#but I just watched this movie again yesterday and I couldn’t resist

[chonijabitha]

Hercules (1997)

dir. John Musker, Ron Clements

[revehae]

tw // noncon. yes its rape dont ask me no stupid fucking questions

yesterday (over a month ago technically) i couldn’t stop thinking about apologetic rapist haechan like ugghhhhhhhhhh

walk with me. this is a man you trust to have in your home, spending time watching movies and playing video games together in between your stressful lives… you’ve confided in each other about all of your problems, big or small, and chat about everything under the sun. you give him advice that he doesn’t listen to, then has the audacity to complain afterwards. he’s got a spare key to your place and you’ve got one to his, and all your boyfriends over the years feel like they have to compete with him, but the thought is ridiculous to you. compete with haechan romantically? it’s laughable. sure the guy has seen you half naked, but it’s not like that, you’re comfortable, you’ve never seen him ogle you or heard him make some unsolicited comment about your body that even strangers have made… why would anyone have to compete with haechan? he’s your best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

you’re not sure how you could’ve been so wrong. the way you see it, the haechan you thought you knew wouldn’t take advantage of how comfortable you feel around him, the fact that you let him share a bed with you every now and then. it’s not necessarily strange for his hands to wander around you, he’s clingy and unconsciously does it in his sleep, but it is strange for them to be so firm at your hips, nails digging into your skin, sounds that aren’t soft snores falling from his whiny lips.

confusion dwindles. betrayal stings your eyes. haechan sees it, too. he lifts his head up, tosses the hair out his face, and meets your eyes. there’s no arrogant shimmer to his eyes or smug smile to his face; the opposite. there’s shame and guilt and sadness, you want to think, and he beats you to a word, uttering, “i’m sorry…”

but he’s not sorry enough to stop. not even when you struggle against him, trying to wrestle your way out of his arms. you and haechan would play fight all the time, but you never realized just how strong he really was until you try to wrestle out of his arms and he pins your arms in place, whispering, “please. i don’t want to hurt you.”

but he would if he felt he had to. you’re in disbelief, the ugliest feeling festering inside your chest as it tightens so hard you can hardly breathe. when you beg him to stop, he says, “i can’t.” because you feel so much better than he’s ever imagined, and he’s imagined it a lot, and he just “can’t resist” himself. his eyes are misty, out of pleasure or out of shame, but either way, he needs to do this. he has to.

he can’t look you in your eyes. he can’t look at your face at all, really. he knows what he’ll see, the tears pouring from your eyes that gleam with a fierce blend of betrayal and despair and ire and disbelief. haechan doesn’t want to see you that way. having to hear your sniffles, knowing it’s all his fault, is bad enough. but in spite of the pangs of guilt that really do tear at his chest, he’s still in the middle of you, holding you in place, using your body for his own relief. so he just keeps his clasp on your hips, squeezing his eyes closed, and mutters, “i’m sorry…,” over and over and over again, hoping it’s enough. hoping that you’ll bring yourself to forgive him.

it’s not like it’s long before it’s over. haechan’s not proud of it but you’re all he’s been able to think about and it’s not like he’s ever hit a pussy raw before, if ever. you feel so filthy when he pulls out of you - his cum gushing out of your hole - and so broken. haechan says he’ll help you clean, but you’re rushing over to the bathroom and locking yourself inside before he has a chance to do anything. he hurriedly pulls on his pants and spends a long ten minutes knocking on the door, trying to get you to open it even after you scream at him to leave you alone, but he can hear the shower running from the other side. and he decides to leave you alone for now.

haechan tries to make it up to you, he really does. he doesn’t want you to hate him. you have to understand. your body was calling to him, enticing him, and he tried so hard but he couldn’t control it anymore. he’s gone when you return from a really, really long shower that you took in hopes of feeling less dirty, but to no avail. every bit of relief you feel at his absence, which isn’t much considering that pieces of him linger everywhere - on your sheets and in your aching bones and everywhere in between - fades when you hear the front door click open and he returns with your favorite takeout in hand. it’s his way of showing you that he’s still your best friend, that he still knows and loves you, that he’s sorry.

you’re not hungry. you have no appetite after that. haechan tries to get you to eat, but the second he comes near you, you flinch away from him. you never thought the day would come, but you are scared of him. he’s not the haechan you thought he was, no matter how hard he tries to convince you that he still is. you beg him to go, to leave you alone, but he doesn’t listen. he never does.

[softtdaisy]

“is the pillow wall really necessary?" with daniel

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x female!reader

Words: 997

A/n: this is my first time writing for Daniel I hope I did him great 🥺

“How do you feel?”

“Awful?”

Even if Daniel gave you a mean look for laughing, to which you immediately apologized, you knew he wasn’t really mad at you. Not when he was still smiling at you like that.

It all started yesterday evening. You’ve been on holiday for three days now and everything was going well. You were visiting the city, doing some tourist stuff as if your boyfriend wasn’t a popular F1 driver. But last night, after you came back to the hotel from the beautiful restaurant you went to, Daniel started to feel bad.

“Nothing too serious, love. I’m sure” he said. But how could you trust about this not being too serious when your tall goofy boyfriend had glassy eyes and was lying in bed like a sick child.

“I will feel better tomorrow, I’m sure!” He said. Needless to say that he didn’t feel better today. It was even worse actually. He spent the whole day in bed, sleeping…not eating, so sleeping again.

You called a doctor to examine him and went out to buy all the medicines he needed. And when you came back, you found your boyfriend sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Clearly not where you left him, earlier.

“But less awful now that I took a shower.” he smiled. You didn’t say anything about being scared of him getting up by himself when you weren’t there, scared that he could have fall and hurt himself. How were you supposed to help him if you weren’t there? But if you said anything, Daniel would laugh and said that you always imagined the worst. That you should think about how hot he was in the shower. You could almost hear him say “the fever and the water? Hot mess baby.” And you laughed at this.

“Stop laughing about me being sick!” Daniel complained, folding his arms and sulking. You couldn’t resist walking to him and taking his face between your hands.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m not making fun of you I promise.” You leaned towards him to kiss him but Daniel stopped you by putting his hand on his mouth. “That’s rude, I said I was making fun of you!”

And now he was the one laughing. “I know. I just don’t want to contaminate you.” You didn’t question it. It made sense. And knowing Daniel, he was really considerate and would make sure you were fine.

So no, you didn’t question it for the rest of the evening. Even if he didn’t feel well, Daniel insisted on staying with you. You ordered diner, watched a movie on tv without understanding a thing because it was in the local language . It was something you loved to do when Daniel was still traveling for the race. You would watch a movie you couldn’t understand and made each other a summary of what you think happened. With Daniel, you always ended up crying from laughing.

You noticed how he was starting to fall asleep. You risked being rejected again and brought a hand to his hair. You brushed it softly until he turned his head to you. “We should go to sleep, Dani.” Always we. Never you. There were no world where you would stand by his side. Because he would do the same with you.

He didn’t protest and accepted the arm you offered to walk to the room. And you realized that you were gone longer than you thought when you went out. Because Daniel clearly didn’t just took a shower.

“Dani?” You asked, as if he wasn’t just standing next to you.

“Yes my love?”

“Is the pillow wall really necessary?"

You had a hard time containing your laugh again. But somehow, while you were gone, Daniel managed to build some kind of pillow wall to separate the two sides of the bed. You guessed he asked the hotel for more pillow because there were not there before. You can tell from their colours, they don’t match the rest of the bedroom.

“I told you, I don’t want to make you sick. So even if it breaks my heart,” he put his hand on his heart to emphasize this “I will miss your arms for the night. Or until I get better.” And some people wondered why you chose to love that man. “And don’t say no! I put the few strength I have to build this.”

“You should consider becoming an architect.” You looked at him with a big smile.

You both laid on your side of the bed, trying to not destroy the wall but it was harder than you thought. As much as you laughed about this crazy that could only come out of Daniel’s mind, you were already missing his arms. What was the point of sharing a bed with the man you love if you can’t enjoy falling asleep with your head on his chest?

“Daniel?” You asked with a small voice. There was no chance he was already sleep…yet this man was full of surprises. But you heard him moving next to you.

“Yes?”

“What happens if I would rather be sick than sleep without you tonight?”

You waited a few seconds. Before he put a pillow away, the one next to your face. That’s how you noticed he moved to face you. “You’re sure?”

“Let’s be sick together my love.” You said, taking another pillow and throwing it away. You both destroyed the wall and threw the pillows all over the place.

“Too bad you’re sick, we could have done a good pillow fight.” You told him once you were finally laying against him, your face on his chest, an arm over his torso, his hand on your hair. You would risk anything to be in this place, even being sick.

“Well, we have these pillows for the rest of the week so…”

That was how you learned that all you needed in life was Daniel and a good amount of pillows.

[fanofstuff02]

HERE I AM! Here I am with a little writing of mine!

Before we get started, this AU belongs to @woah-why-i-am-here and they have pretty cool drawings about it. GO CHECK IT OUT!

Considering the show itself is 16+, this is aswell, know it then read this, also it has Valentino.

DEAR TUMBLR! PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN!

A little summary: Adam fell to hell, needed money, and Valentino was the only one hired him. He owned his soul, and it was too late when Adam realized what he agreed to work on. He is one of Valentino’s top whores now. And of course, Adam and Angel met, in fact, more than ‘met’. Their films sure sell a lot. They slowly become friends and Angel convinces Adam to come to the hotel. This is after these happened. Also not shipping Angel x Adam.

ENJOY! (Also since you love holydust @rius-cave , tagging you!)

“And cut!” Valentino said proudly, ending the scene. “One hour break and we’re here till 8!”

Adam panted as he tried to collect his mind. He slowly backed away from the fish demon gal, wore his robes back and got up to go to his dressing room. This was the third demon he was on top of that day, and sure enough she was not gonna be the last. Today was gonna suck. Val was planning to work on eight fucking movies, not to mention six of them were gay and two of them were with Angel. He was glad the one-hour break came.

“Addie~” He heard someone behind him and felt that certain ‘someone’ gripping his shoulders.

Valentino. Awesome. Just who he needed.

He attempted to not show the fear and hatred he felt to his face and mask. Too bad the fucking thing was programmed to show every emotion on his face, and sometimes they didn’t even needed to be on his face, him feeling them was enough. Angel had a -probably true- theory about it, he thought that it was ‘connected’ to his brain when he wore it. Adam was already regretting that he put the “I will only work with a mask” in his contract. He didn’t like the idea of showing his face on films, but this was much worse. He couldn’t fucking took it off till his shift ended!

“Yes, Val?” He asked, trying to avoid the movements he was doing to his chest. Yes, prick? he corrected himself in his brain.

“You were so, so good in the last one, babe” he chuckled.

“Thank you, Valentino.”

“Go ahead. Rest, baby.” He thought he was gonna leave him, but instead, he leaned in and kissed his cheek, completely disgusting the sinner. He didn’t flinch or resist though, he knew what’d happen if he did. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you and Angie on stage together.” he let out another one of his creepy chuckles and finally let the first man go. Adam almost runned to his dressing room, closed the door behind him and threw himself on the couch.

“Fuuck.” He groaned and tried to grab his wine bottle without getting up.

“Adam?” A familiar voice came from outside.

“Door isn’t locked!” He yelled.

“Hey, dickmaster.” A pink spider demon came inside and sat down beside him, tilted his head back and watched as the demon managed to grab the bottle and drank it without standing up, like his life depended on it.

“Y’know you can choke yourself doin’ that, right?”

“Meh, who the fuck cares.” He get up dazedly and looked inside the bottle with one of his eyes.

“I don’t recommend dying on work hours, Val punishes the ones who do.”

“Unholy shit, that actually happened?!” Adam asked, his pupil-les eyes went wide.

“I saw three accidents.” Angel shrugged. “Any left for me?”

“Sorry, I guess that bitch camera guy sneaked up here again and stole my stash.”

“It’s fine. Wanna eat your food? We’re gonna need energy.” Angel asked and took out two containers out of his bag. “I made lasagna yesterday.”

“Oh, you bet I do then.” He smirked and took his own. Angel knew the best ways to make it.

They chatted together until their break ended.

“Adam! Get your ass here or there will be consequences!” A little window appeared in Adam’s mask, almost like a pop-up ad. It was their costume designer. “And bring Angel with you!”

“Fine, fine! Ugh.” He groaned, swiped the page to make it dissapear and get up. “Who’s idea was putting this shit on this again?” He mumbled to himself. “Let’s go cocksucker, we have another job to do.”

HOW IS IT!?

By the way, Adam’s mask in this is practically based on his original mask, a Voxtech product just for Adam. Like Vox’s screen, it’s like a screen-face.

I’ll continue this

[f1goat]

mistake(s) x lando norris + part six

In which you keep making the same mistake over and over again by fucking the boy you hate the most.

masterlist - playlist

part one part two part three part four part five

warnings: smut but with a plot, 18+ | english is not my first language fem!verstappen reader x lando norris

Lando: maybe it doesn’t have to end yet ;)

You look at Lando his message. A few minutes earlier you texted him to thank him again for today. Of course you smile about his response, but this time you can’t actually do something. You’ve gotten your period since yesterday. A bit disappointed you text back Lando.

Y/N: i’m on my period :(

Lando: fuck, i didn’t exactly mean sex

Lando: just come over x

Your smile grows bigger. Quickly you text Lando back that you’ll be at his room in fifteen minutes. You roam around your hotel room to gather some of your stuff. Just to be sure, you also pack some things for if you spend the night. When you look at yourself in the mirror, you feel the urge to change into other clothes. Right now you’re wearing sport leggings and a sweater. You resist the urge, it’s probably fine to go to Lando in this outfit. He’s wearing sweatpants half of the time with you. 

A few minutes later you’re standing in front of Lando his hotel room door. You knocked a couple times but Lando isn’t opening the door. You wonder where he is. It doesn’t take long before you find out. Lando quickly walks to you when you hear the elevator opening. You notice the shopping bag in his hand. Before you can ask any questions, Lando already starts talking.

“Sorry!” He tells you first, “I thought I could be back before you but there was this slow lady in front of me at the register.” 

You let out a soft laugh. Lando opens the hotel door in the mean time. Together you walk into his room. Without really thinking about it, you quickly sit down on the couch. You watch how Lando unpacks his shopping bag. You notice multiple bags of chips, sweets and more. Are there more people coming over as well? You don’t believe that Lando eats that much. 

“Have you invited anyone else as well?” You ask Lando. 

“No,” he quickly states, “or did you want me to?” He sounds a bit unsure after his question. 

“No,” you tell him, “but you have food for at least ten people.”

Lando lets out a laugh. “I didn’t knew what you liked,” he tells you. 

“So you bought everything?” You reply with a small laugh. 

“Not everything,” Lando says a bit unsure. You just laugh. 

A few more minutes later you’re cuddled up against Lando on the couch. Together you’re watching a comedy movie. It amazes you how easy things are going between you and Lando today. Maybe he really is changing for the better. 

+++

“I know a way to thank you for today,” you tell Lando teasingly. You just thanked Lando again for today. You’re still amazed by all of it. Even now when you just watched a simple movie with him. It just feels right. Lando raises one of his eyebrows, waiting for your next move. He knows a way as well, he can only hope that the both of you are thinking about the same one. Since he saw the way your ass looked in those leggings he couldn’t focus on anything else anymore..

You move a bit to change your position. You search eye contact with Lando while pulling a hair tie from your wrist. Silently you put your hair in a ponytail. Lando smirks. This is looking like the same thing he had in mind. 

While maintaining your eye contact with Lando, you change your position again. You sit down on your knees in front of Lando. In the same silence as before, you slowly pull down Lando his pants. Teasingly you palm his boner through his boxers. After a bit Lando lets out a soft grunt. You apply a bit more pressure. You keep teasing Lando. 

“Y/N,” Lando says your name while letting out a soft moan, “Do something.”

You smile innocently. Then you decide to test him a bit. You look up at Lando while you pull down his boxers. Instead of giving him what he wants, you slowly stroke his cock. 

“Babygirl,” Lando groans. 

You continue your slow movements on his dick while looking at him. It amazes you how good it feels to have Lando looking like this because of you. He looks somehow frustrated but still pleasured. You’re not giving him enough and that’s exactly what you’re going for right now. You move your face a bit slower to his dick, you press a small kiss against his tip. 

“You’re such a tease,” Lando grunts.

“Ask me nicely,” you tell Lando with an innocent smile.

Lando groans. He realizes that this is nothing more then his karma. How many times did he make you beg for something? Way too many probably. It’s only fair you’re teasing him as well. But still. He doesn’t ask. Right? 

You slowly lick around the tip of his cock. Even slower you put your lips around it. Only for a second and then you remove your lips again. You continue the slow stroking you were doing before.

It’s that moment that Lando realizes that he does ask. He would be an idiot to let you tease him like this for the rest of the night. 

“Blow me?” He asks you. 

You stop your movements. It’s a beginning but you know he can do better. 

“Hmm,” you say, “not really convincing.” 

“Fuck,” Lando grunts. He keeps his silence for a few seconds while thinking about what to say. It’s unfair how you can make him feel like this. It’s even more unfair that he’s about to ask you again. 

“Please babygirl?” Lando asks, “Just do something.”

You show Lando a sweet smile and decide that it’s enough for now. You move your head down a bit. Slowly you let your tongue slide around Lando his cock, before taking it in your mouth properly. You quickly increase your pace while trying to take in as much of it as you can manage. 

Lando moans. Fuck. It has to be even more unfair how you can do this to him in only a few seconds. He already starts to feel close to his orgasm. He wishes this could go on for forever. It keeps amazing him how good you are at everything you do to him. Sometimes he thinks back about the other girls he fucked before you, or the girls that gave him a blowjob. How is it possible that not even one of them came close to being as good as you are? It just feels so right with you. Everything does. 

You notice the way his cock starts to throb. You can’t suppress a proud feeling. You like the fact that you’re the one who’s making feel Lando like this right now.

“If you don’t want me to cum into your mouth you better move away,” Lando tells you. 

You don’t move away. Actually, you do the opposite. You manage to take him even deeper. Lando lets out a hard moan. Only a few seconds later you taste the saltiness of his cum that’s quickly filling your mouth. Without really thinking about it you slowly continue your movements until you notice that he’s completely empty. You swallow his cum. 

Lando pulls you back onto the couch with him. He puts you onto his lap. You show him another innocent smile. 

“Don’t show me that innocent face,” Lando tells you, “not after what you just did.”

You chuckle. Lando presses a kiss against your forehead. Then he lets out a soft sigh. “I can’t believe I begged you to do something,” he says, “I never asked for anything like that before.” 

“You must really like me then,” you joke. Lando smiles. You should know how much he likes you, he thinks. He almost says it, but he doesn’t dare to. He doesn’t want to ruin things between you two. 

Later that evening you’re still laying on the couch with Lando. Neither of you want to end the evening. Tomorrow Lando his media duties will start and his race weekend will begin. You want to enjoy the time you have with him, but you know the night has to end. Both of you are tired. 

“Maybe I should head back to my room,” you tell Lando after a bit of doubting. 

Lando doesn’t think about his answer. If he did think about it, he probably wouldn’t have said it. But the words are coming out of his mouth before he realizes it. 

“Stay,” Lando says, “Please?” He is surprised of himself when he hears himself asking for it. 

“Don’t you want to sleep?” You ask Lando surprised.

“Yes,” Lando tells you, “We can sleep together. Right?”

“Why not?” 

+++

A loud knock on the door awakes you the following morning. Lando is awaked by it as well. He presses a kiss against your forehead while telling you a good morning. After that he gets out of the bed, putting on some sweatpants and walking towards the door. You wonder who’s at the door. 

Lando walks a bit annoyed towards the door. He’s wanted to spend his morning a bit different then this. When he opens the door, he’s standing in front of your brother. What is Max doing at his door this early? 

“Have you seen Y/N?” Max asks him directly. 

Before Lando can answer, Max already continues.

“I wanted to take her to the breakfast, but she’s not in her room and she’s also not responding to my texts,” Max explains. 

You hear the conversation. What to do next? You realize you have put Lando in a difficult situation now. You can’t expect him to lie to his best friend for you, right? With a sigh you get out of the bed as well. Quickly you put on some clothes. When you walk out of the room, you notice the shirt you’re wearing. Fuck. Maybe it isn’t a smart move to wear a shirt from Lando when you walk towards your brother.

Lando is doubting about his answer in the mean time. He knows you can probably hear what he’s about to say. He doesn’t want you to know that Max knows. But he also doesn’t want to lie to his friend, Max is probably already anxious about where you are. 

“Hey Max,” you greet your brother. 

Surprised Lando looks up at you. He didn’t expect you to show up like this. It doesn’t take him long before noticing the shirt you’re wearing. Fuck. It’s unfair how you already look this fuckable this early in the morning.

“Sorry, I was still asleep. I didn’t see your messages,” you continue. 

Max lets out a laugh. “I knew you were here,” he tells you. You’re a bit surprised because of Max his words. Before you can ask about it Max already continues, “See you two at the breakfast in a few minutes?” He asks you and Lando. Both of you nod. 

“Why did you show Max you were here?” Lando asks you when Max has left. 

You’re making yourself ready to show up at the breakfast. You take a look at Lando. Should you tell him about your suspicions? Since you and Lando have been seeing each other, or better said have been fucking each other, you already knew it wouldn’t take long before your brother would find out. They are best friends. You didn’t expect him to lie for you. It was only a matter of time before Max would find out. Since a while you already thought Max knew.

“I thought he already knew,” you tell Lando honestly.

Lando doesn’t reply. Should he confess about his earlier mistake of telling Max?

“Why would he show up here otherwise?” You ask.

“It slipped out,” Lando confesses. 

You laugh. “I guessed so,” you tell Lando, “It doesn’t matter. You two are close friends, I already thought it would happen.”

“It was an accident,” Lando states.

“It doesn’t matter,” you say, “I do hope you’re not sharing details.”

+++

“So you and Lando huh?” Max asks you later that day. 

“Oh you already knew,” you tell Max, “Lando confessed and I’m not an idiot. I knew it wouldn’t take you long to find out.” 

“So, you like him?” Max continues to ask.

“I fuck with him,” you state bluntly. 

“That doesn’t answer my previous question,” Max replies.

“He’s Lando,” you sigh.

“That’s still not an answer.”

“Maybe I do,” you confess, “but I don’t hope so. It won’t take him long to grow bored of me.”

Max chuckles. “I don’t think so,” he states, “I’ll be pretty surprised if that ever happens.”

“Don’t lie Max,” you sigh, “We both know how he is.”

“I think you don’t have it figured out yet.”

Mentally you thank Max for making things more complicated once again. You can’t forget his words. Does he actually think that there’s something more then just sex going on between you and Lando?

small filler chapter :) hoping to bring some drama to the next chapters

part seven

[rafedaddy01]

Coconuts

Series Masterlist

A/n: I will make a part 5, just need to gather my thoughts. Have so many ideas don’t know which to pick.

Warnings: oral fem receiving.

“We’re gonna have so much fun baby” Rafes words lingered in her ears like they were the most beautiful thing she’d heard. She wanted more of him. She needed more of him. They shared a passionate kiss before he helped her get dressed and she slipped out of his room. A smile plastered on her face as she walked down the hallway, all thoughts about rafe. His eyes, his nose, his lips, his fingers. The way they danced on her- “hey y/n! I’ve been looking everywhere for you” Sarah’s voice echoed in her ears, drawing her away from her memories. “Oh my gosh, Sarah. Yeah I uh I kinda got lost in this big house.” She lied straight through her teeth. “Sorry I left so abruptly. topper needed uh help with something” her face a bit flushed. So while she was getting fingered by her brother, Sarah was getting fucked by topper. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing that she was in the wrong too.

“No problem. Rafe was kind enough to direct me” she smiled at Sarah. “He didn’t do anything weird to you did he?” Sarah asked. “No not at all, he just lended me a hand” flashbacks of grinding down onto his fingers and having the most mind blowing orgasm ever, one that her own fingers could not give her, made her wet all over again. She sucked in a breath and pushed the thoughts aside. “Well I better get going, my parents are probably worried sick. I haven’t been home all night” and with that y/n left the Cameron residence. Meanwhile in Rafes room, he couldn’t get the thought of her body out of his mind. He was whipped. It was obvious. Hopefully not to obvious to y/n, he didn’t want her knowing his true feelings. He had a hard time expressing emotions, but with her it was simple. He just didn’t want to ruin anything before it even begins. He still had one issue, the growing pain in his sweats. He wasn’t upset that she didn’t take care of him, there would be time for that.

He slowly laid back against his pillow, pulling his cock out and getting to work. He didn’t need much, having the thought of his fingers curved inside her cunt was enough to get him over the edge. He stroked fast and hard until there was nothing left, only the image of her pleading eyes looking up at him through her lashes as his cum covered every inch of her face.

Time jump to the next day

Her phone ringer and she lays in bed watching a movie. “Rafe? How the hell did you get me number?” She answered. “I have my ways” his way were in fact going through Sarah’s phone until he found it. “What are you doing” his voice was low and it shouldn’t have been as hot as it was but it had her weak in the knees and flashbacks of the previous day flooded her brain. “Nothin. Just watching a movie” she casually said, when really her voice was a bit high pitched. “Wanna come outside?” He asked, you could hear the smirk he had on in his voice. He heard her shuffle around until she peeled the curtain in her room back to see his truck parked out front. “What the hell rafe! How did you find my house?” She laughed. “I told you I have my ways” he chuckled. “So. You coming down or do I have to come get you?”

She rolled her eyes and hung up as she raced down the stairs. Outside is when she realized she was only in her sports bra and booty shorts, shrugging she climbed into the passenger side of the car. Immediately Rafes lips snatching hers. “Rafe” she giggled as she pulled back. “I can’t stop thinking about yesterday.. I need to taste you again baby” his voice husky in her ear. Her cheeks growing hot, along with her cunt filling with juice. She wanted nothing more than to have him between her legs. “We can’t do this here.. my.. my parents are home” she said in between breaths as he sucked on her neck, taking in the scent of her hair, coconuts. His new favorite smell. He pulled back and kissed her before starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway.

He pulled up to a secluded area, shutting off the engine and turning to her. She pounced on him like he was a piece of meat and she hadn’t eaten all day. He gripped her hair as their tongues danced with each other. “I love kissing you” he admitted. She moaned into his mouth. They climbed into the back and Rafes hands roamed her body, removing her shorts and admiring the wet patch on them, he groaned as he saw her cunt up and close, it was drenched. Desperate to be filled, used, tasted. “Fuck baby.. so wet” he muttered as the pads of his fingers grazed down her clit and slit. She whined as the lack of pressure, bucking her hips to get some kind of friction. He was surprised as how reactive she was, he only used his fingers once and she was already addicted to his touch.

“Rafe.. please” she whimpered. He grinned as he brought his shirt over his head and disposed of her shorts somewhere on the ground. He lowered his head in between her legs, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs and spreading her further open. “Beg for me again baby” his hot breath warming her cunt up and making her shiver in anticipation. “Please!” She groaned. He complied as he stuck his tongue out and poked her clit with it, testing the waters before he devoured it. It took everything in him to hold back, he wanted to ruin her, corrupt her. But he controlled himself, knowing it would be worth it. One day she’s be a complete slut for him and he could not wait till that day. She lightly sucked on her bundle, engraving every moan she released in his mind, for later. He sucked a bit harder and her hands grasped his hair, pulling roughly and pushing his head against herself.

He moaned into her cunt, sending vibrations through her body and she was close, he slid his tongue down her folds, savoring the taste, he slipped it inside her and worked it around. He could feel her legs shake and threaten to close. He clamped them open, grunted as he worked his tongue further in her, his thumb coming up to rub circles on her clit” “fuck, fuck, fuck rafe!” Was the last thing she said before squirting all over his face. Her body going limp as he lick up her juices. Being careful not to overstimulate her. He grabbed his shirt and gently cleaned her off. Hovering over her and leaning down to kiss her. “Did you know you could squirt?” He taunted her. She covered her face in embarrassment “rafe- I’m so sorry” “don’t be. It was hot, I’ve never made anyone do that before” he admitted, leaning down to kiss her nose. A sweet gesture that somehow was more intimate than what just happened prior. He continued kissing her face, nose, cheeks, forehead and chin as she giggled as his actions. Finally leaving one on her lips. It was long and passionate.

He pulled himself up and gave her shorts to get dressed and he wrapped his arm around her when she finished and pulled her into him, cuddling in the back. “So when do I get to taste you” her comment caught him off guard, his jeans tightening at the thought. She looked up at him through her lashes, the same way he imagined when he jerked himself off yesterday to her. “Uh, when do you want to?” He asked, still in shock at how forward she had been. “Well, I’ve never done it before… but you can teach me right?” She sat on her knees as her eyes lit up. He reached over and pushed a strand of hair from her face. “Of course baby” she smiled. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me. I may be inexperienced but that doesn’t mean I want to be treated like a delicate flower Rafe” he words like music to his ears. This whole time he tried so hard to be gentle and all she wanted was to be treated like a slut. “Yeah baby” his hand snaked into her hair and pulled her head back. “Think you can handle it?” He admired her neck as he softly moaned. “You want me to be rougher with you? Huh?” He asked again. “Yes” she answered back.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what your asking for” his dark chuckle filling the atmosphere. He realized in that moment that maybe she was created for him, maybe they were made for each other. The way her eyes had no fear or terror in them when she was with him, just pure lust and a glint of love?

part 5

[gurugirl]

Mint Chocolate Chip Check-in 6

Summary: Sweet and domestic, a look into a somewhat typical day with MCC!Harry and y/n.

A/n: Based on this request - thank you @love-letters-to-uranus (once again!) 1.5k words

Warning: While this is all fluffy and sweet - it's still kidnapper!harry x reader so beware if you're not a fan

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Harry felt a little bad for the punishment he’d given you the day before. He had just had such a bad day that he took it out on you, and when you didn’t answer when he called, he thought the worst. Though he wound up being soft with you afterward, he still had some guilt over it. Especially because he felt so deeply for you. He sometimes took you for granted and the fact that you so easily fell into his plan. Also, it didn’t help that Harry was struggling to contain his meanness at times. Since he’d taken you in (kidnapped you) he had to work to suppress the violent side of himself. He didn’t want to hurt you but being mean occasionally was too easy. You let him because you loved him and he knew that.

So his guilt was warranted.

He found you in the kitchen making sandwiches for your lunch. Harry walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck, “Looks really good, pup.” He was going to make today soft and nice for you. To show you how special you were to him.

You smiled and turned slightly so you could see his profile and hummed before turning back to your task. Harry moved the hair from your shoulder and brushed his fingers over your neck before leaning over you again and putting his chin on your shoulder.

When you finished plating the lunches, Harry grabbed both plates from your hands, “Let’s eat outside. It’s a beautiful day.”

He put your plate in the shade and his in the sun. He didn’t want you to get too hot or get burned, “I kind of wanted to sit in the sunshine,” you spoke before sitting down at the iron outdoor table.

Harry shook his head, “No pup. It’s too hot out right now. You have to be careful to not get sunburned as well. S’not good for you. The shade is better.” And that was that. If Harry said you had to sit in the shade, you’d sit in the shade.

The table was near a large magnolia tree and you were covered by the bulky limbs and leaves, hidden from the blaring sun, while Harry sat in the sunny spot, squinting his eyes as he ate the sandwich you made him. There weren’t many words exchanged between you. It was nice, though and Harry kept putting his hand on your knee. You could tell he was trying to be extra sweet today after what he’d done to you yesterday. But you’d already forgiven him last night when he was soft with you afterward. You actually forgave him before that when you understood what the punishment was really all about. However, you weren’t going to complain about how nice he was being.

Harry cleaned up the dishes and then suggested you make brownies together. It was just a simple recipe but it was fudgy and rich. Harry tested the batter before you put it into the pan to bake and he smiled and touched the tip of your nose leaving behind a bit of the chocolatey goo. You laughed and moved your hand to wipe your nose but Harry stopped your motions and held on to your wrists with a big grin before pressing his lips over your nose and licking it off. You squealed in delight at his tongue licking the batter from your nose and then Harry kissed your mouth and swatted your bum (very gently, you were quite sore from the previous night), “Alright, it’s ready for the oven now, pup.”

The timer was set and the dishes were put away. Harry knew what you’d say next.

“We should watch a movie!” You spoke excitedly to Harry. He couldn’t resist your big smile and the way your eyes brightened. You were happy today. Harry felt like he’d done well to be sweet to you the day after he’d been a bit rotten.

“What should we watch, then?” He watched you scurry off into the living room as he trailed behind. You turned on Netflix and picked something Harry couldn’t care less about, but he’d let you choose this time. You deserved it. Harry dragged you into his lap so he could hold you and kiss you while the brownies baked.

You hummed and settled into his hold and kissed his neck and his chin. Harry loved doting on you but he enjoyed it when you returned that sentiment. His girl. His sweet pup loving on him. It felt like reassurance to him every time you did it. You weren’t going anywhere. You belonged to him.

When the air smelled chocolatey and your heart was pounding and you were out of breath from Harry’s mouth covering yours in hot, soft kisses, the timer beeped in the kitchen.

The brownies were steaming hot when you pulled the pan from the oven and Harry swatted you away, “You’ll burn yourself. Let me…” Harry plated the brownies and insisted on carrying the plates as you returned to the living room to watch the movie you picked out.

He had you sit right next to him and he took a bit first, blowing on the dessert and sucking in air when it burned his tongue. You reached for your plate but Harry moved it away from you, “S’too hot, pup. Burned myself even. It needs to cool a bit first.”

You pouted but Harry grasped your chin gently and turning you to face him, kissed your cheek, “No pouting. I’m taking care of my girl. Don’t want you hurt from a hot brownie. Puppy needs a little patience doesn’t she?”

He blew over your portion and you smiled. Harry was always trying to take care of you in this way. Doing little things that some might think of as a way to treat a child, but to you, it just felt like love and care.

Before letting you have a bit, Harry tested the temperature again before deeming it cool enough to put into your mouth. He broke off a bit of the edge and held it out to you, “Open.”

You parted your lips and Harry put the warm brownie on your tongue. You closed your eyes and chewed with a moan. Harry ate a bite of his and then gave you a bite of yours as you both snuggled together to watch the movie.

When your plates were emptied you tried to take them so you could put them in the sink but Harry shook his head, “Sit. Stay here,” he spoke as he got up and took the plates to the kitchen sink himself.

Just before the sun set in the sky, the movie came to an end. Harry pulled you in between his legs on the couch and brushed your hair, “Got all tangled from lying your head on my chest during the movie.”

You smiled and let Harry run the bristles down your hair and to your shoulders. It felt so nice having him dote on you. The sweetest feeling of his nearness and his care was all you could ever want.

“There we are. That’s better,” he spoke as he put the brush down and pulled you back into his chest, kissing your temple.

You both sat for a moment in the quiet, breathing one another in. Harry’s cheek was pressed to your temple and you could feel his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed.

But, soon, Harry was nudging you forward and speaking softly, “Let’s get you some water. Probably need a little after that sticky sweet dessert. Need you to stay hydrated.”

You rolled your eyes, but not in sight of Harry, his doting was a bit extra today and you understood why. You just went along with it, though. Smiling as you stood up and grasping onto Harry’s hand as he stood.

You didn’t need all the sweetness. Not this much. But you loved it and it only made you feel more secure in your relationship with Harry over time. All the gentle touches and whispers, the kind gestures of care, the way he needed you… it all made you need him more with each passing day. There would never be anyone that could change your mind or tell you he was a bad man. Not after all this time and how you’d truly grown to know Harry. The real Harry. The one who was insecure and needy. The one that relied on your touch to feel whole. The one who wanted to give you the whole world and keep you safe from harm.

He was your Harry.

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[sweethartlullaby]

on the drive home

word count: 841 genre: angst song: on the drive home - niki sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

It's funny how this was the same car in which you had your first kiss. The silence back then was filled with tension, loving gazes, and excitement. Now it felt suffocating and you would do anything to breathe.

He wasn't speaking much either and the air was becoming heavier between you two. You looked out of the window, listening to the radio warn everyone about the incoming snow. You would say something, anything to lift the mood. But the last few times you spoke, he brushed you off and another piece of your once picture-perfect relationship broke off.

You had made so many excuses for his behaviour. He must be tired. We just had that argument. He's still mad about yesterday. And it worked the first few times until you realized he was completely different around other people. It was as if he was doing it on purpose.

Spoiler alert: he was.

You just didn't want to accept it.

You stared at the flakes falling upon the windows, instantly wiped away by his wipers. You glanced at his hand. He used to drive with one hand and the other would hold yours. Now it was resting on his thigh and when he noticed you were looking, he cleared his throat and placed both of his palms on his steering wheel.

You looked away to the window without a word. What good would it do to call him out on it? As you made tiny wishes on the falling snow, your mind brought you back to the first night you were in this car. It was winter back then too.

He had parked in front of your house and you admitted you didn't want to go in just yet. You had just gone on your first date and you were still in slight disbelief.

"Okay, so my three are that I really want to eat right now, I absolutely despise ranch, and that I can't eat meat." Two truths and one lie was his idea, said it was a fun way to know more about each other.

"You're so bad at this. You're supposed to make it hard idiot." You rolled your eyes as he chuckled. Both of you were leaning closer by the second and although you could feel your cheeks blushing, you made no comment.

Nor did you pull away.

"Okay, what about this one then? We just went on a date, I really want to kiss you, and that I'm a girl." You had opened your mouth to say something but stopped short when you realized what he said.

"Do you need me to repeat?" He teased and your heart was racing. But you cleared your throat and looked down at your hands for a moment to gather yourself.

"I don't know this one's a bit hard. Is the second one the lie?" You looked up at him and he cocked his head to the side as he smiled. It wasn't a cheerful smile; to call it a smirk would be too much. A smug half-smile, something that made you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach. That's how you would describe it.

"Am I right?" You asked as your body neared him. You just didn't realize you had leaned that close.

He looked back at you and chuckled. You were never great at maintaining eye contact. So when he wouldn't look away, you averted your gaze.

But he had placed his hand on your cheek and immediately brought you to face him again. As hard as you tried to fight it, your entire body was heating up and you felt on fire under his gaze. You were sure he could feel it too. Because his little smile grew a little wider and you watched his eyes sparkle with mischief.

You couldn't resist as he leaned in close and when your lips were inches away, he asked, "May I?"

You didn't even react. You just pushed yourself towards him, crashing your lips onto his.

They were softer than you had imagined and as his one hand stayed on your cheek, the other snaked around the back of your neck before gently pulling you in closer.

You were kissing him, and you couldn't even think about how you ended here.

But you knew you didn't want to move.

It was perfect, it was just like the scenes you had watched in movies. Sweet and eternal. You watched as the car neared your house and you sighed through pursed lips.

That was just a few months ago. It's amazing how fast he had gotten so bored with you. As soon as the car stopped, he leaned into you but you just jerked away. What was the use of a forced kiss on the cheek?

He had been so in love. Was it all fake? You supposed the best things had to come to an end.

Bad decisions. One after the other.

Were you one of his?

Was he one of yours?

"Goodnight." You muttered and opened the door.

He was gone before the closing click of your front door.

a/n: I thought of this one on the way to work! I went to my first concert ever today and I feel so happy HAHAHA. Leave a like and reblog if you liked it! Thank you for reading

[words-after-midnight]

Nico's favorite tag game (ie. Find the Word)

Thanks for the tag @talesofsorrowandofruin! My words were survivor, spite, secure, and strength.

Tagging: @sunset-a-story, @thatndginger, @pertinax--loculos, @winterandwords, @novel-emma, @ls-daydreams, @theboarsbride, @nanashi23, @sarahlizziewrites + whoever else wants to jump in!

Your words are lend, tooth, early, heavy, intense.

I pulled these from an annex document to the narrative of Life in Black and White (Annex D), which is essentially the integral collection of Gabriel's journal entries from 2002, a key year in his life. And it's long, because this man keeps a near-daily journal. Enjoy!

Survivor (survive)

Mood: Both physically and existentially tired, exhausted, sleepy, over it - find a thesaurus.

Dr. Ross appointment today. I was right to be worried. He’s not only upping my Lunesta (which we were trying really hard to avoid), but the Seroquel is also going up a bit. He says I need to get a sleep study done this month if there’s no improvement within the next few weeks. There'd fucking better be, because I can't survive another week of this, let alone three.

Spite (despite)

I have so many good ones for "despite" in this doc that I'm giving you two, because I can't pick between them. 🤣

#1

One of the nurses came by my room earlier to tell me I had a phone call, so I went to the phone room. Surprisingly enough, it was Jeff. He was all like, “So, how’re you making out in there?” Yeah, I could practically hear him cackling internally. The son of a bitch is getting a real kick out of this shit. At least someone’s laughing, I guess. I practically hissed into the phone, like, “I’m bored out of my fucking mind, no thanks to you.” He’s laughing, like, “Welcome to my life, man!” I was smiling despite myself, but at least he couldn’t tell.

#2

I asked him if he wanted to go downstairs and watch some of his favorite movies after breakfast, knowing full well there was no way he would say no to making me sit through The Emperor's New Groove again (I reached acceptance on that last night, so I was prepared). We went downstairs and he wrapped himself up in a blanket like a five-year-old and sat next to me on the couch while we watched a cartoon Incan clone of him tyrannically run an empire and then promptly get turned into a llama. He can quote this entire movie. I cracked up a couple of times despite myself.

Secure (insecure)

I got into it a bit with Jeff just now because he left the house yesterday afternoon and didn’t come back overnight. When he came home, I asked him where he was. He just shrugged and said he was out with friends. I asked him which friends. He laughed out loud and told me I was acting like a jealous boyfriend. I got mad, raised my voice, and basically said, “I’m sorry for getting a little concerned considering what happened the last time you left the house and didn’t come home.” He just stared me down for a good ten seconds, and then started laughing. I told him it wasn’t funny. He said, “Yes, it is funny. You think I’m suddenly going to get my ass handed to me every time I go out? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” I just walked out and came up to my room. I already feel terrible. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m trying to resist going back out there right now to try to talk to him and apologize for being an insecure piece of shit. I need to give him some time to cool off.

Strength

I brought him a travel mug full of coffee for the way back, but I made sure to make it regular strength just to annoy him a little. It definitely annoyed me to have to get up at five in the fucking morning because this jackass can't leave other people's shit the fuck alone.

I don’t know how many times we’re going to have to do this before he gets it into his thick head that maybe this shit isn’t the best use of his time. He needs to get a damn hobby or something.

[just-horrible-things]

Credit to co-author @whump-sprite AU: Chewtoy – Confidence [Prev | Next]

Fully absorbed in her own self-pity, Ari barely notices when Connor stops prodding and dabbing at her back. It’s not like the antiseptic stops burning when he stops touching.

She sure as hell notices the camera-shutter click-shh as he takes a photo with his phone.

Her head jerks back, cheeks reddening, in time to see the flash of a second photo.

She almost asks what the hell he’s doing but it’s obvious, isn’t it.

“I’m going to report this,” he tells her. “If you’re telling the truth… this is evidence.”

Ariadne isn’t thrilled about the prospect of photos of her humiliation and vulnerability circulating among her so-called colleagues. She hides her face again as Connor angles his phone to get another picture.

When he touches again, it startles her and she flinches hard. “Easy,” Connor tells her, although there’s no warmth in it. “I’m just going to put some dressings on, so you stop bleeding on my couch.” “Sorry,” Ari mumbles sullenly.

“Where else are you hurt?” he asks when he’s done sticking gauze to her. Ari tries to sit up, and Connor helps her. She’d rather not cling to his arm, but she doesn’t have a lot of options. Her turtleneck is still bunched round her arms, and she peels it off to show him her scars. He takes pictures of the weals around her wrists from cuffs, and tips her chin up to get a photo of her throat.

Ariadne’s skin burns with humiliation, and she bites her tongue to keep herself from saying something acidic that might cement Connor’s suspicions of her.

“I’ll get you some clean clothes,” he says. Ariadne doesn’t say thank you, sir. She hates that Riven’s trained her to think it.

She sees Connor glance at the handcuffs before leaving her unattended. But she’s not going anywhere and they both know it. 

She would if she thought she could stand. She’d run and try to find somewhere to hide, and to hell with her frankly abysmal chances of making it, she’s out of the building and she might never get another shot.

But she can’t stand, let alone run, so she just rests her face in her hands and waits for Connor to get back.

It was so stupid of her to think he might be different. It hurts so much worse being disappointed by someone she thought might still be a friend.

Connor brings her a t-shirt, sweat pants, boxers, socks, and a sweater. He still uses the same laundry powder. His clothes smell like him. Ariadne resists the sudden, pathetic urge to bury her face in the fabric and breathe in a lungful.

“Are you going to watch me change?” she asks plaintively. “Oh, sorry.” He turns his back. “Have you eaten anything lately?” Ari hums uncertainty as she struggles out of her pants. “... not sure? Probably yesterday…” “Yeah, yesterday’s twenty-four hours ago. What d’you want?” She’s not sure she can stomach food. She feels so sick. But he’s right, she ought to eat. “Pasta?” she ventures. “I can do that.”

He heads to the kitchen, leaving Ari in actual privacy to finish changing. She listens to him dump pasta into a pan and turn on the stove. His clothes sit even looser on her frame than the last time she borrowed anything, whenever that was…

Thinking about it hurts. Not a familiar, physical pain like the whip, but the kind of awful wrenching ache in her heart that she thought she couldn’t feel anymore. She thought she’d built up enough scars – but she misses Connor. 

Not the cold, dutiful, professional agent in the other room who is probably going to hand her straight back to Riven. She misses Connor. The guy who used to laugh at Ari’s jokes, who was always up for a round on the mats, who’d argue with her over stupid movies and pick her up and throw her over his shoulders to prove a point.

She sits meekly on his couch and waits and she doesn’t start crying again, she doesn’t, but it’s a near thing.

Connor hands her a pint glass of water, and a bowl of pasta with a little cheese, and Ari mumbles a pathetic, automatic “thanks.” He grabs his own portion from the kitchen, then sits at the table by his computer and stares at Ari as she picks at the food.

“You look like you need a drink,” he says heavily. “... yeah,” Ari agrees. “Yeah, um, that sounds good.”

There’s probably beer in the fridge, but he offers her whiskey instead and Ari is glad to accept. His tastes have gotten more expensive since she last had a drink with him. She supposes he’s probably paid a lot more now. He’ll have been making progress in his career, while Ari has just rotted.

She downs her glass honestly too fast, and Connor refills it without a word.

“So. What the hell d’you want me to do?” Looking into his hard eyes, Ariadne doubts that what she wants will make much difference. “I… can’t go back,” she tries helplessly. “Please.” “I can’t just hide you here.” Connor sounds frustrated. “I’m on camera carrying you out of there.”

Of course not.

“How do I know,” he continues, “... how do I know you weren’t – working for the Resistance, and you got caught, or something.” Ari laughs a little, hollow laugh. “I can’t prove anything,” she shakes her head. “I… I don’t have any proof.”

Connor watches her intently, as if he can divine the truth from studying the exhausted lines of her face.

“Who did you report this to?” he asks at last. “Bloome.” That was the first time Riven whipped her head to toe. If Connor tries the same thing, Ari has no doubt she’ll be the one to face the consequences. She rotates her glass in her hands. “And nothing happened.” “Riven got mad,” Ari says. “Nothing else.”

“And you’ve tried to quit?” “Yeah,” she says. “Application went nowhere. Riven was pissed about that too.” “Did you show Bloome?” Connor gestures vaguely at Ariadne, encompassing all the marks beneath his oversized clothes. “Did you show anyone how badly he’s hurting you?”

He doesn’t understand. When people see, they don’t want to help her.

“... I haven’t shown Bloome,” she admits reluctantly. “You’ve shown other people?” “They don’t care.” “Who?” “I dunno…” The last of her whiskey climbs the sides of the glass as she swirls it idly around. “Hall. Cheng. Everyone on, on Riven’s team. His friends, Henson, Ismail…” “Anyone who isn’t a raging asshole?” Ari is quiet. Who does he count as an asshole? She doesn’t know.

“They can’t just ignore me,” Connor asserts with confidence. "If Bloome won't do anything, I'll go over his head until someone does."

And all the while, Ari will suffer for Connor's meddling. She bites her lip. She's out right now, if Connor helped her she could be so far gone by the time they found her missing... 

"Riven can't get away with this. He's lost his mind, and he'll lose his head when the right people find out about this. At the very least he'll go to prison for life. And they won't make you stay. You'll be able to resign, and move on with your life."

He's so sure of it, and Ari supposes that is like the Connor she knew.

When he stoops to pick up her discarded clothes, Ari knows she's out of time.

"Connor," she tries, watching him loosely fold her pants and hold her turtleneck up to the light to inspect the scattered holes cut by the whip. "Please… don't take me back, I can't take it..." "I don't have a choice, Ariadne. If you're not authorized to leave, I can't just let you go."

He offers her her boots, and when she doesn't take them he kneels down to put them back on her feet directly.

"Riven's gonna be so mad," she whimpers, fingertips white against the tumbler in her hands. "I just got whipped today, I can't do it again tomorrow, Connor, please." "If you don't tell him, I won't." "He'll see on the cameras, or, or someone will tell him, or –" "Milonas, stop. I've already done too much. What if you are a traitor?" "I'm not –" "What happens to me if I just – let a dangerous prisoner loose?" He drops Ari's clothes unceremoniously into her lap. "I could be executed for that." "You don't have to let me loose," she argues hopelessly, "you can, you can keep me cuffed to the couch, locked in –" "Milonas –" "-- whatever you want, until you can check I'm not a-a traitor, just don't, don't give me back to –" "Ariadne. Think. Even if you're telling the truth, I'd be, what, helping you desert? I'm going through the official channels, and you're going to get permission to resign, and then you can go wherever you want."

He doesn't give her the opportunity to refuse to try and get up. He takes the empty glass from her hands, and then he just picks her up. 

"Aanhh," Ari whimpers, "Connor–" "Sorry," he answers shortly. Ari grits her teeth, and clings to him as best she can to alleviate the pressure across her back. 

"Please," she begs again when the car doors close. "please, don't do it, I can't do it a-anymore –" "Stop," he tells her. "Ariadne, stop. What do you want me to fucking do, they're gonna ask me tomorrow where you are." "Please, Connor –" "If they bring you in as a deserter you'll be fucking killed – and they always find deserters. You want me to hide you? You want me to get tried for treason as well?" "Please, Connor, we were friends–" "No." A short, sharp gesture cuts Ariadne off. "Stop it. I'm not fucking abandoning you, I'm just – going to do this the right way."

They ride in silence. Ari lets herself focus on the burning stripes across her back, trying to pick out individual wounds from the mass of pain, because the alternative is hating Connor.

"If the right way doesn't work," he says as they pull up to the secure entrance, "then… I'll find another way. Just let me try my way first."

Yeah, right. 

Ariadne gets the message loud and clear. She isn't worth taking a risk for, and she's stupid for ever thinking she might be. 

Security check their IDs without commenting on how heavily Ari is leaning on Connor. 

The doors lock behind them with brutal finality.

"Where can I put you so you won't get in trouble?" "Nowhere," Ari mumbles. "C’mon, help me out here." "My – I have, a room, upstairs."

Even with Connor's support, her legs give out before she makes it to the elevator. Connor ends up carrying her again. It's no different to being carried by Riven – the same pain, the same humiliation, the same sharp, helpless anger.

She refuses to look at him as he sets her down on the edge of her bed. She doesn’t want to watch him look around at the empty, impersonal space she sleeps in. She doesn’t want to see his fake fucking pity when he could have helped her and he fucking didn’t.

“Can I… get you anything?” he asks lamely. “No,” Ari tells him shortly. Connor sighs a don’t be like that sigh, but he doesn’t say anything. 

Ari sits stock still and stares at the carpet until he leaves.

Then she peels off Connor’s clothes – hating that they still smell like Connor – and she kicks them under the bed where Riven won’t notice them when he comes up here. 

Laboriously, biting her lip against the pain of reaching so far behind her back, she peels off every one of the useless bits of gauze he stuck over her stripes. There’s no way she could have done that herself. She staggers to the trash can to drop the evidence angrily into it.

Riven’s going to find out. He’s going to look at the footage, or ask how she got up here on her own, or Connor is going to fucking tell him. He’s going to find out, Ariadne can’t hope to hide it.

But she has to try.

[Next]

[dearesthoneybun]

A post-break up letter.

      There were not any seconds nor minutes of regret. Falling in love with you made me reach my happiness point, for all our memories; I was happy, I was always happy. We both know this is not what we wanted, but I still thank you for letting me be a lover of yours.

      For you are always going to be within me, forever. I am still going to treasure you dearly. You brought the butterflies to my lower belly and rainbows to my head, and I loved you for that.

      I reflected upon the fact that the gap between us couldn’t be resisted and I no longer had the energy to run after you, but that’s okay. I hope your new lover and mine would love us better than we both did to each other.

      And I learned so much about myself from you, so I hope you do too. I got so much better at loving. Unlike yesterday’s version of me that you used to know, the me today won’t ever love carelessly again. I’ll love him better, thanks to you. I was screaming my love out for you, but this time, I preferred to whisper. Maybe not as quiet, but I hope it will be no longer overwhelming again as it was for you.

      Just like that, I hope you got to get yourself something for whatever happened between us too. Getting more used to your own habits, new movies you watched, all the feelings that got to your lower belly, I hope you keep them. You will always find me in them just like how I always found you in them. But, I hope our love was strong enough for you to embrace them in your memories.

      And if someday we both changed into a softer version of ourselves, or if you’ll walk past me later and I notice you in a way better figure, I hope we would thank each other for healing and being okay.

      I know not everything was meant to be forever. Perhaps, we were made as a lesson to be learned, and that’s enough.

[monstermaster13]

Stephanie Gets Juiced.

Betelgeuse (Beetlejuice) FTM TG

William was a natural practical joker and comedian, always pulling tricks and pranks on his older sibling Stephanie…he very much couldn’t stand how uptight Stephanie was and wished she could just chill and learn to have fun every once in a while, but Stephanie hated him for trying to get her to do such things, she hated his pranks, she hated his jokes, she never found his jokes to be funny in the slightest and she had a feeling that he was out to harm her.

Stephanie and William lived with their parents Timothy and Helena, and they were often visited by their relatives Edgar, Vincent, Peter, Edward, Kim, and Ichabod. Timothy and Helena were an eccentric couple that had all sorts of weird knick-knacks in their house, any movie prop that was from a movie they watched they owned a copy of and almost all over the house. One prop that Timothy was especially proud of was the sandworm from the movie ‘Beetlejuice’ which he kept near his night-stand and treated it like it was a family pet.

One night Stephanie got the fright of her life when William tricked her into picking up a magazine, basically William swapped out the contents of her usual fashion magazine with that of a gory Tales From The Crypt style comic and she didn’t like blood or gore, horror anything terrified her, she was a bit of a wuss like that. She screamed and shouted…’Mom! William swapped out my usual magazines for gory horror comics.’ ‘Oh you know he’s just being mischievous.’ ‘Mischievous? Mischievous? He put live maggots in my cereal yesterday morning, he put on undead makeup and pretended he was Donovan from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade to scare me into thinking that’s what i’ll look like when i’m old, he stole some of dad’s hair clippings and stuck them on my hands and told me I was turning into a werewolf, need I go on?’

‘Your brother just likes to play pranks.’ ‘He has gone too far this time.’ William laughed as he saw his sister having a hissy fit…’You just need to chill, sis. Besides, it’s just good fun, you’re so easy to fool, such an easy patsy for my pranks.’ ‘One of these days William you are going to end up behind bars if you don’t stop being naughty.’ ‘Me? Behind bars? For doing pranks? Hardly, it’s not illegal to pull pranks and have fun. You’re such a Delia, you know that, right?’ ‘Mom, William is comparing me to Delia Deitz again!’

Stephanie hated being compared to Delia, she hated the fact she was compared to her despite the fact she was actually quite similar to her. ‘But it’s true, you totally are like her. You even dress like her and you have your own Otho.’ ‘If you are talking about Richard, he’s not my Otho.’ ‘Oh yes, he is, he is totally the Otho to your Delia.’

Her lackey/best friend who always followed her and also helped her with her ‘projects’, was named Richard, Richard was a man who very much resembled Otho himself, and had a similar fashion sense, he often acted like he was smarter than everyone else but he knew that he wasn’t. ‘I swear this family is so weird sometimes.’ ‘Weird? Whatever do you mean?’ ‘Well all the movie props for one thing, and dad treats a sandworm prop like it’s a pet. And well..I don’t think me and William are related.’ ‘How?’ ‘I feel like William belongs to another family and not this one.’

William couldn’t resist thinking of another brilliant prank to pull, as he saw there was a model city that Timothy had built and there was a model graveyard of sorts with a tombstone with the name ‘Betelgeuse’ on it and he turned to Stephanie and said…’Hey Steph, I dare you to read the name on this tombstone.’ ‘Oh no I am not falling for another one of your jokes.’ ‘It’s no joke, go on, give it a go.’ ‘Oh alright, but only if you promise to not pull any more pranks.’

“I promise.”

‘Very well then..Betelgeuse.’ ‘Say it again.’ ‘Betelgeuse.’ ‘Good, one more time please.’ ‘Betelgeuse!’ Stephanie let out a piercing scream as a spirit emerged from the model and began to float around her, teasing her, mocking her. ‘Hahaha! It’s showtime! Hello there, what do we have here?’ The spirit was definitely Betelgeuse himself, and he took delight in making fun of Stephanie and her outfits, which annoyed her, she lunged at him and attempted to attack him only for the ghost with the most to smirk at her.

“Oooh, this is going to be fun.”

‘I see you have met my sister.’ ‘That’s your sister?’ ‘Unfortunately, yes.’ The wisecracking specter laughed as he examined her, making wisecracks and jokes that Stephanie definitely did not find funny in the slightest. ‘The last time I saw an outfit with that much feathers on it I was in Las Vegas!’

Stephanie couldn’t take being made fun of by him and she attempted to get rid of him by trying to say his name again, only for him to make her go mute with his supernatural powers. ‘I gotta be honest here, I agree with your brother, you definitely have no chill.’ He quipped, as Stephanie’s body temperature began to freeze up and her skin slowly turned white and she found herself turning into a living snow-woman.

Betelgeuse couldn’t help but laugh, this was fun for him and he definitely loved Wlliam, a man after his own heart. He thought of something that would be even more fun, as he took on a transparent form and then dove into Stephanie’s mouth, and entered her body, possessing her in the process.

Her stomach gurgled and she felt like she was going to be sick as her skin slowly became paler, looking almost ghostly white as her hands enlarged, her nails were turning a black color and also her skin was definitely looking a bit dirtier as her chest and torso bulked up a bit as di her stomach, her breasts retracted into her chest and she let out a loud terrified scream. In addition to this her hips retracted while her feet enlarged.

Her outfit was also slowly changing, changing to look like the ghost with the most’s iconic suit and her privates altered to become more masculine while she found herself growing a little bit, while her neckline contorted and her brown hair slowly turned a dirty blondish color and a bit of it even fell out at the top while it became more wild-looking in general, her eyebrows thickened as dark circles formed around her eyes, making it look like she was either really tired or was going through a raccoon lookalike phase.

Her features slowly altered, as her teeth became dirtier looking while stubble grew on her face, her facial features slowly morphing into his and her voice followed suit, changing to sound exactly like the ghost with the most himself, making her sound like Michael Keaton, she couldn’t believe it…she had been possessed and taken over by Betelgeuse. ‘You are in so much trouble for this.’ ‘I don’t think so, sis.’ ‘What?’ ‘I think mom and dad are going to think this is hilarious, I mean you look and sound like my favorite Tim Burton character.’

Stephanie grumbled, not liking the idea of being Betelgeuse, but she eventually warmed up to i, realizing that it wasn’t so bad being him and that she could use her newfound powers to finally relax and have fun. She realized that maybe it was her who was the weird one the entire time and that she was born to be weird, and that is when she decided to make a promise.

She promised to herself that from then on, she wouldn’t be so uptight and promised to be a bit perkier and happier, she definitely felt much better about being in such a weird family because she had finally fit in now.

[le-parole-piu-grandi]

Finally!

Today is the day my mood has finally shifted! I finally realized what I need to do to be contented and happy.

Yes, I heard it a million time before. I actually need to care about myself first. But yesterday was the first day I put it into action.

I just decided to say what I actually want to my man. Not pretending to be okay if I’m not. I had a pretty shitty mood yesterday, so he offered to eat out somewhere. We ended up getting delicious burgers at Grott Spot. They were soo good!

The funny thing is, the last time we had our ‘serious talk’ that was exactly what he asked me to do - to tell him what I want. I think it has always been a problem within our relationship. For some reason I felt not eligible to ask him to give me what I really want. I always thought it’s better for me to adjust to anyone else’s desires, including his. Or it could start after the USA, because I felt guilty for leaving him for a year..

But in a romantic relationship it doesn’t work in the long run, it turns out. I became so emerged in his desires and needs, I forgot what mine are.

And we both felt so good after dinner. We watched the movie I chose - with Adriano Celentano. Such optimistic vibes. Real good comedy. It was hard to believe it’s 43 years old… Then I turned on my predator mode and attacked him. He was already sleeping. He didn’t resist, though. On the contrary, as it should be. That felt much better than many times before.

I even woke up with a much better mood than I did for the last couple of weeks. I even almost stopped thinking about her. For some reason, these thoughts didn’t (and don’t) hurt so much anymore. I just don’t feel like focusing on them anymore. I don’t feel like it’s needed. That’s such a relief, to be honest.

I still was kinda nervous today, because of the load of tasks I gotta do, so I slept a lot again. Took my brain pills (could they be the reason of my mood change? I don’t think so, though, cause today’s only the second day I take them). Olga called, we talked for an hour or so - it felt so good and warm. I’m so grateful to her for being by my side all this time.

I couldn’t start learning, so I played the piano for about an hour too. My cat kept meowing all day long, so I became pretty irritated. The louder I played, the louder she meowed. I ended up playing badly, because I couldn’t concentrate.

The apartment was a mess. I didn’t have energy to unload the dishwasher, to load it again (the sink was full), to clean the stove, to turn on the vacuum cleaner in the bathroom, to put the dried clothes away, to take out the trash, to wash some more clothes and to wash the cat’s carrier. Wow, some many things to do around the house… And all these things kept bothering me. So I remembered Salma Hayek’s advice to turn on the music and dance until you feel good if you don’t. I plugged in my headphones and turned on Eminem and Rihanna’s ‘Love the way you lie’. I just sang along, not caring about if I do it right. If my neighbors hear me (I still thought they could come and complain, but they didn’t, so it’s a success!). I think I listened to it and sang for about 10 times or more. It gave me energy to start doing all these things around the house. Then I turned on other songs, and almost all of them sounded great. It’s a sign of me having good mood, I noticed.

I managed doing all of the chores in just about 1.5 hours. Like a university lecture. I felt soooo much better! That should be my therapy. Listening to the songs I like and singing along. That’s what sparks joy in me!

That’s why it was easy for me to understand that I want an onigiri, so I went and bought it. It was delicious.

When my man came home, he told me about his day. He had a pretty rough time at work today. I tried to support him without immersing into his mood, and I think I managed to do it. He spilled his anger out, threw some socks in the air and kicked his backpack, but after that he seemed much calmer. That’s good.

I continued my studies and did that for a couple of hours. Then I got too tired and laid down on the couch with him. His warmth feels so good. Touching, hugging and cuddling with my man is another thing that brings me joy.

I don’t feel sleepy now, unfortunately, that’s why I’m writing this post. Just felt like I want to remember today in the future - remember the day, when I felt good.

Oh, and today was my mom’s birthday! Maybe In getting older or something, but it’s so nice not to feel rebellious towards her anymore. I just feel love and want to call her, share with her and make her happy. It’s such a nice feeling.

Well, that should wrap it up. I like today, I want more of such days.

[synthetickitsune]

HI hi, It's me again the Lee Soohyuk loving Anon can I be (LeeLee Anon? it's for Lee Soohyuk and also a play on my nickname).

I hope you had a good day today.

Mine was so tense i had a presentation and I was just dying on the inside. I hate presentations they are so stressful to me I literally ran out when I was done luckily, we were allowed to leave right after our presentations. I took a long shower and had yummy lunch.

But My mood really went up when I saw your message so, please don't apologize for the long message it made me really happy. And the small spoiler for the request made my day, I'm over the moon. It's already do good I'm so excited. Also, he's a Kitsune I'm so sooooft right now don't touch me T.T I really love that because despite his image of being all villainy, cold and hard he is actually such a soft best boyTM (yes, I know he is a grown man who is even older than me and I do also respect him an incredible human being). I'm excited to see what you did with the prompts I know it's going to blow me away.

I read all your requests already XD I loved the drabbles also the angsty one where oc and Hwiyoung have a fight that was so heart wrenching but also so real and also sweet at the end. The Jun one was a bit rough for me, but it was still really really good. Too bad you don't have your other writings posted because I love AHS and Alice in Borderland. Who is your favorite character in each of those series and also with AHS what is or are your favorite seasons?

hat's good at least you are doing some Halloween things. I can't unfortunately because I'm in exam season right now and I'm writing an exam on the day of Halloween which is just horrible. Or maybe very fitting for Halloween theme of horror to experience the horrors of academia.

Anway's I'm still going to stash up on some snacks and themed drinks and have a horror movie marathon after the exam. I used to be ablet to handle horror when I was younger but nowadays, I can't watch it by myself my younger self would be shocked how cowardly I have become as an Adult. Even though I'm scared of them I love horror movies.

Again, thank you so much for the spoiler I actually squealed when I saw it at the end of you message what a treat and a wonderful gift. But I enjoyed your message and now have ended up writing you a looong and chaotic message T.T I'm sorry.

I hope you have a good day today and have a lot of good energy like yesterday.

Hi again! I hope you had a good day too! ♡ (And ofc! The name’s yours!)

Aaah, aren’t presentations just the worst? But you did great I’m sure! And I hope enjoyed the rest of your day with some tasty food – I know that my brain sort of shut down whenever I was done presenting something and then I had to sleep for the rest of the day lol.  

I’m glad to hear that! I’m not really used to talking a lot so I always get nervous whenever that happens haha. And I’m happy you liked the little snippet of the request too! Tbh I’m a little worried since it turned out a little rough I suppose but I hope it’s gonna be alright. I did a small research about the Korean fox spirits and got a bit carried away since the way they’re described really fits the aesthetic I like. But I couldn’t resist making it a little soft as well. Now I just need to go over again and edit it a little but I think I should be able to post it soon?

Also, yes!! He really does seem that way but he’s so sweet and shy T-T It’s so fascinating to me to watch interviews with him because of it, the characters he usually plays are so confident and cold and he’s so cute and talks so calmly.

Asdfghjk, why would you do that xD I mean, I’m glad but it’s also a little embarrassing since I feel like could’ve done better at so many of them haha. But actually I’m preparing to make another blog for the writing I’ve done/will do for series, animes, dramas etc., I just wanna read them again and maybe do some slight edits first but I keep cringing.

For my favorite characters, in Alice in Borderland I really liked Chishiya and Niragi – which is funny because Niragi traumatized me so much lmao, I literally got panic attacks after seeing one of the episodes. I even read the manga it was based on and then I really started liking him as a character, and Chishiya makes me cry if I think about him too long lol. Oh, and Mira was really cool too! In AHS I loved Michael (from Apocalypse), Cordelia (from Coven) and Sally and the Countess (from Hotel). My favorite seasons are probably those three too, as well as the first one. What about you, anon? ♡

Oh, that sucks! But yeah, it fits the Halloween feel really well lol. You’ll do great though, I believe in you! And I feel you haha, I used to watch so many horror movies when I was younger but now I’m terrified even though I still love horrors. Is there any kind of horrors that you like or don’t? I personally can’t stand anything dealing with ghosts for some reason, those are so terrifying for me.

You don’t need to apologize!! It’s totally fine, I really enjoy your messages! And besides, this answer is also chaotic and long, so also sorry about that xD I’m really glad you enjoyed the little spoiler, I’d give you another one but I really think I might be able to finish up the fic today~

You also have a nice rest of the day and don’t forget to rest and stay hydrated! ♡

[icanonlybe-human]

Today was great until it was crap.

My parents and I spent the day at the cinema, ended up watching two movies. Dad made me feel bad about making him watch the 1st movie. Mum made me feel bad about info dumping on her about the background of the first movie. The second movie was fine. I got home and started thinking about the relentless death March of time and how I truly despise it. How much I wanted to stay in that sweet moment.

So, I’ve been having the usual shit that comes with staying in The Godforsaken Bed. Like, yes it sucks when I have to deal with the usual shit every night (severe anxiety, clinical depression that is becoming drug resistant, agoraphobia, PTSD as well as the usual problems with having autism and ADHD), but having the PTSD and anxiety on higher alert than usual sucks. But you know what sucks more? When you’ve got all that going on normally only for it to be worsened ten-fold due to the general shitshow of your life.

So, my cousin texted me about the Mother’s Day gift I gave Nan. It was meant to be a lighthearted text but ended with me having a meltdown. The gift we were talking about has a swear word on it and Nan refuses to use it. Everyone laughs about it, but Nan keeps joking about how she wants to take it to the Op Shop. Except, tonight it didn’t feel like a joke when my cousin mentioned it. Because yesterday, when Nan was talking about taking it to the Op Shop in front of me, I said she couldn’t take it to the Op Shop. She said “but I can’t wear them, dahl”. And, I know it sounds stupid, but it sounded so sincere that she really didn’t want my present. So that, paired with a thing that happened last weekend (another thing I accidentally did to upset Nan, surprise surprise) that the family kept teasing me about made me feel like a useless pile of shit covered trash. So I was feeling crap about all of that, started crying in front of my parents and Mum told me that I was overthinking things again and to cut it out. Right, because telling me something I already know is so fucking helpful /sarcasm

Then, I vented on an autistic chat on discord and realised that the only person who has genuinely asked if I was okay this year (we’re now in the 6th month of the year), was a guy I met on the internet. Like, don’t get me wrong, I love them for being there for me even though they don’t really know me (yet knows parts of me no one else could ever understand), and the fact that I have someone like that in my life. But… the fact that I have real life friends and family who say they care about me and yet don’t check in on me even though I check on them… it hurts like fucking hell. The fact that I was openly crying in front of my parents and they couldn’t give a bigger shit - these the people who created me and raised me and literally paid for me to exist and are meant to care the most.

No one ever cares properly until you say you’re going to off yourself. And then it’s “why would you ever do that? You have so many people that love you!” Real love, is giving a shit when someone else is hurting, broken, in pain and literally crying out for help. Love isn’t stating the obvious or asking where thoughts came from when someone has a meltdown. Love is supporting people. I don’t have that, with anyone it seems. Except for some random I met on the internet.

Now tell me, how am I supposed to not be suicidal when this is happening in the lead up to that thought process. When it comes to this stuff, it isn’t “I suddenly want to d*e for no reason. There is a long build up before, and there is an after. And if we choose to live, then we have to deal with the same shit we had to deal with beforehand before people only give a shit for a fleeting moment when you tell them just how sick you are.

It seems in my survival effort to become invisible to neurotypicals, I have become too invisible - even to my parents and family and supposed friends.

You always feel the most alone when you are surrounded by people you know… and they don’t notice or care about you.

I hope this made sense, I’m a bit sleep deprived at the moment. And emotional.

[binniebutter]

you belong with me | yang jungwon

Pairing: Yang Jungwon x gn!Reader

Genre: fluff; friends to lovers au

Word Count: .9k

Warnings: none

Jungwon watches as a raindrop splatters onto the living room window from his spot on the burgundy couch, a blanket haphazardly thrown over his legs. The voices of the characters of the random movie you had chosen on Netflix drone on in the background as he follows the path of the raindrop. It flows down before splitting apart into smaller drops, eventually coming together again, but not wholly. His observation of the raindrop is interrupted as you walk back into the room, a bowl of buttery popcorn in your hands.

You’re wearing one of his hoodies, the splash of blue and orange contrasting with your black sweatpants. Jungwon’s heart squeezes at the sight of you in his clothing and he resists the urge to grab his phone and take a million pictures of you. You would probably not appreciate that and just think he’s a creep, which is not an unreasonable conclusion.

You’re not aware of his feelings for you and if Jungwon had his way, you would never be aware of them. The two of you were friends before anything else and he couldn’t risk destroying the precious friendship you both have had since the day you met in 2nd grade. He still remembers the day clearly, as if it had only happened yesterday. 

“Ew! No, you can’t play with us! Your toys are old ugly.” The little boy stuck his tongue out at you before running away, his minions following right behind him. Jungwon watched from a little ways away as you turned around and started to wipe your eyes. Even at your young age, you hated letting people see you cry. Jungwon summoned all the courage he had in his 7-year-old body and walked towards you.

“If you want, I can beat them up,” he said timidly, not sure if you would like someone talking to you right now. He just wanted to cheer you up a bit. Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice and your eyes widened as you realized that he was talking to you. You and your family had just moved to town and you hadn’t been able to make any friends so it was a surprise to you that he had approached you. “I mean, I just started taekwondo but I’m gonna get better and I’ll kick all their butts for being mean to you.” He had a determined expression that looked so ridiculous on his chubby-cheeked face that you burst into giggles.

A fierce blush crept onto his face as he watched you laugh, your eyes that were filled with tears moments ago, were now lit up with happiness and what he later found out was relief. Little did he know that from that very moment, a seed planted itself in his heart and wouldn’t stop growing and growing until it fully bloomed into a beautiful flower.

“Hello? HELLO? Earth to Jungwon!?” You were waving your hand in his face and practically screaming in his ear when Jungwon came back to the present, snapped out of the pleasant memories. He winced and quickly covered his ears before you started actually screaming which had happened once too often. You snickered as you realized what he had done and plopped back down on the couch, getting comfortable. You squirmed until you found that one perfect spot and then nudged your legs onto Jungwon’s lap as if they belonged there.

Which they did. Just as you belonged in Jungwon’s heart. Jungwon sighed internally before focusing his attention on the rom-com playing on the TV. The main character had just confessed his love to the female lead and by the looks of it, she reciprocated his feelings. Jungwon could only wish that that would happen to him, but it was less than likely. You had never shown any interest in him before and no matter how many times his friends try to convince him to tell you of his feelings, he never will. It’s one risk he’s not willing to take.

While he is lost in his thoughts once again, Jungwon doesn’t notice the way that you’re looking at him. If he had been paying attention, he would see that you look at him the same way he looks at you when you’re not looking. Jungwon thinks that you don’t have feelings for him, but he’s completely wrong.

You’re in love with him.

And you know he’s in love with you. Although he tries hard to keep his feelings in check, it’s painfully obvious to you and everybody around you that he has more than platonic feelings for you. When you first learned of Jungwon’s crush on you, you were overjoyed that he returned your feelings, and you waited and waited for the moment that he would confess to you. Alas, it’s been 5 months and he still hasn’t said anything. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration just thinking about it. 

God, if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself. Or whatever the fucking saying is.

“Hey, Jungwon,” you say innocently. Right as he turns to you, you grab his face with both of your hands and plant one on him. A big fat smooch that is honestly more of a pressing of lips than a kiss. But that doesn’t matter because the awestruck look on Jungwon’s face as you pull away reassures you of a redo.