#it's funny to think about it now but I recognize my fears now in a healthy manner and do not subject myself to The Horrors anymore

[spotlightstudios]

Recalling my insanely ridiculous reaction to a small haunted house because it was relevant to smth else I was thinking of.

[toxicanonymity]

omg the way every inch makes me drool idk what u did to me i haven’t been the same since 😃 ur so talented i owe u my kidney for that fic alone ! would ever consider part two?? no pressure !!!

EVERY INCH 2

2200 words, m!ghostface x f!reader

follows Every Inch. NEXT: Every inch 3

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A/N: He's never unmasked. He is night walks coded. Thank you for all the love on my first Ghostface fic. This was a "one shot fail" because of your engagement & enthusiasm. WARNINGS: I8+ piv, noncon, he calls himself daddy, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, knifeplay, hair pulling, manhandling, choking kinda, degradation, pet names. NO USE OF Y/N. 

SUMMARY: Last time you saw ghostface, he was unconscious from the car wreck and you had your way with him. Now, he's coming to take what's his.

You've put Ghostface behind you, at least in terms of fearing for your life. He's finally left you alone. He must be too humiliated to face you after you restrained him and had your way with him in the car while he was passed out. You still look at the picture you took every day.  You'd like to get it printed and stick it on your bathroom mirror.  He looks so pathetic with his own mess all over his robe. But it's not just the humiliation you love to see. It's his cock. . .

Yeah, his cock.  You've thought about it more than a few times. He would've given you every inch. All you had to do was ask. And the video of him whimpering? You save that for special occasions. Like when you need to cum in a hurry. 

It's Friday night and you're lying in bed after getting home from seeing a movie.  You make sure your vibrator is charged before you start reading, but soon enough you get distracted.  You're looking at your video of Ghostface coming all over himself when a call pops up on the screen. No ringtone.  Your phone is still on silent from the theater.  

The restricted number still makes your heart jump even after such an empowering victory. But you rip the bandaid off and answer it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"So... how'd you like the movie?" the voice changer asks you. 

You panic and hang up, but when he calls right back, you answer again. "This isn't funny, whoever you are."

"You know it's me, baby. You feel it in your. . . pants."

"What do you want?"

"I asked how you liked the movie." 

Friday night. Lucky guess. You know he’s not going to let it go, so you might as well answer. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of acting aghast that he knows what you did tonight.  "Fine, I liked it. It was fun,” you say dismissively. 

"Picked a bad time to refill your drink. . .  Missed a great kill."

Your heart jumps. ". . .you were there?" The theater wasn't even that crowded. How could he go undetected? Surely you would have recognized something about a man you rode into oblivion. 

He's bemused. "What, you thought I was gone? Nowhere?”

"wishful thinking," you reply. 

Ghostface says, “Oh, we both know what you really wish for. . .”

You’re not even going to argue. 

“How was your date?" 

"How was yours with your hand?" You retort.

"You didn't look interested.” 

"What, are you gonna ask me out?" Your face heats up as you hear your own words.

"Not tonight. 'Cause you've got a date with that toy and my picture, don't ya?”

You freeze. 

He taunts, "Want a third wheel?"

You ask, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Never stopped, sugar." You feel like a fool for thinking he had. “I’ve just been a little. . . distracted.” 

You scoff. 

". . . Okay, did you call just to talk?"

"Wanted some audio with my visual this time."

"Pervert."

“oh I'm the pervert," he chides. Your face is burning up.

"You know, you’ve still got something of mine.”  His knife. You’ve hid it somewhere special.  “Keep comin’ for it. . .but don’t wanna interrupt you.”  

You look out your window, which faces the woods.  "Cause you put on a good show, baby." There’s never been a reason to close the curtains.  You preferred to see danger coming. Danger like him. A lot of good that’s done you. 

“You’re a creature of habit, aren’t you?” 

Are you that predictable?  

“Lucky for me,” he adds darkly.  His breathing becomes audible.  “Oh, you like this, don't you . . . knew ya would. . .  .  .Dripping already.” His voice is steady through the equalizer, but his speech pattern tells you his dick is hard. And god damn if he isn’t turning you on. 

“Dip a finger and show daddy how wet you are.” 

Before you know it, you're doing it. You don’t show him, but you curiously dip you fingers and pull apart the clear string of of your arousal

“Two fingers . . let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”  You lie there clenching your thighs together. 

“Ah, fuck it. Go ahead, turn it on,” he says but you don’t move. You clench your thighs together.  “Turn it on,” he repeats firmer, and something possesses you to turn your vibrator on. 

“Yeah, that’s it . . .”

You don’t even need the picture now, or the video, or your reading. But you don’t exactly want to let him make you come this fast. 

He sighs and says, “You’ve got a nice, juicy pussy." He spits, which the voice changer doesn’t process.

You close your eyes and recall what it felt like impaling yourself on his cock. 

"You don't have to say it," he reassures you menacingly. "I know I’ve got a nice cock.” 

He’s right about that.  You close your eyes as you touch yourself.  You’re too horny to think straight, but in the back of your mind, you try to tell yourself he killed your friends. He killed your friends. It doesn’t make you any less turned on. You sigh in shame at yourself. How does Ghostface have you wrapped around his finger?

“Oh, it’s only natural, baby. This cock’ll fuck you right up.” God, why does that turn you on? “In the guts and the head.” 

"Real shame I wasn’t awake.” He breathes heavily for a few seconds. "Coulda been even better for you.” 

You fail to suppress a moan as heat is bubbling in your core. 

“Yeah. . .Can’t stop thinkin' about this cock, can ya?” 

You turn up the intensity of your vibe. 

“Not everyday someone takes every inch of this.” He moans weakly then spits again. “Filthy girl.  Swallowed it right up.” 

“So tell me, sugar," his breathing is even heavier now. "How do you want it?”

“What if i don’t” you lie, then gasp at the tension in your core.

“Then why’d you take it,” he says with a bite and the heavy breathing stops. 

“Because,” you pant. “It was there.”

You’re getting close.  “How do you want me,” you self-loathingly ask. He doesn’t answer. You look at your phone and he’s gone. Shit. You open the video you took of him and as soon as you hear him whimper, your body jerks as the tension bursts inside you. As soon as you finish pulsing, the regret hits you like a tidal wave. So fucked up. Soooo disgusting.  You need a shower. 

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You take a long, hot shower, listening to music. You sigh, feeling a little better already. You turn off the water.

“Soaking wet. That’s how I want you.” You freeze and the only sound is the dripping water for a few seconds while the song changes.  

“Come on, you’re smarter than this.” The voice changer echoes through your bathroom and you almost fall over. “What’s next? Going down to the basement?”

You stand silently in the shower with your heartbeat echoing in your ears.  There’s nothing you can do.  You squat down, hugging your knees.  There’s no good option.   

The shower curtain slowly draws open and he looms above you.

“My turn, baby."  The glint of a knife–your own kitchen knife–catches your eye. He tilts his head slightly and observes you for a moment.  Then he pulls your hair and violently forces you to your feet. You begin to slip and he catches you, then manhandles you out of the tub and you whimper. You’re thrashing around wet and naked.  He drags you to the bathroom sink and puts you between him and the sink, both of you facing the mirror. He reaches out and wipes the mirror with his robe to make sure you can see. 

The sight is surreal. You’re completely nude with Ghostface up against you.  One gloved hand cups your breast while the other raises the knife.  He stays behind you and holds your own kitchen knife to your throat.  

He inhales audibly. “So clean and so filthy.”  

You elbow him in the gut. “Let go of me.” 

“Afraid not, baby. . .” The hand leaves your breast and slides lower.  He presses on your hip, bringing you tight against him. “Too late now.” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. 

He holds you still with just one of his big arms as you struggle.  “Coulda had it how ya wanted.” 

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. 

“Now you’re gonna take it right here.”  He keeps you pinned to the counter, the arm with the knife holding you still while he lifts his robe and tugs his PJ pants down.  “You’ve put me behind you after all.”  He jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.  He lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and your stomach, dipping into your belly button on its way down to your mound. Then he holds it handle-up and teases your cunt with the flat of the knife as you watch in the mirror. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine and you watch your nipples harden.

“Who are you?”

“Your favorite bad guy. Ask me a. . . harder one.” He grinds himself against you.

“What do you want?”

“To know what your insides feel like.” You suck in a deep breath and register the smell of weed as his cock twitches against your bare skin. “When I’m awake,” he adds. 

He pries your legs apart with his knee, then his glove brushes your inner thighs as he aligns his cock at your entrance. “Oh you’re ready ready,” he says. He notches himself with the thick head of his cock resting snug against your wet little hole, then he holds you tight and shoves himself into you with a sigh.  You have to try not to moan with the most welcome stretch. “Hell yeah,” the mask says into your ear. Thank God you’re so wet, because there is a lot of him. He pulls back, then slams into you, bottoming out with a grunt then another sigh. You watch your face in the mirror and try to wipe the enjoyment off it. 

The hand with the knife rests against your chest as he pounds you. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.” You want to memorize the feeling of his cock inside you so you can come to it later instead of giving him the satisfaction right now.  He pants as he thrusts into you harder.  “So. . .damn. . . hot.” You look down watching your breasts jiggle as he rails you. “I don’t think so. . . baby.” He grabs your chin and makes you look back up at the mirror. Your drooping eyelids give away how good you feel. 

“Take it like a bad girl.” He grunts and brutally fucks you in the way you’re afraid only he can. No, no, you shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this. “A real bad girl.” A climax is gathering in your lower belly.  “Cock hungry little slut,” he bites and it makes you twitch. “This pussy’s mine now, you know.” 

He buries himself inside you for another minute and makes it rough. “Now or never baby," he pants. “Know you wanna come on this cock.” God, you do. “Do it now.”  He slams into you harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside you.  You can’t stop it. The feeling of his climax trips you into your own.  Your needy cunt chokes his cock, milking him of an unfathomable load.  He fucks you through it and your body jerks into his imposing, robed form. His cum is in every crevice of your core.  You can’t help but moan and sigh.

“Good girl,” he says.

His cock slides out of you, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. He tucks it back into his pants. 

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Ghostface forcibly positions your chin to take one last look in the mirror. Then he picks up your phone from the counter and forces you to swipe the camera on.  He points it at the mirror and says, “say cheese.” He tosses your phone back on the counter, then slams you chest-first into the back of the door with an impact. He holds the knife to the side of your neck and says, “you’re welcome.” He really smells like weed.

“Now where’s my knife.”

“I don’t have it,” you claim. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“What’s so special about it?”

“It’s mine.” 

“The cops have it.” 

“No they don’t. Why are you lying?”

You’re not really sure. He presses the flat of the knife so hard against your throat you start to choke. “Okay,” you manage hoarsely. He lets you breathe.  You look behind him toward the toilet. 

He drags you by the elbow to the toilet. He opens the back of it and the knife is wrapped up in a grocery bag. “You watch too many movies,” he says. He pushes you out of the way, opens the door, and leaves. The song turns to Call Me by Blondie.

NEXT: PART 3

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Please engage (reblog/comment)  if you want more of this <333 It might go a long way in motivation.

Yes this is my night walks coded ghostface but I think most people reading this don't know what night walks is lol.

Call Me:This Blog::Red Right Hand:Canon. But in this case it especially makes sense 🥹

@hearteyed-shawty had a song rec last time: I'm Yours by Isabel Derosa.

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[sexilene]

omg lene you should do something about a 80's slashers au with rafe and the boys that would be soooo cool!! ❤️❤️

!!! omigod yesss i'm gonna start with 80's slasher!rafe if feel like he'd be a creepy little stalkerrr, def season 2 rafe 💞

𐦍༘₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - non con, violence, stalking, spanking, slight breeding kink, knife play, dark!rafe - ₊˚⊹

you sat in the comfort of your bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, finishing up some homework while talking with a girlfriend of yours on the phone. you reach your hand out to your nightstand to grab the nail file when the sound of the door closing causes you to freeze, being left home alone, your heart starts to race, and you hang up the phone and walk up to your door. you pull down your pretty little white nightgown so it covers your ass as you press your ear to the door to make sure it was just your parents.

all you hear is silence so you shrug and convince yourself it was just your mind playing tricks on you, then the phone starts to ring again, thinking it was just your friend calling you back, and you pick up the phone. 

"hello?" you speak with your voice lowered.

"hey babyface" you stop moving when you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"who's calling?" you try to sound assertive but end up sounding like a scared puppy. 

"i've been uh- watching you for a long time, an' i figured i should introduce myself," he says, his voice all gravely. you grip on the handle of the phone and reach an arm over to close your curtains quickly.

"stop that! it's not funny, whoever this is leave me alone." you almost whine. 

"nah can't do that baby, you looked too pretty in that nightgown...you wearin' panties underneath?" he continues. 

"i'm gonna call my boyfriend an-and he'll find out who you are and beat you up!" you stutter.

"you're not gonna do that, cuz uh- i'm in the house, and if you hang up-"

"i'll call the police!" you cut him off.

"i need you to listen to me, if you don't wanna die, you need to walk down to the living room slowly- you try to run and i'll catch you. if you don't come down, i'll go up n'get you." he then hangs up, your chest heaving as tears start to form in your eyes, you think about climbing out the window but it is on the second floor and the man might catch you and kill you! you decide to grab a chair to put against the door to keep him coming in but it's too late, as you take one step backward trying to drag the chair you feel the blade of a knife press against your neck. you gasp, ready to scream.

"shshshsh, behave." the man shushes you, pressing himself behind you, god he must be tall. "told you to listen" he coos condescendingly. 

"please, please don't..." you sob. 

"hey, hey! shut up- listen to me alright?" he raises his voice causing you to shut your eyes and nod slowly in fear, tears spill down your face. "good girl. want you to lay down on your bed and stay there, don't move, scream, talk or do anything 'less i tell you." you nod again slowly and he removes the knife from your neck, you do as you are told and lay down on your bed, silently sobbing. 

you look at the man, face now lit up by the soft light of your nightstand lamp, you watch him come closer and wipe some of the sweat forming on his forehead under his messy hair with the back of his hand that's holding the knife. he grins, getting up on your bed and tossing the knife next to him as he pins you down. 

"r-rafe?..." you whisper, now realizing who it is.

"yeah! yeah baby it's me..." he continues to grin. 

"get off! please rafe, i don't wanna do this with you!" you whine and start to squirm a little bit.

"you don't really have a choice." he mumbles as he runs his rough hands up and down your thighs, stopping to grab the hem of your lace panties. "you wear this for me?" he says pulling them down as you really start to cry, trying to get him off of you by pushing at his shoulders but he's too strong.

"i have a- my boyfriend-" you start but then he looks back into your eyes and smiles again. "nah, you don't, i got rid of 'im... cut him up, he's in the trunk of my truck. wanna see?" he asks, his eyes following yours, bringing his hand up to wipe your tears away lovingly. 

"why!? why are you doing this!" you sob and try and move your face away from his touch. "i love you, i love you so much and you never talked to me or...looked at me and i need you to love me too…say it…" he demands. you shake your head no and try and push him off, pissed, rafe manhandles you. he flips you onto your stomach and lifts you up by your waist so your face is smushed against the messy sheets, ass in the air. "you fucking brat." he spits out.

he yanks your panties down and smacks your ass with his large hand, holding your wrists in the other. he forcefully spreads your legs and places a hard slap on your poor wet little cunt.

you let out a yelp as he "soothes" your throbbing pussy by rubbing your clit with the rough pads of three fingers. "are you a virgin princess?" he whispers, pressing a gross, sloppy kiss to your cheek. you whine out and try to move your face away. "what? you don't like my kisses?" he leans in again to give you a few more of those wet kisses, making taunting kissy sounds that make you scrunch up your face and mewl.

"gonna make you feel reeeally good baby, gonna make this little pussy cream all over me, yeah?" he rambles, grabbing the knife with his free hand, bringing it back to your neck. "please rafe, i've never- "

"you waited for me? huh? princess saved herself for me." you can hear his smile, he's almost relieved that he will be your first and last. he pulls himself out of his boxers and starts to line himself up. "i would'a stretched you out a bit first but this cunt is a dripping mess already so."

you scream as you feel his fat tip press against your entrance. "shhhhshh, s'just the tip." he murmurs, easing himself in slowly until he's stretching you as you've never felt, his tip kisses your cervix. "ow! it's too big, too much, too big..." you ramble, squeezing down on his cock unable to really move due to the knife.

"n'you are so tight, fuck, this is where you should'a always been..taking me like this babydoll." he grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust causing you to whine and to try and pull your hands away from his grip.

"keep cryin', it's only making me harder princess," he grunts, tears continue to stream down your face. he pounds into you now hard and fast, you wish you could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he starts to hit that sweet spot.

"stop it! rafeeee" you whine, he shushes you by tossing the knife on the bed again and covering your mouth with his hand as he continues his assault on your cunt. "i should cum in you, knock you up so you won't ever be able to leave me." he breathes out, he lets go of your face and wraps that hand around your neck to bring you up to kiss your neck. "no! no no please pull out! please rafe!" you cry.

he lets go of your neck and throws you back down you your face hits the mattress again, he lets go of your wrists so you are now gripping your sheets. "you know that's the knife i used to stab your boyfriend? he begged like a little bitch. he didn't deserve you." he reaches a hand around to grab your pussy and pull you closer to him, then rubbing your throbbing clit.

"m'na cummm" you mewl, body giving into how he's touching you so roughly yet gently.

"i know baby, give it to me, all over my cock c'mon" he encourages with that tone, and feeling him so deep in you and hitting that spot your body goes numb. shutting your eyes tightly as hot white explodes in you making you feel like you are on a roller-coaster.

he grips your waist and with the other hand, he's lovingly brushing back your messy baby hairs due to your sweaty forehead. "atta girl, thereee, see? i knew you could be good for me." he thrusts once more hard and deep, shooting his thick hot load all up in you causing you to whine at the feeling and making him groan.

he pulls out of you, sticking his two fingers into your pussy to push his cum back in, then leaning in to bite your ass. you let out a little scream, he flips you on your back and grabs the knife, gripping your thigh he brings the knife over to carve a little RC into the meat of your thigh. you try not to thrash around but you do let out another little scream at the pain.

"yer' all mine now kid." he smiles, exhaustion taking over as you let out shaky breaths and let him lean in to press icky kiss to your lips. ᥫ᭡

[1-800-be-my-baby]

rafe x bitch!reader pt.2

MDNI 18+ | pt. 1 here warnings: spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, creampie, semi public sex, that's it i think let me know if i missed any

with the knowledge of how mad you left rafe, you can't stop the smile that slowly creeps onto your face. however, your victory doesn't last long. a large hand roughly grabs the back of your neck, yanking you back until you collide into a hard surface. not even needing to look up you already know who it is.

"you think you're reallll funny huh?"

"rafe-"

"shut up. you're gonna listen to what i gotta say or shit is only gonna get worse for you, understand?" you attempt to pull out of his hold, his grip only tightening with your lack of response.

"rafe let me go!"

"nah, think you can pull that kinda shit? disrespecting me in front of everybody. i think you need to be taught some respect." the implication of his words cause goosebumps to coat your skin. dragging you to his truck, he opens the door to the backseat. "get in. don't make me force you."

you open your mouth, a protest ready to escape. before you get the chance he lifts you up, practically throwing you into the truck. the fear of what's to come causes heat to pool in your lower stomach. rafe climbs in behind you, slamming the door.

in a blink of a eye your bent over his lap, a harsh slap landing on your ass. rafe kisses his teeth, "thinkin' you can talk to me like that, must've lost your damn mind."

an influx of salty tears begin gathering at your waterline, each smack to your ass harder than the last. you jolt forward, causing your clit to rub against his thigh. a laugh escapes rafe when he hears the small whimper that forces its way out of you.

"should've known a greedy slut like you would get off on this. you're probably soaked."

"rafe please! ill be good, i promise. just stop!" tears have started to cascade down your cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara in its wake.

"shoulda thought about that before. 10 more, you can do it baby." rafe places one last harsh slap, sobs now racking your body. he softly runs his hands over the now red and broken skin. "see, knew you could do it." laying you face down on the seat, he rips the shorts of your body.

"rafe not here! people might see!"

"didn't care about that when you were running that big fucking mouth of yours. now its my turn not to care." you recognize the sound of rafe pulling his pants down, and without warning he slams his length into you. "fuck. so tight, this pussy was made for me i swear."

as the pain from the stretch subsides, you let out a loud cry, his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust. "not so much to say now, huh?"

with the way his cock is hammering into your weeping cunt you can't find it in you to respond. you harshly grip onto the door, needing something- anything to ground you. he pushes your head further into the seat, allowing him to hit your g spot continuously. all you can do is let out pornographic moans, the pleasure so overwhelming you don't know what to do with yourself. your head is foggy with lust and you're beyond cock drunk. rafe begins to thrust into you impossibly harder, jaw clenched so hard he feared it might break. he snakes a hand around your front, rubbing harsh circles against your clit. his thrusts become sloppy he nears his release.

your cunt clenches against him as your orgasm threatens to explode out of you. before you can cum his hips still, his hot seed filling you, the mixture of your arousal running down your thighs. a loud whine leaves your throat at your orgasm being ripped away from you.

rafe lets out a laugh from behind you. "oh im sorry, did you think i was gonna let you cum? disrespectful sluts don't get to cum. be grateful i gave you dick at all." he pulls out of you, pulling his shorts back up. "get dressed." he hands your shorts to you before getting out of the car and hopping into the drivers seat.

after getting dressed you slide into the passenger seat, your makeup now ruined from tear stains. he takes you back to tanneyhill, your punishment far from over.

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[puppym3]

heyaaa!!! if u still do requests, i have a request for minho! if u also havent done this one, but what if u do their song "i like it" about minho ??

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── .✦ 'i love that i like you, but i don't wanna love'

minho x reader

wc: 4.1k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, situationship, fwb, angsty, one-sided pining, minho is an asshole, "i can fix him" reader, awkward, reader is so delusional at the start it's funny, hurt comfort, late confessions, fluffy at end, i heal ur wounds dw, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: omg anon ur trying to break my heart, as a hopeless romantic this might be my first ever sort of angsty piece. but either way i love "i like it" its literally been on repeat its probs one of my favorites from the album. i loved writing this so much you have no idea, THANK YOU for suggesting!

reminder to not be too delulu, these are just fictional stories that i write to show off my creative writing!! also i have a taglist if you're interested!!!!!

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The city lights glimmered through the window, casting a soft glow across Minho's apartment. The hum of the city outside was a constant reminder of the world continuing on, regardless of the turmoil within. You lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, Minho's arm draped lazily over your waist. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a mix of comfort and longing that you had come to know too well.

"Hey," Minho's voice broke through your thoughts. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with those piercing eyes that always seemed to see right through you. "You okay?"

You forced a smile, nodding slightly. "Yeah, just thinking."

He sighed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

That was the problem. Talking meant opening up, and opening up meant risking the fragile balance you had. Friends with benefits, a situationship, whatever it was, it worked because there were no labels, no expectations. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

"Minho," you started, hesitating. The words felt heavy on your tongue, a mix of hope and fear. "What are we doing?"

His expression softened, but there was a flicker of something—uncertainty, maybe?—in his eyes. "We're having fun, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but..." You sat up, pulling the sheets around you like a shield. "Is that all this is? Just fun?"

He ran a hand through his hair, a habit you had come to recognize as his way of stalling for time. "I like what we have, you know that. I just... I,"

You swallowed hard, the words stinging more than you wanted to admit. "And what if I want more?"

Minho's gaze dropped, his silence louder than any answer he could give. 'I like you'—if only it were that easy.

"I can't do this forever, Minho," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I need to know if there's a future here, or if I'm just fooling myself."

He looked back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and confusion. "I'm not ready for anything more right now."

The words hung in the air, a painful confirmation of your deepest fears. You nodded slowly, the ache in your chest spreading. "I understand."

As you got dressed and prepared to leave, Minho reached out, his hand catching yours. "Wait, don't go like this."

You paused, looking at him one last time. "I need to go think."

With that, you slipped out of his grasp, each step away from him feeling heavier than the last. The door closed behind you, the finality of it echoing in the empty hallway.

That night, you cried until your eyes were raw and your head ached until there were no tears left and all that was left was an empty feeling in your chest.

"What are you doing here?"

You saw your best friend standing in your doorway, her brow furrowed with worry. "I needed to see you, you didn't pick up any calls."

You felt the tears starting to form again as she pulled you into her arms. "I'm an idiot," you managed to say in between sobs.

She gently patted your back. "You're not an idiot, he's the idiot."

"He's not an idiot," you said softly.

She held you at arm's length, looking into your eyes. "Then tell me what happened. What has your eyes all puffy at 9 in the morning?"

"He wants to be just friends, that's all." you sighed.

"What?" her brows furrowed. "I thought you liked each other? What's stopping him?"

"I asked what he wants to be, and he said 'he's not ready for anything'."

She groaned, "he doesn't deserve you"

You let out a deep breath. "He doesn't, does he? But, I like him."

"Why are you putting yourself through this?" She said with worry in her eyes as she traced circles on your back.

"I wanted to fight for him, but every time I end up in his bed, I hurt myself more."

"Fight for him?"

You nodded slowly, your resolve hardening as you said the words aloud. "I'm going to fight for him."

She rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "And how are you going to do that?"

You hesitated, realizing that you hadn't thought that far ahead. "I guess I'll... call him? No, no that would be awkward... maybe I'll just stop by his apartment and—"

She raised an eyebrow, looking at you pointedly. "And what, you're gonna sleep with him again? What would that do?"

Your cheeks flushed. "Okay, no. Maybe I'll take him out to coffee? No, that's too casual. Maybe dinner?"

"Dinner would be good."

"Dinner would be good," you agreed, a hint of nervousness creeping into your voice.

Your best friend put her arm around your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze. "You shouldn't be doing this, but I support you."

"Thank you."

She shook her head, laughing softly. "If it doesn't work, we're gonna eat so much comfort food tonight."

That afternoon, you paced around your apartment, phone in hand as you tried to muster up the courage to call Minho. Your best friend's words echoed in your mind, reminding you of the risk you were taking. With a deep breath, you hit the call button.

As the phone rang, you felt your heart pounding in your chest, your palms growing clammy. After what felt like an eternity, the familiar sound of Minho's voice filled your ear.

"Hey, it's me." You paused, gathering your thoughts. "I wanted to apologize for the other night. I was upset and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

You could hear the hesitance in his voice as he replied, "No, it's alright. I'm sorry, too."

"Can I take you out for dinner? I think we need to talk about things." You held your breath, waiting for his response.

"Yeah... I think that'd be okay," he said after a moment, "When?"

"I'm free tonight," you offered, trying to hide the hopeful note in your voice.

There was a long silence before Minho spoke again, "Okay, I'll see you at 6."

You hung up, the finality of the words hitting you. Was this your last chance?

The minutes passed by slowly, your anticipation building with each passing minute. Finally, 6 o'clock came around, and you made your way to the restaurant. You took a deep breath, steadying your nerves as you pushed open the doors.

You spotted Minho seated at a table, and made your way over to him. He stood as you approached, smiling.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Hey." You swallowed, trying to find your words. "I, I've missed you."

Minho looked away, a mix of emotions on his face. "It's been a day."

You laughed, trying to ease the tension. "Oh, right."

There was a moment of awkward silence before Minho finally spoke again, his voice barely a whisper.

"I think I missed you too."

You looked at him, the realization dawning on you. He had missed you too. It was something, he at least thought about you during day. "Minho—"

He looked up, meeting your gaze. "What is it?"

"I just..." You took a deep breath. "I don't want to lose what we have. But if that means being friends, then that's what we'll do. Because I can't stand losing you completely."

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes filled with surprise. Then he nodded slowly. "I don't want to lose what we have as well."

Your chest ached, but you smiled anyway, grateful for the small victory. You would be fine with it. You could be fine with it if that's all you could ever get.

"But," you started, an idea coming to your mind, "if I get a boyfriend, we'll stop whatever this is."

Minho blinked, the words sinking in. He took a moment, contemplating. Then he nodded slowly.

"Okay," he said. "Okay."

His expression was unreadable, was he upset? Or was he fine with the idea of never speaking to you again?

Your heart sank at the thought, did he really feel nothing at all for you?

You forced yourself to smile, trying to hide the ache in your chest. "Thank you," you said softly.

Minho smiled, but you could tell it was forced. You excused yourself and went to the washroom to splash cold water on your face, trying to stop the tears that threatened to spill.

You had to leave, you had to get out of here. You made your way outside, the cool night air helping to calm you.

You leaned against the wall, taking a shaky breath as you tried to hold back the tears. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.

You forced yourself to come to reality with all of this, you ran home without thinking twice. You had to end all of this now and leave before you ended up in his bed again.

You slammed your front door shut, locking the deadbolt and falling on the ground crying. The tears wouldn't stop flowing, it felt like a river of emotion that was overwhelming you. You were so scared of losing him, of not having him in your life. You sat on the ground for what felt like an eternity, trying to make sense of your emotions.

Getting rid of him now was the only way, the only way you'd survive without being broken-hearted. You dragged yourself to bed and cried yourself to sleep, clutching the pillow and blankets like they were your lifeline.

A week had already passed. You did your best to stay busy, trying to distract yourself from thinking about Minho. You had blocked his number, so you had no idea if he had tried to reach out to you at all.

Your best friend had been beside you to keep you from losing your mind completely or unblocking his number.

The two of you decided to watch movies all weekend long to take your minds off the situation, which helped for a while, but now that it was Monday and you were back at work, you felt like a walking zombie.

Your thoughts drifted to Minho throughout the day, wondering what he was doing, if he had moved on yet, or if he still thought of you at all.

You pushed the thoughts out of your head, trying to focus on your work. But it was no use. He was constantly in your mind, even though you knew there was no point in thinking of him.

You closed your eyes, letting your mind wander back to when things were still good between the two of you, the feeling of his tender hands on your body and his soft lips against yours. You remembered his words, 'I like what we have.' Did he mean it? Did he still think that after everything that happened? Or were they just words?

You opened your eyes, tears forming again as you stared out the window, lost in thought.

The clock seemed to move agonizingly slowly, but eventually, your workday came to an end, and you gathered your things to head home. You took a deep breath before heading out the door, bracing yourself for another long, lonely night.

You walked slowly through the dark streets, lost in your thoughts. You came across a familiar intersection, and you hesitated, memories of Minho flooding your mind.

The two of you used to take this route back to your apartment when he would walk you home from work. You stood in the middle of the empty intersection, staring at the stoplight, debating on whether to continue home or take the long way to your apartment, the way the two of you used to take.

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. It was silly, getting hung up on someone that didn't even care.

You crossed the street, heading in the direction of your apartment. You glanced down the familiar route, memories of the two of you talking about the stupidest things.

You closed your eyes and sighed, a pang of longing hitting you. You missed him so much, more than you had ever expected.

You kept your eyes closed, your mind replaying memories of Minho as you walked home. It hurt to think about, but it also hurt not to think about him.

The two of you were inseparable, even when you fell in love with him, he enabled your feelings, kissing you, touching you, and sharing nights with you.

He was so easy to love. And he was so easy to lose.

You opened your eyes as you reached your apartment, the familiar surroundings providing you with a sense of comfort.

You trudged up the stairs, feeling more drained than you had all week. You reached your apartment, the familiar walls surrounding you like a warm embrace.

You threw your keys onto the table, slumping down in a chair and closing your eyes.

You breathed in the comforting scent of home, the ache in your chest still lingering, but you felt a sense of calm wash over you. You were home.

You sat for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being at home after a long day at work. The quiet was comforting, a contrast to the busy, loud environment you'd spent your day in. You sat with your eyes closed for a few minutes, allowing your thoughts to settle.

You heard a faint knock on your front door. Your heart stopped, and you shot up out of your chair, hesitantly walking to the door.

You paused, taking a deep breath before opening it, knowing you couldn't keep it locked forever.

"Minho." The word slipped out before you could stop it, your voice a mix of surprise and pain.

Minho's face was somber, his expression unreadable as he spoke.

"I think I love you."

His voice was soft, the words tinged with sadness. You looked into his eyes, seeing the pain there.

You took a deep breath, your heart aching. You opened your mouth to reply, but he continued, the words pouring out of him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it would feel so painful to not see you, or hear your voice, or touch you. I just couldn't stop thinking about you, about how you made me feel."

You couldn't hold back the tears any longer as his words filled your ears, your chest aching more than it had in a long time.

You bit your lip, trying to stay calm. Is this real, or are you dreaming? Did he come back to fuck with your feelings?

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of pain and happiness flooding you as you looked into his eyes, trying to see if he was sincere.

His face was pained, his expression vulnerable as he stood in your doorway. You hesitated, trying to find the words to say.

He stepped closer to you, closing the space between you, the proximity causing your heart to skip a beat.

"I liked what we had, that part is true. But I never realized how I felt until you disappeared from my life."

You tried to breathe evenly as he reached out to take your hands, his touch gentle as he spoke again.

"I know I've been selfish this entire time, but I miss you. I miss everything about you."

His words pierced through your heart, leaving you speechless. You were frozen in place, trying to comprehend his words.

Minho closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his face. "I missed you."

The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, his hands holding yours tightly as he stared into your eyes, his gaze softening as you finally managed to reply.

"I missed you, too."

Without hesitation, you grabbed his face and pulled him in, crashing your lips together as his hands pulled you close to him, holding you as if you would disappear any second.

Your hands moved from his face to the nape of his neck as the kiss grew deeper, his lips parting as the two of you explored each other's mouths.

Minho's hands roamed your body as yours did his, a familiar warmth spreading through your body as you gave yourself to him once again.

You broke apart for air, panting as you tried to catch your breath. The two of you stood there in your doorway for a moment, catching your breaths and staring at each other, neither one wanting to let go.

You were still unsure of where your relationship stood, but as Minho's hand reached for your waist once more and pulled you close, his lips capturing yours again, all your worries seemed to disappear.

He guided you into your apartment, shutting the door behind him and backing you against the wall. Your hands found the back of his head once again as you melted into his touch, his kisses filled with longing.

His hand wandered up your back and into your hair as his other hand rested on your hip, a soft groan escaping his lips as the kiss grew deeper. You wrapped your leg around his, your body pressing against him as you held him close, trying to convey the emotions you couldn't put into words.

After a few minutes, you finally broke the kiss, looking into his eyes as you both panted softly. Your chest was pounding as you looked up at him, trying to read his expression.

He smiled softly at you, his face flushed from the intensity of the kiss. His eyes met yours and held your gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he took in your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair.

He reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead.

You felt a familiar warmth spreading through your chest at his touch, a small smile forming on your lips as you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned into him, your chest pressing against his as you hugged him tightly, your cheek resting against his.

He hugged you back, his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled your nose against his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness, the silence broken only by the soft sound of his heart beating.

The two of you stood in each other's arms for what felt like an eternity, but could have been minutes or hours. Time didn't exist anymore as the two of you held onto each other, neither one wanting to let go.

Finally, you reluctantly pulled away, looking into his eyes as you spoke. "We should probably talk properly."

His eyes searched yours, his expression serious as he nodded, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "Okay," he said softly.

You nodded, stepping away from him and moving to the living room, the distance between the two of you growing again. You sat down on the couch, your hands resting in your lap as you stared down at them.

Minho sat down next to you, his body tense as he watched you.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you gathered your thoughts. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words seemed to get caught in your throat, your voice coming out barely louder than a whisper. "I've loved you ever since we started sleeping together."

Minho's eyes widened slightly as he stared at you, his mouth slightly agape as your words registered with him. You felt a familiar pang of sadness in your chest as you remembered that time.

He looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn't you say anything?"

You bit your lip, struggling to find the right words. "I thought you knew. I would always bring up going further with you, but you dismissed me."

You looked down, fidgeting with your hands as you tried to hold back tears. "I just thought things would change if we put labels on things."

The silence in the air grew deafening as you looked up, your heart pounding as you saw tears forming in Minho's eyes. He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch light and reassuring.

"But I want those labels now, all of them," he whispered. "I'm so sorry I made you feel that way."

The tears that had been threatening to fall finally began to trickle down your cheeks as you looked up at him. "Minho, I thought you felt nothing for me."

He reached out and gently brushed the tears away from your face, his eyes filled with concern as he stared into your eyes.

Minho took a deep breath before continuing. "I know I've hurt you, but I never want to see you cry again."

Your chest ached as you tried to process his words. It was as if everything you had gone through since the 'break-up' was suddenly erased, as if none of it had mattered. You stared into his eyes, trying to figure out what to say.

Minho's lips curved up into a small smile as he cupped your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumb as he gazed into your eyes.

You reached up and wrapped your hands around his, holding onto them tightly as you felt a familiar warmth spreading through your chest at his touch.

"I want to try and start again, as your boyfriend," he said softly, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

You felt your heart racing as the words left his mouth, your chest tightening as he looked into your eyes, searching for your reaction.

You took a deep breath, your eyes closing for a second as you tried to steady yourself, the words that left his mouth feeling almost unreal. "Minho," you breathed. "Is this real? Are you serious?"

A smile broke out onto his face as he nodded. "If you'll let me, yes."

Without saying a word, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a kiss as your heart raced, the tears on your face now dried.

Minho kissed you back with equal intensity, his hands cupping your face as your hands tangled themselves into his hair. The kiss was soft and filled with longing as the two of you lost yourselves in the moment.

As your lips parted, you felt Minho's forehead pressed against yours as his hands traced down to the small of your back, holding you close. You closed your eyes and smiled, relishing the feeling of being in his arms once again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you, the two of you taking in the feeling of each other. It had only been a week, but it felt like a lifetime had passed.

"I'm your girlfriend now?" you asked hesitantly, still not sure if this was all real.

Minho laughed softly as he nodded. "You're my girlfriend," he confirmed, his voice filled with affection.

You laughed and leaned back, taking in his expression and memorizing the look in his eyes, feeling a warmth in your heart you hadn't felt for a while.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up with ease as you shrieked in surprise. He carried you to the bed and gently placed you down on the mattress as if you were made of glass, the mattress shifting from the weight of his body as he moved to lie beside you.

"What do we do now?" you asked softly as his hands cupped your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your lips as he leaned in for a tender kiss.

When he broke away, you found yourself expecting more, but he simply smiled at you as he laid back down and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you.

"This is all I want to do," he whispered, nuzzling your neck and kissing it lightly. "I want to fall asleep holding you and wake up beside you in the morning."

His words were tender as they reached your ears, making your heart melt.

"Okay," you breathed, pressing a kiss on his cheek and turning around so your back was facing his chest. You snuggled closer to him as he pulled you close, his hands resting on your abdomen and holding you tightly as he buried his face into your neck, kissing it.

You breathed in deeply, his scent surrounding you as your heart swelled with affection.

"Good night, I love you."

His voice was soft, but you could feel the emotion behind the words. You let out a soft sigh as your eyelids fluttered shut, the feeling of Minho holding you lulling you to sleep.

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satoru ending (wc : 1.6k ; cw : hospital room, brief description of the crash, mentions of death)

in your hospital bed, you feel small, you look small too. you're paler than usual, dark circles surround your tired eyes. you broke your left arm and now a cast envelops it.

“never scare me like that again” and a couple “i love you”s can be read on the white bandages, written by yuuji and kugisaki. flowers, ballons and a teddy bear decorate your room.

the doctor came by earlier, you're going to be okay. you should be out of the hospital in a few days. the police came too but megumi told them to come back tomorrow. you’re thankful he did.

megumi, yuuji and kugi look exhausted but they're smiling, you don’t have the heart to ask them to leave so you can rest. their presence is comforting, you’ll sleep later.

your ribs hurt when you breathe and even worse when you laugh, but you still reward yuuji’s poor attempts at lightening the mood with a chuckle. you can tell he needs it, you all need it.

when you recognized the driver as satoru’s former assistant, your heart missed a beat. you asked her to stop the car, but she started ranting to you, accusing you of ruining her life, of using people then discarding them.

you were so scared, you really thought you were going to die in that car. she kept speeding while not focusing on the road. going on and on about how you were a terrible person. and when she swerved off the road to avoid another car, you saw your life flash before your eyes. you saw the faces of everyone you would never get to see again. satoru’s face.

you’ll never forget the fear you felt when the car flipped over.

your thoughts are interrupted by frantic knocks on the bedroom door, megumi invites them in.

satoru walks in, he looks like a shell of himself, his hair is messy, his eyes are red.

“we’ll leave you two alone.” megumi says to you, his hand on your shoulder, before gesturing for everyone else to leave the room.

he sits down in the chair next to your bed, panic still evident in his eyes. “how are you feeling?”

“better now that you’re here.” you give him a soft smile, taking his hand in yours. you see him visibly relax.

“are you in pain?”

“a little, but i’m okay don’t worry.”

“i’ll always worry about you.”

“i know.” you say with a small smile.

“i was so scared.” the words hang in the air, raw and vulnerable. he’s staring down at your joined hands. “it’s my fault it happened. i never thought she’d take it this far, i’m so sorry.”

even if it hurts to speak, you need to say this. for him.

“how could you have guessed that your ex-assistant was insane to the point of stalking me for months and pretend to be my uber to confront me, or kill me i don’t really know what was her plan… that she would lose control of the car and that we’d have an accident. even a psychic couldn’t predict that satoru.”

hearing it out loud, it sounds ridiculous. satoru chuckles halfheartedly, wiping off a stray tear, but he stays silent.

“do you know why i was in that car?” you say barely above a whisper, squeezing his fingers to get his attention. he turns his head to look at you, you can clearly see the tears in his eyes now. he shakes his head.

“because you had an interview?”

“it’s funny because i was doing the interview, answering the same old questions and i started talking about my love for music, how it’s my passion and the only thing i want to do in life, how i feel like it’s what i was born to do you know?” he nods along, “but while i was rambling on and on, something felt wrong, it was different from all the other times i’d given that same speech. because all i could think about was you. that’s how i feel about you too. i love you, and i’m tired of pretending i don’t.”

his eyes widen, bottom lip quivering as he starts full on crying, tears streaming down his face and you panic, trying to wipe them away.

“i didn’t want to make you cry! i’m sorry satoru! i take it ba-” before you can finish your sentence, he places his hand on your mouth.

“don’t even think about taking it back.” he sniffles, melting into your touch, your hand still on his cheek. “i’m just a little emotional today, i’m fine. i love you too, more than you can even imagine.” he takes his hand off your mouth.

you exhale deeply, relieved to see he stopped crying. “okay, good…”

he takes both of your hands in his, looking into your eyes as he speaks. “i know it’s probably not what you want, given how much you love what you do and how hard you worked for all of this, but i need to say it. if this was the one thing that makes you want to quit, i get it. because a part of me wants to convince you to quit too. i don’t think i could stand losing you, these past few hours have felt like a living hell, and i would give up on everything if it meant keeping you safe, next to me. so just say the word, now or in 5 months, and i’ll leave it all behind, for you. If you’ll let me, of couse.” he looks down where your hands are joined, his voice trembling slightly. “but if you choose to keep going, i swear to protect you, i won’t let anything like this happen ever again.”

you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes. “i’ll think about it,” you say softly. “i’m probably going to take a break but i don’t want to quit. i’m not saying i’ll never change my mind, but i love what i do too much.” you give him a reassuring smile. “and how likely is it that i’d get stalked twice, right?” you chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood.

he shakes his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips but worry still clear on his face.

“i’ve never seen you so serious ‘toru. come on, smile.” you say with a pout, poking his cheek where his dimple usually is. his smile grows a bit but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. still, it’s good enough for now. your voice hoarse, you say warmly, “oh there it is.”

you scoot over to the side of the bed, tapping on the covers to invite him to join you.

“come. you can’t say no, i almost died today.”

“i wouldn't dream of saying no.”

he climbs on, careful not to touch your cast, he wraps his arms around you, gently, like he’s afraid of breaking you.

in his embrace, the tension that has been gripping your body since the accident begins to ease. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms you down. you finally feel safe, for the first time since the crash. the hospital room and the pain fade away, and all that remains is the warmth of his body against yours.

you close yours eyes, his fingers trace soothing patterns on your arm.

“can i tell you a story?” his voice is soft, gentle.

you nod, “sure.”

“do you remember when we met?”

“yeah,” you say, a chuckle escaping despite the pain. “i thought you were an asshole.”

he coughs, clearing his throat awkwardly. “well, i was… but…”

“but?” you ask, curiosity piqued.

“but,” he continues, “the moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be someone important to me. you had this fire in your eyes, this determination. even though you were giving me the cold shoulder, i couldn’t help but be drawn to you.”

you tilt your head, gazing up at him. “really? i always thought you just enjoyed getting under my skin.”

he laughs warmly, the sound a comforting wave against your back. “maybe a little. but that was just my way of trying to get close to you. i remember watching you from across the room that first night, thinking, ‘i have to get to know her.’ there was something about you, something that called me.”

the memory of that night comes back to you. “you were so cocky, acting like you owned the place.”

he chuckles a bit sheepishly, a whine escaping his lips, “i’m sorryyyy, i was trying to impress you and it backfired. i really didn’t want to make a fool of myself…”

“and yet you did.” you tease lightly.

“and look where that got me.” he grins, tightening his hold on you.

there’s a moment of silence before he speaks up again, “so… am i your boyfriend now?”

you hum, “hm if you’d do me the honor yes.”

“and you’re my girlfriend?” he whispers into your neck, you can feel him smile against your skin.

“that’s usually how it works yes.” you mumble as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

fun facts :

satoru's the one who changed his contact name to "my pest"

they moved in together a few months after the accident

satoru's already thinking about proposing after one year together and yn has to keep reminding him that they don't have to rush it

megumi and yn still see each other often despite not living together anymore, and they keep working together too

author's note

ignore if some things dont make sense :3

satoru got his happy ending, megumi and maki are next dw !! 😗😗

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part thirty-eight - the end

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Eddie draws on the edge of Steve’s hip, where his shirt rides up from stretching across Eddie’s bed. He’s humming to himself a song Steve doesn’t recognize, but it soothes him.

“What are you drawing?” Steve speaks softly; something about the moment feels gentle. He doesn’t want to break it.

“Hmmm, it’s a secret.” Eddie peaks beneath his bangs and smiles.

Steve leans up on his elbows, “Well, that’s not fair; I think I should know what’s going on my body?”

Eddie only looks at him with mischief as he continues to doodle. “Be grateful, Harrington. You’re getting an original Munson for free.”

Steve can’t help the laugh that escapes him. It is just like Eddie to say something like that. Playful and mean, it makes something settle in Steve. For a long time, he only knows the pain from harsh comments or a sentence with a bite. It is a welcomed change, to feel a bubble of happiness after a light jab.

“Whatever you say, Munson. Just let me see.” Steve tries to push up further to sneak a peek, but Eddie uses his free hand to push him down to the bed. He just happens to catch Steve off guard, sending him into a sprawl that can only be described as a starfish.

“I’m not finished yet.” Eddie grabs his hips and pins him still while he draws. After a few more moments, he says, “Done!”

Steve looks at his work and releases a snort that breaks the careful tension between them. “Are those boobs?”

“Why yes, they are, and a good representation if I say so myself.”

“Do you even know what boobs look like? Like the live version?” Steve knows he should be mad at the sharpie-drawn breasts on his body, but he can’t find it in him to have an angry tone.

“We’ll no. I don’t. And I would much prefer to keep it that way.”

Steve chokes on his spit a little bit, “Did you just come out to me, Eds?”

Steve isn’t sure what he expects. Denial, maybe, Eddie taking back what he said. Steve knows he isn’t handling this right. He doesn’t think Robin would be too happy with his response.

Steve thinks maybe he should see a little bit of fear in Eddie’s demeanor. That shakiness that comes with telling someone a dangerous secret.

What he gets, in the end, isn’t something he could have predicted. Eddie smiles softly, a little bit of his tooth peeking out, and lays his head gently on Steve’s leg. He’s calm and collected. He’s happy, Steve realizes.

“Yea, I guess I did. Not like it was much of a secret, though. Are you upset?” Eddie draws soft circles around the drawing on Steve’s hip—the rough callous on his thumb contradicting his tender touch.

Once again, although the conversation should be anxious, it’s not. Eddie’s question is spoken like he already knows the answer. Maybe he does.

“No, Eddie. I’m not mad. Never would be for that. Just thought it was a funny way of sharing a secret. Though, gotta admit, a very you way of doing it.”

This time Eddie throws his head back when he laughs, before settling back down on Steve’s leg. His giggles never really settled. “Like I said, Stevie wasn’t much of a secret anyway. Well, between us, that is at least. I like to think some, if not all, the kids are oblivious.”

“Erica definitely knows.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in mischief, “Oh, for sure. Pretty sure she would kick the others' asses, too, if they gave me shit for it. And she kicks hard too.”

It’s Steve’s turn to laugh. He’s never had this before, this casualness to serious conversations. Before, Steve is used to screaming and punching, drunken confessions in the bathroom, and throwing up on the mall floor. It isn’t like this, now, with Eddie in his trailer bedroom. It’s good. It’s safe.

“Thank you for telling me, Eds. Something like that is hard to share no matter who you tell it to.”

The softness is back again, “Like I said wasn’t much of a secret. Besides, I don’t think there isn’t any secret of mine you don’t know, Stevie. I think even when I don’t tell you, you kinda already know, don’t you?”

Steve leans one arm forward, while he places his weight on one elbow. He gently takes Eddie’s face in one hand, rubbing circles in the same motion as Eddie’s thumb on his hip.

God, I want to kiss him so bad sometimes, Steve thinks.

“Yea, I already know.”

[c0ffinshit]

Hello, You. (Dexter Morgan x Stalker!Reader) PROLOGUE

a/n: hello, you. (get it? hehe). ANYWAYS sorry i've been gone for a while. i've literally been depressed for like months but I'M OKAY NOW. i promise. so, in honor of my mental health being good now, i wrote this story about a reader who REALLY needs to see a doctor. word count: 1,466 warnings: dead dove: do not eat, mentions of attempted rape (and rape in general), assault, borderline psychopath reader, stalking, like one mention of abortion, joe goldberg core CHAPTER ONE

Hello, you. Dexter Morgan, you sick and beautiful freak of nature. I know what you’ve done. I’ll stay quiet for now since I’m such a good girlfriend. Well, about the girlfriend part. You don’t know yet. But you will soon, my love.

I would tell you how long I’ve been following you, but I fear it would make you more likely to run the other way. But the thing about that is I don’t want you gone yet. You don’t know yet that you desire me to. The same way I enjoy and crave you.

Ever since Rita died, your life has been fading colors, Dexter. You lack a desire, a need to kill, and feel that release. And I understand that better than anyone. Sure, the context may differ for us, but it always leads down the same path. You don’t have that drive, but I do. And more importantly, I want to give you that purpose you feel you lack. I’ve done everything to get your eyes to meet mine, but everything never works. It’s like I’m some piece of glass you can ignore. You want to look past me, Dexter, but I find that incredibly flustering when I’m standing there. I’ve quit jobs at places frequently and wore heavy makeup and ugly clothes, all for you. You can’t ignore me forever, Dexter.

Now I sit in a nearly empty store, just for you. It’s like I said, you can’t ignore me for long.

The store is bland and uninteresting, a place I would never expect you to be. Of course, this is where you’ll see me finally. You wouldn’t be able to unsee me. I’ve dyed my hair and changed my appearance. It’ll be hard to recognize me of the changes I’ve made. I know you’ll think: I’ve seen this girl before, but I can’t place where. But the truth is that you’ve noticed me in everything your eyes have touched. At supermarkets and malls, where I just watch you and your children enjoy a day out together. Then, your wife was murdered brutally by the Trinity Killer. Now, did I have connections to the Trinity Killer to cause her death? No, unfortunately. The death of your wife was still all him. But I quickly struck when I knew it was my time to shine. The children, not including Harrison, were finally gone. Now that I can manage. You, Harrison, and I could finally be the perfect family together.

But you had to make things complicated. First, it was Lila West. Now, I don’t like cheaters, Dexter. But here’s the thing about that. It's hard to compare all of your actions and say that cheating on your wife is the worst of them.

She was a serial arsonist. Lila didn’t understand anything about you, but she was good at taking care of your so-called addiction to heroin. You told her what she wanted to comprehend. Lila tried to save you when you were unsavable in her eyes. She wanted to save the unsavable.

Next thing you know, she’s off to France after almost killing you and Rita’s children in a house fire. She ran from you when you didn’t choose her over your wife. Pathetic, honestly. As much as I can say that I would do the same, I would be wrong. Dexter, I’ve known you for years now. We were coming up on our fourth year together. My fourth year in your life without you knowing of my existence.

Then that girl came into your life. What’s her name?

Oh, right, Lumen—the poor girl from Minnesota who sweetly begged for your help in the killing of her rapists. As much as she got in my way, I will admit, I did like her for you.

If I failed to exist, you would've destined to be with her. How funny fate works, though, since she left your sight in the blink of an eye. Was that my doing? For the most part, it was all her. Lucky me that I didn’t have to do anything before she told you that her dark passenger had left her and how she finally managed to heal from the torment. It's funny how someone so tortured by her past could move on so quickly, unlike you, who seems forever stuck in that cargo container.

My point is every girl in your life has left you in some capacity.

And the only male figure in your life failed you. I, however, understand that you don’t need saving or fixing. Killing is a part of you. Harry made that very clear to you. He tried to save you by shaping you into a hero. But as we both know, that didn’t last very long.

Now you’re here in Iron Lake, New York. Ten years clear from killings. I’m sitting outside the homely yet bland store, waiting for you to leave. Yes, I plan to follow you home. But I have a good reason. Tonight’s the night I tell you of the accident you saved me from, how you caught the man that could’ve killed me that very night. You rescued me by slaughtering him.

You probably don’t remember that night. I don’t blame you for that. It was just another kill for you. But allow me to enlighten you.

It was when you were still in Miami, November 1st, about nine at night.

I was leaving a bar after another sad night alone. A man follows me out of the bar. I can’t remember his name or his face. You would be better at recognizing his name and his face than me. All I do recall is someone grabbing me as I left, pulling me into an alley. His hand covered my screams, his other holding a hunting knife to my throat.

"Shut the fuck up, or this goes straight through your fucking neck." The man threatened, pressing the knife deeper into my neck.

I’d be powerless my whole life, always a second choice, but I never pled for what happened to me. But I don’t blame him for what he targeted me—a vulnerable young woman leaving a bar in early November. It’s a recipe for murder.

My voice tries to scream out more, my body thrashing against his. The man's grip moves away from my mouth, moving down my body. I feel tears swell in my eyes as his hand pulls up my skirt and pulls down my panties. I knew where this was going, and I was terrified. I couldn’t afford a police investigation or an abortion. I would have to carry the baby, that fucking rape baby.

Suddenly, the knife he was holding drops out of his hand. His threatening pleas of my silence turn hushed as I hear his body thud against the pavement. The loose rocks and debris scratch against his body as you drag him away. My eyes are shut tight, too scared to open them. But I knew it was you, the Bay Harbor Butcher. Things like this were happening all over the city. Stories of your heroism, saving all walks of life. You were a hero, never the villain. I just never thought it would happen to me.

The dragging briefly turns shushed as I feel your eyes on me. "Go. Run far." You say in a hushed tone.

My eyes shoot open, and it feels like my feet think for me. I do as you say. I ran, and I ran fast. My feet and lungs held my body as upright as they could. Finally, I reached a gas station near my apartment before I became tired. I ran five miles the night, just on adrenaline alone.

That’s how you saved my life that night, Dexter. Three words. You had given me a purpose and something to fight for.

It wasn’t hard to find you after that. I searched in forums across the internet, talking of this Bay Harbor Butcher persona of yours. Of course, I never encountered you on any of those, which I should’ve figured. So, my search efforts had become ten times harder. So, I did what any logical person would do and found patterns within your murders, all criminals who either went under the radar or were recently released. You try to save the people, like some sick and twisted Batman. When, if anything, you follow closer to Bateman than the caped crusader. I did what a cop or detective couldn’t have done in a year. After all that time and effort, I found your name and shady Iron Lake cabin: Dexter Morgan, a man in the countryside with a girlfriend who's a cop. Shame for her since she won’t live to hear my declaration. But even if she does, she won’t like what she hears.

[catchingdaydreams]

Dungeon Meshi spoiler

Theory time : Laios greatest desires

It's been bugging me about what Laios greatest desires are as there are different ways to portray it. So here's my interpretation.

Firstly I want to acknowledge that Laios is still or some what is still the ultimate monster. Whatever he wrote down in his book describing the ultimate monster abilities (not physical appearances I'm focusing on) came true in one way, shape and form. Firstly, the ability to consume the lions desire in the first place. Secondly, in the side stories his poop actually creates a forest. Now the quote "can change shape" actually occurs twice throughout the series (so far).

Firstly turning into the monster and secondary, turning back to a human. The second time was not an act of the Lion as said quote "no magic works on it", thus it is completely Laios doing to shape shift freely. It's also interesting to note that both times he sheds his skin when changing into a new form. Like why this specially? Funny enough we do see this other time, as he turns into a wolf in his dreams to save his friend from the nightmares.

Furthermore, while turning back into a tall man, he isn't completely monster free. His aura remains that other monsters still recognize and therefore fear him.

The idea that weaker monsters fear stronger monsters to the extent of avoiding them is mentioned many times throughout the series. For example Senshi talks about how delicate the food chain is and that a stronger monster (squid/ krachen one) caused an imbalance to the abundance of other species. Naturally dragons are known to be one of the strongest monsters in the dungeon, as Thistle set a variety of different species to kill his party. Yet a common thing arises, coexist is near non-existent as power overall dominates all (either by kicking others off their territory or eating the weaker one). This Laios presence being the ultimate monster is not only removing other strong-ish monsters but disrupting the overall food chain.

Now that I establish what I think Laios is I want to drive it back to what his ultimate desire was. Here are some common ideas that I've seen from others on what his curse was:

To never turn back into the ultimate monster again.

Laios has repeatedly mentioned that he wanted to be another race and fauns over Falins chimera form. So never being able to shape shift again could be his curse.

Never will be full.

This theory stems from when Laios is still eating the dragon despite his friends being full/stick from overeating. They make a comment of concern when Laios says he's not really full yet. There is also speculation from one of the panel of Laios being dramatic as he tried to eat a walking mushroom.

Monsters fearing him and/or fail to cultivate them

In my opinion all of these are correct. Yet how?

Laios cannot eat monsters anymore

It was the main driver/theme thought the series from him and his group to eat monsters to survive. Yet little by little Laios ambitious desire to eat monsters for survival quickly became for the pleasure of taste. This isn't a bad thing, as I would like to clarify. Yet the Winged Lion doesn't really have a grasp of humanity and sees desire as desire, thus is exploiting Laios to go down a gluttonous path. And it does this by offering/guide them to a variety of monsters and access to water and basic needs for cooking. This though doesn't work as Laios is Laios. He isn't selfish. His desires for monsters mixed with the need for acceptance is heavily stated with wanted to integrate and cultivate monsters up on the surface. Furthermore, as he's not alone unlike other dungeon masters such as Thistle or Mithrun, his actions are quickly dispelled if they are reckless. For instance Senshi makes a very important note of keeping the ecosystem in balance and to not over take/kill species as it would upset the food chain. Without his party, gluttony would further be his downfall.

Yet becoming the ultimate monster can also be seen as a gluttonous ideal. He's a apex predator, thus like an actual apex predator no one is able to challenge him / prevent him on what he can or cannot eat eat. The only downfall to his survival is his abundance of prey. Heck being able to eat the lion's desire also alludes to his power of gluttony too.

So with the curse, wouldn't it be ironic to prevent his desire to eat monsters. Being the ultimate monster is now a double edged sword as prey escapes him. He cannot share his desires for eating monsters amongst his people anymore, thus the quotes or trial and error from the epilogue pages. Even if he gets his hands on a monster he cannot truly enjoy eating it, as it never makes him full, which can be interpreted from the epilogue page as well. One might look at the page and interpret as him getting ill from eating the walking mushroom too.

Basically, Laios, as a monster, cannot be a part of an ecological process such as a food webs. He wanted to be accepted and liked by his peers, now he's rejected by nature. Forced to crave for the taste of monsters flesh but it remains elusive.

Forever unsatisfied

By ones desire

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

[motherlvr]

reflections

Request: "Omg I have an idea where in this universe miles is the prowler and y/n spider-women but in the spider miles can you make it where y/n is the prowler and miles is Spider-Man and they like meet like how they did here"

thank you for the req and your patience!

wc: around 0.6k

Pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x Spider-woman! Reader, Earth! 1610! Miles Morales x Prowler! Reader

Warnings: minimal cursing, established relationship, nothing really, the multiverse is confusing

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This was not in the terms and conditions of becoming Spider-woman. In fact, this was probably one of the things you should've abstained from considering you were Brooklyn's most honorable vigilante. Then again, that would also mean you'd have to refrain from dating the Prowler. Or being associated with him. You broke that rule a while ago.

Did this make you a kidnapper? Or at least, aiding and assisting in a kidnapping.

Your boyfriend, Miles, had restrained a version of himself on a punching bag. The Spider-man version of himself. You almost felt sympathetic for him. As the variant tried to convince your boyfriend to let him go, you felt your spider-sense go off.

Only a moment later, your senses were correct as usual. A portal appeared next to the three of you. With a strange figure marching out of it.

The portal's luminous light nearly blinded you as you squinted your eyes. You could barely make out the figure marching towards you. But then you recognized her. "No way." You gasped, cupping your hand over your mouth. How did you not think about the possibility of this occurring?

It was like looking into a mirror. Except, this mirror must've shattered during shipping. She wasn't by any means a reflection of you. She wasn't Spider-woman. No, she was the Prowler. Suited head to toe in gear. And she looked pissed beyond comprehension.

Miles and you immediately became defensive. You readied your webs, "Who the hell are you?" you demanded.

She sneered at you, "More like, who the hell are you?" Taking in your appearance, she looked you up and down with a glower. Her face recoiled at the sight of a heroic, vigilante version of herself.

In response to her hostility, you said, "I'm Spider-woman, who else would I be?" You rolled your eyes at her. In no universe would you ever consider becoming the Prowler. That wasn't the case for her, however.

"That's funny. I'm the Prowler. But I assume you already know that." She growled as she wound up her claws, ready to pounce on you. She protectively stood in front of your boyfriend's impersonator. The Spider-bitten version of your lover. The Spider-man clone seemed to be relieved that she came for him. The fear dissipated from his face.

You suddenly had a revelation.

"Oh my god, babe. They're us but swapped." You grabbed onto your boyfriend's arm, shaking him. You couldn't fathom what you were witnessing. It was now evident to you that she was here to rescue her beloved Spider-man. You belonged together in every universe, it seemed.

"Who says you're not the ones swapped?" She lowered her guard as she sassed, putting her hands on her hips. Seeing the Prowler variant of you act so un-villain-like was certainly a change of pace.

Yeah, she was definitely a variant of you. You tried to contain your laugh, reminding yourself that she was supposed to be your rival. She's supposed to be the bad guy in your story. But so was your boyfriend.

Leaning over to your Miles, you whispered to him, "I know I shouldn't, but I like her."

Regarding your comment, Miles told you composedly, "That makes one of us."

[frudoo]

Bells Ring (2)

Title: Bells Ring

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm (scratching), blood. One slap. Ewan is a warning of his own lmao.

MDNI

You’ve never succumbed to torture, but you can only imagine it hurts about as much as watching Ewan devour his overcooked steak without a care in the world, as if you haven’t just discovered that he has done the worst thing a spouse could do to you, his wife. It is pure agony being the only one to know of his affair. You’re not even sure if he’s noticed your lack of appetite or the pain in your expression. You’re not sure any of them have.

The prongs of your fork scrape against the fine china plate with a piercing screech, and three sets of curious eyes fall upon your flinching figure. You feel about as small as a junebug and just as inferior. The small grin you had seen on your husband’s face while he ate disappears when he looks at you, replaced by an annoyed downturn of his lips.

“Ye wuid be wise tae mind yer manners,” Ewan hisses, cold eyes narrowing at you before returning to the meal in front of him.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” you whisper, biting your lip to hold back the tears that threaten to spill from your red-tinged eyes.

“Wha’s gotten intae ye anywey?” Your husband questions, and you stiffen, the room suddenly suffocating, making you gasp for precious breath as your silverware drops onto the table with a clang.

“A-apologies, may I… I should like to cool down in my chambers,” you ramble, quickly standing from your chair and nearly tripping yourself in the process.

Ewan’s booming, irritated voice follows behind you as you rush through the halls, but you ignore him, desiring nothing more than to curl up beneath your duvet and cry your shriveled little heart out. Unfortunately you were not quick enough. Your husband slams his hand down on your shoulder and spins you so that you’re facing him, his dark eyebrows pinched together and pupils so shrunken you’d think he was about to berate a naughty dog. Perhaps that is how he sees you and precisely what he plans to do.

“Ye listen t’me,” you can feel the hot puffs of air escaping his nose like an irate dragon breathing fire, and fleetingly you wonder if the princesses locked up in those towers far, far away were not quite so miserable.

Despite his crystal clear demands, your mind does not process a single word your husband is saying, even as he presses your back against the wall and traps you in—funny, that very gesture used to make giddy heat blossom in your lower belly, and now it just makes your head pound with irritation and despair. You see his stubbled mouth moving and distantly recognize them as words you’re familiar with, but it’s as if no sound makes it to your ears.

“I read your letter,” you blurt out, causing Ewan to stop in the middle of his lecture.

A kaleidoscope of emotions twist in his oceanic eyes before settling on a devastating display of fear and rapidly heightening anger. Your husband scoffs, stepping back to cross his arms like a petulant child told they cannot open their Christmas present early. He’s utterly speechless, and perhaps you shouldn’t say anything more, but slippery words spill from your mouth before you can gather the sense to stop them on your tongue.

“I know it was not my place-”

“Ye’re reit, it wasnae yers tae-”

“Your Highness, please, just allow me to explain,” your bottom lip puckers as you reach out to place your hands on his chest, but he jerks away from your touch with a grimace. “I know it was not my place to read something of yours, but the fragrance on it was one I did not recognize. At first, I believed it may have been a relative of yours I was not made aware of, but that is not true, is it?”

Ewan’s gaze falls to the floor beneath his feet, but no effort to speak is made. His silence tugs at your heartstrings, and for once, it is not grief you feel but anger. Betrayal.

“Who is Coralie?” You question, pushing your foot between his to startle him into meeting your eyes once again. “As your wife, you owe me that.”

Still, no sound makes itself known from his traitorous lips, and it is enough to prove your suspicions as though the evidence had not already revealed itself to you. When you turn on your heels to continue the journey to your chambers, he does not dare follow you. There is no need to glance over your shoulder to know that he is still stood in place with that same dreadful expression on his face.

Your hands are shaking when you sit at the edge of your bed. Your nerves feel like they have been set ablaze, sharp pinpricks dancing across your skin viciously. Your senses are overwhelmed, your head is pounding, and the tremors swimming through you are the breaking point. A raspy scream rises from your throat, ricocheting off of the walls and startling the maids as well as yourself. You try to claw the pain away, digging your nails into your skin and scraping as hard as you can until blood cakes beneath the keratin.

An infinite amount of hands come rushing toward you from all over the palace, holding you down or giving you something to drink so that you can relax. The taste of honey and tart cherries runs down your aching throat before your body finally exhausts itself and you cannot fight them off any longer. In your chambers remain the nurse and a couple of laundresses who could not bear to leave you in this state.

The elixir you’d been given must have finally worked its way into your body, as sleep comes easy for you while the nurse cleans your wounds and bandages you up. She ties off the last tourniquet expertly, patting your hand fondly before pulling away to look you over. You are at peace in your sleep, no thoughts of your husband’s adultery making their way into your dreams, no fits stirring you from your slumber. It is the best sleep you have had in months.

Ewan is not quite so lucky, nervously shifting on both feet in the presence of his father. King MacTavish looks ready to have his head served up on a silver platter, his knuckles white from how tightly they grip his chair. Before your husband gets the chance to speak, his father inhales deeply, gruff voice rumbling lowly.

“Ah’ve tolerated this… quarrel ‘tween ye and yer wife fer long enough, now, but the state she is in—the state ye put ‘er in—is shameful,” John frowns, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Wha’ were yer vows tae yer wife?”

“Da, ah dinnae understand-” John interrupts the baffled younger man, raising his large hand with a flick of his wrist.

“Mus’ ah repeat such a simple question? Answer me, no’ as yer father, bu’ as yer king.”

“Tae have an’ tae hold, fer better fer worse, fer richer fer poorer, in sickness an’ in health, tae love and tae cherish, till death do us part,” Ewan sighs, head lifted slightly to look at his father for approval.

“Continue,” John raises an eyebrow, displeased with the pathetic look on the prince’s face.

Ewan sucks in a deep breath through his nose, biting the side of his tongue to avoid raising his voice to the older man the way he so desperately desires to. Even upset, he knows better.

“Wit’ this ring ah thee wed, wit’ mah body ah thee worship, an’ wit’ all mah worldly goods ah thee endow, in the name of the Father, an’ of the Son, an’ of the Holy Ghost.”

“Ye made those vows ‘fore God, aye?” The king questions, fingertips tapping along the armrests of his seat.

“Aye, sir,” your husband nods, eyes darting all around the room nervously.

“Then why is yer wife bed-bound wit’ only the nurse tae keep ‘er company?” The king frowns. “Did she no’ make the same vows? Was she no’ there fer ye when ye fell ill some time ago?”

“Aye, she was, bu’... Father, we are no’...” Ewan hesitates, pulling at the hangnails adorning his fingertips.

“Speak, boy. Ah ken there is somethin’ ye’re keepin’ from me.”

“Ah’ve fallen fer another,” Ewan mutters, and the room falls silent—if someone were to drop a quill, the sound would resonate throughout the entire area.

“Pardon?” John speaks after an uncomfortable amount of quiet, his ordinarily blue eyes nearly black with emotion.

“When ah wen’ tae Paris, ah met a lass, an’... we fell in love.”

The king shuts his eyes and nods shortly, rising to his feet and slowly approaching his son. The prince flinches when John gets close, and rightfully so—he does not hesitate to slap the younger man’s cheek with the back of his hand, hard enough to leave red marks on both of them. Shocked, Ewan grabs his affected cheek and looks at his father with perched eyebrows and a hurt pout on his lips.

“Father-”

“Ye are nae son o’mine,” John spits, jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth grind, the dull ache overlooked in the midst of his rage. “Return tae yer chambers. Ah dinnae wish tae see ye a moment longer.”

Now playing the part of the kicked dog, Ewan follows orders and sits at the edge of his bed, seething.

[gege-wondering-around]

can i just say that Elizabeth and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice are the old school version of Stiles and Derek?

Cause i will shout this from my balcony till it breaks beneath me!

Stiles (Elizabeth or if you want, 'lizzy') not giving a flying f about Derek (Darcy) cause this rich dude has no care for others and just runs on raw pride, which lead all his decisions. Which ultimately makes him look like the worst man on earth to Stiles' eyes, which is why he stays away from Derek.

But then, solitary man Derek will start to fall in love with this intelligent and fine creature (stiles) because he couldn't be more difficult to get!

Stiles doesn't care about society, stiles is sharp and of an intellectual awareness that defy every man in search of the tipycal silly type to ask for marriage, and Derek cannot stress himself enough about this sweet, pretty thing dancing around at balls and answering rudeness with politeness mixed with the most sublime undertone of confidence and assertiveness.

cause stiles doesn't care about money or status, stiles cares about marrying someone he truly loves and when he realized derek did love him, he felt sooooo ashamed of how judgemental he had been of this poor man who just wanted his hand! because derek loved him enough to forgive stiles for his harsh words towards him (cause stiles thought of him as a bad individual and spoke of it to him) from the past and was then a more genuine version of himself.

And as Derek and Stiles tangle their lives together because of friends and family, they end up as the most tight knot that will not be undone! especially after derek hear about stiles' high chin and firm words of 'i may not be engaged to him now, but fear i may will' that he spoke to Derek's aunt when she went to stiles to disagree of their possibile engagement

and what did stiles do?

respond to the rudeness of this lady with the sharpest and most confidence tone of 'we will choose for ourselves' which, when derek heard about this, made him go so out of his path to get stiles.

because they didn't know each other, then they did, and they fell in love. and they weren't going to NOT act on it.

(summary: enemies to lovers. which is now my new obsession- yes, i never invested into enemies to lovers, but now i might do some digging)

I'm gonna write a retelling of this so bad.

imagine.

this kind of pretty stiles (with a sharp tongue and pretty look that defy how his mind actually thinks and hides how much 'intellectual power' he has since, for the time the story it's set in, lizzy is an unusual brave woman who would rather marry the poor guy, love of her life over the rich, cold man with money)

pretty because lizzy is viewed as a very pretty women who is recognized as such in society (which dancy then calls 'the most beautiful women I've even seen in my entire life' after someone says she's not even that pretty)

who's personality can go from this ⬇️

yk, funny, outgoing, polite (sort of) and overall a wonderful presence to have conversations with and engage in sharing opinions and dance with during balls (in which her figure is gracefully dancing and all the other stuff i dont remember)

to this ⬇️

a wonderful undertone of 'f you with respect' and 'who do you think you are', who will also be able to undo you in 30 seconds in a verbal battle cause he has the intelligence and intellectual knowledge to do so and WILL do so without much regards for consequences cause he'll do so in a way that will makes it unable for you to bite back cause you'll end up the one being labeled as rude.

pared with

this angry looking fool, who looks more arrogant than anything most of the day, to most people (and even those who knows him talk very little of his doings, because he hides his true emotions and intentions. and despite pride being his fuel, he's still a caring man who is not talk about much if not for his money = they talk about his fortune and not the values he has, despite the sort of 'contorted' way in which everything is based on pride)

(which could also be older, but who know what I'll end up choosing when i write this - because yes, i love older men ⬇️)

who, ultimately, will look at stiles like this⬇️

because 'damn, you are the only person i want by my side for the rest of my life' and he wont be able to move his gaze elsewhere cause despite being an a-hole to stiles for the major part of theirshared time, he was still able to redeem himself by showing his kindness and actually gets stiles.

while stiles is like

because after pulling up the bad facade of 'i dont give a f about you cause i think you are rude', he felt ashamed when he found he was wrong about him but then darcy (derek) forgives him and he can't hold his feelings anymore and just shows everything through his eyes and the soft laughter he lets out when they talk cause he has still to process how much these two are gonna love each other (this, before they are engaged)

so.

I'll buy the book (cause i read a school fitted version of it), annotate things, write down some coherent line of plot and one day, I'll write everything down.

till then, I'll scream about this from my balcony, thanks for have come to this sort of tedtalk.

and this is for you, my sweet @dontcallpanic, i hope you'll like my little gift as I'm still working, rather slowly, on my replies for you 🩵🫂

[deathmetalunicorn1]

teen reader who comes from our world with our version of Greek/other version mythology which is different from the ror world. Like reader being deathly terrified of Aphrodite(cue confused and slightly upset Aphrodite) since she appears to give harsh treatment to other beautiful women in some versions. Reader being confused Shiva didn’t destroy Zeus since apparently he’s stronger than him, etc. (hope I didn’t get any info wrong, sorry if I did)

-It had been an accident, you had been caught between two feuding gods, and due to it, you were sent to an alternate universe, one that didn’t seem so… so violent.

-There was still violence in this new world, but there seemed to be less of it.

-You found yourself in the alternate dimension’s Valhalla, which looked like a paradise, and after you arrived, literally with a bang, flash banging everyone, they were all stunned to see you there, looking confused as to where you were.

-The humans and gods, many whom you recognized but they weren’t the same as the ones you knew- something you were easily able to tell.

-Zeus was patient, listening to your words, about this other world, not overly afraid of him. He stroked his beard, a little confused, “Y/N- why aren’t you afraid of me?”

-You tilted your head to the side, confused, “You seem pretty nice, but you’re not one of the gods I had a lot of interactions with, Shiva killed you because he was stronger than you.”

-Shiva and Zeus looked at each other in shock and Shiva sent him a small grin before Zeus quickly responded, “Don’t even think about it.” Which caused some laughter to flitter through the room.

-You told them other things, looking around at the different warriors and gods around you- they were so unlike the ones you were used to, but they seemed curious about you, wanting to know more about their alternate dimension counterparts.

-Aphrodite approached you and many were stunned, Aphrodite included, when you reeled back in fear, looking downright terrified of her as you stammered, trying not to look directly at her.

-Aphrodite then spoke, “Y/N- why are you so scared of me?” you hesitated in answering, as your Aphrodite was a cruel woman, who wouldn’t hesitate to torture others whom she felt was a threat to her own beauty, men and women alike, and she was known to cut down those who she felt were unworthy when they looked at her.

-You told her the truth, hoping she would be forgiving if you told her the truth, you weren’t expecting to see so many, Loki, Buddha, several of the humans, and Zeus, to start roaring with laughter while Aphrodite pouted, looking annoyed that she was such a vengeful goddess- she used to be, but not so much anymore, and nothing to the degree you were describing her as.

-Loki slid up beside you, looking mischievous, “What about me?” you looked at him, “You’re the one who caused Ragnarok in my world- after you killed Baldr with mistletoe, then you brought Fenrir and the world serpent with the funny name to attack the gods. Fenrir ate Odin and Thor fought the serpent before dying from being poisoned. You then died after fighting Heimdall when you tried to escape.”

-Jaws were dropped and eyes were wide as Loki looked a bit sheepish, being glared at by Odin and Thor, “Hey now- I would never do that- but I do have to admit I am impressed!”

-Thor was quick to take a swing at him, making Loki hide behind you while Hercules was stunned, “Your world sure sounds scary Y/N- it’s almost intimidating to hear about the gods of your world.”

-You nodded softly, “I did my best to survive, especially when I went to Valhalla myself, I had to learn to keep my head down just to keep it attached to my neck.”

-They looked almost perturbed, hearing this, you were just a kid, in their eyes as everyone was a kid to them, before you spoke up, “Would I be able to stay here? You all seem nicer than those in my world.” Your request was a little surprising but Hades, who wanted to know more about this dark world you called home, ruffled your hair, “Of course you can Y/N.”

-You almost deflated, relaxing for the first time in who knows how long as you beamed, thanking them all. You were so happy to finally be safe!

[merakiui]

Okay, but serial killer Azul getting revenge on everybody after he's presumed dead in a prank gone wrong.

Maybe you were a popular girl that he was always in love with, since you were the only one who wasn't outright cruel to him. One day you end up asking him to the prom and for him it's a dream come true, his true love is finally recognizing him. Unaware that it's a Carrie situation where you and your friends plan to humiliate him at the dance. He's so happy to spend the night with you, wanting everything to be perfect.

But when the prank happens, something goes wrong, leaving Azul worse for wear and you and your friends believe he's dead and get rid of the body. But he's still alive and not happy about what happened on the best night of his life.

Suddenly your friends begin to go missing one by one, until you're the only one left. It's then that Azul reveals that he's still alive. Except he believes that you weren't apart of the prank, that you were tricked into it somehow Delusional Tako. Now that all your friends are out of the way, you two can finally be happy together.

I hope you don't mind my rambling. Slasher Azul just gave me ideas.

AAAAAAAAA OTL oh, the wrath of a scorned octopus... this is so good!!! Being a popular bully and thinking it would be so funny to take that loser Azul to prom, only to then prank him alongside your friends. And when it goes terribly wrong the lot of you are in a panic. Suddenly, you have to delete all of the videos and pictures you took, and you all take an oath to never tell anyone about it, making sure to keep your stories and alibis in check in case you're questioned. All of you need to remain innocent when they start investigating his disappearance.

Dumping Azul's body somewhere in the woods and then going on with your lives, hoping no one will ever find him. >_< the heartbreak and betrayal and fear Azul must have felt that night... now he's just angry and so vengeful. He already hated your friends; he always thought they were a terrible lot. This was the final push he needed to do something about them once and for all.

It could never be you, though!! You must have been pressured into it by those bullies. After all, you asked him to prom! You were so excited, so sweet! He got you a pretty corsage with your favorite flowers. He made sure to look his absolute best, and you told him he looked handsome in his suit. So it definitely couldn't have been you!

He doesn't understand why you're crying, why you're fleeing. He should be the one crying! It's his life that was ruined, and your friends laughed at his suffering! Your friends tossed him aside so easily when they thought he was dead because they wanted to save their skins. You don't get to run away. Not this time. He's going to have that dance with you no matter what—the dance you promised him! A blood-stained, masked Azul is closing in on you, and you've run yourself into a dead end. :)

No one hears from you ever again.

[kjhbsies]

Fool For You

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PART I : PART II.

Rockstar Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Synopsis: Ellie wants to prove herself that she's a better one for you, but finds herself entangled in a web of circumstances as she was forced to fake-date a charismatic rising pop star. As Ellie navigates herself through the challenges of making appearances for the public eye, you become distant, fueled by doubts about Ellie's sincerity. the conflict deepens when Abby unexpectedly reappears, adding a layer of tension and fear that further strains Ellie's connection with the you.

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"Who’s this?” Ellie asked coldly while taking a side glance at Abby, who was smiling amusedly as she could recognize the rockstar in front of her. She can take a hint that Ellie is getting furious because of her, and that thought makes her want to do some things that will probably annoy her.

“Abby Anderson,” she said while smiling, offering a hand to her. “I listen to your songs.”

Ellie ignored her, and she instead looked at you. “I’m sorry I was so late, there’s some emergency that happened in the group so I went here instead.”

You stared at Ellie, whose eyes were pleading with you right now. Yes, you were annoyed at her for standing you up at your supposed public date. Who wouldn’t, right? Sitting there at the park for minutes, trying to amuse yourself with things in there, while looking sad is pathetic. Humiliating, even. If Abby wasn’t there to accompany you for the rest of the night, you probably would be waiting for Ellie forever. I guess these kinds of things, such as meeting up with her or even having the chance to talk to her, will make you do everything that can deem you crazy.

But hey, it’s Ellie. Who wouldn’t do that for her?

But the question is… will Ellie do that for you?

Yes, she did go to lengths to correct her past mistakes, and to apologize profusely and sincerely. You can see that with her actions, and especially words because that’s what she’s good at her. Every word that comes through her mind and mouth is poetic, maybe that’s what makes her magnetic. But you can’t be sure of her intentions. Everyone loves Ellie, and she can get everyone she wants. And that’s what scares you. Because you think you are not enough for her. You’re just a simple college girl, her fan girl, there’s nothing crazy about you that would make her crawl to you. You don’t even know why she’s still wooing you.

Maybe Cat was right. You need to test what Ellie’s intentions are. And you can’t fall in love in the process. Not yet.

“It’s fine. You’re here now. And Abby was there to amuse me.” You smiled assuringly.

“Right.” Ellie almost rolled her eyes when you mentioned Abby’s name. The rockstar craned her neck to look at her, “Thanks for bringing her home, you can go now that I’m here.”

Your brows knitted and you looked at Ellie. “Hey, that’s kinda mean.” You whispered. But Ellie acted as if she didn’t hear you.

Abby acted nonchalantly. Instead, she smiled widely. “No worries, bro. I had an enjoyable night, tonight. But…” Abby clicked her tongue. “…The next time you ditch her, you should be nervous because I might steal you from her.” She then laughed jokingly.

Your eyes turned wide. And Ellie’s face reddened in annoyance. The rockstar’s jaw clenched and her grip on the bouquet and the tub of ice cream hardened.

Abby smiled at you before heading back to her car, but you and Ellie remained still until the car got away.

Ellie inhaled, “I don’t like your friend.”

“She’s joking.” You looked at her, and she met your gaze with a serious one.

“Well, she’s not funny.”

“Okay, valid.” You nodded. “We should go to my house. That ice cream is going to melt.” You begin walking inside the building, and Ellie starts tailing you.

“Next time she says something like that, I’m gonna crack her skull open,” Ellie commented.

You immediately shook your head. “No, you wouldn’t.” You went inside the elevator.

“Yes, I will, babe. Yes, I will.” Ellie said, staring right at your eyes.

Yup, she will.

You and Ellie are sitting in the kitchen bar area while slowly eating the ice cream in front of you two. You can tell that Ellie’s mind is going elsewhere, as she is unusually quiet and is already staring at nowhere right now. Since both of you are sitting side by side, you can tell how her leg is moving up and down – a sign that she’s uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” You asked, and Ellie almost jumped as you pulled her out of the trance.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry. I was kinda spacing out.” She said before smiling.

Your eyes lightly narrowed as you studied her, and Ellie immediately looked away. “What happened earlier?”

Ellie didn’t answer for a few minutes, and that made you want to question her more as your suspicions rose that it wasn’t pleasant. With the way she behaves, you can tell that it isn’t great, and that makes you slightly nervous.

“Some issue just broke up, it was kinda hard to explain but, yeah,” Ellie said in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

“…Okay. If you can’t say it right now, it’s fine. I don’t want to push it.” But you do want to. However, you’re afraid that this might make Ellie annoyed. If she isn’t ready, then who are you to force her? Besides, it isn’t your business and you aren’t involved in it.

The truth is, the reason why Ellie is extremely quiet and why she is so late at your supposed date, is because she and Jesse, their manager, got into an argument.

A new rising popstar, Jenny, is one of the netizen’s favorite musicians besides the Serenade Apocalypse. In three months, she has started to gain so much attention from the fans. However, some people have started to create multiple fan accounts of Jenny and Ellie that were practically shipping and wanting them to date. It has now become a new huge thing that gives Jenny and the Serenade Apocalypse a new wave of popularity that it reached Jenny’s management.

Her manager insisted to Jesse that they should engage in fake dating just to get more publicity. The pop star immediately agreed to this arrangement, saying that this was just a good idea. However, Jesse knew that Ellie wouldn’t comply, because of you. But the proposal got him thinking about how he could make the rockstar agree. Because, admit it or not, those fans are giving them fame. And fame is what keeps the band going.

Ellie doesn’t know how to say it to you because she doesn’t want to do it. Never. But everyone, including the rest of the band, agreed for her to do it, well, except Alex. Jesse said that it would be easy — both Jenny and Ellie would go on a public date where paparazzi are around, talk for an hour or so, go into cafes, have a drink, and maybe have a little makeout scene in the car while the windows are down, or a collab in a concert or gigs, some modeling shoots for luxurious brands, and then it’ll be done.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, on behalf of y/n,” Alex commented before drinking her beer. “I mean, the band is going well on its own and Ellie doesn’t need Jenny because everything is going well for us.”

The rest nodded thoughtfully.

“That’s right, but there are brands and sponsorships that will offer us millions of dollars if we agree to collaborate with Jenny,” Jesse said. “I know you’re right but the fame you have right now will double or even triple if Ellie agrees to do it.”

“Why me?!” Ellie asked angrily. “You know I’m not interested in that right now, man. I already have someone. Don’t make me fuck this up.”

“Just explain it to her, I’m sure she will understand,” Jesse answered.

“That’s not easy, dude. I won’t do it.”

“Well, I know you won’t do it, but either way, you don’t have a choice. You can’t change my mind here, Ellie. You and Jenny will have a fake relationship for a month. I’m sorry but it’s happening.” He said before leaving the office.

And right now, Ellie doesn’t know how to explain it to you. She’s scared that you might run away from her. It’s her worst nightmare. She doesn’t want to lose you.

“Hey, you ever heard of Jenny?” Cat asked as the two of you were walking around campus. She’s been looking at her phone the whole time, immersed in what she’s reading.

“Oh, the popstar?” You asked. She nodded. “Yeah, she’s getting shipped with Ellie right now.”

“I know. It’s crazy that there are even some fan theories that they’re dating.” Cat said before the two of you sat on a bench under a tree. After a few minutes of scrolling, Cat gasped loudly. “What the fuck?! They were seen together in a cafe an hour ago?!” She exclaimed.

Your brows knitted. “What? That can’t be real.” You said, trying to be calm because there was no way that Ellie would do that. She can’t do that to you.

Right?

Your heartbeat tripled when Cat showed you her phone. “I don’t know, it doesn’t seem fake. It’s taken by a paparazzi. Look. “Rising pop star queen, Jenny, was spotted having a fancy brunch with the rockstar Ellie Williams.” Cat read the headline. She then scrolled down, revealing a couple of pictures of Jenny and Ellie, sitting in one of the cafeterias in New York.

Jenny is smiling and laughing at those pictures while holding her small cup of coffee. Radiating as usual with her cute clothes, perfect hair, and gorgeous makeup. On the other hand, Ellie is in front of her, wearing her black varsity jacket and baggy pants. She isn’t smiling, but you can’t tell from the pictures because her eyes are covered with her dark sunglasses.

You can physically feel your heart crack at the moment. It is real. That thing can’t be photoshopped and it is Ellie. The same Ellie in your apartment last night. “Oh my god, y/n…” Cat looked at you with sadness in her eyes.

You gulped, trying to keep tears at bay. “So that’s why she was quiet last night…” You said. “Well, can’t really blame her. Jenny is pretty. But I just hoped that she told me earlier.”

Well, Ellie isn’t even yours to begin with. She was just your friend, nothing more. But you still can’t help but feel a pang of betrayal in your heart. It’s an ugly feeling because Ellie didn’t promise you a single thing. She was just kind to you. You aren’t her girlfriend so why are you feeling like your whole world collapsed?

After you’ve heard the news, you couldn’t help but stay in your apartment, sitting on the couch, while a cozy blanket is wrapped around your body. Dina and Cat are extremely quiet, not knowing what to say or do after the news broke out.

It was all over the internet, and every time you opened up your phone, it was all you could see on the screen. Your notifications popped out, reminding you that everything that was happening was real. Ellie is dating Jenny. She might be. Of course, this wasn’t supposed to shock you. I mean, Ellie was known for dating pretty famous girls in the past. Her flings are filled with models, singers, actresses, and such, you might be foolish to think that you are her type because, to be real, Ellie is out of your league.

You shouldn’t have hoped that there was even a small chance that she would date you.

How can you be so gullible?

Dina placed the hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of you. “I know what you’re thinking, and no, y/n, you shouldn’t dwell on that.” She sat beside you, wearing her comfy pajama set while sipping her tea.

You gulped, your eyes were sore and red and puffy from crying for over an hour, or even more. After hearing the issue from Cat, you and she decided to go back to your apartment, and you have been silent ever since. Cat doesn’t know how to comfort you as she admits that she is bad at it. All she can think about is how many ways that could make Ellie Williams suffer at your hands. Honestly, she has been listing it on her mind even from the start, but her annoyance with the rock star has skyrocketed after this. She hated seeing her friend cry over anything, and Cat has been known as very protective, especially with her loved ones. Seeing you in this state breaks her heart because you deserved better.

Ellie’s last text was from last night, saying that she was already at home. After that, there are no updates from her. You don’t want to seem needy by flooding her messages, asking where she’s at, who is with her right now, or if the rumors are even true. You couldn’t look desperate. If you begged for her, then your dignity will be lost. And that’s the last thing that you have. So. no, you won’t bother picking up your phone.

“Look, you two should talk it out,” Dina said.

“What’s there to talk? Ellie is dating Jenny, which is very clear from the pictures. What’s more to say other than her being a dick?” Cat answered frustratingly.

You shut your eyes. “She’s not.” You sighed. “Ellie doesn’t owe me any explanations because we aren’t dating, okay? She can be with any girl she wants, and it shouldn’t hurt me because she’s not mine. Ellie shouldn’t be blamed for my emotions.”

“Not dating? But she was just here last night. Look, the bouquet is still fresh. No friend buys flowers and a tub of ice cream in the middle of the night.” Cat said.

“Right,” Dina nodded.

“And you two have been on private dates so many times.”

“It meant nothing. You two are my friends and we always go out!” You reasoned.

“But it was different with Ellie. Because admit it or not, she has been extremely romantic with you.”

“Guys, it’s fine.” You said. “You know me, I am always like this when Ellie has dating rumors.”

“This time it’s different, y/n,” Dina said. “Because deep inside, you thought you finally had a chance with her.”

You just looked away silently.

“Gosh, I’m so stupid.” You put your hands in your face, as you cried onto it. The two immediately wrapped their arms around you, enveloping you in a warm, comforting hug. “This is so fucking pathetic. I fucking thought…” You sobbed. “I’m so humiliating.”

“It’s not.” Dina immediately answered.

“Give her hell,” Cat said, making you pull away from the hug as you stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

“What?”

“Give. Her. Hell.” She said firmly.

Oh, Ellie Williams, you are so done.

“Are we done?” Ellie asked once they stepped inside the limousine. She looked outside the tinted windows, scanning the people flocking around the car, trying to make their way as near as possible to get so many pictures of you and the pop star beside you.

Ellie was so guilty for doing this, and even more when she kept thinking that you would find out what she had been doing right now before she could even explain herself. She chickened out last night, not wanting to ruin your whole day or week. But after she left your apartment, Ellie wanted to come back, knock on your door, and beg on her knees just for you not to get mad at her because she knows she has no choice but to oblige.

The moment Ellie woke up, Jesse was the first person she saw. He has been sitting at one of the barstools in her penthouse’s kitchen, sipping her self-made coffee. Your irritation grew so that you wanted to punch his face.

“I confiscated your phone.” He said, waving the thing in front of her. Ellie immediately walked at him, eyes fueling with anger as she tried to snatch it away from him. But Jesse was quick to put it in his pockets and move away from Ellie. “I will give it back once you’ve done your task.”

Ellie wanted to rip him limb by limb. She was now seething with anger. “What am I?! A kid?!”

Jesse sighed. “Ellie, this won’t take long. You can text your girlfriend once you’ve followed my directions.”

Which is why she was here, sitting inside the small space with Jenny who’s been looking at herself in the pocket mirror she’s holding on to as soon as they got in. Ellie’s hands are itching to text and call you right now, wanting to explain everything. That this was all a fake thing. Nothing is real, and you are still the girl in her mind.

And that’s if you will still talk to her.

The thought of you leaving Ellie haunted her mind, and it never failed to make her whole body freeze in nervousness. Fuck it.

Jesse gave Ellie her phone. She immediately checked it, but then got disappointed that you didn’t even say something to her. Ellie gulped, something inside her mind told her that you probably knew. You weren’t dumb, and news flies too fast.

“You know,” Jenny looked at her and she glanced back. “You seemed uninterested in me. Am I making you bored?” She asked. Ellie rolled her eyes. “Look, I just got pulled into this situation that I never wanted in the first place.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it.” Jenny scoffed. “So many guys and girls wanted me, okay? Why are you acting as if I’m making you miserable?!” Her tone is getting higher.

“It’s because I am!” Ellie said back, frustratingly.

Jenny’s jaw clenched but she didn’t say anything. Ellie wanted to thank the universe for making her shut up. She couldn’t stand her presence. Jesse and Jenny’s manager exchanged awkward glances before sighing. The tension in the air is thick, and everybody went silent. Ellie’s eyes shut tightly. She immediately recites a long apology for you at the whole ride home.

The next morning, you receive a text from Ellie, asking you where you are. It is a breezy afternoon and your classes were done for the day. Your energy is still low, and you can’t even focus, your head is full of thoughts about Ellie and Jenny.

You knew that you two should talk it out as it is the best thing to resolve an issue. Communication is very important, but you couldn’t even afford to have the courage to ask her about it. Because at some point, Ellie doesn’t owe you any explanations. Like what you’ve said, she could take whoever she wants, and it should be none of your business. Just because you two became close, doesn’t mean that you are romantically involved with each other.

Ellie, on the other hand, knows where you are. She is already outside of your campus, waiting on her heavily tinted car. The huge bouquet she bought, with a box of flowers is now sitting on the back of her car. She knows your schedule, and Ellie thought that at any moment right now, you could be walking right out of the main gate.

She has been practicing what to say in front of you. She wanted to explain, not wanting to leave you hanging. Ellie is serious about pursuing you, however, she couldn’t ask you about it. She’s afraid that you might be thinking that everything is going so fast, She doesn’t want to scare you, which is why she’s taking things slow.

While you were walking near the gate, Abby briskly walked to catch up to you. “Hey, how are you?” She asked, “I heard about-”

You immediately rolled your eyes. And Abby stopped talking before she held up both her hands in the air – it’s as if she’s surrendering. You two laughed at her actions. “I just want to sleep all week.” You said.

“That’s such an impossible wish.” She joked. “But, seriously, if you wanted to talk about things, what’s bothering you, then you should call me.”

The two of you reached the gate and you two stopped. “I don’t have your number, Abby.” You said while smiling.

“Ah, here.” Abby offered you her phone. “Put your number here so I can call you instead.”

You immediately obliged. Unbeknownst to you, Ellie saw your interactions, and the similar annoyance she felt when she first saw you and Abby tripled. Her hands balled into a fist, it was so tight that her veins started showing up. She wanted to slam Abby’s head into the steering wheel as she saw her smiling and laughing with you. She wanted to pull out her eyes for even looking at you to flirt with you.

You saw Ellie’s familiar car. The same one that she uses to take you out on a date. The one where paparazzi couldn’t trace. Your heart started breathing too fast before you looked away at it, knowing that Ellie was probably looking at you through the tinted windows.

You bid goodbye to Abby who immediately went on the other side of the road. You sighed, wanting your heart to calm down as you were walking to the car. Bitterness started to flood through your veins as you realized that Ellie just got into a public date with someone else yesterday, while she’s now trying to hide her identity every time she goes out with you.

You opened the passenger seat and you were immediately welcomed by Ellie’s pissed face.

“What?” You asked.

“She still wouldn’t leave you alone?”

Your brows knitted together as you quickly realized that she was talking about Abby. “We’re friends.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “I know she has other intentions.”

“Oh really?” You too are now getting annoyed at her. “So I can’t talk with Abby but you can go out with someone else on a date?” Your voice is laced with bitterness and you immediately regret it.

Ellie looked at you, the small pain in your tone almost made her want to throw up. “It’s not a date…” She said softly.

“I don’t know, it seems like it is.” You looked outside the window, not wanting to look at her face.

Something inside you starts building up. Sadness flowed in your thoughts, mixed with annoyance and bitterness about everything. Your eyes started to tear, and you looked away even more.

“Y/n. It’s all fake.” Ellie said, and your heart almost leaped. You took every force in your body not to look at her. “I went home to explain everything to you, and I’m telling you right now that everything isn’t true. My manager forced me to do this.”

You gulped, wiping the tears that escaped from your eyes before you dared to look at her. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was still contemplating last night because I- I got scared.” Ellie sighed.

“Of what?”

“Of losing you.” She answered quickly.

You stared at her. “Why would you lose me?”

Ellie’s mouth moved but she couldn’t utter a single word. “I don’t know…” She said softly before caressing your cheek. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Here it goes again.

You don’t know whether to feel happy or sad with what Ellie is doing right now. Of course, the familiar thump in your heart never goes unnoticed by you. It was all you can hear right now. Ellie is still the woman in your dreams, it won’t change. Never will. You knew that being with her almost every day would wreck you in the end. You knew that once Ellie was within your sight, you wouldn’t be able to stop your feelings. You knew that once Ellie spoke, you would obey everything that she said. You love her so much that you’re afraid that the grip she has on you will eventually be the end of you.

You contemplated asking her about what she truly felt. But you need answers, or else you won’t take it anymore. You should save yourself first.

“What are we doing, Ellie?”

“Wha- what?” She asked, taken aback.

“You should stop doing those,” You said, mentioning the bouquet at the back of her car, “Sweet things. It’s confusing.”

“What’s confusing about that?” Ellie questioned.

You were now growing impatient. “You should only do that to the person you love, Ellie. Do you feel that about me?”

“I do!” She exclaimed.

“Then say it.” You demanded,

Ellie grew silent. She stared at you, breathing heavily. The thought of finally confessing to someone about what you truly felt seriously, without an ounce of alcohol in your veins, or a little bit of drugs, scared Ellie. This is getting too real to the point that her feelings scare her. She isn’t used to it, everything she does with you is new to her. It’s like she’s trying to find the right path in the darkness, where no one but her is guiding her, and she isn’t used to that. She’s afraid of making mistakes and hurting you.

This should be easy to say. Just do it. Just fucking-

When a couple of minutes had passed, you nodded. Her silence gave you the answers.

“Y/n-” Ellie called your name when she realized that you were scrambling to get out of the car. She immediately locked the doors, not wanting you to go. She tried her best to get a good grip on you but you were quick to pry her hands away. Ellie backed out, slowly getting her energy drained from her body.

You were getting away from her.

“I should go-”

“No, please.” She shut her eyes tightly. “Y/n, I-”

“It’s fine, Ellie.” You tried to smile. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

“Don’t go.” She said, catching your hand tightly. She looked at you with those green bloodshot eyes, pleading with you. But you shook your head. You’re afraid that the more you spend time with her, the more you won’t get out of the cage you’re in.

Ellie couldn’t do anything but to let you go. When you finally did get out of the car and ran away, she couldn’t stop the tears that fell from her freckled cheek. Ellie rested her head on the steering wheel, contemplating if she should go run with you. But again, she couldn’t because she shouldn’t be seen with anyone else.

So the whole time, all Ellie could do was to cry, and blame herself for being such an asshole.

A month has passed, and you still haven’t seen Ellie since.

It wasn’t such an easy thing to do, especially when Ellie has been persistent in wanting to talk to you. But you still wouldn’t budge, you made up your mind that you wouldn’t want to waste your energy on her. With the examinations week going, you’re mind is too preoccupied to even entertain her. So instead, you decided to bury yourself with books and reviewers.

That night you left Ellie’s car, she knocked on your apartment door, wanting to explain everything to you. But you never bothered to leave your room. You couldn’t. Your energy was drained from crying the whole day. This is why Cat was the one who answered the door, immediately making Ellie go away.

But that didn’t end. Every day, Ellie wouldn’t stop stalking you. She would flood your inbox with her texts and calls that you had to block it. But Ellie’s efforts would always go to waste since you’ve somehow managed to dodge her.

She tried waiting outside your campus in her car, but you’re smart enough to spot it even from a distance. So you would immediately go the other way, walking fast enough to catch up with the bus. And Ellie couldn��t even do a damn thing. She couldn’t even hop out of the car and chase after you. Ellie also tried going up to your apartment, particularly on those days that she knew Cat wasn’t around to yell at her. However, you weren’t there. And Dina wouldn’t tell her where you are no matter how much she tried.

On days when Ellie was out with Jenny to do publicity stunts, she would constantly send you different flowers with a box of chocolates and a note where she explained that everything wasn’t real and that she really wanted to talk to you about what happened at the car but you wouldn’t just let her. So instead, she’s sending out those letters because you’ve blocked her in everything.

Best believe that Cat was living her dream of seeing Ellie in her poor state. Dina was too soft-hearted to even leave her alone with the rock star because she was always trying her best not to spill anything about you when Ellie was almost crying in front of her. She just couldn’t handle the two of you being in a situation like this.

But you, no one knows how hard it is for you to ignore her and act like as if nothing has happened. It’s like you’re on a constant battle with yourself every single day. One part of you wanted to stop this madness and just talk to her, settle everything for everyone’s peace of mind. But the second part of you wanted to just let this pass away for the mean time. Let Ellie rethink her decisions before she comes up to you, and just leave you hanging again. You wanted yourself to calm down and not get devoured of your emotions before talking to her. So that is what you’re doing right now.

Cat groaned as the four of you were at the cafeteria. You and Abby are sitting side by side. She offered to carry the huge textbooks you’re holding and wouldn’t say no as an answer. So, you wanted to buy her something in exchange.

“What?” You asked, drinking the sparkling water you’re holding.

“Jenny and Ellie will be having their collab duet at the bar here.” Cat showed you her phone with the said headline.

Your heart ached once more but you still somehow faked it in front of them. The grip on your bottle tightened. “So?” You asked, acting nonchalantly.

“You should go,” Cat said and everyone looked at her skeptically.

“Are you going insane, Catherine?” Dina butted in.

Cat reached onto her jacket’s pocket while rolling her eyes. She then tossed the two tickets in front of you. You and Abby took it.

“VIP front row tickets.” Abby read the paper.

“What’s this for?” You questioned, brows were knitting together. “I thought you hated Ellie.”

“I still do, pretty girl. But hear me out, you two should go on a date. I specifically got the front row one because that is where Ellie would see you two together, okay? You should go out and make her realize that you are so much more than that Jenny girl.”

Your eyes dropped on the tickets once again.

You found Cat’s explanation absolutely absurd and childish. If this will make Ellie annoyed, then what more will it do for you? Seeing the two up close at the stage, acting as if they were in love with each other will make you dizzy in jealousy.

“Cool. I’m in.” Abby said, smiling widely.

Your neck snapped up at her. “What?”

She shrugged. “I never forgot what I said when I first met her, and I hope she didn’t. Because I’m serious about that. I will actually steal you from her if she isn’t too careful.” Abby winked at you.

You then looked at Dina. “Dee, you think that this is a good idea, too?”

Dina then opened her mouth, trying to say something but then she just nodded. “They’re right. Ellie is already annoyed at Abby so bringing her in one of their gigs will actually make her realize what’s right in front of her.”

You gulped and looked away.

“Fine.” You answered and everyone snickered.

To say that Ellie was incredibly annoyed tonight was just an understatement because its more than that. No words could describe how much she wanted to bang her head at the concrete wall before this show started. She couldn’t even handle Jenny’s presence for even a minute, and then their managers decided to make the two collab in a gig. That sounds like a pure hell for her.

But then she has no choice. Ellie knew that this bar was near your university, and she was hoping that you wouldn’t go in there. Yes, she wanted to talk to you, she wanted to explain that she was afraid of admitting it to herself, and with you, that she does like you. More than you’ve ever known. She wanted to kiss you, wanted to make up with you and worship the ground you walk on. Ellie never knew the purpose of her life until she met her. You’ve opened up her eyes to so many things, and you showed her that she has a heart that can love.

She sighed, strumming her guitar as the music started. Jenny is beside her, making flirty glances to stir the public but Ellie couldn’t pretend to even like her. Not when the song she wrote for you was the one playing.

The two of them started singing. Ellie was avoiding Jenny’s gazes at the stage by looking at the crowd, examining everyone who seemed to be indulged in their performance.

A couple of minutes passed and Ellie saw a familiar figure amid the crowd. Her posture straightened while following you as you made your way to the swarm of people. Her ringed fingers gripped the base of her guitar tightly while the other one was strumming it.

Ellie couldn’t move her eyes away from you. She wanted to jump off the stage and catch you in her arms at the moment. It’s like someone has cast a spell that made her this crazy in love for you. Ellie forgot about her partner on the stage and just was shocked when Jenny touched her tattooed arm.

And then reality has seeped in.

She was with Jenny, and you weren’t alone at the bar.

You’re with Abby.

Oh god, you’re with her.

Ellie’s gaze darkened as she stared at the two of you, sitting at one of the front row seats at the bar. Perfectly in line with her vision. The bar was dim, and the light that was on was the blinding neon flashing lights. But she could see how Abby was gripping your waist, pulling you closer to her body as she leaned in and whispered something to you. Ellie figured out that it was funny because of the way you laughed.

Ellie wanted to smash the guitar at the floor, slowly getting red from so much annoyance. Her gaze never left yours, watching every move of you two.

The performance was painfully slow, and those two hours, Ellie spent glaring in your direction. Something inside you stirred, knowing that she was annoyed. You couldn’t believe that Ellie was acting jealous, especially when Abby was close to you. At first, you thought Cat’s plan wasn’t going to work, not believing that there was an absolute chance that Ellie would get jealous of someone near you. However, it was proved wrong when Abby and you noticed how many death glares she threw at the two of you.

And Abby was enjoying every little bit of it.

When it was done, Ellie never wasted a single second before she angrily made her way backstage. She immediately took a swig of the bottle of whiskey, drowning her anger in it. She couldn’t believe it. She wanted to slam her fist at the wall, shout at something, and then repeat. She fucked this up. And she should face the consequences of it.

You sighed, watching Ellie leave the stage. You wanted to run after her, the universe knew how much you wanted to. However, you can’t. Not when Jenny was around. Not in front of her.

“She’s mad.” Abby pointed out.

You looked at Jenny who was still at the stage, talking to her fans. But you can feel the awkwardness of it when the band members were slowly getting out, following Ellie. Leaving her alone to deal with them.

“I feel bad.” You said, sadly.

“You should talk to her, then.”

You stared at Abby for a minute before nodding, seriously considering it.

Your phone lit up. It was Alex telling you that Ellie was at the limousine if you still wanted to talk to her. You quickly bid goodbye to Abby who assures you that she will be fine in here. You thank her before you spotted the car that Alex was talking about.

You opened the door, and Ellie couldn’t contain her surprise at the sight of you. However, it was short-lived as her annoyance started to get her way in her.

“Where’s your date?” She asked bitterly.

You shook your head. “There. I left her.”

Ellie’s brows knitted. “Why would you do that? She might get hurt if she finds out that you’re here with me.” She said sarcastically.

“Ellie, we’re friends. Nothing more.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you wouldn’t talk to me because you’re finally with her.” She slurred.

“I wouldn’t talk to you because I don’t want the two of us to become overcome with our emotions. Which is what is happening right now.”

Ellie silently looked at you. Her green eyes were watering as she tried to glare at you. You, however, stared at her with much sadness.

“I just missed you.” She croaked. “And I do like you, y/n. The moment you hopped out of the car that day, I wanted to run after you. Kneel in front of you and tell you how much I wanted you the moment I laid my eyes on you.” She breathed. “You’re the only one I wanted, okay?”

“Ellie…”

“Please, just.” She shut her eyes tightly, tears flowing down her cheeks. Ellie was even surprised that loving can make her feel such things. It was ugly, but it reminded her how much she cared for you. “If you don’t like me anymore, I’ll stop. Just say it.”

Instead of answering her, you immediately grabbed her cheeks with both of your hands, enveloping her in a warm kiss. You leaned into her, and Ellie didn’t waste a time to grab your hips, making you straddle her in her seat. You attempt to pull away from the kiss, but Ellie desperately catches your lips once again, pulling you into a deep heated makeout. Both of your tongues swirled against each other, and Ellie’s grip on your waist tightened.

“I love you, Ellie. I don’t want to leave you, okay?” You said after you pulled out from the kiss.

Ellie smiled. “I won’t leave, baby. And I do love you more than ever. So please, kiss me once again because I am starving.”

And who are you to say no, right?

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Close Call

Status: Imagine

Paring: Lo’ak x Reader (Y/n)

Genre: Fluff!!!!! Some suggestive content near the end

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I feel like there isn't enough Lo'ak fic's out there. Our troublemaker deserves more love!!! So please enjoy this short imagine!! Also, I watched Lion King last night with my niece, it kinda inspired this short imagine.

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“Fuck, I’m so dead” Lo’ak mutters under his breath as quickly walks through the dense forest. His eyes scan the area around them, his hand gripping the bow tightly as realization sets in. Spider jogs behind his friend, chucking in mild amusement.

Kiri had been busy today taking care of something with Mo’at, which left Tuk under Lo’ak’s guidance. If you think babysitting would deter him from having an adventure, boy you’d be wrong. He didn’t have to think twice before dragging Tuk to meet up with Spider only to prance along the forest floor. Lo’ak was certain she was with them the entire time, it was only when Lo’ak and Spider happened upon some tracks that they forgot about the younger Na’vi who had trailed off course.

Thus leading to their current predicament , scurrying the forest to find the lost girl. Lo’ak cursed at himself for not learning his lesson, why hadn’t he stayed in the village? Why hadn’t he left Tuk with someone else? Now, because of his recklessness he lost her. 

“What's so funny? We’re both in deep shit bro” Lo’ak grumbles, hopping down from the branch he was on. He offers his hand to his friend Spider,  who dismisses his hand, landing with a large thump. 

“It’s funny how you keep messing up bro, like you don’t learn your lesson. I told you not to bring her” Spider teases, following Lo’ak who rolls his eyes. It wasn’t his fault he thirsted for adventure. Something beyond. Something exciting. It didn’t help that he was always in the presence of his brother, who overshadowed him in every aspect. He couldn’t be perfect like him, but he could explore to his heart's content. And that’s what he intended to do, without getting into trouble. 

Lo’ak growls, nudging his friend, but not with too much force as he was much smaller than him. Though Spider was tall for a human, he was still nothing compared to Lo’ak’s looming height. 

All of a sudden the sound of giggling fills the air, Lo’ak’s ears twitch in alert as he pulls Spider with him. They quietly follow the sound of voices, immediately recognizing Tuk’s voice amongst them. Lo’ak places a finger over his lips at Spider who nods in understanding as they near a patch of bushes. Just as they reach a clearing they peek through the bushes. 

Across the clearing their eyes land on Tuk, with another Na’vi girl. They sat on the grass while munching away happily on some fruit. Tuk says something that causes the other female girl to giggle, covering her mouth not to let any juices slip past her lips. They looked about the same age. But Lo’ak couldn’t recognize her as anyone he’s seen before. Though, he was barely around the village to begin with, often always leaving to explore. 

“Who is she?” Spider whispers, his eyes following the girls.

Lo’ak shrugs his shoulders. She looked like she was from their clan but he’s never seen her around. He’s never seen her around Tuk at least. 

“At least she’s safe. Let’s grab her before we actually lose her” Lo’ak says getting up, he walks into the clearing with Spider following along closely. The girls immediately turn towards their steps, Tuk smiling wide and waving her hand excitedly. But the girl beside her sat with her eyes wide with fear, her gaze solely on Spider who walked beside Lo’ak.

Lo’ak stares at her in confusion, she seems scared. The mere sight of Spider seems to strike fear within her. She sat stiffly, her fruit long forgotten. Tuk gets up, her smile stretched wide. 

“I just made a friend!! This is Avarin!” Tuk declares. The girl seems to flinch at the mention of her name, but her gaze does not waver from Spider who was coming closer towards them. Lo’ak opens his mouth to respond but freezes, goosebumps littering his entire body. 

From his peripheral he sees someone lunge towards Spider with great speed. The threatening growl startles the boy who is frozen in his place. His eyes blown wide with fear. 

Just as the figure almost reaches Spider, their fingers mere inches away from grabbing him, ready to grab the unsuspecting human. Lo’ak quickly pushes Spider back, taking the hit. Spider tumbles to the ground quickly standing on his feet. He rushes to Tuk’s side, his knife at the ready in case the intruder was after Tuk as well. He seems to not notice Avarin’s fearful gaze that is still locked onto him. 

Lo’ak  is knocked to the ground by the force that he is unable to hold back. Lo’ak  and the Na’vi struggle against the ground, both fighting against one another to gain dominance. Unable to hear the commotion around them Lo’ak tries to subdue the Na’vi, who trashes wildly in his arms. 

“Calm down!” he yells, feeling her claw at his hand. Lo’ak hisses in pain when she successfully scratches him, gaining the upper hand. She  wrestles out of his grasp, turning to lunge after Spider once again. 

Growling under his breath Lo’ak is quick to pull her back, ensuring she went nowhere near Spider as she seemed threatened by his presence the most. Lo’ak attempts to pin her against the floor but she kicks him in the stomach before jumping on top of him. Pinning his hands above his head rendering him immobile. 

“What the fu-”

Lo’ak words die along his tongue as he gazes up at the figure who was pressed against him. Her locks array and disheveled as her chest heaved to catch her breath. Her beautiful e/c eyes squinted, glaring into his very soul. Her mouth formed into a snarl, her pearly white teeth bare as she lets out a threatening hiss. Her ears were turned down as her grip against his wrists tightened. Everything about her posture screamed bloody murder. She looked fierce and looked ready to kill. 

But Lo’ak couldn’t help but marvel at her. Such beauty that left him speechless, his throat closing up, his tongue feeling heavy as if he couldn’t formulate words. Couldn’t formulate any proper thoughts. His eyes soften as his gaze trails over her features. Over her markings and stripes, her blue skin shining bright as if calling to him. Oh how beautiful she looked.

“Tsmuke!!“ (Sister!) a voice calls out, distracting the girl from her line of vision. Her head snaps towards Avarin and Tuk, her glare unwavering as she eyes a very nervous Spider who stood near Tuk. Sensing her murderous aura, Lo’ak uses her lack of attention to his advantage.

He wiggles his hands free from her and in turn grabs her wrist. He pulls her into him holding her tightly in place. She quickly turns to him as he sits up. With her perched uncomfortably over his lap. A feeling he very much welcomed.

“Calm down. We mean no harm” Lo’ak speaks as calmly as possible. The girl clamps her mouth shut, her eyes widening in realization as her eyes take in the figure she has pinned under her. Well, had pinned under her.

“Toruk Makto’s son?” She whispers, as she quickly glances back at Tuk. Her ears twitch as she tries to shimmy against Lo’ak. Trying to get free. Lo’ak clears his throat before moving himself from under her, evading any embarrassing situation that would be if he hadn’t moved. He stood tall, taller than her. His legs cross ever so slightly in discomfort.

“Yes, I’m Lo’ak” he says watching her every move. His body was tense and ready, well aware of how fast and swiftly she could move. Though she was breathtaking and caused his heart to beat erratically against his chest. He couldn't keep his guard down. Not when she tried attacking Spider in such a vicious way.

“W-why-“ she stammers, her hateful gaze returning towards Spider. Avarin rushes to her sister's side, helping her stand up as her gaze shifts between Lo’ak and the human.

“Why are you with a Tawtute??” (Human) She hisses, her eyes glaring into Lo’ak.

Lo’ak desperately wanted to return her glare, show he was ready to take her on if she posed a threat. But instead he felt heat spread through him. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Who knew someone who looked so angry could look so attractive? She looked hot and Lo’ak couldn't look away.

“He’s our brother!” Tuk pipes up when Lo’ak doesn't respond, to busy staring at her with a lovesick expression. Spider clears his throat standing closer to Tuk. Feeling Thankful at least someone was standing up for him.

The girl hisses, taking her sister's hand into her own grasping it tightly. She looked like she wanted to say more but instead she ripped her gaze away from Lo’ak who frowned. He watches her pull her sister away walking towards the trees.

“Wait!” Lo’ak calls out, stepping forward. His hand reaches out in an attempt to hold her back even though she was already far away.

The girls stop mid step, Avarin turns around sending an apologetic smile towards Tuk and Lo’ak. The female Na’vi’s back is still facing Lo’ak.

“What’s your name??” he asks desperately. There is a pause before the girl glances back at him. Her e/c eyes catching Lo’ak instantly as her locks fall past her shoulder.

“Y/n” and with that the girls disappear into the forest in a hurry.

Lo’ak sighs out. His tail twitched behind him as Tuk and Spider walk up to him. They stare at him and back at the spot where the girl had been earlier.

“What the hell was that bro! You froze!” Spider complains, staring at his friend from top to bottom, catching the breathless sigh that escapes him.

“That was a close call-”

“-She is amazing, did you see that! How quickly she moved?! How swiftly she moved? She’s so-”

“-Cool”

“-Scary?” Spider says, chuckling at his friend's expression. He caught how Lo’ak looked at the trees in a daze-like state.

“What! No! She’s…she’s…attractive” Lo’ak whispers, his eyes still trained on the forest where she had disappeared off to. Tuk rolls her eyes walking towards the forest as well. Spider raises an eyebrow at his choice of words, his eyes catching something that causes him to snort out loud.

Spider snickers loudly finally letting out what he had been holding in, gasping for air. Lo’ak raises an eyebrow at his wheezing friend.

“What?” he asks unammused.

“You better cover yourself dude, it's gonna poke someone's eyes out!” Spider snickers, nudging him before running after Tuk.

Furrowing his eyes Lo’ak glances down, his eyes growing wide. Feeling a deep blush cover his face he immediately covers his nether regions cursing himself for getting too….excited.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! As mush as I LOVEEEE writing about Neteyam (My bby🥺), I want to also write about other characters as well! If you have any requests send ‘‘em my way!! Love ya’ll!