"... farewell"

That's the visual representation of me I'm not even kidding. And....he just leaves. LIKE THAT?? WHAT ABOUT US AHHHH *dies*

Nah but yes, I've been obsessed now. At least it makes me feel something 😮‍💨

Ok also no way my old Bollywood obsession is dying anytime soon *listens to bol na halke halke*

Anyways bye bye baeks MAKE SURE TO TELL ME ABT YOURSELF HOW U DOING AND STUFF OK?? OK MWAH ILY 🤭

YOU SENT THIS LAST WEEK AND I JUST KIND OF LOGGED INFBWNDBSK SO SORRY

i hope you’re doing well!! i’m currently sick bc of a heatwave i caught at a wedding 🥰🥰

i’m glad you’re feeling peaceful! AND DHSKDHKW DONT MENTION IT FNDMSKC ITS BEEN 2 YEARS 😭😭😭 maybe my writing bug just dimmed LMFAOOOO haven’t been on here or read anything, ive been in my drafts just giggling and reading but never like posting or writing fbdndb but ive kind of, maybe wanting to write something for fall time which i’m not sure ill post but it’s got me smiling a bit!

WHAT IS THE SHOW TELL ME 🔫

omg i can never get behind asmr, i have this thing called misophonia, i just despise the way the arm sounds make my ears feel fmandksb i just feel triggered BUT U CRIED BC OF IT WHY 😭😭

u gotta send me the link of it bc the voice actor u say… 👁

does our bollywood obsession rly die 😭😭 the new tauba tauba got me going a bit crazy,,, heard the jannat bgm but sad version and iM OBSESSED WITH IT, it lowkey inspired me to think and write <3 got me giggling and imaging stuff <3 in my pillow fbwndbsj

[pansy-placebo]

I had a good day today! I'm always trying to write down good days, especially days as good as this, and since I don't have a proper diary atm Tumblr will have to do.

CW : brief sex and kink mentions

The Morning

I didn't sleep much or at all last night, so I've been quite tired throughout the day. However, it meant this was a rare day where I was awake earlier than my partner! So after basking in bed for... I guess all night? I went to cuddle him in his bed* :3 Then my boyfriend's bf (henceforth to be referred to as bf²) came over to cuddle as well. So we alternately ate breakfast and cuddled, they hooked up at some point; it was a really, really nice morning for everyone.

*yes, we sleep in different beds. No, it's not because we're old fashioned or hate eachother.

The House

They reminded me that bf² and his friends were moving in together today, and I wanted to join in with them and bf to see if I could help at all. Nobody expected me to help. Everyone's aware of my illness so I'd packed my bag with books, snacks, and a jacket if things got cold: things for chilling out in. At most, I was officially there on "Spider Duty" and nothing else: catching spiders for deeply arachnophobic bf² whenever one was spotted while the house was cleared for the friends to move in.

It was also a beautifully sunny day, which made any time we were outside for any reason just... lovely. There was some kerfuffle with collecting the needed cleaning supplies from people's houses, as well as the keys, but we got to the new house and had toured it well before noon.

While a friend (F) and I were only technically there on Spider Duty, we both ended up making ourselves useful. (I fully expected F was gonna just sit around and talk based on what I knew about them)

See, while most of the house was lovely, clean and warm, with windows for lots of natural light, the basement they'd been planning on converting into an "adult playroom" was filthy, the air thick with dust, humid and mildewy, and had some massive piles of mouldy rubble lying on the floor from previous construction.

F volunteered to sweep the floor of smaller pieces of rubble and dust, in preparation of The Bleach Soak to come much later. I ended up helping to clear the rubble by loading it into bags to be carried out, and I did a whole lot of it. I even carried on doing it after bf² left to attend arriving guests. Bf² was really pleased with the progress we all made together :) And I'm quite pleased with myself for doing literally any manual labour, given my condition. Also, I absolutely killed it during Spider Duty!!

When I was done, I had gross old plaster dust in my mouth, up my nose, and caked on me. I was completely drained of energy, my arms ached badly and my back was painful no matter how I stood.

I washed my hands, took some CBD gummies, sat in a comfy chair and waited for my back to hurt less while the guests were given a tour of the house. I hoped I could hang out a bit longer but I know my limits, so bf took me home and I pretty much immediately conked out on the couch.

I slowly awoke some hours later to the voices of people in room, and bf² put a Munna plush on me and saying "it'll clear your dreams :)" and I think the Munna fucking vacuum sucked the dreams out of my brain because I was instantly awake.

The original crew from moving house earlier (no guests) were there, and to watch Doctor Who! I'd forgotten it was Saturday

Anyway then I woke up, made some simple dinner, and we watched the BEST doctor who episode this season, if not one of the best of all time!! Obsessed. We laughed and joked and chatted afterwards, it was fun :)

I'm writing this now that they've all gone to continue working on the house, to move the rest of the rubble I and clean the basement and move their stuff. My arms and back still ache but I've had even more CBD and at least now I'm resting.

Anyway, it was a really fucking good day. I contributed, I enjoyed the outdoors, I saw a great doctor who episode and I got to chat with nice people. For me, a day can get no better :)

[poopersdoopers]

i just had a sanji head cannon from watching yuri on ice omg.

it goes back to him being a stern softdom HELP all my hopes and dreams realized.

definitely abo dynamics involved.

imagine being a twitch streamer. one of the top fem omega streamers.

you have been having a tough month, the last of your cycle about to hit for the end of the year:

- it makes your anxiety and depression worse

- mood swings become ten times more intense.

- and your cramping plus really irritable.

-so your alpha bf sanji suggests to stop streaming until you’re feeling better.

-you honestly could do it, after making a name for yourself and keeping your self afloat for years.

-the two of you are quite comfortable when it comes to finances as well.

-but instead, the stubborn defiant part of your brain says no!

-and another side of you wants to melt into the comfort of your alpha.

-and another side would miss your community so much? and what if your numbers drop? what if you become a failure and let down others —especially up and coming omegas.

-your anxiety spikes and your soreness is heightened by it, so you do what you do best and go against your bf’s wishes: streaming it is.

-asmr comfort stream: cute & funny clips to react to.

-comfort games like kirby, zelda, or fun indie games.

-you prop up the comfiest pillows in a makeshift nest and put a water heater on under your shirt so quell your cramps.

-normal fans account for your quietness and recount how your usual heats start around his time but they know not to comment on it, as it’s a sensitive topic and kind of tos to discuss.

-a tts alerts and alarms you goading about your alpha not keeping a watchful eye on you ..blah blah blah.

-your face goes red but instead of screaming or ranting as you usually would or just banning, you sit there and cry.

-something about it humiliates you and makes you feel weak, so you ask the mods to ban them and take the stream key.

-your alpha bf sanji walks in moments later, asking why you’re upset, kissing the top of your head, and rubbing your shoulders.

-he asks if your still feel achy? or sick. you don’t answer face in hands absolutely crushed. that’s when he notices the red camera light beeping.

-another tts goes off: pushing you further. telling them to ignore that sexless loser chatter, but it’s too late.

-sanji feels anger bubbling up in his chest, the need to protect but also make you submit and give into your heat at your pace.

-he lifts you into his arms, making sure to block your face from the audience, then sits in your makeshift nest pulling into you into his chest.

-“i thought we discussed you not streaming when you’re like this.i don’t want to show you off to everyone when you’re in *this*vulnerable.”he rubs circles into your back.

-your hiccups slow down, feeling your panic subside at his presence.

-you hide yourself completely into his neck and ask him if he’s going to punish you.

-he shakes his head no. “only if you want it because it’s what you need. it’s not really a punishment, it’s you letting yourself be settled.”

-you hug him closer, he now rubs circles into your hip, as if he can tell exactly where your back aches lie.

-“i think that’s the end of stream for a while, mods get rid of the vod. thanks everyone.”

-you nuzzle closer into his neck. he lifts you out of the chair-nest and into your bed, where you half began to make a nest before deciding to stream.

-you shiver beside yourself in fear.

-“you wanna tell me what happened”

-you shake your head no.

“you wanna tell me what you need?”,you would speak but your jaw was locked and you felt that familiar soreness wash over.

-“you wanna be settled?”

-you nodded. sanji grinned impossibly wide.

-“ill be whatever you need me to be right now. just tell me.”

-“alpha” he kissed the top of your feet, your ankles, down to your thighs. then slipped your shorts off in one fell swoop. you whined.

-“shhh…just let yourself be settled”, he grabbed your arm and locked it behind your back. marveling at how pliant you’d become but with a little fight left in you.

-then came the spanking and the tears. his hand firm and strong as if he float you off into that familiar headspace and take the reins of your mind. you tried to kick him off, not out of malice but out of fear of the desperate place you’ve always went to and some people looked down on your kind for it. sanji never did. he enjoyed settling you. he enjoyed your little routines. he loved seeing you all sweet and submissive. and he was always willing to give you more and more love under his careful embrace.

-he chides, telling you, you can run away almost you want and he’ll still love and fuck his sweet little omega 🏃🏾‍♀️(im coming sanji). he’ll hold you down and take all the fight until all you want is him.

-you eventually give into him, mind racing to one point: sanji sanji sanji. you can hear yourself mumbling his name under your breath.

-he’s in awe at how long it took you to settle, but full of desire -pupils drawn wide- at how you wither under his touch.

-after your bottom is properly red, he draws you back up for a big kiss, then it’s back into his lap, where you grind your wet pussy against his hardened cock.

-you’re still there not fully taken by the madness of heat, so he holds you close and watches you grind against him until you’ve had your filk. praising you endlessly.

-he cleans you up, taking extra care of your sore bottom, rubbing soothing lotion and massaging out kinks from your hips, back, and thighs. you feel the familiar need lessening a little, as he pulls your shorts back on and then presses your fully into him, his cheek rubbing against yours.

- “y/n ur so cute!!! i can’t believe it. even when your feisty and miserable, i can’t believe it”.

-typical sanji you rolled your eyes.

-he picks you up and you secure your legs around his waist, his freakish alpha strength keeping you secure with one arm.

-you watch as he grabs supplies between the kitchen, bathroom and main room. he then plops you down on the kitchen counter , you watch him cut up some fresh fruit for you to eat.

-you shake your head no at first. he looks around you sternly and you shiver, but still your stubbornness wins.

-“do i have to put you over my knee again, little girl?” his eyes sharpen.

-okay wow! you suddenly feel yourself floating away a bit, your bottom feel tighter, and you begin rubbing circles over your clit.

-sanji steels himself, kisses you once before throwing you over his shoulder and picking up the plate of fruit.

-suddenly you were in your alphas lap again, safe and sound as he fed you his food. this was sometimes the only way you’d eat during heats, in the comfort of his lap, and right off of his plate. you were truly as submissive as you were stubborn through and through.

-after you’d had your fill he decides to reward you by filling your hole with his cock. keeping it warm, before your heat really hits you. he kisses over you sensitive scent glands,forcing some of the sweetness out, before scenting you. enveloping you in the soothing scent of tobacco, vanilla, cinnamon, a little bit of thyme. it sometimes made your nose tickle and you giggled, wondering how your own sweet scent mixed with his warmness.

-he keeps you locked into place, before lifting your legs up and fucking your in a steady pace. you grab tightly onto his thighs and hold onto dear life. completely immobilized you couldn’t fuck back only beg for release and move further down into the fuzziness you’ve been fighting all day. he makes you cum 3 times, before knotting you and finally letting go of your legs. then placing a hand on your clit to draw more orgasms out of you as he pulses into your tight sweetness, milking him.

- “little one, you know i love you.”

- you were too far gone to even reply. but you tried anyway. “mmmm yeah”, you hiccuped at another pulse of cum coating your insides.

-his hand slowed down. “so why did you disobey me?”he growled.

-you tear up a little, “im sorry, alpha i thought i could handle it”.

-he sighed, “i understand why you do it and what you’re trying to prove to those shit heads out there. but why push yourself when you clearly do not feel well. i’m a little disappointed sweetheart.”

-“i have to keep working!”

-“you do not have to. not when you’re like this.”

-you wanted to pout, fight back, but ultimately he was right and you deflated. disappointed?

-you wanted to get up out of his lap and go stream just to prove a point to him and alphas everywhere that you were more than your secondary gender.

-but the knot between the two of you kept you there and normally you would love that, in fact it was your favorite thing to do at the end of the day.

-in the afterglow, cuddle closer to your lover, be praised endlessly and praise him back. you loved hearing how good you are for him. stare into your alpha’s pretty big eyes and melt. he would ask you about your day. you would ask him about the cafe he was planning on opening up soon, with his adopted father. you would listen to him talk for hours about his dreams, even when he’d gone soft and you were empty. just listening to him made you happy enough to just doze off. and you’d always wake up to kisses all over your face the next day.

-instead you were here fighting and it wasn’t fair because you weren’t in the right headspace and it felt like sanji was using your sensitive biology against you to win a war you didn’t know was waged.

-then it hit you…and you started crying from distress for real…all the anxiety and tension releasing from your brain at once. and sanji could feel it, sensing that he fucked up.

“we don’t have to talk about this right now. im sorry, my dear.”

“can you not criticize me when im like this? u already feel bad enough as it is , i can’t even control my body. do you know how much im trusting you right now to even do this?”

“you’re right, dear. i’m sorry. i did not intend tead to— “

“you intended to tell me what to do, framed it as a “suggestion” then shame me for wanting to work through my one weakness”.

he looks at you, understanding a little bit better what you are struggling with,

“you’re half right. my hind brain wanted to order you to submit. keep you locked on my knot the moment i saw you quiver this morning. but i knew it was your decision. but you ended up almost hurting yourself, to prove ?”

“that omegas aren’t weak during their heats.”

“baby you are vulnerable, please. you’re killing me.”

“don’t call me weak.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it. you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. but”

“but”

“but you need me just as much as i need you during my rut. it’s fine. it’s normal.”

“that’s so easy for you to say.”

“easy to say and even easier to practice doing instead of seeing my omega, my darling little princess work while in pain. or hear assholes speculate over our relationship and write it in a chat.”

you were stunned. he had known. and—

“i was watching to support your decision and i walked in to help you, not just control you like you were a helpless little child.”

you wanted to dig a hole and crawl away into it. be. buried by centuries of guilt.

“don’t run from me. don’t run from who you are, who we are *ever again*. i know it’s hard, harder than i could ever imagine understanding. but i can’t just sit there and watch you harm yourself.”

he wrapped an hand around your neck, lightly squeezing.

“what is if you went into full blown heat and those bastards got a hold of you? what if you went into subdrop? and beyond that the mental anguish you clearly feel being exploited by viewers?”

you gulpped.

“i couldn’t bare it. not as your alpha or lover or boyfriend but just as someone who cares deeply for you.”

he squeezed around your neck harder, before letting go.

“you’re mine. and im going to fuck that lesson into you until it’s understood. got it?”

“i’m yours alpha”.

“good girl”.

[that-cunning-witch]

As someone with PTSD, one of the things you have to deal with in life is that the amount of chronic stress and stress-related hormones coursing through your body will (most likely) impact you with chronic conditions and disabilities down the line.

I was in *middle school* when it all started. A bald spot on the back of my head, the size of a dime at first but quickly grew to the size of a quarter. I was lucky to have a lot of hair so I was able to cover it by constantly tussling my hair. But still, no one, especially a literal child, should have to go through shit like that. (Also it wasn't foolproof my bf at the time later admitted that he would sometimes see the bald spot on my head at school).

While I haven't had my alopecia resurface in years (thanks to proper medication and therapy and self-care to minimize long-term stress) I have the fear that it can very well come back at any day, any time.

Not to mention that when I was even *younger*, I'm talking in literal fucking *elementary school*, I was so stressed that I gained trichotillomania. First I ripped out all of my eyelashes and then my eyebrows. Kids made fun of me, saying that I shaved my eyebrows off.

Over a decade later, I yearn for full lashes and I deal with the fact that my eyebrows may never fully grow back. It's something I think about every day. To compensate, I've had to draw on my eyebrows (with makeup) for years. At first I wasn't good at it whatsoever and got teased relentlessly for it. But now I get compliments from well-intentioned people saying that my eyebrows look so good, how do I do them so well, not knowing that it wasn't a choice for me.

People think of alopecia and immediately picture a balding white man in his late 30s. People think of trichotillomania and immediately picture young white women in their 20s ripping out all of the hair on their heads a la "My Strange Addictions". And quite frankly, I'm sick of this being the only image associated with this literal chronic disease and stress response. And no, I'm not overstating alopecia by saying it's a chronic illness. Your immune system is attacking your hair follicles. That is a chronic condition.

I'm reblogging this to add my story in hopes that someone may read this and see that they're not alone. I'm a 20-year-old nonbinary being who has hair loss. We exist.

hair loss related to disability, and frankly hair loss unrelated to disability, needs to become less of a laughing matter and something to mock someone about.

[sierraaaz]

⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ diary 2

so the football game was canceled and moved to tomorrow because it was too hot today? idkr today was really boring, as usual i hungout with my friend and her boyfriend this morning... they literally left me behind when we were walking to class. i cant not hangout with them either because my friend wants me to hangout in the morning before school starts.. lunch was pretty fun because i saw my other friends and we hungout together, so that made my day a lot better. but my friend and her bf sat with us and they didnt really talk?? they kept going on there phones the whole time and then they left, saying they were going to walk around. then they came back and sat on a bench by us, i dont know why they didnt sit with us but whatever. then they left again and me and my friends left to go to class. we walked around, and this guy me and my friends had beef with last year walked past us, and we started laughing really loud... so sorry but also i still hate him so not really. also my friend keeps blowing me off to hangout with her boyfriend, we were going to a club meeting during lunch but we couldnt find it, and she talked about not invitng her bf because he didnt always need to come but then like a few minutes later she only talks to him and ignores me. it just kinda gets on my nerves a little, i dont know if i talked about this either but she blew me off this weekend to hang out with him, shes always talking about just us hanging out but then blows me off for him or invites him to every hangout and it feels like im third wheeling them every day and it just irritates me a lot. also she was complaining because they got into a argument a few weeks ago and he involved his mom in there private texts which makes me mad too because he always involves his mom, he even told her that his mom shaves his mustache for him 🤮i dont know what she sees in that man but she needs some glasses if shes going to keep ignoring his red flags.... and shes always talking about him which was okay at first when they first got together but now its sooo annoying because hes all i hear about everyday .... i dont want to be mean to her about it since shes sensitive but its getting super annoying. also im missing so many french assignments alreadt but im doing good in my AP class so i think that makes up for it. also sorry this entry is so long but i just have a lot to say. also im thinking about posting other things here too but im not sure about what yet?? ill update yall tomorrow after the football game

[emomanswhore]

the way that my wishes are coming true, for all my big mean bfs to come to life is crazy rn. all i gotta say is one thing— if y’all see me on the dash acting up for my man 🙏🏽 no you didn’t

[anonymous-ivplay]

An ongoing collection of the longest and/or most out-of-context tags on my blog, in no particular order:

[hoonhrt]

jake — as your boyfriend

jake shim on my mind 24/7 

this is the guy you wanna bring back home to your mom 

like he is the literally the type of bf your mom whines about getting 

the most gentlemen person to exist 

is so so so respectful :(( 

holds your bags when you guys go out, opens the door for you no matter where you are, pulls out the chair when you guys go out on dates at restaurants 

always asks for your permission before he goes to kiss you 

sometimes it isnt vocal, rather he looks at your lips and than back up to your eyes and waits for the okay (which you always give) 

SUCH SOFT KISSES :(((((( 

bby always laughs into the kiss 

loves kissing your hand too

like he’ll do it very romantically, holds his hand out to hold yours and then presses a kiss to it like a prince 

or he’ll be a little nervous about something so he intertwines his hands with yours and bring it up to his lips to kiss it :(( 

HE GETS SO SHY WHEN YOU KISS HIS CHEEK 

he gets beet red its the most adorable thing you will ever see 

loves head pats :(( idk its such a jake thing 

he just closes his eyes and melts into your hand as your softly pat his head 

i feel like jake is the type to be so selfless in a relationship 

you truly changed his life for the better and he wants to be able to show you this 24/7 however he can  

SENDS YOU GOOD MORNING AND GOODNIGHT TEXTS 

“good morning my love. have a great day today! i will call you later, i love you SOOOOOOOO much hehe <33″

sends you pics of sunghoon and jay off guard and you guys roast them together 

loves when you call him bubba or bub :((( makes me feel so soft inside 

LOVESS WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR 

just having your hand in his hair when you guys are doing something

again he melts into your hand and lets out a soft sigh 

cuddles up to you so close :(((

squishes his face into your chest and wraps his arms around your body 

thinks youre so soft and warm he never wants to let go 

he falls asleep very fast when he is with you 

will teach you how to skate!!

he will never make fun of you if you fall off the skateboard 

constantly tells you how proud he is of you 

WILL DEADASS CRY IF YOU GIVE HIM SOMETHING 

it can be something as small as like his favorite drink from the store and he’ll start tearing up 

and youre just staring at him like jake r u good 

and he just weakly smiles and nods (PLEASE THIS IS SO FUNNY) 

gets so worried when you tell him you are feeling ill 

will come over asap with everything you might need 

medicine, gingerale, warm foods

will wrap you up in a blanket burrito and take pictures of you 

ofc he makes them his lock screen 

gives you cuddles OFC 

he likes watching you sleep (not in a creepy way) 

but rather he is admiring you in your most vulnerable state and gets so happy that you can trust him like this 

puppy dog eyes whenever he wants anything 

literally anything

you say no to something? he pulls out his puppy dog eyes and youre already going to go do it 

JAKES SMILE IS MY FAVOURITE THING ABOUT HIM 

its just so so sweet and calming to look at 

you always take pictures of him off guard smiling its so adorable 

listens to you so well :(( he never wants to see you sad or stressed 

always offers his shoulder when you are crying 

he is very protective but rather instead of a jealous protective its more of sad protective  

he just doesnt wanna lose you so hes get sad over small things 

but communication is always key! he bring it up to you and you guys talk it out 

making your relationship with him much stronger 

WALKS WITH LAYLA 

he will call you late nights and be like hi come outside i have layla 

ofc u sprinted out the door 

you guys consider layla to be your child 

loves seeing you play with her :(( it makes him so happy seeing the 2 most important things in his life getting along together 

once he gets comfortable enough he will begin to open up more 

which makes you so happy as jake has always concealed his feelings 

will send you cute couple tik toks and be like “us” 

all in all, jake will give you his entire heart because you just mean that much to him 

pls i love jake so much i just want to hug him 

[jessicas-pi]

PLEASE tell me about Match Making, Mad Science, and Accidental Child Acquisition

I WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED TO.

I, uh, JUST replanned the whole thing, chapter-by-chapter, which means I don't have much of anything exactly written (but i have about 18 different scenes i'll be frankensteining into the fic later), so instead, how about I ramble aimlessly about it to you! Like a lot! (Ohhhh boy yeah this got long, i'm so sorry, i've just wanted to talk about this for such a long time and you gave me the chance i needed!)

There's four main plot threads, for the four main characters: Ahsoka, Barriss, Caleb, and Cal. But Ahsoka and Barriss's plots tie in to each other a little. (They also have separate stories but those are Spoilers for later in the fic.)

They're the Matchmaking part of the title! Barriss is 23, which in the medieval-ish setting, is kinda getting close to "old maid" territory. Ahsoka decides she needs to find this girl a handsome gentleman to sweep her off her feet. (Barriss is just fine without one, thank you very much!) And Ahsoka, with a little help from her brother Anakin, settles on objectively the WORST choice possible for a bf for barriss. Hijinks ensue.

(Ahsoka is also having fun breaking social etiquette and causing headaches for her bodyguard Rex, but i've talked about that before.)

Then there's Mad Science! That plot thread starts at the first grand ball of the year at Jedha Palace, when three unlikely friends meet. The first is Cal Kestis, a young Jedhan noble who loves botany. The second is Lady Merrin. She's a chemist, but her people are reclusive and the volcanic island of Dathomir is super creepy so there's plenty of rumors that she's a witch. And the third is Omega, Madame Se's ward, and a student of biology. They start a science club.

(I still haven't decided if I'm gonna ship cal and merrin in this, or if i'm not. like on the one hand i love a strong platonic friendship but on the other hand, if i DID ship them, then i could have a moment late in the fic where someone calls her a witch and he's just like HEY, SHE'S NOT A WITCH SHE'S MY WIFE, so. platonic friendship vs. princess bride reference. it's a tough call. I'm leaning towards the princess bride reference but i might change my mind.)

And FINALLY the part i know you're gonna love: the Accidental Child Acquisition!

So a year or two before the war ends—oh and by the way, i'm ignoring canon timelines and ages so some stuff is shuffled around—Hera and her brother are sent to jedha to be safe. there she meets Prince Dume and they go on a trip through the city, either pre-fic or in their first chapter together, and find Ezra, an orphan.

After the war ends, Hera leaves Jedha, only to come back, along with many guests from across the continent, for a post-war peace celebration. Ezra is DELIGHTED to see her again. he's also convinced that she's going to marry caleb and they're gonna adopt him (caleb's like haha i have no idea why he would think that it's not like he overheard me daydreaming or anything) and ezra is SO annoyed when he realizes they are not DOING THAT yet. So he decides he needs to help them speed things up a bit. He also befriends a mini mandalorian and then caleb and hera find that they have TWO children crashing their not-exactly-date-nights and falling into ponds and stealing pastries and dumping paint on people and wait when did they become PARENTS??

Oh, and Zeb is there! I promise I did not forget about Zeb! (He's the one getting paint dumped on him.)

(and ALL of that is just in the first 20% of the story. So much more happens!!! I won't spoil it, but there's murder mysteries and secret tunnels and that thing jane austen loved to do where a beloved character gets deathly ill and nearly dies and there's PALPATINE and there's a chapter named 'I have about twenty bazillion favorite tropes and Moment Killer is thirty-two of them' and there's—)

Ahem. So, yeah! That's Matchmaking, Mad Science, and Accidental Child Acquisition. I am so sorry i cannot shut up but THANK YOU FOR ASKING because I've wanted to ramble about it for SO LONG!!!

(Oh! Also! I have gone COMPLETELY wild with ALL the chapter titles and it was 100% inspired by you.)

[peachiimilquetea]

𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 boyfriend has never been too sexual of a guy... or so he thought

this authors note is gonna be a bit longer so bare with me pls. so this is the very first request im doing! woo! tysm to @m0chilattae ​ for this request it was so good and i had a lot fun fleshing it out! this is also my first scenario so its not gonna be in my usually bulleted format. I hope you guys like it and please let me know if you have any preferences for legibility or anything like that!

length: 2.6k

contains: sub!bf x dom!reader, afab/fem!reader, light b0ndage, edging, teasing, use of baby boy, use of miss/mistress, light degradation (m!receiving), face sitting/ oral (mostly r! receiving), light overstimulation (m! receiving), 69 technically?, vibe play

“wow you didn’t even flinch,” you murmured

you and your boyfriend sat on the couch cuddled up together, the dim light from the tv softly reflected on your faces. this movie almost was unbearably long, but he had insisted you had to see it and so here you were almost an hour later.

“what?”

you pulled your eyes away from the screen to look at your boyfriend.

“this woman is getting some of the best dick of her life on screen and you didn’t even miss a beat,” you giggled.

you weren’t even trying to be funny. the actress on screen let out an exaggerated moan as the man in front of her practically plowed into her, almost to prove your point. the scene wasn’t really your cup of tea but even you were a bit affected, feeling heat prick your skin as you watched the sex scene unfold.

your boyfriend, however, seemed extremely disinterested.

“hey can we skip this scene?” he asked and you grabbed the remote to fast forward.

the rest of the movie went pretty well. your boyfriend made a pretty good choice for this week’s movie night, but you were more focused on what he said earlier.

“babe?”

“hm?”

“so that scene really didn’t make you feel anything? not even a little stomach flutter?”

“nope,” he said popping the p for emphasis, “its just not my thing i guess.”

it wasn’t a secret in your relationship that your boyfriend had a significantly lower sex drive than you did. it was a running joke among his friends and he was almost notorious for not really being too interested in the cultural narrative of traditional sex.

you didn’t hold it against him of course, you loved him all the same and he even got you some toys for the times that he just wasn’t feeling it, but something was always off about his apathy towards getting down and dirty with you. there was, however, one thing you had not tried yet.

you were a switch, but you had never tried to turn the tables on your boyfriend. it could be the missing piece you thought, as you cleaned up the living room. as he took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them you made the executive decision to test your running theory

“you know, i think we should try something later this week,” you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

“yeah? something like what?” he turned off the water and sighed, leaning into your touch.

“hmmm its a surprise. but you do have to come up with a safeword for me.”

“ill think about it”

and thus your plan was set into motion.

on the days leading up to the finale of your master plan, you decided to start small with the teasing. you had never attempted to turn the tables on your boyfriend and you were extremely curious as to how things would go.

you had asked him to go out and pick up some things for dinner.

“im home!” he called and you directed him to the kitchen with his bags.

“i was just about to start cutting up veggies, so perfect timing babe. did you get the salmon i asked for?”

“yup! i got the last fillet.”

“good boy! you’re so helpful baby i was afraid there wouldn’t be any left”

your boyfriend paused mid-action as he processed what you had just said to him. he didn’t notice the way you were subtly taking note of how his face heated up slightly and how he began to fumble over his words just a little.

the pet name made his stomach do flips, but why was that? did he like that? he didn’t even know himself, but he pushed it down and continued to help you unpack the groceries and set up for your meal. 

the second time you teased him was when he was doing some work for school. he had managed to give himself a huge papercut and came out of his room to find you for help.

“what the hell happened?” you gasped as you saw the state of his finger. he would live but you had no idea how he managed to do this with one sheet of paper.

“s’just a papercut but it stings like crazy. do you have a bandaid?”

you hurried to get him fixed up so he could get right back to work,

“you have to be more careful, baby boy, you only get 10 fingers,” you smiled at him, knowing your words would have an effect on him again.

he sputtered, whatever he was going to say becoming a jumbled mess in his mouth at the casual way you called him baby boy. it was so natural for you, and it sounded so so good to his ears.

“what?” he croaked out, desperately hoping you would repeat yourself.

“are you feeling ok? you’re looking a bit flushed, babe. i just said you need to be more careful, how much blood did you lose?”

“n-not too much,” he ran a hand through his hair to subtly calm himself down, “it was just a paper cut.”

“well ok, if you need anything else you know where to find me.”

the smile in your voice was a new kind of torture to him. he didn’t even know he could feel so hot all the time, let alone from words alone.

you, on the other hand, were growing more and more excited as the days passed. the build-up would make the end of the week that much sweeter and you were determined to make it good for him.

the end of the week couldn’t come fast enough for the two of you. your boyfriend had never been this horny in your life and you had never been so ready to help him out.

as you gently adjusted the restraints around his wrists he felt all sorts of anticipation bubbling in his stomach. he didn’t know what you had planned but he was almost itching to find out. so much for not being too interested.

“do you remember the safe word?” you asked, tugging the chain to check its security to the bed.

“yes,” he breathed.

“good.”

you left the room to collect yourself and to give yourself the element of surprise. you had to make this a performance, and a damn good one at that.

giving yourself one last look over in the mirror, you stepped back into the room and put on your dominant demeanor. it felt good to be back after such a long time.

“you know,” you started, circling your boyfriend on the bed, “i almost feel silly for not picking up on this sooner.”

your boyfriend said nothing verbally, but his eyes followed you like a starved animal, mind holding onto every word you said for dear life. his mouth was so dry and he was so turned on.

“its funny really, i never did anything because i didn’t want to scare you. isn’t that ironic, baby?” you mused out loud, “the one thing you wanted all along has been here the whole time.”

he finally found his voice, asking, “and what’s that?”

you came closer to him, hooking your leg around his other side and sitting on top of him. you teasingly rubbed your hands all over his chest and stomach, reveling in how he squirmed for you made such small and cute sounds.

“you wanted someone to take control.”

he screwed his eyes shut and let out a low “fuck” at your words as you rubbed over his nipples lightly. he stared at your tits, desperately wanting to grope you back but being stopped by his restraints. 

he bucked in surprise when you pinched them, letting out a loud gasp and throwing his head to the side.

“awww, my baby boy is so sensitive,” you crooned and you swore you watched him die and go to heaven when you called him that.

“you like it when i call you a good boy?”

he groaned, nodding his head feverishly. you caressed his face and kissed him on the forehead, getting off his lap and getting out your box of toys from underneath the bed. it was time to really make him see stars

“as glad as i am that we’ve gotten to the root of your issue, you still need to be punished for not being truthful with me.”

“but _____ i didnt-”

“who?” you asked, voice turning icy in a split second, “you call me miss or mistress. do you understand?”

“yes miss,” he shivered.

“now, are you going to behave?” you asked, vibrator in hand.

he eyed the toy down but still nodded. you motioned for him to lift his hips up and got his pants off, leaving him in just his underwear strapped to your shared bed.

it was a sight you never thought you were going to see, so you savored it, drinking in his naked and flushed form, and really enjoying how antsy he got under your gaze. it was truly intoxicating.

“you always told me your sex drive was low, and yet here you are, practically keening at the thought of me using you like the toy you are. do you want me to touch you?”

he began to nod but you grabbed his jaw, making him look you in the eye, “use your words like a good boy.”

“yes mistress, i want you to touch me so bad”

“where do you want me to touch you?”

“o-on my c-chest and stomach. a-and on my… you know,” he mumbled shyly towards the end.

“you have to say it, baby boy,” you grinned pinching and twisting his nipples again. he cried out in surprise and pleasure.

“my cock! i want you to touch my cock! please miss!”

you smiled as he started to crack and looked down at where his dick strained in his underwear. his cock head was practically dripping, leaving him with a dark patch right on the front of his underwear. you hadn’t even properly touched him yet and he was almost cumming in his pants.

you pulled his briefs down, enjoying the view of his cock bouncing back up and hitting his lower stomach. grabbing it with some force, you started to stroke him, thumbing his slit to spread his precum around and use it like lube. 

“we’ll have you get you a cock ring soon because this won’t do,” you said, making a fist for him to buck up into.

he was moaning pretty loud now, the loudest you’d ever heard him outside of receiving head. there was a familiar but searing heat blooming in your stomach but you pushed it down. right now the focus was on him.

turning on the vibrator, you concentrated it to the underside of his head. he let out a yelp, then a hiss and a whine as he felt the waves of pleasure crash over him.

“t-this- its too much! s’too much!”

you let it continue for a few seconds before turning the vibrator off and moving away from him. 

you watched as your boyfriend fought against his restraints, bucking into the empty air for even a semblance of friction.

“i was on the edge! w-why did you stop?”

“you thought mistress was going to let you cum that easily? you’re working for this baby,” you stepped back up to him and grabbed his cock again, turning the vibrator to a higher setting than before.

back and forth you went edging the boy on the bed. as you teased him more and more, he became more restless, thrashing around more and really letting himself feel every stroke, change of pace, and new vibration. 

after a while, you couldn’t take the pangs of white-hot need shooting through your abdomen so you decided to put him to good use. you turned the vibe off, leaving the poor boy at the edge and climbed back on top of him, scooting yourself over to where his face was.

his eyes widened as he looked up at you, realizing what you had planned for him in real time. 

“do you think you can handle me sitting on your face?”

he audibly groaned, “yes mistress. i would love- mmmph!”

you cut him off by lowering yourself down on him, relishing in the relief of his tongue on your cunt. he moved in long and languid strokes at first, almost teasing, but then began to really eat as if his life depended on it, sucking on your cl!t and fucking you with his tongue.

you could feel your legs shaking as he went to town. you grabbed the headboard and unconsciously began to grind against his face, giving him little pockets of air now and then. you then got an amazing idea.

you completely dismounted off his face and turned around so you were facing his cock. he was still tied up very well, and he bucked his hips up at the view of your ass right in his face. 

he lifted his head to take a bite out of it and you slapped his thigh, chuckling at how eager he was. he had earned the right to be a little bit playful at least.

“do you want me to make you cum? you’ve been a good boy so i think you’ve earned it.”

“yes yes! i wan- i want it more than anything- i-”

“but,” you grabbed his cock, “ you have to make me cum first.”

“i-i can do that,” he moaned and you lowered yourself onto him and let him take over. it felt so good you almost forgot that his cock was right there.

you pressed a few light kisses to the head and almost immediately came his muffled moans from being deep in your pussy. you were so close you just needed a little but more.

he sucked on you with vigor, finally tipping you over the edge with a harsh suck to your clit. you cried out and braced yourself on his thighs, riding out your orgasm all over his face. he groaned as he tried to keep up with you, licking up everything that gushed out with vigor and you spasmed in slight overstimulation as he cleaned you up.

“you’re such a good boy,” you sighed.

you flipped around once again, catching him in a searing kiss before sinking down on his cock without warning. you swallowed a garbled moan of his as you continued to kiss him and leave marks on his neck and chest, riding him slowly.

“miss, im not gonna last long at all,” he whimpered and you ran a hand through his hair to push it out of his face as you looked at him.  

“that’s ok, baby boy. just let go”

two more strokes and he was cumming in you with a loud groan. his heavy breathing fanned your face as you continued past the threshold of pleasure he was prepared for.

“m-miss- i-ah! i finished- finished!” he babbled as you rode him into an overstimulated frenzy

“hurts-it hurts! please mistress no more!”

you finally slowed to a stop and let him just calm down inside you. after unsheathing him and taking off his restraints, you laid in your bed together in comfortable silence.

“what was that?” he asked and the both of you dissolved into post-coitus giggling. 

“well i’ve always been a domme, but i never thought you would be into that kinda thing. you never seemed like you were into any kind of thing.”

“that is true. i just didn’t know i was into… that”

he sighed as you played with his hair, “well now that we know, we can do more. a lot more.”

he looked up at you with a lazy smile, “most definitely”

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @kixa​

[nikrangdan]

roommate!heeseung pt. 1

pairing: roommate!heeseung x female reader

genre: mini fic(?), fluff, comedy, tiny angst(one little sad part)

warnings: cursing!!! 

word count: 4.3k

description: i guess you just didnt realize you were in love with your roommate...... who has a girlfriend

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“ow!”

you had just hit heeseung over the head after he said he would burn all of your plushies

your Precious. Plushies

hell no you’ve been collecting these since you were 11 no way in hell heeseung would threaten ur babies

you rolled your eyes and started to walk to the kitchen to get a snack

stupid heeseung

hes always saying stupid shit🙄

before you walked out though you noticed the look on his face

like he was contemplating something

“y/n... can you do me a favor?” he nervously uttered out before you walked out his door

“....what kind..?” you furrowed your brows

why was he being so cryptic

“uhh i need you to get flowers and chocolates for me from stacys....”

STACYS?????????

stacys was this fancy store 45 MINUTES AWAY..

“ur fucking serious?” you deadpanned

this was something new

in all your 8 months of living with him he had never asked you of a favor this big

for context.., you had moved to this city apartment for college 8 months ago but you couldn’t afford it without a roommate

but luckily you overheard a certain boy praying for an apartment while you were on campus

and you guessed it!!! it was heeseung

you two clicked easily and you were very thankful he was your roommate

after 4 months of living together he told you he got a girlfriend

you didnt really know about his campus life since you didnt have classes together and you never saw him walking around

you dont know why you were surprised when he told you... i mean have u seem Him.....

but nonetheless

u were like “Omg heeseung!!! thats great<3” like the supportive friend u were

yeah and that was that

you didnt meet the girl until another month later

Now that..... that was an experience......

FLASHBACK WHOOSH

*knock knock knock*

who tha hell was knocking at 7 in the morning.........

you staggered your way over to the front door with your matching hello kitty pajamas

and u open the door to see a blonde Lady who looks around your age

Why did u forget to look thru the little peephole in the door...... ur probably just tired whatever

anyways ur like

“uhm....”

and shes like

“? who are you.?”

and ur like

??!!?[\^€]€\¥,_[+{*}*

“i live here....”

and shes like

“?...? oh sorry i thought my boyfriend lived here..”

and ur both just standing there like ;-;

shes all dressed up and u look like a childs room threw up on u

And thats when it hit u

“OH”

“are you heeseungs girlfriend?!!???” your hand raises up to point at her unconsciously

“ yes.. i am” she looked so lost it was so funny

“oh then you have the right place im sorry! hes my roommate” you scurry back into the apartment, gesturing for her to come in and close the door behind her

“what? he didnt tell me had a roommate..”

poor girl 😭😭😭

you quite literally pounce into heeseungs room and smack him while shes still standing outside awkwardly in the living room

“fucking idiot” smack to the face

“wake up” smack to the chest

“heeseung i swear to god” you shake his head

“are you fucking dead???? wake up!!!!” you pinch his ears really hard

that woke him up

“Ow ow ow ow OWWW y/n what the hell???” his eyes are forced open but theyre squinted due to the sunlight

“your girlfriend is here” you whisper-yell at him

“what???” he sat up so quickly you almost laughed

you were 90% sure she heard everything

oh well

his problem

he just stares into space for a second before his eyes go wide

ur just sitting on his bed waiting for him to do something like Uhhh

“shit i planned a date today oh my god” he jumped up from his bed and hastily told you to “stay put” before throwing on a hoodie, walking to see his girlfriend, and slamming his bedroom door leaving u sat on his bed

yes u were nosy Muahahahahah

so u pressed ur ear against the door to listen to their conversation

“sora, im so sorry i slept in late i promise ill make it up to you please baby dont be mad”

you had to stifle your laughter with your hand

God this was gold

“heeseung why didnt you tell me you lived with a girl.”

oooooooh hes in trouble you laugh to yourself

“ah about that.. im sorry i didnt tell you.. dont worry though, you know i only like you! shes just my roommate”

ouch

Why did that hurt 😪

“whatever heeseung.. ill call you later” and then you heard the door slam

already???? you were ready to get ur popcorn :///

you didnt even notice it had been a while before the door opened with you still leaning on it

boom u fell on the floor

“ow”

“shut up” he said before jumping face down on his bed

you stand up to lean against his door again, staring pitifully at the boy

“you okay?” you cross your arms

“mmm” he mumbles into his pillow

“you know i think i deserve a treat for being woken up at 7am on a sunday by your little girlfriend”

“little? shes taller than you” he turned around to lay on his back and chuckle

“oh so you’re making jokes right now when your girlfriend might break up with you?” you glare at him

“shes not gonna break up with me over something this little” he rolls his eyes and grabs his phone from his nightstand

“you know you’re a little piece of shit heeseung!” you yell out to him after you walked out of his room

“how?!” he yelled back

“treat your girlfriend better!”

he kept his mouth shut after that

yeah you two didnt talk for the rest of the day because he stayed in his room sulking or whatever

fast forward to now

Right after he asked u to get him the chocolates and flowers

“please y/n, sora is gonna be here in 2 hours and i need to get everything ready and i dont have enough time to do everything” he begged

WITH THOSE CUTE LITTLE PUPPY DOG EYES OF HIS GOD

“do you really need them from stacys though???” you whined

he just huffed and glared at you “yes! sora only likes them from there.”

“nuh uh mister dont give me that look” you narrow your eyes at him

he immediately stops his glare and tries to look neutral

it almost made you laugh

you just looked at him for a few seconds before giving up

“fine. but what am i getting in return?”

his eyes lit up and traveled up as he was in thought

“hmmm ill buy you food whenever you want for a month”

Wow

“woah thats more than i bargained for but deal!” he didnt realize that until after you shook his hand, very enthusiastically might i add

Lol

so now you were on your way home with the MASSIVE bouquet of roses and beautifully wrapped chocolates sitting nice and snug in the passenger seat of your car

these two things costed $115

oh well its heeseungs money not yours

you found it amusing because heeseung was nowhere near rich so where was he finding this money to blow

over an hour later and ur finally back home

u open the door

u struggled very much btw

almost dropped everything haha

but woah......

your eyes widened and your mouth fell open

“heeseung? you didn’t tell me you two were having the date here..”

as soon as you walked in you smelled a pretty scent and the lighting was dim

it was beautiful

there were candles lit on every surface

rose petals were scattered messily everywhere

the two seater dining table was topped with elegant decor

there was quiet jazz music playing from his speaker

the familiar aroma of your favorite food hit you

standing there in your apartment didnt feel real

it felt like you were in a dream

you couldnt believe your apartment could turn into room from a fairytale

you were never one to be into disney princesses and fantasies

but for the first time ever you almost wished for a prince charming yourself

you almost got lost in a trance

and then....

the boy himself walked out

donned in an all black suit with a sliver of the white undershirt peeking underneath and the white tie

his bangs were covering his forehead and you noticed he styled them to be wavy

he had his earrings in and rings were present on 3 of his fingers

he looked absolutely dazzling

you dont know how or why.. but your heart began to race

why did this feel like it was for you...?

you wanted to be his disney princess

staring at him wistfully, it felt like time had stopped

“oh thanks y/n, i almost thought you ditched me” he chuckled quickly

he was frantic and out of breath as he snatched the things out of your hand

“right!” he began as he sped around the room setting everything up

“im sorry but i forgot to ask if you could leave for today. im such an idiot, im sorry y/n.. you can stay at a friends house or something for the night?” he didnt even look at you as he perfected the chocolates on the counter and the plates on the table

you couldnt help but notice your heart clench and your stomach twist at his words

you were still glued to your spot infront of the door

“o-oh! yeah, okay thats fine ill get my stuff now” you scurry to your room

you speedily threw some clothes and necessities in a bag before walking back to him

“hey..”

he didnt look at you

“helloooo”

“heeseung” you poke him

he finally turned to you

“sorry what?” he gazed down at you with big eyes

“its okay.. just wanted to let you know im leaving now” you give him a small smile

“oh right! thank you y/n again” he grinned

his pretty smile

“you look great by the way... have fun” you manage to say before slipping out the door

you didnt let him reply back because if you stayed in there a second longer you think you would’ve fallen in love with him

where did these feelings come from...?

you smack yourself on your forehead as youre walking down the steps to your car

ur probably just feeling like this because no man has ever done anything like that for u

and seeing it in real life made u want a bf 😟😟

yeah... thats it

so now ur at sunoos house

a close friend from your finance class

he lives in his parents house but theyre never home so he basically owns the place and doesn’t have to pay for it

Yeah u kinda envy the boy

but you love him because hes great

“y/n ..do you like him????” sunoo gasps

you guys are watching tangled for the 10th time and you were explaining what happened back at your apartment

“what? where did you get that from?” you snort, your eyes still focused on the movie

you could literally feel his eyes piercing into your soul with that stare

“the way you were telling me that story.... you sounded a bit jealous if i do say so myself..” he raises his eyebrow and leans back into the couch

“i do not like heeseung, sunoo” your eyes roll and you turn to look at him finally

he has a little smirk as he looks at u suspiciously

“hmmm okay, i get it” he raises his arms in defense and surrenders “you don’t wanna talk about it”

you scoff and laugh at his actions “you’re so annoying”

so ..*time skip* lol

you slept at sunoos for the night

it wasnt anything new bc u used to stay at his alot while u were in the process of moving into your apartment

one of his guest rooms is practically urs bc u have some decorations and spare clothes there :P

when you woke up that sunday morning you realized you forgot to set an alarm

so now its like 11am

well its not like you needed to be home so you shrugged it off

“morning” u said to sunoo when u saw him sitting on the couch watching wreck it ralph

boy loves his movies

“when are you going home?”

“wow rude.... not even a good morning back??” you found him amusing

“sorry, good morning. when are you going home” he turned his head to look at you

it made you laugh

Sunoo is so funny u love him

“do u wanna get rid of me that bad??? i hate you”

“ni-ki and jungwon are coming over today and i dont want you smothering them like you always do” he playfully glares at you

NI-KI AND JUNGWON???!!!??!!!!!!

“MY BABIES????” you exclaim and jump on the couch next to sunoo

“yes” he exasperatingly says

“now leave before they get here”

“WHAT?? no im staying because i wanna see them”

“NO!!!! now get out of my house y/n”

“why not?!!???! sunoo please i bet they miss me so much”

“y/n please.. they do NOT miss you”

“they literally do i always make them cookies and theyre like y/n ur so cool we love you”

“u mustve been hallucinating....”

“sunoo please please please i dont wanna go home” u tried to muster up the cutest puppy dog eyes ever

he looked at your face for a moment

“no u look ugly”

“YOU’RE SO ANNOYING” you push him

“theyre coming back tomorrow you can come then! today is boys night”

“boys night?” you snort “what the fuck are u kids gonna do that i cant be around for?”

“SHUT UP Y/N get out of my house!” he just starts to drag you out of his house himself

“ow oW OKAY fine ill leave... have fun doing.. whatever you’re gonna do” you grab your bag and start to head for the door

sunoo slams the door in ur face after he says “bye dont come back please” 😭😭😭

“asshole!” u yell to him thru the door

you just huff and stand on his porch for a second

you wonder if heeseung still has his girlfriend over and decide to text him

y/n🦧: hi can i come back home

welp

now ur sitting on sunoos porch waiting for a reply

10  minutes pass while ur scrolling on your phone and still no reply

you look up when you hear the front door open

“why are you still here?” sunoo frowns at you

“heeseung didnt answer my text and i dont wanna go back if his girlfriend is still there” you reply

“go home y/n plz.... i lied jungwon and ni-ki arent coming over.. my grandparents are” he tries to shoo you away

“why would you lie about that” you laugh

“theyre really mean! but you can come back tomorrow because the boys are actually gonna be here.. now go because my grumpy grandparents are gonna be here in like 5 minutes” he guides your shoulders down his porch

“ugh.. if his girlfriend is still there its your fault” you pout

“wha- how is that my- whatever y/n go home!!!”

when you drive off you dramatically wave your hand to him trying to show how desperately you did not wanna go home

sunoo just giggles and runs back inside

you drove home extra slow Lol

and now you were at the door contemplating whether or not you just make a run for it

but u said fuck it because u missed the comforts of ur own room

well u knocked a little before unlocking the door

how embarrassing to be knocking on the door of ur own home 💀

you didnt get an immediate answer so u just stood outside in the apartment hallway....waiting....

after waiting for like 30 seconds (because ur impatient) you knock again

well i tried to be nice you thought

you finally gave up and unlocked the door with your keys, kind of slowly opening the door to peek in

hmmm.... nothing

the sun was emitting some rays of light through one of the windows but none of the lights were on

and why was there food still on the table..?

you were kind of afraid to go see heeseung 

but

you did notice one thing

there wasn’t a pair of shoes u didnt recognize sitting on the rack by the door 

so... is his girlfriend not here or did she bring her shoes to his room lol..

“hello?” you unconfidently called out to nobody in particular

no answer

you slipped your shoes off quietly and tiptoed towards the hallway that included both of your rooms across from eachother

the kitchen and living room looked untouched 

to describe u being confused would be an understatement

you set your bag down on your bed and then made your way to heeseung.. just to check on him

you were genuinely so confused rn

you thought they would be cuddling on the couch or talking in his room or something but it was dead silent throughout the house

“heeseung?” you soft knocked on the door of his bedroom

surely he couldnt still be asleep.. it was noon on a monday and heeseung would normally be up by 10 because he said he would “start being a more productive man” as he said it

you always laughed at him because he used to wake up at like 3pm on days he didnt have class

anyways you didnt get an answer which was slightly concerning because you didnt forget to take note that you saw his car in the parking garage when you arrived

“i’m coming in” you called out to him before twisting the knob and pushing the door open

you realized you might be crossing a line and he’d get upset at you for invading his privacy but you were honestly worried for your friend

at first you didn’t see him

his room was empty, not a single person in sight

that is until you further examined the big lump on his bed

“heeseung? what...” you walked over to the lump that you only knew was him because you could see a bit of his hair peeking out from the top

“um.. am i interrupting something..” you awkwardly said, debating whether or not to go closer

he wasn’t saying anything so you guessed he was sleeping

how odd for him

you wanted to just check real quick and then you’d leave his room

so your feet padded softly against his wooden floor as you made your way over to him

and you bent down a little to kind of tug the huge blanket away from his face

as you got closer you also noticed his girlfriend wasnt here

the first thing you noticed was that he was definitely not asleep

your eyes widened and your hand instinctively went to his face to cup his cheek

“are you okay?! why are you crying?” you quickly asked, your eyebrows were furrowed in worry

in your months living with him you have never seen him show any emotional feelings in front of you and it almost made you panic

his eyes locked onto yours before he looked away from you and closed his eyes

he still hasnt said anything and you really didnt know what to do in this situation

you took your hand off his cheek before sighing

now you’re just sat on the side of his bed just looking at him.. wondering what to do

you were sure he wasn’t sleeping even though his eyes were shut and he wouldnt move

but you sat there for 5 minutes and he didnt seem to mind

“sora broke up with me” 

he finally broke the silence

...

you didnt know what to say

you couldnt ask if he was okay when he obviously wasnt

“do you wanna talk about it? you looked over to heeseung to see him staring at you

“not really” he broke eye contact once again and looked up towards the ceiling

“later i will.. just not now” he breathed out

you nodded at that, understanding his situation

you felt terrible for the boy

his eyes were red and his voice was all nasally like he’d been crying

“i’ll leave you alone now..” you patted his big blanket fluff to lighten the mood and walked out his stuffy room

hours had passed while he was stuck in that room and you didnt know what to do 

it was 7pm already

you spent the day watching tv in the living room 

but it was dinner time and you made ramen (his fav!!!) in hopes that he would come out of there

“heeseung you’ve gotta eat” you knock on his door again

you had told him to eat at 2 earlier but he insisted that he wasnt hungry

you were surprised when he instantly opened the door and your hand was still in midair as you were knocking

if your hand moved an inch you wouldve been knocking on his chest which you found very funny but you didnt think this was the right time for jokes

“hi” you looked up at him

he was wearing his purple beanie with sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt

he definitely looked better than he did this morning which you thanked god for

“hey” he gave u this look :]

“you okay? i made ramen.. can you smell it” you kinda giggled

“yeah, thanks” he tried to send you a small smile which you were thankful for

“okay well come eat because i worked very hard on it” you turned on your heels and went towards the tiny kitchen island with two seats

he followed you and sat next to you as you gave him his bowl and chopsticks

“bon appetit!” you clapped your hands before digging in

you were proud of urself ngl... the ramen was smacking

“thank you y/n” he said softly

you refused to admit it but he was.. So Cute

“no problem, just eat” you grinned

and you two ate in silence for a good 15 minutes

he said he would do the dishes after you were done which was relieving because you wanted to go jump in your bed and watch tiktoks very badly

there was a slight awkwardness in the air too so you wanted to let that cool off too

so now you were cuddled up in our bed with your phone very close, almost too close, to your face

and you could hear the sink running as heeseung washed the dishes

you silently prayed he was feeling better and that he would be over it soon

the sink turned off and you could hear his footsteps coming towards the hallway

what surprised you was that you heard knocks on your bedroom door

“can i come in?” he asked

“yeah its open” you replied

u had to get out of ur blanket cocoon :///

you watched him stride over to sit next you on your bed

he even got under the covers and laid down like dang lmao u getting comfy i guess

“whats up?” you were sitting up while he was laying on your pillows

“so.. she broke up with me last night” he spoke while hugging one of your plushies

oh OHH so this is what this is about

“oh.. are you feeling better now?”

“yeah i think.. we only dated for 4 months but i really liked her....”

“did she say why she did?” you asked

“she said she found someone else. i dont know if you know this but shes a year older than me and she told me she wasnt into younger guys which doesnt even make any sense because her ex was younger than her too and-”

“okay heeseung” you laugh “people are like that, you just gotta deal with it”

“yeah yeah, i know” he sighed “i dont know.. i dont know if im sad i lost her or if im sad over the fact that i dont have a girlfriend anymore”

“was she your first girlfriend?”

“me? y/n” he laughed “ive had plenty before”

“oh” you didnt even wanna ask

“why? have you never had a boyfriend or something?” he joked

“no....” you trailed off, unable to look him in the eye out of embarrassment

you were never even embarrassed about that but for some reason admitting it to heeseung made you shy

“what?! no way” he was actually shocked

“yes way now can we change the topic this is terrible” you roll your eyes and shove a plushie in his face

“awee little y/n” he teased you

“get out” you snickered

“okay okay fine.. but yeah i think i’ll be okay. she broke up with me as soon as she got here so all of my planning was for nothing. i think that was what devastated me the most, i had no one to eat with”

you wanted to yell I LITERALLY EXIST soooo bad

Why is he so stupid....... 

“thats sad...” you said

you wanted to laugh at your reply bc what else could you say

“yeah anyways you dont have to worry about taking care of me while im sulking or whatever im cool now’

“well that was quick.. you were acting like a baby this morning now ur this tuff guy” you tease

“yeah yeah i dont even know why i was acting like that” his cheeks went pink

“im just kidding” you send a small smile his way “you know im always here for you right? dont be afraid to be a little emotional sometimes” you reach over to pat his head

“thanks y/n” he smiles “you’re a really great friend”

ouch

yeah.. friend

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Family member anon here. Reader and they uncle tricky is awesome ^_^ and hope looking others for having a relatives for them.

Zardy is friend with his farmer neighbor that brought his grandkid for the summer and reader loved to help they grandpa farm and making new friend with zardy. When summer is over the reader gonna miss they grandpa and zardy, many years later zardy took his friend corn farm and taking caring it. It’s Halloween day and the reader dress up as a scarecrow just like they friend zardy, encounter boyfriend and girlfriend walking to a corn farm. The reader got new friends but zardy came to tell boyfriend to go away, boyfriend didn’t leave and the music began while the reader trying stop zardy but zardy doesn’t recognize reader them. When the song is over the reader rushed to hug zardy to tell that reader is zardy friend grandkid

Zardy’s human friend's grandkid (Reader) returns to the maze many years later dressed as a scarecrow, only to meet BF and GF who end up challenging Zardy to a singing match.

...........

Summer at Zardy's Maze was always fun for you, especially after learning that the scarecrow himself, Zardy, was able to come to life at night. He kept your grandpa company, helping him chase out any trespassers and keep the crops watered.

Unfortunately, this summer would most likely be the last one you'd spend at the maze, since you're moving onto college and may not be able to care for the farm anymore.

Your grandpa reassured you that he and Zardy will take care of things...although the scarecrow was less than pleased to learn of your departure.

But he bore no ill-will towards you, hugging you goodbye as you left the farm for the final time.

Years would pass and soon his longtime friend would also leave. Not only the farm, but the world.

And that was the day Zardy truly felt alone.

Things haven't been easy since, especially with his grudge against trespassers who dared "disrespect" the maze. Other creatures of the night would come to aid him in his eternal quest to preserve what remains of the giant flowers that towered over the cornstalks.

Of course, he knew not all humans were bad. But most were.

Anyone who set foot inside the maze will not come out alive.

...........

"Man..this is itchy, but I hope it's worth it.." You scratched your arm, feeling the fleece material of your costume as you checked yourself in the mirror.

Then you smiled and saw how scary you actually looked. You were a scarecrow, after all, similar to your old friend Zardy but not quite like him.

You've never forgotten about him, often missing the fun times you two had while working on the farm.

Since it was Halloween and you actually had time to do whatever you want, why not make this year extra special and revisit him?

Once you grabbed your witch-like hat and belongings, you were on your way to the maze. A friend dropped you off at its entrance, wondering why you wanted to spend Halloween all alone here. But they didn't question it and simply drove off after you waved goodbye.

"Beep!"

You blinked, confused about whether that was your friend's car. Though..it didn't sound like a horn at all.

It was more like-

"Oh! Hi, scarecrow!"

Grinning, you decided to put on a spooky act and turn around to face the people who greeted you: a blue-haired guy and a lady in a red dress, both who looked around your age.

"Welcome, friends~ What brings you to my cornfield on this frightful night?"

"Uh," the girl began. "We just wanted to take a walk through the-"

"I suggest you leave..lest you forfeit your right to live."

You recognized the voice and immediately dropped the act, spinning around upon seeing Zardy standing there. He looked more aged, his body tattered, and he was gripping a garden hoe like it was a scythe. The glow from his eye sockets was more orange as he gazed at you three.

"Good job catchin' these trespassers, friend."

"H-Huh? Zardy, I-" You began.

"You should know these humans ain't welcomed here." He interrupted coldly. "They only wanna disrupt the peace with their damn noise cannons...and destroy what ain't theirs. Don't tell me you're gonna defend 'em after what they did to us."

'Humans aren't welcomed..?' You were shocked to hear those words. 'What happened to this place? What happened to..my friend?'

Zardy's gaze flickered back to Blue Guy, noting the microphone in his hand. "Ah, you sing? I'd say I'm quite the musician myself. Let this be just a secret between us four, alright? Don't go tellin' Pumpkin Jack anything." He warned with a snicker. "If ya want a show..I'll give ya a show."

Although you knew absolutely nothing of this "Pumpkin Jack" he was talking about, you knew Zardy was determined to chase out these innocent people. So you reluctantly stepped back and watched as he and Blue Guy had a sing-off.

'I don't remember grandpa ever teaching him about music..'

Red Dress Girl, who you soon learned was "Cherry", told you about her boyfriend--Blue Guy who's name is "Keith". She was surprised when you said you weren't actually a scarecrow, just someone in a costume who was close friends with Zardy.

Though as you tried to explain, the song became more intense, and you noticed Zardy was practically screaming at Keith with haunting undertones in his vocals. Miraculously the latter remained fearless, keeping up with the rhythm until the very end.

Once the music ended, Zardy was infuriated at losing. Then he spun his tool around, raising the bladed part and scowling at Keith, who now became terrified as he beeped out of fear.

But before anyone could get hurt, you finally intervened, running over to hug your old friend tightly. "Zardy, stop!! Don't hurt them!!"

"..huh..?" The straw of hay fell from his mouth as he glanced down at you, recognizing your voice. "You couldn't be....no. Of course not. They've forgotten about me...or perhaps they're gone, too."

"My costume is that convincing?" Stepping back, you removed your mask so that he could see it was truly you, smiling up at him. "That surprises even me, but I never forgot about you."

"[Y/n].." His eyes widened with astonishment.

You've grown so much since the last time he saw you..

He just didn't know what to say. "I...I didn't-"

"It's okay, I forgive you for what you said about humans. I know a lot of us suck, but there's good ones out there." You chuckled, glad that he finally realized it was you.

Dropping his weapon, Zardy brought you into a tight hug, his hands trembling. "I've missed you so much, old buddy. It's been..far too long, and I've just been..so lonely and angry and..."

"I'm sorry I haven't come back sooner," you returned the embrace. "But I'm not leaving you again."

Keith and Cherry could only look on at the touching scene, smiling as they saw that this scarecrow wasn't so scary and mean after all. Sure, they were confused on your friendship with him, but they knew better than to interrupt.

So they quietly left the maze, hoping you'll enjoy the rest of your Halloween with your old friend.