#this is me saying listen to the song listen to the song plsplsplspls :3
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vyliez · 2 days ago
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 why'd you only call me when you're high?
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pairings: se-mi x fem!reader
synopsis: se-mi is fucking high.
warnings: none, some suggestive content but ykw, hell yea!
a/n: wrote this on an airplane while listening to arctic monkeys because their songs elevate me to the heavens. also this is my first fic in this account, i'm tryna get back to writing again!
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3:07 a.m.
the constant ringing of your phone woke you up from sleep. "what the fuck?" you muttered to yourself sleepily, grabbing your phone from the darkness, flinching slightly at the glare of your phone's brightness as her name blared on your phone screen. you sigh to yourself. what is it now?
"se-mi?" you asked, picking up. there was a small silence on the other line before a crackle and a couple of mumbled incoherent words.
"babyyyy, i missed you,"
oh you knew this tone too well.
you and se-mi weren't dating. but also not just friends. it was more of a casual situationship. or fuck buddies? you didn't know to be honest. but you knew why she'd phone you. she wanted some relief or she's high. but apparently, tonight she was both after sharing a smoke with that 'bastard motherfucker' as you call him—thanos.
"are you high?" you asked amusedly, pulling the covers towards you tightly, holding the phone in one hand.
"whatttt? nooo?" se-mi replies, scoffing in the other line. she was definitely high. "i feel like floating though..." she trails off.
you sigh tiredly, rubbing your eyes sleepily. "go to sleep se-mi, i'm tired," you groan as you hung up.
"wait—no! no! n—!" she says frantically, trying to keep you in the line but it was already too late, all she heard was beeping.
you opened your phone to see fifteen missed calls and a shit ton of messages from her. "gods, se-mi," you mutter to yourself as you browsed through her messages.
se-mi:
babyyy, i'm so sorryyy ☹️☹️☹️
please reply ☹️
i know you're reading this, i can literally see your status
pleaaaaseee just tonight and i won't bother you again ☹️
i miss you
plsplsplspls
you sighed at the recent messages, looking at the bubble, watching the three dots jump up and down as se-mi typed another message.
se-mi:
okay maybe not the last time but ykwim
pleaaaseee i'll do anything
i rlly miss you sm ☹️
you tried to fight the smile creeping up on your face as you read her yearnings. you took a deep breath, rubbing a hand through your face as you contemplated your decisions.
you:
why'd you only call me when you're high?
se-mi:
hi?
you snorted at the response, unable to stop the grin forming on your face. you watched as she kept spamming you, mostly sending stuff word by word.
se-mi:
please
i will
literally
die here
her persistence made you give up, sighing as you typed out your response. you knew the end to this but you know what? hell yeah.
you:
fine.
se-mi:
YES???
YIPPEE
LET'S GOOO
I'M OMW PRINCESS 🫡🫡🫡
you smiled, finding her reaction endearing as you watched the typing bubble and her online status disappear.
and just like a flash, se-mi comes up to your door, knocking. you got out of bed and walked towards the front door, opening it to reveal se-mi. she was wearing that stupid shit eating grin again as she greeted you. her piercings glinted against the dim lights, she adjusted her wrinkled leather jacket as she shifted her weight from one foot to another.
"hi," se-mi greets you giddily before crashing her lips against yours. you yelped against her mouth, your hands instinctively snaking towards her shoulder as you responded to her fervent kiss. se-mi slammed the door with her foot, pushing you further into your apartment, kissing you so fiercely that had you almost toppling backward the coffee table. she pushed you towards the couch, straddling you as she trapped you beneath it.
"fuck... love you so much baby," se-mi mumbles against your lips, panting heavily as her lips traced a trail down towards your neck. you moaned out softly, your hands burying in the tresses of her hair. groaning, you tugged on her hair—wait.
you visibly freezed, realizing se-mi's words. love? it seems as though she noticed you as she lifted her head from you neck, looking up at you widely, making her look like a cat for some reason. "what is it baby? why? what's happened?" she mumbled softly, resting her chin on the flesh of your boobs.
"n-nothing i-..." you breathed out shakily, your breathing still ragged. "it's nothing," you whispered, shaking your head as you cupped her face and kissed her again, succumbing back to pleasure. you didn't know if it was the drugs that made se-mi high or she just didn't believe you but said nothing anyways, but you were grateful she didn't question it anyways.
as her hands fumbled to remove the flimsy shirt you had on, you couldn't help but wonder. was she just a regular fuck? did she really love you? why'd she only ever call you when she's high?
because fuck—everything about her is like a drug that you wouldn't even hesitate to get high to.
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tooquirkytolose · 1 year ago
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All I'm saying is if you have a blorbo or perhaps an OC whose whole thing is daddy issues and subsequently unlearning to keep their emotions buried and learning to once again accept tenderness then maybe you should add Shannon and The Clam's song The Boy to your character playlist :^)
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