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trashmouth-richie · 2 years ago

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If you could make Eddie x Fem!Reader where Eddie makes reader say this, I would be your best friend. Oh, wait, I already am hahahahaha pls write it

xoxoxo @munson-blurbs 💚

*part 2*

eddie x female! reader

W.C 2.3k

Warning: no minors, p in v unprotected sex, oral f receiving—mentioned m receiving, corruption kink if you squint

The itchy pink tufts of your dress are bunched up to your waist, matching pastel heels are hanging on for dear life. The dainty baby’s breath in your corsage was smashed and wilting. The ribbon surrounding the rose was now bowless and hanging on by threads. The once white petals of the delicate rose your boyfriend and his mother had picked out were now brown and tattered, petals falling loosely on the stained floor of the girls bathroom. Hours had been spent on your perfect hairdo, curls falling heavily down your back and pinned on one side, showcasing the slope of your pretty neck and the gentle dangle of your dainty necklace.

“I—mmm—fuck, oh my god…”

Nobody had any idea, no idea about your affair with Eddie Munson. A secret between lovers. Classified information. You were faithful to him, and he was to you. But your poor boyfriend— you couldn’t say the same.

Eddie was everything your boyfriend was not. Rough around the edges but incredibly charming, a gentle lover when you needed and a rough brat tamer when you were being a bitch on purpose. No girl at school was any the wiser of the absolute hog he had behind the black denim. Felt like you were being split in half every single time. Your boyfriend was a safe option; someone to bring home to mom and dad, Christmas at the cabin, or the annual church picnic. To him you were pristine, all holy and white with a satin veil and a promise to him to save your virginity until marriage. He was naive to your vixen ways, truly going to the dark side when you and Eddie had first gotten together. That first night Eddie had called it how he saw it, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Your boyfriend was delighted when he saw his initial carved into a pretty necklace around your neck, white gold and close to your heart, where he intended to stay. It was of sheer mockery that his initials were also ‘E’. And when Eddie had given you the necklace, branding you as his, promising that you would forever be his, he couldn’t help but smirk and roll a chuckle out of his throat when he overheard poor Ethan noticing the necklace in the cafeteria and kissing your cheek in admiration. That night he had parked his van outside of Ethan’s perfectly poised and polished house, stuffed up next to the Harrington’s, and ate your pussy for hours in the back, making you come again and again until you were red, raw and achy, voice hoarse from yelling out his name as you only wore the necklace.

For Eddie, this situation started off by simply enjoying making the preacher's daughter squirm under his tongue in the church parking lot. Reveling in the fact that you had fallen from grace—for him. The town satanist. And he had to admit, the fact that you had a boyfriend who didn’t know you the way he did, made this all the better. It was innocent at first, a friendly gesture by you helping Eddie to study for Ms. O’Donnell’s class. A literal charity case helping the poor Munson boy pass. Whether that was to ensure he would never taint the halls of Hawkins High again, or to be a “good Christian” he didn’t care, he wanted to corrupt you, wanted to make your pretty little mouth murmur around his cock as you kneeled before him. But now it was much more than that.

You had changed, you weren’t the pretty little church girl anymore, you were his. Your parents had no idea that you sat on his guitar amps on Tuesday nights at the Hideout, grinding your pussy with the vibrations, getting yourself off watching him sing and play his guitar. Or that you had gotten higher than a kite with Eddie in his trailer after church every Sunday as your father kissed babies and shook farmers hands praying for rain this Spring and your mother served cake and coffee in the church hall. He just had to play along until graduation— when you would finally tell your parents to get bent and break up with the human purity ring.

Tonight wasn’t any different. Except it was the senior prom. Pressed cheek to cheek for Polaroids and the special ‘kodak moment’ with Ethan you ran the conversation you had with Eddie in your head a million times. “Do you want me to go?” He had you pinned down on his mattress, chest flush with the hideous patterned sheets, hands in cuffs straight ahead of you threaded in the rails of the headboard, ass angled upward as he pounded into your soft weeping pussy, “if you want me there baby, I’ll go, I’ll rent a fucking tux and be the suavest mother fucker there.”

You had already declined his offer, knowing you had already matched your dress with Ethan’s bow tie. “Eddie,” you protested and moaned as his dick curved into your g spot, “I’m going with E-,” he fucks into you harder, spreading his hatred through his entire body for when you spilled that disgusting name while he was inside you, “—him. I c-can’t. I want you to go— I’d rather have you come.. oh fuck.. I’m gonna come—” he wiggled his fingers beneath you and rubbed at your clit as he thrusted his dick into you, slamming hard against you as you unraveled at the seams for him.

It wasn’t until you were laying naked in his arms after he made you come a 4th time that night that he spoke of it again, “can I show up to the Grand March—watch you try not to tumble in some ridiculous heels in front of the whole town?” You had agreed to that. You wanted Eddie there, you wanted him to take you to your stupid prom, and be done with the bullshit. Wanted to be done with Ethan. But you were stunned when you didn’t see him anywhere. Not in the crowd, not holding up a door frame with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he was nowhere.

So you did what any other normal senior girl did at a prom, you danced, drank cheap punch, did the goddamn limbo. But when it was time to announce the King and Queen of 1986 Prom Extravaganza, a hand over your mouth and a slight drag of your hips pulled you off the dance floor and into the girls bathroom. Of course it was Eddie. He was wearing an expensive looking black velvet suit jacket and black slacks, a deep red button up shirt underneath, two silver chains adorned his neck, one with the smallest of your initials engraved on the side, and his signature black boots and rings. “Eddie? I thought you were only coming to Grand March— I looked but couldn’t find you.” His eyes rake over your body taking you in, the swell of your chest prominent in the sweetheart neckline of your pastel bubblegum dress, cinching at the waist and poofing out indefinitely like you were a true Disney Princess.

He was right, he was the suavest looking mother fucker at the prom, his long hair was freshly washed, curls still slightly damp and bouncing around his face. “You really think I’d miss seeing my girl all fancy and gussied up just so her boyfriend can masturbate and cry to the thought of what her boobs looks like?” he tuts, running a ringed hand along your chin, fingers dancing along your neck and the necklace he gave you. “That idiot wouldn’t know the first thing about how to make you come, how to make you feel good, I bet he doesn’t even know that you wear turtlenecks only because your neck is so hickied up by me that you look like your neck is broken.” His eyes are blown wide with rage and lust as he lowers his head, fringe of his bangs tickling your nose as he dives into your neck, lips plump beneath your ear, “his pure little saint and my devilish vixen, are the same girl and he has no fuck-ing clue.”

He lifts you up and hauls you into the nearest stall, kissing you deeply as you clung onto his neck. In seconds you are consumed by him, his mouth devouring every inch of your skin. Brushing your lips with his as he works on the many layers of your dress, hiking them up to find your pretty panties. He rips them off and gives them a good sniff before stuffing them into his jacket pocket. He kneels before you and spits harshly into your pussy, rubbing the saliva around with the pad of his thumb, circling your clit as your hands are buried in his hair, head thrown against the painted blue metal of the bathroom stall. He stands quickly and unzips his pants pooling them down around his feet. He hikes one of your legs around to sit on the toilet paper holder as he slots his cock between your folds, rubbing your slick and his spit against his girthy length.

And now for your Hawkins High 1986 Prom King!

The wavering sounds of the asshole behind the microphone crane into the stall of the bathrooms. Eddie shoves his fat cock up into your tight dripping hole, not giving you time to adjust as his mouth falls slack and his eyes roll back into his skull like billiard balls rolling into the correct pocket. “Fuck, swear this pussy gets tighter and tighter each time, Jesus Christ sweetheart.” Your fingers grip into the velvet of his suit as he pushes all the way into you, steadily moving his hips and grazing over that spongey spot, perfect ruddy tip of his cock poking and prodding as it feels like your guts will explode.

You whimper as he stretches your walls, the pressure of his cock filling you up making you cry out as he pumps relentlessly into you. “Mmm, fuck, I— oh my god.”

“What did you say baby?” Eddie smirks as his head is buried into your neck, sucking a wine colored bruise into your skin. He loves the way he can fuck you senseless, breaking you down to mush as you scream his name. Think your stupid boyfriend could do that? Try again.

“S—so good Eddie.” You’re already a blubbering mess, mascara spilling from your lashes as tears trickle down your face, the bliss of Eddie’s hips rocking into you sends you spiraling. Your belly- coiling and hot, ready to come undone.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eddie is the one whining now has his hips start to stutter, bangs stuck to his forehead as he licks his lips, “my perfect girl, secret vixen all for me.” He pumps harder now, hand pressing against your neck, the bottom of the ‘E’ from your necklace poking out beneath the heel of his hand. “Tell me you’re mine baby, fuck— tell me, tell me you’ll end it with him.”

“I— ”

For you it should have been a no brainer. He let it slip one night when your parents went out of town for the weekend. You told Ethan you had gone with them, relishing in two whole nights with Eddie all to yourself in the comfort of your own home. You were riding him in the living room, skin slick with sweat, both of you stark naked as you looked deep into his dark chocolate eyes. You rolled your hips around him, foreheads pressed together as you moaned into eachothers mouths. “Fuck, I love you,” Eddie breathed as you had both finished, shuttering around eachother as you fell forward into his chest. Pulling back and staring at him quizzically he continued,

“I mean it, you’re it for me babe.” You hadn’t said it back yet, still gathering your feelings for him, trying to decide what you were going to do.

Your fingernails dig at his chest, legs now wrapped around his lower back as he leans you against the wall. The heat of Eddie’s breath against your ear is what makes your orgasm snap. He rubs and slaps at your clit as you come.

Ladies and gentleman, it’s time to name the Hawkins High 1986 Prom Queen!

Your first and last name is blasted through the speakers of the gymnasium, filling up the echoing halls as you come hard on Eddie’s dick, “it’s over! mmm fuck— Eddie! Fuck— I’ll end it!” Eddie’s high hits him as your words flutter through his mind, ropes of hot cum spill into you and down your legs as relief washes over him. Your name is said again over the speakers.

Eddie lowers you to the ground, and zips up his slacks. He kisses you deeply before you break away, “I love you.” You confess to him, holding his face in your hands. He smiles shyly, wrapping you into his arms as he kisses your head, squeezing you tight.

“Come on,” he says, pulling you by the hand to the gymnasium smiling wildly, “go get your crown, and then we can leave.”

Eddie watches as the twinkling tiara is placed on your freshly fucked hair. The emcee announces you and captain douche Ethan as the 1986 King & Queen of Hawkins High. A dance is supposed to commence between the two royalties but you bail as you kick off your heels and run into Eddie’s arms. Both of you displaying middle fingers as a parting “fuck you”, he carries you out of the side door of the gym to his van. You spend the rest of the night wearing your crown as Eddie teases your clit with his tongue, reveling in the pretty noises rolling of your lips, his Queen.

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emcandon · 1 year ago

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the ballad of fancy uncle chucklefuck pt. 6

(previously on fancy uncle chucklefuck: 1, 2, 3 (look at the reblog for the update), 4, 5)

a long one! so this time, a cut!

GUESS WHO HAD A BAD TIME THIS WEEK HAHAHAHAHA

my plans to have fancy uncle chucklefuck idly making breakfast for the recently re-traumatized (BY HIS GOD) party were thwarted bc he instead woke up to being physically threatened by another, different god

bc lol the party weren't the only ones his god had pissed off -- an old god of the land itself had come to menace this sad old dandy and make its complaints Known

old god was understandably pretty upset that yet another power was throwing its weight around in barovia -- and even worse, possibly making itself available to strahd?? you idiot!! you asshole!! what's wrong with you!!

sidebar: feral hagdaughter tried to wallop the old god MULTIPLE TIMES bc it was the sensible thing to do! something seem dangerous? whack it until it goes away! DUH.

anyway btwn the old god's ire + the rest of the party's comments about "worst night of our lives" and "truly fucked nightmare" and the like, fancy uncle chucklefuck started to piece together that his god had maybe FUCKED AROUND only to leave him to be the one to find out! come on!! ¯\_(ಠ_ಠ)_/¯

anyway he went from protesting that he didn't really know anything to, well, protesting that he didn't really know anything, but with more detail.

you know, like admitting this power is something he recognizes but could never have expected to wield bc he doesn't even go here. (in terms of both being not of the royal bloodline, also not even technically from the kingdom, so like ¯\_(ಠ_ಠ)_/¯ !!!)

but also in terms of how, well, the power doesn't look like he remembers it looking. he's used it to make light and to heal -- and he only ever saw it used for violence, or to change the course of a mind.

which, to be fair, it has very obviously been fucking around in everyone's brains so ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

tl;dr it's new, he doesn't like it, he's never seen the god -- or whatever it is -- do anything for anyone that wasn't directly harmful, and the only time it ever saw fit to talk to him! it gave him a migraine! so like! ¯\_(ಠ_ಠ)_/¯

but the worst part was arguably when the old god made some comment about how this god loves him.

uh oh

oh no

why

tangentially, uncle chucklefuck asked Seasonal Affective Disorder: the Warlock a thing he'd been meaning to ask her ever since she said something about how there are "different kinds of dead"

namely whether it's possible for the soul--the self--to be carved out of a body, only for the body to still be breathing

(which was probably the most intense rush of emotion i'd felt at the table thus far bc holy shit not the time he wanted to ask that, if he ever even actually wanted to)

turns out this question hit HER in a terrible and unexpected way, but tl;dr the horrible answer is "YUP"

anyway that was around the point the old god decided it was satisfied -- which it articulated by suggesting they all go walk into a lake so as to not bring any more problems down upon its people or its land. buh-bye!

to which the dragonborn herbo was like "actually that sounds great, byyyyeeeee" and promptly exited stage left

the dour divine bard and SAD: the Warlock went to go talk her through her stress/ongoing powerful aversion to God Shit

which was DARLING esp bc the dour divine bard proved far more emotionally deft and gentle than they had yet dared to be!

but THEN the dragonborn herbo was like "THAT. CHUCKLEFUCK. TOLD ME NOT TO BE VULNERABLE. AND THEN WENT AND EXPOSED HIS ENTIRE FUCKING RIBCAGE TO US." (see 3)

here pictured: me, offscreen, wailing with laughter

SAD: the Warlock's answer to this was along the lines of "to be fair, uncle chucklefuck's probably going through it, and i suspect that awful god is too -- but ALSO, if they touch our brains again, i will kill him :)"

which made the dragonborn herbo feel better so we're all good now! we're fine! we're great! it's chill!

meanwhile fancy uncle chucklefuck had offered to make food for the group before answering any questions they wanted answered and feral hagdaughter was Extremely Interested in breakfast.

which was the most sensible thing that happened all morning and made him finally confess she's his favorite.

while they tended to that, a very distressed farmer's wife politely asked the utena butch bard whether the party planned.....to stay....any longer..... and desperately pretended the farmhouse was SO haunted by the most OBNOXIOUS ghosts so they would probably be MUCH happier if they just CONTINUED ON DOWN THE ROAD...

breakfast ended up remarkably chill all things given. dragonborn herbo (NEEDLESSLY!!!) apologizing for her "outburst" and committing to sticking with the group -- and making clear she keeps her fucking promises.

followed by fancy uncle chucklefuck cautiously offering to part ways with the group bc lol! didn't expect to be contagious! sorry! haha! fuck!

tho he was also talked out of this by the double-punch salvo of 1) we've already caught the contagion and distance probably won't help, 2) strahd has already proved Interested in your god and none of us really want him to get it, so!

ultimately we hit the road again with fancy uncle chucklefuck having changed into the farmer's spare clothes bc 1) god he's tired of putting on fancy face, 2) when he runs out of money, the fancy clothes will also be good for bartering.

and we left off on debating how best to deal with hags who have the bones that we want, with the conclusion that we definitely should not bargain with them, probably could not kill them, and therefore ought to steal from them -- so uncle chucklefuck has a new mission! which is teaching these whippersnappers how to do CRIME.

relatedly, two of the party members who are decidedly not actually whippersnappers due to various circumstances (dour divine bard + SAD: the Warlock) had a sidebar where they were like "hey i maybe Get you in a weird way. anyway are you also feeling 'i just met this dragonborn herbo but if anything happened to her i would kill everyone in this room and then myself?' yes? awesome. good talk."

great and functional party with tremendously admirable coping mechanisms you got there. would be a shame if they were to trauma-bond or something.

#dnd #fancy uncle chucklefuck

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louisisalarrie · 7 months ago

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Back when he was going clubbing with Briana, fans did see them kissing and hugging. But Annas the club promoter always let them know where they would go so fans knew and could be there watching them. It kind of backfired because fans would not post the pictures so we got cousin Ashley posting the two one where we can see them in the back of her nose to nose laughing. The time he went out and "made out" with the girl with the podcast, guess what? Annas let people know where Louis was going that night. So either they wanted people to see them and nobody cared and told her to say it on the podcast or she really didnt know and Louis did kiss her in case fans were lurking. Like Harry with Emily Ratajkowski. They do kiss people to maintain an image. It is like that pap that complained on deuxmoi that HLD bought the photos of Sofie and Louis and posted them before tabloids so those were worth nothing at the end lmao fans won't spread het louis themselves unless they get pap pics.

Oh yeah, they kiss when they’re stunting, bbg is a whole other can of worms and Annas my god hahahahaha.

but yeah, they uphold their image to a degree and need to be seen being het every once in a while, but I don’t believe they’re making out with every 20 something year old who bats their lashes at them.

#answered #anon #bbg #clout chasers

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wishing-stones · 1 year ago

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Also because this one literally just came to mind right now-- out of all the guys (stars and error included) who is most likely to have made a fursona/humansona of themselves? Unless there's more than one

OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAHA HUMANSONA

The noise I just made LMFAO.

The guys do have human 'disguises' that are largely a magical cantrip via Nightmare that they can lean on if they really have to blend in. It's the full body, too-- flesh, muscles, the works. They just don't have much of the internal workings of a human body. Food and drink are still processed normally for them-- via magic.

Dream can do it, too, and by extension, can also make the stars human disguises.

Yes, there has been more than one incident of the two parties passing like ships in the night because they do not recognize one another.

I'm about to out myself in a very old fandom of mine, but the concept is very similar to Gigai, just... magically rendered as opposed to bodies they inhabit.

So I guess those can be counted as "humansonas"

None of them would have fursonas because... well, most of them lived with Petting Zoo People, so it's a little strange.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #I am actually in tears holy shit LMAO #humansona I'm gonna die-

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queenofbaws · 9 days ago

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🧮💌💬🎶

And 💞 obviously!!

🧮 do you know how many words you wrote this year?

oh gosh, according to my progress tracking spreadsheet, god help me.......i'm clocking in at 364,299 words as of today 🫢 i didn't POST all those words, but.......i sure......i sure did write them. hmm.

(maybe i should start my brain-break early lmaooooOOOOO)

💌 did you receive any comments/reviews that stuck with you?

🥺 SO MANY?????????? i don't want to call specific people out because i don't know who does/doesn't have a tumblr so tagging and blahblahblah, but (thanks to the remake, i have to imagine), the outpouring of love i've gotten on the (almost)s this year has been.......so humbling. and i have cried from it on more than one occasion hahahahaha

it's been a very, very difficult year over here, i've been having A Rough TIme lately, but truly and genuinely and honest to god, waking up to a little (1) in my inbox or messenger or ao3 and hearing someone tell me how t(a) resonated with them personally, just...it made a lot of the hardest days a whole lot easier, and it reminded me over and over again that even when the story is hard to tell, someone somewhere might need to hear it someday. so. <3 yes. i've been very, very lucky in that i get to hear from all kinds of kind, wonderful people <3

💬 what dialogue are you most proud of?

asdkjfhaksjfhsjkdf okay, for real though, this little aside between kaitlyn and emma in like wringing blood from a stone is for sure one of my faves - it's just a conversation happening in the background of some other stuff, but getting to play with the hacketteers is SO much fun!

“Oh, totally. Totally! It’s hilarious, the way he gets. After you guys went to bed the other night, we…uh, hold up. You’re sure this isn’t, like…icky?” “What? Hearing you talk about my bffsie like the Grade-A, Triple Prime piece of meat he is? Please. Trust me, Em, I’d rather listen to you talk about him than the other way around.” “That bad, huh?” “Ever had a guy describe boobs to you? Like you don’t have your own? Like you’ve never encountered the concept of them in the wild? Like he’s Steve Irwin trying to get you to picture some kind of rare platypus that went extinct twenty-seven years ago?” “You know, I can’t say I have.” “Yeah, well, spoiler alert: That’s because you are the boobs in this one. So by all means, fire away! It’ll give me some ammunition to light him up with once we’re back home. Preferably in front of his mom. And his sisters.” “Oh my goshhh. And here everyone else is, thinking you’re the nice one!” “What? Since when?! Why am I the nice one? Obviously I’m the bada…uh, most hardcore of the Hacketteers.” “I don’t make the news, lady, I just report on it.” “Okay, well, whoever’s out there thinking I’m the nice one needs to take a look at the Shooting Star board one of these days. I’m a certified weapon, baby.” “Honestly? It’s probably because you’re such a pipsqueak.” “Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa! Hey now! Excuse you! In this house, we prefer ‘fun sized.’” “Like I said. I don’t make the news.”

🎶 any music/playlists you listened to while writing?

the number of times. i listened to kesha's joyride. on repeat. while finishing of mummy men & bathtub soup. is. unspeakable. kdjfksldjfklsjdfkj BEEP BEEP BITCH I'M OUTSIDE - GET IN LOSER FOR THE

JOYRIDE

year in review writing asks!

#uzoilol #asks #💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 RIGHT BACK ATCHA!!!! 😘 heehehe

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tobiasdrake · 9 months ago

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The Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan, Episode 3 - Haruhi Suzumiya!!

Despite my wishes for Yuki to be allowed to be happy, my character is here to fuck everything up and make everyone miserable. Let's go!

Given the lack of supernatural forces in this show, my money's on Love Triangle antagonist.

Oh thank Haruhi, she's still an asshole. Gonna be honest, the pleasant evening Yuki had with her last episode made me nervous that they'd sanded her edges off.

I'm still so nervous. I can feel her getting ready to create conflict.

She's here to get revenge against Yuki for stealing her God powers, by stealing Yuki's boyfriend. Who. Yuki. Also stole from her.

...okay so if Haruhi drowns Yuki in the nearest river it could reasonably be argued to be justified but I still don't wanna let her.

PROCESSING. PROCESSING. PROCESSING.

SYSTEM CRASH

This program has performed an illegal operation and had to be shut down.

You can take the girl out of the robot but you can't take the robot out of the girl.

"Sorry Haruhi but we don't have time to talk about aliens because we need to meet up with Ryoko Asakura."

The show did that on purpose. XD And I appreciate it.

She was going to kidnap Santa Claus! Not just meet him. She planned a full-on abduc--

Yo is that a bag of CEMENT!? Haruhi. Haruhi. I desperately need you to explain what the plan last night was.

Haruhi rejecting Yuki's gratitude on the grounds of, "Fuck you, I'm a selfish prick so you go ahead and take this credit for your personal achievement on yourself. The meanest possible way to build another person up.

This resonates with me so hard. Like. Actually, Haruhi's wrong. This is Individualist propaganda. It's okay to lean on others for support. Humans are social creatures.

But Haruhi's a selfish, violent misanthrope. She's young, stupid, and full of herself. So for her this is super endearing. I love that Haruhi gets soft moments but they're always filtered through the lens of Haruhi's personal shittiness.

HAHAHAHA It's okay I don't think she saw us HAHAHAHAHA

This show is so fucking good oh my god.

Every time I see Ryoko's cooking in closeup, I'm reminded of the fact that anime food must always, always be the most high-resolution incredible art imaginable. We don't want a repeat of the Bad Cabbage Incident that brought cultural shame to anime as a whole.

Thanks to badly drawn cabbage, drawing food so photorealistic that it ends up higher-quality than the animation around it is now a way of flexing in anime.

Oh shit, we're officially her friends.

It was a plot point in the Disappearance movie that Haruhi would have trouble getting in the school. Visibly wearing another school's uniform makes it clear that she's not supposed to be here.

How will Haruhi solve that problem this time around?

Fuck you, rules are fake. Anything is legal if you sprint fast enough.

XD I am so anxietous about my character being back in the show and yet so happy to see her. That's mah girl! She's here to make trouble!

Okay I said it before but.

I was worried last episode that they were sanding off Haruhi's edges. Making her nicer. Less shamelessly criminal. But no. This episode has put all of those concerns to rest.

Haruhi changed both herself and Itsuki into Kyon Gym Clothes Haruhi and Itsuki so fast I could practically hear her saying, "Oi! Kyon! We need to wardrobe-reference the movie so GIMME." In the movie, they had to wear Kyon's gym clothes because they were out in the streets trying to figure out a way to look inconspicuous with limited resources.

Here in the school building under no pressing urgency and with Haruhi's criminal proclivities, I feel like there were a million other ways they could blend in. They're doing this just because they did it in the movie.

Not a fan of that. For the last two episodes, the show's done a great job of blazing its own trail, which is what I like to see out of AU stories. While Haruhi shouting "Kyon! Gym clothes! Now!" so she can change into one of her other Movie Costumes feels inorganic and overly referential.

I love that Itsuki has taken Kyon's job of being Haruhi's luggage. And yet, there is an unmistakable flaw in Haruhi's approach. Well. Two flaws, given that the other is "This is not a magic world".

My bestie likes to feed birds on our balcony. They leave out a bowl of seed, and the birds come by and eat. They also leave peanuts for some of the larger birds like blue jays. Consequently, we have birds coming and going from our balcony all the time.

Our cat is very intrigued by this. During the day in spring and summer, he loves to go out on the balcony and hunt the birds. He can't wait to get his claws into a nice, juicy bird. The idea captivates him.

So we let him out onto the balcony and he hunts. By which I mean, he climbs up on the table and sits his ass next to the bowl. In plain sight. Supremely visible. And then he waits.

And waits.

To date, he has never caught a bird. For some reason, the birds are reluctant to come to the balcony when a visible predator is sitting next to their food bowl. His enthusiasm is great, but he has produced a 0% success rate not because birds don't exist, but because birds will not approach under the conditions he creates.

That's her. That is Haruhi. She's dragging Itsuki around by the ear so that she can be nearby when he reveals his true secret nature. Failing to realize that he will never reveal his true secret nature (even if he still had one) so long as she is around to see it. That's what makes it secret.

Last night's Santa experiment is very much the same. Santa never sprang Haruhi's trap. But is that because Santa does not exist? Yes. But more importantly, even if he did exist, Santa would be unlikely to drop what he's doing to go to a random park just because some girl standing nearby wrote a message saying "HEY COME HERE I HAVE CAKE".

Haruhi's methodology needs a lot of work. Her self-absorption deprives her of the subtlety required to create an effective trap.

YUKI NO

DO NOT SURRENDER CONTROL OF YOUR CLUB LIKE THIS

You worked so hard for this. Do not let Haruhi take her powers back control of your club away from you!

Ryoko! RYOKO COME DO SOMETHING

Oh thank Haruhi, Ryoko is here to fuck up Haruhi. We're good. Everything's fine. That girl doesn't even go to our school. There is no way Lawful Menace is going to stand for this.

SHE STOOD FOR THIS WHAT THE FUCK

Ryoko no you were our last hope

I do admit, I'm interested to see where this is going to go. Ryoko didn't get to interact with Haruhi, like, at all back in the original show 'cause it was so Kyon-centric. And also 'cause she died moved to Canada.

I said before that I like it when AU stories go in new directions rather than trying to skew too close to the original source material, and letting Haruhi and Ryoko hang out is certainly a new direction.

(continued in reblog)

#the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya #the disappearance of nagato yuki chan #drake watches haruhi suzumiya

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hauntedwizardmoment · 5 months ago

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Okay okay okay thank you now that I have the correct threesomes in mind. Yeah. Yeah. Okay torment nexus.

Question for you: thoughts on J4’s mental status during this whole trip. I feel like she’s blistering mad but like, isn’t she always? And god if she gives in how is she different from Porter? Like I feel like that’s why she’s so good at taking care of J2/J3 but like. I have no idea if J2 is possible of doing that back to J4 you know???? Like my feeling is that J2 would wait for either the direction on what to do next OR even worse pulls out the same moves Porter taught him (which I imagine would throw J4 so hard she might pull back?)

Also J3. Hahahahaha. Once again getting what he wants but not what he needs. Actually fucking up everything he needs bc he got what he wants. (I pity him). I do feel like J3’s escape techniques are like. What’s actively causing the despair this time so does my guy just Not catch a break until reconciliation with J4 (and I guess J2)?

oh god so this whole setup is like designed to put j4 on edge i think. like she's literally torn between being Like Porter (domineering, controlling, possessive) or being Like Jace (fawning, submissive, helpless). her twin impulses. she's of both of them, and either way she's fucked.

and j2 is like. he's so good at receiving, at taking everything he's given, but thats when he's under someone who isnt falling apart. j4 is actively a complete mess during Emotionally Draining Threesomes Torment Nexus. and i think he doesnt really know how to comfort her bc he's made For Porter. he's jace's precious gift, with all that implies, and when porter needs comforting it's always "you're so strong, you'll be the most powerful god in all the pantheons, your mission is true and beautiful, i'll always worship you" etc etc this like, keening simpering nonsense that's meant to patch up any insecurities. it's not an honest conversation about recurring harmful patterns of behavior and j4's fractured psyche. it's not what j4 needs, he can't be what she needs, and it hurts both of them.

and as for j3. i mean. yeah. nail on the head. hes not getting a break and he made this mess himself and is incapable of cleaning it up until j4 gives him the time of day again. world's most pathetic man. he got porter's attention and was spared jace's wrath for one beautiful night and then he spends SO long paying for it and nearly ruins everything

#asks #humanshapedstress #clone enjoyers anonymous

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howlingday · 2 years ago

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SOLID BLAKE AWESOME 2

ARGH!

Ruby: Okay, so... two two eight point zero zero eight. Alright, cool!

Blake: Hey, bitch! What's up?

???: Who the fuck are you?!

Blake: IT'S... NOT IMPORTANT.

???: Holy shit, you're Blake! Oh my gosh! You're so awesome! You're so hot!

Blake: Some people call me that...

Ilia: (Takes off mask)

Blake: WHOA! MONTY OUM'S PROVERBIAL SON!

Ren: Thanks, brah.

Ilia: So what's up?

Blake: I need you to advance the plot!

Ilia: Done aaaaaand done.

Blake: Thanks, baby.

Ilia: Need anymore sexual tension?

Blake: Nah, I'm good!

Blake: (Door opens) Whoa, cool!

Blake: (Shredded by lasers)

Ruby: What the fuck?! Nobody told me there were lasers there!

Ilia: Hey, Blake, there are lasers there.

Blake: (Pile of dust, Angrily ashes)

Blake: (Revives) OKAY! I guess I'll use my cigarettes I hid in my STOMACH!

Blake: AWESOME!

Blake: (Lights up, Coughs horribly)

Blake: (Passing through lasers) OH GOD, IT'S KILLING ME! I CAN'T TAKE THESE THINGS!

Blake: (Door opens, Runs) OH GO-

Blake: (Blown up by bombs) BWAFF! BOH! BAGH! BARGH!

Ruby: ...WHAT THE FUCK?! NOBODY TOLD ME THERE WERE BOMBS THERE!

Ilia: Hey, Blake, there are bombs there.

Blake: (Singed, Ashy) OH, THANKS, BITCH!

Blake: OH, GEE WHIZ! I HOPE A TANK DOESN'T COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND TOTALLY OWN ME!

Blake: (Hatch opens, Blasted by tank shells)

Blake: YOU KNOW, SERIOUSLY, I'M GETTIN A LITTLE FUCKING PISSED OFF!

Ilia: Hey, Blake! A tank is gonna come out of nowhere and-

Blake: SHUT UP!

Hazel: Cryptic metaphor!

Blake: Do you seriously think this is fucking fair?

Hazel: ...Just throw grenades at me.

Blake: Oh. (Throws grenade)

Blake: Awesome! (Flies off)

Hazel: Hahahahaha! I gave her more than a scorpion hunts for in the night!

Watts: ...What?

Hazel: The cat prowls fiercely, but cannot brush their teeth, for as the ancient Egyptians are aware of, cats have no toothbrush to brush their teeth!

Watts: ...Shut up.

Hazel: The scorpion on my back thirsts for her blood!

Tyrian: DAMN RIGHT, [REDACTED], M-MM!

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Pyrrha: Blake, you can't use weapons on that floor.

Blake: The fuck are you?!

Pyrrha: Actually, I just made it impossible for you to use weapons anyway.

Blake: WHOA WHOA WHAT?!

Pyrrha: That floor holds dust weapons which are very-

Blake: FUCK! I CAN'T USE WEAPONS! GOD- (Shot to death)

Pyrrha: (Winces) I guess that was kinda stupid...

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Blake: (Sniffs) Argh! Did somebody fart in here?!

???: Yo, yo, yo, Gee-Girl, Cat's Eye Bee.

Blake: What?

???: Yee-Yeah, aight. Launch a mothafuckin missile to blat blat that power majigah, kitty-cat muthahfuckah.

Blake: How does everyone know my scroll number?! GOD!

???: Yee-Yeah, aight. Just call me... Black Ring.

Blake: Gross!

Blake: (Launches missile)

Goons: (Dead and dying)

Thug: Ooh, that looks kinda nice- (Pinned to the wall) AAAAGH!

Blake: What the hell?!

Jaune: Yeah, yeah, follow me, Blake!

Blake: ...You know, that doesn't exactly sound like a good idea.

Jaune: Just do it, motherfucker!

Blake: FINE, GEEZ!

Oscar: Oh my god, I'm so scared! UAUAUAH! (Pisses everywhere)

Jaune: Aw, shit, dude, this is disgustin'!

Blake: Hey, guys, I just- AGH! WHAT THE FUCK?! SON OF OUM! ARGH!

Ren: Hey, man. You called- Oh god! OH GOD!

Ozpin: Hey, guys, I- OH, GEEZ! OH, THIS IS SO GROSS! WHY WOULD THE BROTHERS INVENT PISS ANYWAYS?!

Jaune: STOP PISSING, DUDE!

Oscar: Okay! (Stops peeing)

Jaune: So, Blake, I see you've arrived.

Blake: Argh, I got fucking piss ALL over me!

Jaune: BLAKE! HURT ME! A LOT! PLEASE!

Blake: What?

Jaune: MORE, BLAKE! HURT ME MORE, BABY!

Blake: Dude... Holy shit...

Jaune: I'M JUST SO FOCKING CRAZY! BLBLBL! (Bounces off walls) BLBLBLBLBL! (Wangs head angainst the floor)

Blake: ...

Blake: THE RUSTED KNIGHT!

Blake: Hey, stupid bitch, whatever your name is, I don't know, that's THE RUSTED KNIGHT!

Pyrrha: Yeah, I know. I forgot to tell you.

Blake: You know, you're a bitch!

Pyrrha: He was experiment.

Blake: In what?! S&M or something?!

Pyrrha: Shut up, Blake! You're hurting my feelings inadvertently!

Blake: Fine! Go be all fucking mysterious! See if I care!

Blake: (Eats entire supercomputer console) God, what did you fucking drink?!

Oscar: You're not one of them?

Blake: Dude, you literally pissed like a million gallons of pee all over the place!

Oscar: IT'S JUST LIKE MY EUROPEAN FOLKTALES!

Blake: ARGH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I'M TALKING ABOUT PISS AND SHIT, AND YOU'RE TALKING SOME STUPID FAIRY TALES NOBODY GIVES A FOCK ABOUT!

Oscar: (Sobs)

Blake: Okay, look, the relics are these new glodgy things, and I, like, need you to become a main character or whatever.

Oscar: The relics control dust weapons? No... It can't be...

Blake: YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T KNOW?!

Oscar: Look, I'm about to say a lot of shit and explain, like, a billion things that don't make ANY sense so you might as well skip this part.

Ruby: Alright, at least you had the decency to tell me.

Ruby: ...Fucking bombs. (Skips)

Oscar: (Pushing against advancing Blake) ARE YOU COMING ONTO ME?!

Blake: (Drops Oscar, Blushing) WHOA! WH- WHY'D YOU STOP ON THIS PART?!

Ruby: Oh shit! Sorry! (Skips)

Oscar: Remember when Ilia totally wiggled her ass right in your face?

Blake: Oh yeah! I remember that! ...Wait, that was important? I had no idea, I was just staring at her ass.

Oscar: Yeah, it was important! Dumbass...

Blake: SHUT UP! (Shoots)

Oscar: FUCK! YOU JUST SHOT ME IN THE LEG!

Blake: So?

Oscar: (Whimpers, Sobs)

Blake: OKAY! Time to find Ilia!

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Blake: Okay, now to stare at people's asses for a while.

Port: (Ass-crack in view)

Blake: (Shudders) This would be a lot cooler without the whole NOT Ilia's ass thing!

Blake: Fuck!

Blake: (Finds half-naked Ilia) WHOA! DAMN! AWESOME! HOLY SHIT!

Ilia: Blake... I... really need someone to talk t-

Blake: Shut up, unless it's your ass talking!

Ilia: Blake, please! This is really important to-

Blake: What?! I can't hear you! I'm too busy looking at your ass! Plus your nipples are bleeding through your tanktop.

Ilia: (Puts on pants)

Blake: Oh. Okay, let's go.

Ilia: Blake, whenever I lost my parents, I-

Blake: (Punches Ilia, Knocks her out) AMAZING! LET'S GO!

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Ilia: BLAKE... MAKE LOVE TO ME, BLAKE! I WANT YOU... FOREVER!

Blake: Dude!

Emerald: You're supposed to hit her!

Blake: Damn right, I'm gonna hit that!

Emerald: Ugh, dammit! (Knocks out Ilia)

Blake: WHAT THE FUCK, ASSHOLE?!

Emerald: So, I see you're a fan of Gen:Lock, huh?

Ruby: Whoa- Whoa- Gh- Whoa! WHAT?!

Emerald: LET'S FIGHT, BLAKE!

Blake: Um, okay!

SOLID_BLAKE_AWESOME_2.JIF has performed an illegal operation and will now shut down permanently.

Ruby: ...

Emerald: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ruby: OH! WHAT?! ARGH!

Emerald: (Slapping Blake's ass to the ground) OWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWN!

Blake: OH MY GOD, I CAN'T DO ANYTHING! SHE CAN READ MY MIND!

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5 Days Later...

Ruby: Yeah, I don't know what the fuck to do.

Yang: You gotta flip your scroll upside-down, dude.

Ruby: Oh. How the fuck was I supposed to figure that out?

Yang: General Ironwood tells you.

Ruby: Gah- You know, that's really cool and all, but, like, seriously! What the hell?!

Yang: Yeah, I know what you mean.

Ruby: Ah, well, whatever.

Yang: Hey, guess what?

Ruby: What?

Yang: (Pops out of the scroll, Punches Ruby)

#rwby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #egoraptor #metal gear awesome 2 #ruby rose #ilia amitola #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #ozpin #oscar pine #hazel rainart #tyrian callows #arthur watts #peter port #emerald sustrai

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kumamoto-division · 1 year ago

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ARB Birthday special: Kururi Yamamura

-september 21d-

"it is sometimes an appropiate response to reality to go insane"

"waa! Today it's my birthday! Happy birthday myself hahahaha"

"this is for me!? Thanks You for remember!"

Voice lines

"My two cute marionettes gifted me two pretty dresses and and some accesories,besides Kunio made a party for me in the theater...I don't remember celebrate y birthday with something like that after oto san....but it involved use homemade pyrotechnics and set something on fire...good times thoses"

"Hi nii san...¿Why?...You have something for me? gimme gimme!... okay i'm sorry hahaha..."

"A new doll! Oh god is gorgeous...now mademoiselle have a new friend,thank You Nii San... what's?... hahaha a night of fire and blood with You?! Of course! Haha...yeah that's night will be so fun"

"Kunio San hi...yes i'm happy today....¿for me? But You and the theater staff already made me a birthday party...o right"

"this is one of your own knifes? It's very pretty maybe I will use it that night with My brother...uh! It's nothing"

"hi Natsume San,let me adivine a birthday gift... hahaha I knew!"

"A purple crystals necklace?...but those stones... poisonous?...I understand now,this will be very useful for me, thanks you Natsume san"

Aoba voice lines

"hi Rui "¿Why i'm here?" I have something for You....wow wow hey calm down Kururi and let me give You your birthday gift"

"I gifted You the doll "mademoiselle" when we was kids so I thought on give you a friend for her.... it's nothing little sister and I have another gift...what do you think of a siblings night out? Saika and Bluefire causing chaos until dawn? Hahahahaha I knew that ou will acept it,oh this night will be so fun hahahahaha"

Kunio voice lines

"good morning my apprentice, you look happy today and talking about that i have a gift for you... it's true but it was the staff gift but i not give You something yet"

"yes is it, You need a new knife in your birthday day...yea it's pretty,uh You said something Kururi?...ok"

Natsume voice lines

"hi Ruri chan I have something for You...yes it's a birthday gift haha"

"happy birthday,I hope You accept this necklace... it's not a normal necklace,this crystals are made by myself and are poisonous...the crystals are diluted in the liquid put it in a drink and the person who drinks it die of asphyxiation"

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #hypnosis microphone #kumamoto division #strange magic #aoba yamamura #kunio chōten #natsume kurome #Kururi Yamamura #happy birthday Kururi 2023 #double face #alternative rap battle

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zazumlele · 2 years ago

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Break my Lock

By ZaZum

“So, Five Wee-Wees, tell me. Which one do you piss with?”

“Hah hah, very funny.” Shouto pushed his face out of the way and walked to where his bag was laying on the bed, searching for his night clothes.

“What’s funny? I think out of everybody, I’m the one who ought to know the function of each of your wee-wees! Hahahah” he jumped on his own bed while laughing, grabbing his phone to scroll at nothing in particular.

Todoroki fixed his deadpan look on him and grabbed ahold of one of the silver gadgets that were already on his bag, then said, very seriously, “This is the one you should be worried about” and fucking winked.

Sooo, this is a small piece from my TodoBaku fanfic, which you can access here :)

Words: 59904, Chapters: 12/?, Language: English

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature (actually going Explicit)

“So, Five Wee-Wees, tell me. Which one do you piss with?”

“Hah hah, very funny.” Shouto pushed his face out of the way and walked to where his bag was laying on the bed, searching for his night clothes.

“Pffffft” Bakugou forgot his phone and just rolled around on the bed, laughing out loud. “Oh my God, you’re so stupid!”

“You were the one who started it”, the taller boy said while taking his shoes and jacket off, getting ready for a shower.

“Yeah, right. But you know, you’ve actually hurt my feelings, Icyhot.”

Todoroki threw a questioning look on his direction, already prepared for whatever bullshit Bakugou would most certainly say. The blond made a dramatic pause before speaking, “It’s been five minutes already since we arrived and you didn’t ask to see my cute face not even once! Hahahahaha!”

He was occupied laughing again so he didn’t see Shouto jumping on top of him, rolling around until both of them ended up on the floor with a loud thud. He was laid down on his back with Shouto sitting on top of him and holding his hands down.

“Bakugou”, he said in that serious tone again.

“What?”, the blond replied good naturedly. That position wasn’t half bad.

And then Shouto made his best attempt at imitating the expression the Shinketsu girl gave him and the honey-sweet tone of voice. “Hey there. I want to see your cute face.”

Katsuki just lost his shit.

He recovered about a minute later, stomach aching with how much he had laughed. He didn’t remember the last time he laughed so much he ran out of breath. Shouto wasn’t laughing, but he was smiling and staring at him quite endearingly.

“Your laugh is too cute, I’m gonna get addicted to it.”

Bakugou stopped laughing abruptly and forced his scowl back on his face. He wouldn’t let him get away with that sort of comment.

“It’s not fucking cute, fuck off.”

“Oh yeah, it’s totally cute. Laugh again.”

“Fuck no, get off me!”

And that’s how they ended up with Todoroki trying to tickle him and then Bakugou doing it back and eventually turning it into a pillow fight that had them nearly destroying the whole room. They just stopped when there was a knock on the door and Shouto opened it to find a tired looking All Might staring at them disappointedly.

“Young men, I know you have your differences but can you please be civil towards each other just for one night? We can hear you fighting from across the hallway.”

Katsuki and Shouto shared a meaningful look before the taller teen looked back at All Might and assured him they’d do their best. He closed the door and moved to start rearranging their messed room into a plausible living space. “Heard that, Bakugou? Be civil.”

Bakugou tsk-ed and threw one last pillow at Shouto’s head for good measure. When they finished cleaning up their mess, Shouto took his change of clothes and marched for the bathroom they had inside the room. “Will you let me take my shower now?”

Katsuki reached for him one last time and pulled him towards himself. “No”, he said, and then kissed those stupid lips like he’s been wanting to all afternoon. “There, now you’re free to take your shitty shower.”

Shouto’s eyes were still watching Katsuki’s lips, quickly turning into a tease and kissing him one last time before whispering, “My five wee-wees won’t wash on their own” and leaving for the bathroom with a smirk on his face after succeeding in making Bakugou laugh yet again. Stupid bastard.

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Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Getting Together, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Secret Relationship, First Dates, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Homophobia

#todobaku #bakudeku #tdbk #bktd #todoroki shoto #bakugo katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #my hero academia #reposting because tumblr messed it up the first time

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dinsbeskar · 1 month ago

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*HIGH PITCHED DOLPHIN NOISES*

I LOVE THIS!!!! you write him so well, like the manipulation and his true feelings bleed together in a way that we can see, even he can see, but there is ambiguity in them that makes it so delicious to read

But it was not the Queen Regent that made his eyes widen and his heart skip a beat. It was a simple woman standing next to her – (Y/N).

Skip a beat!!! I'm choosing to believe it's a silly lil crush heartbeat skip, and not a "ffs I thought you were dead" heartbeat skip 😂😂

Sauron was defeated. He just had to hug her back because what kind of husband would he be if he pushed her away in a moment like that?

He just had to!!! God what a trial 😂

“I thought I'd lost you, love…” he muttered to her and she took a step back to take a better look at his scratched cheeks and dry lips as she cupped his face gently.

FUCK THIS WOULD WORK ON ME

I'm so mad like he's deceiving everyone so hard but this would work on me 😂😂

And yet, some part of him, buried deep inside, was somehow glad to see the young woman again; safe and alive.

😏 yes he was!!! YES HE WAS 👏👏👏

“Oi!” (Y/N) shouted at her, visibly upset with Galadriel's words. “I ain't leavin' here! Speak for yerself, Elf. Me an' my husband, we'll stay right here!” She protested and Sauron only watched with a hint of a smirk but he wanted very much to burst into laughter. It was truly priceless to see Galadriel's face being taken aback by Halbrand's wife and her way of being.

I YELLED

Like he's trying to get Galadriel on side but also his "wife" is hilarious and the idea of him being torn between the two is just so delicious

“And how are we meant to pay for it, huh?” Sauron leaned on the wall with his arms crossed, tan muscles flexing under his brand new tunic that had been given to him back in the palace.

:)))))))

Muscles. Flexing.

:)))))))

I have no words, I'm moving on

“It's alright, love, we'll manage. Don't you worry,” Sauron assured her and kissed the palm of her hand as she cracked a smile at him.

Fuck's sake, I love a palm kiss 🙌🙌🙌 and the reassurance??? Like the softness is killing me, he's deceiving her but it's so soft 🤦‍♀️ kill me now

“She's nobody. Just a random woman who showed up and burdened me with her presence,” Sauron answered and (Y/N) seemed to be very pleased with that answer, although it was quite funny to watch because he had just described her.

HAHAHAHAHA I YELLED

"Just some annoying rando" 😂😂😂 "no babe I'm not talking about you"

It was the very first night they were left alone, without anyone being around in the same tent or the same deck. Their own little house in a beautiful realm across the sea. (Y/N) laid on Sauron's chest with a smile and played with the hair on his chest as she brushed it with her fingers and twisted the curls gently.

Oh god this image???? Has me so soft???? So tender????? And the chest hair!!!! Sauron's chest hair reigns supreme again (no I cannot be normal about it)

(Y/N) lifted herself up and leaned in to place a kiss upon his lips – a lingering one that was slowly growing more needy and passionate. Sauron panicked deep inside. He was certainly not signing up for this.

OH MY GOD

Like how far undercover does he go, does he sleep with this random woman, just to keep her on side??? Yes of course, he's committed to the bit, but is it just for the mission??? Bro let yourself enjoy it!!

“What is it, Hal? It's been weeks since we've been close, an' ye're always so eager. Do ye not desire me anymore?” She looked away. “Is it because of that Elf? Has she bewitched ye?”

“Don't be foolish,” Sauron rolled his eyes but it only made her huff and he realised he just had to make love to her on that night.

“Come 'ere,” Sauron pulled her closer and rolled her on her back as he hovered above her and her frown turned into a giggle.

"Had to make love to her" oh no oh dear what a shame 😂

Something about her laughter at that moment was truly heartwarming. It was innocent, nearly childish, as if she suddenly had no worries and nothing but love for her husband filled her whole body. Sauron froze for a while and just stared at her face as his heart squeezed deep inside his chest. What was that odd feeling he was starting to develop?

I fucking love this 😂😂😂 "what is this?? A feeling??? Absolutely not!!"

He did not want it… He did not…

Shut up, yes you do 😂😂😂

“I am so glad you are here with me, love; that the tides did not take you away from me,” he confessed, trying to convince himself it was only Halbrand trying to woo his wife, nothing else – nothing more.

Yes of course, just keeping up the act, definitely just acting, went from contemplating murder to sleeping with her, totally normal behaviour 😂

“Nothin' could ever keep me from ye, Hal,” she batted her eyelashes at him before he joined their lips together.

He joined their lips together

LOVE THIS 🙌 like yeah sure he's just acting maybe but also he did that!!!

The worst thing was, though, that she would not be so eager to play along to his lie that he was planning to feed Lady Galadriel with. It was interfering with his plans and as his anger grew, he wished (Y/N) to die once more.

Bruh. Bruuuuuuuh

But then she laid her wet eyes upon him again as she sniffled and his heart softened despite his own will.

Ahhh there we go lmfao, man is secretly soft and I love it (soft!sauron is my fave and I don't even care that it's a teeny bit ooc)

“My husband's lands, ye say, Elf?” (Y/N) burst out in laughter. “Please, ye've no idea what ye're speakin' of. That man comes from nothin' an' has nothin'. The only bit of land we had was from me ol' man, an' that's gone now, taken by the Orcs. Even that pendant he's wearin' isn't his. It was Diarmid's.”

RUINING HIS PLANS, ONE BIG MOUTH AT A TIME

Lmfao I died 😂😂😂

If any of the women looked at his eyes now, they would realise he is no mortal man and surely not a good spirit.

Lmfao he's so fucking funny, "don't be suspicious don't be suspicious don't be suspicious"

“Haven't heard of that lad, who's he?” She asked and Sauron clenched his jaw to force the laughter to stay in the back of his throat.

Calling Sauron "that lad" in front of him, absolutely hilarious, comedy gold, I cannot stop laughing

Sauron felt the sudden urge to defend her like she had unwillingly defended him only a moment ago.

Ohhh the train is pulling in, next stop Down Bad Station

Sauron wrapped his hands around the iron bars of his cell as he wanted to call out after her as Halbrand probably would but then he realised… It would only be for the better if she decided to stay here and finally leave him alone to his schemes.

nO we can't have that, like yes absolutely she'd be better off without him for sure, but ummmmm we're in this now for better or worse 😂

Lily, this was absolutely hilarious, i died multiple times, but it was also so sweet and emotional, I love where it's going!!! 💜💜💜

— SOMEPLACE BETTER (II)

PART ONE

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!human!Reader

SUMMARY — Sauron reunites with Halbrand's wife in Númenor where she keeps interfering with his plans and schemes nearly all the time.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — So, obviously, the Reader did not die in the last part and here we are with the part two! 💕 She can't be too easy to get rid of! 🤣 Sauron is a bit ooc here (and surely will be at the end of this fic), so be warned! 🤧

WORD COUNT — 3,630

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

SOMEPLACE BETTER (II)

Sauron certainly considered (Y/N), the wife of Halbrand to be dead now and he did not really bother himself with thinking much of her. Especially now, with Lady Galadriel by his side as if the Valar themselves put her there for him to make sure his plan would work.

When he entered the palace in Númenor barefoot, in ragged clothes and with the Elf by his side, of course they drew attention. Everyone turned around with the beautiful Queen Regent amongst them – he recognised her immediately because there was only one woman inside that room dressed so splendidly and he had overheard the guards earlier mentioning some Queen Regent being present. That stunning woman just had to be her.

But it was not the Queen Regent that made his eyes widen and his heart skip a beat. It was a simple woman standing next to her – (Y/N).

She looked different now. Her hair was brushed and clean as ever and she was wearing a brand new dress, which was simple but probably the fanciest thing she had ever worn either way. It was dark green and her cheeks were painted slightly with a rogue.

Sauron had to admit that in this certain light and when she was not wearing rags, she looked quite… pretty.

“Halbrand, ye bastard! Thought I'd lost ye again!” She exclaimed, making wide eyes and now everyone looked at her as Sauron gritted his teeth.

That woman seemed to be indestructible and she would ruin all of his schemes.

“Your Highness, this here's my husband I've spoken of – the one I lost at sea!” (Y/N) looked at the Queen Regent and the Queen nodded at her with a soft smile.

After that gesture, Halbrand's wife ran up to him but not without giving Galadriel a dirty look on the way.

“I turn me back for but a moment, an' ye've gone an' found yerself a fine Elven lady. Truly, ye're unbelievable!” (Y/N) exclaimed and pushed his chest slightly but not without a loving smile. Then, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Sauron was defeated. He just had to hug her back because what kind of husband would he be if he pushed her away in a moment like that?

“I thought I'd lost you, love…” he muttered to her and she took a step back to take a better look at his scratched cheeks and dry lips as she cupped his face gently.

“Me an' a few others, we were the lucky ones. A ship from here found us an' took us in,” (Y/N) explained. “Folks here are so kind, Hal. They looked after us, even gave me new clothes. An' Her Highness herself wanted words with me, to know more about me! Me – simple, foolish (Y/N)!” She shook her head as she seemed to be in awe with everything around her. “Ye were right. A good life awaits us here,” she added and caressed his chest.

“You're neither simple nor foolish to me,” Sauron whispered, reassuringly. He was trying to show softness in his eyes despite his frustration and anger.

And yet, some part of him, buried deep inside, was somehow glad to see the young woman again; safe and alive.

Galadriel kept watching them curiously with the corner of her eye.

“Have you greeted your husband now, (Y/N)?” The Queen Regent asked and (Y/N) turned around to face her as she nodded, nervously. The Queen Regent was not mean or rude but a simple woman like Halbrand's wife was extremely intimidated by her presence anyway.

“Aye, Your Highness,” (Y/N) answered.

“He might want to enlighten us then what an Elf is doing by his side,” Queen Regent laid her scolding eyes on Sauron.

“I'd like to know about that as well, Your Highness,” (Y/N) shot another dirty glance at Galadriel.

“Circumstances arose that–” Sauron started, trying to pose as a simple man who pretended to speak in a more fancy manner to impress the nobles.

“We are companions by chance. Met on the open sea,” Galadriel interrupted him. “Your captain here, delivered us from certain death. All we ask is that Númenor continue his mercy and grant us ship's passage to Middle-earth.”

“That sounds generous and reasonable,” he nodded and Galadriel shot him a deadly glance.

Sauron and (Y/N) were taken to their new place by the guards – a poor house located in the city centre near the taverns and the harbour. Sauron could immediately see that the house had belonged to simple commoners before but the standards were still more than enough for (Y/N). She was in awe as she looked around and her eyes sparkled at the sight.

“This place is truly a paradise,” she told him with a grin.

“And how are we meant to pay for it, huh?” Sauron leaned on the wall with his arms crossed, tan muscles flexing under his brand new tunic that had been given to him back in the palace.

“The good Queen's promised it'll be free of charge for half a year,” (Y/N) informed him. “I'm sure ye can find work by then, Hal. In a city like this, they must have need of plenty of smiths!” She approached him cheerfully and threw her hands around his neck before leaning in to peck his lips. “Are ye not happy, love?” She asked.

Sauron couldn't stop thinking of Lady Galadriel, though. Would she try to find him now and convince him to come back to Middle-earth as the King of The Southlands? He certainly hoped so.

And he hoped that Halbrand's wife would not ruin his plans either. Therefore, he had to be nice to her now, so she would lie for him later when he'd ask her to.

“I am,” he nodded and fixed a reckless hair strand on her head. “I'll ask around for work. And what about you?”

At his words, (Y/N) looked down nervously and Sauron raised an eyebrow at her.

“I fear I won't be of much use here, love,” she admitted, truly ashamed, which he could see in her glistening eyes when she glanced up. “I don't reckon they've need for a simple woman like me 'round here. But I'll try, I promise, Hal. I'll do me best to find work. I won't leave ye to it alone,” she cupped his face and sniffed her tears back.

“It's alright, love, we'll manage. Don't you worry,” Sauron assured her and kissed the palm of her hand as she cracked a smile at him.

They stood in silence like that for a short moment, which was quite lovely until (Y/N) decided to break the blissful peacefulness again because she simply could not be silent for too long.

“An' what's the business with that she-Elf, then?” She asked and Sauron sighed.

“Hal,” she looked up and he glanced down at her, lazily. “My love, can ye promise me ye'll stay away from the taverns? Or at least be reasonable with it? This is meant to be a new life for us. A fresh start, ye said yerself. When the good Queen asked me about ye, I only spoke well of ye. I wanted ye to begin here with no bad reputation, an' please, let's keep it that way,” she pleaded.

“I promise,” Sauron whispered and brushed her cheek with his fingertip. It was so easy to give false promises. Nearly too easy.

And she wanted to believe him, desperately.

Halbrand's wife could sense his sudden nervousness and she moved away, feeling embarrassed.

“What is it, Hal? It's been weeks since we've been close, an' ye're always so eager. Do ye not desire me anymore?” She looked away. “Is it because of that Elf? Has she bewitched ye?”

“Don't be foolish,” Sauron rolled his eyes but it only made her huff and he realised he just had to make love to her on that night.

Not that desires of the flesh were foreign to him but it had been centuries when he had a proper body for the last time. He was still not fully used to his new form and she was… Far from his usual type.

Although in the dim light of a candle that danced upon the wall of their new home, with her skin and hair clean as ever and a pretty new nightgown in a cream colour, he surely felt some attraction to Halbrand's wife and he could even understand the man for marrying her despite her big mouth and other annoying qualities.

Her devotion to him was undoubted, though.

“Come 'ere,” Sauron pulled her closer and rolled her on her back as he hovered above her and her frown turned into a giggle.

He did not want it… He did not…

“Nothin' could ever keep me from ye, Hal,” she batted her eyelashes at him before he joined their lips together.

Sauron was leaning on the wall inside the jail cell he was kept inside and when he heard the steps approaching him, he could sense (Y/N) rushing to him as he smirked to himself.

“What happened?!” She ran up to the bars and wrapped her hands around the iron. “Hal…!” She sighed at the sight of his freshly bruised face when he turned around. “Ye promised me... an' here I am, after bein' told me husband's in prison for startin' a pub fight!”

“I was trying to find work but learned that you need to earn a guild crest to forge steel here, so I figured I'd find friends instead,” Sauron stood up and shrugged his arms as he approached the bars, too. “And it wasn't a pub fight, it was a street fight.”

(Y/N) shook her head as she chuckled lovingly although her eyes remained scolding.

“Ye'll never change, love,” she said. “How fares the friend hunting?” She asked teasingly and Sauron rolled his eyes.

“How fares the work hunting?” Sauron asked, playfully, expecting her to admit her own failure but she surprised him instead.

“I got meself a job, Hal, actually. Nothin' grand, but it's enough for me,” she cracked a smile.

“What is it?”

“I'm gonna help the ladies sellin' their goods at the market by the harbour. It's close to home an' all that. They couldn't give me a proper stand, since I can't read nor write, but I'll help. An' one of the ladies was kind enough to offer to teach me the letters!” (Y/N) shared the news, excitedly.

“I'm proud of you, love,” Sauron leaned in and wrapped his hands around hers. She gave him a big, loving smile.

“Ye're gonna get that guild crest, Hal. I believe in ye,” she assured him.

“I already did but they took it back,” he rolled his eyes and she sighed.

“Ye stole it?” The muscles of her jaw clenched. “It was supposed to be a fresh start! Ye can't be walkin' around doin' that! What's next? Ye gonna ask me to help ye steal again? Expect me to lie to cover yer mischief? I'm done with that, Halbrand!” Her eyes welled with tears as she took a step back from the bars and shook her head.

Sauron was taken aback by her words. He had no idea of this sort of history between Halbrand and his wife. She was even more hurt by him than he had been expecting and their marriage was even more complicated.

But then she laid her wet eyes upon him again as she sniffled and his heart softened despite his own will.

“I know how much you want this whole thing to work out. I want that, too. I didn't want to disappoint you by coming back home and telling you I didn't get anything,” Sauron confessed.

“Ye disappointed me by endin' up here,” Halbrand's wife insisted.

And while he was thinking of another reply, they were interrupted by Lady Galadriel walking inside the prison as well. Sauron couldn't help a satisfied smirk forming on his face. She took his bait.

“Halbrand,” she addressed him as she stood next to his wife but keeping her distance from the both of them.

She looked ethereal in her long golden hair and that pretty blue dress as she radiated nothing but pure light. It made Halbrand's wife visibly uneasy to stand next to her as she fixed her hair in a nervous manner and glanced at the Elf with pure jealousy in her eyes.

“What're ye doin' here?” She nearly barked at Galadriel and Sauron chuckled.

“Your husband does not belong on this island,” Lady Galadriel decided to ignore the woman's behaviour as she gently informed.

“An' who are ye to say where my husband belongs or not? I'm his wife, I've known him a lifetime. You've known him two days,” (Y/N) furrowed her brows.

“Then you surely do realise that Halbrand here is more than he claims,” Galadriel lifted her chin up and (Y/N) looked at her as if the Elf was crazy. “I found this in the Hall of Lore,” Galadriel handed her a scroll of paper.

(Y/N) took it but her hand trembled slightly as she did so and Sauron knew why – she was ashamed to admit she could not read in case it was some document.

But it was not. It was a drawing of the same heraldry as Sauron was wearing on his pendant stolen from Diarmid. He kept glancing at it and watching (Y/N)'s face carefully. He hadn't told her yet about his plan because he hadn't expected Galadriel to work so fast. Would Halbrand's wife play along, though?

Surely, a woman so simple and low would want to be the Queen of The Southlands, would she not?

“What's this?” She asked. “Why're ye showin' it to me?” She handed the scroll back to Galadriel and the confused Elf pointed at Sauron's pendant.

“Is it not the same heraldry your husband is wearing?” Galadriel inquired. “Many ages ago, a man bearing that mark united the scattered tribes of The Southlands under one banner. The very banner that might unite them again today against the evil that now seeks to claim their lands,” she tilted her head with a smile and Sauron's heart skipped a beat because it was all working out so perfect but… Halbrand's wife did not seem to be convinced. “Your husband's lands,” Galadriel added.

“Diarmid's?” Galadriel furrowed her brows as Sauron gritted his teeth.

“An old man from a village nearby. We travelled with him an' became friends. My husband's always had a taste for shiny, pretty things, so I reckon he took it off the body of that poor man from that shipwreck,” (Y/N) gave Sauron a scolding look and he looked away because his eyes were growing dark out of anger and frustration.

If any of the women looked at his eyes now, they would realise he is no mortal man and surely not a good spirit.

“Even if that heraldry is not his…” Galadriel sighed, defeated. However, Sauron could hear desperation in her voice.

Such a sweet obsession to make sure her own scheme would work out – he knew that feeling. And he was glad because it meant that she would help him still despite the odds.

“Even if that heraldry is not his,” she repeated, “how many people do know the truth? I might know him for two days, (Y/N), but I can see him for who he is and he is way more than a ragged commoner. He risked his own life to save mine–”

“Ye did?!” (Y/N) gasped as she laid her eyes on her husband but Sauron looked up to avoid her gaze.

“The Southlands need to be united against evil,” Galadriel insisted.

“Ye wish to deceive folk an' set a crown on a commoner's head, all to fight the Orcs?” (Y/N) was surprised to hear such words. “An' they say the Elves are so noble…”

“Not just the Orcs,” Galadriel answered harshly, slowly losing patience with Halbrand's wife. “There is an evil much darker and much worse hiding in the shadows.”

“Like what, then?” (Y/N) asked with an innocence that nearly made Sauron laugh.

“Sauron,” Lady Galadriel spoke his name and he felt a shiver going down his spine. With a corner of his eye, he observed his wife but she did not seem to be startled or even moved.

“Haven't heard of that lad, who's he?” She asked and Sauron clenched his jaw to force the laughter to stay in the back of his throat.

“The Dark Lord!” Galadriel's eyes widened. “Morgoth's loyal follower. Have you heard of Morgoth?”

“Aye, I have,” (Y/N) admitted with a shrug, “but 'twas a long time ago, wasn't it?”

“Such great evil is beyond mortality,” Galadriel tried to explain. “I have reasons to believe that Sauron is not truly dead.”

“And why should I care about that?” (Y/N) was confused. “I don't even know him, an' it's not like he's ever hurt me or me family.”

“He hurt many others!” Galadriel protested.

“A long time ago,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“I am no longer wondering why people of The Southlands followed Morgoth. You are such ignorant and vile creatures!” Galadriel spat out. Her sudden anger and cruel words made (Y/N) take a slight step back as she looked down, feeling humiliated.

Sauron felt the sudden urge to defend her like she had unwillingly defended him only a moment ago.

“Not very noble of you, Elf, to say such things,” he pointed out. “You should know better than anyone that it is not on us how we perceive those things. Your kin rewarded a few tribes with your gifts and punished others. Their descendants are still paying the price for the sins of the past. We are not used to worrying about the Dark Lords or the shadows when we simply have nothing to put onto our plates.”

Galadriel blushed slightly at his words and she looked at (Y/N) with remorse but Halbrand's wife kept her glistening eyes on him only, grateful for defending her.

“Come with me to Middle-earth,” Galadriel started to convince once more, “and together we will redeem both our bloodlines.”

“How?” Sauron asked her. “You're stuck on this island and you're still short an army.”

“That is all about to change,” Galadriel convinced him and then smiled at him before turning her head around to smile at Halbrand's wife, too.

And then she walked away to leave them alone again but Sauron could feel the switch of the atmosphere.

“Ye can't be serious, Hal,” (Y/N) whispered. “We were supposed to start a new life here, start a family. I don't want to go back to Middle-earth. I don't want to pretend to be someone I'm not. If that's the path ye choose, I cannot follow ye…” Her lower lip trembled as she gathered her skirts and hurried out of the prison with tears pricking her eyes.

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#fic rec #sauron x reader #halbrand x reader

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lostloveforqueen · 1 year ago

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Last night, I when to get a late coffee at Peet's. Oh my God they actually made it correct...

(it was empty in the store, so I think I should buy it at night... Hahahahaha 😂)

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ivykim · 2 years ago

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moving in with ivy (part 1)

masterlist // wattpad

ENHYPEN&HI Season 1, Episode 1

summary: the first episode to enhypen&hi after enhypen finally debuted. they are all gathered in their new home and are all currently settling in. even watching I-LAND just for memories.

ivy’s outfit: greetings | goodnight | going to work!

NOTE: this is only part 1 since i made this a little too long :( full version is on wattpad though.

finally enhypen had been formed, sure ivy was upset she was not able to debut with aria but she still hopes the best for her. they would see each other again even and phones did exist so they could call each other from time to time.

“hello, I am kim ivy and i’m the one and only girl member of ENHYPEN.”

— what is it like to know you’re about to debut?

“honestly, I am very thankful to be able to debut with these boys as all of us went through a difficult time. having to fight a spot to debut isn’t exactly what every trainee expects. it was really hard for me especially since everyone had high expectations on me. I had the need to take a step further and go beyond their expectations.”

“unfortunately, I realised that it did more harm than good but that’s in the past! i am here now as part of ENHYPEN, the debut team!”

ivy and the boys had to record a greetings message for the fans and to thank for supporting them and to continue supporting them. they made a lot of mistakes but it was all laughter and fun.

“hoon, can you please do it right.” she laughs. sunghoon sulks.

“it’s hard. I need to remember I’m an idol now.” he gets himself in a trance and gets ready.

they made mistake after mistake but they kept trying it over again to get it right.

“we-oh my god.” ivy laughs. “hold on, let me-HAHAHAHAHA.” she continues to laugh.

“ivy!” heeseung hits her lightly.

“i’m sorry!” she wipes her tears from laughing too hard.

finally they got it after multiple attempts. jungwon cringes from doing the greetings.

after that schedule, they settled in a bus. they were finally able to visit their own dorms.

“wahhhh~~” ivy says upon entering the bus.

“vivi-ah.” heeseung taps his lap.

“heeseung, no. i’m not sitting on your lap! there are seats right here!” she says. she was blushing.

they settled down and the bus starts moving. all of them excitedly talking about how different it would be.

“woah, the outside world.” sunoo says.

“there are people. so cool.” jake adds. ni-ki laughs at jake’s joke.

and finally, they arrived at their new home. a place where all 8 members of enhypen would be staying.

"this is legendary." sunghoon says. everyone was clearly in awe at how big the dorm was.

"are you sure we did not just walk into someone's home?" ivy asks. they laughed.

"wait, the most important part. the bedrooms!" everyone bolts straight to the bedrooms. it was huge. there were four bunk beds.

"wait, i'm not getting my own room?" ivy pouts. the managers scratch their heads.

"oh come on, you didn't forget about me did you?" ivy huffs. the managers laughed. they led ivy to another room. sure, it was small but enough to possibly fit two people if there was a time (for now obviously it's just her room).

the boys popped their heads into her room.

"damn, ivy got a solo room. wish we had a room of our own." jake says.

"we all know heeseung hyung will definitely be in here most of the times." sunoo says. heeseung blushes.

"well, me and ivy have late night talks. you guys don't." heeseung defends himself.

"enough. we have bathrooms to check out and the huge living room to talk about." ivy says.

they entered bathroom.

"oh i am so going to have a romantic and relaxing shower in the tub." ivy says.

"with wine?" jay asks.

"yeah." her eyes met with the camera, she gets flustered. "ehem, not that i drank yet. moreover, i haven't turned 20 just yet. heh, sorry."

"wait, noona hasn't turned 20?" ni-ki asks.

"she has, her birthday hasn't pass by yet so she's still 19." heeseung explains. ivy nudges him.

"look at you knowing my birthday hasn't passed. you love paying attention to small details about me huh?" she smirks. heeseung playfully rolls his eyes.

enhypen moves over to the living room. it didn't have much just yet but they surely liked the space. the manager places down the food they had bought for them since they were starving. with that, they went to eat and had a little chat. discussing who should be their official leader.

— what do you think your role in ENHYPEN is?

"i don't really exactly have a role. i'm just part of ENHYPEN but if i think about it...i think i'm in charge of keeping things orderly, maybe kinda like an unofficial leader. i think it's because i'm one of the older ones so i kinda have that want to lead them around."

"or maybe it's just because they see me like a mother-figure and so i'm just leading 7 kids around." she looks into the camera. "praying they do not make me the leader."

and now they were in their living room after eating, watching I-LAND all over again. they watched each other enter the I-LAND hall.

"honestly, why did they make us walk through the forest. i felt like i was on 'Law of the Jungle.' and like i really thought i was going to have to hunt for food." ivy says. jay snorts.

"noona, we were in a survival show. it shows that we have to survive the possible outcome of us not debuting." jay says.

"well- don't go all logic with me, jay-ah." ivy pouts. jay laughs before holding her close and giving her a small hug.

each of them had their monologue of walking into I-LAND and well ivy's one garnered tons of reaction with the boys.

she enters the frame with the wind blowing her hair, she looked like she was straight out of a kdrama. aria told her something funny so she laughs. it made her so pretty and the boys couldn't help but gawk at her beauty.

— "i was really nervous. although, i had aria unnie with me by my side. i was still afraid. it took me days to master our choreography and i was terrified i might mess it up in one go and possibly be kicked out in the first episode."

"ayy noona, look at you trying to be kdrama." jungwon teases.

"they edited me like that. i can't do anything about that."

"the editors do know how to make her look nice. i mean she was everyone's I-LAND crush." jake says.

"shut it, jaeyun." ivy says, embarrassed. she hides her face behind jay. jay pats her head.

they continued watching the first episode until they decided it was best to sleep and rest. it was already late at night anyways.

"vivi, you wanna wash up first?" heeseung asks.

"mmm no, it's okay. you go first. i'll unpack my things and maybe organise some stuff." ivy says. heeseung nods.

"noona, i'll go after you!" ni-ki shouts.

"no, it's okay. i don't mind showering the last. i usually take extremely long to shower anyways. plus, i don't sleep that early."

"we have a schedule tomorrow." jungwon says.

"i'll leave it to the manager to wake me up." ivy shrugs. both managers looked at each other and did rock, paper & scissors. "pfftt, good luck, manager oppa." ivy says.

it takes a while for enhypen to fall asleep. ivy makes eye contact with the camera.

"the boys are probably asleep, unfortunately...for me, i have trouble sleeping in new places. which is why, i was a bit restless on the first day of I-LAND. i shall attempt to fall asleep right now though." she holds up her fist, "fighting, ivy." she goes to shut off the lights and lays in bed.

what the camera doesn’t know was that heeseung actually walked in her room and dragged her into their bedroom. this was all behind the scenes.

“vivi, can’t sleep.” heeseung pouts. ivy smiles.

“then let’s cuddle. I can’t sleep too, I need my stuff toys to cuddle before I can fall asleep.” heeseung holds out his arms and ivy happily hugs him.

the next morning, the boys and ivy were supposed to have a schedule. which meant, the manager would have to wake them up. they wanted to wake ivy up but couldn’t find her on her bed. they found her in heeseung’s bed. they smiled, such an adorable sight. they decided to just wake jay up instead.

jay crawls out of bed. he goes to have a drink (well coke) and then stumbles back to bed like a zombie before falling back to sleep. the managers were baffled.

“jay-ah, wake up.” the managers called out. "let's wake up and wash up."

slowly, everyone wakes up. with ivy and heeseung waking up the last.

"noona." sunoo tries to wake ivy up. she hums. "wake up." she nods before rolling over and falling back to deep sleep. they kept sleeping anywhere possible but they knew they had to wake up as they were busy today.

"vivi, go bathe." heeseung gently wakes her up.

"noooo. let me sleep."

"we have to go to the company, vivi." heeseung says. ivy hesitantly gets up. she grabs her towel and clothes, before going over to bathe. she leaves the bathroom whilst drying her wet hair, she goes over to the hairdryer and dries her hair.

"is this okay?" she asks ni-ki. he nods.

they went to the car and they were on their way to the company to practice.

end of part 1 | start part 2?

#ivy #ivy kim #enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen x oc #enhypen added member #enhypen extra member #enhypen girl member #enhypen imagine #enhypen imagines #enhypen poly #kpop #kpop girl oc #kpop girl member #kpop added member #kpop oc

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etherealeeknow · 4 years ago

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the fwb rules

• rated m for mature

• pairing: fwb!hyunjin x fem!reader

• wc: 4.559

• tw: explicit language, light characterization of an insecure reader, unprotected piv sex (stay safe, lovelies!), fingering & oral (f), nipple play, cream pie— i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: last time i said long fic isn’t my forte and this time i’ll still say the same hahahahaha. but still, i hope i don’t disappoint 🥺 please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes. feedbacks are always appreciated because i’d love to grow! thank you for waiting and enjoy 💞 pretty banner made by my bestie!! ilysm 😽😽😽

• tag list: @charlieshelves @es-kay-zee @formidxble @oh-my-sparkle @bobateastay @http-hyxnjxn @lyralurexrattle @hyunsluvv @healinghyunjin @sailorhyunjinz

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what happened to the rules?

it didn’t start off like this. you can’t remember when exactly you started wondering about the five word question. all you know is that you were one bite away from gobbling a spoonful of jisung’s ice cream when it struck you: since when did you and hyunjin stop going by the rules? he’s been occasionally texting you out of the blue lately just to know what you’re up to, and today he even asked you to stay the night at his, and as much as you want to believe they’re all normal, again, it didn’t start off like this. from the beginning, you and hyunjin have come up with three rules so your relationship can work: one, be very casual. two, no strings attached. three, no fucks given outside of the, well, literal fucking. but look at you now, lying naked and out of breath under his blanket while facing his ceiling, driving yourself insane over the haunted question. you have to get it off your chest somehow, but how?

“hey, why so serious?” asks the culprit behind your overthinking, causing you to jump slightly over his sudden appearance and your hands instinctively pull up the blanket to cover your naked chest, which as a result, makes him chuckle. cute. “here. it’s my cousin’s,” adds the topless man as he sits on the edge of the bed and hands you a white shirt that even under the dim light, you can already tell won’t fit you.

“your cousin? the model? hyunjin, she’s tiny,” you utter, hands still gripping onto the blanket. “i’m—“

“you,” he cuts you off, placing a hand on top of yours while carefully glancing at you to make sure you there aren’t any signs of discomfort. “are fine, y/n. now hurry up. i’m sleepy,” he adds before letting go, leaving behind a lingering warmth on your knuckles.

nodding, you turn your back on him to change, and the room falls silent, causing you to hear how fast your heart is thumping even more than it should have. is it because you had too much coffee this morning? or it can probably be because the shirt is too tight that it’s cutting off your air circulation, right? right, of course. you tell yourself because as much as you dislike both reasons, they are still far better than having hyunjin as the cause.

once you’re done, hyunjin already has his back lying against the bedhead, his head tilting slightly to the side, avoiding the light coming from the night lamp on the bedside table, while his eyes bore deeply into yours. unbothered that he’s been caught staring, he averts his gaze downwards till they reach your chest and spot how your nipples are sticking out through the thin fabric.

“see? it fits you just fine,” he says, turning his vision back to your face as he opens his arms and motions them at you, only to have you remain in the same position with your increasing heartbeat.

“aren’t you gonna, uh, wear something?”

instead of a proper answer, all you get is his laugh—hyunjin’s contagious laugh that usually always succeeds in making you laugh too. but today hits differently. has his laugh always sounded this lighthearted before? no matter what the answer is, one thing for sure is that despite how sweet hwang hyunjin and his laugh are, they have never made your cheeks burn like this before, and this is forbidden. it’s against the rules.

“an hour ago we were naked while sucking each other’s face, y/n,” he finally answers after a while. “besides, i always sleep like this. now, come on,” he adds, repeating the same gesture, except this time his hands are open wider, eager to have you near him again because the space around him is starting to make him feel lonely.

complying with him, you fall into his embrace and hyunjin immediately lets his hands travel to the exact places of where they want to be—one around your head and the other around your waist. despite the room turning less cold with his warmth directly passing onto you, your heart and cheeks conditions remain the same especially since you can hear how hyunjin’s heartbeats are beating just as fast as yours when he lets you lay your head on his chest.

“hyunjin,” you call out, hands fiddling with the collar of your shirt.

“y/n,” he replies, replacing the collar with his fingers instead, intertwining them with yours.

what happened to the rules?

“do... do fwb do these?” you ask, the bravery in you finally decide to show up, even just for a little.

“do this?” he asks back while squeezing your hand with all his might, as if he’s nervous.

no. not ‘this’, but ‘these’. not only the hand grabbing, but also the fact that he asked you to stay the night, that he’s cuddling you to sleep, and that you’ve been getting unusual symptoms over them until this very moment.

“yes, this,” you nod and hyunjin becomes muted, but his heartbeats are growing louder, and his grip on you has become tighter.

after what feels like forever, he whispers, voice slightly cracking, and hands getting a little colder, “yes. yes, they do.”

then the two of you become muted, but both heartbeats keep growing louder, and everything stays that way until sleep eventually takes over.

—

as a homebody, you’ve always against the idea of sleepovers. you believe home is the sweetest place and your own bed is the comfiest even when your mattress is older than a decade and your favorite plushie has had too many holes here and there. but waking up in hyunjin’s bed has broken your stigma—never in your whole life that you’d have thought someone else’s bed can provide you twice the comfort.

“looks like someone had a good sleep,” chirps jisung as he sits beside you, causing you to wipe off the smile on your face before going back to your laptop.

“wow suddenly my best friend’s a psychic?”

“hey, that’d actually make a great drama title!” he exclaims and you roll your eyes. “please do spill the tea though. what happened?” he adds.

“what happened?” you ask back, eyes still on the screen, but the corner of your lips are on the verge of breaking into the smile, knowing full well he’ll complain—which he does by lamely calling you a meanie.

laughing, you tell him nothing happened, but the way he rolls his eyes is a sign he’s not taking any of your bullshit. you are telling the truth though. besides spending the night with each other, nothing really happened, right? it was just another casual fucking session. yes, it was amazing, but that’s no news for jisung. the guy’s practically your wingman—setting you up with hyunjin was his idea because he believes you should, “live your life. have that dreamy college sex orelse you’ll regret it like my old man changbin!”

right on cue, a notification popped out on your big screen, and the sender’s name makes your heart pop too.

“aha, see!” jisung points at it. “y/n, where are you?” he reads out loud, earning yourselves all the eyes from every other student in class.

“oh my god, jisung. shut up!” right when you’re about to log out from the chat app, hyunjin sends another one.

“can i call you?” jisung reads once more and you’re only one second away from smacking his head, but your vibrating phone holds you back.

shooting jisung a glare, you make sure to close your laptop before leaving the class, answering hyunjin’s call even when you’re still half way through the door. right when you’re about to greet him hello, hyunjin beats you to it—his voice a bit raspy, but the softness in his tone still lies within, and it creates endless questions in your mind.

has he just woken up? so is this how he sounds in the morning? why is he calling?

and the list goes on because this isn’t like hyunjin at all. sure, he’s not validating the rules, but he’s breaking his character despite already alarming you to anticipate morning booty calls from him at times. he’s never actually done that though.

“hi,” you reply, startling yourself with how small your voice came out.

“you left,” says hyunjin and you can hear him sighing from the other line, which somehow causes a slight pang in your heart, wondering if perhaps he is disappointed. “can you come back? wait, actually, let me go to you instead.” he says and you can hear the rustling sounds coming from his side.

“hyunjin, i have class. that’s why i left. i—” should you apologize? but why should you? casual, no strings attached, and no fucks given, remember? “i’m sorry.”

“oh.” hyunjin stops on his track before plopping back down onto the bed, smiling. “i’ll pick you up after class then. when will you finish?”

unconsciously, a smile creeps up your face too, but the realization hits you right after, then followed by the five word question, and you know—you know this is your guts telling you that now’s the time to ask him about it, but your heart hates confrontation. plus, wouldn’t it be rude to reply to someone else’s question with a question? “hyunjin, are you, uh, horny?”

just like yesterday, hyunjin laughs, and with the raspiness in his voice still present, he doesn’t fail to make you laugh along, but at the same time waking the butterflies in your stomach and makes you rethink your decision. mayhaps, you should’ve left him a note or told him that you’ll leave early in the morning; or even, you should’ve ditched classes today and stayed so when he wakes up, you can get him a glass of water, not leaving the boy uncared for like this. but who are you to do so?

“isn’t it normal for a guy to have a morning wood?” he jokes before quickly adding that he’s not horny. “i just want to see you so let me go get you.”

pressing your lips together, you contemplate on whether you should let him. if you do, won’t you be turning whatever the two of you have right now into something far more complicated? but it’s only until hyunjin adds a desperate “please?” that all of your dilemma disappears, as if you’re being cast into his spell—“okay.”

—

while heading to the gate, you have the biggest urge to book a massage appointment. dodging jisung’s questions and running away from him after the first period was draining, but having to spend the day running back and forth between two buildings because thinking that volunteering as the lecturers’ teaching assistant was draining on a whole new level. other than feeling like your legs are gonna come off, your mind also feels like it’s gonna blow off—you can’t stop recalling all the things you need to start working on as soon as possible, but stepping into hyunjin’s car turns everything to 180 degrees.

you’d like to think that it’s because of the faint lavender aroma coming from his car freshener along with the heavenly cool air conditioner, but no. you know full well it’s because of the way hyunjin’s smile lit up, his eyes disappear into two small crescent moons, and his blonde hair which is becoming one with the warm orange sky that brings peace to your heart.

“hi,” he breathes out the moment you close the door, and you do the same except for looking at him, which causes hyunjin to furrow his eyebrows while speeding away.

the way home is silent, just the way you like it, but you know full well that it’s not hyunjin’s cup of tea. he doesn’t need to say it, his action is showing it all as he’s been fidgeting non stop, wiping his sweaty palm along his jeans while occasionally licking his plump lips. hyunjin’s a very vocal person. he’s talkative and loud—including in bed. you press your warm cheeks over the realization of your own thoughts, embarrassed. you can’t possibly suspect hyunjin for being horny in the morning when you yourself are being like this in the afternoon. it’s uncalled for.

noticing you from the corner of his eye, hyunjin calls out, asking you if there’s anything wrong, totally catching you off guard. what should you say? lying is not your forte, but being honest clearly isn’t the best option right now, at least, not before you shower and appear presentable in front of him—but wait, since when did that matter so much? a few months ago, you even fucked after you ran a marathon.

“y/n?” calls hyunjin for the second time.

“look, hyunjin, really, it’s okay if you’re horny. you can pull over and i can, uh, relieve you and i can just take the bus home after,” you spit out shamelessly while looking at him straight in the eyes, eager to get far away from hyunjin as fast as possible before you go out of your mind.

just like the night before, hyunjin laughs. and just like the night before, his laugh hits differently and it does nothing other than burning your already burnt cheeks for the worse.

“i swear to god, y/n, i’m not horny. i genuinely want to take you home. nothing more,” explains hyunjin, head straight at the road but eyes repeatedly stealing glances at you. “and nothing less,” he adds, voice barely audible but you caught it.

“o— oh.” is all you manage to respond before the ride quickly turns quiet and hyunjin’s hands begin fidgeting again, all the while you’re trying to decode what he has just said—what does he mean by genuinely wanting to take you home? do fwb do this too? what happened to no fucks given?—and it goes on until hyunjin hits the break in front of your old apartment building.

“we’re here,” says hyunjin, breaking the silence by unlocking the car door.

“we’re here,” you repeat after him, already opening the door and setting a foot out. “uh, thank you.”

“don’t mention it.” hyunjin shoots you his signature smile the moment you lower yourself to meet his eye level from outside the car; this time, you have no choice but to fall under his spell.

“hey, uh, you wanna come in?” you ask, biting your lower lip as a way to punish yourself for being so indecisive. one second you want to run away from him and the next second you want to be near him. come on, get a grip.

as if the punishment isn’t enough, hyunjin declines your offer, all while chuckling with his head thrown back. “for the third time, y/n. i’m not horny. go in and rest up.”

“if you say so.” you shrug, giving him a small smile before turning around, making sure not to look back, only to fail when you hear the engine driving away.

—

you can’t quite tell—no, you can’t tell. you don’t get it. there’s an unexplainable empty space in your heart that is caused by hyunjin’s rejection. is it because you’re just not used to see him without having to fuck him? or is it because you’re hurt over the fact that he’s not in the mood to touch you? is it because of last night? is he finally sick of your flaws? things would probably be different if you had retouched your makeup or at least combed your hair before seeing him, would they? either way, you’re fully aware you shouldn’t be torn over your friend with benefits, yet your aching heart says otherwise.

and so when the doorbell rings only a few seconds after you get in and the figure you see through the peephole is no other than the man in question, you spare no time to swing the door open. hyunjin, in return, spares no time to lock his lips with yours right after he utters a brief apology. just like the way hyunjin sneaks his playful hands down your ass, you sneak your tongue in his mouth, and your action makes him smile into the kiss as he leads you back into the room and kicks the door shut with his long legs.

the way to your bedroom is actually pretty short, but with your tongues moving in sync, bodies pressing—glued, even, and eyes continuously closing in pleasure, the short way to your bedroom consists of endless stumbling, tripping, and bumping the door. once inside, you break the kiss and are about to undress yourself when hyunjin beats you to it, settling you down on the bed as he begins taking off your attire one by one ever so effortlessly. and in just a matter of seconds, his lips are back on yours again, floral scented hair falling and brushing against your cheeks, leaving you no time to wonder over the fact that it’s the first time hyunjin has ever undressed you.

as the kiss continues, you can feel yourself gushing more and more that you start grinding on him mindlessly, needing to feel more than just his bulge poking you. your hands leave his blonde strands to tug on his hoodie, only to have him stop you—one hand around your grip and the other rests on your hip.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

“need you. need to feel you,” you mumble, desperation so visible through your cracked voice.

“what happened to the girl who was all flustered to sleep with me last night just because i was shirtless?”

autumn nights aren’t supposed to be hot, but hyunjin has proven he has the power to make the impossible happen just with his words and mocking smirk. but the rising heat on your cheeks is nothing compared to the emptiness you feel below, clenching around nothing surely isn’t the best feeling.

“please, jinnie,” you whine, tugging on his hoodie once more, hips moving against his hold.

“fuck.” is all he manages to say before getting off the bed to disrobe himself—hoodie and track pants thrown across the room, now showcasing his toned body and thighs altogether as he hovers over you.

“please take this off too. it looks suffocating,” you say, index finger running faintly through the bulge forming from his tight boxer, making it stand up even more and hyunjin has no choice but to obey you. “put your hair up too please,” you add just when he’s about to dive right back in, and again, your wish is his command.

biting to pull off his hair tie from his wrist, hyunjin smoothly ties his hair back and you’re only given a few seconds to admire his feature before his plump lips coming in contact with your hardened nipple while he toys with the other using his fingers—rubbing and pinching, making your breath hitch over the sensation, fingers digging into his bare shoulders because you don’t want to mess up his hair, and hyunjin’s low grunts pretty much indicate he’s loving it.

“more, please. give me m—”

hyunjin retreats his hand and tongue away from your breast, moving them to your naked pussy, drawing circles on your outer labia with his middle finger. he teases you just enough and quickly slides in his digit and at the same time sucks on your clit right before you’re about to complain, making you tingle from head to toe.

“you hear that?” he asks, voice muffled, the effect of being too tongue tied from licking every part of your heat, but finger working its magic perfectly, creating loud wet noises from your fluid. “drenched. my pretty y/n is drenched,” says hyunjin, and as much as you want to comment on him for the pet name, you’re too caught up on how his lips vibrate against you the moment he starts palming himself with his unoccupied hand. if he keeps it up, you know you would come undone there and then, and you don’t want that—not yet. so you ask him to stop and he instantly does as told.

“what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” there’s fear written across his expression and heard from his tone, but you’d like to believe your eyes and lips are just playing tricks on you.

“n— no. i just,” you pause to avoid his gazes, but something within you pulls your attention back on him. “i wanna cum with you inside me,” you confess, voice barely audible due to embarrassment; all this time, it’s always been hyunjin to say such things, but perhaps, all the strange tension lately has finally gotten the best of you. you hear him mutter a low “fuck” while his pupils shakes for a brief moment before they somehow appear a shade darker. licking his lower lip, hyunjin pulls you by your legs and rests them on his shoulders, and proceeds to align his tip with your entrance, once again teasing your throbbing core.

the moment you whine is the moment hyunjin pushes himself inside ever so gently, but the stretching still has you throwing your head back, while hyunjin letting our airy moans upon your walls clenching around him. none of you can tell how it’s possible for your vagina to remain so tight after all the countless fucking session for the past half year, but hyunjin doesn’t find that troubling. in fact, he lives for that and it shows from the way his eyes roll to the back of his head as he begins thrusting in and out of you—slowly but steady, veiny hands secured on your hips, vision goes back and forth from your half-lidded eyes to your parted lips.

hyunjin leans down to kiss you for a couple of seconds, and when he lets go, he quickens his pace—leaning down once more so his length can go deeper in you, hitting your g-spot. at that very moment, you mentally praise yourself for placing the bedroom mirror right across the bed. it presents you with the magnificent view of hyunjin’s rounded, firm ass bouncing rhythmically whenever he snaps his hips, and placing your hands around them, squeezing them, nearly makes you drool over the sight. with hyunjin constant thrusts, the familiar knot in your abdomen starts to bubble up.

“oh my god,” the two of you whimper in unison as hyunjin begins to lose his tempo, moves also grow sloppy, but never once misses your spot.

“y/n, i— ah— i’m so close. fuck,” he breathes out, sweat forming on his forehead, wetting his baby hair down to his neck and chest, and you can only drool helplessly at the sight.

“me too. please cum inside me, cum with me, hyunjin, please, please,” you beg, voice a pitch higher, almost sounds like you strain your throat, and it stays the same. when you feel hyunjin twitch inside you, your hands automatically reach for the bed sheet again, but it only lasts for a second before they’re being taken by hyunjin’s own hands—he has never done this. while intertwining your fingers, his cock twitches again and his eyes roll to the back of his head, jaw falls open as he calls out your name—you naturally do the same, fingers pressing flat against his white knuckles

“hyu—”

“cum, baby,” he cuts you off, averting his hazy eyes on you, and that’s all it takes for you to break—your orgasm washes over you like waves and you cum undone around hyunjin, shaking and mewling altogether while feel the wet coldness around your inner thigh. hyunjin follows right after, shooting his hot cement inside of you; the man can no longer keep his eyes open as he buries his face on the crook of your neck, his choked moans bring music right to your ear all a while his hot breaths bring goosebumps to your unrecovered body.

after riding out your highs, none of you move. hyunjin stays on top of you, his chest rises and falls according to your hard breathing. somehow, it’s calming you down, but it shouldn’t.

“hyunjin, you’re heavy.”

“oh, sorry,” he chuckles and even without looking, you can tell his eyes are smiling too. with his remaining strength, hyunjin pushes himself up and rests on your thighs to pull his dick out of you, momentarily admiring the mixture of his juice and yours dripping down your cunt before fixing his eyes on you to study your face—also something he has never done before.

“i’m sorry,” he mutters a few moments later, eyes now on you.

tilting your head, you sit up, resting your upper body with your hands on the bed. “all of a sudden? i came? you always make me feel good.”

“that’s what i’m sorry about. i— i didn’t mean to— i mean, i—”

you reach out to him, gently patting his thigh. “hyunjin, calm down. this isn’t like you,” you whisper the last sentence, knowing that perhaps, now’s the time to talk things out, to stop whatever is going on, and go back to how things are used to be, maybe? your heart’s just been restless for too long and apparently, hyunjin seems to be in a similar situation too.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to keep using you like this. i genuinely meant what i said. i only wanted to take you home, but we ended up here and—”

“isn’t that what fwb do?” you pull your hand off his thigh, and a frown painted across his face as if he’s questioning your question. “that’s what we agreed on. we have our fwb rules, remember?”

“one, be very casual. two, no strings attached. three, no fucks given outside of the, well, literal fucking,” says hyunjin, proving he has memorized every words to the back of his mind.

nodding, you carefully bring back your hand to his thigh, repeating the same movement you did before. “exactly. so you don’t have to be sorry. don’t worry, i’m not feeling used at all.” you end it with a smile.

hyunjin mirrors you, he smiles too; his eyes fall to where your hand is. “but what if i’m breaking them? the rules,” asks the boy whose cold hand is now on top of your warm one. “what if i like you?” his eyes find their way back to you, and that’s when you know. the difference between your temperatures; the difference between your smile and his—the sadness that lies within.

that’s when you understand. everything finally makes sense; every one of hyunjin’s unusual acts. the constant texts and calls, the undressing, the pet names, the facial expression, the hand holding.

what happened to the rules? feelings. that’s what happened. to hyunjin, it’s his feelings over the rules.

but you, what about you? the butterflies, the irregular increasing heartbeats, the flushing cheeks, the overthinking, the disappointment at some point.

“y/n,” hyunjin calls out and you don’t get to get back to him because he’s already an inch away from you, momentarily eyeing your lips before he closes the distance. once again, his blonde hair falls down, brushing against his cheek before meeting yours and it tickles you, but not in the same way as how his kiss tickles your heart; giddy.

what happened to the rules? unwanted feelings. that’s what happened. to you, it’s the unwanted feelings against the rules. and for now, the unwanted feelings are too strong for you to push him away, so you pull him close instead. for now.

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