#the... something of text messages without photos or emojis

[gillianthecat]

I don't think it's just nostalgia speaking when I say that flip phones were so much sexier than smartphones.

[wolvietxt]

𝓕IRSTS 𝓦ITH 𝓨OU !

pairing : bucky barnes x implied fem!reader warnings : implied size diff, established relationship, tfatws!bucky, fluff,  wc : 2.6k summary : you introduce bucky to the things he’s missed out on, namely the office, theme parks, and emojis :3

bucky’s fingers hovered over the screen of his new phone, brow furrowed in concentration. you had been explaining how everything worked for the past half hour - apps, texts, even sending pictures - and while he was doing his best to keep up, you could tell he was still lost in the sea of modern technology. 

“so, this is how you send a text,” you said, pointing to the message box. “you just type what you want to say, then hit send.” you hit a few buttons on his phone and then pulled away to give him some space.

he nodded slowly, looking at the screen as if it were a puzzle he hadn’t quite solved yet. “okay. and... the emojis?” he asked after a pause, his tone unsure.

“they’re just little pictures to add to what you’re saying. makes it more fun, i guess.” you flashed him a quick smile before adding, “and, if you’re talking to me, you’re gonna use them, or else i’ll think you’re mad at me.”

bucky’s lips curved upward just a fraction at the playful challenge. “right,” he muttered, glancing back at the emojis, his expression turning serious again. “this one - ” he tapped an image of a smiley face, “ - this is good, right?”

you nodded with enthusiasm. “perfect. now try sending it to me.”

bucky hesitated for a moment before carefully typing out a message: “Hey. 🙂” 

he looked at you for approval, his blue eyes searching yours.

“well done,” you said softly, holding back a giggle. “you did it, buck.”

he grinned, a little relieved but still unsure. “guess ‘m getting the hang of this.”

“you are,” you replied, your voice filled with genuine encouragement. you could see him trying, and that was enough to make you proud.

“now,” you began, leaning in closer, “I’m going to teach you how to send a selfie. It’s easy.” you grabbed your phone and showed him how to take a picture, flipping the camera to face him. “like this.”

“a selfie?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, you’re going to love it,” you said, snapping a quick picture of him as he looked confused but willing to give it a try. “okay, now you do it. just - ” you stopped yourself, realising something. “don’t look so grumpy, though. smile a little.”

bucky rolled his eyes but played along, pulling a reluctant smirk before he tapped the button to take the picture. “this feels weird,” he muttered, but his gaze softened when he saw the result. he stared at the picture of himself for a moment, before looking at you. “it’s not bad.”

“not bad at all,” you said with a smile, grabbing your phone and sending the photo to him.

you watched him check his phone, his brow furrowing once more as he took in the photo, then back at the screen as you sent a quick text: “that smile is great, by the way.”

he read it, then quickly typed back: “you’re making fun of me.”

“no, i’m not,” you teased, tapping the keys with your fingers. “i think it’s cute.”

before he could respond, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw. his body went still at the contact, the soft touch of your lips drawing his attention away from the phone. without saying a word, he kissed you fully, his lips warm and steady against yours.

“you talk too much,” bucky murmured when he finally pulled away, his voice gruff but affectionate.

you couldn’t help but giggle, looking up at him. “sorry,” you said, smiling in that way that made his chest tighten. “but i’m trying to teach you how to use a phone.”

“teach me less,” he replied, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. before you could answer, he kissed you again, this time slower, his lips lingering on yours longer than before. it was like he couldn’t help himself, needing to pull you close and forget about everything else. 

when he pulled back, there was a softness in his eyes that was so different from the gruff exterior he usually put on. “you’re a distraction,” he admitted, though he didn’t sound bothered in the least. 

“only when i’m teaching you how to text?” you asked, your smile still wide.

“always,” he said with a grin, kissing you again, this time more gently, as if savouring the moment before pulling away and reaching for his phone. 

he looked at the screen again, tapping at it thoughtfully. “okay, what about this one?” he asked, tapping a face with hearts for eyes. “it seems like... the right one.”

you grinned, unable to resist the warmth that filled you at how cute he was, trying so hard to understand all this. “perfect,” you whispered. “now, send it.”

bucky hesitated for a beat, then pressed send. he turned to look at you, like he was asking for your approval.

“you did it,” you said softly, heart swelling with affection. “now, you’re a pro.”

he raised his eyebrows. “am i allowed to text you good morning now?”

“whenever you want,” you said with a grin, your hand finding his and squeezing it gently. “and i’ll send you emojis all day.”

bucky looked at his phone again, glancing up at you with a fond smile. “then i’m gonna need to figure out a lot more emojis.”

“take your time,” you teased, before your lips met his once more, this time without interruption.

the apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the tv screen where the office was playing. you had insisted that bucky give the show a try, promising him that it was the perfect mix of awkward humour and heartwarming moments. at first, he had grumbled about it, saying something about not needing to watch “a bunch of idiots in an office.” but here you were, four episodes deep, and you could see that little spark of amusement in his eyes.

bucky had his arm draped around your shoulders, his large frame practically swallowing you up as you nestled into his side. you were curled up against him, legs tucked under you, head resting on his chest. every now and then, you could feel the rumble of his low chuckle vibrating against you whenever something on-screen caught him off guard.

“i still don’t get how that jim guy hasn’t been fired yet,” he muttered, shaking his head as jim played yet another prank on dwight. “guy’s got a death wish or somethin’.”

you smiled, turning your face up to look at him. there was a light in his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he tried to hide how much he was actually enjoying the show. “maybe he reminds you of someone?” you teased, poking his side.

he shot you a look, all mock seriousness. “you callin’ me a troublemaker?” 

“if the shoe fits,” you replied with a grin, turning back to the screen.

as the episode continued, you found yourself more focused on him than the tv. you loved seeing bucky like this, relaxed, at ease, his defences down for once. there was something so endearing about the way he’d get lost in the episodes, brows furrowing when michael said something ridiculous, or the rare moments when he’d throw his head back and laugh - a real, deep laugh that you couldn’t help but adore.

during one of those moments, as pam and jim exchanged a look, you felt his chest rumble with laughter, and it was so infectious that you couldn’t help but giggle, too. he glanced down at you, catching you staring, and for a second, it was like the rest of the world disappeared.

“what?” he asked, his voice softening.

“nothing,” you said, a little shy under his gaze. “you’re just... cute when you laugh.”

his eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across his face before it softened into a shy smile. “yeah? well, don’t go tellin’ everyone.” 

you laughed, but before you could tease him more, he suddenly shifted, tugging you closer until you were practically in his lap. your breath hitched as he wrapped both arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth. 

you fit so easily against him, his hands splaying over your waist, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. the show kept playing in the background, but you were completely lost in the moment, the way he held you so gently despite his strength.

“you’re missing the best part,” you whispered, but your voice was soft, almost hesitant, like you didn’t really want to break the spell.

“nah,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “this is the best part.”

your cheeks warmed, and you couldn’t resist tilting your head back to steal a quick kiss. he met you halfway, his lips warm and surprisingly soft, his stubble scraping pleasantly against your skin. 

“hmm, you taste better than jim’s pranks,” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips when he pulled away.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “careful, barnes, you might start liking sitcoms.”

“only if you’re watchin’ them with me,” he said, squeezing your waist gently. 

you settled back into his chest, letting the familiar sounds of dunder mifflin fill the room. with one hand idly playing with the hem of your shirt, bucky seemed content, occasionally making little comments about the show under his breath that made you giggle. 

as the theme song played for the next episode, you reached for your phone to check the time, but bucky’s hand covered yours, stopping you. “stay,” he murmured, his voice low, almost pleading. 

you glanced up at him, surprised by the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. it wasn’t often that he asked for things so openly, but when he did, it always tugged at your heart. 

“okay,” you whispered, setting your phone aside and snuggling closer, the two of you wrapped up in each other as the episodes played on, the world outside forgotten for just a little while.

the air was filled with the sounds of laughter, the occasional scream from the roller coasters, and the smell of funnel cakes and popcorn drifting through the breeze. the theme park was bustling with life, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds that made your heart race with excitement. you could hardly contain your giddiness as you pulled bucky along by the hand, weaving through the crowd.

bucky, on the other hand, looked a little overwhelmed. his brows were furrowed as he glanced around, taking in everything like he was preparing for an ambush. it was endearing, really - the way his grip on your hand tightened every time someone bumped into you, his protective instincts kicking in.

“relax, buck, it’s just a theme park,” you teased, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

he grunted, still looking suspiciously at a guy in a giant mascot costume waving at children. “yeah, well, not sure i trust a place where people scream for fun.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, tugging him closer. “that’s the whole point! come on, let’s try a ride.”

you led him to the line for one of the tamer rides - a classic spinning teacup attraction. bucky eyed it warily, but he didn’t protest, letting you drag him into one of the pastel-coloured cups. once you were seated, you watched with a grin as he tried to figure out how the ride worked, his large hands gripping the metal wheel in the centre.

the ride started to spin, slowly at first, then picking up speed. you were laughing uncontrollably, the wind whipping through your hair, and when you glanced over at bucky, he had this look of pure concentration, like he was trying to out-spin everyone else.

“bucky, it’s not a competition!” you managed to gasp out between giggles.

he shot you a playful glare, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern expression. “everything’s a competition, doll.”

when the ride finally slowed to a stop, you were both a little dizzy, but you couldn’t stop smiling. you staggered out of the teacup, and bucky’s arm was instantly around your waist, steadying you. “you good?” he asked, his voice low and a little rough.

“never better,” you replied, leaning into his side.

next up was the game booths, where bucky’s competitive side really came out. you challenged him to one of those rigged carnival games where you had to knock down bottles with a baseball. he rolled his eyes at the way the game operator explained the rules, clearly unimpressed, but when it was his turn, he hit every target dead-on, not even breaking a sweat.

“show-off,” you teased, but you couldn’t hide the admiration in your voice.

“what can i say? i’m good with my hands,” he shot back with a wink, handing you the giant stuffed bear he won as a prize. your cheeks warmed, but before you could retort, he leaned down to steal a quick kiss, effectively shutting you up.

with your new teddy bear in tow, you wandered through the park, trying different snacks and taking in the sights. at one point, you insisted on getting a picture in one of those cheesy photo booths. bucky tried to protest, saying he wasn’t “photogenic,” but you dragged him in anyway.

the two of you squeezed into the tiny booth, your legs tangled together because of how little space there was. as the camera flashed, you made silly faces while bucky looked a little bewildered, but by the last frame, you managed to coax a smile out of him - a real one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. 

you couldn’t stop staring at the printed photos as they rolled out, your heart swelling at how happy he looked. he glanced over your shoulder, shaking his head with a chuckle. “gonna frame that, aren’t you?”

“damn right i am,” you said with a grin, tucking the strip of photos safely into your bag.

the sun was starting to set, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange, when you finally made your way to the roller coasters. bucky was skeptical at first, muttering something about not trusting “rusty death traps,” but you could see the way his eyes lit up with a mix of curiosity and adrenaline.

“just one ride,” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes.

he sighed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “fine, but if we die, i’m haunting you.”

you laughed, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the line. as the coaster climbed higher and higher, you could feel the tension in bucky’s shoulders. you reached over, lacing your fingers with his. “it’s gonna be fun, trust me.”

the drop was sudden and exhilarating, your screams mixing with the rush of wind, and when you dared to peek at bucky, he had this look of pure, wild joy on his face. it was rare to see him so carefree, and it took your breath away more than the ride itself.

when you finally stumbled off the coaster, legs like jelly, bucky was grinning like a little kid, his hair windswept. “okay, that wasn’t so bad,” he admitted, looking almost bashful.

“see? i told you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to kiss his cheek. he pulled you into a proper kiss instead, right there in the middle of the bustling crowd, not caring who was watching.

“thanks for dragging me out here,” he murmured against your lips, his voice soft in a way that made your heart flutter. 

“anytime, sarge,” you teased, smiling up at him.

he just shook his head, a fond look in his eyes as he pulled you closer. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

“yeah,” you said, resting your head against his chest, “but you love it.”

he just chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, and you knew he wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

🌀 bucky barnes : @notacleangirl, @v3lv3tf0x, @dugiioh, @whxtewolf, @lemoanaid

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[hannieehaee]

Hello, i thought about a seventeen reaction to another member scrolling through their phone and finding a nude of their soulmate<33

18+ / mdi

a member finding your nudes - 95 line

95 line, 96 line, 97 line, maknae line

wc: 1073

masterlist

n/a: i kinda went overboard and wrote too much so i only did 95 line. pls lmk if u want 96, 97 and/or maknae line :3

seungcheol -

its funny. you and cheol had snuck away from the movie night you had arranged with a few of the members and their significant others, leaving behind your things in the living room in order to sneak into your bedroom for a few minutes under the very unconvincing excuse of 'oh, i just have to help her find something'. that is how jeonghan ended up picking up cheol's phone from the couch, thinking it was his since cheol had insisted on jeonghan getting him one of his classic phone cases due to the convenience of the pocket.

cheol had left his phone unlocked as he had left to follow after you in a hurry upon seeing the bedroom eyes you were giving him, leaving jeonghan with full free reign over his phone. jeonghan quickly realized that the phone in his hands was not his, but also knew his best friend was currently ditching his own guests to go fuck his girlfriend (you guys weren't slick), so he decided to see if he could find entertainment some other way. what he didnt expect, however, was to find a folder full of explicit pictures of cheol and his girlfriend. he didnt mean to, but his eyes were now glued to the screen, with no willpower to stop looking.

a few moments later, a very disheveled cheol came out of the room before you ('baby, wait two minutes before coming out or it'll be suspicious), almost immediately catching onto a very focused-looking jeonghan staring blankly at his phone. thinking he could maybe tease his friend about whatever he was looking at, he snuck behind him to scare him, but caught a glance at what was actually his phone, the screen showcasing a collage of photos of you in less than favorable circumstances.

"w-YAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", cheol whisper-shouted at his friend as to not catch anyone's attention. he snatched the phone away and put it in his pocket.

for once, his usually slick-tongued friend was left without words, staring at him with wide eyes. with perfect timing, you came out with equally disheveled hair, tilting your head in confusion at the scene of your boyfriend and his friend in a very intense staring contest.

"what happened?"

jeonghan -

as roommates, it was quite common for jeonghan and seungkwan to pick up each other's phones for simple tasks such as checking the time or ordering food. which is why jeonghan didnt question it when he saw seungkwan pick up his phone to order take-out. what he hadnt expected, however, was for you to message him right at that moment.

being his well-mannered girl, he assumed it was just the quick 'how are u angel ☹️🫶' you'd usually send him every day around this time, but he couldnt have been more wrong.

"oh, hey you got a text from- OH!"

okay, that wasnt the usual reaction one would have to an innocent text from your roommate's girlfriend. he quickly snatched the phone from the younger's hands, curious as to what caused his reaction. upon inspecting the screen, he found his friend had not only seen, but had accidentally swiped up on an imessage notification detailing you half naked in bed, with 'miss uu angel <3 mwuah' attached to it.

jeonghan had no time to be turned on or even react to your message (which would usually be endless strings of heart eye emojis begging for more pics) and yelled at his friend, panicked.

"YAH! why'd you swipe up?!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. NEVERMIND I DONT WANNA EAT WITH YOU ANYMORE!", his friend yelled back, flabbergasted and flustered at having seen his friend's seemingly sweet and innocent girlfriend's body in a way he never imagined.

although also kind of embarrassed, jeonghan felt a sense of pride at his friend's flustered state and ran to his room to text you back.

joshua -

always being on the go and surrounded by the total chaos of staff + his members, it wasnt unusual for joshua to occasionally misplace his phone. despite being an idol who liked to keep his privacy as hidden away as possible, misplacing his phone around his coworkers was not something that ever bothered him, thankfully having never dealt with leaks or anything of the sort.

today was no different. in the middle of shooting for the concept photos of their new album, joshua had forgotten to take his phone out of his pocket before his turn for solo pictures began and was suddenly nudged by mingyu, who had just finished his turn, to hand him his phone so he could hold it for him in the meantime. not thinking anything of it, joshua easily hands over his phone and signals to the photographer that he's ready to begin.

while joshua is busy posing for the camera, mingyu walks into the other room, joshua's phone now in hand. he decides to put it in his pocket before taking a seat in the waiting room and playing around with his own phone. that is until persistent vibrations coming from his back pocket suddenly distract him. thinking it might be some type of emergency coming from shua's friends or family (or else they wouldnt be as persistent), he decides to unlock shua's phone with the passcode he's seen his friend use before, not expecting to find notification's from shua's girlfriend, almost completely in the nude. and multiple ones at that!

flustered and slightly aroused, he quickly puts the phone away, shaking his head rapidly to get himself out of his trance. he feels terrible as soon as he realizes he just violated shua's and his girlfriend's privacy, but hey, it was an accident. he's going to keep this to himself, he decides, without realizing you and shua keep your read receipts on, and your messages would remain unresponded until joshua took a look himself.

hours later, now in the car on the way back to the company, joshua finally checks his phone again, noticing a few messages from you. oh. pictures. nice. wait. there's also you spamming him about leaving you on read. but when did he do that ? he knows he'd never pass up an opportunity to respond to you when you're needy and seeking his attention, specially when you send him pictures.

sitting across from him, mingyu watches worriedly as he sees all stages of realization hit his elder's face, waiting for him to realize.

"YAH! MINGYU, YOU-"

n/a: not proofread </3

[justmeinadaze]

What about a girl who on the surface seems to be happy. She's the one that is always there for people no matter what. Yet no one is there for her when she really needs someone. In a dark day where she thinks if she leaves the world no ones life would really change because she never really meant anything to other people. But Eddie finds her in a really bad state and somehow talks to her down and slowly overtime helps her feel wanted and loved. Shows her she's not alone.

A/N: I pushing this request and another someone gave me together because they were very similar. I get this to the core of my being and please never forget you aren't alone <3. You matter and the world is 100 time better because you're in it.

Warnings: Heavy material, mentions of emotional pain and depression especially feeling like no one cares and feeling like a burden. Enter with caution. I imagine a lot of us here have felt this at least at one point in our life.

Word Count: 2476

Everything is loud. 

Especially that voice that tells you no one cares.  Yeah you have your friends but they have their partners and their families. Yeah you have work but that’s all it is…work. The people you help are there for just that. As soon as you leave their peripherals it’s like you no longer exist. You have your family but it always feels like they are looking for number one…themselves. You’ve done everything for so many people and yet it feels like no one would do the same for you. 

It's not like you expect anyone to. You do things for people because you genuinely want to. Sometimes, however, it would just to be nice to feel like you were someone else’s first choice… 

Someone who woke up and was excited because they knew they were going to get to spend their day with you. Someone who while out in the world saw something random and their first thought was to call you to tell you. Someone who when you needed something whether it be to laugh or shoulder to cry on wouldn’t hesitate to be there. Someone who asked about your day because they were genuinely curious and not because they needed something. Someone who loved you unconditionally because you’re you.

It was a slow build up to tonight.

It starts with the little voice throughout your day telling you that no one would care. They’ll all move on after you’re gone. How long would it even take for someone to notice? No one calls unless they need something and you’re always the one to text first. You initiate meet ups with your friends and even then it’s hard to get everyone together. You fade in the background at work unless your boss needs someone to belittle. 

You haven’t seen your family face to face in so long. They always say their busy or their schedules are tight. Sometimes you call just to talk to your parents and no one answers. 

You had tried dating but most people you met up with just wanted sex. Anytime you tried finding a genuine connection, it was met with an innuendo that made your eyes roll. 

Today was particularly hard. Your account was overdrawn and you didn’t know how you were going to make it to the next check. Your boss said you seemed distracted and that you need to get your numbers to a better place or else you’d get a write up that could lead to a termination. You called your sister during your break but she didn’t answer instead posting online a selfie with her and her friends at lunch. You messaged a friend with a joke hoping to start a conversation about your worries without coming off like a bother. 

“I’m so exhausted. I wish I could meet a millionaire so I don’t have to work anymore lol”

She responded with a simple laughing emoji. 

You laid in bed scrolling through your phone at all the happy photos of people with their partners, other friends, and or children. They all seemed genuinely happy…why couldn’t you? You were really good at playing content but it took every ounce of energy you had. You didn’t want to pretend anymore. 

You wanted to place the weight of everything down for even just one day of relief while someone took you in their arms and told you that you were safe. 

The voice was practically screaming now in your head that you would never get that relief. The only way to end the pain is to remove yourself entirely from the equation. 

Your logic brain knew it didn’t want that but you didn’t know how to turn it off. 

Opening your front door, you ran outside in the rain in no particular direction hoping that you would end up wherever you were meant to be. You don’t know how long you were on your feet but suddenly you were swept off them as you fell forward into the mud beneath you. 

You heard a faint voice but it was hard to understand under the wind and thunder that shook the sky. A leather jacket covered your arms before you were lifted by your biceps and carried into a home nearby. 

“Jesus, sweetheart. Are you insane? You’re going to get yourself killed walking out there in this weather.”, the boy scolded as he shook his hair like a dog and took off the shirt he was wearing without any hesitation. “Fuck. Here let me take that here.” Grabbing his jacket, he rung it out in the kitchen and hung it on the counter. 

You watched him with wide eyes as he moved around what you realized was a trailer with purpose. 

“Alright, here’s a towel. Do you need to use my phone to call someone or—” The towel he handed you promptly feel to the floor when you didn’t reach out to take it from him, giving him pause as you both stared at it on the ground. 

His bare feet scooted against the rug as he placed himself in front of you and bent down to grab the towel again. You could feel his eyes scanning over you and when you glanced up to meet them you noticed they know reflected concern. 

“You know what? I’m being rude. I haven’t even introduced myself and I just pulled you into my humble abode.” With a big tooth filled grin, he extended his arms out wide and bowed. “My name is Eddie Munson and you are…?” He waits but when you don’t respond, he nonchalantly shakes his head as he stands to his full height again. “No worries. You can tell me when you’re ready. Um, I don’t think a towel will be enough and since it’s still storming you are more than welcome to use our shower. I have some fresh clothes you can change into and we can wash the mud off your outfit. If you want, of course. No pressure.”

“O-Ok.”

One of his eyebrows quirks at the sound of your voice before he flashes you another soft smile.

“Ok? Cool.”

***

When you step out of the shower, you can’t help but feel more relaxed under the steam that filled the bathroom. Eddie’s cigarette smelling clothes added an extra layer of comfort as they hung off your small frame. Glancing at the items on the sink, you smiled at the aftershave and hair product that lingered. Picking up his cologne, your smile grew as you inhale the smell that could best be described as home. You could get lost in that smell…

Continuing to dry your hair as you headed towards his room, you found the metalhead shoveling arms full of clothes that were on his floor into the closet. 

“Oh, uh, hey. Sorry. Yeah…my room isn’t usually this messy but…”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

His face visibly scrunched in confusion as he took a seat on the edge of his bed. 

“What makes you think you ruined my night?”

“I just…kind of…appeared.”

“Nice, pretty girl like you shows up on my doorstep. Introverts dream right there, honey.”, he chuckles as you blush. “Naw, you didn’t ruin my night. I was just going to lay here, smoke some weed and listen to some music. Would, um, would you like to join me?”

You think for a moment as your eyes take him in. Eddie had changed out of his wet clothes and put on a long sleeve shirt with some shorts that reached past his knees. His hair had begun to dry and frizz in an adorable manner that had butterflies flutter in your tummy. 

“Ok.”

“Yeah? Cool.”

“Y/N.” As he slides down to the floor, his head tilts when he hears you speak. “That’s my name.”

Grinning, he reaches under his bedside table and pulls out a little box with a couple of joints pre rolled within. 

“That’s very beautiful. So Y/N, is there a particular genre I should stay away from or are you openminded with music?”

“I’d like to think I’m pretty open minded.”

Eddie lights the end of the paper between his lips and his chest moves with every inhale and exhale before passing it to you. The effects are immediate as you feel calmness wash over you, handing it to him before laying on your back beside him. 

While you continue to listen to the music that plays neither of you says a word as you pass the joint freely between each other. The most recent song ends and a guitar rift begins to play that you feel like you’ve heard before. When you turn to look his way, your eyes lock with his earnest ones as if he’s waiting for you to recognize it. 

When the singer begins to sing the lyrics, your eyes close as you grab your stomach and laugh harder than you felt like you ever had before. Watching the way your personality unfolded has Eddie cackling with you until you were finally able to catch your breath. 

“Is that a fucking rock version of Lil Wayne’s ‘Lollipop’?! Oh my god it sounds amazing.”

“I have this weird fascination with rap songs turned into metal covers. It just tickles my funny bone the right way.”

“I love it.”

“And I love your laugh. It’s infectious.”

Glancing his way, you softly smile as you pass him the last of the bud in your hand for him to finish. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s nice to see you smile. You seemed a bit sad when you came in.”

“Yeah…we don’t have to talk about it though.”

“Do you not WANT to talk about it?”

“No, I just…you don’t wanna hear all that heavy stuff.”, you sigh as you sit up and lean against his dresser. 

“I mean I want to hear more about you, Y/N, and if that ‘heavy stuff’ is a part of you than I wanna hear it.”, he responds as he sits up as well. 

“You don’t know me, Eddie.”

“I’m trying to, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to know? Like I said you don’t know me. Why do you care?”

“I care because I want to know why a gorgeous, seemingly kind woman like you was walking out alone at night during a thunderstorm. Whatever caused her to do that must be really hurting her and I know how much that sucks. I want to help…if I can.”

Your eyes take him in as he pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them to hold them in place. It was so odd to feel safe with someone you didn’t know. You weren’t sure if it was his smooth voice, the intense yet soft hues of his own eyes, or the protective concerned energy that surrounded him but you decided to take a leap and let go.

“When I get lonely…sometimes the voices in my head…get too loud. Not like you know voices, voices but just like that little voice…that makes the world…seem hopeless.”

“Like…no one cares about you to put you first and maybe the world would somehow be better without you in it?” When your gaze shifts his way, you find his have moved to the void in the floor in front him. “Yeah, I know how that feels especially when you hear it being reiterated with that voice.”

“It’s like an extra weight is pushing down on me and I can’t breathe.”

“You just want someone to take off some of that slack and tell you everything is going to be ok. And not because they want something or because they feel like they have to but because they genuinely want to.”

As you nod, you hastily try to dry the tears that fall before he notices.

“Y/N? I promise everything is going to be ok.” When Eddie slid closer to you, you couldn’t stop yourself as you climbed into his lap and curled into his broad chest as his arms circled around you. “You’re safe and the world is 1000 times better because you’re here.”

He continued to coo softly that everything was ok, rocking you gently in his arms as you continued to cry. 

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Six Months Later

You beam as you hold Eddie’s hand at the table with your friend and her date as you wait for your food to served. 

“Hey, you know what would be fun? Maybe after we eat, we can head over to Scoops and try that new peanut flavor they have.”

“Oh, yeah!”, your friend exclaims with bright eyes. “I heard it’s so delicious.”

“I mean ice cream sounds great but Y/N can’t have that flavor. She’s allergic remember?”, your boyfriend replies nonchalantly as he quietly thanks the waiter as he places plates down in front of everybody. Without skipping a beat, Eddie opens your burger and steals your pickles he knows you give him every time before wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he eats with his free hand. 

Since that first night you met him, everything came almost easy with Eddie. For the first time, you felt heard and understood. Those first couple of months, you half expected him to disappear but every day he showed up with the same enthusiasm that made your heart want to explode. 

The first time you two fought, he realized it was because you were afraid to be open. 

“Sweetheart, how am I supposed to know it bothers you if you don’t tell me?”

“I just…I don’t want to lose you. I like you a lot, Eddie, and I’m afraid—”

“To be yourself? Baby, I like you a lot to. YOU… not some image of you. Don’t make yourself unhappy to make me happy. I don’t want that.”

From that moment on, you did everything you could to express how you felt and every time he tried to meet you in the middle. Every bad day, you were there for each other no questions asked. Every good day, you relished especially the small moments where you two would just lay on the floor and listen to music enjoying each other’s company without feeling like he’d rather be somewhere else. 

You were his first choice and he was yours. 

“How about we go to the arcade? They have that ice cream shop next door and then we can play some pool.”, you suggest knowing Eddie can smoke while you guys play as the music you both like plays. 

“That sounds like fun.”, your friend grins. “I’m not good with pool but I know Adam likes to show off.”

“So does Ed.”, you giggle. 

“Pfft, like you don’t like watching me bend over the table when I shoot my shot.”, he teases as he throws a wink your way before kissing your forehead.

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Eddie Asks/ Donate to me :)

Just in case y'all wanted to hear the song :P

[lostintransist]

Seamstress | Part 6

Check out part 1 here.

John texted memes. Something about that surprised you. He presented as such a straight-laced demeanor that the silly text images added a layer of intrigue to the man who already took such care not to share more the bare minimum.

He sent his commentary about his ‘muppets’ as he called the men under his command. The image of a man in suspenders, a tie, and a coffee mug in one hand with the text “If they could just not…” followed by any number of pictures of Jim Hensen’s muppets. It always prompts you to ask for the cleansed version of their nonsense. John had confirmed that the men who had come in asking about him were the men under his command. They were still under orders to leave you and your shop alone. When he mentioned that in the first week of texting you were surprised.

>I can hold my own in my shop John, release them to come by for fixes on anything you haven’t already stolen from their bags.

When he didn’t reply within a few hours you followed it up with.

>Your Scotsman seemed pretty excited about getting a family kilt fixed. Let them come by John. I don’t scare easy.

Halfway across the world, John squints at his phone in the darkness of the safe house he and Johnny are waiting for exfil in.

“What did you say to my girl Soap?” Price questions in the quiet.

Soap jerks from his nodding-off sleep in the corner where he had settled down.

“What’s up boss,” he asks sleepily.

He turned his phone to show Johnny the message from you.

“What did you do to my girl?”

Soap squinted through the brightness blasting his eyes.

“Dinne do nothing Cap. Alls I asked about was a kilt repair. Me granddad’s kilt was given to me when he passed, I want to get it fixed up is all.”

Soap lacked the guile to ever pull off being an undercover agent. John turned the phone back to himself, frowning.

“Fine. You can go visit her. Spread the word, but if I hear any of you gave her a bit of grief?” He let the warning linger unspoken behind his words.

“Got it. Can I go back to sleep now?”

John harrumphs and pulls out a cigar, lighting it up as he contemplates how to reply to you.

<:Rolling eye emoji: Fine, but you let me know if they give you any trouble.

>You reply with a gif of someone giving a salute with the text aye aye captain below it.

Physically rolling his eyes this time John settles in to watch the sky and think of you.

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Christmas had to be the most peaceful one you had ever experienced. Laughing with your aunts and eye contact across the table with your cousins when someone said something wild before taking a sip had never been the norm. Every Christmas season meant spending time with your Mum’s family and her resentful sniffs when Pop would inform you of the times when his sisters might be passing through so you could see them. You think Mum hated that you had real conversations with the other side of your family. Everything on her side sat stilted in past hostiles and clothed in niceness for the sake of Gran who still watched with a sharp eye.

You hadn’t expected any gifts but the highlight had to be the scarf from your favorite cousin. It sat light and delicate on your neck. When you said goodbye to everyone and headed up to the spare room your Nana had set up for you. Settling onto the bed you fired off a text to John.

<Merry Christmas! Did you have a good holiday?

>Decent.

>Merry Christmas.

Attached was a photo of John with what looked like egg nog in his mustache with an arm around a man and woman who also had white streaks along their upper lips. Standing so close together you can see they share the same eye-crinkling smile.

<Aww! You look so cute with your egg-nog mustache! Did someone spike it before cups were passed around?

>But of course, can’t discuss childhood stories without a healthy glug of whiskey. Added enough of a kick that even the scary stories were told with a laugh.

>How has yours gone? You mentioned you would be with extended family up north this year.

<It’s been a blast. Best Christmas I can remember for a long time. I am spending the night with my Nana before driving home tomorrow.

<You have any fun plans between now and New Years?

>Other than deep cleaning the mold from my fridge?

You laugh out loud in the empty room. He probably wasn’t kidding. John had mentioned that he can be called for a job at a moment’s notice and sometimes it leaves him with some nasty surprises when he eventually got home.

<Yes you silly man, other than that.

Those dots went on and off for a long time. When the message finally comes through you are disappointed.

>Nothing crazy, mostly catching up on my shows.

<What like The Golden Bachelor?

You can imagine him fighting down a smile as he contemplates a reply. He isn’t that much older than you, but the way he mothers his men has them calling him ‘Old Man’. John complains about it but always with love.

>The muppets would like to you if you would like to join them for New Years.

>I told them I had plans with you but they insisted and are watching for your response.

Smirking you fired off one last response before starting your bedtime routine.

<Should I wear jeans or a pretty dress?

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Stepping from the cab you wave your thanks and turn to the building. John is standing at the glass door, waiting for you to get close enough that he can welcome you in. You smile at him, excited for his reaction to your dress. It is mostly visible through the undone buttons of your long coat. You had made it yourself, hands cramping late into the night with the number of times you have had to pleat the skirt to sit exactly right. Ironing the piece flat each time you wanted to pleat it slightly differently had been deeply frustrating work.

The black dress wrapped around, sending one tie through the side piece to stretch across your back and meet the other tie to create a bow. The long sleeves and v of the crossing front gave you an excuse to pull out your push-up bra and put the girls on display. You had chosen a long skirt. Reflective swirls of gold shined in the light from your skirt. It brushed the top of your shoes each time you took a step. Jewelry you kept simple; gold hoops and a single pendant on a long chain. Some light eye makeup and a lip stain are all you did for your face today. You would forget to wipe it off when you got home and refused to deal with the breakouts that overnight in your makeup would provide. Thankfully your hair cooperated and sat neatly in a sleek bun.

Looking John over as you approach you are pleased to see him in a suit. The juxtaposition of his winter beanie will never not make you smile. You hadn’t seen this one from him in all his times of coming by. You would tease him about the belt he needed to keep them up later. Perfect you could poke and prod at him tonight to confirm that you had the right size for his Christmas present. It sat in the back of your shop, waiting for his next visit to confirm the dark blue suit would contrast beautifully with his eyes. Double vested with a double vent, because something about that cute bum being covered just so gave you butterflies. The pants should cling to his thighs barely and give him a nice long silhouette

John took you in from top to bottom and back up again. You thought him unaffected until he took your hand as he opened the door and pulled you directly into a hug. Hugging him fired off a spring-loaded batch of emotions. Between the subtle smell of his cologne and the heat of his hands searing through the back of your coat, you’ve never wanted a New Years kiss more than now.

God. You had to say something. Fuck it all. You opened your mouth to say anything really but John beat you to it.

“You look stunning tonight,” he pulls back, hands still settled on your spine. He looks from your hair to your cleavage and back, a warm smile growing on his face.

“Thanks, you look pretty spiffy yourself,” tugging on the lapels of his jacket you continue, “But this doesn’t fit quite right, and was that a belt I saw? How could you keep something like this from me, John?”

His smile got impossibly wider. Joy spread through you like the first drink of a warm liquor.

“I wondered if you would notice. Gaz mentioned to wear a suit and when I went digging through my closet this was all I could find.”

John released you from the hug, one hand sliding from your back and down your arm to catch your hand. He holds it all the way up the elevator. When the elevator deposits you on the 26th floor you let John lead. Number 2607 he opens without hesitation.

All his muppets are present, some even have dates. Kyle stood at the island, cutting cheese for the board. The woman who you assumed to be Kyle’s girlfriend floated around the room. Charms weaved into her braids and a sleek body con dress matched her beautiful smile as she offered you and John both a drink. You were surprised to see that Gary was a blond. His choice of date made much more sense than his hair color and makes you smile. Sharing a look with John he nodded once; Gary had a thing for goth women. Johnny and Simon sat at a table, deep in discussion. Neither had a date to be seen.

“Simon doesn’t surprise me but why doesn’t Johnny have a date?” You turn to question John, wary of letting your voice travel in the open space.

John takes a sip of his drink, “They would have a date if either of them would buck up and ask the other.”

Your eyes widened as you snapped your gaze back to the men.

“You would not make a good agent,” he chuckled. “Johnny come hold this for me.”

Johnny pops up and out of his chair without question, closing the distance to take the drink John is holding out. John then takes your drink and passes it off to Johnny as well. Shivers assault your body as John’s rough fingers slide the coat from your shoulder and move away to hang it up.

“Miss Seamstress!” Johnny leans in and places a kiss on your cheek as he passes your drink back. “It is good to see you. How is your shop going?”

“Good, almost too good. If my space were any bigger I would bring on another seamstress full time. As it stands I might still hire someone to help with the simpler tasks.”

“What counts as a simpler task in a shop like yours?” Johnny cants his head to one side.

“Mostly ironing, unstitching simpler items, phone calls, running the register, things like that.” John appears at your side, finger-catching your pinky. You curl it tight to acknowledge his presence.

Movement over Johnny’s shoulder shows Simon and Kyle both heading toward you for a greeting. Kyle gives you a kiss much like Johnny did and Simon nods. When Gary sees everyone is saying hello he abandons his date for a rib-crushing hug since both your hands are busy.

The night flows on, laughter and food flowing more freely than the drinks do. You end up chatting with Kyle’s and Gary’s girlfriends about Pilates and how funny it would be to see the men try. They jump from history to space to fashion and beyond. Midnight sees Gary and Kyle kissing their girlfriends. Johnny and Simon stare at each other’s feet in abject longing and John places a kiss on the back of your hand, much to your chagrin.

As John had nursed his single drink all night and drove you home after one, passing through a sobriety checkpoint with ease. The conversation never stopped flowing with John, teasing and jokes kept your spirits lifted until you arrived at your flat. He walked you to your door, hand firmly in yours.

His thumb brushed against your knuckles as you stared up into his eyes, hoping, praying for a kiss.

“Thank you for coming. I left your gift at home since I didn’t want you to have to lug it about. When can I bring it by?”

“You’re gift is at the shop, so tomorrow maybe? About noon?”

“That would work fine. I had a lot of fun tonight and I know my guys like you.”

“They are important to you, it makes sense you would want someone in your life to get along with them.”

“And do you,” he paused here, eyes searching your face, “What to be part of my life?”

Desperately. More than anything. Fuck yes.

None of those words passed your lips. All you could do is nod.

With his free hand, John cradles your face, pressing his lips to yours.

It had to be the best first kiss you ever had because you can’t remember a damn second of it. When you finally blink John is halfway down the hall and turning back to see if you are okay since you haven’t moved.

Sending him a sheepish smile and a nod you fight with your key to get your lock open and fling yourself inside. Once the door finds its home you squeal as quietly as you can and happy dance like a dork.

Seamstress Masterlist | Masterlist

[buccini555]

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

≡ ℋeadcanons what it would be like to have a long-distance relationship with Shinichiro Sano being a sweet gamer boy who is completely silly for you

⌕ ℱluffy ℋeadcanons!

★ ℱ𝓽. Shinichiro Sano

Shinichiro always sends you messages like: "Good morning my princess.", "I miss your voice, bunny.", "I can't wait to see you again, love.", "How's your day, babygirl?", "How's my pretty girl feeling today?" He always ends up completing himself like a sly kitten, being exactly affectionate and kind at all times, also, calling you cute names all the time.

Even from afar, Shinichiro would commit to being extremely faithful to you, as well, he would be equally affectionate most of the time.

He spends almost all day sending you Instagram reels or TikTok videos, they are usually as random as possible or just cute.

Shinichiro always sends you audios as soon as he wakes up or before going to sleep, besides, he could easily spend hours on a call talking without stopping just to hear your voice.

The boy always sends you gifts, whenever you like something he ends up buying it in a few weeks, one of the ways he found to show his feelings for you was by giving you gifts, for that reason, he always gives you gifts.

Shinichiro lets you watch or hear him while he plays, plus he always invites you to spend time playing video games with him.

During the day, Shinichiro usually sends photos of practically all the bikes he repairs during work and also explains to you about his work even if sometimes you simply don't understand a word.

He definitely makes an effort to come and see you, even if from time to time, Shinichiro never stops visiting you quite often, you usually spend a lot of time together when he ends up coming to your city, Shinichiro really prefers to stay at home, for that reason Reason, when they are finally together, they usually spend it playing games and being very affectionate with each other.

You use matching profile photos, combine playlists and dedicate songs, Shinichiro writes you long texts every week full of heart emojis to at least try to be romantic.

On his cell phone case, as decoration, he uses a polaroid with a photo of himself and a phonestrap with his name next to heart beads, moreover, it is a fact that his wallpaper is definitely a photo of him.

Even from afar, you watch anime together, or just read the same manga while making a call, Shinichiro always prioritizes having some quality time with you, for this reason, he tends to be attentive all the time.

[morgana-larkin]

Hi, I have prompt for kinktober:

Mel likes to be spoiled in EVERY way possible… Just the reader fulfilling our (bottom) girl wishes.

Hi Anon! Thank you for the prompt and I had so much fun writing this! I am on my period which is probably why I had a lot of fun writing it lol. So when I saw the results from the poll, I saw they were all very close together so I decided to do all of them except for edging. Anyway, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m almost done ‘cool your fire’ part 7 and a one shot with Moiraine Sedai from Wheel of Time. If you want another prompt for kinktober then just send one in with a specific kink(s) and who you want as the bottom.

Naughty, Naughty Girl

Warnings: smut, praise kink, small mommy kink, overstimulation, bondage, use of sex toys, master and slave role play, bottom Mel, top reader, Mel being a tease, fluff

Words: 3.7k

You wake up in the morning and start to get ready for a day at work. Unfortunately for you and Melissa, she has the day off of work today but you don’t.

You quietly get ready for work so you don’t wake her and then get all your stuff needed for work before you make your way downstairs to eat something quickly. You’re eating some toast when you feel hands wrap around your waist and you turn around to face her.

“Morning Melissa, I was gonna let you sleep in.” You tell her with a smile.

“And not get a good morning kiss from you? Plus I wake up at the same time every morning so I never really sleep in anymore.” She tells you and you lean in and kiss her.

“I can’t believe you don’t get the day off.” She tells you with a pout.

“It isn’t a holiday for the district.” You say with a sigh. “But I’ll be back in 9 hours. I’m sure you can entertain yourself without me until then.” You tell her and she smirks.

“Oh you know I can.” She says and you miss the mischievous smile she gives as you go and grab your stuff.

“I’ll see you when I get back.” You tell her and give her one more kiss before leaving.

Once you leave, Melissa smiles to herself, she is definitely gonna tease you while you’re at work. And if it works then you’ll definitely rail her tonight when you get back.

So Melissa makes some breakfast for herself and then does the dishes as she waits a little bit for you to get to work and set up for the day.

She looks at the time after doing the dishes and sees your work starts in a minute. So she goes over to the couch, and takes a selfie of herself in her robe. She sends it to you with the caption ‘wish you were here with me’.

You hear the vibration from your phone at your desk and you go and look at the message. You see the picture she sent along with what she said and you send the kissing emoji to her.

An hour later, Melissa is still in her robe, watching tv and scrolling on her phone. She then gets an idea of a picture to send to you. She opens her robe up just a little bit, just enough to see the outline of her tits, takes a selfie and then sends it to you. You reply back a couple minutes later.

You: I don’t think your robe was open that much this morning.

Melissa: no idea what you’re talking about

About 30 minutes later you get a text from Melissa, another picture. You look at it and let out a small whimper. It’s a picture of Melissa looking up at the phone, she’s laying on the couch and she has the robe open enough but has it stopped just before you see the nipples.

You: Are you teasing me Mel?

Melissa: Depends

Melissa: Is it working?

You: It’s definitely working, and plus you look stunning like always

An hour later you get another photo and it immediately makes you wet between the legs. Melissa sent a picture of between her legs but her hand is covering her pussy.

You: You’re making me turned on and it’s not even lunch yet

Melissa: What if I told you I want you to do anything you want to me when you get home?

You: Mmm, like what specifically?

Melissa: Whatever you want

You: Someone is needy and horny today

Melissa: And ready to be used

Melissa sent another picture of herself, completely topless and her nipples were hard. You looked at it and another whimper fell from your lips. You put your head down on your desk in defeat, wanting to be home with Melissa.

An hour later you’re about to go to lunch when you get a notification and see that Melissa sent another picture. You take a deep breath and unlock your phone. You see the picture and it’s her, completely naked, and front and centre is her wet pussy and you can see her breasts in the back, as well as a smile on her face.

You: You’re making me want to take the rest of the day off

Melissa: I wouldn’t mind if you did, with how wet I am

You start banging your head on the desk before you go for lunch. While eating, your phone chimes a few times and you see that Melissa is spamming you with pictures. You realise you can’t open it in the break room as someone might see so you leave your phone on the table while you eat.

“Not gonna respond?” A coworker asks.

“I will after I eat.” You say to them before continuing eating.

When you get back to your desk is when you look at what she sent. You see she sent various pictures of different angles of her body. There’s one with her legs spread open, one of her nipples with her holding one and biting her lip.

The rest of the day you barely get any work done. With Melissa constantly teasing you over texts, sending nude pictures and you thinking of all the ways you’re gonna punish her when you get home, well it wasn’t a productive day at work.

You end up asking your boss to leave an hour early and he agreed as almost no one got any work done that day anyway.

You drive back home and you bolt from the car and into the house. You see Melissa coming back from the kitchen and you race to her. Before you reach her she looks your way and she’s shocked and then she smiles at you.

“What are you doing home ea-” You cut her off by dragging her to the wall and kiss her. “Hm, not that I mind at all.” She says once you pull back.

“You didn’t change at all today I see.” You tell her as you see she’s still wearing the robe from this morning.

“Well since I was teasing you all day, thought it’d be easier to keep it on.” She says with a smirk and wiggles her eyebrows.

“And easier to take off. Come on! Muoversi bella!” You tell her and pull her to the bedroom.

“Woah!” She says as you basically yank her arm for her to move.

You drag her to the bedroom and almost throw her on to the bed and close the door. You turn around to look at her and she’s leaning on her forearms and looking at you with a smirk.

“You know I spent most of the day thinking about what I wanted to do to punish you for teasing me at work.” You tell her as you walk over to her and sit on her lap.

“Hm, and what did you decide on?” She asks you as you move your hands to the tie on her robe.

“Well that’s for me to know and you to find out.” You say and untie her robe. “Just know this.” You say and grab her chin. “I’m in charge and you have been very naughty so I’m not going to go easy on you.” You tell her and she nods. “Safe word?”

“Cowboys.” Melissa says, almost out of breath already.

“Mm, good girl.” You tell her and untie her robe fully and pull it down, revealing her big, beautiful breasts and hard nipples. You bend down and start kissing and sucking her neck, pulling out moans from her right away.

“Y/n.” She moans out and you pull back and place your hands on her nipples.

“No, not Y/n, try again.” You tell her.

“Mistress.” Melissa breathes out and you smirk at her.

“That’s right my devoted slave.” You say and bend down again. This time you go between her breasts and lick a strip from her breasts up to her neck. Melissa lays fully on her back and moves her now free hands to go and touch you. “No no no Cara Mia.” You say and grab her wrists. You really are doing a lot of her turn ons and you know it.

You speaking Italian to her is a huge turn on that you both found out by accident and you taking on the roles of master and slave. Melissa is a woman who spent most of her life taking care of herself and other people, so to give up the power entirely in the bedroom, turned her on very easily.

“You have been very naughty, my little slave, you don’t deserve to touch me.” You tell her and she whines. “In fact, I should make sure that you have no way to touch me.” You say and climb off of her. She sits back up on her forearms and sees you going through the closet. You pull a box out that she recognizes immediately and she becomes even more wet. You then turn around and look at her with a smirk. “Take your robe off completely and get on the bed.” You demand and she immediately obeys.

She yanks the rest of her robe off and crawls over on the bed and lays her head on a couple of pillows.

“Comfortable?” You ask and she nods. “Good, cause you won’t be moving from there for a long time.” You tell her and she rubs her legs together. You go over to the bed and take out the fluffy handcuffs. You make sure to use the most comfortable option with what you have in mind. You take out both sets of the handcuffs and take her hands to the bed posts. You then begin to strip your own clothes off and all Melissa can do is watch. She starts to pull on her handcuffs when you unclip your bra and you send her a smirk as you let it fall. You slowly take your underwear off and she unconsciously bucks her hips slightly. You get on the edge of the bed and crawl up the bed, in between her legs and she’s biting her lip hard. “You look so beautiful like this, my little slave.” You say as you run a hand up her leg and she lets out a whimper. “So obedient and all mine to do with as I please.” You add and another whimper falls out of her mouth.

You then get on her thigh and start moving your hips, grinding yourself on her. “Hm, feel how wet I am, how wet you made me today.” You tell her and you feel that she’s trying to rub her legs together but she can’t with you on one of her thighs. “Aw, does my poor little slave want to get off?” You ask with faux sympathy. “You made me very wet today, so mistress is going to get off first, using your leg. Understood?” You say and she nods. You then lean forward a bit so your clit is getting the friction from her thigh and you start moaning. You then feel Melissa clench her thigh muscles to give you more pleasure and you smile at her. “Oh yes my little slave, giving your mistress more pleasure.” You tell her and you let out a gasp.

Your orgasm is building quickly, moans and gasps falling out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to release. You then let out a big gasp as you feel your orgasm go all through your body. You then halt your movements and look at her with a smile.

“Now that your mistress got off, I think my needy little slave should get off. Don’t you think?” You ask her and she nods quickly. “I’m gonna need a verbal response my little slave.” You tell her and she gulps.

“Yes mistress, I deserve to get off too.” She says and you frown.

“You think you deserve to get off with the stunt you pulled today?” You ask her with a head tilt. She gives a shy nod and looks down. “Hm how about I take away your ability to see in exchange for you to orgasm.” You say and you go into the box that you put on the nightstand and pull out a blindfold. You then tie it around her carefully. “There, are you able to see?” You ask her.

“No.” She responds quickly.

“Is it comfortable?” You ask her.

“Yes.”

“Ok, good.” You say and then bend down and take a nipple in your mouth right away. She immediately gasps and bucks her hips at the heightened sensation.

Despite you being on top, you still have a small mommy kink and you love sucking on her tits. Melissa loves having her tits sucked so it worked out perfectly.

You swirl your tongue around her nipple before going back to sucking and she bucks her hips. Melissa normally loves holding your head there for as long as she could before you start to pull back. You hear her pulling the cuffs and you smile. You know she wants to hold your head right now and she can’t. She starts rubbing her legs and you slip your leg in between hers so she can’t while you go to her other nipple and give it the same treatment.

“Mistress, please, please touch me more. I’m begging you, ple-” her begging gets cut off when you pull back and give her a passionate kiss. During the kiss you bring your leg up higher. Melissa gasps into the kiss and begins grinding herself on your leg. You pull back about a minute later, as well as your leg and Melissa whines. You then start trailing kisses down her body, all the way to her clit, you give her clit a small kiss before pulling back.

You go to the box and pull out a small vibrator and all Melissa can do is hear you pull something out. You turn it on and place it between her legs and she bucks her hips and lets out a huge gasp as you placed it on her clit. You then tell her to close her legs and she obeys after it processes in her mind what you said. She closes her legs and then you get off the bed once you ensure that the vibrator is staying in place.

“W-wait, whe-where are you going?” She stumbles out as the vibrator is getting her close to her first orgasm.

“Just relax, my little slave. Orgasm as many times as you’d like until I come back.” You tell her and then leave the room. In reality you come back before she even has her first orgasm with a cloth, a glass of water and a chocolate bar for after. You come back in quietly and watch her have her first orgasm of the night. You’re aware that you didn’t tie her legs together so you’re interested to know if she’ll keep the vibrator there like you wanted her too.

After her first orgasm Melissa starts moving her hips a lot. She wants to move her legs but the vibrator will fall if she moves her legs. You take a seat on one of the chairs near the window and watch as she struggles to keep the vibrator in place as she nears her second orgasm. You put one leg over the other and you smirk as the curses are tumbling out of the redhead, both in English and Italian. You watch her have her second orgasm before getting up and going into the box.

You pull a strap on and dildo out of the box and you’re aware that she heard you as she looks in your direction. You go over to the vibrator and you turn up the speed before putting the strap on.

“Mistress, mistress please, it’s too much!” Melissa says and you bend down close to her ear.

“Just relax, my little slave.” You whisper in her ear and a whimper falls out of her mouth. You then turn the vibrator to the highest speed and hold the vibrator in place. Melissa is struggling to contain herself as her legs and hips are moving like crazy. She’s starting to yank on the cuffs as her third orgasm is fast approaching. She closes her hands into fists as she’s right at the peak and she can hardly contain the pleasure coursing through her body. She then screams out as her third orgasm hits and you pull the vibrator out and turn it off.

Melissa is breathing deeply and you go on to the bed, in between her legs. You touch all over her legs to help her calm down with a bit of touch. You then line the dildo up with her entrance and slide into her when her breathing starts to even out.

“Oh my god!” She screams out in shock and pleasure as she feels the dildo fill her up. Once it’s all the way, you give her a second to adjust before pulling it almost all the way out and then slamming it back in again. You do this a few times before you bring her legs up, grab a hold of her hips and start pounding into her. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god!” Melissa says as she feels another orgasm start to build.

“No god here my little slave, just your mistress.” You say seductively and she whines. You start to feel your own orgasm building as the dildo is rubbing your clit. About a minute later you start to see her legs shake and you can tell she’s close. “Come for me, my little slave.” You tell her and you see her stomach clench before she screams out as she has her fourth orgasm. You let go of her hips and fall forward a bit as you feel your orgasm run through you. You don’t stop though, you continue going in and out of her and you see a tear down her face. You grab the small vibrator that you put right beside you and you put it to his fastest speed before putting it on her clit. “Let’s see how many more orgasms you can take tonight.” You tell her and she cries out as another orgasm hits her. She begins yanking on her cuffs and moving her legs uncontrollably as another orgasm is building and the overstimulation is starting to really get to her.

Another orgasm hits you both, you pull out of her but you keep the vibrator in place as you take the strap off. She starts yanking on the cuffs harder and her hips are moving everywhere. You place your hand on her hips and press down to keep her hips in place and she tries to close her legs but can’t with you right there. You watch as 2 more orgasms hit her and she starts begging you.

“Please, it’s too much.” She starts saying and you feel all over her stomach and grab one of her boobs as another hits her.

“Just one more my little slave, you can do it Amore.” You tell her. She pulls on the handcuffs and her legs start to shake as her orgasm is building quickly. She then cries out as another orgasm hits her and then you pull the vibrator away and turn it off.

You quickly take the blindfold and handcuffs off and go and lay beside her and bring her to you. She puts her head on your chest and puts an arm around your stomach as her body is shaking and coming down from her high. Once she stops shaking you grab the cloth and carefully clean her up before you clean yourself up. You then give her the glass of water and the chocolate bar that you knew she would need right away. She gratefully takes a big sip and eats the chocolate quickly.

“How are you feeling?” You ask her as you go back beside her and she immediately attaches herself to you after you take the glass of water from her. You place the glass on the nightstand and look at her as she responds.

“Much better. That was really intense.” She says and you stroke her head.

“Hope it wasn’t too much.” You tell her.

“It was a lot but I loved it. I should tease you all day more often.” She says and you laugh.

You both do not go very far from the bed for the rest of the weekend.

Melissa walks into the break room on Monday morning and everyone looks at her as she’s walking weirdly. Ava walks in after her and watches her with interest.

“Looks like you had a good weekend Melissa.” Ava tells her and goes to get a coffee.

“When are we going to meet your boyfriend?” Jacob asks her and she smiles as massages her neck a little bit.

“Hard to meet my boyfriend when I don’t have one.” She tells them all. “I do, however, have a girlfriend that you can meet.” She adds on and Janine, Jacob and Ava surround her and ask her question after question. Just then you walk in and see the scene in front of you.

“Wow, Melissa is popular this morning.” You say and they all stop and look up at you.

“Oh hey Y/n, does the district come with anything for us?” Janine asks you as they’ve all met you before.

“Nope, Melissa just forgot her lunch this morning.” You say and hand her the container.

“Wait, you’re the girlfriend?” Gregory asks as Melissa pulls you down onto her lap and she rests her head on your arm.

“Damn girl, it sure seems you gave Melissa a good weekend with how she was walking.” Ava pipes up and you take a sip from Melissa’s mug.

“Oh it was definitely a good weekend.” You say with a smirk. Everyone starts throwing questions at you both as Barb is watching it all in front of her, taking a sip from her mug with a smile, already knowing who Melissa was with.

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[mythmash]

In Sickness

Pairing: Takuma Ino x F!Reader Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: birthday sickfic, lots of fluff, implied smut A/N: This was written for the wonderful @pastelbunnelby! JJK Masterlist

If there’s one thing Ino loves more than you, it’s the chance to celebrate you.

He’s been looking forward to your birthday for weeks, excitement pouring out of him each day it grew closer. A day hasn’t gone by without him dropping little hints hidden behind that charming grin of his. And it’d be a lie to say his eagerness wasn’t contagious. Every tease, every clue, every promise that your first birthday as a couple would be nothing short of spectacular had you eagerly awaiting the day almost as much as him.

That eagerness turns to pure, unfiltered excitement the night before your birthday when a box appears at your front door. It’s plain, smooth black material tied with a silky, white ribbon. The size tells you it’s either a dress or an outfit, but the card tucked into the ribbon gives you clear instructions not to open it until morning. Your fingers itch to disobey, nails picking at the edges of the ribbon, the corners of the lid, any part they can reach as you carry the box to your bedroom.

A little peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

Knowing what you’ll be wearing would help you figure out how to do your hair…

What if there are no shoes in the box? You wouldn’t want Ino’s plans to be delayed because you spent too long finding the right pair.

What if it’s not an outfit at all? That’s even more time you’ll waste trying to find something else to wear.

Your mind races with a million reasons to tear into the box, fingers already curling under the lid.

But Ino’s handsome face flashes through your mind, a tight smile hiding his imagined disappointment. Something knots in your stomach, immediately repulsed at possibly ruining weeks of work. If Ino can manage to wait this long without spoiling the surprise, you can too.

You quell your anxious urges by sending him a picture of yourself holding the box before tucking it beneath your bed. Out of sight, out of mind.

Ino responds immediately, your phone buzzing once, twice, thrice as you prepare for bed.

Several texts await you when you finally settle in bed. A slew of heart emojis followed by a paragraph of compliments and finished with a single text wishing you a good night. You can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, feeling the warmth in your cheeks and the thrumming in your heart at the thought of him so excited to spend time with you.

You fall asleep staring at his photo beaming at you from the lock screen of your phone, and dream of all the ways you’ll spend tomorrow.

With all of your anticipation, it’s only fitting that you wake early the next morning with a throbbing pain nested comfortably in your head. When you shift beneath your covers, the pain spreads to your limbs, leaving a resounding ache. Every move, every blink, every thought only serves to make you feel worse until you grow frustrated and force yourself to sit up.

Your mistake is quickly realized as your vision doubles, stomach turning so violently you choke trying to swallow down your dry heave.

Of all the days for this to happen.

Carefully laying yourself back down, you gingerly slide your hand to the side for your phone. It takes a sickening effort to lift your phone and even more to get it close to your face. The artificial light is nearly blinding in the early morning hours, sending renewed pulses of pain through your skull. You put all your focus and concentration into unlocking your phone and finding Ino’s texts. There’s no way you’ll be able to form a proper sentence, much less type it out.

You’re not entirely sure what you say to him in the voice note. You know what you meant to say — something along the lines of “I’m so sorry, I think I’m sick.” — but your throat scratches with every word. Combined with your already sleep-thick voice, the message is short and takes what little energy you have left.

You succumb to your body’s exhaustion with the thought that maybe you should’ve called him.

When you wake again, it’s late in the morning. While your body no longer vibrates with pain, the heat building beneath your covers is suffocating and the scratch in your throat has grown significantly. Sweat-soaked and barely awake, you stumble your way to your bathroom and into the shower.

Most of your shower is spent sitting on the floor, letting the icy water wash across your overheated skin. You don’t bother with anything more than that, only just able to power through brushing your teeth before you feel that draining heaviness growing in your limbs.

You collapse on your bed, draped over your blankets half-dressed in clean pajamas, and fumble once more for your phone. You’re able to send an actual text this time, informing Ino of your current state and apologizing profusely. There’s no response, not even his usual thumbs up or heart reaction.

Ino isn’t one to get upset when plans change, always happy to go with the flow, but you know how much he was looking forward to today. He could need a moment to deal with his disappointment. Or he could be busy and not looking at his phone. You don’t want to jump to conclusions and assume the worst, but the guilt swimming around in your head has your anxiety on high.

Eyelids growing heavy, you tell yourself you’ll try again in fifteen minutes. If that doesn’t work, then you’ll call him.

Fifteen minutes, you think, letting your head sink into the soft cushion of your pillow.

All you need is fifteen minutes…

Three knocks in quick succession pull you out of your dreamless sleep. You wake confused and slightly startled, groaning into your pillow as the light and sound and blankets draped over you hit you all at once.

“Sorry.” Ino’s voice reaches your ears, gentle and soothing. You chase the sound, the comfort it brings, turning your head in the direction of his voice. The light is still too much for you, peering one eye open to gaze at the concerned face of your boyfriend. He kneels beside your bed, dressed down to a black shirt and loose shorts with his beanie resting on your nightstand.

“Morning,” you rasp, lips pulled into a tired smile.

“Evening,” Ino chuckles, reaching out to tenderly place the back of his hand against your damp forehead. “Looks like your fever’s gone down.”

“How long have you been here?” You speak slowly, trying not to agitate your already raw throat. Ino hums, turning his hand to rest it against your cheek. You lean into his touch, the soft glide of his thumb over your cheekbone nearly soothing you back to sleep.

“Couple hours,” Ino shrugs. “I got us lunch, but you were knocked out pretty good.”

“What time is it?” you ask, turning your head in search of your phone. Ino pulls his hand away to pluck your phone from where it’s hidden beneath his beanie, plugged in to charge.

“Not late enough to worry your pretty little head,” he teases. He doesn’t tell you, but the burnt orange shining through your windows gives you your answer. Guilt settles firmly in the pit of your stomach, not helped by the empathetic smile Ino gives you. Not a hint of anger or disappointment, only concern tinted with sadness.

Somehow, that feels worse.

You turn away, face pressed into the pillow as you give a muffled, “’m sorry.”

“You’re apologizing? For being sick?” There’s a pinch to your cheek, playfully scolding. You huff, puffing out your cheeks to push his hand away before shifting to sit up. Ino hovers beside you, ready and waiting if you need him.

“But…I ruined your plans…” you murmur. Fingers worrying at the blankets, you keep your gaze fixed on a loose thread you tear from the soft material.

“Hey—” A gentle grasp on your chin carefully turns your head until you’re face to face with Ino, “—you didn’t ruin anything.”

He leans forward, lightly pressing his forehead to yours.

“But—”

“Nope.” He cuts your words off with a swift kiss to your nose.

“I wasn’t—”

Another kiss. Then a peck to your cheek.

“Ino—”

He moves for your lips, and you swiftly cover his mouth with your palm.

“You’re going to get sick,” you scold him. His response is another kiss immediately followed by his tongue messily sliding up your palm. You shove his face away, smiling through your disgusted scoff as his laughter echoes in your room.

“It’s too late for that, anyway. I took a nap with you earlier.”

“You—what?” Ino’s up and moving before you have time to process that.

He searches through your clothes, casually moving between your closet and dresser. He pauses once, a pair of your favorite fuzzy socks in hand, speaking to you over his shoulder, “You think you can get up?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you nod. He hums, satisfied, tossing you the socks before moving back to your closet. He fishes through your clothes for a bit longer while you pull the socks on, but gives up his search when you move to sit on the edge of your bed. Ino grins, standing before you with his hands out.

“Up and at ‘em!” he cheers as you set your hands in his and he helps you to your feet. You wobble, but Ino is quick to steady you against his chest. He gives you a minute to adjust to being upright for the first time in hours, placing several kisses on the side of your head.

“I’m okay,” you assure him, reaching down to squeeze his hand.

“Good,” Ino hums, moving out of your reach to stand behind you. “Now, you trust me, right?”

“Of course,” you answer instantly. Ino pauses for a moment, the stillness only broken when he leaves a long kiss on the side of your neck. He mutters something, and you catch the words perfect and lucky somewhere in there before he clears his throat.

“Cover your eyes for me?”

You do as he says, eyes sliding shut before you cover them with your hands.

One of Ino’s hands rests in the middle of your back, the other on your arm. His radiating warmth sinks into your skin, chasing away the chill of your lingering fever.

“You let me know if you need a break, okay?”

There’s some shuffling behind you as Ino leans forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His voice low, a familiar timbre reserved only for you, you can hear the smirk when he reminds you, “No peeking.”

Ino leads you to your bedroom door, separating from you for a brief moment to hold it open for you. You’re guided down the short hallway from your room to the living room where a delicious, savory scent awaits you accompanied by a subtle rush of warm air and soft music.

“Okay,” Ino breathes, pulling away from you. You can hear his feet shuffling around the room, the clink of metal, and the rustling of…tissue paper? Ino mutters something again, taking a deep, uncharacteristically nervous, breath.

“Open your eyes.”

It’s not often you’re left speechless, but the sight of your living room takes your breath away. The lights are off, replaced by the glowing amber of the electric candles set up around the room. Music plays from Ino’s phone, something delicate and classical at a volume low enough to hear, but not too loud to worsen your headache. Your coffee table is decorated with tiny candles and flowers, plates and silverware set up like a romantic dinner with soup from your favorite restaurant and wine glasses filled with ginger ale.

And at the center of it all stands Ino, holding a gift bag and bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Happy birthday.”

“You planned all this?” you ask, nearly breathless.

“There was some last-minute improvising, but it’s most of what I planned.” Ino ducks his head, bashful as he attempts to avoid your eyes.

“It’s perfect.”

He perks up as you make your way towards him.

“Rea—”

You interrupt him, hands on his cheeks as you pull him in to meet your lips. You don’t pull away, instead peppering thankful kisses from his mouth to each cheek.

“What happened to me getting sick?” Ino laughs, trying to chase your lips and meet you kiss for kiss.

You take a step back, hand pressed to your chest in mock offense. “So you don’t want me to kiss you?”

Ino sets the gift bag down, moving to wrap an arm around your waist with surprising speed. It’s his turn to smother you in affection as he switches between kisses and nuzzling against your cheek. His nose tickles against your face, giggles spilling out of you.

"I didn't say that."

It’s a sweet moment, one you’ll surely treasure for the rest of your life until the laughter catches up with you and the giggles turn to coughing.

Ino guides you to get comfortable at the coffee table, setting your flowers down on the sofa behind you before he settles in next to you.

Dinner is peaceful, content. Ino lets you lean against him, one arm wrapped around your shoulders, as you slowly get through your soup, telling you stories about his friends, his job, anything that he knows will make you smile. He admits to annoying his mentor, Nanami, with his unreserved excitement for your birthday, and kisses away the niggling guilt that crosses your face.

“We have plenty of time. We can do it all another day,” he says easily.

“Good,” you huff, tucking yourself against his side as he takes a sip from his glass. “I want to wear the outfit you got me.”

Ino sputters and chokes, turning away from you to cough into the crook of his elbow.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Ino waves you away, turning further and further every time you lean closer. There’s only so far he can go, and it isn’t hard to catch the blazing red of his cheeks.

Was he flustered over the dress? Why? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s bought clothes for you; he’s never been this shy about it before. The only time you can remember seeing him like this was on your fourth date when you walked by a window display that had a pale pink mannequin wearing—

Worry melts into mischief as you practically crawl your way into his lap until he’s forced to face you.

“Did you get me lingerie for my birthday?”

Ino groans, tucking his head so far into the crook of your neck you can’t tell if the heat is coming from your fever or his face.

“You said you liked it in the window.” Ino lifts his head just enough to pout at you. You lean down, setting your forehead to his with a soft, teasing smile.

“We have plenty of time.” You mimic his earlier words, watching the embarrassment ease from his mind as his eyes fall to your lips. Ino leans forward, and you don’t stop him.

“Why wait?” he asks, glancing up at you as if asking for permission. When you don’t object, he inches closer and closer and closer, not quite kissing you but nearly there.

“I really don’t want you to get sick,” you murmur against his lips.

Ino closes the gap with a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of care and affection he has for you into it. You’re sick and sweaty and gross, but the way he kisses you leaves you feeling so wanted, so precious, so loved.

He breaks away only for a second, a wide grin spread across his lips.

“Worth it.”

And when Ino gets sick four days later, you’re right there beside him with warm soup and endless kisses.

[r0ttenhearts]

in another life

thoma x childhood, best friend! reader

sypnosis; with thomas new position in the kamisato estate he strays further and further from you

warnings: angst, suggestive mentions, replaced

sweet, sweet thoma. your blonde haired protector since childhood. now he was ayaka’s “protector.” what a joke. you’d scoff at your own thoughts, holding taroumaru in your arms, his wet tongue licking your tears away as you laughed dryly.

it was cruel, really. your once shared promises on that hill you made while stargazing. he had been the one to speak up. “we’re like glue (y/n). we’ll always be together.” liar. liar. liar!

“it doesn’t matter what happens, i’ll always be by your side.”

“i’ll never leave you.” liar.

“you’ll always be the most important person to me.”

“nothing will tear us apart.”

“i promise, i’ll never love someone the way i care for you.” shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.

his voice was ringing in your ears, the same voice you used to find comfort in during your younger years. taroumaru licked at the salty tears running down your cheeks, something you hadn’t noticed.

you always suspected it, now you knew it was true.

he had strayed away from you, again.

he had picked someone over you, again.

the only times you’d ever see him now were when he needed a favor. that being to dogsit taroumaru, or help each other rid of the loneliness you both felt late at night. every time you’d come over to feel his warm hands on your body, soothing your numbing heart, you’d lie to yourself and think you were both lovers.

it wasn’t a sad secret between two childhood friends, but two people in love and showing it to each other. the lie would dissipate once the morning came with thoma rushing you out before ayaka would arrive.

climbing out a window to avoid the white haired girl he claimed as nothing more than a friend. you knew he was lying to you, hiding it from you. but you didn’t want your fantasy to disappear. not yet.

so much for protecting your delusion. here it was right in your face, his latest post. ayaka and thoma’s hands interlinked in frame, heart emojis as the caption.

a loud laugh escaped your lips as you chucked your phone to the wall without thinking. he had the nerve to ask you to watch his dog while he went out and asked ayaka out officially? what a fucking joke.

you got up, leaving a whimpering taroumaru on thoma’s bed. your now cracked phone in your hands as you hastily sent out a text. scrolling through your device you hit the red block button on all of thoma’s profiles you could find, deleting every single photo you took with him and of things you associated with him. it was time to stop. it was time to let go.

your finger hovered above the delete chat button. did you really want to delete him out of your life completely? all of the memories?

fuck yes.

the way he barely spoke to you at all, messages now limited to a few times a week. never to talk about the things in each others lives, only to watch his dog and sleep together.

with that last button being pushed that was your last door closed to his life. closed to knowing about him and being around him. not like it would have made a difference as he was already a ghost in your life now.

on his desk you left behind the evidence of what used to be what you once believed to be a lifelong friendship. the key to his apartment, a pendant that matched the same one he wore around his neck, and the love letters he had failed to write to ayaka.

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[earthtoharlow]

From the Dining Table

chapter 02

previous chapter

Maya sat at her desk in class, mindlessly scrolling through her phone as she waited for class to start when a text from her best friend popped up.

“You didn’t tell me that your mom dated JACK HARLOW?!”

She stared at the screen, confused, thinking it had to be a joke. Her mom had never mentioned anything like that. Maya quickly texted back;

“What are you talking about????”

Her friend responded immediately, sending a link along with a string of shocked emojis. Maya hesitated, her heart racing, before clicking on the link.

“Scarlett Hayes Spotted at Jack Harlow’s Concert: Former Lovers Reunite After 20 Years”

The headline was followed by pictures of her mom at the concert, and old photos of her and Jack together from years ago. Her stomach dropped.

Frantically, she started googling more. Article after article talked about her mom’s past relationship with Jack Harlow, with pictures she had never seen before — her mom smiling, holding his hand, standing close to him on red carpets.

She couldn’t believe it. The world was going crazy over this. And she had no idea it had ever happened.

Maya’s fingers tightened around her phone, her mind racing. Why didn’t her mom ever tell her about this? Why did she have to find out from the internet like everyone else?

She spent the rest of the school day thinking about what she read about her mother and her favorite artist in the world.

Since it was her week to stay with her dad, when he picked her up after school, Maya was unusually quiet, staring out the window. He glanced over a few times, sensing something was off but waiting for her to speak.

As they pulled into the driveway, she finally blurted out, “I’m really mad at Mom.”

Her dad frowned, cutting the engine. “What happened?”

She took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts, but the frustration bubbled over. “I found out that she used to date Jack Harlow?! And she never told me. I had to find out from some stupid article online!”

Her dad’s expression softened as he realized what she was talking about. He leaned back in his seat, letting out a slow breath. “Ah…”

“I mean, how could she keep that from me?” Maya continued, her voice rising. “All this time, I’ve been a fan of his, and she didn’t say a word! I had no idea, and now everyone knows! All my friends are sending me messages like I should have known!”

Her dad nodded, his face sympathetic. “I understand why you’re upset. It’s a big thing to find out like that.”

The daughter looked at him, her eyes filled with hurt. “Did you know?”

He hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, I knew. It was before you were born, before we even met. Your mom’s always been private about her past relationships.”

“But why didn’t she tell me? It feels like she’s been hiding this huge part of her life from me,” Maya said, her voice cracking.

“I can’t speak for your mom,” he said gently, “but I don’t think she was trying to keep secrets to hurt you. Maybe she just didn’t know how to bring it up, or didn’t think it was something you needed to know. But I get it, you have every right to feel upset.”

Maya looked down at her hands, still angry but also conflicted. “I just… I don’t know what to say to her.”

Her dad gave her a reassuring look. “Take some time to process it. And when you’re ready, you can talk to her. She’ll explain everything.”

She sighed, leaning back in the seat. “I don’t even know if I want to talk to her right now.”

The daughter sat in silence for a moment before she looked at her dad, her brow furrowed with uncertainty.

“One of the articles said that Jack was the reason you guys got divorced because she could never get over him. Is that true?”

Her dad shook his head gently, giving her another sad smile. “No, sweetheart, he wasn’t the reason.” He took a deep breath, trying to explain without overwhelming her. “Your mom and I… we realized we were better as friends. It wasn’t anyone else. It was just something we figured out over time, and we both wished we’d realized it sooner.”

He paused, glancing over at her, seeing the mixture of confusion and pain in her eyes. “But that doesn’t mean we didn’t care about each other. We still love each other, just in a different way now. And no matter what, our marriage brought us you. You’re the best thing that ever came out of it.”

She looked down, biting her lip. “So, you guys were never… unhappy because of him?”

Her dad shook his head again. “No, our marriage ended because we grew apart. Nothing more than that. Your mom’s past with Jack has nothing to do with what happened between us.”

Maya nodded, her emotions still a whirlwind but feeling some of the weight lift off her shoulders. “I just don’t understand why she kept it from me,” she whispered.

“I know,” her dad said softly. “But I think she’s probably been carrying this for a long time, not knowing how or when to tell you.”

Maya sighed, leaning her head against the window, still trying to make sense of everything. “I guess.”

“Maya knows.”

Scarlett sat in her publicist’s office, her heart sank, and her stomach twisted in knots as she read her ex husband’s text. She had hoped she could explain things to Maya on her own terms, but now the timing was completely out of her control.

“They’re going to release the photos any minute now,” the publicist said, looking up at her. “You being at Jack’s concert… it’s already blowing up online. We need to get ahead of the story, make a statement, or at least spin this in a way that—”

Scarlett cut her off, her voice sharp with frustration. “He’s ruining my life again. Twenty years later, and somehow, he’s still a problem. I can’t believe this.”

Her publicist sighed, trying to remain calm. “We need to act fast. The press is going to eat this up, and if we don’t address it—”

“I said I’ll handle it,” she snapped, standing up abruptly. Scarlett couldn’t believe she was in this position again, with the past she had tried so hard to bury now being dragged out for everyone to see.

Her publicist frowned. “How are you going to—”

“I’m going to fix it. Don’t worry about it,” Scarlett said firmly, already grabbing her coat and bag. “He’s still in town. I know he still has a place here in Atlanta.” Her eyes were blazing with determination as she headed for the door.

“Wait, what are you—” her publicist began, but she was already out the door, leaving her with no choice but to watch Scarlett go.

The drive to Jack’s place felt like it took hours, though it was only across the city. She hadn’t been to his home in years, but she still knew the way like the back of her hand. Pulling up in front of the familiar house, she sat in the car for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. This wasn’t how she wanted to deal with this, but she couldn’t let him destroy her peace again.

Scarlett got out of the car, her heart racing, and walked up to the front door. Without hesitation, she knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood.

For a moment, there was nothing, just silence. But then, the door opened, and there he was—Jack, looking just as surprised as she felt furious.

The door barely opened before Scarlett shoved past him, storming inside without so much as a glance in his direction. Jack staggered back, shocked by her bold entrance, but before he could say anything, she came to a halt.

Two girls were sitting on the couch, wearing barely anything. They looked up in surprise, caught off guard by the actress standing in the middle of the room with an icy glare. Scarlett crossed her arms, her expression hard as steel. “I suggest you both leave. Now.”

The girls exchanged nervous glances, knowing exactly who she was and not daring to argue. Without a word, they gathered their things and hurried out of the house, leaving an awkward silence in their wake.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Jack turned to her, his frustration clear. “You can’t just walk into my house and kick my guests out like that!”

Scarlett whipped around to face him, her eyes blazing. “Well, I just did,” she snapped, stepping closer. “And I’m not here to deal with whatever… situation that was.”

Jack shook his head, still trying to process what had just happened. “What the hell do you want, anyway?”

“Have you seen the news?” she asked, her voice sharp. “Or are you too busy with your little party to notice how your concert has blown up every tabloid?”

He looked confused for a moment before realization dawned. “What are you talking about?”

She threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re ruining my life again! Just like you did twenty years ago! I can’t believe I let my daughter talk me into going to your stupid concert, and now the whole world knows! The headlines are everywhere, and I’m not dealing with another scandal because of you.”

Jack stared at her, his expression shifting from confusion to irritation. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m very serious,” Scarlett said, her voice trembling with anger. “I’ve worked my whole life to put that mess behind me, and now, because of one stupid concert, everyone’s dredging up the past. I don’t owe you anything, but I’m telling you—this is the last time you mess with my life.”

He stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “You think I did this on purpose? You were the one who came to my concert, and now you want to blame me?”

She scoffed. “I didn’t come for you. I came for my daughter, who’s obsessed with you, by the way, and now she knows that we used to be together. And I have to deal with the fallout!”

Jack crossed his arms, his jaw clenched. “That’s not on me.”

“Oh, really?” Scarlett shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because it sure feels like you’ve been a problem in my life since the day we met.”

Jack clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm, but Scarlett’s words stung. He could feel the familiar tightness in his chest, the kind he hadn’t felt since they’d broken up all those years ago. But he wasn’t going to let her get to him this time.

“It’s not my fault you tried to cover up something that can be easily looked up,” Jack shot back, his voice low but steady. “You’re mad at me for what? For living my life? You knew this would come out eventually. Maybe you should’ve been honest with Maya in the first place.”

Scarlett’s face flushed with anger, and she took a step toward him, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “Honest?” she spat. “You don’t get to lecture me about honesty, Jack. Not when you left me with no explanation, no reason—nothing. And now you’re going to tell me how I should live my life?”

Jack didn’t flinch, though her words cut deep. “You wanted to move on, and you did. So did I. But that’s not on me if your daughter didn’t know. If she was gonna find out, it was always gonna happen.”

“You think I don’t know that?” she shot back, her voice rising with each word. “But now she’s hurt and confused, and the whole world is watching, making assumptions! I don’t need this in my life. I don’t need you in my life.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you here?”

“Because you need to fix this,” Scarlett demanded, her voice sharp. “I don’t care how, but you need to figure out a way to make this go away. I’ve got enough to deal with, and I’m not going to let you screw everything up again.”

Jack scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “You think I can just make the headlines disappear? That’s not how this works. You walked into my concert—you knew what that could mean.”

“I didn’t expect the world to lose its mind over it!” she shot back. “Fix it, Jack. Or at least stay out of my way while I do.” She stared at him, her chest rising and falling with frustration, before turning toward the door. “I’m not going to let you ruin my life again.”

Jack watched her leave, feeling the weight of her words hang in the air. As the door slammed behind her, he stood there, feeling the sting of the past and the mess they were both tangled in once again.

Scarlett got back into the car, slamming the door harder than she meant to. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as she tried to steady her breath, but the frustration and anger boiling inside her were too much to contain. The words they had exchanged echoed in her mind, hitting her harder now that she was alone.

She inhaled sharply, willing herself to calm down, but instead, a sob broke through her clenched jaw. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes stinging with the tears she was desperately trying to hold back. Her whole body trembled with the mix of rage and sadness, and she leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes tightly as if that could stop the flood of emotions.

Why does he still get to me like this? Scarlett thought, her chest heaving. The weight of everything felt suffocating—the media storm, Maya finding out the truth, and Jack standing there, as if he hadn’t left her broken all those years ago. She felt the tears spill over, and for a moment, she was thankful for the tinted windows, knowing he couldn’t see her like this.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally wiped her eyes, taking deep breaths as she tried to pull herself together. She stared out the windshield, her face still damp, and forced herself to focus on what mattered now. Maya. She needed to explain things, to make things right with her.

With shaky hands, she started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, not glancing back at Jack’s house. As she drove, she tried to gather her thoughts, mentally preparing herself for the conversation with her daughter. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was time. She owed Maya the truth.

Before long, she found herself pulling up to her ex-husband’s house. Her stomach knotted with anxiety as she parked the car and sat there for a moment, trying to prepare herself for what was to come. After a deep breath, she got out, determined to fix things with Maya, no matter how painful the conversation would be.

She stood at Robert’s door, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with the strap of her purse as she rang the doorbell. She hadn’t even realized she’d forgotten her key in her rush to get there. Her heart pounded as she waited for him to answer, her mind racing with thoughts of Maya and how she was feeling.

A few seconds later, the door swung open, and Robert stood there with a knowing look in his eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, just gestured for her to come inside. She stepped in, glancing around the house she used to share with him, memories flashing before her. But now wasn’t the time for nostalgia.

“Where’s Maya? How is she?” she asked, her voice tight with worry.

Robert looked at her, his expression serious, and said, “Last I saw, she was burning all your pictures together.”

Her eyes widened in shock, and before she could say anything, he cracked a smile. “Relax, I’m kidding.”

She smacked him on the arm, exasperated. “That’s not funny, Robert!”

He laughed softly, but there was warmth in his eyes. “Maybe not, but it got you to lighten up a bit. I can tell you’ve been crying.”

Scarlett paused, realizing her eyes were probably still red and puffy from her meltdown in the car. She tried to brush it off, but Robert had always been good at reading her, even after all these years.

“I’m just—” she started, but her voice cracked, and she stopped herself, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know what to say to her. I never wanted her to find out like this.”

Robert’s teasing tone softened. “I know. But it’s Maya. She’s upset, yeah, but she’s also smart and she loves you. You’ll figure it out.”

She nodded, taking some comfort in his words but still feeling the weight of what was to come. “Where is she?”

“In her room,” Robert said. “She asked to be alone for a bit, but I’m sure she’ll talk to you when you’re ready.”

With that, she headed toward the stairs, mentally preparing herself for the conversation that had been a long time coming.

Robert watched her with a concerned look as she started toward the stairs. Before she could take the first step, he gently called after her, “Do you want me to be there when you talk to her?”

She paused, turning to face him. Part of her wanted to say yes, to have someone there with her for support, but deep down, she knew this was something she had to do alone. This was her past, her truth, and her responsibility to explain to their daughter.

She shook her head. “No. I need to do this on my own.”

Robert gave her a soft, understanding nod, stepping back to let her go. “Alright, but I’m here if you need me.”

Taking a deep breath, she made her way upstairs to Maya’s room, her heart pounding with every step. Once she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment, listening for any sounds from inside. Hearing nothing, she gently knocked.

“Maya?” she called softly. “Can I come in?”

Silence.

Scarlett waited for a few seconds, hoping for some kind of response, but there was none. Deciding not to push too hard, she slowly turned the handle and stepped inside. Her eyes landed on Maya, who was lying face down on the bed, her body unmoving, clearly in her own world.

Seeing her daughter like that, her heart broke even more. She carefully approached the bed, sitting down on the edge, unsure of how to start.

“Maya,” she said softly, her voice full of love and concern. “Can we talk?”

Still, Maya didn’t move, she didn’t know if Maya was ignoring her on purpose or just too upset to respond. Either way, she knew this conversation wasn’t going to be easy, but it had to happen.

She hesitated for a moment, watching her daughter’s still form, before deciding to lie down next to her. Maya didn’t flinch or acknowledge her presence, but that was okay. She wasn’t expecting a response just yet. The important thing was that she was there, and she needed to say what had been held back for so long.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady, “you don’t have to say anything. I’ll do the talking.”

She stared up at the ceiling, gathering her thoughts before continuing. “I didn’t tell you about Jack because… well, there are a lot of reasons, I guess. At first, it was because I wanted to protect you. You were so young, and your dad and I had our own relationship by then. I didn’t want you growing up thinking things were more complicated than they needed to be.”

Her voice wavered slightly, but she kept going. “And then as the years passed, I thought it didn’t matter anymore. Jack was a part of my past—something I had locked away. You see, we were together a long time ago, and what we had… it was intense. When he broke things off, it hurt me in ways I wasn’t ready to talk about. I thought that by not telling you, I could pretend that part of my life didn’t exist. I thought it would be easier if I never had to relive it. But now, looking at everything, I realize that keeping it from you only made things worse.”

Scarlett swallowed, feeling the weight of her own words. “I didn’t want you to find out like this, Maya. I should’ve told you sooner, and for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hide anything from you, but I guess I was still hiding from myself.”

Her eyes drifted over to Maya, who still hadn’t moved, but she could see the slight rise and fall of her shoulders, hear the quietness of her breathing. Maybe she was listening.

“Jack wasn’t the reason your dad and I split up,” she continued, wanting to make that clear. “Your dad and I—we loved each other, and we always will because we have you. But we realized that we were better as friends. It had nothing to do with Jack or my past with him. It was just… life.”

She let out a soft sigh, her emotions starting to overwhelm her. “I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be. I just hope you understand that I never meant to hurt you, Maya. I love you more than anything, and I hope we can talk about this—really talk about it—when you’re ready.”

Maya shifted slightly before turning over onto her back, her eyes meeting her mom’s for the first time since the conversation started.

“Why did he break off the engagement?” Maya asked, her voice quiet but direct. “And… do you still love him?”

Scarlett felt her heart tighten at the question. She had expected something like this, but it still hit her harder than she thought it would. She blinked, taking a deep breath before responding.

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “I might never find out why he ended things, Maya. He didn’t give me a reason, and I’ve spent a long time trying to figure it out. Sometimes I still wonder, but… he just walked away without an explanation. And that was hard.”

Maya’s gaze didn’t waver, and it was clear that she wasn’t going to let the conversation drop there.

“And the other question?” Maya pressed, her eyes softening as if she was almost afraid to hear the answer. “Do you still love him?”

Scarlett hesitated, the weight of the question hanging between them. She wanted to be honest with her daughter, but the truth was complicated. It always had been.

“It’s… complicated,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I can even answer that right now. What I felt for Jack back then—it was real. It was strong. And losing him… it hurt me more than I can explain. But love? I don’t know. After all this time, I’ve tried to move on, but part of me will always wonder. Part of me will always remember the good moments we had. But it’s not the same as it was. People change. I’ve changed.”

Maya searched her mother’s face, trying to read the emotion behind the words. There was so much she didn’t know, so much she couldn’t understand yet.

“So… you don’t hate him?” Maya asked quietly.

Scarlett closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them with a sigh. “I don’t know if I could ever hate him. But that doesn’t mean I still love him the way I used to. It’s just… complicated.”

Maya shifted closer, wrapping her arms around her mother in a tight hug. “I’m sorry you went through that,” she whispered softly. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t listen to his music anymore.”

Scarlett chuckled despite herself, hugging Maya back with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a while. “Oh, sweetie,” she said, pulling back just enough to look at her. “I’m not going to stop you from listening to his music. As much as I hate to admit it, his music is pretty good.”

Maya smiled, the tension in the room easing with a bit of humor. “Really?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Scarlett replied with a playful roll of her eyes. “I might not be able to stand the man, but his talent? That’s something else entirely.”

They both laughed, the heaviness between them starting to lift.

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[azullumi]

“boyfriend messages” ; diluc & kaveh

info — random conversations between you two that are part of your daily life; alternatively, how does he communicate through text messages?

characters — diluc and kaveh (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — fluff, established relationship, modern au ; headcanons

words — 920

note — need me a gossip buddy who’ll film fights for me, also, ignore the timestamps and status bar !! i still have another fic coming up but i need to be focused while writing it (^^)/

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he’s often the first one to greet you in the morning, the first one to give you a call before you start your day, always the one to accompany you.

calls. call. calls. if it’s not so obvious already, this man prefers calling more than texting—prefers hearing your voice than reading words on a digital screen and having to imagine what you would sound like saying them. he always make sure that he calls you at least once each day, even if one of you has to hang up after a few minutes or if you two would only do their own thing and not talk to each other that much. in line of that, falling asleep during the call is something that isn’t uncommon between you and him.

aside from other close friends and acquaintances, you’re the only one in his contacts and the only one he always talk to—his call history is just you accompanied with a few others and your name is always on top of his messages. he has your profile saved with a sweet endearment as its name and a photo that he took of you, in which its existence you don’t know of.

a random thing about him is that he doesn’t use emojis at all, and prefers not using them. it’s not like he doesn’t understand the use of it, it’s just that he chooses not to. on that note, he doesn’t go ‘AHAHAHAHA’ in text whenever he finds something funny—he doesn’t go for the lowercase one either—he simply just tells you: “that’s funny.”

he’s not afraid to tell you that he misses you, that he wants to see you, and just one word from you, one message, a single statement, he’ll be right there at your doorstep to satisfy his yearning and yours also. even if he’s from the other side of the world, he’ll make his way to you as long as you also feel the same.

one thing that he often does for you is drop off gifts for you or have it delivered to your name without your knowledge and thus, he always end up surprising you—sending him a message as soon as you receive it with a bunch of question marks or anything. his gifts are often random, a variety, it could be food, could be books, jewelry, something that has been in your wishlist or cart for so long but couldn’t get, and many more. his reason? he just wants to. it’s not an exaggeration to say that your home isn’t filled with items that you got from him.

have i mentioned that he just loves showing off his affection to you in many ways that he can? he just loves you, that’s all the reason needed for everything.

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gossip buddy and lover boy. gossip is always found in your message history with him, it’s that one topic that has you two talking for hours, often diverting to another one before going back to it at just a mention of a word—“speaking of apples, did you know ‘toilet’ got into trouble because he threw one at the window? also, i heard that he cheated on his girlfriend.”

the most ridiculous code names are being used as a substitute for someone’s name and if someone were to ever hear you or see the chats, they would end up being confused on why are you talking about a water bottle and a shower head having a fight in a bar.

he is exceptionally good at expressing himself through texting despite the many struggles of others when doing so—he uses emojis, gifs, emoticons, images, and everything, it’s not shocking that he uses some combinations even and it’s not also surprising that you’ll get used to his texting language and even adapt to it. although, he often shortens his words whenever he’s in a rush: ‘sry hve 2 go, ppl r clling m’ is translated to, ‘sorry i have to go, people are calling me’ and there’s a mwa (a kiss in the form of words) at the end.

the type to greet you as soon as the clock strikes twelve when it’s your birthday, the type to send the randomest message at the most random time on the morning, and the type that will tell you in advance if he wouldn’t be able to message you for some time as he’s occupied with some things—mainly, his plates—which gets you worried because when he’s at that state, he will most likely forget to take care of himself.

that leads you to having to check up on him from time to time, asking if he had eaten anything and telling him to take a break. he appreciates it really, despite the scoldings he gets from you when you learn of the fact that he had neglected himself, it shows that you care.

he sends photos of himself, a selfie or a mirror photo showing off his outfit before he goes out. he hasn’t said it but he loves it whenever you rain him with compliments, it has him grinning like an idiot on his phone (mans kicks his feet and rolls around the bed).

he just loves talking to you, whether it’s through the mere act of messaging and calling each other or doing it in real-time, gossiping and discussing about rumors that would entertain you both for boths or simply just him admiring you with his eyes as he listened to you blabber about the most randomest things.

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[gunilslaugh]

Just Joking? Jiseok Ending

Kwak Jiseok

Summary: It’s been days since the hangout, but Jiseok sees that you’re still acting off. It greatly concerns him. (non-idol au)

WC:~2.2k

Warning:none

Read first part here

photo not mine credits to owner.

Jiseok texted you the day after the hangout to see how you were doing, but you didn’t respond to him. He didn’t pay much mind to it, figuring that you were probably still not feeling well and would get back to him when you were feeling better. 

It was two days later when Jiseok finally heard back from you. He didn’t realize how worried about you he really was until he felt a wave of relief wash over him when he saw your text message appear on his phone. “I’m ok” your message read. Jiseok felt like something was off. Your text was normal, but that’s what made it weird. Usually the text exchanged between Jiseok and you were more animated. Pertaining emojis, typed out faces, caps lock (with and without reason), too many exclamation marks and so on. Your most recent text seems so dull, sad even when compared to the other text before it. It gave Jiseok no reassurance that you were actually doing ok. In fact it made him believe the opposite. You must still be unwell. 

Jiseok sends you a text asking if he could come over, saying that he would bring you your favorite snacks. 

Back in your bedroom you sat crisscross on your bed, looking at Jiseok’s text. A slight smile tugged at your lips as more of his text popped up one by one. “You know you want me too!!!” “You disappeared and made me miss you 😔” “ I’m coming whether you want me to or not ❗”

Your fingers started tapping on your phone’s keyboard. “Hurry up! I want my snacks!!” You sent. 

A bright smile appeared on Jiseok’s face when he received your text. It was much more like you and actually gave Jiseok some reassurance that you were ok. Jiseok went to his cabinets and grabbed some of your favorite snacks that he keeps on hand. If ever asked about why he keeps your favorite snacks in his cabinets he states that your favorite snacks are also his favorite snacks, so there is nothing weird about them being in his cabinets. They may hold true to most of the snacks, but there is this one snack that Jiseok doesn’t particularly care for, however he knows that you like it. So yes he grabs it occasionally when he sees it and keeps it for whenever you come over or he brings snacks to you. 

Jiseok indeed did hurry over to your place cause a mere ten minutes after you told him to hurry over he was at your apartment. The light rapid knocking on your door altered you to his arrival. You made your way to your front door and opened it, revealing a happy Jiseok, holding up the promised snacks. You smiled at him and stepped aside allowing him in. Jiseok took a big step into your apartment. He’s quick to make himself comfortable as he splays the snacks out across the coffee table you have sitting in the middle of your living room. You followed behind him, taking a seat on the floor right in front of the table. 

“You must have been pretty sick? You disappeared for days,” Jiseok states. You felt slightly awkward. Not really knowing what to say. 

“Uhh yeah,” you chuckled. Jiseok immediately picked up on your shift in behavior. 

“Why are you acting off again?” His lips pouted. “Did something serious happen?” Jiseok’s eyes filled with concern. His eyes scanned over your face to try and read how you were feeling.

“Nothing exactly happened. I just…nevermind,” you dismissed, leaning forward to grab some snacks.

“No, tell me. I don’t like seeing you like this,” Jiseok says. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it. Jiseok feels a bit frustrated that you won’t talk to him, but he’s not going to force you to talk when you don’t want to. “Ok, but you can always talk to me. You know that right?” he checks. 

“I know, thank you,” you tell him. You and Jiseok tended to have a bit more of a playful type of friendship, but when things got serious you were always there for eachother too. 

“The aquarium’s new exhibit opens up on Saturday,” Jiseok changed the topic. 

“It does? I forgot all about that,” you say. With your whole crisis about realizing that you had romantic feelings for Jooyeon you had completely forgotten about the new exhibit. 

“Yeah it does. Do you still want to go together?” Jiseok asks. 

“Of course I still want to go.” You playfully nudged Jiseok with your elbow. 

“Ok, it’s a date. I’ll pick you up and we can go together,” Jiseok tells you. It’s a date, these have been harmlessly thrown about between the two of you. However you find that hearing them this time feels a little different. It reminds you of all the times you said those words to Jooyeon or vice versa. Jiseok’s cool hand pressing against your forehead snaps you from your thoughts. “Seriously, what is wrong with you? You’re spacing like you did at the hangout.” He looks over you trying to find any hint of illness. You remove his hand from your forehead. 

“I’m fine, Jiseok. I’ve just been feeling tired lately.” 

“Then stop feeling tired, you're worrying me.” Jiseok took a hold of your shoulders and shook you lightly. His actions make you laugh. 

“Stop worrying. I’m ok really,” you grabbed onto his elbows, making him stop shaking you. 

“I’ll stop worrying when you tell me what’s wrong or start acting like your normal self,” Jiseok states. 

“Who knew you’d be so caring?” you remarked sarcastically. 

“I care about you the most.” Jiseok pulls you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, but then it slides around your neck, putting you in a loose headlock. “Sneak attack!” he shouts and begins to attack your side with tickles using his free hand. 

“Ah! Stop! Stop! Stop!” you heaved out between laughs. You repeatedly tried to smack his hand away. Jiseok’s hand stops attacking your sides. He feels a bit reluctant to let you go though. You’re the one who ends up pulling away. Jiseok stayed over at your place a little while longer before leaving. You find that you felt better after your visit with Jiseok and you looked forward to going to the aquarium with him on Saturday. 

Saturday rolled around and you excitedly got ready. It felt refreshing. It was probably the first time in a week that you felt good. You weren’t thinking about what you were supposed to do with your feelings for Jooyeon. Instead you were looking forward to Jiseok’s arrival and spending the next while at the aquarium. You were double checking your outfit in the mirror when you heard the familiar knock on your door. You left your bedroom and headed to your front door. 

“You look nice,” Jiseok complimented you. 

“Thanks, you too,” you returned. 

“Shall we?” He playfully bent his elbow for you to link yours with. 

“We shall,” you just as playfully linked your elbow with his. The two of you walked out of your apartment, keeping your elbows linked. 

When you arrived at the aquarium your elbows were still linked together. Honestly, you don’t know how they haven’t separated yet, but you somehow found a sense of comfort in them being linked. You liked knowing that Jiseok was right by your side. Jiseok liked having you right by his side. He looks at you beside him, rather than the fish swimming about behind the thick glass.​​ The way the light streaming out of the glass lit up your features in the dimly lit room. 

“Jiseok look! They’ve gotten more sea turtles since the last time we were here,” you pointed out excitedly. Jiseok feels his heart skip a beat. He doesn’t look at the sea turtles, only you. You looked so happy. Jiseok wanted to keep making you happy. He knew something was bothering you lately. As much as he wishes he knew what it was he wishes more that he could keep you happy like this. You pulled Jiseok along with you into the next room. A more well lit room and as Jiseok keeps staring at you he realizes, he’s seeing you in a new light. He said that this was a date as a joke, but now it’s not a joke. He really wants this to be a date with you.

“Jiseok,” you called him, finally noticing his staring. 

“Yeah?” he broke out of his fixated gaze. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you questioned. 

“I want this to be an actual date,” he admitted. You take a step back in shock. Resulting in your elbows finally unlinking

“What?” you say. 

“I called this a date as a joke, but I want this real one,” he stated. 

“Jiseok, don’t joke around like this. I really don’t like joking about dates or whatnot right now,” you said. 

“I’m not joking y/n,” he firmly tells you. He is also intrigued by your last sentence. You used to joke about going on dates with Jooyeon all the time, so don’t you like jokes about going on dates now?

“So what? You just realized that you like me all of the sudden?”

“Yes, I just realized that I like you,” he says confidently with a nod of his head. 

“How can you say it so easily? I realized that I liked Jooyeon and have been having a crisis over it for like a week now.” You let your feelings for Jooyeon slip. 

“That’s what got you acting off?” he questioned, not really paying attention to the fact that he told you he liked you and you told him that you liked someone else. 

“I- I… just feel really stupid about it,” you revealed. “Like I liked him the entire time. I was never just joking. How could I not know how I felt?” 

“I just realized that I liked you. It doesn’t make me stupid and it doesn’t make you stupid either. Feelings are weird like that. I guess the main thing would be, are you going to tell Jooyeon how you feel or not?” Jiseok put to question. You didn’t like his question. 

“I don’t know,” you told him honestly. 

“Do you want to?” he rephrased the question. 

“I’d feel weird doing it now when he’s with her,” you tell him. 

“Then don’t tell him right now, or ever,” Jiseok laughed lightly, causing you to give him a weird look. 

“I just told you that I like you. I don’t necessarily want you confessing to someone else,” he explained. It didn’t even really set in until Jiseok said that he confessed to you. You had to take a moment to think about how that made you feel. You never thought about Jiseok like that before. Granted you didn’t think you thought that way about Jooyeon either, not until previously. 

“You like me,” you said as if you were testing it out. Jiseok laughs. 

“Yes, I thought we established that already,” he joked. 

“Why?” you questioned. Again Jiseok laughs. 

“I’m not sure. I just know that I want the one who makes you happy and be someone who you can rely on,” he tells you sincerely. You find that you don’t mind looking at Jiseok in a different light. 

“You already make me happy,” you tell him, taking a step closer.

“Then can this really be a date?” Jiseok questioned with hopeful eyes. He reaches his hand out. 

“My feelings for Jooyeon are still a mess right now, so I think I still need some time, but going on a date later with you sounds nice too.” You take his hand. 

“I wait then.” He squeezed your hand reassuringly. 

Jiseok and you were heading back to your apartment. You didn’t see that a piece of pavement was slightly raised causing you to trip on it. You let out a small yelp and held onto Jiseok’s arm to balance yourself. 

“See you’re falling for me already,” Jiseok remarked as made sure you were ok. His joke makes you laugh, lightly hitting his arm. Jiseok then relinks your arms together “to make sure you don’t fall again”. In reality he just likes the feeling of you right next to him, but you don’t say anything because you like the feeling of being next to him too. 

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“Wait a minute. When did this happen?” Gunil gestures to you and Jiseok all cuddled up on the couch. 

“A couple months back when y/n and I went to the aquarium I realized I liked them, so I told them,” Jiseok told. 

“And you just realized you liked him back?” Gunil said. 

“No, I made him wait a while then I agreed to date him,” you said. Your words didn’t make Gunil feel any less confused. 

“We’re in love. You don’t need to understand. Let us be.” Jiseok shoed Gunil off. You can hear Gunil muttering to the others about how the heck did you and Jiseok end up together. It didn’t really matter how you two ended up together. What mattered was that you and Jiseok couldn’t be happier and never want to be with anyone else. 

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Always Here

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: YN promises to support Louis.

After the band's last performance together in December on The X Factor, YN struggled a lot. After five busy years of non-stop travelling, singing, writing and recording and having their lives planned out, YN felt lost, she didn't know who she was or what she wanted to do.

In the first month of the hiatus, Louis announced the birth of his son, Freddie. He had sent YN a text to share the news, along with a photo of the little baby. She remembers staring at the message, part of her was thrilled that Louis was now a father, and clearly taking to fatherhood amazingly. But the other half of her felt a pang in her chest, missing what they once had and thinking back to the times where they had discussed having children of their own and even thought about names they liked. But like always, YN was always sweet and kind and typed out a message.

Congratulations Lou! Freddie is adorable. I hope Mum and baby are doing well 💙

She had even sent a message to his Mum and sisters congratulating them on becoming a grandmother and aunties. She sent a parcel to Louis and Briana that included baby stuff for their new arrival.

Wanting to escape reality and try and find normality, whatever that was, YN and her family went on holiday to a quiet area in Cyprus, where they enjoyed some much-needed family time, exploring new places. Soaking up the sun, sea and sand. Enjoying being YN, a daughter and a sister, and not YN LN from the biggest band.

Once YN had returned to her home in London, after her holiday, she reached for her guitar. She loved writing songs in the band but they were always changed to be from a male perspective, but now she was free to write from the heart. As she began to strum on the strings, words came following after, almost like she felt she was free to sing her feelings without worrying about the boys or management not approving.

You want someone you can show off Whenever you go out She'll wear a tight mini black dress With all her friends around And then you'll probably spend the night at Her nice big house And by then, I'll just be someone You've forgotten about, oh

If you say she's nothing to worry about Then why'd you close your eyes when you said it out loud?

Stupid boy makin' me so sad Didn't think you could change this fast She's got everything that I don't have How could I ever compete with that? I know you'll go and change your mind One day wake up and be bored with mine She's got everything that I don't have And she's all I wanna be All I wanna be so bad So bad She's got everything that I don't have And she's all I wanna be All I wanna be

Once YN had written one song, she couldn't stop, it was like everything she had built up inside her for the last five years was ready to be released. She didn't necessarily know if she wanted to do anything with the songs, but singing them out loud felt good, almost like a release of new life.

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YN was absolutely devastated when she heard the news of Jay, Louis's Mum. Her heart crumbled, she was heartbroken for Louis and his family. Jay had been a big part of YN and Louis's relationship, and she had grown close to her in that time. She was a caring, kind and beautiful woman inside and out. That evening, YN lit a candle in her living room as she sat and reflected. It hit her that night how short life was and how quickly someone can be gone from your life. She made a promise to herself and Jay that night as she looked up "I promise, I'm going to look after him". YN wanted to let Louis know she was thinking of him, and she typed out message after message and deleted them straight after because they just weren't right. She thought of something she and Louis would do when they were together to let the other know they were thinking of them. So she sent him a song, that reminded her of him with a row of heart emoji's.

YN was shocked at the message that stared back at her from Louis after she had sent him the song 'I miss sending you songs, thank you for remembering it means a lot to me. I love you YN ❤️'

Louis was performing his new single on The X Factor with Steve Aoki, and YN along with the other boys had planned to show their support and attend the show. YN would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous, she hadn't seen Louis for a year and these circumstances made her nerves worse.

Harry arranged to pick YN up from her home so they could travel to the venue together. She was so grateful to Harry, despite him being the youngest of the group, he watched over her like an older brother and she loved him for it. He always knew when she was anxious or worried about something, and would be there to ease the pressure and talk her through it.

As the four entered the backstage room where Louis and his team were currently waiting. YN felt two arms wrap around her and she pulled Lottie's frame closer to her "Hey..it's okay..I'm here" she spoke into the younger girl's ear. That was another thing, YN was like an older sister to Louis' sisters, especially Lottie who joined them for their last tour, so when they split she hardly saw the younger Tomlinsons.

"I've missed you so much" Lottie admitted as she still clung onto YN, looking for comfort.

Over Lottie's shoulder, she could see Liam, Niall and Harry hugging Louis and him thanking them for coming. But as Louis glanced over and spotted YN comforting his sister, his eye glossed over a second. As Lottie released YN, she was pulled into a hug by the other boys.

Louis took the opportunity to wrap his arms around YN's shoulders as she wrapped hers around his waist "Thank you so much for comin' darlin'"

YN looked up into Louis' eyes "I'm here for you always"

Louis swallowed his tears and nodded his head "I need you now more than ever" he admitted.

"And I'm going to be there..I promise"

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YN had stuck to her promise, in every message or call she received from Louis, she was there, day or night. She had spent hours holding him in her arms and she held him close and tight as the tears and sobs left him. It was the most heartbreaking scene she had witnessed. She wanted to take his pain away, but how could she? So she did everything she could, she listened when he talked, she held him while he cried and everything in between.

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Sunday X Marvin

It’s been almost twelve hours without a text from Marvin. Usually, he’d respond within minutes of a message. A little emoji or acknowledgment that he was alive. But nothing. No response from the good morning text he sent when he woke up. Usually, Marvin was the one who woke up early and Sunday would wake up to a cute morning image of Higgins or a bedheaded, shirtless Marvin, but no message today. 

“You good, Kit-Kat?” Sunday types hitting send before his anxieties get the better of him. Marv was probably just too engrossed in a book to even acknowledge their phone. It’s happened before on a handful of occasions, but they always replied within a few hours with an apology or an excuse or something. 

But Sunday can’t stop this gut feeling that something was wrong. That something was wrong. He’s been getting that feeling a lot lately. Especially since the twins rose to power in the magic circle. This twisting feeling in his soul, in his magic. But this was so specific to Marvin like a magnetic force pulling him towards his friend.    

And it’s not like Marvin was going to ask for help if he needed it. Marvin has always been far too prideful for that. Raised by absent parents and a semi-sane mentor who could never be understood by anyone but Marvin, he was always destined to be an aloof person. It probably didn’t help that they were bullied for several years before Sunday came into the picture. 

Sunday was also an outsider always working twice as hard to keep up with the advanced classes he was put in. Magic always seemed to come so easy for everyone else. He’s lucky that he made the cut for the Magic Circle. It would have been so easy to cast him aside and label him a dud, but he was given a single chance. Same with Marvin.

It took a lot of time for Marvin to open up. Lots of shared candy bars, healing magic, repairing uniforms with his more practical sewing skills before Marvin even told Sunday his name. But over time Sunday could feel Marvin slowly opening up. Ivy creeping up his ivory walls until it flooded his heart. 

Now they’re 28 and living life, Marvin had a bookstore that never seemed to be open and Sunday worked for the Magic Circle, always one of the first people to be in the loop. And as much as it annoyed the higher-ups, Marvin was always the first one to know what was going on. It was a good thing the two of them had going on. 

Late-night phone calls that only ended when one of them fell asleep, cute photos, and inside jokes. Nicknames and practice kisses. And yeah their heart always skipped a beat or two or just flat-out stop when Marvin would lay their head in their lap, or hold his hand. But it was fine. Marvin was always skipping from person to person, never sticking with one partner for more than six months. Bar hookups, tinder profile pictures, bumble notifications, that always broke his heart just a little bit. But what was he going to do? Marvin was having fun and Sunday didn’t want to ruin their fun. 

Maybe that’s where Marvin was, on a date or he slept over at a guy’s house and forgot a charger. But still, that didn't feel right.

Sunday looks back down at their phone. No notification. Okay, time for a wellness check. 

“I’m coming over if you don’t text me in the next three seconds.”

“3”

“2”

“1”

“On my way. I’ll bring sushi as a peace offering.” 

Sunday grabs their favorite green cloak throwing it over their shoulder and goes out into London’s warm Summer night. 

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Sunday knocks on the door, okay more like pounds, trying to get Marvin’s attention. He wedges his cell phone between his ear and shoulder and listens to the ring over and over again before getting the standard “leave a message”.

“Vin, Kit-Kat, it’s me. Open up. I bring gifts and if you don’t open up I’m gonna portal up to your apartment. So do us both a favor and let me in!” He kicks the door a few more times to send a message before hanging up and shoving his phone into his pocket. Sunday looks up at the flat, the lights are on which is a good sign at the very least. He sighs yanking his bear charm free from his neck letting his mask form on his face. Magic wasn’t exactly allowed in public without a permit but he’s technically on Marvin’s property. He won’t get nicked for that. Hopefully.  The portal revealing Marvin’s room appears and he steps through closing the portal behind him. 

Higgin’s little merp and rub against his thighs settle some of his nerves but the main problem still remains. His mask swirls back into the necklace on his chest and the golden magic fades from his fingertips as his he pets Marvin’s little familiar. 

“Hey, Higgy. Where’s Marvin? You gonna lead me to him?” 

Higgins jumps up on the bed ignoring Sunday’s request. Typical little cat. Sunday pushes the door open wandering out into Marvin’s kitchen and living room. Notes, pictures, and drawings line the walls looking like the workings of a madman. And in the middle of it all Marvin, still in his pajamas, pacing around the room.

“Uh, Marv? You there mate?” Sunday asks, but Marvin keeps pacing and muttering to himself. Sunday sets the dinner down on the countertop and walks over the scattered pages of Marvin’s writing. Slowly, carefully with each step Sunday moves forward trying not to mess up any of Marvin’s work. Their hand finally finds their way to Marvin’s shoulder and in an instant, Marvin’s mask is on and lighting in his hands. 

“Woah! Hey! Hey! Marvin! It’s me! It’s me.” Sunday says throwing their hands up.

“Sunday. Sunday…Sunny.” Marvin says, almost as if he’s in a trance. 

“Yeah, Kit-Kat. It’s me. It’s Sunny.”

“What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I used a portal and you weren’t answering your phone. I got worried.”

The fogginess in Marvin’s eyes clear and they flash into so many emotions going from fear to sadness to anger all within seconds. 

"I don't need your help, Sunday." Marvin’s green eyes drill into Sundays. And for anyone else, this would probably strike fear into their souls. But not Sunday. Sunday knows that look. It’s not true anger, if it was he’d be on fire. It’s that pride getting in his way. The fear that if he opens up he’ll be left alone on the porch begging for someone, anyone to stay. He has to push everyone so far away that his heart will never bleed like that again.

"Yeah, I know, kit-kat. You don’t need anyone’s help." Sunday whispers in a soothing tone taking a step forward. Marvin may growl and snarl like a feral cat from time to time but Sunday knows him better than anyone, including Marvin himself. He was just tired and clearly scared of something going on. Whatever he found must have truly shaken him to the core.

“Don’t say it in that fucking tone Sunday. Why the fuck are you even here? Did the twins send you? Because you can tell them-"

 "I came because I was worried. So can you just sit down for five minutes and let me bring you the dinner I bought before Higgins eats it?” Sunday’s golden glow wraps around their fingertips and rests against Marvin’s face. Their thumb go up and down their beard as they try to soothe Marvin. 

“Sunny…”

“It’s sushi, and I know you have some good wine. Let me get us some glasses and you can tell me what's going on.”

“Probably skip the wine.”

“Vinny, did you not eat this morning?”

“I think so? I can’t remember.”

“Okay, let's sit down.” Sunday grabs his friend’s hand and guides him down to the couch. Marvin’s head instantly rests against Sunday’s chest and Sunday finds his hand in his friend's long brown hair. “Do you want to talk first or eat?”

“What did you bring?”

“Sushi.”

“I want to eat first.”

“Okay, kit-kat. Let me grab the food.” Marvin squeezes him closer, refusing to let him get up from his spot. Sunday sighs knowing that he isn’t going anywhere. He opens a small portal allowing the food to fall through and onto the coffee table in front of them. 

“I got California rolls, rainbow rolls, and some salmon nigiri.” 

“You spoil me, Sunny.” 

“I know.” Sunday begins to unpack all the takeout from the plastic bag laying it all out on the table. He hands Marvin a pair of chopsticks and lets him dig in. With Marvin off of him, he gets up and goes back to the kitchen. He grabs a glass from his friend’s cabinet and fills it to the brim with cold water. 

“You want me to grab Higgins?”

“No, that’s okay. He’d just get lost in the papers anyway.”

“Yeah, I was gonna ask you about that.”

“It’s all my notes, I’m trying to decipher some of them.”

“Why? Aren’t they your notes?”

“Yes, but I can’t remember writing some of them.”

“Well, you’ve written so many it doesn’t surprise me you’ve forgotten some of them.” Sunday sets the cold glass in front of Marvin and nudges him towards it. 

“No that’s not the issue, the issue was they were wiped from my memory.” 

Sunday shakes his head and jolts back in surprise. Ras has been wiping Marvin’s memories? Thats-why would he do that? He practically raised Marvin. The Magic Circle has always said that he was dangerous and an outsider. Breaking the rules of magic and not conforming to the laws set in place to keep the world safe, but mental magic? On Marvin? That’s almost too much to bear. No wonder Marvin got so angry. His trust must be shattered on the floor in a million pieces. 

“Ras has been using mental magic on you?! We gotta report this! You can stay at my house until the council has him imprisoned.” 

“What no! Sunday! Ras hasn’t been tampering with my memories. The Circle has been.”

The Circle? No. They were a bit…shifty but what governmental organization isn’t?! Members of parliament and even the prime minister took bribes and did some shady stuff and they were in charge of the country! Don’t even get him started on the mess that was America's government system. But there's no way that The Magic Circle was doing something like that to its members. To Marvin. To Him.   

“Marvin, I think-”

Marvin yanks off his necklace and lets his cat mask form in his hand. The green ethereal glow signaled that some enchantment had been left on it.

“I have it recorded. The twins, they took so much away from us, Sunny. Just look.”

Sunday takes the mask and places it on his face. Green-tinted visions of the past come before his eyes. That’s him in the corner, looking over at Marvin, but he definitely doesn’t remember this. A dead body on a slab with the twins matching fox masks firmly on their faces. Their muffled voices told them to leave the room and like the good peons they were, they left. 

“We’ve reached the limits of what direct observation can show us.”

“Even magical observation is insufficient.”

“Necromancy then.”

The twins cast a spell causing the body to rise up. Sunday’s never seen anything like it. He’s always been told something like this was illegal except in the hands of the authorities. People with permits and power. He couldn’t even pay attention to the answers the body was giving, too shocked by the twin's actions to do anything. 

The body collapses back on the table and Sunday almost does as well. But just when he thought the worst was over.

“We might use Mind’s Eye.” One of them says. Mind’s Eye was one of the most dangerous spells that could be cast on such a body. The Malia it takes could easily drain that of the corpses and the users, leaving everyone involved just dust on the floor. 

“The risk would be enormous.”

“To lesser magicians than we.”

“Very well we do need answers.”

“There remains malia sufficient in the husk to achieve it once.”

The twins touch their fingers to the corpse's skull letting the purple mist swirl around the room chaotically. Sunday can’t make out the images but he knows in his soul it’s bad. The body screams out like it’s dying again before crumbling to ash. 

The twins put their masks back on allowing everyone to rejoin them. Sunday and Marvin are the first to come in but still, Sunday can not remember even being in this room.

Sunday is all but helpless to watch as Marvin picks up his mask as the twins talk.

“We learned much from this vessel, but little of substance.”

“The circumstances of its death were byzantine and inconsequential.”

“A matter of science. Nothing with which to trouble ourselves. Whatever happened to this man does not concern the magic circles. We needn’t investigate further.”

“You needn’t even remember what transpired here.”

The twins chat to cast a spell and just like that the memory is gone. The recording stops and Sunday takes the mask off of his face. 

They took their memories. 

They took his memories.

They took Marvin’s memories. 

Over a man who died to science?! Over something so simple and inconsequential?! What did they erase that was important?! Did they erase a full days months or even years from his head?! How could they do something like that?!

“Marv, what the hell are we going to do? Can we get those memories back?! I can’t- What else did they take from us?!” Could they take larger pieces? Could they take whole people out of the memory? Could they take relationships? When was the limit where they couldn’t touch the memories?! 

“I don’t know. I have regained a few memories they took but that’s only because Ras drilled it in me to record my notes and journal my days. I’m trying to fill the gaps but I think most of them are gone.”

“Shit Marv. What are we going to do?”

“I honestly don’t know. Start recording with our masks? Compare notes?”

“That’s a start I suppose.” 

Marvin takes his spot back in Sunday’s chest and Sunday holds him tight. But it doesn’t stop the intense flood of anxiety coursing through his body. Pumped by the growing beat of his heart. 

Forgetting Marvin would be like forgetting his own name, his own being. They were so intertwined there was no way they could make them forget each other. Right? They surely couldn’t rip each other away. They would have done that years ago with Marvin and Ras. The twins never kept it a secret that they hated the man and constantly pushed Marvin to ditch his mentor. But Marvin was too stubborn, too loyal to even consider that an option.  

He looks back down at his friend only to find him asleep, all curled up in their lap. Sunday smiles and traces over Marvin’s tattoos with their finger. 

“No one will take me from you Marvin. I promise. No matter what.” They plant a little kiss on Marvin’s forehead and shuffle to a more comfortable position on the couch. No use in fighting it, he was gonna spend the night on the couch with Marvin. Not the first time this has happened and certainly not the last. He leans over and grabs a blanket from off the floor and drapes it over the two of them. 

Sunday wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep, still processing the huge mind fuck that the Magic Circle was doing this. And Marvin’s notes and research were within arms reach; he might as well catch up on what Marvin found. His fingertips find a large leather-bound book and pull it closer. Colorful tabs dot the pages probably signifying different spells he needed. 

Sunday opens it up to the first tab to find Marvin’s handwriting. No mention of spells or anything. Sunday immediately closes it and sets it down on Marvin’s back. Not today. There has to be something else he can read to get caught up on all this a spell book or something. But all of the notes around him seem to be in Marvin’s messy cursive writing. 

And then something catches his eye. One of the tabs on Marvin's journal had a little sun and a heart. He rarely lets curiosity get the best of him, that was more Marvin’s department, but he has to know what the little doodle of his nickname was doing there. He opens the book back up and begins to read the tabbed page.

I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna ask Sunny out after this meeting. I know we’re already kinda going out but I’m gonna make it official with him today. I’m in love with him and I’m sure he’s in love with me. Just gotta finish this meeting. I’m pretending to take notes but it's so dreadfully boring. I swear the twins are the stiffest people you’ll ever meet in your lifetime. 

Sunday doesn’t even realize he’s crying until the tear hits the page and smudges the ink. Did they take away that moment? Did they even allow them to have it? It’s not like Sunday could remember it. But he can just imagine it. Marvin just blurts out their feelings and he just goes red with embarrassment as Marvin uses sweet words until they kiss. 

And Magic Circle just took it away like it was nothing. 

Did Marvin know? He had to, he marked it after all. But…fuck. Did they take more moments like that away from them? How many times did they confess only to have the Magic Circle have it erased? 

Sunday wipes the tears away and takes another deep breath. He looks back down at Marvin and traces his finger across his jaw. He looks so peaceful right now. And as much as he wants to wake him up and tell him that he’s right, that he’s in love with him, that he wants to spend the rest of their lives together. It can wait. One big revelation at a time.

Sunday gives him one more kiss on the head and pulls the blanket up to Marvin’s shoulders. Both of them are gonna need sleep if they’re gonna figure out how to save their memories from future tampering. 

“Goodnight Marvin. I love you.”

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I don't usually write shippy stuff but here y'all go!

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looks like you

genre: fluff, just kinda silly

when you see the resemblance between sohee and monchhichi, you can't help but buy some monchhichis. (monchhichi are the little dolls in the photo above!)

!!! non-sexual use of daddy

cg!sohee gn!reader , anton appears for a bit too lol

you're currently spread out on the couch while watching some videos on your ipad, specifically videos of riize. accompanied by a few snacks and soft toys! when your daddy starts to talk to the camera, you turn your head to the toy nearest to you. its a small doll, monchhichi.

you look at it, then back at the video of sohee. wow. they look alike! you smile to yourself, and softly rub the head of the toy. exiting out of the video, you open google.

"monchhichi toy"

you giggle, it looks just like your daddy! you wonder if you should ask sohee to buy it for you, because you're not supposed to buy things without permission. and the last thing you want to do is make him upset. (you hate it when hes mad at you!) deciding to open your messages, you find the contact with a bunch of hearts at the end, along with a funny picture of your daddy. you resist texting sohees other members, out of boredom. remembering the task from before, you type out the sweetest message you can come up with, you immediately send it to him.

"hi daddy! 💗🫶💕 i want to buy this please!😎😎😜 💕💕 i loveeeee youuuuuu😘😘😚"

awaiting his response, you grin at the cute emojis! emojis are your favorite, because they're just so cute!! oh look, hes typing a response. hopefully he'll say yes!

"sure baby, show it to me when i get home okay? i'll come soon with snacks! 😊🍪 i love you 🫶"

he sends a selfie as well. you gasp. you're getting a new toy and snacks! you didn't even have to ask for them! your daddy is the best. you send a few more emojis and a selfie as well, signaling your understanding.

continuing to watch videos, you patiently wait for sohee to get home. you wonder what snacks he'll buy. obviously it'll be your favorites right? he knows your favorites anyways! hearing the sound of the door unlocking, you turn your head. "hi my baby! antonie left something so hes just going to grab it." sohee explained to you.

anton waved at you, "i'll be quick." you got up to give sohee a hug, but also to offer anton a highfive! you see anton the most out of sohees friends, so you also consider him your friend too! turning back to sohee after anton ran to grab whatever he left, "daddy! can i show you what i wanted to buy?" you asked. he nodded with a hum, and he followed you to the couch.

you opened your ipad, to a screen paused on a video of sohee. "you missed me huh? i missed you too love!" he said along with a kiss to your head. feeling yourself blush, you quickly opened up the website with monchhichi toys for sale. "this one!" you pointed at one that looked like your daddy. it was easy because all of them looked like him! he checked the price, even though he would've bought it no matter what. sohee always has a hard time denying your wants. "cute! it'll come in a few days okay?" you nodded at him, and heard anton opening a bag of chips. he clicked order, assuring it would be on its way.

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a couple days later, you get a notification that your package has arrived! you're in a good enough headspace where you feel safe opening the door really quickly and then locking it just as fast. doing just that, a small package is now in your hands. not wanting to risk using any sharp objects, you go to the living room and rip the box open. sohees in the bathroom, but you can't wait because you're pretty enthusiastic about monchhichi!

sohee comes out of the bathroom, and sees you with the biggest grin on your face. "oh your package came! lemme see it baby." he exclaims. he comes and sits by you, with an arm around your shoulders. you turn to him, and hold up the doll. you giggle a little bit, the smile never leaving your face. you grab the other monchhichi that you've already had beforehand. "theres three of you. take your hat off daddy!" hes confused, but obeys. taking of his hat, revealing messy brown hair. if it was even possible for you to smile wider, you did. sohee realized what was going on through that pretty mind of yours. as if a light bulb went off in his head, "ohh! thats why you wanted it. i get it now baby!" you felt so happy that moment. you were just so amazed how much it looked like sohee.

"yes.. looks like you.." you trailed off, zoning out because you were focused on how good he looked then. barefaced, fluffy hair, pretty moles that just make you want to capture him into a warm embrace and never let go. so you did just that. sohee wrapped his arms around you too, "you're right, looks like me."

for the next few months, sohee would occasionally come home with a new monchhichi toy, whether it was a little doll or figurine. or a package would show up at your door while he was away, and youd open it to a new monchhichi toy. you now have a large assortment of different kinds of monchhichis, whether the pose or outfit differed from the others.

authors note: i loved writing this so much omg 🥲 i have a few monchhichis of my own that look like sohee!!! theyre so cute i cant believe they look so much alike 😭😭🫶 i hope you enjoyed i know this was a bit longer than my last one also nb requested this but whatever.. feedback is appreciated always! 💕

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DIVIDERS

CW: mostly vanilla, smutty love scene, public smut in the ocean. MDNI. 2.1K Words.

Calliope made sure to go to the phone store in the main shopping district of Mableshore as soon as it opened the next day. She got herself a brand new phone, but it still didn’t reach the $600 that Beau had given her, so she kept the remainder aside to return to him.

The girl made it a point not to reach out to Beau until the late afternoon of the next day. Her main reasoning for the wait was that she didn’t know Beau’s schedule, but she knew he’d be working a lot. She didn’t want to bother him during work.

When she reached out, Calliope decided to be slightly flirtatious, texting him, “thank you for last night, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good during sex.”

Beau had been working the whole day, but every chance he got the man would be checking his phone for a text from her. Her text came in as he was sitting passenger to another paramedic and the man wasted no time in reaching for his phone.

He chuckled to himself when he read her message, a sense of pride filling his chest as he remembered how much he enjoyed her. He replied in moments, “feels as if you’re challenging me to make you feel even better next time.”

“Bold of you to assume we’re having sex again,” Calliope replied to his message, then sent a kissing emoji.

The two spent the entire week flirting back and forth with neither tiring of the other. Their conversations were intimate and deep, with the two learning more and more about each other.

Half-way through the week, Beau started calling Calliope. Phone calls, facetime calls, text messages, and endless laughter in every format. They couldn’t get enough.

Calliope would pace around her home waiting for him to call her and when he would, she would walk to the beach with him on the phone. She would take photos of the waves and send it to him, or show it to him if they were facetiming.

His eyes always lit up when he saw the ocean and Calliope always felt a rush of joy when she’d see his expression.

The girl hated to admit it, but she knew her heart was starting to fall for Beau.

Beau knocked on her door the Sunday after he met her.

It was early morning, with a light fog still layered over the streets of Mableshore. The sun still hadn’t risen, but the street lamps had all turned off, making the little area seem to be in a dark blue haze.

When the door opened, Beau looked down, smiling at Calliope sweetly, “good morning beautiful.”

The girl’s red hair was braided in double Dutch braids along her scalp and she wore a pink bikini with a cover up made for the bikini. Her green eyes softened when she met Beau’s eyes.

“Good morning handsome,” she replied sweetly, then stepped out of the house. Calliope reached towards him to give him a hug, and the man leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist as her arms went around his neck.

Beau squeezed her slightly, looking down at her with affection in his eyes, “I wanted us to go to a more private beach this time. Does that sound okay?”

“Sounds fun,” Calliope smiled up at him and pulled her arms away, following the man to his car.

He opened the door for her and she got in.

When he joined her, he made sure she was wearing her seatbelt and then started driving towards the private beach.

The beach was open to the public, but not very many people would go there since there were so many coastline beaches along Mableshore’s main road and this was one of the last.

As Beau discovered even more similarities with Calliope, he realized that he had yet to ask her something, “we’ve been talking all this time and I never asked your date of birth.”

“Oh, it’s August 9, 1999,” the girl told him without issue, then inquired with furrowed brows, “what about yours?”

“So, you’re turning 20 in a few weeks. You’re so young,” Beau laughed and shook his head as he made a turn down the beach’s access road, “May 5, 1994 is mine. I turned 25 this year.”

“You’re so old,” Calliope cooed, teasing the man as if she hadn’t been with a man nearly 40 years older than her, “you sure you can keep up with me?”

“Damn, you’re ruthless,” the man let out a short laugh, glancing over at the girl for a second to admire her as she started to laugh along, “I am absolutely sure I can keep up with you. Might need some old person naps here and there, but…”

Calliope laughed even harder, admiring how Beau found it so easy to make fun of himself, “you’re a very interesting man, blue eyes. Will you let me join you for your old person naps?”

And I’m always thinking summertime… pushing our luck, getting wiped out. Days with nothing but laughing loud.

“I wouldn’t be able to take my old person naps without you,” Beau revealed in a serious voice as he parked his car.

After they set up a site on the beach for their umbrella, towels, and cooler, Beau returned to the car for the surfboards. He walked with the boards to Calliope, and the two approached the water.

The two swam deeper into the water, and soon Beau was helping Calliope up onto her board. He was teaching the girl about surfing, and his patience was shining through, with the man never raising his voice at her.

Despite multiple failures which involved falling into the water, Calliope kept trying.

“You’re picking this up really quick,” Beau’s voice was sweet, encouraging and comforting, “don’t worry about going down. It’s a part of the process. Just keep coming back up like you’ve been doing.”

“I’m only doing good because you’re an amazing teacher,” the woman told him as she started paddling along to a wave.

As Calliope rode the wave, she started to stand. She felt powerful for just a moment but the ocean seemed to notice that, because it quickly humbled her again.

This time, she was thrown into the water quite aggressively and when Beau saw it start to happen, he immediately started paddling over to get her.

He hopped off his board near hers, then dove under the water.

Calliope was still attached to her board but was clearly dazed under the waves, so Beau wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to the surface.

As soon as they were out of the water, Calliope started coughing. She shook her head as she tried to adjust her eyes, and noticed that she was still wrapped in Beau’s arms.

The man was looking over the woman carefully, “let me see your eyes, Calliope. You hit the water really hard.”

The young woman opened her eyes a little more for Beau, who looked into them and nodded his head. Her eyes seemed fine, and she had gotten the water out of her lungs. While he wasn’t calm now, he was feeling relieved she hadn’t hit the water harder.

“Maybe just another wave or two?” the woman asked Beau, blinking and rubbing her eyes as they finished adjusting to the beautiful view around her.

“No,” Beau replied so quickly that it surprised the girl, “let’s get back to the shore and do some more surfing another time.”

She didn’t question him, and swam back with him to the shore.

They sat down on their towels and watched the color of the ocean changing as the sun started to rise in the sky.

Calliope was watching the waves crashing on the shore when she heard Beau’s deep voice, asking her, “what’s your ideal future?”

“My ideal future?” the woman was surprised by the line of questioning, and raised her brows slightly as she looked into Beau’s eyes, “I’ve always wanted to be with a man and have a baby with him. I just wanted the simple life of loving my man and my baby. What about you?”

“I think I’ve spent my whole life running from my past. My father was abusive in so many ways, and all I ever wanted was to be a better man and father than he had ever been,” Beau revealed these intimate details of his life so easily to the young woman because he knew in his heart that he was falling in love with her.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father,” Calliope frowned as she met his blue eyes, “you’re clearly a better man than him. You should be proud of yourself.”

The man smiled into the girl’s green eyes, as he got sucked in by this never ending desire to be closer to her, “thank you. I want us to take things at your pace, slow or fast, I don’t care. I want to show you that I’m the man for you, so will you be mine in every season?”

The morning will save our souls… It’s a slow cinnamon summer, your spell is pulling me under.

A smile spread on the young girl’s lips, and she leaned over excitedly, kissing the man on his lips, “yes, Beau, I’ll be yours. Promise to be mine in return?”

“You had me the moment I met you,” Beau revealed sincerely, leaning into the kisses more, and letting his hands roam along her soft body.

“I’ll race you to the water,” Calliope told him quickly as she pulled away from his lips, and started running across the sand to the ocean, laughing with every step.

She heard Beau chasing her through the sand, and he grabbed her as they made it to the water.

He twirled her with one hand, kissing her and lifting her off the ground.

Calliope wrapped her legs around Beau’s waist as he took her deeper into the water. Their kissing didn’t stop, turning wetter and quickly becoming a make-out session that neither was willing to pull away from.

Under the water, Beau’s cock began to harden and Calliope felt it against her bikini bottoms. She moaned slightly and looked into Beau’s eyes, giving him permission without having to say a word.

It was telekinetic, the energy they shared, because immediately after that look, Beau reached down to get his cock out. Once his rod was rubbing against her, the man quickly moved her bikini to the side for easy access.

They continued kissing, wet tongues dancing outside of their mouths together on occasion, and a moan loudly escaping Calliope’s lips as Beau began to penetrate her with his large penis.

The feeling of having sex in the ocean wasn’t one that Calliope ever thought she’d get to experience, but it was immediately something she enjoyed.

As the waves moved, they seemed to be an extension of Beau’s body and his desires.

His thrusting, as it got harsher, matched the rhythm of the waves. The water felt freeing, almost encouraging even, pushing the new couple to enjoy themselves together more.

It was during this intense sex, as Calliope’s moans got louder and more unrestrained, that another car pulled up to the beach. The girl noticed the car first, moaning quietly, “Beau… people…”

Beau looked over his shoulder, noticing the car. He increased his pace, making sure each thrust was going deeper into her, “have you ever been caught having sex outside?”

“Umm, maybe,” the girl revealed sheepishly, lowering her eyes.

The man kissed her and held her waist as he pounded faster and faster. He knew not to cum in her, so he was reminding himself with every thrust to pull out as soon as he felt himself ready to bust, “then, you’ll be fine getting caught again. Be as loud as you need to be.”

She did get louder and louder. Calliope felt herself orgasming multiple times, enthralled and drunk off the feeling of having Beau inside of her. She squeezed her walls around his throbbing cock, then…

He pulled out quickly, groaning as he let his load out into the ocean.

As Beau came, Calliope reached down and started to stroke his cock with her hands. She spoke to Beau in whispers and little moans as she kissed his lips, squeezing her hands slightly around his shaft, “finish for me, Blue… let it all out, big guy…”

“Fuck, you’re unreal,” Beau closed his eyes, leaning into every kiss and smacking her ass under the water, “maybe we should keep going.”

“Maybe,” Calliope cooed, stroking his cock and watching as his white cum mixed into the waves.

Had to share some more Blue posts, not sure when I'll be posting the next one but I'm glad this is finally out there.

Love all of you, thank you for all your support and love.

SONG REFERENCES

An Evening I Will Not Forget by Dermot Kennedy

Cinnamon by Jome