#it’s 3am and i’m too far deep in insanity to come back from this

[mar-zom]

problem with being an overthinker that’s always thinking abt his friends is that i will constantly text them about anything and everything and then shame myself an hour later because they didn’t reply so i’m probably annoying as hell.

like “i’m gonna show this person so much love by texting them to show that i’m thinking abt them” turns into “oh my god why can’t i shut up, they’re probably just talking to me because they feel required to reply and i just keep taking.”

[adoringhaikyuu]

you have a nightmare that they cheated on you

characters: akaashi + iwaizumi + oikawa + (gn!reader)

request: hi! can I request a headcanon where akaashi, iwaizumi, and oikawa wake up to you having a nightmare that they cheated on you? something fluffy please 🙏🏼🥺 • by @vitamingummies

warnings: mentions of cheating ig but it doesn’t actually happen obvi– + a lil bit of angst

notes: hope u enjoy <3 i tried to make them all a bit different! (i don’t think i’ll do anymore of these tho cause i feel like i’ve run out of possibilities for it to go)

akaashi:

akaashi stirred awake slightly when he felt you moving around on your side of the bed

he was half asleep, drifting in and out

and he felt the bed dip as you got up, which he assumed meant that you were going to the bathroom

but once he realized it’d been a while since you left, he checked the time, 3am 

he got up to go look for you, wiping his eyes sleepily

he went to the bathroom and frowned when the lights were off and you were nowhere to be found

he slugged off to the kitchen, then the living room and was shocked to see you sitting there in the dark, wrapped up in a blanket

“baby?” his voice was deep and groggy as he padded over to you, yawning before continuing. “what are you doing out here?” 

you noticed him, but didn’t look up, trying to hide your face from him, which, even in his drowsy state, he knew was a bad sign. 

he bent down in front of you and felt the fatigue jump out of his body when he realized you had tears falling down your cheeks. “what’s wrong? what happened?” he brought his hands to your cheeks and tried to wipe the tears, but more kept falling seemingly at a faster rate once he touched you. 

he tried to catch your eye, but you wouldn’t let him. “come on baby, please talk to me? i’m not going anywhere until i figure out what’s wrong.” 

he sat down next to you and pulled you into his lap, making sure the blanket was secure before holding you tight and running his hand up and down your side soothingly. 

when your cries had reduced to sniffles and you calmed down a bit, you spoke up, playing with the collar of akaashi’s shirt to distract yourself. “i just...it’s stupid––”

he interrupted immediately, “of course it’s not stupid, if it made you this upset then we should talk about it. i wanna make sure you’re alright, okay?”

you nodded and swallowed, psyching yourself up to reveal everything to him. “well i––i had a dream, no, a nightmare really,” you laughed humorlessly. “where you um...you left me? well that was after you cheated on me but...” you felt him take a deep breath, “it just felt so real, you know? it hurt like a lot and then i woke up because it was so painful and i guess...the emotions carried through even after i left the dream.” you sighed, “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to worry you, i just...i don’t know, i needed to clear my head, i guess.” 

a few seconds passed before you felt a gentle hand under your chin, raising your head. you finally looked into akaashi’s eyes and he spoke up. “baby, i’m sorry that you experienced that, even if it was just a dream. just hearing about it hurts me too.” he swiped his thumb over your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch. “but know that i would never ever do that to you, i could never hurt you like that and i won’t, okay?” he waited for you to nod in agreement before nodding as well and pulling you into a hug. “i’m here to love and protect you, remember that.” he kissed your cheek but didn’t let you out of the hug. 

“are you better now?” again, he waited for you to nod. “let’s go back to bed, yeah?” he hugged you tight. “i’m not letting you go tonight.” 

iwaizumi:

iwaizumi grunted, confused when he felt you moving around more than usual behind him, 

no longer wrapped around him with one leg over his waist like how you had fallen asleep

when he heard you mumble a few things under your breath, he thought maybe you were just dreaming 

but when he heard a whimper of his name, followed by “please no––”

he turned around immediately, and turned on his bedside lamp, concerned and alert

he noticed that your face looked like it was in pain, like you were hurt

he put a hand on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb

“wake up sweetheart.”

you shook your head from side to side, seemingly wrestling with what you were seeing in your nightmare

he kissed your forehead, “come on, come back to me. open your eyes for me baby.”

he shook your side a few times and you finally opened your eyes, but he frowned when he noticed the pain still hadn’t left your face

his eyes widened when you suddenly threw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you blinked the tears away. he wrapped his arms around you immediately, “hey it’s okay, i’m here. you’re safe.” 

he rubbed his hands up and down your back soothingly and whispered reassuring things in your ear, kissing your temple every now and then. 

after a few minutes of holding you, he spoke up. “do you wanna tell me what happened in your nightmare? i’m right here, nothing bad’s gonna happen i promise.” 

your hand came up to hold the side of his jaw and neck and you sat up slightly, but he made sure to keep you secure and not let you run off, not that you were going to. “um...well i was coming over to your house cause we had a date night planned...” you trailed off slightly and felt his hand rub your thigh reassuringly. you sighed, “the door was unlocked so i came in, and i noticed another girl’s shoes in by the door?” you felt him stiffen under you but you went on. “so i went to find you, to ask you about it...but when i got to your room, you were...on top of her, and you can...fill in the blanks i’m guessing...” 

he opened his mouth to say something but you spoke before he could. “and you don’t have to apologize or anything, i know it wasn’t you and you wouldn’t do that...it just felt real and that really hurt me. but i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” you tried to smile but it felt like a grimace more than anything and iwaizumi sighed. you mistook it for annoyance and your eyes widen, “oh i’m sorry, you’re probably tired, i’ll just––”

you tried to get off his lap but he stopped you, confused. “no, darling i don’t care what time it is, this is important. i only sighed because i don’t like how you’re pretending to be okay when you’re not.” he put a hand under your chin, “it’s okay if you’re not okay. but i’m here for you, to help you feel better, yeah?” he kissed your nose lightly. “you have nothing to apologize for, and i know you said i don’t either, but i’m sorry that i hurt you, even if it was in a dream.”

you smiled for real this time and kissed his cheek, making him blush lightly. “you’re too sweet to me, you know that?”

his brows furrowed, “not possible.” he gave you a quick peck on the lips and lied you back down on the bed with a small smile before turning off the light. he slid back in with you and put his arm around your waist to pull you close. “you ready to sleep?” 

you nodded, “do you mind cuddling me until i fall asleep?”

“of course not, but you’re funny if you think i’m letting you go at all, even in my sleep.” 

oikawa:

oikawa was sleeping peacefully, rolling over to wrap his arm around you and pull you close and his brows furrowed when you swung his arm back to his side, but he stayed asleep

he kept sleeping even after you repeated this three more times 

but when you did it one more time, this time with more force, he whined and blinked his eyes open slowly

“y/n-chaaan, let me hold you~”

you simply huffed and kept staring in front of you, into the darkness of your room, your arms and legs crossed as you sat up against the headboard

you don’t even know how long you’d been awake, it was 4am, but you couldn’t be bothered to care

as soon as you saw oikawa with his tongue down another girl’s throat, while she sat in his lap, you were so mad you couldn’t think

...this was in a dream of course, and you know that––

but it still pissed you off

“wha––” oikawa leaned up on one arm to get a better look at you and make sure he wasn’t imagining things. “what are you doing up?” he turned his head to look at the clock on the nightstand, “wh––four a.m??” he turned back to you dramatically, and while normally you would’ve found it amusing, today was a different day. 

you felt oikawa drag himself to a sitting position as he stared at you frantically and utterly confused. “what is going on here??” when you didn’t respond, his shoulders drooped down and he placed a hand on your thigh which you quickly slapped off. he squawked, “baby??–”

“you don’t get to call me that.” 

his head bobbed back, offended. “what do you mean?! what happened in the hours that i was asleep?” 

again, you stayed silent and of course, he kept talking. “y/n-chan you can’t just not tell me what’s wrong, this is outrageous!” 

you sat there, brewing in your annoyance for a few moments before cutting off his rant, voice completely monotone. “you cheated on me.” 

there was a brief silence, a moment of processing before he exploded. “i’m sorry, what?! i most certainly did not! what are you talking about ?! i am loyal!”

you shrugged, only fueling the fire and his eyes widened. “what do you mean?” he imitated your shrug mockingly, “where did you get this insane theory from?!” 

he was talking far too loud for 4am, and you did not want a visit from the neighbors. “tooru––”

“tooru?! who is that?! i’m baby! love! your loyal boyfriend! soon to be husband when we’re ready!––”

you finally turned to him, “you’re being too loud! it’s four am––”

he glared but lowered his voice, maybe a fraction. “y/n-chan you are not gliding over your preposterous accusation like this––why on earth do you think i cheated?!”

you blinked, unfazed. “i saw it.” 

“that’s impossible because it never happened!”

“yes it did! i saw your tongue go down her fucking throat and your hands were all over her and she was in your lap, tooru. that’s why i woke up because i saw it and i got mad. how dare you do that––” 

“i’m telling you that never happened! i don’t know who you saw but it wasn’t––wait.” he blinked a few times and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. “did you say you saw it and you woke up? are you talking about a dream??” 

you clenched your jaw, “more like nightmare but that’s irrelevant, the point is you cheated–”

“y/n-chaaan––” he threw himself on you and wrapped his arms around you, ignoring your protests. he placed his head on your lap and looked up at you, with a pout. “you scared me! i thought you were really mad at––”

“i am mad at you.” 

“what?! but it wasn’t even real!”

“dream tooru and real tooru are basically the same.” 

“when are you going to stop calling me that?” he frowned, giving you puppy dog eyes and you groaned, slapping a hand over his face (gently), but he still yelped anyways.

“don’t look at me like that.”

he took your hand off and kissed your palm softly. “why, is it working?” 

you sighed and looked away. “...i know it wasn’t real but it still hurt seeing you like that, you know? that’s why i was so annoyed––it wasn’t even real but it still affected me so much.” 

he sat up against the headboard and pulled you into his lap, pleased to see you weren’t complaining. you placed your hands on his shoulders and kept your eyes down, focused on his chest. he squeezed your waist and ducked his head down to peck your lips, smiling victoriously when it made you smile. 

“i would never be as dumb as dream me and throw our precious relationship away, i love you way too much and value having you in my life far too much to do something like that.” he kissed your cheek, “you’re it for me, got it?”

you nodded, looking up into his eyes to see how serious he was. you could see the love he had for you. “okay...i love you baby.”

he smiled, “i love you too. so much.” he kissed you on the lips gently. “now can we please cuddle? we both need our beauty sleep.” 

[hyunjilicious]

a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 2

A/n: I’m sorry it took me so long. I don’t like how this part turned out, at all, but I rewrote it 3 times and I can’t even think about these scenes anymore without getting annoyed. I’m just happy it’s finished and that I can start working on part 3 (that is, if you like this one enough to want to keep reading lol)

Summary: After you post on onlyfans a video starring another man, Henry decides to take matters into his own hands. (cameo: Steve Rogers) KINKY 4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mentions of smut and masturbation (male), humiliation/degradation kink, groping, mentions of porn and filming pornographic material, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry. (also tumblr crashed when I first tried to upload this so maybe that a sign this sucks)

You can read part 1 here!

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The sight brought down a storm upon Henry's mind. He stood there, mouth agape, watching the screen, unable to believe his eyes. It was one thing to post videos of yourself on the Internet, but to have someone else take part in them was too much. At least for Henry. Still smart and composed, he realised there wasn't anything he could do about it, but nevertheless, he was determined to not let this shit slide for much longer. 

As much as he wanted to hunt down that man who dared put his hands on you, Henry gathered himself, took a deep breath and closed the onlyfans page. He was perfectly aware that just the right amount of you could get him to lose his sense of control and do things he'd later regret. Still, in desperate need to see you, he grabbed his phone, eyes scheming over your socials, only to see that the last time you had been active was 7 minutes ago. So, without much consideration, he started typing.

"You up?"

"Yep. Finishing up an essay. Coffee in 30??"

Oh, and how deeply that hurt him. "Of course" he sent you, and then checked again the post you made at 3am. '...I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up...'

You were lying? Why were you lying to him? It drove him insane. Henry felt like he couldn't sit down anymore, like he had no chance to catch his breath. He couldn't think straight, so he wasn't really to blame for what he did next. 

Henry's fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing Facebook and logging into your account, desperate to see whether he could find out who the man in your video was. And it was as easy as it could've been, considering your last 5 conversations were with the girl friends he already knew about. But somewhere among them, he spotted an unfamiliar name - Steve R., and instantly clicked and opened the conversation. His blood started to boil when the multitude of emojis you sent reached his eyes, but he scrolled up, until he found the beginning of yesterday's conversation. 

It was started by you, and with a request. You were blunt and went straight for it, asking him with just one message to be in the video with you. There was no trace of your relationship with him on the Internet, so Henry had no idea regarding the nature of yours and Steve's connection. Judging by the way you addressed him, he could easily assume the man was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Even though it angered him, Henry kept his calm and decided to go about this with care. It would only be a matter of time until he removed Steve from your life. But for now, he just had to keep digging for information. 

Steve R.: "Exactly what do you need me to do, baby? Spank you? In front of the camera? Are you serious?" 

"Yes, Steve. Come on!! I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but still... 😇 when it comes to these things, you know me better than anyone"

Henry scoffed. Who the fuck was this guy?

Steve R.: "I know, baby"

Steve R.: "What's in it for me?"

Smoke came out of Henry's ears, and the fact that you acted so sweet and innocent made him want to smash his keyboard.

"Whatever you want! Just do this for me!!! Please!!!! 🥺😊😋"

Steve R.: "Ofc I'll do it, sweetheart. I got you"

"Thank you thank you thank you 😘"

Steve R.: "I should be the one to thank you"

Steve R.: "Send me the location and I'll be over there asap"

After that, your address followed and then that was it. Determined to dig deeper, Henry started to scroll up again, wanting to find out as much as he could about this mysterious man. He didn't get a chance to lurk too much before this computer alerted him of a notification, the onlyfans tab glowing orange. His attention was instantly won, smiling devilishly as he checked the content.

Posted 30 seconds ago, was the new video. Ready to kick back and enjoy, Henry pressed the play button, ready to go at it with an open mind. 

He reluctantly accepted the fact that there was another man in it with you, but he decided to enjoy it nevertheless. The video started, displaying Steve seated on the couch, thighs suggestively parted. He had a pair of black dress pants on, dangerously stretched over his massive thighs. A white, elegant shirt hugged his visibly sculpted torso, the top two buttons undone to show just a hint of chest hair. Quite a sight, but all Henry saw was trash. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a silver watch on his wrist and a pinky ring on, Steve patted his thigh, cueing your entrance.

When Henry saw you, he felt his breath reach a new, sudden level of difficulty. With the shortest of skirts barely managing to cover your ass and a mostly see-through shirt on your top half, you made your way to him in such an angelic way that Henry couldn't believe his eyes. 

You looked like happiness personified, and it came in such a painful contraction to what you were about to do, that it twisted Henry's mind in such a perverse way, his cock nearly twitched just by seeing you. 

When you were about to bend over Steve's thigh, he grabbed your chin and stopped you mid action, his lips slamming against your as his free hand lewdly caressed your ass. He flung the skirt over your hips, your flimsy underwear on full display. 

Attentive to the events unfolding on the screen, Henry found his cock, teasingly rubbing it over the material of his pajama pants. His mouth watered when he felt the sensibility in his tip, actually believing this would be easier than he initially anticipated.

"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl, or do I have to make this fucking hurt?" Steve asked and Henry almost threw up. 

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good" you mewled, wiggling your feet. 

"Let's see" the man menacingly chuckled, releasing a sharp slap against your ass that made you yelp out in pain.

At this point, about 30 seconds in that was, Henry was already losing his mind. It was as if you took a trip inside his dreams and decided to play out his fantasies. The only problem was that you did it with another man. It was next to impossible for him to keep this going.

"Can you count?" Steve taunted, his hand traveling all over the back of your thighs, your exposed ass and between your legs. 

"Yes, Daddy" you eagerly nodded and Henry almost threw up.

"I wouldn't be surprised if a dumb slut like you didn't know how to" Steve chuckled, "But it's ok, that's how we like our girls. Dumb and pretty"

"Thank you, Daddy"

Henry couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to accept the fact that a random man got to play with your innocence like that. You were his sweet little girl. And if until now he pushed through heroically, when literal yelps of pain started erupting from your lips as the blonde man slapped your ass hard enough to rock your whole frame, Henry's blood ran cold.

But no matter how hard the jealousy had hit him, the video was still pushing his limits of self control. It was still what he always wanted to see. When he reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock, a low grunt of early satisfaction left his lips. He once again found himself picturing you, willing to please him, but this time, he didn't get to go too far. The buzzing sound of his doorbell rang through his apartment, and he never stood up faster.

Cock still hard and completely visible through his pants, Henry slapped the pause button and minimized the browser, before springing to his feet and rushing to the door.

"Henry!" you exclaimed as soon as he came into view. He looked somehow tired, but it was easy to tell there was something else bothering him. "You didn't answer your phone" you pouted.

"Yeah, sorry" he shook his head, a few sweaty curls falling against his forehead. "I was busy with something. What's up?"

You raised your eyebrows and pointed to the door of your apartment, "You said you'd come over? Coffee? Remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah" Henry cringed, rubbing his forehead. "I'll be over in 10 minutes, that ok?"

"Sure" you beamed, completely oblivious to the way he just tried to get rid of you. With utter nonchalance, you pushed your way past him and strolled into the kitchen.

"You wanna wait here?" he muttered.

"Yeah... Is that a problem? I can leave..."

"No, no" Henry eventually sighed and rushed over to you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And that was what you did. You silently sat down, grabbing a bag of chips you found laying around, and settled to wait. And maybe, a few seconds passed where nothing devious came to mind, but as time ticket itself away, boredom got to you. First you stood up, and padded to the hallway, looking around. There was almost nothing new over there, but it still felt so homey you absolutely loved to inspect every detail. The TV in the living room was turned off, a couple of pizza boxes on the floor and his DVD cases laying around - absolutely nothing interesting.

You sighed and plopped down on his couch, folding your legs under your body, ready to flip through the channels on TV until he'd decide to join you. Nothing seemed of interest, being bombarded with news and fishing programs. "Old man" you thought to yourself, before opening up the menu in search for something less depressing. A wave of nostalgia hit you when you came across a Spiderman marathon, and you were done for. Maybe one full episode passed until Henry walked out of the bathroom, but you were nowhere near ready to leave.

"Look what's playing!" you beamed, pointing to the screen. Henry raised his eyebrows in amusement, his shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at your unusual choice of entertainment. 

"Are you serious? Cartoons?"

"Yes!" you scoffed, extending your arms and gesturing for him to join you. Although reluctant at first, Henry agreed to sit and watch the show with you, but not before brewing some coffee first.

When he returned from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in tow, you shuffled to the side and welcomed him on the couch. He brought you close against him, draping his arm around your body. With your head resting on his shoulder, you sipped your coffee, eyes glued to the TV. "You seriously never watched these as teen? You were 11 when it came out."

"I did" Henry laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your side, "I was in love with Felicia Hardy"

"MJ was so much better!" you shook your head disappointed, "You have no taste"

"No need for that" Henry threatened, his fingers exploring their way down your body. The way he trailed his hand across your hips and thighs made you squirm, smiling to yourself as you shuffled closer to him.

Henry was more than happy to reciprocate, kissing your forehead and squeezing you tighter. 

And just like that, you didn't care about Spiderman anymore. You flung your leg over Henry's lap, all but crawling on top of him. The episode was still playing in the background, but none of you was paying attention anymore. Henry wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you pushed your hips down against his thigh. His hands traveled lower, exploring your body with delicate but greedy strokes. 

As you let yourself get carried away with absolutely no worry in mind, Henry knew exactly what he was doing. And considering how easily you let your guard down, he had you right where he wanted. 

When you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your nose rubbing across the slope of his collarbone, Henry's right hand found your ass. You froze for a second, but his gentle caress helped you relax again in an instant. With his lips against the top of your head, he allowed his fingers to sink into your flesh. Your whole frame stiffened as you gathered a handful of his hoodie into your fist.

"What's wrong?" Henry cooed, grabbing your chin, "You ok?"

"Yep" you whimpered, and then winced again as he squeezed your ass once more. "I'm good-" you lied, cupping the side of his neck into your palm as you crawled higher up his body, your lips right against his ear. 

As weak as he was for you, Henry stood his ground. If you wanted to play this game, he'd do it, but he wouldn't let you win.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, roughly groping your ass.

Jumping slightly from the pain, you still managed to shake your head, blurting out another lie. "... no"

"What about this?" Henry teased, grinning widely as he shoved his hands inside your leggings, under your panties. 

The urgency of his touch made your eyes open wide, your back arching as you tried to push yourself off of him.

"Does it hurt, darling?" he continued, keeping you in place with ease. 

Defeated, you sighed and lowered your gaze, "A bit" you mumbled.

"Just a bit?" 

"Henry-"

"Did he fuck you good?" 

Your mouth fell open. "What- no, I didn't- we didn't do anything-"

"Didn’t do anything?" Henry grinned, his perfect teeth showing as he proudly pried information out of you.

"I just... fuck-" 

Seeing no way out of this one, and eager to stop hiding, you pushed yourself back. Henry's hands left your body as you sat beside him, and he watched you curiously, patiently waiting for you to word your thoughts. "I just filmed a video for my page, that's all" you bowed your head.

"What kind of video?" Henry questioned.

His demeanour was so relaxed, he was right in his element, unlike you, who were riled up to the extreme. "A spanking video-" you cleared, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 

"Did he spank you good?" 

His hand found your hips again, and you leaned into his touch, nodding your head yes as you were too embarrassed to actually word your answer.

"Then show me" 

He was dominant and stern, and even if you wanted to, you felt like saying no wasn't an option. Henry didn't wait for your permission as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up to your knees, chuckling softly to himself when he saw you shyly smile down at him. 

His fingers curled around the waistband of your leggings, forcefully pulling them down your thighs. "Come on" he urged you, softly guiding you to lay down across his lap, your ass barely covered by the pinkish and slightly unflattering underwear you had chosen for the day.

Henry's breathing picked up at the sight, and so did yours. You watched him over your shoulder, his fingers tracing over the bruises Steve left on your bum the night before. 

"Henry-?" you whimpered, the anticipation building up in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to bear. 

"Yes, darling?" he cooed, leaning down to the side to kiss your cheek. His stumble tickled your skin and you whimpered when his hand made its way between your legs.

You felt his fingers against your opening and involuntarily clenched your thighs around him, hiding your face in the cushions of below your head.

"Tell me" Henry pushed, teasing your folds and clit over your underwear. 

"Nothing, I-" you cried, making him chuckle.

He loved giving you a taste of your own medicine. He straightened himself up and grabbed your ass into his hands, squeezing until you yelped out in pain. A soft laughter of approval escaped his throat as he bent down and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, applying lingering kisses over each and every single bruise. 

The way he took control of the situation and handled your body, turned you on to no end. For whatever reason, being exposed like that for him, waiting for any kind of judgement to leave his lips, you were getting more and more riled up by the second. You were done for. You did your best not to moan with need, but little did you know that was exactly what kept you from being thrown onto the floor and fucked into oblivion. Just one single sign was all you needed in order to break his self control, but you didn’t have it in you to do it. 

But he didn’t say anything, instead just keeping you on your toes as he had his way. You were dripping through your underwear, and judging by the bulge in his pants that pushed up against your belly, you knew he was on the same page as you. But again, he didn’t allow things to go further. Everything about this moment pointed in the right direction - the teasing, the touching, you were all but whimpering in his lap, but he cut the moment short with a sharp slap against your ass before he helped you up. Henry acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened as he pulled your leggings back up, but this glare became colder when he found your eyes.

He bent down and spoke into your ear, "He could've done a better job"

Completely under his spell, you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't think I would have been able to take any more"

"That's not what I said" Henry shook his head.

"Look at you being an expert" you teased, relishing in the fact that he seemed eager to keep things going. 

"All I'm saying is that if you had asked someone else-" Henry laughed, stroking your cheek, "Things would have turned out much more different"

"Oh" you pouted, ready to tease him further. "Who should I have asked-"

Just when you started getting comfortable and confident enough to push things further, Henry's phone rang. "I don't have to take that" he shook his head when he heard you stopped talking.

"Just see who it is" you giggled, slapping his shoulder.

Before doing so, Henry grabbed your chin and kissed your forehead, his touch drawing you in like a magnet as you leaned into him when he pulled away. With a sigh, you eventually crawled off his lap and then your face fell with disappointment when Henry showed you the screen of his phone. 

"Yeah?" he huffed after picking up, his boss being the last person he wished to talk to right now. 

You watched him closely as he listened to whatever the man was saying, and almost whined out loud when Henry frowned annoyed.

"I'll call you back in 5, ok?" he asked and after a couple of seconds hung up.

"I'm so sorry-" Henry sighed, turning to you, "I gotta go take this, there's a problem with one of the radars, I need to go see if I can fix it remotely"

"Sure thing" you shook your head. "But please tell me you don't have plans tonight"

"I don't" Henry leaned towards you and again, kissed your forehead. As much as you loved the sweet gesture, it was now more than ever that you craved something else entirely. 

"And please don't forget about me again" you giggled, grabbing his biceps and stopping him from leaving without a promise.

"I won't" he sighed, "I'm really sorry about that. I'll make it up to you"

"However I want?" you beamed and licked your lips.

"Absolutely" Henry smiled, sweetly embracing you before walking you to the door.

You had his word now, and you were planning on making it count. There was no way either you or Henry would act as if nothing had happened, and you couldn't wait.

Once alone and seated at his desk, Henry opened up the text editor associated with the code he wrote months ago. When his screen was flooded with errors and his chat popped up with three different messages asking for help from his colleagues, Henry all but yelled out loud in frustration. Not only did he wish to be with you, it was also Sunday, one of his days off. But he couldn't just text the pilot of the plane whose radar went berserk and tell him to wait. So he got to work, determined to get this done as soon as possible. 

But unfortunately, that 'as soon as possible' turned into 3 hours of continuous work. He didn't even stand up to go to the bathroom until he made sure everything was on point. It was about 4pm when the program started running smoothly again, and seeing how he had a few more hours to waste until he had to see you, Henry decided to make the best of them, by getting a head start on his tasks for the following day.

Productivity flowed through his fingertips as he solved the first issue he had been assigned for the day to come, getting ready to start working on the second one when a call caught his attention. He didn't recognize the ring tone, and it only dawned on him that he was still logged into your facebook account a couple of seconds after it stopped ringing. 

Still curious, Henry switched the tabs on his computer, noticing that the chat with Steve, which he left open hours ago, showed that there was an ongoing video call. His jaw fell. Henry tightened his hands into fists, fuming with anger. First as you for doing this, and then at himself for allowing you to believe this was an ok thing to do. He knew there was no way to eavesdrop on your conversation even if he had the password, but that didn't mean his curiosity died down. No, it only grew stronger.

He felt lost for a minute, but then he thought of something. On his dresser, right next to his winter gloves and under his favorite jogging hat, laid an extra set of keys. Henry remembered the day you gave them to him, saying something along the lines of 'I feel much safer knowing that if something were to happen, you could always get to me, Henry.' and then remembered how you stuffed them in his pocket, and kissed his chest before stepping back. Such different times. 

There was no trace of hesitation inside his mind as he grabbed the keys and made his way out of his home. He passed the hallway in less than a second and pressed his ear to the door. It was perfectly quiet, and through the peephole, he couldn't see any light. You weren't in the kitchen or living room, so he felt confident enough. After putting his phone on vibrate, Henry ever so gently pushed the key inside, turning it inside the lock with the most meticulous movement his wrist could muster. The sound of the door knob being turned was so faint he barely even heard it, but his pulse skyrocketed when he heard the click that signaled the door was finally open.

With small, careful steps, he made his way inside. The entire apartment was dark and quiet as he made his way in, stopping just outside your bedroom as the relaxed, deep voice of a stranger became audible through the wall. “Trust me, sweetheart. Just relax, I got you. You’re all tense, I can see it from here. You know I have more experience with this than you do, just do as I say”

With one hand on the doorknob of your bedroom, Henry was ready to put an end to this whole charade. He knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care. The image of a so called friend, pushing you to do anything that you seemed to have clearly stated your discomfort about, flipped a switch inside his brain. There was no stopping him because no one, no one got to push you around like that. Not while he could do anything about it.

[thithesandofferings]

Behind the Scenes 

¶ Synopsis: Trying to be quiet, but Ardyn's doing his very best to help you not succeed.

¶ Tags: Ardyn x reader. Minors DNI 18+. D/s themes. Semi public themes. Overstimming. Ardyn being an asshole but us liking it. Petnames (pretty doll). GN! Reader.

¶ Authors Note: *Sighs and packs up to get on the 3am train to Ardyn* I gotta stop doing this. @broken-kitty1995 @hauntedadagium - it's def y'all's fault. I was bamboozled.

"Come on pretty, be good and give me one more hm?"

The slick sounds are muted by the rustling clothing. But you hear it none the less. Embarrassment and desire are one in the same curled up in your lower belly. Youre doing your absolute best not to bite a hole into Ardyn's clothed shoulder, his designer pads completely soaked just from your tears alone.

"A-ardyn I c-cant" you can't tell, but he's grinning now, knowing that your hiccuping squeaks are matching the sounds of his soaked fingers. You know you're going to come regardless, but pride tries to eat away at your embarrassment from how much you're enjoying him. Your mind is bordering on blank and your fingers hurt from digging into his back to keep quiet. He doesn't have an agenda, just to make you come as much as possible before he gets caught. You're absolutely losing your mind, whispering cries ratcheting up a little as he goes faster. Three fingers deep and pressing into your slackened walls, you're more than ready to take him, but when he adds a fourth, you instinctively realize- he wants you to fail. And maybe that brings you to the edge faster than you'd like to admit.

He's shushing you in false comfort, because he knows he's started this. Told you he just needed to talk with you in his office, go over some papers. You should've known he'd mix business with pleasure because now he has you crowded against the wall, a wall that can absolutely hear the party going on 5ft away. Cocky bastard couldn't even wait to get you far enough before his hand was around your throat and the other one in your mouth to get his fingers wet. Liked to slacken your jaw a little to coax the wetness down your jaw.

You hardly ever needed it. Especially today, when his confident air and mischievous looks drove you absolutely insane. And maybe you made him a little crazy because it's been 20 minutes and you definitely have stopped counting how many times he's made you come. He looks content as a peach to sit and watch you suffer to keep silent. Cock rubbing against your hip, imitating the patterns of his fingers, a mirage of long deep thrust inside you- completely intent on watching you lose your mind.

Someones bound to come looking for him. It is HIS party.

"I wasn't asking, give me another and be quiet while I'm doing it." The "or there will be consequences" were heard loud and clear.

He hums quietly into your ear and twist his wrist just enough to spark bold pleasure in your the backs of your eyes. Back arching and stomach clenching, you make a quivering noise that echoes in the hallway before you can stop yourself. You clap your hand over you mouth as you whisper a stuttered apology. When he freezes and coldly moves away, completely stopping your orgasm midway through, you can't help but clench and try to keep him in. The squelching far too loud for anyone not to hear. In that moment, you feel a a brief wash of envy pass over from you. At him, at the guest two feet away, even at the portraits staring down at you-albeit unhelpfully.

He tuts. Reality shakes you to the core, glass chinking and laughter contrast so differently from the silent way he's staring at you. The gentle kiss he puts below your ear belies the wrath that will come to you later tonight. The one rule was to not make noise. But it's not like he would make it easy for you, you at least thought you'd get past his fingers.

"I hope you liked coming like this doll" A sadistic grin spreads across his mouth in anticipated glee. He grips both sides of your chin tightly and gives you a light kiss on your sticky mouth.

"Because you won't be coming again for a long while"

KeKe~

[sxnnimoon]

Little One pt. 6

Part 6 is here babies! I hope you all love it and I hope you all have a great weekend! (also if anyone knows to do those text and social media posts of artists and celebs please let me know!)

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“Park seo joon… WHY?!” you glared at him.

“Oh come on princess,” he smirked. “You should know me better than anyone else.”

You tried to move away from his hand that came to your face.

“You were mine before theirs.” he grabbed your face.

“You’re crazy.” you said, barely above a whisper.

“It was only a matter of time before I could have you all for myself.” he smirked leaning in.

You whispered out a no before he let go of your face. He took a few steps away from you before he turned around and hit you, instantly apologizing.

You spit out a bit of blood, you wanted nothing more than to cry out but tried keeping yourself together.

“What will you gain from this?” you looked up at him with disgust.

“What aren’t you getting?” he tilted his head. “I finally have what's mine. You would be mine if they didn’t come into the picture. They always took away what was mine.”

You were confused on what he meant but you could see the sadness in his eyes for a split second, but it soon switched to anger.

He rushed towards you. Fear setting in, not knowing what he was going to do. He untied you from the chair leaving your feet and hands bound. He picked you up, carrying you out of the empty room. You tried looking at where you were, all you could see was a carpeted floor and paintings scattered on the wall. It felt familiar, like you had been here before but you couldn’t think of where. Before you knew it you were thrown on to a bed. You clutched the shirt that covered your body tight feeling the sleeves slip down your shoulders. Looking around the room you could finally piece together where you were.

“The villa…” you whispered.

He chuckled darkly, he knew you figured it out.

“Why bring me here?” you looked at him confused. “They will find me. It’s only a matter of ti-“

He slapped you.

“ENOUGH!” he yelled, making you jump back. “Let them come. It won’t end well for them.”

He left the room soon after. You couldn’t believe he would bring you to the one place they would find you, the villa your family owned, it was where you met Seo Joon in your high school days, it also had been a place you would bring the boys when you wanted a few days away in the woods for peace and quiet. You both were best friends up until you married. His behavior changed once you started seeing any of the boys, it had become clingy and possessive. You never knew him like that, he was always the sweet, shy and smart Park Seo Joon. you couldn’t grasp where it all went wrong. It saddened you but you had to remain strong, you couldn’t let your guard down.

A few hours passed and he finally returned, this time with food and water. He walked towards you, making you tense up and move away. He pulled you by your ankles. You tried fighting back.

“I’m untying you, chill the fuck out.” he hissed. “Now don’t try anything.” he pointed at you before sitting in the chair across from where you were.

“Now eat,” he grumbled.

You stared at the food, not having the strength to move.

“I may have taken you but i can assure you it’s not poisoned.” he said rolling his eyes.

You ate slowly.

“Now that you have me, what will you do to me?” you ask him.

He liked that you wanted to ‘talk’ to him, you knew he wouldn’t shut up once you got him going. As he went on listing all the things he was gonna do you were getting uncomfortable and disgusted. You also could sense and hear commotion from outside. He obviously didn’t notice. It wasn’t until you could see movement under the door that you changed up your plan.

“You are insane.” you said with disgust. “You really think I would have been with you back then let alone now? We made out once, ONE time seo joon. You really think I would fuck someone like you?” you decided to get him riled up which would get him off guard.

You could see the fiery expression in his eyes at your words.

“Honestly, you aren’t even man enough for this. You are nothing but a scared little boy who is just pissed that the one thing he wants isn’t his and doesn’t want him back.” you fake pouted.

“Keep it up,” he said lowly pointing a finger at you.

“Or what? You are nothing compared to my men. Unlike you, they know the difference between protectiveness and borderline crazy.” you knew it was working, you could see the feet stop in front of the door.

“THAT'S IT!” he yelled before charging at you.

He was stopped in his tracks when the door was bussed down.

“WHAT TH-” he was cut off by a gunshot.

You screamed. You looked up seeing Yeonjun. He was one of Hoseok’s best men.

“IS HE DEAD.” you shouted, looking at him passed out on the floor.

“He’s still alive, just wounded.” Beomgyu said, checking his pulse.

“Death would be too easy.” Yoongi said walking in.

“YOU'RE HERE!” you jumped into his arms.

He held you tight against him.

“ARE YOU REAL?!” You said, frantically running your hands all over his face.

“Yes we’re real little one.” Jin said coming into the room.

“Get him out of here. I’ll deal with him later.” Hoseok said, coming into view, The others, not too far behind.

“Why would he do this?” You looked down pouting.

“We found files he kept hidden with nothing but pictures of you Miss.” Beomgyu said.

“And a few of the bosses with holes through their heads.” Taehyun said. “Not to mention the nude ones…”

He looked at you with sympathy.

You shook your head.

“I want to see them.” You said, wiping tears off your face.

“..baby..” Joon said, coming towards you.

You put a hand up for him to stop.

“I want to see EVERYTHING. No arguments” You said sternly.

They nodded.

You all began walking out to the SUV’s ready to head home.

“Everything you need is already at the hotel.” Yeonjun said.

“Thank you.” You gave a small smile.

“We’re staying at one of the hotels while everything gets moved into the new house.” Taehyung said.

You nodded.

A new place meant new beginnings, but also much more hidden and higher security.

Arriving at the hotel you walked ahead of them instantly going to your room not wanting to be bothered.

Once in your room you noticed two huge boxes filled with files. You were an hour and a half into the first box barely making a dent. You cried here and there, You couldn’t believe how much he had stalked you. All the trips you went on, all the meetings, you in your restaurant, club. He was everywhere. It wasn’t until you got to the second box that you felt disgusted. The entire second box was nothing but you nude. You cried harder. This man was supposed to be like a brother to you, but he was too good to be true. He was at your wedding for god sake. You all let him in and this is how things ended up. You were sitting there with your head in your hands when your phone went off.

It was Taehyung.

Tae Baby🐾✨

T- are you okay?

T- I can hear you through the walls :(

Y- that doesn’t begin to cover it….

Y- cuddles?

T- omw

You soon heard a knock. You walked over to the door and opened it seeing him made you smile. You hugged him, his scent instantly making you forget everything. You get safe. Though the line of work he does he was definitely one of the softer ones out of the seven but also one the most feared along with Jimin. You stood there for a while before going to lay down.

Tae went to clear the bed taking notice of the photos left out. He covered his mouth, he was hurt and disgusted.

“Let’s just lay down.” You say taking the boxes away.

“How could we let him do this to you?” He whispered.

“We won’t be seeing him anytime soon, he’s done for baby.” You reassured him.

“We could have prevented this.” He said, trying not to cry.

“We didn’t know love,” you rested a hand on his cheek. “No one knew he could do this. Now let’s go to bed.” You kissed him.

He pulled you tight, he didn’t want you out of his sight. He thought he lost you.

As much as any of them didn’t want to admit it, you were their weakness. And it hit them hard thinking you were gone.

As you lay there in the dark, Tae wrapped in your arms you couldn’t help being wide awake. The images of the previous events running through your mind on repeat. The glow of your phone lit up the room. You were curious about who would be texting you at 3am. Eyes squinting you read the name.

Jiminie😚❤️

JM- are you awake?

Y- i am

JM- can I come in?

Y- you can :)

You locked your phone before trying your best to slip out of Taehyung's grasp. You put a pillow between you so he could still have something to hold on to for the time being. You walked to the door just before he knocked.

He smiled as you opened the door. He went to talk but you put a finger to your lips and pointed in the direction of a sleepy Taehyung.

He nodded and closed the door behind him.

He pulled you in close.

“Let’s just lay down.” You whispered, a yawn following.

Laying down in the middle of the two, your back facing Tae who immediately wrapped his body around you making you and Jimin giggle.

You played with eachothers hands neither one speaking. You could feel your eyes getting heavy.

“Sleep my love.” He said. “We’ll be here to protect you.”

He kissed your head and you were soon deep in sleep. You woke up to the sun in your face and tangled in arms and legs. You tried your best to wiggle out but Jimin’s hold on you tightened. You tapped his cheek earning a groan from him.

“I need to pee.” You said struggling to sit up.

“Don’t leave.” Taehyung whined.

“Do you really wanna sleep in a wet bed?” You smirked down at him.

“I am up.” He shot up.

Jimin slowly got up at the sudden movement.

You giggled and shook your head before going to the bathroom.

Walking out you hear the boys on the phone.

“Alright, we’ll pack everything up and head on out.” Tae said into the phone. “Okay bye.”

“What was that about?” You asked.

“Everything is moved into the house.” He smiled.

“We can head over once you are ready.” Jimin said.

It didn’t take long to gather everything. Down at the lobby you only saw one vehicle.

“Where are the others?” You raised a brow.

“They are already there making sure the security is set right.” Jimin said.

Upon arrival they put in a code to open the gates which wasn’t new but the long driveway was. It definitely had its similarities and differences. Walking into the house you could hear Hoseok and Joon giving demands about bodyguards for each of you. You walked in and all eyes were on you.

“Come meet your guard's love.” Joon said.

“I want to choose my own.” You demanded.

They both gave you a look. After the last two you wanted to make sure you were protected at all costs.

“I want Yeonjun and Soobin.” You said. “Don’t fight me on this Hoseok. Them plus Beomgyu have gone above and beyond for our family and I trust them with my life.”

“Okay.” He said.

“I can assure you all will do your absolute best to protect me and my family.” Joon said. “You’re dismissed.”

They stood there just looking at you.

“What?” you said, raising your brows.

“You…” Hoseok said, “amaze me.”

He smiled, running a hand through his hair.

“And here I thought you were too sweet to give out demands.” Jungkook said, smirking.

You stuck your tongue out at him.

“You guys must be rubbing off on me.” you shrugged walking away.

You walked around the house and property, making yourself acquainted with it all. Yeonjun and Soobin not too far behind keeping watch.

You walked to the balcony overlooking the trees, it was beautiful and the sunset added a nice touch.

“We could live here.” you said to yourself. “We could start a family here.”

You were too in thought to realize Soobin was calling you.

“Miss. The bosses need you back at the house, they say it’s time for dinner.” he said.

You nodded leading the way.

[bigteefsmallbrain]

General Soul Eater HCs please

Soul Eater: General headcanons

Death the Kid:

He’s an art critic

Hear me out

He is obsessed with symmetry, and loves the beauty in it

So when he sees something non-symmetrical, especially in art, he can’t help but to critique it

May go as far as to send a personal letter to the artist (If they’re alive) about how offensive it is that they created something so asymmetrical

If he can’t send a letter to the artist, he’ll send one to the owner/museum and request it be taken down, while listing reasons why it’s horrible.

Anything he writes has an even amount of letters and words

Be that his test answers

Essays

Letters

Diary entry

Speaking of diary entries, he definitely has one

But it’s actually just a catalogue of symmetrical things he’s seen

He puts photos into it and writes about how beautiful it was to see

He doesn’t care what it is much, just that it was beautiful

Meaning he takes photos of people too

Which can be unnerving at times

He’s probably taken a photography class before, or at the very least is self taught

Literally has a photo album of things he views are beautiful, but non symmetrical and he would die if anyone found it

Like a particular sunset with uneven hills

Or a flower with one too many petals

Definitely has an 8 ball, not a magic one, just an 8 ball, it’s placed on a velvet pillow in his room and he frequently polishes it

Elizabeth Thompson:

Makes several backup plans as a way to cope

Especially after dealing with an experience with a ghost

She has notebooks full of them, labeled and detailed

At one point she started putting them in alphabetical order but stopped immediately when she realized Kid’s perfectionist habits were rubbing off on her

She practices acting in the mirror

Usually so she can charm a man into dating her

But also to con people

She used to be a “Street rat” and that thought of ending up on the streets again constantly plagues her mind

She takes full advantage of the “Rich life”

Shopping sprees

Quality makeup

Salons and spa days

The works

She lets Patty’s thought that she knows everything get to her head

The fact alone that her sister believes in her that much is enough to make her a bit egotistical

And Patty’s admiration for the girl makes it ten times worse

She literally doesn’t care if she ends up being wrong because she’ll just be right next time anyways

So stubborn in that aspect

Patricia Thompson:

She likes dark humor

You can’t convince me otherwise, you actually can’t, I have evidence

She made an origami Giraffe, and broke its neck

Laughed when Kid said he “wants to die”

She literally pokes him with a stick when he’s depressed

She likes dark humor, and probably looks up jokes to tell others just for kicks

She’s secretly sadistic, and likes scaring her sister and others

She may act naïve and innocent, but she is anything but

She definitely has, more than once, banged on Liz’s door at 3AM just to hear her sister squeal like a little girl

Honestly, she probably purposefully gets their pose wrong, just to see her sisters annoyance and laugh when Kid gets smacked

She likes origami

Probably first got into it because of the paper ninja stars

Then just found it relaxing

She most likely makes the ninja stars mostly, and keeps a box of her origami creations somewhere

Has in the past, and will not hesitate to do so again, beat someone up for kicks or just to destress

Patty has two faces, the childlike innocent one, and the insane anger one

So it’s not too far fetched to say that she’ll hide her anger till she can corner someone alone and beat them up

Or that she gets bored and decides to do so

I wouldn’t be too surprised if her sister occasionally joined as well

Maka Albarn:

She’s a Harry Potter nerd and you can’t convince me otherwise

She loves the concept of magic

Loves the dynamic between Ron and Hermione, though feels a bit of Deja vu thinking about it

Probably used to write fanfiction, but in a way that made it seem like it was actually part of the story

She will hit you if you mention it

Definitely the type to compare books to their movie counterparts

Not in like, a critic way, but she will definitely rant about the differences, or how a character looks exactly like she imagined, or if they didn’t put in a particular scene she liked in the book

Forces Soul into movie nights, but it’s only the movie counterparts to her books

I can see her forcing everyone into a group study session

Be super organized about it, and setting it up in a way so that no one can refuse

She probably has specific ways for everyone to study

Like having Black☆Star work out while studying so he retains the knowledge better

Or setting up the session in a symmetrical way so Kid doesn’t freak out about it

She writes letters to her mom, as a coping mechanism for when her emotions get to be a little too much

Like when she’s having a bad day

Or if she’s particularly peeved at something Soul did

She writes a lot more letters when it comes around the time of her mom's birthday or death anniversary

She likes the thought of an old timey romance, and often listens to songs that give off that kind of feel

She really likes “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”, it’s one of her favorites

She also likes the old Disney songs, like “Once Upon a Dream” and “So This Is Love”

She would be so embarrassed if anyone found out though, especially if it was her dad or Soul

She isn’t quite sure why she’s so worried about Soul finding out though

Speaking of, she half realizes, half doesn’t with anyone's romantic feelings, including her own

She’ll fantasize about getting a love letter or having someone present her with a bouquet of roses

But if it actually happens she’s like “Oh, thanks friend!”

She knows the behaviors, she just can’t put two and two together

They would have to be extremely blunt, no over dramatic confession, just “I’m in love with you and want to be romantically involved with you”

She reads dictionaries for fun

She really likes to read out of date dictionaries, just to see what words and slang existed back then

She also highlights words she likes and uses them frequently on accident

She has most definitely yelled “I have cupid’s kettlebells*! I’m not flat!” at Soul before

Soul Evans:

Bottles. Up. His. Emotions.

He’s influenced by “toxic masculinity” and fully believes that being vulnerable in a serious way “isn’t cool”

He will bottle everything up so deep down inside that it seems impossible for it to surface

Feelings of inferiority to others? Bottled

Want to cry or break down? Nope, gotta be cool

Started crying in front of someone and can’t stop? He’s not crying, you’re clearly blind

Speaking of crying, once he starts, and I mean genuinely starts, it’s so hard to get him to calm down, and even then the tears don’t stop

Sometimes he’ll start to freak out and send himself into a panic attack because the tears just won’t stop

He’s that influenced by the thought of being vulnerable

On a lighter note, he does adore playing the piano, but the only person he’ll play for is Maka

He swears it’s not favoritism, and it’s partially true, but favoritism does play a large role in it

He frequently drags Maka to his room to show her a new piece he put together

And if he notices her feeling a little down that day, he’ll start playing a song that he knows she likes

He definitely knows about her love for old timey romance songs and is very embarrassed to admit a lot of the pieces he constructs are based off of that

The walls are p a p e r t h i n , he can hear her music through the walls

He secretly finds it adorable when he catches her listening to it because she’ll be dancing around to it

He also frequently finds himself thinking about those moments

He’s the stereotype that parents tell little girls about, with how boys will bully their crush

He’s a lot more playful and easy going, but still teases Maka, so much

Unlike Maka, he’s fully aware of his feelings, and acknowledges them, but bottles it up, only letting himself entertain the thought every once in a while

He jabs at Maka’s lack of “Cupids Kettlebells” as a way to try and ensure she won’t fall for him, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she does

He reads the same dictionaries that Maka does, not for fun, but so he can know just what the actual h e l l she’s saying

More than once he’s had to look up a particular word or phrase online because he can’t find it in the dictionary

“What the hell? It’s an old Victorian saying!? Where does she keep finding this stuff!?”

Subconsciously, as time goes on, he starts using old phrases as well, he was so embarrassed the first time he got caught saying “Keep your idle daddles* off of her!” when defending someone from a perv.

Black☆Star:

Is so unbelievably selfish with food

It’s not even funny

He will stab someone if they reach for his food

He surprisingly eats healthy most of the time though?

Says something like “I have to otherwise I’ll never surpass the gods!”

The only person who could ever p o s s i b l y steal his food is Tsubaki, but even that’s pushing it

He has the weirdest dreams, and I mean weird

Dreams like being turned into a potato and being cooked, mashed, and devoured by Tsubaki herself

He didn’t talk to her for a week after that dream, and refused to eat potatoes for a full year because “You never know if it could be a person turned into a potato!”

He was also very offended when Tsubaki ate potatoes during that time period

He takes things very literally

Like up above, if someone does something in a dream, he acts like it was real

Or if someone makes a joke about fighting, he will drag them outside to fight

He’s secretly scared of Tsubaki

But it’s for literally the stupidest reason

And he fully believes that because of it she could fight god and win

She used to have a pet cockroach

One of the flying ones

And he is so unbelievably scared of them, because for some reason they just don’t die, and they have w i n g s

So the fact she owned one as a pet scares him so bad even though it was literally for only a week

He has a soft spot for children

He doesn’t really know why

He just does

Is secretly really good with kids

Literally the definition of dad material

He has his flaws but still

Little kids are the only people who could steal his food and get away with it

Every. Time. and it makes the others so mad

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa:

What can I say, she’s perfect

She probably receives love letters

Reads them over when she’s feeling sad

Likes to keep them in a shoebox she painted

She definitely paints to unwind and relax

Likes to go outside and paint the sunrise/sunset

Takes note of beautiful scenery so she can come back in her free time and paint it

She probably draws/sketches too

Carries a sketchbook with her

More than likely has drawn Black☆Star doing something

Like napping or training

She’d never show him though, too scared of inflating his ego or giving him the wrong idea

Stress bakes/cooks

We know she cooks

Liz took advantage of it and pretended Tsubaki’s cooking was her own

So we know she does

Sometimes painting/drawing doesn’t cut it

So she heads to the kitchen and bakes away her worries and unwinds

The main reason Tsubaki would possibly be spared from Black☆Star’s stabbing habit with food is because she cooks all the meals

She makes sure everyone is comfortable around her

She’ll go as far as to learn someone's customs and practice cooking their unique cuisine just to make sure that they feel comfortable and safe in her presence

She radiates mom friend energy

She’s perfect mom material, perfect wife material, perfect in general honestly

*Cupid's Kettlebells is a old term for a woman's bust

*Idle daddles is a old term for hands

I Hope you like these general headcanons for the main seven! You didn’t say which characters you’d like to see, so I played it safe by putting the main characters! Thank you for the ask!

[ag3ntl3vi]

Hoodie X GN! Reader X Masky | “Rock Paper Sisscors” |☁️

This struck me at like, 3AM while listening to Devil in Diguise. I’ll probably write more parts to this tonight if im being honest. 

!Gender-Neutral reader!

Trigger Warnings: Sexual mentions. 

Word Count: 2,317

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"Can you go any slower?" You laughed, stopping to allow your friend to catch up. Sweat dotted her chocolatey forehead as she panted. 

"Yes! I can." She wheezed. "You're just too fast!" Taylor whined loudly, bending herself in half to try and catch her breath. You rolled your eyes and pulled her up, raising her arms over her head. 

"You'll breathe better this way," You told her, taking a step back and taking a long sip of your icy water. Taylor nodded her thanks and slowed her breathing gradually. 

        "Wanna keep going?" You asked as you wiped your mouth on your wrist. Taylor feriously shook her head. "I'll pass, (Y/n)." She whimpered. You put yout arms behind your head as you began to walk down the worn dirt bath. 

"That sucks," You murmered. "We were only 1/4th of the way done."

Taylor gaped at your cocky smirk. "And you do this everyday?"

You nodded. "Twice a day if I'm feelin' lucky," You winked and giggled. Taylor shook her head in disbelief. 

"You're a machine," She grumbled, jogging to your side. You could tell she was tired, but she was the one who asked to join you in your near-night run. She said she needed the exercise to get the perfect "summer body", even though it was fall. 

You hummed. "I didn't know they made sexy machines now." Taylor pushed away the urge to roll her eyes, though she desperately wanted to. She chose not to answer your stupid comment. You both started to walk back to your dorm and planned a junk food movie night. You had the feeling she wouldn't last, but you couldn't say no to her puppy face. You had to admit, you were a sucker for your best friend.          Taylor ended up chugging the rest of her and your water bottles greedily, but you didn't blame her. She was pretty out of shape. The darker skinned girl took a large gasp of fresh oxygen after finishing off your beverage. 

"Learn to breathe, my God," You snorted. She glared.

"I just ran a mile, you can shut your mouth, you fucking monster," She hissed playfully. 

School campus soon came into view after your bickering. Taylor grumbled about how badly her feet ached and how she was never running ever again. You parted ways at the dorm. Taylor wanted to get the living room set up for the movie and sent you out for snacks and drinks. You easily migrated to the everything store. That wasn't its actual name, you couldn't care to remember what it was, but the everything store seemed to suit the run down shop better. 

        You pushed thr glass double doors open, a cute bell ringing to announce your presence to the cashire, Michael. 

"(Y/n)!" He greeted with a smile. You returned the facial gester with a small wave of your own.          "What're you here for this time?" He leaned his head on his open palm, his eyes trained on your figure. You had your back turned to him as you read the movie names on the rack. 

"What does it look like?" You chuckles, plucking a familar title from the shelf. 'Kiki's Delivery Service', a childhood favorite of yours. Michael didn't verbally answer, he was too busy allowing his eyes to roam your every curve. 

His eyes snapped to the side when you turned around to wonder down the candy isle. You shoved a KitKat , snickers, and (f/c) into your arm (allowing an extra of your favored one into your pocket, shh) before you turned the corner, finding the energy drinks. With a childish grin you grabbed a few of the better Monster flavors. You knew you had popcorn at the dorm so you didn't bother trying to find a box here. 

        You decided to check out as quickly as possible, avoiding as much conversation with Michael as you could. He gave you the creeps. He always tended to make sexual remarks regarding your running outfit, like how your shorts made your ass look plump or how cute you looked with a flushed, tired expression. In general, he didn't seem like a good guy or influence, though Taylor took an odd interest in him. She always had shitty tastes in men. 

It was getting late, you noticed. The sun started to darken as students scrambled to their respected dorms or apartments off campus. You made your way to your room. The illuminated cobblestone path gave you the worst horror movie vibes, so to say you booked it was an understatement. As soon as you were inside the safe confindments of your dorms living area, you released a loud sigh of relief. You thought about taking the elevator up, but decided on the stairs to the third story. You were very grateful you were on a higher floor, to you it served as a lesser chance of being robbed or murdered. 

"I brought a movie, candy and monsters, come on, you filthy goblin." you called into the freakishly neat room. Taylor was a very, very messy person so you tended to pick up after her more than you'd happily admit. It didn't take long for you to set positions for certain objects in specific places. Example, your shoes stayed in a small, plastic, blue bin by the door. They didn't ever make it to the carpeted floor of the living room. You had a key rack by the door so your keys were never lost or misplaced and Taylor had insisted you needed a coat rack, so your bookbags and Taylor's purses hung there. Any extra blankets, pillows, and sheets were placed neatly in the spare closet. 

        "Monsters..?" Her brown head popped out from around the corner. 

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Taylor had passed out halfway through the movie, not that you were surprised. You pouted. You were very well use to it, but it wasn't any less disappointing when it happened. You carefully laid her on the couch, not bothering to wake her. She was a literal demon when she was woken up. You covered her body in a large, fluffy blanket before standing, pacing for a moment. 

You wondered back to your organized room and grabbed your large spray bottle you kept on your dresser. You stared down your mass of plants in your window seal and the few on your night stand and hanging from the ceiling before watering the ones that needed it, leaving your Rainbow Bush succulent alone. Satisfied, you grabbed your school jacket and your earbuds and phone before slipping your shoes on at the door. 

It was almost 1 before Taylor and you had finally settled enough to sit and watch the movie, so it was fairly late now. But, regretfully, your body was still pumped from the sugary drinks you consumed not long ago. You made a quick choice to go on a short run to tire yourself out a bit before retiring for the night. Sure, wasn't the best idea to go out at night, alone and defenceless, but you prided yourself in your speed if needed. Besides, you've done it before and you were obviously still alive!

You made your way to the dirt path you ran earlier in the day, struggling to remember a stupid songs name. You grinned when you figured it out and hurriedly played it. The opening played through your earbuds as you gently bobbed your head to the beat.

"There are boulders on my shoulders, collar bones begin to crack, there is very little left of me and it's never coming back," You sung softly along with 'Be nice to me'. An old, but greatly loved song from your middle school years. You began to run.

Your lips parted in a content smile as a phrase slipped past your teeth.

"You're a killer, and i'm your best friend. I think it's unfair, your situation," 

You began to bounce on the balls of your feet excitedly. "You say i'm changing! I'm sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same!" You jumped as your legs moved, your voice growing louder and bolder with every word thoughtlessly spilling out your mouth. You became unaware of the eyes watching your movements, head tilted in confusion. 

"Your voice is driving me insane!" You shouted, hopping more as you swished your head side to side, getting louder everytime the phrase was repeated. The last note rang through your ears and you let out a joyful that was quickly cut off. The overbearing feeling of being watched dawned on you. 

You jerked around and scanned the treeline, your eyes falling on a tall male facing you with a tilted head. You stared at him, confused before your gaze fell on the bloodied pipe dangling by his side. You fearfully and turned around, bolting in the direction the path led you to. You didn't have much time to understand why he was watching you, but you could hear his heavy footsteps crushing dead leaves as he raced after you. 

'Molly' blasted into your ears loudly, making you jerk in surprise. If you were going to die tonight, you were glad this was the song you'd die to. 

You could hear him distantly still chasing after you. Not to brag, but you could run a mile amd keep going onto the next without breaking too much of a sweat, though you'd be fairly tired.          Speaking of tired, you could feel the drousiness spreading to your head and deep down you knew that you couldn't keep the pace up for much longer. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned into the woods, lifting your feet high so you wouldn't be the stupid one to trip on a root and be killed first. That would be an embarrassing way to die and not even Molly could make it better, you concluded. 

So you did the most logical thing your sleepy brain could think of.

You climbed a fucking tree.

The man was a far enough distance for you to get a good amount of height between the two of you. You panted, your palms itching with needle-like pain from the rough and merciless bark, but pulled yourself up another branch and looked down. The man was panting heavily, bent over as he struggled to force air into his most likely burning lungs.  He stood up after a quick second, glaring up the tree at you.

Childishly, but overcome with a sense of acomplishment, you stuck your tongue out at him. 

Bad idea, you concluded when the guy's gloved fists clenched by his sides and he started to climb. 

You squealed. "No! Fuck off!" You shouted. "Pick another goddamn tree, you humanoid orange!" A growl ripped through your teeth as you glared fearfully at him.          To your surprise, he got down. He moved his head to stare at you before sitting indian style, his face pointed to you.

For the first time you had a proper look at him, and you weren't surprised. He looked like he came from a shitty horror movie. He wore an orange hoodie with a ski mask hiding his facial features, a red frowny face sitched into it. He had dark blue, wore out jeans and black boots that looked to be kept as clean as Taylor would keep her living space. 

'Best friend' Began to play quietly through your (f/c) earbuds and you forced down a snort at the timing. You were hoddled up in a tree while a guy who most likely wanted you dead watched from below. You shook your head and glanced at the dark sky.

'The stars are out' You thought as you spotted the little dipper, the big one wasn't far away from it's child. 

It only took about ten minutes for your easily distracted mind to get bored. You stared down at the hooded man as he drew in the dirt with his pipe. An idea struck you, a bad one, but an idea nevertheless. And it wasn't going to kill you, with a lot of hope, it may allow you to live another day. 

"Yo, tangerine!" He flinched at your loud voice, moving his head to stare at you. 

You held up a fist with your dominate hand, your opposite going under it, palm up and open.

"Wanna play rock, paper, sisscors before I die?" 

The man stilled before very, and I mean very slowly nodded. You allowed yourself to snort. Now you were going to play a childs game with a murderer. 

"Do you know how to play?" You called down. He nodded again and held up his hands. "Cool," You said.

The orange-clad killer was absolute shit at rock, paper, sisscors. He was even worse than your nephew, who was six and had the attention span of a squirell. Sometime in your game playing, you had moved yourself a few branches down to see him better in the dark woods. You now sat a branch above his head.          He didn't move much, but his shoulders seemed to slump.

You threw rock, again, and he threw sisscors. You gave an evil victory crackle whiele he glared gloomily at his open fingers.          "That was fun," You stretched your arms over your head, yawning. "Can I go now?" You calmly asked. 

He didn't move for a long while, looking between you and his gloved hands, the, back to you. Finally, he nodded. You hopped down, smiling widely. 

"Thanks," You said nervously. He was trying to kill you earlier, so you wouldn't be completely off guard around him. You started to shuffle around him cautiously. His arm shot out, grabbing your upper arm roughly. You flinched hard, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

This is it, You thought He changed his mind and wants to eat me!

Instead, you heard a deep voice whisper.

"You can leave if we can play again soon."

[moondustis]

perfect crime (m)

pairing: jung jaehyun + reader / seo johnny + reader genre: smut, angst word count: 6,8k summary:  There’s two rules when you start a no-strings kind of relationship: 1. Don’t fall in love and 2. Don’t make it into something bigger than it is. And well, let’s just say you were not the best at following rules. song recs: perfect crime - tinashe / triggered - jhené aiko / break my heart - dua lipa 

Here’s the thing, you and Jung Jaehyun are not dating.

It’s actually far from that. The two of you just happened to hook up one night, then that became another night and now his number on your phone is what you call when you need a little body heat sometimes. So there, you both are just friends with benefits, if you will. Maybe not even friends, acquaintances with benefits would be a better way to describe it.

And here’s another thing. Maybe, just maybe. Like really, hypothetically speaking, you are falling in love with Jaehyun. Which is the number one rule not to break when you get involved in things like that, but it seems like your brain doesn’t work very well when Jaehyun is fucking you and it just mistakes his caring way of eating you out with something else.

But it’s fine, you’re a big girl, who knows how to deal and conceal your big girl feelings. It’s not like you’re going to do something drastic like confess to him or dye your hair pink at 3AM while listening to Beyonce sing about her cheating husband and feel like you too have been cheated.

It’s fine.

☾

“Your hair looks good like this.” Jaehyun whispers on your ear, sending shivers all over your body. “Pink suits you.”

Weird thing to say when he’s balls deep inside of you, but your heart and pussy seem to enjoy it because it makes you clench around him. “Oh.” You dumbly say, fingers gripping the sheets on his bed as he gives you a nice thrust. “T-Thanks.”

He’s good at this, like really good. And it helps that he has the biggest cock you had ever seen. He moves his hips faster, and the sounds of skin slapping makes your head spin. “Fuck. You feel so good, baby. Taking me so well.” His voice is raspy as he nuzzles at your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses all over it.

“Yes — Yes. Please” You pant as his hands move down your sides, one just lingering on your chest. “Feel so full.”

He likes when you say shit like that because he knows how big he is. Has asked you to say it many times before. “Yeah?” One hand moves down, pressing at your navel and he gives you an insane look. “Feel me here? On your tummy?”

You nod, feeling so close to your high and it just gets better when he presses his thumb to your clit, circling fast on it. He seems close too, by the way his thrusts are getting erratic.

“Fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He moans and you raise your hips, chasing your own release. You’re so close, so close. Almost there. “Fuck, Yerim.”

It’s like a bucket of cold water has been dropped on you. You watch as Jaehyun comes inside the condom, his eyes shutting closing and lips parting. You just stand there, frozen and feeling extremely small.

“What the fuck.” You whisper, slowly getting out of the shock of what just happened. “What the FUCK?”

“What?” He asks just as he pulls out of you, pulling his underwear up like he has no clue that he just said someone else’s name while fucking you.

You get up, now angry with the blood in your system just starting to boil. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You search for your underwear on the floor, pulling it up, followed by your pants. “Who the fuck is Yerim?”

“What the fuck are you - Oh.” He finally realizes what he’s done, giving you a pathetic look that makes you livid. “Shit. I’m sorr-“

“Yeah, shit.” You roll your eyes. Is he dumb? Does he really think this is something a simple sorry can fix? You put on your shirt and move to grab your purse and keys. “This — Whatever this is — It’s over now.

He finally takes action, getting up from the bed and trying to touch you but you walk away. “Wait —“

“You’re an asshole, you know that? I don’t care that you are fucking other people.” Yes, you do. “But saying their name while you’re fucking me is a bit too much.”

He looks like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he looks for the right words to say.

“Don’t fucking call me again.” Is the last thing you say before you are slamming the door shut.

Maybe this time you’ll just shave off your head completely.

☾

You don’t actually end up shaving your head. In fact, you get over the whole thing pretty fast. And Jaehyun, being such a nice guy, helps by not calling you even once just as you asked him to. Probably because he was too busy fucking Yerim, or whatever her name was.

Ok, maybe you weren’t that over it yet, but you were getting there.

“Aaaaargh.” You grunt out of nowhere, throwing yourself in the couch both your roommates are lounging around. Anne, a girl you had met on your first year of college and instantly clicked with, looks at you like you are crazy.

“Can you stop doing that? It’s the third time today you just make an weird noise out of nowhere.” She points out and Jisoo, the other roommate and biggest scorpio you had ever met, hums in agreement.

Your whine is childish and you would feel bad for bothering your friends, but right now what you need is for them to feel bad for you. “Please have some respect for my suffering. Your fake sniffles does nothing to them. “I just really need someone to dick me down, okay? Or else I’ll go crazy.”

“Dickpression.” Jisoo says and you almost laugh. She was right. “You need to stop being dramatic, for starters.”

“Why don’t you just call Jaehyun or whatever his name was?” Anne says and you gasp at the same time Jisoo lets out a hiss. Anne wasn't present when you had went on a little spiral about how he was the worst guy in the planet and how you never wanted anything to do with him ever again.

“Oh my god, Anne! Are you dumb?” A great friend, Jisoo was. “He cheated on her, let’s not say his name in our sacred space ever again.”

“He didn’t cheat on me.” It sure felt like it to you but you knew it was far from the reality. You weren’t dating or anything, he just happened to make a mistake that broke your heart. Things like this happened.

“Girl, he said someone else’s name while fucking you.” Jisoo says. “That’s cheating to me.”

You just shrug, not really wanting to have this conversation anymore. Just after the whole thing had happened, you had took some time to do some internal thinking and realized that your feelings for Jaehyun were stupid and you should just move on already. Easier said than done, of course. But so far you hadn’t cried once and you sure didn’t want to because your friends were validating your feelings.

“Well, whatever. That’s the past now.” That earns you a little ‘yes, girl’ from your friends. “We need to focus on my present situation and how I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get some action.”

You really were being dramatic. It had only been what, two weeks or so, and you and your roommates knew well enough that you had gone longer than that without it. You were not horny but you were bored, and that was dangerous enough by itself. But you were also heartbroken and a little thirsty for revenge, so that was just key for making bad decisions.

Anne bites on her nail, forehead a little creased as if she's in deep thought. That probably won't go well. “I think that what you really need is not dick. What you need is to go out with your friends and have some fun. ” She starts and you raise one eyebrow at her. “Get a little crazy, ya know? Put on a slutty dress and maybe flash your ass a bit in a sketchy club with your girlfriends.” 

She says the whole thing in a weird voice, making you laugh. “What’s this, some sort of intervention?” 

Jisoo laughs too, throwing a pillow at Anne. “Please don't start going on about how friends are more important than sex.” 

“First of all, they are. Gals before balls, or whatever.” She laughs at her own jokes. “But, for real. We could really go out. And if you still want some action I can hook you up with someone.”

Now that could go very wrong. Your past experiences with any of Anne’s friends had been awful, for starters. She just had some weird dudes on her friend circle and you weren't trying to get with a weird guy with a foot fetish again. “Like who?” You ask, skeptically. 

Jisoo watches the whole conversation, amusement on her face like she’s watching a soap opera. “I don't know, man.” Anne throws her hands around. “Johnny is a nice guy, mayb-”

“Oh my god, no fucking way.” You exclaim just as Jisoo jumps in excitement and yells her agreement. 

“That would be so good.” She says and you get a pillow to muffle your screams. 

“Why? What am I missing?” Anne asks.

“Johnny is literally Jae -- He’s the cheater’s best friend. That’s such a good idea.” That makes Anne clap excitedly like a child and you sigh loudly. 

“Is it? Is it really a good idea? Like, I’m sure I would be a really bad person if I used that poor guy like that.” You really would. Things were not messy right now but they sure would be if you started involving people that had nothing to do with it into the situation. On the other hand, you really would like to make Jaehyun at least a little bit upset.

You eye Anne as she grabs her phone and starts typing at ii suspiciously. “It wouldn’t, babe. You’ll just go to a party with a nice guy, have some fun and maybe make out with him a bit.” Jisoo says, moving closer to you to rub your arm affectionately. If you hadn't mentioned before, she was a really good friend. “Besides, you don’t have to do anything with him if you don’t absolutely want to. And if you do, then it will be for yourself not because you want to make some guy jealous.” 

She made a point. “And I just texted Johnny and he said he’s down for it, so there’s no going back now.” Anne deadpans and you let out a mini scream. 

“What the fuck, are you crazy? What did you say to him?” Snatching the phone out of her hand, you read the conversation she just had with him.

Anne: 

hey johnny

what’s up?

Johnny (from Chemistry 101):

heyyy 

nothing much wbu?

this text was a lil unexpected lmao

Anne: 

i know lol sorry

i just wanted to talk to you abt something

theres this friend of mine, ___. 

shes really down lately and i just want her to have some fun, u know?

You playfully punch her in the arm. “You asshole, I’m not down. You made me sound sad and desperate.”

“You were literally screaming about dick not ten minutes ago.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Anne: 

so i was wondering if you would like to meet her and take her out this weekend

i heard lee taeyong is throwing a party

Johnny (from Chemistry 101): 

okay...

that really came out of nowhere lol

Anne: 

lol ik 

but i promise you shes really cool

heres a picture for reference ;)

*attached picture*

Your friend was really selling you out like that. And that wasn't even a good picture. 

Johnny (from Chemistry 101): 

oooh damn

lmao

ok, give me her number :) 

“That was awful.” You hand her the phone back, throwing yourself back onto the couch with a deep whine. How would you even face this poor dude, you had no clue. Maybe you were a little fucked. 

“Stop being ungrateful, I just got you a hot date.” Anne says getting up and high fiving Jisoo. “Now who wants to order some pizza rolls?” 

What can you do but raise your hand in defeat. 

☾

When friday comes all you want to do is hide yourself inside your room and never come out again. 

Johnny had texted you that same day and, for your complete agony, he was really nice. Like, really nice. The type of people that within a week of texting already made you comfortable enough to share an inside joke with. And that would be great, amazing, fantastic, because you had a date with this man that was funny, nice and looked extremely hot. And was probably packing, but that’s beside the point. That would all be great if you didn’t feel like complete shit for using him. 

And yes, ok, you weren't exactly using him. Maybe just a little. But it still made you feel bad. 

But you were a big girl, you could do this even if you had to listen to your girl power playlist while you put on your ‘slutty dress’ and applied gemstones to the end of your liner, like you were about to star in Euphoria or some shit. And your friends hype you up, giving you that extra confidence you were lacking so that when you walk out the house you feel like you truly are the hot girl Megan Thee Stallion was talking about. 

Well, that lasts for about 20 minutes, which was the duration of the drive to Taeyong’s house. You go literally weak in the knees when you see Johnny standing outside the house where you both agreed to meet up. 

“I can’t do this.” You say because he looks so good, even looking down at his phone to entertain himself while you didn't arrive. And he was so tall, like probably a good head taller than you and if that wasn't the hottest thing you didn't know what it was.  

“Yes, you can.” Anne says, patting your butt and giving you a sweet smile. “Now go get him and make that bitch pay.” 

So you go, legs shaking a bit when Johnny gives you a big smile as he spots you. How long would it take for you to fuck this up, you wonder.

He hugs you like you were long time friends when you come close enough and you almost sigh from how good he smells. “You look good.” He compliments and you almost melt, head going a bit blank when you feel his hand on your waist. 

“Oh, thank you.” The laugh you let out could only be described as awkward but he doesn't seem to notice. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” That was good. Smooth, carefree even. You let him lead you inside the party, hand still in your lower back as he basically towers over you. 

You feel overwhelmed the moment you step inside the house. There’s not many people, but enough to make it feel like the place is almost too crowded and the song playing is so loud that you cringe. You run your eyes through the room and when you spot the kitchen you drag Johnny by the hand, wanting to get there as fast as possible. You don't notice you haven't even thought about Jaehyun for that short amount of time. 

“Let’s get drunk!” You exclaim when you both enter the kitchen and that makes Johnny laugh.

“Alright.” You feel his eyes on the back of your head as you pour the two of you not one, not two, but three shots of tequila each. “Not wasting any time are you?”

“Nope.” You emphasize the ‘p’, dipping your hand in the salt bowl and licking it before you offer the bowl for him and he does the same. His eyes don't leave yours as he licks the white substance and that makes you nervous for some reason. You shake the thoughts by grabbing your shot and raising one eyebrow at him. “Ready?” 

“Let’s do this.” Is his answer and then you are both downing the first shot, grimacing before moving to the next and by the third one you are already laughing, barely being able to bite onto the lemon Johnny holds out for you. 

You look directly at him, mischief in your eyes, when you finally bite the lemon, sucking of it before the sour taste fills your mouth. He laughs when you let go and your face contorts. “Stop laughing at me.” You playfully laugh, poking  your tongue out at him. 

“I’m sorry, I just thought you would handle it better.” He teases. “Suggested doing three shots right away, after all. 

“I just wanted us to let loose, that’s all.” You justify and he hums in agreement. “Want tonight to be really fun.” 

“It will be.” Then he’s holding your hand and pulling you out the kitchen.

It turns out to really be fun. You get drunk pretty fast after the tequila shots and Johnny is so funny that you laugh at almost everything he says. He talks about what he’s studying, about how he detests chemistry and how he almost lost his hair when he tried to bleach it. And he doesn’t mind when you interrupt him when a song you love starts playing and you have to dance to it. 

You let yourself go when you two start dancing, his hands on your waist as you do whatever your drunk body wants to. It’s nice, not thinking about anything but the song that is playing and you enjoy it, swaying your hips and even singing some of the lyrics. It’s really fun, until your eyes focus on something you really didn’t want to see. 

Jung Jaehyun, standing on a wall with some friends that you don’t know around him. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and you can see the silver of his necklace from how low the neckline is. He has a drink on his hand and his friend seems to be excitedly talking about something, but he’s paying him no mind because his eyes are on you. His eyes are on you and your head suddenly starts spinning. 

How long had he been there for? Did he see you basically grinding against Johnny, who happened to be his best friend? Was he jealous? Was he angry? If he did and if he was, that meant your plan worked. You gotten your sweet revenge. But why didn’t you feel happy?

“You okay?” Johnny’s voice snaps you out of your little trance and just then you realize you had stopped dancing. 

You nod your head maybe too fast. “Yeah, sure. I’m peachy.” He gives you a puzzled look, hand brushing a strand of your hair that had fallen into your eyes. You hate how sweet the gesture was. “What about you?”

He smiles at that. It’s easy to make him do that, you realize. “I’m good. Want to drink something?” 

“No, it’s fine.” You reply, speaking your next words without really thinking. “I actually gotta find my friend, Jisoo. To make sure she’s okay and all.” 

Johnny’s probably too understanding for his own good. He lets you go that easily, saying he too will go find his friends and that the two of you can meet later on. It’s so easy it’s pathetic. 

You move from the dancing and drunk bodies until you’re standing in an empty corridor and you let your back hit the wall as you try your hardest not to sink to the floor in frustration. You were dumb, that’s what you really were because you knew exactly what would happen now. 

He finds you easily, probably had been watching you from the moment you walked away. “Fancy seeing you here.” His voice is low as he approaches you, eyes searching for yours and you want to slap his face when they meet.

You snort. “Is it really?”

He just shrugs, offering you his cup and you eye it suspiciously. “Want some?” He asks and you shake your head. 

“What is it?” What you really want to ask is why he’s being so nice and why is he acting like everything is fine between the two of you.

 “Orange juice.” Is the clever reply he gives you and you would laugh in other circumstances, you really would. Because you liked boosting his ego, liked seeing his smile when someone appreciates his jokes.

“You’re not funny.” Is what you decide to say.

He raises his eyebrows, probably not expecting that reaction. “Damn, okay.” He looks uncomfortable, uncertain and that is a high contrast to the bubble of confidence he usually appears to be. The first time he met you, he talked to you like he knew you would fuck him by the end of the night. Not in a cocky way, but in a way that made you actually want to do it more. That’s gone now.

“What do you want, Jaehyun?” It’s a genuine question. He had followed you for a reason, you both knew that.

He looks down, almost in a shy manner and it makes you feel inadequate for some reason. “Just wanted to talk to you, I guess. it's been a while.” He mutters lowly. “Kinda miss you.”

Lies. What does he miss exactly? Talking to you? Unlikely because of all the things you did together, talking was not on top of the list. Your body? Sex? Couldn't be, because apparently he could get it  with plenty other people.

“Well, that's too bad.” You reply bitterly. “Besides, I don’t really feel like talking to you right now.” 

He looks genuinely hurt at that but only for a moment and you almost feel bad for it. Almost. “Come on, don’t be so mean to me. Im sorry, okay?” His voice drops even lower as he comes closer to you. Risky thing to do, in your opinion. “What I did was stupid. But you can be mad at me forever, we weren't even dating.”

“Thank god.” You mutter and he rolls his eyes at that. He’s standing very close to you know, hovering above you as you can see every detail of his face. Can smell the perfume you like so much and it makes your head spin.

“It's not like I cheated on you.” His voice is completely defeated. That’s far from the right thing to say and he knows that too. 

“You really are an asshole. I told you before i don't — didn't — care if you fuck other girls.” You hiss, avoiding his eyes. “But what you did was the awful. You made me — You broke my heart“

“I know and I'm sorry, how many times do i have to say it?” He does sound sorry, you’ll give him that. “Come on, can’t we just be good again, baby?” 

Maybe that’s the moment it all goes down. Maybe it was already over from the moment you saw him staring at you. 

“I don't know, Jaehyun.” But you do know and for a moment you just stare at him like he’s staring at you, wonder if there’s want in your eyes like there is in his. You stare at his lips before he talks again. 

“I like these things on your eyes.” He always hits you with the most random compliments that make you go weak in the knee.

“Please don’t say things like that.” You whine and hit him lightly on the chest. That makes him smile and you wish it didn’t. 

“Why not?” He asks teasingly. 

“You know why.” He knows, he really knows. That’s why he moves his head down just a little so that he can press at kiss at your cheek. 

You should push him away right now. That would be the smart thing to do. The right thing to do. Johnny was probably somewhere looking for you right now, and here you were, letting Jung Jaehyun make you a fool out of yourself again. You should be angry, mad, not putty in his hand. 

“Tell me this, baby.” He whispers against your ear and you feel small. So small he could just grab you in his hand. “Did you come with Johnny to make me mad? Huh? Don't lie to me.”

“I didn’t.” Yes you did and your plan had worked apparently. But not in the way you expected. “The world doesn't revolve around your dick, you know.” 

He laughs lowly. “Really? Because I think you did. Dancing all around him like you knew I would be watching.” He tsks, voice is smug and you wish he would just end your suffering. “You don't have to do that baby. I already want you enough.”

“You’re evil, Jaehyun.” Is all you manage to say, voice slurred. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you.” 

All you can think about is how you want to kiss him right now, and he seems to be thinking the same thing. “You know you don’t have to think at all. I got you.” He murmurs against your skins, lips pressing on your jaw, kissing your face until he stops at your lips and they immediately part for them. 

One of your hands slips to the back of his hair then, closing the distance between you two. It’s a slow, languid kiss and you can taste the alcohol from his lips. Or maybe it’s from yours, but you couldn’t care less right now.  His hand holding your face is what keeps you grounded, because the feels of his tongue sliding against yours in opened mouth kisses could kill you right now. 

When you part from the kiss you’re both breathing heavily and his hands stay in your cheeks. “I want you so bad. Always want you.” He says, voice raspy. And who were you to deny him of that when you wanted him just as much. 

☾

He was onto you the moment you stepped inside his room. Lips attached to your neck as you kept a vice grip on his hair, letting him know how much you were liking it. Usually Jaehyun took his time, building you up until you were begging, but tonight he seems to be the desperate one, with the way he grips your thighs, trying to push you closer to him and onto the bed at the same time.

You fall into the bed with a huff, him right on top of you and he continued his work on your neck. Tilting your head to give him more access, you feel the slide of his teeth on your sensitive skin and it makes you let out a moan. He continues doing that for a while, pressing kisses all over your and removing your dress while at it for better access. You give in easily, of course you do. 

“Do you want me?” He asks suddenly, voice muffled on your neck and you nod desperately.

“Yes. Yes, please.” You sound needy, pathetic. You are sure he loves it. He bites your neck after your reply, hands holding your thighs so he could scoop you up in the bed and your legs curl around his waist. 

You watch as he moves to remove his shirt and unbutton his jeans and you follow his lead by removing your own bra, biting your lips after throwing it somewhere in the room. 

He wastes no time in diving in your chest, licking one of your nipples before he starts sucking on it, making you arch your back underneath him like you’re asking for more. When his teeth close around it you let out a loud whine that makes him smirk against your skin. “Always so fucking loud for me.” He mutters and you can only reply with incoherent words. 

He kisses you again then, this time slower, with your mouths parting as he slides his tongue against your teeth before he’s sucking on your bottom lip. He moves his hips against yours in a slow grind, as if to test the waters, and your mind goes blank at the feeling of him hard against you. Fingers raking on his back, you try to bring him closer to you, as if that was possible. 

“Are you wet? Hmm?” He whispers against your jaw and you can only nod. As if to check, he presses two fingers on your clothed core. The way you have soaked through the cotton of your panties seems to be confirmation enough because he removes them, followed by his own underwear. 

Back on you, he drags his middle finger to your slit to your clit, circling it in a torturing way. He inhales deep when you whine against his lips. “Jaehyun.” His name falls from your lips in complete surrender. 

He presses one last fervent kiss to your lips? “Do you want it? — Fuck — Please, tell me.” His voice is strained as his hardness slides through your lower lips and you try to press him closer with your calves on his hips. “Please.”

“I want it - Jesus, I want it so bad.” Is all he needs to hear. In a blur, you watch him reach for his bedside table and retrieve a condom. You watch as he slides it on and then squeezes his cock in his fist trying to calm himself down.

He guides himself to your entrance, pushing the tip inside and your head spins, making you moan loudly. “That’s it. Take me, Baby — Fucking hell — That’s it.” 

it’s pure bliss when he bottoms out, you sighing from how full you feel and him grunting deeply in his chest. His hands immediately grips at your hips and he gives you the first thrust, hard and deep. 

He only gets rougher, each trust hitting you deeper than the last as his hips moves against yours. It’s when he whines against your mouth and brings a thumb to your clit that you know he won’t last long. “So fucking tight, god.” He hisses. “Taking me so well. You always take me well.” 

You bask in the praise, and with another thrust you’re coming all over him, squeezing him in and legs pushing him even deeper. “Oh, fuck.” You almost yell and he swallows it with his lips.

In a moment he’s coming too, with a low grunt and what you think is your name falling from his lips. You can feel him pulsing inside you when his forehead knocks against yours. This was probably the fastest any of you had ever reached your release with each other and you weren’t sure what that meant. 

Closing your eyes as he pulls out, you try not to think about it.

☾

You wake up with a headache and an ache between your legs. When you open your eyes, the surroundings are familiar and it only makes your head hurts even more. You remember every single thing that happened. 

Just as you sit up in the bed, Jaehyun walks in with a plate of what you think is sliced fruit and a glass of water that he hands you. “Morning.” His voice is raspy and his face is puffy, meaning he hasn't been awake for long. 

“Morning.” You reply, voice barely coming out so you down the glass of water before speaking again. “What time is it?” 

“It’s almost 3pm. We slept a lot” You mutter a little ‘fuck’ as he sits next to you in the bed and it feels weird to be here, unnatural. You had never stayed over before and it shows on how neither of you know how to act. “Here, I cut some apple for you. Might help if you’re feeling sick.”

Now that’s sweet. Too sweet for the occasion. “Thanks.” You take the plate from him, picking one slice and biting into it. It’s silence for a minute, only your chewing and the fan sound filling the room. You try not to think about anything, or else you would have a panic attack right away.

He clears his throat suddenly and you brace yourself. “About what you said in the party. I didn't mean to.” His voice is barely a whisper as he stares at you. “Break your heart I mean.”

You mutter a little oh, slice of apple falling from your grip. There’s nothing you think of saying, so you just stare back at him. He’s really beautiful, and you had noticed before of course, but right now fresh out of bed and unguarded he looks almost angelic. 

“But I can't give you what you want.” He continues and each word feels like a punch in your chest. “I'm not ready to be anyone's boyfriend.”

“Okay. I can understand that.” Your response is flat, dry.

His eyes soften at that. “It’s okay if you hate me.” 

“I don't.” That’s a lie at the same time it’s not and he gives you a look because he knows that too.” Okay, maybe a little bit.” 

He gives you a sweet smile that only makes you heart ache more and you place the plate he gave you on the bedside table before getting up.

“We can still be friends.” He says while you’re getting dressed.

You cringe at his words. How naive of him to think like that. “We are not friends, Jaehyun.” Your voice is small, not wanting to hurt him even though he just did that to you. “ And… I don't think I want us to be.” 

“Ok.” Is the only thing he says.

“Ok.” You mimic, before you’re walking away.

☾

The walk of shame is, thankfully, better than the rest of it all. You walk the whole way from Jaehyun’s dorm to yours in complete silence and without a thought in your head. It’s nice not thinking about anything, because these days it seems like your mind won’t let you catch a break. There’s always something in your head, how you need to raise your GPA and how you might fail a class or two, the uncertain thought of maybe not being able to find a job after you graduate. And finally, the one that makes you stay up at night, the excruciating thought of not being good enough for anything or anyone. That’s the one that makes you stay up at night staring at the ceiling as your insides eat you alive and the one that makes it hurt just a little more that Jung Jaehyun doesn't want you. 

But you don’t think about that at all. Not until you reach your house.

When you open the door you are met with emptiness and silence, and for now you’re thankful for it. You check your phone just in case, as you drop your things in the kitchen counter, and are not surprised to be met with 10 phone calls, 2 of them being from Johnny and a crazy amount of texts. 

You only open the chat with your roomates, quickly going through their messages of worry and sending them one back reassuring you were ok and had just gotten home. After that you shut your phone down, moving silently to the bathroom. 

The cold water of the shower manages to wake you up from your daze. Taking a deep breath as the water streams hit your back, you think back to the conversation. If that could be called a conversation at all. He did most of the talking, like he had it all planned out on his head. And it was so sudden, so quick that you think he probably wanted it to be over fast, like ripping off a bandaid. 

But it was better like this. You wonder if you would have said anything you regretted if you had stayed longer. You shut your eyes tightly. 

You hadn’t cried about it yet. You probably wouldn’t, didn’t really feel like it. This isn't even heartbreak, if you are being honest with yourself, this is just a bruise to your ego, that the target of your infatuation didn't reciprocate your shallow feelings. And it hurts, of course it does but there’s ways to fix it. 

When you get out of the shower and finish drying yourself you realize that you don’t want to be alone at the moment. You think of calling your friends, but they wouldn’t rest until you had spilled every single detail and you weren't ready to do that yet. 

Your thumb hovers the number that had texted you five times yesterday. The first two asking of your whereabouts and the last ones asking if you were okay, and to text him. You don’t hesitate before pressing on the call button. 

It rings three times before he picks up. “___. Hi.” His voice is sweet, even after what you did. 

“Hi, Johnny. I’m sorry for not calling earlier, I just passed out when I got home.” You give a little chuckle, trying to hide your nervousness. 

“Oh, that’s fine. Are you okay, thought? You disappeared last night and then Anne texted me asking if I knew where you were.” It’s an awful feeling knowing you made your friends worried, but you would fix it. You always did.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry about all that.” Your clear your throat before asking the next question. “I was kinda wondering If I could come over… I can bring food, to make it up to you.” 

And he says yes, of course he does. So you get ready, buy the chinese takeout he said he liked and in an hour you’re standing outside his house. 

“Hey, there.” He greets you with the same warmth he did yesterday. Only this time he looks more laid back, with a white t-shirt and sweatpants. It’s a good look. “You’re a savior, I was starving.” 

He takes the food from your hands and you laugh, walking inside his dorm and taking it in. It looks nice and you wish you were here in different circumstances, that you had taken time to actually get to know him instead of rushing everything to fulfill your own ego. “Are you hangover?” You try and make small talk while he gets the utensils he needs before gesturing to the couch in the middle of the room, and you take a seat. 

“Not really. Didn’t drink much after you left.” He places the food on the small table in front of you, opening the lids and you suddenly realize how hungry you were. “Are you?” 

“Nope.” You reply. You only had a headache, but you doubt that was from a hangover. 

“Then one beer won’t kill us.” He jokes, placing the beers he had retrieved from the fridge before finally sitting beside you on the couch. 

You start eating after that, both of you too hungry to talk about anything but Johnny keeps you entertained and you are not surprised to see he’s just as nice as he was yesterday. 

Only when the food is gone and Johnny is cracking open his second beer you decide to say something about what happened. 

“Listen, I’m sorry about last night. I got caught up with a friend and you know, had to help her out.” The lies comes easy and you feel bad, but the truth would be far worst. “I really did have a good time, though. Before I left.” 

He takes a sip before he’s smiling at you. “It’s fine, don’t worry. Shit like this happens.” You stare at his face. It’s impossible that he’s real, with his pretty face and understanding words. “And I had a good time too, was just a bit sad that I didn’t get to even kiss you.” 

That surprises you and you blush at his words. You knew he was at least a bit attracted to you and in the end, wasn't this the reason you had called him asking to come over in the first place? Isn't this what you wanted, a bit company? But you didn't expect him to be the one initiating it. 

You gulp down the lump on your throat. “W-We have time now, though. Don’t we?” 

He just laughs, nodding before he’s kissing you. It’s a slow, tentative kiss and he holds you by the back of your neck. He pressed his lips against yours, before he’s pulling at your bottom lip and you grip at his t-shirt. You’re impatient, trying to lick at his lips to get him to part them but doesn't let you have your fun. 

He just moves your head to his liking, kissing you deeper and your grip on his t-shirt gets tighter as your try to get him closer to you. 

He chuckles from your desperate ministrations, and you wonder when you had become this person, that is greedy and pathetically needy. That wants things to move fast so you don’t have time to think about Jaehyun. “Easy, angel.” Johnny mutters against your lips. “We have time, remember?” 

You just nod, trying to wrap your mind around that fact. You take a deep breath and start again. 

Maybe this time you would get things right.

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[dameronology]

the one where you take the leap {poe x reader}

summary: you and poe take a late night walk and talk about everything and nothing (and you get tacos)

warnings: language 

just some fluff because i am having a big sad tonight™ and i need some wholesome content. this is about 101 cliches rolled into one but sometimes that is the best thing 

enjoy,

- jazz

There were very few people that Poe Dameron would wake up at 3AM for. In fact, the list started and ended with your name. You were that important that he was willing to forgo his beauty sleep and that was truly saying something. Everybody in the galaxy and their mother knew that the pilot needed a full eight hours to function and nobody could change that. However, you didn’t fall into the category of nobody. 

That’s how you both ended up trekking across the plains of a jungle planet at an ungodly hour, the squelch of your boots in the wet mud filling the comfortable silence between you. Ajan Kloss was unbearably hot in the day but it bordered on glacial at night; that was how you’d ended up with one of Poe’s jackets. It was far too big for you, almost swamping your body, but he’d insisted you’d put it on before leaving. 

‘Remind me why we’re going on a hike at 3AM?’ Poe’s voice, still raspy with sleep, called from behind you.

‘Because I told you I couldn’t sleep and you said hey, let’s go for a walk!’ You chortled back, peeking over your hood to glance at him. 

‘Poe from half an hour ago was an asshole.’ He grumbled.

You stopped, turning to face him with a grin. The moon was high up above you now, casting the field of green in a yellow glow. Compared to the humid days, you almost relished in the crisp night air, enjoying the cool sensation on your skin as you glanced up at the dark sky and plethora of stars. Late night walks with Poe had become a regular occurrence over the last year - sometimes he initiated them, and other times like tonight, it was you. 

‘The village isn’t far from here.’ You said. ‘Maybe we can see what’s open?’

‘That tiny place that does the tacos is twenty four hours!’ Poe’s face lit up as the thought came to him. ‘C’mon!’

‘Waaaaait!’ You called after him. ‘My legs are tired, Dameron.’

Poe knew you what you were doing - the whole thing was kind of your play. Either that, or the man was so whipped that the first thing he thought to do was carry you the rest of the way there. Whatever it was, he bent down in front of you, signalling for you to leap onto his face. You swung your bag over your shoulder and made a run for it, landing perfectly in place. He wound his arms around your legs and boosted you up slightly, peering up to face at you. 

Now, it should be noted that Poe Dameron was one of the best-looking human beings you’d even seen - and that was on a normal day. But under the light of the moon, with his brown eyes illuminated like a warm, welcoming fire, and a cheeky grin on his face as he turned to look at you, it was something else entirely. It wasn’t just the external kind of beauty either - it ran deeper than that. He was the best person you knew; the kindest and the funniest, the smartest and the most selfless. As far as you were concerned, he was the most beautiful person in the galaxy (and he was carrying you half a mile - for tacos). 

You chattered quietly amongst yourselves but it wasn’t about anything in particular. That was how a lot of conversations went; they were simply natural musings, you two bouncing off each other and giving a thoughtful hmm every now and then. 

Clinging onto the material of Poe’s jacket, you blinked under the bright lights of the village, finally breaking through a clearing in the thick trees. It was a little town made up mostly of retired rebels and business owners. The place was hardly a sprawling city but it provided the Resistance with shops and bars, becoming the hub of different squadrons. 

‘Taco Town is open!’ You cheered, almost falling off of Poe’s back as you pumped your first in the air.

‘Have you summoned up the energy to walk now?’ He teased.

‘I think I might be able to.’ You gave him a light poke. Your boots hit the ground with a dusty thud and then you ran towards your beloved taco place. 

It was a twenty-four/seven shop, usually because of the Resistance soldiers passing in and out all hours of the day. The lady who manned the place at night was an elderly woman - she knew you both by name (and both your orders, because that’s how often you frequented the establishment). 

After gathering your order and paying her a few extra credits as a tip, you carried the food outside to Poe. 

‘You’re the only person who can get me out of bed at this ungodly hour for tacos.’ He muttered, flinging an arm across your shoulder as you sauntered towards a strewn bench. 

He didn’t move it when you sat down, nor did he say anything when you shuffled into his side. The air was still cold, biting at the bare skin on your face as you enjoyed the taco-induced bliss you’d been waiting for. To your right, you could see the rest of the town lights as they stretched out for miles, eventually blurring into a blob of distant light. Poe was on your left, meanwhile, hand absentmindedly rubbing circles on your shoulder as he ate his food. 

‘I wonder how far out this place actually goes.’ You murmured. ‘I’ve only been as a far as the boot shop, and that took me like an hour.’

‘Sorry I set fire to your old ones.’ Poe nudged you, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you remembered the incident. 

‘It’s okay. I nearly grounded your jet so we’ll call it even.’

He didn’t respond verbally, instead giving your shoulders a light squeeze. 

Even with the chaos of the war, Poe felt like an anchor amongst a raging ocean of pure fucking insanity. You’d met people before, ones you’d vibed with and connected with but with him, it was an entire new level of...whatever it was that you had. You’d teetered on the ledge of more-than-friends on multiple occasions, but neither of you had taken the leap. If you did, there was no coming back - you’d be jumping without a parachute. 

‘That was a good taco.’ You declared.

‘Worth the walk.’ Poe nodded. ‘Not that you did much walking.’

‘You offered, Dameron!’ You reminded him. ‘You are my trusty stead.’

‘And that’s all I’m useful for?’

‘Of course not! Sometimes you bring me caff as well.’

Your conversation continued, veering off of the subject of the Uses of Poe Dameron™ and to a million other things. 

You spoke about his X-Wing and the fact that BB-8 had made a point to show every single person in the base his new antenna. You discussed your latest meetings and missions and how Finn had lead his first successful operation the day before. You laughed about something - you couldn’t remember what - and the only thing that pulled you from the conversation was the fact you noticed the sky beginning to turn pink. 

‘Maker, it’s gone 4AM already.’ You pulled up the long sleeves of Poe’s jacket to check your watch. 

That was the thing with you and Poe - when you started talking, or when you were even just in the presence of one another, you completely forgot about the world around you. It felt like nothing else mattered. It was just you, him and the blank canvas of the galaxy ahead of you (and sometimes, a circular droid child). 

‘Let’s stay a while.’ Poe murmured. He dropped his head against yours, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. ‘I have no-where to be tomorrow.’

‘Me neither,’ you reached up to squeeze the hand that was resting on your shoulder. ‘But the Resistance doesn’t wait.’

‘It can for now.’ He shot back. 

Maybe this was it - the moment that he finally found it within him to take the leap and just tell you outright that he was blatantly, irrevocably in love with you. The thought of risking your friendship was painful - but the only thing more agonising was the idea of not knowing if you loved him too. 

(But with the way you looked at him, it was a mystery to everybody around you how he didn’t you obviously were - but more on that later). 

‘What is it, Poe?’ You gave his hand another gentle squeeze.

‘Huh?’ His blinked at you.

‘You’ve gone off some place else.’ You replied. ‘I know that look on your face and it means you’re either in deep thought or you’ve seen a nice butt and given that I’m sat down and the only person here, I’m gonna assume it’s the first one.’

That was the comment that pushed him over the edge. The realisation that you knew him, that you could read him like a book. You got him in a way that no-one else seemed to, understood him in a way that others had failed to. In a galaxy so cold and so daunting, having somebody by his side with a bright smile and a few cheesy jokes was imperative. Every time he thought about his future after the war, your face was always the first thing that popped up.

‘You know I love you, right?’ Poe - for the first time since you’d met him - stumbled on his words.

‘Of course.’ You replied, before silently adding but not in the way I want you to love me.

‘No...’ He shook his head. He shuffled to the side slightly, turning to face you. He put one hand on your cheek, the other resting on your shoulder. ‘I mean I love a lot of things. I love Leia, and I love Finn, and I love Beebs and I love my X-Wing. But not in the way I love you.’

‘What are you saying?’

‘I’m saying I’m in love with you.’ He got there eventually.

‘You’re in love with me?’ You couldn’t work out if you heart was going a million miles an hour or if it had stopped entirely. 

‘Yeah. What do you think?’

‘I mean...’ You trailed off, chewing your lip for a moment. ‘I think you’re probably in love with your X-Wing too. I saw you cry over the landing gear once-’

‘-Y/N!’ Poe whacked you in the shoulder. 

‘Poe, you’re an idiot.’ You gave him a watery smile. ‘Obviously I’m in love with you.’ 

Dropping the remains of his taco to the ground*, the pilot grabbed you, crashing his lips to yours. Just like Poe, the kiss was a lot of contradicting things all at once - it was soft but hungry, demanding but sweet. It was a lot of feelings at once and you could feel every single individual one, finally coming together after well over a year of pining. You’d both taken the leap and the water below was even better than the ledge on which you’d been standing. 

(* you made him pick up the taco wrapper before you walked back to the base - hand in hand, obviously). 

[lokisrare]

yours pt. 2

PART ONE HERE

pairings: george mackay x ofc.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: smut +18, oral (f and m receiving) and basically narrated porn. 

a/n: pure sin, it’s just the quarantine affecting my hormones and this also kind of has a breeding kink?? maybe idk well enjoy and let me know what u think, ily and stay safe oh and i didn’t proof read

When her head started spinning and everything suddenly became funny (even competing with George to see who could turn each other on the fastest) Danna thought maybe she shouldn't have drunk all those vodka shots plus the cocktail.

She felt Lacey's hands tug on her arm, trying to get her attention as Danna's eyes were only focused on the tall blonde guy who she called boyfriend.

"Dance with me, c'mon." The girl slurred as she turned her around so Danna's back was against Lacey's front.

When she was fully against her friend, Danna looked around for George but he was nowhere to be seen on the dancefloor now and she felt kinda disappointed, the game they both were playing was starting to become really fun.

"The boys are back on the couches, by the way." Lacey said against her ear as they grinded on each other.

Danna directed her eyes towards the place and there he was looking like a god making her legs forget how to function for a split second, drink in hand with his legs spread, his whole demeanor seeming like an invitation to sit on his lap.

George caught her staring and smirked, he wasn't so far away, so she could see half of his face, the way he was biting his lip so immersed on her dancing seductively with the other girl.

"I'm gonna get another drink." Danna said leaving almost immediately, not even caring if Lacey said something back.

When she got to the bar, George was already walking over to her, eyes fixed on her body looking up and down like he was ready to devour her body, she felt weakness overcoming her whole body. She wanted him. Badly.

He stood besides her while she ordered, simply staring at her. Danna wanted to punch him for not trying anything the only thing he was managing to do was making her sexual frustration grow.

"Are you going to stare all night?" She turned to him while the bartender handed her the vodka shot and she drank it immediately.

George chuckled, getting closer and resting his right arm on the bar table as he lowered a little so he could be face to face with her.

"No. I intend to fuck you so good you can't even walk tomorrow." Danna smirked, leaning in to trap his lip between her teeth, earning a a subtle groan from George.

"Then take me home."

"What about staying till the end?" He asked, lowering his hand, resting it on her waist.

"It's 3am, George. And I don't know if you haven't realized yet but Clara and Kit are nowhere to be seen."

And that was it for him, grabbing her hand he leaded her outside just waving everyone goodbye before rushing out of the place.

He stopped a cab. The ride was short, their loft no more than 12 blocks away, but the tension made it seem like the longest one ever. George placed his hand on her tight the whole ride, tightening the grip now and then making Danna wish he would come closer where she needed him the most.

When they finally got to the building Danna sighed, 4th floor, fuck. When did she thought it was a good idea.

"Elevator's here." George said letting her get in first.

Once the doors were closed he turned around, a devilish smirk plastered on his face as he approached her placing one of his hands on her waist and traveling the other one from the curve of her tits to her throat, tightening the grip.

"Are you going to take me like a good girl tonight?" He asked gracing his lips against hers. She closed her eyes waiting for him to kiss her. But the sudden lost of contact made her look at him instantly.

"I asked you something, Danna." His right hand going from her waist to grip her core, making her let out a throaty moan.

"Y-yes. I will."

George hangs left her body, the feeling of his touch still lingering. The doors opened and George wasted no time on taking her hand again, opening the door from the loft and getting both of them inside.

Leading her to the leaving room, he sat on the couch in front of the huge window. Danna stood in between his legs not knowing what to do, the arousal being too much for her to handle.

“What do you want?”

Her knees almost gave out trying to come out with an answer for him but his hand are already holding up the hem of her skirt, running a finger over the wet spot on her underwear.

"Do you want me to take care of you, princess?" His fingers tossing the fabric to the side so he could touch her throbbing core. "Do you want me to show you how you're the only one for me?"

He reached for her hand placing it on top of his growing bulge, Danna groaned feeling how hard he was already. And just for her.

"Strip." George commanded.

Danna's hands traveled to her white top, taking it off slowly, his eyes focused on her chest, he bit his lip when her tits were full on display for him to see.

She got rid of her skirt and panties almost too desperately, taking a few more seconds because of George intense glare making it impossible for her to unzip the damn thing.

When she got down to take of ther heels that's when George first spoke after a while.

"Leave those on."

He gets up, grabbing her by the waist and switching places. Now she was sitting on the couch as George kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her legs exposing her completely to him.

"I’ve been dreaming of this sweet pussy the entire day."

He waisted no time and swiped his tongue on her folds, making her moan out loud, her entrance quickly getting wetter.

George kissed her clit and drew circles on it with his tongue sucking it lightly, the whole thing driving Danna insane, the guttural sounds coming from George's throat were enouh to make her come undone.

"Oh fuck, George, don't stop!" She said grabbing the sides of the couch as her eyes roll back, the pleasure becoming too much.

“So fucking delicious.” He murmured against her core, slurping and pressing his lips against her swollen clit.

Danna's whole body trembled uncontrollably when he inserted a finger, thrusting it along with his tongue.

George lifted his head, looking at her directly into her eyes, the lower half of his face glistening, finger still pumping inside making her moan while they stared at each other's eyes.

"Cum." Was all he said before diving back down to suck harshly on her clit while adding another finger, scissoring his digits inside of her. Danna's whole body shaking as she came undone.

"G-George, FUCK." He smiled proudly as he watched her.

He stands up taking of his shirt as Danna looks up to him, feeling drained but still needing the feeling of him filling her completely. He takes off his hand along with his boxers, his cock hard with pre-cum on its tip, making Danna sat up immediately, wanting to taste it.

George places a hand on the back of her neck, grabbing a handful of her hair throwing her head back.

"You want this?" He asks her, his lips almost touching hers. She felt desperate wanting him to kiss her and George smiled cockily looking at her.

He pressed his lips to her harshly, Danna moaned against his lips, George tugged her hair as the kiss became more and more needy, tongues touching, lip biting, she felt so immersed in the kiss that when he let go of her, she huffed.

"Suck it."

George moaned deliciously when she reachs out to take him in her hand. Leaning in, Danna gave the head a lick, tasting the precum.

His hand gripped her hair tighter, letting out a loud groan as she wrapped her lips around the tip sucking harshly. George eyes rolled back at the feeling.

Danna gripped his hips as pushing and swallowing as much as she could, jerking off what she couldn't fit in her mouth. George looked down at her, their eyes connecting as she sucked harshly.

For her, it was the best feeling knowing she was able to put George in such a vulnerable state.

She groaned feeling him hit the back of her throat, the vibrations almost sending him over the edge.

"Oh fuck, Danna." George grabbed her hair harder guiding her movements, making her gag once or twice, her eyes starting to water.

"You loves this cock so much, don't you." He lets go of her, Danna's hands trying to reach him back not caring about how desperate she might be looking, George smile was wicked.

He led his cock back to her mouth, fucking it, enjoying the sensations everytime she moaned, "you really are a little slut for this cock, aren't you?" George said thrusting harder feeling his own realise approaching.

When he was almost there, he let go of her hair and hooked his arms under her knees, pulling her far enough that her legs were hanging down the couch.

"Wanna come inside you." His voice so deep and commanding, Danna wasn't sure if she would last long.

He put two fingers in front of her, Danna leaned in starting to suck them under George's intense stare.

"Good girl." He said stroking his cock and using those two fingers to spread her folds, "so pretty."

Danna was already on the edge when George got closer to her, sliding his tip up and down her throbbing pussy.

"Oh god! George!" Her eyes rolled back when he pushed in one slide, her body shaking with the sudden stretch and filling her up. He was so big.

"Oh fuck." He groaned as he started to move, his eyes fixated where their bodies connected, "your pussy taking my cock so well, fuck." He threw his head back, and Danna moaned at the sight: his biceps were in total display since he was grabbing her waist with such strength which she loved, his showing on his neck and his arms travelling down all the way his abs. He was indeed a God.

"H-harder, George, please!" She groaned feeling his cock twitch inside of her.

George eyes darkened as he placed a hand on top of the couch, both of their chest touching as he lowered and sucked on her tits then all the way up to her neck, picking up the pace sending both of them into a frenzy of hair pulling and back scratching.

"Oh, f-FUCK." She screamed feeling George's cock reach the right place inside of her.

"You're taking me so good, princess, oh God." George took her face and kissed her roughly, "will you let me to fill you up?"

Danna wanted so bad to speak but the words wouldn't come out as the known feeling was growing inside of her as she reached her peak, she started nodding desperately at him.

"Please, yes, yes, yes, I-I..., OH" she was cut off by George's hand rubbing her clit, "I want you to, oh my GOD, come i-inside my, George, PLEASE."

"I‘m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna put it all in you.”

He buried his head on her shoulder and fucked her harshly.

“Oh god,” Danna cried  when George lifts her leg by hooking his arm under and pulling it back to him so he’s in much deeper and hitting all the sweet spots.

George drove himself completely in her when he came, thick fluid gushing inside of her pulsating core, the thrusting not stopping until her insides were completely filled.

He’s pulled out gently, slow and careful so Danna could adjust. He pushed the strands of hair stuck on her face and kissed her forehead sweetly, the previous dominant George fading completly away as he takes care of her.

He got up, lifting her up bridal style and walking to their shared bedroom, George placed her carefully on the bed, Danna covered herself while he got in too.

"You ok?" He asked while Danna cuddled up on his chest, legs tangled.

"Yes...," she whispered. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you earlier. I trust you. I just can't help it."

George chuckled.

"It's fine, you were right though, she's been after me the whole time we shot this bloody movie." He looked down to her, smiling and she pecked him on the lips, "I belong to you, completely, body and soul, you don't have to worry about other people."

"I do too, George. I love you." She said hugging him tighter and he kissed the top of her head, smelling her floral perfume and feeling at home.

[manjuhitorie]

Shinoda’s Instagram Q&A July 18th 2020 - Part 1

👋How are Retro Tone’s Saddles? 🗣The steel saddles are way worth a shot　 　���� http://astronauts69.com/retrotone/ - https://twitter.com/sho_do_teki/status/1019548356383682561

👋What bandsmen have you been keeping in touch with? 🗣I got calls from Hiroki-san of Lego Big Morl And Adam Touch Takahashi of Bed In (honorifics omitted) I’m usually never the one to hit people up first... 

👋What are you doing awake this late? (approx 3AM JST) 🗣Listening to Audrey on the radio 　👀 Audrey are a manzai comedy duo! https://wow-j.com/en/Allguides/other/tips_manners/02304_en/#2

👋 Have you eaten any pudding lately? 🗣I deeply apologize for waiting so long to make this clear. The pudding phase has long ended. We had a good run everyone.

　👀 https://twitter.com/sho_do_teki/status/1245973638550917121 Shinoda had found a pudding recipe on cookpad which requires only a microwave, a single egg, then milk, sugar, and a sprinkle of vanilla essence! This discovery sparked a trend among Hitorie fans, as many were giving it a shot themselves and joining in on the sweetness!

👋 What is your favorite? 🗣My favorite what?

👋 Are you sleepy? 🗣No problems here

👋 What’s your opinion feeling on cicadas? 🗣My opinion is that they’re dogshit

👋 I’m knee-deep in depression right now, what do I do.. 🗣Watch Audrey videos on youtube You’re bound to laugh and whisk the time away, it’s ideal

👋 How are you? 🗣Physically I’m healthy. Mentally I’m so-so.

👋 Did you get ygarshy any presents for his birthday? If you did, what did you get him? 🗣I can’t tell ya bastards.

👋What happened to your smoke machine? 🗣I still have it 　👀 https://twitter.com/sho_do_teki/status/1269167465499521025 
For SND’s birthday, ygarshy had gotten him a smoke machine. The kind commonly seen at concerts to add effects.
 To quote Shinoda’s reception, he said, “I’m sure y’all got a taste of the level of insanity our bassist is, judging from the MC chat reports of last year’s tour but… This should really set in stone just how insane he is.” 

👋Any new song recs? 🗣SUTENEKO by Siamese Cats 　👀 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVSBarQH6ZY

👋Are you still working out? 🗣If it’s okay to say that I’m still at it then.. Yeah I’m still at it.

　👀 He had been developing aches/feeling like he had muscle atrophy due to drawing so much manga. Thus, after even Hitorie’s manager urged him about the necessity to work out, he finally picked it up. Though he did tweet “I was working out while I slept last night, and now I can’t stand up… Fuckkkk thissssss!!” https://twitter.com/sho_do_teki/status/1264486160211951617  So… Fight on, SND!

👋I want to know what you’ve been eating lately! 🗣I’m cooking hamburgers and hotdogs at home

👋What have you been up to? 🗣Listening to Audrey on the radio

👋What are you up to right now👀 🗣Listening to Audrey on the radio

👋 Do you create distortion by using your amp, or by stomping around by your feet? 🗣By my feet

👋 What’s next after the pudding phase? 🗣I’m in a hamburger phase now

👋 Who manga artist you especially like 🗣I’ve always loved Douman Seiman sensei 　👀 https://myanimelist.net/people/12266/Sayman_Dowman

👋 What’s good about Jaguars? (*the car I think) 🗣They look all robotic

👋 What cigarettes have you been smoking? 🗣Marlboro gold

👋 You strike me as the type who talks to himself a lot, so I ask, do you talk to yourself a lot? 🗣Kinda, yeah

👋 What Hitorie songs are best to start out with? 🗣Like Senseless Wonder Or any relatively simple one

👋 What shampoo do you use? 🗣The Seven Eleven one

👋 I can’t make a song.. The day is going to end in vain again..

🗣The day you finally make it will answer everything Or at least we can hope...

👋 How’s your kitty? 🗣I don’t fucking have one

👋 I want to go to a concert 🗣I wanna go tooo

👋 Any RPG recs? 🗣Landstalker You can play it on a SEGA Genesis Mini, go ham on the ungodly maps

👋 I like you? 🗣What?

👋 Do any movies hold a special place in your heart? 🗣9 Souls probably  Chihara Junia is so awesome 　👀 https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0370244/

👋Please take a selfie 👣 🗣I can’t right now fella

👋What onigiri filling do you like? 🗣Spicy cod roe and/or tuna

👋I just want to give up on studying for entrance exams. But I can’t. How do you achieve that which you don’t want to do? 🗣I feel like I’ve never ever even achieved that which I don’t want to do.. 👋 Any recent purchases?
 🗣 *https://www.jimdunlop.com/cry-baby-mini-wah/

👋 Who’s the greatest genius you know? 🗣Shimoyaka 　👀 Check them out here: https://twitter.com/simoyaka - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9qsoxiPKaY - Tanaka Bunko is the name of Shimoyaka’s doujin group.

👋 Do you ever have troubles or worries? 🗣I do

👋 Which do you recommend out of the great Ghibli 4 playing in theaters? 🗣Well, anything but Mononoke Hime..

👋 My ex girlfriend introduced me, so when I listen the memories come flooding back... 🗣What are you talking about?

👋 I’m torn on whether to cut my hair or not, should I? 🗣Enough already, just cut it.

👋 Do you have a favorite Tanaka Bunko song? 🗣High Score Girl (👀 https://ch.nicovideo.jp/simoyaka/video/so36488388) It sounds like Dinosaur Jr. ( 👀 The western band)

👋 Have you gotten good at any cooking recipes lately? 🗣Do hotdogs count as cooking?

👋 What to do when you can’t sleep 🗣Listen to the radio and stuff

👋 Why don’t you get a kitty?
 🗣Laziness and allergies as a joint force are preventing my kitty endeavors

👋 Will you sleep after this? 🗣I don’t know

👋 For my Coming of Age Ceremony, I’m not sure if I should cut my hair into a short bob or let it grow long so I can style it. Which suits your tastes more Shinoda-san?
 🗣The short bob 100%

👋 So you like girls with short hair.. Then, what hair color do you like? 🗣I don’t really care as long as it looks good

👋 I slept as this time yesterday, but I woke up at this time today. I want to be reborn as a Marlboro gold cigarette.

🗣It may be wise to not aspire to turn into consumables much

👋 What kind of gear is on your current pedal board? 🗣 *A picture consisting of a BOSS TU3W, Xotic EP Booster, WEED MDW-1 wah, Crowther Hotcake, Electro-Harmoni Nano Bass Big Muff, Arion SCH-Z Stereo Chorus, and BOSS DD-20.

👋 I just woke up, good morning 🗣Good morning

👋 Then I want to be reborn as a bed or sofa 🗣Chill

👋 Time to go to work! Cheer me on! 🗣Have a swell day

👋 I’m job-hunting right now, tell me something 🗣I hope it all works out…

👋 I’m a fan from Taiwan and a guitar newbie, do you have any tips and tricks for pressing chords? 🗣Make sure you’re pressing cleanly, I think

👋 Good morning~ Due to various circumstances I’m living in Tokyo for one month starting today, cheers to our battles to come 🗣Battles!?

👋 After drinking all night yesterday, I fell back to sleep 3 times before finally waking up just now. I woke up out of fear after remembering the news about the man who’s bladder exploded. 🗣That shit’s scary as hell? 　👀 https://nypost.com/2020/06/23/mans-bladder-explodes-after-holding-pee-for-18-hours-after-beer-binge/

👋 As a guitarist/vocalist what are you most careful of? 🗣Don’t wiggle around too much and wear yourself out

👋 Alco and Peace’s radio segments are just too damn good, ain’t they…? 🗣I’ve listened to the skit about Ichiru at an international tournie so many times that I’ve lost count, they’re seriously the best 　👀 They’re a manzai comedy duo too!

👋 What temperature do you keep your air-conditioning at? 🗣It depends but, when I do use it I’ll bring it all the way to 24 degrees celsius.

👋 What are you going to do now? 🗣No idea

👋 Have you ever been approached by fans at festivals or out in town? On that note, is it okay to approach you? (；.Д.) 🗣I have. It depends on the time and place.

👋 I love you. Time to go to work… 🗣Have a nice day

👋 Do you ever go to cat cafes and stuff? 🗣I’ve been.

👋 I’ve been job hunting with no resolution in sight, please give me words of encouragement! 🗣You can do it~

👋 Good morning,,, I bombed my mock exams and would love a picker-upper,,, 🗣Well, mock exams aren’t the end so

👋 What do you think of girls who cheat? 🗣I think they’re girls who cheat

👋 I keep doing Hitorie cover bands but I can’t seem to improve the skill* (I’m the drummer) 🗣I’m amazed that you’re even trying at all

👋 Good morning.. Please cheer me on,, 🗣You can do it~

👋 Can you tell me what entertainer you like! 🗣Kamomental 　👀 Another nother manzai duo!

👋 How to restore absolute exhaustion 👀Find something immersive, or laugh-inductive, or just go to sleep…

👋 What’s your favorite out of all the Hitorie merch released thus far? 🗣The album art pins

👋 What is the philosophy behind men who have affairs? 🗣They’re the type who can do it and stomach it, so they just do it, I think

👋 The album cover pins are so cool that I hesitate to use them, Shinoda-sensei what pins do you use? 🗣I always lose pins in a matter of minutes so I’m too scared to use them..

👋 I miss Shinoda-san’s girl and cat drawings 
🗣I haven’t been drawing much huh

👋 Do you listen to anything besides Audrey on the All Night Nippon radio station? 🗣Not much, only like Creepy Nuts (👀 They host a hip-hop/rap battle station!) or Sakuma (👀 He takes letters from listeners and digs into various hypothetical or real events)

👋 What’s the most recent movie you’ve watched? 🗣Lost Paradise in Tokyo 　👀 https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1519647/

👋 It’s Sunday yet I have to wake up early and go to work, please put my heart at ease,,, 🗣I pray for your health…

[queencarolinemikaelson]

After a solid number of years: Chapter Nine of care-bear-forbes and the-lonely-hybrid. You can read chapters 1-8 HERE on ff.

//

Caroline woke from her fitful sleep only a few short hours after falling into bed.

She honestly couldn't believe the night she had.

Surreal.

It was the only word for it.

Caroline knew she would have to go in to work at some point, but in that moment, she decided on some self-care. She rose briefly to make some breakfast and a cup of tea, before snuggling back bed to process what she was feeling.

Firstly, there was the opening party of her very own club! It was happening! All those years of planning and dreaming, coming to spectacular fruition. The next goal to focus on was the official first official day of regular trade, which was just four nights away, and there was still plenty to do to make sure they were ready.

Secondly, she met Klaus Mikaelson. Klaus Mikaelson; of all the people to attend a party she threw. That was a thing all to itself! Add the completely insane revelation that Klaus was actually her old friend Nik made it all the wilder.

Nik.

Nik.

Nik, who she had loved and hated in equal measures, who both saved and damned her. She could hardly wrap her mind around the fact that he had been standing as close as two feet from her, mere hours ago.

She never thought her life could share so many plot points with a romantic comedy, but here she was.

Also, how the hell had she not noticed the similarities between Klaus and Nik? Surely she wasn't that dull. She had been blogging him like a maniac for years? Was she just blind, or just stupid?

Though, if the feeling she was experiencing right now was anything to go by, it was just too bizarre to reconcile the two as the same person. She always kept them so specifically apart from each other in her mind, so the connection was never obvious. Add the physical changes one goes through during their 20s, and maybe she was neither blind, nor stupid.

She took a sip of her tea, and let her head fall back onto her bed's headboard.

What on earth could she do with all this new found information?

If she was deeply honest with herself, Caroline knew her instinct was to run. Run away from the big city, back to her country town life. Where she could live away from this dread,and all the emotion being trudged back into her life.

But even as she considered it, Caroline knew she would never be happy if she did – as tempting as it was. She spent too long coming to terms with Nik's disappearance to let to control her life again. She also spent far too long working toward her dream business to walk away, for that matter.

As Caroline took another sip of tea, she realised that was what she kept coming back to.

Her life, her dream; that's what was important now.

She spent too long sifting through grief, too many hours crying, too many days of numbness to just forgive and forget. No matter how long Klaus promised.

The prize of his love may have been sweet, but to be swept up in grand romance… That wasn't who she was anymore.

A deep understanding settled over her, and it was terrifying to finally know what she wanted. To relinquish something she held so tightly, for so long.

But it nestled into her heart resolutely.

xxx

Klaus woke with a splitting headache. His metabolism was good, but it wasn't that good.

He was wrapped in a blanket on a semi-comfortable couch, far from his hotel bed, and Klaus groaned as he remembered his somewhat-drunken, extremely early visit to his sister. He also remembered drinking a little bit more after Rebekah went back to bed, to try and wipe Caroline completely from his memory

Fat lot of good it did him, though. Not only was his hangover worse, but he could still remember every detail of every moment of their conversation.

"Morning!" the cheery voice of his sister sang. "You look like absolute death, Niklaus. What sweet comeuppance."

"Thank you sister," he grumbled, immediately regretting it, as a wave of nausea hit him. "I'm going back to sleep."

"Uh huh, you do that," she smirked, in uncanny resemblance to her brother. "I'll make you something greasy when you wake next time."

Klaus fell back asleep almost immediately.

Why he'd insisted on stirring in the first place, he didn't know.

A few more hours passed before Klaus regained consciousness again. While he felt a damn side better this time, he was still feeling pretty rotten.

"He lives!" Bekah said, who was sitting next to him on the couch watching some trashy show on the television. "How about bacon?"

Klaus just nodded as he sat up, but didn't say anything.

Though, again, why he bothered trying to be awake was beyond him, because now, instead of waves of nausea hitting him, it was waves of utter mortification.

He would never admit it to anyone, but Klaus had imagined a reunion with Caroline many times. But none of them had involved him being slovenly drunk at 3am. How had that happened?

And to tell her he loved her and still did? What was he thinking!

Klaus sat in his humiliation silently, hoping it would relent somehow, until Bekah placed a steaming pile of bacon and eggs in front of him, as well as a very strong black coffee and a glass of water.

"So," she started, and Klaus just knew he wasn't going to be able to dodge these questions. "You met the love of your life."

"I did," Klaus said, forfeiting all pretext. It was Rebekah after all.

"And you told her you loved her."

"Yes."

"And you that you wanted to be her last love."

"I did," he said again.

"Very smooth," Rebekah said sardonically, inspecting her nails for non-existent imperfections. "Though, given the state you were in when you got here, I guess there's more to it than instant happily ever after?"

"I suppose," Klaus said, taking a big bite of bacon to save him having to respond more substantively.

"Oh, Nik," Bekah sighed. "Who even is this woman?"

"She's someone I knew a long time ago," Klaus said carefully, thinking it would be safe to answer that, given that Klaus barely told anyone about Caroline back when he knew her.

"Do you mean that online friend of yours?" Rebekah asked.

"How did you…?"

Rebekah just shrugged, innocently.

"You told me once about her, then told me another time you had a crush on someone who could never know the real you. Plus, you spent so much time on that website when you were a teenager," she replied. "Two and two."

"That's some pretty thin reasoning, Bekah," Klaus said, a bit defensive.

"Perhaps," she replied, coolly. "But your reaction confirmed it."

"It could have been anyone. It could have been Tatia!"

"Oh pish," Rebekah said, dismissively. "Tatia was a witch, and we both know it. All the women you've ever dated are not last love material, Nik."

Klaus shrugged, she was right of course. His track record with woman was visually stellar, but none of them were an epic love.

"Do you actually love her?" Rebekah asked, blunt as ever.

Klaus' cautious silence answered her question better than he could with words. Because the truth was, of course, how could he know he loved her?

Marshalling his thoughts into something resembling coherent, Klaus knew the major takeaway was of course he'd jumped the gun on telling her he loved her. He hadn't spoken to her in a decade. That kind of lack of communication wasn't a basis for love.

But he knew he wanted to try. Needed to try. Needed to see if she was what he remembered, needed to discover if his selfishness had ruined them completely, needed to understand the part of him that really was convinced he was still in love.

"I need to find out I do," Klaus said, for once, incredibly vulnerable.

But, Klaus realised he was always vulnerable when it came to Caroline. She was perhaps the only person beyond his blood that he volunteered his vulnerability to.

Perhaps that was why he cut her out so completely, because his reinvented Klaus Mikaelson was never vulnerable. A weakness like Caroline wasn't something he wanted the luxury of back when. He wanted the luxury of power.

"I best be on my way, little sister," Klaus said, as he pulled himself up from the couch, unable to sit still any longer. "Things to do. I suppose I have to make my way to the airport at some point. Thank you for breakfast, and the place to stay."

"Any time, Nik," Rebekah said, softly. "Good luck with everything."

He pressed a quick kiss to his sister's forehead, and slipped out the door before deciding where to go.

xxx

Two weeks later

Caroline sat in her office, staring at her paperwork.

She had been staring at it for days, really, and the more time separating her from her first encounter with Nik, the less she was able to push him from her mind.

It was now two weeks after the opening party. And nearly two weeks since they begun official trade.

Opening night, much like the party, had been a wild success. They had been at capacity for a few hours, and even had a queue for a while there, on a Wednesday.

And the days since had been exceeding what she had hoped for her first couple of weeks open. While there were some obvious kinks and stumbling blocks, as there was with any new business, Caroline let herself consider the idea that maybe this wasn't the completely crazy, doomed-to-fail venture others thought it was.

They were due to open for in a few hours, and she was excited. It really was exhilarating, running her own business. But, despite the success and excitement, Caroline was really struggling to the find motivation to do the pencil pushing part of her chosen business.

Because all she could think about was him.

In the two weeks since their encounter, Caroline had felt a myriad of things.

While she started off with whole-hearted conviction in what she wanted to say to him, after a few days, and some more lonely nights, she let herself imagine, wonder on all the what-ifs of life with Klaus. The life they could explore and discover together, what being his last love would be like…

Then she got mad. Filled with fury at the gall of him, after a decade to blind sight her with wild declarations of love, and empty promises of forever.

Then she was back to swayed by the romance of it all.

The underlying link connecting all her conflicting emotions was that it took a miracle for her not be consumed by thoughts of him, with work as the only thing that seemed to take her mind away.

But, now with opening day behind her, and a couple of weeks under her belt, apparently even that wasn't enough.

And so, she was back to being frustrated and upset with him.

Who the hell goes around saying I intend to be your last love and then vanishes.

Who the hell has the audacity to show up, after ten years, confessing an unending love, then doesn't even have the decency to provide contact details.

His complete lack of contact since he showed up out of the blue, solidified in Caroline's mind, that she was right. That her resolution to be frank and honest with him was exactly what she needed to do, even as much as she wanted to fall into him and never look back.

So imagine the storm of emotions she felt as someone tapped on the shoulder – hours after giving up on pretending to do paperwork, while gazing upon the second night of her dream – and she looked straight into the eyes of a man who never seemed to be too far from her mind.

"Klaus."

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This has been such a long time in the making. Review HERE if you feel inclined. I’d love the feedback O:) and I love you all. Watch this space for part ten, which is written! So will not be another three years from now. Woohoo!!

[wandererslyric]

YOGURT DREAMIES

((A story of pure silliness for my dear sister, inspired by the following prompts: ‘Soulmate AU: Where if your soulmate is listening to music it will be stuck in your head until they stop listening to it. Chloe and BTS haven’t met yet. Chloe is going through their emo phase and BTS is listening to bubblegum pop.’ And: ’Chloe and Yoongi meeting because they’re neighbors. Yoongi is singing in the shower at night, and Chloe comes to complain because they have very thin walls.’ Silliness to ensue. 😝))

Chloe wasn’t quite sure when it started. It was something that creeped up on her, the way that a particularly sneaky snake might creep through the grass towards its next victim. She first noticed it on a sweltering Tuesday, after she caught the bus from Starbucks. Noontime sun glinted from the windows whizzing past while Chloe rested in her seat, scrolling through her Twitter feed while ‘Car Radio’ played through a pair of lovingly-used earbuds. She was scrolling through a thread of epic dumpling edits, mindlessly mouthing the words to her jam when she noticed another melody growing her mind, contrasting the current one she listened too, growing louder and louder until she caught herself humming something far too cheery to be Twenty One Pilots.

It made her pause, and flip over from Twitter to her music player, glancing at the dull phone screen with furrowed brows. Sure enough, the song hadn’t changed. And yet another song was clearly stuck in her head. A song that was... cheery, with a beat that popped like bubblegum bubbles, contagiously catchy. The kind that felt as if you listened to it through earbuds sparkles would come pouring from the speaker.

Poom, Poom, Poomki, Bop-a-bop-a boongles

She mouthed mindlessly, confused, and then pressed replay and locked her phone with a click. The cardboard sleeve holding her matcha latte snug crinkled under her fingers as as she shuffled more comfortably in the seat. Maybe she just needed to hear ‘Car Radio’ again.

——-

A week later, and it became too noticeable not to notice.

“Poom, Poom, Poomki, Bop-a-bop-a boongles, Yogurt Dreamies, Wop-a-wop-a woongles

Shubble, shubble sunshine, just for you, just for you,

Meowgi mew mew, avocado sunshine, just for you, you!”

The song looped in her mind at the oddest of hours: when first she woke up every afternoon, when she was stepping past the boxes from the recently moved-in neighbor, and even now, as she strolled through the aisles of Whole Foods, the shopping basket leaving a mark on her arm as it grew heavier with the groceries she’d need for this week. Sometimes it would happen randomly and suddenly stop. And it wasn’t that the song was bad, she had to admit it wasn’t her style but it was clearly growing on her. But still it drove her near to madness. Intelligent and ever questioning, it was the lack of an explanation of it that bothered Chloe the most, but for now she passed through the soy sauce aisle and tried to distract herself from the conundrum that was this cotton-candy melody.

Soy sauce. That’s right. As she mindlessly scanned the labels on the glossed glass bottles, she remembered her neighbor, the one who she’d met when he first knocked on her door at 3am, politely but desperately asking if she had any soy sauce. He had run out and what had he said he needed it for? He was cooking... ‘kogi’? She remembered it because it sounded like her name. It was... a meat dish? For his new roommate? He truly seemed heartbroken and it tugged at her pity and generosity, so she gave him the bottle, telling him not to worry about returning it.

As she picked up a 64oz low-sodium jug of tamari, she thought more about her neighbor, who was indeed incredibly attractive, with a blindingly brilliant smile, charming beyond belief. And yet he seemed more wonderful to her as a friend and brother, and so the growing attentions he gave her, perhaps due to their shared love of cooking, she treated with nonchalance. Soon the flirtatious glances and teasing jokes he directed towards her seemed to respectfully subside, and now Jin was a neighbor she got along well with, and perhaps in time could call a friend. Sometimes, due to the incredible paper thinness of the walls, she thought she heard humming coming from his apartment, humming of -her- songs that she had been listening too through the week. But as curious as this coincidence seemed, she dismissed it. Music truly had been driving her to insanity. Oh no. It started again, softly but growing more insistent.

Shubble, shubble sunshine, just for you, just for yooooouuuuuu,

Chloe pressed her earplugs further into her ears and headed towards the produce section.

—-

Chloe had finished dinner. And it was fantastic! A plate of cucumbers, without the skin of course (certainly that is the unhealthiest part?!), some sliced like paper and others the perfect thickness to scoop the lemon hummus. The platter complimenting the garlic perfectly, along with fresh cherry tomatoes, carrots, kalamata olives... It was a -masterpiece-.

And yet she was unhappy. And ‘poom poom poomki’ was to blame.

No matter how many other songs she listened too, this one melody -never- left her head. It looped within her mind, like the repetitive clack of a rock caught in a car tire against the road; for months this had gone on, and it was enough to throw off her day. But more so was the confusion on how it got into her head in the first place. She couldn’t find it anywhere. She even tried Googling the lyrics to see what song they belonged too, but nothing came up. It was as if the song didn’t exist. And today was the one day it consumed the last ounces of her endless patience.

Her supreme mildness was tested and for once she simply wished for -q u i e t-, to hear her thoughts uninterrupted. Uninterrupted by the muster of a melody that made her crave Fagé yogurt with honey and blueberries every other day. So she had a brilliant idea: Meditation. The one thing that could calm her even when the sky was falling on the weatherman. So she settled on the floor in the middle of her room, cross legged, basking in the gentle tinkling of her malicious wind chime. Perhaps this soothing meditation would calm her. At last. Her mind was quiet. Calm. Tranquility. Soothing silence.

“JUST FOR YOU, JUST FOR YOU, OH OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!”

Chloe’s sea green eyes smacked open in horror.

“Just... for... YOOOOOOUUUUUU”

The deafening, (yet undeniably enchanting) singing rung clear through the cursedly paper thin walls. Shattering her blissful quiet. Ever patient, she closed her eyes and tried to tune it out. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. By the time twenty minutes swung around, the camel symbolizing Chloe’s patience was crying. By the time thirty minutes had passed, the last straw... had been dropped. The camels back was broken. Poor camel.

She marched over to the wall and, wordlessly, pounded her fists of fury against it.

“SHUBBLE SHUBBLE SUNSHI-“

By the seventh knock the voice had waned to a quiet warbled, and then completely stopped. But the silence that followed brought more disturb than the singing had at first. Wait... the song he was singing...

Chloe’s eyes widened.

“Sunshine.” She murmured. “Shubble shubble... sunshine.”

It was the song, THE song, that had plagued her! At last! He was singing the song that had driven her to the brink of madness, yet was catchy enough that she had actually grown addicted to it, but hadn’t heard it anywhere else to relieve her ear worm.

Racing, she left her malicious wind chime to tinkle evilly in it’s wicked breezes and hurried next door, knocking politely but insistently. No answer. Another knock. Anticipation coiled in her heels, and by the time her knuckles hovered over the wood, ready to rap against the metal, the door swung open, revealing... oh my.

Chloe was blinded. Was it by the young man standing in the doorway, wrapped modestly (yet oh so temptingly) in a towel, with his damp hair pasted in his forehead, with his perfectly smooth skin and eyes that seemed to somehow hold the secrets of the universe? Was it by the disgrunted look in those very same eyes, eyes looking ready to set aflame and then stab whomever was bothering him at the moment? Was it by the pastey legs that clearly needed sun? Chloe wasn’t sure, she couldn’t tell. Where did the towel begin? Oh boy. That boy really needed some sun on them legs.

As she stood in shock, the young man, realizing a lady was standing at his door, flushed a deep shade of scarlet and blinked twice.

‘One minute.’

He mumbled, shutting the door swifter than it opened. Chloe was left in absolute silence, wondering when Jin has become so short and completely changed his insanely handsome appearance, but in less than a minute the door was opened again, revealing the same man fully dressed, hands in the pockets of his jeans, regarding the stranger quietly. Silence hung for a heavy moment.

“I’m guessing the music- Too loud, right?”

Stunned silence. He cleared his throat and glancing towards the ground continued, his voice mild, and carrying a low sort of rumble to it. “My roommate told me you were usually up late. Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to bother you.

“SUNSHINE.”

The stranger’s brow raised at the sudden quiet but very earnest scream. ‘SHUBLBLE SHUBBLE,” Excitement sped up and raised the pitch of Chloe’s words; if she were texting the words would have scrambled. Perhaps due to excitement. Most likely due to Autocorrect. But now as she spoke to the young man, she was practically breathless at this point; “Shubble, Shubble sunshine, avacado sunshine, just for you, just for you, AGGGGH.”

The stranger blinked twice, his head cocking ever so slightly to the side.

“What is that SONG?” Chloe screamed again, strangling the air with claw-like grabby hands.

His eyes widened at the earnestness, and his voice lowered a pitch, his words slow, “So you... heard it?”

“AAAH, I’ve only heard it like every day! It’s been on loop in my head for months and I have no idea where I heard it, it was just -there-, and I tried to drown it out with Twenty One Pilots, but nothing worked and then I heard -you- singing just now, and I just- AH.”

“Twenty One Pilots?” He murmurmed. He seemed to be drawn half into thought, regarding Chloe with a certain attentiveness behind his seeming passivity. What emotion was in his eyes? Amusement? Wonder? Confusion? Who could tell?

“It’s “Yogurt Dreamies” by Yoomburto Toomie.” He answered at last, “How did you... hear it?”

“I didn’t! That’s the thing, it just appeared in my head one day and no matter what others songs I listen to I can’t get it out.”

“You won’t find it anywhere.”

Now it was Chloe’s turn to tilt her head in confusion. The young man continued quietly,

“I had... written it. I’ve been playing it on loop because I’ve been composing it. But I was sure to be quiet. I haven’t sung it before today, so you couldn’t have heard the lyrics before.”

Silence. “How can that...“ Chloe words trailed off and they both stared at each other, perplexed.

“Does Twenty One Pilots have a song about a... radio? A car radio?”

Chloe’s pale eyes lit up, and she nodded excitedly despite the confusion laced behind her words, “Yeah! They do.”

“Because a song about a car radio has been stuck in -my- head. And I only heard it for the first time yesterday.”

In that moment, in the silence that hung between them so heavily, a sudden realization crashed over them. Not an answer to their confusions, no definitely not an answer, but an awareness... an awareness of the insane coincidence, of a thread that had seemingly connected them that they just realized had existed. A thread of fate strange, but inexplicably, there.

“You’re Jin’s new neighbor, right? I’m Chloe.”

“Yoongi.” They both nodded awkwardly, a handshake felt too formal, and yet, why did it somehow seem like they had already known each other? Perhaps that was why the introduction felt strange. Souls so deeply connected with each other never need to introduce themselves more than once.

“It’s awesome that you write music.” Chloe continued, bouncing lightly on her right leg,” I’m an architect.” Yoongi’s eyes widened ever so slightly and a gummy grin crinkled his eyes,

“Really? If I wasn’t a music producer that’s what I wanted to be.”

“Really?” She asked, but it didn’t feel like a surprise. “If you want to hear any more songs from Twenty One Pilots, I could recommend some based on which music you like.”

There was a clear shyness in Yoongi’s manner, but his smile came easily, and he gave her a soft nod. “Sure. I’d never heard of them, but I really like them now. Their music is raw, and honest. I enjoy it.”

And in that moment Chloe knew: That was the beginning of something that had already started. Long before. With avocado sunshine, and yogurt dreamies.

————

Some months later, Chloe was doing yoga, doing stretches with supreme skill in the still of her room when her phone buzzed and the screen lit up. She snatched it and saw a simple text, from Yoongi.

‘Hey’

‘Hey’ she typed back, with one hand.

‘Up for a walk today?

The architecture downtown is pretty awesome.’

‘Sure’

‘What time?’

‘00:00am?’

‘ok’

‘I’ll catch a bus and meet you’

The time approached swiftly, though it had seemed far too long, and after sliding her phone into her pocket and her backpack on her shoulder, she was ready to head off for another wonderful day spent with Yoongi. Ah, why did even his name spread warmth through her chest, like someone had taken a cup of wonderful herbal tea and filled her heart with it? She juggled the doorknob to make sure it was locked. And as she did, she could swear, another melody began to grow in her mind, faint and insistent...

“Lucky chucky, icey-cakey...”

[raevenlywrites]

happy sts! i see that some of your work is collaborative with your partner. how did you find that writing with a significant other influenced your relationship, if at all? what's your favourite part about writing with your girlfriend?

What a GREAT question!

Writing with my best friend who is now my wife (congrats us lol) is the best thing that’s ever happened to both my writing and my relationship with her. When we were in high school together, we’d stay up too late RPing over MSN messenger (who remembers THAT dinosaur?  We did AOL, MSN and Yahoo baybee!). It was definitely a way of flirting without flirting, and it was some of the first times I explored the idea of myself as a man (though I didn’t realize I was doing either at the time).

Flash Forward to post college, and I’m working as a GM at a pizza place. I hate my life. I have zero free time mentally because the store is open from 8am to 3am and my boss is insane. I am falling apart, and my at the time girlfriend is very, very worried for me. I’m also going through some WILD upheaval re: my family, and I am legit having a nervous breakdown.

“I don’t know how I am anymore,” I say. “I remember what used to spark me, what fun is like. I feel so disconnected from everything.”

So she started sending me emails. Little story starts and prompts, just a paragraph or so of a character, a moment to ground them in the scene. If one jumped out at me, I’d write back, we’d play, shooting emails back and forth in those long hours of nothing happening outside of dinner rush but can’t leave either.

I start to remember myself.

Flash Forward again and now I’ve discovered myself to be non-binary. I explore parts of myself with her in everything we write, trying things on and growing closer to myself and my wife with each character I spin up. I quit my shitty job because I remembered life was supposed to be liveable. I got a job that let me listen to audiobooks all night because I remembered books and writing and reading are my passion.

None of this would have happened if I didn’t write with my wife.

Fiction is exploratory, transformative, connective, and honest. It’s all the things I don’t know how to be in my own skin. It’s all the things I’m trying to learn to be in my own skin. It’s a way to try things on without my rejection sensitivity screaming down into not bothering. It keeps me from burying things deep and letting them fester. I wouldn’t do that with my fiction if I wasn’t trying to work my shit so I could be a better partner.

Now, it does have its downsides. When I don’t feel my writing, it comes bundled with this feeling of letter her down. When I can’t write, I feel tons more pressure because it’s almost like erectile dysfunction as far as it hits my psyche. I can’t willynilly share whatever writing strikes my fancy, cause it’s not all mine. We don’t agree on how public we want our work to be, and it’s only fair that I bow to the less willing to share partner--I trust that she’d do the same for me, if it were reversed. It sucks cause I’m super duper a performer type, I get hyped on having an audience. But I’ve learned to be okay with it, and I still find way to share that seem to work for us both.

So yeah. Sorry for the novel but in short its great! :D

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

박준희, Park Junhee

itslilliansnow asked:

You're totally right about the culprit! I hate him, damn. Okay, it's AU of course and Junhee and the reader keep dreaming each other but the point is... they aren't friends, they didn't know each other! Every morning they wake up, forgetting the dream and then... BOOM! They CASUALLY bump into each other but.. Junhee doesn't recognize the reader, instead the reader does it. so they become friends (actually the reader is dying because damn I LOVE YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!) a bit of angst but at the end that dumb FINALLY remember her for his dreams and A LOT OF FLUFF AT THE END. This is the idea (actually it's a dream I did......) if you're comfortable with it, just take it, it's yours. If you're not.. DON'T EVEN TRY TO DO IT, YOU KNOW I DON'T WANNA LOAD YOU WITH SHIT YOU DON'T LIKE IT. Well.... that's all, love you. 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙 - Saturn

Group: A.C.E. (에이스)

Member: Jun

(A/N) Listen to this with Feel Something by Landon Austin.

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It was past midnight, yet you still didn’t dare to go to sleep. If you did, you’d just wake up again in a few hours in a cold sweat, your mind filled with worries. You wondered sometimes if you were going insane. 

You knew you were dreaming—you had been for almost every night in the past three years—but it’d gotten especially bad these past few months. Almost as something imminent was coming for you, but you couldn’t place what it was. 

It should’ve made you frightened, this feeling of not knowing. But instead, it was the opposite. It made you anxious, of course, but more than anything, you felt at peace with the thought. Something was coming for you, and you didn’t know what it was, but you weren’t scared. 

In fact, most of the anxiousness came from waiting for it.

Even though you didn’t remember your dreams when you woke up, there was always a lingering warmth in them that was shattered by your sudden rousing. The fear always came at the very end, because it felt like something was slipping far, far away—out of your reach. Something important. 

Something that would hurt you if you lost it.

You sighed. “I wish I knew what,” you mumbled to yourself, fogging up the glass in front of you. You wiped it away with the sleeve of your over-sized sweater, bringing the fuzzy city lights back into view.

There was one good thing about being up at this hour. You got to see the world from an angle that most people didn’t. You got to see the city in its fledgling hours from your little window nook. 

As the saying goes, it truly never slept. 

It always had some sort of life. Something that made it sparkle with just a little bit of wonder. You leaned your head against the window, the glass a little chilly against your forehead. You watched cars passing in the night—or early morning, as it may be—the sky become progressively lighter shades of dark blue, and the cityscape slowly becoming clearer in the distance. 

You stared at your faint reflection in the window. Messy hair, tired eyes, an old, worn out sweater and no pants. Not exactly the prettiest of pictures. 

“Oh, what the hell,” you muttered. You stood up, trekking across the room and grabbing some jeans out of your dresser drawers with a huff. “I’m not gonna be able to sleep anyway.” 

What better way to experience your insomniac hours than with the nightlife? 

Fresh air never killed anyone. 

You didn’t even bother brushing your hair before you grabbed your purse, locked your door behind you and left your apartment building, taking in a deep breath of the night air. 

As a city was, the air was a little musty, but it was a musty you’d come to love after living there so long. It felt refreshing to you, compared to your suffocating apartment.

Your flip-flops—yes, flip-flops—clapped against the pavement as you walked along, no set destination in sight. Maybe you’d get something to eat, maybe you’d go dancing, go to a bar, chill at an arcade or go to karaoke. 

Just do something. 

Heck. Maybe you’d even fall in love. 

You chuckled at yourself. “Dummy,” you said to yourself. You smacked your cheek lightly. “Been reading too many romance novels, watching too many dramas.” You sighed, shoving your hands in your pockets. You shrugged, ignoring the people rushing past you, busy with their own lives. 

You stared up into the night sky, tilting your head a little at the moon while you stopped at a crosswalk. For some reason, this scene felt familiar. It felt like deja vu, even though you were sure it’d never happened before. 

You shook your head at yourself. “Dreaming a little too much, maybe?” you wondered aloud. 

Suddenly, there was a deafening honk of a car horn.

You gasped, jumping back a little from the edge of the crosswalk and looking hurriedly left and right, your breath quickening. 

There was screech and skid, followed by more car horns. Some angry yelling, too. That was when you noticed the man. In the middle of the street. He was stumbling his way across the road (during a green light), a bottle of soju held tightly in his hand, the foggy green recognizable anywhere. 

He was tripping over himself every few seconds and you couldn’t quite tell if her was laughing like a maniac, or crying like a child. All you knew was that you were frozen, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

“Are you insane?!” you heard someone shout, leaning out of their car window. “Get out of the frickin’ road!” 

You noticed the mystery man—drunk out of his mind—had come to almost a complete stop, trying in vain to pick himself off the ground. He was still making the same mildly pathetic noise as he had been before. 

Without a second thought, you raced forward into the street, waving apologetically to the stopped up drivers. “I’m sorry!” you called, bowing to them quickly. 

A woman rolled down her window. “Just get him out of the road, thanks,” she said. Though she sounded a little snappy, you still appreciated the fact that she tried not to sound too annoyed. 

You nodded to her before turning back to the man. He seemed to have given up on trying to stand, just flopping flat on his front and muttering slurred words into the pavement. 

You touched his shoulder gently. “Sir, are you all right?” you asked, trying to put on your softest of tones. He just groaned in response. You clicked your tongue. “Okay, sir, let’s just try to get out of the road, okay?”

“...road?” you could barely make out. It was the least slurred thing in his entire sentence. 

You nodded. “Yes, sir. You’re in the middle of the road, and people are getting very upset with you.” 

He started laughing. “Woo-hoo!” he cheered clumsily, throwing his bottle up into the air. You ducked out of the way to avoid getting hit by it, and surprisingly, it didn’t shatter into a million pieces when it hit the ground. 

“Getting out of the street!” he said, probably louder than he thought he was talking. “Lezzgo!” He raised his hands as if he were doing some strange arm-dance. 

That lead to the first time you’d seen his face probably. 

His cheeks were flushed with the pinkishness of alcohol and he had the dumbest grin on his face, puffing out his cheeks, but there was more to him than just the obvious intoxication. A familiarity you couldn’t quite place. 

There was something in his floppy (currently messy and tangled-looking) black hair. The defined wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his glass skin, the slightly wider-set jaw. The smile, too. Something in it hit a little too close to home. 

A car horn honked at you, pulling you out of your daze. 

You shook your head from your thoughts, grabbing the drunk man’s arm and slinging it over your shoulder, making him giggle like an idiot. As soon as you did, you felt weak in the knees. 

Something came flowing into your mind, like memories were being placed there that didn’t belong to you. Or maybe you’d just had trouble remembering them before. 

They were fuzzy blue memories of all those sleepless nights spent waking up worried about losing something important. And that important thing? You recognized it now. 

It was the drunk man on your arm. 

He was the warmth that made you feel safe and anxious about not being able to be with him anymore. He was the blur you would always vaguely remember that was taller than you by a few inches, always comforting toward you, and always left you with that growing swell in your chest. 

At least, that’s how he was in your dreams. 

“I suck,” you sighed to yourself. You chucked yourself out of your secondary daze and fumbled along with the man, getting him out of the road and to the cub of the crosswalk. The stopped cars were grateful, immediately going on their ways. 

You basically tossed him onto the sidewalk, but he just laughed at rolled onto his back. He stared up at the sky, pointing at the moon and calling it a ‘big star’. You face-palmed. “Out of all the people you could dream of,” you said to yourself, “you chose this loser?”

At first, you thought you’d just call a cab for the guy, but then something started happening to you that was all too familiar. A cold sweat. The same feeling you got every time you woke up from your dreams, terrified that your warmth was gone forever. 

So, against your better judgment, you dragged him back to your apartment with him muttering stuff to you the whole time, his breath thick with the scent of intoxication. It made you gag in the beginning, but you got used to it after a while. 

When you go back to your apartment, you tossed him on the couch, took off his shoes and watched him until he passed out. That honestly didn’t take too long. Maybe five minutes at the most. 

You sighed deeply, sinking down into the chair across from the couch. You glanced at the clock on the wall. 3AM. Of course it’d be that late. 

You pinched yourself, trying to see if it was a dream. 

It wasn’t. This was actually happening. It was actually three in the morning. You were actually letting a drunk stranger sleep on your couch. You were actually convinced that you’d been dreaming about this guy, and he was actually making you feel lighter, just by being there, even though you couldn’t place why. 

You seemed to be getting back more and more pieces of your dreams as the time ticked by. There was recollections of choppy out-of-place ‘footage’, for lack of a better word, of that very night. The evening with the full moon, the night-air and the drunk man. There was even more recollections of dreams after that being crafted a little differently. 

Like a conversation. 

You knew you’d heard that voice before, despite the slurring. It had spoken to you before in your sleep. It’d asked you how your day was, how work was treating you and if you were eating well. It had called you beautiful before, and it has said, “I wish I could meet you”.

Goosebumps raised on your skin. You rubbed your arms to calm them. This whole situation was too haunting. Too unreal. You were convinced that you must’ve been going insane, for there’s no way that something such as that could be true. Stuff like that doesn’t happen to people.

It happens in books and movies, but not in real life.

Reality wasn’t that surreal. 

But then again... If it wasn’t true, how did you know that he used to dream of being a singer? How did you know that he was exactly 175cm tall? How did you know that he was born in Suncheon and that one of his sister died? 

How did you know that hurt him so much that he cried for weeks?

How did you know that he liked soccer, that his favorite colors were blue and red, or that he liked watching anime when he had time? How would you know any of that if what your mind and heart was telling you wasn’t true?

You knew this man; even though you’d never met him before. And you didn’t even know why. You had no explanation other than a dream, and that was hardly convincing to any outside source. 

It was almost as if you’d been seeing life through his eyes for the past few years, but you just hadn’t remembered. You saw faces you never knew before; probably his friends and family. You did things you didn’t normally do, as if your body wasn’t your own. You ate foods you would’ve never thought of trying, just because you thought they looked strange. 

Had he lived through you, too? Did he know those secrets that you tried to keep buried underneath the surface and did he know you better than you knew yourself? 

Had he seen when you had the flu for almost three weeks a few months ago? Had he felt the same emotions that you felt when you were crying over silly things, like a sad dog commercial you saw? Had he felt the longing you felt when you saw all of your baby cousins growing up or your niece saying that she wanted to be just like you? 

Did he see the world from your eyes, just a little bit? 

Those were the thoughts that ran through your mind until birds were chirping and the early morning light was streaming in through the windows. You blinked the tiredness out of your eyes. 

Had you even slept? It didn’t feel like it.

It felt like hours of your life had slipped through your fingers, but you couldn’t really regret it. Not when you saw that the man who gave off the warm feeling was still sleeping across from you, snoring quietly. 

Even though you had closed your eyes for barely a second, you didn’t think you’d be able to sleep, so you just decided to go about your day like usual. Since he was there, you didn’t feel anxious, even if you had never met him face-to-face before. 

It felt like you had.

In you opinion, there was nothing to be nervous about. If you were at ease with someone, there was no point in making it awkward, even if it was for a strange reason like a dream. 

You made coffee and buttered toast, like you did every morning. The only difference was that you did it with the lack of emptiness that you usually had. 

You kept trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t because of the presence of the intoxicated man knocked out on your couch; just because you didn’t get any sleep last night and you were drowsy as hell. 

Your attention went back to said young man when you heard him whimpering. You thought he might’ve been waking up and suffering from a splitting headache, but when you looked at him, he was still fast asleep.

His brow was covered in a thin coat of sweat, same as the rest of his body. 

“Bad dream?” you wondered aloud, trying to keep your voice quiet. For whatever reason, the expressions he was making were very intriguing. They kept wavering between worry, happiness, and pain. 

You leaned down at his side and started shaking him lightly. “Hey,” you whispered, your brows furrowed with concern, “wake up.”  

His breathing started getting faster, his eyebrows knitting together. “Don’t leave...” he mumbled as he started thrashing. “Don’t leave. Don’t leave!” 

Your eyes widened. “Wake up!” you shouted, giving his arm a firm smack. 

The man shot up, breathing heavily, his dark eyes finally on full display to you in the morning light. They had a thousand layers to them, and you could tell that much just from a momentary glance. Slowly, his breathing even out. 

Surprisingly, a smile broke out on his face. A small, wistful smile. 

He placed his hands over his chest, seemingly not having noticed you yet. “Time hasn’t passed,” he murmured softly, closing his eyes to savor whatever he was feeling. “You’re still with me.” 

When he opened his eyes, that’s when it seemed to set in for him. His eyes darted from side-to-side as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. “What the fuc—?”

“Please don’t swear in my house unless it’s absolutely necessary,” you cut in. 

He nearly jumped out of his skin, and he let out a rather girlish screech. He head snapped to you, his eyes wider than saucers. “Who are you?” he stuttered out. 

You stood up with a chuckle and grabbed your coffee from off the counter. “I live here,” you said simply, giving him a quick introduction and handshake. 

He nodded, shaking your hand back gingerly. “Oh, nice to meet you...” he said. He gave a small bow. “I’m Park Junhee,” he said, a bit of an embarrassed flush to his cheeks. Though, you couldn’t be sure whether or not that was truly embarrassment or just left over alcohol-glow. 

You gave him a bow in return. “Nice to meet you, too,” you said. “Want some medicine for that headache?” you asked, gesturing to your medicine cabinet around the corner. 

“How’d you know I have a headache?” he asked, surprise crossing his well-sculpted features. 

You almost snorted. “Dude, you were totally schnockered last night. There’s no way you don’t have a headache after that. How many did ya have? Four, five bottles?” you estimated. 

He shrugged, seemingly becoming more comfortable with the situation. “Six,” he said. He contemplated for a second. “And a half.” 

Your jaw dropped. “And you’re still alive?” you marveled. “I’ll admit, I’m impressed.” 

“I’m kinda used to it,” he said. 

You quirked a brow, walking around the corner to grab some hangover medicine. “Oh?” you asked. “Why do you say that?”

“Third year running alcoholism,” he replied with an under-the-breath huff. “It’s a skill.” You peeked around the corner, shooting him a look. He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Not really sure why I told you that.” 

You stood in front of him, handing him the bottle of bitter medicine. “I don’t know why you told me either, but whatever,” you sighed. “You even trying to get clean?”

He shrugged, chugging the small bottle. “Not really,” he said, finishing off with a lip smack. 

“I don’t know if this is kinda personal or not,” you said, taking the empty bottle from him and chucking it in the trashcan across the room, “but why aren’t you?” 

He looked contemplative. “Yeah, it’s a little personal, but since you gave me a place to sleep last night, I give you a free pass,” he said. He held up a finger, smiling in that dumb way you’d witnessed last night. “Just this once, though.” 

He sighed deeply, seemingly searching his mind for the best way to explain. His fingers unintentionally swept back his bangs a couple of times. They fiddled with his sleeves, pushed them up to his elbows. 

Basically anything to postpone the inevitable. 

“If it’s too much,” you said, “you don’t have to. I was just curious.” You gestured to his expensive suit. “You just don’t look like the alcoholic type. If I had to guess, you’re a little rich.” 

He let out a dry laugh. “Rich people can’t be deadbeats, too?” he asked.

You almost snorted, taking a long sip of your coffee. “Oh, how dare I discriminate?” you said sarcastically. 

He laughed freely—a fluttery, breathy sound. “You know what?” he said once his breath returned to him. “Just ‘cause you’re funny, I give you permission to hear my life story.” 

“Is that really a prize?” you asked. “For me, you’re just a drunk stranger I met last night that I let into my house out of the goodness of my heart.” 

He snapped his fingers. “Exactly! And it’s because of that kindness that you will most certainly hear me out...?” he said, ending it as a question. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was giving you puppy-dog eyes. 

He plopped himself down on the couch. “Maybe I’m being a little selfish,” he chuckled. “I’m itching to get it off my hungover chest.” 

You quirked a brow. “At least you’re honest,” you said, sitting across from him in your stiff armchair. “M’kay. Hit me with all that piled up shit.” 

He flashed a quick thumbs up. “’Kay,” he said. He hummed thoughtfully for a moment. “Well, to summarize, I’ve been stuck up on my ex for about three years.” 

You felt your expression drop a little. “Oh, yeah?” 

“Yup,” he said, nodding. “Can’t get her out of my head.” He gestured to his temples to emphasize the point. 

You pulled your feet up to join you on the chair, trying to warm your chilly toes. “Was she that special?” you asked, not meaning to sound that bitter. Hopefully you masked it well enough. It’s not even that you meant to feel jealous; it just naturally happened, like it was in your DNA. 

He rapped his fingers on the arm of the couch. “Hmm... Not really, I guess,” he said. “It’s just that she was the only girl I’ve ever loved like that, so I guess she’s a little under my skin.”  

You tilted you head. “Wait, wait, wait, hold up,” you said. “Rich-pretty-boy’s never had a girlfriend before?”

He pointed to himself. “Rich-pretty-boy’s still a virgin,” he chimed in. He furrowed. “At least, I think I am.” 

You almost rolled your eyes. “You don’t know?” 

“Well, remember,” he said, shrugging, “I’ve been drunk for three years straight, so I mean... Anything coulda happened, y’know?” 

You stood up with a huff. “I think you would’ve known if that happened,” you said. He responded with a grumble of “Well, yeah, I guess...” while you poured him a mug of still-warm coffee.

“Thanks,” he said softly, taking it from your hands, basking in the all-encompassing warmth on his fingers. 

You just hummed in reply. “So,” you said, setting your coffee on the counter and flopping back into your uncomfortable chair, “tell me about this ex.” 

He shrugged. “Not much to tell, really,” he said, taking a long sip of the bittersweet liquid. 

“Enough for you to become a total addict,” you pointed out bluntly. 

He almost choked. “Fair enough,” he said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He scowled at the small stain it left on the white cuff, but then he realized that he was already a mess from falling all over the place last night. 

You stared at him. “Dude, you’re rich,” you said. “Just buy a new shirt.” 

He waved you off. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, “I get it.” He sighed. “It’s just hard to think of where to start.” He chuckled. “Plus, I feel like I’m laying quite a lot on you for us being total strangers.” 

You shrugged. “We know each other’s names,” you said. “Not strangers then, are we?”

Despite how flimsy the answer was, he accepted it without a fuss. “I suppose you’re right,” he said. He adjusted the way he was sitting. “All right then, Miss Stranger-That-I-Know-That-Name-Of; prepare yourself for the entirely too lengthy tale of my first love.” 

Your mind immediately went, “The hell have I gotten myself into?”, but your heart told a different story. It said, “Let him go on, even if it hurts. If he cries, comfort him. Be his rock and his shield. Care for him over yourself”. 

Strange thing to think about someone you didn’t really know, huh? Especially considering that you were never one to believe in true love, or love at first sight. 

It just wasn’t practical. 

But then again... Was this really ‘first sight’? Maybe first physical sighting, but you felt like you’d been seeing his soul for some time now, cheesy as that sounded. 

It was while he was explaining to you all the wonderful things about his ex that you realized that maybe—just maybe—you were hoping that he would say something along the lines of, “But forget about her, this is about you. I want to talk about you, beautiful person I’ve met in my dreams”. 

Though... You supposed that was unlikely. 

He didn’t seem to recognize you. Would he even, or were you just a little crazy? You weren’t sure.

Would you even want him to recognize you? He was a drunkard. 

Nothing good could come of that. 

Yet, like all those foolish girls in movies who fall for the bad boy, you thought, “Maybe I could change him”. 

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Two Years Later...

You pushed away Junhee’s hands that were grasping at the hem of your shirt. 

“No!” you yelled, furious. “I’ve had enough!” You glared at the state of his apartment; the empty bottles scattered around and cluttering the already messy floor-space. “You keep saying you’ll quit. You keep saying you’re going clean. You keep promising me, but you’re not even trying.”

He stared up at you with those sparkly obsidian eyes, now watery with unshed tears. “But... I am trying,” he whimpered. His voice didn’t even slur. Your anger had sobered him up enough for that.

“You’re not!” you shouted, louder than you had expected to. He flinched at the suddenness of your tone. “If you had been trying, this wouldn’t have happened again and again. You keep saying, ‘As long as I’ve a friend like you by my side, I think I can move on’. Well, guess what!” You stormed towards the front door. “It’s not working.”

Junhee scrambled to his feet, blocking you before your hand could reach the faded gold doorknob. 

You glared up at him. “Move,” you said coldly.

“Don’t go,” he begged softly, the dam in his eyes threatening to spill over. “Please don’t go... I keep getting better, I do,” he tried to assure you. “It’s because of you.” 

Your eyes began mimicking his, though you tried to force it back. “Yet you’re like this again,” you said, your voice quieter now. That almost bothered him more. It felt like you were trying to hide your emotions from him now. Sure, your shouting voice was scary, but at least he knew how you felt. 

That was better than this.

He gave you a watery smile. “You can’t leave me. Please, don’t,” he said. His tone ticked up at the end, almost making it sound like a question, though it was probably from that fact that he was on the brink of sobbing. “You’re my special person, dude. I’ve felt 100% comfortable around you since the day you scooped me up off the street.” 

You didn’t look at him. You stared vacantly into the corner, taking in the trailed-in dirt and dust-bunnies. He really hadn’t been taking care of himself. You sighed. “This is why I can’t do this anymore...” you said, voice just above a whisper. “You call me your ‘special person’...” 

Finally, you looked at him, taking in his swollen, bloodshot eyes and damp cheeks from his escaped tears. “But you don’t love me,” you said. “Certainly not enough to change.” 

His eyes widened. “Love?” he choked out. 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, dude. Love,” the word came out laced with venom, an almost poisonous sound. “I’ve loved you for literally the past two years, and I’ve remained at the steady stand-still of ‘Forever-His-Second-Pick’,” you spat. 

“You come over when your bored or drunk. You tell me lies about how you’re gonna change, you make me believe you, and then after a few weeks, you drink again.”

Your cloudy mind barely registered the tears spilling out of your eyes. “You call me your ‘special person’, your ‘soulmate’, your ‘angel’, but all you talk about is your ex.” 

Your hands balled into fists. You were angry with yourself, more than anything or anyone else. You were in love with the Junhee of your dreams; not the one standing before with beer on his breath. Yet here you were, crying over him. 

Jealous over his slurry, drunken words that were never about you, his best friend—just some girl that cheated on him five years ago. 

“Can’t you just get over it?” you whimpered weakly. “Because if you can’t... I’m leaving. It’s too hard on my heart. I’m not strong enough for this.” As much as it hurt, every word you were saying was true. 

It was too much for one person to deal with. 

Junhee almost reached out for you, but he stopped himself. He didn’t want to make you hate him more than you probably already did. That’d be too forward, he thought. “Can you answer me one thing?” he asked quietly. 

You sniffled and brought your arms closer to your body, hugging yourself. “Sure, whatever,” you muttered. 

He paused for a moment. “Why did you fall in love with me?” he asked. 

You scoffed. “You’re gonna think I’m insane,” you said. 

“I’m an alcoholic,” he said. “If you told me turtles went through a third stage of evolution, grew wings and can fly now, I’d probably believe you.” 

You had to stop yourself from chuckling at that. Even in this situation, he still had that hold on you; that effect. “Fine,” you said sharply, hoping that the tone would cover your almost-slip-up. It seemed to have done the job okay. 

You let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve been dreaming about you,” you said. There was a certain weight lifting off of your chest after finally telling someone. “For years now, actually.” It felt like a massive secret had been revealed and finally, you could breathe easy. 

Even if your feelings weren’t returned, at least they were finally out in the open. 

Damn, if you had known it felt this good to be truthful to yourself, you would’ve done it ages ago. You felt like you’d just been reborn, nothing holding you back. No ties to past mistakes or regrets.

You continued on, “I’ve been seeing life through your eyes for years, probably since before you were like this,” you said, gesturing to the scattered bottles. You felt a ghost of a smile on your lips and your tears had stopped. “Your life used to be so pretty, so full of color. It made me feel warm.” 

Your smile faded. “But now... Whenever I dream of you, it’s not a good dream. It’s a nightmare.” You let out a shaky breath. “Your life is so ugly and dark now. It’s cold and damp. It’s not lovely and warm anymore.”

You finally looked up at his eyes. It wasn’t what you were expecting. Though... You weren’t all that sure what it was that you were expecting in the first place.

There was something in there, like a clearing. You know that feeling when the sun peeks through the clouds after a storm and there’s that musty, nature-y smell and it just feels... Peaceful? That’s what it looked like.

You saw a light there. A flicker of life you hadn’t seen in a while, like a sparkler being spun around and around, creating sparks that fizzled out as they touched the ground; beautiful, but not setting fire to the world around it. 

Your eyes widened. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked. You felt an unidentified swell in your chest, like the greatness of existence had just been imposed on your rib-cage. You couldn’t even explain it to yourself, let alone anyone else.

It was the feeling you had years ago, when you first started dreaming of him. 

The fireworks. The sparklers. 

You put a hand over your chest. The feeling was almost overwhelming. “Junhee?” you breathed out, feeling your lungs escape you for a moment. 

“You’ve been dreaming about me?” he finally asked, his eyes never once leaving you. 

You nodded slowly. “For years, yeah,” you said. 

The light in his eyes seems to grow brighter, the feeling in your chest gaining more purchase on your soul. “I’m not crazy,” he whispered. “I’m not crazy,” he said, a little louder. His face broke into a grin. “I thought it was the booze, but it’s not! I’m not insane!” he cheered, pumping a fist in the air.

He stopped his miniature celebration. “Wait... I shouldn’t be so happy,” he said. “It got darker after I met you,” he trailed off.   

Your eyes got comically wide. “What?” you stuttered out. You backed away a few steps. “What’re you talking about—?”

He pulled you in for a hug by your shoulders. “Don’t pull away, please,” he said softy, sensing your tenseness and hesitation. His hands were shaking, but the feeling in your chest didn’t go away. He was still okay. 

Why were you still worried about him, though?

Maybe because, deep in your heart of hearts, you knew that the Junhee before you was the Junhee of your dreams, flaws and all. Real life wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. That’s what makes it difficult; challenging. Everyday, different and frustrating, yet rare and gorgeous. Because you are able to exist.

Maybe that’s why you were somewhat glad that he was embracing you right now. His flaws and all, your flaws and all—because you yourself were not without fault—you wanted to be seen by his eyes, held by his arms, spoken to with his words, kissed by his lips. 

You wanted to exist within his life, not just his dreams. 

Even if it was difficult and challenging, because that what existing is. The universe was made to be seen by your eyes, and he was the universe.  

“I remember now,” Junhee said quietly. “I remember all of those flashes I saw of your life. You looking at your new dress you got for that one fancy event at work, how you make funny faces in the mirror to check your acne, that eyebrow piercing you really wanted to get.” He chuckled a little at the memory. 

“I remember your dog, I remember you falling off your bike ‘cause you almost hit that postman, I remember the postcard from your friend when he went to see the Northern Lights, and you were so jealous of him.” His grip on you tightened. “I remember that I was always terrified of losing you in my dreams, so I held on too tight until you shattered and fell apart.”

You could feel him frown. “I just didn’t know who you were,” he said. “But now I know. I know now that I was bad for you, because the flashes of your life that I see in my dreams now are terrible—something from a horror movie.” He sighed shakily. “I don’t want that for you.” 

You hadn’t spoken that whole time, merely ruminating on your thoughts; how you really felt. He didn’t rush you, wanting you to go your own pace.

You took a deep breath. “You feel warm again,” you finally said. 

He nodded slowly. “I think I am,” he whispered back. 

“Warm enough to move on?” A nod. “Warm enough to stop drinking?” A nod with no hesitation. You pulled back a little, scanning his face. “How can I trust you this time around? You’ve broken my trust so many times now.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I have no excuses,” he said honestly. He looked you dead in the eyes. “I’m just going to have to trust in you being a good person, leading me well, and me trying my absolute best.” He caressed your cheek. “I don’t want your life to stay like those dreams... I don’t want a horror movie for you.”

You stared at him. “Oh, yeah?” you asked. “What kind of movie do you want for me, then?” 

He thought for a moment. “A fantasy?” he offered. “Maybe an adventure.” He looked hopeful. “Maybe a romance, too...?”

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Finally!! I got this out for you, my love!

I hope it lived up to expectations and that you enjoy it a lot, my Saturn. ^-^ I know work’s been hard, so take it easy, m’kay? M’kay. Love you!

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A Slice Of My Love Chapter 3. Kiddo?

Hello children! Once again, I am present with a story about an insane boy, and a piece of bread. Well, this chapter isn’t about the bread as much as it is about a dad worried about his dark strange son.

This chapter goes a little far back from where chapter 2 ended. Actually to the beginning of chapter 2. But from a different point of view. (I’ve given you two hints as to who’s POV it’s from.) Also, no angst in this chapter. Just stupid humor.

Pairings: The glasses gays. (Aka Logicality, you wanna know why we be doing the glasses gays show today? BECAUSE I AM THE GODDESS OF WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS FIC!!! I COULD FUCKEN END A LAIFU UP IN HERE IF I FELT LIKE IT!!! I don’t tho.)

Tw: Major “What the fuck is wrong with Virgil” moments but not “What the fuck” because Patton doesn’t curse, Patton rambling, a little Patton breakdown, cursing (Only in the A/N tho. Because I like to run my mouth apparently)

Patton’s POV

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I couldn’t believe it. Virgil wasn’t taking care of himself at all!! As far as I knew, he hadn’t slept since he locked himself in his room. I didn’t even know what I was saying at this point. I was too tired and too worried at the same time.

“Kiddo you need to sleep! This is so terrible for you!! You haven't slept in GOD knows how long!!!”

He was staring at the counter, well, the bread bag to be more specific. Logan’s been teaching me how important being specific is. Virgil looked like he was debating with himself, then he started to stare with interest at the bread. What’s so interesting about bread? I thought.

“Virgil are you even-” He cut me off.

“Hey, Pat?”

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Who’s that guy on the counter?”

In that moment I thought he was insane. I didn’t want to show it, but I know I did. I just stared at Vee, then the counter, then Vee, then the counter. This went on for a little while before the shock left. “Virgil, are you sure you’re ok? There’s no one there.”

“I’m never ok. But there is someone there. He’s just chilling on the counter. Staring at us.”

 If I didn’t look at him like he was insane before, then I totally did this time. I felt like physically fighting him at that self-deprecation, but now wasn’t the place or time to do so. He started to drink his coffee again. Most likely to drown out the silence.

I didn’t know what to do. But I had a hunch as to who would know. Granted, he’s probably sleeping. I don’t want to worry him with Virgil’s not sleeping, and the fact that I’m up at 3 am. But, he’d much rather I come to him than try to solve a problem that I don’t know how to. I’m gonna go ask Logan.

“Excuse me for one moment kiddo.” Then I went back upstairs.

Once I got to Logan’s door I hesitated. Are you gonna knock on the door or what? Are you crazy!! We can’t knock on the door!! Logan’s gonna be so ticked that we woke him up!!! I’M CRAZY??? Hun, you’re the crazy one!! Logan loves us!! He won’t be ticked for very long if we go ask him for help with the Virgil thing. But- Butts are for sitting. Our kiddo needs to sleep. I honestly think that he’s going insane!! We need to help him. If Logan is the only way to do that then so be it. FINE!! 

After the miny argument with myself had resolved itself, I knocked on the door.

“Patton? What brings you here at this hour?”

Logan’s voice was layered thick with exhaustion. He was still in his normal outfit of jeans, a black polo, and tie. However, his hair was a mess and his glasses were slightly askew. He must’ve fallen asleep at his desk. 

Oh god. I immediately regretted my decision. As I was just about to turn around and go downstairs, Logan invited me inside.

“Patton, you can come inside if you so wish.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. 

I practically ran inside his room. Then I started pacing, and rambling.

“Logan, we gotta problem. Virgil hasn’t been sleeping and I think there’s something wrong with him. He thought that there was a person sitting on the counter when really there was only the bread bag. And I know that it’s like 3am and that I should be sleeping and that I shouldn’t have bothered you at 3 am with this stupid kind of stuff. But I-”

Logan must’ve been really tired. Like REALLY tired. On a normal day, I would have never expected him to do what he did next.

He kissed me. 

Like we’ve kissed before, but when I start to ramble he just sits there and listens, or he interrupts me and tells me that I’m being ridiculous. 

He’s never cut me off by kissing me. 

It isn’t a very Logan thing to do. If anything, I’d expect Roman to do something like that. But not Logan.

Now, I’m not complaining. It was amazing. Logan is a really good kisser. It was just really unexpected. And most likely the result of it being 3am.

Once we broke apart, I started to blush like crazy!! I’m talken like ears red and everything. Once Logan realized what he’d done he jumped on the blush boat really quickly.

“I apologize for that sudden outburst Patton.” Between you and me, he hardly kept a stri gay face. (Must I remind you, none of the sides can do anything straight? They’re all gay.) 

“But I’m not that sorry at the same time. You were ranting again. All I understood from that was ‘And I know that it’s like 3am and that I should be sleeping and that I shouldn’t have bothered you at 3am with this stupid kind of stuff.’ Like we’ve been over several times, if it’s big enough to bother you, it’s not stupid.” 

His tone of voice was soft. It was the same tone when Thomas became “Mr. Sanders” temporarily. (I’m thinking the “Morality, what are we doing wrong?” tone.) I’m pretty sure he’s only used this tone with me. It made me feel special, to have such an amazing person care for me so much.

“You’re right.” I started. I took a deep breath to calm me down, and to hopefully help me not rant this time. “Virgil hasn’t been sleeping. I’m assuming since he locked himself in his room. And I think he’s starting to lose it. He thought that someone was sitting on the counter when really, it was just the bread bag.”

My voice quivered and threatened to speed up, but I managed to keep relatively calm during that statement. Emphasis on that statement.

The reality must’ve sunk all the way in, after saying it out loud, or something. Why? Because at that moment, I almost started to cry. Logan noticed this and pulled me in close for a hug before I started crying.

“See? There we go! I could understand you. Now I can help you.” He kept the soft tone of voice. If we’re all being honest here, that tone of voice could turn me into butter in seconds!!

“Why don’t we go downstairs and check on him. Then we can see what we can do to help.”

Why did I ever doubt coming to Logan for help? He can seem cold, but he is the most caring and amazing boyfriend anyone could ask for.

“Thank you, Logan.” 

I must’ve not have been functioning like a normal human being, as well. What I did wasn’t a very me thing, at all. But I got to pay him back for earlier. This time…

I kissed him.

Short and sweet, but still.

Once we got downstairs, I half expected to see Virgil either: 

Sitting on the counter drinking from the coffee pot.,

Sitting on the tabletop drinking from the coffee pot or,

Passed out at the table or anywhere really.

But I didn’t expect to see a piece of bread sitting on the couch, Virgil standing halfway between the commons and the kitchen, bright red, like the kind of blush that the blush boat brought earlier, and him saying “Okay. Don’t quote Heathers at me and just walk away.” to the bread.

He ran to a weird random spot. Logan was going to say something. I put up a hand to tell him not to. 

“Excuse me. Hi. Uhh… I never did catch your name.” Virgil went even more red with that statement. He stood there in shock almost. Like he saw and heard something that we couldn’t.

Logan and I looked at each other and then Virgil. I don’t think Logan had fully grasped the situation from what I told him upstairs. Now, standing here, watching Virgil quote one of the musicals that he quotes with Roman, by himself, with a piece of bread sitting on the couch, I think we both grasped how crazy the whole thing was.

Logan cleared his throat and I finished his thought for him. 

“Kiddo? Why are you talking to yourself?

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I know that it is Friday, but it’s not 11:59 pm. I am still victorious!! I have no clue where I want to take chapter 4. I might be coming down with writer's block. Who knows?

I don’t think I’m ever gonna stop with that cursed phrase.

I hope y’all liked this chapter. I personally think I could have done better but I still like it.

The random person on the internet who claims to be your mother,

             Em

(P.s I’ve run out of weird ways to do the sign off already. I really suck at this.)

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Umm... @stop-it-anxiety-official you said that you liked to be tagged? I’m the person who sent you that ask about Virgil and the piece of bread and how stupid it was. This is the third chapter but this is some of the stupidity. Sooo... umm... yeah?

@just-some-gt-trash I’m so sorry you weren't added sooner!! You hid the fact that you wanted to be added in the tags. I only just saw the tags!!!