#that's why I've been quiet on fridays lately lol

[safyresky]

So I've started watching True Blood bc my work girlies love it and were like WE'RE DOING TRUE BLOOD NIGHTS and my GOD. It's wild?????? We've gotten to season two and I'm like WHAT. This show reads like a crazy fanfic and watching it is like, feels like it should be cringe??? And it is but like. DELIGHTFULLY SO. I think watching it with a group is adding to the experience. ANYWAY. Jason Stackhouse is the dumbest bitch alive, I LOVE Lafayette and my GOD I hope he gets to be a slutty, slutty vampire tbh

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

Collide | l.hs 이희승 | pt. 1

best friend!heesung x best friend!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation (sort of?), nipple play, heesung is cocky but only for a bit, no use of "y/n". It got sort of fluffy at the end?

synopsis: you've been having hookups for a while, but none of them have been memorable, much less good, so heesung decided you change that. Although his intentions might not be 100% pure.

wc: 5k.

a/n: this is by far not my first smut (it's literally all I write lol) but I've never posted for the enhypen fandom although I've been delusional about heesung and jake for a good while now. I have decided to break my silence. pls let me know if there are any mistakes and for sure let me know if you liked it! I actually quite enjoyed writing this as I began working on part two as soon as I finished. Also English is not my first language, I'm certain I revised this enough to avoid any grammar mistakes but thought I'd give y'all the heads up.

You arrived at Heesung's apartment late that night, just like you had warned him that you would. Given that your last date's place was near Heesung's, he had offered you to come over after your night out so that you didn't have to take a cab home. He said he'd be up playing anyway since it was a Friday night.

When you knocked, he had stood by his word. It took a few knocks and missed calls but eventually, the door opened, showing Heesung in a plain white tshirt and grey sweatpants. He welcomed you with a gentle smile, quiet as the noise rang through his headset. You nodded at him in acknowledgement and he took a step to the side to let you in.

As usual, you left your things on the couch. You signaled towards his bathroom and he nodded again, then left you alone to finish his game. You took a towel from his closet and one of his longer shirts and headed to the shower, head hanging low, letting the water run down your body when you stepped in, standing still under it, eyes closed.

Your date had been a mess.

The guy was nice; he held up to the bare minimum requirements of kindness and politeness, he payed for the bill even when you insisted for him to at least let you split it. Then he held your arm and guided you to his car like a true gentleman, where he took you to his house, layed you on his bed, and gave you the most boring, cunt-drying head and sex of your life. It felt criminal, really, that a man so handsome and well put together was such a boring and dull fuck. But there he had been, dirty blond hair parted to the side, stuck to his forehead as he sweat and heaved like a fucking pig white fucking into you, paying no mind to what you were feeling, only chasing his high.

Heesung, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about the look on your face when you stepped inside. Nor could he stop thinking about the marks that he hoped to god would be gone by morning, or your messy hair and out of place clothes, and the fact that you were willing to pull through with the plan of going to his apartment instead of staying with the guy. He picked you up, fucked you poorly (most likely), and couldn't even drive you somewhere else?

Ever since you became confident enough to put yourself out there, you've had quire the few hookups, which was unsurprising to Heesung. You were pretty, charming, and kind, and he saw those things every day. However, heesung wasn't stupid. He knew that at the end of the day, there was a good reason as to why men overall didn't have a good reputation during sex. And Heesung was someone who would love to show you a good time, but he didn't want to lose you over it.

He dreamed of it. Fantasized about it so many times— about all the ways in which he would fuck you, so good that no one else could even compare. To have you come back to him each time you even so much as think about trying to sleep with some other guy that isn't him. He'd give you the slow, teasing version of it first, taking his sweet time with each and every inch of skin until you were shaking just from the mere anticipation of feeling his cock push in, dragging out the pleasure in slow waves, praising you for enduring such intense feelings. Make you feel so good you'd cry.

If you wanted, Heesung could be rough, too. Bend you over every single piece of furniture of his apartment and yours. In his car as well, he would be lying if he said he never imagined putting you on your hands and knees on the backseat of his car whenever he picked you up from a party; have claw at the leather and leave your mark on it. Park somewhere dark and let you ride him on the driver's seat.

To be quite frank, it drove him crazy; to know that you were in his bathroom— naked in his house, and he couldn't just walk in and press you against the wall, ready to hold your weight when your knees begin to shake and buckle.

Heesung shook his thoughts away, going back to his game and trying to act normal. He unmuted himself to yell at Jake and Yeonjun, who were performing even worse than him. As they went quiet again, he heard the water stop and the bathroom door open. Your reflection appeared on his second monitor, your hair in somewhat of a low ponytail over your shoulder with a few strands on the front. Some parts of your body were clearly still damp, and his shirt stuck where there were still drops of water gathering on your skin. Heesung licked his lips, desperate to end the game and go to you, who layed comfortably on his bed, scrolling through your phone with a cold expression.

You sighed while you stared holes into Heesung's stiff back and shoulders. You showed up to his apartment knowing that he was going to be gaming with his friends, but a part of you still hoped that he would've dropped everything for like he had done sometimes, especially since today had been particularly frustrating. Still, you waited for him, just rather impatiently.

He didn't bother to say goodbye to his boys, he only turned off his computer and took his headphones off, rubbing at his red and sore ears. He turned on his chair and smiled.

��I'm done.”

“Did you win?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Heesung shook his head. “I wasn't focusing.” He shrugged. “How bad was it?"

“How'd you know it was bad?"

“You're here, aren't you?” He chuckled.

Your shoulders dropped in defeat, quietly admitting your best friend was right. Heesung's eyes softened, displaying pity as your hands came up to rub your face, leaving a red trail of pure frustration.

“He was so handsome and sweet,” You groaned into your palms. “But he barely even kissed me, or touched me.”

He gritted his teeth, eyes landing on the small, purplish spots on your neck. “You're all marked up though,” he said, trying not to let his jealousy seep into his words.

“I practically had to beg him to do anything,” you admitted, embarassed that those words even came out of your mouth.

Begged?, Heesung thought, you had to beg a random guy to do what he had been dying to do to you? He scratched at the back of his neck.

“I don't know where you keep finding these scumbags.” He stood up, walking towards the bed to sit next to you.

“Maybe they're all scumbags and I should give up, because I didn't even get to finish.”

Heesung pressed his lips together, making a thin line. He tried to think about what to say next, but words were out of his mouth before he could consider all outcomes.

“Do you still want to?”

“Want to what?” you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“Come,” he responded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you still want to come?”

Heat crept up your cheeks, your body beggining to deter from his gaze. Neither of you had ever been shy about discussing sex, or each other's sex lives—though he was much more reserved about it than you were—, but something in the atmosphere made you nervous. Something in his tone as the words came out of his mouth, something about heesung saying those words to you.

You huffed. “Well, who doesn't, right?”

His pupils were blown out in an instant. “Then let me help you.”

“Help me what?” you rolled your eyes at him, exasperated. Although he wasn't being as cryptic as you perceived him, you were just in a bad mood.

Heesung just shrugged. “Come,” he repeated, leaning closer to you. “Let me make you come.”

The whole world stopped for you, or at least that's what it felt like. Your face contorted, a thousand thoughts rushing through your mind.

Yes, it was your best friend, who you barely recognized at the moment. But you would be lying if you said his words didn't have an effect on you, his offer making you shiver. Still, you had some level of skepticism because again, he was your best friend.

“Stop playing, I'm not in the mood.” Was all you managed to push out, not feeling like being teased.

Unable to back down now —or not wanting to—, heesung took a deep breath.

“Do I look like I'm playing?”

You turn to face him, and looked for a hint, or even such as a glimpse of him being the teasing asshole that he had always been, however, he never faltered. If anything, he seemed impatient for an answer.

“I think you deserve to know what a good night feels like,” He continued.

“You think you're good?” You scoffed mockingly, already feeling your body heating up at his promises. A good night? Yes, you were in desperate need of one of those. It was nothing Heesung wasn't already aware of.

“I know I am,” he smirked.

His confidence set off something inside of you. If it turned out that he was all talk, then, you'll be damned, because god, did he know how to talk. Not only using his words, but also his whole body, as he leaned foward to press his face closer to yours. Had he always been like this or were you just noticing?

For the time you had known Heesung, you never knew him for one to sleep and mess around. He was a flirt, sure, he loved to lean in during parties to make the women around him flustered. More often than not, he would brush past them with a hand on their waist and watched as they blushed, but despite his good looks and undeniable charisma, you've never heard about him constantly hooking up, nor doing it often like you did.

Regardless, wether it was seldom or not, Heesung fucked. It was a fact, even if it seemed like he was too busy gaming and working, he had managed to fit some fun time in his packed schedule of work hours and consoles. You couldn't deny you've heard about him, given that he had unknowingly slept with two of your coworkers. It wasn't something you told him, and until this very day, he was still unaware of the fact.

But you were very aware of what had been said about him, because you heard them discuss in great detail about how good the sex had been. They had talked about everything, from the size of his cock to how he knew how to eat out a woman—and how good he looked doing it—, how many times they came and what not. It had been weird to hear about how good your best friend was in bed, but you still grew curious, dying to know if the rumours were true, and if he was the well built roman sex god they made him out to be.

He was your best friend, yes (how many times had you said it already?). Still, you weren't blind nor stupid, you could see how gorgeous he was, how hot he looked, having been flustered by him one too many times. Certain feelings harvested in you that you had pushed to the side, thinking that you would bully them away by telling yourself than a friend who just so happened to be stupidly handsome. And you had managed quite well, that until today, with Heesung infront of you, willing to give you what you wanted.

Would the sex outweigh any possible bad outcomes that may come from hooking up with the person you trust the most? Only time would tell.

“Okay,” you whispered, feeling shy under his impatient gaze.

He reached out his hand, softly cupping your chin. His thumb caressed your jawline.

“I'll be gentle.”

Your brows furrowed. “I'm not a virgin, Heesung.”

“Do you need to be a virgin for that?” He laughed, dumbfounded by your words. “Just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

Promises, promises, promises. “Are you all talk or do I have to beg you too?”

Heesung smirked. “Don't give me ideas.”

Any hesitation any of you might have still had vanished the minute your lips pressed together. Heesung moved slowly, almost forcing you to follow his lead and you obliged, sighing into the kiss. You held his nape to pull him closer, it was the only thing he let you do. He allowed you to guide him on top of you, and you spread your legs so that he could settle himself between them to kiss you deeper.

His tongue pushed against yours without a warning and you whimpered. Just the kissing had your heart threatening to shoot a hole into your chest from the inside out. Heesung had inviting lips for sure, but god, did he know how to use them.

You were desperate to have him touch you but still whined and protested when his mouth began to make its way down, stopping by your neck first, biting just below your jawline. Your hands trembled, trying to find something to hold on to until you figured the best thing to sink your nails into were his shoulders.

Heesung loved it, to know his skin would welcome anything your body gave. So mesmerized by the way you reacted to his touches, so receptive and sensitive to him. He couldn't believe it yet, that he had you on his bed, kissing you breathless.

Your back arched into him when he sucked on the skin, making sure to leave more visibly, longer lasting marks over the ones you already had. He watched as your skin became stained with a darker purple, his cock throbbing at the sight; at the thought of seeing you on his clothes, your body littered in his marks.

He raised your shirt over your breasts. You reached for the hem of the shirt to pull it over your head to give him more space to do what he wanted more comfortably. He stopped you immediately, though.

“I wanna fuck you in my shirt,” he confessed, trying not to show his desperation.

His words almost were enough to make you moan, and you realised you weren't turned off by the idea of being owned in some way, especially if it was Heesung who did. Or perhaps you were just incredibly horny, and he had started to play with one of your nipples between his fingers, the other one going into his mouth.

With your hand gripping his head tightly, you pushed him towards your chest. He swirled his tongue around the bud in acknowledgement of your actions, which made you buck your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction. You could feel your panties sticking to your skin, was it normal to be this wet just from kissing?

It was probably how it should have been with your date, or with any of the other guys you had slept with. But only you had managed to get yourself to that state, alone in your room with your fingers, and now Heesung with his skilled mouth licking and swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples, his hips pressed against your cunt to keep you from squirming or pressing your legs together. You took the opportunity to grind yourself against him, feeling the outline of his already hard cock on your shorts. The whine he let out was long and needy.

“Heesung,” you moaned, nudging at his shoulder to push him away. “More.”

Heesung's knees buckled at your pleads.

“Beg a little more, baby.” He instructed. He pressed a soft kiss between your breasts, where a drop of sweat had begun to roll down. “Say my name again.”

Heesung found himself hypnotized by the way you moaned out his name. The way you tried to shove him down to get him to go between your legs just made him want to tease you more.

“heesung please, please, fuck—,” you babbled. “God, stop teasing me.”

“No god here, just me,” Heesung smirked at you.

Thankfully, what you said had been enough. He made his way down slowly, ghosting his hands over your waist as he directed his kisses from your abdomen until his lips met the hem of your shorts. He pushed them to the side and stared at your white panties now turned transparent from the wetness. And he almost couldn't believe it was for him. A bunch of thoughts passed through his mind that he didn't dare to voice; how he had wanted this for so long, how he was hoping you would come to your senses and realize how much better he was than all the other guys you had gone out with. How he hoped this would absolutely ruin you, and make you feel like you will never find something out there that could compete. The thought of this possibly being a one time thing, and that you could run off to some other douchebag was nauseating.

He offered himself up expecting that, by the end of the night, he'll own you.

It wasn't something that he wanted to keep thinking about. All he wanted was to hear more of your pretty sounds. You gasped when he yanked down your shorts, leaving on your underwear just to mess with you and make you desperate for him. He glided his thumb over your cunt, occasionally putting pressure on your clit but never quite staying there. Your legs and hips twitched, your pathetic attempt to guide his finger. Loud moans and whines kept pouring from your lips as you tried to get him where you wanted.

“Have any of those assholes ever gone down on you?” he asked, sort of absent.

Had they? You weren't really sure. Sometimes they would kiss between your legs, a few licks here and there before they pushed their cock in, but never like what your friends have told you it was like. Jealousy burbled in your stomach whenever you heard them talk about it— the unimaginable pleasure, the look on the man's face he ate them out like his life depended on it. You have had a glimpse, a very bad one, but you had almost felt what it was like. However, at the end of the day, it was mostly you on your knees with your mouth stuffed.

Ultimately, you decided to tell him exactly that. “Yeah, but not really. It's usually me who does.”

Heesung clicked his tongue, completely displeased by your answer. It pissed him off, sort of, at least enough to pull your panties down and finally beginning to live up to his promise. He flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit, to which your body immediately reacted, forcing a whimper out of you.

His hands forced your legs open as far as they would go, taking full control, leaving you defenseless under his relentless mouth and tongue. Same tongue he pushed inside you, thrusting it into your hole, feeling you squeeze him. The way your walls tightened around his tongue turned him impatient, dying to get that same feeling on his cock. But you were his priority right now, and he would have time to feel you soon enough.

The orgasm that you had been longing for since you accepted your date felt closer than ever, with heesung's nose hitting your clit, and his tongue moving inside you. He then reached up to suck on your clit that kept getting more and more swollen the more his lips would close around it, rolling his tongue over it. As he kept playing with it, he teased his finger on your entrance, gathering your slick on it and sliding it in with little to no effort, your body welcoming him instantly. He found himself stretching you further in no time, slowly pushing in a second finger and curling both of them.

“Feel good baby?” he mumbled. It was uncommon for him to ask those types of questions, since he would rather have girls show him. But from you, he wanted to hear it, he needed to hear it.

The question almost sounded stupid in your ears.

“So fucking good,” you breathed out. “So fucking close.”

All of the rumours were true, and Heesung absolutely looked hot pleasuring a woman, smiling to himself, looking drunk and fucked out just from it, his only goal to have you finish thanks to him. He was good, exactly like he said he was, making your eyes roll back, a thing you had only thought possible in porn, and just by using his mouth. And he still had yet to fuck you.

The pace of his fingers and tongue quickened, your moans got louder along with it. Edging you was something he considered, feeling you so close, having the power to just stop all at once and leave you hanging.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you before he could make a decision, and fuck if it wasn't one of the hottest things he had ever witnessed; how your back arched and your feet lift off of the bed as the highest peak of pleasure you had ever felt invaded your body in waves, body convulsing onto his hand in time with the loud, borderline screams of his name. It had gotten to the point you had to kick at his shoulders for him to pull away, sensations quickly turning painful.

If that's how you were gonna feel on his cock, he was certain that he was not going to last long.

“Shit, Heesung, that was—”

"I'm not done with you, sweetheart,” he interrupted. “I barely just started.” He chuckled, begging to pull down his sweatpants, revealing the wet patch of precum on his underwear. “Look what you did to me.”

Your eyes never stopped following his hands as he hooked his fingers om his boxers to finally free his cock from being smothered by the fabric, standing proudly against his abdomen, heavy. Something in your stomach fluttered with a twisted exciment of what was about to happen, especially when he wrapped his hand around it to stroke it slowly, almost teasing himself.

And you let him, watching him try to relieve himself; his mouth open, panting, so focused on aliviating his arousal that he almost forgot you were there. That until both of your eyes met, the atmosphere in the room getting heavier by the minute

Heesung stopped moving his hand. “Come spit on it, baby,” he instructed. “Get it ready.”

A breath got stuck in your throat at his words. That hadn't been the nastiest thing you heard, you had been said and called way worse. But the way he look and sounded while he made his request, knelt in front of you, hair out of place and lips dark pink and glossy from eating you out made him look and sound so utterly dirty, so much so that your body reacted way before you did, already crawling to him before he could finish that sentence fully.

You looked straight into his eyes as you opened your moth, a long string of saliva falling from your tongue in slow motion until it met the head of his cock. He looked right back at you as he spread it across his length. Heesung muttered curse after curse as you laid back down, and was quick to settle himself between your legs once more.

His tip pressed against your entrance, and you felt the stretch almost immediately, hissing and putting your hand on stomach as a reflex. He held your wrist gently, used his grip to pull your hand up to his face, pressing a soft kiss on your palm. His eyes fluttered shut as your warm skin came into contact with his lips. And when you moved to cup his cheek, he leaned into the touch instantly. You began to tease his bottom lip, running your thumb over it, and as he sunk himself even further, he caught it between his teeth, gently grazing them against your semilong nails, until he finally closed his mouth around it. He hummed.

It took Heesung a while to bottom out inside you, and you moaned and whined all the way through it; from the pain of being stretched open and from the pleasure of being stretched open. He moaned as well, as his hips met your pelvis, with your walls fluttering around his cock. His thoughts were going at a thousand miles, all of them screaming at him to really, really fuck you into the mattress. But he stayed put for the sake of your enjoyment, he had promised you a good night and he was going to drag it out as much as he could for your and his enjoyment.

Still with your thumb between his lips, he began to slowly move his hips, barely pulling out before pushing back in to get you used to his girth. You gripped his bicep with your free hand, scratching down on his skin until the sting started to dissipate. You took notice of the way he held his breath as the speed began to increase, moaning and groaning when you squeezed him in.

It was dizzying, how you felt him everywhere. In your hand, with his moans vibrating on your palm; inside you as he dragged his cock, barely managing to pull out an inch before diving back in, pressing himself against you as much as he could so that he was fully settled inside your walls. Due to his cocky attitude, you didn't take him for the type of guy to be vocal. But there he was, whining louder and louder, almost uncontrollably, and that only turned you on more. The fact that you, too, were making him feel good and he was not afraid to show it.

You weren't usually this pliant and submissive, preferring to put up a little bit of a fight, managing to make guys submit to you instead as you took the lead. With Heesung, though, it was different, whether it was because was mesmerizing or because you had never felt such heightened pleasure, it was clear that he had control from the moment he got closer to you before he made his offer. And you could take control, probably, but you didn't want to. You wanted Heesung to do the work, to prove himself.

Which he was, taking on a pleasurable rhythm that had you moaning louder than him. One of his hands found the plush of your hips and gripped onto it for leverage to angle himself. The other one traveled from your chest all the way down to your clit, rubbing messy circles with his thumb, making you throw your head back into the pillows, along with a cry of his name.

The echo of his skin hitting against yours fueled him. Heesung didn't know where he should be looking at, if at your beautifully contorted face, with your eyes closed shut and your lips parted, or down, to where a white ring of your slick began to sorround the base of his cock each time he pulled out, noises growing increasingly wetter.

“You're driving me fucking insane,” he grunted.

There was no response from you, only whines of pleasure as you neared your second release. His thumb circled faster, not too hard, but enough to send all of your senses into overdrive, encouraging you to reach your climax, dying to know if you'd feel as good on his cock as you did on his fingers. And although he was dying to kiss you, he held back his urges just to see your face as you came, with your legs closing around his waist, your body slightly convulsing off the bed. It was nothing short of delightful.

You attempted to catch your breath, but heesung didn't give you time to process your intense orgasm as he flipped you onto your stomach. He pressed your cheek into the mattress and accommodated your lower half as he pleased. You were barely able to hold your ass up in the air for him, your knees weak as he entered you again. Only then did you register that you had come twice already, but had yet to see or feel a single drop from him.

“You are fucking insane,” you groaned, teary eyed.

He chuckled, movements coming to a halt. “I made you come twice and you still complain? Tsk. Greedy.” He dug his nails into your hips, making you wince. “Sorry you're tired, but it's my turn now.”

With that, his thrusts resumed, opting for a quicker, rougher pace than before, clearly turning a bit more selfish and now after his own release. The new position allowed him to reach deeper, making you press yourself back onto him to meet him halfway, chasing the sensation despite the pang of pain from having orgasmed so recently.

Heesung leaned down to bite onto your shoulder, in the pace where his tshirt wouldn't cover, making sure to engrave his teeth into your skin, hoping the next man you tried to sleep with would be turned off by the markings. He let go when you complained, kissing and licking onto it instead, whispering more soft apologies, although both of you knew that he wasn't sorry at all.

After a while his thrusts became more erratic, losing any pacing he tried to maintain. The grip on your hips was bruising, but you thought you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded in between his moans.

You reached down between your body and the matress, struggling to reach your clit as Heesung's thrusts moved and pressed you against the sheets. Your motions were slow and light despite the harsh snapping of heesung's hips, slowly building up the pressure in your lower stomach until any discomfort you felt was gone, your fingers now matching his speed, mindless of the way your cunt tightened around him almost painfully.

He didn't stop nor slow down, not even as he came. Loud moans spilled from his lips, attempting to drag out his release as much as he could. And you followed soon after, body giving out under heesung to lay flat onto the bed, breathing heavily. He spread your legs carefully to not miss the way his cum oozed out of you, dripping down onto your folds. You turned your head back as best as you could, and through the mess of hair on your face, you still caught the way he smiled to himself as he watched.

“This is video worthy,” Heesung murmured, dragging his fingers up your cunt to fuck his cum back into you. “You're gonna make me hard again.”

You squirmed away from him, kicking at his sides. “Stop it,” you whined, then whined again as he pulled his fingers out languidly, the sight so painfully naughty it almost made you ask him to fuck you again. However, you were too tired to even hold yourself up.

Heesung's whole demeanour changed, and he was back to being just him; playful and soft spoken. “Sorry,” he chuckled, the only time it sounded like he actually meant it. He hovered over you, moving your hair to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck.

It made you sigh, muscles finally relaxing, and your hearbeat now back to normal. Or sort of normal.

For the sake of the moment, you tried not to think about anything; about the fact that you just had the most intense and amazing sex with your best friend, no other. And you had to admit that you were kind of sad about the fact that it was over, and that it was probably gonna be a one time thing to protect the friendship. So you allowed yourself to be held by him, pushing any and all thoughts to the back of your mind.

“You're beautiful, you know?” he whispered against your skin.

He was making it way too hard.

“Not so bad yourself,” you mumbled jokingly. Heesung was fucking beautiful, too. “M'gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

“Sleep, then,” he smiled.

“Thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“The dick, and the kisses.”

Heesung couldn't help but laugh, a loud but oddly comforting sound as you began to drift off.

“Anytime.”

[angelicsoka]

SARA, l. hughes

word count | 1.3k

pairings | luke hughes x fem!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x reader, platonic!jack hughes x reader

summary | luke’s girlfriend has suffered in silence for too long, and luke noticed the warning signs too late

warnings | HEAVY themes of suicide and suicidal ideation, mentions of self-harm and depression, underage drinking and smoking, mentions of blood. ANGST ANGST ANGST, open ending, this is not a happy fic, luke is fucking oblivious. based on the song sara by we three. no use of "y/n". lowercase intended

a/n | this is my first time posting in here so i'm still figuring out how this all works lol. this is NOT proofread. also this is probably the darkest thing i have ever really written.

little sara, you're a diamond in the rough

and i know that you don't hear this all enough

and i'm sure that's why your wrists have tons of cuts

and i'm sure that's why you think you're not enough

fingers traced over the faded scars and onto the raised ones, the urge more than she can handle. but she deserved this. she deserved to feel so shitty, she was shitty. she ruined everything good she had, her relationships and job. a repeated process, be happy for a while and then fuck everything up. “who would care if she fucked one more thing?” was the thought that ran through her head, crimson covering the sink.

your mind can only think about the things it shouldn't

your brain is filled with thoughts of wishing that ya didn't

little sara, perk your ears up, try to listen

but she can't hear a sound because she's locked in a prison

the room was loud, but the noise sounded so far away as she dazed off. she was brought back to reality by luke swinging his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close. the sudden movement made her quietly hiss as her arm brushed against him, the fresh wounds in the back of her mind. she forced a smile on her face, looking to luke who gently kissed her forehead. he offered her a beer, to which she took, ignoring the concerned look on quinn’s face. she had been drinking all night  but luke didn't have to know that. it slowed the thoughts, so how could it be a bad thing?

luke began to chat with his brothers and their friends, oblivious to the smile that had dropped from her face. oblivious to the fact that she was practically chugging the beer in hopes to stop the horrible thoughts that had begun to invade her brain once more.

and she was oblivious to the concerned looks of her boyfriend and friends as she abruptly got up, walking outside. she sat down, pulling the cigarette from its box, lighting it. she took a drag, jumping when a voice spoke up:

“you’re killing yourself, you know that?” she whipped her head around to see quinn standing there with his hands in his pockets. “does luke know you smoke?”

“why do you care?” she snapped, turning to look back at the yard. it was quiet, crickets chirping being the only thing making noise. she ignored quinn as he sat beside her, taking another drag. she held back her tears, not wanting to break down in front of her boyfriend’s oldest brother.

“he loves you, you know? the way he looks at you says it all. you're good for him. i don’t think i've seen him this happy in a long time.” she forced a small smile at quinn’s attempt to comfort her. he was lying, he had to be, because who could love a fuck up like her?

all your friends they wanna smoke 'cause it's a friday

but you've been smoking straight probably since last sunday

i know you know you shouldn't say that you are okay

but you still look 'em in the eye and lie then go to use your ashtray

she was high, but when was she not? the boys passed around the blunt, each taking drags from it. they were joking around, jack and trevor wrestling beside her. luke held her close, his fingers gently running down her arm. she ignored the burning sensation that occurred when luke’s fingers accidentally brushed over her wound, a smile plastered on her face. luke seemed to be the only who didn’t notice that the smile didn’t meet her eyes. she huffed out a laugh at a joke made by cole, settling her head against luke’s shoulder. for a moment, she felt happy; carefree. 

that all ended when that singular thought crossed her mind: they hate you. such a simple thought, but she felt as though she had been sucker punched. she subtly shifted off of luke, who seemingly didn’t notice. she twiddled with her thumbs, ignoring the feeling of someone looking at her. she felt jack nudge her, handing her the blunt. she accepted it, unable to really meet his eyes. “you okay?” quinn mouthed to her when she met his eyes. 

“yeah.” she lied through her teeth, averting her eyes and grabbing the ashtray.

little sara, last night, you got it bad

in that moment, you could barely even

add up two or three reasons why you're glad

and i guess that's why you grabbed your pen and pad

it was 6:14, and you could barely even read

all the words you'd written down when it was time for you to leave

your phone was on the ground and you could barely hear it ring

couldn't even hear a sound, couldn't feel a single thing

nights were the worst. being alone in her thoughts led to serious consequences, this night no different. she did what she was suppose to, all the coping skills she had learned. still, she couldn’t come up with any reason to stick around, which is why she now sat at her desk, scribbling rapidly. she couldn’t hardly read the words on the paper, tears cascading down her rosy cheeks as she practically destroyed her desk in search of the blade. the distance sound of her phone ringing stopped her for a moment, the contact name and picture for luke clear on her phone. she pushed the second-guessing thoughts aside, muting the call.

luke swore when she once again did not pick up, the text that started this now open: i love you, lukey. i hope you can forgive me. he swore to himself, angry that he had missed the signs. as he thought about it, the signs were so clear, how could he have not noticed? he begged for jack to drive faster, dialing her number once more. luke wiped his tears as jack sped up, praying for her to be okay. he hoped he would make it in time, to be there when she needed him most.

now it's 6:15, and you're on your knees

blood is on your sleeves, and your lungs won't breathe

eyes are watering, body's shivering

and you're wondering what is happening

now it's 6:23, and they're on their knees

begging "jesus please, can you make her breathe?"

'cause they finally see what was happening

underneath their nose and underneath your sleeves 

she sat against her bed, sobs racking through her body. her chest was tight, her breaths short as she began to lose consciousness. she began to shiver uncontrollably, curling into herself to create any kind of warmth. she looked up when the door was kicked in, her vision blurring. her eyes fluttered close as luke ran to her side, her life slowly leaving her body. 

“get something to stop the bleeding!” luke yelled to jack who was frozen under the doorframe. he snapped out of it, grabbing the blanket that was balled up on her bed. he began to put pressure on her wounds as luke pleaded with her to wake up. they continued this until the paramedics arrived, luke hesitant to leave her side. for the first time in a long time, luke cried into his brother’s shoulder. and he swore to himself that he would never miss the signs again.

she can barely see the pavement

she can barely read the signs

people think she's complicated

but never wanna look inside

'cause she's a little too r-rated

and they're a little too damn blind

she's just looking for her angels

but they're a little hard to find

[lovelyhan]

Kai hi! Don't know how and why but, I've been experiencing severe Seventeen brainrot in general so, I'm here to supply hard thoughts. (Also, I reread the JeongCheol x Reader trilogy you wrote and it remains a favourite of mine.)

I don't know who to start with so, I'll go with my man lol. The thought of being forced to cum on Cheol's ridiculously thick fingers makes me need to sit down. You know he'd be running his mouth too and, telling you how good you're doing for him.

the svt brainrot is well-deserved <3 and JAAHFJHD i'm so touched you reread inflection point thank you so much TT BUT HELLO? being forced to cum on cheol's fingers.... [kai.exe has stopped working]?!??!?

it kind of reminds me of the oneshot i wrote after he posted those pics on ig :| his fingers,,, what i'd do to get to cum around them /gen,, you can treat this drabble as a short continuation to that fic :3c

⟣ forced orgasm with cheol ⟢ wc: 0.8k words minors do not interact!

Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.

When he tells you he'll pick you up at seven o'clock on a Friday evening despite his harrowing schedule, he'll pull up at the curb in front of your apartment with five minutes to spare. When he promises to call you every night he's away on tour, he'll phone you despite the time differences, and the fact that he sounds way too tired to be asking you about your day.

So when your boyfriend promises to stuff you full the next time you see each other, you know better than to call his bluff.

About twenty minutes since he hung up, you hear the telltale knocking on your door. You don't bother putting your underwear back on -- fully confident of the identity of your late-night visitor.

It's safe to say that when Seungcheol sees you behind the crack in the door wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top with your pert nipples straining against the fabric, you were completely at his mercy.

You don't even make it back to your room. Seungcheol simply brushes past you and makes himself comfortable on your couch -- dark eyes hooded with equal parts arousal and disappointment as he manspreads all over the cushions. Fuck.

"If I wasn't the one who was outside, what would've you done then?" he asks gruffly. "I didn't know you were such a fucking slut, princess. Answering the door wearing nothing but that top of yours. Might as well have done it naked."

You humor him with a laugh before striding over to take a seat on one of his thighs, making a mess of his sweatpants as you rub your needy pussy all over the fabric.

"That's just how badly I need you, Cheol," you whimper, sliding your hips against his thigh for the friction you've been craving since you saw those pictures he posted. When you feel those big, warm hands of his sliding up your thighs, you can't help the moan that spills from your lips.

"Turn around and sit on my lap," he commands, and you're much too willing to comply.

The moment your back is pressed against his broad chest, Seungcheol pries your legs apart -- gathering your slick between his fingers before prodding your lips with them. When your boyfriend whispers a quiet, "That's my girl," you practically preen at his praise.

And that's how you find yourself writhing on your boyfriend's lap as he fucks you open on his thick, large fingers -- whining and crying as your walls clamp down on each digit. Seungcheol deigned to start with three, as you've already loosened yourself up during that sultry phone call you shared before he came over, and he delights in how depraved you are from his mere fingers alone.

"Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you?" he rasps, sinking those digits into your cunt before curling them just so. "You miss me that much, baby? Want to keep me all to yourself?"

"F-Fuck, Cheol!"

You can't even bring yourself to respond. He's so thick, and so, so deep, and he hasn't even brought out his dick yet. But when your brain manages to make you remember how you felt seeing all those fans thirsting for your boyfriend, you end up hissing through your teeth as you grind down on his hand.

"Mine, mine, mine. You're mine," you mewl, barely hearing the sound of Seungcheol's amused laughter before he smashes your lips together.

"All yours, princess," he whispers, and you cry out when those few, subtle words end up becoming the catalyst for your inevitable release.

But even as your walls spasm around his fingers, Seungcheol is relentless. He continues fucking into your cunt with unending fervor -- as if he means to engrave the idea of how much he's missed you as well into your body. You're practically twitching on his lap as he mumbles an incoherent string of words against the skin of your neck, but you're not exactly in the right headspace to tell him off.

"My beautiful baby, always so pretty when you cum for me," is what you first hear when the white noise finally recedes from your ears. You realize that you're still moving your hips despite the overstimulation, so fucking desperate to have any part of him inside you again. "You want more? I've fucked you stupid with my fingers alone, and you still want more?"

You do. You do want more.

"I remember a certain someone saying he'll blow my back out the moment he's back here with me," you sigh, tilting your head so you can kiss the corner of his mouth. "Is he going to make good on his promise?"

The ravenous glint in his eyes is enough of an answer. After all...

Choi Seungcheol is a man of his word.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Falling Apart | Jeno Imagine #10

Title: Falling Apart

Genre: Angst, friends to lovers (kinda)

Warnings: mentions of drinking, reader has a breakdown (nothing new lol)

Word Count: ~1.1k

Author's Note: Lately, it feels like I've been trapped in the dark again (but I'm okay). But I can't help but put whatever is going on my head into words, and I chose Jeno for this because he seems like that type of friend who's silently there for you. He's very caring with his members, like how he was by Jisung's side when he was crying at the Dream Show 1. Jeno is the type of person I would trust being vulnerable with. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading ^ ^

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Jeno could hear the faint sound of beer cans shifting within the bag as he walked up the stairs to your apartment. The dark sky above him was illuminated by the usual city lights, along with the full moon casting its glow tonight. 

As he neared your place, an unusual wave of nervousness washed over him. His decision to come here had been an impulsive, last-minute choice on his part. Earlier, he had been at Chenle’s house with the others for their bi-monthly movie night. However, he was perplexed when he saw your message in the group chat saying you couldn’t make it tonight. While the guys did express their wishes that you were here with them, Jeno felt your absence more than anyone in the room.

He wasn’t really thinking when they were onto the second movie, and Jeno decided he couldn’t take it anymore. With most of the guys already asleep, he slipped out of Chenle’s place without drawing any attention. Eighteen minutes later, Jeno found himself standing outside your apartment. He hesitated for a moment before pressing the doorbell, anticipating your reaction.

Your surprise was evident when you opened the door, and a slight blush was quick to form across your cheeks. Your current attire wasn’t exactly fitting for socializing, as you wore a white long-knit cardigan over your dark gray house clothes. 

Despite feeling embarrassed, you greeted him softly. “Hey Jeno. Aren’t you supposed to be at Chenle’s?”

“Yeah, but it didn’t feel the same without you there,” Jeno mumbled sheepishly, scratching his head before holding up the black plastic bag in his hand. “And I thought you might want some company since it’s a Friday night and all.”

His words caused a small smile to spread across your face. However, you were conflicted because a part of you didn’t want to let him in, knowing you weren’t in the right state to see people. But you didn’t have the heart to turn him away, knowing he came all the way here to be a good friend. So reluctantly, you took a step back and opened the door further so he could come inside.

Jeno quickly removed his sneakers and eagerly followed you into the living room. The two of you settled on the floor by the coffee table. The canned beer was cold against your fingertips as you opened them, the soft click of the tabs echoing in the quiet room. 

The two of you exchanged quiet smiles as your cans clinked against each other in a toast. Your chins lifted in sync as you both took your first sips of the alcoholic beverage. Shortly after you placed your can down on a coaster, Jeno followed suit.

“You doing okay?” he asked, breaking the short silence between you two.

The concern in his question was understandable, considering your lack of presence at a gathering that even the most antisocial person, like yourself, wouldn’t typically miss. 

You responded almost too quickly, letting out a light chuckle. “Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

However, Jeno could see through your feigned nonchalance. He somewhat predicted you’d brush him off, given he’s known you for over a year. In your friend group, there was Donghyuck and Chenle who were always the loudest, with Renjun occasionally joining in to argue. Then there was Mark and Jisung trying to be the mediators, while he and Jaemin watched things unfold in amusement. Out of everyone, you were always the quiet one, seemingly unperturbed by anything. 

“You can be honest with me, (Y/n),” he insisted gently.

Your fingers curled around the green can, applying slight pressure. He caught a flicker of vulnerability passing through your eyes before you lowered your gaze to the wooden table.

“I just…I just feel like I’m falling apart,” you confessed quietly, your resolve finally crumbling.

You paused to exhale shakily, feeling the weight of your emotions that you’d kept bottled up long past their expiration date. 

“I’m so tired of holding it all together,” you said, your voice cracking with emotion. “Pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Jeno listened carefully and nodded lightly in understanding. “You don’t have to pretend with me. Suppressing your emotions won’t make them disappear.”

Before you could register it, your cheek began to feel wet and your hands instinctively moved to cover your eyes. Fresh, hot tears soaked through your fingers as your shoulders trembled. You tried to stop the flow, but they continued unabated.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, the self-conscious part of you horrified at the act of crying in front of someone. And not just anyone, but Jeno.

The dark-haired male reached out to gently pat your shoulder. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his touch offering a comforting presence. Despite feeling humiliated, you sensed the sincerity in his words.

“It’s just…everyone expects me to be strong and level-headed when I’m not either of those things in reality,” you sobbed, tears continuing to spill out mercilessly. “No one can see that I’m suffering. No one cares.”

Although Jeno wasn’t great at showing it, hearing this from you made his heart sink. He had no idea you had been fighting this mental battle. Shame filled him for not recognizing your struggles sooner. 

With his hand still on your shoulder, he spoke softly. “I care, (Y/n). More than I probably should, actually.

Amidst your breakdown, you picked up on the subtle implication in his response and your gaze flickered up to look at him with confusion. 

A small sigh left Jeno’s lips. He didn’t intend for his feelings to be revealed in this way. But this was not the time to have that conversation. 

“I know you don’t need a confession right now,” he said, shaking his head before meeting your eyes once more. “But…can I hug you?”

At first glance, Jeno didn’t seem like the type of person to be physically affectionate, even with friends. However, after knowing personally you learned just how much of a softie he could be. Of course, he wasn’t touchy with you out of respect. But you often witnessed this behavior with Jaemin since they were pretty close.

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding with uncertainty. Usually, you weren’t someone who liked to be physically comforted—or perhaps you weren’t used to it. Yet, the idea of being hugged by Jeno didn’t sound too bad at that moment.

So you nodded, and he scooted over to wrap his arms around you. His embrace was firm yet gentle, not overwhelming. Enveloped in Jeno’s arms, you felt a warmth spread through your chest, a sense of solace you hadn’t known you needed. He let you cry into his shoulder, patting your back soothingly.

Despite the chaos of your inner turmoil, your feelings for Jeno didn’t feel so platonic anymore after that night. Or maybe there had always been something there that you never gave a second thought to before. Either way, Jeno was the safest place for you right now. 

Even as everything seemed to fall apart, he was there to reassure you that you didn’t have to be alone anymore.

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[your-divine-ribs]

Good Touch

Words: 4.6k

A very stressed out Van comes into your salon for a massage so you help him to relax in the best possible way… I wrote this just after the Cardiff 2022 gig got cancelled 😭 // Just pure self-indulgent smut because I fancy this man so bad I have no other excuse lol sorry 😂

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"I'm so glad we're nearly done for the day, I can't wait to get home. Thank god I've not got any more clients."

Your colleague and salon receptionist Naomi looks up as you push through the door after heading back from a much needed coffee break. A small frown creases her forehead.

"Actually Y/N, you do have another client. He was a late booker from this morning. Haven't you seen it in the diary?"

"No..." Your heart sinks as she slides the appointment book towards you across the counter, squinting at Naomi's practically indecipherable scrawl. "Mr... what? Mr McCarr? McCaw? Don't recognise the name. He's not a regular then..."

Great, you sigh to yourself. A brand new client last thing on a Friday. These days your diary is full of satisfied repeat bookers and you've got to know all of them well during your time at the salon. It's almost like you can forget you're working at times, you just switch on the relaxing music and chat to them whilst you massage away their tension knots and usually their worries too. It's often soothing even for you, but this week has been long and exhausting and the thought of making polite conversation with a total stranger for a whole session when you're ready to go home is totally draining.

Well... let's just hope he's one of the quiet ones who just wants to lie there and zone out.

"It's actually McCann... excuse my terrible writing!" Naomi laughs. "But yeah he's new. He came in grumbling about his manager ordering him to come for a session. He's had some shit go down at work or something... I don't know. He was pretty vague, mumbling like he really didn't wanna be here."

You look quickly towards the treatment room door which is thankfully shut. "He's already here?"

"Uh-huh," Naomi nods, scrunching up her face. "He looks like shit... really stressed out... like maybe he's not slept for a month." She grins mischievously. "Shame really as I reckon he'd be proper fit normally!"

"Naomi!" You exclaim in a hushed whisper, stepping over in alarm. "For Christ's sake keep your voice down!"

Naomi just shrugs, unfazed, tapping her manicured fingernails on the counter. "He won't hear, the door's shut. Chill out! Anyway, enjoy... he's booked in for a full body massage!"

Her eyebrows shoot up suggestively at the final few words, but you don't partake in her smutty behaviour. You've always prided yourself on your professionalism. You'll just go in and do your job... work your magic... in forty-five minutes you'll have another satisfied customer.

You take a deep breath and open the door...

You should have realised. You should have put two and two together, but why would you? Okay... McCann isn't exactly a common name, but the thought of having a real-life, living, breathing, famous rockstar casually dropping into your salon is the last thing you'd expect on a Friday afternoon.

But sure enough there he is, larger than life and a hundred times more handsome than his videos on YouTube, perched on the edge of the treatment bed wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black boxers. Very tight-fitting actually, you note, quickly wrenching your eyes upwards to meet his sparkling blue gaze and his awkward looking slightly crooked smile.

"Alright love?" He greets you in that familiar tone that you've grown to love by watching every interview of his that you've scoured the internet for.

You're flustered even though you tell yourself that you shouldn't be. In your line of work you deal with clients in various states of undress all day, every day. It's just that they're not normally Van McCann, singer of your favourite band. The very same band who've just brutally broken your heart and put a serious dint in your finances by pulling out of a stadium gig you'd been set to attend only weeks away. You'd been devastated and frustrated, not to mention fuming about the band's lack of communication with their loyal and dedicated fanbase, but all of a sudden those feelings of resentment take a backseat to your utter shock at having this most elusive of your idols sitting there before you, eyes glowing with a subtle kind of amusement at your stunned expression.

"Oh... errr sorry... wasn't I supposed to get my kit off yet?"

"Yes... yes... of course!" You blurt, checking yourself when you realise you sound overly eager, making out you're clearing your throat so you can take a moment to compose yourself, forcing your inner fangirl back into hiding. "I mean, sure. I can't massage you fully dressed now, can I?"

Van nods but his smile slips as you step forward to retrieve a towel off the bale on the wall, and now you're a little closer you can see what Naomi was talking about. The skin under his eyes looks dark-tinged and puffy, his skin sallow under the lighting. He sighs under his breath as he gets to his feet. "Might as well get this over and done with then."

His comment makes you bristle slightly but you recall Naomi's earlier comment and you take the chance to explore his lack of enthusiasm. "Oh, my colleague mentioned something about your manager making you come? You don't sound too thrilled about it. Most people love coming for a treatment. It's therapeutic you know."

"Yeah well... I don't need therapy," he says quickly, his voice tight and defensive. You've obviously hit a nerve. You hadn't realised that you'd stepped back, recoiling, but Van notices. He looks immediately embarrassed, offering an apologetic smile, pushing a hand through his hair as he talks.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap... it's just... errr... it's just I've really been going through it at the moment. Things have been... difficult... really difficult." His eyes dart around the room before they meet yours again. "You could say pretty much everything I touch is falling apart these days."

You're full of intrigue, literally bursting with curiosity to find out the reason behind the band's demise, but he's made no reference to show that he  knows that you're aware of who he is. In fact you think he probably suspects you don't and he's relieved about that. Despite your desperation to find out the band's fate you really can't probe him. You don't want to scare him off, but you also don't want to treat an unwilling client. It just doesn't feel right.

"Look... I'm really sorry to hear that, but I probably shouldn't treat you if you don't want to be here..."

Van cuts you off, looking contrite. "It's not that I don't want to be here, really. Please don't take offence. It's just that I don't know how a bloody massage is supposed to miraculously cure all of my problems, that's all."

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, and you smile back, holding out the towel to him which he accepts.

"I'm sure it won't... but it will relax you, I can promise you that. You can just lie back and close your eyes and check out of real life for a little while. C'mon, why don't you just try it? You might like it. Let me take care of you for a bit."

Oh... you hadn't meant it to come out quite like that, so intimate-sounding. You feel your cheeks begin to warm as his grin widens.

"Well, if ya put it like that how can I resist? I'm sure I'll be in very capable hands! Now... how do you want me... on the bed?"

His last line's said innocently enough but there's an underlying cheekiness simmering just below that gorgeous smile that makes your belly flip. You bite back the smirk that's threatening to surface along with a very inappropriate smutty comment, trying to restore the composed and professional demeanour that you usually display with your clients.

"Yeah, just lie down right here." You look down quickly to hide your flushed cheeks, patting the soft sheet draped over the bed. "If you start off lying on your front then I can do your back, and then you can turn over." You pause, mentally bracing yourself before you say the next line, but ending up blurting it out in a tumble of rushed words. "You can... umm... take everything off if you like... you don't have to but some clients prefer it that way. It's completely up to you though. You can use the towel to cover yourself if you do."

Fuck... your cheeks are on fire now, your pulse starting to race. The room suddenly feels like a furnace as you watch Van quickly hook his fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers without hesitation, starting to inch them down his slim hips.

"Oh... I'll step out and give you some privacy!" You exclaim, hurriedly whirling around to avert your eyes at the realisation that he means to completely strip off right there and then in front of you.

"Not a problem," comes his relaxed voice from behind you. "I'm not shy."

A giggle of pure embarrassment bubbles up inside and you bite down on your lip to stem it, trying to control your pounding heart. You need to pull yourself together and fast. In a moment you've got to turn around and deliver a relaxing and professional massage but all you can think of is getting your hands on his naked body for all the improper reasons.

"Just let me know when you're ready!" You say brightly, stepping forward to peruse the massage oils, deciding on a blend of patchouli and sandalwood. You tap the small speaker on the shelf and a wave of soft, soothing meditative music fills the small room. Scented candles are already lit to give the room a calming ambience.

"Ready... I'm all yours!" You hear him call back.

Yes... yes you are, you smile to yourself as you move over to dim the lights before finally turning around.

He's laid out on the bed on his front as instructed and for the first time you can get a good look at him uninhibited. His wiry body is lean but taut, his skin pale save for the slight flush where he's obviously caught the sun on the tops of his arms and around his neck. The tiny towel that you gave him is draped temptingly over his pert little ass and you curse yourself for not giving him an even smaller one.

"How are you feeling? Are you comfortable enough?" You ask, tipping some of the oil into the palm of your hand and warming it between your fingers, coating them in the fragrant liquid.

"Uh-huh I'm good... yeah I'm all good," he replies, shifting slightly where he lays and bringing his arms up to fold across the end of the table. He lays his head sideways against his crossed arms. You have a clear view of his face from here and you can see that his eyes are shut. "I've never had a massage before... I don't really know what to expect."

"Just relax," you tell him. "That's all you need to do. Just leave the rest to me."

You step forward until you're inches away from the table, looking down on him. You can hardly believe that this man who's dwelled in your fantasies up until this moment is lying here in front of you, naked as the day he was born, completely at your mercy. Tingles of excitement are sparking through you and again you have to take a moment to compose yourself, surreptitiously shaking out the tension from your fingers which are trembling slightly.

You start by placing your palms on either side of his spine just below his neck, trailing your hands down to his lower back, then up again, this time moving in circles, firmly smoothing his flesh as you go. He lets out a small sigh and you feel him sink down further into the bed.

"That feels nice already," he murmurs. "Think maybe I am gonna enjoy this after all."

Not as much as I'm going to enjoy it, you muse to yourself, smiling as your fingers nudge the towel aside to smooth over the top of the contours of his ass, thumbs pressing into the small of his back.

"I'm only just getting started," you say. "I can feel a lot of tension in your muscles, so I'm going to have to be thorough."

His only reply is a soft "mmmm" which sounds far more sensual to your ears than it probably should. Your mind wanders, imagining him flipping over and pulling you down on top of him, hitching up your dress whilst you straddle him and grind shamelessly against him.

You try to clear your mind, moving upwards again and using your fingers to caress the muscles across the tops of his shoulders, working out the knots of tension as you go. His skin is soft and smooth, more so than you would have imagined, and the way your oil-soaked hands glide across his flesh is arousing you beyond belief.  His body glistens in the candlelight. Maybe this was a bad idea. You can feel your professionalism ebbing away as you bring your hands down to focus on his slender waist, not making a move to replace the towel when it slips to the side, exposing his bum.

Van doesn't seem to notice or maybe he does but he just doesn't care. He has a blissed-out expression on his face, his eyes screwed shut and his lips slightly parted, a small crease adorning his brow as he lets out a sound that's halfway between a whimper and a sigh.

"You have no idea how good that feels... really. You're some kind of goddess, I'm sure of it."

His words fan the flames that are already simmering inside of you and you can feel the ache grow between your thighs as you shift your position to move down to his legs.

"Oh, I don't know about that," you reply, laughing softly. "My clients always seem to go away happy though."

"I don't doubt it.... mmmm... god that's so good... ohhh..."

There he goes again. Christ... those little moans that he's making are not helping matters. If he's this expressive just from a basic massage how would he react if you showed him your real talents? You push the thought away, reaching for more oil before you begin on his legs, wrapping your fingers around his calves as you massage your way up, spreading your hands wide as they slide up his thighs.

"F... uck," he groans, low and drawn out and you see him push his pelvis into the bed as your fingers trail dangerously close to the sensitive area between his parted thighs. Now you're certain that you're not the only one getting turned on, but it's hardly surprising, with each stroke you're pushing the boundaries of decency, edging closer and closer to forbidden territory. His arms move from their relaxed position so he can grip the edges of the bed and you smile to yourself as you feel his body stiffen.

There are strict rules of conduct for masseuses in your salon and you're breaking every single one. If your manager could see you now you'd be facing a disciplinary at the very least, or at worst you'd be fired. That doesn't stop you though, your fingers kneading teasingly at a spot that makes him visibly shiver until you feel the muscles in his thighs clench up tight under your touch.

"Are you still feeling okay?" You ask, finally moving your hands away, wiping the excess oil on the towel before you gently drape it back over his bum.

"Yeah... yeah I'm all good," he answers, but his choked up voice would suggest otherwise. Maybe you're going too far. Your salon prides itself on offering the most soothing treatments, leaving clients feeling calm and relaxed, not wound up tight like a spring, gripping the treatment bed like their lives depend on it.

"Are you sure? I know my massages can be pretty... intense."

He lets out a throaty chuckle. "Intense? That's one way to describe it! Think maybe I'm... errr... enjoying it a little too much."

You can't help the grin which stretches wide on your lips at his words which are like music to your ears, a green light to continue in your endeavours to make him feel good. You've never really considered your ability to make a person's body react to your whim a talent before, more like a gift. So what's wrong with bestowing a gift of your own on someone else every once in a while? He so obviously needs it.

"It's time to turn over now," you tell him, grasping the edge of the towel to lift it, allowing it to screen him as he moves.

"Al... already?" He stutters, uncertainty in his voice as he shifts. "I... errr... umm... okay then."

He rolls on to his side and you train your eyes on the far wall as he does to allow him his privacy, only looking back down to replace the towel when he's settled on to his back.

Oh...

All of a sudden the source of his hesitancy is abundantly clear as you see the the towel tenting slightly over his cock. You have to fight hard to suppress the self-satisfied smirk you can feel trying to surface, quickly looking away, your eyes meeting Van's in an awkward moment of understanding.

He smiles sheepishly, his cheeks tinged an adorable shade of rosy pink and you fleetingly consider acknowledging the situation you've both found yourselves in, but you decide against it, opting to just carry on instead.

You can feel his eyes on you as you turn to reach for more oil then you step to the head of the bed, looking down on him. He blinks up at you, stunning pale greeny-blue eyes framed with thick, long lashes. You're certain you're not imagining the wordless exchange that you can feel taking place, a tender kind of lustfulness that his imploring expression conveys. He wants this. You know he does.

You place your hands on either side of his neck, letting them trail down to his collar bones and then outwards across his chest before drawing them back and repeating the movements over and over. You can feel his heartbeat thundering under your fingertips at each pass, his chest rising and falling deeply.

"You okay?" You check in on him and he nods, eyes swirling with intensity.

"Uh-huh..." he breathes out, then he clears his throat. "You're pretty incredible at this, you know that?"

You smile, soaking in the praise, wondering if he thinks every client of yours gets this extra special attention that he's receiving, wondering if he cares?

"It's working then, is it?" You grin.

Van laughs and you can feel it vibrate through his chest under your palms. "Put it this way, I'm not exactly thinking about my problems right now!"

"Good... that's good... that's the aim."

You step back around to the side of the bed so you can reach further, moving your hands down over his abdomen, letting your fingers slip under the edge of the towel and trail down the V of his hips. He lets out a shaky exhale and you glance up to see his eyes fluttering shut, his mouth slightly agape. He looks divine lying there, his oiled skin shimmering in the flicker of the dim candlelight, the temptation to pull away the towel so strong that you find your fingers twitching with longing. That's just a step too far though. Teasing is one thing but giving one of your clients a sneaky hand-job is another entirely. Besides, just because he's turned on it doesn't mean he's giving you consent to relieve his tensions in such a sensual way. He'd definitely have to ask... or maybe even beg...

Fuck... you wonder what that would sound like falling from those full pink lips of his, the same lips that are currently being pulled in between his teeth to stifle a groan. You coax it from him anyway as your hands move down to grip his thighs, pushing them slightly apart as you knead at the sensitive flesh. The towel rises up even further in response and now you know you've really crossed the line. Van's gripping the edges of the bed tightly, his breathing coming heavy and ragged. His hips press upwards as if to chase your touch as your fingers wrap around the top of his thigh under the towel, the backs of them just barely grazing his balls as you move away.

"I think we'd better finish there for today," you say hurriedly, watching carefully for his reaction, pleased when his eyes flick open with a look of dismay. "That's if you've... umm... had enough?"

He pauses for a moment, his brow furrowed in a hopeful kind of eagerness. "You mean there's more... if I want it?"

"Yes," you say with no absolutely hesitance, boldly meeting his needy gaze, gauging his reaction whilst you try to formulate your next words in your head. "I mean I think we both know that there's more than one way to relax somebody... a more unconventional way to relieve that obvious tension if you like."

You try not to think of Naomi innocently sitting outside at the reception desk filing her nails whilst you're in here propositioning a client in the most sordid kind of way. Despite her earlier teasing you just know that she'd be horrified by your actions. You start to fret that maybe you've made a mistake, but then Van speaks, and your worries melt away in an instant.

"I want it... I really want it... please."

In a deft motion he tugs at the towel and it falls away on to the bed, exposing him completely. As expected he's gloriously hard, his cock just as delectable as the rest of him, thick and rigid with a flushed tip, just begging for your attention. You waste no time in wrapping your fingers hungrily around his girth, swiping your thumb over the sensitive head.

"Shit," he mutters. "I can't believe this is happening."

He hoists his body upwards, propping himself on his elbows, craning his neck to watch as you begin to caress him, taking your time, sliding your oil-slicked fingers slowly and deliberately up and down his length.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," you murmur, the shock and excitement of what you're doing hitting you as he lets out a throaty groan and you worry that Naomi might hear.

"No... don't stop," he gasps breathlessly. "Please don't ever stop. It's so good... mmm."

His eyes flick between yours and his cock, dark and heavy-lidded, strands of his hair fallen forward on to his face which is creased in pleasure. You don't think you've ever witnessed a sexier sight, the obvious enjoyment etched on his face, his hips pistoning upwards needily as he fucks himself into your hand.

You pick up your pace, gripping him firmly, flicking your wrist over the head at each stroke, loving the way he writhes under your touch. His jagged panted breaths mingling with his choked groans and the obscenely wet sounds of your slick hand moving over his length seem to bounce off the walls of the small room making everything seem more intense.

"Keep going," he groans pleadingly. "Please... just like that... ahh fuck."

You're torn between wanting to stretch this out and wanting to drive him to his peak, the sinful noises he's making travelling down to your own core, soaking your panties through. You move to cup his balls with your free hand, gently massaging them, satisfied when he grits his teeth and lets out a particularly primal sounding groan.

"I can't hold on... I'm gonna come... fuck, fuck... FU-CK..." he hisses, thrusting into your hand, his whole body spasming. You watch him, transfixed as his jaw falls slack and his eyes glaze over as the swells of his climax peak and he comes, hard, milky splatters of cum painting his belly and spilling out over your knuckles.

You tug him a few more times until you've milked every last drop out of his orgasm and he's shuddering under your touch, his head hanging forward, muttering incoherently under his breath.

You release your grip on him, reaching for the towel and perching on the side of the bed, waiting for his reaction as you clean off your fingers, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Holy fucking shit," he finally murmurs, raising his head, his blue eyes meeting yours, full of wonder and shock and an awe-like reverence that makes your breath catch in your throat. "I know I'm brand new to this whole massage thing but I'm guessing that's not how it usually goes down?"

He accepts the towel from your outstretched hand as you offer him an awkward smile, the enormity of what you've just done hitting you now. "I can promise you I've never done that before. I... I don't know what came over me... sorry."

"Sorry?" He echoes quickly, his eyes bulging in disbelief. "Please don't apologise! That was..." he pauses, shaking his head, searching for the right words. "That was probably one of the hottest experiences of my life! Really... I mean it!"

A deep scarlet flush washes over you. "I hardly think so..."

"Trust me, it was," he cuts in, his eyes bright, a kind of youthful sparkle in them that looks good on him. "My only regret is I didn't even ask you your name... you know... before..."

He stops, chucking warmly, dabbing at the sticky mess on his belly before he drapes the towel over his lap and swings his legs around so he's sitting next to you on the bed.

"It's Y/N," you say, quietly.

"Van," he offers, holding out a hand to you in a greeting gesture, laughing when you accept it. Then you're laughing too at the absurdity of the belated formalities now when you've already shared an intimate moment together.

"Note to self," he grins up at you as you break away and get to your feet. "Make sure you're on first-name terms with a girl before you accept her offer of a hand-job!"

"Oh my god!" You giggle, cheeks glowing, huge grin splitting your face in two as you raise up a hand to your face, embarrassment flooding you now.

"I... errr... suppose I'd... errr... better give you some privacy now... you know, to get dressed." You start to back away, glancing down as you start to turn, feeling awkward now the heat of the moment has dissipated and it's painfully obvious the two of you are nothing more than strangers thrown together under a happy coincidence.

"Hold up... wait... Y/N..."

Van's voice comes urgently, stopping you in your tracks. You spin around, coming to face him, looking at him expectantly, surprised to see an awkward hesitance about him. He's still naked save for the small towel he's holding which is barely covering his modesty and you battle with yourself to keep a straight face.

"On my way in I saw this little coffee shop just across the road. I don't suppose you'd like to go and grab a drink with me would ya... if ya not busy that is? I figured you probably got off work soon?"

His voice rises up hopefully and your stomach flips with excitement but you try not to let it show, keeping your inner fangirl in check who's bursting to start doing a celebration dance at this dazzling turn of events.

"Yeah," you nod, returning Van's warm grin with one of your own. "Yeah... I'd really like that."

[k1rameki]

Even if It Hurts

@alex-dontknow fun fact you guys i write in my spare time and im currently workin on two tabi-centric fics waow :3

Word count: 339

Summary:

After years of heartbreak and trouble trusting people, Tabi finds himself falling for someone again, and it's eating him alive. (this is in Tabi's point of view if it wasn't already obvious lol)

There's nothing more complex than the feeling of falling in love with someone. It starts out so innocently, the best thing you've ever felt in your life, then all of a sudden you wind up with your heart broken and your life destroyed by someone you devoted your entire being to.

It's always been so hard for me to trust people nowadays. Ever since she came and made me the monster that I am today, everything has become so scary to me. Nothing feels right. My body feels so abnormal, hell, I can't even see it, for god's sake. My humanity's been stripped away from me and I have no idea how to continue my life as normal. However, lately something changed in me.

For some reason, I can't stop thinking about him. The one who understands me to my very core. I don't know why, but recently, he's been on my mind more than ever.

Ever since I've made even the slightest effort to get my life back on track and adjust to my new appearance, I've slowly began feeling different towards Agoti. I find myself wanting to be around him every day, to hear his laughter, to see him smile, to have him in my embrace.. it feels so wrong, but I can't help but crave it more and more every single time. I don't want to feel this way, but my heart seems to think differently, because every single time I push that thought away, it ends up returning, and so intense it makes me feel dizzy.

But I don't like this feeling. I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to get hurt again. I don't want to risk losing the person I trust the most. At the same time, I don't know if I can stay quiet about it for much longer.

No matter how hard I try, I'll never reach a concrete solution because I don't know if I want to love again. I wish I could just get over it.

[banillasstories]

This chapter and the next sort of feel like filler, but I know they aren't :(

I've not really felt up to writing much lately due to school, I started junior year and while I love the teachers, it's still really overwhelming.

But in good news, I've got two chapters this time! Since I missed the date I prefer posting during (usually weekly of Fridays, preferably around 5-7, but that's not been happening, lol)

Enough with real-life talk, I hope you guys are doing well. You guys are amazing <3

Chapter Text

It was a late Saturday night, the sky had gotten dark hours ago, and though it was cloudy, the sky was so dark that the clouds were practically invisible, it seems. Megurine Luka was at home, sitting on the couch in the living room, with her laptop in her lap and a mug of coffee in her non-dominant hand. The teacher was grading papers and had been for the past two hours.

‘I’m really regretting assigning the sophomores that paper.’ she thought, taking a break to rub her temples in frustration, it was way too late at night for this.

Luka’s headache suddenly got much worse when her phone rang, the sound of the very loud coconut mall music playing from her phone, she instantly knew who was calling her. Her ex-husband, Gakupo.

Luka smiled and put her laptop and coffee mug down on the coffee table, and got up to pace as the call went on. “Gakupo! What’s up?” her voice was cheerful but tired, and she heard the tiredness in his voice. “Luka, something happened. Are Miku or Gumi with you? Or are you on speakerphone?” Gakupo sounded worried like something was eating at him as the seconds went on.

The teacher looked around, making sure Gumi or Miku wasn’t in the room, they always had great hearing. After a few seconds, she responds with “No, they aren’t here, I’m not on speakerphone. What happened?” it took a few seconds for him to respond.

“Luka, someone was killed in the forest behind the Yuzuki’s bakery. The local police have no clue who it is yet. Do you know a tall man with shoulder-length blonde hair and orange eyes?”

Luka took a few seconds to think, she didn’t know anyone who fit that description, “I can probably look through social media for posts about missing people if that would help?” Luka wasn’t exactly sure what she could do to help, but she wanted to at least try to do something.

It took another few seconds before a response came from Gakupo, in the form of a quick “Yeah, that uh - that works!”

Luka nodded, before remembering that Gakupo couldn’t see her nod. “Gotcha. Be safe, Gakupo.” Luka heard a quick “I will, bye.” before hearing a quiet click .

Kaito opened his eyes, slowly, but surely. His vision was foggy, only dotted with small, clear, white dots, they were bright. So, so bright. He could hear a faint beeping noise, alongside some murmurs from three voices. He wasn’t sure what he smelt, it sort of smelt like disinfectant wipes? Something like that.

His vision got more and more clear as the seconds went on, before he could vividly make out the area around him. He was laying in a hospital bed, and was facing a white stone wall, there was a dresser pressed against the wall and a medium-sized computer monitor, which was turned off.

Why was he here? He wasn’t too sure, he could hardly even notice how he tapped his fingers against the railing of the hospital bed quietly, but quickly, And even though he felt nearly completely relaxed, he could feel how his entire body became unsteady and shaky, trembling as if the room was a pool of deep arctic water.

He blinked three times, trying to clear his vision up, even if it didn’t really need it.

“Kaito!” an excited voice rang out, causing the man to jump.

He looked to his left and froze, spotting a short boy with messy cream-blonde-colored hair, and wearing a navy blue jacket that was clearly too big for him.

The blonde hurried closer to the side of Kaito’s hospital bed, so he could hug him and Kaito quickly hugged back, still feeling a little off. His memories were still quite foggy, but Kaito still remembered his little brother, of course, he did!

Kaito pulled away from the hug early, and looked around, seeing only Oliver, and two doctors, one of them was very tall, and had long gray hair, but didn’t look old, her hair had been put into two ponytails.

The other doctor was a little less tall and had very long blonde hair that was very loose.

The two doctors didn’t particularly interact with Kaito or Oliver, except to discharge Kaito later that day.

Kaito had felt a headache rearing from the middle, back of his skull, it slowly fades in and out and seems to creep closer to the front of his head.

The blue-haired man held the back of his head as he follows his blonde brother. Oliver was chirping and chattering about god knows what. At first, he talked about his pet bird, but soon enough, his talking became bittersweet as he told Kaito about Yohioloid.

“Yohioloid might come to visit again this summer! He said just last week that his college is taking a long break because of the flu.” Oliver's voice carried excitement. Yohioloid had been gone for seemingly forever ever since he left for freshman year of college.

The blonde usually felt alone when Yohioloid was gone, as Oliver and Kaito had never had much in common with one another.

That wasn’t to say that either was a bad sibling! Oliver had always been caring towards Kaito, and Kaito had always been a great older brother.

“..Really? That’s great!” Kaito sounded out of it. He clearly wanted to sound more excited, but his brain was just not working right at the moment, and he hoped Oliver had understood.

Oliver did, evident by how he smiled and nodded. “Do you think Grandpa and Grandma would be able to come over around then?”

Kaito hesitated, but gave his little brother a “Sure, I think they could make it!”

Oliver smiles.

Kaito Smiles.

The girl behind Kaito smiles too.

Meanwhile, at the megurine household..

L uka had stayed up far later than she expected, she had her laptop out, along with a tablet. The television was playing on some news channel, and the tablet was researching the VNN (Voicecity News Network) website, and her laptop had been on Facebook, looking through the various groups specifically around the town.

T he only groups she can find are …strange to say the least.

There are plenty of groups meant to bring attention to missing people, but Luka can’t find anything about a tall blonde man.

U ntil she heard a familiar jingle from the television.

It sounded like a stereotypical news jingle, but even more lifeless, if that’s even possible.

But, it did its job, it brought Luka’s attention right to the tv as a blue screen quickly appeared, staying still as the news reporter, a woman known as Lumi. her white hair was done in a high ponytail, and her fringe complimented her face, in Luka’s opinion.

Anyways, Luka’s eyes focused on the tv, and the woman speaking.

“Last night, we covered the disappearance of Yohioloid Shionne, a local man who grew up in Harmonia Hills. Yohioloid left for college last fall, and got the ‘welcome gift’ from hell. Murder.”

Luka reeled back, ‘ that was insensitive.’ she thought. She knew that news stations were typically insensitive, but about a young man?

After a few seconds, Luka saw a picture of the man. He was pale, and had golden eyes, like the sunrise. And Blonde hair.

“WAIT!” The pink-haired woman’s eyes went wide, that was the man in the woods!

She had to tell Gackupo, regardless of the fact that it’s … Luka checked the time, it was only twelve o'clock! Gakupo should be up!

Luka picked up her phone, it was a sleek black case with a dusty maroon ‘03’ on it, and she typed in her ex-husband's number.

‘Riiiiiing’

‘Riiiiiing’

‘Riiii-’ “Wha? I don’t need Geicko. OR Yahoo answers’ stocks”

..Said the groggy, clearly-just-woke-up voice of Gakupo.

All Luka could really answer this with was a brisk “What? Gakupo, no. I found stuff about that man.”

A hum of interest sounded from Gakupo, a clear sign he wanted her to continue.

“Switch to the news channel!” Luka got up from the sofa and heard Gakupo groan, a few arm pops were heard, and Luka kept ushering him to get up and go closer to wherever the tv was in his house.

She heard how he bumped into walls, and knocked plants over (each plant drop caused a small “Awe fuck-” to escape Gakupo’s mouth)

“C’mon, c’mon, C’mo- aw man, you missed it. Anyways, does the name Yohioloid Shionne ring a bell?”

“You mean Oliver's older brother?” Gakupo inquired, his voice was more ‘awake’ than earlier, probably from bumping into potted plants.

[insomniac-astronomer]

I don’t know how late your post was posted, (the one where you asked for comfort fics) but can you do an angst/ comfort fic for Wandanat x female reader?. Only if it isn’t a bother. If you do, can you please do one where y/n gets attacked in their house while the team is on a mission and Nat and Wanda get an alert that says y/n is in trouble and they get back in time to save and comfort reader… please

Wandanat x Reader: Intruder

Hell yeah. I've been wanting to write a Wandanat fic for decades lol. You guys all pulled in on the requests and I failed you. I ended up having two dry sockets and it hurt so bad I couldn't focus to write :/

Description: what it says in the request lol why is it underlined? HELP I CAN'T GET RID OF IT. Everyone is around the same age and dating in this cause there's some weird stuff in this tag lol.

Gender: neutral! no pronouns used!

WARNINGS: violence obvi and pain, shitty ex-boyfriend totally not because I believe mine would've done something like this if he knew where I lived, panic attack if you squint, anxiety, past trauma and stuff

P.S. don't tell anyone you're going with for the first time where you live, you never know how it's gonna go down. Meet them there - Life advice from me. Go out in public if you've never met them before. And for goodness sakes LEAVE if they won't let you get a word in. Good luck out there my loves, be safe.

You hear something from beside you. Almost like a tap on the window, but not quite.

Groggily, you start to pull yourself from your sleep. You blink a few times to get your eyes to focus in the dark.

Suddenly, you hear a thud. Your heart jumps, waking you right up. You look over and see the silhouette of someone standing there. Your hand reaches down beside your bed, searching for the bat you have stored there. The back of your hand makes contact, but knocks the bat to the ground, out of your reach.

"Hello, sunshine. Why are you afraid?"

Oh, shit. You know that voice. It makes your skin want to fold in on itself and burn. Your ex. Though you don't call him that. You call him 'the person you used to date' because you don't want him to be your anything anymore.

You haven't seen him in years, since high school. But there he is, standing right in front of you.

"Why are you here?" You ask, your voice involuntarily shaking.

"You're not happy to see me?" He sounds threatening in a way.

"I . . . I didn't say that."

He shakes his head. "Don't you still love me?"

You are silent, not sure which answer would make this outcome better.

"I still love you," he says. "You're my sunshine, forever."

"We broke up years ago. I haven't seen you since high school." You try to reason.

"I know, such a shame. And now I see you've forgotten me."

"I haven't-"

"Yes you have. You have a new love now. Do you tell her you love her? Do you even think of me anymore?"

You take a deep breath. Something about him always ticks you in the wrong direction, despite the fact that he just broke into your house.

"I think of you all the time." You are being honest.

"Really?"

"Yes. You haunt me everyday. You tried to manipulate me and you stalked me."

He walks up to the bed, towering over your sitting figure despite the fact that you know he's the same height as you.

"You're lying. You spread that rumor to all of our friends. You turned them all against me. I love you. I never manipulated you."

You see the shadow of his raised fist on the wall behind him.

💫

"Agents Romanoff and Maximoff, your house has just received a break-in alert." FRIDAY announces to the team's earpieces.

"What?!" Wanda yells out. She scans the area for any sign of her girlfriend.

"Wanda, you have to be quiet or you're going to blow our cover." Pietro whispers from next to her.

"I don't care! Y/N is in trouble."

"Wanda," Nat's voice comes in. "There's nothing we can do about it until we're out of this base. Just hold it together for ten more minutes."

"Data is uploaded." Tony says, making Wanda sigh in relief.

"Let's stay low on our way back to the jet. Don't make any rash decisions." Steve announces. "Okay, Wanda?"

"Yeah," she responds, sounding distant.

They all take their respective routes back to the separate entrance points they entered on, thankfully without attracting any attention from the swarms of HYDRA agents. Once inside the quinjet, Wanda worriedly sits next to her girlfriend, holding on to her arm.

Tony sets the jet on autopilot, highest speed. "We'll be back in about two hours."

"Two hours?!" Wanda yelps.

"I can't go any faster." Tony looks apologetic.

"Wands, it's okay. Y/N is strong. We left the bat beside the bed and the gun in the living room." Natasha whispers into her ear to calm her down. "It's all going to be okay."

A tear runs down Wanda's face and onto Nat's suit.

💫

You come back into consciousness, barely realizing you are now on your living room couch. A blurry image of the room appears and you don't see he-who-must-not-be-named, or Voldemort, as you and your friends call him for short.

You keep your head down and don't move as to not alert him that you are awake. You can taste blood and feel dried blood on your face.

You only remember him coming into your bedroom and starting to talk. You can't remember anything else.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Ah, shit. Well, you tried. You lift your head, trying to sit up but discover that your wrists are tied to a chair located above your head.

"We should talk." He says, coming into your view. "Now, you turned my friends against me. You made me feel like a horrible human being. You made up lies about me. So, I could kill you."

"I'm sorry!" You blurt out, every single minute of therapy you had just immediately flying out of your brain. "I am! I said I was sorry years ago and I'm still sorry today, okay?"

"Yes. But see, I don't believe that because you fell in love again with someone else."

"I-" you stutter for a second. "I mean, I moved on but I still shouldn't have talked about you to everyone."

"I used to be popular!" He suddenly shouts. "I was going to be captain of the cross country team! You ruined it for me!"

Actually, for the record, people only knew him because they were laughing at him behind his back. He was too blind to see that. Additionally, he was one of the worst runners on the cross country team. So like, no that was just another blatant lie he made up.

You used to feel so bad for him. Back when he was nice to you. People laughed at him and you just wanted to give him a hug. Sure, you never thought he was particularly good-looking, but you're more of an emotional-rather-than-physical lover anyway.

Too nice for your own good. As usual. And you were right all those years ago thinking he might attack you some day. He always seemed so unafraid to say whatever he thought. Now here he is, threatening to kill you.

He takes in a breath. "Now, of course, if you were dead, that would mean my love would be dead. So the other option: I keep you for my own forever. Would you like that?"

You freeze and don't respond. Your inner lie-detector won't let you say yes but you're too scared to say no. Again, too nice for your own good. Dammit.

"Would you?" He asks again.

"Um," you fill the silence to buy some time. "Well, that's a big decision to make. I might need some time to think."

Speaking of time, where the hell were your girlfriends? FRIDAY should've sent the break-in alert hours ago. The sun is just starting to rise now and a little bit of light illuminates the blood stained on your clothes.

"Well, I'm in control now." He makes eye contact with you, making you dart your eyes away. "I make decisions for myself. No one tells me what to do. And I think you hurt me more than you could ever love me."

"I said I'm sorry! Is there anything else I can do?" You feel tears start to sting your eyes. A mixture of feeling his disappointment and the fear of imminent death stabs you like a knife to the stomach.

"Hmmm," he very very slowly and methodically pulls a gun from his pocket. He's a hunter. You know he has good aim. You'll dead for sure. "No, I don't think there is. You sealed your fate."

"Please don't-"

"Put the gun down!" Natasha's voice shouts. You gasp in air, a little weight lifting off your chest. You start thrashing around trying to get free.

"Enough!" You feel the tip of Voldemort's gun press into the side of your head. "Shoot me after, see if I care. Someone else will finally feel my pain."

Suddenly, he freezes and his eyes unfocus. You see them turn a slight shade of red. Natasha runs into the room and rips the gun away from him. Wanda follows her, untying the weak knots and pulling you into a tight hug.

You feel a few tears escape your eyes as your heart pounds. Suddenly, you find it very hard to breathe.

"Hey, hey, hey," Wanda runs her hand through your hair. "Relax, it's okay. We've got you now."

"I- can't-" you barely force out, your lungs constricting your voice.

"Okay, that's okay. Just try to breathe regular with me, yeah?" She takes your hand and holds it up to her chest so you can feel the rising and falling of her breaths. "We're here now. We've got you."

"I'm going to get this moron to Stark. We'll have to wait till he's over the mental trauma before calling the police." Natasha explains, using the rope you were tied up with to tie his hands behind his back.

"Mental trauma?" Wanda cocks her head.

"Yeah," Nat gestures to his confused and scared gaze. "Shit messes you up for awhile."

"Oh," Wanda bites her lip. "Sorry about that one time-"

"Yep, all good." Natasha kisses the top of her head. Finally pulling your body together a bit, you let out a little giggle at their interaction.

Wanda beams at you. "You're smiling! Oh, thank goodness!"

"My face really hurts though," you wince a little as you talk.

"Yeah, that's a bad punch you got there," Nat gently holds your head still as she inspects the area.

"I don't remember when that happened." You look away.

"That's okay," Nat uses a finger to turn your head back to her. "Doesn't matter what you remember. As long as you're okay now."

You nod with a little smile.

Hey sorry that like 25% of this was just me projecting my very specific guy-I-used-to-date problems. True story, couldn't say his name because it physically hurt for some reason so my best friend came up with Voldemort lol.

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[kywaslost]

Newt x Teen!Sister!Reader Going Through Friend Troubles

A/N: The reader is 17 years old in this. I also don’t know what happened to Newt and Theseus’ parents so they’re dead in this. Sorry lol. Also, this may be absolutely terrible, I've been really not good lately and have been having friend issues so this just may seem like a jumbled mess.

    Growing up as the youngest of the three Scamander children, you had a lot in common with your two older brothers. You had Theseus’ professionalism and longing for a major future career. You shared Newt’s love for science and magical creatures. You were a Hufflepuff just like your brothers and excelled in defense against the dark arts, potions, alchemy, care of magical creatures, and music. You shared Theseus’ strive to do well in school but had more of Newt’s personality. You were quiet by nature, being riddled with social anxiety so strong it caused you to be selectively mute until you were around 14 years old.

    You didn’t have many friends growing up, many following your brother Newt around. He didn’t mind, seeing as he understood how making friends was hard for you. He’d let you help him with creatures he knew wouldn’t be any danger to you, and let you sit in his shed while he worked. Theseus, on the other hand, was not as understanding. He pressured you into going to events with him to try and get you used to the large crowds and potential friends. More often than not, this left you crying in the arms of your other brother as he calmed you down from an anxiety attack.

    Now that you have just finished your final year at Hogwarts, you were able to go wherever you wanted. You chose to stick with the one person you had been with your entire life, Newt. He and Theseus were so happy to see you when they picked you up from the train station. You jumped into Theseus’ open arms, giving him a huge hug. When you let go, Newt was waiting for his hug. Your smile was so wide when you dove into him. Newt rarely gave or received hugs.

    “I’m so proud of you Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. “More than you could ever know.”

    “Thank you, both of you,” you said as you pulled away from Newt.

    “What are you going to do now?” Theseus asked.

    You looked between your two brothers, hesitating. “Well, um, I was wondering if I could stay with you, Newt?” It came out more like a question and a statement. Newt froze in shock and Theseus was confused.

    “Why?” Your oldest brother asked. “Don’t you want to stay with me and get a job? That way you can study for whatever you want to be?”

    “Um, I love science,” you confessed. “Sorry Theseus, but over the years I’ve learned that it’s something I’m interested in. I guess I get that from Newt. I’d love to travel with him and learn about all of his creatures and take care of them. Is it ok?” You looked to Newt, eyes filled with hope. You watched as he smiled widely and pulled you into a tight hug. This was so out of his character.

    “Y/N, I’d be honored to have you travel with me,” he said happily.

    That’s how you became even closer to your youngest older brother. You spent every day with him, helping him take care of his creatures and finding new ones. You kept a copy of his book with you everywhere. You must have read it thousand times to know everything you could about Newt’s creatures. While Newt traveled internationally, you stayed in his case. While he stayed home, you stayed in your bedroom. You spent a lot of time writing to your friends or going out with them. You all met every Friday night for weeks, spending time together. You’d come home late at night, so excited to tell Newt about what you had done with your friends. You’d run around looking for him, more often than not finding him in the depts of his suitcase. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s so happy to hear you so excited. He knew how hard you tried to make friends, and after 14 years you found a group of people who accepted you and loved you. He loved to hear you talk about them and how happy they made you.

    Except now you hadn’t been out with your friends for a month. Newt knew you were home every Friday night for the past four weeks but chose not to bring it up. Instead, he let you help him with his creatures. He kept a close eye on you to try and figure out how you were feeling about it all. Most nights you looked tired, so maybe you decided to stay home? Surely if there was something wrong you’d go to him, right?

    On the first night you didn’t go out with them, you told him that your friends were busy and wouldn’t be able to make it. You were all supposed to go to the movies together, he knew. “We rescheduled it for next week,” you said happily. “Emily said she couldn’t make it this week and we didn’t want to watch it without her.” So instead of going to the movies, you stayed in with your brother, helping make dinner and feeding his creatures. 

    On the second night you stayed home, Newt found you asleep on the couch in his apartment. He shook your shoulder gently, waking you up. “Y/N, shouldn’t you be on your way with your friends?” he asked softly.

    You rubbed your tired eyes and shook your head. “No, they rescheduled again. I guess everyone’s been busy this week. They’ve barely written to me.”

    Newt frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like to come to help me with my creatures?” Newt could tell you were a bit down, seeing as you hadn’t been able to see your friends in a while. He knew how the creatures always helped you feel better.

    “Sure,” you said tiredly, sliding out of bed.

    For the next week, Newt noticed how clingy you were becoming. You rarely left his side, following him around as he feeds his creatures or went to the store. If he was working in his shack on research or drawings, you were sitting on the cot in the room, reading a book or drawing your pictures. You weren’t saying much either. When you’d follow your brother around, you usually were talking away, rambling about what was going on in your book, or how much you hated this teacher and loved another. But now you were silent.

    “I don’t know what to do Theseus,” Newt told his brother one day while visiting. Newt had told you he was going out for a bit but only received a quiet hum in response. “She goes out with her friends every Friday and writes to her friends every day. But now she stays home. I don’t mind, but I’m worried about her. Her friends don’t write to her anymore, and she’s not like she used to be.”

    “Have you tried talking to her?” Theseus asked, rolling his eyes. “Remember how she was when mom and dad died? Kinda sounds like that’s happening all over again.”

    “I don’t like seeing her so upset,” Newt confessed. “I want her to be happy.”

    When Newt came back home, you were nowhere to be found. He searched everywhere in his apartment, but he couldn’t find you. He started to panic before realizing that his suitcase was left open on his bed. He had left it with you while he was gone. Sighing in some relief, he stepped into the case. When he reached the shack, he saw one of his nifflers running across his lab station. He picked it up by his hind legs, smiling softly.

    “Trying to steal my tools again, I see,” he scolded playfully. The niffler huffed, his eyes narrowing. “Have you seen Y/N, perhaps?”

    Newt felt a tug at his pants, looking down to see Dougal the demiguise gripping his pant leg. The creature reached up and took Newt’s hand.

    “Hello Dougal,” Newt greeted. “Do you have something to show me?” The creature pulled Newt towards the door, and the wizard let him. Newt set his niffler down as he left the shack, watching the creature scurry off again. “Where are you taking me Dougal?” he asked. The creature gave no response, still dragging his friend along. They passed the occamy nest, bowtruckle tree, and Frank’s enclosure. As they passed the occamy next, Newt noticed one of the babies missing.

    Dougal led Newt into the mooncalf enclosure, dragging him through the grassy terrain. Newt pet one of the mooncalves as he walked by, noticing the disappearance of many of them as well. As Newt was dragged further into the inclosure, he could hear all of the other mooncalves in that distance. Soon enough, he was lead to them by Dougal and the demiguise let go of his hand, running to the middle of the swarm of mooncalves. They parted, forming a pathway for the creature.

    Newt panicked when he saw you sitting in the middle of the swarm of mooncalves, hugging your knees to your chest. Dougal had made his way to your side, sneaking his way under your arms and between your knees, hugging you. Your older brother snapped out of his panic, crouching down a few feet in front of you. He reached a hesitant hand out to you.

    “Y/N, may I come over to you?” he asked softly. His eyes softened when he saw that you had silent tears streaming down your face. He only received a whimper in response. “Could you nod for me darling? I need to know what you’re comfortable with.” He moved toward you slowly when he saw your nod. The mooncalves moved so he could sit beside you. He placed his hand on your back but quickly drew it back when you flinched. He forgot how you didn’t like being touched. “I’m sorry.”

    He sat with you in silence for a while as you cried. You huggled Dougal even tighter, and Newt noticed the concerned look in the creatures eyes when he looked at him. After calming down, you hesitantly leaned towards your brother. “Newt?” His heart shattered at how your voice cracked, soft with emotion.

    “Yes, love?”

    “Hmm,” you whimpered again, scooting over to Newt and leaning into his side. Your brother let you get comfortable.

    “May I touch you?” he asked softly. You nodded, clinging to Newt’s shirt. Dougal still hung around your neck, the weight on your chest helping to ground you. Newt ran a hand up and down your back. “What’s the matter love? What is troubling you?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

    “I think my friends don’t want me around anymore,” you said into his shirt.

    “What makes you think that, darling?”

    “They haven’t written to me in a little over a week, and I think they are all meeting without me.”

    “I’m sorry you feel this way,” Newt said. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

    “Can you stay here, just for a bit?” you asked shyly. 

    “Of course darling,” Newt smiled. “Did I ever tell you the story of how I found Picket?”

    Later that night, Newt made sure you got to bed safely, assuring himself you were safe and asleep in your room before he went to bed himself. He closed your door softly and went to his room, changing into his night clothes. Making sure he’s creatures were alright one last time, Newt locked his case and set it on the floor beside his bed. Crawling under the covers, he grabbed a book off of his bedside table, deciding to do a bit of reading before going to sleep.

    Only an hour passes before Newt hears a soft knocking on his bedroom door. It creaks open and he catches a glimps of tired blue eyes and messy golden-brown hair. “Y/N?” The door openes even more and you step into the room, hugging your favorite stuffed animal that your brothers got for you when you were little. You slept with it every night. “What’s the matter love?”

    “Can I stay in here?” you asked hesitantly.

    “Of course love.”

    During the following week Newt noticed how you barely left your room. He’d come in and sit with you when he could, taking a seat near your window and reading. You enjoyed the company, but little was said between the two of you. 

    Newt came home from the grocery store one day, noticing his suitcase was left open again. After putting the groceries away, he stepped into the suitcase. As he walked through all of the enclosures, all of his creatures were accounted for. He continued to walk around for a while until he heard a voice coming from the demiguise enclosure.

    “I don’t know Dougal,” he heard. “I just feel like none of my friends want me around anymore. We used to talk and hang out all the time, and now I’m just kinda out of the picture.” Newt walked around a tree and saw you sitting on the base of a different tree, Dougal sitting beside you. You didn’t notice your older brother near you, so you continued to talk. “I don’t know how I feel about it honestly. I know our friend group isn’t falling apart. I just feel like I’ve been drifting away from them a bit. Did you know that they all went to go watch that movie without me? Yeah, I know. And no one has offered to come watch it with me. For all they know I’m watching it by myself. I just don’t get it Dougal.” The creature nuzzled into her hand, then hugged her.

    “You and Dougal have a special relationship,” Newt said softly, walking over to sit next to you.

    “Newt, I didn’t know you were home,” you commented. “Sorry, I just needed someone to talk to while you were gone, and Dougal is a good listener.”

    “I’m truly sorry about your friends,” Newt said. “I know how much they mean to you. And I know making friends isn’t easy for you either.” He ruffled your hair. “You get that from me. But that’s why I have all of my creatures. Sometimes they’re better friends than a human could ever be.”

    You leaned against Newt. “Thanks, big bro. And yeah, Dougal never leaves me on delivered.” The two of you chuckled. “I guess it doesn’t really matter if I have friends. I have you. You and Theseus are all I need.”

[eunoiaflow3r]

not ur friend

spencer reid x reader

aaron hotchner x reader

part two - part three

a/n: haven’t written for spence in a while lol. hope you guys like it. wow...and i wrote him as an ass. bahahaha what am i going through i’m so sorry.

warning(s): language. angst. not proofread. will be mistakes.

word count: 1.8k

request(ed): no.

summary: y/n overhears something she shouldn’t have. this conversation alters her relationship.

not ur friend by jeremy zucker.

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Hang up, if you ever think of calling me up. Not afraid to say it, darling.

3 days.

It’s been an entire weekend of you ignoring Spencer and his ever intruding phone calls. This wouldn’t have been a big deal except for the fact that this felt like a breakup. Your head and heart was treating this like you were in a relationship and he made it painfully clear that you weren’t.

It was quiet in your apartment. The television was off, the radio was silent, the heater had paused and even the refrigerator wasn’t making the usual silent buzz noise it made. The deafness of it all allowed the conversation you heard friday night play over and over again through your ached head.

Friday 11:37 pm.

“So Reid...” you picked up your phone when it rang and read Spencer’s name across the screen. It wasn’t like him to call so late but you picked up anyway. When it was a muffled Morgan’s voice you heard instead of Spencer’s you realized he hadn’t even meant to call you at all.

“How’s your girlfriend?”

You just knew all eyes were on him. Spencer Reid was very private about his social life. It was rare he even told you about anything he’d been up to. He just wasn’t one for small talk. The fact that you just knew they were talking about you made you press your phone harder into your ear even though you weren’t even sure you should have been listening.

“Oh y/n? Yeah she’s definitely not my girlfriend.”

This stung. There wasn’t even a label or anything that you guys put on it, but usually when Spencer would talk about his romantic relationships he’d get nervous and stuttery and try to change the subject. Spencer’s voice was clear and steady. Zero hints of nervousness and bashfulness. He was serious.

“Really?” This was Emily now, you could recognize her voice. “You guys seem like pretty close friends if you know what I mean.” Her tone was laced with humor but Spencer’s was far from joking.

“No. I wouldn’t call us friends either. She’s just someone I visit. Like y’know...how you would a grandmother.”

A grandmother? He compared you to a grandmother? He said visiting you was like visiting a grandmother?? You could feel the tears in your eyes. You really thought Spencer was a good guy. Why would he say something so rude? Something so hurtful about the person he was sleeping with.

It wasn’t a friends with benefits. You guys had agreed on that, but you weren’t dating either. You had met him at a museum and ever since then you two had behaved as if a couple would. The only difference was that you weren’t public. You weren’t posting pictures, or gushing over how cute you thought your “boyfriend” was to your friends. And you were fine with that. Labels are constricting. You were glad not to have them except when he decided to say he barely knew you at all and compared you to a grandmother.

“Damn.” Morgan sounded impressed. “Does she know that?”

“Maybe.” Spencer paused. “There’s nothing really romantic about our relationship. To be honest, she can be a bit needy at times and it’s suffocating.”

He paused again.

“I’m actually thinking of breaking things off. She wants more and I just don’t like her that way.”

Sorry, I'm not sorry if it hurts. I don’t mean to make it worse.

This is where you hung up. Your tears never stopped flowing. How dare he? How dare he say you were needy and suffocating? You rarely asked him for anything, and didn’t bother him with things at all. You knew he was a busy person. A busy and hardworking person. You never tried to ask him for more than he was willing to give. Ever. It hurt your heart to think he was playing you the whole time.

It hurt to think that all the “I adore you’s” and “I think I’m in love with you’s” were all fake. You were pretty sure with the way things were headed that you and Spencer would have much more than just a relationship. Much more than sex and cuddles. But a meaning - an understanding.

Spencer was your comfort. Your safe place. The person you’d go to if you were hurting, or in trouble. You were his. Countless times he came to your house and cried to you about the stress from his job. He’d hold you and tell you all about his day and what more he wished he could have done.

You’d buy him his favorite food and he’d cuddle you to sleep only to wake you up in the morning with kisses and great morning sex. To hear all of that meant basically nothing to him tore your heart to pieces.

It made you want to throw up. Had you wasted your time? Had he felt this way the entire time and you just never noticed because you hoped he felt the same? Were there signs that you missed? Something you could have done to prevent yourself from falling this hard for someone who didn’t care?

But you thought he cared.

Spencer was the most caring, empathetic person you’d ever met in your life. He was so understanding in a way no one could ever get.

I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.

This is why you thought that maybe this is why he tried to hide you. Maybe he just was afraid of his friends not liking you, or afraid of someone from where he worked would try to hurt you. You prayed this was the case. You hoped and cried that this was the reason he’d ever let those words leave his mouth.

The reason you couldn’t believe this though is something understandable.

He had never, ever, called you anything other than his friend, and never wanted to go out.

He told you it was because he was protecting you, but he never wanted to even meet your friends. And when you talked about a guy or introduced him to one, he’d get upset and say something like, “Yeah well he seems perfect for you anyway. Not like we’re a thing - do what you want.”

And your brain tried to rationalize this as protection. The more you thought about it the more the other part of your brain screamed manipulation. You tried to ignore it but is that what was happening? Had he been manipulating you the entire time and you just never knew it?

If he was protecting you he wouldn’t call you needy. He wouldn’t not even bother to look at your friends. He wouldn’t feel the need to hide you from the entire world and lie about it in such a - douchebag way.

This hurt you though. His team can call out a liar faster than anyone and they would have said something if they thought he was lying. They would have defended you. The wouldn’t have egged him away and joked about you like you were some embarrassing one night stand.

You expected respect and decency and got dishonesty and asshole attitudes instead.

After the weekend of pitying yourself you realized you needed to stop. This wasn’t your fault. He has issues of his own. Issues he needs to work out and come to terms with on his own. Why should you feel anything for a man trying to hide you? Lying to you? Lying to his friends ABOUT you. Reassuring yourself helped but didn’t help the ache in your heart.

Were you ready for this? Were you ready to throw it all away? After all it could just be a misunderstanding. A misinterpretation. It could be your fault. Maybe you were clingy.

No.

No. Absolutely not. You weren’t going to try to defend his actions.

Right now, there's not much that we agree on. Sit down, if you need someone to lean on.

You called him.

“Hello?” he answered right away. “Where have you been are you okay? I was gonna come over and check.”

“Don’t come over.” You cleared your throat and blinked away tears.

“Then please come to mine. I have to talk to you, I missed you.”

He still has no idea. He doesn’t have a clue what you overheard on the phone. All the pieces of the puzzle you put together. All that you’ve realized in the past 3 days.

You rolled your eyes. Any other day you’d think his obliviousness was adorable but right now it only made you want to punch him in his stomach for lying to you and wasting your time.

“I’ll be over to give you your things.”

And you hung up.

That was so hard for you to do and you had hot wet tears running down your face to prove it. No matter how many times you tried to brush them away they just kept on going down.

Fuck him.

A shower and a change of clothes later you were finally ready to see him.

Honest, if I'm coming to your place, it's to say it to your face...

In your car you tried to talk yourself out of it. You told yourself to just forget the phone call over happened and just go back to the way things were. At least you here happy then...at least...sort of. You were okay. You were happy with him. The time you spent with him was enjoyable but you were tired of being his therapist. You were tired of being his dirty mistress. You didn’t want to be lied to or lied about. You were over it.

When you got there he rushed you in the house and looked down at you confusingly.

You had never been inside his place. The only time you were ever really here was when you were inside waiting in the car so that he could change his shirt.

“I thought you were coming tomorrow?”

“I came now to give you your things.”

“JJ will be here soon, you should probably leave. Why did you bring this stuff?”

“They’re yours. They shouldn’t be at my place.”

He looked confused but took the box from your hands anyway.

“I’m leaving.” You simply said and turned towards the door. The sooner you were out the better.

“Can I at least have a kiss?” Spencer asked in the cute voice he knew you liked.

You closed your eyes. “Sorry Reid, but no. I don’t want to seem needy or suffocating, ya’know? Makes it easier to break things off.”

Color drained from his face as he realized what you were talking about. He couldn’t even come up with an excuse other than a - “No, baby I -“

You put your palm in the air facing him telling him to stop.

“It’s okay. I was just someone you visited...like a grandmother. You shouldn’t miss me too much. We’re not even friends, right?”

You walked out of the house.

You walked out on him. Your heart was beating out of your chest. He was always the one to leave. He was always the one to say goodbye.

I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.

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[mercuryislove]

Hi Lynn! Hope you’re having a good funny question Friday. I’m back with my silly little shopping list :)

💀 for Andhira

🤕 for Vera

📓 for Ciaran

🗣 for Yixing

👽 for Anwei

⚖️ for Go Eun

I had a lovely funny question friday, even though it was very busy lol I'm just happy I'm answering these in a timely manner instead of three days late again :P

💀 Has your oc ever lost anyone to death? Multiple people? People close to them? How does the loss make them feel?

Andhira is super duper old, so she's lost many, many people close to her. Not immediate family members (because her grandparents were LONG dead by the time she and her brother were born), but cousins and an aunt and uncle (on her mother's side), as well as a TON of close friends throughout the years. There are other high born families similar enough to hers (and some might even say vying for her family's power lol) that haven't been so lucky to keep in the good graces of others. She's never made a habit of befriending a lot of mortal people, but there have been times where she gets close to them (usually hunters), and those losses in particular were pretty tough to swallow. Mostly because they typically meet with gruesome ends rather than just. get old and die. (The lifespan of an average hunter is, um, short. Josef is absolutely an exception and not the standard.) At this point in her life, losing people she cares for doesn't break her heart the way it used to. A thousandish years is a long time to watch a LOT of people die, whether she was close to them or not, so it's to the point that she has a pretty like. standard way of grieving for people. If an immediate family member were to die though, she would be gutted. Like. fully and completely ruined for all of eternity, no light at the end of the tunnel kind of misery. But like. what are the odds of that happening, right?

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🤕 What is the worst injury your oc has ever suffered? Do they have any scars or lasting physical reminders of it? Do they get sick often or have any lasting medical conditions?

I think I've mentioned it in passing in another edition of funny question Friday, but Vera is almost blind in one eye from an accident on her penultimate hunt. She got clawed on the side of her face pretty bad and almost lost her eye (and could have lost her whole damn face). The scars are well-hidden enough in her hair, but when she shaves her head as she is wont to do, they're more visible. She definitely can't see in the dark in that eye, her jaw clicks, and she doesn't sleep on her side because that side of her face gets achy, but other than that there aren't any significant last effects. Once again if I could draw people, I would love to draw her scars but alas, I can't fucking draw people ._. Also I don't know if this counts as a lasting medical condition, but she's also a recovering addict and has been four years sober when the reader first meets her.

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📓 Write a typical diary/journal page by your oc! Or if you'd rather not, describe their journal. Do they keep one? Why?

Ciaran does actually keep a journal, and I've thought about the dumb shit he would write in it lol This is what it might look like on a typical day:

I had the nightmares again. They come and go, and it seems like they've been coming more than they've been going. It's the same every time. Like the very first night. Even after all this time, I can't help but think of what Sihla used to say, before it all went to shit with her. She heard the whisper. I always thought she was fucking crazy, and she is. Was? I guess she's still alive out there. But maybe she isn't/wasn't as crazy as I thought. I hear it too sometimes. Especially now. In my dreams. It's quiet, but I know it's there. I don't know what it says or who's speaking, but I feel its pull. Like the voice itself is pulling my thread. No clue where it wants me to go, though. I wake up before then anyway. Anwei doesn't like to talk about it. I think she hears it too, but she doesn't tell me her dreams anymore. Probably not a good sign, but there's nothing for me to do about it. She's too fucking stubborn. And that's why I stole her breakfast this morning :)

Go-Eun told me she's been tracking some guy in the city for at least a week now. Said he's weird and kind of rude, but he has a good reputation. Said they almost got in a fight last night too, so?? Mixed signals on that one. He's supposed to come up today but I have too much shit to do to meet him this morning. Anwei will handle it if I'm not around.

UPDATE: I met him. He gave me a nosebleed. If I don't fuck him, I'm going to kill myself.

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🗣 What are the most painful words that can be said to you oc to utterly break them? What are the words that you could tell them to cheer them up? Maybe some advice to give them the boost they need?

Well, the first and easiest way to devastate him is to remind him that he is his father's son. That no matter how far away he runs and how much he drinks to forget and how much he denies it, they're cut from the same cloth. They share so much in personality and demeanor and looks and behavior that he could never hope to escape who he really is. He can try his damnedest to hide it, but it only takes one tiny spark to set him off and for him to reveal his true colors. The second thing to tell him is that he deserved every horrible thing that happened to him in his childhood because he is fundamentally inferior, and you know what? Maybe he deserved even more, because sometimes he seems to forget that fact. The third thing is that not only did he deserve the abuse, but it made him a better person. Toughened him up and prepared him for the cruel reality of the world he lives in. That without it he would have been soft and pathetic and too kind. Despite it all, he still wants to be all of those things, so who's to say that one more slap to the face wouldn't have fixed the problem? The fourth thing is to tell him that nobody will ever really love him, because he only functions as a means to an end. He is a product to be used and discarded as necessary. He was born to meet the needs of others, and we'd all be shocked if he didn't die meeting the needs of others. Fifth is that his daddy should have beaten him to death when he had the chance so that everyone could've been spared the misery of ever having known him.

Why do you want to hurt him so bad? Hasn't he been through enough??? :(

I feel like I should preface this by saying that half of this stuff is just what's going through his head on a semi regular basis :/

Now that we've bullied him to death, here are some things to tell him that he might appreciate: first thing is that no person on earth deserves to be hurt like he was hurt. That it wasn't his fault, that he didn't do anything wrong, that the only ones to blame are the ones that let it happen in the first place. Second thing is that so many people DO actually love him and care for him. Even the ones that don't say it. Even people he probably doesn't know about. They don't see him as a means to an end, they don't pretend to care only because they want something he can give, and they have no plans to cast him aside when they've used him up—because they aren't going to use him up, and because there's nothing to use. Third is that it doesn't matter where he comes from and it doesn't matter who his stupid parents are because you are the person you choose to be, and DNA has nothing to do with it. Kindness and love and aggression and evil are not inherited at birth. Fourth is that nobody cares that he's short and nobody would bat an eye if they saw his scars.

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👽 Describe your oc as if they were an urban legend or myth!

The first survivors of the death of the gods claimed there was a silent white crane that would fly across the sky each night. If you were lucky enough to see it, fortune would follow. The words meant little in the aftermath of the gods' death, but some found comfort in it. As the years passed, the simple tale grew into something more. There were whispers that when the gods fell, something new was born in their wake. Not a human, not an animal, not a god. Somewhere in between. People wondered if perhaps the elegant white crane was the hybrid the gods left behind. After all, fortune followed wherever it was seen, in the same way Kefnei once bestowed fortune to the most devout followers.

Some wanted to worship the solitary bird, and some wanted to hunt it. All wanted to find it. If not to kill it, then to capture it and make it their own. Of course, the mysterious bird would always outsmart hunters and couldn't be found. In fact, no one spotted it for years. Decades, even. It didn't take long for the memories to fade and for the hunts to end. The white crane had nearly been forgotten, until one clear night, far north beyond the Jarhuan sands... the solitary white crane flew from one corner of the sky to the other. Many saw it that night, and just as it had in the old days, fortune followed those who spotted it. Fervor grew again, and those fortunate enough to see the beautiful crane glide through the dark sky wanted nothing more than to take it for themselves. They wanted to unlock the secrets of the lucky little creature, be it god or not.

And again, the white crane disappeared, this time for centuries. The legend of a graceful bird that promised good luck to any who might witness it never truly faded, and people painted murals of white birds over their doorways and hung crane feathers over fireplaces in an attempt to harness even a fraction of the good fortune that the mythic white crane offered.

Some say the bird never existed at all, that it was something people told each other to make themselves feel better in the remains of a ruined world. Others believe a king on an isolated continent in the southern hemisphere caught the bird and kept it for himself forever, and that's how he's lived so long and kept his people so happy. And others still believe that the white crane flies free, but that it only makes its appearance to those who truly deserve to be graced with good fortune.

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⚖ What is the biggest crime your oc has committed? Are they a thief, a cheat, a liar? What is the smallest, most petty crime they've committed? Or do they not do crime at all?

Go-Eun is a bit of a thief lol. She grew up with very little and got good at sneaking around to steal what she needed. And I know lying isn't technically a crime but she is an exceptional liar. She's like. the best liar and the best secret-keeper in the business, and she has to be that way because she's Ciaran and Anwei's right hand man and she has to keep their secrets! Also they taught her pretty much everything she knows about the fine art of manipulation.

Anyway, as for biggest crime... uh, does murder for the sake of revenge count? When she was fifteen she DID murder the man who killed her sister after tracking him across the continent for three years. Since then, she's made it a habit NOT to, um, kill people. She got it out of her system, and it felt good and righteous but there's still lingering guilt and she'd prefer not to do it ever again. She leaves that sort of thing to people with less stringent morals. And for a “petty” crime? Stealing food to feed people that need it. Listen, nobody's going to know that stuff is missing anyway. If she didn't take it, someone else would.

[the-original-skipps]

Hiiii skippsss 💖

I got kinda shyyyy sorry, but here it goes(?)

Rn I'm waiting for Black Friday so I can buy a new phone bc my current one is old and kinda almost died when I played genshin on it (sorry if my english is weird, spanish is my main language).

You are so niiiice 💖 its just that, I'm so curious I must try to do stuff I'm interested in at least once. And indeed friend sleeping and napping is a hobby and a style of life, I also love the feeling and my dreams are so cool, everytime I get obsessed by smth I dream of it. Already joined Toman and became Bonten's baby a couple times(?).

I read what you posted about bonten Mikey, it was amaziiiing, idk why but you catch him very well so its easy to connect with the scenario. When I read the prologue/reaction I started thinking about what I would do, I would like to keep the baby because its our baby and I already love him, but if having a baby was something he couldn't do, I would reaaally consider having it, since I wouldn't like for us to separate. Talk everything with Mikey, decide together, don't ask him to do anything but saying he is very important for me, that I love him and I want to be together no matter what, that having a family with him would be a dream come true but I won't impose on him. He gets me so soft, damn.

Anyhoooow, I'll be back to supporting you from the shadows(?) if you hear a "you are awesome skipps!! woo!" out of nowhere, it was me, most likely.

Also, thank you so muuuch for offering support when I was feeling down, it really made me feel better.

Hello!! Ahhh bun bun 💕 what can I call you? Hehe honestly thank you so much for taking the time to write this it made my day 🥺 you can talk to me anytime so no need to be nervous! Ohhh a new phone that's so exciting OMG GENSHIN? we should totally play together and your English is great 😄 noo you're the nice one 🥺 I see well I think it's a great thing to try out new and different things haha yess sleeping and nap is a total way of life I'm glad I found someone who agrees with me

oh ohhh same! That's so cool! Lately mikey has been appearing in my dreams probably a sign for me to open my damn ask box already lol

Ahhh thank youu that's such a huge compliment 🥺 for some reason I've come across so many writings that depict bonten mikey as still the 15 year old mikey which I think isnt who bonten Mikey is. Bonten mikey is someone who has given up being good and completely fell into his dark impulses. Sure he still eats taiyaki like he used to but he's a completely different person now. Bright smiles? Laughing? Affectionate? Nope that's not bonten Mikey for me. He's emotionally detached, quiet and a broken man. It wouldn't make sense for him to be all happy with a pregnancy right away when this man's life is so broken he doesnt know what to feel anymore sorry for the rant haha

Yesss yess I like your way of thinking since forcing him would only make things worse the man is so unstable but what's important is time and understanding and eventually he'll come around ahhh just thinking about him being happy makes me wanna cry tears of joy poor man has been through too much

Awww sweetness! Thank you so much for your support it really means alot to me ❤❤❤ you're always welcome on my blog to rant or just talk about random things I'll always be here for you 🥺 I'm glad you're feeling better remember to drink lots of water and rest okiee? I hope you have a wonderful day/night sweetness! 💕

[dreamofsin]

NaMo AU based on their respective costumes cuz come on, Catwoman!Nayeon & Momo De Vil? Iconic.

2.8K words, brace yourself lol

Momo takes an interest in the new cat burglar in town that she's been hearing so much about.

She starts doing her research on her and following her once she finds out how she works. Nayeon discovers this of course, & waits til a night when Momo tails her again to lure her in.

She goes into an alley and hides, waiting for Momo to catch up before sneaking up behind her and saying, "So.. what's got you so interested in lil' ol' me?"

Momo almost jumps, but collects herself. Before turning around to face the other girl, "Don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on people?"

Nayeon just scoffs, "I'm a cat burglar.. it's kinda what I do," She says with an obvious tone, "Don't you know you're not supposed to stalk people?" Nayeon crosses her arms.

"I've heard a lot about you. I find you interesting, I didn't mean any harm. In fact, i'm more of a cat person as well." Momo tries to save herself. She didn't want the girl to think she was a weirdo, and keeping an eye on her for the past 2 weeks didn't help her situation.

Nayeon scanned Momo with her eyes, as if determining what her intentions were. "Well, dogs are just too obnoxious for my line of work. Cats are quiet, nimble, and can hide practically anywhere. I much prefer them." Nayeon says as she shifts her weight to one foot.

Momo's face contorts into a look of disgust, "Oh dogs are horrible, I can't stand the smelly little things."

"I hate it when I have jobs near buildings where there are dogs. Their barking is a real pain in the ass when i'm trying to sneak around." Nayeon sighs

"Maybe you should start carrying sleeping darts or something." Momo suggests, and Nayeon nods, an interested look on her face.

Momo beckons for Nayeon to give her her hand, and when she does Momo takes out a pen and writes her number on it, then starts heading out of the alley. "Call some time, Dear."

Nayeon looked at the scribblings on her hand, 'Momo De Vil xxx-xxx-xxxx' "Momo De Vil, huh? Hm..."

After this encounter, Nayeon starts stalking Momo back. Watching her through windows and such, trying to scope out the kind of person she is.

About a week later, they run into each other again. It wasn't an accident though, Nayeon knows Momo well enough by now to know her schedule and planned to run into her. So Nayeon got herself invited to a gala that Momo was attending. She felt bad for not calling because she was so busy with work and wanted to see her in person. There was also the dilemma that the thought of Momo made her nervous and have butterflies. She didn't trust herself to keep her cool and didn't want to make a fool of herself. But now that she thought about it, meeting in person would probably turn out worse for her. Oh well, too late to turn back now.

Sometime into the event, Nayeon saw Momo make her way to the horderves table and decided to follow.

When she got close to Momo she looked over at her, "Momo? Fancy meeting you here."

The other girl looked pleasantly surprised by her appearance, "Well well, Kitty finally came out of hiding. I'll admit, I got little worried when you didn't call. I thought something happened to my feline friend."

"Friend? Last time I checked you were stalking me."

"Look, i'm really sorry-"

"It's ok, i'm just teasing." Nayeon smiles, so far her attempts at hiding how panicked she was were working.

Momo just shakes her head, "Ha ha, very funny.." and playfully shoves Nayeon's shoulder a little, to which the other girl giggles. "What's your name by the way?"

"Oh, right. Guess we didn't get to that, my name's Nayeon."

"It's pretty, I like it." This makes the older girl smile.

Nayeon's smile soon drops though, and she looks at Momo apologetically. "Look, I'm sorry about not calling. Work's been hectic and I had to lay low for a little while."

"Oooh is Kitty being a bad girl?" Momo smirks, adjusting a strand of Nayeon's hair.

"Always." Nayeon quirks an eyebrow, looking down at Momo's lips, then back at her eyes. 'Hold it together Nayeon..' she thinks.

"Well then, I can only imagine the trouble we could get into together. Why don't you stop being such an outdoor cat and come to my house to play? How's friday sound? 7 o'clock?" Momo smirks.

Nayeon panics a little, a pink tint showing up on her cheeks, before answering "I'll think about it, Kitty likes to play.." She winks, walking back to her table.

Throughout the rest of the gala the girls spare glances at each other, winking or waving when they do. When Nayeon gets home though, she totally freaks out about their encounter. "Did that really just happen?? She wants me to go to her HOUSE?! Oh my god.. what am I gonna wear??" She starts rummaging through her closet, even though she doesn't have to be there for another 6 days.

Half way through her closet, she comes to a realisation and facepalms. "Oh my god, i'm so whipped!"

The week passes by, and with each day Nayeon gets more nervous. On wednesday she sends Momo a text, 'I've decided to take you up on your offer, friday at 7 it is.' She gets a response a few minutes later, 'Marvelous, see you then Kitten.' Which makes her freak out even more.

When friday comes, and Nayeon's spent most of her day getting ready mentally and finding a dress to wear, she heads to Momo's a little before 7. She got(more like stole) Momo a cat charm necklace she hopes she'll like & decided to wear a burgundy evening gown.

When she gets there, she knocks on the door and looks around while she waits. It's one of the nicest houses she's ever seen and hopes she's never stolen from Momo before.

When the door opens, Momo's standing there in a black evening gown. She looks amazing and Nayeon has to stop herself from gawking.

"Hey, come in! You look amazing!" Momo grabs Nayeon's hand and brings her inside, the older girl trying not to panic at her touch.

"Thanks, so do you!" Nayeon smiles, "Oh! I got you this." She says, handing over the necklace box.

Momo opens it and gasps, she knows Nayeon probably stole it but loves the thought behind it. "Oh my god, I love it! Help me put it on?" She gives it to Nayeon and turns her back to her, moving her hair aside. Nayeon moves to put it on her, sweating a little out of nervousness from being so close to her. Her perfume is intoxicating and Nayeon's hands are shaking as she tries to do the clasp up.

Momo leans back into her a little, she's figured out by now what affect she has on the older girl and likes teasing her.

Nayeon gulps at this and Momo turns her head to look at her, "Do I make you nervous, Kitten?"

"What? Noo pfft, i'm cool." Nayeon backs up shyly and clears her throat, not wanting to look Momo in the eyes.

"Whatever you say, Honey." Momo smirks, "Have you eaten? Do you want anything?"

"No thanks, I ate earlier." Nayeon smiles, still having trouble making eye contact.

"Do you want to walk in the garden then? I have a little greenhouse outside." Momo gestures to a pair of glass doors.

"Sure! Sounds cool."

Momo puts her hand around Nayeon's waist and walks them outside, coming to the greenhouse. Nayeon is impressed once again, Momo has an amazing collection of plants. As they walk, Nayeon can't take her eyes off of Momo. 'Ugh she smells so good, I just wanna rub my face in her neck..'

She's brought out of her thoughts by Momo's words, "Hey, you ok Cutie?"

"Hm?" Nayeon then realises she's inches from Momo's neck and quickly pulls away. "Oh! Sorry.." Nayeon blushes profusely, thanking the gods it's dark out so Momo can't really see it.

"A little forward, aren't we? If you wanted me so badly you could've just said so." Momo winks.

Nayeon just looks at the ground and gets quiet, her face a tomato coloured mess. Not able to believe she did something so embarassing to her crush.

Momo notices and brings her hand under Nayeon's chin, bringing her face up to look at her. "Hey, it's ok! I was just joking.. and honestly.. even if you did it I wouldn't have minded." Momo smiles.

"...Really?" Nayeon asks, pouting a little in shame.

Momo steps a little closer to her, looking at the older girl's lips, "Really."

Nayeon looks at her lips as well, then to her eyes. Momo just nods, and they both lean in. The kiss is deep and passionate, lasting a bit of time before they pull away.

"Wanna continue our walk?" Momo asks, but before Nayeon can answer she turns her head to the side and sneezes.

"Sorry, my nose is sensitive. I think the plants are making me sneeze."

"Well let's go have fun inside then, we don't need Kitty catching a cold now do we? Even though that was adorable." Nayeon giggles at that, taking Momo's hand and going in with her, hoping for more kisses.

When they get inside however, Momo walks over to the living room and sits on the couch, grabbing a box off the coffee table. "Come here Kitten, I have a surprise for you."

Nayeon makes her way over, sitting down beside Momo. "Here, open it." Momo gives the box to her, and when she opens it her eyes widen. Inside is a diamond studded collar with her name on the tag.

"I was thinking.. if you wanted, you could be my Kitten and play with me."

Nayeon nods profusely and Momo puts the collar around her neck. Once it's on however, Nayeon leans in and plants a kiss on Momo's neck. The collar is the perfect size, it feels good around her neck but also allows Momo to crook a finger under it as she gets up and starts leading Nayeon upstairs to her room. Nayeon being a mess internally and trying to keep calm as she follows, giving herself a pep-talk in her head. 'Keep your cool Nayeon. You're the best thief in the city! So what if she's hot, smells amazing, has a perfect body, gave you the most beautiful collar you've ever seen and calls you her Kitten! You're stronger than this!'

When they eventually make it to Momo's room and she opens the door, Nayeon is greeted with the sight of whips, chains, gags, & toys in many shapes and sizes all around the room. Soft pink lights accent the toy displays and bed, Nayeon just lets out a breathy "Fuck me..."

Momo wraps her hands around her waist, back hugging her, "That's the plan, Kitten." and kisses her neck. Nayeon feels her knees go weak but before she can collapse, Momo supports her and pins her against the wall kissing her deeply. Nayeon just whimpers and Momo says, "Don't give out on me yet, Kitten. We haven't even started yet." Biting her lip and almost making Nayeon collapse again. "You do want this, right? I don't wanna force you."

Nayeon nods, "Yeah." and she kisses Momo again.

"Good, now be a good girl for me. Go over to the bed, bend over it, and wait for your surprise."

Nayeon does what she's told, her legs still wobbly as she walks over and waits. After a moment and some rustling, Momo returns. Walking behind Nayeon and kneeling down, running her hands up Nayeon's thighs and over her ass. She hikes up Nayeon's dress and slowly pulls down her wet panties, which Nayeon steps out of and Momo tosses on the floor. She continues by massaging Nayeon's ass, "You're such a pretty kitty for me, but I think you're missing your tail."

By this point, Nayeon's a puddle and wrapped around Momo's finger. She just bites her lip and waits in anticipation for whatever Momo wants to do to her.

Using some lube, Momo gently works the plug in. Nayeon is a bit squirmy during the process cuz she's not used to the feeling, but once it's in Momo stands back and looks at her. "Aren't you just the cutest thing! Why don't you shake your tail for me."

Nayeon obeys, wiggling her butt and making the tail sway. Momo squeals and goes to promptly reward Nayeon, sitting on the bed and giving her a kiss. Nayeon pouts cutely, "Now play with me."

"Of course, Kitten." Momo moves behind Nayeon, leaning on her back a bit. Using one hand to massage her breast and the other to rub Nayeon's clit. But Nayeon wants more, and using her nimble skills she flips Momo onto the bed and gets on top of her. She groans and kisses Momo deeply, grinding on her abs.

"It's about time you showed your claws, I was thinking you went soft on me." Momo smirks, but Nayeon has no response. Too occupied with the feeling of Momo's hard abs rubbing against her. Momo grabs Nayeon's hips, guiding them to go faster and harder, pressing down more into Momo.

Nayeon starts letting out little moans and whimpers, digging her nails into Momo's shoulders and kissing & biting her neck. She also rubs the tip of her nose slightly over Momo's neck, taking in her addicting scent but also making her shiver. Momo claws at Nayeon's back, wanting as much of her as she can get and leaving marks of her own.

Momo hikes Nayeon's dress up over her tail so she can grab her ass easier while guiding her. But eventually she sits up and slips one of Nayeon's shoulder straps off, telling Nayeon "I wanna feel all of you."

Nayeon nods and Momo starts slipping her dress off, trailing kisses from neck to thighs as she goes. Then takes off her own dress & panties, discarding the clothing on the floor.

Then they assume their former positions, Momo laying on the bed with Nayeon riding her abs & getting her slick all over them. "Mm such a good Kitty, so wet for me." Momo pulls Nayeon down by the collar for another kiss, her hand wraps around Nayeons neck as they kiss. She squeezes a little, making Nayeon's head rush as she pants.

Nayeon claws Momo's hair and groans out a "Ugh fuck, touch me." and Momo is more than happy to oblige. She runs her hands along Nayeon's torso to her wet pussy, slipping 2 fingers in and slowly pumping them in and out of her. Nayeon gasps but adjusts quickly and rides Momo's fingers. Every time Momo rubs Nayeon's clit she moans, grabbing Momo's wrist as she has her hand around Nayeon's throat.

Eventually, Nayeon gets the right angle, riding Momo's fingers with her palm rubbing her clit. Eyes shut tight as the tention builds. Momo can soon feel Nayeon's walls clenching around her fingers, so she fucks her harder. Nayeon moaning loudly the whole way through, having multiple orgasms and becoming a writhing mess at Momo's touch.

Momo slides her onto the bed beside her and cuddles her as she comes down from her high, the older girl trying to catch her breath. Giving Nayeon some soft kisses, momo says "It's my turn to feel good now baby, why don't you go pick a toy and fuck me good with it."

Still a bit dazed, she looks at the toys. Eventually settling on a strapless strap, she makes her way back to Momo. "Ooh good choice." The younger says with a smirk.

Nayeon is still a little drained so Momo takes over, riding Nayeon's cock so well. Nayeon pays a lot of attention to Momo's breasts, sucking and licking them messily, leaving hickeys here and there. But Momo loves it, running her hands through her kitten's hair and scratching her scalp.

The feelings of Momo riding Nayeon, Nayeon matching Momo's rhythms with her thrusts, and the vibrator in both of them is enough to leave the room full of moans and profanities. Momo's orgasm comes like a tidal wave, drenching Nayeon's cock and the bed. She slips the strap out of herself and stands over Nayeon's face, "Come on Kitten, clean me up like a good girl." and Nayeon does. She licks Momo up so well & has her jerking from licking her oversensitive clit.

Once Nayeon's done, she takes her strap out & they shower together to clean the rest of them. Momo hugs Nayeon from behind and plants a soft kiss on her shoulder, "So what do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

Nayeon giggles, "Bold of you to assume I won't sneak off into the night, but.. eggs." Before kissing Momo's cheek.

[thenexusofsouls]

Anxiety is a huge bitch you don't need to apologize!! I know you feel bad but for real, I have generalized anxiety disorder myself and I know it's a serious thing, so pls don't feel like you owe anyone anything!

{i am the caretaker of souls} First of all, I am so sorry you have generalized anxiety disorder. It is seriously difficult to live with, and I hope you are doing okay. ❤ Secondly, thank you for this, I really appreciate it.

I know I don't have to apologize, but I am usually better at managing my anxiety than this and I'm starting to irritate myself, lol. It's sad to say, but I've lived with anxiety and high levels of stress my whole life so I'm... used to it? But I guess I'm at a level that even I'm not used to maintaining on a daily basis, and it's affecting my time management, focus, and creativity.

It disappoints me when I say I'll be online and writing by a certain day, because I believe fully that I will be, and then that day comes and for one reason or another I have absolutely no brain for it. I feel like people get tired (or should get tired, anyway, heh) of my constant excuses and broken promises. Why do I have these blogs if I'm just going to make excuses as to why I can't write on them? I know I'm entitled to breaks and don't need to apologize, but when I don't live up to my own standards, I disappoint myself, you know?

What I really would love to do is take an extended hiatus for a while, but I'm afraid if I do that, I won't come back, haha. I don't want to stop writing on here, but I think I'd fall out of the habit and not be able to get back into it. Otherwise I'd take a month off and come back fresh because I am burned out and at maximum anxiety right now and it's hard to muster up creativity when that's the case.

Also... I need fewer muses and blogs. I do know this, haha. But despite having trouble maintaining them all, I can't bring myself to get rid of any of them, lol. In fact, I keep thinking of the ones I've already let go quiet and I miss them. But I won't let myself bring back any more right now, don't worry. XD I have been better lately about realizing my limits and taking days off rather than pushing myself, so I am trying to be mindful of my mental health. This is just supposed to be a fun hobby, after all.

Anyway, I've rambled enough. I'm super tired and I have to head to bed early, but I'm going to write for Wanda and Vision over on their blogs for a bit before I do. I'll see everyone back here on this blog on Friday! =)

[unrhymed-poetry]

One week story

So, yesterday (March 28) I've decided to uninstall my IG and Twitter and deactivated my FB so that I could focus on the whole week (March 28,2021 - April 4,2021). This is how it goesssss...

MONDAY

Today is also the start of ECQ 2.0. we had a curfew at 6PM. I am overjoyed when I heard about the curfew because that means we can go home early. But guess what? I got home at 6:30 because customers suddenly rush at our store before 6. And then we have to eat dinner. Since I'm writing tonight, no one catch us lol. But tonight it is so peaceful and quiet! I am done with my devo then I excercised and took a bath. And then while writing, I just finished writing news in Korean and going to translate it, when something comes to my mind. This aha moment came when I want to listen to IU's songs, but girllll! Her voice is too high and I can't sing her song, LOL. I have to listen and read the lyrics so that I can practice my speech. Then I realized, why don't I listen to Korean worship songs?! I opened my Spotify and saw that SuJu (I'm a fan hahah) has a worship song!!! And I got across to this Psalm 23 song (last week I memorized the chapter so I thought I could record because I know what it says). I have to remind myself that I am a kindergarten at this moment while learning Korean hehe.

This is how peaceful the night is, but before 8, power was interrupted, but thankfully it came back after 20 minutes.

TUESDAY

Day 2 naaaa. Okay magtatagalog na lang ako, sumasakit na rin ulo ko mag-English hahahah.

Okay, tonight is SOL day. And your ate is late na naman pero they are still waiting, unlike naman sa 20-25mins. na late every Tuesday. Salamat curfew, nakasali pa ako sa pa-games. What I learned tonight is that thankful ako kay Lord sa life ng mga leaders ko. Sa patience na ibinigay nila sa akin so that I can grow sa faith ko kay Lord.

Just to share what am I reading now

Super big help sa akin nito. Ang dami kong natutunan.

After the training, I exercised and drank tea. Yes, drinking tea is an achievement everyday. I bought that last year pero hindi ko pa rin nauubos! Grabe tapos may Twinnings pa ako na lasang sampaguita. Gusto ko na silang maubos para makabalik na ako sa Lipton huhu. Ayun na nga, tonight kasi a friend messaged me sa viber, she shared some post about dreams na nawala. So, while taking a bath, bigla kong naisip na, bakit jindi kami mag-Bible study?!! I need that also, and she needs it. I opened to her this idea. And while typing this, nag-uusap na kami sa time kung kelan namin gagawin 'yun. Yehey!

Anywaysssss, that's it. 10PM na at hindi pa ako nakakapag-aral hahaha. Kaya paaalam na muna. Bukas namannn mga beshy.

P.S. nagdisconnect ako sa socmed pero dito ko naman nilipat distraction ko hahahah.

WEDNESDAY

My spirit is well fed today, that's why I'm just going to share my learning today.

On our morning prayer, God reminded me that He never wastes season. All of what's happening in my life are part of His plan. And ngayon ko na lang din narerealize yun, even my bad decisions He made it for my good.

Nanuod ako ng vlog ni ToniG kanina. I am super inspired sa faith ng girl na'to. Sabi nga ni Toni na nagcocomplain tayo sa little thing in our life pero may ibang tao na matindi ang battles na pinagdadaanan.

Day 28. This book was actually given to me by my friend/officemate. Alam ko nabasa ko na 'to pero ngayon ko lang siya naintindihan. Maybe that time wala talaga yung heart ko to seek God. But I was reminded that OK lang na slowly (but strongly) yung pag-journey ko sa life. Dagdagan pa ng Bible reading ko in the book of John

Grabe naman yung YOU WILL HAVE TO SUFFER. Normal naman pala sa life yun. Pero may PERO! But cheer up! daw because Jesus defeated the world. Thank you Lord for the assurance! We need this today sa gitna ng chaos ng mundo.

Lastly, on my devo another translation said sa Ecc. 10:10 'If the iron is blunt, and one does not sharpen the edge, he must use more strength, but wisdom helps one to succeed."

I was reminded na hindi ko lang dapat laging gamitin yung strength ko but ALWAYS seek wisdom from God. Kailangang ko ring galingan sa lahat ng ginagawa ko, and I must value the time that God has given me.

Lastly na talagaaaa hahahah. Napag-alaman ko na may karibal pala ako kay Bogummy 😭 hahahaha. Kidding aside, I'm so happy meeting new people despite the pandemic. And greatest thing I learned today is that kaya siguro I'm on 'spiritual high' ( yung tipong I'm happy and filled with God's word at this time) kasi God wants to use me para sa mga kaibigan ko who are losing hope.

Hay Lord, feel me with Your wisdom and continually to speak to me.

파이팅!

THURSDAY

April 1. How I wish at the end of the day may magsasabi ng joke lang ang lahat. Coming home last night, I excercised agad, then I read Day 29 sa book na binabasa ko, and 2 chapters in the book of John.

Supposedly after that I'll do my personal devo. But before, nag-set pa ko ng to-list for today because our store is closed.

So my to-do list is consists of attending morning prayer, reviewing Korean and memorizing words, and playing my Kalimba. Last night, I'm planning to write some lessons rin. Didn't update here the same day (since I'm writing this on a Friday morning) because something happened.

So back before I'm going to do my devo, I checked my messenger/viber and mydays of my friends. Then I saw nga yung myday ng one of my ates in church. I PM'd her, ate ano ibig sabihin nun? Because she said "You will be miss." Although sa totoo lang alam ko na yung ibig sabihin nun but I have this in denial stage pa na, hindi ko maintindihan pero naiintindihan ko, that kind of thing. I activated my FB just to confirm, and even called her. And yes, it is really true.

Last Saturday, just want to remind myself na, Hebrews 12 kept on popping in my minds. It's says there na therefore we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses.... Naisip ko lang siya nun because of the people around me na, oo nga Lord, I look up to them also kasi nakikita how You worked and still working in their life, and because of their faith to You mas nag-hohope din ako at mas lumalakas. Then I remembered a friend dear to who passed away early, na still one of the heartbreaks ko, I still remember that I dreamed of her the night before she died and waking up from the text messages na wala na siya. Of course I'm sad, but looking at her life and seeing her faith to God despite she's been gone through in life na masasabi ko na, she's one of the great clouds of witnesses in my life pala.

Last night, though nung pandemic ko lang nakita si kuya pero kapag sa time nakikita ko siya sa CO natutuwa yung heart ko sa relationship ng bawat isa. Even yung mga kulit moments nila. I can't imagine the grief of those people that are close to him. Na kung ako nga affected, pano pa sila? And, as I mention earlier, I activated my FB and upon scrolling a former officemate just passed away rin, I was shocked, that time nagsi-sink sa akin na Lord hindi ko alam talaga what will happen to me, kung kelan Niyo ba ako kukunin?

What I said to Lee last night (we've talked for 4hrs, 3:30AM na ako natulog) na gusto ko kapag ako namatay masasabi niyo na, "Ay yan si Bevz nagawa niya yung purpose niya dito" and they would be comforted to the fact na I'm with God, and I'm home.

FRIDAY

Since 3:30 na ako nakatulog kagabi, I still set an alarm na 5:30 to attend MP. Napatay ko pala yung alarm ko and bigla na lang akong nagising ng quarter to 5. Mag-M-MP nga pala ako. Patapos na rin 'yung word nung naka-join ako. After prayer, Bishop spoke.haaaayyyy 😭😭😭😭😭😢💔💔💔💔💔💔💔. (No words)