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"A Weekend At Home" - Tom Bennett x Reader
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a/n: from a request for asian!reader with conservative parents and cocky tom... i kept reader's race vague but i hope you enjoy the request anon ❤️ read the sequel HERE
Summary: Tom gets jealous of you, his childhood friend, going on a date with someone else.
TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, playing house/mommy AND daddy k*nk, spit k*nk, tiddy succin, p in v s*x, overstim, oral f receiving, p*ssy slapping, f*ngering, unprotected s*x
Word Count: 3,750 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the World On Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Tom’s known you for more than half his life. You’ve lived in the same house right next door with your mother and father ever since your family moved in when the two of you were five years old. Despite your parents being quite conservative, they didn’t ever stop you from being friends with the Bennett boy, a fact which you’ve always been grateful for, as has Tom.
However, as you grow older, your parents grow a bit stricter, not wanting you to spend so much time with your old friend. You miss him, and of course, he misses you, but childhood friendships typically don’t last forever. So, you drift away from Tom while in secondary school, much to your chagrin. The two of you do continue to walk to school together, considering how closeby you live to each other, but there’s always a lingering sadness, a sense of melancholy at the loss of closeness between you two.
But that loss of closeness is something Tom intends to rectify quite soon.
You go off to university after completing secondary school, something Tom has absolutely no interest in. He misses seeing you every day, wanting nothing more than to talk with you again, walk with you like the two of you used to. He’s entirely elated when you come home for your summer holidays, practically running out his front door to greet you.
“Hi, Tom,” you greet him with a sweet smile.
He says your name, grinning, “It’s been a while. You look incredible,” he looks you over, eyes lingering a bit too long to be entirely appropriate, not that you notice.
You give him a quick smile, hanging your purse on your shoulder and walking toward town, “Thanks.”
He watches the effortless sway of your hips in that dress you wear, questioning, “Where are you off to, looking like that? A date?”
You roll your eyes as he walks beside you, “As if my father would let me date. He wants me to focus on school.”
“Smart man, your father is.”
Tom knows he’s just saying that for his own selfish reasons. He would be devastated if you were dating anyone other than him.
“I suppose,” you muse, turning the corner toward the bookstore, Tom still walking beside you.
“You do look absolutely gorgeous in that dress,” Tom says, bumping his shoulder against yours, causing you to give him a wry smile.
“Are you trying to chat me up, Tommy?”
Tom’s heartbeat quickens at your usage of his old nickname, causing him to grin at you, raising his eyebrow as he replies, “Why? Is it working?”
You laugh softly, “Oh, Tom, you’re ridiculous. I’ll see you around, yeah?”
And you turn to walk into the bookstore. He lets out a sigh, knowing once again, his advances have not been taken seriously. His gaze lingers on your rear for a bit longer than it should before you disappear from view entirely. Tom rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm, shaking his head as he returns home.
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A few days later, Tom sees you in town again. You look gorgeous in your blue dress, he thinks, as he walks toward you, freezing when he sees you’re not alone. Why in the world are you with Ben from your schooldays? The two of you seem quite cozy, chatting with each other. Tom frowns before immediately plastering on a big, fake smile, walking over to you, hands in his pockets.
When he reaches you, he flashes you a lazy smile, wrapping an arm around your waist as he speaks, “Hey, you. Long time, no see.”
He nods at Ben, a cold look in his eyes that suggests he expects the other man to leave immediately.
“Tom,” you give him an amused smile, “We only spoke two days ago.”
“Well, it felt like an eternity without you,” he gives you a cheeky wink before nodding at Ben, “This fellow a friend of yours?”
You let out a sigh, “Come on, Tom, I know you remember Ben from school.”
“Ben?” Tom repeats the name, cocking his head to the side, lips upturned in a slightly condescending smile before he turns back to you, “Doesn’t ring a bell. You’ll have to forgive me. I get faces confused sometimes, since I only have eyes for you.”
You’d be lying if you said Tom’s flirting isn’t getting to you. But he’s your friend. And he always does this when any other boy shows even the slightest bit of interest in you. Tom’s hand slides down to your hip as he pulls you closer to him, a boyish grin playing on his lips.
“Tom,” you raise an eyebrow, “Don’t be an arse.”
“Oh, I’m being an arse?” he repeats, eyebrows raised, an incredulous expression on his face, “This tosser here is trying to chat you up right in front of me! How can you not see that?” Tom looks from you back to Ben with an annoyed look, “I think I’ve had just about enough of this little punk.”
You rest a hand on your friend’s chest, sighing impatiently, “Tom. Relax.”
“Relax?!” Tom’s voice is just a bit higher than usual, “Relax?!” his lips are pressed in a thin line, the jealousy he feels threatening to boil over, “This is how you react to another man trying to poach you? Trying to steal you under my very nose?”
“Poach me?” you question, entirely baffled, “Ben and I are just going to the cinema-”
“Just going to the cinema?!” Tom echoes, his brows flying into his hairline, “You’re going on a date with this punk?”
The thought of it causes his stomach to flip and churn, the heat rising in his face at the idea of you going on a date with someone who isn’t him.
“Yes, and?”
Tom is bewildered by the fact that you don’t seem to see a problem with this.
“Don’t you get it?” he frowns, “This guy has just swooped in and stolen you right out from under my nose!” Tom turns to you, a pained look in his eyes, as he questions, “Why? Why, when you know you could have me?”
You’re shocked into silence for a moment before you ask, “Wait, what?”
“What do you mean ‘what’?” Tom asks, sounding more than a bit irritated, “He’s poached you and he knows it! Look at that smug little smirk he has, the little scoundrel-”
“What in the world do you mean ‘poached me’?” you cry out, “We’re friends, Tom-”
“Are you being deliberately dense?” Tom snarks, crossing his arms, “You’re going on a date, he’s asked you out, clearly, and you’ve accepted. That’s poaching, that is! I’ll say it again, he’s swooped in-”
“No, I mean,” you step closer to Tom, your expression soft, causing him to calm slightly, “Tom, are you saying you have feelings for me?”
Tom freezes. Is it… Did you really not know? He sees your expression of genuine confusion and softens his voice as he speaks.
“I’ve been dropping hints for ages. I thought that much was obvious,” he looks down at the ground, feeling a bit shy now.
“I never knew,” you murmur, taking his hand in yours, “Oh, Tom, I have feelings for you too…”
Tom’s eyes widen in shock at your confession, a giddy, boyish glee taking him over as he asks, “Y-you do? Really?”
You gaze up into his eyes and nod, “Yes, I do.”
Tom stares at you for a moment, his look of shock slowly turning into a warm smile. He can’t quite believe his luck and it shows on his face. The girl of his dreams actually returning his feelings is just something he hadn’t dared hope for. He says your name quietly, reaching a hand out and placing it gently on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your soft skin.
“Tom,” you whisper softly before his lips press against yours.
Tom’s heart skips a beat as his lips touch yours. He holds you close and it feels like all of his wildest dreams have come true at once. Like he’s spent his entire life waiting for this very moment. When the two of you finally pull away for air, he holds your face in his hands as he stares into your eyes, a feeling he can’t even begin to describe filling him. You move your hands to rest them over his, smiling up at him gently. Tom stares at your face with awe, his heart pounding in his chest. Being kissed by you, touched by you, it’s all so intoxicating. He feels like he’s in heaven. He leans in closer to you, resting his forehead against yours as you stare into each other’s eyes.
The moment is broken when Ben clears his throat, causing the two of you to jolt apart. Tom feels his face flush slightly with embarrassment for a moment, but then he just feels annoyed at Ben for ruining the moment.
“What do you want?” he snaps, sounding irritable.
“Tommy,” you say softly, resting a hand against his chest, “It’s okay. Relax, love.”
He preens at the pet name, reveling in Ben’s frown before turning his focus to the other boy, “Say what you need to, I have to get back to my girlfriend here.”
Before Ben can say anything, you grab Tom’s hand, “You know, let’s just go, actually,” you say, pulling him away from Ben, heading down the street in the direction of the cinema.
“Yeah, alright, fine by me,” Tom says, giving one last glare at the other boy, allowing you to lead him away, “What was that all about anyway? The nerve of that guy, trying to get between us.”
“I wasn’t aware there was an us until today, you prat,” you bump your hip against his playfully.
“Well there is now, you beautiful little thing,” he winks, pecking you on the cheek as he wraps an arm around you, holding you close, “You’re mine now and I’m not letting go of you.”
You shake your head, barely holding back a laugh, “You’re an idiot. But I adore it.”
“I’m an idiot?” Tom questions, feigning offense, “How dare you! No one’s ever called me that before,” he jokes, giving you another kiss on the cheek before poking you in the ribs.
You yelp at the gesture, “Hey!”
“Did I get you?” he chuckles, looking down at you with a smile as you walk along.
He finds your reaction entirely adorable. You look like an upset little kitten, pouting and furrowing your brow, and he feels an irresistible urge to give you another poke, this time on the nose.  He leans down, his face getting closer to yours, eyes gleaming with mischief before he pokes your nose.
“Hey!” you whine, rubbing your nose.
“Aw, you’re such a little kitten,” he chuckles, poking you again, making ‘meowing’ noises just to annoy you, feeling like a young boy all over again.
“I am not!” you protest.
He continues with his teasing for a good few seconds longer, chuckling when you pout again, squirming away from him, “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t escape from me.”
Tom grabs you around the waist, tickling you, making you let out a shriek of laughter as you demand for him to let you go, which of course, he doesn’t, holding you close to him and spinning you around.
“You’re crazy,” you giggle.
“Crazy in love with you is what you mean,” Tom grins, placing you back on your feet, “C’mon, you know you love it.”
“I do,” you peck him on the nose, giggling as you scrunch up your nose when he pokes you again.
“You’re so damn cute,” Tom says, grinning like an idiot, getting lost in your eyes as the two of you stand in line to buy your tickets. 
He can’t believe he’s here, holding you like this. And his jaw nearly drops when you speak.
“You know, my parents are gone for the weekend. I have the house to myself. We could always skip the cinema.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” he says, raising his eyebrows, “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, you know all those games we used to play as kids,” you hum, walking past him, “Playing doctor. Playing house…”
“Well, we could play those again,” Tom says, a twinkle in his eye.
He knows exactly what you’re implying and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. Your little hum sends a shiver down his spine and all he wants is to be alone with you.
“You remember?” you tease, “You used to pretend to be the daddy and I’d be the mommy.”
“Maybe I could play the Daddy again,” Tom smirks, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you in closer to him, “What do you say?” he questions, leaning down so that he’s looking into your eyes.
You simply take him by the hand, leading him toward your house. Tom is quite happy to be pulled along, enjoying your boldness, leaning in closer as you walk along, pulling you close.
“Is this going to be the start of a whole weekend together?” he asks, excitement evident in his voice.
“Maybe,” you hum, giving him a cheeky grin.
“Maybe?” Tom repeats, imitating you, grinning, “You know you want it, you little tease.”
“Do I?”
“You definitely do,” Tom replies, his voice low in his chest as he winks.
You start unlocking the door before grinning to yourself, turning toward Tom, “I have an idea. Give me five minutes then come inside, yeah?”
“Oh, you’ve got a plan, have you?” he grins mischievously, before nodding.
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When he enters your home five minutes later, his jaw drops when he sees you, having freshened up and changed into a slightly more form-fitting dress that shows off your curves, an apron placed on top, your hair half up half down, and red lipstick adorning that pretty mouth, along with a set of pearls he can only assume you nicked from your mother.
“Oh, Tom, darling, you’re home,” you cry out with exaggerated excitement, running up to him and embracing him.
“H-hello, my darling,” he grins, leaning into the little scenario you’ve concocted.
“How was work, Tommy? Are you awfully tired? I just put the kids down for a nap, let me take care of you now,” you coo, committing to the bit and fussing over him.
“Oh, they’ve worked me to the bone today,” he sighs, “I’m absolutely knackered.”
“Oh, my poor poor Tom,” you hum, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you suggest, “How about I give you a nice massage, hm?”
“That sounds like absolute heaven,” he bites his bottom lip, letting his imagination run wild, a grin spreading across his face.
You lead him to your room, prompting him to bite back a laugh that you’re still too scared to sneak into your parents’ room despite how bold you’ve been all day. He follows you in and lays on your bed, face down, waiting to see what you do next. He feels you crawl over him and straddle his back as you begin rubbing his shoulders. The sensation of the massage is incredible, but the feeling of you straddling him is even more exciting. He can feel your body heat against him, his heartbeat growing faster.
“Feels so good,” he groans as you rub his back, “Don’t stop…”
“You like that, Tommy?” you coo in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.
Tom groans once more, feeling himself grow harder than he already is if possible, his whole body tingling with excitement as he mumbles, “I like it a lot.”
He then rolls over to lay on his back, gazing up at you with a smirk. You slowly undo the buttons on his shirt while his large hands move to grasp at the flesh of your thighs, kneading it, earning a soft gasp from you. He tosses his shirt aside, his body trembling with anticipation as he helps you out of your dress, admiring your bare body, on display for him.
“I like this version of playing house,” you giggle.
“Mmm, me too,” he smirks, “Now does Daddy need to take care of Mommy? She’s been so sweet for him.”
“Please, Daddy,” you smirk back, gasping slightly as he flips the two of you over so that he’s on top, his hands moving to cup your breasts, squeezing them in his hands before he presses a kiss just below your navel.
You gasp out his name when he trails his fingers along your core, already wet for him to his delight, but you whimper when he lands a light slap against it, the sting making you feel even more aroused, “No. Not Tom. What are you supposed to call me?”
When your answer doesn’t come fast enough for his liking, he gives you another quick slap, prompting you to cry out, “Daddy…”
“That’s right,” he smirks, positioning his face between your legs.
You gasp slightly when you feel him spit on your core, the sensation being strange but not entirely unpleasant. And then, he begins lapping at your folds. You throw your head back against the bed, thrashing against it while Tom holds your thighs apart, preventing you from forcing him out. He moves his face side to side, mouthing at your cunt excitedly, the low moans that escape from his lips vibrating against your skin. He nuzzles his nose against your pearl, loving the little mewls you let out when he does so. The wet slurping noises he makes are borderline obscene, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when his blue eyes stare up at you, locked on yours as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. 
When you do spill yourself against his lips, he doesn’t stop, rather he shifts his focus to your pearl, suckling at it, moving his tongue against it while he pushes two long fingers inside you. You cry out with pleasure, hands grasping at the sheets as you writhe against him, his fingers curved as they pump in and out of you with expert ease. You think it’s almost too much when he finds that spongy spot inside of you and begins focusing his attention on it, fingers stroking against it over and over, until suddenly, you’re falling over the edge again, cries of “Daddy” falling from your lips almost like a prayer..
Tom removes his fingers from you, pressing them against your lips, “Lick them clean for Daddy.”
You do as he says, parting your lips, your tongue swirling around his digits as you taste yourself on him. He smirks at the way your eyes flutter shut, pulling his fingers away and grasping your chin, demanding you keep your mouth open. You gasp when he spits into your mouth, the idea of it being both humiliating and exciting. Tom demands that you swallow his spit, smirking at you as you obey his command.
Tom moves off of you for a moment to rid himself of his trousers, revealing his girthy length to you, making you gasp, wondering how he’s going to fit inside you. Tom moves back between your legs, giving himself one long, languid stroke before sheathing himself inside you. And God, he fills you up so fucking perfectly that you don’t know what to say. All you can do is lay back as he pulls out and slams back into you again, causing you to cry out.
“Such a perfect little cunt for me,” he hisses, his hand finding its way to your throat, squeezing slightly, “And all for Daddy, right?”
“Yes,” you gasp hoarsely, loving the feeling of his hand around your neck, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts with your own movements, crying out as he manages to hit your sweet spot once more, “Oh my God, Daddy, right there!”
Tom smirks, increasing his pace, his mouth finding one of your nipples, suckling at it before moving to the other, “Fuck, Mommy, such a perfect little wife for me.”
“Just for you,” you manage to eke out as he continues slamming into you, over and over, each thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
You feel the coil in your stomach begin to wind and before you know it, white hot pleasure overtakes you once more, but Tom is nowhere near finished. He fucks you through your climax, chasing his own, his hips stuttering slightly. He moves his thumb to circle at your pearl, the feeling sending your already overstimulated body closer and closer to another peak. This time, you reach it together and he collapses against you, entirely satisfied with himself for what he’s done. He tangles his legs with yours, bringing your head to rest on his chest, his hand stroking your hair.
“That was amazing,” he murmurs breathlessly.
“Yeah,” you respond, your fingers tracing shapes on his bare chest, “Reckon I’d make a pretty good housewife.”
“You’d make a damn fantastic housewife,” he smirks, “Not for a while though. I know you’ve got uni to finish up. But after that.”
“Is this you saying you’re going to propose after one day of going steady?” you tease playfully.
“I’ve always known I was going to marry you,” Tom shrugs as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, “Ever since I was five and you moved in next door.”
“After uni,” you affirm, pressing a kiss to his chest, just over where you can feel his heartbeat.
“I love you,” Tom murmurs, moving to face you, the two of you holding each other tightly, “You know that, yeah?”
“I love you too, Tom,” you say, pressing your lips to his in a soft, tender kiss.
After a few moments, you feel Tom growing hard against your thigh again as he speaks, “You know, we didn’t quite get around to playing doctor, did we?”
“We did not,” you giggle as he moves to lay on top of you, kissing your neck.
“You have some very strange symptoms. Temperature soaring, all flushed, heart racing,” he smirks, murmuring against your skin, “And you seem to be craving the touch of a certain someone.”
“Oh, Doctor Bennett, won’t you please help me?” you bat your lashes at Tom, biting your lower lip.
“It’s a dangerous condition, this one,” he grins, “I believe there’s a certain treatment that can help but it’s quite rough.”
“Oh, I’ll do anything to get better.”
“Then the doctor’s here,” Tom smirks.
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Way back in 2014, 17-year-old me saw the above text post about diverse fairytales and loved it so much I decided to draw them all. Very recently the post picked up some speed, and as proud as I still am of my teen-self for the hard work that went into them, I decided they needed a redo!
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dibidibifiction · 3 years
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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 9
WARNING: smut; foul language 
Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.9k (1.1k without the smut)
Writer’s note: If you’re not comfortable with smut, it’s okay to skip it. I put an asterisk mark on where it starts.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.
masterlist Chapter 8 
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As I now get irritated by Kibum and Jonghyun smooching off each others’ mouths, I watch Minho gather with my dad and some other guy I’ve hardly seen before. Must be one of his patients. 
By the second I walk towards them, Minho is already by himself, his eyes to the floor, unblinking. 
“Who was that?” I ask him.
“Your dad just introduced me to one of his patients,” he tells me. And there it is again, his obvious forced smile.
“Hey, do you want to go for a walk outside for a bit?” I suggest. “And we can get my mom’s vases on our way back.”
“Sure,” for some reason his smile becomes natural. He’s probably relieved that he’s catching a break from this crowd for a moment.
We step out the front door as the cold wind welcomes us. We walk our way to Minho’s car parked not far from here.
“Your parents are nice, kind of misleading from what you said earlier about them,” he starts while we walk.
When I least expect it, he interlocks his fingers with mine.
I can feel my temples starting to sweat, but I have to act cool. “Uh, y-yeah. They didn’t use to be like that though. I don’t know what happened but, one day, before I graduated college, it seemed like they just magically changed and told me to do whatever I want in life and just be happy.”
Minho laughs with his deep sexy, manly voice. 
“How are you holding up?” I ask him after a few seconds of silence.
“I’m feeling better now,” he smiles as he puts his head down. “Thanks to you,” he then stares into my eyes.
My heart begins to jump as if trying to escape my ribs. His eyes are all I see now. His big beautiful dark brown eyes that reflect in the moonlight. The second I feel hot and realize that I’m staring back at him, I blink quickly and look down to break eye contact. 
But Minho’s eyes do not leave me. He draws forward closer to me, making me back up until I reach his car behind me. He pulls me onto his body by my waist, then leans in for his lips to touch mine.
My stomach twists this very moment. I’m having trouble believing that his sweet soft lips are now on mine instead of the other way around. And more importantly, no one is drunk. 
This night couldn’t be more perfect.
. . .
It is now deeper into the night and the last thing I remember was waving our goodbyes to my parents, Kibum and Jonghyun Oppa while getting in the car with Minho to drive back home. 
But then, gradually, the space around me becomes claustrophobic. Why do I find myself in some kind of container? I start to hear the sound of hissing drills and loud cries. I feel the excruciating pain from the insides of my flank. 
I try to scream for help but my voice comes out mute. The pain on my side intensifies the more I try to scream. I attempt to shake my body but it feels pinned still. Somebody grabs me by my arms and their grasp starts to tighten more and more like it’s going to break-
“Y/n!”
I gasp awake. Trembling. Catching my breath.
Minho is cupping my face in his hands. He seems disturbed and shocked.
After fear has struck me again, followed by a rush of relief so rapidly, my world starts to spin. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed and feel the urge to cry. 
So I do. Hard. Burying my face into Minho’s embrace.
“It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay,” he says softly as he consoles me, stroking my hair very lightly.
Minutes have passed and I’m still in Minho’s arms. He seems to have fallen asleep while we’re still in the car. 
I feel the guilt nibbling my guts for tiring him so much. 
“Minho?” I call out very softly.
He snorts awake, startled. “Are you okay?”
I can’t help but laugh a little because he is so fucking cute. “I’m fine. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, don’t,” he touches my face again. “I want you to be okay.”
I decided to let Minho stay over at my apartment for the night. He must be too exhausted to drive home since we had such a long day.
I walk into the living room closet to put out sheets and pillows for him but the shelf is too high for my tiny little limbs to reach. When I almost lose my balance, Minho catches me from behind.
“Be careful,” he says, helping me stand back up.
I suddenly feel hot out of embarrassment so I turn away from him. “Can you please get those down?” I point to the pillows and comforter at the top shelf.
Without looking back, I quickly run to the bathroom and face the mirror.
“Get your shit together, Y/n!” I whisper to myself. 
I sigh at my reflection. I then brush my teeth and wash up for bed.
After a few minutes of a calming hot shower, I now wrap myself into my bathrobe. When I turn the knob and pull open the door, I get flabbergasted by Minho’s chest almost smashing my nose. I look up at him and I find myself stuttering, having no idea what to say. 
“Sorry, I thought you’re already in your room,” he says, his face looking down at mine, confused and astounded.
Because I’m starting to panic and don’t know what to do, I just go with my instincts, rush to my bedroom, and slam the door behind me. 
After eventually trying to catch my breath, I change into my pajamas. I then approach the door and put my ear against it, trying to figure out if Minho is already sleeping.
When I don’t hear anything, I pull the door open to reveal him with his fist in front of him, about to knock.
Time stops for us for who knows how long as we stare at each other, he takes one step towards me, then I bring myself forward to him. Before I realize it, we now crash our lips together. 
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I find myself in a moment that I never thought would happen this soon but still, deep inside, I was hoping it would. A rush of chill streams through my veins and my legs grow weak. I almost fall in toward him.
Minho opens his mouth to let his tongue find mine as I help him remove his jacket. With my arms now wrapped around his neck, he touches my lower back to inch me closer. Now my crotch is touching his hard-on. 
His one hand then cups my cheek to push my face back slightly in order to catch some air, his thumb on my lower lip. When I open my eyes to look at him, his are closed. 
He pulls me in again for a longer kiss. This time, it feels hotter and more exciting as our hungry mouths become sloppier together. 
He then starts to move forward into my bedroom to make me motion backward until we reach the bed. He pulls away for a second, opens his eyes, and stares at me with those greedy lustful eyes. I can almost hear him say, “I hope you’re ready for this” under his fast breaths. 
He leans in for one more taste before he seizes my legs apart with his strong hands that make me crash onto the mattress. He drags me to the center of the bed while continuing to kiss me and proceeds on top of me. He sinks himself into me as he starts to suck on my neck, immediately hitting just the right spot. I open my mouth for stunned pleasure. He now switches from his lips to his teeth and tongue.
“Minho,” I let out a moan. It makes his lips crawl down to my collarbone. My mouth begins to dry from breathing so quickly and so deeply. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, sit up to pull it off his arms, and throw it to the floor. 
Here, on top of me, uncovers Minho’s brawny alluring chest and his prominent seductive abs. I forget to breathe for a second. I admire his bare upper body. Now I’m afraid of what’s going to happen to me once his overall body unfolds before me. 
I try to find the first button of my pajama top to get it undone when Minho grabs my hand and stops me.
“Let me undress you,” he says, his voice growing husky.
He leans forward to carry on kissing me while starts to unbutton my shirt. He grasps me by the shoulders and sits me up to completely strip my top off. Then pushes me back down gently. 
His hand makes its way to my crotch, making me moan again. He hooks his fingers through the garter of my bottoms and pulls them down. He crawls back up to meet my eyes as his fingers find my clit and all the way down to my hole over my underwear, motioning them circularly, making me almost faint when he applies more pressure. 
“Holy fuck, you’re soaking,” he groans. 
He then almost hurriedly climbs off the bed to strip all his bottoms and reveal his muscled-up legs and already hardened manhood. 
Fuck, this is it! This is how I’m going to die.
He reaches out to remove my panties. I observe him tower over me, touch his abs in worship as two of his fingers insert in and out of the crest of my waterfall. 
I accidentally let out a loud cry as the hot sensation intensifies. He then settles on top of me, looks into my eyes, and lets me watch him bring his fingers to his lips and sucks on them. 
He holds the end of his cock against my entrance and starts pushing in, filling up my hole all the way up to my spot. He slides in and out of me so effortlessly because he already got me wet ever since the closet, but I can still feel every inch of his length and thickness. 
I can’t help but gasp as he is starting to thrust harder, and eventually, faster. Just as when I thought I could already die like this, he grunts at me with his face turning red as he shivers with lust, grabbing my thighs for more grip while he carries on slamming his hips against me repeatedly. Although he is panting, his pace is so quick and tough that I can hardly keep up.
Tears begin to form from my eyes for I am close to my climax. I’m whimpering for the unbelievable pleasure I’m receiving with him nailing my g-spot, together with the view of his firm movement and his body glistening with sweat in between my legs. 
“Oh, God, Minho!” My scream is high and loud. I’m coming. “Fuck, I’m-”
I shake into paradise. 
But Minho doesn’t even flinch from sustaining his pace. I’m already dead but he still continues to kill me. His moan grows louder. 
He then stops, looks to the heavens and takes out his dick to let his head burst with his cum just below my belly button. And now lets out a long warm sigh from inhaling too much.
He pants deeply as he touches my forehead with his. Still shaking, he kisses me one more time on the lips. “God, you’re amazing,” he says under his breath. Then crashing onto the empty space next to me.
Chapter 10
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angelsfwrites · 4 years
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TEETH | CHAPTER ONE
DISCLAIMER: 
This is a Kylo Ren/Reader fanfiction !
This story takes place after THE LAST JEDI. For the sake of the plot line, RISE OF SYKWALKER never happened.
This story will feature: knife play, blood play, choking, spitting, slapping, face fucking, inappropiate use of the force, orgasm control/denial, consensual non-consent, bondage, spanking, dom kylo, sub reader, dom reader, sub kylo, humiliation, voyerism, breath play, sadomasochism, inappropriate use of a lightsaber, inappropriate use of dental tools, use of sex toys, weapon play, explicit sex scenes, graphic violence, abuse, and manipulation. This will be a very dark, disturbing story. Please do not read if you are triggered or offended by anything in this story.
Remember these kinks are safe to practice with the FULL consent of you and your partner ! I do not condone nor encourage abusive relationships. If you are struggling to escape one or feel trapped in one, I urge you to seek help or call  1-800-799-7233.
I do not own any Star Wars characters, nor do I own the Star Wars' plotline! The only thing that I claim rights to is this storyline and character!
Enjoy !
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SUMMARY:
You were hired by the First Order as one of the very first dentists on the Finalizer. You knew it was a risky job to take, especially after the fall of Snoke and the last Jedi, Rey. However, you intended to just do your job and stay out of everyone's way. As time goes on, doing your job becomes increasingly harder as you catch the eye of the new Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren. You find yourself pulled into his web of manipulation as you yearn to discover the man behind the monster.
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CHAPTER ONE:
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WARNINGS: Some language ! Please, read with caution !
YOU took a deep breath in through your nose as your boots hit the polished floor of the Finalizer.  Everything was so sleek and clean, but you hadn't really expected anything less from the First Order. You'd imagined that the docking bay would be void of color, but you were surprised by the pops of red you found around the ship, even if they were few and far between. Being here was very different from your vibrant home planet, Naboo. You'd surely miss the sunsets and sunrises.
You'd been pulled from your daze as you heard your name called; you turned to face two stormtroopers. Every soldier here was the same: white suit, body completely covered, and blasters in hand. You knew that they were just disposable, but your curiosity was spiked at the thought of an actual person being under all of that.
"Ma'am, we're here to escort you to the medical wing where your office will be." The one on the right had said in a very deep, robot-like voice.
"Damn, being here is going to be such a bitch if they all sound like that. Not to mention I don't even get to see any of their faces," You'd thought to yourself as you allowed them to step in front of you.
The left one extended his arm in front of his armor-clad body and spoke, "If you'll just follow us, you can set up your office."
You blinked as you tried to figure out where his eyes would be placed underneath his dark visor, "Of course, let me just grab my things."
You bent your knees to reach beside you where your bag with all your dental tools was set. You let out a sigh as you heaved the bag up to your side. Surprisingly, all the tools jam-packed together were extremely heavy, even though many of them looked feather-light. The troopers waited in front of you as you situated the weight of the bag in your right hand.
You nodded your head curtly at them, "I'm ready when you are, Gentleman." At least you hoped they were gentlemen, the First Order didn't seem like a place that allowed women to be in a position of power. You'd been extremely surprised you'd gotten this job, even though you had been one of the best trainees at the academy.
Your boots echoed against the walls of a nearly empty hallway as you looked around once again. Unsurprisingly, there was much less color to be found outside of the docking bay; the pops of red began to become almost nonexistent as you made your way to the medical wing. Though this didn't seem like a very happy, go-lucky place, would it really kill them to decorate a little?
The two troopers in front of you took a sharp turn to their right and you were caught off guard. You huffed and quickly corrected your direction to continue following them. Everything they did, down to walking, was completely composed and ordered. It was so strange, watching bonafide killing machines walk in such a composed way. The people of Naboo had been completely different. While they all held a certain grace to their gait, there was still personality to be found in each and every one of them. These armor-clad people were devoid of it all.
Few people lingered in the hallway you three were walking down, but most of the ones who did weren't wearing any stupid-looking helmets. "Thank God, some of these people have faces. I don't know how they expect me to treat them if I can't see their mouths." You'd been concerned about that since you heard where you would be stationed. You knew that no working stormtroopers were able to remove their helmets outside of their quarters.
You hadn't known much about the First Order, just that they'd come into complete power since the Jedi were wiped out. The fall of Starkiller had almost completely crippled them, but somehow they were able to pull themselves out of it. You guessed it had something to do with the man in the mask, Supreme Leader Ren. There had been rumors that had floated through the Galaxy about him killing his mentor and Supreme Leader, Snoke, as well as Rey, the Last Jedi. She had helped him defeat Snoke's guards and in return, he offered her his hand. When she had refused, Ren had struck her down where she stood. You didn't know how true these rumors were, but by the looks of everything, you certainly wouldn't be surprised to find Commander Ren behind it all. He seems like he has more than a few screws loose.
The stormtroopers had stopped in front of you while you were lost in thought and you accidentally collided with the hard backs of both of them. You yelped and quickly backed away and righted yourself.
You stuttered as your nerves kicked in, "I'm so sorry, I really wasn't paying attention to my surroundings at all!"
You heard what you could've sworn was a huff of quiet laughter coming from one of them, "That's quite alright, ma'am. No harm was done."
A blush rose to the tops of your cheeks as you clasped your hands behind you back, "Still, I'm very sorry. I'll pay extreme attention to detail next time."
"Of course. Would you like to see your work area?"
A puzzled look crossed your face as you momentarily forgot that you were here to do a job, "Huh?"
"Your working quarters, ma'am?" One said as he knocked on the door behind him.
"Oh!" You exclaimed, "Of course, I'm being extremely forgetful right now."
Neither one spoke to you as they keyed in the code for the door and waited for it to slide open. You cussed under your breath, "Really? You've only just got here and you're already making a fool of yourself. Spectacular job."
You quickly followed them through the doors as you eyed the medical wing of the ship. The smell of heavy antiseptic and bleach reached your nose as you crossed the doorframe. The black floor gleamed under the harsh overhead lights as you winced. It was so surprisingly bright in here.
You could see nurses and doctors bustling in and out of patient rooms holding clipboards and medicine. They must do individual rooms for privacy reasons, especially since no stormtrooper is able to remove their helmets.
You stopped a short distance behind your two escorts with a sigh of relief, "Thank fuck I didn't run into them again."
Your relief was cut short as one turned and spoke up, "This is where all your appointments will take place. A higher up will be here tomorrow morning at 0600 to inform you of the rules that pertain to your job." You nodded along as the other one quickly keyed in the password for the door. "The key code is 55784, do not forget that."
"55784, you'd have to repeat that in your head continuously and write it down once you reached your room in order to remember that," That very thought panicked you to no end. You really didn't want to forget that code and you certainly didn't want to find out what happened when you told someone you'd forgotten that code. They didn't seem like the friendly, forgiving type here.
You sucked in a quick breath as the doors opened and the troopers parted for you to enter. Everything was painted in a sleek shade of black and extremely polished and clean. You saw all your expensive dental equipment gathered around a black, leather chair. It all looked to be of high quality and especially expensive. You didn't know why you were so shocked that everything looked so high end, considering your employer, but it still caught you off guard somehow.
You walked over to a black, steel sliding tray and quickly set your bag of tools down on it. You guessed you'd have more time to unpack tomorrow after you were informed of every meticulous rule you had to follow aboard the Finalizer.
Behind you, a mechanical throat cleared and you turned your head, "We'd like to escort you to your quarters now."
Your hands left your worn bag as you turned on your heel to follow. As you stepped back into the main medical wing, that door automatically whizzed shut behind you, closing your equipment behind it in a tight seal. The soldiers in front of you began to promptly exit the wing as you followed suit behind them. The sooner you reached your private quarters, the better.
The door to the medical wing quickly shut after you crossed the threshold, locking secrets tightly behind them, away from prying eyes. You followed your escorts down a short hallway to the left and stopped at a tall, black door.
"This will be your private quarters; you have free reign in here, but remember the rules still apply behind closed doors too." You gulped down the stomach acid that rose in your throat at that sentence. "Dear God, what is this place?"
You nodded your head sharply at those words as an eerie feeling settled itself in your stomach, "Will I need a code to enter as well?"
One trooper promptly nodded his head, "The entry code is 77898. Remember that and write it down."
They stepped aside to let you enter the code to your rooms. You wondered if it was going to be just as dark and dull as the rest of the ship was. Your hands shook slightly as you typed 77898 into the keypad next to the door. It flew open and startled you as a gust of wind blew your hair back.
"Remember at 0600 and an officer will be at your office to inform you of rules and guidelines, do not be late. We'll let you get settled in now."
You turned your front to them and nodded, "Thanks so much for the help."
They curtly turned on their feet and walked away from your room. "Really, not even a you're welcome," you frowned. Then again this was a cutthroat military base, you really shouldn't be surprised by their lack of manners.
You turned back to your open room and slowly walked in. The few items and clothes you had were delivered while you were shown your office. The room was dark and you sighed, silently hoping that the few pictures and knick-knacks you had could fix the atmosphere of your room.
There was a small dining room at the very entrance of the space. A dark, polished table sat in the very center, as well as two uncomfortable-looking chairs. You wondered why they had supplied you with two chairs as if you'd have company over any time soon.
A doorway was placed to the right of the table and you slowly walked through. You found a decent sized bedroom on the other side of it. A completely black bed sat in the very middle, encased by two nightstands with two dark lamps placed on top. You walked over and ran your hands over the bedding, it felt extremely comfy.
Placed on the table on the right side of the bed sat a glossy tablet. You picked it up and ran your hands over the top to find the power button. As it turned on a First Order logo popped up; you'd play with this more tomorrow after you got some sleep. You turned it off and set it back down on the table.
To the right of the small closet in the room was a door that you guessed led to the fresher. You ran your hands through your hair as you plopped down on the bed. You figured it was time to unpack a few items so you didn't have to do it later.
You made your way back out to the dining room and pulled open a box. Inside sat a few family pictures and a ratty stuffed porg. You carefully pulled the pictures out and made your way to the bedroom to display them on the bedside tables. Your eyes dampened at the sight of you and your sister lounging in the sun on one of the many grass fields found on Naboo. You knew this move wouldn't be easy, but you didn't expect to start missing your family immediately.
You dabbed under your eyes as you threw the porg on the bed, "Hopefully that'll bring me some damn comfort."
All your clothes were quickly hung up as you grabbed a plain shirt and cotton shorts to sleep in. You made your way into the fresher and quickly showered, knowing you'd have to be up at 0600 tomorrow morning. You dressed quickly and carefully brushed and flossed your teeth, after all, you were literally a dentist.
The door shut behind you as you made your way back to the big bed. Your legs slid under the covers as you laid your body down on the cold, crisp sheets. You rearranged your pillows to be smack dab in the middle of the bed, exactly how you liked to sleep. No one was going to be keeping you company in bed anytime soon anyways.
You moved onto your stomach as both arms slid under the pillow and sighed. You couldn't seem to shake the feeling of danger hovering over you. It followed you off the landing ship and all throughout your tour. You know this was a dangerous place to be stuck, especially with Commander Ren completely running the show now. You'd have no means of escape if danger caught up to you and that very thought unsettled you further.
However, your eyes began to get heavier as time passed. While the eerie feeling hung over you like a cloud, so did thoughts of the mysterious Commander. You didn't want to run into the man, but thoughts of what could be lurking behind his mask lulled you into a restless sleep.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Thank you so much for giving this a read ! I’ll try to update regularly on Fridays/Saturdays ! Feedback is very much appreciated, I love knowing people’s thoughts on my work.
Just one more quick note: THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC ! Kylo’s going to be an asshole, like a serious asshole. Dark/mature themes will be features, so please read with CAUTION ! Please don’t read this if any of the themes make you uncomfortable.
As always, this is a work of FICTION ! 
- K :) ! 
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julia-highstorms · 5 years
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Closer: Part Two (Bryce x Rei (F!MC))
Summary: Bryce Lahela can't deny the growing affection he's been feeling to a certain medical intern...
Author’s note: We already know how Rei really feels about Bryce… but how the medical intern really feels about her? Read Part One here. My masterlist
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.
Song: Closer - Tegan and Sara
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bryce x F!MC (Rei Sato)
Word count: 2527
I want you close, I want you
I won't treat you like you're typical
He soon noticed the woman striding toward him.
It was becoming just impossible to not notice Rei Sato. Maybe it was her long, dark and purple hair. Or those brown innocent eyes that she had. Or that soft and so kissable mouth of hers.
The truth was that, before he even had realised it, Bryce Lahela’s eyes were instinctively searching for Rei through the crowd. It didn’t matter where he was, at the hospital, or out in the city. He was just always secretly hoping to meet her.
So yeah, his already elevated ego got a boost when he saw her coming toward his direction. Of course she was coming to talk to him. Even with Donahue's packed like that, he simply knew she was.
Bryce was fully aware that he wasn’t Rei’s only “secret admirer”. Jackie was a tough cookie, but she seemed to have a soft spot for Rei, always helping her roommate when she needed. The surgeon intern was a great observer and had noticed the way Jackie looked at Rei. It was similar to how Dr. Ethan Ramsey looked at his clearly favorite internal medicine intern, with fondness in his usually so serious and cold blue eyes. The new Director of Diagnostics had a tough and stoic facade and was known to be harsh with the interns. But Bryce noticed that the attendant had been gradually becoming more lenient towards Rei as they got... closer. He only saw the corners of Dr. Ramsey’s mouth turning upwards in an attempt of what was supposed to be a smile twice, and they both happened when the more experienced doctor was hurriedly talking to Rei about something, probably about her patients.
But she didn’t seem to notice Ramsey’s nor Jackie’s weaknesses towards herself. Bryce wasn’t sure if Rei’s naïveté was a good thing or not. The good part was that he wouldn’t need to worry much about competition - yes, even himself would feel threatened sometimes, especially by two people so smart and charming, on their own ways, like Dr. Jackie Varma and Dr. Ethan Ramsey -; but there was the risk of Rei not understanding that he was interested in her. So Bryce Lahela had to step up his game.
And that was part of why he flirted so blatantly with her. He wasn't ever sure if she would truly understand what he meant or not. If she understood that he was interested in her. Like, interested a lot.
But the fact that she was approaching him that night must have been a sign. Right?
“Are you sure you should be here, in the enemy’s headquarters?” - Bryce asked playfully, that signature smirk on his lips. - “I can feel Dr. Varma’s eyes shooting lasers through my back already.”
Rei just rolled her eyes to him, a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips, instantly feeling at ease by his presence. Although he and Jackie said those kind of things, she knew they shared a camaraderie and respected each other greatly.
“I just wanted to thank you. Uh, properly. For listening to me today. And all the other times.” - Rei completed, her cheeks flushing slightly. His grin widened.
“Glad to be at service. For someone who you medical interns claim to not have enough sympathy towards people, I’m a pretty damn good listener, ain’t I?” - she rolled her eyes again to his stupid and super sexy wink.
“You know, you’re more handsome with your mouth shut, Lahela.”
“Oh, so you find me handsome now?”
Of course he noticed that her face got another shade pinker under the neon lights of the bar, but he said nothing, just grinning pridefully to himself.
“You only hear what you want, don’t you?” - Rei murmured when she finally found her voice, and he laughed heartily.
"But you said you wanted to thank me… 'properly'?" - his eyes shined, a sly grin spreading on his face, as he leaned closer, one hand on the wall behind her.
“I… uh, yeah…” - she stuttered, her heart speeding up.
"And how do you intend to thank me?" - he asked suggestively, his eyes gazing to her lips.
"Uh..." - just kiss him. Yeah, go for it, just kiss him. No one will see. Nobody will care. You've already kissed him before. What's the big deal? Just kiss him! - "...I can buy you a drink?" - she asked instead.
Bryce hid his disappointment behind a relaxed grin.
"I'll never say no to free booze." - he winked at her again and they both headed towards the bar, his hand on the small of her back.
While Rei asked for their drinks to the barman, the surgical intern watched her, his thoughts drifting back to events that happened earlier that day.
Bryce was enjoying a little break after another successful surgery, when he saw Rei sneaking into a supply closet on the third floor. He knew instantly that something was off with her.
He knocked on the the supply closet's door and waited for an answer for a few seconds, but the answer never came. Without hesitation, he simply entered in there, even uninvited.
Rei didn't kick him out of there. In fact, she let him stay, next to her, and eventually told him what was upsetting her. They even had a moment, when the P.A. System’s voice suddenly echoed through the building, completely breaking the mood.
After checking that the message wasn't for neither of them, Rei relaxed again, sinking onto the floor next to him.
"Wow, you really are tense." - Bryce commented, watching her.
"Understatement of the century." - she took a deep breath, before muttering with a somber tone: - “I wouldn't be surprised if they were calling me because I misdiagnosed a patient."
"Hey, don't be like that--"
"It’s just so frustrating. I’ve thought that, as time passed, I’d be messing less on being a doctor. But it seems like the only thing I know to do is putting my patients on more danger than they already are.”
"I told you, Rei… you have to allow yourself to make mistakes--"
“I know." - she interrupted him again, gazing into his eyes. - "But I wonder if I’ll ever stop doing it." - he watched a frown surging on her pretty face. - "Will I ever be good enough? Will I ever be a good doctor?”
“You are good enough. If you weren’t, do you really think you’d be an Edenbrook Hospital’s intern? And you are a great doctor already, Rei. We’re always learning. Just because we’re close to be fully capable doctors who’ll save the world, it doesn’t mean that we’ll never make mistakes again. That we’ll save every single person that walks into this - or any - hospital. All we can do is do our best and I'm sure you're already doing it. I see how hard you work.”
She let out a snort.
"You don't even see me. I mean, you always are too busy, I don't know, cutting someone open."
Bryce pulled out, pretending to be offended.
"Is this what you think I do? I thought that, by now, your view on me would be better, Sato." - she giggled, feeling a bit better already, thanks to Bryce's words. And to his presence there. It was great being able to confide to him.
They both stood up, smoothing their uniforms.
"So, are you feeling better? Good to go?" - she nodded to him as he cracked the door open, letting light come into the room.
"Yeah. Thank you, Bryce." - he saw her cheeks flushing a little. - "You probably are getting tired of always having to listen to my dumb breakdowns." - to her distress, she had lost count on how many times he found her in a supply closet in that state.
He chuckled softly. If she only knew. Bryce was pretty sure it was simply impossible for him to get tired of her.
He really liked Rei Sato. He admired how so genuine she was. Admitting that she made mistakes was the hardest thing ever, and something that he would never do.
Rei was noble and a dreamer. And she was the only internal medicine intern that seemed to not judge him and call him a ‘bloodthirsty’ for choosing a more "in hands" - literally - job. Even with all those jokes, he knew she was just teasing him.
But she put so much pressure in herself, she couldn’t see how capable and brilliant she already was.
"I don't mind. We all need to let things out of our chests sometimes." - he said instead and she smiled sweetly at him, ready to step out of the supply closet. - "Wait, before you go..."
Rei had just turned to face him when he pulled her chin to his, leaving a quick but soft kiss on her lips.
When Bryce pulled out, the other doctor's face was bright red.
"Just for good luck." - he winked mischievously at her, before hurrying back to work, leaving a numb Rei behind.
"Bryce? Aren't you going to drink?" - the man snapped out of his thoughts by her voice. He looked down to the bar counter, noticing the untouched glass of some fruity drink in front of him. Rei was already drinking hers.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I just zoned out a bit." - he took a sip of his drink and smirked at her. - "I was thinking about that kiss we shared this morning."
Of course she blushed violently to it. She was adorable.
“You’re insufferable, Lahela.” - was everything she murmured at him, before going back to sip her drink.
They drank in silence, enjoying each other’s company and the upbeat songs that made the whole place shake.
“Hey… you want to dance?” - he asked when both their glasses were empty.
“I’d love to.” - she smiled sheepishly. He took her hand and gently guided her toward the dance floor, both of them squeezing between the dancing people.
Rei giggled softly as Bryce promptly started moving to the beat, and joined him, enjoying the catchy pop song that was playing, their eyes never leaving each other.
“What?” - he asked after she let a low groan as a calmer and more sensual song started playing.
“It’s just… I don’t know how to dance to this type of music.” - she murmured, embarrassedly rolling her eyes.
“Nonsense, it’s like dancing to any other song. There’s no right or wrong. But I can help you if you want…” - he stepped closer, grinning, and she felt his firm and warm hands on her waist, pulling her close enough to make her feel his heat through the fabric of his clothes. - “Just follow the music. Feel the beat.” - she nodded, his hands effortlessly guiding her hips along with the sensual rhythm. They swayed, their bodies pressed tightly close together.
Lost in each other, Rei threw her arms around his shoulders, absentmindedly biting her lip as her eyes moved to watch his lips, just inches from hers. Smirking and fully aware of what he was doing, Bryce pushed her away until the medical intern felt her back hitting the wall against her, letting out a surprised gasp as she felt his warm mouth on her neck, his hands gripping her firmly by her hips.
“Finally. This is right where I wanted you to be the whole night.” - his voice was low and husky into her ear.
“What, with my back against the wall?” - she murmured back at him, her heartbeat speeding up.
“And in my arms.” - he flashed that smirk of his to hers before leaning in.
Rei sighed when his mouth met hers, enjoying the sensation of his weight pinning her there, kissing her fiercely. She tightened the embrace around his neck, kissing back as hungry as him, both of them going completely oblivious to the people around and listening to the song playing only inside their heads.
He felt so drawn to her.
When they finally parted, a new energetic song was playing. They gazed into each other’s eyes, Rei feeling her mouth swollen and tingling.
“You’re amazing, Rei.” - he grinned at her, fondly stroking her cheek, and saw that silly smile spreading on her face.
“Careful. If you keep saying this, it might go all over my head.” - he chuckled and pecked her lips again.
“I know it won’t.” - reluctantly, he pulled away. - “You should go back to your friends before they accuse me of kidnapping you. You neglected them long enough this night.” - she giggled.
“Yeah, you might be right…”
“Jackie might even start getting jealous of me.” - he winked playfully at her, running his fingers through his hair. Rei rolled her eyes but assumed a worried expression right after.
“You know, I actually wanted to talk to you about this thing…” - he looked at her curiously. - “Uh… would you…” - he noticed her hands fidgeting anxiously. - “Uh…” - Deep breaths, Rei, count to three. One, two, three. Breath in. One, two, three. Breath out. Okay. - “I mean, uh, on Saturday night we’ll be throwing this housewarming party for our new apartment and…” - her face got hotter and hotter as she got more tongue tied. - “well, if you’d want to go, you’re more than welcome—”
“Do you want me to go, Rei?” - he asked, his famous smirk spreading on his face. Bryce Lahela had to bit back a laughter as he watched her face turning bright red, almost purple. Who would have thought that that walking nervous hot mess could be so demanding when kissing him back?
“I… Yeah… I mean, it would be nice! But if you can’t, I can totally understand and—” - the avalanche of words started coming out of her mouth. He chuckled softly.
“I’m sorry, Rei, I was just teasing you. I’d love to go, thank you for inviting me.” - he squeezed her shoulder affectionately and that gesture somehow seemed to relax her a bit.
“Oh okay, cool!” - her smile was so cute, Bryce had to control himself to not kiss her again.
Although they've known each other for a few weeks, he somehow knew Rei Sato well enough to know that there was a limit of how many times he could kiss or flirt with her per day without startling her. Things should go at her own pace.
...And he actually liked it and was willing to take things slower. He enjoyed her company and was figuring out how she worked. Things at work were already pretty hectic, they didn’t need to rush things up between them.
“Uh, if you want, you can invite the other surgical interns too.” - she completed.
“That’d be nice.” - he smiled brightly at her. - “Thanks.”
“Just don’t tell Jackie I told you this!” - he laughed loudly, throwing his head backwards.
“I won’t. Thanks for the invite, Rei. I’ll be there.” - he winked as his hand squeezed hers gently before letting it go.
“Okay. See you there then.” - she smiled coyly at him before going back to her booth, where her friends were, leaving them both with an exciting feeling.
They couldn't wait for the housewarming party!
All I wanna get is a little bit closer
All I wanna know is, can you come a little closer?
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evielynfic · 6 years
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PART ONE OF THE “RE” SERIES RATING: MA FANDOM(S): Teen Wolf PAIRING(S): Derek Hale/OC SUMMARY: Derek has been bitten by an unknown supernatural, so the pack has no choice but to lock him up in case the venom from the bite has adverse effects on him. Sophie stays with her best friend to keep an eye on him and keep him company. Sophie just thought her Friday night was going to be boring.
A/N: Hey, guys! Here is my latest story featuring Derek Hale. This is an idea I had one day that I couldn’t help but write. While the creature is not identified yet, you may be able to guess what it is. With that said, I’ve added my own twist to the creature, so it definitely has added traits to it to fit the plot more. Due to the nature of the plot, this story is definitely on the mature side.
While there is an original character, this can be read as an imagine. That was my idea when I initially started writing it, but I prefer to write in third person. I didn’t delve into Sophie’s character too deeply, so you can imagine her how you want to. I imagined her as being played by Nora Arnezeder if you would like a visual. Her age isn’t mentioned, but she’s a year or two younger than Derek. It’s set about a year after Season 3A, but Derek is still an Alpha.
Please excuse any errors because I’m sure there are plenty and this was not beta’d.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, nor any of the characters. All characters belong to Jeff Davis, except for Sophie, who belongs to me. This story contains mature and sexual content/situations, so read at your own risk.
Warnings: Dominant!Alpha Derek, lots of smut, and swearing. 
Restraint
"Come on, Soph."  
Sophie tuned out the pleading voice behind her, keeping her focus on the textbook on the table in front of her and the pencil in her hand. She had been sitting there in the same spot for nearly three hours, trying to complete her homework while she had nothing better to do except ignore the man in the room with her.  
She had not intended to spend her night holed up in an abandoned building in the creepiest part of town, but Sophie had been convinced to watch a sour werewolf who had been bitten by a supernatural creature that remained a mystery. The bite had been quick, but was deep on his forearm and had grimy blackish-green liquid dribbling out of the wound. Sophie tried her best to block out the image of the creature attacking her best friend. It had taken off before Derek could even think about retaliating.
The bite wound had healed like any other injury, but Deaton had suggested to keep the younger Hale confined until they could figure out what had bitten him. What hadn't surprised Sophie was that Derek had readily agreed to go into the cell, lest he attack anyone if the bite or venom did have any ill effects. Hours had passed, and it seemed even Derek had limits on patience.  
"Please let me out, Sophie. I have no symptoms, and it's been hours," Derek tried to reason as he leaned on the bars of the steel cell he had been locked in, a straining noise sounding from his weight.
Sophie turned her head toward the Alpha for the first time in a few hours, her eyes studying him to make sure he wasn't lying. She could see the sweat glistening on his skin and various spots on the tank top he wore, but she had also been sweating a bit from the poor ventilation in the building. Derek didn't seem any different to her, and she was one of the few people who had been allowed to see Derek past his tough exterior and thick walls to know if he was actually affected or not.  
She sighed and set her pencil down on her notebook, slowly turning around on the chair that she had found just as the gang left her and Derek in the building. She remembered Scott's words playing in her head as he had taken her aside and talked her into staying with Derek.  
"You're the one he's closest to. If something were to happen, he most likely won't hurt you. He also saved your life—again."  
Sophie had agreed after hearing the younger Alpha's words, not that she had needed a lot of convincing in the first place. If Derek did attack her, she would be defenseless against him as a measly human, despite the fact that he had taught her to defend herself even after turning down his offer to receive the bite. While the rest of the pack were some of her closest friends, Derek had become like the older brother she had never had over the past couple of years.
After Derek lost Boyd and Erica and was betrayed by Jennifer in the most despicable way over a year ago, she could always sense the loneliness and guilt that Derek carried with him, even though he hid it well. With Cora and Isaac out of the country and Peter doing his own thing, she had stayed close to Derek, never giving up on him no matter how many times he had tried pushing her away.  
Sophie also knew that had she not been out in the woods in the dark by herself, they wouldn't be in the situation they were at that moment. She was just waiting for Derek to point that out to her.  
"You know, just because you seem like Derek doesn't mean I'm going to let you out," Sophie replied finally. "Deaton warned me not to open the door until they came back with something substantial or called to let me know it was fine."  
"Well, at least stop ignoring me. Do I look like someone who would hurt you? I didn't ask to get bitten by some unknown entity." Derek raised his brows. "Besides, if I really wanted to get out of here, don't you think I could without much effort and would have already?"  
His arms were threaded through the bars, his weight heavy against the door as he leaned almost lazily against it. She didn’t doubt that he could easily break out of the cell if he really so desired. Deaton had claimed it was made of reinforced steel, but it looked like it had seen better days with rust covering nearly every inch of it.  
The building they were in was off by itself on the edge of town, and she didn't bother asking what they had done there before its demise. She had wondered how Deaton had known about the place before pushing the question out of her thoughts. Although it looked every bit like a dirty, abandoned building with dust covering nearly every inch from disuse, it had a fully functioning bathroom and shower that looked less grimy than the rest of it.  
Sophie blew out a breath and stood up off the chair. "Fine," she relented as she closed the short distance between them and stood at the cell door. She mirrored his stance, leaning opposite him on the steel door only a few feet away from where he stood. "How are you feeling, really?"  
"I told you, I feel fine," Derek reassured her, his green eyes meeting her blue ones.  
"To be honest, I turned my back to you because I hate seeing you locked up like this," Sophie admitted, lowering her eyes to the grungy concrete floor.  
"It's not the first time, and won't be the last, I'm sure," he replied, watching her. "How are you doing?"  
Sophie met his gaze again, not at all surprised that he would be worried about her well-being. "I'm good," she answered with a small smile. "Thanks to you."  
"Why were you even out, anyway?" Derek asked curiously. "I know that you're a night owl, but you should know better than to be out alone at night in this town."
Sophie sighed. "I know, it was stupid. I just needed to clear my head after he had called, so I went for a run. I didn’t want to bother anyone."  
Derek sensed her frustration and sadness, anger coursing through his body at the thought of her ex contacting her. "What did the douche want this time?"  
"He wanted to meet up this weekend. His excuse was that he hadn't seen me in months, and we needed to catch up," Sophie explained, staring at the wall a few feet in front of her at the back of the cell.  
"Tell me that you didn't agree to it," Derek returned through gritted teeth.  
"Hell no," Sophie retorted. "Ben only wants one thing—he always has. He's probably between girls and thinks he can use me as his booty call."  
"You deserve so much more than that piece of shit," Derek responded, digging his nails into his palms to try to stifle his anger.  
"I know," Sophie responded, glancing in his direction before looking back down at the floor.  
"You should have called sooner. It could have been you in this cell instead of me," he admitted finally, moving closer to her so that their arms were touching. "I would have gone out with you. You never have to worry about bothering me."
"I know, I should have, Der. I wasn't thinking. He makes me so crazy because he knows exactly what to say to draw me back in, even if it's just a for a fleeting moment. And then, I hate myself for even considering it."  
"Don't let him get to you," Derek replied, taking her hand in his and squeezing it in a comforting gesture. "Please don’t hate yourself. Trust me, it won't do you any good."
Sophie smiled, squeezing Derek's hand in return.  
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Sophie checked her phone to see if she had received any texts from the gang. She wasn't completely surprised that she hadn't since they had virtually nothing to go on except the small sample of venom that Deaton had gotten from Derek’s arm after the bite had healed.  
"Are you hungry?" Sophie asked, mulling over the few options they had to choose from in town. "I mean, it's nearly midnight, but I can go pick something up if you want."  
"I could eat, but there aren't going to be many options at this hour," Derek pointed out.  
"I can text Scott to see if his mom can make something and have it brought over," Sophie suggested, pulling up her friend on her phone. "I think she's off tonight."  
"If you think she'll do that, go ahead," Derek responded, shifting against the door. 
It was about forty-five minutes later when Sophie received another text from Scott to let her know that they were outside with the food.  
"Stiles and Scott are outside," Sophie informed her temporary roommate. "I'm going to go run out and grab the food since a bad storm is heading this way. They're not afraid to face all kinds of deadly creatures, but God forbid they get caught in a thunderstorm." She couldn't help but smile at the dramatic eye roll she received from her friend.
She placed her phone on the table beside her things before beginning to make her way out of the building. She wasn't completely lying about the storm since there was one headed their way, but she had wanted to speak with the two boys to see if there were any updates. Sophie knew Derek would most likely overhear them if he wanted to, anyway.
"Okay, I'll just wait here," Derek responded dryly as he watched her retreating figure disappear through the door.  
Sophie jogged out to the jeep that held two of her friends as they rolled down the passenger side window. Scott held out a large brown paper bag to her before handing her another larger duffle bag that she placed on her shoulder.  
"Thanks for coming, guys," Sophie said as she leaned against the metal door of the powder blue Jeep. "And for getting all this."  
"No problem. How's he holding up?" Scott asked curiously, his brows knitting together.  
"He seems like himself," Sophie answered honestly.  
"Oh, nice and grumpy, huh?" Stiles chimed in with a side smirk.  
She shook her head, ignoring the jab. "If the venom has adverse symptoms, he's not showing any. I don't get why we have to keep him locked up."
"Deaton said the signs could take a while, depending on the type of venom. I called him on the way over, and he's still running tests on the sample," Scott responded, a frown etched on his face. "I don't like keeping him locked up, either, but until we know for sure, Derek needs to stay here."  
Sophie nodded with a sigh. "I know, I'll just keep playing babysitter," she joked, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "I'm just a junior in college who has nothing better to do on a Friday night." Her voice was thickly laced with sarcasm, but it was well known that sarcasm was one of her coping mechanisms.
"Hey, we know it's not easy for you to see him like this," Scott commented with sympathy in his brown eyes. "We also know you're blaming yourself."  
"Yeah, we know how much you care about him," Stiles added in a quiet voice with a similar look, his features more serious than before.  
Sophie met both of their knowing glances, but didn't respond. When a clap of thunder sounded in the distance, she pushed herself off the door before beginning to walk backwards a few steps. "Thanks again for bringing us food and other necessities."  
"No problem," they replied in unison.  
Sophie gave them a small smile, turning to head back into the building before the storm hit.  
"Hey, Soph," Scott called out to her.  
She stopped and turned around toward them once again. "Yeah?"  
"Be careful and contact us immediately if anything changes."  
"Will do," she responded before jogging back into the building as the thunder sounded again, much louder than before.  
After she had gotten a few feet into the building, the sky seemed to open up and released a heavy downpour. She glanced up at the roof as she continued further into the building, thankful that it seemed to be without any significant holes. As she entered the interior room where Derek was being kept, she adjusted the duffle bag on her shoulder to keep it from slipping and peeked into the paper bag to see what food they had.  
"Oh, sweet, Melissa gave us some lasagna. It is to die for," Sophie began as she set the food down on one side of the chair. She also set the duffle bag down on the chair and began to rifle through it. "They also grabbed some clothes and toiletries for us, just in case. The most important of those things—toilet paper."
Digging through the bag, she saw some of her own clothes along with some of Derek's, two toothbrushes, a tube of toothpaste, deodorant, soap, shampoo, two towels, and the aforementioned rolls of toilet paper. After digging some more to see if there was anything else in the bag, she found a box, her eyebrow raising in confusion. She pulled the box out of the bag enough, noticing the note stuck to it written in familiar handwriting.  
It never hurts to be prepared!
She removed the note so that she could read the label of the box before she quickly dropped it back in the bag, like the offending thing had burned her. Magnum condoms, she thought to herself. I am going to kill them.  
"Hey, Derek, are you still with me?" Sophie asked, hoping the blush on her face and the catch in her throat weren't obvious.
Glancing up finally toward the cell after not hearing a word from the younger Hale, Sophie froze at what she saw. The cell door was bent into an indecipherable shape that looked more like origami than a door as the object hung loosely on its hinges. The small cell was empty, which both worried and frightened her a bit. Her eyes quickly darted around the room for the Alpha as she began to reach for her phone that she had left on the table.  
"Der?" She called out tentatively, trying to steady her voice.  
She felt a wave of great unease run through her the longer he went without answering and when she realized her phone was gone, quickly shuffling through her messenger bag that she had set on the floor by the table. She didn't know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was not good.
"Looking for something?" A smooth, deep voice rang out from a shadowed corner of the room.  
Sophie froze once again, realization dawning on her that Derek had taken her phone. She swallowed before standing to her feet, turning to face the corner where the voice originated from as she noticed glowing red eyes staring back at her. As he stepped forward out of the darkness into the faint light that was in the room, he held up the device she had been searching for in his hand before crushing it effortlessly.  
She watched as he let the remains fall out of his hand onto the floor. Sophie then noticed that he was still inching toward her, as if stalking his prey. Whatever was going on had to be from the venom in his system. She normally wouldn’t be afraid of Derek, even when he was a fully transformed, but the Derek in front of her sent a chill down her spine. He wore an almost sinister look as his lips curled into a smirk that reminded her a lot of Peter, only worse.  
She hadn't realized she had been backing away from him, inching slowly closer to the door to the room until her back hit a wall. It was soon clear that she would never make it to that door.  
"Why are you so scared, Soph?" Derek asked, sensing her fear mounting as he neared her. "It's your best friend, Derek." Even his voice sounded off, a hint of devilish intent with a captivating edge to it.  
"I'm not," she insisted, knowing it was a lie they both saw through.  
When he suddenly closed the distance between them, she let out a gasp as he blocked her in against the wall, each arm caging her in place on either side. His eyes were all but daring her to try to run as they remained their brilliant red color.  
"I know you're not going to hurt me, Derek," Sophie remarked confidently.  
"You sound so sure of that," he responded, dipping his lips against her ear.  
His voice sent a shiver down her spine as his hot breath fanned her face. She swallowed to try to re-wet her dry throat before she placed her hands on the hard planes of his chest to move him away from her. Even though she was using all of her strength, she soon gave up since it was like trying to move a mountain. She hadn't moved him an inch, and her efforts seemed to spur him on further as he moved closer.  
"You don't really want me to move, do you?" Derek asked, his voice husky in her ear. "I can tell you don't; you like having me close. In fact, I think you like it a lot."  
"Derek, please don't," she pleaded, knowing he could usually read her like an open book when she let him.  
Sophie had always been afraid that he would figure out what she felt for him by her smell and feelings, so she tried her best to stay as guarded around him as possible. Scott had easily picked up on it months ago, but Derek had never even alluded to knowing her secret.  
"Don't what?" He asked as if he was oblivious. He ran his nose down her neck, breathing in her scent and chemosignals that radiated off her skin.  
"This isn't you, Der," Sophie tried reasoning, meeting his blazing eyes.  
"Oh, but is it, sweetheart," he responded in a sickly-sweet voice. "I'm the Alpha. I make the decisions here." He further emphasized his point by molding his body to hers, allowing her to feel every hard inch of him.  
"I'm not your Beta, Derek," she commented, trying to sound confident, but her voice was betraying her.  
"I can easily fix that," he challenged, running his fanged teeth over her pulse point.  
When Derek ran a hand over her cheek and trailed it down her neck slowly but surely, leaving her skin scorching, she couldn't help the whimper that fell from her lips. His smirk should have frightened her to the bone, but it didn't.  
"What do you want?" She found herself asking before she had even realized it.
"I think you already know the answer to that," he replied in a softer voice with the seductive edge still present as he ran his hands down her sides slowly. "Don't you feel it?"  
Part of her thought Derek was referring to the hard bulge straining in his jeans against her lower abdomen, but then the other part knew better. Sophie knew he was referring to the electricity hanging in the air between them. She didn't know how, but she did feel something. A familiar pull was urging her forward, the one she had felt drawing her to him since they had met.  
She closed her eyes then, chewing on her bottom lip as he continued to brush his lips and elongated teeth over her skin. Sophie tried to keep her body from reacting to his closeness and touch, but it wasn't working very well.  
"This is the venom in your system," Sophie stated finally, her voice nearly gone. "It's making you do this."  
“The venom may be fueling what's already there, but my actions are definitely my own," Derek insisted, his hands trailing back up her sides.  
"What do you mean?" She asked, opening her eyes and meeting his bright red ones.  
Derek remained quiet for a moment before running his tongue languidly over his lips and teeth as he raked his eyes over her trembling body before him. One might think that it stemmed from fear, but he sensed that that had been overcome by the desire that hung heavy in the air.  
"Isn't it obvious, or do you need a not-so-little hint?"  
When she didn't answer immediately, he bucked his hips against hers in quick succession, eliciting a moan from her at the action as his meaning hit her like a ton of bricks. Sophie couldn't stop the pull in her lower belly if she wanted to then, not that she even had the will or strength to stop the familiar feeling forming between her legs.  
She noticed as he took in a deep breath, the resulting noise filling her ears as a deep, guttural growl sounded from deep within Derek's throat. It was like something had taken over him then, more than it already had, his features becoming even more feral than before as he eyed her hungrily.  
When the claws on his thumbs flicked over her breasts, the sharp, jagged edges easily finding her already pert nipples through her thin shirt and bra, Sophie couldn't help the loud moan that came out of her mouth. The act caused her to arch her back towards him and sent shockwaves straight to her already dampening core. She moaned his name then when he repeated the action once more, causing him to react even more as he tore her shirt and bra, pulling the ruined fabric from her body.  
She gripped his tank top as he began hungrily kissing and nipping down her neck, his hips digging into hers and his hands kneading, pinching, and squeezing her bare breasts as all sense and reason seeped further out of his mind. He soon discarded the shirt he wore, ripping it off his body as the need to feel her skin against his own heightened. He felt a shudder run down him as soon he felt the slight satisfaction at feeling her breasts pushed against his hard chest, but he soon wanted more.  
"Fuck," Derek growled out.  
Sophie writhed against him as she felt her high building, feeling a sense of calm envelope her as he wrapped his arms around her half-naked body. When his lips finally met hers in a searing kiss, she felt her knees nearly buckle from the amount of passion and want behind it. He must have felt her weakness because the next thing she knew, he had scooped her up into his strong arms, his hips grinding against her with a purpose.  
"Derek," Sophie begged between kisses, her senses overwhelming her.
He took her pleading words to heart as he moved them away from the wall then, carrying her swiftly to the table in the middle of the room. Derek quickly and roughly shoved everything off the surface, sending her textbooks, papers that contained her notes, and pencil flying every which way onto the floor. He set her down on the surface, quickly fitting himself between her legs once again as he pulled her to the very edge of the table against him.  
Sophie ran her hands down over the hard muscles of his back and chest as he reconnected their mouths, as if he hadn't just been kissing her into oblivion. She shuddered at the power emanating from underneath his skin as her hands trailed down to the waistband of jeans. She found herself becoming impatient as she made quick work of the button and zipper before pushing them down his legs to the floor. He quickly toed off his shoes and socks before kicking the offending item of clothing out of his way.  
Derek broke their kiss then, eyeing her heavily with intent as he stood in just a pair of boxer briefs that did little to hide his arousal. He pulled off her sneakers and socks, tossing them behind him before he began to slowly undo her jeans. She leaned back on the dusty table, picking her butt up a bit to allow him to yank the fabric from her legs.  
Sophie stared at him then as he stood in front of her before she began rubbing and gently squeezing the massive bulge in his underwear. He gave her an appreciative growl as he watched her intently before he needed the confining material gone and nearly ripped it from his body. Sophie stared even more than before, the size of him sending both apprehension through her body and more shockwaves to her center.  
She had seen Derek shirtless plenty of times, but had never had the privilege of seeing him fully naked before. Sophie found that she wasn't surprised to find him so well endowed; he was an Alpha, after all. But even before he became an Alpha, she had had an idea at his size from her curious and inconspicuous glances at the bulge she often found in his jeans.  
"See something you like," Derek remarked with a smirk, his deep voice full of seduction and pride.  
Sophie noticed how he had phrased his words as a statement instead of a question, confidence dripping from his voice. She nodded her head to answer him anyway, almost as if the action had been instinctive. She didn't know when Derek's wolf had come so close to the surface, but she couldn't help but notice from the deep register of his voice. The sound of it made her even wetter than she already was. The only thing missing was the fur and wolf-like features on his face.
She somehow tore her eyes away from his magnificent form and met his heady gaze once again. As she did so, Sophie noticed as he slowly reclaimed his earlier position between her legs, instinctively spreading them to fit his massive form as he ran his hands over her thighs.  
Sophie swallowed at his touch. She needed some of kind of relief, the ache continuing to grow between her legs the longer he stood there. She bit her lip, carefully running her hand over his length as he released a groan from her touch. She ran her fingers over the head, spreading the dripping fluid over him before she moved her hand away from him.  
He looked at her with disappointment, clearly wanting her to continue. When she blatantly ran the same hand over her soaked panties teasingly, he couldn't help but take her up on her suggestion. Derek ran his fingers slowly over the seam of her panties between her core and thigh briefly before slipping a claw underneath and pulling the loose gray cotton fabric to one side.  
Derek nearly lost it when he finally saw her dripping core bared to him. He had spent many a night fantasizing about her naked and writhing beneath him when he laid awake in bed. He slowly dipped a finger between her folds, running a slow stripe up as his claw ran gently over her clit. He couldn't help but smirk wickedly as his movements elicited a loud moan from her lips, and as she arched her body into him. He instantly felt his dick twitch and throb the more he thought about how she reacted to him.  
When she felt the loss of contact as he pulled his hand from her core, Sophie watched him, biting her lip as she pleaded with him to put them both out of their misery. She leaned back then on her hands, scooting back on the table some more as she placed her feet up onto the wooden surface and reclined back so she was almost laying down, her look beckoning him. She didn’t care that she could feel the dust and dirt stick to her slick skin and hair.  
Derek read her loud and clear and knew exactly what she wanted him to do as she stared at him with want. He lithely climbed onto the table that was just long enough for them. He wasn't quite sure it would hold both of them, but he didn't care as his mind focused on one thing. As he settled over top of her, his lips found hers once again in a passionate kiss. His teeth had probably nicked her skin in the frenzy, but he could sense that she was in no pain.  
Sophie pulled him further down on top of her so there was no space between them before she boldly grabbed hold of his length in her hand and ran it over her soaked heat. At her action, he lost any sense of reasoning he had left and quickly buried himself inside her to the hilt. His claws dug into the table on either side of them at the feeling of her wrapped deliciously around his length finally, hugging him as if she had been made just for him.  
"Shit," Sophie nearly screamed at the sudden intrusion. While she wasn't a virgin, she knew Derek's size was going to stretch her well beyond what she had been accustomed to previously.  
Derek didn't wait but a few moments before he began his thrusts, instantly reaching depths that she hadn't even realized were possible. His movements were fast and rough, but not enough to send anything but immense pleasure soaring through her. If his continued growls were any indication, she knew his wolf had all but taken over him as he continued to plow into her.  
He soon buried his face into her neck, the action causing her to bare it to him in quick submission. His lips, teeth, and tongue kissed, licked, and nipped at her neck, leaving bruises on her skin as if to show everyone that she was his. Sophie quickly decided she would let Derek do whatever he wanted to at that point, finding herself at his complete mercy as she ran her nails down the slick skin of his back that caused him to growl even louder.  
"Who's your Alpha?" She heard him ask between nips on her skin.  
"You are," she immediately replied as if by instinct, even though she wasn't a werewolf.  
"That's right, you're mine," he stated, his wolf's voice wrecked as he continued his movements.  
Sophie writhed beneath him, realizing she had been matching his movements for some time. As Derek began to get rougher with his thrusts as his release neared, the table soon began to creak underneath the weight and movement. Sophie soon felt the immediate loss of contact when he slipped out of her before barreling back in, repeating the process over and over.  
She felt her release climbing the more he did that, but when Derek began to massage her throbbing clit, Sophie soon found herself coming undone from the added pressure on her sensitive bud. She held in a scream as he quickened his thrusts to help her ride out her orgasm, slapping of skin and the creak of the table beneath them filling her ears.
A few moments later, the table gave way beneath them, sending them to the floor. Derek didn't even falter one bit as he continued to pound into her relentlessly with wood splintered around them. He picked up her hips a bit, changing the angle to allow himself to go deeper into her, the action spurring yet another build-up in her lower abdomen. His assault on her clit hadn't stopped, despite her falling over the edge, but his intentions were obvious that he wanted to drive her to another orgasm.  
Sophie kissed him hungrily, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging as the other gripped his shoulder. He must have liked her actions because Derek continued on, biting her bottom lip and tugging on it gently with his teeth. She felt his claws digging into the skin of her lower back as he held her up some in his hands, but it wasn’t enough to be painful.  
She knew they were both close as she felt her walls closing around him again and his thrusts became erratic and desperate, urging them both to let go. The grunts Derek released with each movement was a telltale sign that sent shivers down her spine. He soon began to stare into her eyes, his red ones glowing brightly in the dimly lit room.  
Sophie bit her lip as she neared the edge once more, feeling him expertly thumbing her clit with almost too much pressure. After a few more rough but slow thrusts, Derek began to empty his load into her, which in turn sent her over flying over the edge after him. She couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut at the feeling, a strangled scream leaving her lips.  
"Look at me," Derek commanded as he thrust into her a few more times without the precision he previously had.  
Sophie couldn't help but open her eyes and fix her stare into  the brilliant ones staring back at her as they rode out their orgasms. His body soon relaxed, catching himself on his elbows so not to crush her before pulling out of her and shifting them so he laid beside her.  
"Holy shit," Sophie muttered after several minutes, breaking the silence in the room.  
Derek chuckled darkly at that, eyeing her with a proud smirk on his lips. She turned over to face him as he drew her closer, noting that his werewolf features were still visible. He kissed her fully but languidly then, which she eagerly returned, as he wrapped his arm around her.  
They laid there for nearly twenty minutes in silence, basking in the afterglow of what just occurred between them. Sophie placed a soft kiss on his chest as he began to run his fingers through her soft blonde locks, trying to keep from getting his claws tangled in her hair.  
"I don't think we're done," Derek commented suddenly, feeling another wave of lust and need hit him like a bulldozer. He eyed her before swallowing.  
"What?" Sophie asked curiously.  
Before she knew it, Derek was on top of her again, his lips meeting hers heatedly. Sophie could feel his erection against her core as he fitted himself between her legs, almost as if he hadn't just had an orgasm several minutes before. That time around, he seemed more desperate and his movements were much more fervent than the first time.
After kissing her for a few moments and stimulating her by massaging her clit, he slid into her once again, groaning in pleasure as if he had just found his way home after being lost for days. He quickly turned them over so she was on top of him, but Derek soon began thrusting into her and moving her so Sophie met his thrusts. It didn't take long for her to catch up as Sophie finally registered what was happening, continuing their exploits as the night went on.  
After three more rounds, Sophie was exhausted and could barely move. The adrenaline from the past several hours running through her body had to be the only reason she was even conscious. Derek had finally passed out shortly after their last round several minutes before, his own exhaustion taking over his body. Derek's werewolf features were still on display, signaling that his wolf was still very close to the surface, but he looked peaceful while he slept. Sophie didn't know how much longer it would be before he would wake up, raring to go for round five.  
As she laid there, staring at the ceiling, Sophie suddenly remembered Derek had brought his phone with him. She needed to let Deaton know about Derek's symptoms; they were clearly not subsiding anytime soon. She slowly slid out of his grasp with a groan as her body protested her movements, searching for his jeans that he had tossed aside on the floor hours earlier. She had no idea what time it was, either.  
When she located Derek's jeans, Sophie searched in both pockets for the device. After locating it, she unlocked the phone, noting it was three in the morning. She started to call Scott, but decided a text would be better and would make less noise as she sat on the floor by the chair. She turned the phone on silent before sending a text to Scott to simply let him know she needed his help.
Her next text was to Deaton, letting him know all of Derek's symptoms that had started hours ago out of nowhere and showed no signs of letting up, save for the break she was getting at that moment. Before Sophie could finish listing out all the details, blushing as she typed them, Scott responded to let her know that he was on his way. She finished and sent her text to Deaton before telling Scott to bring reinforcements.  
Derek hadn't hurt her except for some minor bruising and scratches during their rendezvous, but none of them were substantial wounds. She was definitely sore in more than one place, but that was to be expected. It was a miracle that Derek hadn't bitten her in his current state, but she sensed that he had come close a couple of times.  
While she wasn't afraid of the Alpha werewolf lying a few feet away from her, Sophie didn't know if lust and intense arousal were the only symptoms he would experience from the venom coursing through his veins. Her fear was that Derek would become hostile when Scott arrived, especially if Scott tried removing her.
She just hoped Scott came with a plan.  
It soon became a waiting game for her. Sophie didn't know if Scott and his backup would make it before Derek woke up, but all she could do was sit there and wait. She watched as the Alpha slept in a heap on the floor, covered in dirt and body fluids that she knew covered her body as well. She tried to ignore the cool air that was lingering in the building since her body was still overheated, knowing as soon as her body calmed down the effects of the cold would hit her.
While she didn't mind the attention that Derek was giving her—a dark, twisted part of her loved it, in fact—Sophie knew that she shouldn’t get used to it. She had always wanted to know what being with Derek was like, but she wanted it when Derek wasn't under the influence of some powerful supernatural venom. She didn't even know if any of it was real, or if it stemmed from her being the only one there with him.  
The longer she sat there, the more Sophie tried not to think about how many times she and Derek had had sex — not just sex, but unprotected sex. While Sophie had just remembered the condoms that they had been given as a joke that still sat in the bag, she hadn't even thought about them once in the heat of the many moments they had shared. Not that it would have mattered either way, because she knew Derek wouldn't have been able to stop long enough in his frenetic state to even think about putting one on. She would definitely have to make a stop by the drug store later.  
She grabbed the bag of food from off the chair, her stomach reminding her that it needed nourishment in the worst kind of way. Opening the bag, Sophie pulled out the container of lasagna, one of the plastic forks, and a bottle of water. She didn't know how much she would be able to eat, but she would at least eat some while she waited. The lasagna was cold as she chewed on it, but it was still good nonetheless.  
Part of her wondered why she hadn't just run as soon as Derek had fallen asleep, but she couldn’t just leave her best friend there in his current state. Sophie hadn't left him once when he needed her, even when he claimed he didn't, and she wasn't about to start then. Sophie knew his actions were due to something beyond his control, regardless of whether he wanted to perform them or not.  
As she finished a couple more bites of food, washing them down with some water, Sophie heard a groaning from on the floor. She halted her movements, her eyes flitting over to where Derek still lay a few feet away from her. When she saw him begin to move, she quickly placed the cap on her water bottle and replaced the lid back on the container of food. She stood up slowly before setting the water and food on the chair, turning to watch Derek like a hawk.  
"Soph?" Derek called out finally in a raspy voice as he began to search the room for her. She noticed a hint of panic in his voice.  
"I'm still here," she replied back hesitantly, keeping her distance.  
His eyes met hers finally as he located her, their red hue still present as he blinked a few times to regain his focus. He stood up off the floor swiftly, stretching his tired muscles with several resounding cracks. Derek had noticed instantly that Sophie stood rooted to her spot, uncertainty flowing off her as she surveyed him intensely before she lowered her gaze.  
"Are you hungry?" Sophie asked, looking away from him, crossing her arms over her bare chest as she felt his eyes scrutinizing her. "There's still some food left if you want it."  
When he didn't answer, Sophie chewed on her bottom lip and met his gaze once again. She heard a low growl then as Derek appeared in front of her in a flash, his lips and teeth connecting to hers as he pulled her to him. His hands were all over her, yanking her back into the euphoric state she had been in each time, erasing the doubts in her mind. When he picked her up effortlessly and began to inch the tip of him into her entrance, she tried delaying him a moment so she could catch up.
Sophie said his name a couple of times, her voice nearly wrecked all over again, but her words didn’t seem to be registering. “Alpha,” she called out in a voice that she knew sounded desperate.
That one name falling from her lips must have gotten through to him because he halted his movements and looked at her. His gaze stared at her hungrily, but she continued. “I need you to touch me.”
His stare remained as he took in her words, as if trying to decipher their meaning.  
She moved his hands before dropping to her feet, making sure to stay close so he didn’t think she was resisting. Sophie then took hold of his hand, leading them to a vacant spot on the floor. She sat down in front of him, tugging gently on his arm. As he took the hint and joined her, Derek’s mouth was on hers once again as he lowered them both down onto the dirty floor.  
Sophie broke the kiss before Derek got too caught up, bringing his hand between them and placing it on her core. “Please, touch me, Alpha.” She looked into his red eyes pleadingly.  
Another low growl sounded from within Derek’s throat as he fulfilled her request, running his fingers over her overly sensitive clit with just the right amount of pressure.  
Sophie moaned loudly as his fingers began to further reignite the sparks between her legs, creating the desired effect she needed. “Oh, yes, just like that.”
He soon stopped before kissing her once again, pulling her closer and spreading her legs further. “I need you now.” Sophie didn't miss the desperation in his voice.  
She nearly cried out in pleasure as Derek buried himself inside her once again. She didn’t know how, but Derek felt even better than he had all night. She could already feel her high building, and he had barely begun.
“Oh, Alpha.” Sophie didn’t know why, but the name kept falling from her lips as if it was second nature.  
Things seemed to slow down and speed up all at the same time as they continued. Sophie could feel the burning in her sore muscles, but she didn’t dare stop as she met his powerful thrusts. The pain barely fazed her when Derek ran his clawed fingers down her hips and thighs, leaving a trail of blood and scratches in their wake. Her fingers gripped his broad shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.  
Sophie had since forgotten about everything running through her mind before as it continued to cloud with thoughts of everything Derek. Their groans and skin slapping were the only sounds echoing throughout the building. It wasn't long before Sophie felt her release coming much sooner than expected, her moans picking up as she began to feel her walls hugging Derek's throbbing member tighter by the second. She had learned his habits well enough to know that he wasn't far behind her. She kissed his lips before trailing hers over his salty skin, feeling the scruff on his neck tickle her lips.  
"Alpha," Sophie slurred against his skin.  
The name spurred him on, a growl leaving his mouth. Derek began to pick up speed, his movements becoming erratic much sooner than expected. Sophie began to feel her body trembling uncontrollably as she neared the edge.  
"Who do you belong to?" Derek groaned against her neck, gripping her hips in a grip that was sure to leave more bruises and scratches as he continued his movements.  
"You," Sophie responded almost instantly. "I belong to you and only you, Alpha."  
A loud growl sounded from deep within his throat then. Sophie shuddered at the noise as she felt herself begin to let go. A moment later, an immense pain bloomed in her shoulder before it began to turn into the most amazing pleasure she had ever felt in her life.  
Her vision went blurry, and Sophie dug her nails into his skin as her orgasm exploded then. Her body writhed at the feeling as a scream left her lips, filling the entire abandoned building and surrounding area. She barely felt it when Derek extracted his teeth from her skin several minutes later, cleaning the bite he had left by languidly lapping up the blood.  
Before long, she began to regain her vision and focus, some of the feeling coming back into her body. She was still tingling and her brain was still on a high as she felt Derek pulling her to his solid body almost possessively. His movements continued, trying to find his own release, but she barely felt them. Sophie felt his lips on hers then, instinctively returning his kisses. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangled in his damp hair.
As she broke away for much needed air, Sophie shuddered as Derek kissed her shoulder softly. She opened her eyes to watch him, a small, content smile on her lips. She instantly froze when she noticed Stiles standing there in the doorway out of her peripheral vision, sending her straight back into reality. Stiles’ eyes were bugged out as he surveyed the scene before him, Derek still mid-thrust on top of her and the werewolf's focus completely on her.  
"Stiles." The name fell from her lips before she could stop herself, feeling Derek tense up and halt his movements a moment later.  
Sophie swallowed as she saw Derek's brilliant red eyes on her then, a questioning look in them. She knew the moment he realized they weren't alone, as his senses picked up a third body in the room and a low, defensive growl emanated from his throat. She then realized he had fully wolfed out for the first time that night.
"Derek, it's okay," Sophie whispered in a soothing voice, taking Derek's wolfish face in her hands to try to keep him calm and staring into his eyes. “He’s just here to help.”
Derek was off her and on his feet in a second, twisting around and standing in front of Sophie protectively. A snarl left his lips at the sight of Stiles, inching forward towards the frightened boy.  
Sophie heard a couple of gunshots ring out then, just before Derek began to stagger a bit as he was hit with what looked like tranquilizer bullets. She tried her best to get to him, but she still could barely move. That’s when she saw Scott and Malia run into the room to keep Derek distracted. She also spotted Chris inching into the room with the gun still trained on Derek in case more bullets were needed. Stiles was at her side then, removing his hoodie to wrap around her naked body.
“Oh, Soph,” Stiles muttered, his eyes full of worry at the sight before him. “We should have gotten here sooner.”
“I’m fine, Stiles,” Sophie assured him, pulling her knees to herself to cover her exposed body.  
“Did he hurt you?” He asked, wrapping the hoodie around her as much as possible.  
“No, it wasn’t like that,” she assured him. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“It better not be.”
She heard a roar rip through the building as she saw Derek eyeing them, his focus no longer on Scott or Malia. He was moving slowly toward them, Scott and Malia barely able to hold him back, but the tranquilizers did little to stop him. Sophie watched in horror as Chris had no choice but to fire a few more bullets into Derek’s back. Sophie gasped and covered her mouth as Derek immediately fell to his knees, tears forming in her eyes as his pained eyes locked onto hers. A whine left his lips then as he fell to the ground, the tranquilizers finally taking effect.
“It’s not going to hurt him,” Stiles assured her. “Argent had to use a little diluted wolfsbane, but Derek will be fine.”
Sophie nodded as she watched an unconscious Derek being carried out by Scott and Malia. She instantly felt the need to go after them, but knew she couldn’t.
“Scott’s going to come back to get you. Let’s get you dressed, okay?” Stiles rubbed her hand comfortingly.
She nodded her head, sniffling and wiping her face while trying to avoid getting dirt in her eyes.  
Stiles went to the bag he had brought them, grabbing a pair of Derek’s underwear and one of Derek’s shirts. He figured that it would be better for her to wear the oversized clothes instead of her own small ones.
Sophie was unable to focus much at all as Stiles helped her get dressed. She was barely paying attention as Scott jogged back into the room and gently scooped her up in his arms to carry her outside.
“I want to go with him,” she pleaded, an overwhelming need to be close to Derek coming over her.
“He’s going to be go okay, Soph. Deaton thinks he figured out what bit him,” Scott explained.  
“We have to help him,” she responded vehemently.
“We’re going to help as much as we can,” Scott promised her.
“But we need to get you to the hospital, first,” Stiles chimed in.
“I told you that I’m fine,” she argued. “Let me help you.”
“You’re going to the hospital, Sophie. End of discussion,” Scott retorted. “You can see Derek after you’ve been checked out.”
She sighed and resigned that she wasn’t changing their minds as she was placed in Stiles’ Jeep with a blanket draped over her. All she could think about was Derek’s well-being on the ride to the hospital before her body finally gave into the exhaustion consuming her.
Don’t fret! There is a part two to wrap things up. Part two is still being written, but hopefully I’ll finish that soon!
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Sick of the Sun
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The Wire, “Lessons”
I
“Sick of the Sun” is one of Poppy’s most personal songs. It’s also one of her prettiest. Like nearly all vocals these days, Poppy’s voice is adjusted in production, and sometimes quite heavily. This means that you’ll never hear a Poppy song with vocal blemishes, but sometimes the heavy adjustments smooth out all the “personality” in her voice. In “Sick of the Sun,” however, Poppy and co. hit a sweet spot; Poppy’s voice comes out sounding quite pleasant, beautiful, even, right up there with the choruses on “Fill the Crown.” It probably makes sense not to over-produce the vocals in SotS. After all, if you are producing a more “personal” song, you would want to preserve the distinct tone of the vocals to maximize its “authentic” sound.
“Sick of the Sun” (SotS) also features one of the cleanest and catchiest vocal melodies Poppy has ever written, right up there with the ones in “I Disagree.” I’m laying on the praise pretty thick here because, well, I kinda like the song. That being said, I would still like to share some criticisms of the song. Throughout I Disagree (album), we can see Poppy experimenting with different ways of closing out tracks (see: literally every song on the album). But in the case of SotS, there’s a really strange male-dominated vocal harmony right at the end of the song. Sure, there’s some harmonizing throughout the song, but this snippet really springs out of nowhere. Perhaps it was intended to serve as a transition to “Don’t Go Outside,” but instead it comes off as a little dissonant with the rest of SotS. Further, including someone else’s voice at the end slightly undercuts the song’s personal feel. Maybe this could have been avoided had this ending been retracted or altered. SotS clearly has a strong sense of “tiredness” or “fatigue” to it, so perhaps a prolonged ‘sigh’ out of Poppy would have been a more harmonious close to the track. A final ‘sigh’ would also serve as a better transition to “Don’t Go Outside” as it would situate Poppy at a “low-point” of sorts that she would then “rise out of” in DGO. I also think placing “Sit/Stay” right before SotS would be a good choice. “Bite Your Teeth” isn’t overly related to SotS, whereas “Sit/Stay” is. Both SotS and “Sit/Stay” explore some of Poppy’s personal frustrations; “Sit/Stay” does so in a loud, vehement way, whereas SotS does so in a quiet, reserved way. In a sense, both tracks are two sides of the same proverbial coin. Of course, swapping the order of songs on an album isn’t always simple; sometimes albums are put together in a very specific way for a reason. So, moving “Sit/Stay” begs the question of where “Bite Your Teeth” should go. I’m not sure about that one. I’ll have to try listening to the album in a couple different orders first. Plus, there’s always the chance I’ve missed something. In fact, I think it’s likely.
II
Now, it may seem strange for me to talk about SotS since, well, most people seem to have a pretty decent grasp as to what it’s about. Or, at least, that was my initial impression. Upon closer inspection, however, it appears that the predominant interpretation of SotS (AKA the one I found on Genius and want to yell about) is specious at best. Obviously, the Genius interpretations are written by different people who don’t necessarily agree on all the details, but there is a common thread throughout the site’s speculations: that fundamentally, SotS is about Poppy reflecting on a time when she dealt with depression. 
This view seems plausible at first, especially when considering lines such as “Everyone told me that it would get better/ But every day feels exactly the same.” Seems to fit well, yes? Well, it doesn’t. actually. I’d like to demonstrate just why the “depression” interpretation of SotS is not only inaccurate, but it’s also a logically nonsensical construal of the lyrics. Quite a claim, but I’ll explain. Before I do so, though, I’d like to get my disclaimers out of the way. By no means do I seek to diminish the importance of mental health, nor do I seek to undermine the experiences of those who’ve grappled with problems to theirs. My thoughts on our modern mental health epidemic are complicated, and probably not-too-coherent either, though I’m sympathetic to more postmodern claims that it’s really weird to simply treat people with mental health problems as though their brains are just “not working right,” especially without asking why? What caused them to be this way? and further, that holy shit there is a lot of vested interest on the half of [various others] to not examine the many root causes of our mental health predicament. Plus, what does it mean for someone’s brain to be “not working right”? According to whom? For what? And I’m just scratching the surface. Merely hinting at the surface, in fact. But of course, that’s another, far scarier, discussion, so I’ll just say: as someone who hasn’t exactly had pristine mental health: yeah, depression et al. fucking suck.  And so, I’ll definitely admit that depression does seem to be a common motif in music these days, it’s just not a common motif in Poppy’s, and so it’s probably not in SotS either. Now, my reasons why this is:
First, it seems rather strange to declare that SotS is about “depression” given the fact that Poppy has never talked about experiencing any form of mental “illness.” No, seriously. Now before the non-intentionalists write a hit-piece, I’m merely pointing out it’s a little inappropriate to diagnose a former-pop-star with depression (through her music, no less!), especially when she has never even talked about it. But this does beg the question: how’d we get to thinking SotS is about depression? Well:
Second, it appears that the depression interpretation is based on a fundamental misunderstanding of the tone of SotS. Listen to the song again. Is this what “depression” sounds like? Surely the tone is a little down-beat, but it’s not that down-beat. Tired, perhaps. Fatigued, even, but surely not depressed. Maybe a tinge of sadness is present, but the song is saturated with instrumentals that give it a very light and dreamy feel. Psychedelic, even. Wispy. Distant, especially. All these words I would use to describe the sound of SotS, but “depression” I would not. 
Third, and perhaps most damning, is that the depression interpretation is completely nonsensical. This isn’t merely a cheap-shot or a jab—I mean that the depression interpretation is actually logically incoherent. Look, everyone can agree that Poppy’s lyrics (and videos, etc.) tend to be on the cryptic side. Thus, your first impression of what a song or any other work of hers is about may be wrong. In fact, it may be likely. See, for example, “Me Laughing.” Further, it seems that a lot of the “interpretations” you find on Genius tend to be on the shallower side, AKA, they tend to be “first impressions” that aren’t thought through all that well. Not to say Genius contains nothing of value, because it may, but the explanations it gives are usually quick answers so people scratching their heads at lyrics can quickly look and say “yep, good enough!” And this leads to, among other things, mistakes. Some of which are bad, even.
Let’s take an example. The eight-line chorus of SotS is as follows:
I'm sick of the sun
It burns everyone
I want it to go away
I just wanna float away
I'm sick of the sun
Can't trust anyone
I want it to go away
I just wanna float away
Cool, so that’s what we’re looking at. Now, the Genius interpretation of the chorus reads as follows:
Whilst this can be interpreted in several ways, these lyrics can be perceived to be Poppy / Moriah’s struggles with depression. Clinical depression, a common mental illness, is often accompanied by self-isolation: people often don’t have the energy to leave their house.
The sun is often a metaphor for hope and the fact that Poppy is sick of it indicates the presence of despair. “I want it to go away” can be seen as a desperate plea of a woman against her mental illness. She wants to be rid of it.
The final line can be seen as even darker. Whilst “floating way” brings about gentle, sweet connotations, in this context it can indicate death or perhaps even suicide, e.g. the spirit floating away from the body, floating away from reality.
The distrust present in these lyrics may also refer back to Poppy’s self-isolation. She feels as if she can no longer connect with anyone.
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Emphasis mine. Okay, I don’t wish any personal harm on the author of this explanation, or the twenty-five people who upvoted it, but my god, this is an absolute trainwreck. To show why this is so terrible, we’ll look at the bolded section closely:
“The sun is often a metaphor for hope”
Okay, sure.
“and the fact that Poppy is sick of it indicates the presence of despair.”
Not really. Despair indicates a lack of hope, not a disdain of hope. But I’m being a little pedantic. The real problem comes next:
““I want it to go away” can be seen as a desperate plea of a woman against her mental illness.”
Did you catch that? The word “it” has completely forgotten what it was referring to. It’s downright lost its referent. As a reminder, the chorus reads like:
I'm sick of the sun
It burns everyone
I want it to go away
so when Poppy says “I want it to go away,” she means “I want [the sun] to go away,” not “I want [my depression] to go away,” as this person would have us believe. Besides, it was just established that the “sun” was a metaphor for “hope.” So how could someone wanting “hope” to “go away” possibly be “a desperate plea of a woman against her mental illness”? Wouldn’t a “desperate plea against … mental illness” be seeking “hope” and not wishing it away?
Look, I’m not saying the song can’t be about depression, it’s just that all the explanations we have, including the one above, that support this idea are truly awful. I think we should have much more evidence before we recklessly go about diagnosing people with mental conditions by listening to their songs.
Fourth, as alluded to, the view that SotS is about depression fails to account for several important lines in the song. Interestingly, these lines seem contradictory to the idea that the song is about depression. For one, our [G]enius interpreter completely ignored the line “It burns everyone.” Probably because this line doesn’t fit neatly into the interpretation of “the sun” representing “hope.” After all, it’s not clear that “[hope] burns everyone.” In fact, it seems like nonsense. Plus, we’re not sure how the line “Can’t trust anyone” fits with Poppy’s alleged depressive episode. Huh, I wasn’t aware that paranoia was a key feature of depression. Guess we’ve got some news to break to the tin-hatters. Further, if SotS is about depression, then what’s with all the talk about Poppy needing to “find the right sound”? Even Genius appears to give up connecting this to depression. It seems that either a) these four lines don’t connect with the meaning of the song and Poppy was mistaken to include them, or b) SotS isn’t about depression. I’ll opt for the latter. Look, I’ve been railing a little hard here, so I’ll say that it’s fine if your interpretations miss a few bits (as mine usually do). Just know that leaving about important pieces of information, especially pieces that fly directly in the face of your interpretation, means you’re no longer interpreting [the piece], but instead you’re interpreting a conveniently-warped-caricature-of [the piece]. By doing this, you’re no longer engaging with the piece on its terms, but your own. You’re not attempting to “discover” the meaning of the work, instead you are projecting on your own and throwing out the bits that don’t conform. At the risk of angering [a lot of people], I find it a tad unhealthy to treat artworks merely as devices to either a) confirm what you already “know” or b) be thrown out for being “wrong.” As an olive branch, perhaps “some'' projection is inevitable, but we can at least admit degrees. And an even bigger olive branch: I used to do a) a lot (and still somewhat do).
Fifth, I’m deeply suspicious of the modern instinctual association of “sadness” with “depression” and “solitude” with “something is wrong with you.” Who taught us to do this? Where did these associations come from? Most worrying: who/what wants us to think this way? This may seem contradictory to what I said before. No. Yes. I don’t know. I haven’t written about mental health, and I don’t think I can. So with that, let’s move on.
Regardless of whether you find all five of my complaints tenable, hopefully they were enough to convince you that this idea of SotS being “about Poppy’s past depression” needs to be buried. Preferably six feet deep.
III
Okay, so if SotS isn’t about “depression,” then what is it about? Well, let’s take a look at some of the lyrics. The song opens with the refrain, headed by the line “I’m sick of the sun.” We may ask: what is Poppy referring to as “the sun”? Does she mean this literally, as in, she is tired of the warm glowy ball of fire in the sky? Or is she talking about something else here? It seems that this analogy is a central part of the piece. By this, I mean that this analogy recurs throughout and is deeply embedded in the song. Hence, one’s answer to the above questions will influence the rest of the song’s meaning. Knowing this, perhaps we should look at some of the other lines before we take a guess.
Immediately following “I’m sick of the sun” comes the line “it burns everyone.” Hm. The literal sun is rather hot, but does it really burn “everyone”? I don’t think so. Plenty of people go their lives without sunburns, or simply minor ones. It also doesn’t seem like the literal interpretation of “sun” here would explain the inevitability of being “burned” that this line seems to suggest. Indeed, the next two lines (“I want it to go away/ I just wanna float away”) point towards Poppy dealing with some sort of personal trouble, rather than her disdain of fiery yellow dwarves (I feel like there’s a joke there). This notion of personal trouble is also supported by the other line in the refrain, “Can’t trust anyone.” Okay, perhaps we can do away with the literal interpretation of “the sun,” but then what is Poppy speaking of?
We turn now to the verse. SotS has only one, eight lines in total. Typically, the verses in a song are enough to tell listeners what exactly is going on, but a cursory glance at this lonely verse casts doubt upon its explanatory capability. It doesn’t even appear that the verse covers all that much ground, so to speak. Are we then stuck in the dark, or is this single set of lines really enough for us to ascribe some coherent meaning to the song? Well, yes, actually (ambiguity intended). Close inspection reveals that the verse contains plenty of information—more than enough to guide us through the rest of the song.
Let’s proceed in true analytic fashion by breaking the verse down into two sections, each four lines in length. This break isn’t simply for the sake of symmetry, but is instead based on subject matter. The first four lines of the verse (“Can someone turn the lights down?/ … / Someone turn the lights out, oh”) pertain to Poppy’s aversion to “lights” whereas the subsequent four lines (“I need to find the right sound/ … / [ditto]”) pertain to Poppy’s struggle to find her right “sound.” I’m slightly trivializing this difference, but as we shall see, the distinction is not merely formal. 
The first part of the verse, the “lights” bloc, contains several key bits of information. As noted above, these four lines are concerned with “lights” of some sort. But what do “lights” have to do with our central analogy pertaining to “the sun”? Well, “the sun” is clearly a type of light. A very bright one, in fact. It may even be that “the sun” serves as simply an amalgamation of the “lights” mentioned here. I suppose this would hold true literally if you’d like to consider the sun a collection of nuclear reactions, but, science aside, there does seem to be a more metaphorical marriage of “lights” with “the sun” from the words “‘cause it’s too bright.” Here “it’s” does a lot of work; the tinge of vagueness serves to connect the prior two lines, which contain requests for someone to “turn the lights down” or “shut [them] out,” with “the sun,” by saying that “it’s too bright.” Now how does Poppy respond to “the lights”? Well, she says: “I close my eyes.” Note that closing one’s eyes alleviates the pain from bright lights, similar to how one does after waking up and looking outside on a sunny day, but it also leaves one blind, temporarily unable to take in any outside information.
Present also in the “lights” bloc are requests for “someone.” “Someone” to somehow deal with these “lights,” either by turning them down, shutting them out, or simply turning them out. Who, exactly, is to be this “someone”? Well, perhaps nobody, and it’s possible that Poppy’s almost disinterested tone here shows she is aware of this. This may be some sort of acknowledged bystander effect: nobody is actually going to deal with these “lights”—maybe nobody can. Notice there is also a shift in the intensity of Poppy’s requests to this “someone.” She starts asking for “someone” to “turn the lights down,” then asks for “someone” to “shut the lights out,” before finally asking for “someone” to “turn the lights out” altogether. Maybe Poppy is finding herself increasingly ‘fed up’ with “the lights” over time, or that “the lights” are becoming increasingly disruptive to her. But disruptive how? Indeed:
The final tidbit from the “lights” bloc is that Poppy mentions “the lights” are “too bright”? But “too bright” for what? We’ve already agreed we’re not being literal here, meaning this isn’t a simple case of caring for one’s retinas, so why are these “lights” such a problem? Well, perhaps the next part of the verse can provide an answer.
The next section of the only verse may be called the “sound” bloc for convenience. The first and last line (fifth and eighth in the whole verse), “I need to find the right sound,” tells us about the nature of Poppy’s troubles in SotS. As many know, Poppy has recently been changing up her “sound,” notably from pop to [something media outlets struggle to characterize]. It’s interesting that Poppy mentions she still hasn’t “found” “the right sound,” even after switching up her style. Perhaps more surprises are to come. Or, perhaps, she is referring to past struggles. Either way, in the next line she wishes for her “right sound” to be “Something [she] can say that [she] found.” The struggle for individuality is a common motif in Poppy’s work, in both her past work and present. It seems that even after changing her sound to something more true to herself, she found that her personal struggle to distinguish herself from others (or remain true to herself) persists. The next line, “Yeah, I can hear it in my mind” tells us that Poppy has some conception of the “right sound” for herself, but it’s on the tip of her tongue, so to speak. Combined with the repetition of “I need to find the right sound” at the end of this bloc, we’re given some sense of the difficulty, perhaps even impossibility (not futility, though) of doing so. It could be that this “right sound” is something that constantly eludes Poppy. After all, “the right sound” probably changes as she does, which would make actually “finding” it rather tough.
The common thread through the “sound” bloc is Poppy’s artistic struggle. Her struggle to produce something that is original yet remains true to herself. Plus, whatever “sound” she produces needs to be something people want to hear. No small feat. Thus, we find an answer to our previous question (“too bright” for what?): it seems that “the lights” and perhaps “the sun” are interfering with Poppy’s creative process and are hampering her pursuit of individuality she strives to achieve through her work.
The only other set of lines (the bridge, apparently) that differs from the chorus is as follows:
Everyone told me that it would get better
But every day feels exactly the same
As previously mentioned, this set of lines does lend itself particularly well to the depression account, but it may just as easily be thought of referencing Poppy’s difficulties finding a “sound” that is both true to herself, original, and something people actually want to hear. However, there is also a tie-in to Poppy’s previous attempts to rid herself of “the lights” or “the sun.” Meaning: something’s still missing here. As such, it seems that providing an explanation of the song’s central analogy (what is “the sun” referring to?) is now necessary, but, since we have looked through the song in detail, providing such an explanation is also now possible.
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We’re left with a final riddle of sorts: what “burns everyone,” causes distrust (“Can’t trust anyone”), pervades, persists, and interferes with one’s creative process that Poppy wishes to untether herself from (“I just wanna float away”)? Indeed, what is “the sun” here?
The previous and seemingly common answer was “depression,” but as we demonstrated, this explanation is rather lackluster. Thus, I would like to offer my own: “the sun” is an analogy for “the Spotlight,” the ever-present gaze of fans, friends, and foes on the life of the famous. How does this new explanation fare? Can it help us ‘tie things up?’ Let’s test it out and see:
Suppose that when Poppy says she is “sick of the sun,” she means she is “sick of the [Spotlight].” She is tired of always being watched and always being scrutinized (“I want it to go away”) and she wishes to unplug or untether herself from The Game all famous artists play (“I just wanna float away”) because it causes her stress or strife (“It burns everyone”) and she finds it has corrupted some (or nearly all) of the other players (“Can’t trust anyone”). In fact, she finds that the Spotlight interferes with her own personal quest to create work that remains both true to herself and original (“Can someone turn the lights down?/ … / I need to find the right sound”). Unfortunately, it appears that life in the Spotlight is not something that will simply “get better” on its own (“But every day feels exactly the same”). Sometimes, just to manage, Poppy finds the need to disconnect for a while (“I close my eyes, ‘cause it’s too bright”).
Hey, that’s not too bad. I’d even go so far as to say it’s a little “better.” Indeed, the “depression” account, which, honestly, doesn’t account for much, relies heavily on just a couple lines and plenty of armchair psychology, whereas the “Spotlight” interpretation offers a far more “decentralized” explanation of SotS. Plus, the “Spotlight” account views SotS as consistent with much of Poppy’s previous work and with external information about both her recent change of sound and her frustrations working within the competitive and conformist music industry; the “depression” account treats SotS as Poppy’s offshoot confessional on her mental health, something that she has seemingly never acknowledged elsewhere.
Look, I’m not advocating writing an essay every time you hear a song you like. I’m also not saying you ‘must’ see things the way I do. After all, “meaning” doesn’t come out of thin air—we are the ones who put it [everywhere]. So, fundamentally, all I can do is make an argument. I just want to show that we can [interpret/analyze/evaluate/whatever] “better” than we currently are. I know we can. Hell, I’ve even seen it done. That’s why I’m so tired of Genius’s “explanations” of songs explaining away all the genius. I guess you could say I’m “sick” of them.
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Bitcoin’s Volatility Is a Feature, Not a Bug
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Another suicide has made its way to media scrutiny, and crypto markets plummeting was promptly highlighted as the ultimate cause. It’s time to consider our mental health as investors in light of bitcoin’s infamous feature – volatility.
Also read: Landmark Senate Crypto Hearing Seen as Mostly Positive by Bitcoiners 
Bitcoin’s ”Death” Is Not the End of the World
Dear Reader, perhaps you’re considering a jump into the bitcoin investing pool. The waters, while choppy, seem warm and inviting. They are in a lot of ways. Prior to laying down any significant sums, it’s right and good to help you orient yourself for what’s ahead. First, you’re valued. That’s right. For decentralized currencies to work, we have to have a strange kind of faith in your being rational an actor enough to expand the network, either as an investor, hodler, or through development and mining aspects. You don’t have to be a good person necessarily, but you do have to possess at least slivers of our ethos, finding value in a trustless, borderless, payment system and currency. And that you do makes you valuable.
Contrary to portrayals in the media or government schooling textbooks, freer markets, quasi-anarchic systems such as bitcoin and crypto aren’t looking to gain at your demise. Just the opposite is true, in fact: everyone needs you to thrive, to do well. The more people having a great experience with cryptocurrencies, finding meaning within it in their own ways, the more innovation, growth, and eventual adoption. People feeling used, stupid, sorted as if this were some great Darwinian struggle for financial existence runs counter to literally everything bitcoin is about. That’s Old World thinking. That’s the Ponzi of fiat’s newer money getting into favored hands first, circulating down to the rubes later through inflation or redistribution schemes. That’s not bitcoin. That’s not us. We want you to see bitcoin/crypto as a long term project, and nothing like a get rich quick idea. You need to be very much alive to help us all get there.  
The world’s most popular decentralized currency has a large, blunt pimp hand: price volatility. It’s brutal. It slaps down those who swagger into its orbit, hoping to strike it rich. The irony is that its crazy bounces, stair climbs, parabolas are what attracted hordes in the later part of 2017. As we’ve seen, it has since been their undoing. Stories in the popular press around the globe are beginning to emerge about the aftermath, from a Washington Post feature on Kentucky’s heartbreaking community of glossy-eyed, fevered bitcoiners to South Korean news about yet another suicide in relation to crypto losses.
Bitcoin has had a price nearly since its inception, not long after. Tenths of a penny notwithstanding, its balloon in this area has been well documented. Complexity surrounds its value, and while authors such as myself feel the tech is in some ways undervalued, really no one expected the damn thing to be units of magnitude like it is now. Sure, you’ll read a variety of claims, but most of that is marketing hype for media attention. Bitcoin has the hash power. It has the miners. It has user adoption numbers dwarfing all others. It has the brand. Might it continue to be the standout among its asset class is anyone’s guess. No one can say with certainty.
Bitcoin Can Die
Bitcoin can die. It can be taken to near zero a variety of ways. The same is true for all cryptocurrencies, no matter levels of decentralization or other salient factors. If you’re considering investing in bitcoin, or if someone you know is, it’s a great time to take some giant steps back. Chances are you’ve never invested before formally in any financial realm, and cryptocurrencies are an easy way to get onboarded and make you appear to be a genius.
To be emotionally ready for crypto, however, consider the following. Pay down any consumer debt. That interest stacking up automatically eats at whatever perceived gains you’re calculating, almost defeating the purpose. A double whammy of losing at the crypto market and still having a credit card payment adds stress, to say the least. Gather up something like a budget. For three months stick to it, shaving off about twenty percent of your income as savings. By that first quarter, you should have a nice little nut relative to your earnings. During that time, check-in on the bitcoin price weekly. Read a few stories at News.Bitcoin.com every couple of days to get a sense of where the market is heading, possible trends forming. Read up on the technology: is it improving? Is its market share still there? And so on. The combination of financial discipline and crypto literacy will lessen shock and toughen you as a long term investor.
After doing your homework, allocate as much as up to half of your savings, not more, into crypto. Buying a basket of currencies is a nice, conservative way to wet your beak. Give yourself a year to see where the money goes, and during that time continue budgeting and replacing your invested savings, taking profits from crypto gains, assuming there are some, and either place those in fiat or reallocate your basket as information on the ground changes.
And do not assume participating in bitcoin and crypto means always having to spend your own money. Participation comes in a variety of ways: people earn digital dough by selling goods and services online; they also begin to take developer courses, teaching themselves the ins and outs of coding; if you’re handy with words, start a blog to educate others. Again, there are a myriad of ways to be part of bitcoin’s pioneering spirit without trying to be a hotshot investor.
Talk About It
It’s alright to have made financial mistakes. They sting a bit more because of the emphasis we place on money. And money is important. It’s a score keeper of our decision-making ability, all things being equal. It tells us a lot about ourselves. But it doesn’t tell us everything. Stories abound about later successes beginning as failures, and often over and over again. That might be your story too. Realize the best of us is guessing, that literally no one understands exactly where crypto is going, and don’t be so hard on yourself if you do lose.
Feelings of despair are natural during downturns. Just realize you’re not the only one, and that this isn’t the first time something like what’s happening has happened. Gallows humor goes a long way, making fun of yourself and that stupid initial coin offering from a Nigerian prince you sunk too much money into. Chalk it up to experience. And that gets easier to do if you approach crypto investing correctly in the first place. You won’t be completely busted. You’ll instead be wiser for the venture, and hopefully better prepared when the next proposition arises.
Religious counselors, mentors, a good psychologist, friends, and family can all be great sounding boards. Chances are they too have anecdotes about investments going sour. Hear them. Tell them. Don’t isolate yourself. Don’t believe for a second you’re not valued. You are. I need you as a reader, Dear Reader. The broader community needs your story, as maybe your goofs can help someone avoid such a mistake. But abandoning all hope is so 20th century, so analog, so government issued paper money. You’re here with us now, 21st century pioneers at the hinge of financial history, and we need your bravery to succeed.
How do you deal with price downturns? Let us know in the comment section below!
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Eye Novela Eye Cream Review (UPDATED 2017): Don’t Buy Before You Read This!
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Eye Novela Eye Cream Ingredients and Side Effects
The Eye Novela Eye Cream website does not include an image of an ingredient label, but they do advertise the key elements in the blend. Here’s a quick look at the active ingredients and what they do:
Hyaluronic Acid Wheat Protein Peptides
Hyaluronic Acid: Hyaluronic acid is a clear substance found naturally in the body helps the skin and organs retain collagen and retain moisture.
In skin care products, hyaluronic acid is used as an anti-aging agent, as it quickly hydrates dry and damaged cells, making skin appear healthier and suppler.
Wheat Protein: Some skin care products use wheat protein to help the skin retain moisture. It may also provide soothing properties to irritated skin, eliminating cracking and chafing with use. Additionally, it is thought to help reduce the appearance of wrinkles and fine lines.
Peptides: The skin naturally contains peptides—short amino acid chains that help keep skin plump, firm and wrinkle-free. Peptides penetrate deep into the skin, providing a potent defense against the visible signs of aging.
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Eye Novela Eye Cream Quality of Ingredients
Eye Novela Eye Cream has a website that glosses over some of the key ingredients used to make this product, but we don’t ever get to see an ingredient label that gives us an idea of how many filler ingredients are present, or if there are more active ingredients in the mix than those outlined above.
The official website gives us some pause, though. It looks an awful lot like many of the countless free trial scams currently circulating the web, though it does provide a bit more detail than its closest competitors.
Should this ingredient list be up to date, it goes a bit heavy on moisture-retaining ingredients, while failing to focus on more meaningful repair—there are no vitamins present, no retinol, etc. Peptides are present, but we don’t know if its Matrixyl or some other blend.
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The Price and Quality of Eye Novela Eye Cream
Eye Novela Eye Cream doesn’t exactly have a straightforward pricing structure in place. The product is only available through one of the company’s main websites (there are a few, actually). The only way to receive this product is to sign up for a free trial offer, in which you’ll be charged a small shipping and handling fee. From there, you’ll supposedly receive a 30-day supply of the cream, but you’re on the hook for a whole lot more.
Users who sign up for the trial offer are automatically billed on a monthly basis—the site calls it a non-refundable subscription fee, amounting to $89.95 every 30 days.
Aside from the fact that this is clearly an unethical business model, $90 for an eye cream is an awfully steep price point for a product that won’t disclose its full formula—particularly because this company doesn’t have a good reputation, either.
Unfortunately, there are no other channels available for purchasing Eye Novela Eye Cream. We’d advise simply avoiding this product altogether, as past customers have said dealing with this company is difficult—it’s hard to cancel these free trial offers once you’re in their system.
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Business of Eye Novela Eye Cream
The Eye Novela website consists of a single landing page, a deactivated YouTube video, and some really unprofessional web copy.
The site features several long paragraphs describing why you need this product, but never how it aims to tackle all the problems it claims to solve.
The website repeatedly mentions the free trial, but never the agreement users unwittingly sign up for upon entering the credit card information.
Despite the repetitive information, there’s no way to get in touch with the company. There’s no FAQ section for consumers to review, nor is there any way to call, email, or chat with someone ahead of placing your order.
During our research, it seems that this company has an arbitration agreement in place. What this means is, users who sign up for the free trial offer agree to enroll in a monthly subscription, and should you be dissatisfied with this arrangement, you waive your right to participate in a class action lawsuit.
Customer Opinions of Eye Novela Eye Cream
Eye Novela Eye Cream has many reports online citing the company’s fraudulent business practices. Here are many entries on RipOff Report that highlight the unauthorized charges and poor customer service tactics.
Unfortunately, the company’s bad reputation overshadows any merit this product might have as an antiaging solution. While we did find some comments, there were hardly any that vouched for the quality of the cream or made mention of any irritation or lack of results. Regardless, here’s a quick look at some of the feedback we encountered:
“Record your call, get the reps name and contact the credit card company. That’s the only way out of this deceptive automatic payment cycle.”
“The ad was written in such a way that it implied you were getting free samples. I got the product and really didn’t like it, and tried to cancel, but the rep said there was nothing they could do.”
“The disclaimer about the subscription is hidden—never saw this when I signed up. This stuff is no good, it’s no wonder the makers of this cream have to trick people into buying the product. Avoid at all costs!”
This product exists primarily as a trap—luring people in and threatening them with collection for non-payment should they cancel their credit card.
Based on the consumer experiences listed above, and several others we found online, there’s no evidence that demonstrates this is a good product that consumers can feel good about both buying, and using on their skin.
The few mentions we found from those who tried the sample stated that the product didn’t even work. People complained about the texture and complete lack of results.
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Conclusion – Does Eye Novela Eye Cream Work?
Eye Novela Eye Cream is something of a cam, that operates on misleading people with the promise of free product and hard to find fine print.
These business practices are all too common and prey on consumers who don’t easily identify these “offers” as fraudulent and deceptive.
Should you be considering a skin care product, it’s wise to stick to websites that offer a clear pricing structure, an in-depth look at the ingredients, and a company with customer service capabilities. These are all very base level requests, but so many companies don’t even offer that.
Ultimately, our opinion of this product is, it’s not worth the headache. We’ve seen no evidence that this product is effective at treating wrinkles—in fact, we’ve seen no evidence that this product even provides minimal benefits.
At $89 a month, we expect a lot from a product—Eye Novela Eye Cream offers a vague explanation of what the cream is intended to do, and from there, gives customers little insight into how the formula is supposed to work.
In the end, we believe the best course of action is to avoid any free trial offer that seems too good to be true, or requires entering a credit card number to take advantage of this “great deal.” Instead look for a product with the price clearly printed on the website (or in a store), and take a look at the ingredients. Eye creams can be expensive, and it’s a good idea to spend some time finding one that best suits your age, skin type, and expectations.
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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 1
Warning: foul language
Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader
Word count: 2k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.
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“What... What’s happening?”
Different voices sound faint in the background. I try to adjust as my sight is still cloudy. I have no idea where I am. I start to fail catching my breath as soon as I realize that I can’t feel my arms when I attempt to feel my head where there’s excruciating pain other than the rest of my body aches all over.
Although everything is dark and blurry, I noticed that I’m sitting down with my knees bent to my face, a cloth smelling of gasoline fumes covers my nose and mouth. I’m in a cramped space that I can hardly move in, some kind of a big container. I look up and I see a small hole with light shining through.
What is going on? I can hear myself breathing rapidly.
Two men appear from above me and grab me forcefully on both of my arms to stand me up as I feel another severe pain. This time it’s somewhere on my hip.
Shit, it hurts! It hurts, it hurts. It fucking hurts!
Still catching up with my breath, my sight is fading black again while I hear drilling and hammering but I can’t tell where it’s coming from. I feel myself being dragged as burns forming on my heels. I start to panic—trying to jerk every part of my body, trying to break free. I’d shout for help but my lips down to my throat are too dry as if frozen.
I must have passed out for a minute because the next thing I know is complete silence and complete darkness. Suddenly, in front of me appears another man with blood all over his hands and a sledgehammer in one. “Stay still,” he says.
I try to scream again and finally, my voice rips out the loudest that I can, “Help!”
“Shh, relax, this is just a-” 
“Dream!”
I jolt up. My pores drip with cold sweat and my heart throbs as if to break free from my ribs.
“It was just a dream,” I think out loud.
It’s been over a year since I last dreamt something about what happened when I was thirteen. I don’t even remember what exactly happened anymore. I just remember exactly how it felt, how terrifying it was. How I thought I was going to die. I’m not even sure how I survived, especially my surgeon. I received quite a beating from that event, such as severe bruises and deep cuts all over my body, internal bleeding along my insides. Two rib bones were so complicatedly twisted on my lower right flank that I needed surgery just for the doctors to fix them, which left a big scar down my side. I don’t know what’s worse: remembering how everything happened or remembering how it all felt. The memory of it all, although unclear...
I get freighted by the vibration of my phone against my nightstand. Jinki is calling.
“Lee Jinki, isn’t it too early for a flirtatious phone call? I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh, hey! I didn’t expect you to pick up right away. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just a bad dream. Gonna take a shower. I’m late for-”
“Wait! Stop by for breakfast. It’s on me.”
I roll my eyes and hang up. Jinki and I dated shortly after college for like a week or two so nothing was serious. We’re good friends now but he’s still claiming that there is still some kind of remaining spark between us. It’s getting old so I just always assume he’s joking every time he tells me that.
I decided not to wash my hair and just let it loose since I really am going to be late for work and I hate to bother going out with wet hair. I get dressed, I go for a pastel pink long-sleeved shirt tucked into a pair of high-waisted light blue jeans and my ivory cream high-top Chucks. I don’t bother for any makeup, which rarely happens, and rush out the front door then lock it behind me. 
I hop on a cab taking it that there won’t be a bus stopping any second now.
I arrive at Jinki’s café, which is just on the next parallel street of the flower shop and just two neighborhoods away from home, “Hi, I’m here,” I call out even before I spot him.
“Good morning, Y/n!” Jinki greets cheerfully with his usual bright smile. “Wait, I think there’s something different,” he gestures both of his hands on my face.
“Oh, maybe it’s because I haven’t put any makeup-”
“You’re extra beautiful today,” his smile widens, and eyes almost disappear.
“-on,” I grit my teeth at him. “You shut up, Jinki! I’ll see you later,” I walk out the glass doors and nod at the barista as thanks for opening them for me.
I flash all the way to the flower shop that my sock slips off from my heel when I walk in, to already witness an early customer.
“There she is! My favorite employee. Y/n, sweetie, please come and talk to this fine lady right here. She has a lot of questions that are far beyond my energy to handle.”
“Sorry, I’m late, Mr. Lee. And everybody knows I’m your only employee who isn’t your son,” I joke back as Taemin pops in yawning, still in his morning glory.
“And everybody also knows that my son sucks at his job,” Mr. Lee shouts and smacks the back of his son’s head then points to another customer that has just walked in, ordering him to go and entertain.
As I mind my own customer, I catch a small glimpse of the guy Taemin’s talking to, who looks unimpressed. He has dark hair in a layered bowl style with his fringe covering more than half his forehead and would’ve definitely looked cuter if he smiled. They seem to already know each other. Weird thing is I feel like I’ve met him before. Was he in one of my classes in college? Does he go to the same gym class I do? 
“For the petunia bouquet, can you add something else so it won’t look so plain?” the nice lady inquires further.
“Absolutely. Maybe I’ll add some purple azaleas or lilies, or maybe both if you’d like. What do you think?”
“Great! I’ll just entrust this on you, dear, okay?”
“No problem,” I assure her, not breaking a smile while I work the cash register for her down payment, I take one more quick look at the guy, who may now think I’m creepy so I’ll stop now. I hand over the receipt to the lady in front of me.
“Thanks! I’ll come back Friday to pick them up,” she announces.
“Thank you for coming in! I’ll make sure to ready your bouquets by then. Have a nice day!” I say, still smiling, opening the door for her to walk out.
As soon as I approach the guys, the other customer, probably coincidentally, is just walking out of the shop. I don’t know about everybody else who’s met him but he seems hostile to me. 
And really really familiar. I can’t point my finger at it. “You know him?” I ask Taemin beside me.
“Yeah, we’re in a photography class together,” he tells me. “I tend to talk to him at school but he’s kind of scary.”
“Seems likely.”
“But I like him. I think he’s better once I get to know him.”
I laugh. “Anyway, what time do your classes start this afternoon?”
“2 o’clock.”
“Great. Can you deliver those bouquets due today for me? Please and thank you!” I sweetly ask him, pointing at a big box across the counter.
“Sure thing, Noona. Tell Dad I’ll be home late tonight,” he informs me while grabbing his backpack and the box of deliveries.
“Hot date?” I tease him.
“We’re just friends,” he said with a jokingly evil grin and a wink. 
“Hey, Lee Taemin, don’t do anything stupid!”
Just like that, he’s out the door before I even finish my sentence.
Lunchtime is finally here. I’ve been arranging flowers all morning and handling customers whenever somebody comes in. Although I could never complain about my job since this is what I’ve ever wanted growing up.
I was born and raised in a different city where my parents live to this day about a two-hour drive away from here, or three hours if you took the bus since it has a lot of stops and depending on traffic. I moved to this city in my first year of college. 
My mom and dad had been tight with me growing up, especially with academics, since they both have families that got master’s degrees and PhDs. At first, I didn’t mind studying hard and graduating with honors because I didn’t really know what I wanted to be in the future at the time. However, the more I aged, the more I realized that I hated studying. I’m not smart enough like my parents and my cousins and they had no idea how hard I must have worked in order for me to please them. I hated the attention whenever I received a first-place certificate or won local quiz bees and academic decathlons because, you know what, none of the trophies and medals I earned made me happy.
When I was kidnapped and held captive in some kind of box for days, all I thought about was flowers. I was missing my mom’s garden at home, and how it smelled in the morning before I went to school. I figured that flowers were all that I drew with crayons in kindergarten. It was the highlight of my days. At the time, in that container, I had foreboded that I was going to die.
Since the universe provided me a second chance to live, that’s when my life began. I did not want to be an academic overachiever, I wanted to have fun. Since then, my parents always scolded me for getting a B or a C, but I didn’t care. At least I never neglected my studies.
The day came when I had to move out to go to college and I couldn’t be more excited. Still without neglecting my academics, I started partying almost every weekend and dated whoever I wanted. Although, I honestly have never been in love before.
The rest is history, I found Mr. Lee’s flower shop. I applied for a job here three years ago, before I graduated.
“Did somebody order lunch?” Jinki walks into the shop. “How’s my love doing?”
“Fine, thank you for asking. And shut up,” I say. “You didn’t have to do this. You already gave me breakfast.”
“Oh, no, I don’t want my girl to starve,” he winks at me.”
“Hey, Lee Jinki! Give me a break, won’t you? I’m not yours.”
“Come on, I’m kidding. It already sank into me that you’re never gonna be mine. Plus, I actually met somebody.”
“No shit, really? Who?” I ask, surprised.
“I’m not gonna tell you now. We just started seeing each other and we’re not exclusive yet. I don’t even know if she likes me.”
“Well, I’m glad to see you moving on. Let me meet her when you’re ready.” I say to him as I pinch his cheek.
“Here we go,” he says after laying out all the food on the counter.
“Looks good, thank you,” I’m always thankful for Jinki. Even though we didn’t work out as romantic partners, I’m glad we’re friends. “Oh, by the way, Kibum is coming into town this Friday.”
“Oh, great. I only got to meet him once before but I think he’s really funny. How long ago was it when he last visited?” he asks while his mouth is full with rice.
“I think it was over a month ago when he told me the news about his engagement.”
“Looks like we have a fun weekend ahead. Although I might not join you the next day since I’m going home to my mom’s.”
“Great! Say hi to her for me.”
Chapter 2
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