#everytime he tells me how things are going in his life... it makes me ache

[miniversse]

Can you please do a Seungmin version of best friend’s brother where they both confess after y/n’s bday party and wake up from a one night stand?

⭑“whispered wishes”⭑

⭑ seungmin x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol seungmin, non-idol reader, unestablished relationship, readers birthday, best friends brother, confession, mentions of drinking, masturbating (reader), unprotected sex, releasing, squirting.

⭑ note: anon did not fail me with this one i loved it so much. i’ve placed a dash indicating the beginning of the nsfw content (long build up because the whole situation needs to make sense.

⭑ minors dni

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the sky is painted with orange and red strokes, and the pool water in your hair begins to dry down as you take in remnants of the sun. you hear a faint voice approaching, singing happy birthday. you turn to find your best friend holding a cake with sparkling candles, grinning from ear to ear as she continues to sing. this moment would be cherished forever, and so would seungmins glares from behind…

“oh my gosh, you didn’t have to do all of this” you lift your sunglasses to your head, admiring her choice in design.

“hello? remind me what day it is?” you both chuckle, taking bites of the cake by the poolside and chatting about your new life ahead.

the scorching water of your best friends shower soothed your tense muscles, and you were anticipating the moment you’d plop onto the mattress. you’re mind jumps to the glares of your best friends brother, seungmin. he was extremely hot and he knew it. he would always linger around the pool, walking back and forth trying to get your attention, and it sure as hell worked. everytime you’d come over. there he was in all his glory either by the poolside, coming back from baseball practice or lounging around. he looked good doing everything, and he turned you on everytime. 

your fingers move down slowly as you consider whether you’ll regret this decision or not, but you’re fingers wouldn’t stop. they moved down, and rub at your aching clit. the pressure of the water help intensify the pleasure, placing a hand on your mouth to muffle your moans. you fasten your pace and move to your vagina, curling your fingers inside of you while thinking of how he would touch you, kiss you, and talk things that grace your ears only. your orgasm crashes and you whimper his name quietly, hoping no one would hear you…

you tip toe to your friends room only to find her passed out, snoring like there’s no tomorrow. you quickly slip on an underwear and a night dress, tip toeing to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. a tall figure stood in the dark kitchen, looking outside the window.

“h-hey” you hesitate in ignoring whatever thoughts he was in, but you didn’t want to startle him.

he turns slowly and makes eye contact with you, dragging his eyes further down. his eyes move slower on your bare legs, and he shoots back up to look at you.

“happy birthday” his voice was calm and quiet

“oh, thank you” 

“no worries, how did it go?”

“good, we swam, tanned, had cake, made a wish, drank a couple of beers. about it.”

“what did you wish for?” he cocks his head, seemingly curious as to what you hoped for, but telling him would result in loosing your friend, and potentially him.

“shouldn’t wishes be kept a secret?”

“not if you whisper them. i wanna know”

“are you sure? i don’t want the wish to be cursed.” you were making up excuses as your heart paced, but he approaches you and turns to let his ear brush against your mouth.

“tell me” 

you swallow and do as he asked.

“i wished for…you” he turns to face you, not moving his face back. he grins from ear to ear and moves to whisper in your ear now.

“everytime i see a shooting star, i wish for you too.” his voice was so quiet, and made your body tingle. he moves to face you again.

“i really like you y/n. i hope you feel the same”

-

you let your actions talk, and you lock lips with him. the back of your mind is concerned about your best friends reaction, but you’re too far in.

he brings your legs up to his waist and cradles your ass as he walks up the stairs and into his room. you’ve never been in his bedroom, and you hope it won’t be your last. he drops you on the bed and shuts the door, taking his shirt off on his way back to you. 

“this is a birthday gift no one can get you, only me”

his fingers trace the strap of your nightgown and he brings it down, slipping you bare. his eyes fixate on your chest and he pulls your underwear down, leaving you exposed to him. his eyes were like flames, leaving hot trails everywhere he looked. 

he mutters “fuck” below his breath, and he lets you bring his sweatpants down which his growing bulge protruded from. your fingers caress his torso and you let them tiptoe to the hem of his underwear, exposing his thick length. your hand goes at him, pumping him slowly before he abruptly stops you.

“i said its your birthday gift.” his voice was stern and warm at the same time. 

his body towers over yours while he guides his member to your wetness. he looks into you one final time before pushing inside of you, quickly moving his hand to your mouth to muffle your moans. he stretches you with his long cock moving further inside of you, his tip nudging you and moving back. his grunts get collectively louder with your muffled moans. he picked up his pace inside of you, causing the bed to squeak every now and then. you bring his hand down to take a breath.

“s-she’s gonna hear us-s”

“i couldn’t care l-less.” 

he spits on his fingers to bring them down to circle your bud, still the overstimulation made your mind fuzzy, and you grab onto his forearm for support. you still haven’t processed that seungmin is getting you laid, but it felt ethereal. his mouth is gaped open, trying his best to muffle his grunts and whimpers. you feel yourself getting closer to coming, and hustling length jerking inside of you hinted it was the same for him. his hands from your mouth to your chest, grabbing on and teasing your nipple. if this wasn’t multitasking, you didn’t know what was.

“you come first pretty girl. promise?”

you nod, your eyes squinting shut as you try to contain the speed of his dick slamming into you, his fingers rubbing at your clit and his hand grabbing at your breast. your body gives in, your release coating his dick and you’re squirting lands on his torso. you gasp at the sight of him covered in your fluids, and you apologize repetitively. his groans override you as his fluids fill you up, making a mess of a scene.

“was i that good of a fuck pretty girl?” his panting slows down and his head falls on your chest, catching his breath.

“fucking hell seungmin” you felt empty without him inside of you. he places a kiss on your neck and moves the strands of hair that stuck to your sweaty face.

“happy birthday y/n”

you woke up to the sound of your friend shouting your name. she’s been looking for you everywhere. but you were in another world, cuddled by seungmins body after a night of wonders. you rush to put your nightgown on again and creak his door open, looking left and right before running to your friends room.

but there she stood, hands crossed and eyebrow raised. your body froze.

“oh god y/n, you should’ve told me you were fucking my brother. i looked for you everywhere”

“good, morning?”

she throws a pillow at you and you laugh, running away from her grasp.

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@captainchrisstan

@strayywayy

@rylea08

@all4minnie

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[tiyoin]

Tbh if Trey was Yan for me, it wouldn't take much. When he's not Yan, Trey's my "I'm Ace but if he asked me to birth his kids I'd have to really think about it" character. I know he's sus...but if he was Yan I simply wouldn't even notice. Yeah, he's not normal, but Dot is silly, and would be like "huh it's weird that I pass out every time I eat one of Trey's strawberry tarts, must be allergic to strawberries" then he'd be like, "You must be right darling" and then stop serving me strawberry dishes.

I'm weak to my baker boy 😭 he would not have to try hard with me.

(for your readers who missed your initial Yan vice dorm Leaders post, this isn't just me simping over Trey Clover okay so shut up 😭)

oOooOoo dotty’s got a crush 🤭🤭

*the whole class ‘OoOo’s’ and points*

but seriously, yandere trey would be SO discreet. like you wouldn’t even be able to tell if he’s yandere or just some silly little baker boy who likes making you things 🤭

yandere trey just comes with the added bonus of daily naps! and stomach aches 😖 but dw! trey is right there with a soothing cup of tea!

the having kids with trey thing immediately stuck out to me like a sore thumb cause:

imagine a family with trey though??? IMAGINE THE DOMESTIC LIFE WITH TREY THOUGH???

living the dream of owning a bakery with your highschool sweetheart ☺️ maybe you have kids. maybe you have fur babies! all you know is that you’re living the life with your husband

though i definitely see trey as a family man, but if it’s yan! trey we’re talking about then i can imagine him playing a bit… dirty to get that large dream family he’s always wanted

maybe he pops holes in the condoms? or maybe he gives you one too many sweets! but you’re hot n bothered and about to pounce on him!!

but also, thinking about trey with an ace! reader.

i can definitely imagine a record scratch going on up there. even if it’s yan trey i still imagine him taking ace! reader’s / your emotions into consideration.

there’s gonna be a lot of subtle hinting towards family stuff. like when he makes you work the register everytime your regulars- usually families with small children, come in. or when he subtly puts his hands on your stomach whenever he hugs you from behind. OR! OR!! when you’re both walking your dog, a stereotypical family dog like a bernes mountain dog or a golden retriever; he’s gonna sometimes stop in front of store fronts and stare at the family if mannequins.

and it’ll just- it’ll just pull on your heart strings sooo much you start to seriously debate it.

i mean, what’s one child right? it’s not too big of a deal, right? i mean normally it would be, but you have trey! but also… the process :/ icky!!!!!

if you end up giving in, the gods are gonna bless mr. patient-as-a-saint trey clover with twins. and it’ll only spiral.

—

but at night raven, you wouldn’t even realize trey is monopolizing your time. like, you joined the science club because you were bad at potions! and it helps that you have a friendly face in case you’re nervous!

oh boy you look so skinny!! trey’s horrified! why don’t you join him and riddle, his closet friend for tea? he thinks you guys would get alone well!

need a lab partner? you’re both already in the same club so you’ll be able to do the project in the club! look how smart you are!!

you’re tired?? you can stay over with ace and deuce tonight at heartslabyul. don’t worry riddle approves since they both know you wouldn’t do anything to harm the first years rule following. but let trey bring you to his bathroom! you don’t wanna be in a bathroom brushing your teeth with a bunch of hooligans do you? trey didn’t think so. so don’t be shy when you’re following him around like a puppy, or do! it’s adorable and trey’s trying not to melt.

just,,,, HHHHH trey subtly trying to thread yourself into his life to the point you both have a routine together. to the point where it looks like you’re dating, but don’t worry!! he only sees you as a friend…

so ignore the ghost hands on the small of your back, so ignore how during a lunch rush he’ll press up against you- to shield you ofc! ignore how he always seems to intrude on your space when you’re sitting together. definitely ignore the secret touches you exchange when passing each other things.

or don’t!! cause trey would be putting in allll that hardddd work for nothing 🥺

…dot you’ve ruined me.

#me realizing i have readers *stands up* *looks around frantically* #dot what have you done to me. #oh god i can’t stop thinking about yandere trey #tiyoin’s cuties 。 ඞ 。 #tiyoin 🔎 #twisted wonderland #twst #dotty‼️🫶 #yandere trey clover #yandere trey x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 28: Dirty Talking(Baby, talk dirty to me...)

warnings/kinks: injuries/wounds, smut, dirty talking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vulgarity word count: 1.1k pairings: V x Fem!Reader teaser: “Fuck I…I love fucking this pussy,” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic

V was interesting to you. He intrigued you like no other. He wasn’t cocky and sassy like Dante, nor did he use profanity as much as Nero did. But the way that the black haired man used poetry and flowery language to speak to you, it made your heart flutter every single time.

You understood the circumstances of how he got here, and while you didn’t know Vergil personally, you were very much enjoying his humanity. V was a breath of fresh air in your life and he made you so happy. You two were so close that Dante and Lady often enjoyed poking fun at you. It never bothers you because you feel like for the first time in your life, you may have actually fallen in love.

V likes to recite poetry to you and to make you feel like you’re being wooed and courted. Things haven’t gotten too intimate yet, but you begin to wonder what he might sound like if he were to talk dirty to you. 

You invite him over one day during all the chaos. It’s mostly just to talk over some battle plans and also to tend to some of the wounds he’s obtained. You often worry about him, even though he tends to pretend it’s nothing serious. When he arrives, you have some tea brewed for the both of you and your first aid kit all laid out in front of you on the coffee table. He smirks at your hospitality but you know he’s not going to complain or protest.

“It’s always a pleasure to be in your company, my dear.” V says as he sits down in your comfortable chair.

“Pleasure is all mine, darling.”

You begin cleaning up some of the wounds on his hands and arms, then you move up to some of them on his chest. It’s not long before that’s all forgotten and you’re kissing him so sweetly.

Everytime you kiss him, he just melts. V swears he’s never felt anything like this before. He thinks about how you might affect Vergil if he were whole once more, but he also likes to push those thoughts away in favor of being a little selfish and to keep you all to himself for as long as he can.

“Such a pretty darling…such soft lips, like the petals of a rose.”

This makes you smirk, and you take his hands and guide them to your breasts. His cheeks turn pink but he starts to knead the tender flesh.

“There are other lips on my body that are like rose petals.”

Your words make him stop in his tracks. He knows he’s not always one to be vulgar, but your vulgarity excites him in ways he never knew existed. He’s more than happy to continue this intimacy. So with a few more heated kisses, you lead him into your bedroom.

Between making out and exploring each other’s bodies, you and V are finally naked. He kneels between your thighs, his long fingers pumping into you. You mewl his name, making his cock throb at the sexual sounds you’re making.

“Fuck me,” you plead. “Please V, I need you to fuck me…”

He blushes once more. It’s not that he doesn’t want to fuck you, because he very much does want to. But he’s just worried that maybe he won’t be able to perform in the way you’d want him to. He’s afraid to disappoint you.

“I want to make love to you,” he says as he presses a kiss to your lips.

“V…”

Your sweet voice hits him hard, making him long for you even more than before. He spreads your legs, and guides his aching cock to your tight hole. It’s so wet and slick, and your walls are like velvet as he slowly slides into you. His eyes roll back once he bottoms out, and he’s panting and moaning so cutely.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

V nods his head, “Oh my dear…it’s exquisite…”

You giggle softly, making his eyes snap open. You reassure him by caressing his cheek lovingly with your thumb. Then you bring him closer for a kiss.

“Let’s hear you get dirty, V. Tell me how much you love fucking this pussy.”

He can’t believe his ears. How is going to be able to do this? He’s a little nervous but most definitely excited about all of this. He stammers a few words, then he looks down to where you’re connected.

“Fuck I…I love fucking this pussy,”

The words make you clench around him, and he moans at the sensation. He starts to rock his hips, making you both whine. It’s all so sensual but there’s a bit of vulgarity coming through. V then leans in to kiss you, and you bite his bottom lip.

“You like fucking this little pussy don’t you?” You ask him, kissing him again.

“Love fucking this little pussy. My little pussy to fuck, isn’t it?” He sounds even more possessive right now.

You whine as he begins slamming into you now, and you can feel the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten. V watches you carefully as he fucks you with expertise. It’s almost like he’s known how to do this the entire time he’s met you, he just was a little too shy about bringing out this side of him.

“You gonna cum on my cock, huh? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

This is the moment where you feel yourself becoming so aroused. He’s taking the lead on the dirty talk, no longer taking your cues. It’s such a sexy thing for you to be witnessing. It’s almost like he knows exactly what to say to get your motor running.

You let out a cute moan when he shifts the position just a bit, and V takes this opportunity to shove his fingers into your mouth. You happily suck on them, drooling all over them.

“You’ve got such a pretty little mouth…and you were right, it matches that pretty little pussy of yours. Perfect rose petals.”

You clench around him, feeling your orgasm coming quick. You desperately try to warn him that you’re about to cum, but with his fingers shoved so deep in your mouth, it just comes out as choked out babbles. V finds himself enjoying the dirty side of sex, and he knows he’s going to continue fucking you like this for as long as he can.

He shoves his fingers even deeper into your mouth, and with just a few more thrusts, you choke out some moans as you cum hard all over his cock. The entire time, he’s coaxing you through it with the filthiest words. You’ve never cum quite like this before.

V pulls his fingers from your mouth, strings of saliva coating them. He brings them down to your aching clit and begins rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

“Now,” he starts. “Are you going to be my good little slut and take my seed?”

#bacon.writes #v dmc #dmc v #v x reader #v x you #v smut #dmc v x reader #devil may cry v x reader #dmc v x you #devil may cry v x you #dmc v smut #devil may cry v smut #devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #kinktober 2023

[xxstealla]

Traitor Pt.3

scaramouche x reader angst

In which scaramouche "prefers Haypasia's presence over yours"

tw: Mentions of Dottore

The following weeks for Scaramouche were terrible. His plans to become a god were ruined by the almighty traveller.

The Fatui, namely Dottore left him to rot and Haypaisa didn’t even bat an eye at him after his defeat.

The hollow walls of the building the two of you once shared reflects the emptiness of his the place where his heart was supposed to be.

The worst part is you’re gone and it was all his fault. He thought he didn’t need you anymore. He didn’t need a personal so emotional to hinder him in his route to godhood. He didn’t need someone he could potentially endanger. He didn’t need to have someone who makes his chest bleed everytime he sees them hurt. He didn’t need someone who makes him feel so vulnerable. He didn’t need someone who makes him feel so human.

Guilt was gnawing at him now. The emptiness you left upon him was larger than he anticipated. He thought it would be worth it to set you free from his mommy issues, but was it worth it after all? 

He wants to find you and tell you that he didn’t mean all the words he said, all the hurtful things he did.

But it was too late. 

No matter how much he longs for you to come back and tell him for everything that he did and his words never impacted you with that radiant smile you always wore, you looked so happy with that Liyue bastard. 

Perhaps in another life, free from the shackles of his responsibilities, the persona he had created, and the titles he bore, he could love you wholeheartedly.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I know my apology means nothing, I know I can’t take back the pain I inflicted onto you. But this ache is too much to bear. Every time I wake up, the bed feels too cold without your warmth. The kitchen is gathering dust with no one needing food. The cabinet on the floor remains untouched with all your favourite snacks inside. I can’t do this, everywhere I go, I see your face, it’s like the ghost of you haunts me and you’re not even dead. Well I’m probably dead to you anyway, but I just want you to know, if there ever comes a day you want to reminisce, or if that green emo guy breaks your heart, I will be in the husk of our home. In any case, I hope that the future you find with that guy will make your smile twice as large as when you were with me.”

I am listening to happier by Ed sheeran while writing this, so you can probably see the references.

#genshin x y/n #angst #genshin #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x y/n #pain #genshin angst #genshin x reader #wanderer angst #scaramouche angst #kunikuzushi x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x reader #haypasia

[toothfa-1-ry]

"go and get a life" -Bang Chan

Angst (sorta)

Y/n is sick and tired of Bang Chan acting this way. Get a life? Fine.

A/n

Y'all I'm just bored asf and all so here's sumn for you. Hope you enjoy reading and make sure to write sumn if you did :D

"Y/n stop disturbing Felix. Can't you see we're working right now?" Bang Chan said, glaring at you over his laptop.

You mumble a soft sorry and frowned at Felix "I'll tell you the story another time"

"but Hyung- she's not disturbing..none of us are working other then you-" Felix began looking at Bang Chan

Chan rolled his eyes and made a 'tch' sound as he continued typing away.

You stayed silent knowing that the past few days have been rough on him. He wasn't sleeping or eating well and he was always on his laptop. It wasn't anything new though but that didn't mean that you were used to him acting like a child sometimes.

Everytime he snaps at you, you just ignore it even though it hurts. After all he doesn't mean it he's just tired.

That's what you said to yourself everytime. He's just tired and you should try to understand him. But then what about you? Aren't YOU tired of him acting this way? Aren't you tired of always understanding him but being treated like shit?

"your so fucking annoying can't you just go away and leave us alone sometimes?" Bangchan muttered under his breath his eyes still stuck to the laptop screen.

Just as those words escaped his mouth the entire room became silent. Hyunjin gasped and Jeongin and Jisung quickly looked at each other, their eyes wide open shocked that their leader would say something like that to his girlfriend

"Hyung..you shouldn't say that. We like y/n's company" Felix began giving you a quick glance.

"yea- it's fine-" Hyunjin too said looking at your direction worried. " Y/n don't mind him he's just tired and-"

" yea that's right y/n I'm just tired of you acting like a baby all the damn time. Jesus Christ can't you get a life instead of trying to get into mine?" Bang Chan said shutting his laptop shut and looking staight at you. He closed his eyes and massaged his temple "your giving me a head ache"

This time everyone stayed shut. The last time they saw their leader this annoyed was never..it was the first time you ever saw him like this too.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything. "Chan that's not really nice-"

You were hurt, ofcourse you were but the longer you looked at him the more upset you got

He just stayed there not saying anything still massaging his temples with his fingers.

He clicked his tongue. "Get a life y/n, one that doesn't involve me and my members"

That's it

That was the last straw for you.

You were always there by his side when he acted this way. Understanding him, helping him, trying to ignore all the things he says but you were also human.

"fine" you stood up and grabbed your jacket "if YOU don't want me to be involved in YOUR life then I'll get out of it" you slammed the door shut and marched away. Tears brimming in your eyes as you walked away. As you walked away, you could hear Felix and the other members trying to reason with Bang Chan.

You furiously rubbed your eyes but it seemed like that just made you cry some more. You heard some footsteps behind you.

Half of you had expected Chan to rush out, realise his mistakes and beg for forgiveness. Maybe you would have forgived him but it wasn't Chan, it was Hyunjin

"Y/n..don't take to heart what hyung said..you know how cranky he gets when he's overworked. I'm so sorry for what he said- d..don't believe him though we really like your company" he said giving you a sad smile as he continued to try to explain the actions of his leader but this seemed to make you more angry.

"why are you apologising for him?" You cut Hyunjin short of his explanation. He looked at you, eyes wide open

"y/n he's really sorry dont feel bad-"

"Hyunjin" you cut him short again. "tell him to go and get a fucking life. One that doesn't involve me"

#stray kids angst #skz bang chan #skz x reader #bang chan angst #kpop imagines #stray kids #stray kids bang chan #stray kids felix #skz angst #skz hyunjin #kpop #angst #skz imagines #christopher bang #bang #bang chan x reader #bangchan angst #straykids #skz jisung #skz chris

[nikkisheep]

The heart wants what the heart wants

Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler

Eventual Steve Harrington x fem. reader

Warnings: ANGST, Steve is clueless, reader ignores Steve, angry reader, weight lost, one sided love

Might make part two

Summary: You have seen girls come and go over the years and have been in love with Steve for ten years. When you think it is finally your turn, Nancy Wheeler comes in. Will Steve realize before it is too late?

To say you are in love with someone is hard. When that someone is Steve Harrington, your best friend, it's harder than normal. Steve was sweet, caring, funny, charming, everything you look for in a guy. Girls have come and go over the years and none stick. I have been in love with Steve Harrington for ten fucking years. I have been his best friend for ten years and I have spent every day in love with him. I mean, how could you not? Somewhere in me, I thought that it was finally my chance to tell him I love him. Never in my life have I ever been more wrong.

"Hey Steve," Nancy Wheeler waved.

I looked at Steve by my locker. I never had a problem with Steve but since when did she like Steve.

"Hey, Nancy, what's up?"

"Hi Nancy," I say.

"Oh hi, Y/n."

"Steve, I wondering if you wanted to sit by me in class?" She asks.

"Of course," Steve grins.

Nancy walks away and Steve stares at her.

"I thought we were sitting together?" I asked.

"Things changed. Come on, Y/n, you know how much I like her."

There it was. There was the air way closer. The words to make me feel like I was choking on air. I felt my heart clench at his words. Tears welled up in my eyes. Of course he like perfect Nancy.

"Fine, sit by her. I don't care, Steve." I turned away and walked to class without him for the first time in ten years.

Steve walked into class late but I didn't care. He was just going to ask for my answers on the homework anyways. I looked at Steve and Nancy sitting very close together. I watch Nancy laugh at something Steve said and place her hand on his shoulder. I turn back to my work and my hair falls in my face when I look down. Tears stream down my face and have to put a hand to my mouth to keep my sobs silent. Class is over and the teacher asks me to stay behind.

"Miss Y/l/n, why were you so quiet today? You normally are the first to speak."

"Maybe I didn't want to speak today. Am I allowed to do things I don't normally do? I mean, come on, I didn't feel like speaking today." I cry.

"Miss Y/l/n, I am aware you are very upset right now but please do not speak to me that way. Now do you want to tell me what is going on or do you want to leave?"

"I'm sorry. I have class to get to," I sigh.

I walk out and I see Steve talking to Nancy at her locker. It kills me to see him smiling at her like that. Getting everything I need from the locker, ignoring Steve, I go about my day. My stomach churned everytime I looked at the pair of them. My heart ached and my eyes hurt from crying. I mentally cheer when the bell rings for school to be over. I run out of the building, still holding my books, and make my way out into the parking lot. Steve had drove me to school so I had to wait for him to hurry up.

Steve walks out with Nancy hanging onto his arm and my world crashes. They walk up to me.

"Hey, Nancy is going to join us." Steve says before letting her into the passenger side of the car, in my seat, my spot.

"Actually, I want to walk today. Get some fresh air," I lie.

"Oh, okay sure." Steve says before getting into the car.

I turn on my heels and walk away. Walking home took longer than what I thought it would. Opening the front door, I drag myself through the empty house. My parents are always gone, something Steve and I had in common. Around six thirty, I order pizza for dinner. When I open the door, Steve is standing there.

"What are you here for?" I groan.

"I wanted to know if you made it home," Steve snapped back.

"Well, I'm here." I throw my arms in the air. They return to my sides.

"What is your problem? You didn't call me."

"Maybe I didn't want to," I yelled.

"Seriously, what is your problem?" Steve asked again.

"Nothing."

"Bullshit," Steve scoffed.

"Steve, what do you want?"

"Well I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out." Steve said with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine."

Oh how I regret my choice. Not even a hour into hanging out, Steve started talking about Nancy. Nancy this, Nancy that. I listened to him explain how she asked him out and how much he likes Nancy, how much maybe she might be the one. I listened to him talk about how he can't wait for Friday for their date.

"Wait, Friday is our movie night, Steve." I say.

"I am asking to miss this one," Steve said.

"Fine, whatever."

"Thank you," Steve kisses my cheek.

My house phone goes off and Steve answers. It's Nancy. I could hear her voice. She wants Steve to come over. Not even ten minutes later, Steve is gone. My house feels lonely again. I throw the pizza into the fridge and went to bed.

Friday comes faster than expected. I still get dressed up and grab my ticket. I am going to that movie. I have been waiting for months for it to come out. Arriving at the movie theater, I walk to the showing room after getting popcorn. The movie was great but I wished Steve was there with me. I cried at the thought of him leaving me all the time for Nancy but tonight was about me. Or it was until when I walked out of the movie room. I forgot my purse so I walked back into the room and there I see Steve and Nancy getting out of some seats. They were laughing and holding hands. I turn around and walk out as fast as possible once I had my purse. I hoped that they did not see me.

"Y/n?" Steve asked.

"Steve!" I cheer.

"Wha-what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see the movie. I didn't know this was the exact same movie you were going to watch with her." I snap.

"Oh hi, Y/n." Nancy says happily before telling Steve that she was going to the bathroom.

"Why did you take her to this movie?" I yell.

"She wanted to see the movie," Steve said.

"Yeah, well I wanted to yet too but you ditched me."

"I told you I had a date."

"Yeah, a date to the same movie that I was going to watch with you."

"Y/n-"

"No, don't come back over. Also, Friday night movies are over." I walk away.

Tears streams down my face again, ruining my makeup. I drive home and lock the door. That night, I fell asleep on the couch. Everyday since Nancy and Steve started dating, passed slowly in a haze. I felt numb when I was with him. I tried to stay away from him but Steve never took the hint. Steve was with Nancy and he loved her. I knew this because I ran into them when he told her.

I lost weight, a lot. I barely ate. My parents got worried and came home. They kept me from school so I could get better. Some days, Steve would come over and my dad tells him to leave, that I didn't want him there. Other days, he didn't come by. Soon, he stopped coming over at all. I looked at the pictures of us and I could not stop crying. The man I loved for ten years loved someone else and I will never get him back.

Going back to school was a good thing for me. It got me back into the swing of things. Steve didn't talk to me and Nancy had all of his attention. I tried to not cry everytime he kissed her or whispered how much he loved her. I soon stopped crying, instead a dull ache settled in. Steve stopped being that nice guy, I knew he was. He stopped caring about me, stopped talking to me. So much as changed since Steve started dating Nancy.

A guy from class asked me out yesterday so I said yes. I needed to get over Steve and the guy was very nice to me. I got ready and met him at a diner. I was smiling the entire night. Steve was no where on my mind. Everything was great, I was having fun, laughing until Steve and Nancy walked in, hands linked. Everything became blurry. I could feel my heart beating faster. They didn't notice me and my date. I turned to my date, a guy named James. I smiled at him and laughed at somthing he had said. Steve and Nancy sat two tables away from us.

I paid them no mind. I was having fun and I was going to continue to. I start talking more with James and had a really great time. He walked me to my door and kissed my hand. I blushed at him and went inside. Not long later, a thud of knocking came from the door.

"Open up," Steve said.

I open the door. My smile turns into a frown.

"What do you want?"

"You don't talk to me for weeks and now I see you with some guy?" Steve asks. It had started raining and he was getting soaked. Good.

"Steve, what does it matter to you?"

"Are you replacing me?" Steve asked.

"Steve, I can't believe you right now."

"Answer me!"

"Let me ask you this, Steve. Do you love me?"

"Of course."

"I mean are you in love with me."

"I-I-I"

"See, Steve, the heart wants what the heart wants and you are what I want but I can't have. Now, get off my porch and go to your girlfriend." I say before closing the door.

#steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x nancy #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst

[mitsuyaya]

[ even in the next life ] hayakawa aki

♡ contains: 561 words. heavy (?) angst, major character death, major spoilers (for anime watchers)

♡ summary: you love aki more than anything in this world; he taught you the beauty of waking up every day, but he didn't teach you how to wake up every single day without him

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the love you had for aki is immeasurable, to the point that it's too unreal.

everytime his eyelashes flutter, his chest heaves, his lips curve into a small sweet smile—it becomes more and more difficult for you to breathe, for you to think normally.

aki moves with such grace and suave. his hands were rough, scarred from his every mission but everytime it touches your skin, it feels soft, feels heavenly. his muscles flex everytime he carries heavy things but he makes it look lightweight, as if it doesn't weigh anything at all.

his voice never fails to put you in a trance, gradually lulling you in a daze where the only people inside are the two of you. and when he has his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting into the space between your neck and shoulders—it makes you feel like the world exists solely for you and him.

you love aki an insane amount, even more than anything in this world, more than you or anyone can ever imagine.

it's not hard to love hayakawa aki, to love a man whose face resembles that of an angel, a man who could make anyone fall for him if he wanted to. to fall in love with a man whose personality could make anyone crave even a slightest amount of his attention.

you were lucky enough to have him, to have him by your side, to be able to touch such unreal figure. to have him whisper in your ear, confess his undying love—his love that he vows that'll never fade, that could last forever, even in his next life.

aki was your candle, someone who guides your feet amidst the darkness. someone who provides you warmth in your bleakest days. but as if the candle was blown, aki left you–with his cremated body in an urn, in this house you used to share.

this house that was used to be filled with mirth, intimacy and endless promises has morphed into a weary and melancholic prison. detaining you with the reality that the man you love so much is gone, dead.

“aki why did you leave me?” you cried loudly, holding his picture frame in your chest, it hurts so much. he promised, vowed to love you with all of his heart, to choose you and only you until the end, to stay by your side for all your life—but he's gone, he's never coming back.

“aki…please”

no matter how many prayers, no matter how many times you call his name he'll never hear them, it'll never come true. and you know that, you're perfectly aware of it, but you held on to that foolish thought that he might come back, that this was all a dream and by the time you wake up he'll kiss you, wipe your tears and tell you it's only a nightmare.

“...please come back”

it's painful; to steal a glance at his urn, to gaze at his photos, to listen to his audio recordings—it makes you squeeze your chest in agony, makes you cry and scream his name until your voice turns hoarse, till you could feel your body going numb.

and yet, even if your heart aches, shattered into a million pieces, even if you seem to lose yourself, it's still him—still aki you'd choose to love even in the next lifetime.

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[liknws]

[ 002 ] confidential (don't tell jisung).

⎯⎯ PAIRING: lee minho x reader/oc ⎯⎯ TAGS: enemies with serious tension, childhood friends to enemies, revenge eras, college au, angst, bad humor bc i'm not as funny as i think i am, misunderstandings, unrequited feelings ⎯⎯ RATING: 18+, mature ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: so much swearing, drinking, everyone is an asshole this time (except mae she is baby), suggestive but non explicit themes ⎯⎯ WORD COUNT: 4k (4,378)

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: karma (kar·ma) defined as "(in hinduism and buddhism) the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences". you've always been a big believer in karma and the universe, knowing that eventually all energy is returned. so when your life is ruined by someone you used to call your best friend, you wonder why karma is taking it's sweet time in retaliating against him. what hurts more is your university won't punish something based on hearsay and so it's up to you to find the proof that lee minho is an evil mastermind and get his ass removed from school for good.

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“You should have seen them! It’s like they were two different people.” Chan is used to Minho’s personality switch when he’s dancing, when he’s in his element, having been around Minho for years since he started taking it seriously. He wasn’t prepared to see you though, to see how different you are when you’re in that world too. He thought you looked otherworldly, it truly astounded him to watch you the other week in the studio.

“As if there wasn’t a single thing wrong between them?” Hyunjin leans on the counter, palms flat against the smooth quartz of the serving bar. Chris leans against the other side, though his back is to his friend. It’s not uncommon for one or more of the boys to visit Hyunjin while he works and despite the basic war that propped up last winter, the cafe has always been a neutral ground. Even Minho and you can respect that, though that usually meant if you two were in at the same time that you would sit at different tables on complete opposites of the cafe. Chan considers that a small victory.

“So Mae and I made a bet.” He looks a little too pleased and that makes Hyunjin slightly nervous. “Don’t look at me like that, you’ll like this.” Chan turns to lean into Hyunjin, voice dropping to a whisper to explain the bet. “It’s confidential so—”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t tell Jisung, I know.”

・❥・

You’re exhausted and you feel like everything aches. Even your teeth hurt but that could be from clenching them in anger everytime you so much as glance at Minho. “He has to be doing this on purpose,” you grunt out while dropping into the empty spot in the little corner table your friend is currently occupying. Mae doesn't need to ask who you’re talking about, there’s only one person that brings this kind of frustration out of you.

“You two share a major, I’m sure he’s not doing it on purpose,” Mae retorts while sliding your iced latte in front of you. “Don’t.” She puts a finger on your lips to silence your immediate argument, shaking her head. “I know you two hate each other but this is a new year, you’re doing better than you have been in months. Don’t let him ruin it- you’re better than him. He isn’t worth the energy or anger this year. Just- just pretend he doesn’t exist.”

You hate that she has a point, a great one at that. Somehow it was just easier to hold onto the hate, the anger, than try to let it go. You’re not sure if you can ever really let it go. Holding the anger is a reminder that he’s no longer your best friend, he isn’t the same boy you would run around the neighborhood with.

He’s certainly not the same boy you gave your first kiss to that winter before you were moving. You didn’t know it at the time that you were leaving, otherwise you never would have done it. He never said it but you saw the hurt in his eyes the day you told him you were moving to Scotland to be with your mom’s family. He didn’t think you saw him after you walked away but you’d turned back to say something else and just watched as pre-teen Minho walked home with his shoulders slumped and throwing the small crumpled note into the brush.

You went back for that note after he was out of sight. His confession. You keep it in a journal, pressed between the pages of your own words of love for him that he never got to know. You carried his silent confession with you for years, regret hanging on your shoulders like a cape. He was the brave one, he was going to tell you the secrets of his heart. You had blurted the move out before he could, fearful of the change in your friendship and hurting him. You’d done it anyway but at least this was something he could heal from, that he could patch up and carry on once it was over. You couldn’t live with yourself if you’d hurt him any other way.

“You’re right,” you grumble, head falling forward until your forehead is pressed onto the tabletop. “But why would he suddenly be interested in taking a classical ballet class? It’s like he’s trying to purposely insert himself into my life. You don’t see me signing up for his stupid hip-hop classes.”

“He is a performance major. He has to take introductory level classes to other styles as part of his degree.” Of course Mae has a logical explanation for him invading your sanctuary. Her next words make you lift your head in a glare. “Don’t you have to take a hip hop introduction for your choreography requirements?” At the look she laughs, reaching over to pat your arm reassuringly and slide the untouched drink closer to you. “Drink the coffee. You’ll feel better.”

“You’re not you when you’re uncaffeinated.” Lucy’s comment from behind the counter brings you all to giggles, effectively lifting your mood with the joke. She stands as close as she can while working but the busy time has set in now that classes have started to end for the week.

You don’t notice, or you prefer not to pay attention, to the larger group of boys looking in your direction. Most of them look on with indifference, a few smiling as they watch your mood become better. One, however, scowls in your direction.

“Stare any harder, Min, and you’re going to set them on fire.” Jisung elbows his friend in the ribs, laughing. The others chuckle as well, adding in their own comments about how Minho is glaring at your table. It snaps him from his glare, turning the annoyance to his best friend before sitting back in his seat silently. “What’s up?” The younger questions with concern, leaning in a little to Minho.

“Nothing, ‘is fine,” he mumbles, though refusing to look at Jisung is a solid tell that he’s hiding something. Chan looks over and catches eyes with Minho, sharing another look of concern. “Seriously, nothing’s up.”

“He’s mad because the intro class he has this semester is the one that they’re the TA of.” Felix is quick to fill in the others, having been on the receiving end of Minho’s frustration and near begging to have Felix be the TA instead of you. “He’s mad that neither Hyun nor I are TA’s this semester. Sorry,” he continues, meeting Minho’s eyes with an apologetic smile. “But we have too much this year to fit it in.”

“Can’t you drop the class and get another one next semester?”

“No.” The one word answer is full of every range of anger and annoyance he could feel in the moment. “The ballet intro class is only done this semester and there’s only one. If I didn’t need the classical credit I would bail.”

“That’s rough buddy.” Changbin claps Minho on the shoulder with a laugh, earning chuckles from the rest of them. “Who knows, maybe this is a blessing?”

“Wait,” Jeongin interjects, leaning forward to wave his hand to catch everyone’s attention. “Who are they and why does Minho hate them?”

“Oh right, you weren’t around for all of this,” Hyunjin says. He leans back, throwing an arm over the youngest’s shoulders and pointing at the table where you sit with your friends. “Those four. Mae and Cherry are in the dance department with us. The other two are Cherry’s best friends.”

Your ears start burning and lifting your head, you catch Hyunjin pointing at you. Sending him a confused look before flipping him off, you don’t pay it much more attention. Had it been anyone else at the table you might have broken the unspoken treaty but Hyunjin is … well Hyunjin and gets a pass.

“Chan, Minho, and Cherry used to be best friends. Grew up together,” Changbin adds. “They both had feelings for them.” The protest from the mentioned two is immediate, sugar packets being thrown at Changbin. “They keep denying it but we all know it’s true.” He jumps up with a laugh, skirting around Chan’s lunge at him. His words are punctuated with laughter as Chan chases after him out of the cafe.

You’re trying to hide your smile behind your coffee at the sight, swatting at Mae when she dares tease you about watching.

“Chan’s thing was when they were kids and back in first year. Don’t tell him I said that.” Hyunjin is quick to continue after the other two have departed, rapidly adding the details before either of them return. Minho is glaring at him but the look is ignored.

“Did they go to a different high school?” Jeongin asks, still completely lost on the reason for the animosity between the groups.

“Sort of. They moved overseas with their family before the start of middle school. Came back to go to university.” Jeongin nods along with what Hyunjin is saying, eyes wide as he takes in all the information. “We don’t actually know why they started hating Minho? But it was right away. They reconnected with Chan first and he was talking all these great things about them and it was before Min decided to add a second major so the first year they weren’t really seeing each other- you following so far, baby bread?”

“They hate me because they’re a stuck up bitch who can’t take a joke. Even with surgery to remove the stick up their ass, they’d still be a bitch.” Minho jumps in with a glare at Hyunjin. “Maybe if they would loosen up, have a little fun, they wouldn’t be such an insufferable person. We were only friends because our mom’s forced us to hang out as kids. They liked Chan and chased after us everywhere, it was so annoying. I was glad when they moved.”

What Minho fails to notice is the look of horror on everyone’s face at the end of his speech. The look of horror because you’ve come to a stop behind him and heard most of what he had to say. Only when you lean down next to Minho, putting yourself between Seungmin and him does he realize what’s happened.

“Don’t forget to add that he pimped me out to a senior in the music department last year. Convinced this guy I would sleep with him on the first date and even paid him to take me on a date. After that though, this is Min’s favorite part so pay attention, guys from every department started trying to get me to sleep with them. Lots of great stories started popping up about me around campus about how good of a fuck I am and that Minho is willing to pay anyone to sleep with me because I’m too pathetic for a date of my own. The harassment was so bad that I took time off school so I could go at least one day without some guy on campus trying to touch something he shouldn’t. Can’t forget your favorite part, can we Min?” You pat his shoulder with a bit too much force as you stand up. Turning to Jeongin, the one face you’re not familiar with, you give a chilling smile. The others have gone silent.

You don’t glance back at Minho so you don’t see how his ears turn red and the slight flush to his cheeks. Your eyes never leave Hyunjin and Jeongin, though that chilling smile has warmed up a little. “If you’re going to tell the story, present all the facts. I might be a bitch but it’s only because Minho is the biggest fucking cocksucker I’ve had the absolute displeasure of ever knowing.” A glance at the table before you raise your hand, fingers wiggling in a wave. “See you around.”

Bumping into Chan and Changbin as you turn around tells you that they were there for it, having come back inside to watch your little scene with their friends. Chan’s hands come up in a show of innocence, backing away as if you’re likely to attack him next. Mae mouths her apologies to the rest of them, shooting a look around at the eight sets of eyes that watch as you calmly storm from the cafe.

Everyone settles back into their seat, a tense silence washing over everyone as if waiting to see what happens next. Minho breaks the silence by laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “Total fucking bitch.” His exit is quick, shoving his chair back as his backpack is slung over one shoulder. Jisung is quick to follow after him, hoping to calm down Minho. “See you guys at the party later,” he says as he departs, Jisung on his tail out of the cafe.

“So there’s a bet going on.” Hyunjin barely waits for the door of the cafe to close behind the parting two before spilling the whole idea. Huddled together, he shares the details of the bet with a smile. Soon the look is mirrored on everyone’s face as Chan fills in the details that Hyunjin missed or forgot. Soon enough cash is being slapped on the table’s surface as they all want in on this bet.

“Add me to that,” Lucy adds, her hand slapping to the top of the pile with a grin. “Elsie wants in on it too. She’ll get her money to Hyunjin next shift— Don’t look at me like that Chris. Your group isn’t as quiet as you think you are.” She departs back to work with a laugh. There are shared looks of mischief as each person starts thinking of ways to win the bet.

・❥・

Of course winning the bet for Lucy or Mae meant getting you out of the house. Elsie had declined on pretense of an early shift at the cafe so you’re left at the whims of your other two best friends. Both link arms with you, each on either side, standing in front of the house that seems to vibrate with the music. Every color of lights spill from the open windows, carrying with it the sound of deep bass of your favorite songs.

“Guys- no. Seriously, I was fine with a party but not one on the Row. You promised.” Your protest is ignored, both pulling you by the arm in an attempt to get you into the house.

“It’s the end of Rush Week. You know these are the only parties worth going to.” Lucy tugs harder on your arm, making you stumble a little. You’re grateful that you at least won against the wearing of high heels and instead have your favorite sneakers on.

“Why do I feel like you’re setting me up to get into something tonight? Or is this some weird way of getting Mae and Felix to finally get together? Don’t give me that look, you two are the least subtle people ever. Seriously just kiss him already, you two would be fucking cute together.”

Lucy is laughing, though still tugging on your arm. Mae’s given up in her flustered state. One down.

“Don’t get me started on you and Hyunjin, Lu.” She stops, mouth gaping. Mae’s the one giggling now.

“You promised that was a secret!”

“And you promised no parties with the Greeks. Looks like we’re both assholes now.” They both drop your arms, Lucy glaring at you while Mae hits you with puppy dog eyes. Somehow, in a way you don’t understand, the combination of both those looks does you in. “Fine! Fine,” you relent. “I’m leaving at the first sight of Mean Hoe. Deal?” You’ll take the excited squeals as confirmation to your deal.

That’s how you find yourself a few drinks deep and dancing in the middle of a makeshift dance floor. Someone’s hands are on your waist and you’re too drunk to care about who they are, or that they’re traveling a little too far down your hips. You’re barely aware of the way the person’s fingers are trailing the inside of your thighs, trying to brush against the more sensitive areas of your body. You are aware when that person is shoved hard away from you, making you whip around in confusion and surprise.

The sight of the stranger being shoved again has you jumping forward, grabbing hold of the assailant’s wrist and pulling him off the other. “What the fuck— Minho?” Now you have to be really drunk because why is Minho shoving some guy off you? “What are you doing?” He doesn’t answer, instead shifting out of your hold on his wrist and grabbing yours instead. You’re drunk and easy to overpower, using that to his advantage as he all but drags you to the upstairs.

“What was that?” Are the first words he flings at you, once you’re shoved into a dark room. The lights from the hallway are gone once the door is closed. You’re backing away from him until you feel a sink at your back.

“Never seen someone having fun before Minho? Weren’t you the one saying earlier today that I need to have fun? What the fuck is your problem?” The darkness is settled between you and the only light comes from under the door, not nearly enough to see him. You can only hear him step closer, and can only feel him reach for you again. There isn’t enough room for you to maneuver out of his hold, stuck as one hand grips your upper arm and the other settles on your cheek.

“Are you okay?” The question startles you, the softness in his voice bringing back a familiar fondness you once had for him. You remember the last time he touched you like this, when you had tried to teach him how to ice skate and ended up being the one to fall into the snowbank because you thought you could skate backwards. He’d helped you up then and looked you over to make sure you were okay. That had been the winter you kissed him, you’d been thinking of ways to do it for weeks and the need to do it had gotten so strong and he was so close.

“Blossom, are you okay?” The nickname makes you shiver and brings you from the memory. He’s the only one to ever call you that. Where Chan claims the name Cherry comes from your love of all things cherry flavored, it really comes from the spring that you and Minho went to see the Cherry Blossoms in Japan with your families. You don’t know why he started the name but all you cared about is how happy it made you.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright.” There’s barely any space between you two. The sounds of the party remain muffled to the other side of the door so both of you have dropped to whispering to each other. You still can’t see him, despite the time to let your eyes adjust, but that doesn’t bother you. You’re almost scared to see how he looks, almost knowing those brown eyes would be full of emotions you haven’t seen in him in so long. Not directed at you, at least.

“What are you doing?” He whispers still, his hold on you tightening just a little as he presses closer to you. Your hands come up to his chest but instead of pushing him off, you curl your fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt. “Why are you here?” He feels impossibly close, your bodies pressed together, chests rising and falling together. His forehead touched to your’s has the breath stuck in your throat.

“Having fun,” you reply finally. With him so close you can almost see his features. You swear you can see him look down at your lips after you’re done talking, that his nose brushes against yours and your breath is stuck again. The hand on your arm slides up, cupping the back of your neck so gently. This must be a dream, you reason. Minho would never be this soft with you, not really.

“That’s fun for you?” His tone lacks its usual venom, filled instead with confusion. As if he can’t believe that you would be pressing yourself against a stranger while drunk at a college party.

“It’s fun for you,” is your retort, trying to push yourself back into bantering with him but the words feel wrong. “Why can’t dancing with someone be fun for me?” He doesn’t answer right away and you’re about to shove him off you finally when his lips brush over yours. Not really a kiss, more like a ghost of a touch before his lips press to your forehead. You freeze.

“Because it wasn’t me, that’s why.” Words are muttered against your skin where his lips don’t leave your forehead. He presses another kiss before letting go and leaving the bathroom all before you have a chance to even take your next shuddering breath. What just happened?

・❥・

Saturday mornings after parties are always the same, all four of you stumbling to the living room for coffee and gossip. Elsie left for work too early but left you three with freshly made coffee on a timer. You had attempted to avoid the sacred roommate ritual with claims of needing to get more practice before your performance and left that morning with a promise that you’re okay and that all that happened with Minho had been a fight. You rush out too quickly for either one to argue to which you’re thankful. At least their hangovers have made them a little less invasive for now.

Lying feels awful, a growing weight in your stomach as if you swallowed stones and they keep multiplying each time you lie to your roommates. At least you don’t lie about wanting more practice. The whole dance department is having their showcase for Director Yun on Monday after classes are finished and you’re nervous. You’re debating just reusing your final dance and tweaking it instead.

Despite coming to work on your routine, your mind is only able to focus on the party last night. After Minho had left the bathroom you’d stayed there, sitting on the edge of the tub with your thoughts. The same thoughts that have you messing up your footwork and missing the timing of the routine. Confusion hangs on every thought: confusion from his actions, confusion on what he said, confusion on your own feelings.

You feel like you’ve been flung back in time to the winter before everything was hard, to a time when being around Minho made your heart race and left you with thoughts of the future with him. A future where you two were with each other always.

You’re just standing in the middle of the studio, your music having come to a stop minutes ago. The silence isn’t even noticed, you’re just staring at yourself in the mirrors across from you. Why you? Why of all people did he need to torture you? What about you wasn’t enough, maybe even good enough, that he would treat you so different from all the others on campus.

You’ve seen it since first year, the way he jumps from relationship to relationship as if playing hopscotch. Never staying still long enough to form any real bonds and only ever long enough to sleep with them a few times. Always a beautiful girl, always someone who hangs on his every word and jumps to please his every wish. He never used to be that guy- or so you assume. Maybe he was always going to be this guy but you hadn’t been around when his interest in the physical things became more important. You were thousands of miles away.

You weren’t the one to judge him, you had just wanted to catch up with your first friend. The person who shared all the same childhood memories. But when he ‘forgot’ who you were until Chan prompted him and then said he only ever hung out with you because of your families? You’re not sure what heartbreak felt like then but you’re almost positive that was your first heartbreak.

From that moment you did what you could to avoid him, pretty easily in the first few months of first year since he wasn’t in the dance department yet. He was so different from the Minho you remembered, you just couldn’t believe that the kind hearted boy who saved the neighborhood cats with you and held your hand during thunderstorms is the same man now.

Your breaking point came near the end of the year. Not quite finals season but everyone had agreed to start getting together early in order to study together for the general classes you all shared. The group at the time was Chan, Changbing, Hyunjin, Minho, Mae, and yourself. Lucy and Elsie would pop in for moral support when working but the core became the six of you. The cafe becomes a second home to all of you during studying sessions.

You remember the point in which the tense animosity became a full on war between friends. Minho, on the far side of the table, sat bragging too loudly about his latest date. Short tempered as always, but irritated and wearing thin from the long studying hours, you snapped at him. You’d asked him what was wrong with him, what deranged alien species decided to body-swap with him.

He had laughed and just shrugged. “She threw herself at me. She knew what she was getting into when she asked to hang out.” The casual way in which he said it, disregarding the girl’s emotions, sets you off. You don’t remember half the names you call him, some of them flung his way in Gaelic because you’re so flustered you can’t think of translations in your head before your mouth is calling him anything you can.

The things said that night were some of the worst things you two have ever said to each other. So why had last night been a different Minho? Why had your soft best friend cornered you in that bathroom and almost kissed you? And why are you upset that he didn’t?

#minho x reader #lee know x reader #minho x you

[marimayscarlett]

MY QUEEN

do you have any song recommendations for “a million degrees “?

Hi and thank you for this ask 😊

I had to think about this for quite some time - I love Emigrate dearly, yet 'A million degrees' is not among my favourite albums. Nevertheless, I picked out five songs from this album which I really cherish (in no particular order), as always a complete subjective selection. Here we go 🎶

'Hide and Seek': Here I especially the incredible drive the song has in the chorus, the downright screaming moment during away and overall it's a great piece to sing along 🎤

'Let's go' together with Till: 'Du musst mir garnichts sagen, ich versteh' dich mit dem Augenschein' - 'You don't have to tell me anything, I understand you by sight'. This line sung by Till really touches me everytime I listen to this song. It's such an embodiment for their long friendship, their voices harmonise beautifully together and we get a bit of german on an Emigrate album 🤍

'1234' together with Ben Kowalewicz from Billy Talent : 1. The guitar shredding is like harsh kissies to my ears, I absolutely love it 🎸 2. Richard's voice in it is extra smooth here and yet so powerful! 3. Ben Kowalewicz adds another, very fitting level to the vocal part of the song and both of their voices fit very well together, kind of have the same energy, which makes the whole song a really fun and powerful piece.

'You are so beautiful': Sliding right into my heart, a wonderful song full of love and feels and yet some sort of aching. Not a song I can listen to frequently, just because it's so emotional and heart-wrenching in a strangely melancholic and good way 🤍

'War': Incredibly important and powerful song. It makes clear how different reality can be for different people - some people living their best life, others fight for their survival amidst war & terrorism, yet all live in the same time spectrum. 'War, to keep us terrified' - and it still does, to this day.

Things nobody asked for but I'm adding anyways (sorry): Here are my two favourite interviews Richard did around the time of the release of this album, where he talks about the album itself and each song, the meaning of the title (that 'degrees' is meant more in the sense of geometric angles instead of temperatures), Emigrate in general and some other interesting topics (such as movie recommendations):

Interview with Crypticrock, 31.12.2018:

Interview with Kerrang!, 20.12.2018

#richard kruspe #emigrate #rammstein #ask #took me way too long to answer this sorry! #song recs #interview recs

[xreader001]

Dean has been tense distracted and distant lately and you know he's keeping something big from you he always did when things were really dangerous but this time something was different but you had been keeping something from him too something you couldn't hide any longer

You had been waiting for things to get better lighter happier but you were just going to have to tell him

You made his favorite dinner and pie stocked his favorite beer and had been practicing in your mind how to tell him you were pregnant

Dean wasn't as happy with the meal and dessert as you thought he would be. He tried to put on a happy face but he barley ate and your nerves caused you to tip toe around the subject

Suddenly Dean got serious he began to start an argument with you and you argued back as the argument heated up you finally decided youd had enough and started to say you were pregnant

i know why your upset dean you're just scared and want to protect me but i have to tell you im.. but he kept yelling and then he said or yelled the unthinkable I don't want to marry you! I don't want to have children with you! there is no future for us it's over!

He was holding back tears but you couldn't see them through your own tears you were devastated you heart was instantly crushed he could see the hurt all over your face and started to apologize but you turned on your heal and left the bunker running to your car you didn't know if he was following you your broken heart was pounding in chest. You peeled out and didn't stop until you were far enough away then you pulled over and cried yourself to sleep

Dean didn't follow you quickly not realizing you intended on leaving

When you woke you felt raw but knew what you had to do You had to get a new identity, a background and a career if you were going to raise a child alone and you had to ditch your phone and all of your old aliases and contacts.

Dean hoped you would come back to get your things and that He could apologize and separate on friendlier terms he didn't know you were pregnant he only wanted to protect you and if things went well when it was all over he'd do anything to make it up to you

But you didn't return. he and Sammy called everyone trying to find you even tried tracking your phone but you'd vanished..

Your new identity was yfn Thompson you were an accountant for a big law firm and you found a great home. ou used stolen credit cards at first but stopped as soon as you had honest money coming in

You were bewildered when the ultrasound tech told you it was twins..

Dean searched for you but no sign of harm natural or supernatural ever popped up and Sammy helped him see you didn't want to be found.

It was only when something supernatural happened close to your new life that brought Dean back to you.

You decided not to take maturnity leave during your pregnancy because you'd need every penny you could get, it was hard but surprisingly were seemed to be cut out for it and made the best of it (by sheer will and everytime your heart ached for Dean you put him out of your mind and focused on feeling good and being healthy for your babies)

Whenbyou arrived at work onebmorning to discover one of o your coworkers had been murdered in the office you became anxious but with you pregnancy being in the final term you were too preoccupied to consider it was anything supernatural you were busy preparing your hospital bag meal prepping cleaning and other typical nesting duties and you felt a little relief that you never had to work late the building was always busy during your working hours

Dean and Sammy thought they were just investigating another possible supernatural killing when they spotted you very pregnant and ready to pop

You seemed happy and doing well

But Dean had know if his girl or his ex girl was carrying his child

He thought back on that night what he said to you and knew deep down the truth

But he had to talk to you with the past danger he had tried to protect you from over he couldn't just let you go again

I kind of imagine him walking upto her with bit surprised eyes like he's happy but cant believe shes there and obviously pregnant and she is shocked to see him.

hed start asking her what shes doing there and says something funny but maybe stupid about her being pregnant and she is just angry and hurt the pain of their breakup surfacing and the pain of going through pregnancy alone

She'd go into labor or maybe false labor and there would be a cheesy fluffy make up scene in the hospital and dean and Sammy would be there were the twins were born

If anyone reads this I hope you like it if you want to use it as is or change it let me know you did and feel free to.

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean x yn #hurt fluff #pregnant #dean winchester #sam winchester

[babeczka415]

Eternal Love

Chapter 2

It's been a week since that morning I came home. It's been seven days and who knows how many hours since he left me. My heart aches in ways I can't even describe. Jessy has stopped by making sure I eat and cleaning up. She finally got me to talk the other night and we drowned ourselves in wine and ice cream while watching horror movies. I haven't told Dan yet and I know that conversation was coming tonight as it was the night he and Jessy always came around to have fun.

I manage to get out of bed and move to the couch with my laptop. I have never been more grateful for this job than I am now. It allows me to work from home and as long as I tell my boss in advance no video chats. I just told him I was sick but still able to work. Eventually I know that isn't going to work but it's been a blessing this week.

I keep checking my phone all day hoping for something from him. Something to explain but still nothing. Instead I have a text from Lilly, I curse her under my breath. She only wants to talk to see how he is.

Lilly: MC, everything okay? We haven't heard from him or you.

MC: No everything isn't okay and please stop talking to me only to find out how he is. He left me a week ago and told me to move on.

MC: I'm gonna say you and Hannah should do the same thing and just forget him!

I sign off just as fast as I send that message and I'm glad it's the end of the day. I head into the kitchen and grab the Jack Daniels and take a drink from the bottle. It burns going down but at least it's a feeling. I hear the door unlock as Jessy has a key. 

"I don't know why you didn't knock like we always do" Dan states.

I sigh, I hope she doesn't tell him why. I turn around with the bottle still in my hand and I see them in the doorway.

"Hey don't start the fun without me" Dan laughs.

I smile the best I can and he instantly knows something is wrong.

"Still nothing?" My red haired best friend asks and I shake my head while taking another drink.

"What is going on?" Asks Dan.

"Jake is gone," I say, looking away from him. He wraps his arms around me. He's finally started walking again after the accident and I just cry into his chest.

"We will make you forget all about him," Dan says, lifting my head up. I lean against him not being able to say anything. 

I was expecting an 'I told you he was bad news' or something along those lines from Dan but he instantly goes into best friend mode.

Jessy grabs out all the junk food she has brought over and we make a table top on the bar between that and different alcohol. These two know exactly what I need after having my heartbroken by the man I thought was my forever. 

We pile on the couch and throw in movies after movies. I remember taking a silly picture of us but I don't do anything with it.

Jakes POV:

It's been seven days and 16 hours since I left her. I never wanted to fall in love but she did it. She made me fall in love with her. 

Tonight I'm in an abandoned warehouse tracking my pursuers. Sleep has not been my friend in a while and this last week has been worse. Everytime I close my eyes I see her smile, her sleeping. I feel her curled up against me afraid to lose me.

You see when I told her my location I knew what was going to happen. I knew she wouldn't let go of me but I needed to see her and feel her touch and kisses one more time before I broke her heart. Those hazel eyes as she spun around were full of love and feeling safe.

I knew I could never be HER safe haven. I also know she would give up everything for me if I so much as hinted at it.

I couldn't bring her into this world, more than I already had. She needed to live her life normally, before she got dragged into finding Hannah and falling in love with me. She needs a normal future, one not on the constant run. I have no idea when I can give her that and I knew it from the start. 

You see she's the good girl, the girl every guy wants. I'm troubled, she knew that but still fell. It's the typical good girl who falls in love with the bad boy. What the normal story doesn't tell is how the bad boy fell in love with her, but just wanted to keep her safe.

I hear my phone go off and I look and it's Lilly. I hadn't reached out and I wasn't planning on going until I knew I was safe. I sigh as I open the location on MC. I have to make sure they aren't tracking her. She's at home like she has been since she entered back in. I could pull up her webcam but it would just break my heart. I do follow her social media but lately she hasn't been posting but I keep a watch.

I see a photo pop up, which is odd at the time. It's a photo of her, Jessica, and Daniel curled up on the couch with drinks. I read the caption and my heart breaks.

When your world is falling apart, you can't ask for more than best friends, Jack Daniels, and lots of junk food.

The photo looks odd then I realize it's taken at night and it's now the next morning… eight days since I saw her smile at me, even in her sleep.

I set Nymos up and lean back on the couch trying to catch some sleep hoping she doesn't haunt my dreams.

#duskwood fandom #fanfics #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwoodlover #duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood mc #eternal love

[dylansslutt]

moving on 5/ j.m r.c

part five my loves finishing this off and then with the new season might bring it back lol

warnings: violence, obsessive and abusive rafe ,

long awaited i hope you enjoy.

  after john b was accused for murder and him and sarah left over seas. things were over the top messy. yet the only sane thing was having jj, he kept everything going for you.

 rafe was distant, so not having to deal with him let you breathe. until things got hectic with pope and the return of the thought so dead to be sarah and john b.

 during the grief, jj was bad, real bad. you tried to help him cope, keeping on his ass about certain shit. even once leading to a huge arguments, the two of you in tears at the end.

 but when his hand cupped your cheek, wiping the fallen tears. eyes boring into yours he knew at that moment. he was deeply inlove with you and there was nothing he could do about it.

 “i really think the gods sent me you.” the soft words made you giggle, leaning more so into his touch.

 “promise me, you’ll never leave.” you begged hope filling through you. in an instance his lips devoured yours, pulling away moments later.

 “after all this shit? you are stuck with me!” he swoops you into his arms, smile spreading across your lips with laughter escaping.

-

“oh you gotta be jokin’.” sitting up fully feeling panic arise within you. you knew rafe would go this insane. kidnapping you and sarah, but now it all clicked.

 ward was the craziest mother fucker out here.

     “sarah, please tell me im just high as a kite!” you beg as she watches you in despair, the same thing she feels. yet, the panic in you was... what is going to happen.

  after stating you were his and telling jj about it, things shifted. jj was more protective, rafe more distant but eyes always watching you. yet, after everything went crazy things were less worried about, until now.

 god you wanted to be sick, wishing this was some sick nightmare.

“hey sweetie.” he spoke soft, your eyes glued onto sarah who looks horrified. why is it everytime they have something going on, im here?

“it’s me. i know this is impossible to you, but i am going to explain-” sarah slaps him across the face, making you snicker softly.

“you’re right, im sorry. i deserve that, i do. i know i do. you have been through hell, and that’s my fault. im sorry i-” he begs but i stand up cutting him off.

“you are literally the most insane fucking person i’ve ever met.” throwing an ‘sorry’ look to my best friend. ward ignores me as sarah plops down on the couch with a horrified look on her face, my heart aching for her.

“i can promise you. i didn’t have any other choice.” he kneels, “i didn’t and i dont expect you to understand that now. all i can do is tell you what happened and answer the questions.”

glaring at the man, “uhh, question? why the fuck am i here? i have a family, life, friends, a boyfriend.” tears well up in my eyes, gaining attention from ward.

“i needed to make sure my family was all together, all together and safe.” ignoring sarahs cries he points at me.

“you have a opportunity for a better life, y/n. not living like those dirty pogues, with my son and with a real future.” you stumble back knees hitting back against the seat, plopping down on top of it.

“oh my god.” sarah makes eye contact with me in horror, tears streaming down both our faces. your heart thumped wildly and you felt numb.

   as ward explains how he faked killed himself, you start looking around the room for anything; a way out, a weapon, gun, key. as the conversation starts to end, rafe appears at the door making you freeze.

his eyes glue onto you but shifts over to sarah and ward, “but i had to make sure rafe got away.” me and sarah heads both lift up at that.

“thank you dad.” rafe calls out. oh my god these people are sick, he just covered up his sons murder with faking his own death what the fuck.

“atleast one of us is faithful.” he glares towards sarah, not without glancing to me.

“that’s psychopathic, both of you.” she spat at him. my eyes remains on the boy, his glare sending a horrible feeling over me.

 “like father like son,” you mumble as his eyes roam you up and down. holding an emotion you couldn’t decipher. you look around the room to escape his gaze. your stomach twisted, the heat in the room rises.

tears slide down your cheek, staring at the men before you. “i’d rather die, then ever be apart of your sick disgusting family.“ you spat

 rafe sighs, walking off as ward just gives me a stern look. you knew sarah didn’t take your words to heart, but you were just kidnapped and offered up as fucking bait.

 it’s pretty obvious my emotions right now.

-

after they left rose came in and sarah came up with a plan to escape, she pushes me first through the door and you dash off. turning back seeing sarah not too far behind, “go! we need to find a phone.”

 turning right running down a short hall as sarah heads the opposite way. you quickly come to a dead end, cursing to yourself. turning back towards sarah direction, you come close but freeze.

 she got caught, quickly shoving myself behind something to stay hidden you wait. no clue what the fuck to do, you look around able to glance at the ocean, no land, no phone, no nothing.

 stress arises through you, “okay, y/n... breathe.”

 pushing yourself out, quickly moving towards the complete opposite way. trying to be quiet, you hear wards voice from above. okay sarah and him must be up there, upper level.

 turning the hall, you making direct eye contact with rafe. heart dropping in your stomach, you dash around running as fast as you can. stairs that led downstairs was the best option, skipping steps to avoid him.

almost losing him you turn too fast on a corner, hand flying out to stable yourself. instead you grab a burning hot metal pipe, making you scream out in pain.

 you trip falling completely back, hand clutched close to your chest. rafe steps out into view. a whimper escapes your lips, trying to scoot back.

 “please, rafe.” you were begging at this point, completely terrified. “i-i never wanted to hurt you. im tr-trying to protect you!” he yells over me.

 the range of his tone made you shake visibly under me. “protecting me by hurting me? that’s not love rafe!”

 his hand grips your foot, yanking you closer, directly under him. “you think you know love? huh y/n? with that pogue boyfriend of yours!”

 you go to push him away but you forgot about your hand making you sob. rafe stops for a second, glancing at your hand. “let me see.”

 you try to move away but he grips you closer, “ATTENTION!” red lights blare across the boat making rafe distracted. you kick him in the balls before scrambling up and running away.

 “fuck!” his voice was heard but you didn’t stop until you found a good spot to hide for a moment. you try to regulate your breathing, but your breathe hitch at the sight of your hand.

 it was red and blistered, some skin even completely raw. looking down at your tank top, you rip some of the bottom. looking around you manage to see a small wooden spoon.

 placing it between your lips, you wrap your hand as delicately as you can. the speaker was still going off which was weird. when you finished you keep the spoon in your good hand, incase as you head towards the top of the boat.

 turning the corner you slam into someone, your eyes lifting to catch the last person you thought you’d see. “john b?”

 his arms wrap around you instantly, tears brimming. “i-is sarah with you?”

 you nod, “yes, but we got lost. ward has her john b, i think.” he analyzes your face.

 “are you okay, y/n. jesus.” he cups your chin softly to look closer, you shrug him off.

 “im fine, who is all here?”

 “everyone.”

 “okay you go find sarah, ill go find jj and them. be safe john b, im serious.” with a final look you both headed in seperate directions.

  passing by the main area to see it empty left you confused. yells coming from the other side, made you rush through the halls to stumble out on the side. “kie!” you scream towards her as she looks at you in awe.

 running forward you were surprised when the blunt force of a machete connected with your head. falling forward, dizzy as hell you felt arms grasp you.

 everything was doubled and your head pounded, but you stood up. held close to jj, you stumble slightly.

 “jj watch o-” jj’s bodies thumps forward, flipping you two over the boat. water immediately soaks you, almost inhaling some of it. you push up to the surface, barely able to notice jj upside down.

 “jj.” you push him on his back, resting his weight onto you. the light was too bright and you had no energy. “y/n!”

 kie quickly helps grab onto jj, you barely able to stay afloat yourself. “i-im so so-sorry.”

 the confession that left you broke kie’s heart, “no! no, y/n.” she begs, but your vision started to spot with black dots.

 “kie, im scared. i-i cant stay up.” the words escape you as your head dunks under. kie pulls you up but your arm slips out of her grasp, you struggle up to the top once more.

 “im so sorry, guys.” she sobs as she struggles, you try to keep afloat but you finally go under.

-

 you felt yourself being dragged out of the water, “come on y/n!” sarah sobs, patting your back. water escaping your lips, along with deep coughs.

 “oh my god.” your eyes flicker, trying to adjust to the lights as you were enveloped into a hug. your eyes finally focus on everyone.

“hurry go!”

“he has a gun!”

 everything was brought back as your eyes landed on an unconscious jj, you move forward quickly. landing beside him, hands gripping his face.

 “jj!” you tap him softly, “come on, baby. w-wake up, okay.” you began to softly sob, a gunshot goes off just as they get the thing to start.

 “jj! come on, pl-please dont leave me.” with that he coughs up water making you laugh.

“wassup?”

 “oh my god, never do that again.” you fell on top of his chest, relief spreading through you. even in the middle of nowhere you felt safe with him. anywhere.

#jj maybank smut #JJ Imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fluff #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x y/n #obx rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks imagine #barry outer banks

[x3kristax3]

Eternal Love

Chapter 2

It's been a week since that morning I came home. It's been seven days and who knows how many hours since he left me. My heart aches in ways I can't even describe. Jessy has stopped by making sure I eat and cleaning up. She finally got me to talk the other night and we drowned ourselves in wine and ice cream while watching horror movies. I haven't told Dan yet and I know that conversation was coming tonight as it was the night he and Jessy always came around to have fun.

I manage to get out of bed and move to the couch with my laptop. I have never been more grateful for this job than I am now. It allows me to work from home and as long as I tell my boss in advance no video chats. I just told him I was sick but still able to work. Eventually I know that isn't going to work but it's been a blessing this week.

I keep checking my phone all day hoping for something from him. Something to explain but still nothing. Instead I have a text from Lilly, I curse her under my breath. She only wants to talk to see how he is.

Lilly: MC, everything okay? We haven't heard from him or you.

MC: No everything isn't okay and please stop talking to me only to find out how he is. He left me a week ago and told me to move on.

MC: I'm gonna say you and Hannah should do the same thing and just forget him!

I sign off just as fast as I send that message and I'm glad it's the end of the day. I head into the kitchen and grab the Jack Daniels and take a drink from the bottle. It burns going down but at least it's a feeling. I hear the door unlock as Jessy has a key. 

"I don't know why you didn't knock like we always do" Dan states.

I sigh, I hope she doesn't tell him why. I turn around with the bottle still in my hand and I see them in the doorway.

"Hey don't start the fun without me" Dan laughs.

I smile the best I can and he instantly knows something is wrong.

"Still nothing?" My red haired best friend asks and I shake my head while taking another drink.

"What is going on?" Asks Dan.

"Jake is gone," I say, looking away from him. He wraps his arms around me. He's finally started walking again after the accident and I just cry into his chest.

"We will make you forget all about him," Dan says, lifting my head up. I lean against him not being able to say anything. 

I was expecting an 'I told you he was bad news' or something along those lines from Dan but he instantly goes into best friend mode.

Jessy grabs out all the junk food she has brought over and we make a table top on the bar between that and different alcohol. These two know exactly what I need after having my heartbroken by the man I thought was my forever. 

We pile on the couch and throw in movies after movies. I remember taking a silly picture of us but I don't do anything with it.

Jakes POV:

It's been seven days and 16 hours since I left her. I never wanted to fall in love but she did it. She made me fall in love with her. 

Tonight I'm in an abandoned warehouse tracking my pursuers. Sleep has not been my friend in a while and this last week has been worse. Everytime I close my eyes I see her smile, her sleeping. I feel her curled up against me afraid to lose me.

You see when I told her my location I knew what was going to happen. I knew she wouldn't let go of me but I needed to see her and feel her touch and kisses one more time before I broke her heart. Those hazel eyes as she spun around were full of love and feeling safe.

I knew I could never be HER safe haven. I also know she would give up everything for me if I so much as hinted at it.

I couldn't bring her into this world, more than I already had. She needed to live her life normally, before she got dragged into finding Hannah and falling in love with me. She needs a normal future, one not on the constant run. I have no idea when I can give her that and I knew it from the start. 

You see she's the good girl, the girl every guy wants. I'm troubled, she knew that but still fell. It's the typical good girl who falls in love with the bad boy. What the normal story doesn't tell is how the bad boy fell in love with her, but just wanted to keep her safe.

I hear my phone go off and I look and it's Lilly. I hadn't reached out and I wasn't planning on going until I knew I was safe. I sigh as I open the location on MC. I have to make sure they aren't tracking her. She's at home like she has been since she entered back in. I could pull up her webcam but it would just break my heart. I do follow her social media but lately she hasn't been posting but I keep a watch.

I see a photo pop up, which is odd at the time. It's a photo of her, Jessica, and Daniel curled up on the couch with drinks. I read the caption and my heart breaks.

When your world is falling apart, you can't ask for more than best friends, Jack Daniels, and lots of junk food.

The photo looks odd then I realize it's taken at night and it's now the next morning… eight days since I saw her smile at me, even in her sleep.

I set Nymos up and lean back on the couch trying to catch some sleep hoping she doesn't haunt my dreams.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #fanfic #mc x jake #everbyte duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom #jake duskwood

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 8

I haven't told Jake about the baby yet. I've been trying to work out a way to tell me but I haven't managed to get the words out. Everytime I go to tell him the words get stuck in my throat. The only person I have been able to tell is Jessy. I can't keep anything from her. She seemed quite relieved that it's not Phil's baby. She tried to hide it but it was written all over her face. Jake and Emma have been busy with their wedding planning Jake always apologizes if he's late coming round. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I can't keep seeing Jake like this even if I do love him. He's getting married to Emma so he's made his choice he wants to be with her.

Saturday night and I would normally be going out but instead I am stuck inside the apartment. I'm sitting on the sofa watching some trashy TV show, my mind drifting off to Jake. I grab my phone and do what needs to be done.

MC: Hi Jake, I can't do this face to face again. Call me a coward if you want but it's over Jake this time for good. You are getting married soon and I don't want to be that other woman. I don't want to be the woman that gets promised that you will leave your wife for me. Goodbye Jake I hope you have a happy life with Emma. I really hope that one day we can be at least friends. Love MC xx

I put my phone back down and my heart feels heavy but I know I have done the right thing. I can't carry on like this. I need to move on with my life and find someone that I want to be with that isn't getting married or who isn't already married. My first priority is this unborn baby, it's just going to be me and this little jelly bean. I can stand on my own two feet. It's time I took charge of my life instead of making stupid decisions. I'm going to show the world that I am not just some stupid emotional mess that can't live without a man.

It was the day of the wedding. I hadn't spoken or seen Jake since I sent that message to him. He tried phoning me but I didn't pick up. The jelly bean is growing so fast my bump is really showing now. I still haven't told Jake I am pregnant nor will I. This baby is mine. He has his new life now. This choice might make me selfish but I no longer care Jessy has tried to get me to tell him but I refuse to. Jessy got invited to the wedding. She tried to get me to go but I told her no. It really wouldn't be a good idea because if I do I will lose my self-control and blurt everything out. It's not far to Emma. She loves Jake and she wants to be with him.

Yes, part of me doesn't like that she's with him but I can't hold anything against her. She's a nice person. I'm trying to keep myself busy doing anything I can to keep my mind off what is happening today.

Jake's POV

Today is the day I get married not to the women of my dreams but to someone I hope I can grow to love. I've just finished getting myself ready for the wedding. I look at myself in the mirror and try to make the best of what I've got. I look at my phone and reread the last message MC ever sent me. It brings a tear to my eye and an ache in my heart. I miss her so much. I know I can not have her. She has chosen to move on and that is what I must do now. There is a knock at the door that breaks me out of my thoughts. I go to answer it and see Jessy standing there with a concerned look. "I know this is your big day and everything but I need to talk to you Jake" I stand to one side and let Jessy come in. "What's wrong Jessy? Is MC okay?" I watch as Jessy walks up and down before turning to me. "Jake I have to tell you something MC will kill me for saying but" just as Jessy was about to finish her sentence there was another knock at the door.

Before I got to answer the door it burst open and in came my mother "Jake look at my handsome boy I'm so proud" I felt my cheeks starting to turn a little red so I quickly tried to change the subject. "Mum this is Jessy, Jessy this is my mum Jill" Jessy and my mum shared a hug and greeted each other. "Is my boy all ready for the big day? I've just seen Emma and she looks beautiful in her dress" my heart feels like it's about to stop but I can't let my fears get in the way. I finish getting ready and put on my suit jacket and get ready to leave for the church. I could still feel Jessy's eyes burning into the back of my head but I didn't stop to find out what she wanted to tell me. MC is in my past now I need to move forward in my life.

Just as I made my way to the reception area the car pulled up outside the hotel. I can hear Jessy calling after me but I choose to ignore her and get in the car. As the car drives down the road I look out the window at all the passing people getting on with their day. I arrive at the church and I see so many people already there all gathered in their seats. I make my way towards the front of the aisle and sit down. I have so many emotions running around in my head I keep questioning if I am doing the right thing. Should I have tried harder to be with MC? Or should I just let her move on with her life.

It's time for me to take my place at the front and I watch Emma walk down the aisle with a big smile on her face. She reaches me and I list the veil over her head. The vicar is already to start the wedding. When he gets to the part asking if anyone has anything to say I want to speak and end this madness. When I'm about to speak up a voice from the back shouts I look back and see Jessy standing up. "Jake you can't do this you don't love her you love MC"

I turn to Emma and her face is full of so many emotions tears start to drop from her eyes "is this true Jake? Do you really still love her? I turn to Emma and take her hand. "It's not true Emma I love you" Jessy rushes towards the front of the church. "Jake you can't do this MC is pregnant with your baby" my mouth drops open I can't believe what Jessy has just told me. "What? Is that true Jessy? Is she really pregnant?" The look in Jessy's eyes says it all. "Yes Jake it's true, you need to go see you now Jake" I let go of Emma's hand and looked towards the back of the church at the doors. "I'm sorry Emma I can't do this" I let go of Emma's hands and ran out of the church.

I get so sick of watching TV that I decide to put on some music and sit by the window and draw. I haven't done this in awhile; it's something that always helped me sort through my problems. I always found it easier to draw my emotions by putting them onto paper. It's somewhat therapeutic. Lost in what I was doing my phone started ringing. I looked over and saw that it was Jessy. "Hey what's up? Wedding of the century over already" I could sense panic in Jessy's voice. "MC I'm so sorry but I told him, I stood up in front of everyone in the church and told him I'm so sorry" the phone started to fall from my hand hitting the floor. How could she do this to me? I never wanted Jake to find out and if he did I never wanted it to find out like this.

All of a sudden there was a knock at my door. I knew straight away who was standing on the other side. I walked over to the door and slowly answered it and there he was standing right in front of me. Before I could say anything Jake wrapped his arms around me I was in total shock. "Jake what are you doing? I thought you were getting married?" Jake slowly let go of me and looked my body up and down. "Why didn't you tell me MC? Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" I have a million answers going around my head but before I could answer them I asked Jake to come in. "Look Jake, the reason why I didn't tell you was because I didn't want to be that person that broke you and Emma up"

I watched as Jake sat down on the chair still looking at my baby bump. "I could have been there for you MC, I want to be there for you and the baby" As much as I admire Jake's words I wouldn't have wanted him to do that. "Jake this is why I didn't want to tell you you would have left Emma. It's not fair on her Jake. You can't just do that to someone Jake it's not fair" I walk over and sit near Jake as I let him think about what I've said. "But MC I still love you I always have, I want to be with you" I can't be that person not anymore I can't let him do this.

"Jake I can't let you do this as much as it hurts you should go back and marry Emma it's the right thing to do" I see a look on Jake's face that I've never seen before, a look of a man that's just lost everything. "MC I can't go back I don't want to go back I love you so much I left Emma at the church i couldn't marry her I don't love her I love you"

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[the-gift-of-submission]

Inside a Submissives Soul

Dear Diary -

The weekend arrives and with it comes him. We are messaging more than just regularly, both dealing with lots of stuff and I am finding myself worrying about him even when he tells me he is ok. He is sharing his vulnerable side, he is emotional, I am honoured he can show this side of himself to me. I will always be here to wipe away his tears, hold him close and tell him I've got him, my support will always be unconditional along with my love for him.

Picked up the Friday evening, staying local for the evening, our spot by the canal. We picked up a few bits at the supermarket, I wanted some flowers, I had asked him before hand if he wouldn't mind taking me to place them where someone very special to me is resting. I also wanted a milkshake, we got everything we needed, got parked up at the canal and chilled for the evening. We could have gone to the pub down the road or gone for a walk but I was quite happy with us just chilling for the night. Spending our time close together, there isn't ever a time we are not.

We played, he has me orgasming on cue now, I am still mindblown on how it is happening. I still have trouble with the intensity, he tells me to relax, he tells me when he wants a big one too. My body completely surrenders to him, I don't know how he does it. I don't recall everything again, I am struggling to process and remember things lately with so many internal and external changes going on. I do remember I entered a state of Catharsis, I don't know how to describe how I feel it's an overwhelming feeling, so many emotions all at once, some feelings I'm not familiar with, others I have felt deeply. It has similarities to other types of upset but I can't put my finger on it. I remember him being there to get me through it and even though I tried to push him away, he didn't go anywhere, he kept me safe and comforted me until I became calm again.

The next morning we didn't rush to ourselves, he made a warm drink for us both and we had abit of breakfast with what is available on the van. He took me to the place I needed to go to, I got upset, I do everytime, it always makes me emotional, he stood with me and held me. I can't thank him enough for taking me and being with me, he even bought the flowers, he has no idea how much it all means to me, it is something I will carry all my life. I always take time coming down from such things, I reminisced about things whilst we made our way to a place about an hour away. A posh town, visited alot when I was a child, lovely place. He got us parked up, we wandered down to the river and had a warm drink and a little snack whilst we talked for a while about various d/s things. Always important to discuss things even if we have talked about it before.

Before going to a wander around the town, we got an icecream, they still had the ones I would get as a child, it was great! We had a look in various shops, stopped for a drink when needed, it was really pleasant. It was nice to have this with him, to look around, window shop or actually shop, hand in hand almost the entire time. When we had to return to the van we set off for another nearby town to spend the night, this is also a lovely town, not as posh but it has some quirky shops, many cafes and restaurants. We went for a bite to eat, I really fancied pizza so that's what we had and later a little drink in a bar pretty much next to where we parked up, it was a nice place, quirky and cool.

We went back to the van to chill and snuggle for the rest of the night. I am soon wearing my collar, I really love how it makes me feel and it is comfortable to wear too. I said to him I had brought my leather bodysuit harness I had bought some time ago, he said he would help me with fitting as he can adjust it with his leather work experience. In my red underwear, he helped me get strapped up in it and I couldn't help but feel the deep throb like ache between my legs, yes it was sexy but there was something about him being involved with getting me into it. He had his look of concentration, I see this look when he has his focus as a Dominant. He was really helpful and made me feel incredibly sexy in it. Once he had set it up on me, a few minor adjustments needed but it fit nontheless.

He started groping at me from behind, his hands over my chest pulling my bra cups down to expose my studs to pinch and tweak at them. He rubbed between my legs, between my peach cheeks, I was already burning ready to release and this made things a whole lot hotter. He instructed me to give him my wrists putting them inside his wrists restraints then linking them on my harness. I loved this, the restriction really makes me pop inside. I hear him unbuckling his jeans, he bent me forward and pulled my thong aside and entered me. Boom, I was gone.

My head fuzzed over, I was ready to orgasm, he gives me permission, "cum", I do, many times, I ask when he hasn't said for me to when I am close enough or can't hold onto it any longer. Denial is incredibly hard and I know there will be times I will fail. At the moment, he says I am a very good girl, I am really trying to be, I listen to him, he radiates through me all the even when I am in subspace and I can't see, hear or feel anything else around him. I drop into subspace at some point, I don't remember much. He tells me the following day about getting me to get up on the bed and removing my harness, he was going to remove my collar too but I insisted for him not to. He brings me out of subspace before he says it is time to sleep, I am aware of this but often don't recall the transition because I am tired in a way I haven't experienced. He is adamant that subspace and sleep shouldn't be associated. I completely agree despite how good it feels and having no previous experience of it.

I think I slept reasonably well. We played in the morning, it is becoming quite the ritual for a Sunday morning to consist of snuggles on waking followed by me giving him oral before he penetrates me. I orgasm like an absolute trooper, whatever he has unlocked within me it has me releasing on cue almost immediately on and off for extended periods of time. I am in sexual bliss and I enter subspace again, this seems to be a big trigger for it so far.

After bringing me out of subspace again, I am feeling good but I seem to struggle with being in a zombie like state for the rest of the day. We go for a wander, brealfast, we have a cuppa and cakes, pick up a few bits and pieces. We have a really nice day, as per, spending time with him in any way is my favourite thing to do, it doesn't have to be play related, I just love being with him. Play is obviously a big bonus. We are set to head back to reality, I am raging inside, my ache is still burning away and I can't seem to curb it along with the strange dream like zombie state.

I am eager to play before we set off, he suggests I play with myself as he drives, he gave me permission to remove all my bottom half so I can play for him. I get my shoes and socks off but I'm a mess, if you didn't know me you could think I was drunk or high, I tell him my body doesn't feel like my own and all of a sudden I feel overwhelmingly emotional. I know I'm beginning to freak out, I feel myself slip into what felt like subspace but it wasn't, I just couldn't function. He tells me he knows what this is and tells me to hold on so he can pull over, he does and comes around to my side, opens the door and holds me close. I am already crying but so much more follows, it just hits me like a tonne of bricks yet again. He says this is part 2 of the Catharsis I had the night before last, this is why he tells me to let it all out. For whatever reason, I don't let it all out, I push it back down and get on with it.

Through this time, he is my strength despite his own emotional state. He is firm with me when it comes to me accepting and understanding him as I tend to show resistance, not deliberately, I just don't see things the way others do in many things especially about myself. I have a very negative perspective of myself. He challenges that on a regular basis and I am slowly getting to grips with it. Maybe one day I will be completely able to take everything he says without any of the doubt and skepticism in my head.

I calm after a while, he has helped me push through to the other side and we can continue the journey back to reality. I would say home but home has changed for me. He is my home, the place I currently live is not and the day we are able to be together permanently, is the day I am now working towards with him. We have a long way to go but I know we will get there eventually, making the most of what we have right now. Dropping me off, kiss and cuddle asking him to message me when he is back safe. I will see him in 72 hours, the countdown begins again.

[itsniykeee]

May 17, 2022

Welp... I got my heartbroken in probably the most disturbing and disrespectful way. I got basically ghosted by the person that I was in a relationship with. I went through my stages - sadness, anger, grief, frustration... and now honestly, I just feel like I’m numb. 

I was probably lovebombed in the most extreme way... and I believed everything that this man said. I had matched with him when I was in Vegas because he was also there for work. I was going through my matches on tinder and unmatching everyone who I didn’t talk too. We talked on there, got along and exchange numbers. 

Two days into talking, he told me that he only wanted to talk to me and that he was going to delete his dating apps. I was shocked... one, I barely even knew this guy and two, I’ve never met anyone who was so willing to settle down. It scared me but I was willing to take that risk. 

I ended up deleting my apps and he was going to come visit me. He kept telling me that I was his girl and that we were going to get married so that we could be stationed together. I kept asking him over and over again, are you sure that you want this and everytime, he said yes. 

When he came, it was like my soulmate. Everything about him was perfect. Tall, handsome, funny, amazing sex. I found out he was previously married and that he has a son... and usually I don’t do that type of thing - but I was so willing to make things work with him that I was going to look past it and work through it with him. 

He left and we got into a relationship... then things slowly started to fizzle out. We went from talking every second to not talking at all. And I got it ya know.. he’s a firefighter, he has a crazy schedule. But all I wanted from him was to communicate that with me. 

We literally had a conversation about how is communication needed to get better and that if we wanted things to work, we needed to work on it. He wanted to work on things, he wanted to make our long distance relationship work. But then 2 days after that conversation... he goes completely ghost. I don’t even get broken up with nothing. Then yesterday, he blocks me on everything... so I pop off. 

I have never been more disrespected in my entire life. I have never been played in the worst way. Do I regret going off on him? To some degree yes, because I could have remained civil. But I needed that. I debated apologizing but taking all things into perspective, he doesn’t deserve anymore of my time and energy. 

Aaron... you hurt me in the most disrespectful and hurtful way possible. I allowed myself to be vulnerable for you, I let down my walls for you and gave you my heart. You took that and stomped on it a million times. I hate you, I hate you so fucking much... but it’s because I loved you. My heart has been aching badly the last week but I can’t physically cry anymore than I have. You aren’t worth my time, tears, energy and anything. I looked at you and thought that it was forever... but I guess forever for you didn’t mean the same. I genuinely wish you the best in life, even though I wish that it could have been me. I was okay before I met you... and trust me, it’ll take some time, but I’ll be okay someday. I’m going to take it day by day and let myself feel all these emotions. I pray someone doesn’t fuck you over the same way that you did to me. I would never wish that on my worst enemy. I loved you Aaron, but I can’t love you anymore. I’m letting you go and even though I may not get the closure I need, I’m choosing to be free. 

Nikki