#is lore even the right word?? whatever
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giving smilers lore a bit of an overhaulâŚ
#wanted to make a 70s style poster#or at least something resembling the sanctuary ones#this doesnât mean smiler was built in the 70s though⌠maybe itâs just how the moj market things haha#despite technically being a rogue ai smiler still works for the moj#they just wanted to do it in their own way and not as a servant#the smiler#alton towers#rollercoaster#rollercoaster oc#theme park#theme park ocs#the smiler alton towers#ministry of joy#my art#this isnât the final version for smilers lore btw Iâm still working on this lol#is lore even the right word?? whatever
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Can we get more of the murder drone x rain world au?
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#ive been working on artfight refs and also so i can have the plot in a comprehensible fashion#as much as i love bulletpoints theyre too scattered to work#yeah the yellow lizard is just from the original sketch i really didnt feel like changing anything#and just used it for the ref#its so fanficy and cringe and whatever but we all know what a very unwise woman once said#jcj has a design but no name nor ref. do you even know how little cool words begin with j#and then theres a c inbetween. what the hell am i supposed to do with that#probably misinterpreted some rain world lore for this but i dont care its headcanon now bite me#art#murder drones#rain world#i should probably give this like a special tag if im gonna keep posting about it#will i? no#god i hate character design so much#doll and tessa also have design sketches but you'll have to find me in the right places for those until im satisfied enough to make a ref#oh my god i forgot the lower back spike things on n im gonna do nothing about it except get mad at myself
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One side effect of the autistic sense of justice for me is going insane over justice and vengeance as concepts in themselves whenever applicable in media.
Which unfortunately means that thinking about justice dragon age for too long (especially with the post inq takes on spirits) makes me want to rip my hair out.
#i can't reconcile with the idea that vengeance is a corrupted 'too much' version of justice im sorry i'll always believe in Anders simply-#being stupid and catholic about it (affectionate)#It just. even if we're strictly viewing one as 'more violent' . that idea is.. not quite 100% applicable? kghfdhg đ#it strictly depends on what is the driving force right? what are we avenging/ seeking justice for#and if violence for it is called for- then well- that response would be /Just/ just as much as it'd be an act of vengeance/retribution#if not more#Thing is Justice is the one type of spirit we've met(that i remember) that's intrinsically tied with morality by his very nature#/you can be wise and immoral or compassionate to people who very much do not deserve it etcetc#(i hate Mythal as benevolence ((SHE WAS A SLAVER)) -> retribution as much as i hate all evanuris lore but shes a good example of this)#but Justice? Justice to be Justice has to be objective#which IS BORDERLINE IMPOSSIBLE to apply in the real world outside the fade. which i suppose is where you CAN bring vengeance in.#vengeance as justice but looking at the world through a subjective lens. Since Vengeance and Justice CAN be two sides of the same coin.#Vengeance can be as Just as you make it- it's just that /unlike/ justice- it doesnt have that same objective moral tie.#ie how you get someone like elgar'nan on the opposite end of the morality scale being called the god of it#but dragon age overall has the most wack and muddled sense of that all these words /concepts-#mean/are meant to convey that im starting to feel like im losing my grasp on the english language overall đ#bc even after this entire philosophical talk - anders' justice-> vengeance as a transition makes me go???#at that the fuck elgar'nan 's deal was supposed to be originally then? certainly not justice. unless maybe we mean justice as in law??#BUT THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER CAN OF WORMS. DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN.#veilguard spoilers#dav spoilers#for the mythal thing#elluin wotr and whatever the fuck he has going on with calistria and iomedae save me from this. save me ellu
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âł SIDE HOTD (2 /â ) đđš DYANNA THORNWOOD ââ glass is only brittle until it breaks, then it's sharp. (x) (x) (x)
#t: edits#*hotds#c: dyanna#i need to make this into a series or something.#another side ocs for the dance that tragically has their life cut short#hers is less involved since it's a little fued between the harmlets and the steelwaters that go way back#even tho those two houses are both for the greens it gave them a reason to fight each other again#and dyanna gets caught right in the middle since her father's bastard (who she doesn't even know of like...)#** thanos voice ** i don't even know who you are.#is close with the harmlets and they're going to gut the thornwoods to make sure the blacks don't have access to their arrows (super stronk#wood#+ it's payback for whatever the hell joran is up to#but dyanna doesn't go down without a fight#two of her four kids get smuggled away successfully but two of them + her husband get killed#so she takes over trying to keep the thornwoods afloat but ultimately it doesn't work#none of her ravens she sent for assistance ever reach anyone because they were all being shot down#without her knowning#the last and ONLY one that makes it though is basically her saying if you get this ... i'm dead.#anyway! a concept girlie that never goes anywhere#also elsa was almost her step mommy but bron dies the night before the wedding#another win for elsa bc he was awful#but dyanna really did look up to her like damn. that coulda been the life...#but anyway! didnât or couldnât fit this in the lore section#but while called our lady of thorns sheâll definitely go down as made of steel#steelwaterâs house words were âfrom steel we are madeâ#and it toon seven arrows to finally take her down#and she never bent the knee#an arrow in both kneecaps and she still died standing#we stan
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something about finding the people who sit through your info dumps with joy on their face and enthusiasm for your passions. something about finding the people who info dump right back at you because they know you love hearing about their passions. something about finding the people who manage to sum up your being in one niche, oddly specific sentence that lives in your mind rent free for the rest of time. something about finding the people who not only accept you for who you are but embrace you for who you are. who not only tolerate your quirks and differences but love and cherish them.
#iâm in my feels today if you couldnât tell#just thinking about one friend in particular who i donât get to see in person nearly enough but i text all the time#idk itâs the little things#the way we send each other videos of ourselves explaining whatever weâre learning about right now#the way we donât write it in a long message because the emotion and vibes donât translate properly#the way heâs told me that the way i dress is so gender nonconforming in his eyes#how even though iâm afab and i wear glittery makeup and crop tops and have pink hair#i still look so queer and so gnc and so Not Girl in his eyes#how that felt so validating#how i could feel the genuine love in his words#how he told me once that iâm ânot a person with lore but rather a person with a schtickâ#and how he explained to me what my schtick was and how accurate it was#how he told me he canât wait for me to get my degree(s) and be an openly queer person in stem#how he canât wait for me to defend my thesis sometime in the future and be wearing the brightest makeup and the biggest earrings#and the tallest boots#how he loves that i go to my chem lab every week with glitter on my eyes#how itâs cool that i donât care if i stick out like a sore thumb because iâm me#i remember how he dropped the she/her pronouns immediately upon ne saying i didnât really vibe with them#(even when they were still technically on my list of âok to use pronounsâ)#how his boyfriend who i donât know very well has always they/them-ed me because my friend does#and if my friend is doing it then it must be the right thing#idk i just love my friends#and this friend in particular is someone iâve gotten really close with over the past 6 months or so#and iâm so glad to have him in my life#platonic love#friendship#tell your friends you love them
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decided to make a fantasy fic so I could write about a cute and handsome prince aki, and here I am writing extensive lore about the history of magic and devils and humans / elves instead......... lord help me
#this fic is so so so self indulgent and I'm so sorry lol#it's literally just all my fantasy brainworms I've had for bg3 combined with my love for aki#and don't worry#there are a LOT of cute bits with aki#but also. lore#it's not exact to dnd lore though#just very clearly inspired by#btw I nearly finished the draft for the first chapter today!#I fleshed out all my plans for the chapters yesterday#I'm currently thinking somewhere between 5-10 chapters#depending on how I decide to split it#also you remember when I said. 20k words#it's ok you all knew I was lying right#because I always lie about word counts...#I don't even want to say the word count I'm planning because I know if I say it#I'm just gonna spawn into existence the fact that it'll be double whatever I say#we'll get there when. we get there. ok#mmm yes content that caters specifically to me and me only my beloved
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i have many thoughts in general but this tidbit from tingyun's voice lines is one of the things i wanna elaborate some more on at some point...
"Â Every time I head out, I leave a letter behind and lock it in the drawers of my shop. If I come back, then I'll burn it later. If I don't... then it'll be something for others to remember me by."
#OOC.#this post is more of a reminder to myself before i go try to write some stuff for nat and/or stelle#but idk i like her concept of being pacifistic despite the inherent dangers of her position as... basically a galactic ambassador?#it says that most reps take weapons with them but she refuses to because she believes that you should build relationships from a foundation#of peace instead of threat of violence#which has worked in her favor but idk its kinda sombering knowing that she basically leaves her last words in a letter every time sh#e leaves for another planet to do her job because she knows shes leaving herself vulnerable if somebody wanted to do something to hurt her#and she burns it every time she comes back only to rewrite it again months later when she goes on her next trip#xi.anzhou's lore is ROUGH dont get me wrong but theres a lot of fun concepts in there that im smashing together LMAO#also her traveling the way she does opens up so much room to meet literally anybody#its just jarilo-vi right now but as more worlds open up it just gives her more room to work with#also the fact that it opens up a lot of possiblities for world building for her to come to these planets because she's there ON business an#trade & commerce is one of the BIGGEST things a society needs. one decision could steer the entire direction of their society in a complete#y different direction#like even just introducing more leisurely/hobby focused products can be a huge turning point for a war stricken world#or better materials for their tech and their buildings#new crops in exchange for what they have#literally the exchange we see in her lore is her discussing taking just a few samples of a world's plants and growing it on xianzhou for#commercial sale AND that world would recieve shipments of said crops along with wahtever other deals they struck#and blablabla yes i know capitalism whatever. tis the way of the world and i think its really interesting frmo a worldbuilding standpoint#tingyuns a very interesting character because she can change a lot of things in very little time in the big picture#i feel like she's commonly brushed off as a shallow character who doesnt do much but she's one of the most accomplished characters in xian#zhou EASILY#yes you could argue that jing yuan is more because of his general shit or yukong is the helm master blablabla like Yes they are also very#accomplished but she is the literal only reason that the grand fairs are FAMOUS throughout the galaxy. they werent until she took leadershi#she's completed trade missions to SIXTEEN different panets and is implied to have formed alliances with at least a few of them#and was the one to renew xianzhou's mutual alliance with the IPC#i dunno#also i think people see her as way more of a trickster than she is#like ... i thought she was too but she really isn't particularly mischevious? girls tried to leave MULTIPLE times during the story bc she
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this is gonna be the first time most of my family has seen me since starting T in january lmfao wish me luck folks
#i have no idea what to expect honestly#im glad my gf is gonna be there#however. that is ANOTHER can of worms#t4t couple struggles lmfao#either everything is chill tomorrow or my aunt says the n word in front of my brotherâs (black) partner again#idc if she was quoting a student why tf would she even say it at all hard R and everything#i looked right at my brotherâs partner like đ¨#queen im so sorry i did NOT know she would do that#mind you her daughter is half black too#lmfao i didnt mean to drop this much lore in the tags but soo la voo or whatever the french say
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oh, snap!
summary: you and jake sim might have been best friends once upon a time, but not anymore. now, you barely talk to each otherâso you decide to prove the universe wrong when you find out that heâs your soulmate, because thereâs no way both of you are compatible.
⢠pairing: jake sim x fem!reader ⢠genres: fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers au, soulmate au, college au ⢠word count: 7.0k ⢠warnings: profanity, alcohol consumption, sexual jokes, soulmate lore i made up ⢠a/n: this is a fic i had posted on my now deactivated blog, which iâve made minor modifications to. thanks for reading!
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The universe has to be fucking with you.
You arenât one to believe in manifestation or the law of attraction or whatever other nonsense your TikTok feed provides you with. You think itâs a total waste of time, energy, and resources.Â
Right now, however, youâre manifesting with all your mightâeyes screwed tightly shut, hands clasped in front of your chest, only one thought running through your head: Please donât let it be Jake Sim, please donât let it be Jake Sim, please donât let it beâ
You open one eye cautiously. You lift up the pinkie finger of your right hand equally carefully.Â
Fuck.
You drop your hands and let your head fall onto the desk in front of you. A dull thud echoes around you, and normally, you would be apologetic since youâre at the library, but because youâre wallowing in self-pity you canât bring yourself to care. A frown mars your forehead. Maybe youâre manifesting wrong. Is that even a thing? Perhaps you should ask your friend Yizhou how to do it; sheâs pretty popular on Instagram so surely sheâd have some idea. Maybe one of her fellow influencer friends is a manifester. (Is that what they call it?)
You lift your head up and stare morosely at the red thread twined around your little finger. It winds down the floor, swirling and looping in gentle curves. You glare at the person itâs connected to.
Jake Sim, that little piece of shit.
The object of your disdain is seated one table away from yours. Heâs hunched over his laptop, occasionally scribbling something into the messy notebook in front of him. His glasses keep slipping down the bridge of his nose, and every time he pushes them back up, you feel a tug on your finger.Â
This brings you to the following question: Does he not know youâre his soulmate?
You have three answers. One: He knows, but he doesnât care. Two: He doesnât know. Three: He doesnât care.
The second option is rare but not unheard of. There have been several cases where people vehemently deny the existence of soulmates and refuse to believe in it. Such people never get to see the red thread that is wrapped around their finger, even though it exists. Truthfully, you feel bad for the people on the other side of the threadâthe non-believerâs alleged soulmate. They will forever watch from afar, never going too close, but never straying away either. It sounds lonely, more than anything else.Â
You push that thought away. If Jake doesnât know, it should be a good thing, right? You donât need a soulmate to survive. You can just continue with your life as it isâattending classes, hanging out with your friends⌠Yeah, youâre happy with everything you have.
Another tug at your pinkie forces out an annoyed huff from your mouth. You glare at the perpetrator, still engrossed in his work. To be fair, you didnât know Jake was your soulmate until very recently either. You knew the thread existed but didnât know who it was connected to. When you were younger, you and your friends would have tons of fun pulling at the thread to annoy your unknown soulmate. Getting a pull back was a source of glee for seven-year-old you. Now, it just fills you with dread.
âOi.â Someoneâs breath tickles your ear.
âFucking hell!âÂ
You swat at your best friendâs face, successfully smacking his cheek. Taehyun grunts in pain. âUncalled for.â
âWhat the fuck, Taehyun?â You grouse. âDonât scare me like that. Sorry âbout your cheek.â
The boy rolls his eyes, sitting down on the chair next to you and dumping his tote bag on the table. âIâd feel better if you actually meant your apology. Also, why arenât you studying? Our midterms start in a week and staring at Lover Boy isnât gonna help you pass your classes.â
âDonât call him that,â you snap. âAnd I was⌠studying.â
âRight. Thatâs exactly why none of your books are open.â
âShut up, people are staring.â
Taehyun raises his eyebrows but doesnât comment. Youâre not wrongâpeople are staring. Well, specifically, one person. You flex your little finger a little, straightening it out and then bending it again. If Jake feels any sort of yank, he doesnât show it. Not that youâre interested, of course. Youâre just⌠observing. So is he, clearly. He peers over his glasses at you both, his expression not betraying anything.
You flinch when Taehyun pinches your side. Turning back to him, youâre ready to yell at him for being an annoying asshole, when he fixes you with a pitying sort of look. You swallow.
âHey,â he says softly, âdonât overthink, okay? Heâs alone right now, you might as well talk to him about this.â
You blink uneasily, eyes flitting between your friend and the unopened book in front of you.
âHow long are you gonna avoid him? Youâve been hiding this for months. And⌠he has a right to know,â Taehyun finishes, flicking a strand of hair out of his eyes.
You swallow again, around the lump in your throat thatâs been sitting there for months. You found out that Jake was your soulmate months ago. Yet, you canât seem to bring yourself to confront him or tell him about it. A far cry from the whole entire concept of soulmatesâisnât he supposed to be your missing puzzle piece? Certainly not, if youâre too nervous to even approach him. The universe must have made a mistake. Whatever higher being exists must have assigned you to the wrong person.
Taehyun is right, though. (Youâre not going to admit it to him, of course; thereâs no need to boost his already inflated ego.)
Jake Sim does have a right to know that heâs your soulmate.Â
You shift uncomfortably. Taehyun drops his gaze with a sigh. âI know you two have a history but canât you just sort this out?â
âI⌠canât,â you say lamely.Â
Your best friend looks sadly at you. You look away, fidgeting with the cover of your textbook. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a girl make her way to Jakeâs table. He perks up immediately, greeting her with a soft smile. She sits down next to him and grabs Jakeâs laptop, angling it towards her like itâs second nature. It probably is, you think bitterly.
Another reason why you canât tell Jake Sim about this whole Situation: He has a girlfriend.
Park Chaerin meets your eyes and waves at you cheerfully. You wave back, feeling sick to your stomach.
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You press the tip of your pen into your notebook, fighting the urge to close your eyes. Even the half-empty cup of coffee next to your laptop has done little to wake you up. Morning classes are the bane of your existence, and as a night owl, you vehemently dislike getting up early. Your professor rattles on about an assignment due in a week. You stifle another yawn behind your hand.
Feeling a yank on your little finger, you press the palm of your hand on the desk and ignore it. Jake Sim is sitting right next to youâcourtesy of both of you having arrived five minutes late, and the only seats left were in the last row. Your Friday 8 AM lecture on the Quantum Theory of Electromagnetism is normally interesting, but Professor Jang makes even the most stimulating topics seem dry. You usually end up resorting to self-study sessions in order to understand everything.Â
Jake is scribbling something next to you. Heâs probably doodling. He used to do that a lot when he was little, too. You recall pages upon pages of maths notes interspersed with tiny drawings of dinosaurs and dragons in the margins. They had made you laugh at the time.Â
âHey,â he whispers.
You blink.
âHi,â you say.
Jake grins at youâand youâre dazzled, for a moment. Itâs been so long since youâve had that smile of his being directed at you. Youâve seen him smile at other people on campusâhis new friends, his girlfriend, acquaintancesâall from afar, and you push down the bitter sting of rejection that pricks you every time. After so many months, it feels like you were in a pitch-black room all this time, and someone suddenly turned on the lights. Itâs blinding.
Your former friend caps his pen and leans back in his chair. âDid you get enough sleep?â
âUm, yeah,â you answer. Just to be polite, you add, â...Did you?â
âKind of.â Jake winces.
âOh.â
âI was trying to understand the topic before this. Yâknowââ he meets your eyes expectantlyâ âthe whole Kronig-Penney model and the Bloch function and all that. I spent, like, two hours on them,â he says sheepishly.
âOh, uh, yeah, those are kinda difficult,â you offer.
Youâre still perplexed by this whole situation. Admittedly, after weeks of minimal contact with your childhood best friend, this isnât how you imagined your reunion would go. All awkwardness aside, however, it feels⌠nice, talking to him again. Itâs hard to move past the last few months, but thereâs nothing wrong with this, right? You can think of it as two classmates bonding over a hard course they willingly chose. Two classmates whoâve known each other since they were toddlers just learning to walk, but you deliberately donât think of that.
Jake hums. âThe graphs get super confusing.â
âI guess,â you say.Â
He leans forward abruptly, elbows knocking on the edge of the desk. His stare on you is intent, focused. âIs your number still the same?â
You gape at him, mouth open like a blown-out fish. âUh⌠yeah. Why?â
âSo I can text you if I donât understand anything,â Jake says simply, easily, still sporting that same easygoing smile of his. Your stomach twists into knots, and you force yourself to appear calm and not like your heart is about to leap out of your throat.
âI think you shouldâve asked me first,â you manage to say.
He looks at you strangely, a dip in his eyebrows. âWhy would I do that?â
Why, indeed.
Jake has known you for years; this is an undeniable fact. Even now, he probably knows you better than anyone else doesâor ever could. So thereâs absolutely no way he canât make sense of the stifling awkwardness that surrounds you both.
However, the same holds true for you: You know Jake Sim just as well as he knows you. You know heâs trying to bridge a gap, make amends in a way only he does. You would be a fool if you didnât take it in stride.
You crack a small smile. âFair enough.â
He picks up his pen and twirls it between his fingers idly, before saying, âIâll text you about other stuff, too.â
âOkay.â
âGreat.â
Jake is all smiles and sunshine. He starts doodling againâwhat looks like a misshapen traffic cone of some sort. You look away, and tuck this little slice of goldenness into your rapidly rabbiting heart.Â
This is not good. You pay no heed to the thread around your little finger, and pick up your own pen. Angling your notebook away from your deskmate, you begin to write.
REASONS WHY JAKE SIM CANNOT BE MY SOULMATE FUCK THIS SHIT IM OUT
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#1. he doesnât know you as well as he should (okay, maybe he does)
You have no clue how you ended up studying with Jake Sim and Park Chaerin, of all people.
Your own friends, Kang Taehyun and Kim Gaeul are utterly nonplussed at this new situation. You give them a helpless shrug when they elbow each other and raise their eyebrows at you. The library is fairly empty at this hour, which makes it an ideal time to study without the distractions of other people. Of course, you didnât consider the two people whoâve decided youâre a physics expert and require your guidance.
You humour them because youâre a nice personânot because youâre weak to Jakeâs entreaties and his offer of buying you food for a whole week.
Chaerin smiles at your friends. âHey, guys! Come join us.â
Taehyun is the first to blink out of his confusion. He moves forward, pulling out the chair opposite yours and settling down. âThanks. We wonât bother you guys much.â
Gaeul nods her head. âYeah, I have a bunch of assignments to finish.â She chuckles nervously, smoothing out her hair.
âNo problem,â Jake supplies. âYour friend is super smart.â
Taehyun raises his eyebrows, pointing an incredulous finger at you. âYou meanâŚ?â
âHey!â You swing your leg and kick Taehyunâs shin from under the table. He winces in pain. Gaeul giggles, and so does Chaerin. Jake lets out an amused snort.
âAnyway, as I was saying,â you say, âthis bit isnât that important from a test point of view, so just go over it to get the general idea.â You mark the paragraph you were referring to with a pencil.
Chaerin and Jake nod in tandem, like a pair of bobbleheads. You bite your lip to stifle your smileâtheyâre so perfect together, itâs ridiculous. You wouldnât be surprised if Jakeâs end of the string was connected to Chaerinâs instead. Is that even possible? Youâll have to google it up.
The thought puts a significant damper on your mood, and you turn away, drawing back from the pair sitting next to you.Â
Instead, you lock eyes with Taehyun, whoâs glaring at you with enough intensity to drill a hole through your forehead. Talk to him, he mouths. You give him a small shake of your head.
You canât talk to him about anything serious. Explaining physics to him and his girlfriend in the presence of your own best friends is a sort of safe zone; you donât have to discuss anything personal whatsoever. All you have to do is prattle off a list of formulae and derivations and graphs, and hope that what youâre telling them to study is actually going to be asked on your midterm next week.
Taehyun rolls his eyes so hard, you wonder how they havenât popped out of their sockets. Heâs exasperated, you can tellâand Gaeul has probably been receiving the brunt of it all, because he would never outrightly say heâs upset with you. He would rant to Gaeul instead, trusting that she would tell you everything he told her but more nicely. Thatâs how your little trio circles back to each other.
You shift uncomfortably. Gaeul catches your eye and gives you a small, sympathetic smile. Your lips twitch upwards slightly.
âWow,â Chaerin says, âI canât believe we finished a whole unit in, like, one and a half hours.â She directs the next part to you. âYouâre really smart. Donât listen to Taehyun.â
âY/N doesnât listen to me anyway,â your friend grumbles. Gaeul hides her snort behind her styrofoam cup of coffee.
Speaking of which, you could really use some caffeine too. Anything to get away from Jake Sim and his quiet, knowing⌠aura, is the word you settle for. He wasnât always this quietâhe used to be loud and raucous when it was just the two of you in high schoolâso while this new development isnât surprising, it certainly is jarring.
âIâm going to get some coffee,â you announce to the table at large. âAnyone wanna come with?â
âIâll come,â Jake says immediately. âI owe you for teaching us.â
âOh, um.â You attempt to smile. âIââ
âPlease go,â Taehyun says suddenly, his tone beseeching. âI need coffee too but I donât trust Y/N to not put salt in mine or something.â
You gape at him, betrayal flooding your features. Gaeul snorts again. Chaerin just looks at you and Jake alternately. Jakeâs lips twitch upwards. âY/N still does that?â
You whirl around to face him. âWhat?â
âOh, this is getting interesting,â Gaeul pipes up. âDo elaborate.â
âI second that,â Chaerin adds.Â
You feel your cheeks and the back of your neck heat up. You want to implore your former best friend to keep his pretty mouth shut, but your ego doesnât let you grovel in front of three other people. Jake raises his eyebrows, lips parting to form a small âoâ. He smiles, a little bit sheepish. Before he can say anything, you intervene.
âThat was one time, Taehyun!â you snap. âAnd it was by accident. Why would I willingly put salt in your coffee?â
Taehyun raises an eyebrow at you, but inside, you know heâs laughing uncontrollably at your predicament. âWho knows? You might wanna poison me for being cooler than you.â
âWhat is this, high school? And why the fuck would I want a murder on my hands? Iâm too young to go to jail.â
Chaerin tries to muffle her giggles with her hand. Both you and Taehyun turn simultaneously to look at her. âSorry.â She giggles again. âYou two talk like an old married couple.â
âGross,â you say, at the same time Taehyun draws out an, âEw,â and extends the last syllable like a child in kindergarten.
âOh my God,â Gaeul says. âChaerin, youâre a genius. I see it too.â
âNot you too,â Taehyun groans.
The two begin bickering again, and Chaerin joins them with enthusiasm, adding her own little tidbits of support for Gaeul in between the conversation. During all this, Jake remains remarkably quiet, an amused smile tugging on his lips.Â
You turn to him, a rush of sudden embarrassment making your cheeks heat up. It occurs to you that heâs never seen you like thisâlaughing and joking around with your friends. Friends that donât include him. âSorry,â you mumble. âLetâs go get coffee.â
âOkay.âÂ
You and Jake push your chairs back under the table and exit the library. The coffee shop is two storeys down, so you make a beeline for the staircase. Your former best friend follows you, his undone shoelaces slapping on the tiles. He still doesnât tie his shoelaces properly, then. Perhaps he hasnât changed as much as you thought.
âHey, by the way,â he says, âI was gonna tell Taehyun about the time I put salt in your coffee.â
â...I know.â Your answer is short, clipped. You force your shoulders to relaxâthereâs no need to tense up when Jake Sim is around.
âOh. Uh, okay then.âÂ
You donât look at him, but youâre fairly certain heâs doing that thing he always does when heâs feeling awkward: A little rub of his thumb against the corner of his mouth. Itâs a tic heâs always had, from the time you were in elementary school, and it isnât any different now.
A stifling silence falls upon you both. You almost wish Taehyun and Gaeul were here, bringing Chaerin with them in tow. The three of them seemed to get along well; the chances of the five of you hanging out outside of college are high, now.
Of course, that also means you and Jake will have to pretend like everythingâs alright between you both, and that your decades-long friendship wasnât shattered by one single argument.
You round the corner to the staircase and begin the descent downwards. Jake holds onto the railing on the other side. Despite everything, you think Jake is the braver one between you two.Â
He breaks the silence as easily as he broke your heart, and asks:
âDo you still take your macchiato with two packets of sugar?â
âYeah,â you say softly.
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#2. he wants to be friends again (why?)
You blame Kang Taehyun for this.
Of course he had to forget to pick up the pizza from the local restaurant before coming back to his place. Of course he didnât check the weather forecast beforehand, and even if he did, of course he didnât tell you it was going to rain. Of fucking course he asks you to pick up the food for him because your classes only ended at 4 and the get-together to celebrate the end of midterms was at 4:30.
If you had the power, you would curse your best friend to oblivion. You grip your phone in your hand, gritting your teeth and staring down at the screen.
Group Chat: the holy trinity of dumbasses 𤥠[16:12] You: itâs fukcing pouring here and i didnt bring my car [16:12] taehyun (mega asshole đ¤Ź): *Fucking [16:13] You: yeah itâs something youâve never done before [16:13] You: i have the pizza [16:13] You: come and pick me up or im throwing it in the dustbin. [16:14] gaeul đ¤: u shouldnât waste food y/n >:( [16:14] taehyun (mega asshole đ¤Ź): Youâre making Gaeul cry >:( [16:14] gaeul đ¤: girl what [16:15] You: aw cute [16:15] You: seriously tho [16:16] You: come pick me up [16:17] taehyun (mega asshole đ¤Ź): OK, Iâm on my way [16:17] You: FUCKING FINALLY
The plastic bag with all the pizza boxes dangles off your wrist, cutting into your skin. The steps that lead to the inside of the restaurant are slick with rainwater. You open Instagram and scroll through your feed mindlessly, clicking on your classmatesâ stories.Â
You shiver. Rainy weather always makes the temperature drop by several degrees, and your flimsy jacket isnât enough to drive away the chill. Forget Taehyun, maybe you shouldâve checked the forecast instead. Sometimes (read: most of the time) you can be just as stupid as him. You wonder how Gaeul puts up with the single brain cell you and Taehyun toss between each other like a hot potato.
Honestly, you just want to go somewhere where itâs dry and warm.
Your phone vibrates in your hand, and it takes you a whole minute to comprehend the name that shows up on the caller ID.
Jake Sim.
Why is Jake Sim calling you?
You chew on your lip nervously before swiping your thumb up and accepting his call. Bringing your phone to your ear, you let the plastic bag sway gently. The line is silent for a few seconds, as though neither of you can comprehend the fact that youâre on a call with each other. It makes sense; this is the first time in months heâs calling you.
Finally, Jakeâs voice crackles over the speaker. âHey.â
âHi.â
âIâm outside. Can you see me?â
âI, uh.â You look around quickly. The parking lot in front of you is mostly empty, a good chunk of people having escaped the rain. Itâs not hard to make out the solitary figure standing outside a beaten-down Toyota, holding an umbrella aloft. âYeah, I see you.â
âOh, good,â he says. âDo you have an umbrella?â
âNope. Just⌠pizza.â
Jake makes a noise that sounds like a warbled chuckle. âOkay, Iâm coming over there.â
â...Okay.â
For some strange reason, you donât feel like ending the call. You fumble for something to say, because itâs weird just being on a call with someone you can literally see. The tug on your little finger as he comes closer to you makes a lump form in your throat. You take a deep breath and push it down into your stomach.Â
âYou havenât changed your car,â you say lightly.
Jake hums, the sound so familiar it doesnât even surprise you until you register it. âCanât afford a new one. Plus, it works decently.â
He strides over to you, and itâs unnecessarily sexyâthe way he holds the black umbrella up with one hand and his phone to his ear with the other. You can see the speckles of rain on his grey hoodie where the raindrops bounce off the ends of the umbrella. His hair is swept to the side, lips pink with chapstick. Another yank on your pinkie finger; you clench your fist.
âPlease,â you snort. âThe last time I was in it, it took twenty minutes to start the engine. That was a year ago, Jake.â
Heâs closer now, nearing the steps. His eyes donât leave yours. They trace over all your features, as though heâs committing you to memoryâyou, with your tangled hair and tired eye bags, chapped lips and dirty sneakers. You swallow.
He puts his phone down and speaks to you directly. âI think that was the driverâs fault. But donât worry, I can drive better now.â
You let your hand drop limply to your side.Â
âHi,â Jake says.
âHi again,â you manage to say.
âHere, let me take that.â He reaches out for the pizza bag, but you donât give it to him.
âItâs fine. Just⌠hold up the umbrella and donât get us wet.â
Jake laughs, a short, bright sound. âI wonât.â
You step towards him, quickly slipping underneath the shelter of the umbrella above your head. Itâs a tight fitâone of your shoulders pokes out, as does one of his. You grimace when your sleeve gets splattered with rain.
Jake leads the way to his ancient car, scratched and scuffed with years of use. It was his dadâs old one, a gift for him on his seventeenth birthday, one that his mom had told you about to surprise him with. It seems like a bygone history now.
âI thought Taehyun was gonna come,â you comment.
Jake looks at you strangely. âI thought you asked for me to come pick you up.â
âI⌠did?â You gasp at the realisation. Kang Taehyun, that fucker. âIâm sorry,â you say awkwardly. âTaehyun probably told you that I was stuck in the rain.â
âHe did,â Jake confirms. âDonât worry âbout it. Itâs not a problem at all.â
âOh⌠okay, then.â Still, you feel guilty. Jake came all the way in the rain just because your best friend couldnât stop being a meddling little nincompoop.
âWhy wouldnât I come?â Jake continues. His voice sounds deliberately casual. âWeâre friends, arenât we?â
â...Yeah. I guess.â
Jake stops near his car, fishing around in his pocket for the keys. âLook, IâI know things havenât been the same lately, but Iââ he licks his lips, another nervous tic of hisâ âI want you to know that I never stopped thinking of you as my best friend. Okay?â
You blink, sucking in a breath sharply. âI, um, yeah. Yeah, okay,â you say lamely.
Jake nods once, not meeting your eyes. âAnd for what itâs worth, Iâm glad youâve found friends like Gaeul and Taehyun. Theyâre good people.â
âSo is Chaerin,â you say. âAnd so is Sunghoon.â
âYeah,â he says, smiling faintly, unlocking the door. âAnd so are you.â
Sometimes, you wonder if Jake also feels a pull on his little finger. If he does, does he ever wonder where itâs from? Or does he not feel it at all? You bend your finger and shuffle into the passenger side of his car. He closes the door for you before crossing over to the other side and climbing into the driverâs seat.
Whatever the case is, one thing is for sure: Jake Sim is your soulmate, and even if he wasnât, youâd still be in love with him.
Just like you were one year ago.
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#3. his parents adore you (and so do you, but thereâs always the yearning and the aching)
âHey, mom and dad are asking when youâre gonna visit again.â
Jake swings into your periphery, putting his phone back in his pocket. His mom had called about fifteen minutes ago to make plans for Jake to go home over the weekend. Potentially, you could also goâyour childhood home is right next to his. Itâs been a while since you last visited; your little sister sends you texts about how much she misses you.
He sits down on the chair next to yours, looking at you expectantly. Youâre at your favourite spot in the library, one thatâs been designated as you and your friendsâ table. Jake and Chaerin have been officially integrated into your tiny trio; Gaeul and Chaerin get along really well, and Taehyun and Jake follow the same sports teams. Occasionally, their other friend, Park Sunghoon, joins you but heâs very quiet and mostly keeps to himself.
You donât look up from your laptop screen when you answer, âIâm not sure.â
âHuh. Mom says youâve said that to your mom every time she asks.â
Things between you and Jake have reached a semblance of normalcy, too. Itâs not the same as it used to beâit can never be the same as it used to beâbut at least the pang you feel in your chest whenever he talks to you has dulled somewhat.Â
âIâve been busy,â you say vaguely.Â
âOh, câmon,â Jake retorts. âOur midterms were over a week ago. Whatâre you waiting for?â
You donât reply. He waits for a moment before saying, âI could drive you.â
That gets your full attention. Your gaze snaps to him, mouth pressed together.Â
âI mean, we literally live right next to each other, Y/N,â he continues. âItâll save gas. And the environment.â
You snort. âYour car is more of a hazard to the environment than us not carpooling is.â
âYou donât know how to drive,â he deadpans.
âThatâs not true! I can drive, I just choose not to. Saving the environment and all.â You point an accusing finger at him. âIf you really care about the environment, you should take the bus home with me.â
Jake shrugs loosely. âI donât care how we go home, as long as you come with me. Iâm sure your sister misses you too.â
There it is again: That easy, light way he says things. Nonchalant and unaffectedâthough it affects you more than it should.
âYouâll pay for the tickets?âÂ
Jakeâs grin is golden. âIf thatâs what it takes.â
Thatâs how you find yourself crammed in between Jake Sim and an old auntie with a flower-patterned bandana, on the bus back to your hometown three days later. The auntie gives you and Jake a few cookies sheâd packed for her grandchildren, and then promptly falls asleep on your shoulder (Jake couldnât stop laughing for ten minutes when he saw the line of drool sheâd left on your shirt sleeve). He offers you his own shoulder in case you want to sleep too; your cheeks heat up at the thought. Itâs a bumpy ride, but after stopping at the bus stop nearest to your house, Flower Auntie sends you off with a few more cookies and a box of homemade kimchi, and you and Jake begin walking back to your neighbourhood.
Some things have changedâthe playground is being renovated, your old elementary school is being repainted, the Kims who owned the local ramen shop retired and set the place up for rent. But at its heart, itâs all the same, you think. Kids still run around holding warm bungeoppang from street stalls and cartons of strawberry milk from the convenience store. Their mothers sit around and gossip about celebrities and complain about their husbands. People working corporate jobs curse under their breaths about their bosses and their unforgiving schedules. Itâs late in the evening when you arrive, a bag containing all of Flower Auntieâs goodies hanging off Jakeâs arm. All the local eateries are opening up for the dinner rush, drawing people in with the offer of free beer and soju for every meal purchased.Â
âItâs nice, isnât it?â Jake says, a fond smile on his lips.
âYeah,â you agree softly.
Despite everything, itâs still home.
The two of you cross the streets to your houses, sneakers slapping against the pavement. Several neighbours whoâve seen you both grow up call out and wave hello. Youâre stopped by Mrs. Leeâs son, Heeseung, who makes you both promise to go out for dinner with him tomorrow.Â
Finally, you stand in front of your childhood home. The rusted door and peeling-off paint greets you like a best friend. You shoulder your backpack and ring the doorbell, saying goodbye to Jake as he walks into his own house.
The door swings openâonly to reveal Mrs. Sim standing at your doorway. Before you can voice your confusion, she pulls you into a tight hug, mumbling your name into your hair.
âWelcome home,â she says, moving aside and letting you in. âYour mother is in the kitchen. Sheâs just started making dinner.â
âOh, okay.â You grin. âItâs great to see you, Mrs. Sim.â
âI swear you love Y/N more than me.â
You turn around and see Jake standing by the door, an affectionate look in his eyes. You direct your grin at him, too.
âSuck it up, loser.â
Jakeâs guffaw rings in your ears even when your sister screams with unabashed joy as soon as she sees you.
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#4. he broke your heart once (he could do it again)
You stare at the red thread wrapped around your finger. Itâs dulled a bit now, compared to how it was a few years ago. Some of its shine is lost; it looks more opaque now. You crook your finger experimentally, knowing it's futile but still holding on to some hope that maybe Jake will feel it too.
To live for the hope of it all, as a wise song-writer once penned.
You startle when Jake sets a mug of coffee in front of you. His house is emptyâyour mother and Mrs. Sim went to buy groceries together and his father is out of the city on a business trip. Your sister is hanging out with her friends but told you to call her if you needed anything.
âHere you go,â Jake says, sitting down on the chair next to you. âHave some and then we can go buy some hangover soup.â
âThanks,â you mumble, curling your fingers around the mug and savouring its warmth. The liquid inside is not too bitter, but not too sweet eitherâjust how you like it.
âFeeling any better?â
You wince. Going out for dinner with Heeseung meant drinks were also attached. Being back in your hometown after weeks meant you had to check out all your favourite restaurants again and visit the ones that popped up after you left for college. The result: You swallowed down entirely too much soju, Heeseung and Jake had to physically carry you home, your head is killing you right now, and your embarrassment is at its peak.
When you woke up in the early afternoon to texts from your family members detailing their various absences, you reluctantly made your way out of your bedroom and to the Simsâ place.Â
Which brings you here, perched on a chair at the Simsâ dining table, fiddling with your red string of fate, while the object of your thoughts sits right next to you.
âYeah, a little,â you murmur in response to his question.
âGood.â Jake stretches his arms above his head, exposing a sliver of his midriff. You swallow. âYour alcohol tolerance is still the same.â
âYours isnât any better,â you counter. âYou didnât drink more than one bottle of soju.â
He raises an eyebrow. âYou were counting?â
You huff, ignoring the warmth that spreads to your cheeks. âThatâs not the point.â
âIâm just joking,â he says, bringing his hands back down. âI was kinda surprised Heeseung has a girlfriend now.â
You hum, taking another sip of your drink. Your head still pounds, but the caffeine is kicking in and making you more lively. It is strange, though, seeing your childhood friend settle down. Judging by the way he talks about her, heâs completely smitten. Sheâs my soulmate, he had said, and I donât even believe in my thread.
The memory makes hurt bubble up inside your throat, so you chug the remaining liquid in the mug.
âItâs nice, though,â Jake continues, something⌠wistful crossing his face. âI wish I had someone like that.â
You look away, staring down at the ring of coffee left on the wooden table from your mug. âYeah, I guess⌠Arenât you dating Chaerin, though?â
You bite the bulletâwhatâs the point, anyway? Thereâs no use in dragging it out. Not when he clearly doesnât know that his soulmate is sitting right next to him. You can deal with the hurt that comes with rejection later.
Jake stills. You glance at himâhe tilts his head confusedly. âChaerin? No⌠What makes you think that?â
âEveryone said you guys were dating,â you say with a small, uncertain shrug.Â
âI meanâŚâ He blinks. âWe hooked up once, but thatâs really it.â
Itâs your turn to blink now, bemused. âHuh?â
âYeah, we were drunk and it just sorta happened? I dunno,â he says sheepishly. âWe didnât remember any of it later, so we just agreed to remain friends. Plus, her soulmate is Sunghoon.â
âWait, what?â Your teeth worry your bottom lip. Your mind is swirling with questionsâwas it possible that you had misread Jake Sim all this time?
âYeah,â he says softly. âItâs no big deal.â
â...Oh. Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have assumed things,â you apologise quietly. Despite all this, his words make a swell of optimism rise in your chest.
He shrugs. âI, uh, wouldnât blame you. We didnât talk much after⌠after everything.â
âYeah.â Your admission is soft, regret burning a hole in your tongue.
âSo, umâŚâ Jake trails off, looking unsure of himself. Thatâs a first, you realise with a start. Heâs usually so calm and collected, even in the worst times. âDo you still feel the same as you did a year ago?â
You suck in a breath. âWhyâwhy would you ask me something like that?â
âIâjust curious.â
His eyes land on yours, beseeching and glorious. Even when heâs just woken up, he looks like heâs been dipped in the sunâs golden rays. Your heart hammers inside your chest.
âWait, can I ask you something else? Why⌠did you reject me that night?â
As soon as the words leave your mouth, youâre transported back to that fateful evening in July.
You stuttered the words out, and explained that you were in love with him, that you were pretty sure he was your soulmate, regardless of who your string was actually connected to. With every new sentence you tacked on, the emotion on Jakeâs face vanished. Towards the end, you felt your face crumble.
He left you alone on the pavement, broken-hearted and lovesick.
Jake clears his throat awkwardly. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to come off so harsh on you that day.â
âI donât care about that, Jake,â you say simply. âI just want to know why.â
âBecause I was stupid. I didnât believe in the soulmate bullshit, but I know you do. Youâve always been a hopeless romantic. Iââ He licks his lips before continuingâ âThe truth is, Y/N, I really, really like you⌠But I didnât want to hold you back from finding your true soulmateâwhoever was on the other side of your stringââcause I know theyâre gonna be the one for you.â
If you werenât sitting already, youâre sure Jakeâs confession would have swept you off your feet and you would be a bumbling mess on his dining room floor. Seeing the forlorn look on his face, you nearly crumble. How stupid your soulmate is. How kind and caring and selfless.Â
âSo I rejected you. I thought I wouldnât be able to make you happy.â He pauses for a moment, his voice dropping. âItâs still the biggest mistake Iâve ever made.â
You finally find your voice. âJakeâŚâ
He laughs somberly. âYou probably think Iâm an asshole.â
âI could never think that,â you say firmly. Your hand finds his on the tabletop, and he laces your fingers together, staring at your connected palms with awe.
âI do think youâre a little bit dumb, because Iâve liked you too since, like, foreverââ
âDefine forever,â he interrupts, not unkindly.
âWellâmaybe since the time you surprised me with all the physical copies of that book series I wanted for my fifteenth birthday?â
âThen,â he says, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, âIâve loved you since before forever.â
A surprised laugh bursts out of your mouth. You feel a tug on your little finger as Jake moves his hand away from yours and cups your cheek with it instead. âIâve also wanted to kiss you since before forever.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he confirms, drawing closer to you.
You lean forward and capture his lips with yours, running your tongue along his bottom lip. He parts his mouth with a sigh, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. His other free hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck; you wind your arms around his neck. The position is a bit cumbersomeâthe edge of the chair digs into your thigh, and he nearly knocks his elbow on the back of his chairâbut his touch is searing hot, the welcome kind, the kind that makes you crave more and more and more.
âYou promise you wonât do it again?â you ask later, out of breath and flushed.
âI promise,â he says, and he links his pinkie finger with yours to seal the deal.
The thread tied around it glows golden.
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#5. he doesnât even believe in soulmates (but heâll try)
âYou canât see it?â
âIâve told you a million times already,â Jake says patiently, âbut I canât.â
âHow?â You look at him dubiously. âItâs literally a glowing golden thread connecting you and me.â
âI donât need a thread to connect us,â your boyfriend quips. âI can think of better uses for a rope.â
You make a sound of disgust. âWeâre at the library.â
Jake Sim grins at you, all bright and shining and vivid. âSo?â
Taehyun lets out a pointed cough, typing on his laptop. âThere are other people here,â he says, motioning to Gaeul, Chaerin and Sunghoon. All three of them are very obviously avoiding your gaze. Even the tips of Taehyunâs ears are pink. You stifle a giggle.
âSorry,â Jake says, not sounding sorry at all. He picks up your hand again, thumb brushing against the knuckle of your little finger, right above the knot where the golden string is tied. He whispers to you, next, âI just donât believe in it.â
âI know,â you say. âBut youâre missing out on a lot.â
Jake hums. âI donât believe in soulmates. But I believe in you.â
You roll your eyes, ready to chew him out for being a sappy romantic again, when his next words make your heart stutter.
âI think thatâs good enough for me.â
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7 minutes in heaven with ...Hyunjin?!
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fuck, i shouldnât of come.
you thought to yourself. you sat on the floor in a dimly lit room in a frat house getting ready to play a game of spin the bottle. your best friend had dragged you out of the dorms, for this? youâd rather be anywhere else right now, especially after making eye contact with him. Hwang Hyunjin.
you two didnât like each other - that was putting it lightly. He was annoying, arrogant, and everyone worshipped him. you hated that, and he hated you because you didnât, or at least thatâs how it seemed.
after a few spins, the bottle landed on you and âŚhim. your friend laughed, knowing the lore between the two of you, and this round the chosen were to play seven minutes in heaven. was this the demon lordâs doing? someone had to have had it out for you.
you rolled your eyes, but you didnât wanna cause a scene, you wouldnât, so you went willingly, Hyunjin leading the way.
after a few minutes, you were already sitting in a cramped closet, very cramped. you were sitting opposite of him, your knees almost touching, though you were trying your best to keep even that from happening. while he looked at you with a cold expression, âwell?â he spoke.
you huffed, coming off bored. âiâm not doing anything with you.â disgust laced in your tone, âiâd rather swim with sharks.â
âplease,â he scoffed, âitâs not like i want to be here with you either.â
âthis is hell.â you sighed.
he smirked, âitâs just 7 minutes.â
â7 minutes too long.â
he leaned over to you, âstop whining. it's gonna pass very quickly.â
you shot him a glare.
âasshole.â
he chuckled at your insult, then proceeded to purposely click his knees to yours.
âcalm down. Itâs not my fault the bottle fell on you.â
you were clearly not amused with any of this. how he was so calm was beyond your comprehension. you looked up, a warm light hung above, doing little to nothing. he was fidgeting with his rings on his nimble fingers. the shadows casted shaping his perfectly sculpted features whilst loose strands of hair framed his face, his honey skin glistened and lush as ever. it was aggravating how perfect he was.
he mustâve felt you staring because he looked straight up at you. a sly grin appearing on his face.
âare you checking me out, princess?â
fuck. thatâs exactly what you were doing.
âno.â
âseemed like it.â he slurred his words, he even sounded hot.
âjust because everyone else finds you attractive, doesnât mean i do.â a lie. âand donât call me that.â
he tilt his head to the side, brows furrowed and holding his bottom lip between his teeth. he spoke again, his tone deep and low, inching closer on into your side of the closet. your back sank into the wall behind you, you had no where to go. like a mouse caught in the catâs mouth.
âno need to lie to me. i can see right through you, princess.â he whispered.
your breath caught as he closed the distance between you even more, he was enticing, daunting, was this a test? he rendered you near speechless, your cheeks were burning up, and you hoped he couldnât tell. you held your ground, wanting to be just as intimidating (failing). though his black eyes were pulling you in further, his expensive cologne clouding your thoughts. you liked all of it, and you couldnât admit it, or more like, you were choosing not to.
âthis is a game for you, im not stupid Hyunjin.â you whispered, your brain felt fuzzy, your eyes hung low, and were draped with lust induced curiosity. your tone not nearly as serious as you words. maybe you even batted your lashes, and stole a glance at his lips, not that.. that meant anything, or whatever.
he smirked once more when you whispered his name. he was enjoying the way you looked at him, your lashes casting shadows that met the blush on your cheeks. heâd gift you the world if you asked him to in this moment, thatâs how awestruck he was in your presence. and the way you said his name, he usually only heard insults from you, he knew he was getting somewhere if that wasnât the case now. he placed his hand on your knee, pushing them down and slowly dragged his hand along your inner thigh, seeing just how far you were gonna let him go.
his eyes were low, focused on his own movements, as you watched, your heart now pounding against your rib cage.
he spoke in a low, calming tone, âim not playing a game. youâre just obvious.â
you scoffed, âand youâre just delusional.â
you attempted to remove his hand with your own, but when your hand met his, something shifted. his hands were much larger than your own, your eyes lingered on them for a moment, they could swallow your own hands whole. you began to wonder how they would feel wrapped around your-
your smile slipped as you came to terms with your situation, locked in a closet with the campus it boy, mr.prince himself. anyone else would kill for this opportunity, not you though, right?
shit.
when he realized you werenât gonna move his hand, his grip tightened and he edged even closer. he was now sitting between your legs.
he loved the way you couldnât look away from his eyes now, the way your smile faded. he could see the wheels turning in your head and he held your gaze, but admiring all of you. âif i am, tell me to stop.â
you were able to come up for air for a moment.
âyou just want me to fall into your trap.â
and if it was working? then what? but he knew the answer to that, jerk, you thought.
âyouâre so use to just getting what you want⌠iâm not that easy.â
your words were hollow, yet they stung. he held the close proximity anyway, and you didnât try to change that, rather, your body didnât, no matter how much your brain fought against it. your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, they looked soft⌠were they?
he held back a smirk, he noticed your glances, swooned in silence. he knew deep down you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. his hand still rested on your thigh, moving it from time to time to make you feel more and more needy for him. he enjoyed that you werenât as unaffected as you tried to act. âi know you arenât. youâre the most difficult person iâve ever met.â
a truth.
you werenât begging for his attention like others did, he didnât want you to. he liked the back and forth, he had to admit. though, he had long coveted for you, you despised him, yet here you two were, and at a mere coincidence. you had him in the palm of your hand and you were all but aware of it. he edged closer, risking it all until his lips were hovering dangerously close to yours.
âHyunjinâŚ.â you whispered, a warning. he was winning, but you were too far gone to do anything about it.
Hyunjinâs breath caught as he heard you say his name in a soft voice. you were driving him insane. he wanted to lean in and kiss you, but he held himself back. he needed to tease you a bit more. âyeah, princess? canât think of anything to say?â his lips hovered over yours as he spoke.
âyouâre the one giving it up so easily.â you gave one last bite with your words, shaking your head while your tone and body gave in.
he could sense it all, how your body and tone completely changed. his body was nearly pressed against yours.
he chuckled against your neck and spoke, âjust shut up.â he placed small kisses on your neck and collarbone. His hand went up higher on your thigh until it reached your waist, pulling you into him even more.
you held your breath as his lips hit your skin, your nails found their way into his hair, tugging softly. you whispered his name again, your tone needy and desperate. you mentally scolded yourself, what the fuck was that?
he could hear the desperation in your voice, you needed him and it was clear as a day, his name sounded heavenly out your mouth, he wanted to make you say it over and over again. it made him want to do more, to do so much more. he spoke against your skin in a soft, hungry voice. âprincessâŚâ
âkiss me already.â you spoke through gritted teeth.
Hyunjin pulled away from your neck slowly when you spoke out those words. he looked at you for a moment, observing how you looked with your eyes full of lust. he didnât need to hear you beg twice. he crashed his lips against yours and captured them in a heated, hungry kiss. savoring the feeling, and the taste. you were so delicate and soft. he adored it. his tongue slipped in between your lips as his hands grabbed your waist and pulled you on his lap suddenly, his back hitting the wall.
you let out a soft whine into his mouth as he pulled you on top of him, his strength taking you by surprise.
he smirked at that, melting under your pretty little whimpers. as you straddled him, his hands were firmly on your hips, he began to grind you gently on his, in rhythm with the kiss.
and he held you close, like he would lose you at any second, he couldnât get enough, both your chests pressed against each other, he could feel how hard it was slowly becoming to breathe.
he wore jeans and you could feel everything, the rough fabric easily getting you off already. this was so fucked, yet you were drowning in all of it. the way he held you, the way his hands were slipping under your shirt to squeeze your skin, how he kissed you like he was starving. you couldnât help it. your hands cupped his face, deepening the already intense feeling between the two of you. you pressed yourself down against the fabric, growing needy for some type of release.
Hyunjin let out a moan quietly as he broke the kiss. he looked at you, breathing heavily, he spoke in a low, dark voice, â(y/n).â he started to run his hands down your waist and thighs, his touch getting more firm and dominant. his gaze was murderous.
he brought his lips to yours again, meeting for a moment but not connecting. you chased them, meeting his again. he kissed you with, if not more, hunger than the last. this one was more merciful, labored. melting every fiber of your being. neither of you could get enough. he pulled back to breath.
âwe should stopâŚâ you breathed.
he chuckled at your comment, he leaned in and placed gentle kisses on your shoulder as he responded. âoh really?â he continued giving you kisses up your neck, till he reached your jawline, he looked up at you and spoke, âstill wanna stop?â
he was making this difficult, you couldnât stay in here. someone was bound to catch you. but you really didnât want it to end either.
âweâll get caught pretty boy.â your nails traced up his neck.
he was well aware that someone could catch you, that you shouldnât be doing this at all, but he couldnât stop himself. he pulled away from your skin and spoke against your ear, âdoors locked, we can be quiet?â
your hands snaked past his neck and down his back, underneath his shirt, he was so warm, you let your nails drag softly on his skin. âare you gonna make sure i stay quiet?â you whispered against his ear, leaving one gentle kiss just below it. you couldnât believe what you were saying, but it was like word vomit, wether you meant it or not.
a shiver went down his spine as he felt your fingernails on his skin and your lips on his ear. he let out a small âfuckâ and closed his eyes. he could feel the fire inside of him igniting more and more as your body was pressed against his, your lips on his skin. he didnât let you speak once more and instead pushed his lips against yours in a voracious kiss. a moan escaped your lips.
Hyunjin grunted against your lips as you started to grind against him again, his hands that were resting on your hips were now fully grasping your ass, he took control. he was breathing heavily and he broke the kiss for a moment again, he spoke in a hot, low voice, sounding very desperate now, â⌠youâre driving me insane.â
âoh, so now you wanna stop?â you breathed out, you were almost out of breath from the heated kiss. your hands slid down his chest to his torso, and they landed on his belt. he watched you, studying your every move with an ardent gaze, he bit his lip, he couldnât believe his eyes, all the times he thought of you, and now here you were sitting on his lap, teasing him. he took a deep breath, wanting this so badly, needing you so badly. he furrowed his brows, he took your hands in his, âare you sure you wanna do this?â
and suddenly, you stopped to think.
all of this was happening so fast, you didnât even recognize this side of yourself. Hyunjin⌠the boy who was always such a jerk to you, was gripping your hips and moaning curses in your ear in a tiny closet at some frat house. maybe you shouldnât do this, what were you thinking? he didnât actually like you, this was probably another regular friday night for him. he probably wanted this to happen so he could brag about come monday. heâd tell everyone how easy it was, how you were the whore who gave it up to him. but when you looked into his eyes, sincerity was all you could sense. you felt like an idiot, you wouldnât fall for it, fall for him. none of this was genuine. itâs not like you wanted anything more with him. let alone this.
you were telling yourself anything at this point. but every negative thought seemed like a false one. you were confused.
âi-â you removed your hands, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear. you removed yourself from his lap suddenly and sat back in your original position, missing his warmth already. âi should go-â
you attempted to stand up, and Hyunjin felt his heart sink as you moved away from him, he reached for you, finding your fingers. âhold up-â
you could only look at him, wanting to cry now.
he was quiet for a few moments as his thoughts were entangled together, not knowing what words to use and how to say it without seeming vulnerable. he wasnât even sure what he was doing himself. he just knew that he wanted you. he looked up at you, his tone soft, âdonât go.â
typical, you thought.
âthatâs it?â you scoffed, âiâm not doing this with you. you donât even like me outside of here⌠i wonât be made to look like another whore that got added to your roster.â
you yanked your hand from his grasp and stood up, your hand resting on the door handle.
Hyunjin followed suit, towering over you. your words stung, your assumptions werenât true, and he could say that, but you wouldnât believe him. he wasnât gonna defile you in a frat closet anyway, you deserved so much better.
âi donât wanna do this here either. let me-â
you didnât let him finish, âi donât like you.â
your eyes were soft, your tone shattered. nothing he could say would change your mind now. you hated him, you hated him so much, and yet you were getting lost in his eyes again. they were soft, solicit, lust-filled, and crushed. your eyes trailed down to his lips, the ones just glued to yours mere seconds ago. why couldnât you think straight? you felt pathetic.
Hyunjin inched closer, wanting nothing more than to touch you again, kiss you again. âi donât want you like this. letâs get out of here.â
you were hesitant, âdonât-â
and then someone started banging on the door, you unlocked it and stormed out. leaving some very confused guys peering in, and Hyunjin behind.
- end: part 1 ????
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âCAUSE I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU
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๨ŕ§ËâË featuring. michael kaiser x fem reader
๨ŕ§ËâË content warnings. heavily self-insert/mindy lore, kaiserâs birthday present, fluff interlaced with angst, slow, intimate sex at the endÂ
๨ŕ§ËâË synopsis. how much he means to you â word count. 2.4k
December 25th.Â
And while the rest of the world is exhilarated, celebrating Christmas, for Kaiser today is just another day. Maybe one with more happiness and whatever is supposed to be this so-called âChristmas spirit,â but still itâs just another day.Â
You donât even realise when Kaiser has left your bed. You wake up disoriented and alone in your bed, faint traces of him sleeping next to you lingering in the room. You take a deep breath and steel yourself.Â
It was pure coincidence you found out that today is his birthday. Knowing him, he will just want to spend the day with you, give you your Christmas gift and maybe go out for a little stroll. Not even mentioning that today is his birthday, not even a small hint or anything. Even so, you want to make this day a little bit special for him. But you know you have to be careful and subtle about it, otherwise Kaiser might either explode or isolate himself from you.Â
The day officially starts when he returns from the private gym of your apartment building. For all his grumbling about being too much of an unnecessary hassle to decorate the apartment, Kaiser has to take a moment to admire how beautiful this morning is, watching you, unaware of his presence, setting up breakfast on the coffee table next to the tree you had decorated together. So many new things you âforcedâ him to do, things he somehow found enjoyable. But only because he did them with you.Â
The day passes by before you realise it. Despite your protests, Kaiser has bought you one gift, insisting that itâs from Santa, though he himself never believed in the guy. He doesnât want a gift from you, your beautiful smile as he insists on you opening your gift is all he needs. He had wanted to buy you more gifts. In fact, he was planning on making you a tower the size of your Christmas tree made of gifts. But you had insisted on not wanting any gifts, so he searched high and low to find the perfect gift, something small and personal, something you wouldnât be able to refuse.Â
Unwrapping his gift, your eyes widen at the beautiful ring with a sapphire blue gem curved in the shape of a rose. Youâre truly left speechless, admiring the craftsmanship of the ring. Kaiser, sitting on the floor next to you, props his elbow on his knee, leaning against his hand, and observes you with a small smile on his lips. Thatâs exactly how he had imagined your reaction.Â
âYou always tell me how much you like your reflection in my eyes, so I thought you could look at this ring and maybe think of me when Iâm away,â he says simply, though his heart is beating so fast, Kaiser thinks it might burst. He realises heâs feeling anxious. Anxious that you might reject his gift. The thought alone is enough to make him want to kill himself.Â
You surprise him before he spirals down in a loop of self-destructive thoughts by softly saying, âItâs perfect, thank you, my love.â He doesnât have the time to say anything as you press your lips to his in a slow, intimate kiss that clears the fog from his mind. Kaiser lets himself fall under your spell, pulling you closer to him and getting lost in the overwhelming feelings you pour in your kiss.Â
Kaiser doesnât realise when you carefully pull a necklace out of your pocket and wrap your arms around his neck, clasping the necklace around his neck. When he pulls back, he looks down, taking in the blue rose pendant hanging from his neck. His eyes shoot up to meet yours and before he opens his mouth, you shut him up with another kiss.Â
âYou donât need to force yourself to look happy or grateful right now,â you whisper against his lips when you pull slightly back, your eyes locking with his. âYou can throw this pendant away right now if you want. But I thought you deserved a gift too today.â You pause, your eyes searching his, trying to gauge his reaction. But his expression is unreadable, even to you. âI just didnât want to be the only one receiving a gift today,â you say with a small laugh, hinting how you knew he would definitely get you something.Â
Kaiser is silent for a long moment. Usually, the pendant would feel like a noose choking him, but it doesnât. Because it came from you. And he can tell you put great thought into this gift and you needed even greater courage to give it to him, knowing he would probably reject it. Heâs in a loss for words, a foreign feeling blooming deep inside him. He only nods as a sign of acknowledging your words and gift, but neither thanks you nor takes the necklace off. Instead, he leans in for another kiss.Â
The rest of the day passes by in a flash. The two of you spend your time together, going on strolls on the park nearby with hot chocolates in hand and later retrieving to your home for more private moments, watching Christmas movies while cuddling in bed together. You havenât mentioned anything about Kaiserâs birthday yet, not having yet understood how he feels about your earlier gift.Â
Kaiser hasnât even thought of taking the necklace off. Whenever youâre focused on something else, he absent-mindedly touches it. He doesnât exactly hate it, but itâs definitely strange for him. He hates receiving gifts, hates to be forced to be grateful for things he didnât ask. But something about the way you presented your gift and how you didnât expect him to thank you, it struck a chord in him.Â
When the movie ends, the sun has already set outside. You carefully untangle yourself from his embrace, muttering to him to stay put. Kaiser quirks an eyebrow as he watches you leave the room, only to return a while later holding a white thick notebook with blue and red roses scattered all over its cover and back in your hands. You get back on the bed and sit next to him, hesitating before giving him the notebook.Â
âWhatâs this?â Kaiser asks curiously.Â
Your heart is pounding hard against your chest. âRead it,â you say softly, though your voice wavers just a bit, just enough to betray how nervous youâre feeling.Â
Kaiser notices your nervousness, but doesnât push you to reveal the reason behind it. Instead, he turns his attention to the notebook. Flipping it open on the first page, his eyes instantly widen, reading the date; the date the two of you met. He reads through the first few lines, before turning to look at you with one of his cocky smirks.Â
ââToday, I met the most arrogant bastard on earth,ââ he reads what youâve written. ââGod, I hope I never see him again. He was truly insufferable. Sure, he may be handsome and a star football player, but his personality sucks.ââ Kaiser leans closer to your face, his smirk still intact. âSo, Iâm an insufferable, arrogant, handsome bastard, huh?â
âYou are,â you respond, a spark of defiance igniting through your anxiety. âBut now Iâm better at handling your cocky imperial ass.âÂ
âIs that so?â he questions. He goes back to reading the entries in the notebook. Not five minutes later, he closes it, frowning as he turns to look at you. âAre you seriously having me read how much you hated me when we first met?âÂ
You canât suppress a small laugh. You pull him against you, the back of his head resting against your chest, your fingers threading through his soft hair, as your chin sits gently on top of his head. âJust shut up and continue reading,â you whisper affectionately.Â
Kaiser, ever observant, doesnât miss the slight tension in your body. Instead of addressing that though, he goes back to reading the notebook you gave him. As expected, the first few pages are filled with you complaining about him being a complete dick back when you first met. But slowly, he notices the change in your attitude, in the way you wrote about him, about the two of you. He watches through your words how you slowly fell in love with him, way earlier than you admitted it to him.Â
The pages transform in front of him the more he reads. As your relationship progresses, itâs not just your thoughts that fill the blank pages. The handwritten notes he had written for you, bookmarks of flowers from bouquets he had given you, receipts from places you had visited together and other little memoirs all glued to the pages next to small entries about how you felt for each and every one and how even his smallest gestures made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.Â
None of you realise how much time has passed. At the beginning, Kaiser occasionally commented on things you had written, but the more he read, the more he immersed himself in this small world on paper you had created, the more silent he grew. And when he reaches the last entry, the one you wrote at midnight last night, youâre holding back your breath, your hands stopping their soothing motion in his hair. But heâs too lost in the words inked on the white page to notice that or the way youâre biting your lip hard, trying to stifle a sob or how fast your heart is beating against your chest.Â
December 25thÂ
Itâs currently midnight and youâre grumbling about how Iâm writing something and not paying attention to you. My blue rose emperor is always demanding my attention. I just hope that now, a couple hours later, that youâre reading this notebook youâve stopped grumbling.Â
I know you think nothing of this day, but I wanted to make it a little bit special for you. I love you, Michael. I loved you yesterday. I love you today. And Iâll love you tomorrow too. Youâre my greatest gift and Iâll spend the rest of my life making sure you always know that.Â
Happy Birthday, Michael âĄÂ
Kaiser slowly closes the notebook, leaving it on the nightstand. He doesnât move away from you, but he remains silent for a long time. You can practically see the gears shifting inside his head as heâs processing everything.Â
âHappy Birthday,â you wrote. Right, today is Kaiserâs birthday. After all these years, he had completely forgotten about it. He never told you, because it doesnât matter to him. And yet somehow you found out nonetheless. And you even wanted to give him a gift, but you didnât want to overwhelm him, knowing he hates surprises and gifts. Your thoughtfulness touches him greatly.Â
He slowly turns in your embrace, burying his face in your chest and wrapping his arms around your body tightly. âMichael?â you call out his name softly. But Kaiser doesnât respond.
And then you feel it; tears soaking your blouse and his body shaking with his sobs. For a fraction of a second youâre stunned, before your arms hold him closer, drawing soothing circles on his back. A tear slips down your cheek and a soft smile curls up your lips. You lean down and kiss the crown of his head, softly murmuring, âI love you, Michael.âÂ
Kaiser looks up at you, his eyes glossy from all the unshed tears. He adjusts his position, leaning closer to you and cupping your cheeks in his large palms, his thumbs caressing your soft skin. âI love you, sweetheart,â he whispers as if afraid to break this vulnerable moment between you. âI could have never asked for a better gift than you.âÂ
His lips capture yours in a slow kiss, one filled with all the emotions and feelings he cannot convey with words. Heâs overwhelming you in a whole different way than he usually does, making you get drunk on him. Kaiser slowly removes both your clothes until your bare bodies dance together in the sheets.Â
âSorry,â he murmurs against your lips. He kisses you, leaving you confused about his apology, but you realise what he meant when you feel him thrust slowly inside you, a slight discomfort spreading through your body at the lack of foreplay, but you donât mind. You need to feel him as much as he does.Â
Even so, you canât help but tease, âImpatient bastard.â The smile on your lips betrays how you couldnât wait either.Â
Kaiser smirks, burying his face in the crook of your neck and peppering your neck with kisses and love marks. He doesnât move, not yet, giving you time to adjust. Though the way your pussy tightens around his cock makes him groan slightly, barely holding himself back. He leans back to look at you, supporting himself on his elbows, his fingers gently caressing your cheeks.Â
âBut you love me,â Kaiser whispers, a hint of vulnerability in his voice and his eyes. Itâs not a statement, rather him trying to convince himself that itâs true. That what you have is as real for you as it is for him.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck gently, pulling him closer to you with a rare smile on your lips, one you reserve only for him. âI love you,â you whisper back and seal your words with a kiss, making every lingering doubt in his mind dissipate into nothing.Â
You feel Kaiser slowly start thrusting inside you, wanting both of you to feel every second of this moment. Between kisses and moans, he keeps murmuring how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, his love pouring inside you with each deliberate thrust. Heâs consuming you, but simultaneously youâre consuming him.Â
âI feel like Iâm stuck in a loop,â he confesses in a low voice, his words barely reaching your ears. He interlaces your fingers, holding your hand against the mattress, as he makes love to you.Â
Youâre so full of him, youâre at a loss for words. For a moment, you donât know what heâs thinking, but as his body moulds against yours, you know thereâs no other place youâd rather be than right here, right now, with him. Â
âI donât know what to do,â Kaiser whispers affectionately against your lips. ââCause I fell in love with you.â
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âââ ďšđ§ďšyour sister, daniela, has always told her friends to back off of you, no matter what, telling them you're supposedly "off-limits." however, while intoxicated, you and sophia kiss each other, leaving tension burning between the two of youâuntil the next time you visit your family alongside dani's members.
pairing. sophia laforteza x f!r genre. fluff wc. 2.5k+ notes. 4 @secretcessy >< & karina from aespa mention + for the lore dani isn't an only child đ¤!!!! made ts way too long oops. ( MASTERLIST )
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LYING ON YOUR BED OF YOUR DORM ROOM shared with one of your friends, incessant notifications blaring from your phone abruptly interrupts you from your nap. you huff at the irritating sound, unlocking your phone swiftly, only to be met by series of notifications from your sister.
fuck.
god was she oddly skilled at being annoying and bothersome. raising your eyebrows, you rub your eyes, trying to focus on her texts, as they merely appeared to be random blobs of words in-between. your thumbs hover over the keyboard, debating on how to respond to her.
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plopping your phone on your bed, you huff, sitting up in a fetal position. "guess it's time to start packing," you murmur under your breath, before getting up.
you knew daniela was rightâper usual, as much as you hated to admit it. it'd been at least a few months since you last saw her and roughly a year since both you and daniela were with your family at one time. maybe it wouldn't be so bad being back home with daniela.
grunting, you begrudgingly pull your closet door open, dragging whichever luggage you saw first. accidentally slamming the closet door too loudly to your roommate's taste, you hear words in scorn being hollered from across the dorm.
"stop closin' the doors so loudly!" you hear your roommate snort, as she leans against the door frame, a toothy grin tugging the corners of her lips.
"fine, whatever, jimin," you mutter in response, rolling your eyes, as the korean girl watches your face distort into one of disdain, making her giggle.
"what are you even packing for? the break just started," karina raises her eyebrows, "you like, never have anything to do for break." she teases, her arms crossing against her chest, before she saunters over to you.
"got forced by dani to visit our family," you shrug, as karina clicks her tongue, shaking her head.
"you need to pack better; you're folding your clothes too big to fit enough outfits into your suitcase," she critiques, a chuckle escaping her breath, as her hands reach over to some of your clothes, folding them compactly.
you nudge her playfully, "c'mon! give me a break, i just got told i have to visit by dani!" you dramatically sigh, leaning against the wall.
"at least she's paying for your flight, right?" karina shrugs, as her movements are precise while helping you pack, nudging you on the shoulder, "maybe you'll meet somebody new while visitingâsomebody who'll deal with your impulsive decisions," she teases.
to your surprise, rather than the visit consisting of you and daniela, it was the two of you and her members. you had only realized once you entered your parents' house, a luggage being dragged by your hand, and there were five other girls besides daniela sat on the couch, all chattering.
it wasn't like you weren't acclimated to hanging out with them; they were somewhat your friends too, but mainly through daniela. the only girl you'd known out of the bunch was sophiaâmainly because, the first time you guys partied together with dani and everybody else, all drunk and hammered, the two of you kissed.
to be truthful, you could remember that moment vividly, the memory still clear as day to youâthe way her hands cupped your jaw all snug and secure, to the way a wide grin played on her face. and to be even more truthful, right after that moment, you held an irrevocable affinity for her, leaving you in an odd predicament.
you awkwardly wave, hoping sophia coincidentally forgot about that low moment in time, before dani suddenly gets up, parading you around.
you nudge the latina playfully, a groan erupting from her throat, as your eyebrows furrow, "when did you guys even arrive? it's only like 10 in the mornin'!"
"we just wanted to be early," she shrugs, her arms instantly reaching towards your luggage, "c'mon, i'll get you settled down! i have so much shit to tell you, y'know."
you nod, a giggle escaping your breath, as you let the latina lead you to your guys' old bedroom, while her members continued to chatter, teasing insults thrown every few moments.
your eyes scan across your old bedroom, a sigh driving from your lips "shit, it's been a while, hasn't it?" a sense of nostalgia hitting you, as you recall all the times you've argued with dani over your guys' room and who "owns" which side.
the blonde-haired girl nods, her arm wrapping around your neck to your shoulder, as she leans into you, mumbling, "yeah, it sure has been."
a giggle escapes your breath, as you unlock your suitcase, unpacking some of your clothes out. "where's mom and dad anyway?"
"they went grocery shoppingâwanted to go all out this year since we're visiting at the same time with the rest, too," daniela meekly replies, as she helps you pack, a hint of a teasing smile playing on her face. pulling out a book, a series of laughs escapes her breath, "no fuckin' way!"
"whatâi have studying to do 'cause you made me book a flight last minute!" you retaliate, nudging the girl playfully, as you huff.
"okay, fine, fine! that was uncalled for," daniela begrudgingly admits, as she continues to help you unpack.
while you two work on getting everything out of your luggage, dani drops random, interesting facts from drama that often leave your jaw dropped. at one point, you couldn't help but wonder where daniela gets all this information from. giggles escape your guys' room, bouncing off the walls.
"anyway, we plan on just hangin' out and stuff, then dinner with mom and dad," the latina lists out the agenda, as you two finish unpacking.
you nod, "good, good. just, y'know, i've barely met your friends."
"you'll like themâi can guarantee you that," dani chuckles, as she spots a gift-box with a small tag reading "for: daniela," sitting in the corner of your suitcase, a mischievous smile painting her face.
"no fuckin' way!" the latina exclaims, immediately pulling you in for a hug with her ring-clad hand holding firmly onto the gift-box, "seriously!"
you nod, a grin playing on your face, "what kind of sister would i be if i didn't wanna celebrate your new album!"
"you missed me, didn't you?" she teases, prodding at your cheek, as she flicks your forehead next. you retaliate, nudging her shoulder.
"as if, loser."
sprawled out on your bed with books accompanying you, you cradle a textbook in your lap, tapping against your sheets while fidgeting with your fingers. your head pounds with tension, as you card a hand through your hair.
fuck, in no shape or form were you gonna be able to read all of these pages in time for your finals.
you rub your temples before simultaneously reading over the textbook and typing in small summaries of each section on your laptop, humming to the hushed audio of your spotify in the background.
hearing your door click open, your head snaps to that direction, meeting a familiar face. in your sight stood sophia laforteza scanning you as well. you raise your eyebrows, confusion noticeably washing over your features.
"do you need anything?" you murmur, your voice barely audible, as your eyes scrutinize her features and attire, your demeanor now awkwardâespecially with the way she looked effortlessly drop-dead gorgeous.
heat subtly curls at your cheeks, as you wait for the filipino girl to answer, sophia equally as confused.
"sorry, i was trying to look for the bathroom, and dani said it was down the hall," sophia tries to explain, shifting her weight to one foot.
"yeah, 's further down the hallâa door down the hall, actually," you point to down the hall from your bed, before returning to your crammed-in studying habits.
"y/n, right?" the filipino asks, a small, awkward smile tugging at the corners of her lips. she leans against the door-frame, no longer meekly standing.
you nod, "mhm. didn't you need to go to the bathroom though?" you murmur, barely sparing the girl another glance.
sophia mumbles an inaudible curse under her breath. "you're right," she says flatly, before muttering out a swift apology and gingerly closing your door.
what a weird interaction, you thought. nonetheless, you presume on cranking open your textbook, huffing at seeing big blobs of texts that you felt disdain reading.
meanwhile, with sophia's back plastered against the bathroom wall, she grunts inaudibly under her breath, sinking down to the tiled floor. god, how could she be so infatuated by you, a girl who barely paid her any mind? the filipino girl could feel her head twisting with tension from your lack of response.
fuck was she crazily awestruck for you.
and so, for the next few days of the visit, sophia couldn't help but feel her self-control slipping rapidly, despite daniela's repetitive warning that you, in particular, were "off-limits."
the filipino girl tosses and turns while lying on the guest room's bed, eventually settling back to her back plastered against the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. constantly, the same embarrassing moment of you two kissing while drunk taints her mind, flickering in it every few seconds. rubbing her temples and eyes in hopes every single little thought including you would dissipate, she sits up.
"she's your best friend's sisterâwhat are you doing?" the thought soon sounding like a bunch of random words strung together.
looking to her sides, sophia notices the rest were all knocked out, hushed snores escaping their lips. to her left, lara and manon were fast asleep, while to her right, megan and yoonchae were sound asleep as well, their laptop still blaring cartoons.
the filipino girl takes one last look around, before she stood up, gingerly opening and shutting the door. her eyes scan the hallways, as she tip-toes to your room.
you hear faint, soft knocks against your wooden door, and crinkling your eyes almost like crescent moons, you reluctantly get up. cracking the door open just a bit, your eyes widen at the sight of the filipino girl standing.
"jesusâit's 1 in the mornin'," you whisper-shout, as you open the door completely, shock and frustration littering your featured. you motion your hands forwards and backwards, beckoning the girl to rush in.
"my bad, pretty," her newfound confidence makes your heart skip, as your cheeks flush. she gives you teasing glances, her slight giggle reaching your ears.
in disbelief, you mumble, "whatâ"
"please? i know we kissed, when we were drunk; don't tell me we didn't," the filipino girl desperately whispers, her gaze softening at your lips. throwing you an ear-to-ear smile, sophia's eyes flicker to your shoulder, a subtle, non-verbal signal, as you nod.
her arms entangle themselves around your waist, earning a muffled curse from you. her fingers trace your back gently, almost cautious to not be too prying towards you.
"just, a few seconds longer," sophia whispers against your ear, and you couldn't help but feel your resolve crumble, knowing that you, yourself, wanted the filipino girl to stay, too.
"we- we're going to get caught; dani's gonna know you're down here," you warn, cautious to get caught with your sister's best friend in your bedroom. however, your words deeply betray your actions, as your arms were on autopilot, wrapping around the girl's neck.
"what's so bad 'bout that? c'mon, ease upâjust a bit," sophia coaxes, her touch gentle and soft against your waist, as she draws patterns.
"is it really worth the risk?" you tilt your head, barely able to hold back a chuckle at how careless the filipino girl was. your eyes linger on her face, making her softly hum.
sophia sighs before grinning, "you're worth more than getting scolded by dani," she drawls out, her face full of apprehension and enthusiasm, so much that you wonder how her words make your knees weaken a bit.
she had you pressing your lips together, fighting back between a smile like a high school girl. one of her hands moves to interlace itself with one of yours, the delicate feeling of her thumbs brushing up against your knuckles leaving you melted.
"maybe, i guess you're right," you admit begrudgingly, pausing before continuing, "but- i mean, don't you think 's a little reckless? you're gonna be busy promoting with the girls at one point."
the filipino girl meekly shrugs, before swiftly mumbling, "it's worth the funâyou know that, and i know that. promise i'll have time for you."
the sincerity laced in her words only made your blood rush and chains of shivers rush down your spine. maybeâjust maybeâthis wasn't just a fleeting moment to her, not just something to have fun with, and was more so, something sophia wanted to hold onto, for eternity.
"what if we're not ready? what if-" you murmur, making sophia break into a small pout at your words, before she cuts you off.
"i could never be willing to let you go anyway," the filipina whispers, searching for reassurance in your gaze. she nods, her thumb brushing against your cheek, as you eased under her touch.
"and besides, there's just somethin' about youâsomething i can't figure out. yet, it makes everything with you special."
and for the first time in your life, you were rendered speechless by her pure bluntnessâthe way she said everything that could make heat curl at your cheeks even more, in meek sentences.
"fuck, sophia," you mumble against the crook of the filipina's neck, before continuing, "i- fine, just, we can't tell daniânot yet."
sophia gives you a slight nod, as her hands find its way to your hair, entangling them, "yeah- yeah, whatever you wantâjust tell me your boundaries."
locking eyes with her, the prominent sense of familiarity and comfort in her gaze makes your knees buckle, the girl practically giving you heart-eyes.
"can i?" the filipina asks, her voice light-hearted and gentle. you nod, almost eagerly before sophia leans in, closing the gap between you two. her plush lips immediately crash against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. it was as though she was ready for this momentâready to gain redemption from the first kiss.
you shudder against her kisses, as you guys pull awayâonly to catch your guys' breath. before you could continue, a muffled, low voice blares through the hallways.
"sophia? are you still in the kitchen?" daniela calls out, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb the rest. the latina couldn't help but be suspicious and skeptical due to how long sophia supposedly spent at the kitchen.
both of you still in your movements, her hands resting on her chest to gently push her away. a cheeky smile plays on sophia's grin before she whispers against your ears.
"that's my cue to go," she plants a haste kiss against your cheek, then to your forehead gently. her eyes scan your waist that was snaked with her arms around it, as she reluctantly slides them offâthe girl evidently disappointed at having to leave so soon.
"bye, pretty."
we're kissing in the bathroom, girl, and, uh
i hope nobody catch us
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i wrote a whole ass psychology breakdown (for the first time in FOREVER) about the break-up. enjoy (if you so choose):
so I've been reading a lot in relation to Tommy's speech during the break-up (and have actually gotten through the scene several times now, mostly as a creative reference for these fix-it fics. I think one of the first things that I've seen completely tossed aside (that bothers the shit out of me as someone with over a decade of therapy treatment and a psychology degree) is whatever trauma Tommy carries.
We know that there are issues with his dad. We know Lou's lore behind him is that he spent a lot of his childhood alone. We don't know anything in relation to his mom, but she may or may not be the cause of more trauma. We know that his way of dealing with abuse of authority is to shut down and follow the leader, which is likely a mix of his military time and growing up in his father's household (and when I say this, I mean from what we saw of him under Gerrard's command). This is a person who has put years into getting himself into some version of okay after all that he's endured, and we know he still generally does it on his own.
To that end, here, have my breakdown of the break up (roughly right about the time Buck says "I want you to move in with me"). (with pictures!)
Prior to the offer, we watch Tommy process through Evan's explanation about his relationship with Abby, things being transformative for him, etc. We have to bare in mind that this is where we also start to get what I've dubbed "starry-eyed Buck". He's so in the throes of what he's saying that I don't think he's really considering the connotation of his words. At the same time, Tommy doesn't know what lore Evan is about to drop him about this prior relationship. Remember that he now has to contend with the fact that they both have strong opinions on their relations toward Abby, and Tommy can't know if their feelings toward her as a person will be the same. I think Lou played this beautifully, appearing anxious and apprehensive as Tommy listened to Evan explain that Abby was transformative for him. Then he shifts into how Tommy has been transformative for him (which, he has, and we as the audience know this, but we understand it from a bigger POV than what Evan is saying with his words.)
There have been posts about Evan putting Tommy up on a pedestal throughout this speech (and really, possibly even sooner, but this is where we really get it expressed). Tommy tries to rectify this to a degree by countering "I wasn't always that way".
To that end, we then get Evan telling him "I know, and it just makes me admire you more." Tommy gives a bashful smile, clearly heartened by the statement, and even opening his mouth as though he's going to respond to it in some form. It would be interesting to know what was on Lou's mind of what (if anything) he thought would've been said there. Are there lines that were removed in this scene? Was 'I love you' actually going to come up? We can't really know. However, there's this part of me that thinks that Tommy thought that they were having a discussion on the depth of their relationship which would've possibly brought those 7 letters to the equation. Either way, this entire bit of facial acting is SO important, because it speaks volumes about how Tommy feels about how Evan feels about him.
From there we get the "I want you to move in with me, and this, THIS, THIS is such an important point for this ENTIRE scene. It's two seconds, but it holds SO much for the narrative. This man, who seems to be on the verge of ...something, clearly (who knows if I Love You was on his mind, or if it was just the fact that Evan was expressing how much he cares about him.) The reason this is all so important is THIS REACTION:
Now again, we don't know Tommy's trauma, but the joy literally drops out of his expression and shifts to panic. Now, speaking solely from the standpoint that these two haven't even said "I love you" yet, his boyfriend steamrolled over him from a possible declaration of love straight to moving in together without discussing semantics. Further, it's not even "I want to live together", it's "move in with me". We don't know much about Tommy's house (because these shitheads haven't built him a set yet), but we know that he has a HOUSE. With a GARAGE. Buck lives in a LOFT. Regardless of how much of an asshole this makes me sound like, it's crawling with red flags. It comes across as "fit more into my life" instead of "lets do this thing together". Further, if that's not bad enough, mention of getting engaged and married is thrown at Tommy as well, which holds two major bits of information: One, these are on Evan's mind. We've NEVER heard him talk about getting engaged or married to anyone. This speaks to the importance of their relationship to him, but the lack of I Love You also speaks on his own trauma. If we truly are getting the rom-com trope, at some point there's likely to be a conversation about why he lept over it (*cough* Taylor, his parents *cough cough*). Meanwhile, as he's continued in his starry-eyed speech, this is what Tommy is giving:
Now for those who don't know how to spot it, this my friends is a PANIC RESPONSE. The shift forward, the move to get up, the literal deep breath. He's having a panic attack. Now, obviously we don't know what brought this on, but god-willing, we WILL get the answers.
Now, to his own point, Tommy doesn't just straight up pop Evan's pink bubble. He does express that it's a sweet sentiment, but that it's a bad idea. To which point we get:
"Evan, that is so sweet. But I can't move in with you." "And why not?" Because. I know how this ends." "Uh, what-what's that supposed to mean?"
At which point, we clearly get the qualities about Evan that Tommy likes. "Incredible guy. Big-hearted. Hot as hell. Impulsive." I don't feel that the expression here matters as much as his tone of voice, because we can see on his face that he's expressing these qualities from a good place. The next point of reference isn't until Tommy's next line, when he says that Evan's reaction is out of things being "new and exciting".
To that end, the way Evan is talking to him makes this statement valid. He's not talking to Tommy like they've been together for six months and have built a relationship that should be moving in this direction. (For the tenth time I will repeat, he couldn't even dignify whether he was in love with Tommy when Josh asked).
Furthermore, I think when you consider this part of the scene, you also have to consider the strain in Tommy's voice. Something about those concepts (living together, getting engaged, married) is terrifying. It definitely gives the impression that Tommy has been faced with some version of this before and he got burned. Why is this important? Because of this:
"I'm saying no matter how bad I want it to be, I'm not your last." Those 9 words are important on their own, but when you couple them with the expression on Tommy's face and what we've just seen him go through, there's a clear point to the fact that he's been through this before. I also think that there can't be enough importance placed on the way he intonates "how bad". This is not a man saying no because he doesn't want to. He's backpedaling because he's sure that he's going to get burned. We get this point further driven home with this exchange:
"I'm your first." "But hey, they can be the same thing." "But, they usually aren't."
See this doesn't read to me as someone who's scared because he knows Evan has never been with another man. They're both fully grown adults who have had multiple relationships. What this speaks to me (now) as, is someone who has let someone convince him before that he would be their forever, that they were all in, and then broke him. When you include his childhood trauma and whatever abandonment issues it's left him with in correlation with all of this, yes, it's still an extremely biphobic set of lines. But in the context of what he's expressing and why, it's not about telling Evan he needs more experience, it's about telling him that he doesn't believe that he'll want to stay settled down with him six months, a year, etc., down the road. And THAT my friends, is abandonment issues 101. "Everyone else has left, so it doesn't matter that I'm in love with you, because you will leave too, and I need to protect myself from that."
Following that, we get this: "if I were to move in with you, you wouldn't mean to, you wouldn't plan for it, but you'd end up breaking my heart."
This line is SO important, right next to Evan's exchange with Josh about his relationship with Tommy. Why? Because even though neither of them have said it, it spells out that these two are in fact in love with each other, even if they haven't said it.
"I don't think I could deal with that." Tommy is fucking GONE on him. He's expressing that if he gave himself fully over to what Evan's referring to, losing him would break him. Again, we don't have the full picture on his trauma, but we know there's a mountain there. It's also worth noting again, that the intonation he uses in these statements clearly come across as someone trying to reign in their emotions and keep it together. That says to me that we're dangeously close to touching his trauma.
I don't feel like I have to include the final few bits of the scene in gifs because they're all over the site now, but the next line gives over the fact that he hasn't really been open about his trauma to Evan, given that his immediate response to expressing all of this is "I should go". This kind of reaction is generally brought on as not being accepted for having certain feelings. Now, obviously Evan is caught off guard by the entire interaction, the same way Tommy was (but for different reasons), so we have to take all of that into account when we think about the fact that instead of countering Tommy's logic, he asks instead if Tommy is breaking up with him.
Body language is also so important here for Tommy. His shoulders are hunched in, we see him wipe his face (meaning there are likely tears), and when he turns around, he's so caught up in whatever wave has taken him over that it takes Evan asking him for Tommy to state "yeah, I guess I did" about breaking up. Further, there's the fact that he states that he didn't see the break-up coming, which goes back to my point at the top of this post, that he clearly thought the conversation was going one direction, and instead it goes the other. From this point, we have Evan reeling, because he wants to create more of a life with Tommy, while Tommy is shutting down because of whatever is holding him back.
Finally, as I've referenced before, we get this line:
"Should've known that parking spot was too good to be true."
That line makes zero sense out of context, but in consideration of someone trying to lighten the weight they're carrying (which you can literally see by the way he has his hand on his neck, which you generally only see people do as a stress response). You can also double entendre this statement that getting to be with Evan was too good to be true. We get that little inhale with the smile, and I swear to God the only time I've seen that kind of reaction is right before someone cracks.
And then in closing, we get the "I'll see you 'round, Buck," our closing gut punch. Evan is still reeling, clearly. His face is very "what the hell just happened". Tommy is clearly not okay. This entire scene has opened an entire can of worms on them without a whole lot of answers.
Now, I've owned the fact that basically from the end of 806, I felt like this had to be a swerve, and that there has to be more to the story. I've also pretty much owned the fact that if the writers did actually just do this for kicks and don't have a resolution for it, I may not keep watching. However, in the context of the fact that, for the moment, I'm choosing to put hope in some kind of resolution, these lines make so much more sense. It is worth noting though, most people in the fandom, let alone the general audience, aren't going to psychologically break this shit down line-by-line. They're not going to lean into whatever trauma Tommy has that we don't know about yet. Its why the internet has been a mess since Thursday night. But it's also why I talk about how, when this situation gets resolved (because right now I refuse to say if), Buck has to give up the loft and give more of himself. Tommy, by the nature of the show, has fully immersed himself in Evan's life, but we haven't seen or heard mention of Evan doing so at all in Tommy's life. That doesn't mean he hasn't, but we haven't gotten any version of that. So when I say Evan needs to give things up... it's about matching what he's asking Tommy to give up. Because at the end of the day, when this circles back around, he's effectively going to be asking Tommy to trust that he won't break his heart like others have, and when you have a lifetime of abandonment issues and have learned to cope by being hyper-independent and alone, moving in the opposite direction is more terrifying than anything else. ESPECIALLY when you love that person, which we saw Tommy spell out. Evan has the ability to break him (and probably already is via this cut-off-at-the-quick break up.)
So, I'm really gonna need these shit heads to figure out that they'll be more miserable apart than they'd ever be together.
That's all. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
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The low buzz of the vibrator around your dick has your head looping already. Eyes wide while desperate gasps and pants proceed past your lips.
âWell,â Rishen sighs, leaned back against the table, with his cheek resting against whitened knuckles, that clench together each time he watches your dick twitch from the vibrator. All before a button is pressed and it slows down once again, leaving you high and dry. Crying out in frustration.
âBy now, you should have learnt your lesson. But you still want to be a fucking patĂŠtico, tonto idiota.â ( pathetic, dumb idiot ). With a small eye roll and an adjustment in stature, he moves over to you.
His gaze is full of faux pity and clear disappointment. The pleasure it is to be able to make the Admiral of Aegis so angry. Who knew you had such capabilities huh?
Smartmouth words had always brought trouble, it was no different this time. If only heâd touch you, or make you touch him in any way. And yet, all you could do was buck your hips helplessly to find friction in the painfully slow vibrator, and puck your lips at him.
As if that would do much.
âPoor thing,â he tuts. Leaning over your kneeling form on his pristine, black office flooring. Soon to be stained white - if heâd let you.
His tall figure casts a shadow over you. A reminder of who is above you right now. Who is always above you; in every way. His face swarms your vision, yet never leans down enough for you to reach up and kiss those deep red lips as you wish. Instead you can only run your tongue over yours. Dream of the sweetness of his tongue.
A violent buzz rips you out of your little daydream. Your head tosses back and your dick throbs around the tip. The whimper that you let out is most desperate, most depraved, as your hips chase the pleasure by bucking up rapidly. A rise from below. In your tummy - a knot â
And then nothing.
Nothing but a low chuckle. As the vibrations slowly wear off and an elegant, strong hand threads over your head. Before curling into whatever it can and yanking your head back. So that your spine arches and your teary eyes are set on him.
âTo think. A mere rookie - challenging me in my meeting.â The click of his tongue emulates the look in his eyes. Indeed, you had actually managed to anger the Admiral.
âQuestioning my decisions. You barely have a year behind your name.â
The front of his red high heel presses up against your clothed, vibrating crotch. He remains ever as rigid. Even when his thumb pokes past your lips and pushes at your mouth.
âOpen.â
And you readily comply. Like you should have done during earlierâs mission. Instead you simply had to give your two-cents-worth. Now here you are. Bound, throbbing and humiliated by your superior. Who takes his well-deserved apology by keeping you on edge.
Your open mouth receives a well-aimed spit. The whining noise from the back of your throat only earns his shoe to grind up further into your crotch. All while he forces your gaze upon him.
Sharp, narrowed eyes and deep maroon irises that glare down at your pathetic form. Jaw tight, brows narrowed. Backlit by his large office window that faces the night city. Even in this state of control. . . he is beautiful. Terrifying, but beautiful.
âNow. Who are you?â
âJ-Just a rook - ah,â
The sudden surge in vibrations makes your mouth fall open. The just as quick drop in-turn has you crying out in desperation as you needily buck into his shoe. Tears pricking at your eyes from frustration and need.
âJust - just your pathetic r-rookie. . . Sir.â Your sob seems to sate his irritation. His thumb strokes along your cheekbone.
âThere we go. Good boy.â
Groans bounce on and off the walls of the office. He hadnât put the silencers off, to humiliate you more in that case. You knew nothing of that, yet. It would ruin the fun.
His shoe grinds down against your crotch a little harder than before and when a choked moan rips through your lungs, his index and middle fingers glide into your mouth for you to suck on them.
It took everything in him to deny his own desire to fuck you straight into the floor. Force your legs open and give you what he wanted. But, he is a master at his own stubbornness. You best crumble before the action passes the thought.
âLook at you, messy.â The condescending chuckle shoots straight down to your throbbing cock, while you gag on his fingers. Trying your hardest and everything to stay composed and hold yourself together for just a bit longer.
Everything within is like a mush of arousal, desperation, frustration. Mixes and hues of your own irritation, something that burns in the same kind of passion as what lies beneath your superiorâs heart.
You never get what you want unless you act good, but you get this when you act bad. Time with him is time with him, isnât it?
The anger you feel when he dominates you is so very oddly addicting. Frustration handled by rough touch and manhandling, there is no hesitance nor pity. You see the sadistic glimmer in his eyes.
Itâs arousingâ
Another pang of pleasure rushes through you. And suddenly, the knot begins to form within your stomach once more. The need to let it recoil and let yourself go.
âWhatâs my name.â The Admiral sneers above you, pulling the pair of digits out of your mouth, departing it with a string of saliva clinging onto them.
âM-Mr. H-nhgh Mister Herrera.â You moan out. Shivering as you watch satisfaction cover his features. While his foot presses against your sensitive cock once more and the vibrator speeds up further. Your poor dick leaking and spurting with cum in your pants.
âLouder.â
âM-Mister H-Herera! Mister Herrera!â
Your sob bleeds through the room. You can feel it. Your release right on the edge. Tummy twisting and knotting. Knees trembling as you throw your head back and roll your hips forward.
Alas, everything is ripped away when the vibrations stop altogether. Mind buzzing like the toy previously was as your tip leaks. Crying for stimulation. To be pushed right there.
Your teary eyes meet his glare and you choke a sob. Shoulders shaking as you messily attempt to grind into the floor. A slew of ânoâsâ and âpleasesâ leaving your drooling lips.
His hand slips to the back of your collar and gives it a harsh yank. Timing it with his graceful perch upon his chair. Your face is shoved to his pants-covered crotch. Your lips so perfectly opening right over his bulge as you pant and cry.
The groan that leaves him has your nerves on fire. His fingers stroke along your head before gripping at the back of your neck. Those deep eyes seem scarlet this time as they peer down at you with a certain menacing stature. The shadows of his office only make the imagery of his face so much more domineering.
âGo on, pretty boy.â Rishen grunts. A finger lightly tapping on your lower lip.
âDo what youâre worth. Suck.â
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Hi~ ok so I have a request for a LAD headcannon. One where u wanna learn a new dance trend thats lowkey pretty spicy and if the boys reject then u say ur gonna go ask someone else (preferably someone they know like Greyson. Jeremiah, Thomas, one of the twins). Thank u so so so much and take all the time in the world
LADS Boys vs. Spicy Tiktok Trend
Characters: Xavier x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Sylus x Reader
Summary: How the boys would react to you threatening to ask someone else to assist with a spicy TikTok trend
Warnings: NSFW. MINORS DNI. Suggestive Content, (Implied Smut), Potential Lumiere spoiler if you arenât familiar with lore
Wordcount: 2.7k
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Note: I had way too much fun with this prompt. This is my own interpretation, so I hope this is what you wanted <3
âWell? What do you think?â You asked, studying Xavierâs face as the video you were showing him looped for the third time. He was next to you on the couch, studying your phone as if it were a foreign object, unable to form a coherent thought about what you were showing him.Â
There was a new coupleâs dance trend circulating TikTok, and it was top priority to get Xavier on board with doing the trend. It wasâŚa little provocative, to put it mildly. The dance started off innocent, but had a move at the end of it that included a little bit of grinding on your partner. You had absolutely zero intentions of posting it. Truthfully, you just saw an opportunity to rile Xavier up, and you were going to take it.Â
By the time the video looped for the fifth time, you waved your hand in front of his face. âHellooo? Anyone in there?âÂ
As if snapping out of a trance, Xavier finally blinked. Several times, actually, clearly trying to process whatever the hell you just made him watch. His eyes landed on you, and the poor guy looked like he had no idea where to start with his thoughts.Â
âUhhhhhâŚ.âÂ
âLet me guess,â You began, folding your arms indignantly, âyou donât want to do it,âÂ
Xavier averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. âIâŚdonât know how I feel about recording that.â He finally said, finding a very interesting spot on the floor to stare at.Â
You figured heâd say no. Unfortunately for him, youâd planned ahead. You already had your dialogue choices preselected, and now it was time to roll.Â
âIâll just ask Jeremiah, then,âÂ
Xavierâs eye twitched, but he recovered quickly. He gave your thigh a playful squeeze as he shook his head. âGood luck. He knows better,â His tone was light, but you knew he wasnât joking.Â
He was right. Jeremiah absolutely knew better. In fact, Jeremiah would likely have a panic attack if you even attempted to ask him to do something like that, simply out of fear of Xavierâs wrath. Jeremiah had once been subtly threatened over a completely innocuous conversation, and the deceptive softness in Xavierâs tone when he made the threat nearly had Jeremiah sputtering. (âYou have nice teeth. It may be beneficial to find conversation elsewhere.â) Jeremiah didnât look you in the eye for weeks after that.Â
The Jeremiah line, as predicted, was ineffective. With a sigh, you decided to default to your âin case of emergencyâ tactic.Â
You stretched, trying to appear casual, doing your best to prevent a smirk from slipping. âI bet Lumiere would do the trend with me,âÂ
Any traces of amusement that had been present on Xavierâs face vanished in an instant. The tension in the air thickened as soon as the words left your mouth. Xavierâs eyes narrowed, his expression hardening as his eyes locked onto your faux innocent face. The message was clear: you did NOT just say that.Â
Truthfully, you hadnât meant to actually piss him off. However, the thought of Xavier essentially beefing with himself was too good to resist sometimes. You thought heâd gotten over this by now.Â
âIâm not sure I heard you correctly,â He said, his tone deceptively calm. If looks could kill, youâd be dead on the floor. This was a warning. He was giving you a chance to backpedal.Â
âIâm just saying,â You said, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened with his mood shift.Â
âYou would prefer to do an indecent trend with Lumiere?â He questioned, his tone still eerily even, despite the clear annoyance in his eyes. You needed to be very careful with your next answer.Â
âI would prefer to do the indecent trend with Xavier,â You teased, cupping his face in your hands and giving his head a gentle shake. He softened slightly at the contact. âWe donât even have to post it,âÂ
He rose from the couch, catching your wrist in the process and pulling you with him.Â
âXavier? Where are we going?â You asked, already knowing the answer.Â
âTo do the trend,â He responded, his tone much lighter than it was previously. âIâll do it so Lumiere doesnât get the chance,
Zayne stared at you with an expression that could only be described as unamused. You had made an attempt to show him the newest coupleâs dance trend, quietly tossing in a comment about how you two would âlook good doing that trend.â Based on his complete lack of a reaction, you had your answer without him even needing to open his mouth.Â
You pulled your phone away, cheeks burning with embarrassment. âItâs not that bad,â You said defensively.Â
That was a blatant lie. If you tried to shake your ass as hard as the girl in the video youâd just shown him, youâd probably throw out a hip. You, however, were on a mission to spice up things with Zayne a bit, and the new trend was a perfect excuse to make an attempt.Â
âŚ.it had sounded better in your head.Â
âItâs aggressive,â He responded dryly. âI would recommend a psychiatric evaluation if I saw you doing that,â
If you werenât desperate, his comment would have been hilarious.Â
âGuess Iâll wait for the pink slip,â You retorted, leaning back in your chair. âbecause Iâm doing that trend,âÂ
âItâs a coupleâs trend,â Zayne responded, his expression deadpan. âDo you intend on doing it alone?âÂ
You pursed your lips, searching for an answer. An idea came to mind, and Zayne stiffened upon seeing the flash of mischief in your eyes.Â
âI wonder if Greyson would try it with me,â You mused. You had no intentions of actually asking Greyson, you were simply just trying to press buttons now.Â
Zayne's eyes narrowed, and it was the closest thing to a reaction youâd gotten out of him so far. He looked almost offended, and you actually started to feel bad. However, the guilt dissipated the second Zayne responded with his âprofessionalâ voice.Â
âThatâs highly inappropriate and unprofessional,â He chided, his brows furrowing as he spoke. âand it would be rather unbecoming of my assistant to participate in something indecent with my significant other.âÂ
âOkay, Iâm sorry. That was a bad joke,â You said, reaching for his hand. He allowed you to grab it, but it did nothing to quell the absolute bewilderment your comment had caused.Â
âIf you wonât actually do the trend with me, would you be willing to just practice?â You asked, purposefully lowering your voice to âbedroomâ tone.Â
Zayneâs eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He was definitely listening.Â
âI mean, you could consider that as an exercise, right?â You continued, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. âAnd exercise is good for you, right?â Your tone was borderline teasing now, but it seemed to actually be working.Â
âIt is,â He responded. âIt increases blood flow, reduces the risk of heart disease, can increase dopamine levelsââ
You squeezed his hand, giving him the flirtiest look you could muster.Â
âWell, Doctor Zayne, could you help me increase my dopamine?âÂ
His resistance was crumbling quickly. Between that look on your face and the tone of your voice, it was getting harder and harder to deny you.Â
Especially when he knew what your real intentions were.Â
With a sigh, he softly grabbed your hand and rose from his spot at the table, his initial protests long forgotten.Â
âPhone stays on the table,â He warned, just to be safe.Â
As he lead you toward the couch, you couldnât help but giggle.Â
Your plan had completely derailed, but in a way, you were still getting what you wanted.Â
As soon as you saw the newest coupleâs dance trend circulating, you knew that you and Rafayel would absolutely OWN it.Â
You could already picture how hot heâd look with some shirt buttons undone, chest *slightly* exposed, swinging his hips with yours in tune to the beat of that catchy song. You two were going to absolutely devour this trend.Â
âŚ.Well, that was the plan, anyway.Â
He was willing to hear you out until he saw examples. By the third video, his ears were very pink, and he was staring at your phone like it had personally offended him. The amused smile heâd sat down with was no longer in the vicinity.Â
When he finally found his voice, the protesting was immediate. âNope. Nuh-uh. Not happening,â He said, shaking his head vigorously and shoving your phone away from him. He wiped his fingers on his pants as if heâd touched something dirty. He then rose from his seat, very obviously about to attempt a swift exit.Â
âRaf, please!â You begged, nearly tripping over your chair as you followed after him. You caught his sleeve, tugging him back toward you. He didnât budge. âWeâd look so good. Iâll literally start begging,â
He shook his head vehemently. âI donât even want to imagine the headlines that would cause. Nooo way, (y/n),âÂ
âWhen have you ever cared about what the headlines say?â You protested, giving his sleeve another tug. âPlease! Itâs just one video! Iâll never ask you to do a trend again!â
âIâll agree to this when I see sharks driving cars,â He responded, skillfully escaping your desperate grip on his sleeve. He began heading toward the kitchen in an attempt to put as much distance between himself and this conversation as possible.Â
Fine. Letâs see how he likes this. Â
You retrieved your phone from the table and began typing a phone number. Rafayel paused and looked over his shoulder at the sound of your nails tapping against the screen.Â
He fully turned around when you hit the âcallâ button and raised your phone to your ear.Â
ââŚwho are you calling?â He asked, already heading back toward you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.Â
âThomas,â You replied casually. âIf you wonât do it with me, thenââÂ
Your phone was confiscated before you could even finish your sentence. Rafayel held your phone above his head, his other hand pressed against your forehead, effectively keeping you an armâs length away. Rafayel quickly ended the call before Thomas could pick up as you began to protest.Â
âOh come on!â You cried out, arms flailing as you tried to retrieve your phone from Rafayelâs air jail.Â
âApologize or Iâll swallow it,â He threatened, holding your phone higher above his head. âYou canât call other men or be influenced by dance videos if I eat your phone,â
You stared at him, beyond incredulous. While Rafayel did have a flair for the dramatic, the look on his face alone made you hesitant to call his bluff.Â
âYouâd rather swallow my phone than do a 10 second trend with me?âÂ
âYou were calling Thomas! What does he have that I donât?âÂ
You folded your arms, glaring daggers at the man holding your phone hostage. âI only called Thomas because you refused.â
Rafayel scoffed, his expression nothing short of indignant. âOh, so youâre just a traitor then? Gooot it. And to think I shared my smoothie with you earlier,âÂ
âIf you donât like me anymore, just say that,âÂ
Rafayelâs mouth dropped open upon hearing you use one of his âdrama queenâ lines against him. He could not believe you had the nerve to use his own words for your own petty gratification. âYouââÂ
He sighed, releasing your forehead from his palm. Your phone, however, was still in air jail.Â
Rafayel was silent for several moments, and you could almost physically see the gears in his brain working overtime.Â
âWhat if we compromise?â He finally asked, eyes landing directly on your face.Â
âCompromise?âÂ
âIâll do the trend with you. But you arenât allowed to post it. Nuh-uh. Itâs for our eyes only.â He finally lowered your phone from above his head, keeping it just out of reach as he continued speaking, âand if you post it anyway I will literally put a curse on you.â
You paused, your eyes flitting between Rafayelâs face and the phone that was still firmly in his hand. You considered your options, and after a small internal debate, you decided that this was as good as it was going to get.Â
âOkay,â You affirmed, holding out your hand for your phone. âDeal.âÂ
He smiled, finally handing your phone.Â
As the two of you began to walk to the closet to find a change of clothes for the video, Rafayel spun to face you.Â
âAlso,â He began, âYou know how you said youâd never ask me to do a trend again?âÂ
âYes?âÂ
âIâm holding you to that,âÂ
The day had dragged on. Sylus had spent most of the day holed up in his armory, and the twins were out doing who knows what. Mephisto wasnât great company either, and his beady little eyes got uncomfortable after a while. You were absolutely consumed by boredom, which lead to you scrolling on TikTok for far too long.Â
Right as you were finally about to throw your phone out of pure frustration, your algorithm came in clutch and graced you with a video from this weekâs newest dance trend, a suggestive little coupleâs dance. You bit your bottom lip, already feeling flushed at the thought of Sylus with his hands all over you like that.Â
It was sexy. It was flashy. And it was absolutely the cure for your boredom.Â
Your feet were moving before youâd put any thought into it, carrying you straight to the armory.Â
You all but crashed through the door.Â
âSylus~â You chirped, zeroing in on him with a shit-eating grin on your face.Â
He looked up at you, eyes softening at your expression.Â
âWell, donât you just look delighted,â He drawled, patting his lap for you to have a seat. âWhatâs the occasion?âÂ
As you climbed into his lap, you pulled up the video youâd added to your favorites and held it out for him to watch. He did so without questioning it, but you could see the subtle expression change as he tried to process what he was seeing.Â
When the video ended, he returned his gaze to you, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing.Â
âWell?â You poked his cheek, searching for any hint of his thoughts in his expression.Â
âThat wasâŚ.modest,â He said, his voice laced with a level dry sarcasm that only Sylus was capable of.Â
âWill you do it with me?â You asked, getting straight to the point.Â
Sylus chuckled, the sound deep, rich, and like music to your ears. As quickly as your hopes rose, they were quickly squashed by his next statement.Â
âWhile Iâm flattered that you think Iâd be a good candidate forâŚthat,â He began, gesturing toward your phone, âIâm going to have to decline, sweetie.âÂ
Short, sweet, and to the point.Â
âUgghhh, but Iâm so bored!â You whined, tossing your head back in exasperation.Â
Sylus watched your mini-tantrum fondly, desperately fighting off a smirk. âIf youâre bored, you could always hang out with me in here,âÂ
You glanced around the room. It was clear that heâd been down here messing with several different weapons, and by the looks of things, he was nowhere near done.Â
You loved spending time with Sylus. On any other day, you would have jumped on the offer, just to be near him. Today, however, your boredom had reached its climax and you were certain you would combust if you sat down here and watched him meddle with various weapons.Â
With a defeated sigh, you removed yourself from his lap and began sulking toward the door. âI guess Iâll just go find the twins,âÂ
Truthfully, you hadnât meant for it to come out that way. You definitely werenât going to bother them with the trend, but that was definitely how Sylus took it. You heard the distinct sound of a weapon being set down onto the table.Â
âNo need,â He said gruffly, abandoning his task and rising to his full height. You turned and quirked an eyebrow, not understanding the sudden change of heart.Â
He closed the distance between the two of you, looping an arm around your shoulders as he passed.Â
âThatâŚâtrendâ gave me a better idea for a boredom cure,â He said, leading you out of the armory.Â
âOh? Tell me!â You chirped excitedly.Â
Sylus shook his head. âItâs more of a show than a tell,âÂ
While you didnât get to do the spicy TikTok trend, Sylus had cured your boredom in a different spicy way.Â
You were reeeally thankful for that trend.Â
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hellooooo vampireyuuta :3 can we pls talk aboutâŚâŚ. ehemâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.. vampire yuuta perhapsâŚâŚ heâd be so sweet me thinks
includes: f! reader, aged up! vampire yuuta, blood, dubcon-ish
i fear my vampire knowledge is shit and this is not accurate to vampire lore. blame my babysitters a vampire (ghe only vampire media ive consumed). sorry chat
he is such a sweetie pie. he's real gentle with you (and literally only you). unfortunately for him, urges are strong and he is so hungry. but, he is stronger than that! he can find other people to feed on and turn, plus he can just avoid kissing your body.
but that sucks! he wants you.
your blood smells so good (yes he can smell it, yes it's kind of embarrassing when he mentions it), and your neck just looks so empty and bare â you deserve those two little marks on it! he knows that your blood would taste so good, nothing like the supply he has. he knows he'd just get addicted to the sweet taste if you let him.
he gets antsy after a while of being together, and he just can't help himself anymore. though, he's not gonna do anything against your will.
he starts shoving his face in the crook of your neck in literally every hug you share (and you guys hug a lot). you can feel him practically panting against your skin as he nuzzles his nose against you. he judt grumbles and whines when you tell him "that tickles!"
god forbid you accidentally slice your finger while you two are making dinner together. he immediately whips his head around to where you're cutting up some veggies. his first instinct is to be concered, but his second is to ogle that crimson fluid bubbling from the slit you'd opened on the tip of your finger. he watches you shove your finger into your mouth to ease to sting, face scrunched in pain.
he just stares for a second, statue still. his eyes are so dilated as the smell and sight if your blood floods his mind â there's barely even a sliver of those deep indigo irises as his hollow pupils blow up. the already scent overbearing scent that is usually all yuuta can smell has increaed by tenfold: it's suffocating.
"yuuta â" you hiss, words muffled by your digit still between your lips, "bandaid!"
he blinks at you once. twice. "oh," he nods, his pupils returning to normal, "yes, yes. sorry, honey..."
he can't help but sneak glances at your bandaged finger during dinner as the pad of the bandaid gets stained with your blood. he knows he's being weird â but, you don't care, right? you've told him everything he does â weird or not â is okay as long as he doesn't feed on you! which he'd never do (at least, not if you don't want him to).
yuuta's extra strange after that. he wishes he wasn't, but, in the back of his mind, he's hoping that maybe you'll slip up like that again and create another shallow gash in your flesh. and, that time, he'll be there to lap up your cherry gore instead. though, he'd never say that. he doesn't want you to intentionally hurt yourself, but, hey, accidents happen! but, that's not the only thing wracking his brain for weeks after the vegetable-cutting-incident.
it's, unfortunately, during sex that he finally has the guts to air out all the things swarming his mind.
his fat tip is pushing past your entrance barely two minutes after he had you seeing stars with his fingers. his chest is flush against yours â missionary â and his face is, once again, buried in the crook of your neck.
"ohhhh, baby," he groans when your cunt excitedly clenches around his cockhead, his mouth falling open. you shiver a little at both sensations: the unfamiliarity of his lips on your neck (kissing your neck is something he avoids like the plauge) and the not-so-unfamiliar stretch of your hole.
you gasp when he doesn't push himself in any further and instead, for whatever reason, plants a wet kiss on the collum of your throat.
"i need to talk to you," he murmurs.
your eyes, previously gently shut, open and grow wide. "w-what? now?" your voice sounds so weak, shaky â his cock throbs at just the sweet sound of it. he could just eat you up.
"yes, now. please," he murmurs with another peck on your skin.
your head is spinning. his lips, always so soft and still leaving gentle smooches on your neck, almost tickle. and, the pulsing of his leaky, pink tip inside you. he's so desperate to go deeper â knowing that, if he was fucking you stupid, it would be much easier to have this conversation â but he doesn't, despite the overwhelming need.
"okay," you mumble with a tiny nod.
he doesn't talk for a moment, leaving you impatient. he's just kissing your neck. not sucking hickeys or nipping at it, just planting little pecks. something's off, clearly. the second you decide to speak, though, you're cut off.
"yuuta, what is â"
"i want you," he pulls back just enough to rest his face above yours, sweaty foreheads touching, tips of noses grazing, "i want you," he repeats when you don't answer.
"w-want me, how?" you meekly ask after a beat of dry-mouthed silence.
"i â" he takes a shaky breath, hot air fanning your face, "want you. i-i don't know. 'wanna feed or turn you, bite you â i-i don't care. just... need your blood, angel."
again, you're left stunned. you almost ask him to repeat himself, unsure if maybe your horny mind is playing tricks on you. but, you heard him. you know what he asked. and, maybe it's the way butterflies flapped their wings in your tummy at his words or maybe it's how insatiably you need him right now and, god, if agreeing will get him to properly fuck you, you'll do it.
you can almost feel how his nerves spike at your silence. though, those nerves seem to be eased by the way he pushes his cock further into your needy pussy â about halfway in. he doesn't even notice when you promptly smack! his back that you'd been digging your nails into a few seconds ago.
"y-yuuta!" you whine, "'m trying to t-talk!"
if he were a worse man, he'd probably keep going. but, he's not, so he stills himself upon your request. he mutters a basically inaudible apology.
there's another beat of silence. you gently rub over the red handprint you'd left on his back (though it didn't hurt him one bit).
"did i scare you?" he whispers when his anxiety grows almost all consuming.
"no â no, yuu, you've never scared me," you instantly reassure him with a small peck on his frowning lips, "i just..."
it's definitely the brain fog from how he's stretching your cunny (even though it's still not enough) and your last orgasm still thrumming through you. but, something in your head is telling you yes yes yes!
maybe it's â no, not maybe. this is a bad idea. do you want to live forever? not really. do you want to durvive off human blood? definitely not. do you â
your mind is a mess, but, "okay," is all you have to say.
it hurts â his teeth digging into your flesh â it hurts like hell. it's an abundance of pain that courses all throughout your body. the only thing stopping you from screaming and crying as his fangs pierce your neck is how yuuta's cock is pushing in to the hilt.
your crimson blood pools from those two little punctures for a mere second before he speedily licks it up with his tongue. he moans louder than you think you've ever heard at the taste, his hips sloppily stuttering up into you. he can hear your panting and feel the tears falling down your cheeks and into his hair as he suck, suck, sucks your blood.
the smell and the taste of you, unfiltered, unrestrained, is all too much for him.
"i'm sorry," he mumbles, "i love you, i'm sorry, thank you â i love you so much," he's chanting incoherently against your new wound whilst slamming into you over and over again.
is he really sorry? no. he's not.
this is what he's wanted since he first met you â to live with you forever. he wants to love you like this always, blood and all.
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