#33 is a bigger number that i thought

[girlycocksleeve]

Description: A man turns a cuntboy into his perfect girlfriend

Tags: coerced detransition, abuse kink, misgendering kink, transphobia, rape

He met her through mutual friends. The moment he first saw her at the house party, it was obvious to him that she was a fakeboy, her binder not able to hide her tits, which must have at least been C cups judging by the curve of her shirt. She had a lower voice, although distinctly feminine, so he guessed she must’ve been on HRT.

They had exchanged numbers and talked for a couple weeks. He was older than her, 33 compared to her 22, and she had just moved to the city.

When he asked her out she was ecstatic, and they quickly planned a first date, then a second, then a third. He took her to a bar and got her drunk before taking her back to his place, pushing her up against the door and kissing her. She slurred out that she didn’t take her binder off for sex, and that she was anal only. He respected that the first time, fucking her ass would be good enough for now. She had protested at how big he was, had begged him to go slower but he just whispered “You feel too good baby, I can’t help it” and fucked her harder.

Once he was done she lay there dazed for a minute, cum leaking out of her ass, before starting and saying she needed to go home. He convinced her to stay the night, citing the lateness and her lack of sobriety, and then helped her out of her binder. He made sure not to ogle her tits, definitely bigger than a C cup, until she was asleep. At that point he was free to take pictures and videos, even parting her labia to play with her enlarged clit, sticking two fingers into her virgin pussy while she moaned.

She woke up hungover the next morning and he was there with crackers and water and ibuprofen, all gentle and sweet. She didn’t really remember the night before, but assumed her aching ass was because of him, which just turned her on. Before she left she asked to ride him. He expressed doubt, saying that she was too hungover, that she needed to rest, and she just begged, giving him a blowjob to try to convince him. It worked, and soon enough she was bouncing on his dick, tits bouncing as she hadn’t even thought to put on her binder. She left mid morning with a plug in her ass and her cunt dripping.

Before long she was opening up to him about her kinks. She wanted him to be rough with her, degrading and humiliating her. He acquiesced, making sure she knew the safeword by heart, and telling her to use it liberally.

He started to isolate her, making plans when he knew she was trying to see other friends. Driving wedges in between them, making scenes go on too long so that she would miss appointments.

One weekend he kept her denied, only letting her blow him without being allowed to touch her ass. He fed her aphrodisiacs and kept her watching porn so that her cunt stayed wet. After a couple days she was begging him to fuck her, saying she would do anything he wanted. He gave her two options: either he would fuck her ass without lube, or he would fuck her pussy. She hesitated before saying ass, crying out when the head breached her and immediately asked him to fuck her pussy.

“I don’t know, you asked for this.” He sunk another half an inch deep. The friction almost hurt with how tight she was.

“No, no, please, daddy. Please fuck my virgin pussy please I need your cock in my cunt.” He smiled as he drew back and pushed into her virgin hole. Tight and wet and he was immediately fucking rough into her, not giving her a second to adjust. She just moaned, breath catching on every thrust. He wondered if she was on birth control, but ultimately decided it didn’t matter as he came in her.

He made her clean her juices and cum off his dick before letting her cockwarm him for the rest of the day, fucking back into her pussy whenever he got hard. Eventually she came from it, clenching around him beautifully.

It was a few more weeks before he made another move. She was basically spending all her free time with him, and he had taught her that the minute she entered his apartment all of her clothes came off. That day he had her chained up, arms above her head while she was on her tippy toes. Nipple suckers had been on her tits for a good half an hour while he had flogged her ass, making her thank him for each one as her skin progressively grew more bruised. When he took the suckers off he immediately replaced them with clamps, and she instinctively shouted “No!”

She froze up, knowing that she wasn’t allowed to say that, and he tutted, yanking on the chain between the clamps so that she cried out. He then left the room, going to the atrium where her clothes were, grabbing her binder and scissors.

“This body is mine, understand?” He growled the words while yanking on the chain again, harder this time.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Please, daddy.” She was sobbing, either from pain or fear of punishment he didn’t know.

He held up her binder, made sure she knew what he was doing as he took the scissors to it. “If I ever see you wearing one of these again, I’ll whip your tits until they’re so swollen you won’t even be able to put one on.”

She just whimpered, “Thank you, sir.”

He fucked into her pussy afterwards, and she came when he told her what a good girl she was.

#detrans kink #detransition kink #ftm detrans kink #misgender kink #detrans me #fakeboy #forced detrans #misgenderingkink #detransitionkink #ftm misgendering #my writing 💖

[seamsterslocal]

summer binder picture tutorial

this is the third binder ive made for myself recently and the first one i’m writing up. it’s designed to do a few things: 1) allow me to put it on by myself without dislocating my shoulders 2) allow me to breathe well enough to partake in normal activity 3) be cool enough to wear throughout a muggy 90-100F summer 4) not constrict my ribs in a way that aggravates my lack of connective tissue and causes intense pain.

this has become necessary even though i had top surgery many years ago, because when i had it i was extremely skinny and since then i’ve increased in size by about 50%. this has been really fucking good for my health in every single way* except that when my chest is squishy or moves at all it’s So Goddamn Triggering for me. but also since ive had top surgery ive developed and/or been made away of a plethora of chronic conditions that make every single commercially available binding option medically impossible. unbound, my chest is pretty much what you’d expect for a chubby cis guy but venturing out into the world in just a tshirt no longer works for me

*anyone who badmouths weight gain or fat bodies in the notes WILL be blocked

under the cut are a bunch of process pictures and explanations of what they all mean:

first i’ll give you a look at the pieces and measurements:

most of the seams are sewn in this picture and one half is turned inside out, allowing you to see both the finished dimensions (right) and the placement of the fusible horsehair canvas that gives this lil scrap of linen any structure at all (left)

to get your chest measurement, you’re gonna have to do some math:

first measure above and below what you want to bind. average these numbers. mine are something like 32 and 34, which average to 33. subtract a few inches--this is to allow the air movement between the laces at center front and back, critical in the summertime. i deleted 3 inches bc i like that number but you can go bigger if you want. the more inches you subtract here, the more youll be able to ratchet all your chest material down later, but at the same time you need to leave enough fabric for a sturdy garment. let’s say a range of 2-6 inches/5-15cm. by taking your measurements this way, you’re essentially measuring the chest you would like to have. that + the horsehair canvas work together to compress any squishy tissue/force anything that doesnt compress up and to the outside (basically into the armpit/lower shoulder--the chest might stick out but it will give a very puffed chest captain america pectoral silhouette)

you can also see how ive clipped my curves and pre-drilled my lacing holes. i used the marlin spike on my knife to open up the holes on the interfacing side, mainly as a way of marking them. this worked well bc the interfacing’s glue kept the linen from raveling

this is the same stage but looking at the non-interfaced grey linen/cotton blend (the black is some 100% linen from my cabbage stash). you can see ive broken the solar-plexus-to-back measurement up into a bunch of pieces to save on fabric but that’s not necessary. my original pattern was just two pieces (front and back) and chopping the straps into thirds on both sides was aesthetic

in the following picture you can really see how this is really just overgrown regency stays:

i thought about doing side lacing but didn’t think that would be comfortable for me. on the front, the side seam allowance was pressed inwards before turning to create a finished looking slot. on the back the side seam is left unfinished with an extra wide seam allowance, and is inserted into that slot.

here’s a closeup on it pinned in place (you can adjust the angle of the side seam and the fit during this pinning stage):

that side seam was just topstitched in place once i had the fit how i liked it, and the armhole was reinforced with more topstitching

alright, time for eyelets: first, you can see how well the marking worked:

next, two rows of basted eyelets (left), one row of eyelets sewn with a doubled and waxed cotton thread (center right), and one row of eyelets opened and stainless steel rings placed (right).

next time i’m going to mark the eyelets same as i did above, but do this step differently--i’ll mark and baste the steel rings in place BEFORE widening the eyelets. this is bc i had a lot of problems keeping the eyelets on center

eyelets half done on this one! on the left are eyelets sewn with doubled and waxed cotton thread and on the right eyelets sewn with quadrupled and waxed thread. the center is basting again. i was able to force the holes back in line while sewing the eyelets but it was kinda annoying. adding a second picture that doesnt have great focus but hopefully shows how that process worked and shows the spike clearly

i ended up using this white cotton thread because it’s stronger than my black cotton thread (which the rest of it is sewn with). [eta: after this was first posted, i pressed the whole thing heavily, which effectively de-waxed the thread, and i dyed the whole thing a medium charcoal grey, the thread blends in perfectly on the lighter side and isn’t such a sore thumb on the darker side]

bonus: the piecing layout for that little piece of strap. the whole light gray half of the binder was made from 1/2 of one of the legs i cut off some linen suit pants to make slutty camping shorts last year and i really really didn’t want to break into any of the other three halves for this garment--i have Plans for it

overall the fit of this is incredible. it DOESNT hurt my ribs which every zip-up garment ive been able to find (and it is difficult) does due to really thick elastic at the base. it doesnt aggravate my sensory issues with the synthetic fibers that every commercial option is made of. i can walk up a hill or stairs, or go to pt, without getting too out of breath. i can eat with it tight, or loosen the front easily and without taking it off to make eating easier and less nausea-inducing. it is reversible!

best of all the lacing at the back gives the garment enough movement for me to get it on without dislocating, and the interfacing and steel rings give it structure once it’s on. the shaping comes only from fusible horsehair linen canvas and stainless steel rings like youd use for chainmail, there’s no boning at all, which makes it very quick to sew (except the eyelets, but metal grommets would be sturdy and quick provided theyre of good quality)

there’s a small amount of gaping on the outside of the shoulder strap, which i plan on fixing with a tiny tiny dart in the armpit, i want to add pockets to tuck the laces into, and i need a better lace for the back, but it’s completely wearable in time for the 90 weather next week which is all i wanted. i’ll do a reblog when it’s perfectly finished with an update on the fit but for now it is done enough 

the little ridge where it doesnt lay flat against the shoulder is most visible with just a single t shirt over it. with a flannel or a sweater, it disappears, and by itself, it’s hidden in movement

eta: after dyeing this, i relaced it a bit looser in the back and that gape mainly disappeared. ive decided to leave it in instead of smoothing it with a dart because the loose fabric gives space for my chest to expand when breathing and shapes my silhouette in a way that emphasizes my shoulders

#sewing #trans #trans man #binding #body shaping #cotton #disability accommodations #physical #sensory #eyelets #fusible interfacing #historical fashion #regency #horsehair canvas #lacing #linen #lining #new build #drafted pattern #picture tutorial #piecing is contemporary too #stainless steel #stashbusting #stays #structured garment #treadle machine

[yurislotusgarden]

Hi there! How are you? Can I please request number 11 for the event with Dazai, Kunikida, and Fyodor? I'm a sucker for giving hand kisses, honestly XD. Gn or female reader, I don't mind.

ʚїɞ Separately! Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ word count: just over 1k

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, reader’s gender is not specified in any way, they both are lowkey whipped <33, This is my fav work so far ngl

ʚїɞ I'm very well these days, thank you for asking! I do not write for Kunikida, sorry anon! Hope you don't mind it too much!

ʚїɞ Does it all the time, at every opportunity

ʚїɞ You think you would get used to it, and you probably would stop getting that red hue on your cheeks if he didn’t keep eye contact with you while doing it

ʚїɞ Ya know the way one would bow to kiss a lady’s hand as a greeting in the past?

ʚїɞ Yeah he does that

ʚїɞ There's no place on your hands that hasn't been kissed by this man

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The sun was slowly going down, the orange hue falling over the water, giving it a beautiful glow.

Two figures could be seen taking a walk along the water line, green bushes and trees dimmed in color upon being caught in the sun's rays, surroundings pleasantly bare of other people.

Dazai Osamu, one of the two figures mentioned before, thought that he had seen everything and that no view could cause shock or any other bigger emotion to go throughout his body or mind, and yet, he's standing still, planted in one place, the view of his beloved s/o, the love of his life, painted in the orange-yellow glow of the setting sun, taking his breath away.

Sometimes he wonders, how did he get so lucky? Because he had to do something in his past life to deserve all this. There’s no way he just got lucky for no reason, it’s not possible, not for him.

“You alright, Samu?”

A simple question said in a gentle voice, was enough to snap the man out of the daze he was in. He was so in his thoughts that he didn't even register you looking over at him.

“Yeah… Yeah, I am, love. Sorry for that.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, don’t worry. We all get lost in our thoughts sometimes.”

Oh… Dazai swears that if he were to die right now, even if in the most painful way imaginable, it would still be a happy death.

He cannot comprehend your care. For other people, objects, opinions, all sorts of things… and him. He will never understand how can you care for him out of all people. Past him would argue that he simply doesn’t deserve it, and present him can’t fully disagree but… if you decided he deserves it, or needs it, as you once said, he will take it all. His heart never would, still can’t, and never will be able to stand the precious love that comes from you.

Dazai was aware you were about to speak, but he still went with what he wished to do. A hand gently touched yours, grasping it softly before bringing it up a little, effectively stopping you from speaking.

Once he brought your hand up enough, around the height of his hips, he could be seen leaning down, seemingly bowing before placing a gentle kiss upon your knuckles while keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

If there’s one thing he could promise to never get tired of, it would definitely be the light red hue blossoming upon your cheeks every time.

ʚїɞ Does it as an actual greeting

ʚїɞ He woke up and said "Let's be an asshole to everyone but the love of my life, Let's be a gentleman to them instead"

ʚїɞ He ALWAYS goes for the knuckles

ʚїɞ He bows on occasions, but most of the time he raises your hand up to his lips to place a gentle kiss, usually as a hello or goodbye

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The moon shined brightly tonight, giving everything that met the gentle glow a serene silver look.

Serenity. Something Fyodor doesn't have unless he finds himself inside the four walls of his home. Something he always, with no fail, finds near you. You, the figure he's been looking at for the previous half a minute.

The dark-haired man was planning on leaving the house quietly, with little to no sound to ensure that his beloved wouldn't wake, yet there you were. Glowing under the moonlight shining through the window not too far away from your person like a fairy, like an angel that decided to bless him with their presence. 'Like the moon is calling out to them' he thought.

“So? Will you answer my question, Fedya?”

A quiet, gentle voice snapped Fyodor out of the trance he found himself in. He always does it whenever you both are awake at such ungodly hours, doesn’t he?

“Yeah. Just have to go look through something, won’t take too long, myshka.”

And he can’t help it. The way you look under the moonlight will always take the air out of his lungs for a short minute. The way it makes your hair shine gently, the way your figure fits into the grey shades around you, the way it makes your eyes look so serene.

A sigh came from your direction before you spoke up. “Just come back safe, please.”

He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you and your care. He’s aware of that fact. Fyodor was aware of what he did for his plans, and that someone else who would do something like he does, wouldn’t most likely get such care from someone so delicate.

It doesn’t matter how you look, because in his eyes you’re like a fragile doll, something that could be broken if not looked after properly. The dark-haired man doesn’t know how he got your heart, but he guessed he had to get simply lucky. Fyodor didn’t manipulate you, even if it was in his plans, had you happened to not fall for him through his advances, but you did. It was all you.

“You know I will.”

A promise he swore to keep. After all, in his eyes there had to be someone to protect you. His figure could be seen walking up to you in a calm manner before he slowly stuck out his hand towards you, a sign for you to give him your hand yourself. You did so. It would be a crime if he said he never noticed how your eyes always seem to soften up at his gesture.

Fyodor could’ve been seen raising your hand up to his lips, before planting a gentle goodbye kiss upon your knuckles.

Serenity. A word foreign to Fyodor before you came into his life, but he couldn’t have been more grateful for that.

Notes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated

#idk why this is my fav but for some reason it's so satisfying #to read for me #bsd x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #x reader #dazai x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd fyodor #bungo stray dogs x reader

[luveline]

hi jade!! could i please request a steve harrington x luna lovegood!reader? i don't have an specific idea in mind, sorry about that. <33

r makes her move on a lovestruck Steve! ty for ur request ♡ fem!reader

"Stevie," you sing quietly, creeping up behind him. He knows you're there because you'd bumped into a cardboard cutout and apologised, but otherwise he'd have jumped a half mile. 

"You walk, like, silently, you know? It's creepy," he says mildly, on his knees in front of the horror tapes. 

"Thank you." You're completely genuine. Steve's glad – he's not insulting you to be cruel. He's trying to flirt. 

He'd tried the normal route. Called you pretty, asked for your number, taken you out. And while you'd eagerly accepted each of his advances, you hadn't seemed to clock that they were of romantic intent. 

So now he's taking relationship tips from thirteen year old boys and hoping something will stick. 

"What do you want, trouble?" 

"I don't want any trouble," you say, kneeling down beside him. 

Your skirt falls around your thighs in a pretty heap of thin, flowing fabric. There's a horrendous bruise on your leg, though whether you know it's there or not is anyone's guess. 

"No, I mean- how are you?" he asks. 

"I miss you like crazy. You didn't call me last night." 

His hand slows where it's reaching out for a tape. He looks down at your bruise and asks tentatively, "You wanted me to?" 

"Duh." You hand him the movie he'd been aiming for and dip your chin to your chest slightly, drawing his gaze. "Wanna go get food?" 

"I'm working." 

You wrinkle your nose like this hadn't occurred to you. "After?" 

"Sure. Are you hungry now? I have a peanut butter-" 

"No, it's okay." 

He nods to himself. "Okay," he mumbles. 

You lay out all the tapes in the plastic tub he'd been carrying them in on the ground and start to sort them from most scary to least, asking his opinion every now and then. 

"You've seen all these?"

"No, I'm going by cover. This one?" you ask, holding up The Morgan Murders with a curious smile. 

"Definitely least scary." 

He shoves the rest of the movies on the shelves, leaving your least to most ranking intact on the very bottom. 

"How'd you hurt yourself?" he asks, standing up and offering you his hand.

You take it, your palm soft as silk. He knows your hands must smell nice because he's seen your little tube of herbal hand cream. He wonders what it smells like.

He cringes at himself and goes to drop your hand. You hold on tightly but let them hang between you, eyes wide as you explain your injury. 

"I fell in the bathroom." 

His eyes fly to your head. "Are you okay?" 

"Of course I am. I slept really well after, like half a day! I think I reset my sleep cycle. Although, that might be 'cos I stayed up to try and find a Lunar Moth yesterday." 

He takes a while to let all of that sink in, your fingers gentle where they've curled around the back of his hand. He uses the little bit of height he has over you to lean over your shoulder and check the back of your head for bumps. 

"Why didn't you call me?" you ask. 

Steve can't believe you're still holding his hand, to be honest, and he blames it entirely for his ineptitude. "I didn't think you were interested." 

"In what?" 

"In me." 

"Oh…" You step between his shoes and look up at him. "Please call me tonight." 

"I thought we were going to get food?" 

"After food." 

He shrugs, more blase than he feels. "Okay. Whatever you want." 

Your smile is blinding. Despite your general attitude, Steve can count the amount of times he's seen you smile on one hand. It really does stun him, worse when you look down at your joined hands and thread your fingers together properly. 

"You have bigger fingers than me," you say conversationally, "so you'd worry that we wouldn't fit together, but look." You squeeze his hand.  

Steve short-circuits.

"How about we go for food now?" he asks. 

Another blinding smile. Steve could get used to those. "Really?" 

"Yeah. I'll take a sick day." 

Your head skews quizzically to the side. "You don't look sick." 

"I'll explain in the car." 

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #fem!reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steve harrington drabble

[zoromuse]

i saw your event and had to enter 🙊 can I get luffy with prompt number 9 pls?? tyy 🙈🙈💗

Monkey D. Luffy + “It’s not going to fit!”

cw. f!reader, use of devil fruit (canon), slight size kink, dom luffy if you squint

wc. 0.4k

a/n. nova pls this was definitely one of my fav to write oml oml literally in love w the idea of luffy + size kink because he totally would. happy valentines day, thank you for requesting, and hope you like it<33

“How did you do that?” you ask, almost horrified at the sight.

Your boyfriend has always been average in length down there, five inches, slim, but he knew just the way to work his cock into you until you were a babbling mess for him.

Still, when he heard his crewmates talking about how girls always like them bigger, he got a little curious. He wasn’t insecure or anything, he knew he didn’t need to be bigger to make you cum like he always did, but he still wondered how you would react if he were bigger.

That’s why tonight, he took advantage of his devil fruit, and watched the blood rush into your cheeks when he stretched from his usual length to almost eight inches. Now it has a slight curve upwards, and his tip is dripping precum from just the thought of all the sounds he could force out of you.

Nevermind the question, now his hand is on your thigh, caressing it softly while trying to pry your legs apart.

You squirm, unsure if you were really ready for something so… big.

It doesn’t matter now that he’s got you spread out like this, your cunt practically oozing at the sight of his half lidded eyes watching you. He’s shifting closer to you, and you feel the warmth of his heavy cock when he slides it between your folds, occasionally rubbing the tip against your clit and watching the pretty face you make when he takes you by surprise and your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Wait… Luffy!” you cry when you feel his hot tip positioned at your entrance. “I-it’s not going to fit!”

Instead of looking even a little bit concerned, he chuckles at you.

“Don’t worry, it will…” he says, and with that, he slides in the tip, quickly followed by the rest of his length.

“Luffy-!” you whine his name, not sure if it’s in pain or pleasure. He’s reaching deeper than he’s ever been before, abusing spots you didn’t even know existed, but it feels so good.

“See, I knew you’d like it!” he says, quickening the pace of his cock and grinning at your expression, your mouth agape and your eyes looking down to where you two meet, your pussy greedily swallowing every agonizingly big inch of his cock. “You’re creaming around me, do you really like it that much?”

“Yes! I l-love it, love your cock!” you say, too enthralled in the way he's throbbing when he repeatedly hits g-spot to care about the embarrassing gush of your cunt around him.

If he knew you were going to react this way, he would’ve done this sooner, because now he wants to see how many times he can make you cum and go stupid on his cock when it’s this big.

©️ zoromuse 2023 | all content belongs to zoromuse, do not modify or repost

#one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x reader smut #one piece #luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader smut #luffy x reader #luffy smut #⭑. zoromuse’s vday event

[uluvjay]

from last 2 prompt 33 and 69 with mark estapa where him and reader have been arguing back and forth so it’s angsty with tensionnn

Mark Estapa x fem reader!

warnings?; Cursing, light arguing, small fist fight, party scene, underage drinking, frat house, yelling

i figured this meant list 2 so thats what i went with! hope you enjoyed anon

33. "your not going out dressed like that"

69. "if you interrupt me one more time-so help me god"

You and Mark had been arguing all day and it had been over the smallest things but it was enough to have both of you in pissy moods hours later. Everyone was currently getting ready to go to some frat party, Mark had been downstairs with the guys for a little now while you finished getting ready.

as you made it down the stairs mark turned around and the content look on his face was immediately replaced by a pissed off one.

"you're not going out like that" he told you while looking you up and down.

"um yes i am" you laughed at him, you knew your corset top would piss him off and that was your reason you decided to wear it but you had to act annoyed.

"No your not, your not wearing something that your tits ar-" he started but got cut off by Ethan

"Guys! we are going to be late so you can either stand here and yell at one another again, like you have been all day or get your asses out the door" he told both of you, giving you both a dad look.

"Dude! her boobs are almost out, I'm not trying to have some dude be weird towards her" Mark tried but all of the guys were over both of you at this point.

"You have ninety penalty minuets i think you can handle someone if they're weird to her, now get the fuck out of the house" Ethan said and you could hear the annoyance in his voice so you decided to be the bigger person and walk past Mark and out the front door.

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Unlike himself to usually do Mark had left you early into the party and because of it you were throwing shot after shot back in the kitchen with some random girl. You felt like shit that your boyfriend was so upset with you that he wouldn't stay and party with you like he usually did, so you used vodka shots to cover the guilt.

"What's your reasoning for getting wasted?" she asked after you both finished your third shot.

"My boyfriend's mad at me and won't even hang out with me" you told her with a pitiful shrug.

"is that his jersey number?" she asked pointing to your neck where you had a '94' pendant necklace that mark had gotten you for your one year.

"yeah he plays hockey" you told her with a smile, you loved talking about Mark especially when drunk.

"ohh a hockey player, good luck with that" she laughed before telling you bye and leaving the kitchen.

you couldn't help but stand there in your thoughts for a moment, you knew Mark would never, he loved you and he showed you on a daily basis how much he loved you. He actually walked around with a shirt that said "i love my girlfriend" that he'd bought for himself and was extremely happy to show you when it came in the mail, but your alcohol influenced made you think he hated you in the moment

You looked all over the first floor of the house and didn't see him and right as you began to panic you saw a concerned Dylan walking towards you. "Y/n! you need to come outside right now" he told you grabbing your arm and pulling you with him. You had to have asked him a million questions but he ignored them all just pulling you to a growing crowd outside.

As you got to the front you seen Nolan, Jay, and Ethan all pulling Mark away from some dude that was holding a bleeding nose. "What the fuck happened Dylan!?" you asked the boy next to you.

"we were playing pong when that guy and his friend asked for a round against us and then the one that's bleeding asked mark that if they won could he get a night with you and told Mark how good he thought you look in that top and Mark just went crazy" he explained causing you to shake your head and make your way over to where the guys were calming Mark down.

Hearing footsteps approaching Mackie turned around and his face immediately dropped before he made his way to you, "No I'm sorry, i love you Y/n but i don't want him lashing out on you, he needs to calm down" he told you, not letting you any closer.

"Is that Y/n?" you heard your boyfriend ask and watched Mackie take a frustrated deep breath before telling him yes.

"Let her over here I'm fine and we need a second alone" you watched as all the boys looked at each other before Nolan gave the nod okay and everyone started walking away from Mark.

You made your way to him but he stopped you before you could throw your arms around him and ask if he was okay, "I'm upset with you right now" he told you.

"I know and I-" you started but he cut you off

"No let me talk and if you interrupt me one more time i-" but before he could finish you did interrupt him

"Mark just listen for one second"

"So help me god! Y/n I am trying to talk so just shut the fuck up for a damn minuet and let me get my words out" he exclaimed and for once you did listen.

He was waiting for a braty reply but didn't get one and as he looked down at you to begin talking he noticed the new look in your eyes and how you were rubbing your thighs together.

"Are you turned on right now?" he asked with a smirk on his face

you looked down at your feet before answering him, "A little, I'm drunk and then duker said you stood up for me and then putting me in my place kinda got me going" you shrugged.

He didn't reply you just felt him pull on your wrist and looked up to see that you were heading towards the back gate to get out of the yard.

"Where are we going?" you asked

"Home so i can fuck you and then when we wake up tomorrow we can talk about what happened today"

-

#mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa #hockey imagine #nhl #nhl fanfiction #umich hockey

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clair de lune (m); part four 

genre; yandere, vampire!au, reincarnation! au angst, smut

pairing; ot8/f.reader

word count: 10.1k

summary; you’ve finally gotten the chance to enter “clair de lune”, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?

note: this first deals with the subject of yandere. with that being said, a lot of the things happening in this fiction will be manipulation, gaslighting, and various other techniques displayed by the characters. if you are not comfortable with that, please do not read.

please don’t reblog with harsh criticism!! not needed or wanted ♡

my bestie calzone read this and helped with grammar <33 LOVE U !! @hongism​

part three | part five

chapter four:

content; manipulation, gaslighting, obsessive behavior, age gap, murder, blood, injuries, dark subjects, weapons, emotional manipulation, panic attack, gunshot wound, blood, murdering/referenced murder, blood drinking, cursing, smut: fingering, dry humping

“Please tell me you’re okay.”

You slowly open your eyes, body sluggish as you lift your head. Your lids are heavy, slowly blinking. You can feel the harsh restraint of your wrists tied together, a tug only making it worse. You swallow, mouth dry as you glance around the room. It’s dark. You strain as you glance around, seeing a shadow of a person just across from you. Your heart picks up its pace, feet sliding against the floor to push you further away from them.

“No, no. It’s me,” his voice is hoarse, the sound of chains decorating his words. “It’s Mingi. You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Mingi?” Your mind is still scattered, thoughts jumbled together. Mingi. Oh, Mingi. The previous conversation echoes in your head, the residual anger still resting deep in your heart. But your fear of what’s happening right now prevents it from bubbling to the surface. You’re still deeply afraid and hurt from what Mingi has not been telling you, but it’s not exactly the right time to hash out your differences. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know,” he admits, groaning softly. “Somewhere at their bar, maybe? House? I can see in the dark, but it’s all gray around us. Looks like they threw us in a basement. It’s been a few hours since you’ve been unconscious. I woke up here, but I can guess we’ve been here for almost ten hours.”

Ten. Hours.

The number causes a shiver to roll down your spine. You’ve been stuck in a basement for almost half a day. You’ve read about situations like this, watched it on TV. But none of it has prepared you for reality. The restraint around your hands prevents you from moving your wrists too much, but there’s nothing on your legs. You’re trying not to make yourself panic, taking slow breaths.

“I’m going to die here, aren’t I?” You don’t mean to say it out loud, body shivering. “We’re going to die here, Mingi.”

“Stop,” his voice is harsh, almost seething. “You are not dying. No one is going to kill you.”

“They tied us up. They’re going to play around with us a bit then kill us. Hanse shot at me. If you weren’t there—” You stop yourself, the panic settles in. “I don’t know what to do.” You think back to Mingi on the ground in a pool of blood, unconscious. “Are you okay?”

Silence.

“Mingi?”

There’s a light chuckle from the dark figure across from you. You watch as his body shakes with laughter, head falling forward. “You’re not upset?”

“I’m allowed to be worried and upset with you at the same time,” you say, eyeing the shadow across from you. “My words from before still ring true. I’m still fucking pissed. But we have bigger things to worry about now. We can figure out our issues later.”

“Why? So that we can go home with you still packing and running away from us?”

He’s touching a nerve. The ache on your side seems to be as livid as you are listening to him egg you on. You don’t respond, sliding your body back so that you’re resting against the cool wall. A low hum from somewhere in the basement starts up. You hope it’s heat. “I don’t have enough energy within me to reason with you, Mingi.”

“Hundreds of years have passed and you’re still as tenacious as before.”

“You know what?” You move your body, hissing at your wound. “Fuck you. Call me whatever name you want, I don’t care. Just know that it isn’t helping your case, it’s only making me hate you more.”

“You don’t hate me.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t,” He’s persistent, you’ll give him that. “You’re just confused.”

“Ah, yes. Please continue to explain my feelings like every other partner I’ve had does.”

“I’m not…” he huffs. “That’s not what I’m trying to do. I know that you’re upset with me, with us. For hiding things from you. It isn’t right, we shouldn’t be doing it. The reason we want to explain it together is because we’ve all lived it differently. You’ve grown closer to Jongho and Yeosang in comparison to the rest of us, so I’m sure you’re learning things from them that you can’t with me, or Yunho, or anyone else. We like to talk things through together. Decisions are made together. So when you ask me about the past, it’s hard for me to explain it because there’s parts that I’m missing. Things that I say might come out differently than I’d like. I’m not trying to lie to you on purpose.”

“Oh?” You raise a brow, turning to him. “Then tell me about that wall of faces.”

“I can’t, you know that.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

He adjusts himself. “Both.”

“Then this little speech you just did isn’t going to work. You say that I don’t hate you, so how do you explain why I’m pissed? Hm? Because I’m pretty sure it’s because I don’t like you.”

“We hurt you. I hurt you. But it doesn’t mean that you hate us. You’re just disappointed.”

“I am,” you say, tucking your arms closer to your body. “I don’t know why I’d even have expectations when I don’t really know you. And I’m not sure why I feel like crying every time one of you speaks to me. It’s like I don’t have control of my emotions when I’m around you. I don’t like how you make me feel. I don’t…” you huff, looking away. “I don’t like it, Mingi.”

You can’t see his face and you’re glad for it, knowing you’d break if you made eye contact.

“I’m sorry things turned out this way. And I’m sorry that my mistakes hurt you. It wasn’t right. It still isn’t right.”

His voice cracks. You close your eyes, turning your body away from his shadowy one. The tears burn against your cheeks. You wipe your face against your arm, body shaking. No. You’re not going to let his words get to you. No matter how distraught his voice sounds. You tuck your legs close to you, ignoring the pain throbbing on your side. It feels bandaged; Hanse or one of the others must have taken care of it. Speaking of them, where the hell are they? Mingi probably knows, but you’d rather not get into a discussion with him right now. It’ll lead to a forgiveness you’re just not ready for. Not until you talk to the rest of them and figure out exactly what’s going on.

“Are we going to sit in silence?” He asks.

“As long as we have to,” you murmur back, closing your eyes.

Minutes pass. The darkness is getting to you, prickling at your skin as you huff. He must be used to it; not even a hint of sound comes from him. No shuffling or anything of the sort. He never quite answered your question about him being okay.

“Do you heal fast?” You ask, breaking your own rule.

“Hm?”

“The shot, Mingi. You were on the ground, unconscious. Did you heal quickly?”

There’s a pause. You think he’s not going to answer until he clears his throat, adjusting his body. “Not necessarily. I didn’t think it would hurt me until I realized they laced the bullet with a chemical that hurts vampires. It’s why I’m not breaking out of this basement, they tied me up with it.” You hear a tug then a low hiss as he moves. “I just fed so I can survive for a bit without blood. But this will lower that time pretty quick.”

“How quick?"

“Two days at most.”

“What will happen then? Will you just die?” You’ve seen enough death in the past day for a lifetime. Mingi dying while you’re across from him only makes your stomach uneasy. He can’t die. No matter how furious you are… you don’t want it to happen.

“No,” he says. “It’s complicated. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I just don’t want you to be afraid of what may happen to me.”

“I want to be ready,” you respond.

“I won’t start decaying like humans do. It will start slowly. Your mind begins to imagine things that are not there. You slowly lose parts of yourself; your humanity, your memories. It’ll make me more animal than human. We’ve learned how to control ourselves around humans, but it wasn’t always this way. We all struggled for years to resist killing every human we see. It will take everything within me to not hurt you. These restraints won’t matter anymore,” his voice is distraught as he speaks about it. Words wary. “But it won’t get to that.”

“You don’t know that,” your voice is low.

“I don’t.”

“Then what do we do?”

He sighs, “I… I don’t know, y/n. Just don’t come near me, alright? No matter what I say or do. Just stay over there. Please.”

“Okay.” The hum is most definitely not heat, a cool breeze tickling your skin. Even if you wanted to stick closer to him to get warm you can’t. You tuck your head down, desperately trying to warm yourself up with only your breath.

-

Hours must have passed. You’ve barely moved from your spot, too cold to stand. Mingi hasn’t said a word either. Has he dozed off? Has the cold gotten to him like it has to you?

“Walk around for a bit,” His voice is muffled, probably tucked into his arm. “It’ll help you warm up. Got to keep yourself moving or you’ll freeze to death.”

“Pretty sure I already have,” you closed your eyes, lids heavy. A bit shocking since you’ve already slept for most of the day. A little more sleep shouldn’t hurt.

“Don’t sleep,” Mingi says. Oh, you must have said it out loud. “Ever watch one of those survival documentaries? Sleeping doesn’t really end well.”

You slowly lift your head, pressing your hands against the concrete floors as you steady yourself. It’s rough, your body aches in pain as you stand. You let out a long breath, arms cracking as you stretch. In all honesty even standing makes you feel better. But you don’t tell that to Mingi of course, pacing back and forth along the far wall. You wonder a bit why they didn’t tie up your legs and only your wrists. But questioning their motives will only make you more frustrated. And the dress you’re wearing isn’t doing any favors, your feet entangling in the shreds at the bottom.

“Tell me a story,” you say after about a minute or so of pacing, glancing at his shadow. “Don’t want that mind of yours to go numb in the silence.”

“So, you do care?”

You wrinkle your nose. “Yes, I care about not being eaten today.”

You can only imagine how his eyes roll at your remark. His shadow moves, adjusting himself against the wall. If it were different you would have stuck by his side. If it were different, you’d make sure the bullet was already out of him. But things aren’t different, so you keep to your pacing, glancing at the shadow ever so often.

“I don’t have many stories.”

“You’ve lived for hundreds of years and don’t have one?” You raise a brow.

“They… I wasn’t a good person, y/n. The stories I tell will only make you think less of me.”

“More than I do now?”

“You’re trying to start an argument.”

“Anything to keep your mind still working.”

He laughs, “I’ll give you that. I have a few stories that aren’t too bad. But it involves Rose. I know you’re not too fond of hearing about her. But it’s pretty much the only thing that I have.”

It’s not that you don’t like hearing about her. It’s interesting to think that you had a life before this one. The comparisons are what get to you. Mindlessly listening to them call you Rose without thinking, speaking to or about you as if you’re her. It’s gotten better since you’ve spoken to them about it, but the thought that when their gazes meet yours, they see their old lover- that would hurt anyone. Even if you were just a friend to them. A quick toss and turn in your thoughts, you nod, encouraging him to speak. Thankfully he has his eyes on you.

“Rose was always quite stubborn,” he starts. “Why are you looking over here like that? Remember that it’s her, not you.”

“Yea, yea.” You’re allowed to feel a bit bitter for your former self. She’s gotta have someone defending her! “You may continue.”

“Anyway,” he clears his throat. “She was often right; I’ll give her that. But…”

“Darling,” Mingi towers over you, a crate of vegetables resting just behind you. You stare up at him in a pout, eyes narrowed. If you weren’t so angry he’d steal a kiss from you, his gaze flicking to them before meeting your eyes once more. Ah, the shift of focus only seemed to anger you. “It’s best if you rest. It’d be a tragedy if you wounded yourself.”

“I am a woman, my love. Not a child. I can tow a few wooden crates across the dock.”

“You can,” he agrees. “But you know why you mustn’t. Someone may spot you—”

“We are so far from home—”

“It’s still a possibility,” He steps forward, holding your face in his hands. Your cheeks are crushed as you glower up at him, groaning in aggravation as he presses a chaste peck to your lips. “I want you safe, you know that right?”

“I do. But using the defense of not wanting me to be hurt is such a scoundrel thing to utter. You know that I can handle myself on my own,” You press a finger into his chest for emphasis. He nods, your eyes only narrowing further. “Are you patronizing me?”

“I love you.”

“That does not answer the question, smelly man.”

His laugh is boisterous, shaking as he presses you deeper into his chest. You cannot be upset with him for long, the large frame of his holding anything but meanness. Which only makes you angry that it’s difficult to be angry with him. You sigh low, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I’d never do such a thing, darling.”

“Wonderful. Now let me go. I may suffocate before we make it to my destination if you hold me any longer.”

His hold tightens, “Not until you say you love me back.”

“Mingi!” You try to wrestle out of his grip, but he doesn’t dare to let go. You laugh, shifting your face up to look at his. Chin resting against his chest, your gazes meeting each other’s. “You’re such an asshole.”

He gasps, eyes widening. “A lady shouldn’t say such vulgar words, you know. And that isn’t going to make me let go.”

“I love you, Song Mingi,” you say simply, pinching his side. “Now unhand me you big stinky man!”

“Not too long after that she persuaded me to let her help. It took a bit of pushing, but it worked in the end. I could never quite say no to her,” he shifted. “In many things.”

It’s easy to read between his words, especially the shift in tone. You continue to pace, glancing at the dark shadow against the wall every few seconds.

“What? We were pirates, there wasn’t much to do while we were sailing the sea.”

You stick out your tongue. “Nasty.”

“Nasty?” You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks. “She was the one who initiated it the most. Perhaps you might want to do some deep digging in that brain of yours.”

The lights flick on. You wince, the brightness blinding you for a moment. After wiping your eyes and blinking a few times, look around the room. Mingi is right in his assessment; the room was bare, a dark gray painting the walls around you. It was big enough that you had enough room to walk without getting near him. But that wasn’t the issue.

Mingi’s eyes meet yours. He’s still wearing the same clothes as before, though it’s covered in rips and holes. The largest one, where he was shot, covers the side of his torso. His chest is rising and falling slowly, face bruised up and bloody just like the rest of him.

You rush over to him, dropping to your knees and tilting your head to look at the wound.

“You said you were okay, but this looks the opposite of okay to me,” you glare at him, eyes flicking back to the wound. The hole seems to pulse, the black veins spreading across his torso slowly.

“It’s nothing, so go back to pacing,” he says. Of course, you ignore his words. It looks horrible. You’ve never seen a gunshot wound in person, but you’re sure this is on the extremely unsafe side of healing. Whatever chemical they laced it with is doing numbers on him.

Mingi sighs. “You’re worried.”

“I am worried.”

“There’s no reason to be,” he says, pulling your attention away from examining the wound. “It’ll go away once I take it out. So, go back to pacing.” He repeats the words, though you ignore them once more.

“And how are you going to do that?” You say, “Mingi, it looks like it’s tearing through you. Just because I’m upset with you doesn’t mean I’d want you to suffer this way. If you claim to know me as well as you do, then you’d know how this would upset me.”

He doesn’t say anything for a brief moment. It’s not like he can reach out for you, his hands restrained. Instead, you feel the touch of his hand against your ankle. A slow stroke, nothing too much. But even with the slightest touch, you’re a bit comforted. But just a bit.

“I just need to take it out then I’ll be fine, y/n. I already told you that you can’t be near me, alright? You’re too close,” his eyes are no longer on yours, instead the wound on your side. “Not exactly the best spot to be when you have dried blood on your shirt. So please move away,” his voice is lower, head slumping to the side. “Please.”

With great hesitance, you back away from him. He lets out a sigh of relief, thanking you with his gaze. Nothing on him is healing. His face is still bloody, and his wound just continues to spill onto the floor. You know what you can do, but Mingi insists that it’s a bad idea. So, you go back to your walking, arms swinging in front of you. The situation is humorous, once you think about it. Mingi cannot move from his spot and yet beckons you with his eyes despite his words, and you don’t want to be next to him, though the only way you can think of helping is doing exactly that.

“Your brain is close to exploding if you continue making that face,” he says. Your eyes flick to him, frowning. “You can be as angry as you’d like. Just keep your distance.”

“I just want to help—”

“You can’t.”

“I know that,” you murmur. “I can try to pull it out. That will help, won’t it?”

He swallows slowly. “It’s possible. But we’re not at that point yet. We still have time. The others could be right outside, and we don’t even know it.”

His resistance is only maddening. “I know why you won’t let me help, but if we wait longer it’ll be harder for me to go over there. Especially with you losing yourself.”

“Why don’t you just listen to me when I say that I’m okay?” His tone is more annoyed now, eyes shifting to you. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine? Repeating myself over and over is just going to make the time pass slower.”

“How many times do I have to repeat myself?” He paces back and forth across from you, glancing at your figure. “If you just let me aid you, then—”

“I told you countless times, love,” Your breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling quickly. They’ve reiterated that there is no need for breathing since you’ve turned into this being, but you cannot bother to care. “My mouth will not be filled with another’s blood. I refuse it.”

“Then you would rather die?” Mingi stops, brows furrowed. “You would rather end your life here than continue to spend it with us?”

“This form of mine is not natural,” you insist, “We as humans are to die a normal death, not stay forever. Hell is on Earth already, why would I want to linger longer? I have lost everything.”

“You still have us. Is that not enough?” Mingi steps closer to you, crouching on your side. Your senses are heightened now, the smell of blood lingering on his figure. If you look closely, you can see a bit of it still beneath his mangled fingertips. “Are we not enough?”

“Don’t make me answer that,” your voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes, are they just the same as yours? If you do not die, will you have to wear darkened glasses your whole existence? Unable to meet the gaze of others in fear that they may torture you? “I was forced into this life. Do not expect me to enjoy it. I cannot even… I cannot even desire the taste of fruit anymore. The one indulgence I have given myself since my family perished. He has taken everything from me.”

“It was a mistake—”

“Do not lie to me,” you sit up, gaze down to him. Fear crosses his face as you meet his eyes. “He could not hide the pleasure in his eyes before he bit me. He took it upon himself to make the decision for me. You know that I did not want this, Mingi. So do not ask me to pretend. I won’t.”

“Then…” his voice is hush, hands reaching for yours. You let him have his time, his moment of vulnerability with you. He rests his head against your hands. Your Song Mingi was always a warm man, consistently testy about the temperature on the ship. But as your hand caressed his skin, all you felt was bitter cold. “What can I do?”

You close your eyes, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead.

“You can let me die. And you can tell him to never see me again.”

You stop your strides. The feeling of fear resting in your gut every time they mentioned you wanting to be a vampire finally made sense. Rose didn’t want to be one. She never did. One of them… one of the guys turned her into one. And that fear only surmounts when you realize that they’ve been looking for you for centuries. What makes you think that they wouldn’t try the same thing again?

Has everything been a lie? Made up? Have you underestimated their obsession with you? You thought it was more of a reunion for them to see the reincarnation of their partner again, but somehow you’re not sure if that’s accurate. You can’t hide it; you care about them more than you’d like to admit. But being manipulated into it makes you want to vomit. And there’s still that important, lingering question:

Which one of them turned you into a vampire?

It could not possibly be Mingi; you cared for him too much in that brief memory. Could it have been one of them? Or was it someone from Subin’s family? Sejun?

Your head throbs at all the possibilities. You don’t have enough information to even vaguely guess who it is. And you doubt you will until the last moment, when it’s too late. You can’t run away either, you’re in too deep to turn around. Going back home will only bring chaos there. There aren’t any options left but to stay.

“You alright?”

It seems like that’s all the two of you can do, ask each other the same question over and over again. You glance at him for a brief moment, his brows slowly furrowing. You liked it better when you couldn’t see his face. Makes you feel a little less trapped in the situation.

“I know.” You say simply.

You’ve never seen someone’s face filled with so much fear. It’s brief, barely a second. But it’s enough to make you panic. Your heartbeat picks up its pace as you move to the farthest corner of the room, keeping an eye on him.

“What do you know?”

“What do you think, Mingi?” You eye him.

“I’m not playing a guessing game with you right now,” Despite how harsh his tone is, he doesn’t move his gaze from you. As if wanting to coax the answer out. You don’t take the bait of course. There’s many things they’re hiding. Perhaps this vagueness could be used for your gain. "Just tell me."

"Ah, so you want to know my secrets?" You sit in the corner, shutting your eyes briefly at the throbbing pain. It's not deep, but enough to bother you every time you touch it. You search your mind for something to grab on, something that'll make him tell you things you don't know. Hongjoong would be too obvious, especially with the way he protects the man. So, you go for the easy target.

"I know about Wooyoung."

His face seems to grow paler. "What? What did you see?"

You say nothing at that, knowing that if you start up he'll quickly figure out you’ve learned nothing new about him. He seems to take your silence for an answer, swallowing deeply.

“It was a mistake.”

“You say that often, don’t you,” you raise your brow, rubbing your cheek with your shoulder.

“He…” Mingi pauses. “Wooyoung has dealt with a lot. His past trauma got to him. Things just happen, y/n. Things we can’t control. He just has more than the rest of us. You can blame him for whatever you like, but he’s troubled. You learn to get used to it.”

He’s speaking vague enough to tiptoe the line, not giving you enough to pinpoint exactly what he’s saying. You’re not sure if he’s being this unclear to pull it out of you, or to see if you understand what he’s talking about. There are some things that you know of Wooyoung that Mingi may not know you do. Will that make him speak up?

“Right,” you nod. “Just like he turned Yeosang? Because he can’t control himself?”

Mingi stares at you. “We don’t talk about that.”

“And why not? Pretending it didn’t happen doesn’t make it go away. I don’t agree with all of you being the blame for someone’s own actions, but he has to take responsibility. And you all have to enforce it. Yeosang didn’t want to be a vampire. I… Rose, she didn’t want to be one either. And they were both forced into it. It only makes me think that—” you don’t say it. Being put in this position is your fault and you know it. If you just waited until you were safe, you could have argued with Mingi. You wouldn’t be stuck in this basement with someone you’re sure is senseless. Even arguing now isn’t exactly what you should be doing. Keeping his favor so that you can leave unharmed and run is.

“Wooyoung didn’t want to be alone,” Mingi says after a brief pause. “There was nothing we could do. Yeosang was his best friend, y/n. He couldn’t fathom a life without him. He shouldn’t have done what he did. That we all agree on, even Wooyoung himself. But what were we to do? Let Yeosang starve himself? He’s our friend, our family.”

“That’s selfish,” you say. “Taking the choice away from someone like that.”

“Selfish or caring? Are they not one in the same?”

You stare at him, your own brows furrowed now. The look he gives you is strange, odd. It makes you want to run in the opposite direction. Mingi is fiercely protective of his own, but something bothers you.

“Wooyoung…” your throat tightens. “He turned her, didn’t he?”

The door opens, Mingi straightening up against the wall. You stand immediately, waiting for the person to enter. He’s in all black, just like the last time you saw him. He shivers slightly, rubbing his covered arms as he enters the room. His eyes flick to Mingi, before looking at you.

“Sorry I lost track of time. Happy to see me?” Hanse wiggles his brows, groaning as he rolls his shoulders. “Ah, don’t look so pissed off, Rose. Long day?” You glance at Mingi. He doesn’t say a word, silent as he stares at Hanse. The man doesn’t seem to mind, hands tucked in his pockets. He kicks his foot at Mingi’s chains, wincing slightly. “Works like a charm. Ah, aren’t you cold? I can see your breath.”

He looks at you, but you further press yourself into the wall. All of this, just because you accepted an invite to a club. Hanse steps a bit to the side, gesturing to the open doorway. “Come with me? It’s warmer, I assure you. Just needed to keep it cold so this guy over here doesn’t break those chains of his.”

“Will you take the bullet out of him?” You ask. Hanse purses his lips, shaking his head after a moment.

“Not a good idea. He’ll try to kill me and I prefer being alive. So,” he gestures to the open door again. “Come?”

The warmth of the air from the room is inviting, the greatest temptation. You look at Mingi, and he only nods. Eyes still on Hanse. So he trusts him to not kill you. Not that you trust Mingi’s words, you just believe he wouldn’t lead you to your death. So you slowly move around Hanse, careful not to touch him. But before you exit, you look at Hanse.

“Don’t kill him,” you say.

He shrugs, “Now that’s just up to Fate, isn’t it?”

-

Mingi’s right.

You’re in a strange living room in the middle of nowhere, a fireplace going in the corner. You rub your hands together as you sit just next to it, the fire crackling filling the silence. Hanse watches you as you take a bite of food, trying your best not to look crazy as you eat. Taking food from people who attacked you isn’t such a good idea, but it looked sealed. And you were starving. Have you’ve been making terrible, stupid decisions? Yes. But are you no longer hungry? Also, yes. So maybe that cancels out the stupid choices. At least, that’s what you’re trying to convince yourself.

“How much do you know?” Hanse asks after a moment. “About them? About us?”

“I know you’re vampires,” you start, “I know you have this strange feud between your clans. I know your half is running out of blood supply and you’re trying to come into Hongjoong’s territory. I know that they absolutely despise you. I know that Seungwoo lied to me this whole time about being my best friend.”

“He was trying to protect you,” Hanse says simply, only making your frown deepen. “I’m telling the truth, y/n.”

“The truth,” you snort, shaking your head. “All I’ve been told is the truth, apparently. Somehow I think your truth and mine mean two completely different things.”

Hanse sighs, leaning into the couch. “I can tell you what I know. A lot of it, but not all. We’re still under a treaty, even if I have one of them in my basement,” Hanse glances at the floor. “He can’t hear me, so he hasn’t the slightest idea what we’re talking about. You don’t have to be afraid when you go back there.”

“Afraid of Mingi?” Are you scared of him? Sure he’s lied about a lot of things, but being afraid of him? He’s not harmless, no. But you’re sure he won’t hurt you. Right?

Right?

"They weren't always like this," Hanse explains. "They were kinder. Cared for others more. They liked you, but not to the point of this… obsession. We all cared for you. Something about being turned changed them. We haven't quite figured it out yet. Perhaps it was Hongjoong? Being turned by the first might change how you think."

"Yeosang wasn't changed by him," you say. "He told me that one of the other guys did it. So that couldn't be it."

"Then perhaps he is different from the rest if that’s the case. But that’s besides the point. Something did change with them. Their care for you grew to a madness, and uncontrollable craving for you. It was terrifying to watch them flounder over your very being. And now though they control it, I can see into it. I can see how they hold themselves back. You have no idea what danger you’re in right now, y/n. They’re willing to do anything to have you. Have you not noticed strange things happening? Forcing you to stay with them? There has to be something, anything for you to believe what I’m telling you.”

Your flooded apartment. Your job. Your applications leading nowhere. So many things prevent you from leaving their home. But… It's a coincidence. It… it must be. Or are you just being naive? You a month ago would have left without thinking twice. Why are you so insistent on believing them? Why can’t you just leave?

“So you understand, then?” Hanse takes your confused look for confirmation, nodding. “Then it will be easier to convince you to leave them.”

“Wait,” you hold up a hand. “Who are you? You keep on saying things about them, how they’re bad people. But why do you care? Why are you so deeply involved? Is it because of the blood supply, is this some type of revenge?”

Hanse laughs dryly, “No. I don’t care enough about them to make this about some power trip. I’d leave if I needed to, leave Mingi alone in the basement until he dries out into nothing. But unfortunately, that is not what Subin has chosen for me,” he sighs softly, shaking his head.

“You’re only confusing me more,” you say. “You’ve said nothing about who you are, what your relation to them is. You could be lying through your teeth because I don’t have the slightest evidence. Why… Why are you so devoted? Why is Subin?”

“It’s not something I--” he stops himself, shaking his head. “Subin is your brother, y/n. Was, your brother. That’s why he wants to protect you. You’re family.”

You shake your head, “There’s no way. She said her family died, Hanse. All of them were dead, she--”

“That’s what she thought. But things changed, y/n. Subin was her brother from your father’s side. A brother she didn’t know at the time. It was an odd coincidence of him being on the ship with her, but it happened. They found out after a few months of traveling together. They grew close, but he was turned before her. Rose wasn’t very keen on the idea of vampires. Her found family being turned into one wrecked her. And he left her on that ship. It was a reckless choice at the time, but he thought that she would be safe with them. Of course, we all know how that ended up.”

He gestures to your chest, your hand resting just above the scar. Your fingers dig into the fabric of the dress, swallowing slowly. He cares because he didn’t before. Because he couldn’t save her. He left her alone. It makes sense, it connects so many things that you were confused about. Still, there’s one lingering question. Why were you turned? Why did Wooyoung decide to turn you? Why are you still their object of affection? Do they reject their choices, want to make up for what they’ve done?

Or are they so deluded to believe that you’d decide to become a vampire this time around?

“Subin is going to kill me,” his tone is nervous, gaze flicking over yours. “Promise to keep this tidbit a secret for a while? I wasn’t even supposed to let you out of there, but I felt bad that you were cold.”

Felt bad? “You shot at me.”

He frowns. “I wasn’t going to kill you.”

“You could have! What if Mingi didn’t step in front of me? I could have died!” You stand, Hanse following suit. “For what? What’s the point of all of this? Kidnapping me and threatening his life-”

“You shouldn’t care for those men,” Hanse says harshly, kind eyes gone. “They’re not good people, y/n. They’ll never be, no matter what they tell you. They’re manipulators. They’re the ones that turned you into a vampire before. Why would you listen to anything they say now? And I kidnapped you to get you away for a second to tell you the truth, y/n. They don’t care about you, they just care about her. And you’ll never be her. No matter how much they want you to be.”

He takes a step toward you, you stumble back onto the couch. He leans forward, anger dropping. “Just stay in there for a few more days. Subin has some things to deal with, but he’ll be here to explain the rest. To help you do what you have to do.”

“And that is?”

This time, he grins. “Kill them, of course.”

-

He shuts the door behind you, harshly, the lock echoing around the basement. Mingi tries to meet your eyes but you avoid them, moving back into your corner of the room. Hanse gave you some heat packs so you won’t freeze to death, though you didn’t bother thanking him for it. It isn’t exactly a solution to your problem. Especially the man sitting in the same room with you, still trying to catch your eye.

“What did he say?” Mingi asks. You don’t bother glancing at him, huddling yourself into the corner and giving him your back. Is this enough to block him out? Or will he continue to pester until you cannot take it anymore? Either way, you still give him the cold shoulder. “y/n please—”

“Mingi, I honestly don’t give a shit how hurt your feelings are,” you start. You do care, moreso in comparison to the others. Rose loved him even if she rarely said it. She loved them all. They just made things complicated. Very complicated. “Leave me alone, alright?”

“I told you that they’re trying to trick you—”

“Are they?” You turn your head, glaring at him. He’s paler, his skin an odd shade. It has to be the bullet that’s still lodged in his body. The one that’s slowly killing him. If that’s possible, of course. “I can’t…” you sigh, rubbing your face. “I can’t, Mingi. I can’t handle the lies anymore. It’s exhausting, trying to decipher the truth from what you’re telling me. I won’t be able to trust any of you. Subin’s clan—Hanse, they’ve told me more than you, and we’ve seen each other three times. Three, Mingi. I’ve been with you for over a month. I mean, I don’t even know anything about you. And you don’t know me either.”

“I know you, y/n.”

You adjust yourself, eyes moving to him. “Tell me then, Mingi. Tell me what you know.”

“I know you’re addicted to fruits, that’s why we buy them for you every time we go shopping. I know you love to read, you had a book in your hand when we met on the elevator. I know you like to be alone. I know you hate being lied to, and despite it still stick by us." He slips the last part in, eyes moving away from you. "There's some things that I'd probably never tell you. But if we were to start again, with who you are now and not who you were before, we can make it this time."

"I never asked for us to dwell on the past, Mingi. I didn't know about it until Hongjoong told me to touch the jewelry. Before that I never had glimpses of us, thoughts of us as we were before. I was fine living my life as it was. If we met outside of those circumstances, things might be different. But we can't be rid of it now. Not when I know there's something big you're hiding. Hanse knows, the others know, you know. The only person who was involved and doesn't know is me. Was me."

"Is there something I can do to alleviate your worries?" You hesitate for a moment. It's brief, simple. Mingi notices it though, sighing softly. "There's just some things I can't say." He adjusts himself against the wall, hissing as the chains dig into his wrists. You can see how it’s hurting him, hands bloody. Dried stains against the concrete. You shouldn’t feel bad for him, but you do.

And that thought only hurts you more.

"When you've been alive this long to see everyone you care for die, it starts to affect you less and less. You grow accustomed to it. Numb, in a sense. It makes you realize how life short actually is. Your personality slowly flattens, lacking depth. You could care less about anything or anyone. Your thoughts are right in that sense,” his eyes flick to you. “We care for you so deeply and without reason because you were the only person that we hoped for over centuries. Before we turned into what we are, we were infatuated with you. It may have exemplified what we feel now."

You keep your distance, shifting yourself further to the wall. Mingi watches your moments, lids seemingly heavy. He's not going to survive if you don't help. Digging for more information would be useless if you don't aid him now.

“Are those feelings for me or her?” Your voice is low. His response will hurt either way, but you need to know. You need to know if your own feelings should be expressed. If it’s all for her, there’s no point in you continuing this path filled with thorns and crumbled stones. “And don’t lie to me, Mingi. I need to know.”

“Does that matter?” He furrows his brows. “Your soul is the same. You are her, and she is you.”

You can recall just days ago when he told you the opposite. That you’re your own person. Perhaps it’s the lack of blood that’s pumping through him causing him to think this way. Or maybe it’s true. “You aren’t the same person, but your soul is. She was a nuisance and irritating, but I loved her. You are wise and caring, quick-witted and curious. And I love you. The feelings for her and you are not the same.”

“You can’t love me, Mingi. We’ve known each other for weeks-”

“It doesn’t feel that way, y/n. Does it? Does it feel that way to you?”

You look back at the wall, unable to answer. How could you tell him your true feelings? It’s hard to hide it, hard to say that you care for all of them in some capacity. It’s scary, knowing how easily you’ve fallen. Love is a strong word, but not too far off from what you do know. You know that you’ve never felt like this with any of your other partners. You know that these emotions are silly and you should listen to the advice that Hanse and Subin has given you. You know all of this, and yet, here you are. Glancing at Mingi’s body, worried.

“Tell me.”

“Mingi,” you start, shaking your head. “I can’t do that.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?” Though there is a teasing smile on his lips, you know he’s mocking you. It would irritate you if you weren’t so afraid that these talks you’re having with him are your last. His skin is blue in tint, lips losing their color. “Come here.”

“Just don’t come near me, alright? No matter what I say or do. Just stay over there. Please.”

His words echo in your ear. You shake your head, “You told me not to, Mingi.”

A small sigh falls from his lips, “I know that. But I want you to come here for just a second. Just so that I can make sure you’re okay.”

“You can tell from there. I’m fine,” you stare at his wrists. “But you’re not okay.”

“That’s true,” he laughs dryly, nodding slowly. “I’m losing myself, y/n. Soon I won’t care about these restraints anymore. The pain of not feeding is the only thing that’ll be fogging my mind. It’s odd that they’ve left you in here with me when I’m like this. Why would they?” He coughs, breaths shaky. “I could kill you within the next hour.”

You shiver. Don’t listen to his words, you think. He told you not to listen to them when he’s like this. The guilt lingers in the back of your mind. He could just feed for a few seconds. That would sustain him long enough to keep him from going mad. Your eyes move to his, alarmed when you see that he’s already watching you. He rolls over his hand, palm facing upwards. The gesture is slow. A beckoning gesture, brow quirked.

"Just a little bit. Enough to help you."

He nods. You slowly stand, his gaze sharp as you slowly walk over. You’re a foot in front of him when his hand presses against the back of your knee. You stumble forward, body falling into his lap. You try pulling away, but his hands reach up, gripping your hips. The light touch of his fingers at the edge of your dress stops you from speaking. He lets them roam, fingers slowly sliding along your leg, large hands cupping your hips. He tugs you closer to him on his lap. The ghosting of his lips against your neck makes you shudder, fingers digging into his shirt. He blows lightly on your skin.

"Beg for it."

“What?” You manage to speak, hands on either side of his head, holding yourself from pushing your chest into his. “Mingi.”

"Beg."

His hands drag along the curves of your body, fingers digging into your hips as he presses himself into you. His bulge is solid, twitching each time you squeeze yourself. His breaths tickle your skin, humping into you vigorously. You moan, gripping his biceps. He moves his lips from your neck, meeting your gaze.

Red.

You feel his teeth sink into your skin, pain coursing through your body.

“You’re always so pretty,” Mingi murmurs, fingers deep inside of you. You push yourself against his touch, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing your clit. “I love how you look coming undone.” You look at where he touches you, bite marks on your breasts, stomach, hips. He kisses your belly button, his head resting against the curve of your thigh.

“I love you.”

-

“They wouldn’t run. They aren’t the same as before. Subin is keener than that,” Hongjoong stands just by the fridge, glancing at the ever-growing pile of fruit that sits in the middle of the kitchen island. You’ve been gone for over a day. Too long. “He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.”

“How do we explain the abduction then? Is it just another Tuesday for him?” Seonghwa’s words are dripping with cynicism, though the expression on his face is anything but. “He is testing us, putting us at our absolute limit. He knows that we won’t just let this slide. Mingi can hold his own, but y/n—” He shuts his eyes briefly. “We don’t cope well when it comes to her.”

“He knows that, but so what? Are we just going to stand here?” Wooyoung’s seems the most out of it, pacing back and forth. The others aren’t dealing with it well but seem calm in comparison to the energy emitting off of him. He glances at the others quickly, thoughts seemingly scattered. “This could be her last life, she could be dead at this very moment. Or at least suffering.”

“Be realistic,” Yunho scoffs through furrowed brows. “They wouldn’t kill her. There would be no purpose in doing so.”

“It was the promise they made to Rose,” Jongho adds. “When they spoke to Seonghwa they mentioned it, it’s not far-fetched for them wanting to follow through.”

Hongjoong sighs. “We’ve all made promises we haven’t kept, Rose as well. But y/n doesn’t know about it and I doubt she ever will. Why continue to string along this promise when it should have been let go long ago? It’s been hundreds of years, things are no longer the same. Rose is dead.”

“You say that,” Yeosang murmurs. “You say that but we wouldn’t be where we are now without us desperately wanting to relive the past. To see Rose again, even in a different form. If we were to let go I would have been dead just like her. Most of us would have lived differently. Asking for them to forgo the past is silly since we haven’t done it in the slightest manner. Is it not?” A dry laugh escapes him, arms crossed stiffly against his chest. "We would only be hypocrites then. And I'd rather stand by my words than be accused of such."

"She does not belong to them, she belongs to us," Yunho says, shaking his head. "She's denied them in the past because of their hold on her. I doubt that will change now."

"So she will accept our hold, then?" Hongjoong eyes flick between them. "We cannot control her thoughts. She will decide on her own."

-

“Are you with me?” Mingi grips your body. “I’m so sorry y/n, I shouldn’t have, I wasn’t myself. Please don’t die, please.”

Your head is limp against his shoulder as you’re pulled out of the memory. Your body is weaker than before, a soft murmur against his neck. “You can’t take me out that easily,” you whisper. He sighs in relief, chest shaking as he sobs into you. You don’t question how he’s out of the restraints, how his body seems less weak in comparison to before. But you have enough strength to push yourself off of him, moving away.

“y/n?”

“I’m fine,” you say, smiling at him. He watches your moments, watches as you slide into the furthest corner of the room. You’re not sure why exactly you’re moving away. Your heart tugs at each slide, wanting to be closer to him. But you can’t. There’s too many questions that you have to just fall into with ease. Too many things you don’t know. And the tiredness is just spreading over you. Your eyelids flutter as you rest your head against the wall.

“y/n-”

The door swings open.

Hongjoong stands there, eyes flicking around the room. They don’t land on you immediately, meeting the gaze of Mingi. He rubs his wrists, nodding subtly at his friend. He steps into the room, jacket covered in what you can only assume is blood. He finally looks at you. You sit in the far corner of the room, body shivering due to the lowered temperature. You don’t quite notice how close he is at first, until he covers your hand with his. He’s warm, always has been. You watch as he takes your hand, pressing a light kiss to the back of it.

“You look utterly dreadful, my sea,” he murmurs gently, placing your hand to the side of his face. He looks hurt, swallowing slowly as he meets your gaze, almost comically so, lips trembling as he places another small kiss to your palm. “I’m so sorry we let you out of our sight.” Tears slowly fall down his cheeks, glancing at the outfit you wear. It’s still the same dress from the shop, though it’s very torn and bloodied. Without another word, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You let him take care of you, body numb as he pulls your arms through the sleeves. He slides your hands into the pockets, small heat pouches causing another shiver to roll through you. You were angry before. Angry at this whole situation, at them for endlessly lying to you. But in this brief moment, his voice soft as he lifts you into his arms, pressing you into his chest. At this moment, it’s hard to see him as anything other than kind. He holds you close as he steps out the room, hand pressing your head against his chest.

“It’s very gruesome in here, sea,” he whispers, stepping over a body on the floor. “I won’t tell you what to do, but shutting your eyes would be best so that it doesn’t haunt you.”

You shouldn’t listen to him. You should look and see the destruction they’ve made in Subin’s cabin. But you don’t have the strength to continue, leaning your head against his chest, eyes closed.

“y/n?” The familiar voice of San appears. You don’t open your eyes, tiredness prevents it. “Is she unconscious?”

“No, just exhausted,” Hongjoong’s thumb rubs your cheek, humming. “Our girl has been through a lot. She needs a break.”

“We should have gotten here sooner—”

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters,” you interrupt his rant, eyes still shut. “I won’t blame it on any of you. So please don’t apologize to me, okay?” You say nothing more. Hongjoong continues his walk. A strange smell tickles your nose, your nostrils wiggling. Hongjoong doesn’t comment on it and frankly you don’t want to know.

“It’ll be cold for a moment, I’m stepping outside and putting you in the car, okay?” He murmurs. You nod, the cool breeze only making you press deeper into his chest. He moves quickly, one of the others swinging open the door. The air is warmer immediately, a deep shiver escaping your body as he leans into the seat. His arms drop from your body and you tense up immediately, until you feel his fingers brush against your cheek. “It will be quick,” he murmurs. “I won’t leave you alone for long, sea.”

The tapping of rain on the car fills your thoughts. You're thankful that Hongjoong told you to cover your eyes while walking through the cabin; the stench was more than enough for you to bear. You didn't want this to happen. Whatever they did. Killing. It's the last thing you desired. But if they had no other choice, it was okay, right? They wouldn't do it without a reason, without it being the only choice they had. You tuck yourself further into the seat, Hongjoong’s scent wrapped around you.

"Wooyoung is going to drive, alright?" His voice is soft as you open your eyes again, meeting Yunho's gaze. His brows furrow as he sees you visibly tense up. "What's up?"

"I don't want to see him."

"But he wanted to see you–"

"Then I'll walk," you slowly lean up, but he shakes his head, lightly pushing your body back down. "Not him, Yunho."

He nods briefly, shutting the door.

-

Yunho walks to the others, stopping Wooyoung just as he passes by. "Not you, Woo. She doesn't want to see you."

"Why?" His eyes widened in confusion. "What did I do? Why won't she see me?"

Hongjoong shuts the cabin door behind him. "Doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that she gets back home without any hiccups. Jongho can drive, I'll sit in the back. Mingi isn't that well, so someone else takes him home. We'll figure out what's going on when we get back and she's feeling better. For now, no drama."

"Did Hanse say something?" Wooyoung seems to ignore his captain's words, looking at you resting in the car. "What did he say to her? Mingi?" He turns to said man. Mingi leans against the other car, barely giving Wooyoung a glance as he enters. "I can't just stand here without knowing–"

"Think for one fucking second," Seonghwa hisses, moving over to his car. He taps his temple, "Put your head on straight and let's get going. We have bigger problems to solve. Subin is missing, and we just killed Hanse. We haven't exactly gotten on his good side. Once he finds out things aren't going to be as smooth as they are now.”

Wooyoung clenches his jaw, words left unspoken. Yunho pats his arm, walking over to his motorcycle and putting on his helmet. The others disperse while Hongjoong lingers by Seonghwa’s car, speaking to the two softly. Wooyoung doesn't bother saying anything else, getting into a car with Yeosang and driving off. The screech of the tires only make Hongjoong roll his eyes, flicking back to Seonghwa.

Mingi’s fingers dig into Hongjoong's sleeve, eyes flicking to Yunho's. Just as he disappears down the road, he moves his focus back on Hongjoong. He could tell that the man is panicked, lips trembling as his eyes widen.

"Mingi–"

"Someone's poisoning her," he whispers, eyes flicking to Seonghwa. "I don't know who the fuck is doing it, but I tasted her blood, hyung. It was bitter — it tasted like she'd been eating pure chemicals. I thought it was strange that she was out of it for so long while we were in the basement, but it could be because of the poison. There's a lot, Joong. A shit ton."

Hongjoong frowns, eyes narrowing. "Are you sure about that?"

"One hundred fucking percent. This… we can't do this again. Not like this. We've already lied enough to her. We can't just poison her to the point where she wants to become one of us. She has to choose to," Mingi lets go of him, shifting in his seat. He stares at the other car. "We've done enough."

Hongjoong pauses for a moment. “Okay.”

“What does that mean, hyung? What are you going to do? I was feeding off of her because I didn’t have a choice, I would have killed her if I didn’t taste the fucking poison-”

“Min, breathe. She’s fine,” Seonghwa says softly from his seat. “She’s fine.”

Hongjoong nods. “I’ll figure it out, Mingi, okay? I’m not going to sit on my ass, not anymore.”

Mingi stares at him for a moment, eyes flicking between him then he nods, shifting into his seat. It ends the conversation. Seonghwa meets Hongjoong’s gaze. He’s seen Seonghwa angry, sure. But the way he looks at him with pure fury, the grip on the steering wheel almost breaking it. Hongjoong nods to him, shutting the door of the car before things escalate. He walks to the other car slowly, mind scattered. Who the Hell is poisoning you?

The drive is quicker than you think, and when you arrive, Hongjoong carries you to your room. The others seem to scatter somewhere around the home. Though you cannot see them, you can feel their gazes on you as he brings you to your room, placing you on your bed. His fingers embracing you with eyes stuck on Mingi’s bite on your neck. His face reveals none of his feelings, though his fingers only tighten in their hold.

“I’m sorry, sea,” he says softly. Nothing else, no more embellishments. He lifts your hand and presses his lips lightly against your skin. “I won’t let you out of my sight again. Please rest.” He stands, letting go of your hand. His frame doesn’t linger by the door, shutting it softly as he flicks off the lights. You curl into yourself, still in the dress from the store. He didn’t ask to undress you, didn’t overstep, and just apologized. It’s not his fault; you wouldn’t place the blame on any of them. But his apology means a lot to you. The creak of your door makes you tense up, eyes opening and flicking over to the person.

Your heart drops. He seems to sense it, putting up his hands immediately.

“Get out.”

“I’m not here to hurt you, peach. Please just give me a chance to explain, let me know what’s wrong? What did I do to you?” Wooyoung begs, slow steps into the room. You see Yunho just behind him, resting against the far wall. Perhaps he’s here to watch him, make sure nothing happens between the both of you? It makes Wooyoung’s presence less stressful knowing that Yunho is nearby.

“y/n-”

“You are not a good person, Wooyoung,” you say, slowly rising to a sit on the edge of your bed. Yunho steps in to help, but you wave him off. Your heart is exhausted, not your body. “You were never a good person to me.”

“I didn’t do anything, please. Just tell me what’s upsetting you.”

“You turned Rose into a vampire, didn’t you?” You hiss, glaring at him. He stops moving closer to you, eyes wide. “And don’t you lie to me.”

"Why are you upset about something that didn't even happen to you? It was your former self, hundreds of years ago. Do you think that we remained the same people we once were? That we remained stagnant and didn't grow? It was a mistake, y/n. A terrible, horrendously awful and selfish mistake. There is nothing that we can do but ask for your forgiveness and move on. It is what she would have wanted."

He steps closer, merely a foot away from you.

“And I did not turn her into a vampire. I don’t know who told you that, but it’s not true. It’s not what she wanted.”

“You’re lying.”

“He’s not,” Yunho says from behind, eyes meeting yours. “He turned Yeosang, but not you. I can vouch for him.”

Yunho isn’t the most trustworthy man you know, but somehow, you believe him. Despite the underlying issues between you, you do trust his words. You stand, meeting Wooyoung’s gaze. Wooyoung matches yours. It's scary how empty they look. No emotion as he keeps your gaze. He takes a step forward, ignoring how you glare. Soon, he's barely a breath away. His red eyes are dark, almost black. He doesn't blink. "What are you doing?"

"I am selfish," His voice is soft and low. Broken. "I am eternally selfish. I will admit that if you let me stay with you." His hand rests against the wall, eyes flicking to your lips. "If you let me stay with you, I'll do anything you want. Beg if you'd like, Peach." His hand slowly slides down the wall with him. His eyes look up at you from where he's kneeling, free hand resting just behind your lower calf. He presses a light kiss against your clothed knee, sighing. His body seems to crumble as he does so, face pressed against your leg. "I'd do anything for you. Just don't make me go."

 "Wooyoung," you try moving your leg but he doesn't budge the slightest, his grip tightening. If you really, truly tried, you could probably move him off since he isn't holding you that hard. Your eyes move to Yunho standing just by the door with his arms crossed. He doesn't say a word, meeting your eyes and giving no indication on what you should do. Wooyoung takes your lack of struggle as acceptance, arms wrapping around both of your legs and pulling them close to his body. You stumble, the quick movements of Yunho steadying you with ease. He nods at you slightly, hand outstretched against your back.

"Alright, baby?" He asks.

You hate it. You hate how easily they can pull you away from your anger, how easily that can manipulate you into another train of thought.

"Please," Wooyoung whispers again with lips pressed against your leg. His hands run up and down your calf, your body shivering at the touch. "Please let me take care of you."

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jt (finally) watches warrior nun - s2 e1 - Avatrice fight thoughts pt 2

Guess who finally finished the episode! I’m gonna do a post on the dance of romance and the aftermath of the fight in a separate post because I want to go out of order and talk about the fight scene since I’d already started talking about it here.

For such a short scene it does a lot - my notes ended up quite long lol. It was a great scene to highlight how much better Ava’s gotten - but what was also interesting was how it showed how much better Beatrice is compared to Ava. So I figured I’d do a bit of a comparison of the following:

Fight styles (plus a little bit more on each of their opening moves)

Success against multiple attackers / situational awareness (and hits taken)

Vibe in general

First, can we applaud the fact that Ava doesn’t run? Like, even faced with two dudes initially she immediately - and a little cockily - squares up. And yeah she seems a little worried when the number ups to five, but she stands her ground, doesn’t make any moves to run. And these dudes are like, twice her weight and a full head taller than her! Pretty darn badass.

Okay so let’s start with fight styles: So despite Ava being taught by Beatrice, Ava has more of a brawler feel. Makes me wonder if Beatrice leaned into it when she was training her. As in: she must of have noticed Ava’s tendencies, would have definitely taken Ava’s personality into account, yknow? And yes, there’s fundamentals and safety but the best teachers and coaches nurture what’s already there. And idk, I feel like Beatrice isn’t the type to stifle (not when she herself has been, not when Ava has such a passion for living).

Ava tends to swings wide, has extra movement compared to Bea, who’s the epitome of precision and fluidity. Also interesting is that Bea stays grounded the whole time, whilst Ava goes airborne three times: her opening takedown (0:11), a jumping front kick (0:47), and while caught in a rear bear hug (0:50). She literally launches herself into every move, which is very much in character for Ava.

Also, speaking of opening moves: Beatrice’s opening move (0:33) is a simple one that takes advantage of her surprise entrance: it looks like she grabs one dude’s shoulder from behind and somehow gets him to his knees. Feels in character to Beatrice, not getting attention even from the camera lol. But though it’s not as flashy as Ava’s entrance, it’s effective, which is all that matters.

What’s lovely to watch about Bea’s fight is just how fluid it is - similar to the Arq-tech fight, everything flows together. For example, take the moment after that nasty wrist lock strike (0:41): she not only blocks that second dude’s punch but is is already transitioning to a shoulder lock (which, again kudos to KTY for her physicality, the way she uses her whole body, stretching up then twisting to torque the dude’s shoulder - again, very important to use one’s whole body when performing joint locks against a bigger opponent), which flows into crashing the dudes together, and that beautiful spinning back kick.

Everything about Bea’s fight screams professional. I mean, there’s that straight punch she does at 0:54 where it’s precise and powerful - and look how she retracts just as quickly, already loaded for a follow up. And if we’re going to talk about precision: freaking performing a wrist lock is already finicky enough, but to keep that pressure while moving?? Geez.

Also the whole flipping the dude behind her with that shoulder shrug (0:58): yeah, I don’t understand how that’s possible, there was no momentum or leverage, but if we’re going to suspend disbelief and look at it in terms of story, I can see what they were trying to do in painting Beatrice as an aikido master.

Speaking of mastery, let’s move to the second point about multiple attackers. One of my first thoughts as I was watching this scene was, “How did Ava learn to fight multiple opponents if she’s only been training with Beatrice?” If this is the first time she’s been in that kind of situation, she does a good job! She makes smart choices and divides her attention well (good example is the very first exchange at 0:32, she does a great job getting the first dude off-line with that parry that turns him and starts to expose his back - I bet if it’d been 1 v 1, she’d have likely followed up on that, but she makes a good decision to tend to the second dude; also at 0:36, she takes a hit but is smart about getting that dude out of the way so she can do that fun push kick on the other dude).

All in all, yeah, Ava takes a few hits but she shows incredible situational awareness for the level she’s at (and likely for her first 1 v many fight).

Then we have Beatrice. Whereas Ava was constantly reacting, Beatrice was in complete control of her fight. It’s an interesting contrast to the Arq-tech fight: there, she took on each guard one at a time, but here, she is almost always is engaged with both dudes at the same time. Plus, she’s unarmed here. (Which now makes me wonder if Beatrice also “leveled up” while in the Alps. Huh.)

The ultimate example of Beatrice’s superior situational awareness is of course that no-look dodge at 0:55 - probably the closest she ever gets to getting hit during this fight. Note that Beatrice takes no hits during this whole fight, compared to Ava taking three hits (plus a grab; also not counting the crowbar strike she phased through).

Lastly, we’ve got their general vibe. Ava, just like in freaking everything, is just so in the moment and loving it. Now that she’s overcome her flight tendency and has confidence in her fighting abilities, she relishes being in the action. Yeah, there’s that scary moment when she’s caught in the rear bear hug, but she thinks quickly (bases out, seems to also go for the dude’s grip - all textbook moves to execute when in that situation) and gets out of it safely.

Also, I mentioned she took three hits: Did you notice that she just kept going? Yeah, she has the halo to help her heal, but that doesn’t shield her from the pain and the shock of getting hit. It takes a heck of a lot of conditioning to take a blow and just keep going, and Ava does a fantastic job keeping focused.

But if we’re gonna talk about focus, good god, Beatrice’s focus is on another level. This is Beatrice in kill-mode 0 I mean, that look she gives the dude when she wrist locks him at 0:57?

How did that dude not die on the spot? Seriously. Beatrice is cold as ice here, and she doesn’t drop her guard until the very end. (I still think it’s so interesting, the way she steps feet together at 1:03 - it’s very reminiscent of ending a kata, of formally ending a match; though she’s very much still on her guard, almost resigned even, her body has acknowledged that the fight is over).

Oh, I also forgot to mention two things: First, Beatrice again chose not to step in when it comes to Ava interacting with Michael. What’s the saying? Third time is a habit? But she does what she always does, which is watch. Which leads to my second thing: Beatrice must not have been far to have come in so quickly. I wonder if she started heading home then turned back around (maybe she saw Ava’s opening move and felt a little bit of pride?) or kept close the whole time (only stepping in when the odds turned decidedly not in Ava’s favor).

I guess it also explains Beatrice’s vibe in this fight. At Arq-tech, she was fighting only for herself, but my thoughts then are ones I still believe now: that Beatrice sees herself as expendable. But here, she’s not alone - she’s fighting not just for herself, but for Ava as well. She has to win, because to lose means Ava getting hurt.

So yeah, lots of rambling lol - I didn’t expect to be so fascinated with this fight until I started taking notes. I guess the last thing I’ll say is how analyzing this fight made me more sympathetic to Beatrice - when she tells Ava she’s not ready, she truly believes that, and we see evidence here. Ava loves being in the fight, does a pretty bang up job, but Beatrice knows it’s not enough, not when it comes to Adriel.

Anyway let me know what y’all think! Happy to expand on anything but also just happy to have y’all reading along <3

#jt watches wn #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun #let's see how long it takes me to get through the next episode lol

[mimis-memes]

🍎  ｡:*• ─ FUNNY BIRTHDAY SENTENCE STARTERS.    ›    ( a compilation of funny quotes taken from various birthday cards.  feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses !  )

it’s my muse’s birthday !  what would yours say to them ?

1.     ❝ Congrats on not being dead yet ! ❞ 2.     ❝ One year closer to granny panties ! ❞ 3.     ❝ Free cake !  I mean, happy birthday ! ❞ 4.     ❝ I’ll always be younger than you. Ha ha ! ❞ 5.     ❝ In whiskey years, you just got more delicious ! ❞ 6.     ❝ For the record, you’re not old. You’re a classic ! ❞ 7.     ❝ A late birthday card is better than a late period ! ❞ 8.     ❝ Candles aren’t the only thing getting blown tonight ! ❞ 9.     ❝ Happy anniversary of your umbilical cord separation ! ❞ 10.   ❝ Another 365 days since you fell out of a vagina. Hooray ! ❞ 11.   ❝ This is an annual reminder that I’m super glad you were born ! ❞ 12.   ❝ The older you get, the better you get !  Unless you’re a banana... ❞ 13.   ❝ I’m really glad your parents had unprotected sex !  Happy birthday ! ❞ 14.   ❝ Today we celebrate the only time you won a race. Happy birthday ! ❞ 15.   ❝ I’m glad you were born, my life would be pretty boring without you ! ❞ 16.   ❝ Age is merely the number of years the world has been enjoying you. ❞ 17.   ❝ Happy birthday to the love of my life, and the biggest pain in my ass. ❞ 18.   ❝ I wanted to give you something amazing, but I didn’t fit in the gift bag. ❞ 19.   ❝ Thanks for being born !  It’s a great excuse for us to get drunk and eat cake ! ❞ 20.   ❝ I wish you happy birthday with all my butt !  I’d say heart, but my butt is bigger. ❞ 21.   ❝ You suck... at aging !  Can you at least try to look older ? Happy birthday, anyway ! ❞ 22.   ❝ Happy birthday !  We’ve been through a lot together, and most of it was your fault ! ❞ 23.   ❝ Let’s celebrate your birthday the way you came into this world — naked and screaming ! ❞ 24.   ❝ Birthdays are good for your health. Studies show that people who have more birthdays live the longest ! ❞ 25.   ❝ Happy birthday to the funniest, prettiest, classiest bitch I know... other than myself, of course ! ❞ 26.   ❝ Happy birthday !  Always remember that if you fall, I’ll be there to pick you up... after I finish laughing, of course ! ❞ 27.   ❝ Happy birthday to the smartest, funniest and most beautiful person in the world !  Wait, did I say “to” ?  I meant “from” ! ❞ 28.   ❝ This is not a birthday card !  Because if it was, then it would be late. But it’s not a birthday card, so it’s not late ! ❞ 29.   ❝ I think me being your [friend/girlfriend/boyfriend/etc...] is enough of a birthday gift. You’re welcome ! ❞ 30.   ❝ Good things take time, just like me remembering your birthday. Happy belated birthday ! ❞ 31.   ❝ I didn’t get you anything, but I thought about it. They say it’s the thought that counts ! Happy birthday ! ❞ 32.   ❝ I wanted to send you something sexy, but the postman told me to get out of the mailbox... anyway, happy birthday ! ❞ 33.   ❝ Happy birthday to a [brother/boyfriend/husband/etc...] that has the world’s greatest [sister/girlfriend/wife/etc...] !  You are so lucky ! ❞ 34.   ❝ There’s two things to remember on your birthday. First, forget the past, because you can’t change it ;  second, forget the present — I didn’t buy you one. ❞ 35.   ❝ For your birthday I wanted to give you something that was both funny and charming, but then I remembered you already have me in your life. ❞

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[oncasette]

hi roma !! congrats on 500 <33! could i ask for a [THE DANCE STUDIO—send me two numbers (1-100) and a character and i’ll write you a song blurb based off my spotify ] for andrew neiman - numbers 16 and 24 pls! tysm:))

TRAINING WHEELS melanie martinez

nsfw!

you knew fucking your best friend was a mistake. probably the biggest one you could’ve made with the feelings you’d been harboring for him since you were seven.

knew it was an even bigger mistake when you kept letting it happen.

you could blame it on the heat of the moment the first time. blame it on the shots you’d taken and the history you’d had together. but by the seventh, you couldn’t blame it on your sobriety. no, you were in too deep, at this point. his fuck buddy that was disastrously and hopelessly in love with him.

“you’re fucking stupid, you know that,” he chuckles softly against the skin of your knee, pressing a barely there kiss against the freshly applied bandaid. “who falls up the stairs? concrete ones, too.”

“a lot of people, actually- oh-“ your tirade is cut short as his kisses trail higher beneath the skirt of your dress, as his tongue licks a stripe up the inside of your thigh.

“you gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, hot breath fanning across your cloth panties.

“thought you were done playing doctor, neiman. told me so yourself when we were five,” you said, though you didn’t fight him when his palms nudged your knees further apart.

“always gotta carry bandaids with me, anyway. might as well be your doctor.” his nose nudges your clit through the fabric.

god your brain is so empty, so fuzzy with need and want and how much you like him. and how much it’s killing you to only have him like this.

“want you, drew,” you gasp as he licks a stripe up your still clothed cunt.

“i know, baby,” he hums.

it’s better to have him like this than not have him at all.

#andrew neiman x reader #andrew neiman smut #andrew neiman #whiplash #miles teller #miles teller x reader #miles teller smut #r’s 500!!

[fiveredlights]

I need to know the process of max and daniel telling people in glitter. I mean, obviously there were 80 billion people who found out based on everyone being at their wedding, them casually mentioning it at f1 shoots, obviously the teams knowing, etc, but the key first reveals? Who knew, how they told them, how they took, etc, I want to know all! Also, I want all the insight of them in 2022 that you’re up for sharing with how they navigated the emotional minefield there, because the snippet you shared about the two shows such a interesting glimpse into max being in the peak of his career while his boyfriend is falling and suffering and barely eating and forcing smiles when he’s never had to before. Sorry, two very broad questions in one ask, but since we as outsiders don’t have the details, I definitely have some curiosities around these bigger topics.

Final, actually more specific question: how is Daniel with the cats?

yes, i will say that this socmed format def has one downfall and it's not being able to share the deeper details but i am very happy to just dump all of this here, hope this satisfies some of your curiosities anon!

how max and daniel tell everyone:

charles is absolutely the first person max and daniel tell, and that's just because he was the first person to catch an inkling that they may want to be more than friends. that's done with a facetime with max and daniel (which is in ch 3, charles' post). he was basically the driving force to getting maxiel together-- they got together after daniel invited max to stay in his house in perth during COVID, there’s a kookaburra called gary that taunts max to make the first move, it’s a whole thing--charles basically forced daniel to invite him over. but also, there are definitely drivers who thought they were already dating, here's a snippet from the new year's day fic, a conversation between daniel and nico hulkenburg during singapore, 2019.

Are you two okay?  We’re fine I know you don’t like talking about him but you’re okay right?  It’s awful when you fight with your partner, but I guess it’s worse for you cause you have to race him the next day.  Nico What We’re not dating Oh Did you think I was dating Max this whole time?! Does Max know that 

i don’t think they tell the rest of the drivers, probably just the ones they’re close with. if charles knows, pierre knows. when max told alex he was going to stay in australia, he laughed really loudly, gave a pat on the back to max and said “charles told me you two were always weird about each other” and walks away. so make of that what you will. they don’t tell george, he finds out from someone and feels instantly betrayed as leader of the daniel ricciardo fanclub but gets over it quickly. no one tells sebastian but they both get a “Congratulations. — Sebastian” text one random day.

max’s sister instantly finds out when he doesn’t come back to europe for lockdown. daniel doesn’t tell his mum till max has left to go back to the UK before the season starts again, but she already knew (he wore a red bull shirt with 33 on it whilst they socially distanced exchanged food with each other).

the red bull team find out during a meeting where daniel walks through the living room with a basket of laundry. they don't say anything there, but daniel receives a vague message from a number he doesn't recognise basically being like treat him right etc etc (it's GP.) the renault team were under the impression that they were dating the whole time, so no shock from them.

but i think for the first two years (2020-2022) they try and keep it as much as a secret as they can, especially because of how turbulent their careers were at that time. when daniel has his pseudo 6 month sabbatical and is back with red bull, that’s when they slowly start to talk about their relationship around everyone more. (with the help of some very strong NDAs i imagine to stop stuff from leaking. but people probably respect them enough to not leak. it’s a fictional universe, people are nicer here.)

2022:

2022 is a real turning point for them. as you put very nicely, max is at the peak of his career, daniel has never been lower. i think for both of them it's a do or die point of their relationship--i think they were kind of stuck in this honeymoon period during the first year of the relationship, but daniel going through a depressive period snaps them both out of it. obviously, i can only speak for my own fictionalised daniel ricciardo and my own experiences, but i think he just slowly stops trying. like here's what i wrote, and i think it just encapsulates what daniel feel internally throughout the year:

“Sometimes I think you are not angry enough about it. You used to fight back everything you did not like at Red Bull and now Lando says you just sit there in meetings and accept all the bad things they’ve thrown at you.”

he’s tried being nice about it, he’s tried being angry about it and none of it works, so why try anymore? but also this is when max realises that daniel needs something tangible for him to realise that max is in it for the long run, which is how the tattoo is born. it doesn’t fix all their problems, time will help, but it’s a nice thing. he doesn’t tell max but max getting a no.3 tattoo is basically a marriage proposal in his eyes and frankly it is—if someone came up to me and was like hey i got a tattoo of your racing number 3 next to where you always place your hand on me and when they’re together it reads 33 which is my racing number, i would’ve dragged their ass to the nearest government office and got married right there, but that’s just me—the actual proposal is probably in early 2023, and it’s max who proposes whilst they go on a bushwalk, he knew that daniel has bought a ring recently and wanted to catch him off guard. (proposal pic is daniel’s post on august 5th in ch3)

daniel and the cats:

the cats definitely hate him at first (i have genuinely never heard a nice, calm story from jimmy and sassy). they destroy his shoes by playing with the shoelaces, only sit on daniel’s clean laundry, sleep on his side of the bed (cats are vindictive like that) but after a couple weeks of this behaviour they probably realise that daniel’s not going anywhere. they like him more when he buys some super duper expensive cat treat and max comes to the conclusion his boyfriend has stolen the hearts of his cats.

#tw: depression #tw: mental health #glitter on the floor #asks #GOTF asks

[yae-energy]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ random thoughts ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : random headcanons i have pertaining to jjk

✧˖° cast and crew : yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki

.ᐟ content warnings : cursing, me just rambling

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : just smth to post ! some of these i’ve probably posted about on here? but y’all will be seeing them again just cause i wanna expand on some of them 😝

-

yuji <3

- he’s allergic to animal dander but still pets dogs and cats and stuff cause he simply just doesn’t care. but because of this, he forgets that he needs to wash his hands after playing with them, so if he ends up toughing his face his eyes get all swollen and he’s all itchy

- he listens to britney spears when he cleans ! sorry, i don’t make the rules. he also blasts it really loud and megumi is absolutely sick of it LMAO

- his favorite way to pass time is play thumb wars with megumi. he never wins but he genuinely finds joy in it cause no one else wants to play since he beats everyone else

- he uses inside jokes he made with someone else on other people who don’t know the context and thinks its funny. cause ultimately they end up confused and just kinda smile and nod

- hates any “fresh linen” scents cause it gives him a headache

- has a peanut allergy and will still try to eat shit containing said allergen

- calls nobara’s hair a “fuck ass bob”

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megumi <3

- keeps the volume on all his devices on at an even number. yes he gets irritated if it’s not

- he loves apple juice, like bro will actually down a whole gallon and still want another

- his favorite snack is apples and peanut butter

- he is allergic to most seafood

- he loves doing crossword puzzles ! like he’ll knock them shits out so fast it’s insane. he’s great at finding all the bigger words too

- prefers overhead headphones and has like 6 different pairs to go with different outfits (he also let nobara and yuji put stickers on them)

- he is a plain milk drinker

- he prefers savory over sweet, and loves to snack on crunchy foods

- he skips every other step when he goes up the stairs

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nobara <3

- she was a movie star planet player

- her favorite food changes every few weeks so she never has had an actual “favorite food” , and that’s the same reason why she doesn’t have a favorite color

- she is an apple juice hater and loves orange juice. her and megumi argue over this constantly

- she cant cut her nails properly and always has maki do it for her

- she sleeps with socks on and is trying to get megumi and yuji to see her vision, she has yet to succeed though

- she doesn’t like mustard or mayonnaise

- she’s allergic to pollen and grass

- she hates jello

- loves coffee but doesn’t drink it much cause she’s worried about it staining her teeth

- doesn’t like cake icing

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ysl production credits : inspired by a conversation i had with @romiantic

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @ivanari @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @stqrriichiigo

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⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : def making a part 2 to this cause i need EVERYONE to hear my thoughts 😋. anyhow, love y’all, and drink some water cause it’s still hot as a bitch outside.

- xoxo, yves

#saint laurent productions #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro headcanons #nobara kugisaki #nobara kugisaki headcanons #yuji itadori #yuji itadori headcanons

[ljxlj48]

Don’t make me come in there! I’m gonna count to three!

Meant to be Series

Jeno X Reader

Genre: toxic relationship

Warnings: domestic violence, abuse, swearing, threatening

Word Count: 2K+

Author’s Note: I just wrote my main bias into a fic with my biggest fear, yay :| I don’t know why I do this to myself, always writing my fears instead of happy stuff. Nevertheless I will preface all the fics in the meant to be series, that these stories are purely entertainment, and I do not encourage any of the behavior portrayed. If you have a partner that showcases any of this behavior, I encourage you to seek help. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <33

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There was so much screaming, so much tears, so much swearing, it was all too much. You needed space, you needed to put something in between the two of you, before you did something you regret. Before he did something worse than what’s already happened.

It was a single text, it wasn’t even a flirty text, but of course anybody texting you past 6pm was flirting with you. All the text said was, ‘you’re a lifesaver ;)’ All you did was fix a single error in their report. You’d never do something like that to Jeno, you weren’t that type of person.

But it didn’t matter to Jeno. He made it bigger than it was, bringing up every single thing you did wrong. Things you didn’t even recall doing at all, Jeno used against you. He threw every negative comment you made, every flirty thing you said to someone besides him, every time you ‘whored’ yourself out.

“Go,” Jeno yelled, throwing his hands up. You could’ve sworn that steam was coming out of his ears, as tears streamed down your face, “go whore yourself out, since that’s all you want to do.”

“That’s not true,” you tried to speak up, but your voice was already horse from all the earlier screaming.

“Speak up (y/n), you know I can’t stand it when you mumble,” Jeno sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“I’m not whoring myself out,” you spoke up this time looking at him.

“Just admit it, I know you are,” Jeno glared at you, “if you weren’t you wouldn’t be crying like this right now. Just tell me the truth.”

“I am telling you the truth,” you fought back, speaking louder, crying harder. Why was it so difficult for him to believe the truth?

“No you’re not,” Jeno practically screamed at you. He took a step closer to you, standing up straight. Towering over you, using his height to intimidate you, force you into submission, “you’re nothing but a cheating bitch.”

“I’m not,” you whispered, as you looked up at him. His face was so stone cold, he didn’t look at all like the person you fell in love with.

-

When you first met Jeno, he was a force to be reckoned with. He commanded the attention of any room he walked into. He was the person that effortlessly became the center of conversation. Every girl wanted to be with him, and every guy wanted to be him. You were first attracted to his confidence, that was borderline cocky, but he wore it well. You, never in a million years, thought that he would go for a person like you, but what do you know?

He would take you on the most romantic dates. Fancy dinners, afternoon picnics, personal guitar lessons, evening bike rides. And he was the most respectful person you had ever been with. He never let you pour your own drink, opened every door for you, always asked before he touched you. And he was always so protective. Made you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, place a hand on your back to guide you in crowded areas, waited for you to go inside before driving away after a night out. It was like he walked right out of your dreams and into your life.

He was so perfect, in the beginning, but aren’t they all? They say that love will make you blind, you understand what they mean now. You should’ve noticed the red flags. You should’ve seen the red flag when he punched a guy for asking for your number at the bar. You should’ve seen the red flag when he criticized every outfit you picked before a night out. You should’ve seen the toxic behavior, when he refused to let you go to lunch with friends alone. You should’ve seen who he was early on.

But you dismissed it all. He was being protective of what he loves, he wanted to be on the safe side, he wanted to spend more time with you. He was showing you love. He loves you unlike any other. He just wants to keep you safe. Wouldn’t you keep who you love safe? That’s all he was doing with you, loving you, keeping you safe.

Jeno was the man of your dreams, and he always promised to work at being better. He always told you that he would learn to control his temper, that he would be more open minded, that he wouldn’t be so accusing. He promised he would work on it. He promised he would be better. You always believed him.

-

“I’m not,” you whispered, as you looked up at him. His face was so stone cold, he didn’t look at all like the person you fell in love with.

Maybe you weren’t paying close enough attention, because all you felt was the sting. The back of his hand connects with your cheek. You felt more tears fall from your eyes. This wasn’t even the first time. Jeno gripped your cheeks, forcing you to turn and look at him, “don’t fucking mumble again.”

You couldn’t stand it anymore, pushing Jeno away from you. He stumbled back for a second, but you were already racing towards the bedroom. “You bitch,” he screamed at you, gaining his stance again, chasing after you.

You picked up a vase filled with one of his many apology flowers, chucking it back at him. The vase landed right in front of his feet. Shattering against the wood floors, the water making a puddle in the middle of the hall. The deep red roses that once filled the vase and decorated your hall, laid littered on the floor in the puddle. Then Jeno looked back up at you, his eyes turning darker than you had ever seen them before, “you’re dead.”

The two words sent chills down your spine. He said it without a second thought, his voice ice cold, he was firm in his stance. You raced back to the bedroom at the end, slamming the door in his face. Turning the lock before he even had the chance to push it open.

You could feel the pounding of his fist against the door, like your heart against your ribcage. You felt yourself shaking, so overcome with fear that you didn’t want to move anymore. You slid down to the floor, sitting against the end of the bed staring at the door that separated you and your lover.

“Open this fucking door (y/n),” Jeno yelled from the other side, as he still pounded on the door. “Open it now!”

-

It had to have been over an hour since you closed the door on Jeno. The pounding and shouting have long stopped. The shaking, crying, and chilling fear didn’t though. You leaned against the door, your ear pressed to it trying to hear anything. You could hear his faint breathing from the other side.

“I love you,” his voice only loud enough to get across. His words startled you, scurrying away from the door. “I’m so in love with you it makes me mad. Tell me you love me too.”

You felt your lip quivering, you didn’t need to be told twice, “I do love you.”

“Baby,” Jeno sighed a breath of relief, “I’m sorry.” It came out sounding more like a sob than a sentence. “I didn’t mean what I said, you… you just make me go mad baby.”

You shook your head, you knew he meant it. You knew he meant it when he said ‘you’re dead.’ You knew he meant it, you were sure he meant it. “Baby, come on, talk to me please,” Jeno leaned his forehead against the door, as he sat on the floor.

“I’m scared Jeno,” you answered him, trying not to mumble your words. “You threatened to kill me Jeno.”

Jeno’s fist connected with the door again, the noise making you jump. Rushing farther away from the door, “I didn’t… I didn’t say that. I… I would never, never in a million years do that to you baby.”

“I’m still scared Jeno,”

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I… I never wanted it to be like this.” Jeno let out a breath trying to collect himself, it sounded as if he was crying, “I don’t want you to be scared baby. Tell me how to fix this, I’m gonna fix this. I’m gonna fix us baby, just tell me how.”

You could tell from his last sentence, he was in fact crying. He was just as upset as you, he was just as broken, just as much in pain. You wanted to reach out to him, to crawl into his arms, to hear him tell you all those pretty sweet lies. You wanted to believe all his promises for just one more night. For just tonight you wanted to believe in him again. “You need to work on your temper Jeno.”

“Okay, I’m gonna do that baby. I’ll do it for you baby, I promise,” promise number one.

“You need to stop accusing me of stuff I didn’t do,”

“I promise, no more accusations baby,” promise number two.

“You need to let the past go Jeno,”

“No more bringing up old stuff, promise,” promise number three.

“And no more hitting Jeno,” you let out a breath, knowing that he wasn’t gonna follow any of this.

“I promise, I will never hurt you again baby, this is was the last time,” promise number four. “Now come on out baby, let me make this right.” You made your way closer to the door, hesitant to open it up to him. “Open this door babe,” his voice was slowly getting rough. “(y/n),” he shouted just a little too loud, “don’t make me come in there!” Your hand rested on the lock, you need to let him in, it’s now or never. “I’m gonna count to three!”

You twisted the knob, opening it up for him. All the anger that had been raised, you watched, subside. “I’m sorry,” you spoke loud enough for him to hear.

“Oh baby,” he grasped you, holding you against him. His arms wrapped around you felt like a blanket. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he examined you once over. “I’m gonna fix this baby, I’m gonna fix us baby, I promise.” Promise number five.

And even if your brain knew his promises were never good, your heart thought them true. For Jeno loves you, and would do anything for you. He loves you unlike any other has ever loved you before.

-

Time passed, more memories were made, and just like before that fight felt like a lifetime ago. The broken vase was tossed out, with the red roses. It was replaced with a new vase, and brightly colored pink carnations. The red on your cheek had long faded, and the fear mellowed out once again.

Jeno, again, looked like the man you fell in love with. He took you on more fancy dinners, more afternoon picnics, and guitar lessons, and evening bike rides. He wore his eye smile once again, and everything in the world felt right once again.

You were waiting in your apartment for Jeno’s arrival. The pitter patter of afternoon rain, filled the apartment, along with some music that you just happened to put on. You just finished cleaning up the kitchen, getting ready to start preparing dinner for Jeno.

Just then you could hear the door open, you could smell the rain on Jeno. Mixed with his cologne, had your heart racing, something about his presence setting the butterflies loose inside you.

“Hi baby,” you turned the corner to greet Jeno, wearing a bright smile, but when you seen his face, you felt fear run down your spine.

“Hi,” he grunted, taking off his boots. He then looked up at you, smiling. However this smile didn’t look sweet, it didn’t reach his eyes, it was a tired smile, a rough smile, a smile that some would argue wasn’t a smile at all. “I’m gonna shower.”

“Okay,” you tried to cheer on, unbothered by his demeanor, “I’m gonna prepare dinner.” Jeno ignored you, as he made his way to the bedroom. And all of a sudden, the fear, anxious, and hurt that had mellowed slowly started to rise again. You were walking on eggshells once more.

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[dntaewithluv]

Silent Gym Buddy | jjk

Trying out a new gym really can be a series of trial and error, but something about the cute guy who's always working out near you keeps you coming back day after day

👟 Pairing: gymmember!jungkook x reader

👟 Word Count: 1.6k

👟 Rating: 16+

👟 Genre: Strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, some humor, gym au

👟 Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of reader feeling embarrassed/self conscious, reader is thirsty for JK, gym JK with a ponytail, brief mention of reader crying, flirting, teasing, really just a cute fluffy little gym drabble 🥹

A/N: First of all huge thanks to my possum angel @miscelunaaa for inspiring this idea and encouraging me to pursue it I appreciate you so so much Em 🥺💜 Btw I very much am this person at the gym and I just thought it would make for a cute and funny drabble idea 😂 Thank you to everyone for your patience and understanding while I've been taking time to get my life together it means so much to me 😭 I was really excited about feeling inspired and motivated to write something again so I hope you enjoy if you decide to check it out 🥰

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Day 1

You had lied to yourself. You were, in fact, the only person in this entire fucking gym who had brought wired ear phones with them to work out. And worst of all, the really cute guy on the treadmill next to you had audibly laughed when you dug the damn tangled things out of your pocket.

Well, time to find a new gym. Cause finding new earphones instead was clearly the more ridiculous solution of the two options. Yeah, fuck that gym.

Day 4

After saying “yeah, fuck that gym” for the last three days in a row, suddenly on day four it didn’t seem nearly as bad for some reason. Maybe it was because you had seen someone else with wired earphones that day, and you had nearly cried in solidarity.

Or maybe it was because the cute guy who had laughed at you on day one lifting weights near you had given your workout a hell of a view. He was absolutely ripped. And. AND. He had a full sleeve of tattoos and a lip ring. Maybe the gym would end up working out after all…

Day 17

It had taken you a record ten, yes one zero, ten fucking minutes to untangle your earphones. A bigger uphill battle than the incline you had started using on the treadmill a few days ago. You had gotten so worked up trying to detangle them, that when you finally got to your workout you were immediately winded.

And as an extra fuck you from the universe, the cute boy had been working out behind you and seen the whole fucking thing. Actually you knew his name now, had learned it a few days before when you’d overheard his friend talking to him. Jungkook. Jungkook had unfortunately witnessed your entire sad wire tragedy. A new gym was starting to look real tempting again.

Day 33

You were still going to the gym. You were still going to the same gym. And so was Jungkook. Every single day, there he was. Same time as you. Always alternating between all the different areas of the gym. Yesterday he had come in with his long dark hair pulled into a ponytail to do some boxing, and you had come close to face planting directly onto the treadmill track.

He always seemed so powerful when he was working out. He just had this super intense and aggressive energy about him. But then you would catch him talking with his friend, you had learned his name was Jin, and he would seem like just the sweetest and softest man.

You always heard his laugh, even with your outdated wired monstrosities blaring in your ears at full volume. It was the kind of laugh that took over his entire body. His face would scrunch up adorably, his little bunny smile poking through. The gym really had done you wonders.

Day 65

You had learned something new today. A very vital piece of information for future use. You could never, ever, accidentally grab the heart rate detector when Jungkook was on the treadmill next to yours. Because the number would indicate that the only place you should’ve been running to was the nearest hospital.

The only thing that had saved you was Jungkook choosing to drink from his water at that exact moment. Even then, you hadn’t been completely saved though. He had definitely caught the tail end of you gawking at him as he did the most basic thing on earth, drinking fucking water. But in your defense, he was always drinking water completely drenched in sweat with his throat bobbing in the most distracting way.

Honestly, it was a wonder you ever ended up being able to work out at all. With a literal long haired demon always in your immediate view. Who always seemed like a total and complete sweetheart the moment he stopped exercising.

It wasn’t like you even really had the option to try and avoid him because he was just always there. Running. Or boxing. Or lifting weights. Or making pull ups look like the easiest fucking thing in the world. Stupid Jungkook. Stupid hot Jungkook.

Day 92

Today your earphones had gone in the trash as soon as you had finished your workout. Your body hadn’t quite been feeling up to your usual workout, so you had fumbled for a split second. But that split second had been long enough for your hand to catch on the wire and yank the whole thing out, making your music readily available for anyone in the near vicinity to be able to hear.

It had been an all around bad day, and you’d had to blink back tears as you tossed your earphones in the gym trash on your way out. You would start saving up for a new pair of headphones starting that day.

For the first time, Jungkook hadn’t been there. And you hadn’t been able to decide if you were happy or sad about that. The two of you had never even spoken a word to each other, but sometimes he would give you such a cute little smile, and something about it always just felt so comforting to you.

Maybe he would have given you one of those rare smiles if he had been there today. You honestly could’ve really used it. Those big, brown, doe eyes and bunny smile just always made you feel better. Always.

Day 100

Something had been waiting for you when you arrived at your usual treadmill. It was a small box that had been delicately wrapped and adorned with a bow on top, as well as a little card that read:

From your (hopefully not so silent in the future) gym buddy (:

It was a good thing you hadn’t started your work out yet because your heart was fucking pouding, and that treadmill heart rate indicator was the biggest snitch. You carefully pulled back the pretty paper, and let out an audible gasp. It was a brand new pair of wireless earphones. This was about to be the second time this week that you had cried in the gym.

“I know you were really attached to your trusty wires, but I promise, these are a lot safer.”

Your head snapped up to find a ponytailed Jungkook leaning over the front of your treadmill with his head resting against his hands.

“Safer?”

It was impossible to miss the way his cheeks tinged pink, “Yeah, uh, Jin. He told me you slipped the other day and got tangled in them and almost got really hurt. So, I thought this would be a better and safer option”

You hadn’t even noticed Jin in the gym that particular day, you had been so focused on Jungkook’s absence. Had Jin also seen you almost cry in front of a random gym trash can?

“He also said that you haven’t had earphones since then. That you’ve just been working out to the,” he gestured around him vaguely, “lovely gym ambience.”

You laughed at that, and Jungkook’s cute little bunny teeth instantly made an appearance.

“I was working on saving up for a better pair.” you admitted quietly.

Jungkook picked his head up, arms still hanging over your machine.

“Well, now you don’t have to. Right?” he queried, flashing you a cheeky little wink at the end.

His gift had touched you more than he would ever know. Especially knowing that he had paid that much attention to you over the last three plus months. Maybe as much as you’d been paying attention to him.

“Right.” you agreed, a smile starting to take over your features.

Jungkook grinned back at you.

“This is really sweet, thank you so much.” you added, holding the small box close to your chest.

His face scrunched up in that way you absolutely adored, “Yeah, you’re welcome. I hope they make your workouts go a little smoother.”

“Well, I won’t have to spend a ridiculous amount of time detangling them, so that already is a huuuuuge step up.”

Jungkook chuckled, and you realized it was your favorite part of the “lovely gym ambience”.

“Just make sure you don’t accidentally let them go through the wash…it does not end well.”

He sounded like he was speaking from experience.

You found it hard to stifle your giggles, “Noted. Thanks.”

Jungkook suddenly nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, uh, I know it took us like a hundred days to officially meet and talk to each other. But would you ever, maybe, I don’t know, want to see each other? Like not at the gym?”

Ooh that heart rate detector would have been having a fucking field day right now.

“Not at the gym? You mean, like a-”

“Like a date, yeah.” he finished for you, his face flushing noticeably deeper.

You were pretty sure your own blush was matching his at this point.

“Well, what do you like to do for fun?”

“Uh, go to the gym.” he laughed, “You?”

“Same, actually.”

God, you were both so fucking awkward. Match made in heaven maybe.

“See! We already have so much in common.” Jungkook remarked, his eyes bright with excitement.

You instantly started giggling. He joined in with you, his body bending over your treadmill once again.

“You know, we’ve technically already had like a hundred indirect, silent dates. Maybe for our one hundred and oneth we can actually have a conversation.” he added as he playfully raised an eyebrow at you.

You had just started to open your mouth to respond, when panic suddenly took over his face, “Oh fuck, I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

More giggles from you.

“Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. Hey, since it’s gonna be like our one hundred and oneth date, should I bring my mom to meet you?”

You couldn’t resist joining in on the teasing.

“Of course! I’ve been dying to meet her.”

Your shared, loud, obnoxious laughter echoed around you.

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[youremyheaven]

Hello. How are you?. I hope you are fine. Happy weekday to you

I just want to tell you how I experience with a Venus dominant woman

My ex friend have Purvashadha Sun in 3rd house, Mirgashira Moon in 8th house and Swati Rising in 1st house with Jupiter in Mula Conjunct Sun in Swati in 3rd house.

And me having Purvabharapadha

Ascendant 1st house , Krittika Moon 4th house , Hasta Sun 8th house, Sun Conjunction Rahu in hasta in the 8th house and Ketu Conjunction Saturn in Uttarabharapadha in the 2nd house.

Our friendship started when she forced me to be friends with her due to creepily follow me suddenly everywhere when we were in 4th year high school.

Let me tell you its very creepy because even in the bathroom she started to follow me without reason.

We were not childhood friends and never had a close connection to her family even my family as well.

She comes from a rich family and me come from an abusive poor family.

She never have an intention to keep the friendship in a mature way. In fact she is very immature and I was always understanding of her.

We were apart after highschool and we have different colleges BUT SHE DIDNT CONTACT ME EVEN THOUGH SHE HAS MY NUMBER OR NEVER ASK ME HOW I WAS DOING.

I focus on those years for myself and I forget about her until she changed University and choose my university to enroll to due to multiple failures of subjects.

That's where she chooses her privileges and other person over me.

I was always on the hallways and everytime she's close to me she's always irritated and angry.

It came to the point where she verbally abuse me after the retreat before we have the graduation.

It honestly drained me because after graduation I was the only one who keep the friendship alive until I chose to end the friendship with her this year 2024.

I've had similarly unpleasant experiences with Venusian women

a Purvaphalguni Moon girl I went to college with always told everyone about how she had a huge crush on me and she literally always "joked" about wanting to bang me which I found unsavoury. like if a guy spoke like that, everybody would cancel him but since she's a woman, its all haha hehe. one time she grabbed my 🍒in front of our friends (just girls) and said "damn they're getting bigger" and everybody just ??? laughed??? another time i was telling her about going on a date with a hot guy and how i felt nervous about it and she said "dw he wont even see your face, he'll just see your 🍒and it'll all be good" she loved to objectify me and literally i couldnt have a single conversation with her without her acting like some creepy uncle and saying fkn weird things. her and several of my friends had a convo about creepy men in college and i mentioned a senior and several girls agreed and she went and told him that i thought he was a creepy asshole??? and he came to "confront" me about it???😭😭😭

my Bharani Sun friend pretty much ghosted me after we went to different colleges but she's like that with almost everyone so ??? super sweet otherwise tho,, just not someone you can rely on emotionally or otherwise.

another Bharani Sun friend i had was the same. ghosted me for yearsss and then came back around before disappearing again

also im so sorry u went thru all that. u deserve better<33

[tame-a-messenger]

I do feel like i should say that the shooting schedule makes sense in terms of what how shoots work when a lot of your team is freelance. Having shooting condensed and leaving bigger gaps between shoot weeks gives them more opportunity to work on other projects outside smosh.

I agree with it being really good for work flow!

Funnily enough I got this ask the day Smosh pit released a video (the spicy noodle mukbang) and Courtney talked about how the "shoot weeks" work. (time stamped link for the convo (17:59-22:33)

So as I understand, it's: 5 days, from 8am- "as late as" 7:30pm with lunch and setup.

So 11.5hr (max(?)) work days for 5 days in a row? is that right? I'm thinking it's probably usually 10hr or less shoot days, with at least 30mins for lunch.

Which this all sounds great for production! just blasting through the physical shooting so they can get right on to planning and editing. but for the cast? when Court asked the question Chanse says the shoot weeks can be EXHAUSTING. Anytime it's mentioned in other videos everybody unanimously agrees that shoot weeks can be really grueling, and WE can see it sometimes how tired/worn out the cast gets. They talk about it pretty frequently.

With that, there are a lot of freelancers there, so it makes sense to give them a lot of time away to do their things outside of Smosh.

I more so just want to put my thoughts on it out there. Just kind of voice my worries for the cast and the toll it can take on your mental state to have to be "on" for so long, and that if we don't see certain people this could be a reason why. *cough cough* Damien *cough*

(I wish we knew how many videos they try to film, do they try to film for the whole MONTH or what? I could see them doing 6 or so videos a day, so 30 for the month? this includes Smosh main + Smosh Mouth so the numbers are a little wonky)(WHICH WOULDNT HAPPEN IF I COULD SEE THE DAMN SCHEDULE)

#smoshblr #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit #Smosh schedule #smosh crew #yapping #im a sucker for technicals #idk if you could tell #:)