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kentocidal · 10 months

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lucky winner

users: piercer!bakugou x afab!fem!reader x tattoo artist!kirishima

internal warnings: descriptions of needles/tattoos/piercings as they occur, long fic, wow there's plot in this!, consensual threeway, established krbk, oral (m and f!receiving), piv, spit, size kink, light dacryphilia, spitroasting, inaccurate positioning, ask to tag

internal notes: three way won the poll so i went ham. my fault og. final word count somehow came to 5.2k ish.

new notifications: @kaedescara

you stared blankly at the notification on your phone, wide-eyed and jaw agape. you blinked slowly, rubbed a hand down your face, and then clicked your phone off and back on again. the screen lit back up to your screensaver and the single notification that sat covering it. ‘@sincitytattoojp tagged you in their story! check it out!’

you looked up from your phone to your friend, who you now realized was calling your name and snapping her fingers. “uh, hello? earth to y/n? what’s going on? did your ex message you or something?”

“i think i won something.” you mumbled, turning your phone to show your friend. she furrowed her brows together and took your phone from your hand, studying the notification before cracking a grin.

“is this that tattoo parlor in tokyo that you keep talking about hypothetically going to?” she laughed as she punched in your passcode and opened up instagram, pressing on the icon to the parlor’s instagram story.

you were quick to snatch your phone back to watch the story yourself, raising the volume on your phone to hear it. it was a video of someone’s hand reaching into a very full fishbowl of printed instagram handles, pulling out a tiny piece of paper and unfolding it to reveal your instagram username. the caption read in big red lettering, “congrats to @[y/n] for winning the human canvas raffle. reply to this post by midnight to schedule your slot.”

you swallowed thickly and looked up at your friend. “i won the fucking raffle. i won the nine hour session.”

your friend sucked in a breath before laughing and lifting her glass to you. “godspeed, soldier.”

you looked back down at your phone and clicked back to rewatch your name be pulled from the bowl. you had entered the contest on a whim – you hadn’t expected to win. you had reposted the parlor’s picture and tagged your three closest friends to enter a bid into becoming a human canvas for a day, i.e. getting tattooed and pierced until you tapped out. the parlor owners couldn’t seem to decide on whether to call it the human canvas contest or the no mercy challenge, not that it mattered. both fit the bill to describe what you had just won.

you swiped up on the story.

you: i dont know whether to be terrified or excited.

@sincitytattoojp: both, sweetheart. sign this and get it back to us [1 attachment]

you had gone through an extensive back and forth that night, printing and signing and scanning different waivers and papers to ensure that you would be able to handle an entire day of sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded with needles and getting art permanently printed on your skin forever. you were grateful that they took so much precaution in ensuring you were well aware of the situation you were putting yourself in, and getting ample consent confirmed ahead of time. you already felt comfortable as you stepped off the train in tokyo and started towards the shop.

sin city tattoo and body art. the small tattoo shop had garnered a massive following around the globe for the gorgeous work that consistently poured from the studio. the artists had never shown their faces on their page, but it was clearly just a two man show. sometimes one of them would film the other doing their newest piece on a client they handpicked from the waiting list, and it was clear that the two were a little more than close friends.

you trusted their work. you were a new client, obviously, but after following their page for over a year, you knew you would be okay with going through with this. you were just… inexperienced. you had a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on your ankle and your ears double pierced in the lobes, but that was it.

you rounded the corner and saw the neon sign over the glass doors to the shop, the shutters pulled down. you took a deep breath and tried the door, mildly surprised that it opened up. a tiny bell chimed over your head as you stepped inside.

the shop was small, but it was clean. absolutely pristine. for a tattoo shop called sin city, you were expecting a bit more of a grunge theme, not exactly the creamy white walls littered with black picture frames of flash art available for purchase, a tall cabinet filled with various jewelry for fresh piercings, plants in the corners surrounding two chairs that were supposedly for a waiting area. there was a tall partition behind the front desk, and the shop stretched backward, most likely leading to a tattoo chair and then a piercing table, respectively.

you stood awkwardly by the front door, gripping your bag in front of you. you had brought a few little snacks and some water in preparation for being there all day. you shuffled your feet as you heard footsteps coming up from the back of the shop, and suddenly you were reconsidering your outfit choice. you had tried to be helpful by going with a tight spaghetti strap tank top and a high riding skirt, knowing that you would probably need to shuffle clothes around during the course of the day.

your thoughts got clogged almost immediately when a brick wall of a man rounded the partition, scratching the back of his neck and staring down at you with big red eyes that looked curious, almost playful. he had to have been at least six-five, looming over you with broad shoulders and bulky arms that were covered in tattoos that went all the way down to his knuckles. his red hair was tied half-up half-down, the black roots at his forehead showing through.

you gaped at him like a fish out of water, face starting to feel warm as he glanced you up and down, and then smiled, revealing a wide set of sharp sharklike teeth. “aye, kats! i think she’s here!” he called over his shoulder before stepping behind the front desk. “you’re our pretty contest winner, right?”

“uh-”

“my name’s eijirou kirishima. i’m the main tattoo guy here.” he grinned at you, boyish and peppy, and it stifled your nerves somewhat as you returned the smile, but you were flustered beyond belief. you had seen the videos of him tattooing, you knew at least that his hands were big, but not the rest of him.

“ah, yeah, hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to see your fsce for once.” you giggled nervously, and he laughed and nodded.

“yeah, we’re not all about showing who we are online. the page got too big, tokyo’s a big place, we don’t want the extra attention, yknow?” he smiled warmly at you as he bent down and shuffled through some paperwork under the desk, pulling it out and gesturing for you to come closer. “i know we already got a lot of your stuff online, but this is the last waiver. pretty much a final agreement that we get to do whatever we want to your body until you either tap out, or the clock hits six, whichever comes first.”

you made a little squeaking noise at his phrasing, glancing at his face as he just continued to smile. he fumbled around for a pen and held it out to you, and you reached to take it, but he snatched it back and leaned across the desk. “just so you know, you can say stop at any time. we’re not forcing you to be here. if you say no to an idea, we won’t do it. stuff like that. okay?”

you blinked at him. he seemed so genuine, really making sure he was thorough in his explanations of the paperwork and of your position in this. it helped you take a deep breath and nod. “i know. i’m all good.”

“awesome. you seem like a real trooper.” he chuckled in a deep, rumbly voice, and finally held the pen back out to you.

you took it, your soft fingers brushing over his rough skin and making you feel like your hand was alight in flames. you signed your name at the bottom of the form, dated it, and slid it back across the desk to kirishima. he just grinned at you and shoved the paper into the desk again.

“bakugou! come on, man! she’s all good!” kirishima leaned his head around the partition, and you jumped slightly when the familiar voice of kirishima’s partner sounded from the back of the shop.

“i fucking heard you the first time, i’m not fucking deaf!”

“well, just hurry up!” kirishima laughed and turned back to you. “sorry, he’s a real stickler for making sure his spot is all clean. i’m clean, but he’s a neat freak.”

“who’re you calling a neat freak, red?” a slightly shorter man stepped out from down the hallway, and again you felt your breath catch in your throat.

he was still tall, but far more intimidating in his black wife beater and jeans. he took off his mask that had been covering the lower half of his face, revealing a nose piercing and snake bites around plush lips. his fluffy blonde hair was standing up in all the right places, piercing red eyes looking your form up and down as he cracked his knuckles. his arms were littered patchwork-style, much different than kirishima’s full sleeves, and he clearly liked to hit the gym seven days a week.

you gulped and shifted your weight as bakugou’s eyes drifted over you. “name’s katsuki bakugou. you’ve already met red. didya sign the form?”

“uh, yes. all of the forms.”

“great.” his eyes locked on yours. clearly, this guy was all about professionalism and business, at least while he was on the clock. then he turned his head to kirishima. “so, where did you want to start her?”

you found yourself laid down on your chest, head turned to the side to stare at bakugou’s back as he organized something off to the side. music was playing, but you could hardly hear it over the buzzing of the tattoo gun and the weight of kirishima’s hand on your back.

you chewed on your lip as you felt the needle trace over the skin of your lower back, occasionally lifting to get more ink, only to return and start the ministrations over again. it wasn’t an easy spot to get ink done; tramp stamps were adorable and sexy, but the skin on that part of a person’s back is notoriously thin. despite this, however, you always found the pain to be… enjoyable.

you felt kirishima’s free hand slide over to the middle of your back, splaying out, applying some pressure to get a better angle as he leaned over you. if he wasn’t wearing a mask, you would be able to feel his warm breaths fanning out against your sensitive skin. your eyes fluttered and you did your best not to move as your neurons fired over the sheer size of his hand against your back. splayed out like that, his fingertips were on one side and the heel of his hand almost felt like it was on the other. perhaps your perception was being warped on account of the buzzing needle poking your back, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

kirishima added more pressure even as the needle lifted away from your skin, pushing you down into the bed, making you squeak softly. bakugou’s head turned briefly to you, glinting in the white overhead lighting almost devilishly, before turning away again.

“so,” kirishima’s low voice made you flinch slightly, having been entranced by the weight of him looming over your form, “i don’t really see any ink on you. is this your first time?” you heard him chuckle into his mask as he waited for you to relax again, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down, before pressing the needle down again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, hun.”

you felt like some kind of high schooler talking about her virginity. “it’s- it’s fine. no, it’s not my first, but it’s my first big one. i’ve got a little one on my ankle.”

“your ankle?” he repeated, still pressing the needle to your skin and definitely coloring a shape in. “who did that for you? wasn’t us.”

“right, yeah.” you giggled slightly, really trying not to move as you wiggled the foot that held the little tattoo. “just an old friend who was an apprentice somewhere else.”

“ankle’s a rough place for a first tattoo,” grumbled bakugou, finally turning towards you and sitting down in a chair a little ways away, manspreading in your peripheral. “how’d you sit for that?”

“it hurt, but i liked it.” you mumbled back honestly, glancing back when you felt kirishima put the tattoo gun down and reach with a gloved hand towards your ankle, bending your leg at the knee to study the work.

“hm. it’s real cute on you, but i would’ve done it a little different.” his thumb brushed over the tattoo, over the thin skin of your ankle, sending a spike of heat through your body. “i could touch it up later.” he guided your leg back down and brushed his hand over the back of your thigh briefly before picking his tattoo gun back up and reapplying that heavy pressure to your back again.

“yeah, okay…” you murmured breathily, feeling small underneath kirishima’s weight and the power of bakugou’s gaze where he was staring at you, at kirishima, at how kirishima’s hands left indents in your skin as he worked.

your mouth felt like it was full of cotton, your head feeling like all the blood had drained from it and gone south. you shouldn’t be thinking like this, feeling like this, not while effectively getting stabbed thousands of times per minute.

bakugou hummed as he stood up again to get within your line of sight. “you said you liked the pain, huh? you one of those weird people that gets a high off of getting ink done?”

you felt your face burst with heat, unable to move as you opened your mouth and stammered. kirishima chuckled behind his mask.

“don’t tease, kats.”

“‘m not teasin’. i was just sayin’ that i agree with her.” bakugou smirked at you before stepping around the wall to go get a water from the fridge.

kirishima’s free hand slid from your middle back to just above your ass, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your tight skirt as he worked.

“you’re sitting really well for this, doll. ‘m proud. probably one of my favorite things to do is back tattoos. especially these.”

you hummed softly in the back of your throat, probably mumbling a thank you that just made him laugh again.

you didn’t say anything when his free hand squeezed your ass as he leaned back to get more ink in the gun.

kirishima had spread the second skin across your pretty new tramp stamp with precision, making sure it wouldn’t wrinkle or peel away until your tattoo was healed. you were given a snack of chips and a bottle of water to recuperate while bakugou prepped his area, pulling on a mask and snapping black latex gloves over his hands. “so, how ya feelin’?”

“good,” you took a breath as you capped your water, sitting quietly on the tattoo bench and waiting to move to the piercing table. “ready to move on, i guess.”

“hope you don’t mind, but i took some photos when red was doing you.” he glanced over his shoulder, and you smiled and waved it off.

“i don’t mind at all. my friend didn’t believe me when i said i was actually gonna come.”

“that so?” bakugou cocked a brow, his mouth hidden behind the black mask. “anyway, what’re you thinking for this next bit? industrial? nose?”

“ah.” you shifted on the bench, glancing away from him as kirishima rounded the corner. “i was, uh. i was thinking i could get my… i could get my nipples pierced first? get the worst ones out of the way?”

kirishima blinked once and immediately shot a look to bakugou, who made eye contact. it was like telepathy; there was a silent exchange between them before bakugou nodded and waved for you to step over. “sure, whatever. it’s definitely not the worst pain, though.”

“really?” you stood on jelly legs and walked over to the piercing bench, sitting down in front of bakugou, who pulled a chair over to sit.

“mhm. worst i would say for a girl is the clitoral hood.”

you flushed and shook your head. “no thanks. i think i’ll stick to this for now.”

“okay.” bakugou sat back in his chair, staring at you. you stared back, tilting your head. bakugou furrowed his brows and clicked his tongue, making an ‘up’ motion with two fingers. only then did it click that you needed to take your shirt off.

you looked around as you started to tug your tank top up, looking over at kirishima, who was leaning against the wall with fascination. “ah, sorry! if you really want, i can leave.”

“no! no, it’s fine.” you shook your head, and finally got the courage to lift your tank top up and over your head. in preparation for this, you had simply forgone your bra in the morning.

you were left in just your skirt and panties, essentially. kirishima hummed low in his throat, earning him a glare from bakugou. you felt like you were on fire when bakugou reached a hand out to your shoulder. “lay back. slow.”

you shuddered under his grasp and laid back on the table, bringing your feet up and bending your knees to be a little more comfortable. your nipples pebbled and hardened from the cold air of the parlor.

bakugou studied your tits with an intense gaze, clearly focused on his job in a way that kirishima was not. where kirishima was flirty, groping and grabbing, bakugou was cold and practiced.

“so this is gonna go something like this. one of these is gonna hurt more than the other. when i tell you, you gotta breathe in, and then breathe out all at once. it’ll make the pain a little easier to handle.”

“okay.”

“i’ll be quick, but we gotta do one at a time.” he grabbed a skin safe marker and finally his hands reached for one of your tits, rubbing his thumb into the skin as he marked where the needle would enter and exit. you felt like you were shaking, being grabbed and examined in such a professional manner.

“you can’t have any fuckin’ saliva or jizz or whatever touch these till they’re fully healed, you got that?”

you squeaked, almost jumping in surprise at his words, before laughing and shaking your head. “no worries there.”

“you sure?” bakugou tilted his head, eyebrow raised, and kirishima laughed as he walked over towards the bench.

you didn’t get a chance to answer bakugou, because kirishima was by your head, offering his massive hand to you. “you can squeeze my hand so you don’t pass out.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, squirming on the bench as bakugou squeezed your tit. you didn’t answer, just reaching your hand up to hold onto kirishima’s. his hand was large, warm, and so rough. you wanted to feel his-

“alright sugar. take a deep breath in for me.”

you sucked in a breath through your teeth, and then suddenly a white hot pain shot through your body, something never experienced before. your vision whited out and you may or may not have cried out and dug your nails into kiri’s hand, gripping it tightly.

your head swam as you were encouraged to breathe, and then to breathe in again as the wide bar was slipped through the new piercing. you yelped and jerked on the table, making bakugou put his gloved hand flat between your tits to try and ground you. “relax, brat. stay fucking still. gotta get this stupid ball on.”

“aw, she’s cryin’.” kiri chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. your cheeks did feel wet as the pain subsided slowly. you whimpered as bakugou leaned away from you and reached to grab another needle package and the second bar.

“one more, drama queen. you can do it. just one more.”

“already?” you whined, shaking your head at him as he scooted his chair closer to get a better angle on your other nipple.

you did not get a chance to beg for mercy. “breathe in deep, good fuckin’ girl.”

you screamed this time. bakugou had been right, one hurt more than the other. your head felt so light all of a sudden, your vision blurring as you gripped kirishima’s hand like a vice and shook. your breath punched out of you when the bar was pushed through and the little ball at the end was screwed on.

you stared up at the ceiling and tried to get your bearings as kirishima let go of your hand to pet your hair and keep it away from your tears. “you did it, pretty girl. you got it. just breathe. did such a great job, yeah?”

you gathered your thoughts together as you listened to bakugou get up and take his gloves and his mask off, tossing them away, ever the professional. he walked back over to where you were laying and held up a mirror over you to show you your new jewelry. the sight made the pain worth it; your nipples, perky and red and hard, glittering with bars pushed through.

“what do ya think?” bakugou cocked his head at you, and you let out a deep breath.

“they look… really nice.”

“really sexy, more like.” kirishima chuckled over you as he openly ogled your chest.

you made a noise of surprise, which was immediately followed by your voice getting caught in your throat when bakugou’s free hand moved to start rubbing up and down your thigh. “you okay?”

“y-yeah.”

“you need a break?”

“i think so.”

bakugou nodded and looked to kirishima, who broke into a grin and bent over you just a little, his voice dropping an octave. “let’s take a nice long break, then, huh doll? you think you might wanna relax a bit with us? take your mind off the pain?”

“what?” you shifted to sit up on your elbows, wincing from the pain in your chest, looking between them.

kirishima laughed, “come on, doll. i know you didn’t come in here wearing just that tiny skirt for nothin’.”

“you can say no.” bakugou’s hand moved off your thigh, clearly the more level headed of the two. “we’ll take a break and come back in a half hour to keep going-“

“wait.” you flushed and put up a hand to make him shut up, glancing between them. “you’re not- together?”

“well, yeah, fucking obviously we are,” bakugou rolled his eyes at you while kiri chuckled, “but if we see a hot chick, we’re not gonna say no.”

“true.” kiri was practically purring.

they were standing over you, broad shoulders and tattooed hands and muscle, red eyes honed in on your shirtless form, and for some reason you allowed your inhibitions to fall away.

you took a deep breath and pouted. “just don’t make me get an infection on my new piercings.”

“never.” bakugou cracked his first real grin, foxlike and dirty, already moving back down towards your legs to start pushing your knees apart. you sat up a bit more, onto your hands, sucking in a breath when the bench dipped under bakugou’s added weight as he pushed your knees far apart and revealed your plain cotton panties with an obvious wet spot in the crotch, your pussy throbbing with the realization.

bakugou hummed as he slid rough fingertips down the insides of your thighs. “look at that shit, red. she’s already soaked. got this pretty pussy all needy even after pokin’ her.”

“figured as much. she was all spaced out during her tat.” kiri’s meaty hand slipped around the column of your throat, practically engulfing it in one palm as he turned your head to make you look up at him.

you gasped, and kirishima’s mouth came crashing down onto yours; he had to practically crouch to get even close to you where you were sitting. your hands flew up to his hair, body twisting slightly as bakugou started to work his fingers along your hips to further push your skirt up around them.

you felt yourself start to whimper as bakugou pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers through your wet folds. you shook and moaned as his fingers skillfully rubbed slow circles into your clit, making your hips jerk.

kiri laughed against your lips and squeezed his hand slightly around the column of your throat, pulling away from your mouth to look at your dazed expression. “lay back, doll.”

he guided you back to lay on the bench again, letting go of your throat only for a moment to start unbuckling his belt. “kats, i’m takin’ her mouth first, mkay?”

“hm?” bakugou glanced up from where he was licking his lips, about to press his nose to your pussy. “oh, yeah sure whatever. i’m getting a taste first.”

“someone’s got an oral fixation.”

“shut the fuck up, you red-haired loser.”

you felt yourself start to giggle at their interactions, but suddenly there were lips wrapped tightly around your cliff and a fat cock hanging over your face, drooling with pre.

you swallowed as your mouth practically started to water. your head was spinning as bakugou worked his tongue against your clit, a finger starting to push its way into your right, wet heat. you moaned and felt your eyes flutter, fingers curling into the sides of the piercing bench. “ah, i-i don’t know if i can fit-“

“shh. all you gotta do is swallow. can you try just the tip?” kiri cocked his head at you, suddenly all puppy eyes as he stroked his cock to his boyfriend eating you out.

you whimpered and nodded. how could you say no? you ground your hips against bakugou’s face as your lips parted, and kirishima pushed just the fat head of his cock past them with a low groan.

you felt full. bakugou started to push a second finger into your weeping hole, drool and your juices dripping down his chin and dotting the bench as he ate you out and found the spongy spot within you that made your back arch off the bench, knees attempting and failing to snap shut around his head. bakugou growled against your pussy, unhappy with you disturbing his meal.

you couldn’t respond what with kirishima shallowly thrusting into your mouth, working inch after inch into you. you felt his heady tip hit the back of your throat as your head hung down over the edge of the bench, and you coughed and sputtered.

“shh, careful, careful. breathe.” his hand returned to your throat, feeling the way he slipped further and further in. his balls hung down in your face as he started to effectively fuck your throat, groaning when you whined around him.

you did your best to suck his cock, slobbering and drooling down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back when bakugou removed his mouth and rubbed circles into your clit with his thumb. “she tastes fuckin’ good.”

“yeah? y’think so?”

“yeah,” bakugou breathed out, almost like an offering, and as he pulled his fingers out of your wet pussy, he shoved them directly into kirishima’s mouth.

kiri groaned loudly and sucked on bakugou’s fingers with the eagerness of a dog, gripping your throat with one hand and bakugou’s wrist in the other. he made sure bakugou’s fingers were clean before letting go and rolling his hips against your face. “shit.”

“mhm.” bakugou was panting as he hurriedly fussed with his jeans, shoving them down enough to get his cock free. it was difficult, positioning himself on the bench, but he made it work as he slapped his tip against your clit.

you cried out and gagged again on kirishima’s fat cock, gurgling pathetically while they both laughed at you.

“poor babydoll,” bakugou hissed, pressing his tip to your entrance, “she can hardly breathe, eiji.”

“she’s doin’ a good fucking job. i can feel how deep i am in her throat.”

“i can fuckin’ see that.” bakugou snapped right back before taking a deep breath and sinking so slowly into your pussy.

your walls fluttered around his cock as he sheathed himself inside you, one hand gripping your hip dangerously tight and the other reaching to grab for kirishima’s free hand. “fuck, red, she feels so fucking tight.”

“if- if you think her pussy’s tight, wait till you feel her throat.” kiri panted lowly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand over you.

you felt like an object, a plaything, lightheaded and so, so full, almost screaming when they both started to fuck into you at once; they were slightly off pace, both focused on their own pleasure, chasing their highs and smothering you all the while.

kirishima’s hand slid from your throat to the middle of your chest, a compressing weight that left you truly breathless as his balls practically smacked into you. you did your best to try and suck his cock, really, you did, but it was so difficult when bakugou was bullying your pussy and making you shake and cry out.

kirishima was the first to falter, his hips starting to jerk erratically as your vision blurred from tears of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, fuck, ‘m gonna cum-“

“already? pathetic.” bakugou snapped, only egging kirishima on and making him whine as he tossed his head back and came deep in your throat, making you gag and choke.

he didn’t pull out until the thick, heady ropes of his cum were seated on your tongue, taking a step back to let his fat cock slap wetly against his thigh. it was clear, then, that his refractory period was short; he was already at half mast again as he watched bakugou fuck you into the bench, hiking one of your legs up around his waist to get deeper.

you cried out loudly, voice ragged and ruined as bakugou’s thumb returned to your clit.

“come on pretty girl, lemme feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock first. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel ya squeezin’ me in. shit, baby, fucking cum for me.”

your back arched off the table and your eyes rolled back as you came hard around his cock, your vision going white as you jerked and spasmed on the table. bakugou moaned and dropped his head forward, holding on until the last second when he could pull out and cum all over your twitching cunt, jerking himself off all the way. thick ropes of cum splattered against your skin and made you shiver, all parts of you sensitive.

kirishima, cock still out and hard again, stepped over to swipe his fingers through your pussy and get a taste of yours and bakugou’s cum, groaning deep in his throat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to bakugou’s cheek. “you wanna fuck her throat next?”

“fuck yes i do.”

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alotofpockets · 4 months

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Not as it seems | Katie McCabe

Pairing: Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader

Reader pronouns used: she/her

Summary: Your girlfriend finds messages on your phone that make her think that you are cheating on her. What will happen when she won't let you tell her your side of the story?

Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending), accusation of cheating, and some swear words.

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2.4k

Katie was sitting in the living room of your shared apartment, decked out in her training kit, while you were still getting changed in the bedroom. Your girlfriend of a year, was always ready before you, you had no clue why because you literally had to change into the same kit. Still, you felt no rush as you still had some time before you would have to leave to pick up Kyra. When the younger Australian joined the team, you and Katie had offered to pick her up before training, since she lived on the route to the training centre.

You had left your phone on the living room couch, where you had previously sat cuddled up to your girlfriend. Katie didn’t mean to look when it buzzed with a new message but she caught your screen light up from the corner of her eye. The messages that showed up had her reach for the phone instantly.

EM: I can’t believe that she still has no clue

EM: See you next weekend! ❤️

Who was this Em and why was she going to see you next weekend? She had never heard you talk about an Em, and you hadn’t mentioned having any plans next weekend either. What bothered her most was that she had the early feeling that she was the one being referred to as the one ‘having no clue’. So, against her better judgement she unlocked your phone with the passcode you had shared with her early on in your relationship. She opened your conversation with the person in question, and without scrolling further she dropped your phone.

Y/n: Made the reservation for the hotel under your name

EM: Does Katie have any suspicions?

Y/n: None at all :)

EM: I can’t believe that she still has no clue

EM: See you next weekend! ❤️

Her mind was racing, there was only one logical explanation for the conversation she had just read, right? She started pacing the room, why was this happening to her? Why was it happening again? Was she just not good enough? Besides being extremely hurt, she was also very angry with you. So, when you came walking into the living room all cheerful, she snapped.

“How could you do this to me, y/n?” You were taken back by her raised voice accompanied by the use of your full first name. “I’m sorry but what exactly did I do?” You ask timidly, not wanting to upset the Irish woman more. She reaches for your phone that she dropped just moments before, and holds up the conversation to your face. You frown, “You went through my messages?” Sure you gave her your passcode, as did she, but that was something you had done because there was a high level of trust between the two of you, and not to go through the other’s messages. “That is what you want to focus on right now? You’re fucking cheating on me, and you want to talk about me reading your messages?”

“Katie, it’s not what you think-” She interrupts you before you can finish your sentence. “I don’t want to hear your stupid excuses.” You try to say something again, but to no avail. “Get in the car, we have to pick up Kyra.” You had never seen Katie this way, her face was stoic, and she didn’t say a word on the drive over to Kyra’s. When Kyra got into the back of the car she could feel the tension, so she opted on scrolling on her phone instead of getting involved in whatever was going on.

The three of you walk into the locker room together, and walk to your cubbies. Instead of sitting down at her cubby next to yours, Katie grabs her stuff, and moves to a free cubby down the other side of the room. The girls look between the two of you worriedly, they had never seen the two of you fight like this before. You don’t notice their stares, as your eyes are trained to the floor while you boot up.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Steph whispers to Kyra. “I have no clue, there was a lot of tension in the car but neither one of them said a word.” Some of the other girls listened in, wanting to know what happened too, but sadly Kyra didn’t know either. The team wanted to be there for the both of you, but they felt helpless not knowing what was going on.

Katie, who had enough of all the whispering, got up and walked towards the door, but not before turning around and saying, “Since you all so badly want to know what’s going on, I just found out that she is cheating on me.” Without another word she leaves the room, slamming the door in the process.

Now you know that all of their eyes are on you, and there is no way to avoid them now. “Y/n, is it true?” Leah asked, not sure what to ask, but she felt like you should be able to tell your side of the story too. It pained you to think that both your girlfriend and your teammates thought you would do something like that. “I did not cheat on her.” You get up annoyed, and head out to the pitch yourself, the rest of the team following your lead, probably more confused now than when they didn’t know what was going on.

You started warming up with your back towards Katie, and she did the same on the other end of the field. During the training drills you were running up and down the field, and every time you saw the angry looks that Katie sent your way, your heart broke a little more, until eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. You run off the field with tears streaming down your face, only stopping once you have made your way behind one of the supply sheds where you just slump to the ground.

It wasn't long until you heard footsteps coming closer, you looked up to see Beth standing in front of you. “Oh, honey.” She says when she notices the state you're in. Without a second thought, she sits down beside you, and wraps her arms around you. Gently rocking you back and forth in her arms, letting you cry it all out.

Only once you start wiping the tears of your face, Beth speaks up again. “Why don't you tell me what's going on, sweetheart?” Her voice was soft, and it almost made you sob again. “She saw some messages on my phone and immediately accused me of cheating on her. I would never do that to her, or anyone for that matter.” Beth listened carefully to your words, “Did you tell her that?” She tries. “I started to but she didn't let me finish. I don't want to lose her but she's so angry with me, and she won't even listen to me. I was only trying to surprise her by flying in her sister Ella for the match next week. Why won't she listen to me, Beth?” Your voice was weak as your emotions were high.

Beth had a feeling why Katie's mind had so quickly gone to this conclusion, but felt like it wasn't her place to tell you, if it was something that Katie hadn't yet shared with you. “I'll go talk to her. Why don't you go to the locker room, and stay there for a bit, okay? I'll let Jonas know that you need some time.” She gets up, and offers her hand to help you up as well. With another hug, Beth is on her way to talk to Katie.

Meanwhile on the pitch some of the girls had taken Katie aside as well. Katie usually wasn't one to cry in front of others, but now that she felt like her world was ending, she couldn't hold her tears in. “I thought I could trust her.” She tells them between sobs. “I really thought things would be different with her, why would she do this to me?” Viv puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Have you talked to her? In the locker room she said that she didn't cheat on you.” Leah asks. Katie shakes her head, “No, but I saw the messages. She booked a hotel for some girl and she talked about me not having a clue.” Before any of her teammates can answer, Beth is by their side. “Hey, sorry to interrupt but I really think you should talk to your girl.”

Katie shakes her head, “I can't Beth, I-.” Now Katie was the one not allowed to finish her sentence, as Beth interrupts her. “Okay, then listen to me. She didn't cheat on you, she was surprising you by flying Ella in for the match next week.” Katie looks at her friend in disbelief. “I understand why your mind went to this conclusion, but she's not Mandy. She's heartbroken even by the thought that you'd think she'd do that to you. Please go talk to her.” It finally started to settle for Katie, who now felt extremely guilty for accusing you. So, she took Beth’s advice, and headed to the locker room.

You hear a soft knock on the locker room door before it opens slightly and Katie appears on the other side. “Can I come in?” The softness in her voice was the complete opposite of the raised voice you had gotten this morning, so you nod. You sat on the floor in the far corner of the room, back leaned against the wall. Katie makes her way over to you and sits down in front of you. “Beth told me about your plans.” She starts softly. “I know I really messed up in accusing you, and not letting you explain yourself. I am really sorry for that. I never meant to break your trust, as it is very important to me. I will do anything to fix what I’ve broken, if you’ll allow me.” She looks up again, nervously searching for eye contact. “Why would you think that I would ever cheat on you?” Your voice breaks mid sentence. “I never thought you would, and I of course really didn’t want it to be true. The reason I thought that that was what was happening is because of something that happened in my past. I should have told you about this before, and I am not saying this to excuse my actions, because I know that I was wrong. I’ve been cheated on in the past, so when I saw the messages pop-up on your screen, my mind went straight back to that. Again, it doesn’t excuse my behaviour. I should have talked to you, and I am really sorry I didn’t do that. I promise to be better.”

You finally made eye contact with the brunette sitting in front of you. Despite your feelings on the current situation, your blood was boiling finding out that someone had hurt your girlfriend so badly in the past. “Who?” You asked with a hint of anger in your tone, towards whoever had done it. Katie was surprised that you wanted to hear more about that, instead of the situation at hand, but she answered nonetheless. “Mandy, the girl I dated back in college.” Katie didn’t expect you to reach out your hand, but she took it before you could change your mind and retract it. “What a bitch.” Your comment took Katie by surprise, and made her chuckle. Katie’s laugh was contagious, and you’re soon laughing with her. The laughter soon turns into crying from both ends, as you had pulled her in for a hug. It was a tight hug, one that meant more than words could express.

She sits down by your side once you pull back from the hug. “What can I do to fix this?” You think for a moment. “I need you to talk to me when something happens.” She nods, “I will do that next time something happens, I promise.” You lean your head against her shoulder, exhausted from all of today’s emotions. “And I need you to explain to the team what actually happened, because you made me out for someone I am not.” Katie nods again, “I am sorry, I promise I will fix it. Just so you know, none of them actually thought you did, they were all telling me to talk to you. And I will also promise that the next time they tell me that, I will.” She adds quickly, wanting to show you that she was listening to you. “Okay, and when you’ve done that, I would really like you to take me home, my head hurts and I am exhausted.”

Katie helps you up, before she excuses herself to quickly run back to the team who was still training on the pitch. She went to tell them what happened, like she had promised. She talked to Jonas about the both of you needing the rest of training off as well, and finally she made sure that Kyra would have a ride home.

Back home you lay down on the couch immediately, while Katie makes her way to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water and some painkillers for your headache. “I’m really sorry that I ruined your surprise in such a horrific way.” She sits down next to you, leaving some space just in case you need it, but you quickly scoot into her side. “At least I no longer have to keep secrets from you, I hate keeping secrets from you.” Katie presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Oh, and you’re telling Ella that you fingered out the surprise, preferably without the whole explanation of the story.” You say before wrapping your arms around her waist and laying your head down on your chest, getting ready to take a well deserved nap. “Okay, I’ll call her tonight. Does telling her I saw the two of you messaging about it sound alright to you?” You hum letting her know it does, before closing your eyes.

Katie holds you while you sleep, feeling grateful that you were giving her the opportunity to make it up to you. She loved you more than anything in the world, which was also the reason that she was so scared of losing you. She promised herself to improve her communication skills, so nothing like this would ever happen again, before she closed her own eyes and fell asleep with you.

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Unwanted: Chapter 9, Unselfish - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex (nothing on page), fluff.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Despite Jade's interference, you and Bucky spent a pleasant, intimate afternoon together. Secrets were revealed. Steve's in love with you-- who knew?! And Bucky's hella insecure about it, but you reassured him that he's the one you want. You share your phone passcodes (so cute, I could gag) and are in a good place, but Steve's asked Bucky to take point on Jade's training. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: Let's call this part "The Calm Before the Storm," shall we? I think it's the final peaceful moment before shit begins hitting the fan with increasing severity. I am sorry for what is to come.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

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The following morning, you and Bucky made your way out of the Tower to an adorable Midtown café you’d been coming to since you first began spending time together. The interior consisted of high windows, exposed brick walls, comfortable seating, and plants everywhere. You made your way up to the loft to commandeer one of the oversized plush armchairs for the two of you while Bucky placed your orders.

“Peanut butter coffee shake,” he said when he arrived, handing you your order as he snuggled down into the chair next to you. With the hand that wasn’t holding his large black coffee, he adjusted your legs until they were draped over his lap and he began running his fingers along the length of your thigh.

“Thank you,” you murmured, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. You'd told him you hadn’t minded waiting in line with him, or even going to get the drinks yourself while he got the seats, but he scoffed.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my girl wait in line when I’m perfectly capable of doing it, myself?” he retorted. So, you’d accepted his chivalry.

“So,” you began after a few moments of companionable silence and sips of your respective beverages, “we should talk about Steve’s request. You taking on Jade’s training.”

Bucky slung an arm over the backrest of the armchair. “Nothing to talk about, doll. I’m gonna tell him I won’t do it. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.”

You offered him a soft smile, grateful that he was taking your feelings, however ridiculous and unfounded they might have been, into consideration. You’d been giving the matter a lot of thought, however, and as far as you were concerned, there was only one course of action he could take.

“I really appreciate that, Buck,” you said, lifting a hand up to caress his jawline, “but I think you should do it.”

He gaped at you, surprise and confusion plainly evident across his face. “Is this one of those boyfriend tests Sam’s always making me watch videos of on that clock app?” he asked, looking around as though searching for a camera that might be recording him.

You chuckled, taking his hand and rubbing comforting circles into the mound above his thumb. “No, I promise it’s not. I’ve just been giving it a lot of thought, and I can’t justify asking you not to do it. I don’t love the idea, I won’t lie about that, but if Jade’s going to become the best Avenger she can possibly be, she’s going to need the best teacher. There’s no one else more suited to train her than you, and that’s just a fact. I don’t have to like it, but her ability to be a good teammate, to ensure that she knows what she’s doing and keep you and the others safe on missions? Well, that trumps my feelings on the matter.”

Bucky took your joined hands and raised them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the pulse point of your wrist. “Are you absolutely sure? If you have any doubts, I’ll tell Steve he can train her, himself.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay, baby, really. I may not trust her as far as I can throw her, but I trust you. That’s good enough for me.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your temple. “You’ll tell me the second she does anything that makes you uncomfortable, alright, sweets?” he asked. “I won’t be able to live with myself if anything I’ve done inadvertently makes you unhappy. Promise me, okay?”

“I promise,” you said, smiling back at him as you rested your head into the crook of his shoulder. “I only ask that you be transparent with me, you know?” Bucky gave you a questioning look, silently asking you to elaborate. “Just, like, let me know if she says or does anything inappropriate, tell me if you’re going to spend any one-on-one time with her, that sort of thing. Is that cool?”

Bucky nodded as he ran his fingers up and down your upper arm. “Yeah, that’s easy enough,” he said. “But I really don’t think you gotta worry about it, doll. I mean, what’s a girl like her gonna see in a guy like me, anyway?”

You pulled your head back. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, a note of defensiveness creeping into your voice. “What, you think she��s too good to be interested in you? Because if so, what does that mean you think about me?”

Bucky put his coffee cup down on the table in front of you and positioned himself so that he was looking you directly in the face. “No. Not at all, sweetheart. I mean, she doesn’t know me. Not like you do, not even close. All she knows is what she’s seen in the media. The Winter Soldier. The assassin, the killer. She doesn’t know Bucky Barnes. You know me. You know who I really am. You see me. She can’t.” He said the words as if it were so obvious, so apparent, that there was no way Jade could be truly interested in him simply because she didn’t know who he truly was, that it made you question why you were letting yourself get so worked up over it in the first place.

“Listen,” he said, reaching a hand up to cup the side of your face and brush back your hair, “I hate that you’re getting yourself so upset over this. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“I just don’t trust her, Buck,” you murmured, leaning into his palm. “She’s manipulative, plays fast and loose with the truth, and she’s made it perfectly clear to me that she wants to sleep with you.”

Bucky pulled his head back slightly. “When did she say that?”

Shit. You hadn’t meant to divulge that nugget of truth. Might as well come clean; cat was out of the bag now. “When I was doing her Tower tour,” you told him with a sigh. “She was telling me that she was going to sleep with you, find out if your super soldier stamina could make her come for hours, and then let me know all about it.”

Bucky began laughing, and when you glared at him, he raised his hand in surrender. “I’m sorry, but it’s kinda pathetic of her, don’t you think? I mean, she’s acting like she’s hot shit, like she’s god’s gift to men, and she has no clue she’s talking to the only woman alive who's actually been on the receiving end of my ‘super soldier stamina’ . I sincerely hope you told her you weren’t in need of her offer, since you already knew for yourself. Every day, and usually more than once, I might add.”

You snorted. “I might have mentioned it, yeah,” you muttered, ducking your head to hide your embarrassment behind your hair.

Bucky leaned his head back. “That’s my girl,” he laughed heartily. He pulled you closer to him until you were sitting in his lap. “No wonder she’s been such a bitch to you. I bet she didn’t expect you to bring her down a peg. Serves her right.”

You put down your own coffee and wrapped your arms around him, snuggling your body as close to Bucky’s chest as you could get. “Thank you,” you said. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“Hey,” he said, stroking your hair, “I’m only telling you the truth. "I love you, and only you. I don’t want you ever doubting that.”

“I don’t, and I won’t,” you assured him. “And I love you, too. So fucking much.”

“Too bad we’re not back at the Tower,” Bucky joked. “Stark’d be getting another dollar in his jar.”

“No worries there,” you said, holding up your wrist to show him the silver bangle you always wore. “In addition to keeping track of my location, vitals, and being a distress beacon, Tony also programed it to count every time I swear, so FRIDAY never misses a thing.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “So, you’re saying that last week, when we were in the bathroom at that bar…”

“And I kept begging you to ‘fuck me harder’ against the sink?” you giggled. “Yup. Every single one of those counted.”

“God, how much money is in that jar by now?” he asked with a laugh.

“I honestly have no idea,” you told him. “A lot, I’d wager. It’s been almost a year and a half.”

Bucky leaned in to kiss you. “Told you I love that filthy mouth of yours,” he whispered into your lips. “What are you going to do with all of it?”

“Hmm,” you hummed. “Maybe you and I could take a long vacation, go somewhere, just the two of us.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, a smile building across his beautiful face. “Where’d you have in mind?”

“I dunno,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I’ve always heard Tahiti was a magical place.”

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AT THE END OF THE DAY, ITS THE PERSON WHO !

various ; bllk, kny, genshin

listens whenever you're ranting about whatever. whether it's about your day, your current interests, or about a random dream that you had the night before. you can always count on them to stare dreamily into your eyes as they listen to you babble away.

REO MIKAGE, isagi yoichi, kurona ranze, tanjiro kamado, kanao tsuyuri, giyuu tomioka, OBANAI IGURO, neuvillette, albedo, zhongli, CHILDE, DEHYA,

you immediately side eye when in an awkward situation. who grins as soon as your eyes meet theirs, and suddenly you two are snickering and clamping your hands over your mouths. trying not to burst into a fit of giggles as everyone else in the room looks at you two in concern.

BACHIRA MEGURU, otoya eita, karasu tabito, SHIDOU RYUSEI, mitsuri kanroji, HU TAO, YOIMIYA, childe, FURINA, lyney, venti

uses your name/initials for their schoolwork. lazily resting their cheek on the palm of their hand as they scribble mindlessly at the assignment. doodling hearts around the letter as a small smile occasionally plays on their lips at the thought of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO, rin itoshi, REO MIKAGE, nanase nijiro, zenitsu agatsuma, genya shinazugawa, muichiro tokito, yanfei

helps tie your shoelaces when they get undone. stopping you in your tracks as they bend down on their knee and carefully link the lace. who smoothens the creases on your shirts, or rolls up your sleeves before you go into the bathroom.

ALEXIS NESS, SAE ITOSHI, yukimiya kenyu, shinobu kocho, giyuu tomioka, kokushibo, dehya, KAZUHA, ayato,

knows whenever you're upset, even when you try so hard to hide it. who, once the two of you are alone, immediately wraps you in their arms. patting your back and drawing circles on your skin as you cry into their shoulder.

RIN ITOSHI, reo mikage, isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, HIORI YO, shinobu kocho, obanai iguro, AKAZA, childe, kaeya, heizou

kisses you even when you're sick. pressing light pecks onto your forehead before placing a damp cloth onto your hot skin. they don't mind your weak murmurs of protests, that they'll catch the same sickness if they keep making contact with you. they don't mind, because they know you'll do the same for them.

chigiri hyoma, YUKIMIYA KENYU, reo mikage, shidou ryusei, hiori yo, SHINOBU KOCHO, MITSURI KANROJI, beidou

has your birthday as their most important passcodes. their phone screen, email accounts, even their bank pins. because they know it'll be easier to remember them that way.

ZANTETSU TSURUGI, bachira meguru, rin itoshi, nagi seishiro, zenitsu agatsuma, MUICHIRO TOKITO, layla

silently sits on facetime with you, simply watching as you do whatever. getting yourself ready, studying for an upcoming test, or even just sleeping. they watch your every move, completely lovestruck and baffled at how a person could look so majestic whilst doing the simplest of tasks.

RIN ITOSHI, sae itoshi, NAGI SEISHIRO, isagi yoichi, alexis ness, GIYUU TOMIOKA, OBANAI IGURO, wanderer

you can look your worst with, and know they would never judge you. who you could visit in sweatpants and an old hoodie, and still feel their buzzing excitement at the sight of you on their doorstep.

ALEXIS NESS, shidou ryusei, BACHIRA MEGURU, kurona ranze, hiori yo, nanase nijiro, MITSURI KANROJI

you can trust with every secret/story, even the ones that you're not supposed to tell anyone. the person who you can lean into their ear, whisper the juiciest gossip ever, and trust that it will only ever be kept between the two of you.

CHIGIRI HYOMA, isagi yoichi, kurona ranze, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, kanao tsuyuri, SHINOBU KOCHO, zhongli, yoimiya, ningguang

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Sorry, Right Number | Chapter 13

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, alcohol and drinking

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

word count: 3,185

screenshot count: 18

taglist: closed

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“So, what’s in Gyeongju-si?” Chan asks after putting his phone in his pocket, clearly annoyed with whoever was texting him.

“Lots of things. I did some research and it’s one of the places that students from the bigger cities like Seoul go to for multi-day field trips.” You go through your bag and pull out two big ziplock bags full of snacks, handing one bag to Chan. You know the trip is only 2 hours long, but you wanted to make sure you had all your bases covered. You even had another bag of snacks for the return trip.

"Is this why both of your bags are heavy? You're just super prepared?" Chan asks. He had to help you get your overnight bag in the overhead bin and grab your backpack when you tripped getting onto the bus earlier.

"Better to be over-prepared than underprepared." You shrug. You go back in your backpack and pull out a notebook and a pen.

"Okay, now what are you doing?" He laughs as he watches you flip through your notebook and land on a page filled with notes.

"I'm just going over the plan for this trip. A good trip is like a recipe, if you don't follow the directions, you're going to fuck up the entire thing."

"You're insane,"

"Says the man who blindly followed me on this trip without asking where we were going."

"I trust you with my life, Y/n." You turn your head to look at him, his face is scrunched in seriousness.

"And I'm the insane one?" You hum before going back to your notebook.

"Here, let me send you the link to the playlist I made for today so you can just listen to that and relax."

"You made a playlist? Is that why you asked how long it would take to get there?"

"Yeah,"

"That's cute, but I can't listen to that right now."

"Why not? Forgot your headphones?" He asks softly.

"Of course, I didn't. We're going to need my phone for a lot of stuff and the battery is shot to hell so I'm trying to not use up the battery. I have a portable charger but that's for emergencies." You sigh as add a quick note in your notebook.

"Here," He pulls up a tangled mess of headphones from his backpack.

"You still have wired headphones?" You scoff as you detangle the headphones. Chan takes them back from you and plugs them into his phone

"Only for when I'm working. Don't worry, I didn't bring my laptop. You have my undivided attention for 3 whole days." He beams at you.

"Let me see the playlist, dork." You put your hand out for his phone.

"Okay," He hands you his phone, watching you punch in his passcode. He gave it to you a while ago when you needed to send yourself a picture the two of you took together.

"Love the playlist picture. And that half of the songs are your songs." You joke.

"I know for a fact you like SKZ so I couldn't go wrong with just adding a few of them to the playlist."

"You made the playlist for me?" You freeze, your heart skipping a beat.

"My love language is music." He says simply like that explains everything.

"Your love language is all of them." You tease, trying hard not to blush as the heat rushes to your face.

"Shut up and put this in your ear. The cord is kind of short so feel free to put your head on my shoulder if you need to." He pats his shoulder, signaling you to lay on him.

"That would have been a good song to put on here."

"...Give me back my phone," He snatches the phone out of your hand and quickly types something in.

"Topher, I'm kidding, relax. The playlist is perfect." You laugh, putting a hand on top of his wrist.

"Fine, if you say so," Chan scrolls to the top of the playlist, "Give me a number between 1 and 10."

"8 is fate," You smirk.

"I should have figured," You watch as Chan hits the shuffle button 8 times and then puts his phone in his pocket as LOVE DIVE by IVE plays from the headphones. You close your notebook and gently lay your head on his shoulder.

***

"To-To, we're not in Seoul anymore." You say as you walk back to Chan after getting the key to your hotel room.

"Did you give my nickname a nickname?" He asks, picking up all of your bags. He insisted on carrying everything and threatened to start screaming if you tried to take anything when you got off the bus. He's playing dangerous games for someone who has to wear a hat and face mask to hang out with you in public.

"I've been using 'To-To' for weeks and you're just now realizing?" You roll your eyes as you two head for the elevator.

You two get into the elevator and you press the button for your floor. You stand quietly, double-checking the room number. The only sound is the quiet elevator music, an instrumental version of a song you know but can't remember the name of.

"Y/n," Chan asks suddenly.

"Hmm?" You hum, not looking up from your phone.

"How are you paying for this?"

"I'm a certified broke bitch, Topher. I know how to find deals and budget. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, but--"

"I will confiscate both your phone and your wallet if you try to pay for anything other than souvenirs on this trip. I'm so serious."

Ding

"I just don't want you spending all of your money on me."

"If only you knew how much money I spent on merch and albums," You mutter under your breath, leading the way to your hotel room.

"What was that?"

"Nothing,"

You stop in front of the door to your room. You pull out the keycard and let yourself in. You take a deep breath before you push open the door. The door opens to a small room with two beds. You breathe a sigh of relief as you walk into the room. You sit on the bed closest to the door and watch as Chan walks in with a small pout.

"What's wrong To-To? Thought there'd be only one bed?" You tease.

"Shut up," He mumbles as he puts your stuff down in front of you and flops down on his bed.

"You're not getting lucky on this trip, Christopher."

"What if I told you I'm already getting lucky just by being here with you." You feel the heat rush to your face.

"I guess we don't have to push the beds together later then," You tease, fully intending to not push the beds together later but watching Chan's face turn red is worth it.

"S-seriously?" He stammers.

"No, To-mato, calm down. Nobody is defiling anyone on this trip. We're already breaking the first rule of the school trip by having a co-ed room."

"Defiling? What are you, an old woman?" He laughs.

"Don't play the age game with me, Channie. I will hurt your feelings."

"Love when you're mean to me. Go ahead."

"I'm reconsidering this entire trip. Just relax a bit. We're going to head out to get lunch and then walk over to the Garden of Morning Calm."

"Are we going to go to the folk village while we're here?" He says as he starts going through his bags.

"Yeah, we're going to spend most of the day there tomorrow."

"Can we rent hanboks while we're there?" He asks excitedly, bouncing in his spot from his bed. You can't help but smile softly at him, your heart pounding.

"If you want, yeah. This trip is for you anyway." You flop your back on your bed and close your eyes.

"We can do whatever I want?" He whispers, you hear him moving around on his side of the room.

"Within reason, yeah." You feel the bed dip down on the side. Your heartbeat pounds in your chest.

"I'll hold you to that," He whispers in your ear before pressing his lips into your cheek. You stop breathing, your breath getting caught in your throat. If you and Chan were playing a flirting game, he definitely won, just now.

"I-I...I'm going to get ready for lunch." You quickly get up from your bed and walk to the bathroom.

"Cute," You hear Chan say before you close the bathroom door.

***

You pull out the bottle of soju from your bag and walk back to your bed. Your wet hair sitting on your shoulders. Chan sits down on his bed, drying his hair with a white towel from the hotel.

"What's that?" Chan chuckles.

"Cheap soju," You hum, opening the bottle for him.

"Why?"

"The main part of a high school overnight trip is sneaking alcohol and playing drinking games." You say, handing the bottle to Chan.

"With one bottle of soju?" He questions.

"I have another bottle in my bag if you need it. But you're going to be the only one drinking so no need to bring a huge ass bottle."

"Why am I the only one drinking?" He quirks an eyebrow, taking another sip.

"I don't drink. So go ahead."

"I that's not fun," He pouts.

"I'll make it fun, don't worry."

"This game tisn't fair 'cause you're sober!" Chan slurs, making you laugh. He's on the second bottle of soju and you're slowly getting tired.

"I've lost the babo game a handful of times too. But you're out again, anyway." You laugh harder as he finishes the rest of his drink.

"Lez play somefing else." He hums. His face is red and he's been smiling so much, that you can't remember seeing his eyes not look like half-crescent moons.

"Let's go to bed," You take the empty bottle from him and put it on the side table between your beds next to the other one.

"Don' wanna!" He whines. You sigh as you climb off your bed and sit next to him.

"What do you want to do?"

"I wanna sta' up wif you and talk."

"We should go to bed so we can have a good day at the folk village tomorrow." You chuckle as he pouts, crossing his arms.

"One more game?" He pleads.

"What game?"

"Truth or dare," He sighs.

"Fine, truth or dare, Topher?"

"Dare," He smirks.

"I dare you to go to bed." You smirk back.

"That's cheating!" He throws himself back on the bed. You slowly throw yourself back as well, your head facing him and your hands resting on your stomach.

Chan's head turns towards you when he feels you lie down next to him. He's no longer smiling, his dimple gone and his eyes more open than they were before. Not completely, they're hooded like he's about to sleep. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he fell asleep with his eyes slightly open and mouth parted. It's quiet, the only noise being the air conditioning that Chan asked you to turn on when the alcohol started to make him hot. You two just stare at each other for a moment, looking at each other's eyes.

You're still not convinced that he's actually awake. Not until his eyes flick down to your lips, causing your breathing to stop as it freezes in your throat. Chan slowly starts to lean in. You panic, not sure what exactly is going on. You watch as his face gets closer and his eyes close. He's inches from your face and you know he's going to kiss you. And god, do you want him to kiss you. But he's drunk and you're not. You quickly sit up seconds before his lips can touch yours.

"Let me get you some water before bed," You say quickly before going to your bag and getting a water bottle. Your face is so hot, there's no way you aren't blushing right now. You uncap it and hand it to the now pouting Chan. His mouth is in a full frown and his eyes sad. He like like he just watched you kick a puppy.

"You don't want to kiss me?" He asks softly, taking the water bottle from you.

"No! I do, trust me I do, just not now. Not while you're drunk. Not when you might not even remember it." You whisper quickly.

"I'd remember," He says before chugging the water bottle.

"Let's talk about this later. Okay? Let's just go to bed."

"Okay," You quickly turn around as Chan immediately starts to take off his shirt. You forgot that he sleeps without a shirt.

You walk to the bathroom and take the trash can. You walk back into the room to find Chan already lying down in his bed, facing your bed. You put the trash can next to his head and slightly rearrange his body. You can't be responsible if Chan dies from asphyxiation in his sleep if he chokes on his own vomit. After double-checking that he's fine, you shut off the light and climb into your bed.

Your back is flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as your mind races a thousand miles a minute. Chan was going to kiss you. Bang Chan from Stray Kids was actually going to kiss you. And you panicked. You rejected him. But if you hadn't, it would have almost been like you were taking advantage of his drunken state. You didn't want your first and possibly only kiss with Chan to be one that didn't count. One that only you remembered.

"Y/n?" You hear Chan whisper suddenly. Your heart starts racing again, unsure what is going on in his mind.

"Yes, Topher?" You whisper back, your throat strangely dry.

"Is that why you don't drink?" He asks. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"Is what what I don't drink?" You turn on your side to face him. Not that you can see his shadowed figure in the dark of the night.

"Hero's Soup," You see his body move slightly from the light coming out of the window behind him.

"The song?" You prop your head in your hand, curious about where he could be going with this.

"No, not the song. I mean yes the song, but no. Like, the dad in the song. Do you not drink because of your dad?" He asks softly.

"...Yeah," You answer, moving once again to lay on your stomach, your head facing Chan's bed.

"I'll stop drinking," He says suddenly.

"You don't have to stop drinking because of me. It's fine,"

"I don't want to make you sad. Because I like you. Actually...I don't like you. I love you. I think I might be in love with you." He mumbles, your body turning cold.

"What did you say?" You ask loudly as you lift your body, sleep leaving every corner of your body.

Chan is quiet. For a moment, you think he got shy and didn't know how to respond until you hear a quiet snore come from his side of the room. He fell asleep. He confessed his love and fell asleep.

It takes every fiber in your being to try to not scream right now. None of this can be real. It can't be. Chan is an idol, there is no possible way he could be in love with a regular person like you. It's impossible. He's surrounded by so many beautiful and talented idols, so why would he choose you when he could have anyone else?

You lay in silence for the rest of the night as you try to fall asleep and not think about what just happened.

***

You stare blankly ahead, trying to process what just happened. Chan just kissed you. In the middle of the folk village. While the two of you wear hanboks. None of this can be real. It has to be a dream. There's no possible way that any of this is happening. People also visiting the village walk around you, like nothing happened. This can't be real.

"I...wha...but..." You struggle to form words. You're almost definitely short-circuiting, and it's all Chan's fault.

"I remembered," He says simply. His face is red from blushing and his dimples are making an appearance because of how hard he's smiling.

"W-what?" You choke out.

"You said you wanted me to kiss you when I was sober and not when I wouldn't remember. I remembered and I'm sober so I took my kiss."

"We're in public," You panic, suddenly remembering where you are. Anyone here could have seen. Anyone here could have taken a picture and uploaded it.

"I don't care. I'll shout it out right now. Everyo--" You panic and grab his face, pressing your lips into his, unsure of another way to shut him up.

You feel Chan melt into your kiss. You pull away and stare at him in his eyes. Stars dance in his eyes as he looks at you. This cannot be real.

"Be my girlfriend?" He asks softly.

"What is happening right now?" You question. Despite how real the butterflies in your stomach and the burning sensation on your face, none of this feels real.

"I meant what I said last night. I might have been drunk but I meant every word of it. I've been thinking about it for a while. And I know you have feelings for me too. I've seen you blush every time I say something flirty or get in your personal space. Plus, last night you said you'd kiss me if I was sober. So, be my girlfriend?" He smiles, his face still cupped in your hands.

"I must be dreaming. I've gone full delusional and now I'm imagining this--ow!" You pull your hands off Chan's face and the spot in your arm where he just pinched you.

"Guess you're not dreaming." He smirks.

"I want to be your girlfriend but--"

"If you say no because of who I am I will cause a scene."

"Christopher, don't you fucking dare," You warn.

"Then be my girlfriend. I've protected you so far, I'll keep doing it. Don't say no because you're scared."

You press your lips together and stare at Chan's pleading eyes. You want to say yes. Hell, you need to say yes. You've enjoyed talking to Chan the past few months and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't imagine eventually dating Chan after all of the time you two have spent together. You'd be crazy to reject the man you like, who you might even love, just because of the fear of what would happen if your relationship got out. But even then, it's a justified fear. You've seen what happens to people who date idols. You've seen what happens to people who are rumored to date idols. You know your mental health couldn't handle the abuse that would come from those who claim to be his fans. But, something in you doesn't care anymore.

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Take Me Back To Eden - Aqua Regia (Part 3)

(Nayeon x fem!reader)

Take Me Back To Eden - Choke Hold - Part 1

Take Me Back To Eden - Granite - Part 2

Word Count: 5.1k Angst/More Angst/Angry Fluff/A secret fourth thing? Summary: Reader has the name of the person who wrote the note and decides it's time to let the culprits know how they feel. TW: Mentions of drinking, confrontations, trapped in a small space, sitting in the rain, mentions of food, intimate moments sprinkled in there (Not sex, but like something you'd only do with your partner, if that makes sense??). Reader is half way on a war path, but is overwhelmed by their own emotions, lost of confusion. Let me know if I missed anything! A/N: WELP, this is the end of my first series. I do really appreciate all of the support shown and I look forward to posting more content for everyone in the future! If you haven't read the first two parts of this, they are linked above the word count! Thank you for reading<3

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You stare at the screen of your phone in absolute disbelief as you read the singular name texted to you. Blood boils through your skin as your fear turns to anger.

The phone starts vibrating in your hand as Nayeon calls trying to get a hold of you again. You throw your phone across the room in a fit of rage. It continues to vibrate against the floor, refusing your want for silence.

You are dumbstruck and livid, fighting the water that threatens to fall from your eyes. Your feet are flat on the floor, elbows resting on your knees as you hunch over, head in hands.

You’re too angry to even begin to decipher exactly what your body needs as the trauma sinks its teeth into your bones. Cold poison taints the warmth of your soul.

You’ve spent years unearthing and healing old scars, only for the person who helped you through it to completely undo all the hard work.

You quickly stand up and retrieve your now shattered phone as it rings, making your way back to the couch when you see a cable tucked until the cushion.

You raise your eyebrow, placing your phone on the arm of the couch before tugging on the wire to reveal Nayeon’s ipad hiding between the seats of the love seat you plopped on.

“She’s probably pissed she forgot this.” you smile at the thought wishing for inconvenient things to happen to annoy her for the remainder of the day.

You’d never wish actual harm on her, you still loved her. You are definitely upset enough to wish for one of her nails to break enough to make them look uneven, or for her shirt to be caught on a door handle while walking through it.

You swipe up to unlock it but it reveals a keypad for a passcode. You hesitate. Was this something you really wanted to do? You no longer had any trust in her but would you breaking her trust make it any better?

You punch in the first code and the screen shakes. It’s not her birthday. You try your birthday, the lock shimmies back at you asking for another set of numbers. You think for a second before trying your anniversary and it opens.

A deep breath in, and you click on the messages. Searching for the name of the person who accompanied your partner in betrayal.

You notice in the sidebar your name with a heart and the banner underneath your name swiftly changing as it synchronizes with the pinging of your phone.

You fixate on the other names in the list. Momo, Sana, Mina, a few Twice group chats when the name pops up to the top of the list.

“Are you alright?”

You seeth knowing the hands that typed that message are the hands that touched Nayeon. You see the text bubble start to move and then stop only to start up again.

“No, I’m flying back home tonight instead of tomorrow. I’ll call you later.”

Great. You think about packing a bag and heading to Momo’s but this was your apartment. Why should you have to leave? You think about how long you have until Nayeon arrives.

You phone goes back to buzzing as she’s panic texting you. Telling you that she will be home later tonight and you can talk it through then. She begs you not to leave the apartment. You scoff.

The ipad pings again.

“Okay, just checking in. My plane just landed back home and I have a meeting. I should be home after that. If you need a place to stay, just let me know.”

Your stomach churns at the offer. Hands that aren’t yours trailing Nayeon’s body weighs heavy in your stomach. This person can’t be offering this to her. What if she says yes? You fixate on the screen as the chat bubble pops up.

“I really do appreciate that but I don’t think that y/n would want me to stay with you.”

“A little too late, no?” You say out loud annoyed that she’s trying to assert a boundary with this person. Knowing full well it already happened.

“So she knows now? When you said you got into an argument, I didn’t think it was about that…”

You grit your teeth. You hear your jaw crack under the pressure as your eyes widen, seeing the acknowledgement of the deed with your own eyes. It has your sights on red.

“Yes. I know now.” You type into the virtual keyboard hitting send immediately and tossing the ipad to the side. For a brief second, silence fills the room. No notifications, no pinging of text tones. Just pure silence.

You stand up hastily, leaving your electronics behind, not wanting another text notification or phone call. Grabbing your keys and wallet before walking out the door. You’ve got a meeting to get to.

You hop into the driver's seat and put your car in reverse and pull out of the parking spot and into the road. The tires are recklessly screeching behind you as you swerve through traffic

. You run through the red lights like they’re nothing. Not even blinking as you speed onto the freeway in silence. You know exactly where the meeting is and you plan on being present for it.

You get off on the exit, and pull up to the JYP building, parking in Nayeon’s spot knowing she wasn’t going to be in today. You rip the keys from the ignition, hear the scrape of the metal as you push the car door open and slam it behind you.

The fresh rage in your body physically manifests as you speed walk through the cold air, steam rising from your arms as you start to walk through the side entrance close to the elevators.

As you walk past the security guard. He stands to greet you and informs you that Nayeon isn’t in today. You look at him and he sees the absolute fury in your eyes, “Carry on, Y/n” and seats immediately back at the desk.

You return to your pace, reaching the elevator and slamming the “Up” button with your hands, probably too hard as it starts the woman also waiting.

You cross your arms; heart racing with your jaw and fists clenched, leaving the taste of copper in your mouth and indents in your palms as you “patiently” wait for the elevator to come down to pick you up.

You hear the ringing and snap your head up to see none other than Park Jihyo standing inside, about to get off when your eyes connect. Her smile fades quickly when she realizes what’s about to happen.

She tried to take a step out and greet you, but you put your hand on her shoulder and shove her lightly back into the elevator. The woman you previously startled hesitates so come in.

“Would you mind taking the next one?” You hiss at her. You don’t wait for an answer, hitting the button for floor 7, and turning to face the doors as they close.

The lights are bright and threatening as you ascend up. You count the floors as they pass, Jihyo silent behind you nervously playing with her hands when you reach out and hit the “Stop” button.

The elevator grinds to a halt between floors. You turn around to face Jihyo, eyebrows creased and lean against the walls of the 6ft wide box.

“When were you planning on telling me, Hyo?” You spit at her loudly. Your hands rise to pinch the bridge of your nose. She flinched at the tone and volume of your voice.

You weren’t going to hurt her, she knew that. She’s just never seen you like this before. She takes in your demeanor and slowly runs her eyes up your body taking note of your unkempt clothes, the bags under your eyes, and lack of jacket.

“Did you speed here after seeing that conversation?” She quizzically inquired while tilting her head at you. You roll your eyes, uninterested in the question. You feel like she’s challenging you, even if it is innocent.

“Here’s what we are going to do.” Firmly enunciating your words as they sputter out of your mouth.

“I’m going to ask you the questions and you are either going to answer them or we are going to be in this elevator for a very long time.”

Jihyo nods her head, understanding that this isn’t the time for her to try to ease the tension with playful banter. She does pity you though, knowing that she was part of the cause makes her eye shift to the floor as she begins to speak. Her empathy is losing its meaning in your apathy.

“Listen Y/n, I know that this is a lot and I can’t imagine what you are going through and feeling right now. I need you to know that it was a one time thing and it has never happened again. We were both drunk out of our minds.”

She lifted her head up to try to sneak a look at your face. She sees your eyes spilling over and winces. She hates this just as much as you do but you’re unsure of if it’s because the conversation is emotionally charged or just uncomfortable.

“It was a stupid mistake. We were going to tell you but we were trying to avoid this. It was years ago. I didn’t even know she was seeing someone until she told me the morning after. She was inconsolable. She was so scared to lose you that she couldn’t stop crying and shaking…I wrote her that note and stuck it in her wallet the night of thinking it would be funny to wake up too. I thought she would’ve thrown it away by now.” Jihyo sighed heavily, searching your face for signs that you were absorbing her story.

“I can tell you this much. I’ve never seen Nayeon look at anyone the way she looks at you. The way her eyes light up when she talks about you is something other people dream about when they think of love.”

You choke on your emotions. Dropping your angry mask to reveal the truth behind your eyes. Suffering. You squat down and hold your knees to your chest as you sob. Jihyo quickly follows, placing a hand on your back trying to console you.

Once you have some semblance of calm, Jihyo speaks again. “Do you remember the night that I called you from Nayeon's phone?” Hyo smiles at the memory. It lives happily in her brain too

. “I didn’t know how into you she was until she started crying about missing you…and when you got to my house and she almost tackled you in the snow, it only solidified how important you are to her. It was my idea not to say anything…”

You glare at her waiting for her to finish.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I really am. I just didn’t want to shatter something that was just starting. Look at the beautiful relationship you’ve built with her. I could tell when I saw you both together that you were meant for each other. I felt bad for it then and I feel even worse about it now.”

You feel yourself melting into sadness, once more. A heavy breath leaves your mouth when you realize you were so wrapped up in what was happening that you forgot you were in a stopped elevator.

You calmly stand and brush yourself off. You hit the stop button again and the elevator groans to the 7th floor. The doors open and a few people file in, not realizing the emotionally charged conversation that had just taken place, though you’re sure it’s displayed across your face.

A man in a suit pressed the “Ground level” button and the elevator descended to the lobby.

Once the doors open, you swiftly walk past security. Trying to leave behind the anger fueled attempt at a conversation, even if you didn’t say much.

The friendship you developed with Jihyo allowed her to know exactly what to say so keep you calm despite that being the first appearance of your unadulterated anger.

You leave JYP through the front doors, and start walking down the sidewalk through the rain. “Where are you going?” You hear Jihyo shout from the front of the building. You don’t even turn around, you just keep walking.

You find yourself in a park by a river and sit down on the wet bench. The light drizzle that threatened rain all day opened up and washed over your skin.

You should’ve brought a jacket, you think as you let the cool drops land on your back completely soaking you. You reach in your pocket, forgetting that your phone is at home.

The words “Missing something?” Unearths itself out of the rain with a black umbrella and sits next to you on the bench, shielding you from the downpour. “Didn’t want to be bothered by the constant ringing?” You sit in silence not wanting to interact with Jihyo.

She knows you well. You’ve been around each other for long enough to pick up on the little things. You roll your eyes wishing it wasn’t someone who could reflect you back to yourself. “Look, I know this is overwhelmin-“

“No, you don’t” cutting her off with a tone that could dissolve the strongest on metals.

Your face contorted with exasperation as you spew out the words, “You have NO idea what it’s like to look at the person you’ve spent the last 3 years with and question whether or not they are who they say. You don’t know what it’s like for that same partner to hide things behind your back with someone you consider family. Please tell me about a time you’ve experienced this level of betrayal, Hyo. You’ve got no clue what I’ve been struggling with these past few days and don’t you dare say that you have!”

Your words were harsh and she accepted them.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She calmly states while holding eye contact with you.

You're more upset that she’s so polished in her responses. You maintain your angry demeanor turning to face the river in front of you.

The rain continues to fall as you sit in silence, Jihyo just sitting next to you waiting for you to speak.

“Why are you still here?” Annoyed at her presence.

“Because I’ve made you upset with my actions and you’re my friend.” The emotional whiplash your body is projecting is infuriating. Overwhelmed by the notion that two things could be true at once. On one hand, you’re livid with Jihyo and Nayeon. On the other, you respect the accountability of the person in front of you, even if it only instills anger in you further.

She’s sat here in silence with you, in the middle of a thunderstorm only to be yelled at.

“If I would have known this was the result of keeping it a secret, I would’ve told you years ago. I wouldn’t have convinced Nayeon not to say anything. Hell, I barely remember any of it, neither of us do. I really am sorry.”

Her words make you think about Nayeon. If she didn’t remember…if she wanted to tell you.

Nayeon had never broken your trust before. She was always honest, even overly honest. She would answer anything you asked her. You had trusted her with every detail of your life.

Every scar that ever calloused over your heart was shown to her. Whenever they started to ache again, she would kiss the wounds and soothe you. You crave that same comfort now, undecided if you are going to go and get it, reeling at the potential falsehood of it all.

Jihyo watched the cogs move in your head as you sorted through the information and filed it away where it belonged.

She stands up and looks over, “do you want a ride back to your car? The rain is only going to get worse from here.” You nod your head yes and walk back to the car, getting in the passenger side. You sit in silence the 4 minute drive back.

Your stomach starts to growl as you approach the JYP building. You wished you brought your phone with you so you could order something and have it be at the house by the time you got there.

“If you ever want to talk, please know I’m here for you” she says as you get out of the car in silence and close the door behind you.

You ended up stopping at a local cafe to get something to go. The girl behind the counter widening her eyes as she watches you walk in, absolutely drenched. You ordered your usual sandwich.

“Anything else?” The girl behind the register asks, still looking at you like you’ve got something on your face other than rain and tears.

“Yeah, actually. Can I get that one salad you guys have with the apples in it? I’m not really sure what it’s called.” You only know it by “Nayeon’s favorite”.

The girl rolls her eyes and punches in the order. You pay for it, and twiddle with your thumbs while you wait.

Pulling up to the apartment felt different this time. No people waiting for Nayeon outside, no cars blocking you from making a swift escape into the building. You wonder if she’s home yet as you get into the elevator.

The kitchen is lit up upon entry. You left all the lights on. Phone and ipad are still on the love seat but the sectional is occupied by a sleeping Nayeon.

She’s wrapped in the blanket you’ve been using and laying on your pillow. You quietly walk in and place the food on the counter and quickly step into the bedroom. You let out a light sigh, and decide it’s time you take a shower. Feeling grimey from the rain.

You emerge from the bedroom in sweatpants and a cropped tank top, hair still wet. You tie it up into a bun and quietly pull plates down from the cabinets.

You glance over to see Nayeon still asleep and notice that her phone is in her hands. She’s probably waiting to hear from you. Plating the take out, you quietly bring the dishes over to the living room and place them lightly on the coffee table.

You return to the kitchen and grab another bottle of wine from the refrigerator and a set of glasses. You pop the bottle open, and freeze as you hear a shift coming from the couch.

You don’t look back at the sound. Continuing pouring the wine into the glasses you had already set out. You hear a light gasp as she notices the food on the table. You hear the smile in it and fight back the upward pull of your lips.

Anxiety sets in as you remember what you’re walking into. You feel your fingers locking up as you reach for cutlery. It rattles in the drawer, drawing Nayeon’s attention. She stills as she feels her brain turn on, remembering what had happened hours beforehand.

Picking up the glasses and bringing them to the table, her eyes follow your every move. You place a glass down in front of her and hand her silverware. “Eat.”

She’s moving very cautiously through this unnavigated territory. Not only in the sense of “walking on eggshells” even her usually fluid movements were slow and strategized.

You take the sight of her in as you pick at your food. It looks like the nap she took was the first ounce of sleep she’s had in days. Eyes bloodshot and half lidded as she chews. She sets her fork down, takes a large sip of the wine and looks down at the floor.

“...Y/n…” she briefly looks up to see you already present and focused on her. You’re waiting for your explanation that she owes you.Her eyes return to the food in front of her to avoid adding discomfort to herself.

Her face beams a shade of red as her eyes close. It twists in a way you’ve seen many times before and she tries to hold it all together. Pools of tears start to collect and shed as she continues. Her words muffled underneath a thick layer of guilt.

“I made a mistake, a really bad one, at the very beginning of our relationship.” You wince at the sound of her voice cracking. The sharp edged subject matter slicing at you in the same way finding that note did.

“I need you to know that I do not remember any of it. I was that drunk and so was Jihyo.” Another twist of the knife in your chest. You remember to breathe and continue listening.

“Nothing has happened since, and nothing like this would ever happen again. I wanted to tell you but the person I was then and the person I am now are two completely different people. Even that version of myself would never dream of hurting you in such a way. I allowed myself to be convinced that not telling you was better than you leaving. Please understand that I would do anything to remove this from my past…our past.”

It all becomes too much as you shoot up from your seat and bring your plate to the kitchen and put it in the sink. Faucet on, you scrub the plate like it’s caked in dirt. Nayeon, who is still in the living room, stands up and follows you to the sink.

She’s sniffling behind you, covering her mouth with the sleeve of your sweater she was wearing. You tilt your head to face her, taking in the pure shame she was already putting herself through for the act that she committed. You turn the faucet off and dry your hands with the towel hanging on the oven’s handle while turning to fully face her.

You pitch the bridge of your nose trying not to break again. Wide eyes looking at you, studying your body language trying to determine what you’ll say…if you’ll say anything. She can see the stress emanating from you

“Please say something.” She breathes, reaching out to touch your shoulder in hopes to bring you back to the present. Hoping it’ll keep you from emotionally shutting down.

It sends a shock to your nervous system, almost jumping out of your skin as the soft familiar hand glides down your arm to your hand where she leaves it.

“I don’t know what to say, Nayeon.” You are battling yourself. You are both angry and so in love with this beautiful human in front of you. Even with tears in her eyes, she was magic to you. Effortlessly, stunning even in the face of fear.

You are endlessly baffled by the mistake made because she’s always been so attentive, so patient, so tender and caring that even her admitting it to your face felt like a lie. You know that’s not who she is, right? Wrong. You don’t know anything for certain. Logic and emotion argue as you stand there silently. Trying to figure out where to go next.

She reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the other hand still in yours and tears still falling. You don’t want to let go of her hand, but you don’t want to tighten your hold on it either.

She’s patiently watching your eyes as they animate the war in your head. The two sides were fighting and you were standing on the fence of the choice you had to make. You ponder what life would be like without her and what life was like with her. Do all of those amazing moments count for nothing? Were they a waste of time?

You take a deep breath and look Nayeon right in the eyes. She feels almost violated by how deeply you are looking into her.

“I am devastated.” Your shoulders are feeling slightly lighter as you continue.

“I can’t believe you did this and didn’t tell me. For our entire relationship to be built on this foundation absolutely shatters me and everything we’ve ever built together. I feel like I don’t know who you are.”

The last sentence knocks the wind out of her. She’s gasping for air and holding back sobs.

“I just never expected this from you…” you said shakily while you watched her try to collect herself.

You rotate and sit down on the floor, sliding your back down the flat doors of your cabinets. She follows but on the other side, feet between yours. Trying to muffle the cries because she can’t bear the fact that she has caused this damage.

You feel the exhaustion take over. Your physical body has been tensing to hold the weight of the situation for days now. You yawn, Nayeon regulates her breath as you try to gain the energy to continue the conversation.

She stands up and lays her hand out for you, wordlessly. She doesn’t let go of it as she leads you to your shared bedroom, a bed left untouched sits right in the middle.

You are thinking about how great sleeping in your bed will feel after being on the couch for days. She’s out of the room as quickly as she brought you here.

You start to feel warm under your clothes. You remove them and fling them into a corner. Crawling under the comforter and settling in.

Nayeon returns, your pillow in hand. She notices you’re missing your tank top and shifts her eyes down out of respect. Not knowing if you wanted her to see you this way anymore.

She bends down and unplugs her phone charger and grabs her pillow. “I’ll sleep on the couch, I know how your back gets. Please get some rest.” She kneels on the bed for a second and leans in but hesitates.

Was it her place to kiss your forehead still? She took the risk and quickly walked out of the room.

You lay in bed for what feels like hours. Uncomfortably tossing and turning in the lonely sheets. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling, getting lost in the patterns of the texture.

Exhaustion is no match for your mind and you really don’t want to be in this bed alone right now. You sit up, comforter falling to reveal your chest.

You think about how Nayeon is on the couch by herself right now. Probably overthinking everything and stressing herself out, no sleep in sight. In a moment of weakness, you stand up and saunter into the living room.

She lay splayed out in the sectional, phone in hand scrolling mindlessly in the warm light. A useless distraction, you were all that filled her mind.

You take note that she removed the sweater and was only in a sports bra now. You can’t help but daydream about how her skin feels on yours.

She notices you standing in the doorway, arms crossed, holding yourself. She looks away from her phone to acknowledge your presence, locking it and laying it on her chest.

“Having trouble sleeping too?” You nod and bite the inside of your cheek.

You take the risk, slowly wandering to the front of the sectional and climbing into the blanket with her. She’s surprised by the action but lifts the blanket so you can get comfortable, making sure you're covered.

“You’re so cold” she whispers as you press your face into her neck and wrap your arms around her causing her to shiver. You don’t have the same compulsion of not wanting her to touch you. She feels like Nayeon. She feels like home.

She starts tracing patterns on your shoulder as she leans her face on the top of your head. Both silently enjoy each other's comfort as you drift off to sleep.

Awoken by the sound of humming in the kitchen, you smile before you even open your eyes. You know what’s happening before you are even half awake.

You’re still wrapped in the soft blanket on the sectional taking up more space that you originally were now that the other person was up and about.

“Shit.” A whispered voice rings through the apartment.

“Too much creamer again?” You slyly say from the couch. You hear her jump, she must’ve not realized you were awake.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, ba-“ she stops herself from saying the pet name, not knowing what the boundaries were anymore.

“You didn’t wake me. I should be the one apologizing, I was the one who scared you.” You chuckle, getting up and stretching before throwing on the sweater, laid across the couch’s back, to cover up a little before you start your morning rituals.

When you turn around you see her cheeks fill with red. “You okay?” You ask her, grabbing the black mug, taking a sip.

“I think so…” she says slowly, unsure of her next step. “I think I just want to know what the next step is…for us.”

Her eyes flicker to your face waiting for a response. You start to walk over to the bedroom.

“Well, we usually shower next, have you forgotten our routine already? It was only a couple of days” Trying to make light of the situation.

She giggles “you know what I mean…I just need to know if I can mend this. To fix this. Falling asleep with you last night was the calmest I’ve felt… ” You interrupt her before she can cloud your brain with sweet things. She always knew how to break you with that.

“I’m still angry that you hid it from me” stoically expressing the truth. Both truths.

“But I love you.” She smiles, hopeful of what’s to come, walking towards you with her arms out. Wrapping them around your neck and pulling you in for a soft peck.

After a few more quick kisses, foreheads connected as her arms slid down to your waist.

“But I need to make it very clear that I cannot do this again. So if you’re hiding anything else, please tell me now.”

She cups your face in her hands and brings you in for a long kiss that makes you a little weak in the knees. “I’ll never hide anything from you again. Ever.”

“Good, will you start the shower then?”

She happily skips into the bathroom.

You start to pick out what clothes you’re wearing for the day when you hear a phone vibrate in the kitchen. Walking over to the counter and picking up the closest phone to see which one it was. It’s Nayeon’s phone with a message from Jihyo.

Your face drops as you read “Did she believe you or do we actually need to stop seeing each other?”

Take Me Back to Eden - Ascensionism - Part 4

#twice angst #twice imagines #twice nayeon #nayeon x fem!reader #nayeon #im nayeon #nayeon x reader #twice fic #kpop x fem reader #kpop x reader #twice x y/n #wlw #lesbian

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Valerie knows that something is up with Danny. Just today, he ran out of three different classes and lunch, always claiming that he needed to go to the bathroom.

This had been happening for nearly three years.

Ever since Danny turned 14, he kept vanishing, almost every day, always claiming that he needed to go to the bathroom.

Valerie didn't pry into it, not normally. But lately things hadn't been normal, and Danny had been vanishing more than he ever had before.

About a week and a half ago, Valerie had made a decision. Whenever she brought up Danny’s disappearances, he always redirected the conversation, stopped talking and ran off, or just ignored it,

But no more.

(Well, Danny probably still wouldn’t answer any of her questions, but that wasn’t the point.)

Valerie was going to get some answers, goddamnit, even if she had to go rifling through all of Danny’s things.

Like she was about to do.

Danny had left class two and a half minutes ago, two minutes before the rest of the class headed home. He just took off, not bothering to take his backpack – decorated with pictures of stars and galaxies, of course – or even give a token excuse to the teacher. This was perfect.

Valerie raised her hand, and spoke. "Miss Black? Can I take Danny's backpack to his house if he doesn't show up?"

The teacher nodded, not bothering to speak, and gave her a dismissing wave of the hand. Valerie put her bag on in one swift motion, and picked up Danny's from where he had been sitting next to her. This was her chance, and she couldn't afford to screw up. Who knew if Danny would trust her again if she did.

Valerie hid herself away in a distant, dimly lit corner in the library that almost no one used, and set down both bags she was carrying. She thought briefly about setting up some sort of disguise, so that no one would be suspicious about what she was about to do, but quickly decided against it. Besides, setting something up would probably be much more suspicious and likely to get her noticed. Best to just get it over with, then.

She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then released it. For no particular reason, she decided to start with the smallest pocket of the star-splattered bag. That had nothing in it except a phone with a case proudly displaying the NASA logo with words around it saying "IT'S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE… OH WAIT, IT IS!" and a well-worn paper copy of Danny's timetable. Valerie considered looking at the phone – even if she wasn't 100% right, she had a pretty good idea of what his passcode was – but decided to wait until she had gone through the rest of the bag.

Next up was the middle pocket. Inside was Danny's English book, a few papers for homework, a book on Biology, and a small laptop with – what else – space stickers. The laptop also had a few other stickers, with the most noticeable being stickers of a greenhouse, a PDA, and a green blob ghost. Still mostly space though.

Finally, the biggest pocket. Valerie held her breath, opened it, and was severely disappointed. There was nothing but a thermos!

Then Valerie realised what the thermos was. And the person who really owned it.

"DANNY'S HELPING PHANTOM? AND HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?"

A redhead on the other side of the bookshelf dropped his book on conspiracy theories, then groaned. "You too?! Why does no one believe me?!"

Valerie instantly retorted back, " because your theories are crazy Wes."

#danny phantom #dannymay2023 #dannymay day 2 #valerie gray

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anarchistmemecollective · 2 years

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I am remaining anon because I want to make it harder for the police to track me down if anything happens (not an admission of guilt for any future charges) but if you ever want to prepare against the police, know this: ------------------------------------------------------------------------- DO NOT USE FACE ID OR THUMB ID In certain states, the police can use it to unlock your phone to find any evidence such as saying you want to commit (X). It is just best to use a passcode anyways! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "would you have a problem with me searching your vehicle?" SAY THIS IN RESPONSE: "I do not consent to any search or seizure." THAT LINE IS A TRICK BY THE COPS BECAUSE YES CAN BE TAKEN AS: "yes, (you may search my vehicle)" AND NO CAN BE TAKEN AS: "No (I have no problem with you searching my vehicle)" THE COURT WILL ALLOW THIS STUFF!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT. "Do you know how fast you were going?" Respond with: "I invoke my right to remain silent". From my knowledge, this is the best method. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- DO NOT RECORD, BRAG, OR MENTION ANYTHING ABOUT A CRIME YOU WISH TO OR HAVE COMMITTED. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE COPS CAN AND WILL LIE TO YOU! DO NOT TRUST THEM OR TALK THEM WITHOUT A LAWYER PRESENT, THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS, THEY WILL USE TECHNIQUES TO BREAK YOU DOWN, ISOLATE YOU, LIE AND SAY YOUR FRIENDS RATTED YOU OUT, THEIR GOAL IS TO GET A CONFESSION, BE AWARE OF THEIR TRICKS. THEY WILL ISOLATE YOU ALONE, FEED YOU TO BUILD CONNECTION, LEAN IN CLOSER TO PRESSURE A CONFESSION. (Just some examples of their manipulative behavior I am aware of!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ DO NOT BRING YOUR PHONE OR SMART DEVICES (maybe even credit card as well) TO WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO COMMIT A CRIME OR PROTEST, THEY CAN BE TRACKED BY WHATEVER COMPANY PROVIDES IT AND THAT INFO WILL BE GIVEN TO THE POLICE. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This all the main info I have to give, hope this helps you or anyone who see's this. THIS IS BASED OF THE UNITED STATES, PLEASE RESEARCH YOUR OWN RIGHTS IN WHERE YOU RESIDE!!!

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thiswasneverthat · 2 years

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stray kids ㅡ and the way they cheated on you.

Genre: mature themes, angst, smut

Word count: 800+

Warning: cheating (obviously, it’s on the title heh.)

Hyungline only!

Ps. I do not condone any of the actions implied on this, I just enjoy torturing myself (re: breaking my own heart). If you are uncomfortable with the warning, keep scrolling.

Chan.

first of all, you never thought he would do that to you.

in the third year of your relationship, the two of you barely see each other due to hectic schedules, both yours and his.

you both only meet once or twice a week, but when you couldn't get the chance to, you both only talk on the phone at night after work.

however, the frequency of the talks on the phone keeps dropping as days pass by, from thirty minutes to ten minutes, and to a lot of missed calls.

literally, no one to blame but the schedules when your needs couldn't be fulfilled.

no matter how desperate you are, you would only use your fingers or toys.

however, you can't say the same for him.

he finds his fulfillment somewhere else, in someone else.

one fine night when you intend to surprise him after work, you catch him in the act, licking and sucking a blonde's cunt in his apartment. he probably forgot you know the passcode.

and you've met the blonde before, she's the girl next door.

Minho.

for some reason, you already know that he will break your heart one day.

and yeah, he does break your heart so effortlessly.

being the popular guy at university, you secretly admit that he is out of your league. but well, how can you say no when he asks you out? how can you say no when he fucks you dumb the second time you meet?

on daily basis, he is surrounded by a lot of girls during dance practice. girls are fawning over him, cause who won't?

somehow you get used to it anyway, even when there are times you caught him flirting with them as well.

one day you walked on him kissing a girl in the changing room. "don't worry about it, we're just playing around." that’s what he said and you foolishly trust him, even letting him take you home after and fucks you till daylight.

he is so bad but he is also so good at being bad. sighs.

the next time ㅡthough it didn't surprise youㅡ but your heart still breaks to pieces when you catch him having his dick balls deep inside a girl in the dance studio.

guilt emerges all over his face the moment he saw you standing by the door, however, he shows no movement to stop thrusting his hips.

Changbin.

almost three years of dating him and every single day is special for you. he treats you exactly like how girls dream to be treated by the guy they love.

almost three years into the relationship, yet his parents still won't open their hearts to you.

saying that they want only the best match for him. the best match in their eyes is someone who comes from a filthy rich household, just like them.

but he always convinces you that you are the one he wants and he loves. and you believe him because he is your devoted boyfriend.

little did you know that he is also ㅡa little bit moreㅡ devoted to his parents.

one fine night when you are about to go home after work, you saw him holding a girl's hand in a cafe.

"she's the girl my parents want me to marry, but I don't even like her, it was just an act." that's his excuse when you confront him about it.

and of course, you believe him because your love for him is bigger than your suspicion.

a few weeks later, you bake him a cake for his birthday as a surprise. however, you are the one getting a surprise when you bring the cake to his office.

there he is, sitting on the couch with a girl straddling his lap. it is the same girl from the cafe. "thank you for the birthday gift, baby. I love you." the words roll out so effortlessly from his lips as he kisses the girl.

Hyunjin.

the guy that you met in art class almost a year ago. now though, he is your boyfriend.

rumors around you say that you are only his sweet escape. but, do you even care? of course, you don't.

yeah, you don't believe the rumors until you eventually feel like he's changed.

a few months before, he has no problem taking you to his apartment, but now he always has excuses to decline. it's a mess; I haven't cleaned up; my mom is coming over tonight; and all those bullshits.

one time when you call him, someone else answers his phone. from the voice, you can tell that it is an older lady. "oh, hyunjin is taking a bath."

but you immediately brush the foreboding feeling away, thinking that it might be his mother. well.. who else, right?

the next few days, however, he is out of reach. his phone is off and he has been skipping art classes, which is strange.

and when you decide to visit his apartment, you didn't expect a lady wearing a silk nightgown to open the door for you.

"honey, who is it? hurry come back to bed, I need you." that's his voice calling from inside the apartment.

so, the rumors are true after all. you are only an escape because it is now crystal clear that he hasn't moved on from his old art teacher.

#skz smut #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids smut #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #skz scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #bang chan smut #bang chan headcanons #lee know smut #lee know headcanons #changbin headcanons #changbin scenarios #hyunjin headcanons #hwang hyunjin scenarios

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laladellakang · 10 months

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OMGG i'm so honored that you will let me see the draft of you futur post if I want to and OFC i want to you're like one of my fav author/writer on tumblr so why i would not want to see one of your draft ?! Like really i'm currently so shocked 🥹🥹 i love youuuuu ( and Lala too ofc my girl ) 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

OKAY SO HERE IT IS, MAJORRR FIC SPOILER AND ITS SO SO BAD IM SO NOT PROUD OF IT. IT MAKES NOOOO SENSE (i mean it does but doesnt at the same time) but it was your birthday yesterday and i really wanted to give you a gift. please look forward to the revised and BETTER ver of this soon! 🤍

contains: angst. mentions of cheating (mainly jay)

The world is fucking different.

Something is off, and I can sense it. Everything just feels strange.

Today, I went to campus for a lecture and ended up accidentally falling asleep in class. No big deal, right? It's not like it hasn't happened before.

The big deal was how odd everything was when I left the room.

I was supposed to be picked up by the car and taken home, but after waiting for ten minutes, there was no sign of it.

I tried calling our driver, but the call got disconnected. I attempted to reach out to Sungho and Yunji, but their calls were disconnected too. I even tried calling every manager contact on my phone, but nothing worked. Plus it's not like I don't have any signal, it just wouldn't connect for some reason. Something about the numbers not existing.

I decided to take a taxi, hoping it wouldn't cause any trouble. But even the ride home felt odd. Seoul looked... different.

I texted the boys that I was on my way with a taxi and that I feel a bit off. I didn't get a reply or a single read, not even from Jungwon.

But it's whatever! I just wanna get home and cuddle with whoever's free.

Taking a deep breath, I entered the dorm using the combination.

My heart sank as soon as I stepped in.

Female shoes. Ones that are definitely not mine.

Nausea overcame me, and my breathing became heavy as tears welled up.

No. Della, don't. You trust them. She could be anyone. No one is cheating on you.

What if it's a sasaeng? Is someone breaking into our– no. Most, if not all, of the boys should be home. They would have done something if someone had broken in.

It can't be a relative either, as we would have informed the group beforehand.

Then who is she?

"I'm home," I managed to say in a normal voice, trying to hold back the tears.

I heard panicked shuffling and quickly wiped away stray tears before they could see me.

You're strong, Kang Della. Don't show any weakness or insecurity to whoever this person is.

And there she was, someone I had never met or seen before.

She had made herself at home, wearing loungewear and her hair styled in a messy up-do.

Her eyes were wide, mirroring my previous vulnerability, and her breathing was heavy.

And she was stunning. Her freshly-dyed blonde hair contrasted with my midnight black one. She was tall (though not as tall as me, judging by how high she reached the shoe rack), with a small face, big eyes, and plump lips.

Honestly, she reminded me of myself, but in a different font or something. I don't think she's Korean.

"Who are you, and how did you find out where we live?" she asked me fearfully. "How did you know the passcode?"

Wow.

Just wow.

I know that in situations like this (or at least what it's looking like), the blame should mainly fall on the cheater rather than the person they cheated with.

But she just referred to my home as hers. Ain't no fucking way.

"Where YOU live?" I scoffed, licking the inside of my cheek. "I'm sorry– who are you, and why are YOU here?"

That's when I noticed she was wearing my favorite Jay-shirt. It felt like my heart was being crushed, and I could feel the symptoms of a panic attack creeping up.

My sweet Jay. Earlier today, he woke me up and told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. How lucky he felt to have me. His eyes showed sincerity. Was it all a lie? How can someone so lovely be so cruel?

"I live here. Who are you, and how did you know the passcode?" she responded, a bit more sternly. What the hell?

"This is Enhypen's dorm. I live here," I said, surprised that she didn't recognize me, even though she's dating a member of my group.

Shit. That stings. Park Jongseong fucking cheated on me.

Confusion crossed her face, and she was about to say something when we were interrupted by more shuffling.

We both turned and saw an angry Heeseung.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" he said sternly, pulling her behind him to protect her.

Heeseung too? My protective Heeseung who got angry at the other members if they left me unsupervised after my injury.

Now he's protecting her instead of me?

My heart started pounding, and it became harder to breathe.

"Heeseung-oppa?" I said in a small voice, feeling incredibly betrayed.

"Who are you?! Get out of our house before we call the police!" he raised his voice at me. The boys had never spoken to me like that before, especially not in such a harsh tone.

"I live here! Lee Heeseung, what are you saying?!" my voice shook as a few tears escaped.

More commotion followed, and this time all seven members appeared. Even Jake, who I could see peeking from the side of the wall.

Is he... afraid of me?

My Jake who was scared of the girls in I-Land but became so comfortable with me that his golden retriever personality came out. Now he barely wants to see me?

"You don't live here. Who are you?" Jungwon stepped forward. My Jungwon. Enhypen's leader who is ready to protect everyone despite being maknae.

But why isn't he protecting me?

"I—" the sight of all my boyfriends turning against me and defending this girl became too much. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate, and a panic attack was on the verge of consuming me.

Shit. I haven't had a panic attack in so long and the fact that my lovers are the ones to trigger it is insane. Everything was perfect just this morning– what happened?

"Breathe. Take your time," Oh my Sunghoon. So incredibly precious. Always reassuring and giving me reminders since day one.

"Sunghoon," Heeseung scolded.

"She's going to have a panic attack! How can she explain anything?" Sunghoon reasoned. "Niki, get her some water."

"No, Niki. She should leave. Now," Sunoo said firmly. "I'm calling the police." My Sunoo, our sunshine. We've had our squabbles, but I've never been this scared of him. Now I understand what people mean when they say he has an intimidating face.

"Wait, wait. What's your name?" Riki asked. "Calm down a bit. Tell us how you got in," he approached me and gently rubbed my shoulder. I tend to forget that he's still so young since he hates when I remind him of our slight age gap. My Riki is too pure sometimes. He's doing this when I'm a stranger to them.

Wait.

It suddenly hit me.

Shit, why didn't my brain work faster?

I'm a stranger to them. They don't know who I am.

It breaks my heart but I should at least introduce myself so that they know I'm not a threat.

I TOLD YOU THE WORLD IS FUCKING DIFFERENT.

"Jay-hyung, call the police," Riki switched languages, probably to ensure that I don't understand.

"Wait! Don't call!" my eyes widened, instinctively grabbing Riki's wrist. "I'm not a crazy fan, I swear!"

"Let go of him," everyone said in unison.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold him. It was a reflex," I let go and took a deep breath. "My name is Kang Della. I'm a member of Enhypen."

"I'm sorry, what?" Sunoo scoffed. "We only have two female members in our team."

Two?

"What the fuck is happening with the world?" I couldn't help but chuckle humorlessly. "Have I gone insane?"

"Answer us– what do you mean you're a member of Enhypen?" Jungwon asked.

"Did I do that thing from Everything, Everywhere, All at Once?" I leaned against the wall, clutching my aching head. "Just give me a second."

I have officially gone insane.

Even if I did 'multiverse hopped' or whatever you call it, I have officially gone insane. My head fucking hurts.

"Can you please answer us?" Jake asked in a softer voice.

"My name is Kang Della. I was born on March 16, 2003. I'm from Seongbuk-gu, and in 2020, I participated in a survival show called I-Land," I looked up at their faces, hoping to see some recognition. Some looked in disbelief, while others seemed slightly annoyed.

"I made it into the final lineup of Enhypen. Seven boys, two girls. It was you seven plus me and Alice, but Alice left shortly after, so I was the only girl," my eyes welled up with tears at the thought of them not remembering me after everything we went through. "I live here. This dorm has been my home for almost three years. I was attending a class in university, and suddenly I came home to... to this."

"You expect us to–" Heeseung was about to say something when she cut him off. She moved closer to me, looking me in the eye. "Mila–"

"Do you have any proof?" she asked softly.

I maintained eye contact as I pulled out my phone. I let out a shaky breath when I looked at the screen for my Face ID.

The lock screen displayed a picture of us, my Enha.

I opened the gallery app, and a few tears escaped my eyes. I flinched slightly when Mila's hand reached out to wipe them away.

"Take your time," she assured me. Damn, she's sweet too. She seems perfect.

"Thank you," I whispered. My thumb hovered over the photo album labeled 'my forever.' I know I'm being dramatic but all I kept thinking was 'will I ever return to my world again?' "Here you go," I handed her my phone.

I watched as she scrolled through the pictures, but quickly adverted my gaze to the floor. I really wanna go home. I'm surrounded by my comfort people but they're not my comfort people.

"Guys.. These are actually you..." Mila turned around to show the seven. "And it's not even a look alike, it's definitely you. This is the company building," Jay took the phone out of her hands to have a closer look.

I saw him tap on a certain video and Shout Out started playing. That's when I couldn't take it anymore. Again.

I broke down. A full on panic attack.

"Oh my God," Mila wrapped her arms around me. "Let's get you inside. Niki, get her water."

Hearing Shout Out made me think of four things at the same time;

1. How the hell am I gonna go home and how long will it take.

2. I'm all alone in this world/universe/whatever this is.

3. I'm surrounded by people who look and are practically my soulmates, but they're not mine.

4. I guess we're not together in every universe after all. I know it's probably impossible and that the guys were just reassuring me for the sake of it, yet it still stings. This is a reality check.

#clc - ldk asks #clc - ldk spoilers

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scoonsalicious · 18 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 18, Unread - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, betrayal, mentions of sex, mentions of violence, threats.

Word Count: 1.9k

Previously On...: You saw something on Bucky's phone that changed everything.

A/N: Here it is-- the final betrayal. I'm sorry. It can only go up from here, right? LOL no.

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“Care to tell me why we’re meeting in an unused guest suite on a floor that’s mostly under construction?” Nat asked when you opened the door of your borrowed new room to let her in. You didn’t utter a word, just thrust a copy of the text screenshots into her hands and sat down at the edge of the unfamiliar bed, waiting for her to read them.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Just read it,” you told her, voice devoid of any emotion.

Natasha scanned through the messages, her eyes widening in shock and disgust as she made her way through them. “This has got to be some sort of sick trick, right?” she asked you when she’d finished. “Like, Carthage found some program online to make up fake text messages and sent them to mess with you. Barnes would nev–”

“I screenshotted them off of Bucky’s phone, myself, Nat,” you informed her.

There was a knock on the door and Nat opened it to reveal Wanda. “I came as soon as I could,” the other redhead said. “Why are we having a secret meeting?” Nat handed Wanda the screenshots and came to sit next to you on the bed while she read them.

Wanda’s hand flew to her mouth. “No,” she whispered, looking back up at you. “How could he? There must be some kind of mistake.”

“No mistake, Wands,” you said, standing up to take the pages from her. “It’s all right there, typed out by the man himself.” And then, as if to punish yourself further, you began to read out loud the text between Bucky and Jade:

Vix <3: Hey there, handsome xoxo

Vix <3: Bucky?

Vix <3: You just going to ignore me after everything?

>> How are you texting me? You're supposed to be blocked.

Vix <3: You should keep better track of your phone, then ;)

Vix <3: Or, at the very least, choose a better passcode.

>> What do you want?

Vix <3: I want to talk about what happened the other night.

>> Nothing happened.

Vix <3: Come on now, we both know that's not true ;)

>> It was a mistake. I should have never done it.

Vix <3: You don't make a mistake two separate times, Barnes.

>> Well, I did. And I regret it.

Vix <3: You didn't seem to regret it when you were blowing loads of cum inside of me.

>> Jesus Christ, Jade. You don't have to be so fucking crass about it.

Vix <3: I thought you liked girls with dirty mouths.

>> Jade, I have a girlfriend. She’s the only one whose mouth I like dirty. Or at all.

Vix <3: That's right, your Perfect, Precious Pocket.

>> Do not talk about her.

Vix <3: Oh please. Don't pretend you care about her now.

>> I love her.

Vix <3: You have a funny way of showing it, sleeping with me just a day and a half ago.

>> She is EVERYTHING to me.

Vix <3: Obviously not.

>> I thought she slept with Steve.

>> I was a fucking idiot.

>> It was a misunderstanding.

Vix <3: Orly? That how she's going to see it?

>> She's not gonna find out.

Vix <3: You think you can hide the truth from her? Please.

>> The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

Vix <3: Should have thought of that before you fucked me. Twice.

Vix <3: If you don't tell her, I will.

>> She'd never believe you. She fucking hates you.

Vix <3: I don't need her to believe me. I just need her to see these texts.

>> You wouldn't.

Vix <3: Try me. You don't want to fuck with me, Bucky.

Vix <3: Tell her the truth or I will.

>> I swear to god, Carthage, you breathe a word of this to her and I *will* fucking kill you.

>> That is not an idle threat.

>> Ending your life would be as easy for me as breathing.

Vix <3: You wouldn't.

>> Do you want to try me?

>> Because I promise you, she is the most important thing in this world to me, and if you threaten that, I will end you without losing a wink of sleep.

>> You know what I'm capable of. Don't test me.

>> Do you understand me?

>> I said, do you understand me?

Vix <3: Christ, yes, Barnes. I understand.

Vix <3: I'll keep my mouth shut.

Vix <3: But you're a real piece of shit, you know that?

>> You're not telling me anything I don't already know.

Vix <3: I'd be so fucking good to you if you just gave me a chance.

>> Not happening. And if I find out you even insinuate to Pocket, or to anyone, what happened in Russia, it will be the absolute last thing you ever do, and no one will ever find your body.

Vix <3: I already told you, I won't tell your Precious Pocket. I'm not a liar.

>> Good. We're done. I'll speak to Steve about having someone else take over your training.

Vix <3: WHAT?! You don't have to do that!

>> I can't be around you anymore. I don't want to be around you anymore.

Vix <3: Temptation too strong? Afraid you'll make another 'mistake'?

>> Fuck you.

Vix <3: You already did, baby xoxo

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Wanda whispered when you’d finished reading. “Pocket, honey, are you alright?” She looked at you as if she were terrified you were going to break. And maybe the old you would have. This new you, the one that was forged under rage and ice, was made of harder, crueler stuff.

“I’ll live,” you said. Nat and Wanda exchanged a glance that didn’t escape your notice. “What?” you snapped at them.

“Hey,” Nat said, “Don’t get mad at us; we’re just worried about you. The last time he pulled something like this, you were a mess. This,” she indicated the sheets of paper you still held, “is way worse, so forgive us for expecting you to not be okay.”

You sighed and slumped down into a nearby chair. “I’m sorry, guys,” you said. “Obviously I’m not okay, and it’s not fair of me to take out my frustrations on you. But this time is different. Before, I was devastated, I was sad. But now? Now I’m fucking pissed. It’s like every ounce of love I felt for him has been turned into pure, unadulterated hatred, and all I want is for him to fucking suffer. I want him to hurt the way he hurt me.” Wanda opened her mouth to speak, but you interrupted her before she could. “And I know that’s not healthy, Wands. Trust me, I know that. I’ve just never been this angry before in my entire fucking life. God, not even at fucking Darren.”

“Who’s Darren?” Wanda asked, but Nat shook her head at her.

“Not now,” she said.

“I don’t even want him dead,” you continued, voice rising, as though Wanda hadn’t spoken at all. “Death would be too good for him! I want him to feel pain, pain like he has never experienced before in his long, utterly useless life!”

“Pocket,” Nat warned. She knew you were dangerously close to saying something you might eventually come to regret.

You sighed, the rage fleeting and leaving you feeling hollow and broken. “I know,” you said. “I don’t really mean it. I’m just so goddamned hurt!”

“I know it’s difficult to believe this right now,” Wanda said, taking a step closer to put a hand on your shoulder, “but he does still love you– he said he—”

“No,” you interrupted, sounding every bit as defeated as you felt. “You don’t do that to someone you love. You just don’t. This morning, he talked about getting our own place, getting married, starting a fucking family.” You choked back your emotions, but your voice still cracked. “I thought he was ready to take things to the next step, to prove how much I meant to him, but he was just trying to distract me, trying to get me out of the Tower because he couldn’t risk me running into her, couldn’t risk her telling me the fucking truth he was too much of a coward to admit.”

Nat and Wanda looked from you to each other, lost in their sense of helplessness, of not knowing how to care for you in your time of need.

“You know,” you went on, “I probably would have forgiven him, if he had just straight up told me the truth. I mean, we weren’t even technically together, so it wasn’t cheating. If he’d said ‘I’m sorry, Pocket. I saw those articles and I went fucking crazy with jealousy. All I could think about was getting back at you because I thought you betrayed me.’ Yeah, I’d have been pissed, and it might have taken a while, but I could have forgiven him if he had just been fucking honest with me. That’s all I ever asked of him. That he just be fucking honest. But he’s lied to me, again and again and again.

“He took away my right to make an informed choice about my own fucking life,” you said, and this time, the emotions couldn’t be held back. “He of all fucking people should know what that feels like,” you sobbed. “He should know how valuable that choice is! How valuable it is to me!” And there it was, really, the crux of the matter. He knew how much you valued the freedom you now had over your own life, after so many years of not having any choices in what happened to your own body, and he’d stolen your ability to make a choice for yourself. He’d had sex with you, knowing you never would have consented if you knew he’d been with Carthage less than 24 hours prior. He’d violated so much more than your trust this time.

Nat stood up and raced over to you, throwing her arms around you. Wanda looked on for a moment, confused, before joining Nat in embracing you.

The entire time you’d been speaking to your friends, your phone had been silently vibrating. You’d turned the ringer off as soon as you texted Nat and Wanda, asking them to meet you. You didn’t need to look at the screen to know that it was Bucky who was trying to get ahold of you. If you’d been in a better frame of mind, you’d have laughed at the irony– here you had spent all day yesterday waiting on a text or call from him that never came, and now he was blowing up your phone and you couldn’t stand the thought of speaking to or hearing from him. Life was sure funny sometimes.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Maximoff,” FRIDAY’s voice rang through your borrowed room. “Mr. Stark is requesting everyone’s presence in Conference Room C for a mandatory pre-mission briefing to begin in ten minutes.”

“Fucking Tony,” you moaned. A mandatory meeting meant a mandatory encounter with Bucky, and you were so not ready for that yet.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda said, squeezing your hands. “Natasha and I won’t leave your side. He won’t be able to get near you. I’ll put a forcefield up around you if I have to.”

You managed to sniff out a laugh and wiped your nose. “Thanks, Wands. I really appreciate it.” Steeling yourself, you stood up from your chair. “Let’s go see what Tony wants.”

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helping-online · 8 days

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Phone Addiction + How to Prevent It:

Listen, we all have phone addiction at some point or another, and it really isn't that good for you. Our world in this day and age relies on devices, but our mentality and our mental state doesn't. A lot of people who feel trapped in a situation or su1cidal link it back to lack of motivation, being on devices, lack of sleep/eating/hydration. So, here's the science behind it and how to try and stop that device addiction.

It feels really hard to stop, trust me I know, but after trying these things it has helped me feel better about myself and be really involved in the world and others.

Our phone is probably one of the easiest things to grab onto when we're bored or tired or can't sleep. We could stay under a blanket all day scrolling endlessly not doing anything. This is because the device needs to keep you on it for as long as possible. Apps, games, and the devices are built to cater to our needs easily. Why would we need to change that?

Here are some tips to stop that addiction:

. Watch the news or a documentary of something you're interested in. Music festivals, sports, activities, subjects. Anything to stop you scrolling.

. Turn your device to grayscale, then the colours wont be so bright and you wont get trapped as easily.

. Stop charging your phone by your bed.

. Put a downtime on, this can be done on android and apple devices. Make it 8:00AM to 10:00PM, so your phone locks at 10 and you can't use it.

. Do something productive. Start small to get out of that depression funk. Stop lying on the floor, put on some music, drink some water, stand up and stretch. Then slowly do little jobs here and there. It's scientifically proven that doing something small like taking a dish out of your room immediately makes you feel better, and makes you want to do more.

. Get active, there are happy hormones in our brain that release energy when we get our blood pumping!

. Find an alternative activity or hobby to do.

. Don't have your phone in your hand unless you're going somewhere or using it, keep it on charge during the day.

. Watch a comforting movie under a blanket.

. Put on phone time. If you spend six hours on your phone a day, make it five hours, then lower it by 15 minutes each day/week until you think you can control how much you use it.

. Get a loved one to change the password on it, this means you can't unlock it. This helps when you need a week off.

. Put a passcode on every app, this will make you realise how much you're using your device. "Oh I've opened tiktok this many times today".

. Check phone and device stats regularly and set goals for yourself.

. Make plans throughout the week so that you're too busy to use your phone.

. Get a watch to stop making excuses to check the time and see notifications.

PLEASE RE-BLOG AND GET THE MESSAGE OUT TO OTHERS!

Hopefully, this post has inspired you to control yourself and has made you aware of what you're doing right now. Maybe this post has inspired you to work on yourself? If so, check out the rest of my blog for more tips! Now, Get off Tumblr and start setting some goals! Goodluck!

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acurlygirlamy1 · 8 months

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Your partner's phone.

This picture may not look like much, but the people that have unfortunately experienced an unfaithful partner know what a big deal this picture actually is.

I know its hard to believe, but there is someone out there who will hand you their phone while they are driving down the road and say "Can you check that text babe?", or even leave it beside you ( facing up ) when they go to the bathroom at a restaurant.

They will give you the passcode without hesitation because they have nothing to hide from you and you are the only person in their life, and they are proud to prove that to you because they genuinely mean it when they say "I love you".

And when that day comes .... I guarantee you won’t even feel the urge to go through it because you will know that you will be able to trust this person with all your heart and soul.

Take my advice and remember .... a person that truly values you .... would never put themselves in a position to lose you.

~ Cody Bret

❤️THIS IS WHAT I WILL HAVE SOMEDAY...I will never settle and NOT have in a relationship again. ❤️

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mses-mist · 10 months

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Jegulus microfic

PRE-PARTY HANGOUT

It really doesn’t surprise James that his apartment is the designated pre-party hangout spot for the night. Sirius is in the bathroom with remus hugging sirius from behind, nose tucked behind sirius’s ear as he watches sirius do his eyeliner sharing a bottle of firewhiskey and soda. Sirius had offered to do remus’s eyes earlier, but remus had flinched and chickened out as soon as the eyeliner wand had gotten too close to his eye.

Peter is today’s designated driver and has been ready to go since he got here, sipping moderately at some fruit juice in a glass bottle and chatting with mary, who has also volunteered her car for the night. Marlene’s been queuing music from sirius’s phone for the past ten minutes, laughing at dorcas’s joke, but she’s also been downing a bottle of plain firewhiskey and she’s at least halfway through it, so james is about to be real worried about remus’s sensibilities with regards to whatever Marlene chooses to blast through the apartment.

James’s three beers down, swinging his legs in his desk, watching Regulus crouched in front of his standing mirror to do his makeup. Really, he could get sirius to do it for him, but this is faster, and less likely to start another petty argument between the brothers and it also means james can participate in at least three conversations at once with the door open like this, instead of having to watch remus and sirius be sappy lovey dovey couple.

"Evan sent you another Snapchat,” James tells Regulus, looking at the notifications. Regulus is busy trying to line his eyes without stabbing himself, so he just grunts.

“The passcode is 03271960,” he looka at regulus in the reflection of the mirror and grins. Screwing the brush back into the liquid liner and resting it on his thigh Regulus take another sip of his drink. James holds the snapchat up so Regulus can survey it. It’s a Evan classic: the outfit reveal, only this time Barty is standing with his chin on his shoulder and his hand on Evan’s bare stomach.

“He’s using the t-shirt I got him. Good,” Regulus says. James turns the phone back toward him and snaps a picture of regulus as he starts on the other eye. Regulus can see him typing, but there’s no reflex instinct to make him stop. James’s not the type of person who would do anything insane while holding Regulus’s phone. Weird how much he trusts him.

“James!” Marlene yells from the living room. “pandora says hi!”

“Pandora?” James responds back loudly, even though he knows it’s just a text. “Tell her she’s my favourite ravenclaw!”

“Second-favourite ravenclaw, ya little shitbag,” Emeline calls back from somewhere in the room, and James cackles wildly, hears Emeline laugh her high piched laugh, before her conversation turns back to something sensible and polite with Amelia. There’s a faint tinge of amusement to both of their tones now; and he can hear lily and mary laughing together, mary’s laughs coming short and breathy like she’s struggling to get them out around tears. Sirius is squawking faintly from the bathroom, which means they’re probably making fun of him, and James mourns missing out.

Regulus smears glitter on his face, carefully traces the shape of his cheekbones and the slope of his nose, adds a little in the dip above his top lip and then reaches for his mascara for a thin coat. James watches him as if he were watching Regulus perform open-heart surgery.

“Want me to do yours next?” Regulus asks

“No thanks. I let Sirius try once, but I really don’t like the way it feels on my skin.”

“Fair,” he squeezes his eyes shut spraying setting spray around his face, trying not to accidentally inhale it, “fuck foundation, actually, nevermind i look fine.”

“Reg” sirius yells from across the bathroom walking towards the room , and regulus cracks an eye open to look up at him, where he’s hovering in the doorway, “can I borrow your glitter?”

“Yea,” he extends the little bottle to sirius, who takes it, glances around James’s room, “somethin’ else?”

“Did I leave my hair-tie here? The red one with the little stars.”

“Top drawer of the desk ,” James gestures, vaguely to the designated sirius’s lost and found drawer, and Regulus rolls out of the way so sirius can access it. He rummages through, pulls up his hair-tie and snaps it around his wrist, before seizing a box of candies and reading the back.

“Were these any good?” He asks James thinks about it. It’s been a while since he’s ate any but when sirius turns the box toward him, his brain comes up with a pretty decent recollection of last time moony was green and almost threw up eating one of those.

“Yea, think so. Tho you should probably keep it away from moony he didn't really appreciate the wine-y taste it left on his tongue,” Sirius hums, pockets few, and then pats Regulus’s head on the way out of the bedroom.

"Sirius get your filthy hands off my hair. It took me forever to do it,” Regulus says, sounding aghast. Pushing sirius's hands away from his head, taking another swig of his drink,packing away his makeup.

"Come here, I'll fix it for ya" James says giggling.

“I'm starting to understand how your friendship works,” Regulus mutters,admiring his reflection on the mirror. James steps over him and tucks Regulus's makeup kit back into its proper designated shelf, and then turns and places a hand either side of Regulus’s thighs, gripping the seat of his desk chair and leaning in to accept the kiss Regulus places against his lips.

“you're so cute, reggie” James cooes, ducking out of the way of a head-smack.

“Nothing about me has ever been cute.”

“That’s cute.”

“Shut up,” Regulus shoves at his shoulder.

Regulus gives up and rolls away from him with a finality. James laughs, and re-routes to pick up Regulus's forgotten drink, wandering out into the living room. Mary and dorcas are watching Marlene try to teach them the choreography to some K-pop song that she’s probably learned from pandora, while Regulus helps sirius highlight his face with glitter, tongue stuck out between his lips. Remus and lily have both twisted in their seat to watch mary try to replicate whatever the fuck Marlene is doing while dorcas laughs from the couch.

James does what any good friend would do, when presented with a prime opportunity to catch up with their life-long friend: he takes several quiet steps forward and then leaps into peter’s lap. Peter starts, violently, hand instinctively coming up to grab at James as he laughs loudly.

“Fucking hell, Prongs,” peter says, but he’s laughing too, “way to give a guy a heart attack.”

“I missed ya, wormy,” James says, wraps an arm over his shoulders and squeezes him in a tight hug. Peter squeezes back.

“I’m like, an hour away, not dead,” peter sounds amused, gently clapping James on the back. “Thanks for invitin’ me out, though. Gets lonely up there sometimes.”

“You should move back in with us,” James tells him, watching as Regulus exits his room hair now decorated with the Star-shaped hair-clips and perches on the couch arm next to Remus, watching mary and Marlene with interest. “we still have the room unused since last you stayed”

“That’s sweet,” Peter says, “but if I’m ever sharing room with you three again, it’ll be too soon" he says pointing at sirius and james. "The two of ya gave me premature gray hairs.”

“Liar,” James sing-songs, gripping Peter’s chin and forcibly tilting his head his way “ya miss me.”

“Sometimes, yeah. When I’m having a shit day i wish you would be there to crack a joke or moony to offer me hot chocolate or pads to go on a bike ride that feels more lke a death ride”

“we are good at that,” James agrees, and the pair of them laugh. Peter squishes into one corner of the couch, James settles next to him, and then Regulus settles between him and remus, hooking one arm over James’s shoulders.

“Good to see ya again, Baby black.”

“Pettigrew,” Regulus says by way of greeting.

“You can just call me peter or pete,” he offers with a little laugh, “no need to be so formal, you are datin’ one of my oldest friends after all.”

“or wormy,” james says with a mock sniffle

“shut it, ya little shit,” peter pulls his cheeks, making james yell and lean back into Regulus, trying to shove peter away from him.

“Okay then,” Regulus says, “just peter. And please just call me… just Regulus.”

“Cool,” Peter says

lily calls for Regulus's attention “Remus was just tellin’ me about the topic he’s working for his class on how sexist stephen ki -”

And just like that they’re off, the three of them talking about literary forms that James couldn’t give less of a shit about. It still makes him warm, though, seeing that genuine sparkle of interest in Regulus’s eye as Remus gestures grandly and lily nods thoughtfully. Three different loves (Remus his bi-awakening, Lily his ex crush of many years and reg the love of his life) from three different path of life coming together and making each other happy. James excuses himself for a drink before he does something embarrassing like hug them all for no goddamn reason.

Sirius has now joined in on trying to learn Marlene's dance, and he’s dragged peter and remus into it too. Mary seems to be getting the hang of it the fastest, but she’s laughing so hard that the movements still seem kind of half-hearted. Remus is flashing James the ‘ fucking-save-me’ eyes, so James breezes through and slides both arms around his waist, walking away with the claim of super-secret roommate business.

The super-secret roommate business is actually just escaping to sirius and remus’s room to rummage through his personal snack stash while remus re-checks his hair to make sure non are as untames as james's. James selects some chocolate frog from honeydukes that remus likes, rips open the packet and sits on remus’s bed to offer him some. Remus bites off a huge chunk.

“So,” remus says, “Regulus.”

“What ‘bout him?”

“You have a sperate compartment for his stuff in your room now?”

#james potter #regulus black #marauders era #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james being james #the marauders #marauders microfic #lilly evans #mary mcdonald #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorcas x marlene #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #rosekiller #peter pettigrew #this fandom has too many angst content so i decided to make some non angst for once #just the marauders era characters hanging out in marauders apartment before a party #i had this in my notepad for a while i believe i copied if off aome other fandom at some point but idk #just marauders being marauders #james has a separate compartment designated for people he is close to in his room if you couldn't tell #for someone who is like a open book james potter prefers to have his own space i.e. his room #and he only lets people close to him in there #jegulus microfic #jegulus fluff #regulus x james

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rfaromance · 1 year

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Hey idk if you do these kinds of requests (I couldn't find a rules page) but if you do im traveling to a funeral for the sudden death of a family member and I could use some comforting Yoosung writing. You can delete this if you can't do it I'll understand. I hope you have a nice day.

(I'll try to fix my rules page later! Thanks for letting me know! TW for grief and loss. I'm sending my love, anon.)

Yoosung was always delighted to receive a message from you. Whenever your name popped up on his phone screen, his eyes would light up and he'd sit up straight; anyone who could see him would say he resembled a puppy that jumped to attention with his tail wagging enthusiastically behind him.

While he would still get excited at the sight of you in a chatroom, he felt an extra swell of joy in his chest when he saw a text message. The thought of you wanting to talk to him, just him, filled him with a bizarre mixture of pride, glee, and anxiety.

So when he saw your name flicker across his screen in a new text message, he almost fell out of his chair. Hastily he typed a farewell message to his guild members on LOLOL, hoping they wouldn't tease him too harshly the next time he logged on. Eagerly he picked up his phone and entered his passcode, but when he tapped your message, the sparkle in his eyes dimmed as they clouded over with concern.

"Can I come over? Please...."

~~~

Yoosung did not hesitate in sending you a quick "OK!" While he knew V and Seven tended to get huffy about the thought of you leaving the apartment, he didn't exactly trust V's reasons and he figured Seven would forgive him if this were an emergency.

Hastily he cleaned off his desk and tried to tidy up his room, wanting to make sure you felt comfortable.

But when he opened his door to see your red eyes and puffy cheeks, he realized that the cleanliness of his apartment was the least of your concerns.

"What happened?" he asked gently, trying to fight the panic beginning to bubble inside him. "Are you hurt? Can I help? Wh--"

You cut him off by raising your hand, urging him to stop talking for a moment while you gathered your strength and figured out the words to say. You seemed to give up after a moment, though, just shuffling inside and burying your face in his chest.

"Gone..." you murmured, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "So quickly... no warning... forever...."

He couldn't quite make out all of the words you were saying, as they were interspersed with sniffles and your voice was clearly choked by tears, but he didn't need to hear everything to figure out what the situation was.

It was one he was all too familiar with, and one that he would never wish upon his worst enemy.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, and he carefully lifted his arms to wrap them around you and pull you into his warm embrace. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, as you finally let go of your mask and allowed your tears and sobs to soak into his chest.

He let you stand there and cry for a moment, but he could feel you getting shaky in his grip, so he gingerly guided you towards his bedroom where you could sit on his freshly-made bed. You didn't say anything, just sniffled and whimpered from time to time. Once he settled himself down beside you, you were quick to lay your head on his shoulder. Ignoring the flustered blush rising to his cheeks, he turned his attention back to you.

He could empathize with your pain, but he also knew that there wasn't much he could say to make it any easier to bear. Here he was, two years later, still reeling from the same grief. But maybe... maybe he could give you hope, if nothing else.

"It sucks, right?" he said at last. You jumped slightly, and he couldn't be certain whether you were startled by the fact that he'd spoken up or the words themselves. "It's weird, when you don't see it coming. When it comes out of nowhere, and your head starts spinning because, 'I was supposed to see them next week!' And then suddenly... you can't. Ever again." He could feel his own throat starting to tighten, and he swallowed hard in hopes of clearing it up. "And you don't always get answers. So then... what do you do? You can't just move on that easily. Not when you loved someone." He paused again, allowing his gaze to flicker around the room. He noticed his gaming setup on his computer. He noticed his high school diploma. He noticed a letter from Jumin inviting him to intern for C&R. He noticed a picture he'd taken with Zen and Jaehee after Zen's last performance, where he had played a crazy barber. He tried not to notice the photos of Rika on his nightstand, but... he wasn't keen on taking them down, either. He wasn't sure if he ever would.

"The hurt doesn't really go away," he admitted, and he could feel the corners of his eyes beginning to sting. "But... life grows around it, so it starts to feel smaller." He reached up and began to stroke your hair gently. "You make new friends, and they fill your heart. You find new hobbies, and they fill your mind. You can even try to live in a way that will honor them, maybe through charity or studies or buying a new ornament to put on your Christmas tree every year that reminds you of them...." He noticed that you had lifted your head and turned your glistening, tear-soaked eyes onto him. "It doesn't mean you don't care anymore or don't think about them. But..."

His eyes traveled over to his nightstand again, and they rested on a photo of Yoosung and Rika trying to bathe Sally, where they were all drenched and covered in soap bubbles.

"They'd want you to see you be happy. It's hard, and it takes a while, but you can still have happiness." Heat began to sprinkle across his cheeks, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Hesitation began to creep up on him, but when he looked at your expectant face, even as swollen as it was with your grief, he knew he couldn't keep these words to himself.

"You're part of my new happiness, Y/N. I want to make you happy, too."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #yoosung kim #yoosung x reader #gn!reader #tw grief #tw death #Yoosung has his deep and mature moments too!#anon

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Lover Like Me pt 12 | Feysand

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 ** Part 13 Part 14

Well lovers, it's Sunday, and finally, it's post day. Just a couple more to go.

Rhys thinks we need a holiday.

He tells me as much while I’m perched on a stool at my kitchen counter, hands cupped around a steaming mug of tea, and he’s making pancakes shirtless. His grey sweats ride low on his hips, he waves the spatula as he speaks, and the smell of maple syrup and bacon grease fills the small apartment. Honestly, he could have suggested we walk over hot coals and I think I would have agreed.

As it is, he’s offering me a couple days of bliss, clothing optional, with a person who is currently pouring batter directly onto frying bacon like some kind of genius.

When did I get so fucking lucky?

“Where should we go?” I ask him. He sets the jug of batter down, huffs and then stares at the ceiling in thought.

“We could get up into the mountains,” he says, and I immediately look out the window. My family is from a crowded city, and Tamlin never had any interest in the outdoors. “Pack a little tent. Get on the bike and ride till we find a spot we like the look of.”

“That would be amazing,” I say, and then catch on the last thing he said. “Wait you have a motorcycle?” Rhys looks up from flipping his pancakes.

“I do, I keep it at the shop for the most part.”

“You told me you didn’t!” I say in shock.

“No, you said you thought I looked like I had a motorcycle and I asked you what someone with a motorcycle was supposed to look like. I neither confirmed nor denied anything.”

“Still,” I grumble. “You didn’t tell me I was right.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to be a cliché.”

“I feel lied to,” I tell him, but immediately perk up when he slides three bacon pancakes onto my plate. He starts a new batch while I soak my serving in syrup. “When should we go?” I shove my mouth full and the hot, salty-sweet taste has me in raptures.

“We could go next weekend,” Rhys says, leaning on the counter opposite me. I spear some pancake with my fork and feed it to him.

“I can do next weekend,” I say. Rhys just winks at me, mouth busy chewing, and then goes back to tend his frying pan.

It’s moments like these I hope I remember when I’m old. Rhys’s kitchen is full of yellow morning sun and cold batter sizzle, his shoulder blades move under blue-black tattoos and his rings click when he grips the handle of the pan. I’m so bone-deep content I could cry, and I realise how easy it is, falling for Rhys.

We finish our breakfast and clean up together, manoeuvring around each other in the tiny kitchen like we’ve done this for years. Rhys usually goes to the gym around this time, and I want to get some painting done. Afterall, I still owe Rhys one artwork.

Rhys goes back to my room to find the rest of his clothes, while I start dragging out my painting stuff, and his phone vibrates on the counter.

“Rhys, your phone is ringing,” I call out.

“Who is it?” he asks me. I glance at the screen.

“Don’t know, an unrecognised number.”

“Can you answer it for me?”

“You trust me to answer your calls?” I tease. Tamlin didn’t let me have the passcode to his phone. I make a mental note to stop comparing them, but I do it without thinking.

“I mean you’ve already read my mail.” He comes back out fully dressed, sliding his sunglasses on top of his head, while I stand there and blush. “Oh yes, I know you paid that fine. We’re going to have words about that later.” His phone goes on buzzing, and he kisses my mouth before he plucks it out of my hand and answers it.

“Hello?” It’s all I hear before the door closes behind him, and I’m left in the quiet.

I have a couple of hours before Rhys gets back, but I honestly don’t know what to paint. I stand around in and old shirt of Rhys’s, and stare down the canvas on the floor. I haven’t had my easel since moving, but I don’t mind painting like this.

As requested, it’s three by two feet, but Rhys has not given me any other parameters. Sometimes people ask for ‘whatever you want’ and think they’re doing the artist a favour, but for me too much choice just means I have no ideas to go on. I chew the end of my paintbrush, and think about things that Rhys likes.

By the time he gets back, I have started blocking out galaxy colours- deep purple bruises overlaid with white and turquoise splatters. I’m mixing gouache into my acrylics and building up textures, using my fingers to make the thick swirls move exactly how I want them to. I’m considering incorporating the pattern of his tattoos, or at least something inspired by them, when Rhys walks through the door.

“Hey,” I say. I look up from where I’m sitting, cross-legged on the floor. “You’re back early.”

“Yeah I…” Rhys dumps his gym back on my couch and looks lost.

“Are you okay?”

He looks at me then, and his expression is hard to read.

“I am,” he says slowly. “I just… that call this morning was a bit unexpected, and then I couldn’t really focus at the gym. Nearly dropped a weight on my foot. So I came back.”

“Okay,” I say. I set down the palette and brush in my hands. “Who called you?”

He walks over to me and I tug his hand, getting him to sit down with me. He does, but it’s still a minute before he meets my eyes.

“It was my father.”

“It was your dad?!” Of all the people he could have named, there are few that would have shocked me more.

“Yeah. He’s… he’s in hospital. I guess he’s not well. He… wanted me to come visit.”

“Oh.” I blow out my exhale, and in my mind is every awful thing I’ve ever heard about his father. Including how he’s the reason Rhys doesn’t think he should be loved.

Especially that.

“Do you want to go?” I ask him.

“I… I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to him in… Christ, I haven’t seen or heard from him since we left when I was fourteen.”

I take a hold of his hands. “You don’t have to decide now.”

“Of course my first reaction is to say no, I mean it’s been over a decade, why start now?”

“That makes sense. You don’t owe him anything.”

“Then again, it sounded pretty serious. He might die.”

“And… how would you feel if he died?”

“I have no idea.” Rhys’s violet eyes search mine, but I have no answers for him. I think of how I felt when my parents died, but it’s not the same. “Relieved? Probably? That sounds awful, doesn’t it?”

I shake my head. “It doesn’t sound awful.”

“I sort of feel like I should go, though. Just once before he’s gone.” His brow furrows, and he looks at our joined hands. “Even if it’s just to tell him to go to hell, and I’ll see him there.”

“Hey.” I crawl into his lap; I hate when he talks like this. “You are nothing like your father.” I slide my fingers into his hair, forgetting I’ve got paint on my hands. “Trust me, I know.”

“Would you tell me?” He looks up at me, desperation lighting in his eyes. “If you thought I was… changing. If you thought I was losing control. If I… if I was hurting you. You’ll tell me, right?”

“You won’t hurt me,” I try to say.

“But if I did. You’d tell me?” He squeezes my hips, tries to make me understand.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d tell you.”

Rhys nods once, scanning my face to make sure I’m telling the truth. Then he hugs me, so tight that the breath is pushed right out of my lungs, and after a moment of surprise I hug him back. He shifts my legs to wrap around his waist so I can be pulled in closer, and all the while his face is buried in my neck. I hardly know what to do, I just stroke his hair and murmur “you’re good Rhys, you're good, you’re the best person I’ve ever…”

And then he starts to shake, and I just want to be everything for him that he’s been for me. If only I knew how.

I do the only think I can think of, and drag his face up to mine. I have no experience with the words for love, so I put my lips on his, and try to tell him that way that he’s everything good in this world, to me.

It takes a moment, but then Rhys sighs against my mouth and I’m leaned backward as he kisses me back, and I’m so relieved. I don’t know what I’d do if he retreated, if he didn’t want to let me in. So I wrap my arms around his neck, tighten my legs around his waist, and refuse to let him go.

"I'm so sick of the angst," Rhys says. He shakes his head back and forth, as if he could clear his troubles like water from his ears. "I just want you, and me, in the middle of nowhere." His fingers run up and down my spine.

"Not Mor and the guys?"

Rhys frowns. "How dare you bring up my cousin while you're pressed up against my dick?"

I laugh. "Okay, no cousins. Just us."

"Have you ever been camping before?"

I shake my head, and he kisses my nose.

"I think you'll like it. We'll make a campfire, drink coffee, count the stars... you don't mind getting a little dirty, right?" He musses my hair, and I nip at his throat.

"Of course not, I'm not Mor you know."

Rhys tugs hard on one of my curls.

"Again with the cousin..."

I laugh and put my mouth on his. Rhys smacks my backside but kisses me back, and I get lost in it.

After a minute, Rhys groans low in his throat, and the world tilts as he lies back on the floor and takes me with him. I’m pulled on top of him, and my knees land on either side of his hips.

“I’m glad I have you,” Rhys whispers. His hands slide over my ass. I’m just in his shirt and my underwear, and the thin fabric of his gym shorts doesn’t add much between us.

“Even if I cause trouble?” I ask him. He barks a laugh at that, and the sound eases some tightness in my chest. He shakes his head.

“You don’t cause trouble, honey.” He shifts his hips under me, hands holding me in place, and the hard line of him grinds up against me. A flash of wickedness in his eyes. “That’s my job.”

He rolls his hips again, and this time his fingers dig into my backside and a sweet kind of ache blooms between my legs. My hands splay on his chest, and I can feel the satisfied rumble under his ribs when he watches my eyes glaze over.

“Is that good, honey?”

I just nod, while his grip makes me move over him. I’m slid up and down his fully clothed cock and it’s friction exactly where I want it. Rhys catches my mouth again and this time this kiss is hot and filthy. His tongue lashes against mine, I’m trying to keep up but my breath is coming shallow now and it’s such a simple thing to surrender to him.

“You look so good in my clothes,” he mumbles, and he’s reaching between us, pulling himself out of his shorts and pushing my underwear to the side. I’m too eager, I’m lifting my hips to help him and I’m streaking blue down his shoulders. The first, lush slide into me has a slow moan vibrating in Rhys’s chest and I bury my face in his singlet. I work my way down onto his cock and pant against his pulse point. “You’re fucking perfect,” he tells me, and the husk of his voice is another stroke down my spine.

Rhys nudges my head with his nose, hands back on my backside, and I look up for the kiss. I expect it devouring but instead he kisses me slow again, breathing in through his nose and then exhaling it back to me. I go to slide my hips back, but Rhys’s grip tightens and he doesn’t let me move. A sly grin shapes itself over his lips.

“I think I just want to keep you here,” he says. I frown, not understanding why he’s not fucking me already. Rhys whispers to me, eyes sparking. “Don’t move, baby.”

Before I can answer, he’s got his mouth on mine, while still rock hard inside me, and my head empties. The scrape of his teeth on my lips has me shuddering, the deep curl of his tongue is decadence overwhelming. I’m stretched around his cock and he’s kissing me like he’s got all the time in the world. He lifts his head off the floor to get closer, and I twist my arms around his neck. If he’s noticed that I’m covering him in paint, he doesn’t stop me. He’s so mouth-wateringly good, I can’t help it. I grind down on his lap, and he laughs against my lips.

“Naughty,” he says, and holds me still. I whimper, and he tuts. “That’s not what I asked you do.” I push my face into his neck and groan. I can’t form words, I’m wound so tight.

Rhys lets his head drop back down on the carpet and his hands squeeze again. He sighs and I don’t know how he can be so relaxed when he’s all the way inside me. He’s watching me with hooded eyes, violet light peeking from the dark of his lashes.

“That’s better,” he says. “I fucking love you like this. Just where I want you.” He breathes in and out, stretches out his body and I feel every bit of the motion. I bite down over his collar bone, trying to keep still. He chuckles again, and rewards me by rolling his hips beneath me, not pulling out of me but moving against my clit. I’m moaning again, and he exhales through his teeth. “Good girl,” he croons, and I melt.

Rhys’s hands roam now, satisfied that I won’t move. He strokes up my back, nails scratching lightly on the way, and then weaves his fingers into my hair. My head is lifted when he pulls lightly, and my eyes close at the pleasurable tug against my scalp. He traces my cheekbones, my lips, slides two fingers into my mouth and hums in approval as he presses down on my tongue. He presses a luxuriant kiss to my lips and then flattens his palms down the length of my back. Finds my ass again and his fingers grip there.

Rhys moves me now, grinding against me while I’m full of him and it has stars bursting behind my eyelids. I hold onto his shirt and ride the building wave of pleasure as he works me back and forth. In slow, torturous circles.

“Shit honey, you’re soaking,” Rhys mutters, but I can barely hear him. My pulse is roaring in my ears and in my mind I’m just begging him not to stop. I’m so undone I can’t seem to move myself to help him, I’m at the mercy of his hands but somehow I think we both like it this way. “Fuck,” Rhys bites out. “Enough.”

And then in one smooth movement he switches us, while his cock is still in me. I’m on my back and he’s rolled me right on top of the canvas. His left hand lands on the paint and I’d tell him, but as soon as he’s over me he pulls himself out and then pushes into me hard and the words die in my throat. The next drag out has my legs wrapping around his waist, so unwilling to lose him. He fucks into me slow but hard, working me so I’m pliant again, and the canvas creaks beneath me.

“Mmm, that’s better, huh?” I just nod and meet his hips every time they come.

Rhys tugs my shirt off me, and his hands slide from my stomach to my breasts. The paint is cold but his touch is hot, and my nipples peak almost painfully when his thumbs brush over them. Rhys groans at the sight, and he gathers pace.

“Jesus, Feyre…”

I push at his singlet and he pauses for a second to shuck it off. Takes the moment to remove the rest of both our clothes, then comes back to me. Resumes his rocking rhythm, his forearms landing either side of my face while my hands find the muscles of his torso. I’m almost sorry to cover those tattoos with the paint from my fingers, but the thought doesn’t last long while he’s kissing me.

Now that we’re naked, now that we’re skin to skin, everything feels urgent. My hands tighten in Rhys’s hair, his teeth bruise the skin of my throat, and our hips find each other over and over. Faster. Hungrier.

“Rhys…” I say, but I don’t even know what I’m trying to tell him. “Rhys, I… gods…”

Suddenly, Rhys is gone and I whine in protest. But he only turns me over to my side and pulls my back to his chest. He hooks my leg over his hip and pushes into me from behind. My hand lands in front of me to balance myself as he fucks into me, and then his fingers are moving over my stomach. Lower. He circles my clit and I arch my back to get him deeper as my climax shimmers into view.

“That’s it baby, you take it so good.”

Rhys’s hips punch a staccato rhythm, so at odds to the light touch of his fingers, and the smell of paint is right under my nose. He starts a row of hot, sucking kisses from my neck to the back of my shoulder, and I’m starting to lose it.

“That’s a good girl,” Rhys pants. “Come on sweetheart, come for me.”

He gets my earlobe between his teeth and I’m so fucking close. He growls low and long, biting down as he does it, and that sound is what does it. I hit my orgasm hard, the gentle movement of Rhys’s fingers unerring as I break.

“Fuck that’s my girl...” I’m sliding into over-sensitised, and his hand moves to my hip, holding me fast so he can fuck me harder and just when I think I’m coming down the feel of him chasing his own release has me ratcheting back up again. I don’t know what it is about him losing it that is so sexy to me, but as his movements become frenzied I’m coming again, and it’s in the middle of my second climax that Rhys goes over the edge too.

He shudders hard into me, and the most delicious warmth spreads through my chest. I relish the jerking of his hips and tighten around him as he comes. We lie curled together on my ruined canvas while we catch our breath, and Rhys strokes my flank as my heart slows down.

After a minute, he props himself up on an elbow and looks over me.

“Well,” he says. “This is a look.”

I look down too, and the muddied colours over my stomach and thighs just reminds me of everywhere Rhys touched me. I bite my lip and Rhys chuckles. He kisses every patch of my skin that remains unpainted, and then my mouth.

“Let’s get you in the shower,” he says eventually, and helps me up. We look back at the painting. “I think it’s your best work yet,” he comments.

“That’ll be five hundred dollars,” I deadpan, and Rhys laughs.

“The best five hundred I’ve ever spent,” he tells me, and slides his hands over my jaw and under my hair before kissing me again.

Later, when we’re clean and the canvas is leaning against the wall and we’re on the couch with tea and cookies, Rhys makes his decision.

“I’ll go,” he says quietly.

“Where is he?” I ask.

“Couple hours’ drive. Near where I grew up. Weird to think he never left.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“I don’t know.” Rhys stares at nothing. “I don’t think I want you anywhere near him, to be honest.”

“Okay,” I say. “Let me know if you change your mind. I could just come for the drive, if you want.” Rhys nods.

“I’ll think about it.” He sighs, puts his mug down and pulls me into his lap. “Thank you.”

I put my arms around his neck and hug him tight. I want to tell him that he never, ever has to say thank you to me, because he saves me every day and I’ll never be able to make that up to him. I don’t tell him.

****

My loves, I am so sorry this took so long. I just... ran out of juice and then I got crazy busy and was travelling for work and... I've only just got the brain space to think about this again. I'm sorry I had this break so close to the end, but I'll have the next part up for you next week (and i'm making it up to you with extra extra spice). thank you for your patience and love xx

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