#without that fuck it i'll just stream it somewhere or wait for it to be in the five dollar bargain bin lol

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if you're too shy, part 3 (office nerd!matty x reader smut/fluff)

oh nooooooooo, you and your hot sort-of boyf colleague are left alone in the office together, whatever are you to do? teehee! part 1 here, part 2 here. enjoy <3

matty looks so good right now.

the golden hour light streams through the office windows, totally illuminating him in a way that makes him look almost ethereal. leaning round the side of your laptop, you watch as he pulls his jumper over his head, messing up his curls endearingly and revealing those tattooed arms you've spent a lot of time in over the past two weeks, since that fateful night in camden; thinking back to a few nights ago, when one of those arms was tight around your waist and another was braced between your legs, diligently following your instructions, heat starts to pool in your lower stomach, travelling lower and lower until you're forced to clamp your thighs together just to stay sane.

your sigh echoes around the empty-aside-from-both-of-you office, the noise slightly louder than you'd intended. matty looks up, a sweet smile on his gorgeous face. “i know, darling,” he says softly. “just a little bit longer, yeah?”

the phrasing would be infuriating if you weren't totally sure he meant it in earnest. you nod, smiling back at him. “okay. you look amazing right now, by the way.”

“oh, stop it,” matty's cheeks redden quite beautifully. “come and sit with me, beautiful girl - need motivation to finish this conclusion.”

no need to ask you twice.

you put your laptop away and wander over, preening at the way matty looks at you with blatant desire. the lust in his eyes gives you an idea, sending another burst of heat to your core; once you snuggle onto matty's lap and give him a kiss, you speak. “so, you need motivation?”

“desperately,” he sighs, burying his head into your neck and lightly kissing the juncture of your jaw and throat. “i've only got a hundred or so words to go, but it's impossible. help me, angel, please?”

“alright, then,” you kiss his neck in return, smiling into the skin when he hums happily, and press little pecks up his cheek so you can whisper, sultry, in his ear. “as soon as you finish the article, i'll have sex with you.”

matty lets out a noise that can be best described as a squeak, turning to look at you, wide-eyed - if not for the obvious hardening in his trousers beneath you, you'd assume he was horrified. “are you serious? like, you mean,” he wildly gestures to the desk with his free hand. “we could do it here?”

“seems sturdy enough, yeah,” you quip, raking a hand through his hair. “you've never thought about bending me over the desk here? i have. a lot.”

“no, i, um, i've thought about that,” comes the sheepish reply. matty looks at you properly. “but don’t you want our first time to be, like, in a bed? somewhere comfier?”

bless him. you kiss him again. “honestly, matty, i'm less concerned about where than i am when. feel,” you take his free hand and slide it up your dress, across the seam of the lacy underwear you've all but soaked through; he swears quietly, looking down at you in wonder. “and that's only from thinking about you inside me.”

“christ,” matty groans into your neck. “well… wait, aren’t there cameras in here? won't we get caught?”

“none in range of the desks, just the - oh, fuck - just the corridors,” you reply as best you can while matty sucks a bruise into your skin, spurred on by the knowledge you can fuck without interruption. “but even if there were, i know how to localise the cameras and reset and edit the footage without anyone realising it's been changed.”

“i have literally never found you sexier.”

“you're an idiot,” you giggle, pulling matty in for a surprisingly sweet kiss - it soon gets dirty, though, as you move to properly grind down onto him and pull the neckline of your dress down. “how about now?”

in spite of the fact that he’s seen them a few times now, matty whines at the sight of your tits. like, actually whines. the noise goes straight to your panties, and you can feel matty get even harder as you grind deeper onto him to try and relieve your discomfort; he buries his face between your tits, moaning into the skin before trying to take one wholly into his mouth. he’s frantic, actually, hand coming up to clutch the other while his hips begin to jerk up into yours, syncopated and desperate.

oh, you’re going to have so much fun ruining him.

“matty, sweetheart,” you say, in a singsongy voice that morphs into a moan when his teeth scrape against the soft skin on the side of your tit. “fuck, matty, babe, don't get too excited just yet - you've got work to finish, yeah?”

“i'll do it later,” his reply is muffled by your chest.

you pull his hair sharply - not enough to be agonising, but enough to make him look up at you; he looks fucked, cheeks rosy and eyes wild, and you're obsessed with it. but still, you can't let him get away with not listening to you. “but that wasn't the deal, was it, angel?”

matty sighs. “no. m'sorry.”

“good boy,” you kiss his forehead, smiling into him as he whimpers in response to the praise, and readjust yourself so you're sitting on his lap rather than straddling it. when you snuggle into him, pulling your dress back up, he kisses the side of your head, and your heart flutters. “i'll still sit with you while you finish writing, though.”

“thanks, angel.”

your motivational idea seems to work - it only takes matty ten more minutes to finish the article, fingers flying across the keys and pretty lips mouthing the words as he types them. you love watching him work, always have; the intensity in his eyes is magnetic, and flitting your own between his face and lips and hands is only continuing to turn you on. you could have grinded on him again, worked yourself up to tease him, but no. you'll wait, and you'll get off together.

what a delicious thought.

“there. done,” matty hits ctrl-s and exhales, nuzzling into you. “was you proofing part of the deal, or…?”

“nah,” you kiss his head, turning it gently so you can kiss him properly. “i'll just look at it when we get home.”

he smiles dreamily, which is also how you feel about the thought of domesticity together. “i like the sound of that.”

“so do i,” you move to straddle him again, kissing him deeply and grinding down onto him even more so. “you know what else i like the sound of?”

“what’s that?”

you grin. “you fucking me.”

“shit,” matty kisses you hungrily, deeply, sloppily; a trail of spit connects your mouths even as he pulls away, manic. “how do you want me?”

“oh, in so many ways,” you aren’t lying. “but right now… i want to look at you, while you fuck me on this desk. how does that sound?”

he closes his eyes, gulping as he nods enthusiastically. fuck, he’s so pretty. “that- yeah, that sounds good. great! it sounds great. really.”

“yeah?” god, you’re such a bitch for teasing him.

he doesn’t notice, though. “yeah,” matty smiles shyly. “thank you, darling. i really like making you feel good.”

your heart flutters, and all you can do is pull him in by the collar of his shirt and crash your lips onto his. desire practically seeps out of you both, but it’s accompanied by something tender, affectionate - you’re not sure what, exactly, but you like it.

actually, you’re not really sure of anything at the moment, except how badly you need him. you tell matty as much, murmur it into his mouth like it’s gospel, and he practically faints. “alright, sweetheart, alright,” he shakily exhales into your mouth. “let me get you ready.”

before you can snarkily rip him for getting you ready when he’s all but on the edge of climax already, matty’s lifting you up, kissing you as he gently - goosebump-inducing gently - lays you on your back on the desk. the wood is cold against your skin, despite the heat, but it’s nice; what’s even nicer, though, is the way matty fumbles for his discarded jumper and lays it under your head. he looks at you carefully, big beautiful eyes travelling all over your face (surely blushing, looking up at him all gormless and lovesick) to determine how you’re feeling. “is this okay?”

you nod, slightly too overwhelmed to speak. shit. you’re supposed to be the one doing the flustering.

(secretly, you don’t mind the way he’s treating you. not one bit.)

“good,” matty beams. a split-second later, his cheeks are rosy again. “can i, um, can i… look at your boobs again, please?”

“if you unbutton your shirt, yeah - s’only fair, isn’t it?”

he obliges immediately, fingers shaky as he reveals his bare skin. your eyes follow the undoing of the buttons, core pulsing with every new tattoo or muscle group or section of happy trail revealed, and your own fingers work to slide the cap sleeves of your dress down your arms and push the neckline almost to your stomach. the sun-soaked room isn’t cold, but your nipples harden as soon as they're freed from fabric, out of nothing more than sheer arousal. 

matty moans when he looks at you, big hands immediately brushing over your chest so he can lean over and kiss you - as he does, you wrap your legs around him and do the best you can to grind onto the rock-hard bulge in his trousers. he whines into your mouth, sliding his hands back down your body to clutch at your hips and do some grinding of his own. one particular movement hits your clothed clit, and he groans into you in response to your whimper. “please, please can i fuck you now? need it, my girl, need you so fucking badly.”

“yes,” you whisper, just as desperately. lifting your hips slightly, you move matty's hands to rest on them on the fabric of your underwear. thankfully, he catches on quickly, and pulls them off you, laying them carefully on the chair; you would think the action was endearing if you could think about anything except the way the cool air hits your soaked cunt, reminds you how turned on you are. “come on, matty,” you spread yourself even further open for him, loving his expression of wanton desire. “need you inside me, sweet boy”.

“yeah,” without taking his eyes off you, matty undoes his trousers, pulling them and his boxers down slightly to free his dick. saliva pools in your mouth as you watch him pump it, memories of being both joyfully surprised at the sheer size of it and determined to take it all down your throat last week flooding back - they're completely overridden by the present, though, specifically matty holding himself with one hand and gliding the other down your slit. “jesus christ. can i, you know…?”

you smirk. “can you what? need you to use your words, be a good boy.”

his face goes scarlet. “can i…” he trails off again, breathing shakily.

“matty.”

“fuck, m'sorry, darling, m'sorry - just keep getting distracted by how gorgeous you are,” coming from anyone else, that line would make you scoff, but earnestness practically drips from matty's words. he smiles as you stroke his face, sighing. “right. can i- can i get inside you?”

for the briefest of seconds, you allow your controlled façade to drop, pleading just so he knows how much you want him. “please, angel. need you to fill me up.”

after leaning down for a soft kiss, matty does just that, slowly pushing into you to a soundtrack of quiet gasps from both your lips and his. you're thankful of the slow pace he moves at, probably to keep himself calm - he's so big that you're practically breathless from the time he's half-in, your body rearranging itself just to take him in the most deliciously painful way.

once he's bottomed out, matty stops moving completely, in favour of putting his hands over his face and breathing heavily. you blink, concerned, doing your best to sit up on your elbows without moving too much. “matty, sweetheart,” you coo. “are you alright?”

“mhmm,” comes the muffled response. he drags his hands down his face, smiling shyly at you when you become visible to each other. “just give me a second - s'been a minute since i did this.”

“of course. i like how this feels, anyway,” you reach up to stroke his face, beaming when he nuzzles into you. “and, if i'm honest, i'm kinda upset that you have actually done it before,” you giggle, only half-joking. “wish it was only me, and you were all mine.”

matty smiles. “well, that's kinda true - you're the only person i've ever done it with that's actually mattered.”

your heart flutters again. “sweet boy. how are you feeling?”

“good. i, um, i think i'm ready.”

music to your ears. “okay. fuck me, then, matty.”

“alright. thank you.”

the tenderness of the whispered reply makes you smile, cheeks almost sore from how wide you beam; as he pulls out and thrusts back into you, they widen in another direction, jaw dropping at the feeling. “shit, matty, just like that.”

“yeah?” matty repeats the motion, over and over and over, eyes rolling back in his head as you clench around them. his jaw is slack, curls beginning to stick to his forehead as he fucks you slowly, cheeks pink. you don't know if you've ever seen anything more beautiful - before you can tell him, though, he speaks. “is this good enough for you? what else do you need me to do?”

what a sweetheart he is.

“you're perfect, angel,” you stroke his smiling face, heart leaping when he turns to kiss your palm. “if you want to, you can speed up, yeah? do what makes you feel good. been so sweet of you to learn what i like, i wanna return the favour now.”

he nods, eyes closing as he takes your advice with a throaty groan. whether it's the noise or the faster pace he's fucking you at, you don't quite know, but you whine in response, sliding a hand into his hair and tugging. matty moans again, blinking dazedly at you. “i like that.”

“when it hurts a little bit?”

“mhmm.”

“alright,” you move your other hand under his shirt to clutch at his back, digging your nails lightly into the soft skin and dragging them downwards. “that?”

“fuck,” he whimpers, hips speeding up yet again. you gasp at the feeling, another gush of pleasure starting between your legs; in response, you clench, and matty swears again. “god, you're so wet.”

“all for you, matty,” you lean up to kiss him, a sloppy meeting of lips and tongues interspersed with moans; pulling back to breathe, you whisper into him. “tell me what else you like.”

he kisses you again, still pounding into you - somewhere deep in the recesses of your pleasure-addled brain, you thank all that's holy for the editors’ interior design decision to buy extremely sturdy desks and not have them against any walls. “i like you.”

“yeah?” you smile, moaning at a particularly good thrust. “you like - fuck - you like the way it feels inside me, inside this pretty pussy?”

“yeah.”

“i like it, too, feeling you inside me,” you kiss his neck, licking up over his jaw and kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear. “does it feel good, fucking my tight little cunt? never had anyone as big as you, sweetheart, fucking love it. you've got me fucking dripping.”

“feels so good, so fucking good,” comes the breathy reply. “perfect girl, perfect pussy. wanna - shit, oh my god - stay inside you forever.”

matty's hips are faltering ever so slightly, the rhythm dropping a sign that he's reaching the finish line. you decide to help him get there, gently sucking a mark into his neck and murmuring into the sweaty skin. “you can cum there, if you like.”

the whine he lets out is almost enough to make you cum. “is that alright with you?”

“of course,” you press a little kiss to his cheek. “want you to fill me up, angel. been such a good boy for me, you deserve it.”

“thank you,” matty leans round to kiss you properly. “please can i get you off, too?” wanna touch you, make you feel good.”

“you remember what i showed you?”

he nods, shifting weight onto one arm and waving his thumb at you. giggling, you take it into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the pad before releasing it with a pop and speaking. “fast, but not too firm, alright?”

“yeah,” watching you intently, matty leans back to look down intently between your legs, bringing his thumb to the juncture between them. it takes him a couple of swipes to find what he's looking for, but your body jerks so obviously when he touches your clit that it's obvious he's made his discovery. still fucking you a bit haphazardly - in a good way, mind you - he rubs tight little circles onto the bundle of nerves, just the way you like it. “that good for you, darling?”

the pleasure from the double stimulation is so overwhelming you can barely speak, clouding your brain and tightening both your vocal chords and your cunt; it's matty's whine at the latter that triggers a response from you, a matching wanton moan that by some miracle forms itself into a phrase. “yes, god, don't stop.”

“m‘kay,” matty's eyelids are drooping above you, but he smiles enthusiastically. “feel like i'm dreaming.”

“oh, my sweet boy,” you pull him down for a kiss, grinning against him at the whimper that escapes him when you bite his lower lip. “see? this is real.”

he giggles, gently kissing you in a way that's at total odds with how intensely he's fucking you. “i'm getting close, sweetheart. are you…?”

“yeah,” you aren't lying, either - pleasure is really starting to fizz up in your stomach, making your legs shake as they're wrapped around matty. “keep doing what you're doing, angel, keep being my good boy.”

the praise spurs matty on, keeps him fucking into you determinedly even as he crumbles completely above you. “oh, fuck,” he moans, skin slapping against yours as he chases release for both of you. his thumb stays circling your clit, bubbles of ecstasy rushing through your body every time he does - you're definitely getting close, pleasure building up to breaking point in your stomach more and more by the millisecond, and your heavy eyes and shaking body make that obvious to the perfect man above you. he kisses your nose. “you're close, too, aren't you?”

“mhmm,” you clutch him even tighter, desperate to keep him like this, keep him making you both feel good. “you gonna make me cum?”

“fuck, yes.”

and he does. how he staves off his own orgasm, you have no idea, but matty's dead-set on getting you off before he can; he fucks you through shaking legs, working your clit as well as if he'd been doing it for years and not days, forehead pressed to yours in such an intimate way that you could cry if you thought about it for too long. he looks fucked above you, but so fucking beautiful - when the pleasure inside you cracks and surges out into the rest of your body, sending wails of his name out of your lips, you're not quite sure if it's just because of the sex, or if there's another emotion or two behind it adding to how good you feel.

but you don't have time to dwell on that, though, before matty's whimpering about his own climax against your lips. “m'gonna cum, oh my god, shit, sweetheart, m'gonna cum, please, please let me cum.”

“good boy, my perfect boy,” you're still spacey after cumming yourself, but the hand still in matty's hair is tethering you somewhat. “cum for me, matty. fill me up.”

with perhaps the single sexiest noise you've ever heard, matty does just that, burying his head in the crook of your neck while he finishes, hot and deep, inside you. “oh, thank you,” he whispers into your skin, panting bodies still clinging together as you come down from your high. “jesus christ.”

“did you like that?”

matty laughs, leaning back to look at you. “that's an understatement, darling. it was perfect,” he strokes your sticky cheek, looking tenderly at you. “you're perfect.”

“back at you, sweet boy,” you kiss his nose, then his lips - a sweet kiss, nothing like the sloppy mid-sex makeouts you just had. “thank you for being so keen to make me feel good.”

matty shrugs, bashful. “i like that bit most of all.”

“oh, he’s cute!”

“i try,” he giggles. with a final kiss to your nose, he leans back. “am i alright to, like, pull out now?”

“of course,” you sit up on your elbows as he does, wincing at the sensation (and lowkey mourning the loss of him inside you). matty crouches to look at his cum dripping out of you, face so awestruck you can't help but giggle. “good view?”

he blushes, smiling shyly up at you. “the best,” carefully, he brings two fingers to your core, gathering up most of the white liquid and looking at it in wonder; his gaze then shifts to you, cheeky. “i mean, you're kinda clean now.”

you roll your eyes, but smile. “c'mere,” when he obliges, you take his fingers into your mouth, sucking the cum from them and swallowing with a satisfied hum. “look at that - both clean!”

“oh, that was underhanded,” matty kisses you deeply, tongue licking into your mouth before he pulls back. “but you're so beautiful that i'll let you get away with it.”

you swing your legs happily, pulling your dress back up over your chest. “thanks, angel.”

“m'serious, by the way,” matty reaches for the tissue box on the opposite desk and then your discarded underwear, crouching again to wipe you clean and slide the fabric up your legs. “most beautiful girl in the world.”

“your girl.”

he hums happily, cleaning himself off and tucking himself back into his boxers, leaning down to kiss you while he zips up his trousers. “mine, all mine. now, let me just,” he lifts you up and sets you on another desk, wiping the one you just vacated as best he can with a dry tissue. you bite your lip to keep from laughing at how endearing he is, and smile sweetly at him when he turns back around; that soon turns into a shriek when he scoops you up bridal-style. “right. let's go home.”

***

“are you sure i didn't leak onto the seat there?” you walk backwards up the hall towards your flat, looking at matty. “i was so panicked the whole drive.”

he rolls his eyes. “sweetheart, for the millionth time, there's no cum on the passenger seat. not that i'd have minded if you ruined my car like that, though. s'kinda hot.”

“you kinky little bitch,” you snort, unlocking the door and stepping inside; the scrambling of tiny paws across wooden floors becomes audible as soon as you do. “and speaking of little bitches…”

“don't call her that!”

“oh, stop it, i'm being literal - hi, maggie!” you crouch as your border collie puppy comes into view, bounding towards you excitedly - annoyingly, she passes you without so much as a lick hello, and goes straight to matty. “oh, for god's sake.”

he laughs, letting her lick all over his face before scooping her up like a baby and cooing at her. “maggie-moo! did you miss me? yeah, course you did. more than you missed your mum?”

“matthew.”

“sorry, darling,” he wanders over to kiss your head, kicking the door shut behind him. “i still can't believe you waited until we started dating to tell me you had the cutest puppy of all time. imperative information, that.”

“still pulled you without her, didn't i?” you quip, wandering down the hall to dump your and matty's bags on your bed, the two Ms in tow. “and you only think she's the cutest because she's sweet to you. she's a total terror, otherwise,” you pet maggie's little head. “i think she might've inherited that from me.”

matty giggles. “well, i'll take you both being sweet to me. yes, mags, i will!” he scratches her under the chin, and her little eyes close as she stretches; within seconds, she’s fast asleep, and he awws. “i'll put her down in the living room.”

“thank you, angel,” you kiss maggie's head, then matty's, and wander into your bedroom to get changed.

matty follows behind a minute later. “i can take her out later before we go to bed… oh my god, darling, i'm so sorry for bursting in on you like that,” he goes bright red when he sees you're only in your panties. “i can wait a second, let me just-”

you cut him off with a giggle, walking to him and kissing his nose. “you literally creampied me not even an hour ago, and you're flustered by walking in on me changing? god, you're so cute.”

“oh, shush,” matty hides his face in your hair, wrapping his arms around you. “i've forgotten what i was going to say now.”

“sorry, angel,” you stroke his hair. “while you think, do you want to have a shower with me? and then we can order some food?”

“really?” his voice is full of wonder. “yeah, i’d like that. thank you.”

your heart glows. you take his hand and lead him next door to the bathroom, turning the shower on and adjusting the temperature as you speak. “no need to thank me, matty. just doing my girlfriend duties, you know.”

there’s silence for a second. then you realise what you said, and panic sets in - your blood runs ice-cold, and you turn to an undressing matty with a horrified gasp. “i am so sorry, matty, i don’t know why i-”

“darling, it’s alright,” matty steps out of his trousers and kisses your head. “i’d quite like to refer to you with that title too, if i'm honest. and, you know,” he rubs the back of his neck nervously. “if you want to call me your boyfriend… i'd be very honoured.”

he's so adorable that you have to genuinely hold back a scream. so you merely beam at him, and kiss his hand. “follow me. we can start your designated boyfriend role of washing my back for me right now.”

in complete contrast to the desperate, fast-paced sex of earlier, your first shower with your boyfriend (!!) is languid, romantic, saccharine-sweet. well, there are several deep kisses, and both yours and matty's hands do linger on parts of each other's bodies that may be considered impolite by some, but there's no real lust behind it - none more so than usual, that is - just a curiosity, a fascination, and a want to hold each other as tight as possible. that easy comfort around each other lingers the whole night, through ordering and eating pizza, curled up on the sofa watching the young ones while maggie does her utmost to get the discarded crusts for herself; through sharing a cigarette in the communal garden while the puppy does her business and runs around to tire herself out; through brushing your hair at the vanity in your bedroom before you go to sleep, matty sprawled on the bed and watching you with adoring interest while maggie sleeps on her bed under the window.

while you're putting your hair into its bedtime braids, he wanders over to the record player in your room, looking at the empty sleeve on the table next to it before lifting the lid and peering at the disc. “melodrama? i haven't heard this in ages.”

you turn in your chair, smiling. “but you know it?”

“of course.”

“good,” you walk to matty, kissing the back of his neck. “it's maybe possibly my favourite album of all time.”

“really?” he turns in your hold, resting his elbows on your shoulders. “tell me about it.”

“okay. better get comfy,” you tug him to your bed, climbing in and flicking the bedside lamp off; your boyfriend climbs in too, face illuminated by the faint moonlight peeking through the thin curtains. “you know that it's set over the course of one night, right? at a house party?”

“is it?” even in the low light, you can see matty's brow furrow. “but it's so… far-reaching, i would say, emotionally.”

“yeah, it is, the house party is just a narrative framework to focalise it, i s'pose,” you yawn. “and i don't know if she’s ever confirmed it, but i think all the fadeouts on the album have a purpose - they all seem like they're a means of marking the end of a step in the relationship cycle she's singing about. like, the one at the end of the louvre is the end of the ‘rush at the beginning’ she sings about, because then the album goes into liability and hard feelings/loveless, so the heartbreak section, and there's a fade out at the end of loveless, too. you get me?”

“i get you, darling,” the smile in his voice is audible.

“cool. all in all, there are five stages to the cycle, and it repeats between green light and sober; so, the first song on the album is chronologically last in breakup terms,” you rub your eyes. “which is kinda genius, because then the house party framework is really clear. like, you start the night by going out, but you also end your healing journey by doing the same thing, getting back out there and all that. it's so amazing. and the songs are all good,” a beat passes, then you giggle. “sorry for just rambling on about melodrama right before we go to sleep, sweetheart.”

“nah, i loved it. makes a nice change to be the one listening, for once,” matty laughs breathily, stroking stray hairs from your face. “i like listening to you talk like that - like it when you do anything, really.”

“back at you,” you lean in to kiss him softly, sliding your arms around him. “i'm really happy you're my boyfriend, by the way.”

“so am i, darling,” matty yawns, nuzzling his head into your chest. “shall we get some sleep?”

“sounds good. what are our plans for tomorrow?”

“oh, yeah, that's what i forgot i was gonna say earlier,” he tilts his head to look at you, eyes heavy with sleep. “we could maybe take maggie for a walk at the park near my house, if you like, and i could make us some dinner afterwards.”

“will you make me soup?”

matty laughs, kissing your bare skin. “of course i will. whatever you want.”

“alright,” you smile, going back in for yet another kiss. “it's a date. goodnight, angel.”

“night, sweetheart. see you in my dreams.”

[fallenneziah]

We all know amazing “little Simon” is. But no one ever mentioned about his adam apple! Just stare at it during foreplay, ask him to lean his head back and suck it with fervor. Put the whole bean in your mouth, tease it with your wet tongue while playing with his plump nipples. Would he whines loudly? Would he pants like a dog in heat then devour you until the bed broke? Would he be overstimulated when you assault his neck & cock at the same time? uwu

Hold up.. I'll let you cook. Hopefully I did my ideas on this justice.

The throat of a man.

Cw: Smut, deep throating and face riding. Choking, overstimulation, smut is given varying examples for both genders. Just being slutty with Simon's throat. Spit swallowing.

You love to play with Simon. Every inch of him was made to be eaten up without remorse or regret. His body was made for him to step on you and force you to apologize. If asked what really makes the statement piece of such a man? You'd only have one answer.

That pretty little throat. The way his Adam's apple vigorously bobbed after kissing you for what felt like an eternity. The way it felt against your palm, able to squeeze and smear your juices all over it.

No matter the time you loved his throat. Sliding the tip of your cock into his throat, having him lay on his back so you can watch. Watch the thick length slide down his throat, bugling around you and swallowing. Slapping your hand across his throat and watching him tense and jump. Watching his lips take you with all the will he has to please you.

Simon knew you were infatuated with his throat. You had fantasies of what you wanted to do to it. Whether it be making him choke on your cock and make his throat bulge out, forcing him to swallow and watching what the muscles do for you.

Or forcing his mouth to work overtime across your clit. Watching how his Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly as you withheld his oxygen until your cum was on his face.

His tongue lapping up between your wet labia. Throat pulsing and tensing as he suckles and licks. Your groan, gripping his collar or holding his throat as you grind your hips against him, watching his neck flex and carry the weight.

Simon didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. He was happy to watch your eyes sparkle with desire as he swallowed a drink, knowing what that action did to you. He liked knowing what it did to you when he lifted his mask to show his neck. Knowing your eyes were dragging up the muscle and watching his pronounced Adam's apple bob.

He forced you to wait. It wasn't often in public he let you have a taste. Unless you were headed back from somewhere in the backseat. He'd let you climb up onto his lap, his hands playing with your hips while you lift his mask. The smell of his sweat dripping down the meaty length can't stop you from kissing the flesh and licking. It makes him shudder and exhale a quiet breath to keep composure.

Your arms wrap around his neck, whispering that you just need a little bit before you devour his Adam's apple between your sweet lips.

It's not like Simon didn't feel the same way. You were his weakness. He had fantasies of your throat as well. Fantasies of making you scream and watch that throat move and vibrate against his palm. He wanted to see your eyes water and tears stream down your cheeks. He wanted to fuck you, watch his cock slide in and out of you.

It was a perfect game of give and take.

Simon, however, would be a liar if he said he didn't find the same level of eroticism in your own throat. That slender neck, able to swallow up his cock, takes his fingers with no complaint. It was a sense of mutual attraction. But you usually kept his hands at arm's length when having your fun. He lay across his firm chest in bed, feeling his chest rise and fall almost as fast as his stomach. His breaths come out hot and feverish as you lap and suck on his throat.

Nipping the rough skin around his Adam's apple and sucking on it while it bobs. Licking up between his collarbones and clamping your warm lips around it. It makes Simon squirm and whine. He pants like he's in heat every time. Whether it's your knee digging into his pants or your thumb expertly teasing his tip it always gets him feverishly hard. His cock leaking all over your fingers and you don't even have to try.

The way you play with his swollen nipples doesn't help either. Forcing him to writhe and wait out the please as you groped his pecs. Squeezing and pinching his soft nipples and nipping at the skin of his neck. Tracing his collar, feeling him swallow, hearing him moan and beg. It makes it all come together. Feeling his Adam's apple bob against your tongue while he begs of you.

It's like a game. A game where one person takes control and the other is just a mess of pleasure. He's usually the first one to crack. You can take your hand away and deny him the climax he desperately desires. But, not this time.

"Y/n, please!" He begs, his hips arching to your touch. You can feel the muscles in his legs strain and flex, trying to hold himself back from just humping your leg. Your insides twist with the full sense of accomplishment. Hearing his whines, you saw his cheeks flared up a beautiful pink. "Easy big boy," You lick his neck, sucking a hickey into the flesh against the shaved, prickly hairs of his jaw.

His head tilted back just as you had asked, with no intention of moving until you allowed him. He lets you have fun, watching him struggle to swallow with the angle of his neck turned you on.

"Doing so good for me, aren't you. Sitting so still." You teased against his ear.

Simon lets out a frustrated moan and tries to hide his face in your hair. His fingers twitch and claw at the bedsheets and his teeth clench. Simon could never keep his hands to himself. Even when he tried to keep them on your waist. They would roam all over.

His fingers would sink into the flesh of your ass, or he'd pull you forward by your hips to get that perfect angle. Feeling your warm thighs grind up against the base of his shaft. Any sort of friction with your leaking warmth had him on the edge of his orgasm. He wanted to sink so deep inside you that you couldn't remember your own name. His cock weeping desperately. Your hand teased the shaft for the third time as you had your fun.

Arching up above him and down across his face. He pants, opening his mouth without you needing to tell him. Jolting slightly when you spit into his mouth, forcing his jaw closed and watching him swallow. The way his swollen, slimy throat closed and bobbed around your saliva.

Your free hand comes down, gently flicking his nipple, making him shudder. He whined and you pulled a little harder. Slowly swirling your finger around it and flicking the hard bud.

He shudders and moans, his cock twitching painfully. Pre-cum spilling up over the head of his swollen cock.

"Good boy."

The way his eyes dilated when you praised him. That look in his eyes. The look of pure need and desperation. His voice cracked when he spoke. "I need you, please Y/n."

He sounded like a wounded animal, a wolf howling in the middle of the night. His voice was a mixture of a beg and a plea. His cock was aching, red, and desperate for you. You kissed his swollen pretty lips, down his jaw, and over his swollen Adam's apple. He kicked it vigorously, breathing heavily against his neck.

Simon whined, jolting his hips up, the base of his shaft rubbing against your skin ass cum spilled out from the head of his cock. Leaking across your hands and his stomach. Twitching and writhing, Simon panting and groaning.

"Good boy." You praise once more. He's not a mess. You could easily clean him up and have him ready for another round.

But Simon was a mess. A mess you loved to create.

He pants more, watching you with a lost puppy-like gaze. Just begging for a morsel of your attention again. You smile softly, cupping his throat and spitting into his mouth, planting a loving kiss onto his wet lips afterward. Entertaining his tongue begging to be let into your mouth.

"Don't worry, you're getting what you deserve." You whispered, kissing his temple and running your hands through his messy hair. You wiggle a little, lightly patting his chest. "Come and get it, boy. Come on." It's almost mocking but it works so well on him. Finally having permission to flip you over and fuck you. He pins you against the bed and kisses your nape. His hand tightens in your hair as he arches and knocks your legs apart. Sliding his cock deep into your warm entrance and moaning loudly.

"Good boy, you can do it. Fuck me."

"Oh God," Simon groaned, biting his lip and bucking his hips. "You're so good."

His hands held your wrists tightly, keeping your chest pressed down into the mattress. His hips work against you, holding you firmly as he rocks deep inside your warmth. Groaning and fucking you hard. Getting back at you for making him cum like a pathetic man in heat.

Prepared to make you cum all night. And maybe if you behave well, he'll flip you over and let you keep looking at his neck.

I hope I did your idea justice, I really wasn't sure how to take the direction but I knew I had to do something!

[wellloiledmachine]

Oh to be bursting to pee in public.

I'm walking back home on evening, it's sunset but the air is still warm from a hot day.

In summer I always wear very short shorts, often men's swimsuit bottom. They would be so easy to just push aside, and I could empty my poor, aching bladder. No, it's bad, I can't pee outside, but on the other hand I'm still far from home, and as minutes pass I'm less and less sure I'd be able to make it home.

I can't wet myself here! My shorts are black, but I also wear sneakers and socks, I don't want to ruin them and smell like piss in public.

As I walk I start to panic, my need to pee invading my brain. I'm so full, I'm gonna have an accident! The idea of finding somewhere to piss seems more and more appealing.

I start looking for a secluded corner, but find none. Too small, too exposed, someone would see me pathetically piss on the ground like a dog.

I finally find an empty bench near the river, hidden by a few trees. My heart thumps in my chest, this is my luck! I nearly lose control at the idea of finally letting go of the unbearable pressure. I feel tear filling my eyes : it hurts, I can't hold it!

I sit on the bench, still unsure if I'm really doing it. Someone could still see me from the bridge. I squirm, my heart racing. I finally move my hand and grab the crotch of my shorts with my panties, and pull them to the side. A short and strong stream of piss immediately burst out, hissing loudly ; one more second and I would have wet myself!

I instantly stop, clenching my muscles. God, I'm doing it, I can't believe it. After letting out a little, it burns even more, I bite my lip and my big clit twitch. I relax and let out another long jet of pee. This time I can't stop it, it feels too good. The hissing, the sound of it hitting the bench, then the ground, it's so loud, anyone could hear! The smell is strong, piss mixed with the smell of my sweaty pussy, my head begins to spin.

Maybe that's why I don't hear the two men coming from behind me until the very last second. I jump when I hear them and let go of my shorts before I even manage to cut the stream. Warm piss soak my panties for a second, before I manage to stop. My heart is pounding, if they notice what I was doing I'm fucked.

They start talking as they come closer, but I don't understand, frozen by fear. I hear "alone", "puddle", "slut". They're too close, they'd smell it!

When a big hand grabs my shoulders, I let out a gasp and a new gush of piss in my shorts. They pin my wrists to the bench, I squirm and whine but I can't move. The second man face me and kick my legs open.

"I told you! This little bitch was trying to sneak a piss here like a fucking dog. Hold him, I'll teach him how good boys behave."

I blush madly, trying to close my legs, too aware of the state of my panties. He can't see how wet I already am! My bladder is still aching, begging to empty.

"What a big puddle you've made already! You must have been really desperate, we could hear you pant from the street."

He lifts my shirt and graze his hand towards my waistband. My breath become erratic, no! He can't go lower, he'll know I've wet myself!

Too late. His fingers have reach between my legs, as my nipples start to grow hard from his touch. He gently run his fingers on the wet fabric, tracing the outline of the small wet spot.

"Oh, look like he couldn't wait! You believe this? Not only he piss in public, but he can't even make it in time! And do you smell that? It's not only his gross piss, it smells like a bitch in heat here."

I feel like I'd die of shame, heart pounding in my head. His fingers stroke my hard clit through the fabric. My need become unbearable.

"God, such a pathetic whine, he's so needy."

He pulls my shorts to the side, and without warning slides a thick finger inside me. I gasp and cry, letting out a big spurt of pee.

"Look like we interrupted him!" he laughs. "No need to cry baby, I'll help you relax and empty."

His finger slowly thrust in my wet pussy, while he thumbs at my clit. I bite back a moan, uncontrolably letting out a stream of piss. I feel it soak my shorts, I hear it hissing and hitting the fabric. I'm ruining my clothes, I'm pissing myself, why don't him get my panties out of the way?

"Like this baby, I know you want it, I bet it hurts to keep it inside, uh? You can't help it, soiling yourself, that's why untamed dogs like you do."

I cry again as he crooks his fingers. At this point I'm too hot, I'm panting, I don't have any control over the spurts of piss soaking my shorts. It splash on my thighs, it pools under my ass, and the thrusting movement make it squirt everywhere.

I cum crying, fear and panic only making me piss harder. My pussy clenches endlessly around his fingers, while spurts of piss mix with slick.

"Wow, that's really a big pee, you ruined your pretty panties. Let's make sure there's nothing more left."

He keeps fingering my oversensitive pussy as I squirm frantically. In no time, I cum a second time, moaning loudly. This time, what squirts out is a clear liquid, splashing all over his hand. My orgasm feels endless, waves and waves of liquid squirting, splashing on the ground at my feet.

I fall limp on the bench, panting, my ears ringing. He's still gently tracing circles on my clit. I can hear the last drops of my piss hitting the ground.

"Did you see? Poor boy had so much in him, good thing we helped him. That's what good people do when they meet this kind of bitch."

He pats my pussy, put my shirt back on and make me stand. He adjust my sopping wet shorts around me.

"My, what a big accident! Hope you'll make it home without anyone seeing you like this. Everyone would know you can't control your bladder in no time."

[ilobehwanghyunjin]

I'll wait for you

Warnings:: Sad fluff🙏

::He has to go somewhere but she can't go with him..

Warnings: Basically a fluff and angst 😋

I'll wait for you.

(Best friends to distant lovers./ Puppy love in the beginning)

You and I.n were friends since you guys were born. Your mom's were best friends since the beginning. You guys go to school with each other, you guys do homework or go over each others houses and more. This was all willingly. You guys were literally inseparable. You liked him, liked liked him, loved him, but didn't want to ruin your relationship. What if he didn't like you back? What if your mom's don't approve? You didn't know what he would say, or what everyone would think. It would ache your heart knowing that you'll have to mostly live with your crush without him knowing that he was the crush.

The bell rang. You were heading out of the school while I.N catches up. You guys rode the same bus. "Hey Y/n-ah!" He puts his hand on your shoulder while you guys walk. "Hi!" You say while you guys were getting on the bus. He sat by you and you guys were talking about your day. You could see him stealing glances or your imagination making you feel that way.

"Bye!!" You say as he gets off the bus first. His walk was screaming fuck boy. You wanted him so bad. He waves at you. Then, your best friend sits by you. "Awee, your lover boy left~~" they knew about your crush more than you did. They shipped you all the time. "Shut up." You punch their shoulder. As only you guys were in elementary. "Y/N and jeongin sitting in a tree! k.i.s.s.i-" "Don't even finish that" As you were finally getting off the bus, you get an urgent text from your mom. "Y/n, this is urgent. Come home as quickly as you can." You didn't care. She probably just wanted you to clean your room.

As soon as you get there. You see I.N, his mom, and your mom standing there. "Hi! What happened?" You were so confused . "Y/n..." Jeongin's mom says. "We have- we have to move very, very far away." Your heart dropped. You didn't know what you were hearing. "Wha-" suddenly, I.N tells his mom that you and him have to finish homework. This was a lie. It was Friday. A mix of emotions twirl around your stomach. Everything his you really, really fast.

He pulls you upstair, into your room. He sits on your bed and starts sobbing. This made your heart ache really bad. "Hey, it's okay. I'll always be your best friend, I won't forget you!" You try to make him feel better before you start sobbing. He starts trying to talk, but gets choked by his sobs. "Y/n, I -I like you!" "Alot.." He starts to gamble ,"I've liked you since 1st grade. Your so amazing, everything about you. Your so pretty and skillful. I don't know how you do it. I fell over heels with you..." He sees your stunned face and says "Forget it. I'll just be get going now."

"Wait, don't go." You started to poor out words, telling him how much you liked him. Sobs come from the both of you. He suddenly pulls you into a hug. A long hug. Comfort comes to the air. Sobs still seeking through. You guys wait a bit , before heading back downstairs to your mom's. "We are leaving tomorrow." You choked back the tears that wanted to stream. As soon as he left you ran to your room and cried. Sobbing into your pillow. You fell asleep crying.

Your mom wakes you up early. Rushing to the air port. There you see I.N and his mom. You run to him. You guys give each other a long hug before his flight gets called. He whispers in your ear. "I'll wait for you~" he pulls the hug away , getting his bags and boarding the plane. You head back home. Wondering what you will do without him.

It's been over 10 years. "I'll wait for you." those words replaying your mind like a song on rewind. Sobbing into the same pillow you cried in years ago overthinking about the him. Everything reminded you of him, He was everywhere. It's not that you wanted to forget him. Well

Attempting to get him off of your mind you scroll through TikTok. OH.MY.GOD. you swear thats him. Scared as ever you wanted to do more research about the idol for more confirmation. It was him.. you couldn't believe it. Crying harder than before. It wasn't because you were mad. No, never. It was because you were proud. You decided to learn more about his group and updates about him.

The next day, you decide to leave your house in what felt like forever. Slipping into a hoodie that reminded you of him, tights and some random shoes. During the car ride, you thought about him. You saw him on billboards, cars, the internet. You saw him everywhere. Your mom knew about this, she was scared what you were gonna think about it if you found out. "Mom.." "yes sweetheart?" "I wanna see him, jeongin" " that's not pos-" "yes it is, him and his group are performing here."

Umm part two?

Collaboration with @happilydeepestwonderland

[myrmica]

hii mer!! i just watched subz’s "wallibear is on lifesteal" vod (21/1/23), here are a few interesting clips from there, if you wanna add them to the doc :)

for context, subz vitalasy and 3ht get together to kill wallibear for hearts (and also 10k definitely real bitcoin). there’s a fight at the start and then again at about 1h10 in, bunch of cool moments in those, subz gets 4 kills (one off stream) and then dies twice which is still a net heart positive, then mapicc comes to him and vi with the spoke-zam alliance conspiracy

1:03:33-1:04:10 this is just a really funny clip so. they’re hanging out at detroit. vi and 3ht figured out how to dupe golden apples. the floor is covered in them. vitalasy is standing in a circle of gaps. then parrot pearls in out of nowhere and there is a very awkward moment where they all just stare at each other. also they are all dressed as wallibear i feel like this adds to the effect

2:00:20-2:00:50 conspiracy time! this is actually kinda funny too cause mapicc’s going on a whole rant about how zam and spoke are 100% a team, and his first piece of evidence is that zam geared walli in association with spoke. actually subz literally told him to do that, which he messages to vitalasy

2:01:10-2:01:55 spoke used an associate to revive parrot. mapicc is convinced it’s zam. vi messages subz that he was actually the associate

2:04:51-2:05:30 apparently spoke has a double chest of hearts somewhere. typical spoke shit! mapicc says zam’s in on it (and that it also justifies why zam keeps throwing his lives away! dude does not know the zam lore smh)

honestly i’m not sure if mapicc is actually being honest or if he wants to get into their heads and ruin zam’s life a little more. he has to believe the spoke part for sure like he knows what he’s like, but idk about the zam stuff

2:21:45-2:22:30 subz and vi talk about duped hearts. everyone might have fake hearts! "it does sound like a spoke thing to have a fucking double chest of duped hearts"

2:26:50-2:27:54 talking about trusting zam. they say an alliance with spoke won't make him betray them anyway and decide to just wait it out. "anyway zam’s cool"

2:27:55-2:28:30 mapicc might just be playing mind games. dude really hates zam

2:29:30-2:29:45 maybe mapicc is in his own mind hehe

the conspiracy theory carries over to the next stream, i think you already have clips for that :] but this one might also be a nice add (subz's "banning wallibear" vod, 22/1/23)

57:32 –57:53 he talks about his "alliance" with mapicc (for killing wallibear and playing along with the conspiracy) "i am against mapicc", did what he did because he thought vi had plans with him, and he also needs more hearts. also anon was right man has no idea what's going on

anyway big thanks again for the guide!! it's making losing my mind over season 4 very easy :D

hi teal :D thank you for these!!! (it's fun to get a little window into where you are in vod-watching also, i can kinda guess from your art but this is more direct hehe)

the spoke-zam conspiracy thing is so funny, i missed this little subplot entirely. like mapicc is clearly just earnestly wrong about a lot of this, i have no idea if they're right about it being an attempt to break zam away from subz and vi? we do know from the mapicc's mouth that without subz castle arc would have been worse. i kinda wanna sit down and watch through this in full now but it's a longer one so i'll answer this ask without making you wait ^_^'

clips added ✔️

[bacchanaliae]

BABY, YOU MAKE ARMAGEDDON LOOK SO EASY ⸻ introducing yoon eunseok, d7.

wait till you hear about this next nominee: YOON EUNSEOK, born on the 8th of SEPTEMBER, 1993 and bears a striking resemblance to SONG KANG. they’re a FOURTH year BACHELOR OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION student and ACED EVERY COURSE WITHOUT AN ATTENDANCE COMPONENT — impressed yet? rumor has it they’re hoping to be the COO OF THE YOON GROUP, but personally, i think they should aim a little higher — something like the king’s club, for one. now, that suits them a little more, don’t you think? guess we’ll just have to see if they’ve got the talent for it in our upcoming recruitment round.

hello!! i'm shrimps, (25, she/they) like the fried rice, and i'm very excited to terrorize your lovely muses with my lil guy eunseokkie! i'm hoping to get around to my dms soon-ish (i'm kissing your foreheads, btw), but feel free to leave a like and i'll appear in your walls! if you'd rather plot on disco, just lmk.

BACKGROUND

pretentious nonsense full bio

tl;dr : guy who's a supporting character in his own story suffers a minor existential crisis in deciding between (a) wanting to do his own thing and (b) fulfilling the role he was quite literally created to play. unfortunately, he's made this everyone else's problem.

this is subject to change if needed to fit with e2, but i imagined the yoon family to run a silicon mining business that skyrocketed in no small part due to eunseok's father marrying into a family that manufactures semiconductors.

eunseok's father . . . now there's a real schemer. everything he did was designed to gain control of the family company, and eunseok was no exception. eunseok has grown up acutely aware of this, and is completely normal and unaffected as a result.

eunseok wasn't always a menace!! eunseok always had a predilection for mischief, but genuinely tried to be the perfect heir as a child — though he soon realized that nothing he did really mattered. if he did everything he was supposed to do, fine. that was the minimum expectation. if he acted out, the consequences would just be swept away like the trouble never happened. yoon eunseok had a very particular role to fulfill, you see, and something like proper parenting wasn't going to get in the way of eunseok's father's plan to take over the family company.

and so a monster was born.

2013 (+ 2016) : invited to the club to terrorize the other initiates. wish i was joking about this one. driven to succeed because (a) he plays to win and this is the sort of environment he thrives in, unfortunately, and (b) as a fuck you to the other initiates in his class. interestingly, the actual benefits of being in the king's club are at most a tertiary motivation to eunseok — i guess one of the weaknesses of never concocting your own schemes is that you aren't great at long-term planning. throws notorious parties. kinda notorious, period — there are rumors that he'll hook up with anyone tall and beautiful, regardless of gender (this is true); that he races mclarens on the weekends (this is false); and that he bribed (true), slept with (false), and physically threatened (technically false) his way to the top end of the class. endlessly ambitious and seemingly insatiable, you might be wondering: what's the point, if eunseok's whole deal is that he'll trot obediently back to daddy's side when the man calls?

well, i'm not saying that it's the painful crash at the end. but i'm not not saying that, either. i don't think eunseok really knows, himself.

2024 : the pawn is put in play; the dog is leashed. placed as an evp somewhere, then named coo upon his father's ascension to ceo/chairman/whatever. appears to have chilled out dramatically, but time will tell whether this is maturity, resignation, or mere suppression. :)))))))

PERSONALITY

entj. waffles between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil.

character inspo/parallels include roman roy, sylvain gautier, dorian gray, the cuntier end of taemin's solo discography (stream eternal out aug 19!!!!), the weeknd's trilogy album, nero, and lestat de lioncourt. also my uni roommate's various finance-bro exes. lmao.

all of this to say: think of the most annoying guy you know. think of a shark in the water. think of a poorly-trained bloodhound let off the leash. think of blood, generally — something slick and thrumming and visceral. if eunseok wants something, he will take it, because honestly? eight times out of ten, the taking is what he really wants, in the end.

weirdly intense but deeply unserious lol.

he's no master manipulator . . . moreso a cudgel lol. does very little plotting for how often he seems to be Making Moves(tm). how things never really come back to bite him should be studied in a lab, or maybe made into a hbs case study, but he's smarter than most people give him credit for, particularly in actual business management (unironically i think he would thrive as a logistics guy), but he cares little for mind games and saving face and also likes baiting fights for fun so. yeah.

thinks everyone playing nice is a hypocrite and a dummy! comes across as super arrogant but like in his mind . . . he's just being honest? like, yeah. he's rich. he wins a lot. by virtue of him winning, someone else, e.g., you, are a loser. life is short so why are we wasting time pretending otherwise?

ooough i wanna punch eunseok just reading this back. ironically i'd still absolutely go to the club with him because despite it all you know our boy is good fun. also you'll probably leave with an insane story. but i digress.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

these r. rough but! i'm really very open to brainstorming!!

a childhood friend — someone who witnessed eunseok's various metamorphoses and who is probably the only person, other than eunseok's father, who was unsurprised when eunseok fell in line after graduation. i'm flexible re: the exact contours of the relationship (ride or dies for life! drifted apart! bitter enemies), but i like the idea of someone knowing eunseok better than he knows himself.

2024 : if yr muse is involved with electronics: i present to u the (pending) heir of korea's largest semiconductor manufacturer. mwah ok.

2016 : love, hate, whatever — the point is that eunseok is used to evoking strong reactions. your muse, however, doesn't seem to care at all, nonreactive to flirtation and fury, and that really doesn't sit well with eunseok. tensions are high; maybe this volatility comes to a head.

2016 : alternately, maybe an initiate who has gotten the idea of gaining eunseok's approval into their head (get well soon!). get ready to have your time supremely wasted, buddy.

2016 : another envelope-pusher. yeah, the king's club parties, but you two party, making recklessness a game.

2016 (+2024, maybe!) : the person whose door eunseok finds himself stumbling to when the party's over. in the haze between intoxication and sobriety, you get to see a eunseok that even eunseok doesn't get to see — one that voices insecurities and worries. it's a weird sense of trust, and not even one necessarily tied to fondness (though it could be!). it could also be fun, i think, if they didn't keep in touch but for eunseok drunk-dialing your muse. that'll make the reunion exciting, eh!!

friends. enemies. flings. i don't necessarily know that eunseok's capable of holding down a relationship but i think it could be funny to see him try. in 2024 his family's probably trying to set him up with someone, so that could be something, maybe?

[lizardperson]

well, just you wait

[on ao3]

fandom: original work rating: g wc: 611 prompt: #fff280 seek for insight for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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"For fuck's sake," Quinn murmured, stepping over some boxes in the hallway. What the hell was going on now…

She climbed the extended attic ladder and poked her head up, looking around. "El? You here?"

A grumbling came from between some boxes, and now that Quinn's eyes had adjusted a bit, she could see a faint light in that corner. Carefully trying not to trip over anything while at the same time avoiding the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, she made her way over.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Looking for something," El answered, sitting between dusty boxes, most of them opened, some partly unpacked.

"What's with the spelunking getup?" Quinn laughed when she noticed the headlamp. Where did they even find that thing?

"Unearthing the mysteries of the past," El chuckled without stopping to dig. "Sorry about the mess, I'll clean up later."

"Want a hand?"

"Yes, hold this please." El got up and pushed a pile of books into Quinn's arms. "And this, too." A few more landed on top.

She gave up trying to make out any details on the covers in the faint light, there was too much dust on them anyway. "What are we even looking for?"

El continued digging, and Quinn knew there was no point in repeating the question. She sighed and waited patiently, hoping this little excavation would deliver results soon.

"Ha! Getting closer!" El held up some old film reels and checked the labels, then put them on top of Quinn's stack. This stuff was getting heavy, so she just placed it on the floor. El wordlessly handed her a few more reels.

"Nu, pogodi!" El suddenly exclaimed, holding up yet another reel - apparently they finally found the right one.

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Gesundheit."

"'Nu, pogodi! - Well, just you wait'. That's the name of the cartoon," they explained. "Couldn't for the life of me remember it. Dad used to watch those with me, and I randomly thought of them. Figured they should still be up here somewhere. Bugged the hell out of me that I couldn't think of the name."

Quinn squinted at the old movie. "Oh God, is it that stupid Russian Tom & Jerry ripoff? My dad made me watch those, too."

"Yeah, that's probably where mine got it from, now that I think about it." Their dads had been friends since before they were born.

"Hated them as a kid," Quinn grimaced. "Anyway, if you just wanted to know the title… wouldn't it have been easier to, I don't know, check the internet? Instead of breathing in a decade's worth of dust up here?"

"Probably," El shrugged. "But this is more fun."

"Uh-huh. 'Fun'."

El started going through the boxes again. "There should be a projector here somewhere, too… Wanna watch some retro soviet cartoons with me?"

"Did I mention I hated them? And they probably aged terribly."

"Probably."

"Besides, I bet someone put them online, so we could just stream them, instead of fiddling with this and possibly burning down the house in the process."

"But this has more style," El objected and wiggled their eyebrows.

"True."

"Found it!"

Quinn sighed, somewhat amused by El's antics. "Okay, fine. I propose the following: We'll get this thing downstairs, clean up at least a little bit, and cram the boxes in the hallway back up here. And then, if this old thing still works, we get reasonably drunk and I'll watch some of it with you."

"Deal."

"But this shit better not be your new favorite obsession," Quinn added dryly, half-joking - El definitely had fixated on worse things over the years.

"Well, just you wait…" they chuckled, ignoring Quinn's groan.

[winters-mistress]

Alone No Longer

Gods, Ciri is exhausted. Cold too, so cold that she can no longer feel her legs underneath Vereena's pretty dress. They've been spread wide astride Roach's saddle for hours, catching gust after gust of freezing cold wind, her hair decorated with snowflakes.

Where is she? All the forest looks the same, dark with glowing white trees with glowing white ground, the stars shining bright as she snowstorm ravages on and on.

Where's Geralt? He told her that people bound by destiny would always find each other, he promised her that he'd come to her after she left with his horse. What was in that house? A beeza? A brooksha? Whatever it was was dangerous enough to make his face to chalky white and his eyes black depths because of that potion, and surely that's a bad thing? It has to be, he'd killed things to feed her and never did that. Is that little vial just for monsters? She can't tell, all the girl can tell is that she's lost, cold, exhausted and really sad.

She's greatful that the horse didn't buck her off or hasn't bolted with one of the great roars of wind. Roach could be just as temperamental as her master, she's seen her headbutt him in the face for no reason, and in the next breath lick a long stripe of slobber from chin to hairline. It was very gross, but rather amusing.

"I'm sorry, girl." Ciri moved her leg to run her foot across the cold horse flesh. Her hands are frozen tight to the stirrups, she didn't think she could move them if she tried. "I don't know where to go, what to do?"

What the fuck did Geralt expect her to do? Roach is outside the gate, if anybody other than me leaves this place, ride for your life. Okay, that happened, Vereena was blasted out of the manor, she rode like hell down the hills and streams. But what now? Go somewhere? Go back? Wait for him standing in place? Or keep riding his poor, cold horse in circles until he managed to find them? How could he find them? Surely Roach's tracks were filled with snow now, so what did he want her to do?

Ciri wished now more than ever that he wasn't so grumpy and grouchy and so uncoval, she would really have appreciated another step to that plan of his. Because if he had, she wouldn't be here, cold, tired, lost, riding around in circles just wishing he was here.

Was it Geralt that she wanted? Or Calanthe? Mousack, Eist? Maybe even Dara or Adam. Just somebody to be there, so she didn't have to keep looking over her shoulder as she horse danced in the snow beneath her, waiting for a hunter or a monster or a feather hared Knight who haunted her dreams and made her scream.

"Come on, Geralt." she whispers, wiping the snow from her lips, urging Roach on. The horse continues slowly, she ducks her head down, shivering at the feeling of the snow against the back of her neck. It's cold and wet and she desperately wishes to wake up in Nivelen's lovely bathtub or comfy bed and none of this would have ever happened.

Finally, the girl reaches a hollowed out alcove of a clifface. How far has she ridden? What time is it, will Geralt come?

She can't get off the horse without help. It was only because Nivelen has stored a box near where Geralt situated his mare that Ciri could climb on, but now? No box, no tree stump, no grumpy witcher? She's stuck up here, so once she steers the horse so her side presses against the dry wall, and a pathetic rooftop covers Roach at least, Ciri leans down and rests her face in the damp, knotted mane.

"I'll tell him to brush you whenever he comes back. You deserve as much, don't you, girl? Stuck with me in the eye of the storm." she murmurs. Gods, what kind of crazy person talks to horses? Has her few hours of solitude been the thing that sends her around the twist?

Her face is numb from the cold, and she wishes that either her cloak or Geralt's was there with her. Give her some sort of protection against the elements, because now that she has to be awake the rest of the night, or until the witcher finds her, the last thing she'll do is fall asleep and possibly get her protectors beloved mare stollen or killed.

"Come back, Geralt." she whispers, tears being the only thing that burns her right now. Could Vereena have killed him? Could she have lost another so quickly after her family?

Her eyes want to close, and she fights hard to keep them open. She can do this, maybe he's got a tracker device somewhere, maybe he's been following her this entire time, maybe he's part dog and has caught her scent and is running to them.

She giggles, delirious. Geralt, a dog? She must be loosing it.

She wishes this happened after a full night's sleep, that Vereena didn't start trouble until dawn, half a night sleep after so much exhaustion isn't sufficient. Its hardly good for one's wits to be so tired.

"Geralt." she whispers his name, not sure why. Roach twists her head, winnying. Ciri rubs her leg against the horse again, hoping she won't bolt. Just a moment of rest, that's all she needs. Just a moment-

"Ciri!"

Thr girl wakes with a start, feeling her damp dress stick to her back, and her back pop loudly with how quickly she sits up. Her body tenses and she gasps, but soon sags in the saddle as she finally sees the white haired witcher trudging towards her.

It's light out now, an hour or so after dawn, the sky has a reddish hue. He is a stark contrast against the white of the snow, all black with his hood pulled up, hiding his hair. But his eyes are as bright as ever, and she exhales with relief.

"Thank the gods." she mutters, shaking the snow from her hair. She's not cold anymore, numb now. It's better than shivering, she thinks, and now Geralt can do his witchering stuff and build her a fire to relive her.

Geralt grumbles as he reaches her, he spares a moment to rub at Roach's neck before he stops at Ciri's feet.

"I didn't think you'd go that far." he grumbles, reaching up to grab her. His hands almost connect around her waist, and she's pulled down from the saddle, groaning as she begins to feel her limbs again.

"She wouldn't stop. And you didn't tell me how far to go." Ciri's knees buckle as soon as he puts her on her feet, so he helps her sit instead.

"Gods, you're like ice." He grunts, touching a large hand to her cheek. She closes her eyes, feeling his warmth. How is he so warm? Another witcher trick?

"What happened?" she questions, only now realising that he's got blood on his face. Vereena's blood, Nivillen's?

"Found the bruza, she was feeding on Nivillen." He winces as he says the name. "Tried to get her off, she blasted me away. And we fought for a bit, she tried to bite me. He stabbed her, I ended it. And he told me things that-" he trails off. "-things that changed my opinion of him. We're not going back there." He trails. Ciri doesn't remember hearing him speak so much. He looks at her, scanning and looking for something she's not quite sure of. "I'll get you to a cave somewhere secure-" he decides. "-hunt you down a couple of birds, build a fire to warm you two up." He probably speaks more to himself than her, listing things he needs to accomplish to give himself something else to think about.

"Okay." she whispers, swallowing back another noise as he helps her up. He looks at her again for a moment, unclasping his cloak and sliding it over her shoulders. It's warm, and she sighs with the relief.

"Come on-" but he doesn't let her speak as he picks her up and plops her back onto Roach. He swings up behind her, reaching over to grab the reins. Roach huffs, but begins to walk obediently. "-try and rest, girl. I'll get you to safety."

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 6

*Warning Adult Content*

- Carlos -  

Clutching the plastic evidence bag containing my belongings, I shake my head.

"I'm not working with him."

We stand under the harsh fluorescent lights in the station's lobby, which except for a few dusty fake plants and a row of plastic chairs along the wall, is empty. 

It's nearly midnight.

The chief of police angles a hawkish gray brow at me. 

"Standard consultation fee."

"I think you have me confused with someone else," I say.

"I don't consult with the police. You should contact Julian Hart if you want a psychic."

She puts her hands on her hips, reminding me of how Aunt Toni used to look when she wanted me to do something and there was absolutely no way I was getting out of it.

"First thing I did when I saw those symbols at the crime scene," she says. "He's busy. Out of town with Hunter on some thing."

"Hunter, as in the former detective?"

This comes from John Turner, who hasn't stopped scowling since his boss rescued me.

"One and the same."

"He works with a psychic now?" 

The tiny lift at the corner of his lip reveals his disdain for the idea.

"Well, he married one, anyway. Speaking of, don't you go stealing this one on me, Martinez," she nods at Turner. "I can't afford to keep replacing them."

The flush and look of horror on the detective's face tells me there's a better chance of a snowstorm in Hell.

"Don't worry," I say. "I'll tell you what I know but that's it. I was just tryna help Kyle, not play cop."

The chief eyes me critically. 

"All right. Answer two questions for me, Martinez. Is this some warlock wannabe who found those symbols on the internet somewhere or is this the real deal?"

I swallow. 

I'd rinsed my mouth out in the bathroom but the taste of vomit lingers, stirring my nausea anew. 

"It's the real deal," I say and she nods. "And is this the end of it? Or should we be worried?"

"It's just the beginning," I whisper.

She releases a heavy breath and smooths a hand over her gray hair, which is bound in a neat, single braid. 

"Listen, Martinez. There are indications that Kyle knew his killer. I can't reveal more details until you're onboarded as a consultant but it might shed light on things. Meanwhile, you've got expertise my team needs. You wanna help Kyle, don't you?"

"Yes but..."

"Think about it. Call me when you change your mind." 

She turns to the detective and nods. 

"Take him home."

Turner blinks, taken aback. 

"What?"

"Do you need your hearing checked? I said take him home."

Turner bristles. 

"With all due respect, Chief, I've got a long report to write up and I don't have time to play taxi driver."

Chief Coleridge is a good twelve inches shorter than Turner but as she draws herself up, she seems to grow taller while he shrinks. 

"With all due respect, detective Turner, tell me if I've got the facts straight. According to the statement that you yourself took, Martinez left his vehicle on the other side of town. His phone is dead. The buses stop running at eight and it's past midnight. The man has no shoes, his clothes are wet and it's forty-eight degrees outside. Am I wrong?"

No, but..."

"So, take him home."

Without waiting for a reply, she turns and marches up the stairs to the second floor offices.

Turner mutters a word under his breath. 

"Bitch."

I shift awkwardly from side to side. 

"It's okay, really. It's not that far. I can walk."

The detective looks at me and rubs the back of his head, making me accidentally appreciate the sculpted bulk of his shoulder and biceps. 

His expression softens a little, as if he's seeing me for the first time without his cop glasses on.

"Nah. I fucked up big time tonight and the Chief's got both our balls in a vice. Least I can do is give you a ride. Come on."

He leads the way outside and I follow, wincing as my sore feet encounter freezing concrete. 

I got scraped up pretty bad when Prince Charming here hauled me out of the stream. 

He glances over his shoulder at me and frowns, probably annoyed that I'm not keeping up.

"Wait here," he says. "I'll bring my car around."

He strides off at triple speed and I sigh. 

Yep, he's annoyed.

A moment later, a black, unmarked sedan pulls around the side of the building and comes to a stop. 

The passenger side door pops open and I see Turner at the wheel. 

I get in, shut the door and shiver with relief as I feel warm air blasting from the vents on the dash.

I reach for one, intending to angle it more towards myself and for some reason Turner reaches for the same vent at the same time. 

His hand brushes mine and he snatches it back as if burned.

"It's not contagious," I say, rolling my eyes and hunching in my seat.

"What?"

"The Gay or whatever it is you're afraid of. You're not my type." 

The only lie I've told so far. 

"Besides, you're married, aren’t you?"

He clears his throat. 

"Divorced."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

He turns his attention to the road and I figure the conversation is over. 

He startles me when he speaks again.

"I'm sorry, too. I crossed a line, showing you those photos. I'll be lucky if the chief doesn't write me up for it."

I shake my head. 

"You were just doing your job."

"Not very well, it seems," he sighs. "So, what's the deal, anyway? What did you mean when you told the chief this was 'just the beginning?'"

I glance at him but he's facing forward, eyes on the road. 

He's got a sharp jaw and a strong chin and his nose looks like it's been broken at least once. 

A thin scar bisects one brow and a shadow darkens his hazel eyes, as if he's seen too many things he can't un-see.

"I don't know. I'll have to verify some things with my aunt."

"Your aunt? What, is she a ghostbuster, too or whatever you are?"

"Asesina. My family are 'asesinos.'"

"I thought you said you weren't a murderer?"

I glance at him again in surprise. 

"You speak Spanish?"

"Just a few words. I know that one."

"Oh. Well, yeah, it means killer or murderer. In this case it's 'slayer.' Asesinos de espíritus malos, killers or slayers of evil spirits. That was the, er... the 'family business,' traditionally. My aunt's the last one and she's given it up. She still knows all the shit, though."

"And?"

"And..." I take a breath. 

I recognized the symbols and given what happened to Kyle, there's almost no doubt in my mind as to what they are and yet it still feels like a dream and like saying it aloud will make the nightmare real. 

"It's part of a ritual," I say. "A ritual to summon a powerful demon and gain it's favor."

"A real demon?"

 "No, an imaginary demon."

He glances over and narrows his eyes at me. 

"Fine. Let's say I believe in demons. You said 'part of a ritual.' What's the rest of it?"

A traffic light changes and he comes to a stop, engine idling. 

I stare at the bright red signal, as if it can burn the memories of what I'd seen in those photos from my mind.

"There are three parts," I say. "Three 'feasts' or offerings held at specific times. That was the Feast of Pain. Next is the Feast of Blood. Finally, the Feast of Betrayal, in which the demon possesses and takes the life of a human host."

I shiver so violently i bite my tongue. 

Turner notices and turns up the heat.

"Okay. So what I'm hearing is this killer isn't done."

I shake my head.

"What's he get out of it, anyway? I mean, assuming this 'demon' is real."

I shrug.

"Power, youth, longevity, wealth. Something along those lines, usually."

Turner grunts, but says nothing more.

 The light changes and he drives on, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

A few minutes later, we arrive at the garage. 

He pulls around the back, close to the stairs that lead up to my apartment and parks.

"Thanks for the ride," I say, opening the door. "And don't worry. I'll let you know if I have any helpful information to share but otherwise I want nothing to do with this. In fact, I want to stay as far away from it as possible."

He nods. 

"Good. I respect the chief but I've already got a partner and no desire to run around playing Scooby Do."

I get out, wincing as my bare feet encounter cold, sharp gravel. 

Turner reaches over and opens his glove box, rummages within and extracts a business card.

"Call me if you've got something real for me."

I resist the urge the flip him off 'barely' and take the card, slamming the door shut with a little more force than needed. 

He drives away.

Wearily, I climb the stairs, unlock my door and let myself in. 

Then I toss his card in the trash, take a shower and fall into bed.

I wake, early the next morning, to something tickling my face. 

I brush it away. 

I'm tickled again. 

I brush it off again and roll over.

Spiders don't bother me, little eight-legged freak can go fuck itself.

Meanwhile, my alarm hasn't even gone off yet and I had a late, traumatic night.

A sharp slap has me wide awake and bolt upright in bed.

"What the fuck?"

I peel something off my forehead. 

It's Detective Turner's card. 

Meanwhile, my phone, which I didn't take the time to plug in the night before, is fully charged and placed helpfully beside my bed.

"Are you fucking with me, Kyle? You want me to work with the cops? Is that why you led me under the bridge?"

The temperature in the room drops a good ten degrees and the light in my closet flicks on.

"Are you kidding me?"

The light fizzles and pops and I raise my hands in surrender.

"All right, all right. Don't burn the house down. I'll call him. You happy now?"

The light flicks back on.

Great.

I make a mental note to pick up some warding supplies in town, set some basic roommate bounds. 

I don't mind Kyle sticking around but I don't want him watching me sleep.

In the meantime, I study the name on the card.

"Well, Mr. John M. Turner," I sigh. "Looks like you and I get a second date. Set up by a ghost. Too bad you don't bat for my team."

The light in the closet goes out.

I admit defeat and reach for my phone.

[a-real-zero]

My name is Billy Zero aka A REAL ZERO

I'm a near-fourty year old, single male metalhead from Southern New Hampshire. Heavy Music is my life! I'd say I'm a bit of an enthusiast to say the least. I eat, sleep, shit and breathe the many different bands and genres that make up the heavy music scene. However, I do have a solid variety of interests, otherwise.

I thoroughly enjoy sports. I'm not the most athletic person alive, but I LOVE my Boston teams, and I'm DIEHARD for them all. We truly are the #cityofchampions, and I support all my hometown teams enthusiastically!

I enjoy video games, even at my borderline mid-life age. Specifically PlayStation, because that's just the console I have been partial to my whole life thus far. It's just so much better than Xbox, and even though PC trumps all, especially graphic-wise, I'll never turn my back on the PlayStation console .

I have recently gotten back into wrestling [WWE], as well. I grew up loving it, but it really started to go downhill for quite some time, and so subsequently, my interest faded. However, now with Vince stepping down and selling the multi-billion dollar company, and them keeping Triple H [Paul L.] as the main man in charge, it is incredible how much things have turned around. It's become an enjoyable product once again, and very much so worth reinvesting my time into. And so I will...

I'm sure everyone will agree with my interest in entertainment, and by that, I mean primarily movies and TV series. I'm a bit of a movie buff these days, and I love throwing on one of the fifteen million streaming apps and binge-watching an entire series or season of a series. I mean these days, who doesn't?

For some reason, I really admire architecture. More specifically, city skylines and unique, diverse looking stadiums and arenas that are the homes to specific sports teams and franchises. I can't, for the life me, figure out why nor remember when this obsession and admiration first came to fruition, but it's been quite some time now and it doesn't seem to be going anywhere, either. Lol.

In a nutshell, that is what I, A REAL ZERO, am all about interests-wise. Heavy Music is my main thing. I call myself a heavy music enthusiast because of how frequently I listen to or talk about it. It's my life! It's also the MAIN point of this blog, so expect to see more of that than anything else. I enjoy writing and blogging my perspective takes, opinions, and reviews on heavy music, not to mention just about anything I find interesting enough to write about. So I decided I wanted to create my own little slice of the www [pie], and have somewhere where I can comfortably share my love for heavy music and all my common interests, or hate, depending the specifics of what I'm writing about at the time.

Expect to read many heavy music album reviews, featured band showcases with ratings, heavy music news, my most anticipated upcoming drops, my top bands of any given moment, and so much more pertaining to music, aswell as just about anything pertaining to my other topics of interest.

Please remember that any and every thing you read here is all just my perspective and opinion. If we share interests, and opinions of said interests, then that's just fucking dandy, but PLEASE do NOT take offense to anything you read and don't agree with. Like I said, it's merely just my OPINION! And this is my blog so...

Thank you, and I hope you find whatever you read here useful and/or entertaining and worth your time. If not, it's too bad because, like I said, this is MY slice of pie, not yours! 😉

**My Tumblr blog is just a temporary home to hold me over while I'm currently designing my actual website. I figured why wait on the blogging, because I want to write about things sometimes and couldn't without a website being complete. So that's a work in progress...but it is coming!

[surrexi]

okay but the ABSOLUTE BEST, MOST MAGNIFICENT AND MOST ICONIC lotr extra is the story of The Day Viggo Kissed Billy, which must be viewed to be properly appreciated, but essentially, they were filming sam and rosie's wedding and sean astin was being super fucking weird about giving sarah mcleod a closed-mouth kiss as part of his job as an actor so on every take it was super awkward and peter jackson kept trying and trying and trying to get sean to do his job for two seconds please i promise we'll tell your wife it was only one take just please imagine you are sam and you are in love with rosie and happy to marry her. and viggo (and, hilariously, viggo's son) were on set watching. and viggo's like hmm, sean needs inspiration for how to kiss an actor who is not one's spouse because it's your job, so he goes and gets billy boyd from his trailer and brings him to set like "hey you gotta help me help sean with something" and billy's like "yeah cool" and they stand there clapping and cheering for sam/rosie behind the camera during a couple takes to help sean get the happy vibe then viggo turns to billy boyd and fully kisses him for like six full seconds, possibly even slipping him a bit of tongue. everyone is like OH DAMN, and then laughing, and sean is like "hey wait a second i'm jealous, you kissed me at that one party (which was apparently totally fine with me and my wife, even though it wasn't during an acting job)" then finally sean astin manages to complete the apparently incredibly onerous task of giving the incredibly professional and chill sarah mcleod a peck on the lips that doesn't make it look like sam actually secretly hates rosie and would rather eat dirt than kiss her.

and billy boyd describing the kiss is iconic, and viggo saying he'd been secretly wanting to kiss billy but they probably shouldn't talk about that is a goddamn delight.

but the best best BEST ABSOLUTE FUCKING BEST PART is that DOMINIC MONAGHAN HAD CLEARLY NEVER HEARD THE STORY BEFORE AND WE GET TO SEE HIM HEAR ABOUT IT AND REACT TO IT and then he says, verbatim, "billy boyd gets himself about. i know for a fact he's kissed... five members of the fellowship."

*CHEF'S KISS*

honestly worth the cost of the entire extended edition trilogy on blu-ray just to have that less-than-five-minutes-long segment of the "cameras in middle earth" special feature lmao

favorite bits of the cast interviews in the LOTR special features:

Dominic Monaghan, Billy Boyd, Elijah Wood and Viggo Mortensen all taking the piss out of Orlando Bloom for going on about a cracked rib too much, while Orlando Bloom desperately tries to wriggle out of talking about it (special mention to Elijah Wood’s “oh it hurts, babes, and I can’t ride the horse, babes” and Viggo Mortensen’s “they can be very fragile, elves, especially the…Mirkwood strain…”)

Ian McKellen commenting that “they never did find any suitable underwear for Gandalf…”

Dominic Monaghan going on and on about how Viggo Mortensen apparently had a crush on one of the Rohirrim extras (who like a lot of the Rohirrim extras was a woman in a fake beard) while Vigoo Mortensen just mutters “one could perhaps say something about Mr. Monaghan’s…proclivities…”

Dominic Monaghan’s imitation of John Rhys-Davies ordering food at a restaurant for the whole cast. “You have partridge? BRING THE PARTRIDGE!”

John Rhys-Davies talking about an incident with the Lothlorian boats and saying “if an elf and a dwarf are in a boat…and…the boat goes under…let us say that the blame was not placed on the elf” while Orlando Bloom splutters “he’s a big guy, man!” 

Elijah Wood talking about how the hobbit actors shared a trailer with Ian McKellen and sometimes they would hear inarticulate bellows of protest from his side when they played loud music in the mornings

Viggo Mortensen talking about how, while filming with those same boats, Kirin Shaw (Elijah Wood’s scale double) started telling him “if the boat tips over…save yourself…I can’t swim.” 

Elijah Wood describing how Sean Astin would try to direct the helicopters to land while they were on location, while the other three hobbits were screwing around and throwing pinecones at each other

Christopher Lee recounting how he had so much trouble going up some steps in Orthanc with his long robe that he stopped in the middle of the scene and said, “I cannot get up these goddamn steps, Peter.” 

Viggo Mortensen mentioning that he left a weekend rehearsal and went walking down the street still swinging his sword around, and promptly got the cops called on him

[nanamis-aiko]

It really wasn't a good time for these past few days... Another argument ensued between you two and everything has been quiet none of you were messaging each other.

With a sigh, you prepared yourself for everything to end. You know it'll hurt. You wish it doesn't at all but what can you do? You didn't want to admit it but you check on him the way you'd know how without disturbing him.

"He must be worried." You tell yourself but it feels hard to accept that. Even if it was true. "I messed up." That's what you have at the back of your mind. You sighed again. Tears silently stream down your cheeks.

You can't hold a grudge over the people you deeply care about but the feeling of injustice is still there so you end up hurting yourself more.

Your phone pinged. You hurried to hold it and clumsily do so. You were thinking of your friends messaging you but to your horror, you saw your boyfriend's nickname in the notifications. He left a voice message.

"This is it. I guess..." You braced yourself. You played the message.

"Baby? You're home, right? Hello? Why aren't you answering?" He slurred. He's drunk. "Ah shit. Didn't I press call? Baby? Fuck." He cursed. There was a few seconds of silence. "I'm sorry... Oh shit." He chuckled. "I don't think you wanted to hear that... This is a voice message, right? So you'll definitely get this."

Confusion plagued your mind. Your tears pool in your eyes and fall like rivers. "This s it." You thought.

"I can't be the person you wanted. Not like the ones you see in books and shows... I wish I could be... But I don't have powers. I'm not an elf or an angel or a demon..."

You couldn't keep yourself up.

"But fuck it. I'm gonna love you the way I can. Fuck those- fucking... fucking... Fuck men!" You heard shuffling from the voice message. "No not me. Not fuck me. Wait. I want you to fuck me. Ah shit..."

You tried not to laugh but you realized something more important. What was he doing when he was saying all this. He's drunk. Is he outside? You shot up and thought about him sitting somewhere but it's cold already.

He laughed. "I'm trying to be selfless here... I want to let you go if that makes you happier... But... I don't really want to... I want you... I love you..."

You stopped from your frenzy of preparing to go out.

"Fuck it. If me wanting you to stay makes me selfish, then I want to keep being selfish. But I promise... I'll leave you alone if you need me to."

You started to curse. "You stupid fucking idiot!" You remembered how you always become so excited when you're watching this in dramas but now you're in the receiving end, you understand now why the main characters act this way.

"I'm coming to you, Baby. Just wait for me..."

"Fuck waiting! I'm going!" You screamed as if he'd hear you. You wanted to punch him so much but most of all you wanted to jump into his arms.

You frantically looked around and saw him sitting on a park bench. You ran to him. "Baby! Are you okay?!"

He groaned. "I have a wife." He lifted his head and looked at you. "Oh. That's you." He smiled.

Your cheeks heated up. You smacked his shoulder. "Why did you come here drunk?! This is far from your place!"

"I hate my place... I wanna be with you..." He sincerely said. "I can't think straight without you..."

You dropped your shoulders. You helped him up and walked back to your house.

"I realized... I needed you just as much as you needed me. Actually, I need you more than I want to admit."

You listened to him. You remembered all the arguments and can only think that you caused everything. You can't help but feel like you're only a burden to him. That you'll always let him down. You wanted to say that but you're scared. You think that these problems happen because of those. You brushed the thought off and opened the door to your house.

"Please, don't be quiet..."

"Huh?"

"I know what you look like when you want to say something."

You shook your head. "It's okay..."

"It's not. Please talk to me..."

"I'll be fine... It's okay."

"Baby, please." He kneeled and held onto you. "Talk to me... Don't push me away..." He cried. You hugged him and he reciprocated by squeezing you in his arms. "I don't want to lose you ever... Not even to you..."

You laughed. "That's too mean..."

You helped him to the couch. You wanted to get a few more things for him but he held you there. No intention of letting go.

"I'm scared. Please stay..."

"I'm not gonna leave..."

"Still... Stay..."

"Okay." You brushed his hair and kissed his head. "I love you."

"I love you too..."

— OIKAWA, Atsumu, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Terushima

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You and Jax take time away at the cabin and enjoy some time in the woods.

"We should have brought more bug spray."

You waved your hand in front of your face as Jax chuckled, "I ain't having any problems darlin."

You huffed, "well Teller, it's not my fault I'm tasty and you're not."

Jax smirked and wrapped his arm around you, "the bugs have good taste."

You flopped your head against his shoulder, "I'm really glad we could get away, it's nice to have some quiet."

You were sitting by the stream behind the cabin, Jax had his hand on your leg, "it has been nice." His eyes drifted over your body, "I like this outfit, it's very old fashioned paleontologist."

You giggled, "I think that's just because of the khaki."

He smiled, his eyes wrinkling, "you do look hot, I can see us fucking in some tomb somewhere."

You shook your head, "gross dude, do you want to get cursed?"

He leaned in and dropped his forehead to yours then pressed his lips to yours, "I'd take that risk."

You pecked him and stood up, "I'm going to get get us lunch, you wait here." You walked off towards the cabin and Jax sighed, looking around for something to do while he waited. His eyes landed on an old hunk of dried wood and he went over and picked it up then pulled his knife from its sheath and made himself comfortable.

Jax smiled without thought as you came from behind a tree, "what are you doing over there?"

He twirled the knife in his hand, "whittling."

You smiled, "whittling. Wow, what's next, are you going to build me a log cabin?"

Jax sucked on his tongue and you sat next to him with the food, "maybe." Your eyes fell to his hands.

"You see something you like darlin?"

You nodded, "you are very good with that knife."

He smirked, "yeah, I know."

You sighed, "you have such an ego, a few days in the woods and you think you're a woodsman."

He huffed, "I am."

You shook your head, "oh really?" He put the knife and half carved bit of wood down and took a bite of his lunch, "yep, and if you keep this up, I'm going have to prove it to you."

You and Jax had finished lunch and were wondering the area, going back and forth about Jax's knowledge, "alright, what do you do if you get attacked by a bear?"

He smiled, "if it's black, fight back and if it's brown, lay down."

You snorted, "you only know that because I told the same thing to Abel."

Jax nodded, "I also remember you telling Abel the rhyme about snakes, red touching black, safe for Jack. Red touching yellow, kill a fellow."

"Wow, so are you saying I'm the better woodsman?"

He shook his head, "maybe, you know I know you can't do?"

You smiled and looped your arm around his, "what?"

He pressed his lips to your ear, "outrun me."

You swallowed, "you wanna test that?"

His lips never left your skin, "sure, I'll give you the chance to run and if I catch you, you admit I'm better at this than you."

"And if you don't catch me?"

The trademark Teller smirk covered his face, "I will."

You took a step back, "you're not going to catch me Jackson."

He smiled like a hungry animal, "run."

You sprinted off, taking a sharp right at the stream to take the faster route to the cabin, you could hear Jax following behind you, the twigs snapping under his feet. The cabin appeared over the horizon and you looked behind you as you ran, Jax had disappeared and you looked around in suspicion. You headed for the door, trying to be quiet in case Jax was hiding behind a tree waiting for you.

You were right, just as you got to the front door, Jax appeared. You dodged his long arms and seeking hands and headed for the back door, closing it just as Jax's fingers got close enough to grab. You looked at him through the flyscreen and Jax smiled, "go and hide little girl, it will only make it sweeter when I catch you."

There was a pause as you stood on opposite sides of the door, waiting for someone to react. Jax moved first, walking back towards the front door and your heart leapt as you looked for a place to hide. You settled on the storage cupboard in the back of the house, listening carefully for the sound of Jax moving around.

You swore you could hear him in the bedroom and the realisation that he was going through your luggage for something hit you like a ton of bricks, he was looking for the leather cuffs you had packed. 

"What about these?"

Jax smirked, "alright, but only if you're the one getting tied up."

You shook your head, "why are you so hesitant to let me tie you up. You enjoy it every time?"

He smiled and pulled you in close, brushing your cheek with his lips, "because when I tie you up, you beg for me so well. You don't do that when I'm the one in the cuffs." 

"You are insufferable." 

You pressed your body to the back of the cupboard and held hand to your mouth, the rush of excitement making you want to yell out to entice him. "Oh little girl, where are you?" You breathed out, waiting for him to come closer. You could hear him walking around the cabin, opening doors, each time he came to a new area, he'd make a big show of looking around, "well, you're not in the bathroom, but I knew that, you're too smart to hide in there." 

He got closer, going from room to room, then the door rattled, "are you in here little girl?" The door opened and you met eyes, Jax smirking in victory, "found you." You tried to run but there was no way you were going to clear the doorway with Jax's massive frame in it. He grabbed you and pressed your chest against the wall, sliding the cuff over one hand and then the other, "do I get my price now?"

"You won fair and square." He spun you around and kissed you hard, then pulled you away from the wall, took your cuffed wrists in his hand and walked you to the bedroom and to the end of the bed, "how are you going to get my clothes off with my hands cuffed behind my back?"

He tilted his hip to flash the knife, "how do you think." He pushed you onto the bed, gripped your jeans, unzipped them, and tugged them off, leaving your panties on.

"You right with your hands behind your back?"

You rolled your shoulders, "maybe not, I think my hands are going to go numb."

Jax flipped you over and separated your hands then flipped you on your back and relinked your hands in front of you, "better?"

You nodded, "much, thank you." Jax smiled and pressed his lips to yours, "good girl."

The knife came out of its home and he held it in front of your face, "do you trust me?"

"With my life."

Jax smiled softly and waved at you to get comfortable on the pillows, "don't move now." He pulled your collar away from your skin and started cutting your top away, you were unable to take your eyes off him as he sliced with the skill of a surgeon, "are you enjoying yourself?"

You swallowed, Jax's eyes were filled with concentration, "oh yes, most definitely."

He licked his lips, sliding the tip of the knife between your skin and the sleeve of your top. "Good because there's more to come." He took his time cutting your top off, his fingers flexing around the knife. His longer fingers looked even longer as they manipulated the blade through the fabric.

Your top came free, leaving you in only your bra and panties, "shame, I did like that top."

You huffed, "well Jackson, you didn't need to cut if off me."

He smirked, "the look on your face was worth it, I bet you're soaking." He the knife down and ran the backs of his fingers over your covered slit, the gentle touch causing you to shudder, "yep, soaked. I should bring out my knife more often."

Your bra went next, the knife was back in his hand and right against your skin as he cut it away, the cold metal creating goosebumps along your flesh. He pulled away the ruined lace and moved to your panties, slicing them off in two short moves on each hip. "You look so pretty like this?"

You smiled, "naked and tied up? I know."

He shook his head, "you should, if you don't I haven't been doing my job as your old man." Your arms were still in front of you and Jax seemed to want to remedy that as he lifted your arms and pressed your wrists down into the pillow, "don't move them."

You smiled, "I'll try."

He tutted, "I'm so good to you and you always misbehave, what am I going to do with you?"

You smiled, "fuck me until I can't walk."

Jax smiled, "yeah, that's what you want?"

You nodded, "yes please."

He climbed on top of your and ran his hands from your wrists to your ribs, "your skin is so soft." His lips pressed to your skin, covering every inch he could reach before landing on your core, "are you going to be good for me?"

He settled between your legs and you brought them onto his shoulder, tapping his head with your knee, "you'll only know if you get to it." Jax huffed and chuckled against your skin.

"I'm in a merciful mood so you can cum anytime you want but if you keep this up, this morning will be your last one for the rest of our trip."

You lifted your hands above the pillow, leaving your arms down, "I'll be good, I promise."

Jax smiled, "good girl." He dropped his head and used his hand to spread you open then dived in like a man dying of hunger. You gasped as his plump lips surrounded your clit and he slid two of his long fingers inside you.

"Jax, please."

You felt him smile and replace his tongue with his thumb, "I'm gonna give you what you need, don't worry." He circled his thumb on your clit while his lips pressed to your inner thighs, going back and forth between left and right until you were squeezing your legs to bring him in closer. "I get the message." He sealed his lips around you again, his fingertips pressing to your G-spot.

It was hard to keep your hands up above your head as you came, the urge to thread your fingers through Jax's soft hair almost unbearable. He lifted his head again, and slowed his fingers, working you back to gently until he was kissing up your body and to your mouth, "you want more?"

You nodded, "please." Jax kissed you slowly, his lips fitting to yours perfectly.

"Of course darlin." You wrapped your legs around his waist as he grabbed his cock and notched it at your entrance, kissing you again as he slid inside you. "Ah fuck."

You giggled, "are you alright my love."

He nipped your neck, "just great, fuck you're tight." Jax dropped his weight onto you and gave you time to adjust to his size, one of his hands coming down to rub your clit.

When your lips found his neck, his hips started moving, a slow grind that had you flexing your feet from the warm fullness spreading through your core. "Good?"

You moaned, "great, more please."

Jax laughed softly, "my good girl, I love how greedy you are for me." His lips found yours as he pushed into you, his hips moving like the waves of a steady ocean.

Your nails dug into his back as you got closer to the edge, you could feel every ridge of his cock as he lifted himself up on the hand that wasn't on your clit to gain more leverage, "cum for me again darlin." You were powerless to deny him, biting into his shoulder as you squeezed his cock for all its worth.

"Fucking hell, you're going to kill me."

You giggled, "good way to die though."

Jax smiled and rubbed your nose with his, "damn right it is." He sped up as he chased his own high, grunting into your neck like a hungry animal." He kissed you as he came, his lips firm on yours as he overwhelmed your senses with the kiss. He stayed still for a while, catching his breath while he waited for the quivering in your core to pass so he could roll off you.

Before he did, he uncuffed your hands and kissed your wrists then the back and front of each hand before kissing every one of your fingers, "you good?"

You smiled, "I'm great."

Jax mirrored your smile, "I'm going to clean you up, you wait here." You watched him walk into the bathroom, his bare backside pulling your thoughts back to other activities. Jax came back with a grin, "you are such a perv."

You put a hand to your chest, "me? I was just appreciating my old man's peachy butt."

Jax wiped you down and threw the cloth into the piles of cut clothes, "sleep?" You nodded with a yawn as he pulled you into his embrace and rested your head on his chest, placing his large hand on top of your head, "yes, please."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, "goodnight darlin."

"Goodnight beloved."

Fin

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STUPID FOR YOU, wilbur soot

chapter 002, surprise meetings

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- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, swearing, playful banter

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which (y/n) finally gets to meet their best-friends for the first time.

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, second chapter is here!! finally, after me debating on what to add and what not to for nearly a week.

───TWITCH STREAM & IRL

"Chat, I don't know where they are, I've been trying to call them for the past half hour!" Alec sighed as he cut the call before your voicemail began speaking for the nth time so far.

"'Have you tried calling them?' Okay chat, you're very helpful." Eden rolled her eyes as the two watched as the chat scrolled by quickly, barely processing what most of the messages were saying as they only focused on finding your username somewhere in the sea of text or any information on where you could possibly be.

Sinking into his seat, Alec rubbed their face before grabbing their phone and speaking up. "Okay I'll try one more time and if they don't pick up we're just going to continue on without (Y/N), alright?"

While it didn't seem like the two were worried by the fact that you weren't responding to any of their calls and messages—you were a busy person after all so it wouldn't be the first time you'd lost track of time doing something—there was still a feeling that they couldn't quite ignore that told them otherwise. Something was off, they couldn’t quite tell what but they could feel something wasn’t quite right.

Putting the call on speaker, they didn't even realize they were holding their breath until they heard your voice on the other end after nearly six rings. The two collectively shared a sigh of relief as they finally heard your voice.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank god—"

"Where the fuck are you?" Despite his increase in volume, there wasn't much roughness to his voice. You could practically hear the concern in Alec’s voice as the phone was taken by Eden who followed up with, "Are you alright? You said you'd join half an hour ago—wait where are you? Why does it sound like you just ran a marathon?"

Letting out a breathless laugh, you took a moment to catch your breath before answering, leaving Alec and Eden (and chat) to wait impatiently as you took your time doing so.

"Well, you could maybe open your door and find out the answer to that." The sound of knocking could be heard through the phone but also, from the other side of Eden and Alec's front door. The pair looked at each other with wide eyes before scrambling to leave, not missing a beat as they dropped the phone and ditched the live stream to reach the front door.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

You couldn't hear anything from the phone but from the other side of the door, the sounds of people rushing down the stairs tugged a smile at the corner of your lips. Glancing down at your feet where you had set up your camera to record the moment, you quickly made sure it was all set before turning back towards the door.

It was finally happening. You thought to yourself. You were finally going to be able to meet your friends in real life!

The sound of locks fumbling opening caught your attention and before you could even get a single word out, you were pulled forward and engulfed into the arms of your best-friends.

"Oh my god." One of them mumbled as they held you impossibly closer. It was hard to make out who was talking when you were all so close with barely enough space for oxygen.

Alec was the first to pull away but Eden only tightened her grip on you and went to rest her head on your shoulder in his absence.

"How are you here—why are you—tell me this isn't a dream?" They could barely make out a proper sentence. It felt like his brain was processing everything but also nothing at the same time and in all honesty, you couldn’t blame him.

"I told you I had a surprise." Your response pulled a smile onto his lips and he went back to hug you, making Eden shift to the side so as to not get crushed between the two of you. "Okay can I please breathe, you're both like, crushing my lungs right now."

"No, you get to suffer for making us worried when you didn’t answer any of our calls and messages." Eden replied simply, though she quickly came to regret it as you somehow managed to pop your head up with a shit eating grin on your face.

"Awee, you were worried about me?" You teased making her roll her eyes.

"I'm going to suffocate you."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

"Hi chat!" You greeted Alec’s stream who excitedly greeted you back through the forms of messages ranging from 'OMG' and 'THEY MET UP' to straight up keyboard smash that made you laugh.

For the next few minutes, the stream chat was completely unreadable. Messages flew by quicker than they could notice and every time one of you began to read one message, it would be gone in the blink of an eye. The three of you originally thought that as the stream progressed, the chat would calm down and return to how it normally was but as more time went by and the chat still remained unreadable, you all realized that perhaps you had underestimated their excitement for your arrival.

“They’re home chat! Look!” It took you a second to register that Eden had referred to you arriving here as home. “Well only for a bit, but still!”

Forcing a cough in hopes of covering the smile, you nodded. “I am, I’ll be spending my spring break here.”

The stream went by just like how all of your other celebration streams would normally go: the three of you would fool around and talk about anything that came to mind while occasionally pausing when a mediashare sparked a conversation then return to your normal shenanigans. The only difference this time however, was that you were finally there with them. You were home. There was no need to worry about technical difficulties on your end or interruptions that seemed to always happen. There was no need to answer questions wondering when the three of you would meet up with hopeful expressions and there was finally no need to say goodbye once the stream was done which seemed to come quicker than expected.

It didn’t even feel like two hours had passed but when Alec pointed out that it was now 10:44pm, you all knew that it was time to say good-bye and for the first time—but not the last—it was only to chat and not each-other.

"Well chat, it's late now. We've not had dinner, (Y/N) didn't even get to rest after their flight so we're going to end the stream here. One of us will probably be live tomorrow, maybe, maybe not, who knows!" Alec said, watching as all the messages in chat turned into variations of ‘Goodbye.’

"Do expect content though, I promise you'll at least get a vlog by the end of this." You added and, if it was even possible, the chat went by faster.

"Alright that'll be all for tonight, goodbye chat! Byee!"

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE 2.0, i swear you'll see wilbur next chapter. just didn’t want it to feel so rushed (because that how i felt when i originally tried to have them meet in this chapter before changing it). anyways i hope you enjoyed this chapter and i will be working on the next chapter after my midterms are done (so in march).

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Dusk til Dawn

Part 4

Summary: Following Episode 9. And spoilers for Episode 10. 

Author’s note: As Episode 10 is just released I just want to say heads up for those who are not yet finished. Completing the game without spoilers really made a difference, and as much as possible I want everyone to experience that. And for those finished, I’ll gladly welcome you to my domain where MC took a different route.

Disclaimer:  I do not own Duskwood or any of the related characters. Duskwood is created by and owned by Everbyte Studio. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Duskwood story belong to Everbyte Studio.

Warning: Mentions of blood, suicide, violence, pedophiles, drugs, gun, murder, sex offenders, kidnapping

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Cleo: Oh my gosh

Damn.

The gravity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks.

Of course, it is real but hearing Hannah for the first time just made this whole scenario even more real. And she's alive! This shit for brains took and hid her somewhere in the forest.

You tried to focus on the audio, finding something, anything that could indicate where he took her. But suddenly you're unable to hear her anymore. It is almost like her cries are being drowned out by something like some sort of static, a heavy rain, or like water running, perhaps a stream. It technically sounds like white noise but louder.

Dan: What’s this? Cleo: Something is breaking up the connection! You: Damn! Bad timing Dan: Do something hackerman! Jake: I can try filtering out the noise. Lilly: Hurry up!

You're not sure what Jake did but within seconds, the sound becomes even more distorted and indistinguishable with a mixture of high- and low-pitched sounds, it was fizzy and sounded almost like when you're finding a signal for a radio station, but another radio station transmits the same frequency that causes it to overlap. One thing you guarantee is it's not pleasant to the ears but after a moment, clarity soon comes in.

"The noise is gone," you whispered. You can now hear Hannah once again.

Dan: What the hell is he doing to her?! Lilly: I don’t want to hear this You: I’m sorry, Ly You can turn it off. Let us handle it

Soon after you said that, the sound suddenly becomes inaudible until you can't hear anything no more. And then you got kicked out from the server.

"We got kicked out!" Jessy exclaimed.

You: What happened? Jake: We have lost the connection.

Just as you feared. You haven't even gotten to fully get any valuable information, aside from hearing Hannah suffer from whatever Hanson did to her. It's fucking unbearable.

Cleo: Can you get it running again, Jake? Jake: I will try. Give me a few minutes. Jessy: Okay

"I guess we're going to have to wait." Jessy breathed out, clearly disturbed by what she had listened to.

"Jake's got this." You tried to assure her, but it seems like you're trying to reassure yourself as well. "He has to."

"I hope so," she sighed and stood up. "I'll go back to my post then."

"Jessy," you called, also standing up. You tugged her by the hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, "you, okay?"

She hummed softly. "Trying to. Don't worry about me, okay?" With gentle hands, she cupped your cheeks, flashing you a reassuring smile. "Go and sit down. I know you need time to analyze these facts. I can see the gears turning in your head, you know?"

You let out a soft chuckle, "how'd you know that?"

It's not actually further from the truth. You're already trying to note carefully what transpired earlier, but you also want to make sure she's okay first. What you just heard is really disturbing.

"You tend to do that eye thing, like mechanically moving them like you were thinking. It's adorable, really." She tapped your cheeks lightly before retreating them. "Goodluck, Y/n Sherlock."

"You, too, Jessy Watson."

As you went back to your seat, you try to remember the facts presented to you, and what you guys have noted. In case Jake couldn't restore the connection, you could at least narrow down Hanson's location as per what you heard from his audio.

The first thing you noticed is the lack of crowd and the sound of cars or traffic. So, it's safe to say where he drove to is pretty isolated. The second thing is you kept hearing his footsteps against what you assume as dried leaves and twigs, the additional sound of crickets and owls gave it away that he is, in fact, somewhere along the forest.

But where exactly?

The forests in Duskwood are massive.

It's like looking for a needle in a pile of hay. You need to narrow it down further.

You also noted that before you lost connection, you all heard some sort of static. Perhaps a signal interference, a common occurrence in dead zones where reception is practically non-existent, thus disrupting the connection. It could also be a sound that is similar to flowing water like a stream, or river. It could also be rain, but you scratch that thought because it's not a rainy season in Duskwood right now.

Either way, all of those could be feasible, but it doesn't exactly help you to pinpoint a location. But you assume if Hanson is really preparing to kill Hannah tomorrow, he could have not chosen a random place. This place might have some connection to Jennifer, and that's what you currently don't know. Maybe the others have an idea.

With this information at your disposal, you felt a little prepared for the discussion of evidence later. Maybe you could put pieces and pieces together afterward with the help of the group.

You were so deep in thought that when your phone rang, you almost jumped out of your seat. Jake was starting a video call, and your heart dropped. This doesn't sound like good news to you.

You scrambled to your seat and went towards Jessy's place so, you can still guard by the window while you were in a call.

"I am afraid I am unable to re-establish the connection."

Your face fell. Just as you thought.

"Oh, no." Jessy looks so disappointed. Just like you, she has higher hopes for this.

You let out a resigned sigh. "Okay. So, what do we do now?"

"We have to find out where Michael is, at any cost," Thomas spoke up, looking distressed as ever. You can't imagine how the audio affected him, especially Lilly.

"Yeah, and quickly." Dan agreed.

"We need to analyze what we heard earlier." You suggested, determined to turn this setback into a stepping stone. "That way we might be able to narrow down his possible locations."

"Y/n's right," Jessy seconded, she knew you already thought about this. "Let's just recap. I'm sure we'll find something helpful."

"Okay, let's begin."

"So," Jessy prompted. "First, we heard Michael driving a car."

"It has a consistent speed. Neither too slow nor fast, like he's being careful."

"You think Hannah's with him?" Thomas questioned. "In the car, I mean."

"Mhm," Lilly hums in approval. "Possible."

"Or probably not. We did hear Hannah only after we heard some rattling of chains or something." You pointed out. "But then again, Hannah could be passed out that time."

"Yeah, I think that must have been some kind of gate or something," Cleo added, followed by Thomas's agreement.

"I think so, too. Then he got Hannah."

"Did he carry her?" Cleo questioned once more.

That made you pause for a bit, you never thought of it but you remember that "it sounds like he was walking more slowly. It's possible."

"In any case," Dan interjected. "Our feathered friend wasn't expecting any visitors. Otherwise, he wouldn't have walked around with Hannah so nonchalantly."

"That could be true," you muttered. "Maybe he knows the area is secluded and nobody would even go there in the middle of the night."

"The metal sound at the end sounded pretty strange," Cleo mentioned. "Did you all notice?"

"Yeah, we did," Jessy affirmed.

"What do you think it was?"

"I think it's static. More like an interference." You commented. This is what you have been thinking earlier. That sound could mean a lot of things, and whatever it was, you think it could point to where Hannah is.

"Whatever it was," Jessy mused. "The connection broke off shortly after."

"The connection was already getting worse before," Thomas noted.

"He's right," You agreed as you remembered it as well. "When we heard Hannah for the first time."

"You mean that static noise?" Cleo clarified.

"What if that was because of that weird object, too?" Lilly suggested. "The closer Michael got to that object, the louder the noise got.

"Possible," You replied. "Signal interference can be caused by lots of things. A dead zone perhaps. Maybe he entered one."

"I don't know enough about them to say anything." Jessy shrugged. "Maybe Jake knows something."

"Yes, that is correct, Y/n." Jake agreed. If anyone knows something about signals and interferences, your man will be Jake. You got an idea about it, of course, but it wouldn't probably suffice. "However, I would have to research which those are."

You massaged your temples with your free hand. You expected Jake to at least know something about it. Time is running, you won't have enough time for that.

"We don't have time for that," Thomas voiced out your exact thoughts. But you knew you don't really have much choice.

"Anyhow, that static noise, or whatever that was, could be an important clue."

"Hmm," Jessy murmured thoughtfully. "Where could Michael have gone with Hannah?"

"Tomorrow is the tenth anniversary of Jennifer's death. Michael has prepared everything for this day." Jake reminded everyone. "We can assume that this place was not chosen at random."

"I have thought a lot about this earlier," you began, sharing the deductions you'd made prior to the conversation. "Combining what we knew so far, we can start narrowing down potential locations where he could have kept her. Assuming the signal interference was caused by entering a dead zone, he could have entered a place where it blocks all incoming signals, which I first thought is a cave. But" you paused, looking if they were able to catch up on what you have been saying. "I also thought that noise could be something else. If you listened closely, it sounded like it was rain, a water falling perhaps. We heard it for a long time and all it did was drown Hannah's cry before Hanson probably went further in from whatever hole they are which then ultimately caused us to lose our connection. Am I making sense?"

"Now, wait a damn minute," Dan interjected. "I was thinking the same thing!"

"Really?"

"That noise couldn't have been an interference."

"But?" Lilly probed.

"But a waterfall." Dan finished.

"So, Duskwood indeed has a waterfall!" You exclaimed. You gave your phone to Jessy, and you begin to rummage in your bag placed on the bed. You grabbed your laptop out, begin to log in, and went back to Jessy's side.

"What's going on?" she asked you.

Setting the laptop on the dresser, you leaned down to its level. "I need to check the Pine Glade's website. I need to confirm something."

"Cleo," Dan calls her. "That cart thing at the Pine Glade."

"You mean the horse carriage tour?" she corrected.

"Yeah, that."

"Did they have that ten years ago, too?"

"Yes, of course."

"Exactly the way it is now?"

"Uh, yeah," Cleo answered, seemingly confused about where this is going. "As far as I know, it's never been changed."

"I think Hannah mentioned the carriage tour back then."

That made you pause, "before she left Lilly with you?"

"Yes, exactly that!"

"I'm totally confused here," Jessy interjected.

"Look, Hannah mentioned the horse carriage tour. I'm sure. And the Grimrock, too sorta?"

"Grimrock?" You repeated. You just saw that at the bottom of the page itself. You clicked on the waterfall hyperlink, hoping whatever you found there could be useful. It says here that Grimrock is a waterfall that is one of the spots a tourist or local can visit via horse carriage.

"That's possible. The Grimrock is one of the locations the carriage tour visits." Cleo affirmed.

"I think Hannah went to the Grimrock the night of the accident." Dan declared.

"And what we heard as static noise before wasn't actually static," Jessy added.

"That place is a perfect place to hide someone especially—"

"— the waterfall is blocked off every year for the festival." Jake finished for you.

"That's right." You said in realization. "It said so, on the website."

"Wow," Lilly breathed in awe. "Just earlier we practically have nothing."

"Well, thanks to Dr. Sherlock here. Just how long did you deduce all that?"

"Uh, a couple of minutes before this call?" You answered Dan, unsure what to say to that. Did he just compliment you?

"Damn, that brain is really something else."

"Haha is that a compliment, Dan?" You teased and he only grinned back. You went back to the laptop in hopes to find any more valuable information about the waterfall. "Speaking of which, it's not stated on the website why it's blocked off. Anyone knows why?"

"I think Miranda knows something?" Jessy informed you before addressing Cleo. "Could you maybe ask your mom about why the Grimrock is blocked off, Cleo?"

Cleo nodded, "will do. Wait a moment, please." With that, she disappeared momentarily from Lilly's screen.

"I'm curious now." You muttered. There's got to be some way they are related. Just like Jake had said, it's impossible Hanson just used a random place to hide Hannah.

"You always are," Jessy chuckled beside you, "and that's something to be admired at."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Jessy affirmed. "I mean, haven't personally seen you investigate until now. It's amazing to look at. You look so focused and confident, like you really know what you're doing." She says, gesturing to your whole frame; leaning on a laptop screen, typing vigorously with predatory eyes, hungry for answers. "Are you sure you're not a detective?"

A small laugh escaped your lips. "I haven't really denied that, have I?"

"You're such a dork," Jessy playfully pinched your nose, causing you to scrunch it in mock disapproval.

"Ehem," Dan interjected with a fake cough. "We're still here, you know."

"Uh, yes," as soon as it came, you wiped the smile on your face. Your entire demeanor goes back to full detective mode. "Back to business. How are you guys feeling?"

"To be honest?" Thomas spoke up. "For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling hopeful."

"Me too." Lilly seconded. "I know we can bring her back."

"That's good to hear." you mused, leaning in slightly. "We need all the positivity we can get."

"This reminds me of something weird." Jessy suddenly said, turning to you. "Do you remember right at the beginning of our search? Alfie called Cleo 'The dead girl's friend'?"You nodded. You do remember that as you were the one that conveyed that information to her. "Why did he say that if Hannah is still alive? Why would he say something so horrible?"

You had thought about that more often than you should have. That declaration from Alfie affected the group's belief that Hannah is still alive, and the one that caused Thomas to go almost berserk at the poor kid. But then again, it had led you to the legend after all. Now that you're certain Hannah is alive, his claim about Hannah being dead doesn't make sense, which led you back to the thought of Amy.

"What if he meant Amy?" You pondered aloud. "I'm sure he saw Amy and Cleo together at some point as they share the same class."

"Oh, yeah. That could be." Jessy concurred, her brows furrowing in deep thought. "Alfie made that claim long before the police revealed Amy's identity to the public."

"Which means he really was a witness?" You theorized hypothetically. "Assuming Amy is actually abducted."

"I could talk to Alfie if you'd like," Lilly offered. You remember that aside from Jessy, Lilly could have been one of the people Alfie interacted with within this group the most as she once was the receptionist of his mother's motel. "Once we're back in Duskwood."

Thomas was quick to shut down the idea. "That's pointless. I've already tried."

"But Alfie probably knows Lilly better than you," you insisted, raising an eyebrow as you challenged his objection. An undertone of annoyance crept into your voice. "Plus, you broke his toy truck. I'm pretty sure that doesn't count as talking."

"But—"

"I got through to my mom." Cleo interrupted. Looks like her conversation with her mom is through. "And I know now why the Grimrock is blocked off. Apparently, some poisonous substance was found in the waterfall's catch basin."

Poisonous substance?

Your mind suddenly flashed back to those two barrels of dangerous substance back in Michael Hanson's house. You and Jake had wondered what someone like Hanson could, a former bar owner, want from a toxic chemical. Unless he's planning to get away with murder, which Thomas told you back then. Though you found the idea ludicrous initially. Now, you know why. "The barrels full of toxic chemicals in Hanson's barn make sense now. Remember them?"

"But why would he do that?" Lilly questioned.

Thomas was about to say something, but you cut him off, "No Thomas, it's not like Breaking Bad. He did it—"

"—to make sure that nobody would be there on the day of the festival." Once again, Jake finishes the sentence for you. Sometimes, it's scary how both of you almost think similarly. Always following the same trail of thought.

"Yes, probably." Cleo nodded in agreement. "A wide area around the Grimrock has been blocked off. Otherwise, it would have been full of people there tomorrow."

"Smart move," You mused. "I got to give him credit for that. He created a controlled area for himself. But not smart enough for us."

"There we have it. That freak took Hannah to the Grimrock." Dan declares with finality.

"Then I'll drive there right now," Thomas announces and you almost did a double-take. What the hell is he talking about?

"What?" Never in your life seen how irritated Dan is. It's like he didn't expect that from Thomas. And how stupid it sounded.

"Hannah is alive! And we know where she is now! I have to go to her."

"We should think of a plan first." You told him as calmly as you could. "We can't just dive there headfirst."

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of Jennifer's death. Hannah is only alive because he's waiting for that day!" He insisted. "He will finish it. Hannah will die tomorrow. I know it!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Feeling a sudden rush of blood rising on your head. "We know that Thomas, but we can't barge in there and expect we will be able to save Hannah that way. If he found out we're there, did you honestly think he's going to wait for another day to kill her? Could you really risk that?"

"If you're right, Thomas why didn't Michael wait to kill Amy on the anniversary, too?" Even Cleo doesn't seem to find his idea appealing either.

"Why? What do you mean?" Lilly asks with confusion in her features.

"Because they're both to blame for Jennifer's death. So, if Michael is taking revenge on them, and specifically waiting for the anniversary... Then it doesn't make sense to kill Amy before." Cleo explained.

"Anyway, Y/n's right." Jessy tried to diffuse the situation from escalating further down. "We shouldn't just head off to the Grimrock without a plan. Waiting for him in a safe house together is one thing. But, under those circumstances, we don't have a chance against him."

"At least not without any more information." You added.

"Exactly."

But Thomas is not hearing anything. "Your words change nothing for me. I have to go to her."

"And then what?" You finally snapped. "Get yourself kidnapped, too? Are you even thinking?"

You understand where he's coming from, you do. But at this rate, he's going to risk everyone's safety including Hannah. He's jeopardizing the investigation.

"Thomas, please." Cleo pleaded but it only fell on deaf ears. "We shouldn't split up now, no matter what."

"Then come with me! We can stop him together."

You took a deep breath and tried to be as calm and rational. "We can't use that we-can-outnumber-him card right now. His advantage to us is he has Hannah. If we all got there, then what? He'll just kill her right there and now."

Again, he heard nothing. "I'll give you 5 minutes. Everyone who wants to join me is welcome. The rest of you can stay here." With that, he left the call.

"Damn it, Thomas!"

"Great," Dan mutters sarcastically.

"That idiot. How could he be so irresponsible?!" You almost threw the phone. "The way he is doing right now, all our hard work will pay off nothing!"

"Y/n," Jessy's voice is soothing as she attempts to calm you down, and after a few deliberate breaths, you manage to regain your composure. But you're still pissed as hell.

"Anyway," You inhaled sharply. "How far from here is that waterfall?"

"A little over 45 minutes if we go by car," Lilly's the one to reply.

"But then we wouldn't really be at the Grimrock yet," Cleo interjected. "You can't drive directly to the waterfall; you have to walk quite a bit."

"In my condition?" Dan scoffed at the idea, finding it ridiculous. "We'd probably take about three and a half years if I hurry up."

"He's putting all of us in danger! It's not enough that we almost couldn't access Hannah's phone because of him, and now this?!" Lilly's frustration is palpable. "Even if he goes alone and we stay here. My sister could get killed!"

"What? He did that?" Cleo's eyes widened in disbelief. You forgot you only told Jessy and Lilly about the phone and Thomas's breakdown earlier.

"Yes!"

Despite her being Hannah's sister, and of course, she worries about her much more than Thomas can ever be, and yet she didn't do anything irrational to sabotage the plan. While him? He had lost his shit over and over again. Thomas has no excuse right now for ruining every single plan you have.

"Somebody's got to talk some sense into him or else I will." You said sternly.

"Cleo!" Lilly calls as Cleo suddenly left her side quickly.

"What's she doing?"

"I think she's gonna talk to him," she sighed. "I'm gonna go after them. He might convince Cleo instead of the other way around."

"Lilly, make sure no one leaves the house, understood?" You ordered with finality. You have to talk to Jake. "We have to stay together."

"Got it."

"I'll go to them, too," Jessy informed you, and you nodded. Maybe they'll be able to knock some sense to their friend because you guarantee it will be your fist who will do the job instead.

"Alright, Jess."

"Welp, thanks to Tommy boy we lost our position."

"They have to convince him soon or before we knew it, Hanson already entered the cabin. Keep your eyes peeled, Dan."

"You, too."

"I'll go downstairs after I talk to Jake."

They ended the call only leaving you with Jake, while Jessy went out of the room. Hopefully, they'll be able to calm Thomas down. God knows you don't really need this extra drama.

"It's no use. We will be faced with nothing but resistance by using words." He told you. He is not exactly happy with Thomas's absurd plan, too. He did not like it one bit.

"They will be walking straight into his arms." You said in frustration. Indeed you already have a location, which even until now still remains vague. Grimrock is not exactly small. That's why it's important to plan all these things out.

"We must find an alternative."

"That sounds like a good plan. Do you have an idea?"

"Unfortunately, not as of the moment." He sighed.

"Okay, I'll come up with something."

"I will also try coming up with a solution."

The call ended. You knew to yourself there's one thing you can do. Jake's not the only one who's got an ace up his sleeves.

This ace can lead to uncertainties but that has never stopped you before, right?

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One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

~

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

~

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

~

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

~

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

~

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

~

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

~

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

~

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

~

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

~

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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