#I’ll try to answer all my inbox messages tomorrow

[kekstala]

For the people who had been asking themselves where‘ve been the past 2 weeks…well

you can blame this piece of artwork right here.

Since I‘d done the sketch back then in one of my ask answers, I‘d planned to color it as well, considering the sketch looked nice enough and the story/author @angelabsol totally deserved a fully finished fanart not just a lame doodle…

But man…made this pic make me WORK for it.

No jokes, I perhaps redid this picture like 5 or 6 times because I wasn‘t satisfied with the colors or the shading or…other stuff….

So yeah, thats basically what my two weeks looked like, redrawing one artwork over and over pfff

I hope you guys like it lol

Oh and also feel free to check out the story this pic‘s based upon as well - it‘s really well written and offers a great „What if“ scenario <3

[susicheng]

 .𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗﹒ the truth we share

chapter 2: quietchaos is typing

wc: 1,804 next in series: where shadows speak

receiving anonymous tips was nothing new to you. oftentimes they were just recycled theories from web threads you had already done a deep dive on. people trying to sound smart, wanting to impress a faceless girl on the internet. the notifications clogging up your inbox were normal. 

what wasn’t normal, however, was the content of these notifications. amongst all of the inappropriate compliments (seriously, who used true crime podcasts to find a nice voice to get off to?) were a series of messages from the same user. each message was a couple of hours apart from the last, as though this person was considering what they wanted to reveal in the time between each tip.

they started off as many other messages you received regularly. a simple:

“there must be something deeper going on.”

“too many questions were left unanswered by this case.”

observations on your own theories, additions referencing widely known conspiracies. nothing to raise an eyebrow about. until you got to the seventh message.

“what did she have on her when she died? there could be something in her journal.”

this particular piece of evidence was very hard to get a hold of. for some reason, the authorities did all they could to cover up what she had when she died. it had taken you hours of research, and dozens of questions to her loved ones,  to find out she even had a journal on her when she died.

that should have been enough, but it only got stranger as you read.

“was she wearing any jewelry?”

“look more closely at her necklace.”

“do any of these symbols look familiar?”

“what was she looking for?”

“what did she know?”

“what was she writing in her journal? what was she recording?”

“i might be able to help you.”

. . . logging on

. . . welcome back: nosecrets

nosecrets: alright, i’ll bite. 

how can you help?

you obviously know more than you’re letting on.

how?

quietchaos: can i trust you?

nosecrets: who am i to tell you whether or not to trust me.

that’s your decision to make.

you did say you could help, though.

quietchaos: i can.

i knew her

vaguely

nosecrets: is that how you knew about the journal?

quietchaos: no

i can’t say much online

too much is monitored on here

nosecrets: are you asking to meet in person?

quietchaos: do you want my help?

>nosecrets: *link attached*

meet me here on thursday

4pm work?

it’s usually deserted by then

quietchaos: i’ll see you then

. . . logging off 

. . . now offline: nosecrets quietchaos

you were left with more questions than you started with. a gnawing feeling encompassing you. just who was this person, and how did they know so much? you couldn’t help but worry you were getting yourself into something dangerous. whether this person was a danger to you, or this case as a whole was more than you signed up for. after all, one young girl’s life was already claimed by whatever she was seeking to uncover. who’s to say you wouldn’t be next?

. . . you have 3 notifications waiting for you

quietchaos: have you ever been inside the tunnels?

they may contain some of the answers you’re looking for

though, they might only raise more questions.

. . . logging on

. . . welcome back: nosecrets 

nosecrets: is speaking cryptically just a thing for you

or can you speak clearly

quietchaos: not on here

like i said, too much is being monitored

you should know to be cautious

nosecrets: alright

guess i’ll keep trying to decipher your code until tomorrow

quietchaos: i’ll answer what questions i can.

tomorrow

. . . logging off

. . . now offline: nosecrets quietchaos

there was something intriguing about the way this person spoke. with the hesitation and mystery of someone that had been doing this for far too long. curiosity got the better of you. was this a man? a woman? someone that knew lily, sure, but vaguely? what do they mean by that? why and how do they know so much? did they have anything to do with her disappearance?

questions were swarming in your brain, eating at you with every step you took. it was hard to focus on anything else, especially once thursday rolled around. anxiously counting down the hours, and then the minutes, until 4pm. quietchaos was like a mystery to you as well. though not as pressing as the girl in the tunnel, still consuming your every thought.

. . .  you have 1 notification waiting for you

quietchaos: i’m here. back left corner.

you glanced at the message, eyes shooting up to scan the room, directing your gaze to the left corner. there was a man there, appearing to be around your age, maybe a year or two older. his appearance was not anything you were expecting. to be honest, you thought it would be some greasy middle aged guy with nothing better to do with his life. or someone less… flamboyant? the platinum hair really wasn’t selling the whole “mysterious and cryptic” vibe he had online. 

walking quickly, you approached his table and slid into the seat across from him. judging by his lack of surprise, you assumed you had the right guy. if he wasn’t expecting anyone, he would have probably looked more appalled at your sudden appearance. 

“i wasn’t expecting you to be hot.” your filter tended to fail you at the moments you needed it most, but you were nothing if not a girl that stood by every word she said. maybe you didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it had already been heard and there was nothing to do about it now. oh well.

“what, quietchaos wasn’t giving you the freakishly handsome vibe?”

“no. i actually thought you’d either be a 13 year old using chatgpt to sound mysterious or a 50 year old man with a conspiracy board occupying every inch of your apartment.”

“would you rather i be one of those things?”

“i actually quite like the surprise of working with someone that partakes in personal hygiene, thank you.”

“lucky for you, i showered right before coming here.”

“as lovely as it is to learn about your showering habits, i was promised help.”

“you were. are you opposed to going into the tunnels?”

“what kind of question is that? are you asking me to go into the tunnels with you the first time we meet in person? because absolutely the fuck not. who’s to say you won’t kill me right then and there?”

“you’re cautious. that’s good. i just mean eventually. i think it’ll be helpful for your investigation.”

really, this guy was getting on your nerves. he’s nice to look at, for sure, but you were getting nowhere. maybe the cryptic talk was just how he communicated. “look, i get that. i’ve considered it. but why are you asking me that and not later, when i actually trust that you won’t clock me over the head with a metal pipe? did you just come here to waste my time?”

he grinned at you wolfishly. you raised an eyebrow.

“alright. you pass.”

“you—” you spluttered “that was a fucking test!? god, you are such a dick. i don’t know if i even want the info anymore.” you pushed your chair back, rolling your eyes.

“sit down. trust me, you do.” well, when he was saying it like that… it was hard to say no (so you had a weakness for pretty boys, was that really a crime?)

“alright. so you said you knew her? how?”

“you’re really getting straight into it. okay. i used to go into the tunnels a lot. tends to happen when you’re in a friend group of bored college guys without enough alcohol. i saw her down there a couple of times.”

“what? seriously? did you talk to her?”

“of course i did. i’m full of charisma. wasn’t that obvious?”

you stared at him in silence, face devoid of emotion.

“tough crowd. yes, i talked to her. not much. but i got glimpses of what was in her journal. weird shit. weird girl. she was pretty sociable when i talked to her, but if i asked what she was up to, or what she was writing, she’d get pretty defensive.”

“can you really blame her? some weird older guy came up to her in an abandoned tunnel system and started pressing her about what she was doing, how could that not freak her out? she probably thought you were out to kill her. also, didn’t you say knowing her wasn’t how you knew about the journal?”

“oh… damn i never thought about it that way. i just figured she was too shy to show a hot guy her personal stuff. and that isn’t how i knew about the journal. i can’t say that part right now.”

“jesus your ego is unbelievable. i really want to leave. this is going nowhere. all i’ve learned is that you have a crippling narcissism problem.”

“you’re the one that called me hot before even exchanging names.” he paused. “speaking of, i don’t think we ever did that. i’m jaemin.”

“oh my god. this is the least linear conversation i have ever had. i’m yn.”

“great! it is so nice to meet you. unfortunately, i really can’t reveal much else in public.”

“i’m sorry?”

“don’t be! anything could be bugged. gotta stay safe out there, yknow?”

“are you one of those guys that thinks birds are all government controlled drones?”

he pressed a hand against your mouth in a flash, glancing outside anxiously.

“shhhhshhhh. they’re everywhere. if they know you know, you’re toast.”

you noted briefly that he smelled good. like, really good. god dammit. you tore his hand away from your mouth.

“what do you wear?” truly, it was a curse to have no filter. especially in moments like these.

“... huh?”

“scent. your cologne. or perfume. what is it?”

“oh. dior ambre nuit.”

“dior? and you said you’re in college?”

“never said that. i said i was in college 3 years ago. i’m a surgeon now.”

“what the fuck. i can’t talk to you any longer. i can feel the headache forming.”

“oh great, because i actually gotta blast! next time we’ll meet at my apartment! i’ll text you!” he stood quickly and began to gather his belongings.

“what? but you don’t have my number?”

“oh. yes i do! i took it while you were busy sniffing my wrist.” he slid your phone back to you. you hadn’t even noticed it’s absence. your jaw dropped.

all you could do was watch in awe as he walked out of the cafe, offering you a wave and a wink as the door shut behind him.

what the fuck.

 .𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗﹒ the truth we share

a/n: SURPRISE!!! i didn't forget about this fic... i promise.......... i have so many ideas for this i swear i'll actually update it now..

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[mrsfrederickchilton]

FREDERICK. Chapter 68

You didn't stay the night — Frederick didn't try to persuade you. The electricity came back on in two hours, and you said you were leaving him with a clear conscience.

Another lie.

You were less and less willing to ruin his life. But otherwise, your life would be left in ruins. The choice was no longer so easy, but still obvious.

Before you left, you saw Frederick receive an e-mail — a notification appeared on his phone, which he swiped away, but you managed to read the beginning: Okay, I'll do what I can.

That's curious. You checked mail sometimes — his mail, sent (you, like him, still received notifications on inbox, and there was nothing interesting there yet). You'll have to see what's there.

Frederick insisted on a taxi this time; during the trip you logged into his work and personal email accounts. But you didn't find anything like that. He probably deleted the letter, or maybe it was spam. What kind of garbage isn't being sent out these days.

You came home, took a shower, changed clothes. Looked at the calendar. There were a few days left. You'd be in shape just in time.

An eternity ago, having found out when his birthday was, you set a reminder on your phone.

“Of course, I won't forget,” you said then. “But someday, senile sclerosis will overcome me.”

You saved the date.

“Although,” you added after thinking, “it's unlikely that we'll both live to see it.” Not with regret. Just as a fact. As a given.

You knew it and were ready for it. It's your choice.

“You'll live to see it,” he answered. “I won't let anything happen to you before you're ninety.”

“Why not a hundred?”

“Then, I think, sclerosis will overcome me too.”

I won't let anything happen to you. He could have left you, disappeared. If he was such a psychopath who couldn't love, why didn't he? Instead, he gave in. He didn't let you get locked up in a mental institution. All those stupid words, all those notes mean nothing. Frederick thought he was taking away the human qualities of your love one by one, but he didn't know that even that wouldn't affect your feelings.

He hasn't changed. He's just adapted to you.

But isn't that enough?

Frederick called when you were already going to bed. As if you hadn't spent the whole evening together. As if he still missed talking to you. You didn't like phone calls — text messages are better. When you talk on the phone, you have less time to think, you can hear the intonations. That's exactly why Frederick called you more often now than he wrote.

He will stop soon.

“Are you coming tomorrow?”

There was another reason why you hadn’t stayed the night, in addition to the two you already had: first, you wanted Frederick to miss you more (your body, to be more precise), and second, you didn’t want to ruin this friendly evening. And third…

“I think I’ll stay home,” you answered.

“Why?”

What kind of questions are you asking, Frederick…

“I’ve got a lot of things to do.”

“Things to do?”

As if I can't have them. Before you could answer, he asked again:

“Are you okay?”

Although, yes, what kind of things do I have to do? Really.

“Well,” you hesitated, “like…”

“What?”

Oh, God, stop it, he’s a doctor after all.

“My... stomach hurts,” you said.

“Poisoned?” Frederick asked anxiously.

“And it will still hurt a little tomorrow,” you added meaningfully, hoping that you wouldn't have to add anything else. Like periods, for example.

Blockhead.

“Oh...” he paused for a moment. “Should I bring you something?”

“No, oh my God,” you laughed. “Just...”

“Come anyway. Well, if... It's convenient. I promise I won't...”

“What?”

“Importune.”

You chuckled.

“I'll think about it.”

* * *

And the next evening you came. You needed to tease him a little more. You put on jeans and a white shirt, seemingly formal, but rather thin, and through it slightly — slightly, but enough — a black bra was visible.

In a friendly way.

You settled in the living room. You played the piano a little — for him, but he didn't know it. Then Frederick went to the chest of drawers.

“Would you like to play?” he asked, taking out a box.

The same box that you had received as a prize at the Arcade at the game park. Then, having carried it in your backpack, you returned it to Dr. Chilton. “Familiar Strangers. Psychological Game”. You took it and read the inscription on the side: To get acquainted — to open up — to become closer.

It seems that you and Dr. Chilton — Frederick managed without this game.

“Well,” you answered, “not really.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “Then I'll take care of dinner.”

“And me?”

“Practice some more,” he nodded at the grand piano.

“Maybe I should help you?”

“I'll do it myself,” he lightly kissed you on the top of your head and left, not noticing how your heart sank.

You decided to look at your prize from the game park. The box contained game cards and rules of the game. People had to honestly share information about themselves by answering a question. You fished out a few cards at random, each of them really did have a question written on it.

What was the biggest challenge in your life?

Oh, well, perhaps taking a risk and falling in love with a killer instead of giving in and turning him in.

What can you do today that you couldn't do a year ago?

Wear evening dresses, walk in heels.

Seduce psychiatrists...

Tell us about the most wonderful trip of your life.

Eternal, unforgettable Copenhagen. Now so far away. Will you ever visit it again?

What fears and experiences were important to you a few months ago, but now have ceased to matter?

You were afraid that you would never see him. That you would never be able to get a single visit. That Dr. Chilton won't fall for your tricks. That you yourself won't be able to fall for them, to convince yourself that you're someone else.

Not afraid anymore.

At least of this...

Dare to be frank — share your secret fantasy.

You've already done it twice, even to your own disgust. The second time only in words, but the idea was successfully planted in Frederick's head.

My fantasy. (Almost the truth. Even if not the one he imagines.) I think about it almost constantly. About doing it in the office.

(And where it should lead.)

Yeah, it's good that you refused to play this game.

Frederick returned to the living room and said that dinner would be ready in ten minutes.

“By the way... Maybe we need to throw out something else?” he asked with a smile, nodding towards the hallway, and you obediently followed him. To the dressing room.

Jeans and sweaters, once hidden deep in the drawers of the dressers, now took their rightful place in plain sight. Of course, he did not wear such things to work and never would, but at least the undeservedly consigned to oblivion clothes no longer caused Frederick to panic. Before, he could not imagine that someone would see him in such clothes — even at home.

“Will you take a look?”

You ran your hand over the sweaters, nodded. You already knew that there was nothing more to throw out.

The phone vibrated in the back pocket of your jeans. You glanced at the screen, a lump came to your throat. You turned around — Frederick was gone. You picked up the phone.

“Yes?”

“I didn't get it,” said orderly Higgins

And nothing more.

You were silent too, but the silence soon became tense. You slipped out of the closet and headed for the bathroom, hiding your phone under your shirt. Frederick smiled at you from the kitchen. God. You locked the door, turned on the water, and hid in a corner away from the door.

“Have you changed your mind?” Higgins asked after all.

You looked at the second toothbrush that Frederick had placed in a glass on the shelf by the mirror. When did he have time?

“No,” you whispered.

Truth.

“What?”

“I haven't changed my mind,” you repeated a little louder.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“I missed the right moment.”

Truth.

The moment when he was still Dr. Chilton, a means to an end. To ran away and forgot. Without any regrets.

“And when is the next one?” Higgins wondered.

“Are you okay?” Frederick asked loudly, knocking on the door.

“Yes,” you shouted, pressing the mobile to your chest. Then you brought the phone to your ear.

The orderly let out a nasty laugh.

“Maybe I should come and visit you? I've never been to Dr. Chilton's. They say he has a decent apartment. Even a grand piano. Is it there?”

“Yes.”

There was a sigh in the phone.

“Probably it won't be there soon.”

Truth.

“I have to go,” you said. “See you the day after tomorrow.”

“You mean ‘see you’ — or see you?”

Now a sigh escaped you.

“Make him fun before he dies,” the orderly Higgins chuckled.

“Don't say that,” you shuddered.

But essentially he was right.

You came out of the bathroom and bumped into Frederick.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, looking at your slumped shoulders.

“Yeah. Just a little tired.”

“Well, we'll fix that now,” he led you to the kitchen, where an incredibly pleasant aroma reigned.

Dinner was ready and beautifully served. Frederick pulled out a chair for you to sit down, as if you were in a restaurant.

But it was much better here.

Before you could sit down, a beeping signal caught your attention, and Frederick picked up his phone from the countertop. The signal was about the battery being low, only a few percent left. You saw a red indicator in the corner of the screen.

“Where is your charger?” you asked.

“In the living room,” Frederick was about to leave the kitchen, but you stopped him.

He was cooking dinner while you were treacherously talking to orderly Higgins.

“I’ll get it,” you gently pushed him toward the chair. “Sit down. Where exactly does it lie?”

“On the shelf under the TV.”

Frederick stayed in the kitchen. He put his phone down and straightened plate, then cutlery. He moved the napkin holder. He liked what he saw. A few hundred dinners alone were worth it. They were just a grueling path to where he was now.

It was all worth it.

Frederick heard your footsteps in the hallway and smiled. The phone next to him beeped again, differently this time, and he took it in hands. Looked at the notification.

Oh, not this, he thought.

Please, not this.

Next chapter (Chapter 69)

Masterlist

[lestappenforever]

Monaaaa, beloved supplier of Lestappen goodness, you have done it once again!

After I’d thought I’d already read everything you’ve written I discovered the Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace one and wow, it was phe-no-men-al. I don’t want to call it my absolute favourite just yet, recency bias and all, but I’m pretty sure if I were to rank your fics tomorrow or so, it’d take the number one spot.

A short but not exhaustive list of my reactions/things I said out loud while reading:

Multiple “awwws”, giggling like a maniac, “biiiiitch” in varying volumes, sassy snapping my fingers, “you did not just do that” while grinning from ear to ear, “yeeeess” in varying volumes and lengths” and generally just a ton of happy/excited noises

Broken record and everything, but once again you absolutely blew it out of the park. Not only were Charles and Max amazingly written, the entire scene/ambiance was impeccable but also all other side characters were spot on. I’ll skip gushing about the little glimpses of Lando (I think my obsession with him is clear enough as is) but my side character highlight this time around was Valtteri. Such a small but powerful and fitting gesture, I loved it

Take all my praise my dear, you created another masterpiece.

Now excuse me, I’ll be off using my uni commute to search your blog for any and all other fics of yours that I might have missed

Lots of love and the biggest hug, M 🧡

P.S.: I saw you answered a question about translating your works yesterday and I was considering trying to create the german translation to one of your works, if you’re okay with it, to see if translation is something I’d enjoy doing. I suppose it’d also make sense to reveal who I am at that point.

M anon, my darling, how I sorely needed to see one of your asks in my inbox today. 🧡

You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that you enjoyed my Speak Now (Or Forever Hold Your Peace) fic! I had so much fun writing this last summer, and it fills my heart with warmth and love to know you enjoyed it. Thank you so, so much, you have truly made my day with your appreciation for one of my absolute favorite fics to write.

You are such a sweetheart, and I will never be able to express just how much joy your messages continue to bring me. It is such an honor that you keep taking the time out of your day to leave me these asks that put the biggest smile on my face.

I hope you're having a great day at uni, and I'm sending you the biggest hug (and all my love) right back. 🧡

P.S.: I would be so honored if you wanted to translate some of my work! So please feel free to do so and let me know if you do because that would make me so incredibly happy. 🥹

[prettyprincessplace]

such a needy princess, aren't you? but looking so pretty while you are, already pushing your perfect ass up in the air so i can spank you properly. i'd call you a good girl, but they'd take what they're given, no? they wouldn't search for more already, not when i'm clearly not done yet. i'd say ten spanks would suffice for now, one for each day you've been home, and i want you to count them out for me, okay, princess? just know that if you're good for me, i'll have my mouth on your sweet clit, tasting every little bit of you.. and perhaps giving you ten more spanks, this time more focussed on your pussy and switching between that and my mouth, just because i can. you've been waiting a long time to be touched, baby, you can be patient while i take my time with you, before i fill you up the way you've been needing. like i said, i'd worship you whenever you'd let me. (and yes, all the anons calling you princess are coming from the same person- i didn't even realize i sent you three already, but considering the context.. guess it says a lot even subconsciously. i'll add a 🌹 from now on :) 26 + she/her)

Yes I am 🥺🥺 I wanna look so pretty for you, pushing my ass up for you to get a better view and to make it easier to spank me. I want to be your good girl but you’re right.. it’s not very good to try and take more than what I’ve earned. I shouldn’t try to do anything before you’re done. Ten spanks sounds good, of course I’ll count them out for you!! 💗 I can even give them to myself for you tomorrow too!To be extra good!! I might have some time alone tomorrow morning before I go to the airport but if not then tomorrow night for sure! Although they would still be so much better coming from your hand! I’ll be so good for you though! Having your mouth on my clit sounds heavenly🫠 I wish you were here right now to taste me. I can’t lie, I did start humping a pillow while reading and answering this. I just couldn’t help myself, you got me so worked up. But now I’m dripping wet for you so there’s a lot to taste hehe 🥰 Switching between spanks to my pussy and your mouth on it would be so dizzying, I would be moaning for you so loudly, thanking you after every spank. I will be patient for you because I want to be your good girl but I have to admit the ask you sent about the strap on really had my brain spinning. I read that one so many times over and over, so I am eager to have you fill me up the way you said. But I’ll wait and let you take your time. It’ll be so worth it anyways to feel you building me up. And I’d let you worship me any time. You seem so lovely from everything you’ve said to me so far, I think you could probably get me to do anything you wanted 🥰 and it would be my pleasure to be worshipped by you however often you’d like 💕

(I figured they might’ve all been you since it was the same name and the same style of writing. Yeah but you did send them spaced out from each other so it’s not surprising you didn’t realize it was 3! I just wish I hadn’t let such lovely messages sit in my inbox for so long but I never got notifs they were there for some reason! I fixed it now though so we are good! 🌹 sounds good!! :) do you want me to call you any sort of like nickname or something? You’re calling me princess and it makes me so happy so I just want to call you something and make you feel that way too but I know people have boundaries and titles they like or dislike being called so I don’t want to accidentally call you something your uncomfy with! But if you don’t have anything you want me to call you aside from 🌹 that’s totally fine too!! No pressure!)

[a-moment-captured]

I have a ton of messages in my inbox and I’m sorry I haven’t answered or posted anything Jack has done the last week. I had a death in the family this past week and it’s been very difficult. I was very close to my uncle and so was Coit. I’ll try to catch up tonight or tomorrow at some point. Been off an on Tumblr all day catching up on reading and it’s been a welcomed distraction!

[cozage]

i have a question, do you do the requests in order? i’m just curious!

This is a pretty long response just to get it all out, so I’m gonna throw the explanation under the cut. But the short answer is: yes. I stay in order.

Ultimately there’s a lot of things that go into how I pick requests, but yes, I try to stay in order. The ones being posted this week were from early April, so it’s best to expect a week or two turn around for a request if I decide to do it.

There’s a few things that may move your request up or down in the lineup. Things like length, type of request, character amount (and characters requested), and just my general interest and ability to write them. I read every request as I get them and I keep them in the back of my head them from the moment I read them. Some characters are harder than others, some I try to go back and rewatch episodes on, some I just cannot click with in a scenario no matter how hard I try.

If you have an inquiry about the status of a request you made with me, you’re welcome to message me or send an anonymous ask if you don’t mind the answer being public and I’ll tell you where you are in the lineup. I’d prefer direct message so I’m not clogging up my own page with asks that aren’t requests, but I also know the fear of messaging another account and becoming more than a anonymous figure, so no judgement either way!

Also for the sake of honesty and bluntness - I have so many requests in my inbox that if it’s been sitting there for a bit and I just can’t bring myself to write for it (for whatever reason) I’ll just delete it. It’s not that I think your request is bad, it’s just that as a writer I can’t fulfill it.

I’m new at this, and I wasn’t expecting such overwhelming love and support from people. Honestly I was expecting a few people to follow me, and for me to scream out into the void with some small headcanons and update a self indulgent marine fic every now and then. But I get requests about as fast as I crank them out now, which is amazing and I love!!! But it also means that people will have to wait longer for their requests, or might not see it at all. Please don’t take this as complaining, I’m very happy that so many people have loved my writing. I’m just trying to explain any delay or disappointment you might be having.

Woah, I think that’s it! What a long winded and rambling way to say “yes, kind of.” I guess I had a lot on my mind. If you’d read this far, a treat for you. Tomorrows posts will be a shy reader x Beckman and an update on Sanji’s Made for Two fic :)

Love, Coza

[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 4

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camboy!seokmin, mentions of breeding!kink / impregnation!kink, dirty talk! 😗💕 A bit of a shorter chapter this week but it’s very seokmin is all I will say LMAO kdhfkdh Also I have a bit of a schedule change for next week but I’ll post a formal notice of that on... either tomorrow or Sunday! As always thanks for your support with ND 🥺💕 I’m trying to write it as if it were really Seokmin trying to cam so it’s a bit experimental and not as quick as the lil blurb I initially wrote 🤣 LOL but! enjoy ch 4 and I’ll see u tomorrow for inbox msgs! Have a good weekend! 💕

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“To be honest, I’m surprised you went through with paying for my lessons.”

Jihoon runs a hand through his freshly dyed hair; lips curving into a smirk when Seokmin pouts back at him. “And to already schedule our next session and pay for it too? I thought you were strugglin’ for cash? What happened?”

A blush paints across Seokmin’s cheeks as he sits across Jihoon in the slight older male’s studio. He’d, maybe, gotten a little ahead of himself out of excitement and paid for his next lesson as soon as he could and spent the remainder of what he’d made on buying snacks out of the vending machine on the way over.

“Yeeaaaah, I just… Uh, started picking up more shifts at my part-time jobs, is all. No biggie. I really wanted to polish my skills so I could start auditioning for some of the uni’s musicals ‘n stuff. I know we’re doing auditions soon so...” He scratches the nape of his neck shyly and Jihoon catches the way Seokmin avoids his stare.

“Just tell me you’re not dealing drugs for the money… Right?”

“What!? No! I mean, Joshua makes some good money selling weed but no, um, I’m too n-nervous for that… Haha...”

Jihoon narrows his eyes and turns to face his computer once more; tapping on an audio file before relaxing in his computer chair.

He’ll accept Seokmin’s answer for now - even if he is a little suspicious.

“Okay, well, let’s do one more run through and then I’ll let you go for today.”

Seokmin feels like he’s on cloud nine once he leaves Jihoon’s studio and even though he hasn’t done a camshow since the last, he feels a little more confident in his skills.

In both aspects.

Even if he’d been aided by alcohol the last time.

That’s fine, he tells himself, I just need to study what I was saying and just... Refine it. Maybe watch a few more videos and get the hang of it. I’ll be fine!

Which Seokmin finds much more embarrassing than he anticipates when he finally sits down in front of his computer, headphones on and eyes filled with determination when he presses ‘Play’ on the reuploaded audio stream.

‘...I’d cum so much inside of you… ‘n stretch you out so good…’

Christ, did I really sound like that?

‘...I wanna feel your pussy sucking my cock in deeper while I fuck my cum inside you like the filthy ‘lil cocksleeve that you are…’

Seokmin has to pause after a few more minutes; entire body breaking out into a cold sweat as he grimaces. He knew eventually he’d get used to it, but somehow listening to his own voice saying those things made him feel a little awkward.

Maybe he just wouldn’t rewatch them after he was finished.

You’re only three sentences away from finishing your paper when you decide to take a break - back arching away from your computer chair when a notification lights up your phone screen.

‘Dokyeom has gone live!’

‘Curious to see what you like… [AUDIO ONLY]’

Your lips form a surprised ‘o’ shape as you click on the notification and wait for the stream to load up. 

He’d gotten a sudden spike in viewers with his last show but you’d been surprised when he hadn’t messaged you at all, much less done another stream since then. 

Not that he owes me a response, you tell yourself.

“Hey everyone~”

His voice floats through your phone receiver and you feel your heart flutter at the airy, yet deepness of his voice.

You hated to admit it, but you’d rewatched his audio stream from last week a multitude of times and even saved it to your computer just in case he decided to delete it.

Anonymous4987395: what’s with the title?

NewUser89547: ur last vid was so hot omg

Your fingers hover above the keyboard, somewhat nervous about commenting.

“Oh, yeah, I was surprised at how popular it was actually… And it’s still getting viewed too, even though it’s just an audio recording. So thank you! I really appreciate it everyone~”

Anonymous283479: ur voice is sooo good it made me cum so fast…

Anonymous98957: can’t stop thinkin about u breeding me…

“Hmm… Breeding? What’s that?” Dokyeom responds in a drawl that has your toes curling against the floor and you can’t help but bite your lip and quickly type up a response before you change your mind.

b@d_dream: it’s like… getting off to the idea of not wearing a condom and cumming inside someone and the risk of getting them pregnant… or getting pregnant tbh… its like... popular with pet play and stuff 🥴

There’s a long pause on Seokmin’s end as he stares at your comment for a little longer trying to grasp what people wanted to hear from him.

Okay… Let’s see...

“Hmm… Okay~ Of course, my favourite ‘b@d_dream’ is really knowledgeable~ I should thank them for helping me out.” He finishes with a chuckle that sends you squirming in your seat.

“Interesting… I guess I might’ve ignited that interest since my last stream, huh? Me talking about how much I wanted to cum deep inside your pussy… But I bet it’d feel so good to feel me cumming inside you, cock throbbing and fucking you so deep…”

The comments and donations move faster than Seokmin can read or catch up to so he decides to focus on the stream for now before he loses his concentration.

Just 30 minutes and then I can figure out everything else, he tells himself.

Anonymous98756: god ur voice is so hot

Anonymous203948869: just thinkin about u ramming ur cock inside my pussy and fucking me like a bad girl gets me so wet...

Seokmin’s brain fizzles as he sits in his computer chair, mouth going dry when he’s unsure what to say next.

In a panic, he opens a side window and hurriedly pulls up a chat window.

Fuck, I’m so stupid!

Dokyeom: I’m so stupid, please help

b@d_dream: ??

Dokyeom: I don’t know what to say please please help

b@d_dream: lmaoooo about breeding?

Dokyeom: yes im so sorry

“Ah, my cock is so hard just thinking about it… I bet you’re already so wet, aren’t you? I could probably slide my cock right into your pussy right now...”

b@d_dream: mmmmm depends, but just talk about how much u wanna knock someone up? Thats basically it in a nutshell and i dont think u have time for specifics rn

“Mmm… Just thinking about my cum pouring out of your cunt is making me want to cum already…”

Dokyeom: fuck thanks and sorry, i owe u one once this is over i promise

b@d_dream: sure lol btw i can hear u typing so u better go

“Ah, I better cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt a few times... Just to make sure you get nice ‘n pregnant, right? But you’ll be good and take all my cum, won’t you?”

You lick your lips as you listen to Dokyeom’s soft sighs and breathy moans; too engrossed in appreciating his voice to even get off. 

It’s okay, I’ll just save the video again.

“Hmm... How would I fuck you? Depends, how do you want me to? I can fuck you from behind... Or would you want to see my face when I make you fall apart on my cock? I bet you’d be so pretty when you cum too... Mm, even prettier when you hold me against your body and make sure none of my cum leaks out of your pussy...”

NewUser8439579: oh my god please... 

Anonymous974975: I’d ride u any time I get as long as u keep talking to me... can you say kitten?

“Ah, kitten?”

You feel goosebumps rise on your skin when he repeats it a few times to get used to it.

“Oh, does kitten want me to breed her ‘lil pussy? Mm... it’s just in your instinct to want it, huh? But it’s okay, I’ll give it to you... As many times as you want, kitten~”

Anonymous39847595: fuck I bet ur so hot... 

NewUser934957: omg ikr... 

“Haha, you think so? I get told I look good enough to be a model... Or is that too cocky of me to say? Especially since none of you know how I look~”

b@d_dream: I bet ur hot 😏

“Mm, maybe one day I’ll let you all see... So you can imagine me hovering above you when I fuck you. But only if you’re a good girl, y’know? Bad girls only get fucked from behind while I spank your pretty ass~”

Dokyeom ends his stream after 45 minutes and you rush to your computer to download the replay.

‘1 New Message’

You click on the notification; not surprised when you see it’s Dokyeom.

Dokyeom: I really owe you for earlier, is there anything I can do for you? I can record something for you... Like a private video? 😭 As a thank you. 

b@d_dream: Oh uh you don’t really have to do that if you’re not comfortable, I don’t mind really! 

Your entire body buzzes and you’re unsure what to tell him. You knew that if he recorded a video for you, he might ask for your name and you weren’t too sure if you wanted to give him that just yet.

But you also didn’t want to miss the chance of having a personalized audio recording just for yourself. 

And before you can properly type up a response, Dokyeom beats you to the punch as his messages pop up on the screen.

Dokyeom: Actually I’ll do you one better

Dokyeom: How about we voice chat when you’re free? 30 minutes of your time and maybe you can help me out a bit more? We both gain something, ykwim? I can learn what you like since you’re more knowledgeable than me 😅

Your mouth hangs agape as you stare at his message. 

Now you were really nervous but really excited.

b@d_dream: yeah sure, I'll check my schedule and let you know when I’m free! Don’t forget to bring a notepad 😉 

Dokyeom: Can’t wait!

[hereforhalstead]

Prove it

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Yes.

“I’d feel a lot better if you let me walk you home/ If i asked you to stay, would you?”

• Warnings: swearing/ mention of drugs

• Summary: Jay insists on walking you home after a night in Molly’s but after seeing you with Adam he decides to tell you how he feels.

• Words: 2893.

• A/N :  Hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for the request, I’m feeling motivated to get writing again due to all of the lovely messages and chats I’ve had over the past few days. Please feel free to send across any requests or prompts that you would and as always my inbox is always open :)

***

 “Cheers to no one getting injured on a drug bust for the first time” Adam announces as you all raise your glasses in amusement “Not even you Halstead, gotta be a first. Right?” he adds but Jay rolls his eyes and takes another sip of his drink “Listen, It’s not me you should be congratulating. Y/N is always the one who does something without thinking and gets herself hurt, you should be directing this at her” he tips his glass towards you and you give him a menacing look “Talk about beat around the bush” you mumble but Jay’s chuckle is enough to break your facade as you mirror his grin “Just saying” he shrugs and winks.

The team had just finished up on what felt like a month long operation, in reality you had been planning it a week or so but the observations and scoping out the area made it feel so much longer.  You managed to get the guy you were after and as Adam said, miraculously all of you had avoided injury which was definitely a first. His speech was clearly aimed towards you and Jay out of anyone, Jay was known for getting far too attached and close to cases which often blinded his awareness of danger. You were very similar in that if you saw an opportunity to help someone out you would take it, not weighing up the situation and resulting in you taking risks you probably shouldn’t. 

Because of this, you and Jay had each others backs. Of course everyone had everyones back but not in this way. You’d seemed to have grown a close bond due to you both being very similar in the way you work and think, often knowing what the other is going to do before they even think it. As much of this being a good thing, it has often not panned out as the other will take the first step to try and protect the other and things going south, you’d probably put yourself in more danger trying to prevent Jay getting hurt rather than a result of your own misjudgment. Jay was the same, not thinking about himself and would rather put himself in a compromising position instead of you - sounds twisted but that’s just the way your partnership worked. 

By this point, you’d had a few drinks but was cutting yourself off. You had an early shift in the morning and the thought of the pile of paperwork on your desk reminded you it was not something you wanted to tackle with a hangover. No one else seemed to think the same way, this was soon proved as Hailey made her way back from the bar with another tray of shots. “Oh none for me, I’m having a quiet one tonight” you excused yourself and carried on sipping the remainder of your drink.

“Yeah, I’m also out. Don’t want to be feeling rough with all that paperwork tomorrow” Jay winced and you laughed to yourself at how similar your thoughts always were. “Something you two aren’t telling us?” Hailey downs one of the shots and you almost choke on your drink “Are you being serious?” you question and she shrugs her shoulders with a click of her tounge “I don’t think it’s just me that thinks it, I overheard Kev and Adam gossiping the other day” you dart your attention over to a stunned Kevin who simply purses his lips and turns to Adam for him to defend “I-I.. Don’t know what she’s talking about” he stutters out “You couldn’t come up with something better?” Kevin mumbles under his breath and you shake your head “Nothing to report, right Jay?” you hand over to Jay who was quietly sipping on his nearly finished drink “What? Oh.. right” 

You smile back at Hailey but she doesn’t seem satisfied “I’m just saying, I don’t think he would run into a burning building for much but if you were on the top floor he would be sprinting up them stairs” Kim widens her eyes at Hailey who seems so casual about everything she is saying but you weren’t taking it as lightly and were now feeling slightly uncomfortable “Well on that note, I think I’m gonna head out” you place your empty glass back on the bar and hear them continue to bicker being you “Good one” Adam curses at Hailey who again doesn’t seem fazed “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. You can’t tell me they’re both so oblivious to it as well”. Adam runs his hand along his jawline and stands to pick your jacket up which had fallen on the floor, you hear him mutter a soft ‘sorry’ which you acknowledge with a forced smile “I’ll see you tomorrow”. 

You shrug your jacket on and head for the door, slightly underestimating how cold Chicago can be and regretting not picking up a thicker coat. You start the traitorous walk down the road but feel your phone buzz in your pocket 

‘Stop walking and wait for me’

You squint to see who it was from and your heart slightly picks up speed when you say Jay’s name at the top of the screen, you come to a stop and turn to look over your shoulder. Not seeing anyone there you carry on walking but keep your phone in your grasp when it vibrates again

‘What did I just say Y/N..’

 You chuckle at the message and take another look behind you but this time seeing Jay a few steps away “you really don’t listen for shit do you” he greets and you scoff “Well, nice to see you too”. You carry on walking and Jay jogs to catch up and walks closely alongside you “Early night for you as well then?” you break the silence and he just nods with his hands stuffed in his pockets “Not as good when you’re partners not there” he remains with his eyes pinned to the path ahead and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and are suddenly grateful for the darkness so he can’t see. You come to a stop and Jay turns back to look at you confused “You don’t live this way? In fact that way” you point in the opposite direction you’re walking and his eyes quickly dart back to you “You think I’d let you walk home alone?” he almost chuckles to himself but you don’t match his amusement “Jay, it’s not even 8pm and I’ve only had a few drinks. Thank you but I’m fine” you pat him on the shoulder and continue walking, you barely get a step away when he’s back by your side.

“I get that, but  I’d feel better if you let me walk you home “. You’re reminded that you still have your phone in your hand when you feel it vibrate, you look down to see Adam’s name flash up on the screen. You show Jay the screen and you can’t help but notice the way he seems to straighten up when he reads the name, you ignore this and answer the phone “Hey Adam” you chime and Jay vaguely hears him respond on the other end “Hold on a minute” you put the phone to your shoulder to muffle the speaker and so Adam can’t hear “Look, if I stay on the phone with Adam and walk home alone. Will that make you feel better?” you whisper to Jay who clears his throat and nods “Do whatever you want” he responds in a harsh but quiet tone before heading back towards the bar. “Sorry, as you were saying..” you turn your attention back to the phone call and carry on your journey home. 

**

The phone call only last a few minutes after Jay left but you made a note to tell Jay it was the full length of your journey home if he ever asks.. You step in the elevator to your apartment block and click the button for your floor, you grasp at the hand rail behind you and lean your head back on the mirror, you were shattered and just ready for bed. The elevator chimes and the doors open, as you exit and head for your apartment you find yourself rummaging around your pockets to find your key, you turn the corner and nearly jump out of your skin as you see Jay stood outside your door, leaning on the wall with his knee bent and foot resting below him. 

He sees your reaction and turns to face you walking towards him “sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump” he softly whispers as you turn the key in the lock “Maybe don’t wait outside my front door when I’m not expecting anyone to be there smart ass” you hit back, still not sure on his attitude when he left you earlier. 

You walk in the apartment and hang your jacket on the hook but turn back to see Jay still hadn’t moved “You coming in or did you come all this way to stand in the hall?” you question but head further in, leaving the door open. You pour yourself a glass of water and hear the door close and the floorboards creak as Jay walks over to join you “What’s going on Jay?” you ask as he leans on the doorframe and therefore making it difficult for you to get past “What did Adam want?” he tilts his head to question but you can tell he isn’t feeling as confident as he wants you to think. You exhale in a laugh and take a step towards him, you expect him to move but he stands his ground and remains in his spot. This forces you to step sideways out of the door, your body glides closely with his. So much so that if you had looked up as you passed him your faces would’ve been inches apart as he looked down at you. You huff and place your glass of water on the side and begin to take your shoes off by the sofa “Just wanted to apologize again for Hailey, I don’t know I wasn’t really listening” you trail off as you find your attention is now more on Jay’s actions and what he’s doing. 

It takes him a minute to turn from where he is standing and face you, you walk in front of him and lean the back of your legs on the sofa to examine him, his eyes flick up and down your body and you reach for your drink to try and act like you didn’t notice “So you’d rather have him keep you company on your walk home than me, I see” he confidentially takes a stride towards you and folds his arms across his chest. You can’t help but notice the way his arms bulge through the tightness of his shirt and struggle to keep your eyes on him and not roaming to admire them “Grow up Jay” you scoff but see him take another step towards you “what are you even doing here anyway?” you add but he remains silent. 

“If you’re just gonna stand and not say anything I’m gonna leave you here and go to bed” you stand from your spot and step away from him and towards your room. You’re stopped in your tracks when his arm latches onto your wrist to stop you “Hailey was right you know” he keeps his grasp on you tight, not in a way that it hurts but almost as if he was worried that otherwise you would walk off.

You open your mouth to speak but he soon cuts you off “I mean not about the fact there isn’t much I would run into a burning building for, as we know from past experiences that isn’t true” you laugh at the memory from when he darted back into an old house that had just caught alight because he had left his phone on the side but he seems to regain your attention “You know what, It’s late I should probably go” he releases his hold on you and you can’t ignore the emptiness you feel from loosing the tiniest bit of contact from him “You can’t be serious Jay. You can’t say that and then leave?” you both fall silent as you wait for the other to speak but you weren’t going to crack first.

“I didn’t plan on coming here Y/N. I didn’t think I would be standing here saying this to you but you were on the phone to Adam and instead of me heading home I found myself coming here to make sure you got home safe. I wish I didn’t care if you were on the phone to him when you walked home, but I do Y/N. I care that it’s me that you choose to keep you company and I’m the one to make sure you’re safe because quite frankly I don’t trust anyone else and especially you to make sure that you are. You’re the most caring person I know and honestly it terrifies me because I know you won’t stop at anything to make sure everyone around you is fine, even if it means that you aren’t and I’m sorry but it’s true”. The way his chest is quickly rising and falling from his outburst stuns you, you’d seen him loose control of his emotions before but not like this. He always struggles to hide his true feelings and shows alot of emotion, but in more actions than words and you never thought you’d see him act this way towards you. 

“That’s great Jay, just great. Here you are turning up at my door because you don’t trust me to keep myself safe. You’re my partner Jay you’re supposed to trust me an-” you begin to retaliate but yet again he is there to cut you off “I do trust you Y/N. I trust you with my life and I trust you a fuck tonne more than anyone else I know but I know you won’t stop at anything to make sure everyone else is okay, so is it so bad that I wanted to make sure you got home safe?” you find him now stood inches from you and you had absentmindedly mirrored his actions but tensely hanging your arms by your side, so rigid that you can’t bring yourself to move them “So what, if I asked you to stay. Would you?” you half heartedly laugh as you almost expect him to shrug if off and give you some funny look.

“Of course I would Y/N. Are you not listening to me? I would stay tonight, I would stay tomorrow. I would stay every god damn day if I could. I don’t wait you on the phone to another guy when it should be me, I should be the one making you feel safe and not anyone else” his tone and volume picks up again just when he seemed to be calming down and you curse yourself for making him react this way again. You take another step towards him as he tries to say something else, you raise your finger to his lip to stop him. His eyes flicker between your fingertip and then back to you in confusion but he doesn’t say another word. The desperation in his eyes as he scans your face makes your heart ache and you feel it alight something within you “Just don’t say another word” you bring your face towards him and place a quick kiss onto his skin “Take your anger out on me”. You run your fingertip along his jawline run your thumb along his bottom lip to place another kiss to the side of his neck “Y/N” he warns, his voice now in a low and much more serious tone.

“I mean it Jay, everything you just said. Prove it to me” you continue to trail light pecks along his skin and leading up the the corner of his mouth “Don’t start something you don’t want to finish” the way he grips at your hips makes you edge them towards him, earning a low moan to escape from his lips “Prove it to me Jay, prove why it should be you and no one else” you taunt as he locks his eyes with yours, he nudges at your legs which are positioned together so his knee slips between them “you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for”.

***

[zuluc]

summary: time away and time apart justify your actions, you tell him, but you can’t see how red his face is nor how he’s itching to hold you even tighter

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x gn!reader

style & genre: 

warnings: none

notes: ❄️ anon is carrying me right now 🥺the short prompts really help me get my writer’s brain actually start working so tyty,, also for manifesting diluc may this fic bring all of us good luck ☺️✨

and with more motivation to do the 40+ requests in my inbox haha

It’s been weeks since he’s gone away for business and it only took you hours to start missing his presence. As much as Diluc would have loved to stay home with you and not deal with the stress of negotation and interrogating, done to specific people and entities respectively, he has a job to do and so do you.

Adelinde never minds when you stop by while Hillie and Moco appreciate it whenever they find you sweeping away the leaf piles from the outside of the winery. They did, however, notice your sudden shift in mood after the pyro user left for his work. Even the bar attendees would try and lift your mood for a moment when you’d sit at the tavern. 

You’ve counted down the days until he would return but it was always fruitiless since he never gave you a set time he’d be back. 

“I’ll be gone for a bit,” Diluc tells you as he holds your head to his chest. This was the last night he had before setting off yet again. “Do be careful while I’m gone, my love.”

He says variations of those words to you as a reminder of his care and worry for your wellbeing, in a roundabout type of way. It gives you a warm feeling in your chest.

Your eyes look around the tavern at the loud, cheerful, and flushed faces of the patreons, sighing while flicking at your glass of grape juice.

You wish he’d come back now.

--

Did they understand the premise of the meeting? I guess I’ll have Elzer send them a message for extra confirmation. And that camp was new. The Abyss Mages were cleared out that area last week by...him, but there might be more coming.

Diluc cracks his neck in exasperation and as his thoughts clear he realizes that  he’s already at the entrance of the Dawn Winery. His persistent thinking tires him out and he is more than happy to be resting at the comfort of his own home. Maybe he’ll have a bit of time with you if you aren’t busy tonight.

“Welcome back, Master Diluc.” Adelinde greets him and he nods at her, looking around the winery without thinking about it. The head housemaid gives him a knowing look and grin sets on her face. “Are you looking for something? Or, someone?” Diluc doesn’t answer but he turns his face away. It was a long night so he might as well head to bed and try to find you tomorrow if you weren’t here after all.

He shrugs off his coat as he hears the doors open but before he can place it over a chair, he drops the article of clothing and his arms are suddenly occupied. 

Right when you caught the red color of his hair all reason was thrown out the window as you rushed forward and jumped into his arms, him carrying you.

Diluc steps back a bit but is able to balance himself quickly as he is aware that it is you that suddenly tackled him and not some random stranger. Not many people were this bold to come within a close proximity to him anyways.

“Y/n,” he calls your name and you lift your head from his neck and see his stoic face. Had you been anyone else he might have looked mad, but he in fact wasn’t. You knew the looks he gave when he was mad and the blush on his cheeks didn’t help his current predicament. 

“Ah...” you say slowly upon seeing that you were in the winery with the workers seeing the entire scene. Contrary to what he expected you to do, your arms tighten around his neck and you narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t care. You were gone for too long so I think I should be able to do this.” He gives you an “are you serious” look but doesn’t make a move to let you go. 

“Master Diluc?” Elzer clears his throat and the winery owner turns around while still holding onto you. Hillie and Moco are trying their best to silence their quiet giggling seeing him look less intimidating with a very special person attached to him. “I should be able to send the letter tomorrow morning and I am aware of what you would like written inside. I suggest you get some rest, it has been a long trip.”

In agreement with the statement you nuzzle further into his neck and Diluc stiffens at the extra affection you are giving him considering who can see you both. You were already in his arms so what more, you reason.

Diluc clears his throat before excusing himself to head to his bedroom. He can feel you smile against him and feel the small kisses you are scattering along the areas of him you can reach. Once the door closes, he throws you on the bed before hovering over you.

“What was that?” He asks you, voice low. He’s a tad bit annoyed but the face you’re giving him satiates that annoyance. 

“I missed you,” you say happily, taking a loose strand of his long hair to press a kiss to it. Diluc sighs and leans down to press his forehead against yours. You gasp in feeling how warm his face was and how close his face was to yours.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers against you and kisses the corner of your lips. You pout and make a notion to tell him that he missed, but he silences you with a single look. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you all the attention you deserve.”

[reallyverybored]

Matching his crazy — (5) Broken puppets || [Jang Han-seok x reader]

<part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4>

“Do you want to meet my brother?” Han-seok asked as he poured two glasses of wine in the kitchen. “We could have dinner together.”

“Thanks, but no.”

He laughed then handed you a glass. “This was a very confident no. But I won’t force it, don’t worry. It was nothing more but a simple suggestion.”

Actually, it was. He wanted to let his brother know that you were here. He wanted him to know that had found someone who was almost an equal, someone he actually loved. Based on the suspicious look on your face, you already knew that. In the end, you let out an annoyed groan and looked up at the ceiling.

“Jeez, fine,” you said after a short pause. “Next time just tell me why you want to do something. But now that I mentioned the why—why are you doing this? I kinda feel bad for your brother.”

“He has never been good enough to be any use to me,” he began to explain as he swept a strand of hair out of your face. “Plus, I need him to know that. I need him to know his place.”

“Oh, pure brotherly love,” you said sarcastically.

“Anyway,” he said, changing the subject, “I need you to have lunch with me tomorrow. Come and meet me at Wusang.”

You opened your mouth to say something but you quickly changed your mind. As you took a sip of your wine, you picked up your phone and started going through your inbox. “I’ll probably have to work all night so I wasn’t planning to get out of bed before noon,” you told him, quickly showing him the screen with over a hundred unread messages.

“Thiswasn’t exactly a request.”

“Do I look like I care?” you asked defiantly. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to. I’m not one of those idiots you can just order around as you wish.” For one quick moment Han-seok looked taken aback by your reaction, but then he soon pulled himself together, sipping his wine as if you hadn’t said anything. “But… Okay, just out of curiosity—why would you want me there? I thought you were acting so flirty with the lawyer we met the other day for a reason.”

You were annoyed because you were jealous. He liked it. His lips curled into a smile while he put down his glass and leaned closer as if he was about to kiss you, but instead he kissed the tip of your nose and said, “I know a great place near the office and I want you to try it. It’s best to go during the day. Also, Cha-young left the firm in case you’ve forgotten. Too bad, she was a great asset.”

“Doesn’t she know too much about Babel’s dirty methods?”

“That’s exactly why I’ll keep an eye on her,” he told you. “I even helped her move into her father’s house and went to help her after she got arrested. Talking about that—you looked surprised when I mentioned her new friend’s name. Do you know him or something?”

“No, I don’t. His name sounded familiar but I mistook him for someone else,” you said a little too quickly. You were an excellent liar, he knew that, but something was off about your answer. You definitely knew something, but he had no idea what it was. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Shaking his head, Han-seok put down his glass and went to check his phone that began to buzz on the kitchen island. After flashing an apologetic smile at you, he answered the call and walked to the other room for the conversation.

It was bad. Really bad. The warehouse of Babel Pharmaceuticals was on fire. He quickly put down the phone and started screaming angrily as he kicked a table and knocked everything off of it.

He only calmed down a bit when he noticed you watching him with an almost worried look on your face. “I need to go. Our warehouse is on fire,” he quickly said, already heading for his car keys.

You didn’t say a word. You knew him and it wouldn’t have changed a thing. Once you saw his car leave, you let out a sigh and picked up your phone to call someone. “Hey, Dad. So about that name,” you began eagerly, “was I right?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely the same guy. How the hell did you manage to stumble upon him in Korea?” he asked, and you could hear he was probably in the middle of making breakfast in the background. “Wait, is he there because of Han-seok? If that little piece of—”

“Dad, he doesn’t even know that I know who he is. As of now I think he only assumes he’s just a random lawyer from Italy. That’s all.”

Your father let out an irritated groan. “If he does anything stupid, you’d better get on the first flight back home. And sweetie, be careful with that Cassano kid. I remember the things I heard about him back in Italy and he’s dangerous.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Yet you’re still there with Han-seok despite saying it will be nothing more but a short trip. I’ll never understand what you love about him,” he pointed out.

At this point your head hit the table. There you were again, on the verge of having the same pointless conversation again. This time your were smarter than to let it happen, though. “Lucky for us, you don’t need to understand. All right, I have tons of e-mails to answer before going to sleep so I’ll hang up now. Thanks for everything. Bye.”

You ended the call before he could scold you for the way you replied to his statement. At least you didn’t have to lie about work, there were the e-mails and a bunch of contracts you had to check that night. This was the only way you were willing to stay in Korea, if you could occasionally work remotely. But it wasn’t easy as your mind kept wandering back to the fire at the warehouse, and you began to wonder if it was an accident or arson.

When Han-seok returned hours later, he brought a surprise guest home with him—his brother. Even though he had told you a lot about him and their relationship, seeing the way Han-seo acted around his brother was truly amusing. He had been traumatized by all those years of abuse, and for a moment you honestly felt bad for him. Despite seeing Han-seok kill someone and terrorize people before, this was the very thing that showed you what a monster he truly was.

You had to play it smart now. How you shaped your relationship with Han-seo tonight could affect his brother’s plans in the future. You had to choose wisely and you picked the younger sibling without much hesitation. When Han-seok started strangling him with a towel, you tried to stop him, even if you didn’t really mean it. After he was finally allowed to leave, you accompanied him to his car to have a short conversation with him, to assure him of your support.

“What was this all about?” Han-seok asked when you returned.

Letting out a short laugh, you sat on the couch and put your legs on the armchair next to it. “You need a puppet that’s in tact for your plans. If you keep acting like this around him, you’re going to break him,” you informed him.

“And?”

“You’re smarter than this.”

“I’ll get him fixed,” he replied with a shrug as he sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “I always do.”

“And what if he’s broken beyond repair? What will you do then?” This time he didn’t respond at all because he knew you were right. “Let’s see what he does if he thinks he has a safety net.”

[la-galaxie-langblr]

oh how exciting! i hope you enjoy your game of dnd, i played once with friends but it wasn’t my kind of thing 😅

my hobbies? i like to spend time with my dog, read excellent literature, watch movies (particularly indie), and binge-watch tv shows (i’m currently on my first watch of the office u.s). on the side i’m a writer but i have a little bit of writer’s block at the moment so that’s fun 🤧

tell me about yourself! top 3 books, movies, songs, artists, writers, tv shows, anything you can come up with.

do you have valentines day plans or are you spending it solo?

and finally, i’ll leave you with a philosophical question. what do you believe is the meaning of life?

stay safe! will be back in your inbox tomorrow night at the latest :)

(long answer under the cut)

Those sound like great hobbies!! If you're comfortable sharing, what books do you like reading (genres/titles/whatever) and do you have a particular WIP ongoing?

Hmmmmmm top 3s here we go

Books (of 2022) - Babel, Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, All For The Game (technically a series but shhhhhh)

Movies - I haven't watched a lot of movies but some I enjoyed recently were The Breakfast Club, Knives Out and Glass Onion, I'm really looking forward to watching Grease, The Menu, the barbie movie and the new Mario movie (in an ironic way) in the near future!!

Songs/artists - my Spotify Wrapped was a lot of dodie, mxmtoon and baby queen, in particular Hot Mess (dodie), Frown (mxmtoon) and Buzzkill (Baby Queen)

Authors - Alice Oseman, RF Kuang, Adiba Jaigirdar

TV Shows - same sort of thing with the films, I like Avatar The Last Airbender, Derry Girls and Haikyuu

Bonus categories:

Podcasts (nonfiction) - Ologies, No Such Thing As A Fish, Lexicon Valley

Podcasts (fiction) - The Magnus Archives, Camp Here And There, woe.begone, honourable mention goes to Welcome To Nightvale

Meals - Chicken pathia, spaghetti bolognaise, chicken crumble

Desserts - fifteens (a delicious northern irish traybake), cheesecake, brownies

Against my best wishes I am single this year, but my friends and I are gonna do our yearly 'If you're not taken then you're part of the Single Friends Secret Santa' tradition, basically every year our school does a fundraiser for charity around Valentine's where you can buy plastic roses and various kinds of sweets and add a personalised message on it for it to be delivered around the school, so basically we draw names, buy a 'Passion Package' (a bundle of every item at a discounted price, yes it is intended to sound that euphemistic) for whoever we draw and sign it "Your Secret Admirer (No Homo)" just embarrass each other in front of our classmates

The meaning of life oh boy sldhskhdslhsslv, I'm religious so yeah I do believe I have a Higher Purpose etc etc but in my day to day life I just try to be a kind person I guess, like we're all here so we may as well try not to make things miserable for each other, that's enough philosophy for me for a Wednesday afternoon 😅

I'm really enjoying answering your questions anon, you're very creative and I look forward to chatting to you more :D

[marvelouspeterparker]

hellooo so I kind of had an idea where tom has gone filming somewhere and the reader is sick but she doesn’t tell him. But then her male bff who tom’s kinda jealous of posts on his story about he’s taking care of her and tom gets upset because he’s not the one taking care of his girl.

––clearing out my inbox–– (requests are closed)

when tom first saw the story, he immediately tapped to the next one because if he was being honest, he didn’t really care what your best friend had going on. but then he realized that he recognized that beautiful smile, those pretty eyes. he quickly swiped back and focused on the video. your friend was handing you a cup of tea as you looked up at him thankfully, wrapped in blankets, the caption ‘taking care of her when she’s sick...i’m obviously the #1 best friend’. it had been posted a couple hours ago, but since tom was working earlier, he hadn’t seen it.

he kept replaying the video, noticing how tired you looked, how you were wearing sweats, all the signs were telling him you’d been sick for days, when he only left a couple days ago. why had you hidden that from him?

he immediately closed the app and opened your contact, pressing the camera icon. 

you had just finished blowing your nose when your phone started ringing. you groaned and rolled over to your nightside table, picking up the device. when you saw the caller id, your eyes widened. you looked terrible right now. and it’s not like you tried to look absolutely perfect every time you saw him, but you didn’t want him to worry with how sick you looked. 

you practically held your breath as you watched the ringing stop. you got another notification, a text message. you opened your phone, it was from tom.

tom: darling why didn’t you answer? is everything alright? 

after a short moment, he sent another one.

tom: i saw you were active on instagram so i know you’re on your phone

you winced, cursing to yourself softly.

y/n: yeah sorry, everything’s alright! why wouldn’t it be?

tom: because you’re sick.

you sighed, shit. how did he even know? he must be a little upset since he ended with a period...you took a deep breath and sat up slightly, calling him back. he picked up right after the first ring. 

you smiled softly as the camera opened to show his concerned face, a small pout on his lips, his brows furrowed. you could tell he was taking in your appearance, trying to see if you were okay. 

“how did you find out?” you asked sheepishly.

he pursed his lips. “matt’s story.”

“oh...” 

his eyes softened, but you could tell he was a little upset. “why didn’t you tell me, love?”

you shrugged, looking around the room, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. “i don’t know, i just didn’t want you to worry tommy. you were leaving.”

“and i would have stayed longer to take care of you––”

“which is why i didn’t tell you, tom.” you tilted your head, looking at him through the screen. his hair was ruffled, he was in his sweats, he must have been done for the day. “i didn’t want you to postpone anything because of me. your job is important.”

“you’re important to me.” his voice was getting firmer, almost offended.

“i know baby, i know. but still––plus i’m fine!” you tried to look on the bright side. “i have matt here.”

“yeah i know.” tom clenched his jaw and looked away for a moment. “but i should be doing what he’s doing. taking care of you. making you tea.” his voice was small now. “makes me feel like i’m not doing enough...i want to be there for you, love. it feels like i’m always away when you need me.” 

your lips curved into a frown, his words piercing into your mind and your heart. you had no idea he felt like this. “tom you know i don’t blame you for having to work, right? i love you and i support your career one hundred percent. and yeah you leave sometimes, but it’s all worth it in the end when you tell me all about your time away, and we get to hold each other again...it feels really special after so long.”

his lips curved into a smile and you mirrored his expression. “i really do love you, darling. don’t know what i did to deserve you.”

your smile widened. “i know.” 

he shook his head, laughing. “are you okay though? is matt still there?”

“i’m okay, nose is a little stuffy though. and no he left a little while ago.”

he nodded. “did you drink water today? eat? take medication?”

you smiled, “yes, yes and yes.”

“okay good.” he checked the time. “it’s getting late over there babe, you know i love talking to you but you should go to sleep, you need all the rest you can get.”

you could feel your heart bursting from his worrying. “yes sir.”

he smirked, “don’t start with me. not when you’re sick.”

you laughed, turning to plug in your phone and get settled in the covers. “i really miss you bub. i know it’s only been like two days but still.”

he sighed almost apologetically. “miss you too, love. more than you know.” he pressed a kiss to the camera and you did as well. “i’ll call you tomorrow during my break to make sure you’re alright, okay?” you nodded, letting out a small okay. “love you sweetheart. goodnight.”

“goodnight tommy. love you.”

[msgrumpygills]

Happy Easter!

I know it’s tomorrow but I’m going to be taking the weekend off. I haven’t forgotten about the messages in my inbox and when I come back I’ll try to answer them in the best order (recent stuff first). 

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend if you celebrate and if you don’t, I hope you have a wonderful weekend anyway! 

<3

[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [Chapter 1] 

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, dirty talk, masturbation, sex toys, mentions of sexting/sending photos/videos, baby this has hella plot lmao dkhf 🥴💕 WELCOME TO UNTIL I MET YOU!! THE MINI-SEQUEL TO CAFFEINE! A bit of a shorter chapter but I didn’t want to overload with too much everything in the first chapter, ykwim? 😎 Thank you so much for your patience with this sequel, I know there were a ton of people asking for a sequel for months after I said I would 💕😭😭 As always, inbox roundup tomorrow! And don’t forget, next chapter for UIMY goes up on Feb 26th! T|H ch 1 next Friday! 🥰💕 Enjoy ch 1, have a great weekend and I love you! 💕

chapters; 1 - x - x - x - x

“Mmh… Wonwoo…”

His hands roam all over your naked body; warmth spreading all over when he digs his blunt fingernails into the skin of your waist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His voice is soft, gentle, yet teasing; barely above a whisper as your back bows off of the bed to lean into his simple touches. “I missed you, sweetheart. Missed your ‘lil cunt too.”

A choked sob falls from your lips, followed quickly by rushed, hurried cries for Wonwoo to move faster.

“Don’t you want me to take my time? We haven’t seen each other in months.” 

There’s a smirk on his lips, eyes twinkling with mischief when you reply back with a shaky whine. “Don’t you want me to slide my cock into your pretty ‘lil pussy nice ‘n slow? Let you feel every inch of me filling you up, just like it’s the first time all over again.” He stares at you dreamily; fixated on the way your body chases his hands when he drags them down to your thighs. “Or would you prefer it if I fucked you hard and fast? Your cute body squirming and trembling from how good I give it to you and my cock slamming into your tight ‘lil cunt.”

Wonwoo’s fingertips spread your folds as he licks his lips; appreciating how wet you already were for him.

“Bet your toys don’t feel as good as the real thing, huh?”

You shake your head ‘no’ furiously, “N-no, god, no! Wonwoo, p-please!” The male grins down at you, pouting mockingly at your desperate, pleading eyes. 

The wetness between your legs is unbearable and the sobs are caught in your throat when Wonwoo leans over you, lips ghosting across your own.

“Okay. Just say--”

You’re shocked awake by your alarm clock; chest heaving in deep breaths as you sit up in your crumpled sheets. “Oh, fuck...” Groaning, your clammy palms reach for the ringing device as you shut it off and sigh.

The clock reads 10:02AM; tired eyes trying to blink away the sleep that threatens to take you back to the dreamland you much preferred. Although, dreaming about Wonwoo was becoming a little bit too common these last few days.

Sighing once more, you move to get out of bed; already finding your panties soaking wet and sticking to you like a second skin when you stand.

“Ugh... Damn it.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit; teeth chattering with the pleasure that pours over your body.

“Oh, god, please, p-please…”

Images of Wonwoo dance behind your eyelids; sultry smirks and teasing glances bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.

If there was anything that the last few months without Wonwoo taught you, it was that you couldn’t afford to lose him - in more ways than one. And despite his lack of calls or even text messages, you held out in hopes he still felt the same way that you did despite the distance.

You sent him pictures and videos of yourself often; teasing images half naked, toys in hand, and videos crying out his name while you came. And while he took the time to reply to those with praise and adoration, he almost never sent anything back. 

When he did, it was always short, clipped replies of how exhausted he was and how he didn’t have much time.

“Ngh, h-harder…” Your toes curl against the bedsheet; phantom feelings of his cock fucking you hard and deep making you cry out in desperation to be filled by his cock.

Your phone rings on the nightstand next to you as you cum - vibrator pressed so hard against your clit that your back bows off of the sheets while your thighs shake uncontrollably. 

And for the first time in a long time, it’s an orgasm that feels like it’s worth something.

‘Gyu: hey did wonwoo text u?

‘Gyu: he’s back next monday he said

‘Gyu: idk abt classes tho, might be out of commission for a while bc jetlag

‘Gyu: thinking abt throwing him a party on friday after he comes back...

‘Gyu: u wanna plan with us orrrrr? U got a private party or sth 🥴😏

‘Gyu: lmk

You’re nervous. Shy, even.

After you’d come down from your orgasm and checked your phone, your mind momentarily went blank from shock and the first thing you’d done was text Wonwoo to ask if he was really coming back that soon.

‘Ah, yeah, I was just about to text you. Prof said we can go home early if we wanted since we finished up classes. I’ll see you sometime next week? Jetlag and stuff.’, was all he had said and in your excited state, the only thing you had responded with was an, ‘Okay, great!’, without asking when, where, or what time.

You figured you’d give him some time to readjust instead of bombarding him as soon as he got in. But each second that you knew Wonwoo was home, you found yourself itching to just be in his presence.

You just had to be a little more patient.

Wednesday morning comes and you find yourself skipping your morning class to go to the library.

For studying, you tell yourself.

The male at the receptionist table shoots you a small smile to which you awkwardly smile back before ducking into an empty aisle. All you knew was that it seemed like Wonwoo wasn’t here.

Maybe he’s still at the frat house, you wonder.

Sighing slightly under your breath, you decide that maybe getting some work done would actually help distract you from looking for the male.

You find an empty table, setting your things down before pulling out your phone. 

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were being so shy and nervous about contacting Wonwoo, especially when you so unabashedly sent him nudes every few days when he was away. 

Although, with how things had been before he left and the prospect of actually dating once he came back from his semester abroad - the butterflies in your stomach had been nonstop with the different scenarios that played out in your head. You’d even gone so far as to plan what happened if Wonwoo had decided he didn’t want to make an attempt at dating you.

“Sweetheart?”

The grip you have on your phone only tightens as you whip your head around to find Wonwoo standing behind your chair and you swear your heart stops beating the same time your breath gets caught in your throat. “H-huh?”

He smiles gently down at you and you can’t help but wonder how long you were spaced out to not notice him there. 

“Is this a dream too?” You wonder aloud - Wonwoo chuckling in response as he moves to collect your things for you.

“Have you been dreaming about me that much, sweetheart?” You stutter and stumble over your words; embarrassment eating at you every second that Wonwoo has a knowing smile plastered on his lips.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat since we both know you’re not really here to study.”

The version of Wonwoo that sits across the cafe table is… different.

Not bad, just different.

His arms are much tanner and definitely more muscular and the glasses missing from his face lets you appreciate his eyes even more when they’re not hidden behind the thick frames. He had even opted to wear a sleeveless shirt; something that you weren’t used to when he usually was around campus in long sleeves and sweater vests.

Although, you can’t and won’t deny the way your body reacts to this Wonwoo.

“Hey, I’m talking to you and you’re just spacing out.” Muttering, he leans over the small cafe table until his face is only inches away from yours and the smirk on his lips already lets you know that you’ve been caught staring.

“Listen, I know I’ve been gone for three months but you’re lookin’ at me like you haven’t had a fix in all that time.” Your lips press into an embarrassed firm line, avoiding his stare as he raises a brow at you.

“Wait, you didn’t fuck anyone in the three months I was gone?”

“No… did you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper; a little afraid that his answer will be ‘yes’ when he takes a second longer to respond.

“Nah,” He settles back into his seat, “I told you, didn’t I? I was willing to try the whole… dating, relationship thing with you when I got back. Although, I’m somewhat surprised one of the others didn’t try to seduce you while I was gone.”

You laugh slightly, cheeks warm as Wonwoo teases. “I wouldn’t have given them the time of day anyway.”

Your entire body burns hot, palms clammy in your lap from how giddy you were to be with Wonwoo and it made your heart do backflips knowing that he’d still been willing to try with you.

“Ah, how was it abroad anyway? You… didn’t really say much over the past few months so I feel like I don’t know how you were. Just some messages about how tired you were...” He takes a sip of his coffee; unintentionally making you internally scream when his lips form a pout while he thinks.

“Honestly? Other than the days we were excavating ‘n stuff, it was pretty boring. Really hectic though, and a lot of documenting which meant a lot of paperwork. I swear, I closed my eyes and I saw the inside of my textbooks.” He chuckles lightly, eyes focused on the cup of coffee in front of him.

“I just want to say sorry for my lack of communication. I really didn’t expect to be so busy that I couldn’t even pick up a call.” There’s a genuine apologetic look on Wonwoo’s face when he looks back at you. “And the time difference was really rough too. I didn’t want to take it out on you over the phone if I was stressed about not sleeping or the workload. I know we can get a little rough when we ‘play’ but this wasn’t that and it wouldn’t have been fair.”

Oh.

“T-that’s okay, I understand!” Your heart does somersaults in your chest, “I--thank you for thinking about me too.”

The feelings you have bubbling up inside of you make you feel like you’re falling in love for the first time, all over again. “Um… Sorry I sent so many pictures ‘n stuff.”

Wonwoo laughs, this time throwing his head back slightly before he tries to hide his wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his and for a split second, you see the familiar dominating look in his eyes before he leans over the small cafe table again.

“I might’ve not had all the time to entertain you those times but I thought about you alllll the time. I missed everything about you.” His voice is barely above a whisper - careful to not let anyone else in the cafe hear the topic of conversation. “Which, by the way…You piqued my interest earlier with your question. You never really answered my question about having dreams about me.”

You shift in your seat as you avert your eyes from his; eyes flitting down his toned body instead as you mentally curse yourself.

“I… kinda? I m-mean… not normally but just--just these last few days. It’s almost been every night… I wake up and--and it’s just… I’m...” You trail off; somewhat shy to say the rest of what you were going to say even though you’re almost certain Wonwoo already knows.

“Odd. Me too. I kept dreaming about you, which is, honestly, kind of why I thought to come back earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Mm, we still had 2 weeks left, technically. A bit of a spillover since my professor wanted us to explore the city once finals were over. But I just wanted to come home.” He finishes with a chuckle - a soft look in his eyes.

You pout back at him, “You didn’t come home early just for ‘lil ‘ol me, did you?” You say it jokingly, but deep down you do wonder.

“Would that be so bad?” Grinning, Wonwoo sets a couple of bills down onto the table to cover the meals you both barely have touched.

“Like I said, I missed everything about you, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo walks you back to your place afterwards; laughing and joking with you as if he hadn’t been gone for the last 3 months. 

There’s a certain playfulness about him that makes your heart bloom and part of you wonders if he’s opening up to you more now that there’d been some time apart.

“Are you gonna be working at the library again? Or is that done forever now?” “Mm.. I mean, it’d be kind of weird if I stopped, don’t you think?”

The grin of his face is telling and you have to mentally stop yourself from letting your mind wander in the middle of the sidewalk. “Y-yeah... Studying in my apartment isn’t really the same, y’know…”

Laughing, Wonwoo takes the opportunity to swing an arm around your shoulder as he tucks you under his arm. “I was actually at the library earlier to ask about my position back. I start tomorrow.” Goosebumps rise on your skin and the close proximity is enough to make you whimper.

“I’m only taking two classes this semester to give myself a bit of a break so I’ll be in the library more often to fill up the time. You can always call me if you need to know where I am. I promise I’ll respond this time, sweetheart.”

Before you know it, the two of you are already standing outside of your complex as Wonwoo takes his arm off of you.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?” There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice that has you nodding feverishly in return.

“I have a morning class but I’ll come by in the afternoon? I can text you to let you know, just in case.” You offer back.

Wonwoo licks his lips, tilting his head before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead.

The soft gesture momentarily throws you off as you freeze but the smoldering look in Wonwoo’s eyes when he pulls away lets you know that he’s already scheming.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

[drmmyrs]

Remember Me (Becca x MC)

So, weird story. I was randomly browsing tumblr one time when this ask pops out at the top of the screen (req about amnesia au Becca’s POV). It wasn’t even related to anything I was reading but checked my inbox and it wasn’t there. Most probably the ask isn’t for me but still wrote it just in case 😅

PS if someone DID send me this ask, kindly drop me a message just so I know I’m not seeing things 😭

PPS I’m trying out a new writing style and I’m not sure if it’s any good so I’d really appreciate any feedback 🥺 (this will be a mini series too, I think, since the angst potential is definitely there 😂)

PPPS title is inspired from the song in Coco just cause I’ve been playing it a lot on piano recently

tag list: @whackawriting @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @uselesslesbianfr @baexpoppy @alexroyard @alexlabhont @veenast @noixngn @sillyandcutewizardstuffs (If you wanna be added or removed or just prefer a certain ship just let me know ❤️)

Pairing: Becca x MC (Emily)

Word Count: 2090

I don't remember what happened, nor know where I am, but I hear shouting, lots of it. I try to move, but my body feels completely numb; the only thing I can feel is the trickle of liquid that splatters across my face. Rain? I open my eyes strenuously, but all I can see past my blurry vision are brown eyes glistening with tears. I can't quite make out her face, but for some reason, seeing her cry sends a flurry of emotions that hurt more than my throbbing head. I try to open my mouth, hoping to provide comfort somehow, but no words come out. She is saying something over and over again, something about leaving? But my head hurts too much to be able to comprehend. A siren then blares from a distance, growing louder by the second as flashes of red cloud my vision. And that is when everything turns black.

I slowly open my eyes–still reeling from the nightmare that somehow felt too real–and harsh, blinding lights immediately greet me. I hastily shut my eyes back and suddenly become well aware of the ache engulfing my entire body. It isn't before long that I realize that someone is holding my hand, tracing lazy circles against my skin ever so often. I try to move it but only manage to lift a finger, and at once, the grip tightens and becomes still for a moment before I hear a voice– How can a voice sound so familiar... yet so strange? It's saying my name, urgent and gentle at the same time as though I might break at any second. I try to open my eyes, but exhaustion grips me powerless. And soon, I succumb to its fiery grasp as I slip back into slumber.

When I wake up again, I already feel much stronger than before. The ache in my body has turned into a dull hum as if sharp nails are gently caressing my skin, enough to be felt but not to hurt. I look around the room, panic swelling in my chest as I take in the sight of different medical equipment looming around my bed and needles sticking out of my arm. I fight the urge to squirm as I take big, calming breaths, ignoring how the four white walls seem to close in on me. Thankfully, the door opens, and a nurse walks in, temporarily distracting me from my distress. She smiles upon seeing me awake and walks towards me.

"Welcome back, Ms. Davenport. How are you feeling?"

"W–where am I?" I ask weakly.

"In the hospital. A month ago, you were involved in a car crash, and your head was hurt pretty badly," the nurse says sympathetically. She is now taking my vitals, scribbling something on her chart from time to time.

Car crash?

I scrunch my eyes, trying to remember, but the harder I try, the more my head hurts.

"Wait. A month? Are you saying that I've been here... for a month?"

The nurse nods. "You've been unconscious the entire time. But your vitals now are looking good. The doctor will just run a few tests to make sure we don't miss anything."

I stay quiet for a while, my mind still processing everything the nurse just said, which has only raised new questions.

"Your friends and family were really worried about you, you know. There wasn't a day when you didn't have any visitors. Especially that special friend of yours you were in the car with." The nurse turns towards me, holding a pen against her chin. "What was her name? Em–Emma, I think? She barely left your side. She actually just went to grab some food before you woke up."

...I don't know any Emma, but I don't tell her that.

"What about my parents?"

"Your mom and sister usually visit during the evening."

"And my father?"

The nurse shakes her head. "I don't think I've ever seen your father."

The nurse leaves after a while, and the doctor comes inside the room shortly. I answer a few questions before I'm escorted outside to take some tests. Afterward, the nurse leads me back to my room and gently guides me to bed.

"Would you like me to call in your visitors?" the nurse asks.

I nod.

The nurse goes out, and soon my mom walks in followed by–

"Emily." I frown. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Both of them stop in their tracks. My mom looks at me in concern and confusion, while Emily looks like I just punched her in the gut.

Anger bubbles up inside me as a realization comes to mind. "Y–you. You're the one who did this, aren't you? You're the reason I'm here."

A guilty look flickers across her face, confirming my suspicions. And before I can stop myself, I shout at her to leave, but she stands there motionless, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Go get the doctor," my mom tells her, which snaps her out of her shock. She scurries out of the room at the same time my mom starts walking towards me.

"Why is she here, Mom?"

My mom stops at the side of the bed and reaches out to stroke my hair. "Honey, the accident was not her fault."

"But she was there with me..."

"Yes."

"Why?"

My mom's hand goes still, resting on top of my head. "Becca, what was the last thing you remember?"

"I..." I close my eyes and think hard for a moment. "I–I remember hosting the Kappa party. But that doesn't make any sense. Why would I leave with Emily?"

A brief look of panic flashes across her eyes.

"Mom? What's wrong?"

My mom smiles at me, but it looks forced. "It's nothing, sweetie. The doctor will be here soon."

But I can see that she's trying her best to keep calm–the look on her face similar to when she would talk to my little sister and me right after we would hear her and dad fight.

The doctor comes in a little while later, asking a bunch of questions similar to my mom's. They then do more tests on me, and I grow scared by the minute, not understanding what the hell is going on. Eventually, I'm back in my room alone, my mom and the doctor staying outside to talk. After some time, they enter the room, and my mom sits beside me, taking my hand as the doctor walks towards the other side of the bed.

I look at my mom, drained from all the medical tests I went through the entire day. "What's happening, Mom? I'm scared."

My mom squeezes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. "The doctor will explain it to you, sweetie. But I'll be right here the whole time." She then gives a single nod to the doctor.

The doctor smiles at me politely. "How are you feeling, Becca?"

I stare at him, suddenly annoyed at being asked the same question over and over again.

"Right then." The doctor clears his throat. "During the accident, your brain was affected more than we initially thought." He pauses, and I meet his gaze, willing him to go straight to the point. "It seems like you have retrograde amnesia, meaning that you have no memory of the past three years of your life."

The doctor goes on and on about the technicalities, but I'm not listening anymore. His voice is reduced to background noise as I repeat his words inside my head, trying to grasp the implications of what he just said. I prop myself up, looking wildly around the room, tugging at my shirt as if it would help me breathe. But it doesn't. My body feels numb, which is why I almost don't notice my mom pulling me into a tight hug, stroking my back comfortingly as she whispers reassurances. I focus on her voice, forcing myself to take deep breaths as I slowly begin to calm down. I pull away after some time, recomposing myself as I find my voice.

"Three years," I whisper.

"We'll help you recover your memories, honey. But for now, you can ask me anything you like."

"I–I think I just need some rest."

My mom nods, helping me settle back in bed before she leaves, promising to be back tomorrow.

Sleep comes easy to me, and I wake up the next day with Madison sitting at the chair next to my bed, browsing her phone.

"Hey, Maddie."

She looks up from her phone, a smile lighting up her face before she practically jumps out of her chair to hug me. "Becca!"

"Ow, that... kinda hurts."

When she pulls away from me, her eyes are teary.

"Sorry, I just missed you so much. You were gone for so long! I thought–"

"Hey, hey, none of that," I say, smiling at her.

She pulls the chair closer to my bed and sits down. "How are you, Becca? Your mom told me about your... condition."

I stare at the ceiling. "Yeah, it sucks." I snap my head back to her. "Tell me something. Do we still hang out a lot?"

"We still meet up from time to time. Not as much as we used to, though," Madison says, smiling sadly.

I nod. "Who do I usually hang out with now?"

"Emily."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Did we become close friends or something?"

"Oh, right. You've only been together for like two years," Madison murmurs contemplatively. "She's your girlfriend, Becca."

I let the information sink in. "You have got to be kidding me." I stare at her wide-eyed. "How–What–Why?"

Madison recounts our 'love story,' each detail more absurd than the last. I don't want to believe any of it, but Emily as my girlfriend... it actually explains everything. I rub my temples. How the hell did that happen? I remember like it was yesterday when she tried to steal Chris away from me. And now... and now...

"Maddie? Can you do me a favor and grab me something to eat? I'm starving."

Madison smiles. "Of course."

Madison goes out in a while, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

***

After a few more days of recovery, I am finally allowed to leave the hospital. Despite my protests, my mom explains that I will have to stay with Emily and her friends at what I assume has been my home for the past two years. She explains that she prefers for someone to look after me constantly, and she will not be able to do that with her job and all.

Outside the hospital, I find Emily waiting near a car; her eyes are bloodshot, as if she hasn't slept a wink in days. When she sees me approaching, her face immediately brightens up. Our gazes lock briefly before I turn back to my mom.

"Are you sure I can't stay with you?"

My mom smiles sadly. "I'm sorry, honey. I wish you could, but..."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Look, I know you don't remember, but these people you've been living with... they care about you very much.”

I nod.

My mom pulls me into a hug before guiding me inside the car, shutting the door afterward. She and Emily talk for a brief moment outside, and I watch as she hugs Emily before walking away. Emily steps into the passenger seat.

Zack, who is sitting in the driver's seat, turns around and smiles at me warmly. "I'm glad you're back."

I shift uncomfortably, ignoring his gaze. "Thanks."

We drive home silently, awkwardness saturating the car space. Upon arriving, I observe the details of the house, seeing if it sparks any memories... but nothing. I see Emily looking at me intently, probably thinking the same thing. They then lead me inside the house, and I step in hesitantly, taking in the surroundings, which vary immensely from the sorority house, the last place I lived based on my memories. Emily guides me to my room, lingering near me as I open the door.

"Becca–"

I turn towards her. "Please don't. I know you think I'm your girlfriend. A–and I guess I was. But as far as I remember, I don't like you at all. So I would appreciate it if you just leave me alone." I turn around and go inside my room, shutting the door behind me. I then lie on the bed, trying to forget how the light dimmed out of Emily's eyes as I broke her heart.