#so there's that. it's really straight into the deep end because we've been told to transliterate as little as possible but slowly i am

[youssefguedira]

wrote my second ever paragraph in arabic today and now i have a headache

#im not gonna show any of you because it has my other name and my family's names in it and also where i study if you can read that part. so #but it IS good. its literally the same as my first one but with more information and smaller handwriting #i can use verbs and adjectives now. so that's cool #neon has thoughts #i have a headache possibly from lack of water but also because it is a Lot of focus to write / read it for me rn #like i do think i could probably read this one which is good because last time i was not confident about that #so there's that. it's really straight into the deep end because we've been told to transliterate as little as possible but slowly i am #learning to swim

[itsmealaiah]

so okay this might seem rlly weird but if u do fanfics then can u make like a tom kaulitz fanfic where tom has been really cold to "the reader" n then the reader wants to break up n then tom gets like rlly mad and upset and they have like rlly angry sx 🤗😭 if this is too weird or smt then its totally fine and sorry i didnt get into detail too much im not good with writing 😭😭 also love you 🤞

oh my goodness yes a million times yes

You're not leaving me (tom kaulitz x fem reader)

2022 Tom x Fem Reader

Tags/ warnings: yelling, shattering of objects, threatening, slight blood/ cuts, unprotected intercourse, all the regular smut features, I'll try to cover every base bc I love this request 😘 🫶 😍

In this story, I'm absolutely not saying Tom Kaulitz is a bad person. This fanfiction is all my imagination and has nothing to do with how he actually acts and is in real life. Thank you, and enjoy.

also MDNI

Your POV:

It's been three weeks since Tom returned from tour, and he hasn't said but a couple words to me. I was growing more and more distant from him by the day, and I knew he was too. He was always working, rehearsing, or on tour. Truth was, I missed him. I missed him so much it hurt.

I tried talking to him so many times, to which he just blew me off, giving me no acknowledgment whatsoever, as if I'm invisible. And seeing him with all those girls at interviews made me feel even worse. I was growing tired of no affection, and was planning to end the relationship.

We've been together for two years, and I hated wasting what we had, but I needed someone who cared for my needs, who gave me love and all of them. I had been avoiding this, trying to find good in him but it became too much to bear at this point.

I gathered my confidence, and walked to his office where he sat, clearly tensed as he worked on music for the album. "Tom?" I asked, trying not to startle or annoy him. I shouldn't even have to do that, my reason for this attempt.

"What?" He shouted, getting up and walking over to where I stood, leaning on the door frame. Fear began to build up, and I felt helpless as his tall body was against me, angered already. "What could you possibly need?" He hissed.

He pushed me out of the office roughly, nearly throwing me into the living room. I stood my ground, firm. "I want to break up" I finally said, getting my worst fear of what could happen out of my system. I'm not going to be pushed around anymore. He neared me, huffing lowly.

"What?" He said, and I immediately regretted my decision, but it needed to be said. "I want to break up" I repeated, still holding my ground. "I heard you the first time" He yelled, and began to smash every memory we had built together, the picture frames, the little trinkets we had collected, shattered onto the ground within mere seconds.

I let him continue his rage, too afraid to move. I let him destroy everything, every solid core memory we had together because I was too fucking scared. "Weak" My head told me over, and over, and over, replaying like some sickness, corrupting my thoughts. He paused, and stopped, looking straight at me.

I didn't recognize this man at first, this man with hate, anger, pure, unfiltered anger in his deep brown eyes. I hadn't recognized him at all for the past three weeks, to be truthful to myself. I missed that man he was before tour, before all of this. I didn't know what happened, or if anything even happened at all.

Maybe he was just sick of me, sick of my constant bullshit. He picked up a vase and threw it straight at me, causing my skin to break and blood to slowly seep out. I felt it but didn't do anything, fear in my feeble, small body too strong to comprehend anything.

He looked at my arm, the red liquid making its way down the skin. He stopped in his mission of destruction and approached me again. I was too scared to form simple words, let alone full sentences.

"Go upstairs, now." He demanded. "I'll give you a few minutes to clean your wound but be ready. I want you stripped, bare." He pushed me in the direction of the stairs. I was paralyzed. "Move bitch! Now!" His hands were placed on my back, making me nearly fall over. I stumbled, but quickly regained my balance.

I walked up the stairs, the blood seeping out so much it made my head go fuzzy as I trudged up the final step. I made it to our bedroom, more likely his bedroom, and opened the door to the bathroom adjoined to the room.

I grabbed bandaids, and some cream for the cut, rubbing it in deep. "What did he say?" I tried my best to remember the words he roared at me before forcing me up here. "Something..bare?" I couldn't quite form proper thoughts, I had lost a good amount of blood.

"Stripped bare" My brain corrected, finally beginning to work again. I sighed and then my eyes widened in understanding. "Great" I muttered, cleaning the rest of the liquid off of my sore arm. I stepped into the dim-lit bedroom and began to undress.

I laid back on the bed, the cold air making its way to my skin. I heard the subtle sound of footsteps outside the room and the door clicking. I was looking up at the ceiling, trying with all of my might to not look at Tom. "You actually listened" His deep voice echoed throughout the room, seeming to bounce around.

He stepped onto the bed, hovering above my still-lying body. I was too afraid to move. His lips began to work on my neck, leaving marks. He was still fully clothed. His hands traveled down my skin, pulling me against him. A moan was beginning to build itself inside my throat, soon begging to be let out.

His lips were still at my neck, but his head rose slowly, lips hovering over mine. His breath was hot and ragged as he attacked my mouth, tongue fighting my own for dominance. His hands groped the sides of my head, and I was squirming underneath him. I moaned into his mouth, and I felt his lips curve into a smile.

"Good girl" He told me, pulling his shirt above his head. He again attacked my lips, tugging at them so hard they might've split and bled.

I whimpered loudly as his lips wrapped around my nipple. My back began to arch off the bed but his hands pushed me down roughly, and I gasped. "Stay still schlampe" He commanded as his tongue lapped around the bud. I nearly screamed, trying to hold my groans in.

He slipped his pants off, revealing his boxers. I whined and reached for him, trying to hold him close. "Be patient" He demanded, finally stripping out of the underwear. He held me down, hot breath fanning against my earlobe.

"Be good for me, and I'll let you come" He said, breath ragged. I gasped, and his head lifted from my ear. "Ready?" He asked, his length teasing my entrance. "Don- don't do that" I huffed, whimpering. "Do what? This?" He plunged into me and began pounding in and out, tears beginning to cloud my eyes.

I screamed in pleasure. His pace was frantic, the brutal thrusting making my back arch up off the bed. His hand began to rub between my folds, and my hips jerked up. "Such a good fucking toy" His voice was husky as he made me moan so loud the neighbors were probably going to complain.

He was looking up at me the entire time, sweat dripping down his forehead. I was panting, choked sobs left my throat, escaping through my parted lips."Please please stop" I cried out, as his pace was ruthless.

"You really think -fuck- I'm going to stop after what you did?" He groans, rocking me back and forth, the headboard slamming into the wall. My moans were getting more quiet, sobs overtaking them. I was too busy having my body drunk in pleasure to fully compute what the hell was actually happening.

He groaned and began to twitch inside me. "You almost there love?" He asked through a whimper. I nodded and began to feel the familiar knot build up. He released in me, juices coating my inner walls. I moaned and scratched his back as I came, thighs shaking after I did. "I'm not done yet" He grinned.

His fingers were pushing the liquids back in, making me sob. I was beginning to get overstimulated, which is what I could only guess he wanted. He rubbed my slick harshly, and I began to cry. The pain was quickly melting into pleasure as I shook. He looked up at my teary eyes, thrusting his fingers into me roughly.

"Tom!" I screeched, my second release coming hard and fast. He didn't stop, knowing I was close again. He never left me edged, always wanted me to reach the peak of pleasure, which was troubling me now.

"Stop!" I screamed again, his eyes widened and he pulled his fingers out. I was sobbing, my whole body shaking. "Oh love" He sighed, hugging me tightly. "Why did you ignore me before" I cried out, squeezing him. "I missed you" I sniffled into his chest. "I'm sorry schatzi, I just thought you didn't want to be with me anymore, which was kind of true"

He rubbed the back of my head calmingly. I soon fell asleep, wrapped up in his embrace. "Goodnight sweet girl" He tucked me in and nestled against me, eyes shutting and sleep taking over his body

a/n: i'm gonna try and two 2 writings a day now. next week i might only do one per day depending on schedules xx alaiah

also THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST LOVE YOUU ❤️ 😍 🫶 😘

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x you #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #itsmealaiah

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are. You?

And I'm back, once again! But now ,with one of my original ideas!

I hope you'll like it!

PENALTY GONE WRONG

They were all having fun recording an episode os SKZ-Talker with Rain sunbaenim. They chatted, reminded Rain that he was old. Everything was going well, until the last segment in which they all got a drink and mixed betweem them, there was a penalty drink.

Said drink unfortunately ended up in Felix's hand. He started to chug it which immediately told everyone in the room that he had gotten the penalty drink. Making even Rain subaenim laugh by the obviousness.

Ther all had fun reactions, laughing.

But none of them were expecting the turn of events that drink would cause.

Felix decided to chug it instead of spitting it out immediately. And he soon realised that that might've been one of his worst life decisions. He is known in the grouo for having a rather sensitive gag reflex, but it seemed that he had forgotten that when he decided to chug the penalty drink.

After finishing most of it, he gagged turning his face away. He thought that that was it. Just a gag, a normal reaction to a bad tasting drink.

But, unfortunately for him, his body had other plans. Without noticing, he gagged again, but this time, it brought up the drink he had just drank.

- Felix!?

Chan immediately reacted getting up from his seat.

It caught everyone by surprise, and even himself. He was in a state of shock. But everyone else's shock was turning into worriness. They all turned to him and started speaking and upon seeing his little brother obvious shock, Chan got closer to him and ordered the members to back away.

- Calm down. Give him some space.

Putting a hand on Felix shoulder Chan began asking him a few questions to assess the situation.

- Felix? What's going on?

He said getting the cup from the boy's hand.

Felix was so stunned with what had just happened he could barely gather his thoughts correctly.

- I- I dont know...

- Were you feeling sick before?

- No. I was fine.

Indeed, he was fine before. He wasnt feeling anything strange, no stomach ache, no nausea, nothing. That's why he was surprised, he didnt have any sort of warning from his body that a simple gag would bring up vomit with it.

- Okay, do you think you're going to be sick again?

Chan asked already kneeling beside him.

- I dont know. Not really.

Felix comteplated for a few seconds before looking at his brother.

- Hyung, can you take me to the bathroom?

He said defeated, he didnt exactly know what he was feeling, but he decided not to trust his body.

- Sure. let's go.

Chan stood up and helped Felix up. Putting an arm around his waist. The boy wasnt really feeling faint but he was so stunned, that his body lost strength.

- Minho-ya, Come with me.

Minho was quick to get by Felix side and grabbed him as well.

While they were heading to the bathroom, Felix started to feel strange, there was this burning sensation in his throat and his mouth was filling with saliva. He grabbed his hyungs hands for comfort and squeezed them until his knuckles turned white.

Chan and Minho were quick to notice that Felix was swallowing convulsively and kept looking forward, as if trying to control his body.

As soon as they got to the bathroom they went straight to the sink with Felix, given that his back was still injured and making him bend over a toilet was only going to make the boy feel worse.

He grabbed the edges of the sink, gripping just as tight as he did before with his hyungs hands.

Chan was quick to help him.

- Hey, hey. It's okay, we're here with you. We've got you.

Chan said reassuringly as he put his hand on Felix back and Minho was massaging his nape.

Felix didnt want to be sick because he wasnt feeling sick before to begin with. He thought that if it was just his gag reflex acting up, there was no need to be sick anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to take deep, controlled breaths, while swallowing down the urge to vomit again.

- Hey. Dont hold it in. If it's making you feel bad you need to let it out. Trust me, okay?

Chan said rubbing Felix's back from his lower back upwards.

He tried his best to keep his body under control but Chan's reassuring words and Minho's made him feel safe, made him realize there was no need to try to be tough.

- Come on, Felix, trust me, you're gonna feel better afterwards and we are here with you, okay?

- okay...

Felix took one last deep breath before allowing his body to do what it needed to do.

It didnt take long for his stomach to contract bringing up a strong wave of vomit that made his back painfully arch. They all noticed that the movement made his back hurt so they were quick to steady him.

A wet burp brought more pale brown liquid up hitting the sink with a sickening sound.

His hyungs kept rubbing his back and holding him.

After a few minutes, Felix felt empty and somewhat relieved and better.

Chan helped him rinse his mouth and the boy tried to keep himself up, but the movement earlier made his back hurt to the point his legs lost strength.

Lee Know was quick to grab him and guide him to sit on the ground.

- There, I got you. You're okay.

Minho said sitting beside him.

- how are you feeling now, Felix? Better?

- I guess so...

Chan kneeled in front of them putting a hand on Felix's shoulder to talk to him, while Minho left to get a water bottle for the boy.

- Hey, Felix, what happened? Were you feeling sick before?

The leader said with a tender expression.

- I dont know what happened hyung.... I was okay, I wasnt feeling anything, aside from the back pain. I think it was just my gag reflex.

- If you knew it was, why did you drink it then?

Chan asked trying not to sound like he was scolding him.

- I guess...I just didnt want to ruin the fun and draw the attention to me if I had to explain why I couldnt drink it.... but I guess I drew even more attention to me...

He tried to give a small smile.

- Okay. I understand you.

At that time, Minho arrived with the water which Felix gladly accepted and drank it in small sips, he knew it better than to further irritate his stomach.

After he finished he looked at his hyungs with pleading eyes.

- Hyung, I want to finish recording.

- Are you sure? You dont have to if you're feeling sick. I'm sure they'll understand.

- No. I want to finish recording. I am feeling better.

- Okay. I'll go talk to them but for now, you're gonna do as I say, okay? I want you to go to my studio with Minho. You're in shock with what happened and you need some time to rest and listen to your body. Let's go.

They carefully helped Felix up, with Minho and Chan wrapping their arms around him. After he was standing, he winced a bit at the sudden pain that he felt.

His hyungs noticed that and were heartbroken because they knew Felix couldnt take his pain medicine with an empty stomach.

Chan put the passcode to his studio and the three of them went in. They carefully sat down with Felix on the couch and Chan sat on his chair to talk to his dongsaengs.

- Felix, I am gonna let you finish recording. But for now you're gonna stay here and calm down okay? You were in shock because you werent expacting that to happen.

- Okay, hyung.

The boy was indeed shocked, his hands were shaking and he couldnt really think straight.

They noticed his hands were shaking too much, even in that stituation.

- Felix, what's wrong?

Minho said lowering his head to look into his dongsaeng's eyes just to see a tear ready to drop down.

- My back...my back hurts so much. It hurts so bad it's making me feel sick.

Felix said sobbing.

Lee Know immediately started massaging his nape.

- Hey, Felix, I need you to try and eat something, okay? So you can have your pain killer.

- I'll...I'll try...

- I'm gonna go and talk to the members and our subaenim.

- okay.

The younger ones said as they returned their attention to Felix and Chan left the room.

Felix tried his best not to pay any attention to the pain but it was getting annoying. He felt cold sweat running down his back and his mouth salivating.

- Hyung. I think I'm gonna throw up again.

He said grabbing his hyung's hand.

He didnt know why but he needed someone to keep him calm. He needed to feel grounded.

Minho looked at him with a pained expression. Seeing his dongsaeng like this was just unbearable.

- Hey, I've e got you, alright? You're okay. Just let it out.

Minho said putting the bin underneath the boy's chin.

Felix oppened his mouth and immediatelly threw up bile. His stomach was completely empty, but was determined to get everything out. Felix was starting to think it was punishment for drinking the penalty drink.

- there you go.

Minho said while rubbing his back and massaging his nape.

Felix was grateful he had his members with him, or he'd gone crazy.

After he was finished, Minho handed the water bottle so he could rinse his mouth.

- Here, sit back on the couch. Try to relax your body a little.

- Hyung, do you have your nausea pill with you?

- Yes. I'll go get it. Leave the door open.

Minho said as he left the room, leaving Felix alone.

He was feeling horrible, he felt guilty for drinking that and getting sick and worrying the members, and to top that, his back that was hurting before, was almost unbearable now. Arching his back when he threw up earlier just made it hurt more.

After a few minutes Minho returned followed by Hyunjin and Chan.

- Hey, Felix. How are you? You're okay?

Hyunjin asked sitting beside him and gently wrapping his arms around him.

- I dont know anymore...

- Felix, I got the pill. But let's just chat for a bit so you can calm down and then you take the pill, okay?

- Okay.

- So, what happened back there? Were you already feeling sick?

- No, not at all. It was just my gag reflex, as soon as the drink hit halfway through it immediately came up. I didnt know I was going to be sick. I wasnt feeling anything at all. But now it triggered my stomach so I'm feeling nauseous and my back is hurting because of the movement.

- Felix, if you knew your gag reflex would act up, you shouldn't have taken it.

Chan said with a more serious tone of voice.

- I know...like I said before, I just didnt want to ruin the fun.

- I understand you. But next time listen to your body, okay?

- Understood hyung.

- I talked to the others and our sunbaenim and they said we could take a break until you're feeling better to resume recording.

- Okay.

Felix stayed at Chan's studio with Minho and Hyunjin and after a while the others came one by one to see how he was doing.

He had managed to take the pill Minho brought and it made him sleepy. He had been cuddling Hyunjin since the boy got to the studio and fell asleep in his arms.

They were all relieved to see him sleeping like that because it meant that he wasn't paying attention to the pain in his back. He couldn't take his medication and his hyungs were worried about his pain, but they thought that maybe sleeping would help.

After about 40 minutes, he woke up, feeling a little better although he felt something was still off. But he thought that he could end recording and then go home.

- Hey. You're awake. How are you feeling?

- A bit better. Still feels off and my back is hurting... I just want to finish recording and go home...

- Okay then. Let's go.

Like he thought, he did manage to finish recording but by the time the director said it was done he was sweating like he had run a marathon and he was shaking as well. Everyone noticed the obvious distress he was in and got closer to him.

- Hey, Felix, what's wrong?

- M-my back...it's pounding...

When throwing up earlier, arching his back worsened his injury and he was in imense pain, to the point he was sweaty, pale and felt faint and nauseous.

- Hyung...I feel dizzy and sick...

- Can you stand? Can you make it to the bathroom?

- I don't know...

Felix tried standing up but the moment he put strength on his legs, he felt a sharp pain and sat back down almost immediately.

- I guess that's a no. Can someone grab me a bucket or a bin?

One of the boys ran to get the trashcan in the practice room and gave to Chan who placed it on Felix's lap and helped him hold it.

He felt his mouth fill with saliva and spat it out on the trashcan. It was just thick saliva coming out, he wasn't even gagging just spitting it out because he felt like if he swallowed it hed throw up right away.

He didn't want that, but he felt nauseous and each time his back throbbed in pain, the nausea would get worse.

His stomach jumped making him gag wetly into his hand but he managed to hold it in, feeling relieved after doing so, but soon finding out his body didn't want that.

- Felix, if it's bothering you, let it out.

Felix just shook his head, he didn't want to throw up, not again. But he had no choice, another jump inside his stomach made its contents shoot up and he felt it hit the back of his throat.

He ducked his head as a wet burp brought out a thick stream of vomit hitting the bottom of the bucket, the noise making the boys flinch.

- there we go. You're doing good.

Chan said as he rubbed Felix's back up and down.

Felix broke into a coughing fit caused by a piece of food that got stuck in his throat and that triggered another bout of vomit to come out.

- Easy mate. Take it easy.

Chan reassured now rubbing Felix's chest to provide some relief and comfort. Felix tried to focus on his brother's touch and took a deep breath in.

- There. That's it.

Chan reassured continuing the movement and getting Felix's hair out of his face that was damped with sweat.

Another gurgle in his stomach sent even more hot liquid up his chest that gushed out with a wet burp, mixing with the vomit inside the trashcan with a sickening sound. And after that, he was left dry heaving and spitting out saliva.

- I think you're done. Straighten your back and take a deep breath.

Chan said as he gently rubbed Felix's chest and back, and breathing with him, trying to calm him down.

- Thanks, hyung...I'm sorry...

- Don't apologize. But next time, please listen to your body and tell us, okay?

Chan said, taking the trashcan from his lap and giving to one of the members, who made a disgusted face that everyone laughed at, as he quickly walked away to dispose of it.

- I wanna go home...

- We will.

The staff had seen the disaster unfold before their eyes so they were ready to take the boys home. Given how Felix was complaining about his back pain, they deemed it best to take him to his doctor first to make sure that his back injury hadn't worsened in the last few hours.

Thankfully it didn't, the doctor told them it was just a temporary strain to his injury but it would go away in a day or two. Since he was in considerate pain, the doctor prescribed him an IV pain medication and a nausea one as well, that kept him in the hospital for at least two hours before he could go home. But it worked, the pain was controlled, the nausea seemed to have faded away and he was sleepy.

The boy was so tired he slept the entire ride home and barely woke up to get out of the car. The members helped him bath and eat and took care of him for the rest of the day, the way he deserved.

Since they were all worned out from the schedules, they ended up falling asleep, cuddled to each other in the living room for the rest of the day, and the rain outside felt like it was washing away their fatigue.

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[blaidd-gwyn]

Okay I'm here shouting about the Jaskier crumbs because I was in the same boat on Saturday!!! They have have me going nuts. I completely forgot how much 5 seconds of bard can take over my entire brain, even without all the new Joey interviews! I don't know what I'm gonna do come Christmas when there are More Than Five Seconds of Bard XD

What do you think is going on in said crumbs? The fire and mud are really making me think of the great oak incident, but the magic-ish-looking lute have me suspecting some sort of post-season-two lute resurrection. Thoughts?

Honestly before the trailer I was thinking maybe the almost three year hyperfixation might be starting to let up a little. But no, it slammed into me full force and dragged me deep under all over again. The Joey interviews on top of that have both helped and made it worse for me 😂. I don't think I'm prepared for the person I'm gonna become on Christmas day.

My first thought when I saw the still with him on the ground with his hands tied was that it was Bleobheris/great oak too since that would fit in with what we've already been told. But yeah the lute thing makes me think it's post s2 since it would be a good opportunity to give him a new lute.

So now I'm thinking he's going to split from Geralt pretty quickly in s3 since it looks like it's snowing in the trailer, and I'm pretty sure s2 ends in like, early March-ish (assuming their months are the same as ours). Which doesn't leave much time for there to still be snow. But hey, since when have the timelines in the witcher ever made sense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also, the lute in the trailer has a completely different design to Jaskier's old one since it has sort of floral/natural looking lines whereas Jaskier's old one had very straight lines in a sort of braided pattern. So if he does get that lute, it's 100% a different one, not just his old one but fixed

#I may have analysed the hell out of the crumbs #also in the wider shot of him standing there (with his tit out) #you can see feinnwedd (or however you spell it) on the ground next to him which I thought was cool #jaskier #blood origin

[depravity-n-savagery]

Imagine being someone who writes smut stories, and you're dating Eddie.

He'd definitely read them to you. 😏

‎♡‧₊˚ Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader - 18+ smut blurb

⊹ ੈ♡ — — — — — — — — — — — ₊˚ ‧₊ ๑ ˎˊ˗

You try to hide the hobby from him at first. Embarrassed because you think he'd be freaked out. Especially if he finds the stories you've written about him, filled with sexual fantasies and scenes of things you wish he'd do to you in reality.

Then one day he's looking through your bookbag while you use the bathroom. Just to copy some of your notes for class. Instead he finds THE notebook. Dog-eared right at the end of the most recent short story you wrote about him. It was absolute filth. All the rough treatment that you were too shy to ask for. The dirty words you longed to hear him say to you. The positions. The passion. It surprised him how much it all turned him on. Knowing his seemingly innocent girl was a lot hornier than she let on.

So he has an idea.

By the time you came back into the bedroom, he was standing at the foot of the bed with your notebook open in his hands. It felt like all the blood drained from your body, and your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach. Oh my god. He probably thinks I'm so fucking gross now.

Until he starts to read. Out loud.

"He stood there, looking sexy as ever. Like the new-age sculpture of a Greek deity. Soft skin over hard muscle, like carved marble. To others, he was plain and even repulsive. To me? He was an adonis."

He read your words like they were highly respected literature. The way one would perform Shakespeare (minus the old type of accent). That part didn't surprise you. You were used the dramatic ways he told stories during his Hellfire campaigns. Still, there was something about the way he bled seduction into the delivery. It kept you nailed to your spot by the door. Frozen as he continued with a grin.

"I really like this part here." He said, guiding his eyes to the proper paragraph with his index finger on the page. "Nobody felt pleasure in giving pleasure the way Eddie did. He could give it to you softly as a gift, or wield it roughly as a weapon. Attacking your clit and holding it hostage until you surrendered. Taking you out with a deep whisper of encouragement." His voiced dropped in tone, dripping with sex. "There you go. That's my good girl." Ghh

It made your heart race, throbbing in your chest, ears and another area that was beginning to feel very neglected. "I- Eddie, I can explain. I never meant for you to-"

"To find this?" Eddie held the book up, closing it but keeping his thumb in place so he wouldn't lose the page. He closed the distance between you, and softly kissed your lips. So chaste it felt out of place, given the words he just said to you barely a minute ago. "Sweetheart, I'm not upset or weirded out. Is this-" He gestured with the book again. "-the kind of stuff you really want from me?"

It was impossible to lie straight to his face. You've never been able to do it, even before you became a couple. So you bit the bullet and nodded your head slowly.

"Why didn't you say so? All this time I was taking it slow because I thought you wanted it that way. You never seemed fully satisfied. But from what I've read so far... I could've been fucking your brains out for months now."

He reached behind you and closed the bedroom door, locking it so his uncle wouldn't open it whenever he got in from work. The book was opened again, and flipped right to the start of the first smut scene. "Get on the bed, baby. We've got a lot to catch up on."

♡ A/N: Couldn't get this thought out of my head 🤣 So here we are. It ALMOST became a full smut fic, but I just didn't have it in me. If anyone else decides to use the idea for a fic though, tag me. I'd LOVE to read it! ~

Masterlist, Ao3

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(day two) winner, winner, pumpkin dinner , dougie hamilton

note, this is part of my mini halloween series, so for the rest of the series, check out this masterlist. none of the fics in this series are connected, so they can be read as standalone. another note, don't know their partner's names and i don't care, so i'm making it up :) pair, dougie hamilton x reader summary, at the devil's annual halloween party, the host’s decide to have a couple's costume party, and the prize, for the winning couple, is loads of candy, a couple's massage, oh, and of course, pumpkins. warnings, nothing really word count, 789 words

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"This is the worst costume ever," Dougie complained as you stood above him, fixing the ears on his head.

"No, it's not. I don't know what you're talking about." You shook your head, "This is genius, Douglas."

"But why can't you...?"

"We've already been over this. It's funnier this way. Plus, it would be too predictable if I dressed up like that." You explained.

"I don't like this."

"I know. You've explained why you don't like it already." You nodded.

"Next year, I get to pick the costumes." He stated.

"Deal. As long as I don't end up in some cheesy costume."

"Darn, there goes the peanut butter and jelly costume." He joked.

"Don't even joke about that." You shook your head.

He laughed, "Hurry, go change. We're gonna be late."

-

"Are my ears straight?" Dougie asked from the passenger seat. He was looking at himself through the mirror, making sure the ears on top of his head were straight.

"They're straight." You nodded as you turned the corner towards the host's house.

He looked over at you as you pulled into a parking spot, "You're missing something." He stated, then reached into the backseat and pulled out one of his hockey helmets.

He placed it on your head, laughing when it slid over your eyes because it was too big, "Perfect. Now you look like the perfect hockey player."

"And you look like the perfect little puck bunny." You laughed as you unbuckled yourself and headed for the house.

You knocked on the door, and waited, adjusting your 'Hamilton' jersey, "Stop fidgeting. You look fine." Dougie reassured.

"I know." You took a deep breath, "I just really want to win."

"Right, 'cause we need more pumpkins and candy." Dougie playfully rolled his eyes.

"We can never have too many pumpkins." You reminded him. The door opened and before you could even get a word in, an already very drunk Nate answered the door.

"Sorry, we're at full capacity." He slurred, then slammed the door shut. You and Dougie stood on the porch in shock, trying to understand what had just happened.

The door opened and instead of Nate, it was his girlfriend, Jordan. She smiled, "Sorry about him." She moved aside and let you both walk in and it was then that she finally got a good look at your costumes, and she burst out laughing, "Going for gold, I see." She commented.

"Go big or go home." You nodded, flashing a proud smile.

"Well, you guys've got my vote." She told you, "Nate and I were gonna do something, but it didn't work so we're not even matching." She laughed.

"See, she thinks it's good." You looked over at Dougie and he rolled his eyes as he followed you into the house's central area. When everyone else looked at your costume, they all whistled and catcalled Dougie playfully, who took it all in and spun around.

-

The whole night, you were just waiting for it to end because you knew at that end, that was when they were gonna announce the winners of the costume contest.

"Now, the moment we've all been waiting for..." Jordan announced, grabbing everyone's attention, "The costume contest!" Everyone cheered, even the singles.

"All right, since we aren't in the running, Lindsey and I counted the votes. In 3rd place, with 10 votes, Gravy and Caitlyn." Gravy and Cailyn were dressed up as the chefs from Ratitouui. They even had a little Remy inside Gravy's little chef hat.

They collected their prize of big candy baskets that Jordan most likely put together herself, "All right, in second place, with 15 votes, Jesper and Anna." They collected their prizes as you anxiously waited for first place to be announced.

"And in 1st place, with a whopping 23 votes, drum roll please..." Drumrolls could be heard from around the room, "With 23 votes, Dougie and Y/N!"

You looked over at Dougie, who was sitting across the room. You locked eyes and stood up, a little discombobulated by all the cheering as you made your way to collect your prizes.

"So, here's your candy baskets, and your gift card for the massage and your pumpkins were too big so they're in the garage."

"Too big?" Dougie blurted. She nodded and led you into their garage where 3 giant pumpkins sat. They were seriously so big, they probably weighed more than a small child.

"What are we gonna do with these pumpkins?"

"Well, for decorations." You explained.

"That's it? I hope that's not it."

"Well, I wasn't expecting pumpkins this big, but we can make soup or something."

"We'll have soup till 2030." He joked.

"I hope you like pumpkin soup." You patted him on the shoulder.

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[frogking17]

Monkie swap au - 'A Hero is Born' - (part 1)

(Part 2)

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Mei nudged open the store's door, completely engulfed by her phone, meaning she didn't see her best friend barrelling towards her balancing five noodle boxes in his arms.

"KID WATCH OUT"

Pigsy's shout knocked Mei out of her daydream, and she whipped her head up from her phone. Luckily Mei's always had quick reflects and she just managed to duck and roll out of MK's way. However, this meant the noodles that were about to be spilled all over her (new, expensive and fashionable) bomber jacket fell to the floor.

The restaurant went deathly silent as all four people inside stared at the noodles. Tang was the first to break the silence as he got up from his stool before kneeling beside the sad pool of noodles and in the most dramatic, despondent voice, cried out "noooooo the beautiful noodles… you died too young!" Pigsy stormed out from behind the counter and pointed his spoon towards MK in a threatening manner. "MK I've told you about a hundred times not to race around the shop. NOW IF THIS ISN'T CLEANED UP AND THE NOODLES DELIVERED IN UNDER AN HOUR YOUR FIRED" Pigsy had backed MK into a corner as he lectured him, and Mei saw MK's face drop at the mention of being fired. MK's hair fell in front of his eyes (he really needed to get something to tie his hair back with) as he stuttered out words trying to figure a way out "But Pigsy" he whined "I was just about to go on my break".

Mei felt bad for her friend, it was her fault that MK dropped the noodles. So, she stepped towards them and patted Pigsy's shoulder jokingly "common give him his break, I'll deliver MK's orders". She smiled as MK looked up at her hopefully before jumping up and squeezing her in a tight side hug "Mei you're the best", he said in his joyful voice, then skipping away from a furious Pigsy.

However, Pigsy wasn't letting him off just yet, so he reached out and yanked on MK's limited edition 'Six-eared Macaque' jacket. Mei didn't really like the jacket it was purple with a picture of the Great Macaque on the back. Personally, Mei just thinks purple isn't MK's colour but no matter how many times she tries to get him wearing different clothes he always refuses, then goes on a tangent about how 'the Great Six-eared Macaque is the coolest, most amazing person ever'. Back in reality Pigsy was holding MK in place while demanding "Your gunna clean up your mess while Mei does your delivers, and I want that floor spot less" MK dragged his feet over to the cupboard and pulled out a mop while grumbling out a "fine"

Mei walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder smiling "don't worry as soon as we're done, we can play Monkie Mech all night". MK smiled and joyfully responded "really, your parents are letting you sleepover", Mei laughed and said "yep, took about a year but we've finally done it".

The two friends fist bumped before Mei grabbed the orders and went on her merry way.

Mei's merry way led her to an underground construction site which she found a little odd but whatever someone probably needed to get their lunch delivered straight to their work. However, it quickly became clear that wasn't the case as she was now stuck up in the rafters, hiding from Red Son and Princess Iron Fan as they plotted a way to release the Demon Bull King.

They were stood on a flowering, green section of land, contrasting the concrete surrounding it. Said piece of nature had a spear stabbed into the centre. The spear had a midnight black, wooden handle with silver accents on the ends. The spearhead was mostly in the ground, but the bit Mei could see was a deep swirling purple metal that she couldn't recognize. It looked like it had been there for a very long time because vines had started to crawl up the spear head and onto the handle, but the spear didn't show any deterioration.

The demons sounded like they were plotting something but Mei couldn't hear all of it so she tried to move closer. She heard something about 'using the gauntlet to break the seal' and then gravity was pulling her to the floor. She landed just to the bottom of the green patch and stared up at the angry looking demons.

The one with flaming red hair was screaming in anger but Mei chose not to listen because his voice was kind of grating and was giving her a headache. She was going to continue ignoring him however he lunged at her forcing her to dodge to get away. Red boy's (Mei thinks that's his name) hair literally turned into flames "I refuse to allow a pathetic mortal to thwart our plans" and he rolled his hand into a fist, at which point it burst into flames. Mei automatically backed away from the volatile demon before knocking into the spear. “Okay look red boy I don’t want any trouble I’m just here to deliver some noodles” Red boy screamed in anger and raised his fists about to throw a fireball at Mei, panicked, she grabbed onto the only thing within reach.

Mei felt a strong flow of power course through her and watched as a shadowy wave flung Red boy back. Mei looked down to see she was holding the spear.

"Um did I do that?" She anxiously smiled at the two demons.

Red Boy and Princess Iron Fan stared at her in shock before Red boy pointed at her accusingly "how can you pick up the spear?!"

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[ameencity]

STORY TIME ❗❗

TITLE; BREAKING FREE WITH LOVE

Rahman Babaatunde was the notorious school bully, who instilled fear in every student, including me. We became friends in JSS2, but when he realized how weak I was, he turned me into his lapdog, controlling my thoughts and actions. He did everything he could to make me stay weak. He knew if I knew my worth I'll cut loose one day and I won't be his lapdog anymore. He didn't want this, so he used to belittle my intelligence, looks, and talents.

My name is Timileyin. I spent most of my secondary school years under the oppressive shadow of my bully friend's control. But in my final year (Ss3), I found love and that changed everything.

Monday morning, international college, ss3 class.

The mathematics class was going on when our class teacher came in with a new female student.

"Well done Mr. Bayo, she's new and she's in this class." Our class teacher said to the busy maths teacher.

Welcome to our class," said Mr. Bayo, greeting the new girl. "Thank you sir" she replied and smiled warmly.

"introduce yourself, and then take a seat", Mr. Bayo said, ready to continue the lesson.

With confidence, she marched towards the class in excitement. That's when I saw her properly. Immediately, a sense of familiarity washed over me - I knew her!

We met online during the last holiday. We used to chat every day until we got intimate. When she asked for my picture I hesitated to send her one, I feared she might reject me because of my looks. Tunde's constant belittling of my appearance made me believe I wasn't good-looking When I told him about the girl, he told me to use his picture for her instead, and without thinking twice, I did.

In a soothing voice, she addressed the class. "Hi everyone, my name is Adepoju Rosaline, but you can call me Rose. I'm 16 and I'm happy to join you guys"

As she talked I couldn't help but notice. She was even prettier than the picture she sent me.

She looked stunning in her white and royal blue uniform. She's average height, and her body shape was slim straight. She had brown glossy skin. Her hair was black and perfectly platted in an all-back hairstyle. As she talked her white teeth showed and the dimple on her right cheek appeared and disappeared. Her upper brown lip and lower pink lip were painted with lipgloss, completing the stunning look.

"Please take a seat," said the math teacher.

As Rose walked cheerfully towards her seat, Tunde's eyes widened in shock. He turned to me and whispered, "Is that not...?" With a huge grin, I interrupted him, "Yes, it's Rose!" I was so excited, and I could hardly contain myself.

"Nice," he exclaimed, licking his lips. As soon as I saw his expression, I knew he was up to something shady. I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking but t turned out to be exactly what I was thinking.

As the class ended, I hastily rose from my seat to talk to Rose, but Tunde called me back. "Hey, where are you going, fool?"

"To talk to her," I replied.

He chuckled. "Talk to her as who?"

I was confused. "What do you mean as who? We've been talking online for months, and we've become very close friends. She knows me," I explained.

"True, but you used my picture for her. How will she recognize you?" he asked.

I realized my mistake and felt disappointed. "What are we going to do about it?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'll take it from here," Tunde replied.

"How?" I asked.

Tunde took a deep breath. "Look at her. She looks even better in real life. Do you really think you have a chance with her? If I hadn't advised you to use my picture instead of yours, she would have blocked you if you had sent your own. You are ugly, you're not her standard."

"yes I know but I can still try to..."

Stop talking!" he interrupted me. "Have you finished writing my English note ?"

"No but I'm almost done. I'll finish it when we get to the hostel " I said

"Go and finish it right now," he commanded.

I wanted to protest, but fear held me back. With a heavy heart, I replied, "Okay."

I went to my seat to start writing the note and from there I watched as he approached Rose.

"Hey Rose," he said, in a flirty tone.

Her eyes widened with recognition. "Timmi?" she exclaimed.

Tunde grinned. "Yeah, it's me."

"Oh my God, I can't believe this!" she said, hugging him tightly.

everybody was surprised to see Rose Hugged Tunde. the other guys were wondering how he did it in just a short time. I was equally surprised. From the way we chat, I knew Rose was already liking me but I didn't know she'll be this excited to see me. Seeing her hugging Tunde like that was heartbreaking. That should have been me.

"But don't call me Timmi here", Tunde said in a lower pitch.

Rose looked lost. "why? you told me your name is Timileyin and I call you Timmi"

"Yes, it is. it's my third name and most people don't know it. I only tell the few special people in my life." He said

"Okay I won't call you that," Rose promised as she blushes.

"So what should I call you here", she asked

"Call me Tunde, that's the name everyone knows," he said.

"Okay no problem," she said

Tunde smiled. "Thank you," he said

I rolled my eyes. feeling frustrated by Tunde's deceitful behavior. But I kept my thoughts to myself and continued to watch the conversation.

"Hey you didn't tell me this was your school, you told me you go to one ICOL" Rose asked.

" Oh, erm.. yea... international college. ICOL is the acronym" he replied.

The conversation continued till when Rose snapped like she remembered something. "Oh, I have to go see the principal now. I'll talk to you later." she said as she hurriedly walked out of the classroom.

Tunde appeared cheerful when he approached me and asked if I had finished with his English note.

"Yes, I have." I responded.

"Good" he replied before pulling me aside. "Now, tell me everything you know about her and everything she knows about you."

"Why?" I inquired.

"Don't be stupid. Why are you asking me questions? Start talking! Fool."

As I was about to speak, he interrupted me, "Don't even think about lying or hiding anything from me. Tell me everything, and tell me the truth." he warned. I told him everything and I didn't hide a single thing.

ONE WEEK LATER.

Tunde and Rose got closer every day and it was killing me.

One day, during break time. I was watching Tunde and Rose talking from my seat, feeling uneasy. I prayed silently for God to come through for me, and wow! He did.

The class teacher called Rose and then called me in. Tunde was watching.

"Meet Timileyin." the teacher said. "He's the best in this class. He can help you with English, Maths, literature, and history. When there's free time, he can tutor you."

Rose looked at me strangely, but I didn't care why, I was just grateful for the opportunity.

"No problem, sir," I replied.

Tunde's eyes blazed with anger as he called me over and issued a threatening warning. "If you dare tell her anything or try to get close to her, your father will regret ever giving birth to you."

I trembled with fear and quickly assured him that I would never do anything to upset him. "No, no, I would never tell her anything." I stammered.

"Good. You better not." he warned me before returning to his seat with a scowl.

After two weeks of tutoring, Rose stopped talking to Tunde like before. So one day In the hostel, Tunde came at me and beat me up. He accused me of telling Rose the truth about everything. I told him I didn't tell her anything but Tunde wouldn't listen. He said I should then ask Rose why she was avoiding him.

That evening, Rose and I met in an empty classroom.

"What happened to your face?" she asked with concern.

"I hit my face against the wall." I lied.

Rose checked my face more closely and realized I was lying.

"That's not true. Please tell me what's really going on," she said in a soothing voice.

"Why don't you talk to Tunde anymore?" I asked.

"Oh my God, did he do this to you?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter. Just please answer my question." I pleaded.

"Why are you asking me this?" she inquired.

"Cuz he thinks I made you stop talking to him" I said.

I continued, "And if you don't start talking to him again, I'll be in trouble."

A moment of awkward silence passed between us. She eventually broke the silence.

"He's not who I thought he was when we used to chat online," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He's not the same guy. Online, he's sweet, thoughtful, and intelligent, but here he's the complete opposite," she explained.

Guilt weighed on me as she said that.

She continued "And he told me some negative things about you, but since we started talking, I've found you to be different. It's like I've known you my whole life," she continued.

I blushed and asked her what she had discovered about me.

She smiled and replied, "You're cute, intelligent, and nice."

"Wow, you think I'm cute?" I asked.

She chuckled. "You're very cute."

"No one's ever told me that," I said.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Well, they're all blind."

We both laughed. "You're not bad either," I said.

"Timileyin, do you have feelings for me?" she asked plainly.

My heart raced with excitement.

"Yes I do." I replied

There was another moment of silence. And she was looking at me like she wanted to devour me. She made the first move to kiss me, and I eagerly responded.

Our kiss lasted only for a second but Tunde caught us.

"You bastard! You fucking bastard, I'll kill you walai," he shouted, his face contorted with rage as he stormed towards me.

As he neared me, he threw a heavy punch at me but it didn't meet me, it met Rose who was trying to intervene. She got hit in the face, and she crumpled to the ground. As she went down her head hit the edge of a nearby chair and she fainted.

Everyone rushed in immediately. And Tunde accused me of hitting Rose. I tried to defend myself, but his intimidating glare made me too scared to speak.

Rose was taken to the school clinic and later her mother picked her up. Her angry mother demanded severe punishment for whoever harmed her daughter. Despite people knowing I'm not a violent person, I was suspended indefinitely from school since there was no proof to clear my name.

Once I got home, I immediately texted Rose and was relieved when she replied. I told her the truth about everything. I told her that I used Tunde's picture for her. She got angry but I was able to calm her down.

After that, we had a long phone call. I told her what happened after she fainted. I explained that Tunde had falsely accused me of hitting her, leading to my indefinite suspension. I urged her to tell the school the truth, but she declined, insisting on sticking with the lie that I was the one who caused her injury. Also, she ended our relationship, saying that her feelings for me had vanished.

"Why?" I asked her.

"You know you're the reason I got hit and fainted, right?" she responded.

"How? It was Tunde who hit you, not me," I replied.

"I only got in the way because I saw how terrified you were when Tunde entered. I just tried to make him stop coming at you. I didn't know he was going to throw a punch. If you were brave, I wouldn't have had to defend you. And here you are again, wanting me to defend you. You are just so weak, Gosh!," she said.

"Rose, I'm sorry," I pleaded.

"Telling me sorry doesn't help you in this situation. If you want to save yourself and want us to continue this relationship, prove to me you are not weak and make Tunde tell the truth before I resume," she said firmly.

"But I'm suspended from school. There's no way I can do this," I replied.

"I don't care. Just figure it out," she said.

Two days later, the school invited me and my dad to a disciplinary meeting. In the meeting, My Dad, My class teacher, my class rep, and even the principal testified that I was not a violent person and that Tunde was the one with a history of violence. But unfortunately, without evidence, the school couldn't take any action. They allowed me to stay in school until Rose returned to clarify the situation. They said if she testifies I was the one that hit her, I would be expelled.

Rose resumed the following day, but it was already evening. So her testimony was scheduled for the next day.

It was a rainy evening during night prep, and there were no staff members present. I knew that evening was my last chance to do something about the situation. So I was looking for chances.

I saw Tunde standing up to go to the toilet probably. I stood up and confronted him. "Tell everyone the truth that you were the one that hit Rose or I'll make you do it" I said with fierce. Tunde laughed mockingly, but the other students watched in amazement at my bravery.

My gaze locked with Rose's, and I could sense her mixed emotions of pride and fear. Suddenly Tunde pushed me and I crashed to the ground. I scrambled to my feet, brimming with adrenaline. I pushed him back with all my might. But it wasn't enough to fall him down.

Suddenly, I felt a searing pain in my gut as Tunde's fist made contact. Doubled over, I was an easy target for his follow-up blow to my back, sending me crashing to the floor once again. I glanced over to Rose, tears streaming down her face, she knew she shouldn't have asked me to do this. Tunde roared, aiming a kick at my head, but I got out of the way and he stumbled, his leg tangled in a nearby chair. I seized the opportunity, striking his leg repeatedly until he cried in pain. I then delivered a series of punches to his face, then kicked his groin with all my might.

When Tunde fell, I quickly pinned his arm behind his back and asked, "Who hit Rose?"

"What?" he feigned ignorance.

"Tell the truth now or I'll break your arm," I threatened, tightening my grip.

"You did!" he said

In a fit of rage, I twisted his arm even further, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Okay, okay, I hit Rose!" he whimpered.

"Say it louder!" I commanded.

"I hit Rose pls stoppppp" he cried.

Finally satisfied, I released his arm.

The crowd was excited, and I couldn't help but feel surprised by their reaction to what just happened. It seemed like everyone was happy that I had hurt him. And, to be honest, I couldn't blame them. Tunde was a notorious bully who had offended many students in the past.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Rose jumped on me and embraced me tightly. She was beaming with pride. And then she kissed me! The crowd was stunned by the unexpected display of affection, but their cheers grew even louder.

The hostel masters came to dismiss the prep class.

It was like I had become a legend overnight. Everyone in ICOL was talking about how I beat up Tunde and won his girl. But when I told them that Tunde and Rose were never even dating, they looked at me like I was crazy. It seemed like my heroic tale was more interesting with a love story twist.

The truth about Rose's assault came to light and Tunde was expelled. However, his parents begged the school authority, and his punishment was reduced to a suspension. When he returned, he was surprisingly humble.

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“Hmm… So— hmm…”

Barriss liked to describe herself as a quick thinker. Somebody who could look at a situation and assess it with a cool head. She was having a hard time coming up with a logical explanation for what she was witnessing right now though.

“Hmm,” she said again.

"Are you gonna keep hemming and hawing or are you gonna help me out of this? We don’t have all day here, Offee," Ahsoka snarled between gritted teeth. Though that may have been because of the position she’d wedged herself in more than any frustration directed at her friend. Nothing about Ahsoka screamed comfortable right now. "And you owe me for that time with the worms."

That got Barriss’ attention. “You mean the time I told you to kill me, is that the time you mean?” she huffed petulantly. “You know what, fine, whatever, we've moved on from that. But what the—" She stopped herself from cursing just barely, and took a deep breath. Ahsoka is a dear friend, she reminded herself. A dear, dear friend... "What is going on and why are you—" She waved a hand around.

"In Rex’s quarters?"

"Well, yeah, that. But also—"

"Stuck in… what is this, a footlocker, a crate? Well, I don’t know what I’m stuck in here. That’s kind of the reason I called y—"

"Okay, yes, and—"

“The dress, yeah. Is it ugly? Padmé said it was in fashion but I kind of don’t believe her. I haven't actually seen it yet because of the, you know, the blindfold—"

"Ahsoka! Why are you in a— a ball gown! And a blindfold?! And what is wrong with your—” She wanted to just indicate Ahsoka’s whole person at this point because there wasn’t one part of her that she could say was normal. In the end, Barriss decided on just waving at her from top to bottom again, even knowing that she couldn’t see it. “What is going on?!"

"Oh." A sheepish smile crept onto her face, and Barriss imagined she would have avoided eye contact if, you know, she was looking at Barriss in the first place. "Well, it's a long story..."

.

"So you stepped on a poisonous plant on your last mission— which plant was it again? You know I took that botany course a few years ago—"

"I don't know what kind of plant it was, Barriss."

"Well excuse me for trying to get all the—" she grunted with the effort it took to shove Captain Rex's desk back into place, "facts straight while I help you cover up your crimes!"

"Sorry, sorry! I really don't remember what the healer said the plant was called. All I know is that my leg went numb where I stepped on the plant thing—like really numb, like I still can't feel it—and I lost my vision. Both temporary they said, and if Rex hadn't gotten me the antidote right away it could have been worse."

"Okay, that explains the blindfold—wait, no it doesn't. Why do you have a blindfold on?"

"Oh, well, my vision came back already, but my eyes are still really sensitive to light. And I kept squinting at everything and couldn't go outside without getting a massive headache so finally they just gave me this." She slapped the side of her head where a piece of thick black cloth wrapped around her lekku and covered her eyes.

"Mhmm. "

"Still can't feel my leg though. Not looking forward to the pins and needles if it's anything like when your limb falls asleep and then it wakes up again, you know what I mean?"

"And the ball gown?"

"Oh, well, I was out dress shopping with Padmé before this. There's some big formal thing she wants me to go with her to. Sounds lame, if you ask me. But Skyguy said I had to since I'm not cleared for any sort of work yet."

Barriss paused in her task of righting the various 'pads and miscellany of objects the Captain kept on top of his desk. "And you're still wearing the dress you bought?"

A timidly guilty look passed over Ahsoka’s face then. "I guess I didn't actually buy this one. I should probably return it once we're done here... Don't give me that look! It was a stressful afternoon!"

"You don't know what look I was giving you and it wouldn’t have been quite so stressful if you didn’t leave an embarrassing comm message for your captain detailing your massive crush on him..."

Ahsoka crossed her arms, but encased as they were in the great puffy sleeves of the dress, she could only manage to grab opposite wrists. "I have a vivid imagination. And I thought we agreed not to bring that up again. I told you, it was an accident. I didn't know I'd called him. I lost my comm in all these fluffy layers of the dress... Are you done with the desk yet?"

Barriss sighed as she picked up the last pen from the floor and set it in a cup with the others. "Yes."

"Good, now lets steal his personal comm and get out of here."

"How do you even know his comm is in here? Wouldn't he keep it with him?"

"Because he's in an all-day training with the other Captains and he always leaves his personal comm in his room when he’s on duty."

"Mhmm."

"Look, can you just get it? It's in the second drawer on the right, the key is wedged in the seat cushion of his chair where it's ripped a bit."

"You couldn't even get the key out before you toppled everything over in the room?"

"I'm blind, okay? I tripped on the footlocker by the door and lost my balance because—"

"You can't feel your leg, I know."

"Thank you, now can we hurry it up? I don't know what time it is but I feel like it's getting close to end of the training."

"Training let out at 1600 and I took my personal comm with me today."

Even though she had a blindfold on, Barriss knew Ahsoka's eyes had widened to saucers, probably because Barriss' own eyes were wide with a mix of horror and humor. This definitely made up for the brain worms.

"Captain! Didn't see you there," Ahsoka said loudly. It might have been smooth if the situation was... well, not what it was.

"Yeah, I got that."

Barriss finally stood from where she had been kneeling next to the desk chair and looked curiously at the key she'd just fished out of the cushion. "Ahsoka, you can probably manage the situation from here, right?"

Ahsoka's lips were pursed so tightly that it looked painful. She gave a tiny, furious shake of her head, which Barriss ignored.

"Excellent." Barriss stepped around her carefully and brushed past Captain Rex still frozen in the doorway of his own quarters, pressing the key to his desk drawer into his hands as she did so. "Captain," she acknowledged formally.

"Commander Offee," he replied automatically, and stepped aside fully so she could exit.

"See you later, Ahsoka! Make sure to tell Captain Rex all about—"

Ahsoka's indignant screech of embarrassment and rage was the last thing Barriss heard before the door slid shut. She smiled to herself, satisfied that she could be of help to a friend in need, then walked down the corridor with a new spring in her step.

#12daysofrexsoka #whichever day was the crush one #rexsoka #but they are babies here so it is strictly awkward teenage crush time #I AM SORRY i feel like i'm spamming everyone with insane one-shots #but i'm done now i'll be normal now i promise #kids this is why you should have an actual folder system you follow for saving files and actually name those files #in my drafts this was just called 'doc9347' so you can see why i overlooked it for like 5 months #my writing #but i am LOVING not having to title these things on here #and being able to lose them to the tumblr void

[gureishi]

dude okay so this is kinda specific and also probably not very original or anything ekdbsisj

but-

how do you think saeyoung would react/feel if (during the apartment days), his MC started crying (or almost) after that one (or maybe two? cant remember, and im only halfway through day 7 on the current playthroygh) time where he just... got really mad n yelled... hhh his expression was scary,,

getting yelled out is already a lil agitating for me... and I know i would be automatically already a lil sensitive cos i would be nervous from the last few days (rsd would nerf me) -- meaning i would be a lil more emotional/easily affected than usual ;;;

on top of that ive never had a guy yell at me djvdjdj so it would be a lil scary, i wont lie.

wanna clarify: the crying wouldn't be on purpose lol, i would definitely try n hide it. easier said then done though... OTL

jsvfsh this is so long n specific n kinda personal to me?? im sure im not alone regarding the general idea though. anyways jdbdjs sorry lolol-

and im jus asking for your thoughts or maybe HCs? whichever you feel works best!

also sorry if we've talked about this before i have a bad memory-

[417]

btw ur amazing love u

Love you too dear Four! And oh boy do I relate to this. I do not handle being yelled at well and would, without a doubt, cry multiple times in this scenario (/ω＼)

Saeyoung reacting to his MC crying in the apartment 

He’s never felt like this before. He sort of thought he’d been through it all: wrung every last bit of love and fear and desperation out of himself till there was nothing left but the things that make him useful: his clever hands and his brilliant (weary) mind.

When you speak to him so tenderly—hovering just at the edge of his space, eyes full of something he can’t (won’t) identify—he feels like his heart is too big for his body, and he can’t think straight, or see straight, or make his miserable mind form the words he needs to say to you.

He’s angry because he can’t understand why you’re gazing at him that way, like you’d do anything to ease the pounding in his skull; he’s angry because none of his words are getting through to you, and he doesn’t know how to make you understand that he’s not the person he made you believe he was. And he is angry because he knows, without a doubt, that he’s in far too deep already, and that if anything were to happen to you now, his desperate heart would break for good.

He knows how to lie (it is, in his opinion, the only real skill he has)—so he does. He tells you he wishes you’d leave him alone—tells you to stay away—tells you he feels nothing for you at all. He raises his voice (but oh, as the stinging words tear from his throat his heart wants to crawl out of his skin and throw itself into your arms).

You say nothing. Good, he thinks; and he forces his attention back to his screen (eyes blurry, hands shaking). He hears the sound of your footsteps as you retreat to the farthest corner of the apartment, and something inside him seems to go with you—since the very first time he heard your voice, he thinks, a part of him is always with you. With every day that goes by, that part gets bigger: soon, there will be nothing left of him at all.

With his eyes trained on the screen (and most of his attention on you), he hears the tiny sounds you’re making: shifting, he thinks at first, getting comfortable. Maybe even going to sleep.

But no: you are so quiet only somebody with senses that have been heightened from years of training (years of hiding, and fleeing, and fighting for his life) would hear. But there’s a whimper—a vague, almost indistinct sniffling.

Oh no. Oh god.

Oh god oh god oh god.

Years of agency training have taught him to turn his back on people who are begging, or whining, or crying—but he’s never been any good at it.

And this is you: and his scrambled mind races, his heart drumming so loud against his ribs he is sure you can hear it. He would, he thinks wildly, do absolutely anything in the world to never hear you make such a miserable sound again.

Before he realizes what he’s doing, he stands. The room spins; he’s weak, and hungry, and angry, and scared; his stomach is in knots and the darkened room seems to tilt sideways around him. 

You don’t seem to have noticed that he’s moved; you’re hiding your face in your shirt, back turned to him—and you are still (so very still). He doesn’t remember how to breathe.

“Uh...” he says, and the sound echoes horribly in the dull, sparsely furnished room. You say nothing. He clears his throat, takes an unsteady step toward you. He’s not thinking rationally anymore—not thinking about scaring you off, or keeping you safe. All he wants is to see that look in your eyes again: that soft one, the one that makes his hands and feet feel too big and his skin seem to burn and his breath catch in his throat.

“Are, uh...are you okay?” he rasps. You’re still ignoring him, which is a first; your face is turned away, so he goes to your side, kneeling on the floor beside you. You sniffle. He feels like his heart is going to burst.

“Yeah,” you say—and unlike him, you are not such a good liar. Without meaning to, he reaches for you: finds his fingers (of their own accord) doing what they’ve been itching to do since the moment he first laid eyes on you. He touches your hair—brushing it off your face, tucking it behind you ear.

Your eyes, he thinks (fiercely, irrationally): he needs to see your eyes.

“Don’t believe you,” he says. With a sigh of exasperation, you turn to him: oh, and your eyes are blazing, red-rimmed. And he is the one who has done this to you—he is the monster who has made you suffer.

His mind seems to have driven itself into the ground. Suddenly, he can’t remember how to do anything at all.

But his body moves of its own accord, because his heart has always been eons ahead of his (brilliant and foolish) mind.

“Hey,” he finds himself murmuring, brushing your cheek with his rough fingertips (and he knows he shouldn’t, but now that he’s here, he is finding it almost impossible to resist). “I know,” he says, without even quite understanding what he means. “I know.”

You watch him; and there it is again—just for a moment, that softness deep in your eyes that sets him on fire.

“I’m sorry,” he says, the words springing to his lips before his brain can get in his way. “I’m so, so...I didn’t mean to...I never...”

You shake your head, and your hair falls into your eyes again. He brushes it back, finding that there is nothing—nothing—in the world quite as wonderful as the feeling of your warm skin under his fingers.

“I get it,” you tell him. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“I can’t...” He makes himself take a deep breath, and regrets it instantly as his senses are flooded by the warm, enticing scent of you. He feels you all around him now. “I didn’t mean it,” he says quietly. “Please. I can’t stand to see you making that face.”

You force a watery laugh, and the effort you are making for him is almost too much. His mind races. For a moment, he imagines how it would feel to wrap your small body in his arms—to press his lips to your temple and feel your heart beating against his skin.

“How’s this?” you say. You offer him a passable impression of a smile, and he wants to throw himself at your feet.

“Terrible,” he says. You laugh, and it sounds a tiny bit more believable this time. You are looking at him, and there it is again: that softening in your eyes that makes him think (just for a moment) that there could be a happy ending for him after all.

“I...” he starts. What? He can’t tell you how he feels—what he wants—what he is afraid of. Not here. Not now. Not yet. “Please,” he finds himself whispering. “Can you...just give me a little more time?”

You nod, and there is a strength in you that nearly knocks him off his feet.

“Yeah,” you say: and this time you sound like you mean it.

Against his will, he pushes himself up—makes his way back to his miserable little corner of the room. But he pauses—turns—and you are still waiting, still watching him. Of course you are.

“I’m gonna make it right,” he says, not quite meeting your eyes. Never, he thinks: he will never ever make you cry again.

“I believe you,” you say.

It is the first time anyone has ever told him this.

His heart shivers.

“I won’t let you down,” he says—promises. He means it with all his heart.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #707 #headcanons #asks #417 #fwends 🥺 #<3 <3 <3

[angellesword]

YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (02)

➭ You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, unrequited love, heavy angst, fluff, lawyer au.

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

SERIES: CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

"Please, Joon. I just need to know if he's okay..."

Namjoon scratched the back of his head while looking at Red. The latter was practically begging him to spill things he's been forbidden to utter. He was sure he's just seconds away from telling her what she wanted to know, but then he's abruptly reminded of how heartbroken Jungkook was.

"Don't tell her I'm here," tears painted Jungkook's cheeks. "I don't want to see her. Not now." Or ever...

"He's not here, Red. I'm sorry," Namjoon sighed, trying to close the front door of his small apartment; regrettably, Red stopped him before the door shut in her sad face."I know he doesn't want to see me." She said with a shaky voice—causing Namjoon to purse his lips into a thin line.

"Right." He couldn't help but say. She deserved the snarky remark for hurting Jungkook beyond repair.

"But I'm worried about him. H-He was...so mad when he left."

'Who wouldn't?' Namjoon wanted to say, yet he kept his lips glued together. He needed to remind himself that although she hurt Jungkook, Red was still his friend.

"I'm sure he'll be fine wherever he is." Namjoon's caught Red's eyes. "Jungkook is strong, you know."

"I know." She looked at her feet; this caused the man inside the house to also look down. Namjoon was so busy shooing Red away that he didn't notice a big box on the ground. Judging by the looks of it, he deduced that this box belonged to Jungkook. The tower of sketchpads and other art materials was already a giveaway.

"Can you give this to him, though? I'm not sure when I'll get to see him again, and I know he can't live without this stuff, so..." Red picked up the box. "Please, Joonie..." She added when the older boy didn't say anything.

"Fine."

In the end, Namjoon gave in. He didn't have a choice. This was the only way to make her leave; however, he instantly regretted his decision when he spotted Jungkook sitting on the couch."What did she say?" Jungkook inquired eagerly; his eyes flew on the box that's juggling in Namjoon's arms. Jungkook saw his friend trip over a non-existent stone.

Namjoon was really clumsy.

"She wants me to give this to you." The older boy handed the box to Jungkook in exchange for his precious daughter.

"Ji-eun..." Namjoon cooed, bopping the nose of his three-year-old child. Ji-eun chuckled; her little finger was poking her father's deep dimple.

"Appa!" Ji-eun's eyes twinkled. She missed being in her father's embrace even though it hadn't been long since Namjoon left her with Jungkook.

Ji-eun couldn't help it. Jungkook used to be the fun uncle, but all he did now was cry and snort. Admittedly, she's getting tired of wiping his tears every second.

She wondered who made uncle Jungkook cry.

"Huh." Jungkook huffed as he examined what was inside the box. Namjoon was right. It's full of the younger boy's stuff.

"Is she really so eager to kick me out of the house that she personally brought my things here!?"Jungkook was seeing red. Profanities left his lips as acid dripped down his stomach. He's so mad at his ex.

"Language, Jeon," Namjoon warned, turning away from Jungkook. He couldn't let Ji-eun listen to the younger boy's dirty mouth. "Besides, you're the one who left."

Jungkook didn't know how to respond to that, mainly because Namjoon was correct. He was the one who left in the middle of the fight. In his defense, he was hurt. What Red was saying was too much for him—it was painful, the kind of pain he knew would forever haunt him.

"I love him, Kook."

Red's confession echoed in Jungkook's mind again. Red told him she loved her soulmate. Jungkook didn't want to believe her because how? How could she fall in love with another man just by looking at him in the eyes?

"We've been seeing each other for months now."

His question had been answered. Red was a cheater, and it's the last straw for Jungkook. He couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up.

"I hate you, bitch!"

The pain that crossed Red's face indicated that Jungkook had gone too far. He didn't mean it, but he's hurt, and this was the only way he could hurt her back.

Before Red could say anything, Jungkook was already out of the door.

It's two am in the morning. Jungkook was certain that the only awake person that he could bother right now was none other than Namjoon, his brother-in-law.

Thankfully, Namjoon's apartment was just a few blocks away from Red's home.

"Kook?" Namjoon squinted his eyes after opening the door. He's been awake for straight twenty-seven hours to the point that he couldn't tell if Jungkook was really in front of him or if he's just hallucinating.

"Hyung..." Jungkook broke into tears upon seeing his only family.

Namjoon let the crying boy inside his house.

"I ran out of tea..." This was Namjoon's excuse when he handed Jungkook Ji-eun's milk. Namjoon didn't even have time to buy his groceries since his daughter occupied most of his time.

Fortunately, it looked like Jungkook didn't give two fucks as he was already halfway finished drinking the warm milk.

It's been exactly fifteen minutes since the younger boy came knocking on Namjoon's humble abode. Jungkook had stopped crying, though he still looked a little shaken.

"Red found her soulmate..." Jungkook spoke right before Namjoon could ask what happened. Suddenly, the older boy found himself biting his bottom lip. He didn't want to pry about Jungkook's life, but then he's reminded of the wish of Hye-Jin, his late wife.

"Take care of my brother, Joon..."

"D-Do you wanna talk about it?" Namjoon asked before he changed his mind. This was the only thing he could do for Hye-Jin.

"What's there to talk about?" Jungkook hissed even though he's the one who started telling Namjoon things. The latter kept his head low. In times like this, he wasn't sure what to say.

It's not like he's better than Red. Namjoon also broke up with the woman he was dating right after meeting Hye-Jin. The only difference was that Namjoon's ex perfectly understood the situation. She knew that they weren't destined to be together.

"She cheated on me. She said she's in love with her soulmate." The bitter taste in Jungkook's mouth was still there. It only strengthened as soon as the word 'soulmate' left his lips. Jungkook continued pouring his heart out to Namjoon despite saying he didn't want to talk about it.

"She's going to regret leaving me. No one can love her the way I do!" Jungkook swore, but Namjoon's almost 100% sure he's wrong.

Seeing colors were different. It felt like everything was perfect. Namjoon couldn't deny that one of the many reasons he fell in love with Hye-Jin was because she helped him see the wonderful hues.

It's like the more he fell in love with her, the brighter the colors became. Even now that she's dead, Namjoon could still see colors. Granted that it kind of faded, it's still the best thing Namjoon was proud to experience.

The rule of the world was simple. As long as your soulmate was in love with you, the colors would always be visible in your very eyes. It would only become less bright if your soulmate died. However, the case of a one-sided love was different. People wouldn't be able to see colors if their soulmates didn't give them their hearts.

Some said that there were cases wherein people went blind when their soulmates started to hate them. Namjoon and Jungkook didn't know if it was true or just a myth. After all, they hadn't encountered people who apparently 'went' blind because of the mentioned reason."I'm telling you, hyung. She'll come to see me soon."

Jungkook was right. Two weeks after their fight, Red showed up. Unfortunately, it's not to beg her ex to come back. She only returned a box full of his stuff, a clear sign that she's officially kicking him out of their shared apartment.

"How can she do this to me? It's my house too!" Said Jungkook nine days after Red's appearance in front of Namjoon's apartment, it finally dawned to him that his ex was no longer a part of his life.

It's really over.

Jungkook realized this while staring dumbly at his ruined sketchpads. Ji-eun accidentally spilled a glass of water on her uncle's drawing.

The mixture of pain, anger, and frustration caused Jungkook to scream. He couldn't possibly be mad at a three-year-old kid; that's why he just directed his negative emotions to the fact that Red practically kicked him out of their home—his home.

He was aware that Red's name was written in the lease contract, but Jungkook paid this year's rental fee. He's broke at the moment. This being the case, Jungkook swallowed his pride to come to live with his brother-in-law. The thing was, it's getting hard for him to stay there. Namjoon had only one room, so Jungkook slept on the couch—wait, this wasn't about right. Jungkook didn't even get to sleep. Ji-eun's cries wouldn't allow him to do so. Aside from this, the little kid had also ruined her uncle's drawings countless times now.

"Seriously, Kook. You need to move out of your brother-in-law's house." Taehyung pouted his lips.

Jungkook couldn't decide if he could take his friend's advice seriously, at least not when Taehyung's tongue was basically down Jimin's throat.

"I can't afford to lease a new place." Jungkook scrunched his nose, eyes still focused on the disgusting public display of affection in front of him. "I only have forty dollars in my bank account."

"Oh, you poor thing." Jimin slightly pushed his boyfriend's chest to dodge his kisses and to be able to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook snorted. He didn't want to be babied, especially not by Park Jimin, who he met just a few months back.

Park Jimin was Taehyung's real soulmate. It was still weird seeing them together. All his life, Jungkook believed that Taehyung, his childhood best friend, was a straight man. Taehyung dated a lot of women before; he also seemed to enjoy being with them.

This was one of the reasons why Jungkook hated the idea of a soulmate. It was a complete bull. It was unfair to let fate decide who you'll end up with. Jungkook witnessed Taehyung's struggle after meeting Jimin. He was happy that he could finally see colors and that it didn't take him long to like Jimin, but Taehyung was so confused.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung also thought he was straight, but then his world suddenly turned upside down. Before he knew it, Taehyung was crying. He was too overwhelmed with what was happening, and Jungkook hated it. The latter didn't care about genders; he supported those who didn't identify themselves as heterosexual. Jungkook hated that people had to limit what they thought their gender was just because of the concept of soulmate. Again, it was not fair.

"But I can help you..." Jimin added as he took a bite of his frozen yogurt. They were currently inside of an ice cream shop. Jungkook had to get out of Namjoon's home since it was getting hard to look at his ruined works. He called his best friend to help him destress. Jungkook just had to let his frustrations out. Luckily, Taehyung and Jimin were more than happy to treat their younger friend some frozen yogurts. Jungkook ordered three of the said dessert.

"No, Jimin." Taehyung said as if he'd read his boyfriend's mind. "Jungkookie isn't going to suck your dick for money."

"Aw." Jimin's lips protruded into a sulky pout, making Jungkook roll his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't believe the couple's relationship. Jungkook knew that Jimin was only joking, but Jungkook thought he couldn't let the love of his life think about someone else's body. He was pretty possessive.

"We can call Yoongi-hyung, though. I think he's in the mood for some dicks—"

"Guys!" Jungkook groaned, cutting them off. His eyes were widening too. "Can we stop talking about dicks for five seconds? I have a serious problem here."

"Oh, right!" Jimin's eyes lit up. He also cleared his throat—an action that made Jungkook sigh in relief; at least he's getting serious now. "You need to find a roommate, Kook. Lucky for you, I have a friend who's looking for a housemate. I think she could cut you off some slack."

The younger boy's scoff was almost instant. "Cut me off some slack?" He narrowed his eyes at Jimin. "I don't want to owe anything to anyone. You know that."

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of his frozen yogurt. "It's not like that. You'll actually be the one doing her a favor. She's in dire need of a roommate, Kook. She wouldn't mind if you couldn't pay rent right now, as long as you're willing to keep the house clean and look after her cat. You can do that, right?"

Of course, Jungkook could. He was an artist; he spent most of his time inside his home, silently drawing whatever came into his mind.

"Huh." Jungkook was still skeptical. "Can't she just hire a maid?"

"Wish it was that easy. She's a mess. Not even her maids can tolerate her shit. Besides, her cat is a total bitch. She scratches anyone that's not her owner."

"I'm not sure..." Jungkook scowled. He wasn't sure if he could live with a stranger. Jungkook was a shy boy; it actually took him a long time to even say 'hello' to Jimin.

"Just think about it, Jungkook..." Jimin smiled warmly at the younger boy. "I swear she's a decent person. Yes, she's messy, but aside from that, she's fine. She doesn't pry on anyone's life; she's quiet, just like you, and oh! She likes banana milk too! I swear, Kook. You'll like her!"

For some reason, Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He knew Jimin was kind, he's the type of person who always talked about the good qualities of a certain someone, but this was the first time he spoke about someone with such passion.

Jimin continued to talk about you, his lovely best friend. If you could hear him right now, you were sure you'd end up crying. Jimin was indeed the best friend you could ask. He's fiercely loyal.

"It's true, Kook. You'll love her." Taehyung talked about you with the same intensity. He had met you, and he instantly fell in love with you. You were smart and witty.

The couple continued sharing things they loved about you. Jungkook swore he's not easy to convince. The only acceptable reason why he's standing in front of your apartment was that Taehyung and his boyfriend knew the magic of words. They had done an excellent job convincing him.

Jungkook let out an exasperated breath when you still didn't answer the door after his ninth attempt to knock. Truthfully, he was getting pissed off.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

Just as when he was about to leave, the door suddenly opened with so much force. Jungkook was startled.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking, so I slipped down the floor, and I..." You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jungkook to see his reaction.

You were rambling about how this whole situation was so embarrassing, but Jungkook wasn't listening anymore. How could he focus on anything when his heart was beating this fast? Jungkook was pissed before he met your eyes, right now; the irritation he felt was rapidly boiling down to panic when he realized what was happening.

Colors.

Jungkook was used to seeing black and white, so imagine his confusion when the colors suddenly became visible in his eyes.

Nothing made sense to him, but one thing's for sure.

Jungkook had found his soulmate.

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✨ | A Bad Day

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: You had a bad day at work and Bucky knows that, so takes this chance to brighten your bad day.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Fluff, crying... I think that's about it.

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Locking the door behind you, you lean yourself against your door, sliding to the floor. Tears flowing down your face, you pike your knees up you to the chest, wrapping your arms around them. It was another one of those awful days at work, your face hidden in the nook you made. You slowly sobbed to yourself, trying to express the bad day you had quietly into your house as if it could listen.

The quietness of your rural home thickened the sound of your tears; you sigh deeply into your knees, attempting to catch the breath you longed for. Then, calming yourself, you wipe the tears with the end of your jumper before hearing your phone ring. A few sniffs holding the fact you were crying, you check your phone to see it was your best friend calling.

"Yellop", you softly chime to your best friend on the end of the other line. You can hear an audible laugh. "Yellop doll, how was your day?" The voice you always long to hear at the end of your days. "U-usual", you softly chocked out before continuing ", how about you, old man? How was your day?" You giggle slightly at your remark.

A long pause extended your conversation with him before he broke the silence with a soft laugh through his nose, "usual, same since we last spoke", you smile, getting up, taking the conversation to your couch. Hearing his voice had taken away any sadness you had before you even picked up the phone. "Hey, I'm coming over. I need your help," he says, which piques your interest.

"What does a 107-year-old man need my help for? I'm sure you have all the life experience you need," you joked; Bucky gasps ", ouch, my feelings… they're hurting because of you", he laughs, causing the two of you to roll your eyes at each end of the line. "May I ask what you need help with?" You sat up from the couch, eagerly waiting for his reply.

A steady silence homed their conversation for a few seconds "a date y/n… there is this beautiful woman I want to ask on a date." He sighs.

Your face drops slightly, tears rushing down your face again like the ones before. Quickly wiping the tears, you answer, so Bucky doesn't worry "a date, huh? Since when do you socialise" you half-laughed to yourself sadly. "well… doll. You see, I don't if I'm honest," you both laugh, waiting for him to continue. "But… she is amazing, beautiful, the most incredible person I've met", he boasts to you over the phone.

You couldn't help but wallow in your thoughts for a bit, wishing that it were you he was talking about. But you knew that you two were just made to be the best of friends; despite how you felt towards him, you knew he could never feel the same. It took you a while to collect yourself when Bucky spoke again, breaking your train of thought. "Doll?" Your eyes focus again on your surroundings, coming back to the reality that you wanted to run away from right then and there. "Doll, are you there?" He asks again; you clear your throat "yes! yes… sorry, yes I am." You coughed.

"I am happy for you, Buck! She will be so lucky to have you." You stand up from the couch walking into your kitchen. "I am the lucky one, actually…" he replies softly. You smile at his reply only to realise the context of the conversation before answering back to him, "Well… are you sure you need my help? I feel you have all of that covered. I don't think I could be of much help to you, Buck." You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you opened the fridge up to check what was for dinner tonight. "I most certainly do doll. You are a vital part to getting this right," he excitedly says; you could never turn him down.

Even after being his friend for over ten years, you still couldn't say no to him. "Geez, Bucky, you really are serious… I'll have you know, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since I met you, so I'll only be able to give you basic pointers," you laugh to yourself. "Doll, don't worry about it… as long as you're there, that's all I need." He swoons. You couldn't help but laugh, "see, buck, with that attitude, I think she will say yes." You lightly say, "plus, have you asked Steve? I'm sure he has better advice to give," you question. "Yeah, I did… no help there", he laughs.

"Okey dokes, well I'm going to take my shower n stuff… you've got a key so you can let yourself in, alright?" You say, continuing to push through the built-up tears and emotions that halted at your throat. "Okay, doll! See you shortly," he says "see ya, Buck" you smile, hanging up.

Not knowing it, but your world fell before you; you didn't want to lose Bucky to a woman he hasn't even told you about. Then again, you cared for his happiness, that is what he needed after all the trauma he had been put through. You shook off the tears sucking up the pain into your stomach, heading to take a shower.

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Bucky’s POV

"How do I tell her, Steve?" Bucky groans, pacing around the living room, "I love her so goddam much, but I am afraid to lose her. What if she doesn't like me and only sees me as a friend-"Bucky is cut off by Nat, who is sitting on the other side of the couch reading a book. "Bucky, I am going to slap some sense into you soon. She is head over heels for you." She sighs, getting up to leave the room. Bucky continues to pace again, with Steve closely watching.

"Ask her on a date Buck. Go from there," Steve lightly says, leaning back into his seat. "Hey doll, I know we've been best friends for ten years now, but I just wanted to let you know that I've fallen in love with you since the day we met", he frustrates into the palm of his hands. Steve chuckles a bit, "sounds about right", he snorts. Bucky wide-eyed to his oldest friend. "Ahaha, so funn-" he is cut off with a buzzing in his left pocket.

Reaching in, he picks it up "oh, it's just Sam" he rolls his eyes, answering, "what's up, Sam?" Sam sighs "have you talked to y/n recently?" He asks, which immediately makes Bucky furrow his eyebrows "no, why? Has something happened?" A pause before Sam speaks, "Can you check on her, please. She had a rough day at work. I have a feeling she is not at her best at the moment." Bucky's eyes dull hearing that the woman he's in love with is sad "okay, on it. Thanks for letting me know, Sam", he let out a sigh. "I've given her the week off, but please check." He sternly asks. "You have my word Sam" Bucky hangs up, turning to Steve.

"She had a bad day at work…" he frowns before plopping himself on the couch. "Well, buck, this may be a good opportunity to take her out on a date? Or even have a sneaky film night?" He stands up, patting his friend's shoulder. Bucky gives a slight grin, nodding, "Thanks, pal".

Steve walks out of the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts, "okay okay okay, I can do this, I can do this." He hypes himself up, taking his phone pressing your contact that he had on speed dial.

"Yellop" Bucky hears on the other end of the phone; he couldn't help but melt to the sweetness of your voice. It was one he loved so much. It wasn't unusual to call each other; it was a religious routine for the both of you. If one didn't call, the other would. But this time, it was different; Bucky was nervous; it has taken him ten years to work up the courage to ask you out. But he still couldn't, not without seeing your face, not without being able to hold you as he said he loved you and not without comforting you first. He knew you didn't want to burden him with your troubles, so he took it upon himself to make up an excuse just to see you.

After the call, Bucky knew that you'd been hiding your emotions just to have your usual conversation with him. He felt even guiltier when he went on and on about you but never had the guts to tell you that he was talking about you.

Bucky packed a night bag from his room, packing it onto his motorbike before making his way to the local supermarket that was on the way to your house.

He picked up some of your favourite snacks and a bunch of your favourite flowers, securing them on his bike before riding to your house. Then, turning his bike off, he left it parked in your garage, heading inside. He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen laying the snacks on the table before heading down the hall into your room. He could hear the shower running and knew you were still in there.

He could hear you singing a soft melody of your favourite song; Bucky smiled, took his shoes off, and set them at the door in the hallway. Bucky flopped onto your soft bed with the flowers he had for you hidden on the bedside away from the bathroom door so you wouldn't be able to see them when you'd come out.

Finishing your shower a few minutes later, you wrapped your hair in a towel. Drying yourself and popping on your oversized henley, the same one Bucky had given you all those years ago when you had nothing to wear the first time you slept at his. You put some undies on and Van's socks. Using the dryer to dry your hair, you fitted your thick hair into a messy bun with your black scrunchy. "Alright", you took a deep breath before heading out to see Bucky lying on your bed.

"Oh, Buck! Hey," you smiled at him. His head was comfy on the bedsheets; he turned to see you, a bright smile upon his face. "Hey, doll," he noticed straight away that you weren't wearing any pants, something he was used to but not used to at the same time. You'd always make a fuss over going to bed with pants on; you hated wearing pants to bed. So you just opted for socks. "So", you sigh, flopping on the bed next to him. "Who is the girl?" You asked, turning your body to the side facing him. He chuckled, rolling over the edge of the bed, coming back to meet you, your favourite flowers in his hand; you both were face to face.

"You"…

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You look at him, jerking your face back a bit in surprise but totally melting seeing the flowers. "M-me?" You reply; Bucky smiles, brushing the hair from your face nodding, "It's always been you y/n." His arm caressed your cheek, and you couldn't help but rest yours on his. You kissed the inner of his hand before taking the flowers leaving them on the bedside table.

"You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you" you smiled almost in tears; wrapping his metal arm around your waist, Bucky pulled your body close to his "And you know how long I've wanted to say the exact same thing" he rested his head against yours "I am in love with you y/n, I've loved you ever since I met you". You sniffled, cupping his cheek before leaning in, kissing his chapped lips; he leaned into him, kissing back "and just when I thought I was going to have to let you go, you prove me wrong," you chuckled through your tears.

He chuckles with you. "I couldn't tell you on the phone. I had to be here. Plus, Sam told me you had a bad day, so I wanted to be with you." You smiled, giving him the biggest hug. "Thank you, Buck. Thank you for doing this" he kissed the top of your head.

"You're welcome, love", he smiled.

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→ A/n: Yanan x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff

→ Words:  1.3K

→ A/n: This story was just so sweet to write, our hearts are beating fast for Yanan 🥺 Thank you so much for requesting this, we hope you like our story 💕

There are days that your job is everything you've ever asked for, but there are also days where you just wanted to go home and not get out of bed for the next 36 hours. Unfortunately, today was one of the latter.

Having to deal with people is always stressful to you, especially when they are rude to you for things that are out of your control, and that just drained your energy for the rest of the day.

Yanan was already at your apartment when you arrived, waiting for you with your favorite food and a bright smile.

"I thought you could use some comfort food today" he said, shrugging shyly.

"Thank God I gave you my spare key" you hugged him dramatically.

As usual, you had texted him all day, complaining about everything that happened, but you certainly didn't expect for him.to do this for you. Nevertheless, your mood already improved a million percent.

"I also added a few rom-coms to your Netflix list so we can watch while eating the ice cream I bought for dessert." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh softly.

"Seriously, I don't deserve you" you kissed his cheek with an exaggerated noise.

Yanan is undoubtedly great at making you forget any problems you are having, so by the end of dinner, you were already having so much fun that you didn't even remember what you were upset about.

You watched the movie in bed, sitting under cozy blankets and stuffing your mouth with big chunks of chocolate ice cream.

"Life could be this easy, you know?" You whined, leaning your head on his shoulders.

"Like what? A romantic comedy?" He laughed at your drama.

"I mean it!" You slapped his arm lightly "she gets a nice job and a nice boyfriend! Is it so bad that I want that?" You pouted.

"Well, you do love your job, today was just a bad day." He caressed your head softly,

"I know" you sat up straight "what about a boyfriend, though? No guys want anything to do with me"

"Ah, that's easy" he paused and looked deep into your eyes "you already have me"

You stared at him completely panicked, your cheeks probably burning red.

Yanan has been your best friend for years already, and it's not news to you that you have feelings for him. For quite a while, actually, you noticed that you get a different kind of nervousness next to him. The jealousy you felt when he dated someone was not the friend-jealous type, and you definitely felt attracted to him.

So when he said that you didn't need a boyfriend, you were afraid he somehow found out about your feelings for him.

"What do you mean?" You laughed nervously

"Think about it" he smiled charmingly, the way you knew he did when he was trying to convince someone of something. "We are great together, aren't we?"

"I guess?" You furrowed your eyebrows, not really getting his point.

"We have known each other forever. You know me better than anyone, and I do you. I know everything you love and hate, and I can spoil you better than anyone. Besides, we are basically a couple, aren't we? Look at us!."

You felt so nervous that your heart felt like it might jump off of your throat

"Yeah, but-" you tried to say something, but he continued

"We are always together, and honestly when I have an awful day, all I wanna do is call you for comfort. Not to mention how we are always in sync!".

Yanan watched you with a soft smile while your mouth hung open and your chest heaved. It wasn't possible that he said all those things without knowing about your feelings but yet, there was no way he could know. If he spoke all of that, it meant that he felt that way and you felt a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest, your stomach doing flips of nervousness.

"I agree", you smiled at him, only to see his eyes lit up and his smile widened. "But about when you find a girl? I'll be alone with my romcoms and ice cream", you laughed at your own awful state.

"No", Yanan suddenly got serious and sat straight, hand moving your hair from your face. "I don't think that'll happen".

"Ha. As if", you moved until you felt Yanan's shoulder behind your back, his arm immediately holding your shoulder, all subconsciously. "You're an incredibly nice guy, charming and funny, and so handsome. In no time a girl will steal your heart".

"Actually, that already happened", he answered, still facing you.

Your face fell. You were already staring ahead and were thankful for that. Of course, he'd be in love with someone already. Everything he just spoke was all about your amazing friendship and you were the one delusional.

"But", Yanan made sure you looked at him. "I just told you that when I find the girl for me, you wouldn't be alone with your movies and ice cream".

"That's because you're too nice-", you barely had time to finish when he cut you off.

"That's because the girl is you".

"Wait, what?" You blinked a couple of times

"Geez, you're so dense." He laughed fondly. "But yeah, all I was trying to say is that I have feelings for you. More than friendship feelings. And I think I got to a point where I can't just stand next to you and not say anything about it."

He suddenly looked shy, but so precious that you just wanted to grab him and kiss him.

"I have been trying to come up with a way to tell you that I fell in love with you for ages, I guess now would be a good time to confess?" You chuckled

"I guess, yeah" he laughed shyly "why didn't you say something before?"

"Our friendship is the most important thing in my life, and I didn't want to risk losing that. I didn't want to risk losing you."

"You would never lose me, y/n" his free hand held yours gently

"And what does this mean for us?" You asked, suddenly feeling timid whilst his presence filled the whole room with his confidence

"Now I have to ask officially." He released his embrace on you, getting up and gently pulling you to stand in front of him. He looked into your eyes and opened the most charming smile. "Y/n, we've always been best friends, and for a while, I thought I was the luckiest man alive for that. But over the years you taught me that I can not predict anything when it comes to you. You're always changing and you make me change with you. You make me a better person every day and now I'm only missing one thing to actually be the luckiest. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

You couldn't find words since Yanan stole all of them from you. Your head was overflowing with emotions, and all you managed to answer was a nod, and the next thing you knew, Yanan's lips found yours.

His tender embrace on you made every muscle on your body relax and you gave yourself completely to him. You never thought this day would come, but kissing him was better than anything you've ever fantasized about. You knew now that there was no going back, you would not be able to hold any of these feelings to yourself.

You pulled apart and he cupped your cheek, caressing your face with his thumb while you two smiled fondly at each other, giggling like two teenagers.

"If I had known that a bad day at work would be what it takes for us to date, I would have found a reason to have one way sooner" you joked.

"That sounds like something out of a rom-com, are you happy now?" He pushed you on the bed and started tickling you, making you squeal and squirm under him.

When he finally stopped, he soothed you with a shy peck to your lips.

You just couldn't stop smiling, and Yanan's face mirrored yours. You felt grateful and finally, you could admit to yourself out loud.

"Much happier now"

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10.13.21

I'm explaining this one time. For your consumption, but for myself. As in not asking for feedback. I've never felt the need to proclaim this publicly, but yesterday was coming out day. It got me gathering thoughts and this is where I been sharing my truth, so here we are.

I'm not fully straight, despite a lifetime of posturing as such. I'm not even done rewiring all those coping mechanisms, but we've been getting there for a few years. To sum it up short, I'm very attracted to certain feminine auras, so mostly cis women, but not necessarily. The odds for boys aren't good, but definitely aren't null. The odds for those in-between are yes. Maybe, but yes. Attraction to femininity is called gynosexual, but that is not a word I'll be describing myself as ever. Like the word itself is the problem lol.

I didn't realize myself until my second year of college, I guess I was always in love with some girl until then. But over the year after losing my forever person, I met two people I was very drawn to who weren't women. One's some boy, and one's some beautiful creature. I spent some time with both but we weren't close. I did feel a stir, or the air before it, but I didn't really roll it in my mind for years. I was amidst a stifling culture in greek life, and I'd grown up deep in a progressive church, and I was going through a very real identity crisis, so there was baggage stopping me from feeling myself out until things quieted again, just couldn't fade at that point.

This isn’t easy to talk about because it's just weird to approach. And anyone who should know has asked, or I let them know. I see that I don't really post love poems about boys either but that still makes sense to me. I've crushed and written a few joints but I've never really had a boy who's pulled me to write that way, and who knows if when, so I’m not holding it yet. It would have to be full attraction because I'm not very attracted to the male physique. There may be remnants of leftover instincts to flat avoid the stigmas associated with a non-straight identity. But I think I'm past that and it just doesn't feel right.

Fear of perception can be nasty. The shame that kept me quiet was not religion-laced, it was pack mentality and conformity and anxiety. It came from lowkey stumbling into an unnecessarily negative self-image, for the first time since very young, and I felt in no position to rattle relationships with the people around me. Because no matter how open-minded people are, many will look at you different. Over what, that maybe I'd spoon a boy if the stars align? Please, not worth. I guess concentric as to why one might tuck trauma, I just couldn't afford to deal with it. It wasn’t a big thing to me either, non-hetero attraction was normal “enough” where I’m from, but just new to me. And my love for women never changed so it didn't affect me heavy.

I do recognize it's as much a hang-up on my end, I don't mean to paint it like I was surrounded by a bad crowd. I wasn't, we mostly just had a group of likable and sensible people, but every huge group of boys will have at least a small handful of trash. Also I'm pretty sure in a personal convo with most friends I would've told the truth if asked, but people will widely run with the assumption you're straight if you only talk about women, and god I love women.

But I'm done with school. Not living at my parents old home with all those ghosts. My workplace is genuinely progressive. And all of the bullshit people in my life are gone. Nothing's been holding me back from sharing this except that it's never felt like the right time and it's tangled. And I guess I've always wanted to look at this like I'm not hiding anything too. That's hyperbole, but I do know that when I'm serious about someone, I'm not subtle or ashamed. All my people will know soon enough lol.

I knew sharing this would come with a whole roll of context, which overstates what this is. It's not a big deal. Who's all the way straight these days, half of y'all lying lol. That punchline's better suited for another social platform don't @ me.

This is just me owning who I am since that's what I try to do here. It's for the best. And when I start to feel comfortable enough to put myself out there again, just know I'll be looking out different.

#personal #also #am he/him #or oat/milk

[byuncock]

Do you still love me? // Baekhyun

pairing: baekhyun x oc/reader

genre: angst, slight fluff?

word count: 1.6k

a/n: unedited! inspo came from a oneshot that is no longer available to read.

The cafe was filled with such a happy atmosphere. You were feeling everything, but.

You looked over to your boyfriend as his attention was solely on the one person sitting across from him. Which so happens to be his ex.

The both of you were out for your anniversary celebration, but it seems like you were the only one excited noting the outfits as you looked down at yours then looking over to Baekhyun's laidback hoodie and sweats. Good thing anything he wears makes him look stylish.

For some reason his ex keeps glaring at you from time to time. You havent even talked to her beside a simple introduction of hello's and my name is.

Your mood for the day has been ruined and dampened even more at the fact that he was paying attention to his ex more than you. You heave out a sigh while staring ahead just wanting them to finish talking so the both of you could just end the day even though it's only the after noon.

Hearing the sigh Baekhyun turns towards you while his friend is still talking. He stares a bit feeling bad that you had to deal with this on a special day.

He turns to her, "Well, it was nice seeing you again. If you don't mind leaving us since we are celebrating our anniversary after all" Baekhyun shoos her politely.

She let's out a flabbergasted "Oh!" and nods at the both of you then leaving. Baekhyun turns his head towards yours and gives a peck at your temple.

Feeling annoyed you stood up to leave not before telling him, "Let's go home, Baekhyun"

You were washing the dishes. Deep in thought about when things went wrong with your relationship with baekhyun.

He's been distant since around a month ago you ponder. Then the affection started decreasing weekly along with dates and communication you investigate.

As you were deep in thought Baekhyun was standing at the entrance of the kitchen the whole time with his arms crossed while staring at you. Also, deep in thought of what words to start off.

"Hey, we need to talk" he starts off as he uncrosses his arms and walks closer to you leaving a good distance.

Coming back to reality you looked over to him then down at the sink since you were still washing the dishes, "What did you wanna talk about?" letting out nonchalantly.

He opens his mouth, but the words are stuck. He closes and swallows, trying again, "I don't think I want to continue this relationship anymore" he lets out softly. As if he was hesitant even saying it, scared even.

You knew this was coming. Were you surprised? No. Just disappointed. You ceased washing the plates and turn to look fully at him, "Why?" genuinely curious even though you were breaking inside.

He stayed silent while looking around. Trying to find the words you assumed. "Do you still love me anymore?" you questioned in a whisper.

He stares at you straight in the eye, "I don't think I love you anymore" he finally lets out. Breaking you completely.

It was suddenly getting harder to breathe. You feel the tears creeping up. But you swallowed a large lump and nodded. Going back to finish washing the dishes, "Alright then, I guess this is it?" you questioned.

Not letting him say anything else when you added, "I'll pack my stuff when I'm done with this" you turn your head at him with a forced small smile.

Then he left.

-

It's been about a few weeks. Or a month. You don't really know since you lost count of the days. Not having the energy to even care about anything else besides your broken heart.

You were staying at your friend's place, who is kind enough to let you move in, but because of reasons you didn't want to do that to her. Letting her know you'll only be staying there for a short time until you find your own place.

The sun has set and the moon is shining brightly. Though the weather has been nice lately your mood hasn't got any better. So you try to cheer yourself up by having walks daily either in the morning or night.

This time around you were feeling extra sad and heartbroken which led to all memories with Baekhyun and self doubt. Must be your incoming monthly cycle.

You were walking out at night aimlessly. Which should be dangerous, but you didnt care at the moment. Not until someone grabbed your shoulders from behind and turned you around, startling you.

You were so shock you didn't really get to process who the person was before they pulled you into their embrace. The scent giving it away.

The tears you've been trying to keep at bay for the past week had finally been let go.

Baekhyun hears you sobbing and hugs you tighter while whispering apologies and I love yous in your ear.

You were so upset and hurt that he broke it off just like that. All the anger and sadness coming out through your sobs and actions. You pushed him away while looking at him.

"W- What ar-are you doin- doing?" you asked while hiccuping. Now that you were finally able to take a look at him you cried even harder.

He was flabbergasted, didn't know what to do, but pull you in his embrace once again while apologizing, "I.... I'm sorry my love.... I'm so sorry"

He tightened his hug while whispering apologies and sweet nothings.

While you just stood there. Limp. Bawling your eyes out at the same man who broke your heart.

So many thoughts were bombarding your already tired head. Why is he here? Why is he hugging me? How did he recognize me? What the fuck?

Baekhyun let you cry in his arms while he soothes your back. Waiting for you to calm down before he speaks again. When you do he lets out softly, "I would like to speak with you. If that's okay?" pulling away at arms length so he can look at you. Trying to decipher the emotion on your face other than sadness.

You were so confused, "What do you even want to talk about?" giving a deep frown as you try to back away from him and have a decent amount of space in between.

Baekhyun didn't like that. Even though you created distance he still managed to graze his hands down to yours to intertwine them.

"I wanted to apologize" he started quickly. "I know I broke your heart and told you I no longer loved you, but baby was I so damn wrong," he tightened his hold on you.

Millions of emotions ran through you. Still confused obviously. But now. Upset. How can he just do that? One second decides he no longer loves you and breaks it off then come back because he was wrong. Who does that?

He was eagerly waiting for any type of reply, but all he received was a troubled look and thoughts running through your head.

"These past weeks we've been apart felt like hell. I realized I made a mistake shortly after I broke it off with you, but I didn't want to get back to you so soon because I wanted to be sure that I still love you. Which I do, which is why I was trying to plan something until I ran into you" he pauses. Letting you soak in what he said before continuing.

He saw your eyes move from the ground up to his eyes. He took that as a queue to talk again and hopefully convince you how sincere he is.

"Something in my gut told me to do it now or else I wouldn't have got a chance later. So I took it." he pauses again and slowly gravitate you towards him into an embrace so the both of you could look directly at each other.

"Now I am hoping you can forgive me and give me another chance because I love you so damn much. I'm a fucking moron to ever thought I didn't love you anymore. Please, baby. Give me another chance and let me be with you again." he softly lets out with his lips just a centimeter away from yours.

His eyes occasionally drift between your eyes and your lips. Somehow his arms were wrapped around you.

You were still soaking it in. Everything was too much at the moment and in the state you were currently in didn't help.

The whole time he talked you didn't even reply back with anything besides all the emotional looks he caught.

You were deep in thought. So deep in thought you forgot what was happening until you feel his arms tighten around you.

You can tell the situation was making him anxious and your lack of response made it 10x worse.

"I don't" you croaked. Clearing your throat you tried again " I don't know" you finally let out.

He ended up placing his forehead against yours and stared deeply into your eyes. "Please" he begged with a crack in his voice. He closed his eyes and his expression seemed like he was holding back his tears.

You didn't feel bad.

You pulled away from him. Making sure you were six feet apart and he stood there with his eyes closed. You can see a tear run down his pretty features.

"My number's still the same" you whispered. You stood there for another few seconds then turn to leave.

If he wanted you back then he better work his ass off.

You were not going to experience that heart break again. You wanted to be sure that he means it so if the both of you do get back together there wouldn't be doubts. There wouldn't be second thoughts of what if Baekhyun falls out of love with you again. Because you have no idea if you can handle that the second time.

-

As you are walking back to your friend's place. Your phone vibrates.

~

a/n: lmk your thoughts!

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[bowdawn]

might we get jealous/territorial elain? in any way possible? 😍

"Do you have to go back to the human lands?" I lazily brush a lock of Lucien's hair. Laying on his chest is the most comfortable I have been in a long time. My mate.

I stretch on top of him, rubbing my nips on his wide chest. He purrs in my ear. Too quickly, he flips me so I'd be underneath him. And as he kisses me, I giggle.

"You could come with me." His tongue is ardently leaving wet patches along my face, jaw, and neck. When he reaches my breasts I'm already a pool of mess all over again.

Neither Feyre nor Nesta's warnings about the frenzy hit the truth of how it would really make me feel. Lucien is all I want, every single day.

"I'm what you want for longer than the frenzy, my lady." He chuckles against my skin, bitting my stomach as he makes his way down.

"Noisy bastard." I say, but there is really no heat to it. Lucien only hums until his mouth is busy elsewhere.

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I stood beside the door of Vassa's manor. Lucien had only been gone for a couple of days before I couldn't take it any longer and forced my little sister to bring me here.

"He is fine Elain. And your frenzy should be dying down already. You guys were three whole months hiding from us!" Feyre's words don't bother Elain. She knows just it's not just the frenzy.

"Thank you Feyre. I will be fine from here." I gather the skirts of my dress - soft pink, as Lucien loves - and make my way inside the house. I can hear my sister snicker behind me

"I remember a time you couldn't even hear his name." She winnows before I hiss back at her.

Noisy.

Jurian is the one who opens the door for me. I smile, and without waiting for a reply, follow the string that connects me to Lucien. He can feel me, and something is off. He is nervous.

Why is he nervous?

I hushed my steps and freeze as I see the scene unfold. Lucien is dashing, as always, standing in front of a chair - the one he no doubt was sited before - looking at me with alarming eyes.

I narrowed my own and look the rest of the room.

Vassa is there. Confusion frowning her eyebrows. Jurian crosses the room and take the sit next to her again. A smug smile on his face.

Another female is there. And without even metting her before I know who she is. Nuan.

I should be grateful for her. She had been the one to give Lucien his metal eye. But my feelings are not controlled and I growl.

Lucien's eyebrows shot high and he smiles at me.

"Love-" He walks in front of me. "You didn't tell me you were coming."

"You didn't tell me lots of things apparently."

Lucien shakes his head. "I kne-"

I don't wait for a reply, instead I turn and leave the room. Knowing Lucien would follow me.

I would not make a scene in front of everyone.

As I walk, Lucien right beside me, I try to sort my emotions. I'm so angry, I can't think! In no time we reached the nearby forest. And I keep walking until we are far enough of the house.

"Why you didn't tell me Nuan was here?" I shot the question at him.

Lucien sighed. "Elain, you can't control all the females I'm around. Nuan is just a friend."

I sniffs. "Just a friend my ass. You were lovers."

"No, we've never done anything."

"You're lying." And I can feel the tears already in my eyes. This was not the reunion I imagined.

Lucien chuckles. "I'm not." He embraces me, bringing my body as closer as he can get. I can feel him, hard and ready. "It's really hot seeing you jealous."

"I can't help it. You told me you were a harlot before me."

Lucien laughs. "I told you I had my share of lovers because I'm over three hundred years old. But that none of them matter as you do."

"Only Jesmida." I look at him and kiss his cheek. She is the only female I could share my mate with. The pain and guilt he still feels had been enough to end any harm feelings I could have.

"Yes." He whispers.

I'm still not happy, so I play a little. "Azriel brought me here."

"What?" He shots straight to look me down. I see his nostrils take a deep breath and he relax. "You little minx. He did not."

"Besides, he is mated as well." I point that out, with a smile.

"I told you I would hate him for at least five years from the way he dared thinking of you. Like you were his to begin with. Like you're an object to be owned." I giggle, starting to feel vindicated. I did liked jealous Lucien - from time to time.

Lucien finally lowers his head and kisses me. "This is why Feyre forbid you to come. You are too territorial yet, wanting to kill any female that isn't family and stand next to me."

I roll my eyes. "I like to take care of what is mine."

"Yes." Is all he says, kissing me again. "I'm yours. And you're mine."

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