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sgstories123 · 1 year

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Mystery Man At Mel’s Party In Marina

“Grab’s waiting.” Max called out to his sister impatiently.

“Yeah, okay. Don’t need to nag like mum. We are in time for the party.” Mel responded, pissed. She looked at her twin brother who was dressed in a burgundy casual jacket over a tight white t-shirt and black jeans. He had even put on CK One as the familiar scent reached her nose. Her brother had been working out in the gym. She had not realised before but the time and effort seemed to have paid off. Max was sporting larger biceps, a broader chest and chiseled abs. What a sexy body, she thought to herself, her irritation at her brother already subsiding by the sight of the muscular body.

Max and Mel had been invited to Leonard’s party last week and since then, he had been looking forward to it. Leonard was one of the richest guy in their class. He drives a silver Porsche 911 to school and wears branded stuff from head to toe. At the end of every semester, he would throw a party at some posh hotel. Everyone wants to be invited to his parties as it was rumoured to be wild and extravagant. But Leonard is very selective and only about 10 to 20 people are invited each year. The pretty girls in the class are often on top of his list. But Leonard changes his girlfriends so often that many are already struck off the list.

Mel was lucky this year to be in Leonard’s group for his Marketing class. As usual, she worked hard on the project and despite the rest of the group doing the bare minimum, they managed to get a Distinction for the module. Leonard was so pleased to get his first Distinction in his university life that he had reserved a place for Mel.

When Leonard heard that Mel had a twin brother in their class, he was surprised that two very different persons can be so closely related. “How can you be twins? You don’t look alike? Fuck! You are not even of the same gender.” Leonard had asked Max.“So, does that mean Mel has a dick?” Max was happy to go along with the joke and this endeared him to Leonard. Before the end of the semester, he found he to had an invitation to the party.

Max looked at Mel who was dressed in a long, shimmering blue dress, her front drawn low to expose the deep cleavage and ample breasts. A thin black belt accentuated her hourglass figure, spotlighting her assets. His cock stirred. Fuck! He told himself. That’s your sister. But a devilish voice responded immediately. That’s natural. You are only a man. Remember. The greatest queen of Egypt, Cleopatra, married her own brother.

Max shook off the thoughts. After spending one semester reading Egyptian history as an elective and that was what he remembered? What a waste of time. Back to the present, Max, he told himself resolutely.

An hour later, they stepped into the presidential suite at a hotel in the Marina Bay Area. Most of the guests were already there.

“Mel!” Nicole, Mel’s best friend shouted across the room. Nicole hurried over with champagne glasses in her hands. “Here! Take one! This is very nice!” Nicole seemed a little intoxicated as she swayed lightly on her feet. She must have arrived much earlier and helped herself to too many drinks. Nicole’s boyfriend, Abdul, walked behind her and held her by the waist, bending down to give her a quick peck on her cheeks. “You okay?” Abdul asked. “Yes, Sir!” Nicole responded. Abdul was an Army regular and took a scholarship to further his studies in the university. He was in his early forties and Mel was surprised when Nicole told her that they were together. “Why? You have a thing for father-figure?” Mel had asked Nicole. “Nope. I have a thing for military uniforms. He looked so cool in that uniform. And, of course being older, he knows a few more things when it comes to sex.” Nicole confessed. “You slut!” Mel laughed at Nicole. “You should try an older man some day, Mel. Preferably a Malay. They are circumcised and feel different from Chinese cocks.” Nicole was a self-professed sex expert.

“Hey Max! Come over here! I got something to show you.” Leonard, the host of the party had emerged from the bedroom. A group of guys had gathered around him and they seemed to be passing something small around, laughing nervously. Mel was curious and walked over to the group. When the group saw them approaching, they popped something into their mouth, washed it down with drinks and dispersed quickly. “What’s that?” Mel pulled Max over, whispering harshly. “Are you taking drugs?” Max pushed Mel’s hand away. “It is not what you think it is. Just something fun and harmless. Legit, okay?”

Mel was not convinced She walked over to Leonard who was now sitting in the sofa, looking out towards a floor-to-ceiling glassed window overlooking the Marian Bay Area, lighted by the street and building lights. It was a beautiful sight that only those with the money can buy. She sat down next to Leonard, her sisterly instinct kicking in. “Leonard, what did you give Max? Is it drugs?” Leonard turned and smiled at her. “You want some?” Mel was aware that several people around them including Leonard’s latest girlfriend Cheries was looking at her in amusement. “No. I mean I am not prudish or anything. I have taken them before. I just want to know.” Leonard laughed in his usual cocky manner. “Then it doesn’t matter.” He ignored her and took a sip from his drink.

Cherie seemed to be jealous that Mel had sat next to her boyfriend. She moved closer to Leonard, pressing her body against his, her arms wrapped protectively around him, signalling to Mel that she should move away as Leonard belongs to her.

“Look, Mel! Don’t worry, okay. It is a party! Just have fun.” Leonard leaned further back on the sofa. Cherie decided to take things up a notch further. She unzipped Leonard’s pants, took out his cock and started sucking on it. She was adamant to let Mel know that Leonard belongs to him.

Mel took the hint and turned to get up from the sofa. But Leonard pulled her down back on the sofa. He looked at her with half-closed eyes, obviously enjoying Cherie’s blowjob. He put a hand around her neck and pulled her closer to him, whispering “It was Viagra. I gave all the boys Viagra. You don’t need Viagra, do you?” He laughed, cockily, seeing everything as a big joke. He took out a small pill box from his jacket and popped out two red pills. “But you may want one of this. It is good.” He shoved one into Mel’s hands and lifting Cherie’s head from his cock, popped one into her mouth. Cherie seemed to know what the pill was. She washed the pill down with her drink before resuming with her blowjob.

Mel realised that her other classmates were looking at her. Feeling pressured, she popped the pill into her mouth as nonchalantly as she could and washed it down with champagne. She did not know what it was, but it cannot be too bad. No one has died or got into trouble at Leonard’s parties before. Anyway, Cheries has taken it too, she reasoned. But she was curious. What was it she has taken.

“How are you feeling?” Leonard asks her. “Fine. I don’t feel anything. Was it a placebo? You up to your silly tricks again?” Mel came to a sudden realisation that it may be another one of Leonard’s silly pranks. “It is an aphrodisiac for women. I thought you may be envious that Max has Viagra so I gave you something that it more appropriate for you.” Leonard laughed. “Not working, Leonard. I have no inclination to have sex.” Mel tried to sound cool.

But the pill seemed to be affecting Cherie. Her face was flushed and she had started taking off her clothes. When she took off her bra and panties, the guests hooted with joy. She proceeded to remove Leonard’s clothes before straddling him reverse cowboy style while Leonard was still seated on the sofa. She was bouncing herself on his stiff cock, as she moaned in pleasure. Some of the other guests took the opportunity to hug and kiss each other, catching up with the main act.

Mel had a first row seat to the show put up by Leonard and Cherie. Leonard was still holding on to her hand and it felt warm and comfortable. With his clothes off, Mel realised that Leonard had quite a muscular and sexy body. She touched his chest, enjoying the smooth touch of his skin, before resting on his hard nipple. Without realising it, she was already sucking on his nipple, her arms caressing his body.

Leonard grunted, shoving his hips upwards against Cherie, as he flooded her with his man juice. He held on to her, enjoying the last bit of pleasure as his cock pulsed with pleasure. When his cock had been drained, he pushed Cherie off to the floor and pulled Mel down to suck on his cock. As Mel started sucking on his cock, he deftly moved his arms under her long dress and removed her panties. His fingers found her love hole. Expertly, he pried them open with his fingers before inserting them in slowly. Mel gasped in pleasure as his fingers drew love juice from with her.

This time, Leonard wanted a cowgirl position. He helped Mel removed her dress before getting her to straddle facing him. Mel was surprised that Leonard could get hard again so quickly after having just fucked Cherie. His cock found her hole easily and slid into her. Leonard’s cock was providing so much pleasure that she blacked out for an instance. When she came to, Leonard was guzzling on her breasts like a baby while she was riding on his cock. Cherie was still lying on the floor after her session with Leonard. But one guy was eating her pussy and the other was trying to get her to give him a blowjob. Before she could see if the guy was successful in getting his cock into Cherie’s unconscious mouth, she was pushed by Leonard. She was now leaning upside down, her hands on the floor for support. Leonard had decided to stand up and do a pile driver. Her hands were too weak to support her but Leonard was holding on to her legs, pulling her upwards while he drove his cock deep down into her. She screamed as the cock went in so deep that her juices splashed out. It was the largest surge of orgasmic pleasure that she ever felt. She blacked out again.

When she woke up, she was on the floor, Cherie was not around any more. She vaguely remember Leonard laughing in her ear. “The pill is working very well, it seems. Have fun. The night is still young.” She tried to sit up but found herself too weak. As she crawled towards the sofa, someone held on to her ass. Before she could turn around to see who it was, she felt a hard cock being shoved into her love hole. She winced with pleasure. Her vagina had become so sensitive that there was too much pleasure for her to handle. She collapsed, her hands no longer able to support her. But this only lifted her ass, allowing the person behind her to shove his cock deeper into her. She moaned, letting herself succumb to the pleasure.

There was nothing else to do as she was too weak to move away. As she was being fucked from behind, she tried to look around her. It seems a full fuck fest was going on. Everywhere, her friends were making out. On the sofa. On the floor. On the bar. Against the wall. And she saw Cherie sandwiched fucked by two guys. She tried to see if the guy behind was fucking Cherie’s ass or was Cherie taking in two cocks in her cunt. But the guy fucking her had increased his pace. She closed her eyes as she released another round of her juice, wetting the carpet. The guy slapped her ass, as he also followed her, releasing his love juice next to hers on the carpet. Mel laid down exhausted. She turned around and saw that the person who had just fucked her was Teck Meng.

Fuck. She cursed herself. Teck Meng was nerdy, fat and pimply. But he was also brilliant in his studies. Leonard probably invited him to the party so that he can borrow his notes or get him to help him with his assignments. She needed to get away. It will be bad for her reputation if anyone saw her being fucked by Teck Meng. There will be no end to the snide remarks and callous jokes.

She managed to get to the sofa and lifted herself up. She walked unsteadily towards the bar and tried to sit down on one of the high stools. She lost her balance and almost fell but were grabbed by a pair of muscular hands. “You okay?” It was Abdul. “Yes, Sir!” Mel replied. Why was she mimicking Nicole, Mel thought to herself. It was weird. Like everyone else in the room, Abdul was naked. Nicole was right. Abdul’s circumcised cock looked different. “Fuck me, Sir!” Mel was surprised at what came out of her mouth. Was she crazy? Did she say that because she wanted Abdul’s cock? How can she betray Nicole like that?

But it was too late. Abdul had accepted the invitation and swept down, hugging her tightly and kissing her, his tongue invading every single crevice he could find. His hands attacked her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, sending her into waves of pleasure. He moved down quickly, squatting in front of her, licking and sucking her vagina as she tried to balance herself on the high stool while lost in her pleasure. Nicole was right. Abdul knows one or two things about giving pleasure. She has never felt this way before. Before long, she came again, squirting her love juice all over Abdul’s head, as she held tightly on to his short hair, her legs clamping hard against him, as her pleasure rode out in waves.

“My turn.” Abdul whispered softly as he carried Mel up in his strong muscular arms. He took Mel’s seat and sat her down on his cock, reverse cowgirl style. As Abdul leaned forwards, he turned Mel’s head up and kissed her. His hand supported her body, squeezing her breasts as he did so. As he pushed his cock into her, he pushed her forwards, allowing his cock to enter deeper into Mel. Mel gasped, as his cock brushed hard against her upper vagina walls, pressing against her pleasure points repeatedly. She was facing the window with the view of Marina Bay. There were fewer vehicles on the road now. It must be getting late. It was then that she caught sight of Nicole. She was lying side by side with Leonard near the window, doing a 69. She turned around to look at Abdul, hoping that he did not see Nicole cheating on him.

“Don’t think too much.” Abdul seemed to sense what was on Mel’s mind. “Everyone is just having fun at the party.” He pushed her down and stood up. Mel had her hands on the floor and her thighs held high by Abdul. In a wheelbarrow position, Abdul pushed deep into Mel, thrusting deeper with each stroke, eliciting screams of pleasure, each louder than the last. Mel was writhing in pleasure as her juices squirted uncontrollably out of her, each wave larger than the last. She tried to stay conscious but again she blacked out as her body could not take it any more. By the time she regained consciousness, she was lying on the floor near the bar. Abdul was nowhere to be found.

She laid down for a while, looking at her friends who seemed to be still engaged in sex all around the room. She sat up and saw a pair of legs jutting up from behind the bar. She crew over, curious to know who was behind the bar. It was Qing Long, the exchange student from China. He played basketball for his university and was very tall at 1.9 metres. Mel had avoided talking to him because his height always made her feel intimated. But now that he is lying down, he actually looked quite cute with his boyish charm and pale skin. The thing that most interested Mel was his cock. It looked so thick and long, and it was not even hard yet. Maybe tall guys have longer and larger dicks?

Mel could not stop herself and started sucking on it. She was getting to be quite a slut. As she sucked on it, she could feel it growing harder and longer. She was going to give up when she felt a hand stroking her hair. She turned and saw that Qing Long had woken up and was now sitting up. He smiled at her and helped her on her feet. Pressing her against the wall, he pushed his hard cock into her, fucking her in a standing position. Mel gasped as the long thick cock penetrated her. This was too good. But he was too tall and had to bend his knees awkwardly. He lifted both of her legs, carrying her. Her whole body was now resting on his cock, forcing her to accept his whole length. Mel blacked out again as the cock reached deeper than any other cock before Qing Long’s. She felt her vagina gagging, just like she would gag when taking in too large a cock in her mouth. She held onto Qing Long tightly, begging him to finish quickly, as she could not take it any more. He responded by banging her hard against the wall, finishing violently, in several hard, deep strokes. He released her, setting her down onto the floor. Mel was exhausted as she watched Qing Long’s man juice flow out of her sore vagina.

“You done?” It was Bryan, another exchange student from Finland. He had been popular with the girls, with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Qing Long nodded and walked away. Without even asking Mel, he pulled her up and led her into the bedroom. The bedroom was dark and was lit up by the lights of the main room when the door was opened. Mel could see several bodies on the large bed and on the floor, engaged in sex. Familiar, soft, moaning noises were heard throughout the room. It was an orgy over here.

But Bryan did not intend to share her. He pushed her into the bathroom where it was empty and brightly lit. He turned her to face the mirror over the sink, parted her legs and started fucking her from behind. Mel could see herself in the mirror. There were patches of dried sperm all over her body, including on her hair and face. Bryan was squeezing her breasts but he did not look as if he was interested in her. From the mirror, Mel realised Bryan was a selfish lover, only interested in his own pleasure. He was just staring at his own cock plunging her hole, not even looking at her. Thrusting without much emotion, he came quickly, took his cock out, and left the bathroom without another word.

Mel was disappointed. She did not feel any pleasure from this fuck. This must be the worst one of the night. She looked at herself in the mirror again. It must be late. She should get some sleep.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw a space on the bed. She laid down to get some rest but she was not going to get any. An arm wrapped around her and hugged her from behind. The guy started kissing her nape, slowing caressing her and touching her all over her body. It was very slow and sensual foreplay. Slowly, she could feel her body responding, enjoying the excruciatingly slow and erotic movements that they made together. After what seemed like an eternity, the man moved his hands towards her vagina, slowly teasing her until she was drenched in her own juices. He fingered her expertly, and she orgasmed several times, her body writhing in pleasure, jerking herself against the man’s muscular body. She could smell a familiar scent that the man was wearing but could not quite make out what it was. Her hands reached behind her to touch the man’s cock. It was huge and hard. She guide it slowly into her, as the man entered her from behind. He turned her downwards towards the bed so that he was fucking her sideways. With her legs lifted up, it was scissors-style. Mel had a sudden thought. Tonight, she must have completed all the Kama Sutra positions. Was there anything that she had not done yet? The man went slow, pushing and pulling each stroke deliberately. Mel could feel the pleasure transversing throughout her love canal and coursing through her whole body. It lasted very long but finally, the man approached his own orgasm, increasing his pace only slightly, before hugging her tightly, pushing his cock one last time deep into her and delivering his love seed into her waiting womb. The man gave Mel a soft, warm kiss on her shoulder before turning away.

Mel felt a strong connection to this man. There was a warm, familiar feeling. And the scent. It made her feel that she should know this man. She wanted to know him better and maybe fuck him again. She sat up. The room was still dark and she could not see who was on the bed. There was also several people on the bed and a few more on the floor. The man could be any one of them. She was quite sure the man had not left the room as she did not see the light from the main room entering the bedroom. She saw a thin silver of light from the drawn curtains. It was already morning. She got up trying not to step on the people sleeping on the floors and drew open the curtains. The early morning light was just enough for her to make out the people in the room. She recognised most of the people in the room. There were about 5 men and 3 women in the room. One of the men was her brother. The familiar scent was CK One.

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thehistoriangirl · 1 year

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Not Just a Summer Affair [Final]

Oooof this was a hard one

Speaking of which! Do you know who else is going to get har--

Uhhh

Viktor x Fem! Reader---------4.2K----NSFW | MDNI |

> First Part > Second Part

Summary: Assisting to this planned vacation by the beach wasn’t the best idea Viktor has had, but at least he can have an excuse to spend time with you. Hoping that, maybe, he can gather the courage to confess the feelings he’s been trying so hard to bury.

Viktor was used to waking up early, when the sun barely peeked over the horizon, making the whole world a misty grey.

Though ever since you two had to share a room, he had forced himself to lay in bed until seven or eight o’clock, when Viktor could hear the faint voices of Jayce and Mel talking at the end of the hallway, the shower running against the marble tiles.

He would tiptoe out of bed and into the bathroom, carrying his clothes for the days enveloped on his towel. Sometimes, when he got out of the shower you would still be sleeping, your back turned toward him as if you knew he wasn’t fully dressed yet. On other occasions he would find the room alone, with you already downstairs helping to prepare breakfast.

This morning was different.

The sun had started hitting the light blue curtains hours ago, illuminating the whole room as if it had been reflected by the water in the backyard pool. He was lying with his gaze toward the ceiling, the usual pillow supporting his back, yet Viktor didn’t move. Too cocooned in your warmth as your body had curled up against him last night, when you told him shyly if you could sleep with him, shifting as you needed to do every time he had to accommodate his posture to avoid cramps.

Viktor patted your head, fingers grazing your cheek to wake you up as gently as he could manage.

You grumbled under your breath, eyes pressed close against Viktor’s side, taking in the aroma of his skin mixed with the smell of your shampoo, hair scattered all over.

His fingers fiddled with your hair, feeling the rich texture under his fingers. You cooed, and he chuckled, leaning to kiss your forehead. “Aren’t you a sleepyhead? I’m surprised you’re always arriving early to work.”

“That way I could be alone with you for a bit,” you mumbled, just slightly embarrassed. You liked to hear his morning voice as his answers became longer sentences instead of monosyllabic.

Viktor’s eyes were like twin morning suns gazing down at you, lips curled in the sweetest of smiles. “Very naughty of you,” he said nonchalantly, not finding it ironic in the slightest that his hand went down toward the swell of your breast, fingers already getting familiar with all the sensitive spots along your body, loving to trap your coos and moans with his lips.

He shushed you, his tongue matching the cadent rhythm of his thumb brushing around the peak of your nipple, hard and needy against your night clothes. “You wouldn’t like our friends to know what we’re doing here, would you, beautiful?" he muttered, pinching the little bud under his fingers.

You hissed, your teeth nibbling not-so-kindly over his bottom lip as Viktor tried to soothe your lewd noises with his mouth.

He hummed, his hand traveling along the curves of your breast down your waist and hip, where his hands grasped the sensible skin. “Wait here. I’ll come back in a bit.”

“No,” you whined, taking his hand to stop him from sliding away from your embrace. “Didn’t you tell me we were going to be very busy today?”

Viktor laughed, poking your sides so he could wiggle away, the sound of your laughter flooding the room, lightening it up brighter than the sun ever could. "I don't recall having to tell you doing what, though. What that dirty mind of yours had pictured, hmm?”

You frowned, throwing him a pillow. “You were very handsy last night.”

“I’d say you were the handsy one, malý zajíček. I used... other, eh, parts,” Viktor added, golden eyes with a mischievous twinkle. “Have you forgotten already?”

You blinked, feeling warm pooling down into your belly by remembering the last as if it hadn’t been circling in your brain even in your dreams. “What did you call me?”

He sneered, putting in a baggy shirt and some shorts. His cane thumped toward the door. "You'll figure it out soon enough, my love."

“If you leave now, I won’t be having sex with you!” Today, at least. It wasn’t at all fair that he had stopped you twice by now, so you couldn’t help but get grumpy. But you also knew it was a lie. You were completely at his mercy.

Viktor chuckled, the door opening to show the yellow wallpaper of the hallway. “I’m sure I’ll be able to change your mind.”

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By 9 a.m. the room felt too hot to keep on the sheets you had thrown over yourself by dawn, the slight chill from last night's rain gone. You were napping, the heat making your brain fuzzy, limps drained from energy.

You didn't hear the door opening not Viktor's weight dipping the mattress until he brushed your cheek with his finger. Peeking between your half-closed eyes, you saw him sitting against the headboard.

“What?” you mumbled. “Regretting your decision already?”

“I brought us breakfast, actually," Viktor smiled, gesturing to a tray left on the night table. "I need you well-fed if you wish to have such… strenuous activities."

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at the food that was still hot enough to leave a grey trace of mist rising toward the ceiling. Freshly cut fruit and warm bread filled the air with a succulent aroma.

Viktor took his slippers off, opening his legs and patting the mattress in space between them. “Come here.”

You pouted, sliding toward him feeling the smooth cotton of the bedsheets against the back of your thighs. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, hugging you closer to his chest. Gentle fingers guided your chin up so he could soothe your pout with his lips.

Humming, you leaned in even closer, wiggling your hips against him, a smile curling your lips when you felt him starting to get hard and eager poking at your back.

He laughed between kisses. “You can’t get away with being so misbehaved, my love,” he muttered, his lips traveling to the beautiful curve of your neck.

Viktor grazed his teeth in the crook of your neck, there were it descended on your shoulder. The mark got red, a mewl parting your lips.

He took a bowl, porcelain clicking against his fingers when he settled it between your legs, his fingers slowly traveling down there where you wanted him, only to retrieve slices of apple that he then put against your lips, the cool fruit against your skin boiling with desire.

"Open up," Viktor whispered, his soft tone moving the hairs around your ear. The apple was green still, the juice filling your tongue. "Good girl."

You took another slice, raising it toward him. With a giggle, you repeated the command back at him.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him smiling, nibbling your fingers while biting the fruit. Humming approbatory, he squeezed your hips.

“Is it good?” you mumbled, feeding each other in a natural rhythm, with your back flushed against his chest, sensing every little move he made while chewing.

“The fruit it's sour, but you're sweet enough to compensate for it.”

You laughed. “That’s so cheesy of you.”

His eyes twinkled. “I was referring that I can still taste you in my mouth,” Viktor muttered, nuzzling his nose against your ear. “Growing fainter at each moment. I think I’ll need a reminder soon.”

It was so hard to keep eating, feeling your hands starting to shake as you took your cup of coffee mixed with sweet milk, twin to his.

“I thought you wanted to wait?” You told him, trying to muster an annoyed tone, though your voice broke in the middle of the sentence when Viktor looked at your tongue sheepishly licking the remnants of the beverage out your lips. You felt him twitch against your back, becoming harder by the second.

Your hand burned, memories of his size and the texture now tickling your fingers, pleading you to take him in your palm again.

“A professional scientist knows when to admit faulty.”

“Hmmm, and you want to be rewarded?” You said, his hand traveling from the plush skin of your hips toward the most sensible curve of one of your thighs.

He squeezed, fingertips entering where the fabric of your panties had started to feel wet. “Mmhmm,” Viktor said, his mind absent from his words and focused on the spot that was craving him, pressing against the fabric so the texture could arouse that pretty little button he liked so much.

You bit your lips to keep your mewls trapped, neck tilted to the left to let Viktor kiss the enticing curve down your shoulders.

“They’re not home,” he commented, leaving bites all over. “You can scream if you want to. And I would very much like so."

“Vik—Viktor,” you said, the fabric of your panties sticking to your flesh when his fingers peeked inside, dragging it to the side.

Just like last night, his fingers danced masterfully around your clit, so tense and aching from him already, coating his fingers on your essence before rubbing it around the bundle of nerves. You writhed against him, feeling him poking mercilessly at your back, he, too, was desperate to have you.

Viktor nibbled his way into your orgasm, painting red marks on your neck that would be impossible to hide under clothes with the boiling hot weather around the beach. Oh well, it was only a question of time for Jayce and Mel to notice that he couldn't keep his hands away from you, so inviting and loving.

The morning sun painted the scene in gold and white, heavenly; sending hues to your hair and the beads of sweat on your forehead, soaking into the neckline of your shirt, nipples pressed against the cotton. Your legs shook, back collapsing against him as your hips slowed down your sways.

Playfully, he circled your clit in the contrary direction, delighted to hear your scream echoing in the room that had only been graced with the melody of your intertwined pants.

Your hand found the hem of his shorts, slipping the palm inside of them to grasp his length, which made him stop for a moment.

A laugh rumbled through his chest, echoing in yours.

“So clever, moje láska.” He kissed your cheek. “My love.”

You matched your strokes with the circles drawn on your clit, tongues dancing in a sloppy kiss; the kind that made your core soaked, easing Viktor the entrance of his two dexterous fingers, his other hand diligently paying attention to your hard nipples, rubbing, and pinching once the skin became soft again.

Your palms became wet, too, a less sticky liquid coating your fingers once you brushed them against his tip.

Viktor grunted, pulling apart to breathe.

“Let me take care of you,” you mumbled, nails grazing his length. “Please.”

He leaned in to kiss you again. "You don't have to plead with me. Not today, at least.”

You smiled, missing his fingers inside of you when you bent on your elbows, helping him take off his shorts to expose him, his tip red and gleaming, inviting to your salivating mouth. Eyes cast upon him made him twitch, happy for the attention.

Your core was melting, feeling your essence sticking to your thighs at seeing his size when you grasped him.

Viktor breathed deeply, eyes fluttering close with each slow stroke of your hand.

“Vitya, look at me,” you told him, golden eyes blinking open to glue you there, your hips up, the small mirror of the vanity showing him how the morning light hit on your pussy, shining and swollen, aching for him.

You parted your lips, taking in his head, tasting bitter precum, your tongue circling the fat skin. Viktor groaned, the muscles of his neck tightened when you tested his size on your mouth, gagging when he hit the back of your throat.

“S-slowly,” Viktor panted. “Do it slowly, my love. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you,” he cooed, cupping your cheek.

Obedient, you took him in and out your mouth a couple of times, each try deepening the distance you could take inside of him. Viktor grabbed the bedsheets and your hair, hips pressed against the headboard in a constant reminder not to buckle them against your mouth. Not yet, at least.

Finally, you took him as deep as you were capable of, tears brimming, tracing a wobbly path down your cheeks. But you hummed, the vibrating movement eluding an unfiltered moan out of Viktor’s lips.

Looking up at him, you started to move your head far and close. Viktor took the hint, grabbing your hair as he started moving his hips in slow motion, half-grunting, half-moaning at sensing the wet and terse texture of your mouth, eyes heavy-lidded but never closed, too focused on them observing how well you were taking him; lips soaked in your saliva just as his shaft.

How your torso was swaying too, so your hard nipples would brush the bedsheets.

“My, what did you to do me?” Viktor hissed through gritted teeth, one hand embracing your throat just enough to feel the swell form of his cock enveloped inside your throat, the other grabbing your hair. He paused, feeling the wet trail of saliva falling toward his balls. “I was a gentleman before you.”

You gagged, nails scratching his chest while your other hand found the puffy and wet folds of your cunt, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Teary eyes looked up at him with blown-out pupils.

You were looking at him as if saying that’s a lie.

Taking your head with one hand, Viktor took your hand out your core to put your glistening fingers inside his mouth, tongue swirling in animated circles around them, nibbling and sucking while his hips buckled against your face, the tip of your nose brushing thick that you had seen peeking from his swim shorts ever since days ago.

His body shivered, every movement jerking in a broken rhythm that made your pussy clench into nothing. Viktor rumbled your name, an accent so thick you almost couldn't recognize it, and yet, you wished him to call you like that every day.

Your hand ran down his abdomen, grasping tense and heavy balls, scratching them playfully as he thrust deep into you, cocooned into your warm as he came, the grasp on your hair a strange mix between pleasure and pain.

Warm, bitter, thick liquid flooded your throat. Your hand grasped his thigh, tears running down your cheeks that Viktor hastily soothed with his thumb.

He pulled out, and you gasped, your mouth filled with the taste of him. Some of his cum had fallen out your lips, and you felt Viktor’s thumb wiping it out your cheek, the slender digit in front of your mouth for you to lick it clean.

You took it, your tongue taking in his digit, letting your tastebuds soak into his essence before he took it away with a lewd plop.

Viktor patted the side next to his body, your body crawling toward the spot. You gazed at his blushed form, a red tint that crawled from his chest up his ears. He took his pajama shirt, wiping the sweat and tears away from your cheeks as he peppered them with kisses, cooing words that you didn’t understand, though all of them were coated in love, all twinkling eyes and gentle hands soothing your still tense muscles.

You crawled next to him, still lying on the bed. Your hands around his waist.

His lips kissed your forehead. “Remember to use a hat today, alright? We’re going to the pier to have lunch in a boat. Does that sound good to you?”

You chuckled. “Don’t you think it’s too late to take me on a cute first date? One may think we’ve passed the stage already.”

Viktor frowned slightly, trying to make a coherent thought, distracted by the way you looked with the morning light illuminating your swollen lips and sleepy eyes, a vision so ethereal yet real. Just for him.

“It’s not that. You always deserve these kinds of dates.” He called your name, his thumb holding your chin gently. "You're my love—and I've wanted to do this with you ever since… well," Viktor said. “Since a long time.”

You feigned shock. "You've wanted to fuck me for a long time?"

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk. That language." But Viktor was smiling when he captured your lips, amazed at the mixing taste of him and you in your tongue. “I meant the dates.” His finger poked your forehead. “This dirty mind of yours must be punished, though.”

You beamed. “And I’m sure you’re more than eager to oblige.”

Viktor smirked. “Once around here has to put order, don’t you agree, my love?�� His hands massaged your neck in gentle circles, giving you a smile that could eclipse the sun. “Now let’s go, our day has only started.”

*~*~*~*

The historical pier became your favorite spot, taking walks around the historical site near the beach, mossy rocks hit by the waves in a lulling rhythm when you two sat on the edge, feet dangling on the edge, watching the sun hide under the waves.

Sometimes your clothes would get in the rock, keeping them dry while you slid into the water, toward Viktor’s inviting embrace. His swimming lessons had nourished the courage to accompany him to soak into the cool shallow waters, a shelter from the unforgiving sun.

Today, he wanted a more tranquil activity.

Lounging in a beach chair with a book about mechanics open against his chest, though he could barely focus, while seeing you from the corner of his eyes, reading one of your questionable romance novels (he had seen some of the covers) before the sun disappeared for the day, your free hand taking his—a gesture he would've rolled his eyes to if seeing them outside his role as a participant—but it all changed when it was your hand gently taking his.

You were still wearing one of those short summer dresses, loose sleeves that make it fall from your shoulders, short enough he could peek under once his resolution to be a gentleman had worn thin and find the straps that maintained your bottom bikini tied together.

The waves lulled you enough to let your book aside once you couldn’t pay attention to the last ten pages’ contents.

“Vitya,” you told him, his eyes shooting from the book back to you. Even with the dusk almost setting, his eyes still shone bright like the morning sun. You stood up, remembering your cuddling session in bed these last days.

“Hmmm?”

He observed you, gaze low and framed by his thick eyebrows tilted in an almost amused arch when you approached him, sitting at the edge of his lounging chair like a shameless cat asking for pets, your legs carefully straddling his hips.

An automatic response overcame it, opening his arms to receive your body leaning toward him, arms tangling around his shoulders with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck to take in his essence mixed with the sunscreen and the salty marine breeze.

Viktor chuckled, the deep rumble creating a tiny, swirling pool of hotness in your lower belly that only increased with feeling the outline of him beneath the black swimming shorts, getting half-hard from the pressure of your soft rear already.

You swallowed, your body memory starting to wiggle your hips against him, knowing that if you kept doing it, you would hear shameless sounds escaping his mouth.

“Aren’t you a little rabbit, hmm?” He tried to frown, though his mouth remained agape, wishing for another kiss. “Always so needy and shameless for me.”

You hugged him closer, your bare nipples brushing his chest. “Do you want me?” you muttered, putting on your best doe-eyed expression.

He kissed your forehead. “All the time, moje láska.” Fingers pulled the knots of your swimsuit open, pulling the fabric away altogether so it could brush your folds with the minimum of force. Your hips buckled, a happy coo music to his ears. Taking the little part of fabric between his fingers, he loved to see the wet streaks of your arouse tinting the cloth a darker shade of purple.

Viktor dipped his head toward your breasts, his tongue swirling against one little peak that was begging for his attention. You bit your lip, his golden gaze burned unholy at your exposed skin.

You took his cock out of his shorts, giving him a few strokes until you felt his precum coating the shaft.

Viktor whispered your name, feeling himself burn with the marks of his kisses and bites poured on your neck and shoulders.

Your thighs burned when you straightened, your hands guiding his head between your soaked folds, a mewl escaping your lips at the pressure. Viktor hissed, capturing your lips into a kiss, tongues dancing and his teeth nibbling your bottom lip.

It burned in a delicious, ravenous way. He filled you perfectly, walls squeezing against him, inviting him deeper into your sanctuary. Walls that will keep squeezing to take everything once he finished inside of you.

Viktor grunted, a myriad of words going through his teeth that sounded like foreign curses; fingers marking their outline on your hips.

You whimpered once you felt him hitting that spot, deeply burrowed in your wet warmth.

Distracted from your breasts, Viktor kissed your lips, a fleeting brush that ended with him nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as you picked your rhythm, riding him until you felt your thighs burn, and then even further, muscles numb as your mind got fogged with pleasure.

Viktor shifted his posture a little, his folded towel at his back so his hips could tilt slightly, your rides hitting the point that made you moan against his ear.

You flushed your chest against his, hard nipples brushing his chest with each bounce of your pretty body. Viktor hugged you, his tongue flat against a nipple he licked each time you rode his cock. You were swaying in a rhythm of your own, like the waves crashing against the beach, your hips meeting his as the sun started to dip over the horizon.

“Moje láska,” he said, licking his lips when he noticed his mother language that had slipped through his lips.“You’re so beautiful,” Viktor muttered. Your legs had started to shake, your posture collapsing into his lap as an orgasm tampered with your rhythm.

“Viktor—," you said in a strained voice that meant to be a scream. A ripple of pure bliss enveloped you, walls tightening around his length as you came, Viktor’s teeth grazing your collarbone with lovely, yet rough kisses.

Your core pulsed, inviting, and lewd, squelchy sounds echoed through the empty coast, almost muffled by the growing force of the ocean now that the moon had started peeking between some clouds as the only witness, sending silver hues over the outlines of your bodies.

Viktor kissed your shoulder, buckling his hips against yours once he could move inside you, the gentleness of his lips contrasting with the merciless encounters of his cock against the swelled walls of your pussy.

Taking the back of the chair, you helped him to continue such a torturous pace.

Your gentle coos had become screams and curses that only made him more aroused. Feeling himself close, Viktor started playing with your nipples the way you enjoyed it, teeth barely brushing and tongue swirling, golden gaze burned into your eyes, a mischievous shimmer in them.

His free hand went from grabbing your hips to pampering your clit with his masterful circles, matching the contrary tempo of his thrusts, when his tip was the only part of him inside of you.

You screamed with no further notice, thighs shivering against his waist.

Viktor grunted, taking in your mouth when he cum, painting your rosy walls white. He nestled deep inside of you with each throb of his cock, welcoming your pulses hugging him greedily, wanting to milk his essence dry.

“Viktor?” you said, voice hoarse when you plopped on his chest. He merely hummed, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins against the placid seascape at night. “I love you.”

He turned, brushing the rebel locks of hair that had glued to your forehead. “I love you, too, my little bunny. More than anything.”

You smiled. “Stop calling me that.”

Viktor shook his head, a smartass smile curving his lips swollen from your kisses. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to, my love. You’re just as eager.”

“Hmm. Only me?”

He chuckled, his lips meeting yours again in a softer gesture filled with as much love as there was water in the sea in front of you. The moon was glowing, framing you like a goddess that had graced him with your love; the sand felt still warm against his feet. He couldn’t deny that this moment was perfect.

“Let’s stay like this forever, shall we?” he whispered, still burrowed inside of you, his cum dripping from out of you into your thighs and his. “Just you and me, on this beach, in this moment.”

You smiled, kissing his neck. “Our little eternity.”

Viktor nuzzled his nose against your neck, taking in the musky essence of your skin after having sex, mixed with his. “Our little eternity.” One he was looking forward to replicating back in the city.

#arcane viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader #arcane viktor x you #viktor arcane x you #viktor arcane smut

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 years

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☀️ + Tolkien + enemies to lovers!!

could be one of the Elves, Thorin, Elendil, Kili, or Aragorn - you can choose (really just no hobbits)

Oooh this could fit for any and it shall be 🧡

Legolas

The two of you always had to be kept at arms length due to the fact that simple teasing would lead to your weapons at each other's throats causing Boromir and Aragorn to step in

You hoped that the journey wouldn't last for a long while so that not only all of you could go back to your homes but so that you wouldn't have to deal with the blonde elf that was driving you mad

What you didn't expect was to be gravely ill after being injured by an orc crying and moaning in pain on the ground crawling slowly until you felt gentle hands on you stopping you and carrying you to safety not expecting to see legolas above you with the most terrified look you had seen on his face

You went in and out of consciousness not knowing what happened or that legolas was right by your side cleaning and bandaging your wound and stopping anyone who wanted to step in and help when they found you laying in your sleeping bag with him next to you holding your hand

Slowly you started gaining consciousness and lucidity seeing him sleeping next to you noticing that you not only felt quite better but that you were wrapped in bandages as you looked around you saw aragorn next to you "You were stabbed by an orc and you already had a fever you almost died from how ill you were had it not been for legolas being by your side" you slowly looked to the sleeping elf in surprise

After getting well and all of you continued onwards you trailed behind pulling a confused legolas to a private spot of the forest while the others went ahead not knowing your absences

"You saved me...I thought you hated me" he looked at you in surprise grabbing and holding your face making your heart stop and beat faster "I don't hate you I never did mel" you turned rosy pink of him using elvish to you "Mellon nin Im mel cin" you both end up in a kiss that took your breath away

The two of you announced your relationship with everyone of different reactions from shock to surprise with aragorn smiling and hugging the both of you while frodo cheered making you giggle

Kili

He tried to be kind to you despite your rare trust with others there were only few people who met and got to know you that you truly trusted with your life and for a long while he wasn't one of them

That changed however when you were captured by the elves and when you were taken away to be questioned by King Thranduil and kept right by him for hours of questioning coming back with fingerprints embedded in your arms and a huge hand print on the side of your face

He immediately saw red saying every swear in the book and after escaping he wouldn't let anyone but you go near or touch his leg carefully bandaging it and checking on it every so often while gently talking to him

The two of you started feeling different towards each other not really knowing what to think of it but with advice from Bilbo and weirdly enough the beautiful elf Tauriel when she found you after getting lost you decided to confess to him

The two of you both told each other how you felt not really knowing what the other would think or do but when you started at each other but what you didn't expect was for him to surge forward pulling you into a passionate kiss

Soon the two of you were together always by the other's side holding hands or pinkies if you were around other people you didn't know always smiling at the other as you followed behind the others

Aragorn

He didn't know why he acted the way he did towards you but he knew that he had an off feeling about you but that he also wanted to protect you which confused you quite a bit

You didn't hate him because he was who he was or that he sometimes did things without thinking but you only didn't like him because the way he treated you ever since the two of you met after you volunteered to go with your friend Boromir on the journey to Mordor

Slowly overtime with help from Legolas and boromir the two of you became friends and were never seen without smiling or helping each other with something along the way

When boromir passed he held you as you cried watching his body go over the waterfall and you both would talk when the others were asleep one of those nights leading to something more

The two of you were enjoying the quiet of the fire and while talking he caressed a small cut on the side of your face leading to the two of you in a slow and loving kiss sleeping next to each other

Soon the two of you were stealing comforting hugs when either of you were upset,quietly crying and grieving for boromir who you had been friends with since the two of you were children,and breath taking kisses that made you feel love like you never felt it before

Before the battle of Helm's Deep you both broke the news to everyone which caused many reactions from everyone with Merry saying Pippin owed him money having a bet on the topic,Gimli full of surprise not believing it,Sam congratulating the two of you glad they you weren't arguing with each other,Eowyn smiling hugging both of you tightly at her two friends in love,Frodo smiling big while holding sam's hand,and Legolas giving his well known smirk realizing that he had already known for an amount of time

Thorin

The two of you could never smile or talk respectfully to the other if you were in each other's presence always having to be pulled in another room by Bilbo or Balin

You were always in the back staying as far away as you can from him rarely talking or looking at him unless it was an argument or a brief moment of respect in order for everyone to get out of a situation alive

That changed when you jumped in to save him from Azog bilbo right next to you ready to fight while you checked him for wounds dragging him to the tree where everyone else was until the eagles came and took you to a much safer place

After hugging bilbo and as everyone walked away far enough he stopped you before you could follow "I thought that the way I felt for you was never going to change and I thought I would never love anyone but now over this past while it has changed" you stare at him feeling your heart race as he stares at you

He smiled which rarely happened especially towards you making you not only realize that the weird way you'd been feeling towards him also changed but that you knew that you couldn't see your life after this journey without him surging forward into a emotion fueled and truly wonderful kiss while the sun shines over the two of you

You took things slow and after reaching Laketown you both told everyone causing a bit of surprise amongst them except Gandalf who was smirking and bilbo who smiled hugging his two best friends as the two of you smiled at the future ahead together

#lord of the rings x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #legolas greenleaf x reader #aragorn x reader #kili x reader #judgementdaysunshine's birthday celebration #judgementdaysunshine

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gardenerian · 6 months

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tag game wednesday saturday (whoops!) 🙃 tagged by some darlings @sxltburn @7x10mickey @heymacy @crossmydna @guinguin1984 @metalheadmickey @jrooc @darlingian @heymrspatel @rereadanon @deedala @creepkinginc ILYYY

name: mel!

age: ageless

first pet? a hamster named squeaky

first word? cookie 🍪

first celebrity crush? both hannah and paul from s club 7 😇 and i was right for that

first irl crush? pretty sure it was john patrick (read with french accent bc his parents were french and that's how they said it... so i did too)

first kiss? omg i was 16 and it was after the production of the wizard of oz i was in aksldhf i opened my eyes and he was already skipping away 😆 i thought it was so dreamy lmao

first car? honda civic babey

first apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? my first dorm at college where i lived with the two most horrible people imaginable... it was The Worst time aksjfd i transferred asap lol

first time on a plane? hmm 7 years old? to visit family in puerto rico

first cellphone? i was 13 and i spent hours learning t9 word

first concert? HAH it was usher confessions tour

first foreign country you visited? ireland, to no one's surprise

first sport you ever played? swimming and/or tennis i think

first career aspiration? teacher, maybe? i was just really into the dry erase markers, not gonna lie

and finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow": oh hmm. probably this set? or this one idk aklsjfh

i am mega late so not tagging this time but please accept a smooch and a treat of your choice 🥰

#standing there with all my stage makeup still on like 😍#as he literally skipped to his mom's car #young love lmaooo #tagged

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wildemaven · 2 years

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. . . The Rest

Paring: Frankie Morales x HairstylistF!Reader

WC: 2846

Warning: T; mentions of food, drinks, coffee, divorce, anxiety feelings.

A/N: This follow up is for the sweet @heythere-mel Because what happened after Frankie called?! I didn’t really have an intention of writing more but then Mel asked and my brain started spinning with more. And as I was writing this I was like, could this be the beginning of Weekends with Frankie and how they came to be (like if you squint just a little you can see it right??). Anyways, this isn’t beta’d and probably is a jumbled mess, my head feels like stuffed to the max, but thankfully on the mend. Enjoy.

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“It’s not— weird is it? It’s only been…”

His voice has a relaxed tone to it, shifting in his bed to catch the time on the bedside clock, its bright red numbers glowing against the darkness that is his bedroom— 12 am.

“Shit! We’ve been on the phone for 3 hours now!”

“Oh wow! Doesn’t really feel like it though. What were you saying about being weird?”

You immediately answered Frankie’s call on your drive home, picking up where you had left off at the sports bar. You both found you had an endless amount of things to talk about, never that awkward silence, each topic flowing from one to the next with ease.

“Oh yeah. You don’t find it weird wanting more time with someone you only just met? I don’t know what it is, but I just— I just feel so drawn to you in such a short amount of time.”

“Weird is someone not liking pineapple on their pizza.”

“That’s it— Sorry, it was nice knowing you…” You can’t help but laugh at his dramatics.

“Oh, shut up! I’ll eat your pineapple pieces Frankie!”

He’s right though, it feels like it should be a little weird how things are playing out, that you both hit it off so soon and can’t get enough of each other. And yet sometimes life has a way of making things work and it’s better to go with it than fight it.

“When can I see you again?”

A small yawn escapes before you can respond. “Hmm, when do you want to see me again?”

“Today.”

You laugh at that because it’s nearing 1 am and you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you went to work yesterday like any other day and now your talking on the phone like some giddy high schooler. It all just feels like a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

“Anyone ever told you you’re cute?”

“Yeah actually, my hairdresser said the same thing just yesterday.” You can’t see it, but you know that damn dimple has caved in just the perfect amount, paired with that incredible smile of his.

“Oh my god, Frankie! Are you going to hold that over my head forever?!”

“Forever sounds nice.” He says just above a whisper and there’s a soft emotion behind the way he says it..

“Frankie…” You feel dizzy, intoxicated by the affect Frankie is starting to have on you.

He says your name and your heart flutters at the way it falls from his mouth, a feeling you want to know for as long as you can.

“What is this? This thing happening between us? I mean— I like whatever it is.”

“Hmm— I like… whatever this is too. Feels— right. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time.” You can’t help but smile at his confession, situating yourself further into your stack of pillows.

“So, you want to see me today?”

“Yeah, I’d really like too...” He tries to conceal his yawn. “Can I meet you for coffee? Say— 10:30?? I can text you the name of the place that has the best pastries in town.”

“That sounds perfect!”

“Alright, time for bed now beautiful.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Your teeth catch your bottom lip, you definitely feel like a giddy high schooler.

“Yeah, I really do.”

“What am I going to do with you Frankie?”

“Let me take you to coffee— then we can figure it out.”

“Okay. Goodnight Frankie.”

“Night.”

You tuck yourself in, thoughts of today still running through your mind, Frankie at the forefront of them. Your limbs heavy as you drift off into an array of vivid colors, movie like imagery tickling your eyes with each breath you take in slipping further into a suspended realm.

Frankie already waiting for you when you pull into the parking lot of the cute little coffee shop he’d text you first thing this morning. Leaning up against his truck, his relaxed posture makes him somehow look more attractive. A comfy green shirt hugs his broad shoulders, his flexed forearms crossed over his chest— one sleeve pushed up just enough to see the pull of the muscles and tendons on display.

“Good morning beautiful.” He greets you with a smile as he pushes himself forward towards you, welcoming your arrival.

“Hey there handsome.” You’d practically skipped the rest of the way to him. All giggles and smiles when you finally got to where he’s standing.

Your arms around his waist, securing yourself to him, his hands clasped around your jaw as he leans in for a kiss. His lips tender and patient as they mold against yours.

“Mmm, I’ve been looking forward to that— it’s kinda becoming my favorite thing.” You smile against his mouth.

“Yeah??” Pulling you back in for seconds, savoring how you completely melt against him.

“Hi.” He says as his thumb brushes against your jaw, taking in your features up close in the morning light.

“Hey.” Your fingers find their way into his hair instinctually, he decided to forego his hat today, his effort in styling not lost on you. “Your hair looks good, I like it like this.” Combing a few strands off his forehead.

“Thanks. I tried to recreate what you did— I’ll get the hang of it eventually. Just know though, the hat will be making an appearance from time to time.”

“Hat or no hat— I truly like both.”

Frankie isn’t use to the heavy dose of compliments you keep sending him, but he likes the way he feels when you say them and finds himself feeling a sort of way about you when you do— he tucks the sentiment away for the time being.

You situate yourself into a little table near a window, the sound music and coffee-goers competing against each other. The baristas busy filling orders behind the counter— running through the motions of pulling shots of espresso, frothing milks and dishing out bags and bags filled with what look like delicious pastries. Frankie is in line waiting for the order— he insisted on paying, so you let him. From where you’re sitting you can see him among the waiting customers. Hands in his pockets, his profile on display for your viewing pleasure. He must sense your staring, glancing over at you and throws a wink your way— collecting his little gestures over the last day has you feeling a certain emotion, it’s starting to consume you in the best way.

Placing the two coffees, an oatmilk latte for you and rich black for him, on the table along with the freshly baked croissants he wanted you to try.

Frankie settles in his chair, his long legs barely have enough room to fit comfortably, his knee slightly knocking into yours. He goes to shift away as he begins to apologize, but your hand rests on his thigh as you tell him it’s okay. The contact is brief, but long enough to feel an electric shock of bliss zip through his body.

“So what are your plans for the week?” He asks, trying to break through the bustling noise of the coffee shop.

His question catches you mid bite. The buttery soft croissant nearly melts in your mouth, the flaky bits soft and moist paired with the crunchy texture of the caramelized sugar topping— a perfect balance of sweet and savory.

“Mmmm! This is so good!” Trying to wipe away the crumbs from your mouth before you answer him. “Not much really going on. Tomorrow is my usual day to get my week ready— picking up needed supplies and cleaning house are how most Monday’s are for me. Then a busy week of clients. What about you?”

He takes a drink of his coffee and you catch the way his adam’s apple shifts a bit as he swallows, the prominent features on his neck drawing you in as he begins to speak.

“Have a few flights scheduled throughout the week, that will keep me busy with prepping and air time. Then helping Benny at the gym a few nights.”

“You help him train?”

“I try. I’m usually just a human punching bag. But whatever it takes to get him a win.” He’s says so nonchalantly with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“I’m sure he really appreciates it though. Having a friend like you supporting him inside and outside of the ring.”

“Yeah— I guess so.” Finishing off the rest of his coffee. “You’ll have to come sometime— catch one of his fights. There’s a few local ones coming up.”

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For inviting me into your life with out a second thought. Feeling comfortable enough to bring me into your circle of friends. I mean I already know the other guys obviously, but I appreciate you asking me to be apart of that space with them.”

“Of course.” His hand grabbing for yours, pulling you closer so he can kiss your temple— tender and soft. “Plus, the more people in Benny’s corner, the better he does.”

“Good to know. I’ll make sure to invite Hannah, she’ll lose her mind over a caged up Benny, I’m sure.”

The rest of the date is spent divulging more into each other’s lives. Sharing embarrassing moments as kids. your favorite of his being when he locked his little sister in the bathroom with wet cat food and crackers telling her it was tuna— you hadn’t laughed that hard in awhile.

Another round of coffee brought more questions and more stories from yours and Frankie’s past. He touched on his recent divorce, and you learned that it wasn’t due to one particular issue, they just grew apart early on and knew splitting was the best thing. Frankie had shared his apprehension to dating, worried he would repeat the same cycle if he was to fall in love and marry again, but he was working through it in therapy and finding that his thoughts were his worst critic sometimes— you could relate to that. You could sit and listen to him talk about anything, the way Frankie shares with so much heart and sincerity could hold your attention for an endless amount of time.

Nothing seems to exist around you as time passes. His presence envelops you in a bubble, makes you feel like you and him are the only ones in this space.

After coffee, you exchange goodbyes and a less than chaste kiss, your back against your car door as Frankie’s expansive frame cages you in as you grip on to him fearing you might just float away entirely. You both make a plan to set up seeing each other sometime during the coming week. You’re already dreading the time in between until you see him again.

Before you knew it, Monday rolled into Tuesday and it was back servicing clients for the week.

The day was steady, leaving ample time in between appointments for short breaks and quick text exchanges to Frankie.

Frankie: miss you. Hope you’re having a great day.

-Miss you too handsome. Hope this morning’s flight was great.

Frankie: It was. The sunrise was almost as beautiful as you are 😉

-Quite the charmer you are Morales.

Frankie: I try.

Finishing up a color service, you take your color bowls and brushes to the back room to clean and sanitize. Checking the time, you have 30 minutes before the next client arrives— a cut and blow-out.

You hear the familiar sound of the front door opening alerting the arrival of someone, knowing Hannah’s at the front desk you don’t bother to check, allowing her to greet them.

“Welcome in, how can I help you sir.” Hannah always does her best to welcome everyone with her cheerful voice.

“Hi, I’m Frankie. I’m here…”

“Frankie?”

“Y-yes?”

“The Frankie? The Frankie that my girl has been texting me about for the last several days?”

“If we are talking about the same person, then guilty.”

“Hi, Frankie, I’m Hannah.” She introduces herself after her barrage of questioning.

“Hannah?? So you’re the cute receptionist Benny has been going on about. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Benny talks about me?!” If she wasn’t already sitting, she would have fallen to the floor at the mention of Benny Miller thinking of her.

“He does.” Frankie chuckles at Hannah’s flustered state.

“I’ll go get our girl. Be right back.”

“Hey! There’s a guy up front, says he knows you.” She’s got this look about her as she says it.

You look at he, brows furrowed in confusion, you weren’t expecting anyone and you still had plenty of time until your next client.

“He’s very attractive… Goes by the name Frankie. You know him??” Her melodramatic tone is too much as she fans at her face with her hands.

“You are the worst!”

“But you love me!” Fluttering her eyelashes as she tries to play innocent.

“Sometimes against my better judgment.”

As you walk to the front, you can’t help but be captivated by Frankie. The light shining through the front window was the perfect radiant backdrop to his beautiful silhouette. You can feel the excitement start to come to life the moment he turns and you see that charming smile of his.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“I got off early and was looking for an excuse to see you.”

“What’s that you got there?” Pointing to the two coffees and what you can only assume is a bag filled with those delicious croissants.

“My excuse to see you. Thought you could use a little pick me up. Also wanted to see if you’re free Saturday evening to watch Benny’s fight.” He says holding up the coffees and pastry bag.

“You alone are the perfect pick me up. And yes, I’d love to go— it’s a date.” Grabbing one of the coffees before stealing a kiss.

“Uh, I wasn’t sure what you liked Hannah— so I just got two of the same thing.” Placing the second latte on the front desk.

Your heart swelled at the gesture. Stopping by to bring you a treat, to see you— a drive that’s out of his way. And then to bring a coffee for Hannah. What is this man doing to you??

“He’s handsome and brings coffee??” Hannah grabs the cup and begins to leave, but not before saying over her shoulder, “Marry him, now!”

Frankie and you laugh at the remark- but you’re teetering on the edge of insecurity. It was a silly thing to say considering your brief dating— if you could call it that and the thought of it didn’t sound like the worse thing either. But your previous partners were never at a point in their lives where marriage or serious relationships were ever a priority, always making you feel ridiculous and that you were the problem in every equation. But you knew it was something you wanted eventually, when the time was right. You just hoped that you weren’t forcing something on to Frankie to think about so soon.

You’re brain starts doing that thing where it’s already preparing for the worst. You just know he is going to be annoyed with what just happened and decide that this isn’t what he truly wasn’t. He’ll tell you this was only supposed to be a casual thing, it would never become anything serious. You can feel your chest clenched at the thought of him calling it off right here in the middle of the salon. Old feelings and insecurities bubbling to the surface, but you try to pull yourself together, you’ll deal with this problem later.

“Sorry about her. Uh, She can be a bit much sometimes.” You can feel your face becoming hot, picking at your fingers like you tend to do when you’re nervous.

“No— no it’s fine. I can see why Benny likes her. She’s— quirky.”

He can’t help but take in the mix of emotions dancing across your face. Sensing the nervousness stirring with in you after Hannah’s comment, and he can’t help but think it has you feeling fearful and unsure. He wants you to know he isn’t feeling flighty because of it either.

“Hey, look at me.” Pulling your attention back to him fully. “It’s okay, what she said. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Sorry, got in my head for a second. My damn self-sabotage rearing it’s head again.”

Relief washes over you. Sure it doesn’t mean anything is happening right now, but you’re glad to know that the thought of being serious moving forward isn’t something Frankie would turn down.

“Come here.” His arms become a security blanket to your uncertainty. Strong enough to withstand any threat against your own enemies. He feels safe and you like that he wants to be a part of what ever this growing connection between you becomes.

You nuzzle right into the crook of his neck, his skin warm and inviting. You want to stay wrapped up like this for as long as you can.

“Umm— if you and your boyfriend could wrap it up. I’ve got work to do and I’d rather not be front row to whatever is happening up here.” Hannah and her innate ability to make herself known.

“Hmm— Boyfriend??” Frankie says, as if he’s asking you for your opinion on the title.

“Boyfriend?”

“I kinda like the way it sounds.”

“Me too.”

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naturesapphic · 9 months

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Dancing

Melanie Martinez x fem!reader

Warnings: just fluff

Opening the front door to the house you and your girlfriend shared, you heard music booming and singing coming from upstairs. Confused, you shut the front door and called out for your girlfriend. Receiving no answer, you headed up the stairs into y’all’s shared room and there, you found your girlfriend. Melanie was in shorts and a crop top, dancing to portals. She was practicing some of the choreography she came up with for the upcoming tour.

You stood at the door admiring how her body moves and the sound of her voice, making your entranced. Mel felt a presence in the room and she looked behind her to find you looking at her with a dopey look on your face. “Hey bug!” She exclaimed as she walked over to you to give you a warm hug. You melted at her touched and snuggled into her. “Hi Mel. I missed you…” you said lovingly and she giggled at your response. “Baby you were only out for a few hours.” She said giggling at you and you pouted up at her. “You are so cute darling.” Melanie said with so much love in her eyes you felt like your heart was about to explode.

“You are cuter.” You said back and she shook her head while smiling down at you. She kissed your forehead lovingly and pulled away from you. “Come on bunny. Dance with me.” She said grabbing your hand and pulling you with her in the middle of the room. You blushed furiously “I can’t dance melly. I’m not good at it. You know that.” You confessed and she smiled at you “it’s okay baby. You don’t exactly have to be the best at it, it’s all about having fun.” She explained to you softly and you chuckled. “Fine. I will for you.” You gave in and she squealed loudly. “Yayyyy! I’ll teach you some of the moves I’ve been working on!” She stated and you got beside her as she was teaching you step by step on her new moves.

After a few steps you were getting the hang of it until near the last few steps you basically have to slowly go down on your knees and come back up slowly. You go down and try to go back up but you failed. “I look like a damn grandma who had bad back surgery.” You complained and Melanie started laughing hard at your statement. “Baby it wasn’t that bad. You will get the hang of it.” She reassured you and you grumbled as she started showing you again but slower. You did it a couple more times to the point where it actually looks good.

You went down and went back up slowly and decided to add a little part to it. As you went back up, you shook your ass a little to tease your girlfriend and it definitely worked. Melanie gave you wide eyes and her jaw dropped. “Damn…if I knew you could do all that I would have shown you how to dance sooner.” Melanie said as she walked over to you and placed her hands on your waist. You giggled and wrapped your arms around her neck and gave her a little peck on her lips. Mel wasn’t satisfied with that and chased after your lips which made you laugh. She started kissing all over your face which made you keep laughing and squirm in her arms. She stopped after a few moments and looked down at you in her arms. “You are so perfect to me.” She confessed and you smiled at her “you are perfect to me too Mel. We are perfect for each other.” You said and she agreed. Y’all are perfect for each other and you always will be.

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed! If y’all have any winter/Christmas requests for Melanie or any other of the characters that I write let me know! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all dearly and I miss y’all! :)

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kpophubb · 2 years

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</3: 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲? // уαиg วυηցωση

🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 <|𝟯 ☹︎

[ !! Please read part 1 first. ⇢ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 ]

"𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦..𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵...𝗽𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲."

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What if the things I say don’t break your heart jungwon? You repeated, weeping frantically and clutching his hands tighter, afraid that the boy you adored so much would disappear into thin air if you didn’t hold him down.

At your unexpected statement, his broken eyes turn to you and widen, staring at you with a look, agonising and hopeful again, begging for an explanation.

Please, let it be something not cruel like usual. Let it please be something that saves his drowning heart one last time.

“What….what do you mean noona?”

“Jungwon…”

“Listen to me. Please don’t leave me like this.” You cried out, almost tripping over where you’re seated, only for him to catch a tired and sobbing you into his comforting arms again.

The touch was so brief, and yet, every part of you was afraid to be deprived of that touch, exchanged for a lifetime of hollow aching.

“I..I never expected even in my dreams that you see me this way, won. Believe me, had I known, I’d try my best to never come across a day where I’d hurt you this much.”

“I feel awful for being the cause of tears of that one boy I always wanted to protect no matter what…and yet. Yet even when I know I want to hug you right now and tell you it’s okay.., I can’t.”

“It’s true I love Jake. But all this time…I loved him without knowing that you loved me. Jungwon..please. All I’m saying is give me some time to think this through. All this happening right now, this, that, everything, they’re too much for me. I need some time to figure out my own feelings so I can truly know what I want.” You finish abruptly, catching your breath and gulping the next sob that was about to rise up your throat.

As you laid there, desperately pleading for an answer, you noticed how the unmoving figure infront of you just stared at you with the same pair of unchanged hurtful eyes, unable to come up with a miracle answer that wouldn’t break his voice.

But, a sigh was all he gave you before turning his back to you and walking out of that cold and suffocating, lonely room, leaving you all alone in the dark like you deserved.

Damn. Seeing someone walk away from your life never hurt so bad. If you were to describe the feeling you felt right now, it was like being in a pitiful state with your hands and limbs being tied and someone sucking the breath out of you cruelly. You feel like you’d die every second, but truly, you just lay there helplessly, bearing the repeated torture of a painful cell called reality.

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Hours pass by with you, feeling your heart wring with excruciating pain and tears running down your cheeks in streams without stopping. Who could have thought evil fate would throw you in this two sided road where you can’t choose two, or choose neither?

It was ripping your innards apart to replay the scenes of the last few hours. Jungwon confessing to you, him crying for you, and most of all- him walking out of your life so coldly. From his sigh, you knew he was waiting for one final answer, although most parts of him were already gone without leaving behind traces. But…the truth is, what answer were you supposed to give him?

To think when and how jungwon’s smile would become so precious to you, that your whole world drowned in tints of gray when you imagined a world with it gone. His dimples that you always admired, would never pop out again when you say something or greet him hello. Those eyes of his will never sparkle, the sound of his homelike laughter that echoed in your ears, ringing inside you like a melody you were borne with. The warmth of his fingers when they were intertwined with yours, the feeling of comfort running through you when he hugged you or patted your head…could you really live without it all? You questioned yourself helplessly, knowing damn well what the answer would be.

Right in the moment when you decide to come to a conclusion, your head buzzes, slapping you back to your confused reality when your phone rings with an incoming text. It was a text from no one else but Jake, the seeming love of your life, asking you if you could meet him tomorrow. As you sat in painful silence, brushing your fingers over the screen that read “can you meet me at the dorm tomorrow? Got something I wanted to tell you for long!” with a blushing emoji, you knew where your heart was exactly leading you.

Between choosing the boy you loved the most since day 1 and the boy who loved you the most since day 1,

you found your obvious answer.

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Meanwhile, at the enha dorm, jungwon had already heard from jake how you agreed to come meet him, jake, and the rest of the boys for lunch the following day. Everyone was excited to have you, especially Jake, who had a new shade of happiness portrayed on his face.

“Woah buddy. Is something the matter today?” Sunghoon asks his best friend, raising his eyebrow in suspicion as he stares at the man who was excitingly fixing his hair infront of the mirror.

“Why don’t you guess?” Jake replies in an instant with a shy smile, immediately joining sunghoon in situating the plates on the table.

“Wait wait!!! DONT TELL ME-“

“YOU ARE GOING TO ASK Y/N OUT TODAY??” Sunghoon dramatically flings his palm to cover his mouth, staring at him in a mischievous disbelief, but dissolving into excitement at his friend’s bold behaviour.

“..yeah.😳”

“Congratulations man. We all already know what’s gonna be the answer so. Cheers on making her your girlfriend finally. ;)” sunghoon teases, rushing to the living room afterwards to crack the news to the rest of the boys.

However, their conversation was so loud that jungwon, who was putting the drinks in the tray, overheard everything. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop but the moment he heard your name, he couldn’t resist himself from listening.

His heart bled when he saw the happy and excited giggle on his hyung’s face. And part of him couldn’t help but despise himself strongly for being a horrible friend to such a kind hearted hyung who always just showered him with love.

Even Jungwon wasn’t aware of what answer you were gonna give him today. No one except you two knew what was going on between you, so they couldn’t possibly guess the consequences that were to take place. Someone’s heart was bound to break in today’s story, and between three people, only two would remain standing by the end.

Although he didn’t hope too much, he knew he had to cling onto that tiny glimmer of possibility to prevent his already broken heart from crumbling to dust. He wasn’t someone who believed in miracles, but there was no way he could blame himself for wishing to see you run upto him today, hug him and miraculously tell him that you chose to love him instead.

But around 20 minutes later, when you do walk in though, jungwon realizes how he’s born unfortunate and tragedy is his eternal fate, the moment he sees you rushing to Jake for an embrace without even glancing the other way.

“Hi y/n!!” Jake squeals, hugging you tightly inside his arms and resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Hey.” You reply dryly, covering your face on his chest so he doesn’t notice the way you were feeling.

Worried by your unusual tone, jake lifts your face immediately and urges you to look at him. He notices the eye bags under your eyes in a second, how your eyes were evidently red from crying too much and your hair was a also mess. You looked hurt, you looked damaged, you looked like you were dying with no one to save you from the dead.

“What’s the matter y/n?! Is everything alright?!” He anxiously asks, patting your shoulder in easing motions. But all you do is stare at him and lie you’re alright, even though your answer didn’t obviously convince him.

“I just feel a little sick jake. I’ll be okay.” You hold his hand to reassure him and seeing him smile at you in a caring way, your broken self finally dips in his familiar warmth again. Asking for a glass of water from him to get him to leave the room, you stand there, catching your breath and gathering your next move.

Suddenly, your eyes dart towards the figure standing a few feet away from you, the figure you didn’t notice all this time because you truly just needed a hug from your comfort person today before everything. You looked at him in a plunging guilt, jungwon, who stood there in shocking but expected silence.

How much more of his life would be spend aching for you?

As soon as you take a few steps towards him, you see him take ten steps backwards away from you. You feel his intense agony clouding the room, but no way in hell would you let him run away again, without hearing you out for the last time.

“So this is the answer you came up with noona? Breaking me all over again so heartlessly like I mean nothing? Like my feelings amount to nothing at all?” Jungwon accuses, voice sharpening and eyes blearing with painful tears.

“Jungwon. I thought about it a lot. And this is the only thing right for us I’m afraid. Do you think you’d be happy with me if I loved you just out of guilt?” You question.

“Do you think you wish to be loved by me only cause you love me and not cause I want to love you?”

He freeezes at your remark.

“If I came and told you I want you today, then that would be me only forcing my heart to beat for you just because I didn’t want to hurt you. In the long term, it would only destroy you even more than this.”

“Maybe losing eachother was our inevitable destiny.” You whisper painfully, biting your lower lip as hard as you could to keep your mouth from quivering.

It was true. Jungwon knew what you were saying was right. He didn’t want your sympathy or to be with him forcefully. But yet, nothing you said could erase the way he felt for you. Isn’t that how falling in love so often works? One person appears out of nowhere and becomes a fixed star in your universe. That, even when you know that person doesn’t love you and will never love you, you will foolishly perhaps always belong to them.

Yet, he needed to somehow rid himself of his pent up suffering and anger. Although he knew nothing happening to him was your fault, he couldn’t refrain himself from lashing out at you. After all, the person you love the most is also the person you hurt the most.

“You of all people have no right to tell me that!” He blurts out rudely.

“You meant everything to me. But in the end…I wasn’t even a speck of dust in your world. Tell me noona..was it so easy to discard me?”

“Jungwon…….try to understand. Think about it again. I’m not trying to disregard what you feel..but maybe just maybe..if you look inside your heart closely, you might find out your feelings for me were just infatuation. Maybe you can forget me with time and-“

he cuts you off abruptly.

“They are not. They never were. And will never be..

Because if you could love someone and keep loving them without being loved back then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.”

Seeing the way you flinch from his confession, he snaps back to reality when he feels you shaking with apology and hurt. Seeing you hurt still hurt him more than being hurt himself, so giving you one final look to memorize your messed up yet so beautiful face as his souvenir, he sets off to his journey away from your life once and for all.

That was perhaps the end. The end of your relationship, the end of ever being able to stand infront of him and talk to him. The end of your chapter. Yes.

Perhaps.

Cause even though he left, he knew too well how no matter what, he could never stop loving you.

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That day came to an end in the blink of an eye. Lunch was over with soon, because you just sat at the table, without eating nothing. Everyone knew something was gravely wrong with you from the heavy atmosphere but no one asked. Jungwon was gone, away from the dorm with his excuse, to avoid making the situation known to anybody.

They didn’t know what was up with you, but they knew you needed time and space. Your horrible state saddened jake, and thus he postponed asking you out to some other date when you’re feeling better. Cause right now, his only priority was to be there for you and make you happy.

——-[ 2 weeks later ]

Its been 14 long days and whoever said time could heal all the broken was a brutal liar. Cause there are always some wounds that keep bleeding, some wounds that we only use a thin camouflage to cover that still keep hurting madly underneath. Yes, that was the kind of wound losing you had resulted in jungwon’s life. 2 empty weeks of no contact, the wait was long and yet the dream of you inside his mind couldn’t end.

If you don’t receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you never stop looking for it. Worse- you never stop loving them either. He thought walking away from your life and ending things would drive away his ghosts, but how can he ever close his eyes without seeing you linger everywhere? The scent of you lingering on his jacket that he borrowed you, the couch you always sat in and watched movies with him, the matching keychain you got him at your amusement park trip with him, the smile on your face when you first won at your gaming arcade, the piggy back rides in empty streets at night filled with laughter when he carried you home. It was impossible to forget you when you weren’t a different person. You were an inseparable and irreplaceable part of him.

You were just another wish in his life that never came true. In the end, he pushed you away and you left like he asked you to.

And ofcourse, his suffering wasn’t unseen by the ones around him. He might have been really good at concealing his feelings for so long, but there’s only so much of himself he could desperately stick together when the trigger had been pulled. Jay, heeseung and even jake notices that jungwon was heavily depressed.

Worried by the way each day made his condition worsen, jay decided to confront jungwon and pull the truth out of him. He knew what kind of person his leader was, taking all the weight on his shoulders silently, only opening his mouth to make a painless sound when he’s been crushed by its overbearing weight.

On the other hand, you weren’t doing great either. You tried to divert your mind as much as you could by spending time with Jake that made you momentarily happy, but what happens to the time you accidentally run into jungwon when you open the door to him? The moment you walked past his room and your nose burned with the scent of his familiar perfume..the moment your eyes locked suddenly and unintentionally? It was a feeling of intense guilt and emptiness. He had been in your life for so long and had become such a significant part of it that now that he was gone, you were a bird with one wing missing, unable to fly away from this never ending cycle of hurt and atonement.

Jake had noticed the way you had grown quieter. How your conversations with him would end and you’d lock yourself away in loneliness. How your body was present infront of him but your mind was lost in a dark place he couldn’t reach even after trying so much. Yet, you were glad he was there for you to hold you. This bad feeling would fade after a month and then you’d be able to start off your happy relationship with Jake. Jungwon would move on. Jake and you would be together. Everything will work out at the end, right? Cause what’s meant to be will be. Atleast that’s what you consoled yourself with for now.

“Jungwonie, can I come in?” Jay asked, peering his head into jungwon’s dark room, catching the attention of the absent minded boy who was staring outside the window with an emotionless face, alone and late into the night.

“Sure hyung.” He gasps, gesturing jay to come inside dryly.

Sitting down on the floor beside him, jay continues, nudging him on the shoulder from concern.

“Is something the matter with you?”

“No. Why would you think so hyung?”

“You seem…different jungwon. Like you’ve lost yourself. You seem to be detached and so depressed. You know you can always tell me if something’s bothering you right?”

“Yeah. Thank you. I know. I’m just…a little stressed about our upcoming comeback and the records and all that.”

To this weak excuse, jay gets agitated.

“Whats the problem and why won’t you tell me?!”

“……..”

“I am sorry.” jungwon draws in a long huff of breath, crossing his knees, his face growing paler by the second.

“The truth is. I didn’t lose myself. I lost someone I loved the most and little did I know i was all about her.”

“..who…are you talking about?”

“Hyung…”

“I love noona.”

“You..WHAT?”

“I….love noona.”

And that was it. The last straw to holding himself together. Jungwon breaks down and spills everything to a surprised jay, crying at the end because the bottle of his emotions slips and breaks. From falling in love with you, to kissing you, to confessing to you, to hating himself for coming in between you and Jake, to having an argument with you and losing you for good.

“Should I have just kept my mouth shut hyung? Would she still be here with me had I never told her I was in love with her?” He asks frantically, sniffing.

“No..listen to me.” Jay holds his chin up to face him directly in the eye. “To burn with desire and keep quiet is the greatest punishment we can bring upon ourselves. So you didn’t make a mistake jungwon. Please don’t blame yourself for anything.”

“I feel like I’ll never recover. Like I can never draw out another breath without half of it being a wish for her.”

Jungwon finishes, crawling into jay’s arms and letting his agonising pain slip away into the moment.

Little did he know…..

Jake knew everything now. So that was the reason why both his y/n and his leadernim were falling apart.

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“Y/n. We need to talk. I’m coming over in 5” the text read.

You stared at the screen in confusion, not able to read the mood. It was from Jake and he had practice today, so why would he rush over at your place as soon as he finished it? You guys just met yesterday and went out for dinner so..what would be his special ocassion?

But soon, Your pondering ends abruptly as the doorbell rings one after another, alarming you of Jake’s presence.

“Hey!” You greet him with a wave, but he immediately pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. For some reason, today he held you tighter. Today he held you for a long time.

“Everything good?” You ask, ruffling his hair while he still keeps you buried in his embrace.

“Let’s go inside. I’ll tell you everything.”

You could tell, he was nervous. He was circling his fingers on your bedsheet restlessly, trying again and again to bring up something hesitantly. He was out of his usual energetic and excited self, and today he seemed to be deeply troubled.

“This is gonna sound abrupt y/n but…”

“I know jungwon is in love with you.”

You almost choke on air by his serious and unexpected comment.

“I’ve been noticing his change in demeanour for so long now..but I could never figure out what was wrong until I heard everything yesterday. You were upset..jungwon was upset..it was obvious something happened between the two of you.”

“Is ..he okay?” You ask timidly, your concern vivid in your tone.

“No. He was crying like crazy yesterday. It sucked..to see how he was weeping like he had done something wrong..”

“Jake he’s afraid that you would start hating him if you knew..please..don’t be mad at-“

“What are you saying y/n? I could never be mad at someone for falling in love with you. You’re so loveable.” His voice softens and his eyes grow tender. “And I could never blame someone for catching feelings when feelings are the one thing in this world people have no control over.”

Hearing his words make your heart soften. He was so kind and thoughtful and had such a beautiful perspective of everything. This was the biggest reason you fell for him back in the day. Jake was the epitome of generosity.

“And that is exactly why I can’t be mad at you either y/n.”

“Huuh?”

Jake leans in closer to your face and caresses your cheek fondly with his warm fingers. Somehow, his eyes were full of a unique gentleness that you’d never seen before.

“You loved me.”

“What do you mean? I still love-“

He brings one finger over your lips to shush you.

“You loved me y/n. So so much that it filled my heart.”

“You loved me till the day you and jungwon fought and you came running to me. That day, you made the right choice cause back then, it was me you were in love with. But then, your heart changed.”

“And that’s nothing you have to run away from. Please don’t force your heart into thinking that the past is still reality. Y/n. Human hearts change all the time. That’s why we fall in love many times. We just have to find that one love we want to hang on to till the end of our lives.”

He places your hand over your heart tenderly before continuing.

“And right now that’s the love you’re aching for.”

“Jake…. That’s not..”

“Ssh. Look inside your heart y/n and you will find the answer. Had you loved me even now, you’d still be happy with me. But have you seen yourself over the past weeks? This is way more than guilt. You miss jungwon. You want to see him. Feel him. Go upto him. And hold him. And that separation is killing you. You’re so scared to hurt him that you disregard your new feelings as something insignificant. But I can tell..you’ve fallen in love with him during the time you were apart.”

“When you close your eyes and think about the one person you want to see the most right now, who do you see? Be honest with yourself, my love.”

“It’s..not you.” You break, consumed by the intoxicating truth before you.

“Exactly. Who is it?”

“Yang jungwon.”

“See?”

“But..does this mean you and I will never speak to eachother again?” You reach your hand out to him, afraid you will lose him too.

However, jake takes your hand inside his large ones and presses your forehead together before saying in his soothing voice.

“Ofcourse not dummy. Being loved by you. Has always been an honour. I will always cherish the times we spent together y/n.”

“And I will always be with you no matter what. We will talk, meet and be us. Just the only thing that will change is we will be friends. Maybe even best friends?” He laughs.

“And lastly, I’ll always be watching over you and jungwon and scold him if he hurts you..so don’t you worry!” He exclaims, trying to sound scary, that makes you laugh.

“Thank you.”

“Now go get your man before it’s too late.” Jake let’s go of your hand and gestures you in the direction of the door.

You were so grateful to him. For opening your eyes and cracking the hidden vault of feelings inside your heart. For making you realize how your heart didn’t stop, it just changed. For guiding you to the one you truly wanted to be with and saving you from a lifetime of regret and emptiness.

When you leave the room and rush to catch your train, jake walks back to his home, relived and sad at the same time. Opening the door to his room, he looks at the plushie he won for you at the arcade, that he decided to ask you out with once upon a time.

He takes it in his hands, hugging it and holding it close to his heart. It was true, he felt sad at letting you go. And perhaps, it will be a long time before he allows his heart to fall in love again. But he knew he’s happy with the choice he’s made. Cause in this way all of you will remain happy. Besides, you deserved to be with someone who loved you more than him, and the person who loved you the most was obviously jungwon.

Jake safely puts the plush inside his closet and shuts the door. An old chapter ended, but that doesn’t mark the end of his story. He looked forward to the new story life would write for him. And indeed, he realized, some people are just better off as happy memories.

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“Jungwon!!”

“Wait!!!” You yelled at the boy a few blocks infront of you, panting and almost kneeling, worn out from running so much. It was only now you realized, you were so desperate, you ran away from home barefoot.

Hearing your voice, a surprised jungwon looks backward to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating. It was really you. But you and him had ended things weeks ago and ever since, you never talked. Why were you here now and more than that- how did you know he was here?

“Noona?!”

He freezes in his position, standing like a statue till you finally stand inches away from his face.

“I..*catches breath* looked everywhere for youh!”

His eyes travel to your barefeet and dangling sweatpants.

“You mean you RAN around the whole neighbourhood looking for ME?” He holds back his surprised laughter, but his face becomes expressionless the moment he remembers how your casual relationship ended long ago.

“I had something I needed to tell you right now.”

“..what?”

“I

Love

You.”

Was all you say before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him for a tight hug.

Initially, jungwon thinks he’s dreaming. Cause this was the scene he imagined a long time back, after the first night you gave him hope. He imagined miraculously, one day, you’d run upto him and tell him you chose to love him instead. But..now it was happening?

He doesn’t even hold you back because that’s how much he’s astonished. He just lets the moment sink in and feels your heart against his chest, like he longed for all this time.

“Noona. What are you saying?”

“I’m saying the truth.” You let go of him and face him directly, looking at him right in the eye.

“A while ago, it was your turn to confess. Now it’s mine. *smiles* “

“Jungwon. It was true that I rejected you because back then, I didn’t love you. Even if I tried, I couldn’t. Even if I did say yes, it would end up breaking both our hearts cause it would be out of sympathy.”

“But now it isn’t. I didn’t choose to love you now. I had said being apart was our inevitable destiny but LOVING YOU is my inevitable destiny.”

“All these moments we were away..I missed you. I tried to be with Jake, to spend time with Jake, and he did make me happy. But he didn’t make me happy in the way you did. The void created in my heart from losing you could only be filled by you. Because before I could detect, my heart had already started beating for you.”

“I searched for you in everything. I searched for you in everyone. I tried to search for your warmth. I tried to find the same peace and feeling of home with someone else that I found with you. But in the end..I just realized how nobody else could do all that you did for me. Nobody else could fill your place in my life, because nobody else was the one I wanted to be with. Nobody else was you. You were the one I never wanted to be away from.”

“It’s true. I loved jake. He was my first love. And that might have been crazy. But you know what’s crazier than someone’s first love? It’s their last. Cause it’s the person they love till death. You are my last love. And it’s the craziest cause I’ll love you even after death.”

You finish, looking at him, whose eyes were now gleaming with disbelief and happy tears. “I..can’t..believe this is happening. Tell me again.”

“Tell me again..you love me.”

“YANG JUNGWON!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!” You shout boldly admist the empty streets, your voice echoing so loud that he was pretty sure even the neighbours heard you.

He blushes immediately and asks you to stop. “You’re embarrassing me noona..”

“So this is a happy ending?” He shyly asks, cupping his hands around both sides of your waist.

“Naah. There’s one thing still left for our story to be a happy ending.”

“And what is that?”

“For me to finish what you started.”

Second turns to millisecond, and before he can process, your lips are already on his. The way he kissed you when he confessed, now, that was turned into something more romantic than painful. Maybe your first kiss had started off as sad, but from now on, you promised yourself all your kisses would be beautiful. He parts his lips and you pull the back of his neck, bringing him closer so your mouths could connect. His breaths fanning your cheek, and his soft lips intertwined within yours, his wild heart beat ringing against your chest, his warmth seeping inside you and melting away all the cold. He tasted exactly like his love for you. So sweet that it was dizzying.

You walk home holding hands that night. So tightly, promising eachother that you’d never let go. And finally, everything around you felt right. It felt right to be with him, and now that you were finally together, you knew you’d never let him go. The night melts into so many more confessions, so many more kisses and so many more honest promises.

——[ PROLOGUE ]

3 months turn to 6 months, 6 months turn to 9 months and finally a year of your fairytale passing by. You stand infront of the decorated Polaroids with dates infront of you, reminiscing over your golden time, when you feel someone grab you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder.

You smile, your body automatically registering to that heart-melting presence.

“What are you looking at noona?” Jungwon presses a soft kiss to your cheek and smiles in turn.

“Our story.”

You point to the first polaroid in the frame. “This is the first time we ever went out for lunch as a couple. It was the day I got my camera so I wanted to take a picture. Do you remember, jungwonie?”

“Ofcourse “ he lovingly presses another kiss on your nose.

“And the next picture is the time we got ice cream together on our 7 month anniversary and you smudged cream all over my face! And beside that, is our hand holding picture from our 9 month anniversary. Right?” He proudly exclaims.

You look at him and giggle, suddenly hit by an emotional wave of nostalgia. But more than that, a beautiful realisation. That today, you wouldn’t be where you are today if it was not for him. He was your happiness, he was your promise, he was your forever.

“Jungwon..I’m glad I fell in love with you.”

“Hmm Me too.” He turns you around gently so you face him and tugs at your waist. “I’m so grateful to Jake hyung for that night noona.”

“Same here. And I’m so happy now that Jake found the love of his life now. A girl who loves him more than I ever did. I hope they last forever, just like us.” You chuckle, resting your forehead against his and taking in the moment.

You were truly happy when you heard the news of Jake dating his college classmate. She was so nice and he was so happy, you were so delighted to see how it worked out the best for all three of you.

“In the end, all the heart break was worth it.” Jungwon gratefully gasps before pulling you to the bed with him.

“I’d choose being hurt over you a thousand times than being happy with someone else noona.”

Crawling on top of him and resting your head on his chest, you abruptly pull the shutter of your camera to click another picture, catching him off guard. The bedsheets smelling like him, your heart in his hands, and your lives filled with happiness and memories of eachother- you now knew exactly what paradise on earth feels like.

Putting the picture away, you decide to hang it with the rest of the decor. Today marked the one year of the night you confessed your love to him in the middle of the street, and that was the reason why you are here with him today. Sometimes, the most unexpected people love us the most and become the permanent part of our happiness.

“Y/n: It’s not always easy being with the one you love. I realize it now. You need to work for it. But once you do, you spend everyday of your life feeling the way I’m feeling right now-

Infinite.” ♡

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What if the things I say don’t break your heart?

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secular-jew · 1 year

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Maayan Adam writes painfully about her little sister Mel who was murdered at a party in Reim: "On Saturday afternoon, in front of this pastoral landscape, our baby Mel hid under a truck and stood dead." She held on for hours and did not move until the terrorists confessed her murder. She and her partner Roy moved in together this week and she couldn't be the happiest person. He who wrote beside her, took bullets in his back and survived to tell us how she died in his arms. Like the entire bereavement family, we have not yet been given an official message, we are hanging between life and death, between hope and the end of the world. Broken, to pieces, pain I didn't know existed"

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kenshivshow · 2 years

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It is the 13th of January in Japan, which means it’s @ameliajessica’s birthday, even if it’s still the 12th here! Happy Birthday, Mel!

As a little gift in honor of the occasion, I am sharing a snippet of a fic I have been tossing around for awhile now and I really do hope to finish, because I find the premise hilarious. Here’s to hoping this will encourage me to do something more with it!

So Mel, even if you don’t like birthdays, I hope you like this! Love you!

“I need you to help me figure out what to wear on my date with Alice,” Quentin says, rushing into Eliot’s room without knocking.

Eliot could have been in the middle of doing something, or someone, but he had just been lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Quentin, actually. Embarrassing, and not something he’ll ever confess. But it’s not like he was pining. He was strategizing. He had called dibs after all, and as Bambi kept pointing out, “you can’t just call dibs and then do fuck all about it for months, you absolute cocksock.” Anyway, Quentin was a delicate proposition and Eliot was determined not to scare him off.

“Well, hello to you too,” Eliot says, rolling over to his side and propping his head up on his elbow. “Come here often?”

Quentin rolls his eyes, impatient, but he laughs a little too, and as always, seeing him smile makes Eliot irrationally happy and weirdly proud? Which is possibly weird. It is, definitely. But Quentin doesn’t smile enough, and ugh, god help him, Eliot loves to see it. Quentin has a nice smile, which is really not surprising. Quentin has a nice everything.

“So, are you gonna help me or not?” Quentin is saying, while Eliot is distracted thinking about all the nice parts of Quentin. Shit. Focus.

So, Quentin has a date. With...Alice. Right, the nerdy blonde with the fantastic rack who’s smarter than everyone and looks kind of mean. Well, Eliot can’t say he’s surprised that’s Quentin’s type.

“Of course I’ll help you, Q,” Eliot rolls off the bed and walks over to wrap his arm around Q’s shoulders and leads him out the door. “What kind of look are we going for? Like, playing it coy, or like you’re gonna put out on the first date. Or a little of both, keep ‘em guessing?”

The way Quentin predictably flushes and twitches under the weight of Eliot’s arm, just a little, is just so...rewarding. It’s better than a drug, like getting an injection of adrenaline straight to his veins.

But because Quentin is always surprising too, and braver than Eliot remembers to give him credit for, he straightens his shoulders and says, “Um, a little of both, I guess?”

Eliot definitely does not stumble a little over nothing as they head down the hall towards Quentin’s room.

“So you’re not upset Alice beat you to the draw, huh?” Margo asks, as Eliot hands her a drink later that night.

Eliot sighs. “It’s not ideal, but let’s be real. There’s no way that’s going to last longer than a few weeks at most. I don’t think he has any idea what to do with a girl like her.”

Margo makes a humming noise. “Well, I sure know what I would do with a girl like her.”

“Well, we can’t all be you, Bambi,” Eliot says, raising his glass in acknowledgement. “I’m sure once the little nerds give it the old college try and get it out of their systems, you’ll have your chance. And so will I.”

Margo clinks her glass against his. “I’ll drink to that.”

They’re a few drinks in, planning idly for this year’s Ibiza trip, when the woman of the hour makes her way downstairs.

Alice is...not dressed for a date. In fact, Eliot thinks it’s the first time he’s seen her without her fussy cardigan and skirt combination the entire time she’s been at Brakebills. Tonight, she’s wearing an oversized hoodie and pajama pants with little sheep on them. Cute.

“Uh, did you guys decide to stay in for a movie night, or something?” Eliot asks as she makes her way towards him. Not that Eliot cares what they do. He doesn’t. It’s just, he had spent a not insignificant amount of time helping Quentin pick the perfect outfit, and if they’re not even going out, then what was the point. It’s the principle of the thing, that’s all.

Alice furrows her brow.

“Sorry?” she says, always so polite and proper.

“Are you and Q still going out? That’s tonight, right?” is Eliot’s response, as if he doesn’t know for sure. He doesn’t want to appear over-invested, though. He isn’t. He is invested a normal amount.

“Me and...Q?” Alice asks, apparently bewildered. “As in Quentin?”

“Yes, as in Quentin,” Eliot replies, feeling equally bewildered. As if he could have been referring to anyone else.

Margo is watching the interaction like a tennis match, looking back and forth between Eliot and Alice with amusement.

Alice clears her throat and crosses her arms. “Um, I think there’s been some kind of...mix-up, or misunderstanding. Quentin and I aren’t going out tonight.”

“Oh. Did you reschedule?” Eliot can’t help but asking. He can feel Margo’s eyes on him and knows she’s nobly refraining from laughing at his expense.

Alice tilts her head, like he’s piqued her curiosity and she wants to put him under a microscope and do an experiment on him.

“No. Quentin’s never asked me out. I don’t know what you heard, but we definitely do not have a date tonight, or any night.”

Margo lets out a low chuckle over the rim of her glass, and Eliot. He’s not sure what he’s doing.

While Eliot’s still trying to figure out what he’s doing, and Margo is laughing at him, and Alice appears lightly amused, there’s a knock at the front door of the cottage and Quentin is flying down the stairs saying “shit, shit, okay, it’s fine,” to no one in particular.

They’re all still standing there when Quentin opens the door after a brief moment of adjusting his collar and smoothing his hair.

It’s...some guy? Eliot doesn’t really know him, but he sort of recognizes him from around campus. He's a Naturalist, his name is like, Alan, maybe? He must be here to see if there’s a party going on, which there usually is by now on Friday nights, and if there isn’t yet, there’s still time to get one going.

Margo lets out a snort of laughter into her drink and Eliot looks at her, confused.

“Hi,” Quentin is saying, brightly, and the guy is saying hi back, and they know each other, apparently.

Margo is giving him a significant look, and when Eliot just shrugs and shakes his head, she rolls her eyes.

“Hey Q, who’s your friend?” she calls over, and Quentin jumps in surprise, like he didn’t see them all standing there until just then.

“Oh,” Quentin says, his cheeks pink and his eyes bright. “Um, this is Alex?”

He says it almost like a question, and Eliot hears a small laugh and turns to see Alice covering her mouth with her hand.

“Okay,” she says, quietly, behind her hand, pitched so only Eliot can hear her. “I think I understand what happened now.”

And. Oh.

“Well hello, Alex,” Margo says, with emphasis. Yeah, Bambi, we’re all caught up to the horror show now, Eliot thinks.

“Sorry, Quentin seems to have forgotten his manners. I’m Margo, and this is Eliot and Alice.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” says Alex, who is a guy. And Quentin’s date. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Alice gives a little wave.

Margo gives him the once over and then smiles in approval, which okay, sure; he is objectively good looking, if you like tall guys with blond hair, which Eliot can’t say he has an objection to in general. Apparently, neither does Quentin, says a voice in his head that sounds just like Margo, and one Eliot does not appreciate.

“No offense Alex, but we’ve heard absolutely nothing about you. I think our little Q here was trying to keep you a secret,” Margo says cheerfully. She’s clearly loving every minute of this.

“I wasn’t,” Quentin objects, looking up at Alex with wide eyes like he’s really worried Alex is offended, “I did mention us studying in the library a few times, I think?”

Eliot thinks back on the times he’d heard Q mention that he had been “in the library with Alice” and can only now assume that at least some of those times, Q had, in fact, been in the library with Alex. Jesus. Q had probably wondered why Eliot had never inquired about who the fuck Alex was, but then again, Eliot did have a reputation for knowing anyone and everyone on campus already. So really, the fact that Eliot didn’t know who this Alex was said something, didn’t it?

What is this comedy of errors bullshit? Eliot was a theater kid in high school, so he’s seen plenty of convoluted plotting in his life, but this is just unreal.

“But um, I just didn’t really go into much detail,” Quentin continues, looking nervous, “because I didn’t want to jinx it, I guess.”

Unfortunately, Eliot finds this devastatingly cute. Also unfortunately, Alex seems to find it cute as well, and he and Quentin smile at each other a little bit in that “we just admitted we like each other and it’s new and exciting” way, and then decide they should head out.

Margo is making thumbs up and the “okay” gesture at Q behind Alex’s back and mouthing nice, and Q is grinning in a “aw shucks” embarrassed way, and Eliot is suddenly realizing that he helped Quentin get dressed for a date with some hot guy and as a result he looks absolutely irresistible to guys who are into guys who look like Quentin, speaking as one himself.

This is a totally different scenario than a date with Alice, who is giving him a scarily shrewd look as she heads to the kitchen, which is presumably where she’d been going before she’d been waylaid by meeting Alex.

“Shit, go after him, tell him there’s an emergency and he has to come back,” Eliot hisses at Margo as the door swings shut.

Margo gives him a look that tells Eliot she will not be going after anyone.

“Yeah? And what’s the supposed emergency?”

“The emergency,” Eliot does not shriek, but his voice is a little higher-pitched than he’d like, “Is that I dressed him to get laid and now he’s going to actually hook up with some discount Hemsworth-brother type and not just like, awkwardly do hand stuff with Alice.”

Eliot had picked out a sweater over a button-up shirt for Quentin to wear, along with some jeans that actually fit right. Quentin had been hiding these jeans in his drawer for some reason, shoved at the back, like he was afraid to let everyone know that he has an amazing ass. He looked sweet and kind of secretly slutty in a naughty school-boy way.

Eliot is so stupid.

“Well shit, El, in hindsight, assuming Q was a straight boy who’s scared of dick was pretty stupid,” Margo says dryly, like she’s reading his mind. “Although I’m a little surprised, too. Like, our little Quentin is just out there secretly pulling hot dudes in between classes and, I’m assuming, jerking off to Fillory porn? I mean, good for him. I guess it’s that ‘corruptible virgin’ energy he gives off.”

Eliot, who is himself incredibly susceptible to Quentin’s “corruptible virgin energy,” if that’s what they’re calling it now, knows he only has himself to blame for this.

“Well,” he sighs, “I guess I’ll just have to spice up my strategy.”

Margo must recognize the look on his face as something close to dramatic, because she says with some intensity, “El, please, I’m begging you, just don’t do anything stupid or fucking embarrassing, okay?”

“Of course I won’t, Bambi,” Eliot promises.

#the magicians #queliot #my fic #fic snippets #happy birthday mel!!!!!!!!#💜💜💜

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equallyshaw · 2 years

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𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔶𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔧𝔬𝔰𝔱

Warnings: talks of trauma/ptsd, parents killed in car accident.

Word Count: 2.9 k

also it's 2019-2020 here. got her license in 2019, dont mind the mask. also, she is nameless. an oc without a name.

Sour Masterlist.

Tyson is interchanging between you and he, in this.

Happy New Years!! Hope you guys had a wonderful evening, wish all the best this new year :)

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I got my driver's license last week

Just like we always talked about

'Cause you were so excited for me

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We met at a Gabe's christmas party, in 2016. I knew Mel from my older sister, they both worked in the same industry. At 18 years old, I still hadn't learned how to drive due to a car accident when I was a kid. I remember I admitted that after we had spent the night with one another two months after we had been talking. You smiled at me, no amusement, no sarcasm or snort in sight. You genuinely, wanted to teach me how to drive and I remember blushing like a fool, and happy tears brim my eyes. Nobody had ever offered, besides my sister.

The very next time we hanged out, on a sunny April afternoon, you smiled and somehow got me to get in that damn drivers seat. I remember having an anxiety attack, I began to shake and cry. With flashbacks of that horrible accident, with me in the backseat. You instantly jumped out of the car, opened the driver's car and kneeled down next to me. Your hands found mine, then set a hand on my knee. Comforting me as much as you could, not knowing or understanding how I felt. You wiped my tears away, giving me a small comforting smile. I frowned then, my lips quivering. You shushed me, bringing my hands up to your mouth and giving them a kiss. You promised me you were there, and that you'd always be. A few minutes later, you hopped back into the passenger seat and told me that I could do this, even if I went less than ten miles an hour in this abandoned parking lot. Somehow, someway I actually drove. Afterwards we got froyo, and I still remember the absolute horrible stomach ache you got. We barely made it to my aunt's house, a few block's drive. You came out of the washroom, and instantly placed your hands on my cheeks, giving me a huge kiss. I remember smiling, and wrapping my hands around yours. We parted, and you told me right then and there. "There is no chance in hell baby you're not getting your permit now!" You playfully joked, and then we marched down to the DMV.

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And you're with that blonde girl

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September rolled around, and so did training camp. You weren't at the DMV like you had promised you'd be. You promised that you were going to fly out a week early just to come with me and be there. Yet, you were not. Then I drove down to downtown Denver, to spend a day in the city shopping before class and I saw you. And I saw her. I swallowed the tears that began to form, before I turned around and out of that coffee shop. Im certain, you noticed my hair as I whipped around.

⊹

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

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We were together from Feburary of that year, and seemingly broke up around the beginning of August, though I had no idea. You forgot to mention that part, Ty. I think back to the times of no clarity, times where I felt like I was walking on egg shells. Feeling like I had to be somebody different, though I wasn't good enough. You forgot to remember or failed to realize, how in love I was. But you knew. You knew how I felt, confessing the same exact thing to me. How did that change? How did I not become enough? It took me a few months to finally feel like I could breathe, without feeling guilty. It always felt like one step forward and three steps back. It was like I was the love of your life, then I wasn't.

It made me angry. How could you simply discard me? Was I know longer enough for you? You toyed with me for some time, got bored and dumped me without telling me? Or were we never what I thought we were? Gabe and Mel tried their hardest to be there for me, but you were his teammate; so he could only be there so much for me. Mel didn't understand and her and my sister would have conversations here and there. You Tyson, just didn't seem like the type to do that. Though, here we are. I just don't see how you could be ok with your best friend to slip away like that, or was I never your best friend?

⊹

And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

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I knew around Feburary, a year from when we started to date; everybody was tired about hearing him. How I would sometimes see him around town with that blonde girl. I knew they were tired hearing of how much I missed you. Though, they'd never understand. Mel and Gabe would never understand where I would come from. I felt sorry for them, that they'd never see that kid like freedom and kid like spontaneity from him. He'd always have to feel like he had to be 'on' around them, in order to be taken seriously.

They'd never know of him showing up to my sister's house at 9 am on a Sunday with coffee and a donut from the bakey down the street. Or the random brunch dates he would drag me to. Though, I always wanted to go. Free coffee, wouldn't you go? I took a gap year between my senior year of highschool and college, and that year was spent intandem with him. We would stay up to late talking with morning walks with coffee, and my sister and I's dog. We would run off to the zoo every so often, or to the Denver art museum, or one time we went to Breckenridge to ski and snowbaord. Though middway through, he found me in the lobby doing an 'Après-ski' but with hot coco and a croissant. He smiled at me, before giggling as he sat down in front of me at the coffee bar. Nobody knew the real Tyson, that so very few understood and witnessed. Despite, him dropping me like I was nothing; I'll be forever grateful for that time of freedom and childlike bliss with him.

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I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you

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Once I got my license, I used to drive to Mel and Gabe's a lot in order to babysit them. You and a teammate named Jt, moved into a townhouse near them and sometimes I'd take the long way to go past; always to see if you were home. I sometimes drive past the zoo, the museums, the canal where we cayaked, the coffee shops and places where we had brunch dates. The bowling alley where some teammbonding and better halves dates happened. There are some days that I just end up at a place, without thinking. Once I park, or catch the street signs; I then realize where im at. Then head home or someplace else. I still love you Ty, and unfortunetly I can't fucking stop. Im afraid I never will.

⊹

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

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There were SO many times we got stuck in traffic, where some of our deepest and most revealing conversations happened. Where some of our fights happened, too. So many times I find myself in the passenger seat, hoping that when I looked over to my sister in the drive's seat, it'd somehow be you. And vice versa. Before we started dating, and right after we met you wanted to take me to see the christmas lights around the city. On the 22nd before you left for home in BC. I smiled shyly, and nodded at the christmas party. We drove around the suburbs, looking at the lights before making our way towards the city. We got stuck in traffic ten minutes away from the zoo lights, and for the first time in my life, I felt incredibly connected to somebody my age.

After my parents died in the car accident, with me in the back seat; I always had trouble connecting with those around me because nobody understood what it was like going through something so life changing and horrific. So I kept to myself, especially the four years after. I finally made two friends, but other than that; I did not have anybody. Certaintly, no boy as a friend. You were my first friend guy friend, and that made me warm and fuzzy inside. In the most platonic and innocence way. I kept that hidden until late Feburary, and again no judgement or alternate thoughts came from you. You accepted that huge part of me, one that has forged a barrier between me and driving. Me and growing up as an adult, and moving on in life. I was always scared that when that happened, I'd be leaving a period of life, a chapter of life that my parents were not apart of. I was 14 when they died, and told myself I'd never drive in my lifetime. Then you came along. And while we sat in that traffic, as I struggled to hold it together, you made me laugh. You told me about growing up in BC, playing hockey, your little sister. Everything. How you were lucky to have JT through all of this, and that he was your bestfriend after only meeting him at training camp. For one of the first time's after the accident, I felt safe in a car. And it was because of you.

I reached out to you when the Pandemic began in March 2020, over a year since we had first met. Only seven months after you and I stopped talking, well you stopped talking. I simply just wanted to make sure you were safe, and to see how you were doing without hockey. I thought that you weren't gonna respond, then a crisp 2 minutes later you did. You told me how you were doing, how lonely you were feeling a week into being alone in the townhouse while JT went home to Chicago with his girlfriend. How upset that you were not able to secure a plane ride home to BC. And that you missed me. I remember pausing once that single message came in, and rereading it over and over again. I wouldn't cave though. He didn't deserve for me to cave. So I simply stated, 'me too.' And I left you on read for two more weeks.

After three weeks altogether, I got a facetime from you around 2 am Mountain time and you were having your first anxiety attack. I remember my heart beating out of my chest, not know what to do over the phone. Once you calmed down after about 10 minutes on facetime, you looked me in the eyes and apologized. Apologized for not only dropping me but how you treated me sometimes in our relationship. I nodded, thanking you. Yet, not givig him much to draw on. I again reiterated that I wished you the best, and hung up. I deleted out messages that sat at the bottom of my conversations list. I blocked your number, sighing a breath of relief. I needed that closure without realizing it.

Yet, he'd always be there with a thorn. You'd always have a sore spot in my heart but with a warning sign. Because you promised to be there, after everything we went through and how long it took me to get to said place; and you weren't there. Did you even love me, like I loved you?

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@herusername: got my license baby !!!!!

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@mel.landeskog: so proud of you honey!!!!

@sistersusername: so stinking proud of you. Mom and dad would be too🤍

@gabelandeskog: heck yes!!!! Got a new chauffeur now

@herusername: boy bye

@mel.landeskog: my (soul) sister got her licenses today. Never been so proud before, you’re gonna me an amazing aunt. I just know it. Also, a babysitter ;)

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@herusername: ahhh love u. Can’t wait to meet baby landeskog !!!

@bigh0rny: congrats little one 👊🏻

@tysonbarrie: congrats !!

@ryanoreilly: yay!

@natemackinnon: awesome party, why wasn’t I invited??

@bigh0rny: I would like to know why I wasn’t either

@sistersusername: best hype squad in the world

@mel.landeskog: totally !!

@vanessamorgan: ahh congrats baby girl!!!

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