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murumokirby360 · 5 months

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My High Purity Copper Wire Replacement Audio for my QKZ AK6 Pro IEM review (w/ my paper dolls) - 2nd Half (Final) [Recorded: Dec 8th, 2023]

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Hello, December. Here's my 2nd half (and final) of my 'High Purity Copper Wire Replacement Audio' for my QKZ AK6 Pro IEM Earphones, or as I call it my 'audio wire replacement' (, feat. my paper dolls).

• If you haven't seen my '1st half', then please → [CLICK ME!].

BTW: And once again, If you haven't seen my review of QKZ AK6 Pro (from 2022), then I'll provide some links down below. ↓ 😉

My QKZ AK6 Pro IEM Earphones:

• Revealing parcel [Oct 1st, 2022]

• Part 1 (1st half) [Oct 8th, 2022]

• Part 2 (2nd half) [Oct 8th, 2022]

• Part 3 (Final) [Oct 26th, 2022]

So, without further ado, let's get started:

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• Here's a preview of installing my two AK6 Pro earpieces to my new 'audio wire replacement'. 🎶🎧🙂 My paper dolls are excited to wear it. Don't you worry, you two. I hope your ears we're fit. Hehe 😅 Nonetheless, here's my 2nd recorded video. 🎦📲

🎦 My Recorded video No. 2 ↑ 📲

• Here's me connecting two audio pieces into one, and it fits perfectly! 🎧🎶😊 Once again, my apologies for the awful background, despite my current smartphone (the Honor 8C) doesn't have noise cancelling / anti-background sound feature. 🚫🎶🏙️📲

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• [22nd & 23rd Image] Finally, the installation is complete! Care to wear it, you two? 🎧😊 "Yes, please" said my paper dolls. [24th Image] Mmmmm... 🤔 A-Okay, but uhh... I think, would it better if you two wear my headphones over earphones, Okay? 😊 My paper dolls completely agree.

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• Now, let's go to the actual wear, featuring "ME!". 😊 You can see these photos of mine, they fit well on both of my ears just like before 👂🙂👍. Sound-wise, the sound quality is the same as I expected 🙂🎶👌, but say cannot be said for the quality of ear hooks. You see, upon wearing these or taking off after hours of listening, the material for the ear hooks feels quite flimsy than the original one. 🪢 👂🎧🤔 My OG audio wire's ear hooks used to have a solid bend without worrying about. On top of that, the wiring itself feels quite light, making it easy to snap after a long use (, as I predict 🤔). Not to mention, the slippery and glossy appearance of the wiring. Though, I'm not sure if this replacement could last as long as the original one. But, we'll see in the endurance durability pace for my new audio wire. On the plus side, it is as comfy as before without hurting my ears; not even once.

• As of today (Dec 15th, 2023), I have no issues whatsoever, so far. I've tested it on my Honor 8C phone to see the function of the controls (play/pause, and the volume buttons), and it worked well. And with the volume controls on my IEM earphones, I don't have to reach my phone just to adjust the volume for hearing purposes. 🎧📲😊👍

Overall & Asking Price:

• Despite material differences between the OG and the replacement one, I'd say if your OG audio wire was busted after the lifespan was dead, a replacement for your current IEM earbuds is a better choice. 🎶🎧😊👍 Not only the audio wire replacements deliver the same quality sound as the original, but they also it'll save your budget, as well, if you have existing functional IEM detachable earpieces. Because some people like me, don't want to spend another spare of regular earphones with no detachable feature, right? Well, okay I guess that is debatable (BUT). 🤔Nonetheless, I think every IEM budget owners should buy this if they so desire. 😊

• As for the price, I order it from Shopee PH for only ₱ 145 [CLICK ME!] 🏷️. 🇵🇭🛒🌐 There's also an additional ₱10 for the pouch, but I rather not spending it. Considering, that I have tons of pouches to used. 🙂 There's also available on Lazada PH [CLICK ME!] 🇵🇭🛒🌐, as well albeit a different price than Shopee 🏷️, plus there's a Type C variant and different style choices.

Well, that's the end of my topic, and see you in 2024! 🥂🥳🎇

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inearscanada · 3 months

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mobileaudiophile · 2 years

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Blon Z200 review

Ready for the actual rebirth of Blon? With its higher clarity and balanced tuning, you can get a smiling face with it if you are following Blon no matter what. #blon #blonz200

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vhstown · 9 months

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miles morales x you headcanons

— 1610!miles x gn!reader (friends to lovers)

warnings: just fluff lol (miles is a dork)

note: normal spider-man au, a little tiny bit long. v self indulgent and oddly specific but i tried to keep them in character + inclusive 😭 wrote this at 3am, somewhat edited

For context, you were Miles' first real friend at Brooklyn Visions. You kept running into each other, and he had a strong liking to you after you helped him escape the wrath of the hall monitors without question. Becoming fast friends, Miles is quickly involved in every part of your life at the academy, and he even more quickly develops a crush on you. Luckily for you, he completely forgets about the shoulder touch. The man has no game when he's around you, his best friend, though it's not like he needs to.

Miles draws you a lot, to the point where it's almost obsessive. You're in his sketchbook, class notes, a loose scribble on the back of a receipt. You have your hair different one day and he scrambles to capture it somewhere without you noticing. He has it down to a science, and he tries to convince himself it's absolutely normal to be able to draw you perfectly from memory.

When you find out, he wants a portal to open up and swallow him whole. It's more endearing than anything, though. It's not like you haven't been stealing glances of his portraits in the middle of class anyway.

You may or may not tease him relentlessly about it, but eventually, you get comfortable whenever he slips out his favourite pencil and you pretend not to catch his subtle, studying glances.

Miles loves his headphones, sure. He begged his mom to get them for him ages ago, promising he'd put them to good use. They're basically glued to his ears, that is, unless he's talking to you. He always takes them off, listening intently to whatever you have to say, even if you're making small talk or just saying hi.

Sharing music with you is always at the back of his mind until he finally caves and buys a pair of wired earphones. It becomes routine to listen to something together whenever you hang out, pulled a little closer to each other by the wire playing Sunflower between you.

And yes, he made you a playlist. He's definitely embarrassed about it at first, and listens to it a number of times beforehand to make sure you'd like it. It's full of songs that make him think of you and ones you expressed interest in. He's definitely overthought it, but it's worth your reaction and seeing the Spotify like count increase to one. He listens to it more than you do, though.

Miles is nervous about telling his mom about you. About the both of you. Yeah, he's already told her every detail of you and your life, but he's scared of what she'd think of meeting you in person; it's not like she's hyperaware of the boy she's known for all his life suddenly changing when you're brought up, right? Rio is definitely a mama bear, even if Miles gets the brunt of it sometimes, but when he brings you over for the first time you feel more than welcome. Miles' mom and dad are constantly whispering to each other during dinner trying to make you feel comfortable, and you catching one of Rio's half-scowls at her husband when he asks a stupid question. Either way, there are hugs and kisses at the door, and you leave with your heart and your stomach full. They might just be your new parents. (Maybe in the future?)

Miles definitely helps you with school when he can, especially with more technical subjects. He always drops everything when you message him with a math problem or right before your science finals. He's up on call with you til the sun's up, the both of you questioning your sanity and basic reason when it's really just an excuse to spend time with each other (though the circumstances are unideal.) You send him your English essay to read over one day and he painstakingly looks through it to find things to compliment you on; he has no idea what you're talking about.

And calls with you are one of his guilty pleasures. When he's sure Ganke's not paying attention or his mom's checked his room for the last time, he drops you a hopeful message. You're tired, but you find yourself justifying each time you call until 3 in the morning, talking about the same couple of things. He likes hearing about your day, where you've been, what hilarious or strange thing happened in your classes. He likes hearing your voice most of all; it's even more comforting when it's muffled by sleep and your thoughts come out in jumbled repetitions of the same thing. One day, you fall asleep on call. Miles doesn't bother to decline it, pulling his blanket over him and letting his eyes close to the sound of your breathing.

When the two of you actually get together, he's even more nervous than he was bringing you over for the first time. His brain short-circuits when you say you like him back, and he just says "yeah" or nods to everything you say. He can't believe you like him. Outside of being Spider-Man, he's a bit of a nobody (he just likes keeping to himself). Not to you, though. You're his only other friend besides Ganke (more like the sneaker thief) at Brooklyn Visions, and now he's yours. Despite the ample advice from his uncle, he misses your first kiss. (You try again after a lot of laughter and it's all okay when he gets used to it.)

But... he might be getting too used to it. In fact, now that he knows you're okay with the scary concept of kissing, he's always holding your hand, brushing away strands of your hair, even just holding onto your sleeve by his fingertips. Miles always steals kisses, especially before he runs off to his class on the other side of the academy (he insists on walking you to yours. Yes, he's been late multiple times.) You swear you'll get him back for those one-sided kisses, but the debt piles up, and you eventually get used to it too.

When he hasn't seen you in a while (after slinking off for his friendly neighborhood duties), he pulls you into the most enveloping, bone-crushing hug. His head is pressed into your shoulder and arms almost double-wrapped around your torso like he hasn't seen you in years. It feels like he could pick you up, no matter how much you insist he'll never be able to lift you. It gives you a strange sense of security, and you never question why someone of his stature could probably throw you like a tennis ball.

Though, when you do manage to show him affection before he slips away, he totally melts at your touch. It's like his crush forms all over again, like it's your first kiss all over again. You like to bombard him with love just to see him go quiet and flustered and hear that very specific laugh he's had since his crush formed. He likes having you close, no matter what you're doing. Even if you're both on your phones, he always lets you lean against him or has an arm around you. When you catch him off guard with a little peck on the face, you notice him frantically looking through his home screen like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

You'll get him back one day. Until then, you'll chase him around the whole of Brooklyn if you have to. He's happy to be caught, even happier to be your boyfriend. Maybe one day he'll even give you his drawings of you. Or his entire sketchbook, it's basically all just you. Recently, it's been made up of your smiles. Maybe he'll just keep the sketchbook for himself.

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thank you for reading ^^ this is my first post so any suggestions wld be appreciated. this is my secondary blog so i can't reply but feel free to drop an ask! (not taking requests atm)

read the rest of my atsv headcanons here!

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delulu-archives · 6 months

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Love Me Lights Out (Jeon Wonwoo x Reader)

Wonwoo shook the planet with his iconic MAMA 2019 entrance — blue hair, red robe, dark evil gaze, and soul-crushing voice. He held a different type of power that day, holding you like putty in his hands in total surrender.

His possessive side was on full display when a certain someone got a little too close to you during the intimate and private after-party.

This can be read as stand-alone fic but this happened within Love in Vinyl universe/timeline. I highly recommend you give that a read. 💜

Note: Wonwoo x producer!reader, smut, explicit smut, dom/sub themes, AU, established relationship, penetration, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple big Os, unprotected sex, fluff, unedited, 18+ Series: Love in Vinyl Inspired by John Mayer's rendition of XO.

Ready for it? 'Cause I am. Dear reader, here is the next part of our Love in Vinyl series. Thank you for giving your love to LIV, darlings. Who wouldn't love to see Wonwoo's possessive side? Shameless, explicit smut, everyone. Some dom/sub themes, reader was weak and whipped for Wonwoo's gentle dominance. Plus some tooth-rotting fluff bonus ending. 😌💜 Yuletide and In the Soop 2 shots coming soon, darlings.

I pour my blood, sweat, tears, and delulu dusts to write this. Please help me protect my work while reaching more delulu darlings who may find escape here, too. 💜 Word count: 7,360 Cross-Posted on AO3

Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby, kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowing And I'm crashing into you Baby, kiss me kiss me Before they turn the lights out Before they turn the lights out Baby, love me lights out In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out Baby, love me lights out We don't have forever Baby, daylight's wasting You better kiss me Before our time has run out Nobody sees what we see They're just hopelessly gazing Baby, take me take me Before they turn the lights out Before time has run out Baby, love me lights out I love you like XO You love me like XO You kill me, girl, XO You love me like XO In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out You can turn my lights out

Manic. That's always your answer whenever junior producers ask you what awards shows are like based from your experience.

That year, you expected it to be different in various ways. 2019 was the year when K-Pop continued growing its footprint and reaching global scale, one group at a time. The year changed the trajectory of how k-pop was perceived and received especially with western audiences, and you saw it first hand.

Over the past six years, you had always been present behind the scene with BTS as they painstakingly conquered these awards shows, culminating their effort and hardwork during such tedious times. You shared tears and joys with them, especially during MAMA 2018 when they gave such powerful reminder on how tough the industry could be. Hoshi and Seungkwan even shared with you that they were fighting back tears especially when J-Hope started crying during the speech. You knew how much Seventeen could relate to BTS and you also saw how BTS also supported Seventeen during their starting years, given that their roots were alike - both groups were self-made, both were their respective company's saving grace.

BTS used to practice in dank, murky practice room that was often flooded, while Seventeen used to tape regular earphones so they could have make-shift in-ear monitors during their first performances. Both groups conquered those adversaries, started from rock bottom and climbed their way to the top with Blood, Sweat, and Tears. You could not be more proud to see those groups you love shine in one stage once more.

December was for awards shows and both sides of your coin were busy with their respective performances, with BTS ending their last leg of Love Yourself tour and Seventeen ending the first leg of their Ode to You tour.

You were just supposed to just be in the audience that day, hoping to just enjoy and watch the show without working. You were excited to watch their performances after seeing glimpse of it during rehearsals and you really needed your break already.

You requested the month off few months before, knowing just how restless the year was for you as part of the creatives team of these groups. While your job was mainly around their variety contents and documentaries, supporting touring groups also meant you were flying across the globe when needed, too. Apart from that, it was already apparent that the acquisition would be made formal and official the following year - it was long time coming. You already assumed backlash would happen and as someone who already faced such with BTS alone, the artists' welfare was always your top priority. Business decisions would be made, but you were determined to ensure that Seventeen would feel even more at home with your plans for the following year. You knew that the creatives and think-tank would be required to work twice as hard to ensure that contents and shows would be even grander both for the artists and the fans.

Your supposed break during MAMA 2019, however, did not come into fruition. You received a call from one of BTS' senior producers a week prior and pleaded you to cover for him during the show to film and produce the behind the scene of the show for BTS. The producer had to take time off as his wife had to give birth prematurely and you did not have the heart to deny the request. So, you brought your work stuff along with you and flew to Nagoya two days prior the show without telling your boyfriend that he might just see you spinning in the backstage.

Your call time for the show was at 7:00 AM. With various performances, it was pivotal to have everyone around and ready before the rehearsals and pre-show shoots commence.

You arrived just in the nick of time, already huddled with your assigned camera directors and assistant producer to discuss how things should run. You spent the whole night reviewing the production guide sent to you and polishing it with the timelines of that day's show so there would be smoother coverage and to avoid causing too much distraction during the busy day.

BTS arrived an hour later so they can prepare under their make-up chairs while the show floor directors were instructing everyone. You remained quietly hiding on the side, typing away and monitoring the footages being taken by one of your cameramen. Once the show's PD left, finally revealed youself earning a booming scream from Hoseok who was shocked to see you there. The team held you one by one, saying they missed you as the last time they saw you last was early October.

"Happy birthday, WWH!" You greeted when Jin entered the dressing room after washing up.

"Woaaah!! What are you doing here? Are you here to film? Waaah, you can't make me do silly things today it's my birthday." The man exclaimed, followed by his windshield wiper laugh and gave you a quick hug.

Your presence was always familiar so being there was business as usual, seven years and counting.

Wonwoo messaged you a little later saying that they were already on the way to the venue and that he was excited to see you in the audience. You spent the whole night talking on the phone with him thinking your flight was in the morning of that day. Little did he know, you were already in the venue working your ass off.

Nothing can ever match how loud Seventeen is. When they arrived, everyone knew it was them, hollering in the background as they greeted everyone with such bright, contagious energy and entered their dressing room across BTS'.

You excused yourself from your team so you can greet your other family, silently walking towards their dressing room, index finger on your lips to shush the others who saw you to stay quiet as you approached your blue-haired man leaning against the door frame. He was busy typing on his phone, eyes still heavy as he rubbed them while yawning. Your phone vibrated and a messaged flashed on the screen.

"We're here, baby. See you later."

You held back a chuckle. Finally standing behind him, you answered his message by muttering a cheerful, "I know."

Wonwoo turned in a flash, eyes widening and hand covering his mouth when he saw you standing there. "Woah!"

"Good morning, babe." Wide smile painted your face at his reaction.

"H-how?" He inquired, heart fluttering at your presence as he held your hand and pulled you inside the dressing room, waving at the other members who were also surprised you were there.

"Had to cover for a PD due to an emergency."

"I thought you would be in the audience!" He spoke softly, shoulders drooping slightly when he finally engulfed you in a tight hug after a week of not seeing each other.

You just chuckled when he asked you a week prior why you did not book the same hotel as them, and you just made up some silly excuse saying it was for the whole 'audience' experience. They were in the same hotel with BTS and some other artists, and you were just in the hotel a block away, essentially cooped up in your room to avoid running into anyone of them before your surprise.

"I missed you. I am happy you're here."

"I missed you too."

You returned his hug and stole a quick peck on his lips while everyone was busy. "I'll still be in the audience once you're on stage." You winked at him and his heartthrob smile widened as he let you go.

"I'll look for you in the crowd, baby. I'll have my eyes on you alone."

He smirked.

Dangerously.

Seventeen was part of the last artists to perform, with only two performances between them and BTS. It gave you ample time to get a camera so you can go where the camera directors in front of the main stage were and watch Seventeen's performance, as promised.

Shivers ran down your spine at the chilling entrance, even when they hadn't even started the performance yet. You saw them rehearse couple of times, but somehow, everything felt new. The crowd went wild with ear splitting screams when the music finally started.

It was a dark opening, hooded figures in red with one person on the spotlight - Wonwoo. Despite his robe, you could see his broad shoulders and notice the way he ascended the stairs with such a different vibe and aura especially when he pulled down the hood, revealing himself.

You saw that in rehearsals, but somehow you were taken into another world. His eyes were cold as ice, staring sharply into the audience as he bit and crushed the candied rose. He held an intense gaze as he devoured the intro with his deep, raspy voice, officially opening their ensemble.

Wonwoo captured your attention throughout the whole performance effortlessly, even meeting his eyes from time to time as he smirked at you. You were helplessly drawn to his magnetic aura and familiar warmth and sensation filled your body. He was scrochingly and devilishly handsome as they broke the stage.

When their performance ended, Wonwoo saw you backstage gave you yet another salacious smirk as he retreated to the dressing room.

Such power he held over you.

Two bottles of ice-cold water did nothing to quench your unexplainable thirst.

To say that you were on an emotional high during the show was an understatement. You were ecstatic over the wins of BTS and Seventeen, quite teary even, because you had seen just how massive their successes were which were all very much deserved after their years and years of hardwork. Then, you were blown away by their performances, and of course, your boyfriend's stage presence.

After the award show, Jungkook and Mingyu hosted and organised an intimate and private party, and BTS, SVT, and only very few other groups and colleagues were there.

After freshening up in your hotel, you arrived at the luxurious and private roof deck bar where the party was, donning a simple black dress and a pair of comfortable heels. It was rare for them to see you all glammed up, given that as a PD, you were constantly in sneakers and comfortable clothing so running around was easier. Wonwoo could not wipe the smile off his face upon seeing you all dressed up for the party, as if mesmerized by you.

BTS, Seventeen, and some of their friends mingled and drank merrily. Jungkook and Mingyu were goofing around like bunch of kids. Yoongi and Woozi were talking about music looking like twins. Joshua, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol were with Taehyung and Jimin catching up while the others were chilling or catching up with the staff members. It was a joy to see them like that, even Wonwoo was laughing around and comfortable with them.

You noticed however that birthday boy was quiet in the corner of the banquet. Being an introvert, Jin had always found social gatherings quite daunting, just like your boyfriend.

While Wonwoo was busy with his members, you joined Jin by the corner of the banquet hall, drinking your second glass of margarita that day.

"Why are you not socializing? It's supposed to be your birthday."

Jin just shook his head and laughed, saying it was not his forte. And you understood that. You spent some time catching up with him until Jimin approached you, pulling the two of you to the floor to dance.

"I am so tired, Jimin.." you complained but the man just smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Just one song!" He insisted, twirling you around.

Jimin always had that flirtatious flair with everything he does. It was not as though he was flirting with you blatantly, but he always liked making you blush for sure.

"I heard you have a boyfriend, Y/N." His full lips curled up into a smirk as if pleased to have caught you off guard.

"Why? Were you surprised?"

"Mhm, you could say that. You denied me once before." Jimin teased, reminding you of his attempt to woo you years back, and it made you throw your head and chuckle.

"We were too young then."

Jimin just smirked and nodded pulling you closer as you danced with your other friends before you finally freed your self about a minute or two later.

From a distance, though, Wonwoo was intently observing at how Jimin was looking at you, and he did not like it at all. His gaze was poisonous, lethal, even.

You joined the group where your boyfriend was and he immediately looped his arm around your waist and drew you against his side as if showcasing that you were his.

"Hi love," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead which took you aback. He never was that comfortable doing that in front of others before, but you could not deny that the bold gesture made your heart flutter.

"Hey. You drank a lot already."

"No, not yet." He smirked down at you, his attention solely on you as he rubbed your back gently. "You having fun? Or are you tired and want to go home?"

One of the many things you love about Wonwoo is that he is always sensible. He has always been sensitive about how you are feeling because he pays attention to you and somehow naturally senses how you feel.

You smiled up at him and pressed your body closer to him.

"Maybe we can leave earlier? You had a long day." He added, tucking a strand of your loose hair behind your ear and caressing your face. Such unusual gesture from him, especially in front of your friends and other people though they were busy. At one point however, Wonwoo shifted his gaze and you were in the right mind to follow its direction. That was when you finally realized it - Wonwoo was looking at Jimin who was watching the two of you, and he was asserting his edge on the situation. Your boyfriend's innate possessive side got triggered with how flirty Jimin was with you earlier, one thing you should've considered sooner.

"I'd love that." You answered, wrapping your arm around his back as well, as if a silent reminder to ease the building storm inside him.

Few moments later, you had to excuse yourself so you can go to the empty ladies room, only for Wonwoo to tail behind you quietly.

Wonwoo stood up from the leaned position he was in against the wall as he waited and walked up to you when you left that bathroom. He placed his hands on your shoulders slightly and pushed you playfully back inside, guiding you into a cubicle, locking the door behind you as he snaked his hands over the fabric of your dress, placing his forehead lightly against yours.

"Hey! We might get caught!" You shushed, looking him with wide eyes as your knees wobbled from his gentle teasing.

"Don't pretend like you don't know I've wanted to get you alone since this morning." He whispered softly as he placed a trail of kisses over your skin, from your cheeks and down your neck before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "And it seems like it's not just me who wants you." His voice muffled against his demanding kiss which made you melt against his arms which were looped around you possessively.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, babe. You know what I am talking about." He growled under his breath, chasing your lips for more when you started pulling away slightly, pressing your hands against his chest.

"Baby. Babe... listen."

He just gave you a cheeky smirk, chuckling at the worried look on your face as you wiped your smeared lipstick off his lips.

"Hm?"

"Wonwoo."

He arched his brow, "What?"

"It's too risky here!" You basically pleaded, arms wrapping around his shoulders, caressing the back of his neck. Nodding and surrending, he pecked your lips hard one last time before pulling away.

Wonwoo understood. Despite being open about your relationship among your friends and colleagues, your number one goal was to avoid any rumour or scandal especially that you were not within your private space where you can do anything you want.

"I'll go first. You need to fix your lipstick." He teased, opening the door of the cubicle for you.

"Yeah, thanks for that."

You rolled you eyes and watched him check the corridor to ensure the coast was clear before leaving you in the ladies room and returning to the banquet.

Releasing the pent-up breath you had been holding, you fanned yourself and looked at your flushed face and messed-up makeup from the mirror.

You were unsure what your boyfriend consumed that day that made him ever brazen.

Maybe it was the rose.

After trying your best to retouch post the encounter in the bathroom, you joined the group, sitting beside your boyfriend who was already yawning. One by one the people were already dispersing so Wonwoo took that opportunity to say goodbye, and you also did. You greeted and hugged everyone, including Jimin, who held you a little tighter as if trying to provoke Wonwoo even more with his playful antics. You knew it was nothing but you pulled away and shook your head at him.

"Let's go, Y/N." Wonwoo held out his hand and twined it with yours, and, despite the stern expression of his face, gave Jimin a courteous nod.

One of their managers and a security personnel were assigned to drive you back to the hotel where they were staying, and you were really impressed by the level of security and privacy hotels like that offered.

"We need to book another room, I share with Mingyu." Wonwoo spoke when you settled inside the car.

You smirked at him, waved your spare keycard, and gave it to him. "Done."

You somehow expected this even before the show, so you also paid for a room reservation online a day before your arrival, and checked in a few things there before going to your other hotel. You checked out of the hotel you stayed in and transferred some of your belongings to your room in their hotel before heading to the party that night.

Smirking in delight, he took the keycard and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, "That's my good girl."

You entered the hotel separately with him guided to his room by his manager and you going straight into yours. You gave him the spare keycard anyway in case he decides to visit you, which you were looking forward to, if you were being completely honest.

When you entered your room, you quickly went to the bathroom to run the hot water for a much needed shower after that long day of work.

You turned the shower on and adjusted the setting, running your hands under the cascading water to check the temperature. Almost immediately, your whole body ached to feel the soothing warm water and you even hummed in excitement.

Turning to undress, you jumped upon seeing your boyfriend by the door of the bathroom, eyes dark and wanting as he watched you.

"What the hell, Wonwoo! You'd give me a heart attack!" You exclaimed, clutching your chest while he only grinned at you.

Mischief and danger hid behind that smile he gave as he locked the bathroom door and stood behind you, meeting your gaze in the slightly fogged up mirror.

"Let me help you with that," He mumbled under his breath as lips hovered against your skin when he took the clasp of the necklace you were removing form your hand.

All the while, he was staring intently at you, his usual warm almond eyes were sharp and a lopsided smirk tugged against the corner of his lips. He was teasing you, playing with fire and fuelling yours.

He reached behind you and placed the necklace on the countertop, bracing himself against the cold marble and caging you in between his arms.

Then, he crashed his lips against yours, roughly, like he never did before.

Your knees were weak and as if under a spell, you were in complete surrender, wrapping your arms around him when he tilted your head by your chin and plundered your mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss and making you want more.

Whimpers left your lips when he sucked your lower lip then pulled away with a loud smacking sound.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby." He ordered, stepping back and watching you. "Go on, don't make me wait.

Those words coming from such perfect face and deep voice, were hypnotizing enough, making you obey without a word. Still looking at his eyes, you fiddled the hem of your dress and peeled it off, leaving you in your matching light blue undergarments.

"Seems like you've been waiting for me all day, too, love." He growled at the sight of you in his favourite colour, seizing you against his body before and tracing kisses down to the valleys of your breasts and then towards your lips once again.

"Now be a good girl and undress me." He mumbled against your lips, not letting you go as you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body. Then, you worked on his belt, button, and zipper, letting his pants pool into his feet which he quickly kicked away.

He shoved you inside the glass partition under the shower head with your body glued together, his lips finding purchase against your skin, making your core throb with a familiar ache.

Wonwoo pinned you against the cold, tiled wall and snaked his hand inside your panties, feeling your wet, warm core as his middle and ring fingers circled your sensitive nub. He was eager. As if wanting to prove something with his sudden brute force.

"My needy girl... so wet and I haven't even done anything..."

"W-wonwoo -" You stuttered, gripping against his biceps trying to steady yourself from his sudden teasing.

"Who are you this wet for, Y/N?"

You whimpered when he paused, making your knees buckle and thigh press together.

"Baby please..."

"So needy..." He growled, using his other hand to dip and pull a cup of your bra, and then sucked your taut, aching nipple.

"S-shit!"

"Mmm."

You quivered, eyes closed as you tried keeping your pleasure at bay, which was impossible when his fingers started teasing your slit with gentle strokes towards your clit.

"Look at me in the eyes and tell me who this is for..."

You met his lustful gaze and gulped, "Y-you."

"Say it... say who makes you shiver with need." He licked his lower lip as he pressed his fingers against your pulsating clit. He was enjoying his power play, you could see the way his eyes darkened as you shivered from his relentless teasing.

"Wonwoo... you Wonwoo... Please."

"Yeah... I am the only one that can make you this wet and needy, right?"

"Yes, just you..." You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes and crying out as he went down on his knees, ripped your panties, and finally devoured your aching, dripping core as water cascaded against your bodies.

"My good girl... don't hold back, baby, let me hear you."

He did not need to tell you. Moans and whimpers left your lips at his expert teasing, sucking and licking your sensitive bud. His tongue lapped at your core, tracing your entrance repeatedly and then drawing figure-eights against your clit while pushing his fingers inside you, curling and searching for that erogenous zone that always made you squirm in pleasure.

His moans were muffled against your sex when your climax coursed through your body quicker than you anticipated, making you nearly lose your balance as you cried out his name.

"Fucking hell..." You slurred, catching your breath and steadying yourself from the sudden outburst of pleasure.

Wonwoo looked pleased - he had his proud smile when he rose and kissed you, squeezing your ass and pressing your close to him.

"We're not done yet." He said with such ease before ever so casually reaching for the shampoo bottle and started washing your bodies as you came down from your high.

Wonwoo lathered your shower gel against your body in the most sensual, teasing way possible. His hand glided through your skin, massaged your breasts and tweaked your nipples, and caressed down to your stomach, your core, and your aching limbs. Every second was intentional seduction, keeping you on the verge with desire.

He allowed you to do the same, palming his whole body down to his hard shaft, pumping him up and down with your soapy hand which made him twitch against your touch until he could take it no longer. He rinsed your bodies with such urgency and once done, pushed your naked body towards the room and the bed.

"Sit." He commanded. Droplets of water trickled against your skin from your still soaked hair as he stood before you and as you pat your body with a towel, then squeezed water from your hair.

He took the towel from you and threw it away, then grabbed your hair to force your head upwards when he leaned in to ravage your mouth with ardent kisses.

Need once again simmered inside you and you reached out for him, wanting to feel him closer and relieve whatever ache he was causing. He drew away and stood in between your legs, his shaft standing long and hard in front of you.

"See what you do to me, Y/N?" He asked, holding the back of your head as you looked up at him and nodded. Your mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful, perfect cock all erect for you. Your core throbbed, needing him so bad.

"Let me see what your pretty little mouth can do."

You normally know what to say but seeing his dominant side made you tongue-tied. While there were rough encounters since your first time, Wonwoo rarely talked in such a manner. He was always a man of few words but eager actions, even in bed. He rarely even cursed but he seemed to do whenever you were in the throes of passion. This time showed a side of him you were already becoming drawn to, evident with the way you seem to surrender under his control so easily.

Eyes peering at him, you licked his polished length from base to tip, running your tongue around the bulbous head of his sizable cock. You slowly took him deep inside your warm mouth, eliciting a loud groan from him.

"Fuck, that's my good girl..." He moaned, looking down at you and pushing your head further down his length so you can take him deeper. "More baby... let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours..."

Carnal desire awakened inside him when he saw you like that, both hands gripping the base and massaging his sacs, as he hit your throat while you bob your head up and down his needy cock. Your eyes watered as you gagged, but it only seemed to further entice him. He tightened his grip on your hair as he increased the pace, your eyes still focused on him as you heed his commands.

"You look so good taking me like that, letting me fuck your mouth... ah such good girl." He panted for air, hips thrusting one last time before pulling away. Watching you wipe your mouth, he beckoned you to stand and kissed you before turning you around to face the bed.

"On your hands and knees for me, baby." He mumbled, lips brushing against your ear as he shoved you flat in your tummy back into the bed.

In a blink, you were on all fours in the middle of the bed, heart racing and eagerly ancipating his next move, until a loud, hard spank landed on your ass sending you reeling forward from the impact.

"WON - ah!"

You yelped at the tingling sensation, both pain and pleasure present at the unexpected action, making you bury your face against the cloudlike pillows. Your mind was still processing the flicker of pain and pleasure, when the bed dipped and you felt fevered kisses against your shoulders, tracing down to your spine, and towards your still numb and tingling rear.

Wonwoo kept complete focus on you and your pleasure as he parted your knees and his tongue swirled and danced around your clit, feeling you move against him as he continued to bury his face between your thighs and grip your rear. A few more teasing motions with his tongue against your pleasure spots, he dove his tongue between your folds, exploring the depth of your core as your essence ran down his mouth like an addicting nectar. His forcefulness built as he pulled you closer towards his mouth, earning whimpers of his name to escape your lips, muffled by the soft sheets you were biting into.

"I want everyone to know you're mine." He stated again as he continued to taste you against his tongue, fingers stimulating your core until you were trembling once more.

The pleasure and his eagerness were slowly driving you over the edge, getting closer and closer to that glorious climax... until he pulled away.

"Wonwoo fuck!" Intense ache throbbed inside you at the unfulfilled bliss that was still at bay when he hauled you once again, yanking your weak body until you were on your back.

Wonwoo grinned down at you, running his hand over your body, tweaking your nipples while the other thumbed your engorged bundle of nerves.

"Won- hurts... mm... need to..." You arched your body against his touch as needs boiled inside you, aching for that high only he can provide.

He watched you so weak for pleasure under him, but he wanted so much more. He lifted one of your legs and placed dove-like kisses on your shin and down to the inside of your thighs. You jolted.

"Please... baby..."

"What do you want?" His lips hovered on your navel as he looked up at you. "You have to tell me..."

You swallowed the tears pooling in your throat, trying to hold out as much as you can, "I want... need you to... make me cum... please..."

He smirked. "That's my good girl."

Wonwoo dove to your core once more, fingers slipping inside your soaked cave and began to massage your sweet spots as his tongue continued to flick in quick motions against your clit. He would only be satisfied until he felt you shaking and making a mess of the silk linens that adorned the bed. His eyes looked up at you overcome with pleasure, a view that he would never tire of.

"Oh, baby... please mm.. so close..."

Your sounds of encouragement was music to his ears as you wriggled at his actions, feeling your core seeping with excitement over his fingers and dripping down his knuckles as he kept his consistent pace. Your legs delicately wrapping around his broad shoulders built anticipation as he craved to watch you explode in pleasure once more.

"Give it to me, baby." He growled, stroking that velvety spot inside your walls eagerly.

"W-WONWOO —"

You wailed and convulsed as a ferocious orgasm rocked through your body, the extent of your bliss filling you from head to toe.

"Holy... fuck!"

My good girl... you came so hard..."

Wonwoo filled your face with kisses as you came down from your high, hovering over you in between your thighs and wrapping them around his hips. He shifted the both of you to your side facing each other, with his arm supporting your head safely. He eliminated the space between your bodies and kept your legs around him, gripping your rear as he kissed you fervently.

"You're mine." He declared, staring intently at you and caressing your face. While his eyes were still dark with lust, you saw a twinkle of affection and unadulterated emotions behind them that made your stomach flutter.

"Say it baby... that you are mine and no one else's."

"I am yours, Jeon Wonwoo. Only yours."

He smiled at the certainty in your voice. There was never a doubt about it, but Wonwoo always loved hearing you say it and you always loved reminding him. Unable to wait any longer, he kissed you, lined himself in your heated entrance, and sank in deep.

And raw.

For the first time ever.

You nearly lost your mind.

You never thought making love with Wonwoo could be any more indescribable, but here you were, feeling every ridge and friction of his perfect manhood as he stretched and filled you raw over and over again.

"Fuck so tight... my sweet pussy... mine..." He crooned in his euphoric state, eyes closed as he gripped your rear and bucked, pushing himself impossibly deep inside your hot core. "You're mine, Y/N...just mine... Jimin can never have you... no one else can... mine..."

You drew away slightly to watch him, pondering on his words until you realized it. There was jealousy in the mix. While it has been a while since your last intimate encounter leading to pent up needs, his possessive side was also on an all-time high that day, hence, the dominance and the power play. It sent electric shock to your core watching him take you and hold you possessively - his eyes closed, brows knitted, and lips agape. He looked so good it should be illegal.

"I am yours, just yours Wonwoo." You whispered and kissed him lovingly, pouring out your emotions in that exchange. His pace increased as the slapping of your skin, the squelching of his cock, and the sounds of your groans and whimpers created music against the night.

You were in sync - mind, body, heart, and soul.

"I will fill you up so good, baby."

"Ugh yes - please... fuck me..."

Wonwoo savoured the feeling of your hot, velvety walls clamping around him without barriers as he hammered into you. His fingers buried against the soft flesh of your rear, squeezing you hard as he guided you to meet his every thrust.

"You want it, baby? You me to fuck you... full?"

His words were broken up between lowly moans against your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hips slowing down and sensually rolling so he could feel every inch that he filled inside of you. His thrusts became slightly rougher as he pounded himself inside of you deeply, as if carving every inch of your walls as his. "Will fuck you so good baby... fill you up..."

Your body arched, revelling at the feeling of his huge length inside you, earning a loud moan as he took you wholly. He watched you lean back and as you did so one of his hands gripped your breasts, pinching and pulling on your erect buds while he wrapped his lips around the other, suckling and wanting to satisfy and please you as he picked up the pace.

"Wonwoo... I'm... ugh—" He landed another harsh smack against your ass sending a zing of pleasure straight to your core.

"Go on, baby. Be a good girl and make a mess for me." He hushed as he trailed open mouthed kisses against your neck and jawline and then your lips, tongue delving inside your mouth.

Wonwoo jerked his hips, pulled away completely and then breached your walls again. Hard. He flicked your clit with his fingers and orgasm blasted through you, scorching every single cell of your body.

You moaned his name, again and again, clinging onto him as his flesh continued ramming inside you while your walls molded around him tighter and tighter with your release.

"One more, baby. I want more." Wonwoo stiffled against your skin, as he bit and nibbled the sweet spots on your neck and collarbone. The feeling of your walls around him skin to skin, was like a drug to him, or a craving that he never knew he had all along making him greedy for more.

"Fuck... c-can't baby." You whimpered, high and overstimulated as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

"Yes you can. For me... yeah? Come for me once more... you can do it, baby."

Wonwoo purred, pushing you on your back, your hips propped up on a pillow as he knelt caged between your thighs and impaled you once more with a hard, determined thrust. Your drenched core coated his cock, making it even easier for him to glide in and out of you, no matter how tight you were. The in-drawing sensation of your pussy was driving him insane.

Sheen layer of sweat coated your bodies as you both panted and trembled, your legs wrapped around him and your nails raked against his back while he slammed his hips vigorously, urging both of your release.

"Fuck... my good girl... mm... gonna fill you up..."

"Won- "

"Mine..." He cupped your face and tilted your head so you can look at him in the eyes as he pummeled into you. "I love you... so much."

"Yours, yours... I love you so... much..." You whispered in between puffs of air, tears rolling against your cheek as he snapped his hips faster and rougher, making you cry louder. "Want your -"

"Yes, yes, baby... my good girl. You want me to cum?" He asked, nuzzling and groaning against your neck as you squeezed him in, a foretaste of your impending orgasm. "Tell me.. tell me you want me to cum..."

"I want...you...to cum for me..." You mewled.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wonwoo kept his pace until his hips stuttered and his cock swelled deep inside you, painting your walls with his thick, hot cum, wailing your name as his body collapsed with the mind-numbing pleasure. Your walls pulsated around him, clamping him in and milking every last drop of his release as you let him bask in his orgasm. "Yes, baby. Take it... Take my cum..." Wonwoo grunted drunkenly, feeling you so close to your release and when he buried his cock deeper with his remaining strength, you finally erupted with a loud wonton cry of ecstacy, toes curling and body shuddering under his weight.

"Wonwoo! Fuck yes! Fuck baby—" You weren't sure how it was possible, but your climax was even longer this time, all-consuming and earth-shattering and Wonwoo felt it rocking through him as you spasmed around him.

"That's it, baby...that's it..." He stiffled against your skin, fingers working on your clit as you surfed the wave of your climax, until you both came down from your glorious high, fully spent and satiated.

Wonwoo kissed you gently as he pulled away, cradling you in his arms softly, protectively when you whined at the empty feeling. "I love you so much... so good to me... let me take care of you, baby.." You could only hum and smile against the kiss.

You weren't sure what was happening few moments later - you were sore, overstimulated, and nearly unconscious. You reckoned you could feel him inside you for days. The next thing you knew, Wonwoo was parting your thighs, wiping your core gently with a warm, damp towel as he let you rest and catch your breath.

"We n-need shower... messy..." You mumbled, and he just chuckled at your state.

"Can you even walk, baby?"

"Hmm, I can. I just need some time."

He crawled towards the bed by your side and cradled your head under his arms and that was when you got to admire how utterly flawless he looked — skin glowing, tips of his nose and ears pink, lips plump and red, blue hair all messed up, and his neck and chest sweat-clad.

"I love you and your jealous ass." You declared, flicking his nose gently. "You know that, right?"

"I do. I love you." He nodded and cupped your face to peck your lips. "Sorry, love. Was I too rough?"

You hummed, looping an arm around him, "Hhmm. It's all good. I kinda liked it."

Wonwoo smirked at you, pleased with himself, and drew you closer, snuggling and savouring the post-coital bliss.

Before the night ended, you found yourselves back in the shower, making yet another mess and screaming each other's name.

BONUS:

It was a random decision on your end. You really weren't supposed to be in the studio as you were on a break which was long overdue, but you were bored and you hadn't seen Wonwoo for about a week. So, you decided to whip up some surprise and buy snacks to surprise the members and the team during the filming of SeungKwan Boo's Past Life Destiny for Going Seventeen 2020.

The team were gathered in a circle when you entered discreetly, all of them still huddled and finding their partners. Hiding with the staff members behind the camera, you saw your boyfriend being rejected several times, with the members teasing him that he doesn't need a partner because he has you anyway. Wonwoo looked extra cuddly that day with his white turtle neck shirt and knitted navy sweaters. He seemingly had high energy, too, like one of the junior producers told you. You loved seeing him like that, playful and excited.

However, you started sensing Wonwoo's slight unease and discomfort after few more failed rounds, and even the head PD that daysaw it, too. So, when he was finally on the chair as the last member to match, the PD requested you to surprise him to lift his mood back up. It was never something you would do during filming, but you felt it was needed that day.

You emerged from behind the cameras and quietly approached him, earning excited reactions from the team.

"No peeking yet, hyung!" Seungkwan exclaimed, with such contagious excitement, standing next to Wonwoo and ensuring he wouldn't turn around just yet.

"Waaah, nice Wonwoo-hyung!" The members cheered and hooted, making Wonwoo even more curious as to who actually came to be his partner.

"Why? Do I have many admirers?" Your boyfriend joked, then turned around, gasping in surprise and delight when saw you beaming and reaching out your hand to him.

"Waaaah!! When did you get here?!" Wonwoo marvelled, nearly falling off the chair while taking your hand and engulfing you in a hug as everyone cheered. You just chuckled and rubbed his back. He held you tight and breathed you in, immediately soothing whatever discomfort he was feeling.

"I bought you guys food." You smiled at him and pushed him back on the chair to resume the filming. He smiled brightly at you, blood rushing to his cheeks as he nodded and finally let you go.

Knowing you were there and right on time as always, his battery became fully-charged once again.

You are there for him, in his brightest days or darkest nights.

And he loves you, in his brightest and darkest moments, too.

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sleepanonymous · 5 months

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hello fellow worshipper ^^

so from most of II’s drum cams i’ve seen, you can barely hear Vessel’s vocals… like do you think that ever makes him sad? not being able to properly hear his pretty siren voice on stage? :(

ofc feel free to ignore, i’m just a curious dude :)

Heeey, thank you for the ask! And I’d never ignore you or anyone else (on purpose, but my object permanence is as bad as a newborn's, lol) 🖤🖤

So, I have two answers for you. My first answer is that, yes, II probably does feel some type of way about not hearing Vessel’s amazing live singing (or even the Vesselettes, or III and IV). It’s obvious he’s a fan of the music he writes with Vessel, and he gets really into it during certain songs like Atlantic, where pauses between the percussion parts exist. But if it makes you feel better, II absolutely loves what he does and fully kills it every time he goes on stage. I’m sure it’s a sacrifice he willingly makes.

My second answer is much more technical and would apply to any touring drummer/musician, not just Sleep Token, so I’m just gonna shove it under a cut to hide my nerdiness, lol (and also not to shatter anyone's illusion with how much planning and work goes into live performances).

What we hear in II’s live drum playthroughs and what II hears while playing is a lot different. Performing musicians wear unique earplugs/earphones called in-ear monitors (I’ll abbreviate them to IEMs). The IEMs have several purposes, mainly to protect musicians’ hearing and allow them to hear themselves and backtracks while performing over everything else during a concert (because concerts are loud, obviously lol). But the IEMs also enable the musicians to hear other things, like the stagehands/sound techs can speak to them, they’ll more often than not have a metronome going, and they may even have spoken cues like, “Verse Two in 4 3 2 1.”

I can guarantee that II has at least a metronome going during all of Sleep Token’s rituals. Since none of the band really speaks on stage (I don’t count III’s yelling), II also might have either Sam (his drum tech) or an automated voice telling him what song he’s playing next, along with a numbered countdown for the beginning of the song. II might even get in-the-moment verbal queues from Sam, or Sleep Token’s FOH, Thom.

This isn’t Sleep Token, but the video below is an excellent example of what I’m talking about. I don't expect everyone to watch the whole thing but it's great, tempo changes, count-ins, and everything. Flash warning, just in case.

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The two screenshots are from the same video and add a bit more information on what a musician might hear in their IEMs during live shows.

I might be alone here, but I really wish Sleep Token would release at least one of the live drum recordings with an in-ear mix like the video above. I’d nerd out so hard over hearing exactly what II or any of the other Eepy guys (especially Vessel during The Summoning, omg) are hearing live in their IEMs.

I know there are people who do mockups on YouTube of Popstar’s supposed IEM mixes and I swear if I had any musical knowledge or video editing skills it would be my self-proclaimed mission to put an in-ear mix into all of Sleep Token's live shows 😅😅

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peterrefur · 11 months

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Cracked teacup ⅏ Wilbur Soot x Reader

Summary: Y/N have eating disorder, and she try so hard to fight but not all days all good. Will see that and try help her every day. But one day she feels like she is a problem. That she is problem for Will and she try leave him but after really sad talk she understand that she is sick not broken. She is darling, not problem. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

The story features: - Eating Disorders - Attempted self-harm

𝕋he door swung open, a warm, yellow light spilled into the room, casting a cozy ambiance that seemed to beckon people inside. Will sat comfortably in front of his desk, engrossed in conversation, when Y/N entered the room. She leaned in, her gaze sweeping over the man's computer monitor, hoping to catch a glimpse of the software he used for his work, but all she could see was Discord. Will chuckled and leaned back, his eyes closing as his laughter subsided. He let out a quiet yawn, stretching his body, a testament to the disrupted sleep schedule that working on the internet and enduring quarantine had imposed on them.

With his eyes still closed, Will continued to speak, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But I'm absolutely certain that at the next MCC, we won't be teamed up together." Sensing Y/N's presence, he opened his eyes, noticing her standing there. "Y/N, is something wrong?"

"Y/N? Who's that?" one of the people in Will's Discord call chimed in with curiosity. "Do you have a girlfriend? Or is it a boyfriend?" he added playfully after receiving no immediate response.

"Tommy, let Wilbur answer. Mate, take your time," the oldest voice interjected, chuckling softly into the camera, while they observed Tommy crack open yet another can of Coke for the day.

"Y/N, do you want to talk to us?" Will asked, motioning for her to come closer. Y/N settled on the floor, resting on her knees next to Will's chair. "Hey, sit on my lap or go grab a chair. You shouldn't be sitting on the floor. I honestly can't remember the last time we vacuumed in here," he remarked, swiveling his chair to face her. Prompted by his suggestion, Y/N rose from the floor and perched herself on his lap. She positioned one earphone in her ear and was immediately greeted by two energetic voices and one subdued ‘bruh’.

"Y/N, are you Wilbur's girlfriend? I didn't know he had someone. He doesn't strike me as the boyfriend type," Tommy commented, taking a sip from his Coke.

"You, Tommy, seem like you never leave your room," she teased the boy, causing him to choke on his drink.

"WHAT! I don't leave my room! Look at this!" Tommy pushed his chair away from the desk, revealing his backpack adorned with symbols from The Legend of Zelda hanging on the door. He flung the door open abruptly and exited the room. Standing in the hallway, he shouted towards the microphone, "I'm leaving the room! Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pee." He then made his way back to his computer, only to notice the muted microphone icon next to his webcam a moment later.

"So, Will has a girlfriend. Pog!" exclaimed the sleepiest voice in the conversation, the only person with their camera turned off.

"Seriously, I thought you were single, Will," remarked the blond man.

"Y/N and I are together," Will responded, turning his gaze toward the woman on his lap. "Since September last year, right?" He gently stroked her back as he sought confirmation.

"Yes, September," Y/N nodded, a warm smile directed at her boyfriend.

"Indeed, it was September. Just a few days before the new semester started, I asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend," Will recounted, prompting the sleepy voice to chime in.

"And what was her answer?" the voice queried.

"Is that sarcasm, Techno?" Will asked, looking directly into the camera.

"Me and sarcasm? Bruh, never," Techno replied, evoking a slight chuckle from Y/N.

"I replied with a 'yes,' but with the condition that I could use his computer for my university work," Y/N interjected, glancing at one of her open notebooks on the desk.

"And yes, She do use it, but I won't complain because she bought the RAM herself, so it's our computer," Will added, gesturing subtly.

"But truth be told, I didn't come here to interfere with your--" Y/N began to speak, but was swiftly interrupted by Will.

"You never interfere," he interjected, his words carrying a playful undertone.

"Perhaps," Y/N responded, stealing a quick glance at the monitor. "Do you want coffee?" she inquired, rising from Will's lap.

"Coffee no, but tea if I can." he replied, slipping the earphone back into place.

"Green or black?" she queried, opening the door and awaiting his preference, receiving a nonchalant shrug in response.

𝕃eaning her hips against the kitchen island, Y/N's gaze lingered on the kettle, its slow boil promising a comforting cup of tea for both her and Will. As she waited, her thoughts wandered to the fact that Will hadn't revealed their relationship to his friends. They had made a mutual decision to keep their love private, well-aware of Will's growing popularity and the scrutiny that came with it.

Being an online example of the "perfect boyfriend," they both wanted to shield their relationship from potentially uncomfortable comments or unsolicited opinions. Y/N understood the need for privacy but couldn't help but wonder why Will hadn't mentioned her to his friends yet.

In the evenings, when she couldn't watch Will's streams directly, Y/N would often tune in on her phone, secretly observing him from the periphery of his online world.

She would wear her headphones, discreetly completing chores around the house while listening to his voice and enjoying the sense of connection. Occasionally, she would even bring him a drink or a snack, making sure to stay out of the camera's frame. It was her way of showing support and being there for him, even if he was unaware of her presence.

𝕋urning her attention back to the task at hand, Y/N reached for the box of teas and selected two green tea bags. As she held them in her hand, a memory resurfaced—a previous evening when they had enjoyed the same tea after a delicious dinner. A smile tugged at her lips as she reminisced, "That dinner Will made for us on our last date was incredible... I regret eating so much... If I hadn't indulged, we might have had leftovers for the next day too..."

Placing a tea bag into each mug, Y/N turned once again and cast her gaze upon the shelf above her. "That dinner tasted reminiscent of the one we had at a fancy restaurant for New Year's. It had a similar flavor..." She opened the cabinet, revealing her reflection in the glass. Her thoughts drifted, "Thank goodness I've stopped overeating... I've actually lost weight, quite a bit. But I still have these big thighs..." She reached for the honey, contemplating her body image as she prepared the teaspoons.

Suddenly, the sound of the kettle clicking off jolted her from her reverie. She blinked, surprised by the abrupt interruption, and hurriedly prepared the cups of tea. Pouring the hot water over the tea bags, she couldn't help but wonder why Will hadn't acknowledged the changes she had gone through. 'Why hasn't he said anything yet?" she silently questioned herself, a hint of sadness creeping into her thoughts. "After all, the differences are noticeable. I've lost weight. I'm thinner..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Maybe he has noticed but just didn't mention it? It's Will, he's not the best at expressing things like that..."

Chuckling softly, she recalled the early stages of their relationship when Will struggled to reply to even the simplest text messages. Wiping away a stray tear, she decided to distract herself by delivering the freshly brewed teas to their shared space. She walked towards the bedroom door, opening it, and then retraced her steps back to the kitchen to retrieve the beverages.

"𝕐es! And then she looked at me with such a smile, you know, 'maybe we should go back now'. Oh! I'm just talking about our New Year's date," Will recounted with a wide grin, his voice filled with fondness, as Y/N entered the room. Seeing her, he quickly cleared some space on the desk to make room for the teas. Y/N couldn't help but admire his radiant smile and felt a surge of gratitude that this remarkable boy had chosen her. Being with someone like Will felt like a true blessing.

"Thank you, darling. Another half hour, and then we can go to bed," Will said, his eyes fixed on Y/N as she returned with the honey. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, and she accepted it with a smile.

"Simp," teased Tommy's voice through the earphones, causing Will to turn towards the screen even though he couldn't see it.

He knew immediately that Tommy was the one who had made the comment.

Y/N interrupted the momentary silence, requesting to turn off the camera so she could change. Will nodded, and his webcam transformed into a rectangle with his icon at the center.

"Thank you," she expressed, taking a small sip of her tea. She then walked over to the wardrobe to retrieve a t-shirt and shorts. Despite being in the middle of a call, Will's attention was captivated by Y/N. He smiled as he watched her begin to undress, and for a brief moment, their eyes locked. Will moved his mouse and glanced at her once more.

"You look beautiful," he complimented, his smile revealing genuine admiration.

However, his expression suddenly shifted from joy to a perplexed grimace that was difficult to interpret. "Can you turn around for me?" he asked, gesturing in a circular motion with his finger. Y/N's heart fluttered at the thought that Will had finally noticed her weight loss. There was a reason she had chosen to change in the bedroom instead of the bathroom tonight.

𝔸fter two spins, she faced her boyfriend, searching his eyes for signs of approval or perhaps even excitement. But Will's demeanor had changed. His grimace had transformed into a neutral face with a tinge of sadness in his eyes.

"You're skinny," he commented, breaking the uneasy silence.

"Have you noticed? Yes, I know my thighs are still large, but look at my belly and arms. See how I've lost weight," she responded excitedly, turning around again and pointing out the different areas of her body. Yet, her enthusiasm seemed to fall flat in the face of Will's subdued reaction. His neutral expression remained, and his gaze held a sense of concern.

"Are you starving yourself?" Will asked directly, his question lacking any concern for its potential insensitivity. "What you're doing isn't healthy," he added, removing the earphone from his ear as if needing to detach himself from the conversation.

Y/N felt a surge of mixed emotions. "But I don't feel bad. I mean, I could still lose more weight, but for now, it's okay. I'm not starving myself, but I am consciously limiting my food intake," she explained, hoping to convey her perspective.

"So, you are starving yourself," he stated more confidently, rising from his chair. Y/N shook her head, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of the discussion. Despite Will towering over her, she could feel his concerned gaze encompassing her. In a hurried attempt to shield herself, she swiftly put on her nightshirt.

Will's expression didn't reflect anger or disappointment; instead, it bore a profound sadness that tugged at Y/N's heart. His gaze was heavy with worry, and she could sense that he genuinely cared for her well-being.

"You hear yourself?" Standing up from his chair, Will's confidence grew as he confronted the situation head-on.

𝕎ill's concern for Y/N's well-being grew more pronounced as he continued to question her about her eating habits. He mentioned her previous episode of fainting, which she attributed to a lack of fresh air. However, as he probed further, asking about the last time she ate, Y/N's uncertainty became evident.

Y/N paused, her mind searching for an answer. "Yesterday... or before yesterday, I'm not sure," she finally responded, her voice betraying her uncertainty. She quickly added, "But it feels good. And I'm not starving myself, but I am limiting my food."

Will's confidence grew as he confronted the reality of the situation. he looked at her with a mix of concern and determination. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, Y/N shook her head, feeling a wave of emotions crashing over her.

Will's expression, however, didn't display anger or disappointment as she had anticipated. Instead, his gaze held an unmistakable sadness. It was clear that his emotions were deeply rooted in his genuine care for her.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she reached out, her vulnerability laid bare. "Will, I didn't realize... I didn't realize you felt this way. I thought... I thought you would be happy for me," she managed to say, her voice quivering with raw honesty.

𝕋he room was dimly lit, casting a somber atmosphere upon the scene. He entered slowly, his footsteps barely audible against the creaking wooden floor. With a heavy sigh, he settled himself on the edge of the bed, facing her. The dynamics had shifted, as she now stood taller than him, both physically and metaphorically.

"What you're doing isn't healthy," he spoke softly, concern etched in every word. She met his gaze momentarily before averting her eyes, unable to hold his penetrating stare.

"How long?" he continued, his voice filled with a mix of worry and curiosity. "How long... have you been limiting your food?" His eyes never left her, searching for answers hidden within the depths of her soul. She glanced at him fleetingly, her gaze shifting away once more, as if trying to escape the weight of the conversation.

"I started back before the pandemic started," she murmured almost inaudibly, her words carrying the weight of a confession. He couldn't bear to see her struggle alone, and in an instant, he pulled her closer, holding her waist firmly as she stood between his legs. Pressing his face against her stomach, he whispered words of concern and love.

"Do you really feel okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency. "I'm not asking if you feel good about what you're doing. I'm asking if you feel good about this body you have now." His forehead rested against her belly, shielded by the fabric of her t-shirt. Her trembling hands found solace in his brown hair, hidden beneath a cozy beanie. Though she couldn't see his face, she knew his eyes were fixed on the floor, wide with a mixture of sadness and desperation. She bit her lower lip, her gaze lingering on the top of his head.

"Do I feel good?" she pondered silently, a torrent of conflicting thoughts flooding her mind. "No, I could be thinner... No... That's not true... I don't want to be thinner. I want to be slim. But I didn't want to see my ribs," she confessed inwardly, her hands tracing the contours of her torso, skimming beneath her breasts. "I didn't want to feel my ribs. That wasn't my goal."

ℍer legs gave way, collapsing under the weight of her emotions. She curled into herself, folding her body and clutching her knees to her chin, seeking comfort and protection. In that vulnerable moment, she uttered a feeble, 'no.’ Will's hand found its way to her head, his touch offering solace and reassurance. Her voice grew stronger as she repeated her denial, leaning into his leg for support.

"I don't want to force you to do anything," he spoke gently, his voice laden with empathy. "But I will try to help you, okay? Baby, look at me." Tenderly, he lifted her chin, revealing her tear-streaked face.

Will's own eyes welled up with tears, mirroring the pain he saw in hers. "I love you, and I will help you, but you have to want my help too," he implored, his voice trembling with emotion. Another tear escaped her eye, joining the stream down her flushed cheeks. With a slight nod, she rose from her hunched position, seeking solace in his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice laced with regret and vulnerability.

ꝋ

Y/N's senses were awakened as the aroma of the simmering soup wafted through the air, drawing her closer to the pot. "It smells beautiful," she commented, her voice filled with a hint of anticipation. "And it probably tastes just as good." Her words lingered for a moment before she reached for a wooden spoon from the nearby counter, gently stirring the contents of the soup.

"Yes, tomato soup. Probably one of the easier soups that will always smell good," Will remarked, emerging from the bedroom. "Once the pasta is done, we can eat." As those words left his lips, a slight faltering of her smile betrayed an inner struggle. However, she joined Will on the couch, both of them engrossed in their phones, immersed in a shared silence.

"Look at this!" Will's voice broke the tranquility, snapping Y/N out of her trance. She locked her phone and shifted her attention to her boyfriend's screen. "How cute," he commented, awaiting her reaction.

The image displayed a red cereal box, with the white head of an incredibly fluffy cat poking out, its large, endearing eyes capturing their attention. "Imagine. You open the cereal and... Boom! there is a cat. Do you complain or keep the cat to yourself?" he pondered, placing the phone on the coffee table.

"Complain, but keep the cat to myself," she responded, setting her phone down alongside his. Will erupted in laughter at her answer, rising from the couch.

"I'd love to have a cat, but I know I'm not responsible enough," he confessed as he made his way toward the kitchen.

Y/N observed his back as he deftly handled the pot, shaking his head in slight dismay. He moved towards the sink, preparing a strainer before returning to drain the cooked noodles. With deliberate care, he placed the strainer on top of the pot, allowing the residual water to drip away. Retrieving two bowls from a high shelf, he poured the noodles evenly into each, then walked over to the table, ensuring the pot rested on a placemat to protect the surface.

He glanced back at Y/N, a warm smile gracing his lips. "Would you bring the bowls and ladle?" he asked, pulling out a chair. Y/N nodded, rising from the couch, but her sudden movement caused her to stumble slightly, catching her balance just in time.

"Are you okay?" Will's concern was evident as he prepared to rush to her side, ready to offer support in case she felt faint.

"Yeah, I just got up too fast," she reassured, her step now more confident as she made her way into the kitchen. Will leaned against the dining table, his gaze fixed on Y/N as she approached, clad in one of his cozy jumpers. She placed both bowls on the table and settled herself in one of the chairs.

Will, still standing, poured himself a serving of soup, flashing her a gentle smile before pouring a slightly smaller portion for her. With a swift turn, he carried the pot away.

Y/N's eyes remained fixed on the soup before her, watching as the light pasta gradually sank into the vibrant red liquid. She observed a few scattered spices floating in her bowl, seemingly captivated by the swirling mixture.

𝕋he soup became her entire world in that moment, its presence overwhelming her senses. She felt her hands grow clammy, the room seemingly growing hotter. Perhaps it was the heat emanating from the oven, or maybe it was her own heightened stress. A dryness crept into her throat, urging her to eat, yet her trembling hands could not grasp the spoon. Opening her mouth felt impossible, and despite the enticing aroma, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey! I've been asking for probably two minutes if you want cream in your soup," Will interjected, crouching down and discreetly gripping Y/N's thigh beneath the table. His concerned gaze met her flushed face. She nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from the soup's captivating presence. "Everything okay?" he inquired; his voice filled with genuine worry. Once again, she nodded, her focus unbroken. "Do you want sour cream?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly above his glasses.

Another nod confirmed her desire.

Will straightened himself, taking her spoon and squinting at the box of cream. After a brief contemplation, he dipped half of the spoon into the container, carefully placing it in the soup and giving it a light stir. The cream detached from the cutlery, floating to the surface amidst the sea of noodles. A delicate dance of red stains adorned its creamy surface. Will took his seat across from Y/N.

"Enjoy," he said, taking the first spoonful of soup. "As always, no particular taste," he jested, attempting to lighten the atmosphere before proceeding to eat in a more conventional manner.

Time passed in measured bites and sips, their silence punctuated only by the comforting sounds of spoons clinking against bowls. Will's presence beside her served as a reminder of the unwavering support he offered, his presence offering a quiet reassurance amidst her inner turmoil.

𝕋he atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, the once pleasant ambiance now invaded by a cacophony of intrusive thoughts and harsh voices that reverberated through Y/N's mind. The relentless chorus of self-criticism and fear echoed loudly, drowning out any semblance of peace or enjoyment. The voices seemed to merge into a distorted symphony, each one demanding, pleading, and accusing in equal measure. It was a relentless battle within her own head, a war waged between her desires and the suffocating grip of her inner demons.

'Eat!' 'He made it for you!' 'Why aren't you eating? Don't you like his cooking?' 'Eat!' 'He spent two hours on it!' 'Why aren't you eating! You're hungry!' 'Move that hand!' 'Take a spoon and eat!' 'At least get your hands out from under the table and put them on the counter!' 'Eat!' 'What's wrong with you!' 'Yes, don't eat starve yourself to death!' 'Just because you don't eat won't make you skinnier!' 'Will won't love you if you don't eat it!' 'He'll leave you if you don't eat this soup!' 'Eat this soup!'

'EAT THE SOUP!'

"𝕀 can't, I’m sorry," Y/N finally managed to utter, her voice tremulous and fragile. She instinctively moved away from the table, unintentionally bumping into Will, who had been silently observing her, his touch offering a silent source of comfort. He winced in pain but refused to release his hold on her, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. Sensing her distress, he nestled his face in her hair, a gentle gesture of understanding and reassurance.

"I'm sorry."

"Shhh... It's okay," he whispered softly, his cheek resting on the crown of her head. With tender movements, he caressed her shoulder and the back of her head, seeking to provide solace in the face. "Eat at least one spoon, please. If you want, you can run to the sink and spit it out. Please try," he pleaded, his voice barely audible, as if imparting a secret shared between them alone. Y/N reluctantly turned her gaze back to the bowl before her.

'I can escape. But I have to try it first.' she thought, her hand trembling as she cautiously lifted a spoonful of soup. Will watched her movements attentively, his face still buried in her hair, his touch a constant reminder of his unwavering support. As she leaned forward to bring the spoon to her lips, she felt Will subtly shift, hiding his face completely in her hair while continuing to stroke her locks. Tears clouded her vision, the vibrant colors of the soup melding with her emotions. A few strands of pasta seemed to blend seamlessly with her blurred surroundings.

She opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and before her taste buds could register the flavor, she swallowed, her eyes clenching shut even tighter as she stifled a sniffle.

Returned the spoon to the bowl, her hand instinctively moving to cover her mouth. 'Really good soup.' she thought, sensing the faint taste that lingered. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but with Will's comforting touch still resonating, she reached for another spoonful, her movements slightly more determined this time.

𝕆nce again, she brought the spoon to her lips, her mouth poised to swallow the contents. Yet, in a sudden surge of awareness, she snapped her eyes open, tearing herself away from Will's embrace and rushing to the kitchen sink, forcefully expelling the food from her mouth.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she repeated, her words punctuated by a slow, faltering retreat to the floor behind the kitchen island.

Will glanced at the spilled soup on the table, the chair, and the growing soup pool on the floor. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he approached Y/N with measured steps. Crouching beside her, he eventually settled into a seated position, gently pulling her body closer to his, enveloping her trembling form in a tender embrace.

"It's okay. You've tried, and that's what matters. You didn't run away. You gave it a chance, and I'm proud of you. Truly, I am," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos.

Will buried his face in her hair once more, his gaze fixated on the expanding stain on the floor.

"I love you, no matter what. I'm proud of you," he reiterated, his eyes closing as he focused on the warmth and love that radiated from the woman in his arms.

ꝋ

Y/N sat on the plush couch, contemplating the enticing idea of ordering a pizza. It had been quite some time since she had indulged in this guilty pleasure. As she embarked on her journey to embrace a healthier lifestyle, pizza had become a distant memory, a forbidden delight. But tonight, a spark of rebellion ignited within her. She yearned to break free from the shackles of her strict diet and indulge in the sheer joy of devouring a slice of cheesy, saucy goodness.

With a mischievous grin, Y/N grabbed her phone and tapped open the pizza delivery web. The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked dough, zesty tomato sauce, and a medley of delectable toppings began to fill the air, even if just in her imagination. The mere thought of sinking her teeth into a warm, gooey slice of pizza sent waves of anticipation coursing through her veins.

As she scrolled through the myriad of options on the app, her mouth watered at the sight of the different crust styles, from thin and crispy to thick and doughy. The toppings seemed to jump off the screen, tempting her taste buds with their vibrant colors and enticing flavors. Pepperoni, mushrooms, bell peppers, and the ever-popular extra cheese—it was a paradise of pizza possibilities.

But as excitement coursed through her, a subtle voice of doubt crept into her mind. 'Should I really do this? Will it undo all the progress I've made? Can I truly allow myself this indulgence?’ Her conscience waged a silent battle against her desires, tugging her back towards the path of discipline and control.

Denying herself the simple pleasure of a pizza would only fuel her cravings and dampen her spirits. It was time to embrace the joy that food could bring, to revel in the sensory experience of savoring every bite without guilt or regret.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she read the series of messages from Will. A mixture of relief, worry, and anticipation swirled within her. The initial fear of abandonment slowly faded, replaced by a sense of understanding and empathy. She realized that unforeseen circumstances had delayed his return, and her mind's worst-case scenarios had been nothing more than needless worries.

'I'm going to be late Uber cancelled my ride. You can go to bed.' send 23:22

A smile played on her lips as she absorbed the reassurances in Will's messages. The warmth of their shared moments, captured in the wallpaper image, resonated within her. It was a reminder of the love they had built together and the strength of their connection. She felt a surge of gratitude for their relationship and the unwavering support they offered each other.

'I'll probably walk back.' send 23:30

With a renewed sense of calm, Y/N placed her phone back on the kitchen counter and returned to the cozy embrace of the couch. The aroma of the freshly baked pizza still filled the air, providing a comforting backdrop to her thoughts. She knew that soon, Will would walk through the door, bringing with him the familiar presence that brought her solace and joy.

'I'm next to Sussex Square, I'll be in a few minutes.' send 00:13

As she patiently waited, the minutes ticked by. Each passing second seemed to draw them closer together, erasing any lingering doubts or insecurities. The anticipation of being reunited, of feeling his warm embrace, and of sharing the simple pleasure of pizza together, filled her with a deep sense of contentment.

'I won't go to sleep until you're next to me in bed' send 00:23

𝕋he minutes ticked by, she found herself drawn back to her phone, eager to read the last message she had received. Ten minutes had passed, and curiosity tingled in her fingertips as she reached out to grasp the device. With bated breath, she unfolded the message and absorbed its contents, her eyes scanning the screen with intent. Satisfied, she enabled the notification sound, placing the phone gently on the table before retreating back to the comfort of her couch.

Sitting there, her gaze wandered to the pizza box perched on the coffee table. Its tantalizing aroma permeated the room, tickling her senses and beckoning her closer. It had been ages since she had felt such a pang of hunger. An internal debate ensued as conflicting thoughts danced in her mind.

The chorus of self-doubt echoed within her: 'You'll gain weight.' 'If you eat pizza, Will may not return home.' 'If you give in and savor that cheesy delight, Will might turn his back on you.' Overwhelmed by uncertainty, she curled her legs and nestled into the couch, surrendering to its warmth, lulling her back into the realm of sleep.

Suddenly, a voice shattered her reverie.

"I'm back!" the familiar sound reverberated through the room, the volume heightened with excitement yet devoid of a scream. Y/N swiftly straightened up, her gaze fixated on the figure that had just entered through the front door.

Will, with his shoes and jacket still on, approached her with purpose. As he neared, his hand reached out, gently cupping her cheek, the tenderness of his touch causing her to lean into it instinctively.

Their eyes locked, and a surge of affection surged between them. In an act of love and longing, their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. The sweet taste of their connection mingled with the air, creating an atmosphere of shared adoration. As they pulled apart, Will's voice broke the silence, his senses now attuned to a familiar scent.

"Do I smell pizza?" he queried, his curiosity piqued. Y/N couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with warmth.

"Yes," she replied, her voice filled with both satisfaction and anticipation. "I ordered it to be perfect at midnight and it was, it can be a little now..." Before she could finish her thought, Will interjected, a hint of hunger and vulnerability evident in his words.

"I'm sick to my stomach. I haven't eaten since I left. Well, except for a few fries. But all we did was drink," he confessed, a touch of remorse coloring his tone. Without hesitation, he lifted the lid of the pizza box, revealing a mouthwatering ensemble of pepperoni slices. A mixture of surprise and delight danced across his face. "Pepperoni! What a smart woman you are," he praised, his eyes meeting hers.

𝕊eating himself at the table, Will beckoned Y/N to join him. With a wistful expression, she approached, her hunger momentarily overshadowed by a tangle of emotions.

"I'm not hungry," she admitted softly, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

Undeterred, Will reached out with his foot, nudging her chair gently. "Come on," he urged, his eyes brimming with affection. "This will be our little date." His words carried a subtle plea, a desire to reconnect, to bridge the distance that had lingered between them.

Her reservations slowly melting away, Y/N yielded to his persistence and eased herself into the chair. She looked into Will's eyes, searching for answers, for reassurance.

A myriad of emotions swirled within Y/N as Will once again urged her to heed the desires of her stomach. The rumbling of her body, a sound that had slipped past her awareness initially, resonated once more, reminding her of its longing.

"Your stomach says differently," he playfully remarked, an undertone of mischief lacing his voice. "You want to. I mean..." With a brief scratch of his neck, he sauntered over to the fridge, retrieving two bottles of water. With a heartfelt conviction, Will offered a gentle solution to Y/N's hunger. He settled himself in the chair next to her, his eyes fixed on her intently. As he flipped the pizza box, their eyes met, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"I can feed you," he offered, a tenderness resonating in his voice. Y/N gazed back at him, her words momentarily halted as he placed a finger against her lips, his touch igniting a delicate spark within her.

Y/N found herself captivated by his presence, her gaze drawn to his every movement. In one smooth motion, his hand cupped her chin, his thumb lightly grazing her lower lip. Their connection was electric, tangible in the air as he leaned in, their lips finding each other once more. Soft murmurs escaped his lips, filled with adoration. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, their shared breath dancing between them. "But we will save these caresses for the bedroom after we eat." As he pulled away, confusion flickered in her eyes, her mind grappling with the sudden shift in the conversation.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N mustered the courage to express her thoughts. "Will, I..." Before she could continue, his finger pressed gently against her lips, effectively silencing her. His touch sent shivers down her spine as he watched her reaction, his head resting against his palm.

Words of love spilled from his lips, their sincerity unmistakable. With a tender caress, he brought their lips together once more, a promise of the passion that awaited them.

Yet, as he pulled away, his eyes met her confused gaze, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. Two slice of pizza remained, an oversight that had gone unnoticed until now. Y/N held the slice in her hand, her eyes shifting to Will, who raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.

"Are you drunk?" she asked, her gaze averted from the tempting food before her.

𝔸 knowing smile tugged at Will's lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. "A little, perhaps, but I'm not so drunk that I don't understand what's happening," he assured her, his fingers reaching for another piece of pizza. "If you threw the ball at me, I think I would catch it without a problem." His playful remark elicited a laugh from Y/N, a shared moment of levity amidst their complexities.

"You think?" she quipped, her tone teasing yet filled with curiosity. Will's laughter resonated through the room, harmonizing with the joy that swelled within him. However, his amusement waned as he observed Y/N chewing thoughtfully, savoring the flavors of the food. He remained captivated by her actions, his mind consumed by the simple act of her eating.

'She's doing it. She's eating! She! EAT!' Will's thoughts reverberated with an unexpected intensity, his focus laser-sharp despite the effects of alcohol. Every movement she made held his attention, fueling his quiet laughter. The realization that she was taking pleasure in the food before her brought him an immeasurable sense of delight.

With a lighthearted chuckle, Y/N attempted to bite off a string of stringy pizza cheese, her laughter ringing through the air. The sound lifted the room, a symphony of joy that transcended any lingering doubts or fears. In that moment, they were simply two individuals, reveling in the simple pleasure of shared laughter and a meal enjoyed together.

Amidst the infectious atmosphere, Will found himself compelled to express his emotions. Putting the edge of the pizza back into the box, he turned his attention to Y/N, their eyes locking once again.

"I love you, you know?" he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. Yet, as he awaited her response, her eyes conveyed more puzzlement than a resounding affirmation of love.

ꝋ

Y/N's attention briefly shifted to the surroundings of their flat. Mirrors were scarce, only finding their existence in a few select areas—a bathroom mirror, a cabinet mirror in the hallway, and perhaps a couple of small mirrors in eye shadow sets. The absence of mirrors in their living space added a certain mystique, as if it were a deliberate choice to escape the constant reflection and self-scrutiny that mirrors often invited.

However, there was one particular incident involving a mirror that Y/N couldn't forget, one that added a touch of ambiguity to the atmosphere. It happened on a day like any other when she returned from a shopping excursion, masked and laden with bags. As she closed the front door behind her, a jarring sound sliced through the air—a sharp crack of shattering glass. Momentarily taken aback, she tried to piece together what had just occurred.

With a sense of urgency, she hurried into the bedroom, her eyes widening in disbelief at the scene before her. Will stood there, a hammer in hand, nails gripped between his lips, and shards of broken glass scattered across the floor.

"It was an accident. I'm alright," he assured her, his voice laced with sincerity. "I was trying to hang a map."

Y/N's gaze shifted between the shattered mirror and the spot on the wall where a map once hung, a sense of skepticism creeping into her thoughts. The distance between the wardrobe door, where the mirror had been, and the wall seemed far greater than what was necessary for hanging a map. Even if Will were visually impaired, the disparity was significant enough that he wouldn't have accidentally struck the mirror. Doubt began to nibble at her mind, casting a shadow over his explanation.

Moreover, Y/N couldn't shake off the fact that breaking a mirror required a significant amount of force. It wasn't a mere tap or accidental bump that would cause such destruction. She had witnessed enough mirror mishaps in the past to know that intentional or not, the act of shattering glass demanded a deliberate, powerful impact. The pieces of the puzzle didn't quite fit together, leaving her questioning the true nature of that event and the intentions behind it.

The unanswered questions swirled within her, a silent tension permeating the air between them. Yet, in that present moment, as Will professed his love, uncertainty mingled with her emotions. She looked at him, her eyes reflecting both her love for him and the underlying doubts that had taken root within her.

It was a moment of internal conflict, the clash between the affection she held for Will and the nagging suspicion that something wasn't quite as it seemed.

𝕀n the intimate confines of her humble flat, devoid of a large mirror, she still sought solace in the reflective surface of her bathroom mirror. It was a quiet hour, displayed plainly on the screen of her phone - 02:34, a testament to her ongoing battle with insomnia. As she stared at the glowing digits, her voice filled the silence. "I really should fix my sleep schedule," she muttered to herself, feeling the weight of exhaustion and restlessness.

A sigh escaped her lips as she decided to undress, shedding the stolen shirt she had been wearing, a subtle reminder of Will's presence in her life. In the privacy of her bathroom, she examined herself with a mix of curiosity and self-critique. Her gaze drifted downwards, drawn to her own breasts, once comfortably held by bras that now seemed two sizes too big in the wake of the pandemic's toll on her body. A shake of her head expressed her dissatisfaction as she delicately unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

Her hands found their way to the waistband of sweatpants, skillfully peeling them off in a single fluid motion, leaving her standing there in nothing but her panties and a pair of white socks. She studied her own figure, searching for signs of change and imperfection.

Her fingers roamed over her stomach, grappling with a sense of disappointment.

Her eyes then wandered to her thighs, which appeared disproportionately large to her, and further up to her breasts, which now appeared smaller and less appealing. Her arms appeared slender, almost too thin, and her shoulders elicited a touch of unease, their structure feeling too masculine for her idealized feminine image.

ℂompelled by an unyielding desire to scrutinize herself, she approached the mirror with measured steps, locking eyes with her own reflection. Her gaze was immediately drawn to perceived flaws, amplifying her self-criticism. She fixated on her eyebrows, deeming them less than perfect, and cast a critical eye towards the persistent bags beneath her weary eyes. Her attention shifted to her lips, her lower lip slightly more plump than she desired, while her upper lip seemed disappointingly thin. Her cheekbones, in her opinion, lacked the defined contours she longed for. Each flaw magnified in her perception, feeding her insecurities and deepening her self-doubt.

Stepping away from the sink, she sought a fuller view of herself in the mirror, her reflection capturing her entire figure from head to knees. In that moment of self-judgment, she uttered the harsh words aloud, condemning herself.

"You're disgusting,"

The words slipped from her lips, filled with a mixture of self-loathing and despair.

In that fragile moment of vulnerability, her gaze inadvertently fell upon Will's razor, its presence within reach. A dark notion, like an intrusive whisper, insinuated itself into her consciousness. She possessed an intimate knowledge of its workings, having observed Will's grooming rituals firsthand. The location of his razor blades was etched in her memory, an awareness that beckoned her closer to the edge of her own despair.

With a mixture of apprehension and determination, she approached the sink with a purposeful stride, the drawer containing the razor blades beckoning to her. As she slowly pulled it open, a pristine white and green box revealed itself, housing individually wrapped blades nestled in white paper.

She counted them with a sense of foreboding, realizing that there were twenty-one, indicating that Will had recently opened a new box and inadvertently left behind the remnants of the previous one. A spark of justification flickered in her mind.

"He wouldn't have noticed," she whispered, convincing herself that she could discreetly borrow one and replace it without detection.

Her confidence emboldened, she reached into the box with a steady hand, her fingers grazing the packaging of a single razor blade. But as she glanced once again at her reflection, it felt as if an unknown presence within the mirror nodded in agreement, silently urging her forward.

ℍer decision solidified, and she withdrew a packet, swiftly closing the drawer to sever any lingering doubts.

In her hand, she held the razor blade, its surface untouched and gleaming under the unforgiving bathroom lights. A profound question echoed in her mind, as she contemplated whether this razor blade encapsulated her entire world.

A resolute nod, as if answering an unasked query, escaped her lips. Her conviction deepened, her fingers securing their grip on the blade, furrowing her brow as she realized the urgency of choosing a suitable location.

Her thoughts raced, weighing the options. She couldn't bring herself to carve into her arm, not with the summer heat making concealment impossible. The visibility of her thighs, shoulders, and belly would surely raise alarms in Will's observant eyes. The pressure to find an inconspicuous spot intensified, until a rash and violent impulse guided her hand. With an unsettling determination, she placed the razor blade against her own neck, poised on the precipice of an irreversible act.

The pressure to find an inconspicuous spot intensified, until a rash and violent impulse guided her hand. With an unsettling determination, she placed the razor blade against her own neck, poised on the precipice of an irreversible act.

'What?'

'No.'

'I' Don't want to.'

"I don't want to!"

𝕀n an act of defiance, her voice rose, shattering the suffocating silence that enveloped the room.

"No!" she exclaimed, her words filled with a mix of determination and desperation. The razor blade slipped from her grasp, crashing onto the hard floor with a resounding thud that seemed to reverberate through her entire being.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she swiftly covered the fallen object with her foot, as if seeking to stifle its presence, to drown out the clamor that threatened to consume her.

Her gaze locked with the glinting metal, the razor blade's surface seemingly alive, fixated on her like a formidable opponent in the midst of an unspoken battle. They engaged in a silent dialogue, their connection charged with an inexplicable weight, as if this encounter held the weight of the world.

A humorless laugh escaped her lips, tinged with a bitter irony. "He he..." she chuckled, the sound choked and strained. "Since I can't cut myself because Will would notice.... In that case, I don't want it. I don't know how to do it." she admitted, her voice laced with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.

Lowering herself to the floor, she huddled into herself, her knees drawn up, her gaze still fixated on the razor blade. Visions flashed through her mind, dark and haunting, as she imagined running the sharp tool across her body. In each scenario, Will's piercing gaze intercepted her actions, unleashing a torrent of anger and anguish. Yet, despite the vividness of these mental images, she found a glimmer of self-preservation, a thread of resistance that refused to be severed.

With a gentle touch, she retrieved the razor blade, her fingers lingering upon its sleek surface.

𝕎hy did the blade appear to bear a twisted smile, a sinister allure?

It was an unsettling sight, a reflection of the dangerous path she had narrowly averted. Closing her eyes, she summoned her remaining strength, releasing the blade from her grip. It cascaded into the waiting embrace of the toilet bowl, accompanied by the sound of breaking water, sinking slowly to the bottom. The pristine white water, once a symbol of purity, now mirrored the discord within her soul. A conflicting mix of relief and regret washed over her, as the swirl of emotions settled.

As she pressed the flush, watching the spiraling water carry the once-menacing metal away, a sense of calm seeped into her bones. It was as if the act of release, of letting go, brought her closer to a fragile peace. Nodding to herself, she returned to the sink, her eyes landing on the discarded clothes that served as a reminder of the dark moments she had just transcended. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, filled with a newfound lightness.

"It's time for a change," she whispered, tossing the garments into the waiting basket of dirty laundry.

𝕆nce again, she confronted her reflection in the mirror, her eyes red and swollen from the torrents of tears that had washed over her. An unspoken question lingered in the air, as she gazed at her own disheveled appearance. "Why are we crying? Why?" she uttered softly, her voice tinged with a fragile vulnerability.

Seeking solace, she found herself crouching once more, her hands clutching the edges of the sink for support.

"Everything is okay. Yes, that's all," she murmured, attempting to reassure her weary heart, to convince herself that she had made the right choice.

After a prolonged moment of introspection, she straightened her posture, deftly slipping her phone into the pocket of her pajama shorts. Casting one last glance at the mirror, she took in her disheveled hair, her eyes hollowed out by grief, and the trails of tears etched upon her cheeks.

"You're the problem," she whispered, the words a firm declaration, directed not at her own reflection, but at the inner demons that had sought to ensnare her.

ꝋ

𝔻espite waking up feeling low, Y/N's eyes fluttered open as she felt a gentle kiss on her forehead. The sight that greeted her was Will, his morning hair in disarray, his rosy cheeks accentuating his slightly sleepy eyes.

"Good morning, love." he greeted her, his lips curving into a warm smile. Their eyes met, and both of them felt a tender connection in that simple exchange. "I made us breakfast," he added, straightening up to take a seat. Y/N propped herself up on her forearms, the covers already pushed aside, and Will's cool touch adjusting her rolled-up t-shirt.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked, allowing him to guide her to the dining room table. Will pulled her chair back and gestured for her to sit.

"Yes, quite well, actually. I think I fell asleep right after we finished." he replied with light laught, making his way to the kitchen counter. "I made scrambled eggs for us." He handed plates and cutlery to the table, and Y/N couldn't help but express her surprise.

"Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with genuine appreciation. Will's thoughtful gestures never failed to warm her heart.

"Would you like tea or strong coffee?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on her silhouette as she stared at the plate with a hint of suspicion. "Y/N!" he called out, breaking her trance.

"Sorry, I was just lost in thought," she replied, flashing a smile in Will's direction. Instantly, his smile mirrored hers, the connection between them growing stronger. "What you say?" she tilted her head, curious.

"Tea or coffee?" he repeated, pouring a cup for himself. With a nod of confirmation, he began preparing his own coffee. Retrieving his mug, he turned his attention back to Y/N. His gaze shifted to her body, and a peculiar request escaped his lips. "Can you take your shirt off?"

𝕊urprised, she looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Will crossed his arms over his chest, his expression turning more serious than thoughtful. Arching his eyebrows in anticipation, he waited for her response.

"What?" she asked, clutching the edge of her shirt. "Why?" she asked, holding the edge of his shirt.

"Just want to see you," he answered, disregarding the coffee machine's signal that the coffee was ready.

"But you saw me last night," she pointed out, her hands clasped together tightly.

"Okay," she relented, seeing Will turn his back to retrieve his mug and carry both cups to the table.

"Thank you," she whispered as she watched him return to the kitchen. Y/N observed as he picked up a pan and simmered, carefully placing eggs onto it. His gaze lingered on the empty pan, contemplating something. 'How do I ask...?' he wondered silently. Shaking his head, he set the pan aside and walked back to the table, taking a seat and gripping his fork.

"That's too much," she finally spoke, taking a deep breath and lifting his gaze to meet hers. Embarrassment and affection intermingled as he beheld her.

Will took a deep breath, lifted his gaze. He looked at her embarrassed face 'Even when I'm angry I see beauty in her.' "I'll eat what you leave," he added, taking a sip of his tea. Y/N looked at him with a look as though he had just uttered the most heartfelt sentiment.

"Thank you," she whispered, reaching for her fork and taking the first bite of scrambled eggs. Will observed her, his own portion forgotten momentarily, as she savored each morsel slowly.

𝕋his morning, the tall brunette ate an extra portion. Y/N watched as he finished her, placing his plate atop his own. In one swift motion, he consumed the last of his tea.

"Can I ask you a question? Just a simple question, and I want a simple answer. Do we understand?" he asked, setting his cup down and gazing at Y/N with a serious expression.

"Okay," she nodded, her heart pounding, saliva diminishing. 'Is he going to break up with me?' she worried.

"What did you need a razor blade for?" he inquired; his tone laden with concern.

"What?" she asked, taken aback by the unexpected question.

"What the hell did you use a razor blade for?" he pressed, furrowing his brows, a touch of anger causing the nerve at the corner of his mouth to twitch and his left nostril to wrinkle. Retrieving a slightly bent white square from his pajama pocket, he exclaimed, "Bloody hell! Why did you need it? You didn't take it yesterday, and it's not the paper I left either!" He let out a breath, staring at the ceiling momentarily before composing himself.

𝕌nclenching his fists, he gently unfolded his hands, placing them on the table. "Sorry for raising my voice," he apologized, his gaze lifting as Y/N's muscles tensed, attempting to shrink away.

"I... I..." she stammered, her voice barely audible amidst the silence of the room.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice. It's just... Y/N, why did you do it?" he asked, looking at her intently.

"I didn't do anything," she replied, her voice barely a whisper, as if afraid of making any noise that might disturb the atmosphere. "What do you mean?" he inquired, extending his hand for her to grab.

"I wanted to, but I gave up. I threw it in the toilet. You can check. I can undress. I didn't do anything. I really didn't. Seriously," she explained, reaching for his hand at the end of her statement, but he abruptly turned it over. Surprise flickered across her face.

'He doesn't trust us.'

ꝋ

"𝕐ou crossed me and that's what's going to happen to you dude." she could hear Will live in the other room. For the first time since she had supported Will in his passion, in his internet work - she has no desire to watch her boyfriend play.

For the first time she didn't want to watch him.

"Everything is okay!" she raised her voice just enough to ensure it wouldn't reach the other room. She entered the bathroom, avoiding her reflection in the mirror as she undressed, preparing to step into the shower. With the water running, she crouched down in the tub, positioning herself so that the water cascaded onto her back. It felt as if the water had the power to heal her, as if each droplet could wash away her troubles.

"Everything is okay!" she raised her voice just enough to not be heard in the other room though.

Seeking solace, she entered the bathroom, deliberately avoiding her reflection in the mirror as she undressed and prepared to step into the shower. Turning on the water, she squatted down in the tub, positioning herself so that the water cascaded onto her back.

With each droplet that touched her, she yearned for a healing sensation, hoping that the water running down her back would wash away her troubles. Leaning back and sitting down, she allowed the water to fully drench her hair.

𝕋houghts swirled through her mind as she looked up at the ceiling, watching the glass shower wall slowly become veiled by the warm steam. 'Will always look so tired?' she wondered, her heart heavy with concern. 'Why does he always seem so sad?' She tilted her head back even further, completely soaking her hair in the streaming water.

As the steam filled the air, Y/N felt her forehead begin to sweat. Her breathing grew heavier, burdened by the weight of her thoughts. 'Why did I stop eating? Was it for myself or for him? Did I stop eating to seek Will's attention?' She shook her head, denying those possibilities. 'No... No... I wanted to lose weight, didn't I?'

Her internal turmoil intensified as she contemplated her worthiness of Will's love and presence. 'Why is he still with me? He's only growing tired and burdened. He doesn't deserve to suffer because of my problems. He deserves someone better than me. I'm not worthy of him. He should be with someone who won't make him miserable, someone who can energize him from the beginning of each day. I'm nothing but a burden to him...' Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the flowing water.

In her despair, she firmly believed that Will's sadness and exhaustion were a direct result of her presence in his life. She blamed herself for his fatigue, convinced that she was responsible for his lack of sleep and the absence of his daily smiles. She mourned the loss of his carefree laughter, which had once filled their apartment. Tears continued to mix with the water, symbolizing the anguish she felt within.

'I am the problem.'

𝔸s Y/N stood up, she adjusted the water to a gentle rain shower setting. The warm water continued to cascade down her body, soothing her muscles and providing a momentary respite. With deliberate movements, she massaged her hair, allowing the water to fully saturate it. Reaching for the bottle of soap, she proceeded to wash her body, her movements slow and melancholic.

Her touch lingered on the parts of her body that elicited self-disgust, a sad smile playing on her lips.

Rinsing off the soap, she reached for the 3-in-1 shampoo that she and Will had been using. Tilting her head back, she carefully avoided getting any soap in her eyes, watching as drops of water settled on the ceiling. Taking a step back, she immersed her entire body under the stream of water, allowing the lather to run down her back and cleanse her.

The repetition of the motion brought a sense of ritual and momentary solace. Finally, she turned off the water, the sound of its flow abruptly ceasing.

Moving to the end of the tub where the glass wall did not reach, she fixed her gaze on the wall, noticing the chipped blue-grey paint. A subtle smile graced her face as she stepped out of the tub, her feet making contact with the cold tiles. She reached for the towel she had left by the sink, wrapping it around herself.

Walking towards the fogged-up mirror, Y/N remained naked as she wiped the condensation away with her hand. Despite her efforts, her reflection still appeared slightly blurred. Drawing closer, she locked eyes with herself in the mirror, seeking understanding and acceptance.

"We are the problem."

𝔸s Y/N gazed at Will's peaceful sleeping form, she couldn't help but wonder about the dreams that occupied his slumber. Observing the subtle movements of his nose and the flickering of his closed eyelids, she pondered what scenarios played out in his subconscious mind. Carefully, she slid out of bed, mindful not to disturb the duvet and risk waking him. She changed into the clothes she had worn the day before and quietly crossed the bedroom.

Opening the wardrobe with a gentle touch, she retrieved her suitcase, lifting it to minimize noise from the wheels. Carrying the suitcase, she tiptoed to the living room and placed it softly on the sofa.

With a quick glance around the apartment, she moved towards the kitchen countertops. Retrieving her cup from the sink, she nestled it inside the travel bag, hidden from view. She then walked along the room's contours and selected one of the two fluffy blankets from a nearby basket. Returning to the suitcase, she carefully arranged the blanket over her belongings, creating a protective layer.

Y/N reentered the bedroom and cautiously opened the first drawer, swiftly gathering her underwear. She swiftly returned to the living room, placing the gathered items alongside the others in the valise. Closing the drawer, she hesitated before the second one, aware that its noisy metal-on-metal sound might rouse Will from his sleep.

She bit her lip, deciding against opening it, and instead reached into the last drawer, retrieving two dresses and adding them to the growing collection in the suitcase.

𝔾ently gripping the fabric in the bag, she covered her belongings and zipped up the zipper to secure them in place. As she glanced at the other side of the valise, her eyes caught sight of a jumper that she and Will had searched for long ago. It was a vibrant jumper with two mint-colored stripes in the middle. She held it in her hands, memories flooding back, before folding it and placing it back inside the suitcase. Finally, she sat down on the couch next to the packed valise, exhaling a heavy sigh.

The weight of her emotions and the uncertainty of her actions weighed heavily upon her as she sat there, contemplating the path she was about to take. Y/N listened to the quiet voice in her mind, acknowledging its encouragement and support. Her hands trembled, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within her.

"You're doing a good thing," she whispered, reinforcing her resolve. She glanced at the television, where her silhouette stood next to the suitcase in the dimly lit room.

𝕋he scene resembled a moment from a romantic movie, where the protagonist would seek solace with her best friend, crying and lamenting her ex's mistreatment. It was a portrayal of transformation, where the lead actress, initially perceived as unattractive, would eventually reveal her true beauty.

But this wasn't a movie.

Y/N had just endured one of the most challenging experiences of her life. Will would never be the villain, the ex-boyfriend to be forgotten and despised. She wouldn't seek comfort in her friend's embrace, belittling him and recounting tales of mistreatment.

No, Will wasn't bad. He cared for Y/N and tried his best to make her happy. Yet, she knew deep down that she didn't deserve his efforts. She didn't want to burden him any longer. She felt like a leech, draining his happiness and strength. She longed for things to return to how they were before—the pre-pandemic, pre-quarantine era—before she became a problem.

𝕋ears welled up in her eyes as the weight of her decision bore down on her. In the script, she would leave now, seeking refuge with a college friend, her best friend, or her parents. But the current state of the world made escape seem impossible. Y/N didn't want to imply that living with Will had been terrible; in fact, they respected each other's space and knew when solitude was needed.

Being in the same room, sharing silence, had been enough to bring them happiness. Sometimes one of them retreated to the bedroom while the other stayed in the living room, granting the necessary space. Y/N didn't want it to end, and she didn't want to run away from Will. She wanted to leave, to give him the chance to regain his happiness.

The conflicting emotions tugged at her heart, torn between her desire to make Will happy and her reluctance to abandon their life together. It was a painful realization, but she believed it was the right decision.

Y/N gracefully rose from the plush couch, her senses heightened by a hint of nostalgia as she embarked on a journey through her memories. With purposeful steps, she made her way to the elegant cabinet that housed the television, its glossy exterior gleaming under the soft ambient lighting. The shelves within held an assortment of books, each one carrying its own story and allure. Some had been devoured by her voracious appetite for literature long ago, their worn spines bearing the marks of countless reads. Others remained untouched, their mysteries waiting patiently to be unraveled. And then there was one particular book, a cherished companion during the early days of her quarantine, its pages worn and dog-eared from repeated encounters.

Carefully, she retrieved the books from their resting place, their weight feeling familiar in her hands. As she gingerly placed them in her suitcase, she made sure to leave ample space for the jumpers and shirts that awaited extraction from another drawer. A sigh escaped her lips, carrying with it a blend of weariness and anticipation, as she tenderly adjusted a strand of hair that had strayed from its intended position.

Her delicate fingers graced her nose once more, a small gesture of reassurance, before she summoned the courage to press the handle of the bedroom door.

As the door swung open, a soft glow of orange light spilled into the room, casting an ethereal aura upon Will's face. It was as though he had been plucked from the pages of a glossy magazine, the embodiment of timeless beauty and masculine allure. Retrieving her phone from the depths of her back pocket, she unlocked the device effortlessly, its familiar glow illuminating her face as she raised it to capture a moment frozen in time.

Through the lens of her camera, she marveled at the captivating image before her - Will. She smiled thinking of how beautiful Will looked at times as he looked down at her with sweat and slightly wet hair, how he gently slumped against her breathing hard, how they had both been lying naked in bed just looking into each other's eyes for hours. She smiled thinking about how Will looked in straight hair, how much he had changed during the time they had both sat locked in the house for days. She watched him, he furrowed his brow as if he was talking to someone.

Her gaze remained fixed on Will's slumbering form, observing his restless movements as he shifted onto his back. With a heavy sigh, Y/N moved towards the dresser that held the potential to turn a carefully crafted escape plan into a tempestuous argument.

ℍer delicate fingers lightly grasped the drawer, a mere touch setting the metal in motion, its faint creaking already audible in her ears. Each increment in volume served as a reminder for Y/N to proceed cautiously, to tighten her behavior as though walking on a tightrope of emotions.

Her gaze fixated on the partially opened drawer, a gateway to reclaiming her belongings. It beckoned her, teasing her with the prospect of liberation. The internal debate raged within her, contemplating the possessions gifted to her by Will. 'Should I take the things he bought me’ she pondered, her pause punctuated by the slow extraction of shirts, one by one. Her eyes oscillated between the clothes she had acquired for herself and those that bore the imprint of Will's generosity.

A moment of hesitation washed over her, prompting her to glance back at her partner. Will's peaceful countenance, oblivious to the turmoil that swirled within her, evoked a twinge of guilt. An innate desire to protect their tranquility whispered through her thoughts, urging her to reconsider her actions.

It felt reminiscent of the rebellious spirit one might possess while running away from overbearing parents, swiftly extracting funds from their wallets to purchase a bus ticket to freedom.

Y/N moved with caution, her actions imbued with a sense of both trepidation and determination. She meticulously selected the clothes that resonated with her, their allure and aesthetic appeal surpassing those left untouched atop the dresser.

Turning her gaze towards the glass of a picture frame displaying an ancient world map, a fragment of her reflection danced upon its surface. The vibrant glow of the streetlights failed to reach her, leaving her face veiled in shadow while her cascading hair shimmered under the soft illumination. A subtle shake of her head symbolized a moment of introspection, a solemn acknowledgment of the path she had chosen. With deliberation, she gathered the shirts and sweatshirts within her hands, arranging them with tender precision inside her waiting suitcase.

𝔸s the weight of her actions settled upon her, a sudden interruption shattered the stillness.

Y/N jumped, startled by the intrusive ring of Will's phone. Swiftly retreating into the safety of the bed, she found solace by his side, laying down upon the covers. The brunet, lost in the depths of slumber, mumbled incoherently, his subconscious reaching out in search of the elusive phone.

"Hello?" Will grumbled, lifting the still ringing phone to his ear. Annoyance tinged his voice as he pushed the device away, his finger gliding across the screen to answer the call. "What do you want?" he asked curtly, more irritated at being forcefully awakened from his slumber than by the phone itself. Y/N lay on the bed, her eyes closed, feigning the act of just waking up. She artificially squinted as she opened her eyes, observing Will staring blankly at the ceiling with half-closed eyes.

"I don't know. What time it is," Will groaned, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. "No, I can't make it. It's Monday, and I have a class at thirteen. I just want to sleep," he retorted, pulling the phone away from his ear and ending the call. Y/N had a few seconds to catch a glimpse of Joe's name flashing on the screen before the interruption abruptly ceased.

"Did I wake you up, love?" Will inquired, blocking the phone and placing it between their pillows. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Go back to sleep, dear. It's only five in the morning. We still have time." he reassured her, turning away and pulling the covers back. "Can you give me blanket, I'm cold," he requested, prompting Y/N to raise herself up on her forearms, allowing Will to arrange the additional layers of warmth.

As she felt his muscular frame become distinguishable again, a sense of relief washed over her, soothing her restless mind.

Y/N lay on her back, her gaze fixed upon the ceiling, her eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly maneuvered her legs to the edge of the bed, preparing to rise. Once seated, her gaze involuntarily shifted towards the partially open drawer. ‘If I close the drawer now.... Will will wake up; he's having a gentle sleep right now. I'm not one hundred percent sure he's asleep.’ she contemplated. Summoning her courage, Y/N stood up, reaching for the laptop resting alongside a keyboard and a few notebooks. ‘I'll come back for my college stuff,’ she silently promised herself, stepping towards the bedroom door and gently closing it behind her.

"Y/N?" Will's voice jolted her from her thoughts, causing her to pull a face upon hearing his inquiry. She promptly reopened the door, meeting his inquisitive gaze. "Where are you going?" he questioned, turning around and straightening his drowsy body. "Are you dressed?" he mumbled, his sleepy mind struggling to focus on the situation at hand.

𝕋he gentle glow of the street lamp illuminated him even more beautifully than when he lay upon the bed, casting a soft, yellow halo upon the entire left side of his body. He instinctively narrowed his left eye in response to the lingering luminosity.

"To the bathroom," Y/N responded, biting her lip nervously. Will sat up further, his sleepy demeanor giving way to a more alert posture. He shook his head while rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, momentarily resembling a cartoon character awakening from a deep sleep. His eyes widened as if a sudden jolt of realization had electrified his consciousness.

"With a laptop?" he queried lazily, pointing a finger towards the device firmly held in Y/N's grasp. She pressed her lips together tightly, nodding in confirmation. "Y/N, what are you planning? You're dressed to go out, and you have a laptop. What's going on?" he probed, moving towards the edge of the bed. An icy chill ran through his feet, reminiscent of plunging into deep water. He rose to his full height, stretching his body with a seductive moan, seemingly even taller than before. He had already opened his mouth to speak but halted his words upon noticing the open drawer.

His drowsy countenance swiftly transformed into one of alert sobriety. "Y/N?" he uttered; his voice laden with concern.

In response, Y/N took two steps back and closed the door behind her. Hastily, she dashed towards the suitcase, swiftly closing it shut. ‘Run. Run!’ a voice screamed in her mind as tears welled up, mingling with a cascade of overwhelming emotions. With each passing second feeling shorter than the previous one, she flung the suitcase off the couch and gripped its handle tightly.

Just as she rounded the corner, she heard the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"Y/N, what are you—" Will's voice trailed off as he interrupted himself, his gaze falling upon the suitcase and Y/N's anguished expression, on the verge of tears. They stood motionless, locked in a silent gaze, while Will took slow steps towards her. Each stride was preceded by the realization of Y/N's missing belongings. He gently grasped her wrist, his touch pleading.

"I'm scared now. What are you doing?" he implored, his voice trembling with uncertainty. A deluge of questions flooded his mind, eclipsing any semblance of answers. ‘What's happening? Where are you going? What do you want to do? Am I about to lose you? If I release your hand, will you leave the flat without a word of explanation? Am I on the verge of losing my love?’

No.

There was no answer in his head.

𝕋he room was engulfed in a heavy silence, hanging thickly in the air as Y/N and Will locked eyes. It felt as though the weight of the world rested upon their shoulders, their gazes penetrating deep into each other's souls. Their eyes welled up with tears, mirroring the raw emotions swirling within them. They knew that the next words spoken would unleash a flood of tears, a deluge of pent-up feelings.

"Please..." Their voices trembled in unison, on the verge of breaking down. Will's grip on Y/N's wrist loosened, an unspoken plea for her to join him in finding solace. Slowly, Y/N released her hold on the suitcase handle, surrendering herself to Will's guidance as he led her towards the couch. The room, shrouded in darkness, seemed to echo their internal turmoil.

As they settled down on the couch, a pang of realization struck Will. He looked around the dimly lit apartment, taking in the sight of Y/N's belongings packed neatly into a single suitcase. The magnitude of her intention to leave without a word pierced his heart. In that moment, he understood that his beloved partner, the other half of his very being, was truly prepared to walk away.

Their eyes remained locked, searching desperately for answers within the depths of each other's gaze. Tears glistened on their cheeks, threatening to spill over at any moment. They knew that the next words uttered would unravel their fragile composure, baring their vulnerabilities and fears.

"Y/N, dear, what..." Will's voice quivered with unspoken emotions, his lip trembling as he carefully chose his words. His hand, once holding onto her wrist, now tenderly intertwined their fingers, seeking a connection amidst the uncertainty. He sensed Y/N's reluctance to meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on the reflection of their fragmented selves in the blank television screen.

A flicker of apprehension passed through Y/N's eyes as she finally shifted her weeping gaze towards Will's tear-streaked face. She could see the traces of exhaustion etched into his features, beyond the mere physical realm. His weariness was a testament to the toll their shared struggles had taken on him, both mentally and emotionally.

"Can you explain to me what's on your mind right now?" he asked after a moment. Along with his question, the woman looked with wider eyes in front of her. She looked as if she was asking herself this question by moving her lips slightly.

"In my mind?" Y/N's voice quivered, barely audible, as if she was grappling with her own thoughts. She seemed to be silently questioning herself, her lips moving ever so slightly, searching for the right words to convey the storm raging within her.

Before Will could interject, a wave of determination washed over Y/N, compelling her to press a gentle finger against his lips, stifling any potential denial. "Can't you see it, Will?" Her voice trembled, filled with a mix of sadness and regret. "It's not about how you've changed, how you've taken care of yourself. It's about how I've changed you."

She withdrew her hand from his mouth, allowing her words to hang heavily in the air. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her flushed cheeks. "I'm destroying you," she continued, her voice filled with a blend of remorse and gratitude. "I appreciate your unwavering support, your presence. But it's a battle, a constant fight with myself. Every day, I strive to do better, to be more than I was yesterday, and..."

ℍer words trailed off, her voice choked with emotion. The weight of her admission hung in the silence, an unspoken question lingering in the air. Will's eyes mirrored the tumultuous storm brewing within him. Questions surged through his mind, seeking answers amidst the sea of uncertainty. What was happening to their once harmonious bond? How had their lives taken this unexpected turn?

The room stood witness to their shared anguish, the silent plea for understanding and the desperate search for a path forward. In that moment, they both knew that they had reached a crossroads, where decisions carried the weight of a thousand possibilities. They sat there, locked in an embrace of uncertainty, their hearts yearning for resolution, and their souls bracing for the impact of the forthcoming revelations.

"But I see it and-" she covered his mouth with her hand again.

Y/N's hand trembled slightly as she covered Will's mouth once more, her eyes pleading for him to listen, to allow her the space to express her thoughts. The room fell into a profound stillness, their intertwined gaze conveying a mutual understanding. Will, respecting her request, nodded silently, the faint hues of dawn gently caressing their faces, as if lending a glimmer of hope to their conversation.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N steadied herself, her voice quivering with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "Will... I want you to hear me out, to truly understand," she began, her words weaving through the fragile air that enveloped them. "It's not just about the weight gain, those two kilos. It's about what they symbolize, what they represent in the grand scheme of our journey."

"Will... I'm trying to eat. I've put on weight! Yes, two kilos and I haven't noticed a difference in my body, but yes. It's a lot! However... It took me almost three months... No... It took US almost three months. Because it's our fight. But I'm the problem Will." Her eyes, brimming with tears, held an unwavering gaze with Will's, seeking solace and comprehension.

Will's gaze softened, his own insecurities momentarily forgotten as he focused intently on Y/N's words. He peered down at his pajama-clad body, feeling a pang of self-reflection wash over him. Y/N's voice, warm with affection, reached his ears, alleviating the weight he had carried upon his shoulders. "You are beautiful, Will," she assured him, her voice holding a tenderness that transcended physical appearances.

The weight of her words settled upon them, the unspoken acknowledgment that their struggles were intricately entwined. Y/N's voice grew more fragile, her emotions threatening to break through the surface. "But, Will," she continued, her voice laced with sorrow, "you're unintentionally destroying yourself mentally. Your relentless pursuit of my happiness has taken a toll on your own. I see it, Will."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, shimmering with unshed emotions. Her heart ached at the realization that her own struggles had become a barrier between them, casting shadows upon their once radiant connection. The weight of her own battles, coupled with the guilt of seeing Will bear the weight of her pain, bore heavily upon her conscience.

Her voice quivered with a mixture of sorrow and gratitude as she whispered, "I'm sorry, Will. I'm sorry for becoming your problem, for placing this burden upon your shoulders. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Before we were together, before I entered your life. I don't want my struggles to overshadow yours, to dampen your spirit." Y/N's voice trailed off, her words mingling with the unspoken desire for their bond to find its equilibrium once more.

Tears streamed down her face, a testament to the depth of her emotions and the love that still resided within her. She awaited Will's response, their intertwined fate hanging delicately in the balance, as they navigated the complexities of their intertwined journey together.

𝔸s they gazed into each other's eyes, a profound sense of understanding washed over them, like a gentle wave embracing the shore. Will tenderly wiped away Y/N's tears, his touch conveying both solace and reassurance.

"My love, look at me," he softly implored, observing her eyes closed in an attempt to shield herself from the overwhelming emotions. "Please, open your eyes, my darling." With his gentle strokes against her cheeks, Y/N gradually blinked her eyes open, meeting the unwavering gaze of the person she held so dear.

Rare were the instances in their shared history when Y/N witnessed Will shedding tears. He was not one to cry easily, his tears being reserved for moments of profound significance. Seeing him vulnerable in this way only reinforced her realization that she needed to address the impact her struggles had on the person she cherished most.

"Hey, don't dwell on those thoughts now," Will soothingly spoke, his voice laced with a tender affection. "Listen to me, my love. Right now, there is no room for that voice in your head. There is only room for my words, okay?" Y/N sniffled and nodded, her expression a blend of fragility and hope. In this tender moment, he sought to redefine the narrative that had haunted her.

"You were never the problem, and you will never be a problem to me," Will reassured her, his voice brimming with unwavering love and devotion. "You, my angel, my love. It's like a flu, just a bit more serious." He let out a gentle chuckle, the sound carrying a delicate warmth that enveloped them. "Yes, it's true that I am tired, more tired than before, but you are not the reason behind it. There are many things in my mind right now—the Twitch channel, YouTube, my music, my studies, and the nagging feeling of not being completely satisfied with what I'm doing. It's the culmination of all these things that contributes to my fatigue. But you, my love, you are not the problem."

A surge of relief and gratitude washed over Y/N's weary soul as she absorbed his words, their significance resonating deeply within her. She couldn't help but regret the delay in recognizing her own need for assistance, but she found solace in the fact that she had come to this realization on her own. Will's pride in her resilience and daily struggle against her inner demons only served to strengthen her resolve.

"Y/N, my love," Will continued, drawing nearer to her, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them. "Every day, as you fight against that voice in your head, I am proud of you. I understand, because I too battle my own inner voice. 'Why bother eating when everything tastes the same?' But you know what? Eating together, sharing these moments at this very table, on this couch, it's my way of expressing my love for you. Because I love you, regardless of anything and everything. It doesn't matter who you are or what you may be going through. I love you every single day."

In the tender silence that followed, Will's words hung in the air like an ethereal melody, resonating with the profound depth of his love for Y/N. Each word he spoke echoed within her heart, reaffirming the unbreakable bond they shared. The weight of his unwavering affection wrapped around her like a warm embrace, soothing the lingering doubts and fears that had plagued her.

Their souls danced in perfect harmony, intertwined by a love that transcended superficialities. "No matter what you are or are not," Will declared, his voice trembling with emotion, "I love you every day." His words painted a vivid tapestry of acceptance and adoration, embracing every facet of her being. “With your hair styled, with a storm of hair. With sleepy eyes, with a beautiful baby face. In pajamas, in my clothes, in dresses, in shirts, trousers or skirt. I love you and never, no one and nothing will change that. I want to be with you." he said moving closer to give her a light kiss. "It pains me that I don't know how to convey this feeling in words. It's all good, but yet something hides inside me and wants to scream. It's fucking: weakness. I am weak... But. You are another part of me. Someone who makes me never feel alone, someone who makes me not give up in what I do. I love you, you're my Y/N." He said again kissing the woman who this time reciprocates his kiss.

In that intimate moment, their hearts beat as one, the world fading into insignificance. Y/N, overcome by a surge of profound emotion, reciprocated his kiss, pouring her own love into the tender meeting of their lips.

"𝕀 love you too," she whispered, her voice carrying a newfound strength born from their shared vulnerability. Moving away slightly, she rested her forehead against his, their breaths intertwining as they merged into one. Her gaze, filled with a mixture of love and concern, met his deep brown eyes, which now appeared darker than their natural hue.

"I want us to keep fighting," Y/N spoke softly, her voice a delicate plea. "But I also want you to fight for yourself, to remember the importance of self-care. Take care of yourself too, Will. Please." Her words held a gentle urgency, an acknowledgment of the toll their struggles had taken on both of them.

A flicker of understanding illuminated Will's eyes as he absorbed her words, his gaze mirroring her own concerns. "You're right, my dear," he replied, his voice carrying a note of determination.

"I think we need to take care of each other, my dear."

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #mcyt wilbur #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot #wilbur x you #wilbur post

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wonwoncat · 1 year

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Warnings: curse word, yandere theme, murders.

Everything you read is not compatible with reality!!

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[01:40]

„Y/n, turn right“, the sound comes from the earphone in the ear, the voice prompts and directs.

You look around to make sure there is no one else here. It wouldn't be appropriate if someone caught you. This mission must be successful like the others.

You confidently follow the guy who disappeared in the building, which is a few meters away from you. What is he doing at such a late time in a closed hospital?

„I connected to surveillance cameras, he is going to the 6th floor“

„Is there anyone else in the building with him?”, you ask.

”Wait. Gimme 5 seconds. No, i checked all the cameras. None found”, the guy who was sitting in front of the monitor continued to drink juice and stare at the photos that were relevant to the case.

After y/n entered the hospital, she entered the elevator, which was open. Surprisingly, the elevator did not have all the buttons and one of them was empty.

So you decided to ask your work partner some things.

“Riki, does this hospital have secret rooms or floors below the first?”

”I don't think it's in the building plan”

”It means they are hiding something”, you said.

”Yes, y/n. But first you need to catch up with Shim Jake and find out some information from him“

“I’m on my way“

„Go faster“, Riki smirked looking around from the camera attached to your jacket.

When you arrived on the 6th floor, you immediately went to the office that Jake entered. But..

No one was there.

You checked all the shelves and cupboards, nothing to indicate anyone's presence.

”Riki, are you sure that someone really entered here?“

”Yes, my eyes definitely saw it and I have a record. Why should I lie to you?”

He would be disappointed that you doesn't trust him, but knowing your character, he would never think this way.

Suddenly the door closed behind y/n. She turned to realize that she had indeed left the door open.

“Oh, y/n. The signal from the cameras is gone, are you okay? Y/n?”

”Y/n?”

Riki is trying to connect but still getting error in big letters on the screen. “What’s going on?”.

A girl stood still for a while but after she moved from the place, an alarm sounded from the speaker on the wall and the red colours of the light flashed from time to time.

The window that was open quickly closed. You had no choice but to try to open the front door. It was locked so you drew your gun and aimed at the lock.

“Shot”

The door did open but behind it stood a guy in a mask, black hoodie and a cap on his head. The face is not visible but you were sure that it was Jake. A murderer who was unjustly convicted and has not confessed to the crime for 3 months. To catch him, your team had to take on this task. The one who told about this case really decided to order the punishment for his actions.

You were an organization that helped establish justice. Of course, everything was secret because you would be condemned for your actions and the police would arrest you. But you are not stopped by the risks, you enjoy it and it is your job.

Riki, who was the smartest teenager at school, despised by his mother who drank all her salary and didn't care about her son, made him understand that you don't always have to rely on someone and do need solve everything yourself.

He organized all this and hired several people without any problems. Now he is 17 but he has not shown his face to anyone from the people he works with. Riki thinks that he will lose his authority because he lied about his age. But does not yet know that his colleagues really consider him valuable.

The main thing is people who tell unfair stories and worries that do not give them peace.

5 days ago…

”Please tell us your story”

A woman who was near the call booth began to talk about her worries.

“It all started with the fact that I started going to the hospital because of a terrible condition and depression”.

“Welcome, Mrs. How can I help you?”, a woman met a doctor who was very kind to her.

They often talk cause Mrs. Kang go hospital every 2 days to check condition and he even didn’t realise that he starts speaking about his dog.

”Listen, my dog is so clumsy these days. She even doesn’t wanna go outside with me because the day before she waited for me all day long. I’m really busy..”, the doctor told this to the woman with admiration and gestured.

“We often talked, also he told me about his dog Layla and even wanted to meet outside the hospital just to know me better and show me his dog”, a woman stopped for a while and began to cry.

Then she continued.

“But one day he offered me to undergo an additional examination where it turned out that I had even more severe health problems. So he prescribed me medicine”.

”Here it is. Just take it 2 times a day and your symptoms will gone faster”, he assured.

“Honestly, I don't like to take medicine, so I didn't dare to do it and the next day I went to another clinic and they told me that I'm fine”.

“How can it be that I am completely healthy? I was really dizzy for several days in a row and I felt depressed”.

“That's why I lied about taking medicine when I met him by chance near the park. Who knew that my husband would perceive it as vitamins and drink this abomination”

Week passed and her husband started having complications, it was difficult for him to breathe and he sometimes waved his hand at his wife, although he had never shown such aggression before.

“Can you do things more better? Who are you to say that to me? Just leave me alone if you want to live..”

“I did not take the pills from him because he hid them too well. He was addicted”.

“Why do you want to deprive me from thing that makes me feel better? It says “vitamins for depression” so why can't I take it, you bitch?”

Next day she went to the hospital but the doctor Mrs. Kang talked to earlier was not there.

“I couldn't just walk away so I asked another patient about him and the patient told me the same things as he told me. He even takes the same medicine prescribed by that doctor”.

A month later, her husband died so she filed a lawsuit but Jake hired a good lawyer and was not charged.

”I want you to really punish him for what he is doing, because my husband was not guilty and he would not want me to leave it like that. I want the truth..”

”We heard you, do you really want to punish him?”

”Yes!! It’s for my husband..”

Real time.

Riki wants to call another colleague to work because he is afraid that you will be in danger.

“Jay, go and find y/n. I worry about her”.

”Okay, I’ll be in 15 minutes”

The guy in front of you starts to take off his mask. As you thought. It’s Shim Jake.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here? Am I that popular that you want to know everything about me?”, he asks with such a cute smile on his face.

Why don't you just shoot him in the head? But. Y/n. You can’t… You just need to punish him another way.

”Would you like to tell me where are the documents on the case of patients with serious diseases hidden and take me there to show it?”

“Wow, it’s a lot of tasks”, he laughed and gradually approached the girl.

”I don’t want to show where is it. You need to found out by yourself, if you will have strength for that, baby..”

“Such an idiot to tell me about this when I can do it easily…”

5 seconds and your body lies in his hands.

”Long time no see, y/n. Why didn’t you recognise me all this time I stalked you. I’m the one who’s winner. You’re mine”.

The next day.

A guy buys coffee and passes by a park bench where elderly men were sitting.

“Did you hear about the incident that happened at night? They say that there was a murder of a young guy whose body was found near the hospital, where he jumped from the building because he was under the influence of drugs”.

”What a horror, it's not far from here to that place. He had his whole life ahead of him..”

”Do you know anything about the real life ahead that still awaits me with y/n. Jay was not that important in her life. Also that teenager, I need to find him..”, Jake muttered as he walked down the alley with a small fountain nearby and thought about his next plans.

I hope you enjoyed it 🌱 thank you for reading this!!><

#yandere enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen imagine #enhypen jake #jake x reader #shim jake #jay #jay park #park jeongseong #shim jaeyun #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #riki reactions #nishimura riki #enhypen niki #yandere

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murumokirby360 · 5 months

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-- Prologue --

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Hello, December. This is it, it's the final month of 2023. And while I have a bunch of items that I would love to review, I want to tackle my recent order that was delivered on Nov 24th of that year. 🙂📦

My paper dolls ask "So, what's inside of that package?". Well, let's find out right now! 😁📦✂️ ↓

🎦 My Recorded video No. 1 ↑ 📲

IMPORTANT NOTE: My apologies for the awful background, despite my current smartphone (the Honor 8C) doesn't have noise cancelling / anti-background sound feature. 🚫🎶🏙️📲

My High Purity Copper Wire Replacement Audio for my QKZ AK6 Pro IEM review (w/ my paper dolls) - 1st Half [Recorded: Dec 8th, 2023]

DeviantART Version: [CLICK ME!]

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Here it is! This is my last item review for 2023, the "High Purity Copper Wire Replacement Audio" [Model name: "HC001ABK"] for my existed QKZ AK6 Pro IEM Earphones by the folks of Popcorn Tech. 🙂🎧🎶 Mmmmm... I would like to call it "Audio Wire Replacement", for now on. 🙂 So, will it worked on my current IEM Earphones? Let's find out. 🤔

IMPORTANT NOTE: I know what you thinking, but... They're not actual selling ✌ "popcorn" ✌ foods ❌🍿, no. (as confused as I am) Rather, they're selling tech stuff, aside from audio items. See these for yourself:[Lazada - CLICK ME!], [Shopee - CLICK ME!].

BTW: If you haven't seen my review of QKZ AK6 Pro (from 2022), then I'll provide some links down below. ↓ 😉

My QKZ AK6 Pro IEM Earphones:

• Revealing parcel [Oct 1st, 2022]

• Part 1 (1st half) [Oct 8th, 2022]

• Part 2 (2nd half) [Oct 8th, 2022]

• Part 3 (Final) [Oct 26th, 2022]

So, without further ado, let's get started:

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• [5th & 6th Images] Alright so, let's have a comparison with my old one (from the original box), while I'm making an explanation why I bought this replacement. I have a ton of photos, so let's keep rolling.

• The reason why I need it as urgent was because of our new pet bunny 🥰🐰🤗 (yes, we do have a pet domestic rabbit gifted by our related family tree) chewing on my OG audio wire, while I was sleeping at midnight. Apparently, My IEM earphone was felt beside our pet rabbit's cage before it chewed. 🐰 (Reason? Because my parents bought a ton of item goods to sell for our small business, which ended up in our living room) And what you see now (followed by other snapshots) are the remaining pieces of my OG audio wire, and that's why I need a replacement for my current IEM. As I said before, owning an IEM had a huge advantage over ordinary/regular earphones was the ability to detach the earpiece from the old audio wire and in favor of the new one. As for our beloved pet rabbit, we've decided to move to the backyard, along with our beloved mixed breed canine (named "Buster") during the cleaning schedule. 😊🐶

BTW: While I can't show ya our actual pet rabbit, instead here's a video of our exact pet rabbit breed 🥰🐰🤗 → [CLICK ME!]. As for our mixed breed canine? Well, sadly, I have no information on what breed he/she is... Sorry. 🤔 Anyways, let's go back to my review.

• [7th to 19th Images] As I said before, here are the remaining of my OG audio wire from QKZ, completely snapped and chewed by our beloved pet rabbit. Nonetheless, the comparison between my old and new audio wire is completely identical (from the C Pin to the ear hooks, and even the Y-shaped splitter. Not to mention, the material used), almost. 🙂 Because there are notable things that I've found except the yellowish color of the QDC C Pin 🤔, like their controls. [12th & 13th Images] The OG had a single play/pause/call button, while the 'audio wire replacement' had included the volume buttons (alongside the aforementioned one) to prevent reaching our smartphone for adjusting our music sound 🚫✋🎶📲, which is good. 🙂👍 [19th Image] Another one was the missing logo from the new 'audio wire replacement'. Yeah, there's nothing special about it 🤷, since this 'audio wire replacement' had strong compatibility with other IEM brands, not just for QKZ models (like my AK6 Pro), as long as you're using the C Pin variant over other IEM audio pins. 🎶😉

Unfortunately, This is the end of '1st half'. But, fear not because I have the '2nd half', right here. → [CLICK ME!] 😉

Well, that's all for now.

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @alexander1301, @paektu

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sincore · 3 months

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"Thirty More Minutes..."

a/n: this is my first drabble/fic (?) im a little scared but we ball so... hope you enjoy

p.s: the smut felt so stiff so I got rid of it T_T

“Babe.”

“Thirty more minutes.”

And yeah, you would've been fine with ‘thirty more minutes’ if this hadn't been the fourth time Choso had said it.

You loved Choso with all your heart, but god you wished you had never bought him this new gaming setup.

At first it was nice, Choso was loving up on you more than he usually did (if that's even possible) in the first week of him receiving his gift but after that it just went…downhill.

It started off with him staying up later into the night, and then it became you waking up to him not even in your shared bed.

You were getting ticked off. You can't even remember the last time the both of you had even had a semblance to a make-out session. Nothing.

“Choso.” You said slowly but loud enough for him to hear through his headphones.

Without even looking up from his game he swiftly slid one earphone behind his ear and sat up slightly, “Huh?” He hummed out, faint clicking from his mouse could be heard as well.

“I want you to get off the game soon, please?” You said with a slight whine beginning to arise in your tone.

He cleaned his throat before mumbling something along the lines of “Be right back…” into his mic before letting out a sigh and swiveling his chair around to face you.

“M’ sorry baby, just been playing around with Satoru and the rest of them.” He mumbled before taking the opportunity to stretch in his chair with a deep groan.

Your lips quirked up slightly in the newfound attention you've received, “Come give me a kiss right quick?” You asked sweetly with a sly undertone.

He nodded in approval before getting up and leaning in, planning to give you a small peck before heading back to his game. Planning.

Before he could pull back you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss with a content moan.

Choso’s brows raised before he smiled slightly into the kiss and placed his hands on both sides of your body on the bed.

“Baby”, kiss , “Thirty more”, kiss ,”Minutes.” He stated in between your peppered kisses.

You stubbornly shook your head and placed your hands on both sides of his jaw, “You've been saying that all day. Let me have this.” You said softly with furrowed brows.

His face softened before he let out a small laugh, “I know… but just one more ga-” Choso was cut off by your swift movement to resume your make-out session, this time sticking your tongue out and brushing it against his lips, as if you were silently asking him to open up.

He let out a muffled moan before sighing slightly and leaning into the kiss, opening his mouth and proceeding to suck on your tongue.

You let out soft moan and wrapped your arms around his neck happily, your breathing getting heavier.

He let out a quiet groan before pulling back, “Okay just -” He turned back to look back at his monitor.

“Mm…I’ll call it a night…” He murmured quietly before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead and getting up.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him walk over to his pc and shutting it off; a sly grin beginning to grace your face.

Finally.

#choso x reader #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso kamo x reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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hisohot · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ play with me ´ˎ˗

□ pairing : sub!hisoka x dom!reader

□ genre : smut (18+ mdni istg)

□ words : 2.3k

□ summary : boyfriend!hisoka leads you on during a call with the troupe, you end up spoiling him until he reaches his limit

□ warnings : smut, gentle fdom, teasing, petnames (baby, good boy, mistress, etc), praise kink, thigh riding, mild spanking, handjob (m receiving), nipple play, edging, overstim, basically filth and a few fluffy moments, eng not my native

You and your lover got comfortable on the couch after a long day at Heaven’s Arena. Hisoka wanted to continue the series you both have been binging on these last few weeks.

Your phone dinged. You got a text message from none other than your boss. It was late so you wondered what it was possibly about.

22.30 | Lucilfer : Good evening, y/n. I still don’t see you in the call?

Glancing at the time, you realized the Troupe's emergency meeting started fifteen minutes ago. You completely forgot about it.

22.31 | You : Good evening, boss. I apologize for not telling you before but I had to take care of a family matter. I’m joining the call right now.

What an ancient excuse. A family matter?! You bit your lip, nervous as you lied to the chief. Well, not exactly lying… Hisoka is family, right?

22.31 | Lucilfer : I understand.

You rushed to your room to grab your earphones but to no avail. It probably slipped somewhere. In any case, you didn’t have time to waste so you decided to join the meeting without them.

You walked back to the living room while it was still Chrollo’s turn to talk, you took the TV remote and paused the current episode playing.

“Sorry, baby, I promise we’ll continue the show after my meeting. I can’t believe I forgot-“, something in Hisoka’s grasp caught your eye.

They were your earphone case. His face was smug but you didn’t know he wasn’t planning on giving it to you. Yet.

“Hisoka you found it!” you turned to him, glimpsing at the screen to make sure you’re muted. you tried to take it from him with one hand but his hand moved further away. you lost your balance and almost dropped your phone.

“I- what the hell are you doing?” you whisper-yelled at your boyfriend. Chrollo suddenly saying your name made you panic.

“Y/n. are you perhaps in the middle of something?” you unmuted yourself.

“Oh um, it’s nothing, boss. All good now!” You let out an uneasy chuckle while straightening yourself.

“Right.. the crucial part is coming up so I need everyone’s full attention.” You nodded and went back to ‘mute’.

Unbelievable.

“You’re being a bad boy right now, Hisoka…”

The pale-skinned man smirked and hummed, his face creeping towards your ear, though not close enough to appear on your camera, thankfully.

“Then don’t you think bad boys like me should be punished, y/n~?” you pinched your nose bridge and sighed with realization that this is a part of his little game and you of course weren’t going to give in.

“I bet you can’t punish me, you’re too nice~” he challenged. He brought his hand to your thighs, rubbing and massaging softly. He went to your belly next, then under your breast. With him pressing on the nice spots, you groaned, heart beating rapidly. Persistent, you snapped out of it, shook your head and pushed his hand away.

You didn’t want Chrollo to suspect anything weird.

“Hmph! I see how it is”, the man huffed in annoyance. Hisoka abruptly left and soon after, you heard shuffling sounds coming from the bedroom.

You didn’t understand why Hisoka was acting like a brat, but now that he was somewhere else, you could calm down and listen to Paku and Shal’s thoughts on the blueprint in turns.

“Hey y/n, do you think we should come in from the underground parking together or through entrance A and B?” Shalnark’s cursor pointed to both entry points on the shared screen.

“I prefer the second idea since we’d get to monitor our targets closely, yet from different points.”

“I like this viewpoint. It’s decided then.” The troupe’s leader added.

A couple of minutes went by. The troupe was currently going over the scheme once again. You didn’t realize the red-haired man had been standing in front of the TV with hands resting on his hips until you stretched your shoulders and neck. You also took note of the change in his whole outfit.

“What the-“, you remarked in a high voice, but he was still too upset to make eye contact.

Hisoka had put on a matching set of pajamas consisting of a star and teardrop long-sleeved crop top which showcased his beautifully sculpted abdomen and a pair of cuffed lounge pants with the same pattern. To top it all off, the material wasn’t thick enough to conceal the giant bulge poking from between his thighs. Your mouth was slightly agape.

He noticed you observing him from head to toe and it only made him more confident in his mission. The sight was too much for you. He was already driving you insane just by standing there and looking the way he was. You knew better than to take your eyes off the meeting, so why did you?

He made some cards appear from behind him and took a seat on the floor. He had a serious look, occupied with his tower of cards while you, on the other hand, kept shifting in your seat because you could feel your core starting to soak.

He caught you with those desperate gestures without having to look up and grinned, satisfied that the stunts he pulled weren’t for nothing after all. Curious…

“Y/n would you like to add anything? Any questions?” Shizuku confirmed.

“Huh? N-no, I think I’ve got it, thanks!” You blinked a few times and pulled yourself from picturing any more dirty images of the beauty in front of you. Finally, everyone bade farewell to each other. You were quick to leave the video call and put your phone aside.

You stood up and leaned forward with your hands on your knees, taking a deep breath, “You look super cute”, no answer.

“What did you need, baby?”

“I only wished to play with you~” still concentrating on his own activity, his voice was very low but there was that needy tone he knew gets you every time. You smiled faintly, pursing your lips, feeling guilty because you had pushed him away and were sort of meaner than usual.

In the beginning, it took you some time to see past his tough aura, figure out that he can actually become sensitive like this every now and then.

You came over to his side and extended your arms, making a grabbing motion, “Aww I’m so sorry. C’mere, my sweet boy”, silent, the redhead pouted. God, if he only knew what that signature curl of his bottom lips does to you in spite of his rejection.

Wanting to grant his wish, you slowly knelt behind him, brushing his hair while putting slight pressure on the scalp. He voiced a small whine as he subconsciously let go of the card he was holding, his body practically froze under your touch. You giggled. He always loved this playful side of yours. He loved when you call him your sweet boy.

The magician relaxed even more when you slid your hands to his shoulders kneading them. You tried pressing on various points. Hisoka let out a guttural moan and his eyes were shut which meant you got the right spots. You continued your way further down.

“Try to stay still, your hands stay on the ground, hm?”

Your fingers grazed on his abs feeling the muscles progressively tense up. They travelled upwards to lift the hem of his crop top brushed over his chest but only for a quick second making him frustrated.

His eyes opened wide at your other hand on his still-covered erection, with barely any pressure, teasing it. Hisoka sighed, his eyebrows furrowed.

You wasted no time pushing the bands of his pants to his knees as a means to lightly restrict his leg movements. You went to do the same for his boxers but realized he had decided against wearing one tonight.

The sight of his massiveness down there made you drool as if you don’t see it almost everyday. Your eyes shone and you hummed, licking your lips. It make your panties even damper knowing that he and his member were as excited as you are.

South your hand went towards the area of his manhood, not touching it yet.

“I’m going to start playing with you. If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll stop immediately, are we good to go?”, you affirmed in between kisses you peppered along the veins on his neck.

“Yes, mistress”

“Alright. Remember the safe word?”

“Bubblegum”, you closed off his sentence by licking his jaw, then his neck, making random lines.

“You’re so good”, you uttered in an alluring tone, “my tongue can feel how good of a boy you are, Hisoka”.

“Ughh~”

After licking your palms, you started slow, pumping his long cock and letting him adjust. Soon enough, you were gaining momentum. His eyes clouded and his groan breathy.

“Oh~ that’s s-so good y/n~!” There you were, stroking his thick shaft up and down at a nearly insane speed while trying to focus more on the tip. You clenched your fist harder on that part. At that moment, you had Hisoka’s hands clutching onto the fluffy carpet underneath.

A single twitch of his crotch was all it took for you to stop.

“Ah~! W-why'd you stop?” You were going to give Hisoka some time before you bring this to the next step. A little punishment if you will. Your hand had left his needy, blushing cock and your other one cupped his jaw, making him look to the side so you could see what a mess he had become.

Your eyes met his practically closed ones and he looked as though he was intoxicated. It was obvious that this delay will only make the male drowsy and that you needed to finish your job.

Pecking his lips turned into a more passionate intermezzo. His lips were fiercely entangled with yours like two animals fighting for territory. You had his nipple between your fingers, rolling and twisting it delicately. Hisoka’s repeated whines muffled by your hungry mouth.

His eyes were shut until you let go to stand up, inviting him to the sofa. You signaled for him to place himself on your thigh, facing you. His hands were behind him, handcuffed by one of yours.

“We’re going to continue. Now, I want you to rub yourself using my thigh”

He didn’t have to be told twice. The tall magician swiftly positioned his hard length to his liking and ground away, simply relying on his flexible hips. His gradually increasing pace screamed urgency and you smirked.

Your free hand pinched one of his nipples and you licked the other.

“Oh my, what do we have right now. So desperate, grinding on his girlfriend’s leg”, you teased, giving his ass some spanking along the way.

“S-shit, darling, almost there~”

It was the opportunity for you to finish him off on your own. You stopped the man from humping as soon as you started stroking him, fast. It caught him of guard, but it never cut off all his hissing and growling. He sounded like a beast, pleasing to your ears, nonetheless.

Just like that, he gave a signal indicating that his release was near.

“Mhm, I love touching your cock like this, come for me, Hisoka, come like a good boy”

With words of encouragement, he shot his load, the white mess painting your digits.

Your words had driven him nuts or rather his nuts were the ones driving you to this state. Your hand was already numb, you didn’t care.

He thought it was all over until you continued to pump on his aching length mercilessly.

“Haaah~ please, n-no more”

“What? I can’t hear you over the dirty sounds your pretty cock is making”

His head fell back and his body was trembling like crazy. This time, his hands were freed and you were able to play with his balls too. His hands were on your shoulders and they were shaking from the heightened pleasure.

“Nghh, s-stop it’s too much, I’m cumming again~” Hisoka released his liquid harder and everywhere, from his chest to your shirt. You also felt something cold hitting your neck.

You watched as your handsome lover fixed his ragged breath and spotted some of his juice that stuck to his chin, “Oh my, hold on. I’ll be right back”. That said, you hurried somewhere and brought back a towel dampened with warm water to the room and cleaned him up thoroughly.

You were cautious and attentive, slowly leading his heart to return to its normal beat. Later, you took of your top and scrubbed the stain before throwing it in the laundry basket.

“Thank you, I enjoyed it very much, my sweet y/n~”

“No probs, baby, let’s continue the show”, you giggled, biting your lips while you played with his now messy red locks.

He noticed that both hands on your lap were like a statue, stationary since the TV was turned on, without fidgeting like you usually do which confused him. Truly, the series had you engrossed.

“Are your wrists okay~?”

“They are, don’t worry”, Hisoka pulled you to his lap and embraced you tightly.

“Do you want me to eat you out so you can relax more?”

“You jester”, you gasped, your cheeks turning red thanks to your boyfriend’s bold question.

A few moments later, his hand held up an object in front of you, his lips touching your ear as he purred, “by the way, here are your earphones, and just know my offer still stands~”.

a/n : hi ! you made it this far woah, thank you so much for reading my first fic on tumblr, stay tuned for more !

ps : don’t be shy to hit the ask button for requests

till next time, love you mwah ♡

#hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hisoka morow #hisoka x you #hisoka x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hisoka smut #swooay gentle fdom

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mobileaudiophile · 2 years

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Iems can be so charming.. https://www.mobileaudiophile.com/xinhs-erasmus-by-antonio-t-first-impressions/

#audiophile #earphones #headphones #iem #in ear monitor #music #mobileaudiophile

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kohakun · 1 year

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prompt » 16; "this song reminds me of you."

pairing » eichi tenshouin x gn!reader

requested? » yes

genre » fluff

warnings » description of hospitals, mention of eichi fainting as per usual

a/n » the song is 'not for sale' by enhypen <3 also this is really really bad im sorry

eichi found himself in an all-too-familiar room as soon as he woke up; white walls encasing him, a beeping heart monitor on his right, an infusion pump, a bedside table on which laid what he assumed to be food for him along with a glass of water and on his left, he found you.

you were sitting on the edge of the hospital bed next to his, earphones in as you scrolled through social media. he watched fondly as you gently swayed your head along to the music occasionally, clearly unaware of the fact that he was no longer unconscious. he unintentionally let a chuckle slip past his lips, successfully alarming you until you realised that it was just him.

sighing in relief at the fact that he was awake, you stood up and shifted to sitting on his hospital bed instead of the one you were previously on, taking out one of your earphones from your ears. "you fainted at your desk earlier while doing paperwork," you informed him as you gently raked your fingers through his hair and watched as he leaned into your touch endearingly.

"what did the doctor say?," he asked you, closing his eyes as he relaxed from your soothing touch. "she said it was a result of not resting enough. again." you answered discontentedly, a slight frown forming on your features. he pouted at your sour expression as he sat up before placing a peck on your lips, satisfaction filling him when your frown disappeared.

he patted the space next to him, prompting you to lay down next to him as he draped an arm around your waist. he placed his chin on your head, watching curiously as you started to let yourself get absorbed in the music playing in your right ear again. "what are you listening to, my love?," he asked curiously, you passing him the earbud that you weren't using in response.

"in this world made of plastic, it's full of price tags

give one and take one, that's a given here

heart is for sale, love is also for sale

the world that'll get ruined like this, to me who didn't have a single expectation

you taught me answers that can't be found with calculation

price tag on the cold heart, you who removed it with unfamiliar warmth

the existence of you to me, you're not for sale."

"this song reminds me of you." you mentioned offhandedly, intertwining your hand with his. he smiled as he listened to the lyrics, chuckling in amusement. kissing the top of your head affectionately, he said;

"all love songs remind me of you."

#yun writes #yun's 100 follower event #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #eichi tenshouin #eichi x reader #eichi tenshouin x reader

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cawyden · 2 years

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Tech - gadgets

Glasses

Attached to his glasses is a cylindrical device that is often displayed with red lighting. It seems that there are at least two functionalities associated with it:

Camera

Omega finds in season 1 episode 1 a group foto in Hunters trunk. It is not very good to recognize but it shows Tech without glasses - presumably because he used his glasses to take the foto. So it seems to have the function of a camera and perhaps video caption too.

-> Foto from @spectrewren on Twitter

Scanner/Analysis

It might contain a scanning functionality or perhaps a foto or video can be analysed with a connected computer terminal (e.g. his forearm device)? In season 1 episode 1 he has only his glasses, he doesn't use his datapad or his forearm computer and still it seems like he is analyzing Omega, grabbing the cylindrical device of his glasses and likely repeating the analysis he got returned. It doesn't sound like he is just taking a look at her and guessing what she is. Especially with the little pause before adding "origins uncertain" it gives the impression that he was waiting for an analysis result.

The question is how he gets the information. He might wear some kind of earphones but we don't see it.

Earphones?

As we already saw in the previous example with his glasses and Omega, there are situations where he gets information but we don't see exactly how he is made aware of it.

There is another example in the Clone Wars season 7, episode 4 where he uses his device to monitor enemy communication. Notice how he makes a short pause between "Trech is ordering all his droids" and "to the assembly complex.". He only looked at his forearm device in the beginning, not again during this pause. It seems like he is telling them about the transmission while listening to it. He doesn't have his helmet on but somehow he is informed about things without having to check his forearm device.

This is just my assumption but I imagine he wears some kind of earphones for that to work.

Forearm computer terminal

On his right arm he has a flat device that he can open and inside there a blue and red buttons.

Opening Marauder door

He uses it in season 1 episode 16 to open the door to the Marauder.

Data / Holonet access

In season 1 episode 3 he uses his device and in parallel explains that the creature that stole their capacitor was likely an Ordo Moon Dragon. As he didn't first look at the device and then explain it was an Ordo Moon Dragon but does it at the same time it seems to me that he already knew or assumed this based on his knowledge and continued to get a confirmation from the device. We know he can use it to access local files as he browses through some them in TCW season 7 episode 3 to find the sound file of a Keeradak. He might also get access to the Holonet with it.

Hacking enemy communication

In the Clone Wars season 7 episode 4 he uses his device to access / monitor enemy communication.

In The Bad Batch season 1 episode 5 we don't get to know what he is doing but it seems like it is something similar - checking for enemy communication.

Signal tracking / Analysis?

We see him using his device in the Clone Wars season 7 episode 2 while he tries to track Echos signal. Later he uses his datapad for the signal tracking. As we only see him using his forearm device when he is currently having troubles picking up the signal it might be, that he uses his datapad for the signal tracking and only used his forearm device at this point to analyse for atmospheric disturbances (he assumed that was the reason that he lost the signal).

Visor Usage

Hacking

In the Clone Wars season 7 episode 3 he uses his visor to help hack the interface to release Echo from the Techno Union computer system.

Translation

We see him using his visor for translation - for example in the Clone Wars season 7 episode 3. The question is how he knows how to pronounce the alien words. Maybe he gets the translation as sound played in his ears by the helmet (or earphones?). In theory, phonetic spelling could be used too (but that doesn’t seem to be the case here - it shows in blue Aurebesh and in red the Alien language ).

(Translation text at bottom: „Translation Mode initiated“. Translation of blue text on right side: „I do not want your war on my planet. That is why I took your leader.“)

Scanning (Thermo scan)

He can use his visor to display/scan the environment - included is a thermo scanner that helps with detection of organics, even inside buildings (see season 1 episode 10).

This could work with droids too - provided that they generate heat. At least Crosshair has was able to see with his rangefinder droids behind walls in a similar way (the Clone Wars season 7, episode 3).

Field glasses / zoom

He can use his visor for zooming / as field glasses (as seen in season 1 episode 6).

Display files

He uses his visor to search for audio files in the Clone Wars season 7 episode 3, together with his forearm device.

Datapad

Hacking

He used his datapad in season 1 episode 8 to access the canon on the republic ship on Bracca, and made it fire (with Echos help to power it up first).

In the Clone Wars season 7 episode 1 he uses it to hack the enemy system, to look for the republic algorithm (Echos signal).

He can also use it to access security systems (including cameras) as seen in season 1 episode 10.

On Bracca he uses it to hack/monitor enemy communication (season 1 episode 8).

Triggering grenade explosion

He uses in season 1 episode 1 the button on his datapad to trigger the grenade he had attached earlier to a battle droid.

Opening Doors

We see him several times using his datapad to open doors e.g. in the Clone Wars season 7 episode 4.

Scanning (for droids)

He can use the datapad to scan for droids in the vicinity (e.g. season 1 episode 1 or the Clone Wars season 7 episode 1).

Encrypting / creation of chain codes

He used his datapad together with specific disks obtained by Echo to create chain codes (season 1 episode 2). Likely he created and encrypted the data (personal information that makes up the chain code) and transferred it on the disks.

Signal jamming

He can jam signals with his datapad (as seen in season 1 episode 8).

Signal tracking (Echos signal)

It can be used for tracking of signals (e.g. Echos signal in the Clone Wars season 7 episode 2).

Accessing information

He checked how Wrecker could possibly calm down / control the juvenile rancor. He might have accessed the Holonet or some local files for that (season 1 episode 5).

Communication

The datapad can be used as communication device (season 1 episode 2).

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb analysis #tbb tech #tbb gifs #the bad batch tech

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lexix001 · 7 months

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The room upstairs

| It all start with the thumping noise above their practice room.. |{Tomorrow by Together x reader?}

words; 1044

Its happening again. The thumping, Its back.

Teahyun eyes shot open wide awake hearing a thumping noise from upstairs, He was tired and wanted to take a little nap after his practice but of course the thumping is once back again. They all knew upstairs was usually empty or in another word its unequipped it would be left empty for some reason but the noise tell otherwise.

Sometime It would be the subtle thumps but when worse one was to come, it would be the loud ones. Thumping, Jumping, running. all of that in one room. The groupmate never really talked about nor they want to.

once the noise start, they will either sigh or groan. They tried to play music to overcome the thumping however all they wanted is just silence and a good rest after their practice.

It all seem impossible to have moment of silence in that cursed room. The practice have come to an end, they all packed their personal things and left the practice room. Teahyun is last member to leave the room, he flip the switch to close all the electricity in that room.

The rest of the member was waiting for him to exit the room. Heuningkai glance at the stairs to the second level, he never saw any idol used the stairs or any idol having their room on the second level.

his hand hair rise of the thought seeing 'something' guarding that place for something. his head turn back to Teahyun who exiting the practice room and locking it safe.

The 5 best friend walk outside of the building after returning the keys to the guard of the building. They all went to separate ways and continue their rest of the day.

They could finally relax without hearing any sound or finally closing their eyelid without anyone or something get in-between them.

Teahyun as always he would spend a little of his spare time at the gym.

He couldn't help but hear a faint thump behind him despite of the fact he rented that place all by to himself and even his ear is stuffed with earphone he felt uncomfortable as if someone was watching him from a far. Is he imagining things?

he just can't seem to see the figure that bothering him from the other side?

Lonely boy

On the other hand, Beomgyu love to play online games for full fulling his day. His ear is covered with his headphone. Overall with his full volume monitor and his voice he is still being bothered with faint thumping noise. He stop his track and removed the headphones on his head. Slowly the thumping gets louder.

He dropped his headphones in shocked at the loud noise and tried to cover his ears from the loud noise that filled the room.

Is this real?

Its suddenly so fuzzy everything out of the place. He cry his heart out at the corner of his room in fear that it might have come to the end.

Heuningkai ears alert to the crying sounds coming from Beomgyu's room, His heart aches and twist the knob to his room without any thought. The thumping noise come back again, he tries to stay calm walking over to Beomgyu reassuring him. Beomgyu didn't look up seeing who it was instead he cling into their clothes hiding his face still shedding tears.

they stay on that position for a moment until the thumping slowly fades away. "do you hear that too?" Heuningkai breath too dizzy to answer between the loud noise that filled his ear drum. He shallow his saliva, shutting his eyes reassuring himself that his mind only playing games with him deep down his heart he was scared. He wanted to shout to stop bothering him and his friends.

Yeon Jun is on a date with someone, they currently talking about their future they both really taking their date seriously. He showed interest in her listening to her talking, never breaking their gazes to each other.

Thump..Thump..Thump

His pupils went small hearing the footstep coming to his table. The girl seem to notice and chuckle it off thinking he was surprised to hear her dreams. "I'm not that weird" she told him off but Yeon Jun was frozen on the spot. She tilt her head and touch his arm on the table making him flinch from the sudden touch.

"hey.. are you listening to me?" Yeon Jun gulp his own saliva and blink a couple of time. "y-yeah sorry I thought I heard something" he stuttered and went again to find her eyes, forcing a smile. She sigh and give him another try.

The noise was right beside him circling him in loop. He tilt his head in annoyance "stop" It didn't.

He couldn't take it anymore and snapped. "I said stop" his gaze was cold. "Excuse me?" The woman at the end of the table retorted. she get up taking her handbag and left the table. Yeon Jun sigh putting his hand on his face.

Soobin grab a fist full of his hair also taking his anxiety pill third time on the day pushing the thought from his mind. He want to call the others and talk about it but he's scared if one of them talk about it the noise will bothered them for the rest of their life. The story always have been that way.

something smells good, Don't talk about it. you saw someone on dark area? Do Not Talk About It or else they will just start bothering you. Some Ghost like their appearance to be known. sometime when you accidently free them from something was it the room from upstairs? but they never placed their foot on it or was it the mind that doing all of this stuff.

Soobin massage his chest for the feeling to go away and lay down shutting his eyes close breathing steadily. His adam apple bobbed.

Yeon Jun tired of it, He wanted to talk about it and end it. He's a millionaire he can just pay someone to take care of it. He giggle excitedly finally gonna hunt you down.

#tommorow x together #yeonjun x reader #choi soobin #beomgyu #heuningkai #kang taehyun #choi yeonjun #choi soobin x reader #txt x reader #txt #hybe

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