#i heard like 5 people crying behind me we were literally all a mess

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marvel: *changes the opening title to honor chadwick*

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#i heard like 5 people crying behind me we were literally all a mess #marvel #mcu #marvel studios #black panther #wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #chadwick boseman

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Sweet But Psycho| J.JH

"If we can fuck louder than the voices in my head this might work out"

Pairing: cheater!jaehyun x fem!reader x cop!doyoung x bff! johnny

Genre: infidelity au/ psychopath au (is this even a thing?) Thriller, fluff, and humor if you squint

Summery: link

Warning: Smut, fingerings (f receiving), oral (f receiving), public sex, voyeurism, somnophilia, body worship, praising, love making, crying, unprotected sex (don't be dumb), reader is a manipulator, gaslighting, mention of past trauma and killing a family member, self-harm, jealousy, Graphic Description of Violence, Graphic description of murder, drugging (reader uses poison), reader is lowkey a psycho, doyoung is lowkey a yandere with psychopath tendencies, he's a little bit tiny minny obsessed with reader, implying that doyoung killed reader's ex lovers, stalker!doyoung, best boy! johnny, death of some characters, implying of blackmailing. Jeno, jungwoo, and jisung mentioned.

Word Count: 20k ~ 30k give or take :) I didn't count :)

A/N: Well...it had been a ride, honestly. Like, it's here finally, so please take it. I had literally many breakdowns finishing it. Writing psychopath characters was indeed challenging, and I hope I did well. Merry Christmas for those who celebrate it, I don't, but like happy holidays!

●Play List:

"Sweet But Psycho" Ava Max / "Control" Husley / "save me" BTS / "So Am I" Ava Max / "Copycat" Bellie Eilish / "Cradles" Sub Urban / "Teeth" 5 S.O.F

"From the very beginning, I realized I saw the world differently than everyone else. That didn't sit well with some people. But I wasn't for everyone....I guess they were all scared...that I'd be...a psycho."

— Cruella de Vil

Enjoy~

Before him, your days were filled with the hum of the traffic outside your apartment window and voices of the bristling life down the road where people actually lived their life. Their chatter was all you heard as you sat near your window, watching them while sipping some wine as you drifted deep in your demented thoughts.

behind your mask of civility, the demons within you were clawing to be set free. Behind your smiles was a deranged person with a craving for pain, yet to people standing around you, you always were calm and collected and charming woman. No one knew about the whispering. No one knew about the shadowy figures you were catching glimpses of occasionally. No one knew about the conversations in your head about a desire to kill everyone around you and walking out.

There was no color in your life, no warmth, no vitality - just a constant gray, meaningless existence, and loneliness. You always were at the center of the gatherings. You always had someone keeping your ear bleeding, but you were always lonely in crowded rooms.

Your sole motivation in life was working to have enough money to live peacefully and luxuriously, so you won't need anyone's help.

Before him, your life had been a cycle of working and sleeping, avoiding any human interactions if possible. You always found it hard to understand the people around you. It was as if they were speaking a language you can't understand, expressing emotions you can't understand, doing things that seemed meaningless to you.

But after years of learning how to mimic emotions, you finally learned how to blend in. You discovered you were an amazing charmer and a smooth talker, and you learned how to use it to your benefit. manipulation, yes—but to you, it was a means in gaining a position in society which came many perks with it such as having many influential people at your disposal to use for your own personal gains.

You got a taste of what the world could offer from sweets, but you knew all those men you toyed with and messed with liked you for your looks and your fake facade, and that eventually bore you. It wasn't what you wanted. What you needed was to stop feeling lonely and dissatisfied with your dul life, not some men to waste your precious time at.

The thing is, you had never experienced anything like that genuine love or attention you saw in movies and read about in books from anyone. The type of love that can mend a broken soul but you knew even if you had it, you wont understand it or know what to do with it but that didn't stop you from craving it, because deep down in yourself, you craved to be loved and to be cared for.

You had always been curious about how all that worked; falling in love or having someone love you back because not even your own family cared about you.

they gave you nothing but trauma and distorted childhood that aided in making you stand out from society and to be detached from reality. Your childhood killed everything good in your heart, leaving nothing but void.

Over the years, you started to notice people easily open up to you and share their secrets with you. Saw a friend in you, a comrade, an opportunity. They liked your overall charisma and your (fake) easy going personality, and to your surprise, you found yourself attending more different social gatherings where you had met many powerful figures that showed interest in you not for just your beauty and look but for your wit and smart talk.

With all these new emotions swarming you, it felt foreign yet overwhelming, and you enjoyed the attention and loved being in the center of the attention for a different reason, something you had always seeked, but yet something was missing.

It was indeed overwhelming and amazing at first, but again, you got bored very quickly. It was always the same type of men with the same personality traits who used to be your source of entertainment, but now, you dreaded them.

It didn't bring you genuine joy or fulfillment like you thought. Even the satisfaction of ruining those rich men and draining them of their wealth faded, now it brought you no joy.

Using people around you started getting easier and brought no entertainment to you. You were master at manipulation, and that earned you everywhere you wanted, but that was boring. Something was missing.

You lived day by day, feeling like a cog in a machine, going through the motions without any real meaning. Something was missing.

You know you were different, unable to function like normal people do — either the lack of exhibiting sympathy or any empathic intelligent— you just know you were unable to experience the same emotions like them, but that didn't stop you from wishing, hoping that one day you'll be find the thing you're missing.

Till a party occurred and you found your missing piece.

While deep in a conventional with the host of the party, your eyes caught a face among the crowd for a split second then you looked back at the woman but when you registered what you had seen—the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on—you looked back only to see him already looking at you.

With a small smirk, you looked down before looking back at the woman who was busy gushing to you how much she spent on the party. You could feel you were still smirking. You were so excited to have this one. You didn't hear a word of what dahyun said.

"Are you with me?" She snapped her fingers in front of you, "who's that guy?" You ignored her question and pointed your glass in the man's direction across the room, "the one with dimple smile." You added.

Furrownig her brows, dahyun look where you ushered and her brows lifted, an exclaimed sound leaving her. "That's Jung Jaehyun! I didn't know he's back from the States. I heard he's the ceo of their family's company. It's like a million dollar company."

Humming, you saw him lifting his glass in your side with a small grin before chugging it, making you smile and look away and back at the beautiful woman in front of you.

Flirting with him was way too easy. few compliments on his suit, handsomeness, and success to boost his ego were a good start because in today's society, men do not get heard or seen for who they are. So, to see the masculine in him, compliment him on his efforts and success, to make him feel special and unique, and competent would certainly flick something in him. admire him for his true qualities and validate the things that he does well made him admire you, because you made him seen and you my girl, my woman, were quite the expert in manipulation.

At first, you couldn't believe that a man as charming and handsome as him could be idiot enough to fall for a woman like you. He willingly dropped in your hand, and you had no plans to let him leave.

But then he slowly became a part of your life, and everything changed. He was like a ray of light in the darkness, a beacon of hope that showed you that there was more to life than just surviving your demons.

With the trauma you had endured in the past, you were wary of anyone being overly nice to you but by time, you found yourself doing somewhat new—feeling something new—you began staying up late on the phone and FaceTime just to spend more time with him, and you found that you were smiling more and more and for the first time in a long time.

After him, everything changed. He made you feel seen, heard for who you are (was) because your current self wasn't accepted, you're aware of that so you acted the way you used to before everthing went off the rail.

He made you feel as if your opinions and ideas mattered. Made you feel valued in a way that no one had ever done before. For the first time, you felt appreciated for who you truly are, felt alive, like there was a reason to wake up in the morning and face the day.

He was the lost piece.

Your new sweetest obsession.

you felt a spark of excitement in your chest, a feeling you had thought was lost forever.

As you spent more time with him, you realized you were slowly falling for him despite your reservations about trusting him.

You knew you were taking a risk, but the feeling of being in love was too strong to ignore. You felt alive again, like your life had meaning, and you were finally experiencing something other than fear and lost — you loved the feeling of experiencing the type of love you craved for the first time.

Against your better judgment, you let down your guard and began to fall for him.

On one hand, you were terrified that he would inevitably betray you like everyone else in your life, But on the other hand, the thought of being loved by someone as charming as him was intoxicating. You knew it could go either way, but you were ready to face whatever the future held.

"I'm pretty sure I can handle anything."

Jaehyun was a handsome, rich, and successful businessman that every woman wanted him for his looks or his wealth or both and was used to getting whatever he wanted But when he met you, the mysterious pretty woman, everything changed.

Your beauty stole his breath away, so he did what he usual do; smoothing his words on you in hopes to win you over because despite your cold and aloof demeanor, he was able to sense that there was far more below the surface

To Jaehyun, you were an enigma. A strong, independent, and determined woman he can see on his side. And that appealed to him. A mysterious woman that he at first thought is mere pretty designer because he was used to women falling at his feet, but this time he found one who's different. He didn't understand why you didn't care for his wealth or his looks, but he loved that you appreciated him for who he was, not for what he had become.

You brushed off all his attempts of flirts and boyish grins he sent you across the room. Rolling your eyes, a long sigh escaping you whenever he cracks a joke. You laughed, but not because of his jokes. It was his laugh what made you laugh, "she laughs!" He cooed by your ear, leaning down a bit to get in your face, making you startle and step back. A blush creeping on your face.

"She looks even cuter when flustered," he sighed, "I'll do all I can to get you all flustered then," With a lopsided grin, he winked at you.

He could tell you were the type of woman who had been through a lot. It wasn't hard to see that you were suspicious because in your defense, he was a stranger—one who seemed too good to be true.

You've dealt with men like him, and his smooth talking didn't fool you. But instead of being discouraged, he was intrigued. He saw you as a challenge, a puzzle to be solved.

He continued to pursue you, going to great lengths to win over your trust. He showed you that he was different from other men, that he was patient and understanding, and that he cared about you, and that made your resolve slowly falling apart but not entirely.

At first, you were shallow about him, doing what you know best— using him to amuse yourself. But over time, you found yourself opening up to him, trusting him more and more.

As he got to know you, he realized that you were more than just a beautiful face; you had an interesting persona and a unique thinking with a strong will. And that's what he fell in love with.

Despite your flawed personality, you were a force to be reckoned with, and he couldn't help but admire and respect you. You simply were the woman he had been searching for, and he knew he had found her at last. And he knew losing you was not an option.

You knew you were starting to fall for him when you started constantly checking your phone for his texts after you gave him your number. You smiling whenever his name pops on the screen was an indication that you started getting used to his presence in your life or how you smile to yourself when you see him waiting for you in front of your studio in the morning to have breakfast together.

You told him you were still new to the city, and you moved only recently in search of a new start, making him desire to be the one showing you around. A damsel in distress who's ready to be taken care of by a man. A man who's him.

"Let me welcome you then. tonight, a diner, me and you, just talking and getting to know each other. I'm more than just a handsome face, you know," he'd shrug with a small grin.

"Say yes," seeing his smile with those deep dimples deep in his soft cheeks, you finlay broke down and agreed. "Okay, I'll text you my address."

You liked how he never asked anything about your past or made you uncomfortable. He was so charming and relaxed, which made you extra cautious because you knew better than to trust a charming man. Your father's an example.

You started to change. It was weird and confusing learning how to function normally, but you tried. You felt better. You think you're better.

Two Years Later...

Somehow, your innocent shopping trip went wrong. You don't know how, but you may have an inkling idea on which point. You knew any spontaneous trip with Jaehyun somehow ends up in a very questionable way. Either you get lost in Ikea, in the woods for when you take a walk after a picnic, or take the wrong way during road trips. Anything could happen, and you adapted to the idea. But god, if you were ready for this time's event.

"Jae..." You whimpered, a gasp following you when he hit that spot that had you seeing stars. Burrying your head in his neck, you held onto his shoulders for dear life.

"Gotta be quiet, doll, or they'll hear us—fuck," a breathy chuckle left his abused lips when you clenched around his swelling cock.

"Oh, you love this, don't you? You're not as reserved as you pretend to be. Love that, love that a lot," he bit your shoulder blade to muffle his moans.

"Please, jae–" your high-pitched whine is cut off by his mouth on your swollon and puffy ones with so much fervor to muffle your noises

Your legs tightened around his hips as you arched your back against the wall behind you. Your knot at verge of snapped with the tip constantly brushing your sweet spot, kissing at your cervix.

"God, that's it, princess," Jaehyun groans, nose wrinckled as he watched where you were connected, "so good for me. Taking me full like a good girl." An unfiltered moan slipped you at the pet name, and jaehyun was quick to swallow it.

What first was supposed to be an innocent shopping trip for clothes due to the season changing as the weather started getting cooler, you found yourself in the lingerie shop.

You wanted to buy new sets because yours always accidentally and spontaneously get ripped off and torn by a specific goofy boyfriend behind the excuse of 'I can buy you new ones', leaving you in need to buy new ones. You plan to buy and leave for your cozy home and cook a warm, tasty dinner for your man.

But when he spotted a deep blue lace set, he couldn't stop help but imagine how you'd look wrapped up with the beautiful piece, so he asked you to wear it for him while waiting outside your dressing room with raging hormones as if he was 16 all over again.

When you poked your head from behind the curtain and told him it's on, he wasted no time and bolted inside with you and boy if he lost his mind.

He lost count on how many times you managed to strike him with how gorgeous you look. Everything you wear always looks nice on you. Your curves and edges were so tempting. It made keeping his hands off of you the hardest task.

"Oh my fucking God, doll...you'll be the death of me one day, swear to God..." he'll mumbled whenever he sees you wearing any new dress or lingerie, just like you were at that moment.

Feeling hot under his stronge gaze, you stepped back till your bare back hit the wall, "I think I like this one. Can we buy it?" You batted your pretty lashes, playing with your hair as your legs crossed, seeking a brief relief.

You were turned on. No shock. Ever since you started dating jaehyun, there was no dull moment with him. Always sexually active, and now you were also feeling all like a teenager, too, again.

"Can we take it?" He arched a brow slowly, taking his suit jacket off, and your eyes glimmered with anticipation. "I think i won't be able to restrain myself knowing my girl be looking like this, and all for me," In a second, he pinned your wrists above your head and his mouth was on yours, your muffled gasp dying on his lips.

your lips wetly smacking on one anothers, breathing each other's air.. in this moment, it feels as though the world has completely stopped spinning—just the two of you moving.

your head tilts back, body helplessly grinding down to meet his in search of friction, thinking you were subtle but when he chuckled at how desperate you were, you whined. He ruined you, and he loved every moment of that.

Feeling his hands kneading the flesh of your sides, you panted against his mouth when he broke the kiss to bite at your neck.

"Jae, we're in public!" You moaned out but tilted your head to the side anyway to give him more access to kiss your neck, making him grin against your skin.

Feeling your legs buckle when he started sucking bruises against your collarbone, you tugged at his hair roots, and his grunt made you tug harsher.

With one hand in your hair and the other, keeping a tight grip on your hip as he guides you back onto his dick, his name fell like a mantra, your orgasm building up with every harsh thrust againt your g-spot.

His hand sneaks between your legs, finding place on your sensitive clit as he rubs it urgently.

"Holy shit–jae, wait!..I–"

"I'm not far behind you, doll. Go ahead, cum,"

With a raspy moan, you release on his cock, pussy clenching impossibly tight as you do so. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you continue to clench around him.

Jaehyun rodes you out through your high with slow and deep thrusts, "now...be good and help daddy cum" gripping his shoulders, your nails dug into his flush as picked up a brutal and ruthless pace and you indulge him, just as much as he indulges in you.

he knows you love a little bit of pain, so when je wrapped his hand around yoir neck, choking you, your eyes rolled back as your another wave of pleasurable crescendo coursed through your body resulting in a cry of his name and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. with a groan, Jaehyun finishes inside of you, white seed painting your tight walls.

"Oh my god, Jae," you whimper, legs on the verge of giving out. Holding in his arms, hr kept on whispering how good you were for him amongst other praises to ground you after thr mind-blowing sex. "So fucking good." is all you can manage, completely drained.

"Baby, look at what you did to me," he grunt as he he checked the mess you made of him.

With a breathy chuckle, jaehyun gripped your thighs and hips like putty, hard enough to leave a bruise, and you yelped, "jae–wait–"

he rocks into you, urging you to keep moving as he pumps his cum inside your spent hole until you're so overstimulated that your juices are dripping down, coating your thighs and wetting the floor.

Both of you were sensetive as you held to each others sweaty bodies, low panting filling the room. With his arms wrapped around your waist, his warm tongue attaches itself to your skin, swiping along the expanse of your collarbone and chest.

Laying you gently on the L shaped couch, he put his clothes back before bringing some tissue from your purse, "at least one of us is prepared, huh," he chuckled and you pushed at his shoulder with your feet when he kneeled in front of you to clean you, "I can't believe we fucked in a lingerie shop," you sighed, pinching your nose.

"Won't be the worst thing we did," he shrugged, helping you back into your clothes before pulling you back on your feet.

Fixing you hair, he smiled goofingly at you before pecking your nose, "you look so fucked up—" punching his chest, he hissed, caressing the area as he followed you out of the changing room with your purse in his hand.

Once you stepped out, you realized the eyes of the staff on you, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

going to pay for the stuff you picked, jaehyun stood behind you and swapped his credit card before you managed to read the price, making you side-eying him.

"You paid last time???" You glared at him, but he just winked at you before placing the ripped pantie on the counter, making your eyes widen.

"we're also taking the blue lingerie set," the cashier blushed, fumbling with the clothes before handing the bags for jaehyun to hold before thanking her. With an arched brow, you watched her beam with rosy cheeks. What a sight! You tilted your head at her with a dark expression and eyes void of any emotion.

Sensing the change in your aura, she looked away from jaehyun, who was focused on his phone, at you. Seeing the way you were eying her, she flinched, making you step closer to her without blinking and she coward away.

With shaky hand, she gave him his credit card back, but you quickly snatched it from her hand, making her yelp at the force.

Feeling your hand getting engulfed in jaehyuns cold hands, you snapped out of the appelling thoughts swarming your head. "Thanks, sweetie," you gave her a sinister smile that made her shiver before letting jaehyun drag you out with him.

Hearing jaehyun laughing, he drapping his arm around your shoulders, cooing at how you were glaring the whole time you left the shop. "Where you jealous, doll?" He smirked at you, "i had my dick in you just minutes ago, and I'm pretty sure they heard your pretty screams of my name. So there's no need to be jealous."

A scoff left your lips as you tried to hide your blushing face but jaehyun quickly halted, bags sliding down his wrists as his hands squished you cheeks to kiss your pouty lips, "love it when you get jealous. It's so sexy."

"That caus you're mine and hate it when they look at you." You flatly stated. Your voice naked of any emotion, just like your face as you looked him dead in the eyes. If anything, anyone can pick from your tone, It'd be possessiveness.

Jaehyun was startled for a second before giving you a dopey smile. "Yours alone. Always." Only then, slowly, a small smile curled on your lips, satisfied with his answer.

—

Pulling by the curb in front of your house, you unfastened your seat belt and looked at him when he stayed seated. "You're not coming?"

Hearing him sigh, your brows knitted, "Honey," you placed your hand on his forearm, "it's the fourth time this month. Why are you overworking yourself like this?" You calmly asked.

"I know, I know," jaehyun sighed, taking your hand that was caressing his arm and brought it to his mouth to kiss your palm; a habit he does to sooth you whenever he feels you're nervous or stressed or sad.

"Promise I won't take long this time, honey," Seeing the heavy pout on your lips, he leaned in and kissed you repeatedly till you giggled and pushed him away gently.

"Please don't be sad," he cupped your cheeks in his hands, giving you a dimple smile, "I'm not sad.. I just miss spending time with you.." You mumbled. "Plus, I hate staying alone... you know why."

An emotion flashed in his eyes, something akin to distress and guilt, but he quickly shook his head when his phone vibrated in his pocket. A bitter reminder.

Stepping out of the car, he was quick to open your car door for you before you getting the chance to grab the handle. Smiling at the gester, he drapped his arm around your waist as he walked you to your house porch.

"You sure you can't stay for dinner?" Jaehyun smiled, "oh I'm not falling for this," he booped you nose and you playfully rolled your eyes, sighing in defeat.

"Last time you said that, I didn't leave the house for two days."

"You didn't seem bothered. You even begged me to stay with you." You grinned at him, and he let out a deep sounded laugh, his nose crinckling. Gazing softly at him, you felt wild butterflies dance in your tummy at the sight.

Kissing you deeply, he looked you deep in the eyes, "I love you. Go get some sleep. Promis you'll see me first in the morning." He murmured.

Fluttering your eyes open, you leaned back on the door behind you, a grin on your lips, "Look at him. My man." You grinned before cupping your hands around your mouth and shouting back, "i love you too!" Chuckling, he reminded you to be quiet before the neighbors complain again.

Striding to his car, a motorcycle engine cut through the tranquility of the evening, making you look to you left to see your neighbor and childhood friend.

Taking his helmet off, a smile slowly curled on your face when his eyes snapped to yours with a sparkle of glimmere in them.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Hey, John."

As if a switch fliped on, Jaehyun's face morphed from a happy one to a sullen one as his hand curled into a fist above the hood of the car, a flare of jealousy ignited in his core at the way the man was eying you. He knows that look because it's the same one you give him every day. Your best friend had feelings for you.

Jaehyun hated how relaxed you looked around the tall, handsome model. He loathed it.

You only felt safe and comfortable around jaehyun and never opened or talked with anyone but him, so seeing you interact with another man made him self cautious and warry of the male.

Gripping the door handle, jaehyun glared at the man intensity, a tic going in his clenched jaw, "I'll be back soon, my girl. Be a good girl for me."

You waved back at him, smiling before nodding. "Another business trip?"

You sighed, fumbling with your key to open the door, "No, I don't think so. I think just something came up in the office. How about you, johnny?"

Johnny smile widened when you looked back at him, his fatigue suddenly diminishing with one simple smile from you, "just finished another photoshoots. Nothing interesting." You nodded, opening your door but halted once you heard him call your name.

"You know, I was wondering...it's been a while since we hung out together... How about some pizza and a movie?" He leaned on the fence as his hands stabilized him, making his arms flex under his hoodie. Smiling, you shrugged. "Why not? Your house or mine?"

Seeing him jump over the fence, you chuckled, opening the door. "Giod thing that I already ordered some food then." He mumbled as he walked behind you before closing it back.

—

Down the road, inside the police car that was parked in the dark under the trees' shadows, doyoung pulled his Wireless device, eyes focused on jaehyun figure. when he leaned to kiss you, doyoung felt a burning feeling spread in his chest.

Gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white, he felt his jaw ache from how hard he was gritting his teeth as he kept gazing at him.

When jaehyun stepped away from you, doyoung felt he could breathe normally again. Jealousy was indeed a disease, and doyoung was extremely ill. He wanted you. Desired you for a very long time. He wanted you, and he will have you. He just needs to get rid of every man around you. Why did you have to have many suitors around you?

He had no problem with killing those who dared to strike a conversation with you. He enjoyed it, actually. Immensely and would be his pleasure to kill the rich snob who had the luxury of being yours for the longest time.

Doyoung couldn't kill him—he can, but can't at same time—Jaehyun was an important individual. Famous and rich and prominent figures in the society but that didn't stop him before, it's you having feelings for him that made it complicated.

Doyoung knows you better than you know yourself. He knows what you had been through, and he knows you dating jaehyun ain't a play. He saw the way you looked at him, he wasn't dumb, quite the opposite, he was very clever, too clever for his own good and he can't bring himself to bring you harm so he will make jaehyun destroy himself for him. That was his plan. A simp effective plan.

Once the black Mercedes left the curb, doyoung set the car engine to life while glaring daggers at the model who was now chatting with you, "1 down and one to go," he mumbled under his breath and when he saw johnny walking inside your house, he felt his skin burn.

Rubbing his hand down on his face, a laugh bubbled in his throat, "Count your days." He laughed menacingly. Grabbing the wireless device, he started driving discreetly, following jaehyun.

"Jeno, He's coming. Everything should be perfect."

"Gotchu."

"Oh, and jisung,"

"Yes, sergeant!" Another voice blurted.

"Send me Johnny Suh entire profile. His family. His friends. His foot size. His blood type. Everything there to know."

With a grin, he put his focus back on the road, "Time to pull the curtains off."

—

The clicking of the camera was the only thing that jisung kept hearing for the past 30 minutes while he was busy checking the cameras they installed in the house. "Are you done yet? He said some pictures, not a full photo album!" Jisung, the younger patrol officer, hissed into the earpiece.

"Well, he also said 'Get me clear picture', and I'm checking all the angles!" Hissed jeno back, taking another picture, "and beside, she's wearing that red lingerie. Be quite."

Rolling his eyes, the younger kept checking the cameras they installed in the house. He felt wrong for doing this. He knows it's his job to investigate, but this felt wrong and unethical and made zero sense.

"I still don't understand why we're following him. Is this really irrelevant to the case? I mean, yes, he's suspected of embezzlement and all but why we're following him around and snapping pictures of him with this woman—? Wait...are we investigating his infidelity? Cause we know he has another girlfriend.."

Jisung's eyes went wide at his own discovery, and before jeno could respond to his nonsense, doyoung's voice blared through their wireless device, making both officers hyper focused on any new command.

"Jeno, He's coming. Everything should be perfect."

Jeno nodded even though he couldn't see him before running discreetly to their car and getting in the driver seat next to jisung, who was monitoring the cameras and checking the quality of the audio.

"Oh, and jisung,"

The younger nods to his commander's order and starts profiling the name given to him before hearing the line cutting.

"Johnny suh..isn't he jaehyun's girlfriend's best friend?" Jeno hummed. "This what I meant! This whole thing feels weird.. Don't you think that sergeant Kim is hiding something from us?"

Checking his gun, jeno sighed, "I don't know. We were given a mission. We do the mission with no questions asked."

Hearing the engine of the black Maserati, jeno snapped many pictures till jaehyun got inside the apartment. "Okay, we're done for tonight. Let's go."

Swirling your wine, you focused on the movie playing on the TV, slowly chewing on the pizza as the killer chased the girl down the dark corridor.

"This seems fun," you blurted, making johnny hum before titling his head at you, "what?" He asked.

"The idea of chasing someone down to kill them. Look at how happy he looks with blood on his face. It's turning me on."

"Darling... they're acting," Johnny carefully explained. Shrugging, you sipped a little before licking at your lips as you leaned your back against the armrest, now facing the blond.

"And I'm clearly talking about the real-life experience," you pierced your eyes through his skull with an expressionless face. The room was dark, only the light of the TV providing a source of light.

The dim lighting made you look both creepy and attractive as you sipped your wine without breaking eye contact. He has always had a crush on you ever since you both of you used to live in Chicago back in the past when you were teens before the accident that made you suddenly disappear.

Till a year later, the house next to him was bought and he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you. You changed. you weren't the same fragile girl he was familiar with.

Seeing the strong sexy woman you had become, Johnny felt nineteen all over again. He recalled his heart jumping in his chest when you looked at him before taking your shades off and giving him a friendly smile.

But seeing the way you eyed him made his smile falter, and his shoulders sag. You didn't recognize him because you looked at him the way he looked at every stranger he met in the streets.

He took a step towards you, ready to jiggle your memory so you'd remember him but when he heard your shriek when a man dressed in a fancy suit and tinted shades hugged you from behind and lifted you off the ground, his heart sank down.

You didn't just forget him but were taken, and from the way you were smiling? You were so in love. It was too obvious, it ached him.

Weeks passed, and he couldn't help it. Yes, it's normal to forget the faces of people you met in the past, but he was your childhood friend for God's sake! And was your only friend. So why didn't you recognize him?

You didn't recognize Johnny because he did actually change over the years. A lot. He was no longer the same scrawny guy with terrible haircut and acne but a man tall grown man with broad shoulders and strong toned arms.

Your neighbor was nothing less but a god with muscles for days and a defined face structure. He was handsome, attractive, and with an amazing sense of fashion–you could tell.

When you caught sight of a tattoo stretching on his bicep, you quickly averted your eyes back to his face to find his piercing eyes looking at you.

Holding your glasses in your hand, you pushed your hair off your face and eyed him back. It was a laid challenge to see who would break the eye contact first and god forbid you lose. Studying his face and body, you couldn't point out why there was a sense of familiarity.

When you bought the house, you were told not many inhibited the neighborhood for its expensive price, and that appealed to your desire for privacy, so you guessed the blond hot man was rich to afford living in such area.

"Why you're looking at me like that?" You smiled cunningly behind your glass. You know he has a crush on you. You knew all along.

Letting out a deep sigh, Johnny shook his head a little with a small smile on his lips, "You have no idea." Your smile turned smug, and you slowly placed your glass down on the coffee table beside you before slowly crawling to the other end of the couch.

Watching you, Johnny was alert, placing his glass down and flexing his back against the couch to straighten up. Feeling your soft thighs around his hips, his wide eyes shot back into yours. A loud gulp resonated when he caught the way you were eying him; like a prey.

With a happy expression, you found comfort on his lap, your hands going back behind his head, playing with the long blond strands.

"After all these years—" you started, your right hand going from his hair to run your fingers on his jaw before gripping it, making the man in your grasp shocked at your strength, his hands clutching your waist.

"—You still the same, right, Johnny? So devoted to me." You spoke in a hushed note, eying him down with a tilted head and a soft eery smile, making his heart beat loud in his ribcage, johnny knew about you, your past, your family, your history. He had a hunch you were off the rail, but that only made him desire you more. Something about playing with fire despite knowing it might burn him that gave him a thrill, because it was you, and he wanted your everything. Both your pain and love. but deep down, he was also scared of getting burned. He was scared.

"Even after everything I did. Everything I had become. You still like me," you grinned, the light of the TV reflecting on your face, and johnny felt his body run cold. You looked so bare, so real, with no fake smiles and naked of any masks. That was the real you. The one that no one saw, and you only showed it to johnny, and that made him feel special.

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but..." You trailed, your hands resting around his neck while looking him in his eyes. Everyone loved little secrets, and you saw how he leaned in, ready to hear yours. You wanted to laugh at how easily it was to play with him.

You loved that he was into you. And that's all. You can't reciprocate them or understand why he likes someone like you despite him knowing what you are. Unlike jaehyun, who's seeing what you want him to see, Johnny is seeing what you need everyone to see.

People who have experienced toxic love in their childhood will often find search for the same later on in life because it's the only type of love they know. Because a person who's been traumatized wants nothing more than to be loved but because it's so unfamiliar to them, when they get it, they're suspicious of it. And they reject it and test it, and they...punish the person who trying to love them unless they meet somebody who's bad for them.

When they meet somebody who's bad for them and is also toxic, manipulative, and neglectful, or simply is the same as them — toxic like them — this feels familiar. They would be like: "I know how to navigate this person. I'm gonna love you with all my heart."

But somebody who's consistent and honest about their intentions and is genuinely into them in a good way, caring and loving they'll be asking: "What's wrong with you? Why are you loving me? This can't be real. Let me test you. Let me push you away. Let me hurt you. Let me use you."

But the abusive, toxic one is exactly what the doctor ordered, I know exactly what to do with you, so imma love you endlessly.

You're no different, so johnny having feelings for you made zero sense to you. You can understand what he's feeling but can not understand why.

"I'm not as I seem to be. The successful, charming, and joyful designer. Dating one of the country's most eligible bachelors and having the perfect life with perfect job and partner. You see, Johnny, I do like this, this life, because both you and I know full well the life of the poor and the mistreatment. We went through with it and have seen things others won't have survived, unlike you.. You survived and well... I didn't"

"You mean," Johnny leaned his head back because you were getting too close, and he wasn't sure if he could hold himself, "your mother? The ten years ago incident?" He carefully added.

Examining your face, Johnny slowly placed you down on the couch next to him when you suddenly disconnected from the world. Your eyes were focused on a spot on the wall as you let his words sink in. Your mother.

Staring blankly at the TV, slowly, a smile curled on your lips, portraying the exact same killer you just saw in the movie.

"Oh...my sweet, sweet mother. May she rest in peace." You looked down at you socks-clad feet, a chuckle living your lips, "the author of everything I am." You finished.

Feeling a hand rubbibg your back, you looked at your left to see johnny looking at you with a neutral expression. "You see, Johnny. I have no empathy. I realized I had none after not feeling any remorse or sadness or even..any ounce of care... you know...for what have happened to my mother."

You leaned back your head against the backrest, staring at the ceiling, "I remember vividly her laying in a pool of her own blood. I remember how she looked at me with pleading eyes to help her—to do something, but I did nothing but stare.

Dad stabbed her with scissors in a fit of rage. He was drunk, and they got in a fight —That's all they had been doing for years — argue.

Father clearly got fed up with all her nagging and ranting, and the scissors were there... laying next to him on the table, and yeah... he stabbed her... right in the chest. " You pursed your lips, recalling the story.

"When a gasped left her lips and soon blood, only then it sank up in him, and suddenly he's sobered. He stabbed his wife, whom he loved and married. Obviously, he freaked out and ran out of the house like a coward." You scoffed.

"And you? How about you?"

Looking at him from the corner of your eyes, you looked back at the high ceiling. "Me? Oh, I was there. Standing by the living room doorway, watching how my mother fell to her knees before collapsing in a pool of her blood.

I was fifteen, and I know a dying person when I see one. When she looked up at me, I saw her lips move, but there was no noise escaping her, but panting and gurgling noises as she was choking on her blood.

I stood by and watched till she stopped moving before I walked to her and stood above her dead corpse. I leaned and placed my palm on her cheek before sighing. I grabbed a bag, filled it with my clothes, and my father's saved money and left.

Leaving all that behind me was the best thing I did. A person with no past, no family, no name. Isn't that what freedom is?" You smiled at your friend.

"No family? Wait," Johnny blurted, "how about your dad?? Isn't he still alive?" Seeing your smirk, he arched a brow at you, "what did you do to him?"

"Oh, him? Nothing," a grin curled on your lips. "Nothing he didn't deserve." You winked. Running your fingers up and down your throat, you toyed with your earrings.

"Actually, a year ago, I actually found him! Can you believe that? I was driving back home from jaehyun's house, and I saw him crossing the road. I checked for any cameras and witness before pressing on gas and voila! I unalived him." You shrugged, "it was the easiest murder. Felt no thrill...well, that's a lie. I did feel something when I crushed him. Satisfaction."

Running his hands over his face, Johnny leaned his head on his hands and mumbled something you didn't hear. Looking at the clock, you realized it was already past midnight, "I think it's time for you to leave."

Looking at you, Johnny pouted, "No, i wanna stay~~" A sudden gasp left him, "Are you...by any chance expecting someone else?" He eyed with a faked shocked face, "I kept telling you he's not good enough for you and you're wasting your time and energy while I'm right here," he tsked, "what a waste of good looks and charm."

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him off. It wasn't the first time he had joked about this. He always brings up the topic of how you should drop your boyfriend and date him instead, your best friend who knows you better than anyone. You always answer him the same, "Good night, johnny."

Sighing, he grabbed his jacket and let you push him. Reaching the door, he grabbed your shoulder to make you face him. You arched a brow at him as he kept staring in your eyes and back at your lips, making you subconsciously lick your lips.

Feeling his hand slid up to cup your cheek, his other hand ran through your hair before dropping at the back of your neck. You could feel him lightly squeezing your neck, making a shiver run down your spine. "I really shouldn't do this, but forgive me, i can't hold myself," he whispered before leaning down

leaning making you stand on your toes and kissed you, a shocked gasp left you throat at the gentle carass of his lips on yours. Pulling away, Johnny brushed your hair and smiled softly at you. cupping your cheeks in his warm hands, he made you focus on what he has to say because he felt of he don't tell you how ur feels, he may die.

"This may seem selfish but...i think i love you and i think I've always did. I just didn't realize sooner," taking a deep breath, he felt his heart about to burst and you eying him with your pretty eyes, wordlessly, made his hand sweat against your cheek.

Your brows furrowed. Love? You knew he liked you, not loved you...you felt mad. How dare he?? You questioned in your head. I thought he was my friend, how could he?!

Seeing your face expressions morphine into a frown, he quickly added, "When I say, love you, it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your past self and I've seen your kindness that no onr saw."

You felt your chest tighten. This feels wrong. This is wrong. This is bad. No, no, no!!! Despite your internal voices screaming at you to silence him, he clearly didn't pick at the shift in the mood as he kept talking and with his calm voice spilling warm words, it burned your heart, made your body shake with rage. You can't understand what he's feeling.

"—I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. No matter what you did in the past. No matter what you do in your present. Know that I'll always love you and would never turn my back on you. Have sweet dreams, my sweet psycho." Feeling him pecking your forehead, a breath left you as he stepped back, Winking at you before opening the door and leaving.

you knew you won't sleep. The voices were screaming at you to kill him as well but you didn't want to but you also knew you won't rest with the blaring voices in your head.

Stumbling to your room, you hysterically searched for your pills in the barhroom's cabinet that you stored for situations like this.

Ever since you met Jaehyun, you stopped taking them because with him, you be at peace and can sleep with no nightmares when he's by your side, but now he isn't with you. You're alone. You're alone and you want them to shut up.

Grapping a handful of pills, you shoved them in your moth before chugging a full glass of water.

Taking fast and shallow breaths, you lifted your head, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You hated her. This version of you. You can't stand her. And you couldn't recognize her.

grabbing the marble soap dish, you clutched it in your hand before crashing it in the mirror, making endless shattered pieces fly around, but none hit you.

"I can't stand my reflection..." Looking at the mess you made, you dropped to pick the broken glass as fast as you can before you get any new idea and end up hurting yourself.

Parking his car, jaehyun stepped out and used his spare key to open the door. The house was dark and quiet; a sense of safety settled in him. He was tired as he dragged his body down the corridor with a pale and expressionless face. There was just so much weight on his shoulder, so heavy it almost brought him down to his knees.

Rubbing his eyes, he maneuvered around your house in the darkness, trying not to stumble on your many decorations and art pieces.

Reaching your bedroom, he pushed the door carefully to not make any creak noises that might disturb you.

Once entering the darkness of your bedroom and getting wrapped by your scent, he felt his tense body relax and his muscles to unwind. Taking a deep breath, he let a soft sigh as he leaned on the door with closed eyes. The room smelled just like. cozy as he took his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt.

Taking his clothes off, He silently moved towards the bed before sitting down next to your feet, a broken smile on his lips. "She'll never be you," he whispered, hand stroking your thigh, "would never be as perfect as you," he laid beside you before bringing your warm and soft body closer to his and kissing your shoulder, "would never make me feel the way you do." Wrapping his arms around your stomech, he nuzzled into your nape, inhaling your calming scent before releasing a staggered breath, a choked sob bubbled in his throat but he quickly pressed his lips shut to your skin to not wake you up.

Steering in your sleep, jaehyun quickly kissed your cheek, "I'm here, I'm here," he whispered, voice airy.

It was the guilt. The guilt was eating him whole. He felt dirty for what he did. He felt unworthy of you for what he did. For what he had been doing. Holding you tight, he feared your leaving. The thought of you leaving him made his heart clench in his chest.

Imagine walking on thin ice. It's slippery and unsteady, and with every step you take, you can't be sure if it will hold your weight. Every moment, you're aware that the ice could crack at any moment, and you could fall and freeze in the frozen water below.

That's how jaehyun was feeling for a while; the thought of losing someone you love so much, losing you scared him a lot. Every interaction with you is like a needle sinking deep into his heart.

Every wrong word or gesture can cause him to lose you forever. The constant pressure of feeling like he's on the edge of disaster made it hard to focus on anything else.

Hovering above you, he admired your serene face and soft breaths. Stroking your cheek, he smiled down at you, "I'm so so sorry." He mumbled, his chest felt heavy. His heart hurts in his chest. He barely managed to get his words out as his throat logged up with a thick lump. feeling his lashed to clamp together with unshed tears, he rubbed his eyes and blinked to get to see you clearly. "I'm really sorry."

You had turned to on your side and almost still fully covered with the blanket, but he still took his time studying you. Your features were so soft, all your muscles relaxed, and your heartbeat is steady and serene.

Taking his shorts off, He pulled his semi-hard cock and started stroking himself slowly, hissing at the touch, while he reached for the covers with his free hand and with a gentle pull, jaehyun revealed your bare skin inch by inch.

You had made it easy for him, going to bed naked and wet.

Seeing the clear skin of your neck made him want to leave dark bruises all over it.

He ran his cold fingers over it. Going down to your right breast. He grasped it in His hands, squeezing it a little. Thinking about licking and biting it at the bud. You are still deep asleep. Your meds knocked you out cold.

"Oh, doll... you're gonna be the death of me,"

One knee on both sides of your thighs, he lowered himself, the tip of his tongue grazed over the length of your inner thigh, making you stir a little. A breath leaving your lips.

"I know, it's cold," he said, licking his lips relishing in your taste for a moment before he pushed himself up to your ear.

"Can't never get enough of you...making me always come back...so addicted to you," feeling his lips kissing along the column of your neck, you turned your head to the side to give him more space, it was a subconscious move and that made him grin, "that's my girl."

Sitting back on his calves, he smoothed one hand over the curve of your hip, enjoying the warmth of your bed-warm skin against his.

When his eager hands reached the meat of your ass, he stilled to gently squeeze you, coaxing a soft, low noise from your lips, making his cock twitch angrily. He wrapped a warmed hand around it and squeezed, oh so desperate to be engulfed in you.

"Damn,"he moaned. "Always so good.."

he couldn't bite back the growl rising in his throat when he finally sat between your thighs.

"Beautiful," he muttered. "So fucking beautiful."

He lowered himself to his stomach. jaehyun ached to taste you and make you feel good, but his tongue was still too cold, but his fingers weren't.

Averting his face from your pussy, he pressed his open mouth to your thigh. hot skin against his mouth as he licked and sucked and kissed your legs while his thumb found your clit and drew soft circles around it.

You sighed, hips stuttering, and jaehyun wasted no time as he made a few circles around your clit with his tongue, earning moans from you, before slipping a finger in.

You were so wet for him, His head whirled, making his cock twitch against his thigh.

He moaned, and you mewled when he finally sucked one of your swollen lips into his mouth, your hips bucked involuntarily.

"You taste so fucking good," he almost whined and exchanged his fingers with his tongue. "All of you, just all of you... so fucking sweet and all mine," he mumbled into your folds, curling and pumping his two fingers inside you where your pulse beat fast against the pads of his fingers. He could feel you tense around them as he curled them and hit the spot you love oh so much.

"J-jaehyun..?" You moaned, slowly waking up, eyes still closed as your chest heaved. "Shh, shh baby, let me take care of you, my doll. Let me show you how much I missed you."

He moved them faster and faster, holding your thigh down with the hand not in use. He slurped and groaned into your pussy desperately, a vibration of pleasure traveling through your body making you gasp.

Feeling you tug at his hair and grinding down on his face, his moaned muffled against your clit. He was so desperate to make you cum, he needed it so badly.

"J-jae..I—" you felt disoriented at first before succumbing to him.

A hard suck to your clit has you moaning out loudly, back arching off in pleasure. Jaehyun wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still while he continues his ruthless ministrations on your pussy.

Jaehyun gazes up at you through hooded eyes between your thighs. you can feel him smirk against your cunt as he devours you, listening to your pleas. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, still pulling at his locks roughly.

he's more than practiced at making you fall apart and making you cry and scream his name, "baby, you're so good for me, so damn good. Waking me up like this, i—" You gasped, "i—shit."

his wet lips closes around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly as his eyes focuses on the expressions you are making, taking in each of. them in and memorising what makes you feel good.

He pushed his face deeper against your pussy, desperate to taste you. He needed that so bad.

"i need to taste you so bad, doll— fuck," The longer he fingered you, the more frantic he became, fingers disappearing in and out of you hurriedly. You can tell he was enjoying this just as much as you were with his heavy breathing and the way he slightly grinds against the mattress beneath him to relieve himself.

Fucking his tongue inside of you with three fingers stretching you out, hitting your G-spot repeatedly, you can't help but scream his name and arch your back for more.

you bite your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you desperately hump jaehyun's fingers, his wet tongue, and his pretty face; searching for your release.

with every breath you take, soft whimpers, and 'oh my god's' leave your lips, jaehyun whimpered.

"You gonna come for me, doll?"

you nod vigorously, lust practically plastered in your eyes as his fingers and tongue begin to match the pace of your rocking hips.

"J-jae.." You whimper as you twitch, moaning as he leaves bite marks alongside your inner thighs. "god, i'm gonna—fuck!"

you sob when you feel his breath against your core again, "let it go, baby," he growls as he sucks and licks your clit with a moderate amount of pressure. "cum for me. my girl, you've been so good for me,"

You cried out, thighs going to shut around him head, but he used his elbows to keep them wide open.

he smirks when he sees tears sliding down your cheeks, "You're so so so beautiful when you cry for me, baby..."

With a final suck on your clit and pump of his slim fingers you were gone. Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream. Your back arched with pleasure, hips stuttering as you came on jaehyun's tongues.

Jaehyun groans when he finally gets an actual taste and with one taste, he's hooked, tongue going from kitten licks to sinking his tongue deep inside your swollen cunt, a hand grasping your thigh open while his other hand makes its way to your sweet bundle of nerves, rotating your clit in slow circles, sending shocks down where Jaehyun's situated, drenching his mouth with your sweet juices, dripping down his chin, and the sounds you make, calling out to his name with that airy high pitched tone that only he gets to hear.

he laps up your spill of juices dutifully, cleaning up every last drop as you come down from your high. "Sweetest thing I've tasted... can live on this alone."

"Oh? you thought i was done?" You chuckled, "No, no, baby, you can take one more for me, right?"

"Let me catch my breath first, lover boy."

—

"That's it..."

Jaehyun hissed as he fucked into you slowly, letting you feeling every inch of him as he stretched you, praising you at how good you're taking him. The soft sunshine shyly seeped through the clouded sky and poured into the bedroom, bathing your flushed and sweaty skin as you held the headboard for dear God, your legs slowly giving up on you.

Your lover's strong arm draped on your waist, pulling you in closer, taking him deeper than before, making you feel how desperate he was for you. Sex was always important for both of you, and jaehyun loved how you matched his high drive, but in days like this, where he's not fucking you hard and fast and basically fucking the light out of you till your kicking him away, it gives you an idea on his mood.

He's stressed. Something is bothering him, and he won't tell you despite your insistence.

Taking everything so slow with no rush to reach your orgasm. Basking in each other's scent. Lazy kisses. Whispered praises fell off his tongue like it was a song only he knew the words to.

Brushing his lips against the warm skin of your neck as he rocks into you faster. Moans were bouncing off of the room walls. Feeling the orgasm you ached for so bad aprouching, you arched your back, face falling into the silky pillows, muffling your moans as you gripped the sheets beside you as you were left breathless laying there basking in pleasure, taking whatever he gave you.

In the mornings like this, Jaehyun never lets you do any of the work. You are his queen, his one and only. He knew you were close from the begs and pleads, even the way your legs were shaking.

Flipping you on your back, his mouth quickly was on yours in a gentle kiss, made your head hazy at how gentle he was with you. Dragging his lips up your neck to your ear, he groaned, "I'll always have you, baby. Cum for me."

Helping you ride your high, a few sloppy strokes before you felt his hot load paint your walls white.

Pulling out slowly, both of you hissed at the emptiness. Seeing you pouting at the, he chuckled before cleaning you up. Running his fingers on your face, he smiled down at you, "I love you."

Jaehyun took it upon himself to always remind you that he's in love with you, but this time, his words carried a vulnerability that stirred the same swirl of emotions he was feeling within you. You didn't even need to say it back. The look in your eyes was all he needed for reassurance.

The next thing you knew, his lips were meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. The connection between you two was like a magnetic force, drawing you closer to each other. Giggling into the kiss, a stupid grin split his face in half, his nose wrinkling.

After silent minutes, you pushed him gently off of you to go shower. "You don't have any work today, right? Let me spoil you," he murmured, trailing behind you like a lost puppy to the bathroom.

"Oh, Jung Jaehyun, you know I'm a busy woman," his whine suddenly went quiet, and you had a guess why. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him feel the cracks in the mirror.

"What happened?" He asked, worried, making you mumble something under your breath. "Nothing happened. It was an accident. I already asked someone to come fix it, and yes, I'm fine, so don't worry."

Seeing him eying the bathroom floor and inspecting for any other damages, you rolled your eyes. Always so persisting.

"My schedule for today is clear. As far as what jungwoo told me," You changed the subject, and you saw him turning away from the sink.

"Hm..jungwoo...your secretary, right?"

Smiling, you dibbed in the water, sighing as the warm water engulfed your sore muscles. "Go do some papers, jae," you waved at him, and he rolled his eyes.

"I do have some papers to finish, actually. You rest and I'll prepare your breakfast."

Ascending the stairs, you slowly padded to the kitchen when you saw your boyfriend's bare back with red scratches, making a smirk curl slowly on your face.

Walking towards him, he smiled when you wrapped your arms around his waist. "You're up," you hummed, nuzzling into his back, "it's mid-day...why didn't you wake me up? I overslept..."

"You looked so peaceful, so I let you." Looking over his shoulder to see what he's doing, you arched a brow.

"Why are you cutting... fruits?"

"...uh for your breakfast?"

"Honey, it's 12:27 in the morning. I think we're past breakfast time," Taking a glass, he poured you some wine, "have some wine, honey," grabbing the glass frol his hand, you laughed as he carried the last bowl to place on the table and held your other hand with his free one before dragging towards the round table near the window that overlooks the back garden.

Sipping his coffee, jaehyun eyed you with tight lips, "why there was 2 dirty glasses when I came home this morning? Did you hang out with your friends or something last njght?"

Munching on a peach, you sipped your wine, "no one was here last night. I was all alone." You lied through your teeth, face calm of any reactions, "plus, you know I sometimes use 2 glasses, I mean, you once found me eating from 2 plates." You shrugged, "I think you were really tired you forgot."

Jaehyun hummed, "Yeah, I think you're right." You smiled. "By the way, I just got a text saying there's some work I need to check in the studio. Would you be here when I come back?"

A loud whine had you giggling, "You said you'll be mine all day," Taking a deep chug, you stood up and walked to your pouty boyfriend, "I did, but! It won't take long," you kissed his cheek and dimple before you kissed his wine-stained lips, humming at the wine you tasted.

"Can I drive you there?" He shouted as you headed upstairs, "No, you rest here. I won't take long."

Drumming your fingers on the steering wheel, you enjoyed the song playing on the radio. You were in a good mood. You woke up in an amazing way, the memory making you smile coyly.

Hearing your phone ring, you checked the ID, and your mood changed. Tossing the phone to the passenger seat, you rolled your eyes. Minutes later, he called again and again and again, and you had it with him.

Hearing your phone chimes with a notification, you checked, knowing he has texted you.

Johnny: please don't do this.

Johnny: I really do regret what I did, and I'm sorry, but let me talk with you. Don't do this.

Johnny: I came to your house but no one was there.

Delivered

Leaning your elbow on the car door handle, you sighed after turning your phone off and mindlessly played with your hair. Hearing the police siren, you looked at your side mirror before pulling over as instructed.

Rolling your window down, you waited for the officer to appear by your side. You didn't rush and do anything wrong. You're sure your lights were fine and you had your seat belt on, do why you're getting pulled over?

When the officer stood next to your door, you took your shades off, "how can I help you officer....?"

Studying his face, you felt a sense of Deja vu. You know him. You saw him many times in many places. Ah,... interesting. He's stalking me. How adorable. You had a hunch you knew him from somewhere, not from your recent encounters but from way back then. Like johnny? You wondered.

"Miss?" Doyoung called again and you snapped your eyes at him, "yes?"

"I was saying we need your attendance in the police station. We'd like to ask you few questions."

Pursing your lips, you squinted your eyes at him. Where did you see him before? You can't remember half your childhood due to your many traumas. Everything was a blur mess, and whenever you try to think back to your past, you get nothing but a terrible headache. As if your brain was telling you you're looking for something that doesn't exist. A memory that never happened, but you're sure you knew him from somewhere.

Nodding, you followed him to the police station.

Doyoung felt his heart about the jump out of his chest. This was the closest he ever got to you, and he couldn't believe your beauty. She's prettier than a person. Those pictures did her no justice. Of course, such beauty couldn't be captured by cameras. Biting his lip to suppress his grin, he couldn't wait to have you.

—

Crossing your legs, you leaned in the chair in his office, your nails drumming on the wooden desk as you waited for him to speak.

"I'm tad busy, officer. Td be glad if you went straight to the point," you forced a smile.

Anyone with eyes would notice how doyoung was eying with heart-shaped eyes. He didn't stop smiling ever since you entered with him.

"Yes," he cleared his throat, "we want you to answer a few questions about your boyfriend, Jung Jaehyun."

Hearing the name of your lover, you leaned in, intrigued, and slightly worried. Seeing the way your chest was pressed near the edge of the desk, nearly spilling from your dress low cut, doyoung slammed his knee on the edge of the desk to distract himself from you and focus.

"You okay?" You asked when you heard the thud, "I'm fine." Gulping down the drool in his mouth, he sat straight, fixing his light blue uniform.

"We think he's embezzling money from the company. We can't share any further information as it's an ongoing investigation."

Arching a brow, a scoffed laugh resonated. "Really? Embezzlement? Really?" Running your hand through your hair, you scoffed.

Grining, doyoung leaned on his elbows on the desk, a faint smirk on his lips behind his interwinded fingers, "Didn't he spend any extravagant sums lately with no apparent reason?" He tilted his head, watching your face as you thought about his question. Doyoung knew he could watch you all his life and won't get bored. Doing nothing but catching his attention. It was bad for him.

"Well," you started, a playful smile on your lips that had doyoung's cock to twitch, "l don't know about your salary or your view on extravagant sums but he spent the regular; bout 2 house in London and 3 racing care and that's not above the budget," shrugging your shoulders, you smirked at him.

" i see.." she doesn't know about his spending. Thought she'd be in control of the Financials.

"If this is everything, I guess I'm leaving," Standing up, you put your coat on your shoulders. Putting your shades on, you gave him one last forced smile before leaving.

Letting out a breath, doyoung checked his pants to see an obvious bulge. Laughing, he leaned in his chair and threw his head back. Facing the ceiling, he smiled dreamingly, "I'm madly in love with you."

Sighing, he pulled an envelope from his drawer, "Time to play my cards." Grabbing w paper and his phone call, he called a flower shop.

—

Groaning, you felt your hand burn from the number of sketches you did, and with jungwoo talking your ear off about some last-minute adjustments, you felt your head about to explode.

Finishing your renderings and graphics to showcase to your designs for the upcoming meeting, you sighed, stretching your back.

"What do I have next?" You asked jungwoo, checking your wristwatch, "3 pm..hmm,"

"Well," he checked his tablet, a small pout on his lips, " all you have left is to coordinate with vendors and suppliers to ensure that materials and products needed for your designs will be delivered on time and of high quality."

"Can't you do that? I wanna go home," you whined, dropping your head on your desk among the many sheets and fabric materials.

"Pass," he rejected you casually and calmly, which made you laugh, the sound muffled by the papers around your face, "Oh, I remembered! You got a delivery, someone sent you flowers!"

Lifting your head, you eyed him with a puzzled look, "i did?"

Seeing him walk back inside your office with a colorful bouquet, you gently grabbed it from his hands,"Did it come with a letter?" You asked, inspecting the choice of flowers.

"Yes and an envelope." Jungwoo handed them to you, "Okay, you may leave now."

Inhaling their scent, you smiled a little. You loved flowers, but you didn't love this specific rearrangement. The sender clearly had an idea of the symbols of flowers.

"White, yellow, orange and red flowers..whute Liles and gardenia: beauty and love," you recalled the meaning of the flowers in your hand as you delicatly touched the white petals.

"and then they sent yellow daffodils and orange marigolds. unrivaled love and jealousy?" You arched a brow, intrigued.

Two flowers left. 4 yellows flowers 3 red flowers."' An unsettling feeling churned in your stomech, "yellow rose infidelity. geranium..stupidity." Your brows furrowed. Your tongue prodding at your cheek, "this is stupid. Where's the letter?!"

With a scowl, you unfolded the letter, and you were met with neat handwriting.

"I know I don't need to explain what these flowers mean, but when I saw the lilies, I couldn't help but think of you, thus, the gardenia and daffodils. Daffodils might seem exaggerated, but their not. Trust me on that and those small marigolds? Wish jealous was as pretty and delicate, but we both know it's not. Jealousy is a burning rage, just like those orange petals. But as beautiful as you are, my love, you don't know everything, hence, the geraniums. Love makes us stupid. I know. Now, you might not understand why i sent the yellow roses, but I hope what's in the envelope enlighten you. Your rich boyfriend isn't naive as you perceive him. Maybe beside the 2 houses and yacht, he spent his money on another girlfriend? I don't know, I' let you decide.

K.DY."

Tearing the letter, you hastily opened the envelope. Tearing the envelope with hard and fast motion, you lifted a brow, ready to see what's inside.

As you opened the envelope, your mind took long three seconds to register the sight. Photos. Clear HD photos of jaehyun holding and kissing a woman that's not you.

You felt your heart sink as you eyed the pictures in your hand. Some slipped down as your grasp around them weakened.

You were so shocked you started laughing checking all their images captured on film, "oh wow," you whispered. "This wasn't a one-time thing.. Oh wow." A flash of anger and hurt shot through you as the realization of your beloved's betrayal hit you.

You let out a loud, bitter laugh, holding the images tightly in you grasp, before throwing them to the ground and crushing them with your heel as you stood up.

Looking down at the flowers, you tore them apart before slamming them against the wall, still laughing.

Throwing your head back, your hand went through your hair, "I'm gonna kill him," you raved, grining ear to ear.

When jungwoo heard many crashing noises in your office, he rushed inside to check on you but got pushed by your beeline figure. He grunted as his back hit the wall behind before he could catch you. He saw your car race down the road.

Pressing on the gas pedal, the car sped down the road, taking turns with aggressive motions.

Recalling the photos, you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears and you quickly and aggressively rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, smudging your makeup in your wake, "i won't cry because of him."

Pressing more on the gas pedal, the sound of the car's engine seemed to grow louder in response to your frustration. Your hands were firmly gripping the steering wheel.

Seeing a car suddenly halt in the middle of the road ahead of you, you cussed at you pressed breaks, pulling the steering wheel. The tires squealed against the pavement, leaving black, smoking marks on the asphalt.

When the car continued to drift, you desperately tried to regain control of the vehicle before hitting the stopped car. Your hands clenched the steering wheel, and your knuckles grew white with the force of their grip. The sound of the tires skidding on the pavement was deafening, and the smoke from the tires filled the air.

When the car finally stopped, you let out the breath you were holding. Scratch that. You were panting as you leaned back in your seat with closed eyes, resting your head at the head rest, trying to catch your breath and stabilize your heartbeats.

Hearing someone knocking on your window, you opened your eyes and peeked at your side. Seeing his face, you pushed your door open, not caring if you hit him.

"You're fucking crazy, you know that!? Like why would you do that!? Huh?! Why?!" Punching and pushing at his chest, doyoung kept giving you his dopey smile, which infuriated you. You hated his stupid gummy smile.

Grabbing your hand, he sighed, "You were racing, and I didn't know how to stop you." He brought your hand and put it on his heart. You could feel how loud and fast his heart was beating against your hand.

"I was so damn scared something might happen to you because of me. I was terrified." Feeling him kiss your palm, you yanked your hand away, a loud scoff leaving you.

"God... You were beautiful in the photos I took, but you're absolutely fucking perfect in my arms like this." Doyoung mumbled, tucking your hair behind your ear making you shudder but you didn't stop him.

"How delusional can you get? First, a stalker, now this?" You grabbed his wrist and pushed his arm away, but he didn't budge. Instead, he grabbed at your wrist instead with iron grip.

"Stalking" is such a strong word I prefer "Intense Research of an Individual" with smooth voice, he said, eying you with raw adoration, "plus, it's my job. To investigate." He winked at you, "you're running out of milk by the way,"

"This is a waste of my time. Move away!" You pushed him off, frustrated that he was making you feel things, "Why did you send me those photos?" Pushing his hand that lingered on your cheek, you glared at him.

As if something clicked in him, his smile dropped, and his face locked in dark gaze. With a fast move, he garbed both your arms and slammed you against your car. His whole demeanor changed, which made you secretly smile, "i did this out of love, I'm doing this out of love!! If anything ever happens to you, I'll fucking kill myself, you hear me?!"

Hearing that, you smiled before scoffing a laugh, "Do you really think I'll fall for such words? Anyone can die for anyone. Why on earth would your death phaze me? Id see you shoot yourself here, right now, and i won't give a damn. I think you flattered yourself a bit too much." You smirkrd, caressing his face before harshly gripping his jaw and bringing his face closer to yours, "For all I know, those pictures you sent me may be fake. You want me so bad, you'll do anything to get me, won't you?" You whispered, looking at his eyes and lips, trying to read his face but his eyes looked dead, nothing in them.

He made no reaction to you holding his face or tried to prey your hand off, He just tilted his head in your hold. you couldn't understand his expressions. You couldn't read him or know what he's thinking or what he'll do next. He was unpredictable, and you loved that. You enjoyed him keeping you at your toes. You were so entertained, you nearly forgot why you were mad.

Grabbing his phone, he shoved it in your face, a map with red dot sparkling. "See this?? It's your fucking boyfriend at his slut's house. I put a GPS tracker in his car. When you left the house at 12:51, at 15:38, he got a text and went to her. Now it's 15:45. If we hurry, we'd catch them. Get in the car," he grabbed your hand off of his face and dragged you towards his car before making get inside and started the engine, "how about my car?" You asked flatly, "I'll make someone take it to your house, don't worry."

Leaning towards you, he fasted your seat belt. "My purse," you muttered, and he smiled before going back to your car to get it, bringing your coat as well.

The whole ride felt suffocating and awkward, and you felt it dragged for an hour when, in fact, it was only 4 minutes.

He kept ahold of your hand in his while driving with the other. When you tried to pull it away, he heavily pouted, "Please let me hold it. promise I won't do anything else but to hold your hand."

Sighing, you ignored the way his face lit up when you muttered a faint 'fine' and chose to look out of the window instead fir the rest of the ride.

After defeating silence, you turned your head to look at him to find him already looking at you, which, for reasons you didn't know, your heart fluttered in your chest making you eye him with furrowed brows before shaking your head and ignoring it.

He hummed, waiting for you to speak, "so..uh..how to ask this... how did this...infatuation of yours with me start?"

Taking a turn, you recognized the neighborhood. You went with him there to buy a house. He told you it was for business. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. No longer fuming with rage but disappointed.

"You really don't recognize me? I think I changed a little but not like johnny. No?" Tilting your head, you squinted your eyes at him, "why I'm not shocked you know him too. But no, I do remember your face, but I can't remember from where. I can't remember half my childhood if you knew me from that way back." You shrugging, watching the many houses lining up in the back.

"We used to live in the same neighborhood. You were thirteen when you stood up for me. A boy was bullying me, and you pushed him to the road. A truck hit him, and he died right there. The truck didn't stop and ran away, and I remember you telling me to dispose of him in the river. We made a pinky promis to never tell anyone about our little secret." Hooking his pinky finger with yours, he brought his other hands to make a shush motion, making you chuckle.

Looking down at your interlocked fingers, a small smile curled on your lips, your brows pulled together in astonishment. You remembered him when he pulled that car stunt, but you're not going to tell him. You still couldn't remember the incident clearly, but that sounded like a thing you did. "Thirteen you said?... I remember I moved a lot by that age."

"Yeah, next morning I didn't find you. Years later, I found you, but the cops were around your house. I felt happy; happy that you didn't change. Blood and death surrounding you wherever you go. I wanted to reach out to you when I found you three years ago, but you looked happy with your newfound freedom. You looked the happiest freed from your past, so I let you. Until you killed your father and I had to interfere. You must stop killing people and leaving them by the sidewalks. That's irresponsible."

Hearing him, you couldn't help but laugh at his scolding. "I never thought I'd be getting such advice from a cop. Don't worry, sir. Next time, I'll do it right."

"We're here." Parking by the corner, you stepped out of the car with an umbrella to shield you from the rain. Doyoung stayed in the car per your request. It was a thing you had to face alone, but he made sure you knew that he'd jump in if he saw it necessary.

Taking steady strides, you stopped by a tree before putting your shades back on to hide your face, your umbrella shielding half your face as well, but you put your glasses on for good measures.

Seeing his car park by a nearby gate, you saw a door pulled open, and a girl with a white shirt and basketball shorts stride towards him before throwing herself in his arms.

You didn't know what you expected. For him to push her back? For this to be fake? For doyoung to be wrong? For this to be a huge misunderstanding? You expected many things, but none of them were your beloved catching her in his arms and kissing her out in public.

Something died in you. Seeing that with your own eyes, a big crake tore your heart in two. You never felt such pain before. It was overwhelming. You felt a deep pang of pain and hurt as you witnessed the sight of your so called your man with another woman.

The pain was so intense, so gut-wrenching, that it took yout breath away. It left you feeling like you're falling apart, like you were crumbling from the inside out. Seeing them walk inside, laughing and chatting, you looked down at your heels, smiling, before lifting your head and looking at the house memorizing it.

Turning on your heel, your grip around the umbrella loosened. You felt hollow. The whole world felt quiet, but it was you so cut out of the world. All sounds were muted. Only you, your thumbing heart, and your voices.

Oh, the voices... they were mocking you for falling in love with a man like jaehyun. A man you knew was too good for you and was prone to leave you for someone younger and prettier.

The voices chanted one word. Kept on screaming it in your head. Tone was getting more aggressive and intense, but your facial expression remains neutral, no sign that there was a war in your head.

Walking to the car, you didn't hear the squelches of your shoe against the wet pavement, only what your demons desired, only what they were begging you to do. Only there whispers in your ears. Only their shouts in your mind.

To kill your cheating ex.

Doyoung stood by the car waiting for you. He watched you silently. He knew you'd want no one to talk with you, so he kept quiet the whole way back to your house. It pained him.

"I will take all the pain if it means you'll smile."

He wanted to tell you that, but didn't, he wanted to say many things but he didn't. He hated it. He hated jaehyun for what he did to you. He hated him to his guts. He wanted him gone for a long time, and now was the perfect chance, but he knew it wasn't his for the taking. It was yours.

"That...girl. you want her dead?" Doyoung softly whispered, "I can get rid of her for you if you want."

Grabbing your purse from the backseat, you glanced at him. He was giving you his best puppy eyes, but yours were dead. You were numb. "I can manage myself." You replied flatly. "Plus, it's not your problem, it's mine."

"Baby, killing for you is my favorite hobby." Grabbing your hand, he kissed your knuckles one by one, "if you need my help, just call me. I have your number, I'll text you mine."

Nodding your head, you left. There was no emotion left within you. You're back at the age of fifteen. Void of any life. Back at square one.

Throwing your coat at the coach, you halted by the way to the kitchen when you saw a red rose next to the pancakes he made you for breakfast.

Striding towards the table, you grabbed the plate and smashed it to the wall before grabbing your phone.

I'm back home, where are you?

Jae: oh, a sudden meeting. I'll be back before dinner ;)

Jae: I love you!

Delivered

Putting your phone down, you went to your bedroom. The closet. The vanity. The bed. The photo frames. The corners of the room. His clothes. His perfumes. His watches. His rings. Everything reminded you of him.

Sitting on your bed. You finally took a deep breath.

You hadn't cried in a long time, longer than you could remember. But now, all your suppressed anger and frustration exploded, and floods of tears started to swell from your now dark eyes. One tear becme two then three then more.

soaking your shirt completely. Your small sniffs turned into gasps, and that turned into whales, then into loud screams and shouts.

Scream-crying. Even in your most vulnerable moments, you were violent. Walking to his closet, you tore and ripped his shirts within a second. Smashed his perfume bottles into the wall.

Grabbing the bedside table's lamp, you threw it at the corner, and a flame burst. With a small smile, you watched the fire grow in the corner. Slowly, it started rising. It was beautiful.

Chuckling under your breath, you took backward steps, eyes still focused on the burning fire before you turned into your bathroom.

Laughing, you traced the broken mirror's cracks with your fingers. You didn't hate your reflection. This was you. Your reflection on the broken mirror was you. The real you.

Running your hand on your face, you felt under your eyes the ruined mascara. Running your hand up to your hair, you tugged at it harshly till your scalp stung.

Looking around you, you spot the scissors. Grabbing it, you huffed your hair off of your face before looking back at your black locks in the mirror. "Pretty," you grinned at yourself.

Cutting your hair recklessly, you were still filled with the overwhelming sense of betrayal and anguish. You couldn't help but feel like your whole world was crumbling around you, but you knew this all would end eventually. You had a plan.

After taking a shower and getting dressed in your favorite red dress, you dried your hair and got dolled up. Stepping back into your bedroom, you fond the fire had gone out, a black mark painting the wall.

"That fire was short-lived.." You mumbled.

Jae: I love you!

6: 24 pm

Dinner at my house? Candles? I'm feeling romantic tonight. Don't be late.

Delivered

Smirking, you leaned on the wall behind you with a content smile.

—

Getting inside the house, jaehyun tried to feel the switch to turn the lights on, but nothing. The house was dead silent as he called your name but got no answer.

Looking at the walls, his brows furrowed at the sight of scratches and red stains... blood? the paint has peeled off on various spots. It seemed like a peeling mark, as if someone threw something harshly at the wall, causing the paint to separate from the surface. he swears he left the house just fine few hours ago.

Walking deep into the house, jaehyun caught the faint sound of one of his favorite songs playing on the vinyl.

Following the sound, he hanged his coat on the hanger, "Honey?" He called quietly. Peering at the dining room, a smile made to his lips when he finally saw you.

Leaning on the door frame, he watched you preparing the table with dishes and lighting some candles.

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled, "You're home," You walked toward him, and he opened his eyes to wrap you in his embrace before kissing you softly.

"Your hair...why you changed it?" He asked, taking one of your blond locks in his hand. He looked startled with the new color and haircut.

"You don't like it?" You asked with a pout, " thought I'd do something new. You know, out of change. Come let us eat."

Pushing him off of you gently, you pulled him towards a chair before sitting him down, "This looks beautiful, my doll." You smiled at the pet name.

"I put your favorite song, too. 'Nothing gonna hurt you baby'." You grinned before adding with a tilt of your head, "our favorite."

The vinyl was playing softly in the background, providing a warm and intimate atmosphere. The room was cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and a warm fire crackling in the fireplace.

You set the table with exquisite details, adorning it with delicate porcelain plates and shining silverware. The air was filled with the aroma of delicious food cooking in the kitchen.

Bringing the last dish, you poured him a glass of wine before sitting down opposite of him. After eating in silence —only him was eating, you kept on watching him— you reached for your glass of wine, "how was work, honey?" You hummed, inhaling the scent of the fruity beverage.

"Boring," he answered, wiping his lips with his napkin, "nothing interesting." You smiled softly at that.

Taking another sip of his wine, you smiled faintly when you saw the furrow in his eyebrows, "hm, this wine tastes a bit different." Jaehyun murmured, licking at his lips, "tastes...bitter?" You looked at him confused before taking your untouched glass and sipped a little, "Hm..no? It tastes just fine."

Looking up at you, he saw you eying him with your chin in your palm with your play untouched, "Why...aren't you eating?" He asked warily.

"I'm not hungry, plus, I'd love to watch you eat instead. More wine?" Glancing at you, he saw your silhouette moving in both sides. Blinking his eyes, he started taking slow breaths.

Caressing his neck, he gulped down the rest of his wine, but nothing. It was only getting worse. he felt as if his throat was burning from dryness, "water," he croaked before coughing.

Jumping to your feet, you poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, "Are you okay?" You saw him rubbing his eyes as he looked at you twice as he blinked.

Pushing his chair away, he stumbled to stand up as he kept backing away from you with wobbly legs, "Wha...what did you d-do to me?" He mumbled, using his hand against the wall to stabilize himself.

Sitting on the table, you grabbed his empty glass of wine in your hand before grinning, "hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do, but you left me with no choice. But worry not, the fun has yet to begun. Cheers cheater!" Rising your glass in the air, you winked at him.

"C-cheater? what are you—"

"Don't even—oh...he passed out."

Putting your glass down, you walked towards him before crouching next to him. Pushing his hair off his flushed and sweaty face, you hummed.

—

Jaehyun felt as if he was running and running in a dark forest but to no destination. All he knew was that he had to run to save his life.

His felt a sting in his thigh. He took a guess it was a wound, but he had to keep running to safety, but the pain was so severe that he felt like he's getting stabbed with every step that he took.

Leaning on a tree, he tried to catch his breath and think. Looking at his leg, he saw blood but felt nothing. The sharp pain has faded to a manageable buzz, at the same time that everything has grown fuzzy and indistinct, and the world around him went dark.

Fluttering his eyes open, he was met with darkness and coldness. His brain was slowly waking up as the only thing he was seeing was his lap as he couldn't raise his head. He felt too weak to lift his head.

Taking shallow breaths, he felt his chest burn with every stretch of his skin.

He felt pain all over his body but couldn't pinpoint where exactly. He was still feeling dizzy as he struggled to move his neck. his muscles were tense and shaking with the strain. His breath comes in short, panting gasps.

When his eyes adjusted to the light, He tried to move his arms and legs but found that he was completely restrained. He realized he was tied to a chair with his hands behind his back and his legs tied with ropes to the chair legs.

His heart began to race as he realized that he was in a dark room with no windows or lights. Examining his surroundings, he realized he was in the basement.

He tried to remember, but everything was blurry. Pushing more made his throbbing head intensities. He remembered coming home, having dinner with you then... then he passed out. He remembered your last words before he fainted, making him panic. his heart started racing as he tried to free himself from his restraints, but to no avail, he was too drained.

Just when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, he felt a sudden, hot sensation in his chest making him hiss, feeling the cold air brushing at his bare skin, he shuddered but when he sensed something dripping down his abdomen, he looked down and panic sets in.

He saw four letters carved into his chest and abdomen. Some looked so fresh while some were not with dried blood around them. looking down at his body, he realized that he was bleeding from several cuts and wounds, "oh god, oh god," seeing the pool of blood underneath him, he found no reason for it to not be his blood. He tried to call or scream for help but couldn't because he felt his throat was dry and parched.

Hearing the clacking of heels, he saw your feet clad in your favorite white heels with...red dots staining them appearing before him.

Now that he saw red, he felt nauseous, and finally, the smell around him invaded him. Trying to lift his head and move his limbs, pain shot through his strained muscles again.

Moving his hands, he hissed at the sharp and cold edge of some restrains digging into his wrists. "You're awake? Oh my god, it has been two days! I thought you had already died on me."

Feeling helpless and afraid, he struggled against the binds that held him captive. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't free himself from the chair. "I'm bleeding," he exclaimed, "shit, stop this. I'm bleeding. It hurts. Please. This ain't funny. There's a pool of blood under me," he panicked.

"I know you're bleeding. What do you think I was trying to do?" You tilted your head at him with puzzled expression, sending shivers down his spin.

You didn't just look out of your mind, but you looked as if you just walked out of a horror movie. You were drenched in blood, and your small white dress looked like a canvas with splashes of red.

Your blond hair had red strands framing your face. Your cheek and neck had blood on them as for your hands, Blood was dripping from them.

walking towards him, jaehyun jerked away, but you smiled wickedly before grabbing his neck to make him focus on your face. Looking down at him, you carassd his hair with a smile.

"Do you even know what you did wrong, jaehyunie?" you asked in a soft cadence. Jaehyun knew better than to fall for your faux facad, but the cuts on his neck certainly were fresh, and with every squeez, a wheezy breath left him.

When you got no response but whimpers and hisses, you rolled your eyes before tugging at his hair harshly and jerking his head back, exposing his bleeding neck before digging your nails into the cuts making him scream and trash away.

"I d-don't...please stop. P-please," he panted. planting your knee on his thigh to fix him and him to stop moving, he screamed again, "Stop, it hurts," he started pulling at his hands. "What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts, it's because you're struggling! Dont move, and you'll be fine."

Feeling wetness under your knee, you looked to see a forming blood stain on his jeans, "I may have stabbed your thighs too.." Pressing your knee more, you enjoyed how his face contorted in pain.

"Scream all you want, love. I soundproofed the walls and everything. Isn't that romantic?" You smiled at him.

"Please stop..why are you doing this?" He panted. Standing up, you grabbed his chair and faced towards the wall behind him.

Seeing the portrait of him kissing another woman, he froze. He felt his blood turn cold. That why she called. So she'd take photos.

"Why would you cheat, jaehyun? Weren't I enough for you?" Feeling his heart sting, he couldn't look at you. "You can't deny or lie. I saw you with my own eyes....what? Did a cat get your tongue? Why so quite? Aren't you going yo cry and beg? I have plans for your tongue..." You trailed your knife along his face, and he started trembling.

"It's a setup! It must be her plan all along. It's a setup, believe me. All this is big misunderstandment!" He cried out, "she was blackmailing me, I swear! Something about me embezzling money, which is not true! Someone is framing me, and I had no choice. Please believe me, I'd never ever cheat on you, I love you!" He sobbed as you pressed the sharp edge of the knife into the carved letters.

Stepping back, seeing him cry made you drop the knife and gently wipe his cheeks, but when you saw the mess you made, you grimaced. You started hyperventilating when you brought your bloody hands in front of your face.

Who's blood is this? Looking at your hand and at jaehyun, you felt your head throb, "what?" You whispered, "What do you mean a setup? I saw you... I saw you kissing. You didn't look forced. You looked happy.." You whispered, you felt pain in your body, you could barely hear what he was saying. You were barely able to hear your own self talking. "Don't cry. You'll make me feel bad for you. I don't want to feel bad for you." You pleaded, voice low and muffled by your palms.

"GODDAMN SHUT UP!" You suddenly screamed, causing jaehyun to flinch, "STOP TALKING! STOP TALKING!" Clutching your hair, you leaned on the wall behind you, "please make them shut up! I don't want to do this, I don't want to do that! Please make them shut up, jaehyun." You fell to ground, sniffling.

Looking at you, jaehyun felt pain in his chest at your sight, "Baby... there's no one but us," he chuckled bitterly, "no one is here."

Hearing thud upstairs, you wiped your face before standing up, "a setup you said?" You asked, and jaehyun weakly nodded, making you throw your head back with a laugh, "Oh, I see, but you're not off the hook, okay handsome face?" You grinned, tapping his lips, and jaehyun gagged at the salty and metallic taste of the blood on her fingers.

"Please don't do anything to upset me. The mess wouldn't be good for either of us. Stay still, and don't be dumb." You called before climbing up the stairs.

Walking into the living room, you saw doyoung placing an unconscious johnny on the couch. Dropping him down, he straightened his back, huffing out a deep breath.

Hearing you walk behind him, he smiled when he felt your arms slipping around his waist. "You finished him, sweety?" He asked, smiling.

Leaning your cheek on his shoulder, you hummed, "Doyoung," he smiled down at you, "why is johnny passed out on the couch?" You asked quietly after spoting blood oozing from the oldest's temple, "I had to do it. He was going to kill me." He exclaimed.

"And how would he do that?" You pressed on with an arch of your brow. You were very cautious and suspicious of him. For the past 2 days, he had visited with gifts and roses and even asked you out on dinner, which you agreed to just to keep him closer to you and keep a close eye on him.

"He was trying to take you away from me! He called me psycho and was going to report me, saying I shouldn't be near you and that you'll never love someone like me," wrapping his hands over yours, he looked down at you, "You're mine. Don't forget that. You promised. Say it," he urged, squeezing your hands, "say what?" You asked and he whined distraught.

"Please, i need to hear you say it. tell me you love me." Feeling your hand glid up and down his back, he eyed hopefully before you stepped back from him, pointing his gun at him.

"What are you doing?" Doyoung asked with his hands on his waist. His face marred with confusion and...pain? "Are you gonna shoot me? After everything I did, you still chose to protect him? Who cheated on you?" He asked in disbelief.

"Did he?" You smirked, cooking the hammer of the gun, finger resting at the trigger. Doyoung eyed you impress, a proud smile resting on his face. "Tell me, Doyoung. Did he really do that, or was it all a plot of your own creation?" You squinted your eyes at him.

"You still don't believe me? After all I did for you? Taking his side after all he did?!" Doyoung yelled, frustrated, "did he tell you he was innocent and he's the victim?" He took a step closer to you, not caring about the gun pointing at his face.

He was bristling with rage. All he could see was red. "No one can force anyone to cheat on someone they love. He's lying to you! You've seen it with your own eyes how he doesn't care about you. He's worthless of a woman like you."

You didn't know what to think, doyoung was right, you saw him cheat, he died look forced or miserable. He looked like a cheater.

He is a cheater. He fooled you. Kill him.

We need to kill someone. Kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!—

Shaking your head to ignore the voices and focus on doyoung, you grab your face in your hand, "And you? You're worthy of me?" He grinned before taking the gun and placing it at his forehead, "don't act as if we're not soulmates, love. Even you know this."

Hearing heavy panting, you glanced over your shoulder to see jaehyun leaning on the wall with pale skin and blood smeared on his skin. You saw how he was struggling to stand still as he had to use the knife clutched in his hand to dig at the wall to aid his movement.

"No," jaehyun mumbled, stumbling on his legs, barely sble to lift his head, "I didn't...he planned it all. I..I always loved you and won't...won't hurt you, he's lying." he groaned, clutching his chest.

He was deliriuming. He didn't know which version of you was real, the one crying for his help or the one pointing a gun at him with raging eyes and murderous expression. Everything was blurry around him. He couldn't recognize the house or anything in it, and he was barely able to pinpoint your features. He felt his heart was going to stop beating any second, but he had to at least try and do something. He still had hope.

Both are lying. Kill both.

"Don't do this. We can fix it. I'll help you heal—"

"—there's nothing wrong with her–hey, there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect the way you are." Doyoung held your face in his hand and made you face him, "you don't change a thing in yourself for anyone." Nodding, you turned to Jaehyun with a smirk on.

"I wanted you to love me while I fix myself." Lifting your arm, jaehyun finally understood. He smiled brokenly as he glid down the wall to the ground. "If killing me would lessen your pain... then fine... do it. I'm content with that."

Seeing your face soften, doyoung grabbed your hand and fired two bullets, and when he lowered your arm, you spotted a lifeless jaehyun leaning on the wall with a hole in his forehead with blood oozing out. He looked so at peace with a smile on his lips. He was at peace.

Looking at his unmoving body, you looked at doyoung with widened eyes. Your breathing became shallow and agitated as you stood there frozen, unable to believe what just had happened. Your hands started trembling, and your knees felt weak as you struggled to compose yourself. You didn't feel regret. You felt nothing. You were startled because of the way he eyed you... before he died. He was telling the truth.

"I'll do whatever it takes if it means we'll be together forever, my love." He confessed, pursing his lips before giving you a sinister smile. Seeing you lower your hand, he took a step towards you, and you subconsciously took a step back.

"You're mine," he whispered near your ear before taking the gun slowly from your limp hand. "He didn't...cheat, didn't he?" You whispered, feeling your cheek dampen, "he was saying the truth, and I..I"

"Don't cry. I can't see you crying. It hurts me so badly seeing you hurt. He deserved what happened to him. He did cheat. I left him with a choice, and he preferred his company and reputation over you. He failed his test, so dont cry. "

Letting him hug you, you dropped your head on his shoulder with closed eyes, "I'm tired." You sighed, "sleep a little. We have a long ride ahead of us." He smiled, caressing your hair, making you more sleepy.

"I don't sleep... not in this state. My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented." You whispered back. "You are afraid of your dreams?"

"Yes," you said quietly. Hearing faint sirens, you pulled your head up, and doyoung was quick to speak, "Don't worry. I have a plan," Moving away from you, you saw him pouring gasoline around the living room, and you took the lighter from him and flicked it on before throwing it to the ground and watching the fire ignite.

Looking behind you, you saw doyoung dragging a body before dropping it near the stairs. It was the girl jaehyun was cheating on you with. Tilting your head, you eyed Johnny on the couch, "Hey, he's my friend, I don't want him to burn to his death." Seeing the way doyoung was glancing between you wnd johnny had you smirking, "my, are you jealous?"

"You think l'm jealous? Trust me, my love, you haven't even seen jealousy." Shrugging, you grabbed his hand and left the house before getting in a car.

"Breaking new: the ceo of Jung business Empire, at age of 26, found dead today at one of the houses of his girlfriend's (Y/L/N) the worldwide-renowned fashion designer who also found dead with him at age of 25. The cause of death is said to be a gas leak. We send our heartfelt condolences to their families." The reporter continued telling the events.

The sun rose a few hours ago on the smoldering ruins of the once-grand mansion, as police and reporters gathered around the charred remains of what had been your home.

Inside the ambulance laid the only survivor, Johnny, who was still unconscious due to the amount of smoke he inhaled with the cop that saved him.

"Is he gonna live?" Jeno asked worryingly, his arm got bandaged, and his wounds and burns already tended while jisung only suffered minor injuries. When the nurse nodded and left, the younger dropped himself next to jeno.

"Why would doyoung suddenly leave..." the younger mumbled still don't understand why their sergeant suddenly took a break from work.

"Let him be. He earned it. Now Jung Jaehyun's case is closed, and there's nothing to be worried about," jeno sighed, cracking his back, letting some satisfied groans.

Getting called by another officer–Kun, jisung rushed towards him, leaving jeno by himself. Tapping his phone nervously, the younger bite on his nails as his mind drifted away.

Feeling johnny steering in his sleep, jeno pocketed his phone before looking around him for any nurse, hearing him call your name, jebo stopped and listened.

"She's... alive...he took her... he kill jaehyun." Johnny mumbled, still under the influence of drugs.

Hearing him, jeno checked his surroundings again before pulling a needle from his pocket and ingesting a liquid into The UV

#nct 127 smut #nct jaehyun x reader #nct jaehyun smut #nct jaehyun fanfic #nct doyoung x reader #nct doyoung smut #nct doyoung fanfic #nct doyoung #nct johnny fic #nct johnny x raeder #nct johnny #sexygrass

[herbgroom]

arctic monkeys concert review time, for anyone who cares

so I was under the impression that the concert would start at 5:30pm, so I thought, great! I get there at 12 and I only have to wait 5 hours! WRONG.

the headliners would start at 9:40 PM. I WAITED 10 FUCKING HOURS.

when I got there, there were already so many people. the venue was huge and impossible to navigate, I had to go back and forth a couple of times to understand where I was supposed to go. the one highlight was a security guard who saw the books I was carrying (sartre, lol) and the pins (one was of dark side of the moon) and commented on them. that was nice

so, I arrive at my entry, and I still have a couple of hours to kill, since the gates open at 3pm. WELL. SOME DOUCHEBAG decided to cram up at the front of the gates and everyone followed, I was stuck in the crowd for the remaining hours with no water or food, just a cap, and the scorching sun above me (thankfully I had put on sunscreen beforehand)

the staff was also in a panic as well, it took them a while to check tickets and bags.

but I get inside! and the position I get it's great! just a dozen of meters from the stage, meanwhile people keep coming... and coming...

my friend also manages to get inside and we're finally reunited, we're both a sweaty mess. it is 3:30pm.

the bar is expensive and the water is scarce, it is really difficult to sit down given the amount of people (at max capacity, I heard there were 70-90k people inside)

the waiting game starts, but at about 5pm the first opening act (gli OMINI) comes on stage. they're neat 👍 they played covers of boys don't cry and my generation

another half an hour hour passes, it is getting so fucking hot, but some saint starts distributing water, you have to be extremely lucky to catch a bottle, tho.

second opening act (willie j healey) at about 6pm, they have strong dire straits and 70s soft rock vibes, one of their amps busted, but the crowd was supportive

some more waiting, the venue sponsors come on stage (a national radio) and they start randomly djing and chanting, they throw t shirts and gadgets. I didn't get one.

finally, at 7:40 pm the final warm up act, the hives. they even get a personalised stage with big letters and everything. they're absolutely insane, we didn't catch one breath while they were playing. special shoutout to the guitarist who was dying on stage, you're a true champ 👍

one hour left. and that hour feels like 10. at least the sun has gone down, but the heat remains, given how cramped up everyone is. I'm starting to feel very sick, nauseous and with a headache. I try to sit down the best way I can.

BUT FINALLY!! ARCTIC MONKEYS TIME!!! they come on stage and everyone loses their fucking minds, there's a huge mirrorball on the ceiling and a big circular projector behind them

here's the setlist

I had to literally block my ears a few time cuz the screaming was so so strong

alex speaks some italian and that also causes people to lose their minds, the audience mainly cares only for him. sad! I was cheering you on nick, matt and jamie! you were amazing! also the guys responsible for the moog synthesiser and additional guitars, awesome indeed

funny how everyone sang the most popular songs while barely anyone knew the songs from the car, well I sang those the loudest! mirrorball was fucking awesome, the highlight for me, cuz at the end the real mirrorball started spinning and shining. so so cool

I also screamed REALLY LOUD when they played sculptures, I lost my mind. I had waited for it FOR SEVEN MONTHS.

so, was it worth it?

arctic monkeys were amazing, but all the waiting made it unbearable, I couldn't wait to go home afterwards- and that too took a while because the subway was really far away.

so, there you have it, great concert, terrible experience. an overall 4/10, while the band was 10/10 (I wish I heard them more clearly, it was impossible to hear alex through the screaming)

#arctic monkeys #milan italy

[kimmyyang]

210503 My favorite moments & translations of the SHL concert including the warming up livestream

1. Zhao Jing calling fans adopted sons and daughters during the livestream and revealing that there will be a game where they hug each other, telling fans to look forward to it (he knows what we want to see haha).

2. Gong Jun arrived at the livestream first, but he still waited for Zhang Zhehan and told Zhang Zhehan to introduce himself first.

3. Zhang Zhehan saying he will talk less as he needs to take care of his throat for the actual concert, so Gong Jun talked mostly in the livestream (translation is here).

4. In the beginning of the concert, ZZH introduced himself: "I'm your Ah Xu." (T ^ T)

5. The MCs asked the casts to write down their top 1 iconic scene, some of them picked the scene where Gao Chong died. GJ & ZZH were having a discussion and the MCs were like "why do these two have to discuss their top 1 scene?" (yeah, you just need to write your own fave scene, it's not pair work LMAO) ZZH picked "you're not worthy" scene where they had to fight against Ye Bai Yi, and GJ picked the sun basking scene where they called each other 'Lao Wen', 'Ah Xu' 3 times. ZZH said: thanks to Gao dage's iconic scene, they got to rest haha.

6. Gao Chong, Zhao Jing & Shen Sheng sitting behind GJ & ZZH wrote "Lao Wen ♡ Lao Zhou" on their whiteboards, they were laughing so much while holding it up.

7. When they played the sun basking scene, the MCs asked GJ "you were pretty focused when watching the scene." GJ replied, "it reminded me of the time when we were filming, it felt so warm just like now, I'm being surrounded with love."

8. MCs said that ZZH added the part where calling Lao Wen's name 3 times. ZZH said: "yes I even asked GJ to call Ah Xu 3 times, I like the number 3 and calling the names 3 times shows 3 different emotions". When MCs asked them to reenact the scene, I heard CWN saying he wants to see it. (I hope I didn't mishear it lol and the MCs were smiling so much while watching them)

9. After ZZH finished singing Gu Meng (T ^ T), the fans were all screaming 'lao po'. XDDD

10. At the beginning of the game segment, when the rules came up on the screen. Fans were screaming loudly and ZZH said: "did you guys even read/ understand it to be screaming like that?" And one of the MCs said: "shouldn't that be Ye Bai Yi's job to diss people?" (The MCs definitely did a lot of prep before the concert haha XD and that is the hugging game Zhao Jing talked about in the livestream)

11. GJ & ZZH were laughing hehehehe when they found out they got the same number.

12. The MCs had to say a number, they have to find enough people to make that number. At one point Ye Bai Yi was with 3 actresses, and ZZH said: "Ye Bai Yi you're a guy and you're hugging 3 girls??? I didn't expect you to be like this." (AHAHAHAHA)

13. I missed out on what happened with CWN & GX, but it seems that they wanted to get eliminated together. (T ^ T)

14. So at the end, ZZH and Cheng Ling won the game and GJ was like: "the person who won the game will sing until tomorrow's concert." (LOL)

15. GJ said: "I feel like you guys planned it out to make me lose the game." (ZZH called 'Lao Wen' 3 times here ahhhh GJ kinda just gave up lol) "Am I right, didi?" Cheng Ling replied yes. ZZH asked GJ to dance as a punishment but GJ forced ZZH to dance and ZZH was like why do I have to do it when I won the game?? Then ZZH sang and GJ danced to 爱的恰恰 (so cute I cry) GJ couldn't do the dance properly, he explained: "I need to save my energy, I have to sing later."

16. When they were picking the winners for the prizes, GJ said: "it's so unfair to the bottom floor, they haven't won anything." ZZH then jokingly added: "the people on the bottom floor, they're super fast at getting the tickets and they're pretty rich too." (because the tickets are more expensive) GJ jokingly followed: "then let's pick someone from level 3, haha I actually did pick out level 3 (from the bag)."

17. Another game, the MCs asked them to say something fierce to the other team, GJ was facing his teammates and kept saying (I can't remember what he said) really loudly. And ZZH was like did you not understand (the instructions) why are you shouting at your teammates? (AHAHAHAHAHA come on I don't think he would say anything fierce to his lao po XD)

18. I can't remember what happened but Ye Bai Yi shouted: "卧槽 (fuck)" during the game segment. (really loudly!!! and I haven't heard any Chinese actors/ celebrities say that in public lmao)

19. GJ couldn't find all the nails on ZZH and asked: "where did you guys hide it?" Ye Bai Yi lifts up ZZH's clothes and said: "here". GJ said:" I can't reach there, they won't be able to broadcast it." (asdfghjklfuuuuu)

20. When they reenacted the "you're not worthy" scene and still bickering like 3-year-olds XDDD

21. When Cao Wei Ning & Ah Xiang were singing Yuan Mie, Ah Xiang got so emotional she cried and messed up, so Cao Wei Ning sang her lines and held her hand really tightly. (I CRIEDDDD)

22. Afterwards, ZZH & GJ walked out with Cheng Ling (then everyone came out too). GJ forgot to bring the red bracelets and ZZH was like "where are the red bracelets? Lao Wen did you give it to someone else?" (AHAHAHAHA)

23. When they had to put the red bracelets on each other's wrists, CWN's hands were shaking so much, you can literally feel how nervous he is through the screen. (sobs) CWN called Ah Xiang "Cao furen (my wife)" and GX called Cao dage "my husband". (T ^ T)

24. When Xi Sang Gui came into the centre, she said: "Ah Xing (WKX) when will it be your wedding?" GJ just smiled and side-eyed ZZH. XDD

25. GJ said that SHL means a lot to him, it's a special, irreplaceable drama to him. I think he also thanked ZZH. ZZH said: "thank you shanrens who're here and watching in front of the screen for giving us the chance to dream and made our dream come true. (no, thank YOU for bringing Ah Xu into our lives T ^ T)

26. Picking winners again and CWN was trying so hard to find the bottom/ centre area card. (so cute)

27. ZZH & GJ singing Tian Wen, ZZH got confused at the start and GJ helped him to get back into the right key, they both laughed and it was just so cuteeeee. And GJ said: "everyone together" which made ZZH laugh cuz you don't usually say that during a slow song lmao.

28. Liu Qianqiao presented 嗑 upside down which is phonetically “嗑到了/ kdl” and it means my ship (cp) is sailing.

Day 2

#shl #shl concert #word of honor #word of honor concert #shan he ling #山河令 #my translations #I MIGHT ADD IN MORE LATER IF I CAN'T FALL ASLEEP #but i need to rewatch the clips #lemme scroll through wb first LOL #idk what time i will go to bed but i should go a bit earlier than last night #cuz my head is still hurting omfg #they were out of tune and stuff but it was still cute and funny ;___; #the past 2 months felt like a dream #i don't want to wake up from the dream but i know tomorrow is the day #fuuuuuu #i don't even wanna think about it #did GJ say 摸 (touch) or 播 (broadcast)?? #it was too chaotic idek anymore lol

[angelmavmurdock]

Home

summary: you and tom haven't seen each other in months and he surprises you.

SUPER fluffy !requested one shot!

you can either listen to the song while reading or start listening to it when it tells you to! Home by Caite Turner - the song in which this is based off of :).

***********

5 months.

5 months since I've seen Tom.

He's been in Atlanta for filming Spider-Man No Way Home and at Christmas he spent time with his family before going back.

I hadn't seen him in so long. Facetiming and phone calls could never come close to the feeling of being with him. It feels like such an alien thing now, even thinking about us spending time together. Like it's something of the past...

We tried to call every day but that became difficult as Toms only day off is Monday and I'm working and the time difference. Everything just seems so difficult and forced. But we still do it. Because we want to see and talk to each other but it's just so exhausting with the time difference.

I'd wake up earlier to call and say good morning and I'd end up staying up late on Facetime with him. So my sleep schedule was completely messed up, along with all the emotions that come with a long distance relationship. Then it's heightened even more because Tom is famous and tabloids follow him everywhere. The recent buzz for Cherry has had people asking about his love life - or rather our love life but they don't know we're together. No one apart from our friends and family do.

I missed him. I really missed him. It hurts my heart every time he posts to Instagram or I see interviews from him.

We had scheduled a Facetime for tonight. It was 10pm for me and 6pm for him. Not too bad.

I was absolutely knackered so I was just getting ready for bed when my phone started ringing.

I grinned, picking the phone up and answering the call.

"Hey, handsome." I giggled at the phone screen, sitting it up on my dresser as I got changed.

"Hey, darling. How are you?" He asked, placing a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

He was in his signature pink hoodie with a baseball cap on backwards. His phone was rested against something on his dinner table and I watched as he ate his tea.

"I'm good. Tired but good. How about you? How was work?" I asked, taking some makeup wipes out.

"Oh, sorry baby." He pouted.

"No, no, it's okay. M'used to it." I laughed lightly.

He furrowed his brows slightly as I wiped my makeup off.

"y/n."

I looked at him. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry-

"I love you." He said with a slight smile.

Don't cry, don't cry-

"I love you too, babe. I miss you." I swallowed, trying to keep the lump of sobs from bursting out.

"I miss you, too. It's been 5 months since we've seen each other. I left for Atlanta 5 months ago today." He sighed, taking another forkful of food.

I took a deep breath, throwing the makeup wipes into the bin, "It's been so long."

"I know, darling, I know. But..."

He reached over the table. I heard papers shuffle and I quirked a brow as I got into bed, only my bedside lamp giving me a warm light. I snuggled into my blankets, propping my phone against a pillow.

"I just happened to be coming to London next Friday." He said nonchalantly, fiddling with a plane ticket.

My eyes widened and I stared at my phone screen.

"Y-you're kidding." I felt my heart rate rise.

He grinned, "Nope. Filming finishes next week. I'm coming to you next Friday, love."

I gasped, sitting up and squealing into the phone.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it! We're going to see each other! For real!" I exclaimed.

"For real." He laughed.

"Oh my fucking god...well, I don't know how you expect me to sleep or work until then." I smiled widely, settling back into bed.

"I can't wait. Can't wait to see you again." He bit his lip.

I raised a brow, "Can't wait to see what part of me?"

He laughed, "Hmm, I'll leave that to your imagination. But I'd definitely call your work and tell them you won't be able to come in the whole week because your legs will be too sore."

I spluttered a laugh and got myself flustered.

God, it had been so long since we touched...

"I can't wait to fuck you again." He said lowly.

I widened my eyes, "Are Racheal and Harry not there?" I hissed.

He shook his head, "Racheal's not here and Harry's working in his room."

I shifted onto my side to face him completely.

"Okay then...if you want to fuck me so bad...tell me what you'll do to me when you get here."

***

It was the next night. Friday. Finally. Tom had said he wouldn't be able to call tonight because he was on set all day. I was fine with that, though. Last night was an extremely heated Facetime call.

I went into work and sat at my desk, staring at a blank word document just wishing words would start typing themselves onto the page. My mind was somewhere else. It was with Tom. I didn't sleep much last night as it was an eventful night so I was absolutely knackered by the time I got home from work.

I managed to stay awake long enough to make myself some mac and cheese. I managed one episode of friends, I ate my dinner and I snuggled on my couch, stripping my jeans and top off to leave me comfortably in my underwear with blankets draped over me. I didn't particularly mean to fall asleep at 7pm on a Friday night. It just happened.

-

Toms POV

"Good luck, mate. Have fun." Harrison laughed cheekily on the phone as I entered y/n's flat building.

"Div. Bye." I chuckled, ending the call.

I hyped myself all the way up to y/n's flat. I looked at myself in my phone camera to check how I looked. I couldn't hear anything from inside but I knew she was in. The bouquet of flowers in my hand kept crinkling loudly and I tried to shut them up seeing as it was midnight.

I could feel some jet lag already hitting me but the nerves and excitement completely cancelled it out.

I was surprising her. Filming finished a few days ago, not next week. I had everything planned out. And she had no idea.

I took a few deep breaths and sat my suitcase and bag down. I lifted a hand to her door and hesitantly knocked. Adrenaline rushed through me.

She was going to open the door and we'd have the best moment, then we'd kiss and then...

She wasn't answering the door. Her car was outside and it was midnight so she should be in.

I gritted my teeth anxiously and knocked again.

Still nothing.

I looked around in slight panic, not knowing what to do. But then I tried her door handle. It opened.

I'll have to tell her to lock it next time, I reminded myself before opening the door slowly. The flat was quiet, only the sound of traffic coming in from the open windows filled the room. I wheeled my suitcase and bag in quietly then shut the door behind me equally so.

I walked further into the flat and that's when I finally saw her. And why I finally saw why she wasn't answering the door.

y/n was curled up on the couch, blankets sprawled across her basically naked body and the couch. Her hair lay messy on top of her head and her mouth hung open slightly as she slept.

My heart filled with love and joy as I watched her. 5 months since I had seen her and she was like this. In her most perfect form. Natural and messy and cute but also hot because the underwear she was wearing and the fact I hadn't seen her body in nearly half a year made me nearly get a full hard on.

I walked closer to her, placing the bouquet of flowers next to her abandoned bowl of mac and cheese. I caught a glimpse of the TV.

Are you still watching?

I smiled and turned back to her, kneeling to come face to face with her. I could smell her signature perfume and it made my heart swoon so massively.

I smiled uncontrollably as I reached my hand to her cheek, brushing my fingers over her skin. I missed her skin on mine. I brushed some of her hair behind her ear and then cupped her cheek softly, rubbing my thumb back and forth to gently awaken her.

y/n POV

I felt a hand on my face, a thumb delicately brushing my cheek. It felt familiar and suddenly I could smell something that made my heart ache. Whatever it was smelled like Tom. Like his natural scent mixed with his usual aftershave.

"y/n..."

I heard my name being whispered. I hummed and nuzzled into the pillow more, enjoying whatever dream about Tom I was having. His hand was warm on my face and it was like it was really there.

"y/n, darling..."

Mmm, the nickname. I missed his voice.

"Love...you awake?"

I furrowed my brows. What? Tom didn't say that in my dream. I felt myself being brought back into consciousness gradually and the heat and weight of a hand on my face was very much there, along with the prominent smell and the literal presence of someone.

I slowly opened my eyes, blurry at first but then everything came into view.

Tom.

He was kneeling in front of the couch, his hand still stroking my cheeks, his face in a soft but wide smile, his skin tanned and glowing but the bags under his eyes were visible.

"T-Tom?" I stuttered in a whisper.

Was I dreaming? Was I hallucinating? I mean, I had been thinking about him a lot and I was exhausted so it made sense.

"Hey, darling," He chuckled softly.

"I- what the- are you- what?"

My eyes were heavy, my voice was quiet, in fear of it breaking and I was so incredibly confused.

"Surprise." He chuckled, tucking a hair behind my ear.

I blinked a few times to clear my vision and I saw a tear run down his cheek.

He was here.

"Tom," I whispered, grabbing him and pulling him into me, my arms wrapping around his neck.

He held me just as tightly around my waist. His skin was on mine. He was here. He was actually here. We were actually touching.

He slowly pulled me off the couch and onto the floor with him, welcoming me onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around him and nuzzled my face into his neck. I fisted his light jacket, trying to get a hold of every part of him.

Suddenly it was as if every emotion I felt in the past five months came flooding to the surface. Sadness, hopelessness, excitement, happiness, love. His hands wrapped completely around my waist, holding me flush to his chest. I felt tears tickle down my face but I didn't care.

His face was nuzzled into my neck, too. He moved a hand up to cradle the back of my head when he realised I was crying. I was actually sobbing. Audibly. But so was he now.

We both pulled away at the same time then immediately crashed our lips together. A new wave of tears pooled into my eyes. He tasted good. He tasted like him. Minty and perfect. I ran my fingers up and into his hair. God I missed his hair.

Our tongues pushed into each others and we both moaned slightly, revelling in the feeling of one another again.

He was here.

We pulled away breathlessly and stared into each other's eyes. I cupped his face and he did mine. I wiped the tears from his face, he wiped the tears from mine.

"I missed you so much." I croaked.

"I missed you too, darling."

"Please just promise me you'll never do that again. I can't live without you for that long again. I can't." I half-joked.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here with you." He rested his forehead against mine.

"I'm home." He whispered.

I sobbed happy cries at his words. He suddenly pulled away and brought his phone out, shakily going onto Spotify and playing 'Home' by Caite Turner, turning it all the way up.

"Dance with me." He whispered.

I stood off of him and he joined me. He held my hand and twirled me around, inspecting my body.

"I feel so naked," I laughed.

He shed his jacket off and then he pulled his t-shirt over his head. I widened my eyes at him. He had gotten fitter over filming, along with a new tan.

"That's better." I sniffled with a smile.

He brought me into him and held me by my waist with one hand then my hand in his other. I had my free hand on his cheek. I traced up and onto his sun freckles, down his crooked nose and then back to his left eyebrow and down to his jaw then back into his hair.

He leaned his head down and encased my lips in his. It was soft and breathless. One of those kisses you wish you had a picture of to capture the moment. I missed kissing him. Our lips slotted together perfectly like they were made for each other.

He slowly pulled away and we rested our heads against each other's, still swaying in time to the music.

"You're my home, y/n." He whispered.

I closed my eyes, feeling a few tears escape my eyes.

"Wherever you are is home to me. I can't be without you again." He spoke quietly and shakily, on the verge of another sob.

"I feel the same. I'm going everywhere with you now."

He chuckled lightly and we pulled back. He brushed my hair behind my ear and looked into my eyes with his gorgeous brown ones. I cupped his face and me sighed into my touch.

"I love you." He stated quietly.

"I love you." I replied.

"You're the one, y/n. No questions. I can't fucking live without you."

I felt my chin quiver at his words. I didn't know how to even respond verbally.

I pulled him down to my lips, my tongue slipping into his mouth almost immediately. He hummed and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You're it, Tom," I whispered between kisses.

He pulled away slightly, our lips just ghosting over one another's.

"You're my home."

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland one shot #tom holland au #tom holland smuts #Smut #tom holland fluff #fluff #spiderman #peter parker #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #oneshot

[heyitsyn]

Nekoma!Manager!Male!Reader

a/n: never written male reader before but this was a funny request and i really do see the irony in this

anon request:  

absolutely LOVED your seijoh hcs! you said you wanted to do the other schools so i thought, how about nekoma but with a MALE manager bc it would be so ironic to have a male god as their manager rather than a goddess that they always talked about!! thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

yall the nekoma fanchant is literally stuck in my head

hehe uwu lets step on the pedal

ong jesus take the wheel pls

so basically,,,

being the nekoma manager is a MESS

lets say youre a second year and was only the manager bc you were begged into taking the job

like wouldnt leave you alone and pestered you 25/8, screaming about needing their own god manager

also just because, you are fairly popular and you have your own fanclub of girls in nekoma and they thought it would give them more exposure and more chances w girls :’)

tora was actually the first who came up to you and begged you to be their manager during class one day bc they are in need of one but they arent allowed to have a girl manager so he turned to having a handsome male

‘I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IT HAS TO BE A BOY’

‘so you wont be all over him abd be distracted w showing off’

‘WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY SE-’

‘tora, please’

initially, you refused bc you just couldnt be bothered to be part of a club where you basically babysit a bunch of overgrown children

but kenma, your childhood friend, was the team’s last attempt to get you in since kuroo mentioned that he was the only one you listened to

‘kenma, babie, i love you, but i am your friend, not your nanny. so unless i am paid, i will not waste my time taking care of of all of you. especially that chicken head’

‘y/n, yaku is on his last leg here. we really need a manager and we need it fast’

‘you went for years without one so why do you need it?’

‘we’re scared that nekomata would just drop dead any minute now’

‘yanno? im surprised hes even still alive with yall’

‘....... ill show your fangirls that picture of you when we were 5 when-’

‘okay, kenma. rude about the blackmail but okay. dont expect me to be the maid or anything’

nope, you were actually the maid

and the cook

and the nanny

and the laundry person

the everything

it baffles you that kuroo is about to graduate next year yet he still doesnt know the difference between fabric softener and detergent

the amount of times you sent him to pick up more and only to send him back when he ended up buying 2 softeners or 2 detergents

‘they all look the same!’

‘kuroo tetsuro cAN yOu NoT rEAd?!’

ngl i still mix them up sometimes

during matches, youre basically their mother, their nanny, and nekomata’s notetaker, and their personal cheerleader

naoi, the other coach guy, and coach nekomata has adopted you as a son bc of how hard you work and the less the burden is on them

like your notes about their playing percentages really works and helps them and added with the chores you do for the team?

godsend

also, lets put your popularity in here

you dress with a white shirt and zip up your red nekoma jacket with your red sweatpants so you look like one of the players, right?

but how come every time they have practice, youre the only one with the fangirls in the bleachers?

youre literally wearing the same thing as them yet youre the only one who gets looked at?!

even kuroo, who was quite good looking, doesnt have that many girls pining after him yet you, resident anti-tryhard, seems to get the female population to fall for you just by doing the simplest things like breathing

youd be doing normal things like using your whistle as you hold a clipboard and girls would be screeching at you 

‘omg m/n is so hot!’

‘hes just !!!! uuggghhhh’

‘siri how to be a whistle?’

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today

tora complains about it all the time bc first, they cant have a beautiful manager, two, they have a pretty boy who’s taking the attention away

‘SO NOT FAIR! M/N, TURN UGLY!’

you bonk him on the head in anger and threaten to quit all the time

‘say that again and you’ll be filling your own water bottles tomorrow’

but in truth though, the guys really do appreciate you and everything you do

they know that you balance them with your personal life and classes and still make time to do their laundry and make them food

so they have started easing off the burden and weight off of your shoulders

at first, you were very suspicious when they told you that they already filled their water bottles

‘huh? i didnt think you even knew where the water fountain was’

‘wym weve been doing this for years’

-kuroo

then, you heard kuroo tell the others to put their sweaty jerseys in the basket in the corner of the room and for the last person to carry it to the laundromat

‘um, sir, we dont want to have another pink jersey disaster again’

you stopped inuoka from lugging the basket but he shook his head and gave you a wide grin

‘nope, m/n-senpai! i’ll carry it for you! i’m strong, see?’

he flexed his right arm muscle while holding the basket with one hand but it was too heavy so it fell to the ground, spilling out all the practice jerseys

you sighed before bending down to pick them up and babie inuoka’s eyes watered, thinking you were mad at him

‘gomen, senpai’

he whispered but you looked up at him from your position

his watery eyes made you frantically stand up and wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs

‘inu-kun, why are you crying? you said you were strong right? dont cry over silly things, okay?’

he nodded and you were still confused as to why he was so emotional but you patted his fluffy hair 

‘now cmon, lets go take these to the shop’

unbeknownst to you, the team was actually seething from behind the wall

naturally, as a,,, manager,, you became their,,, energy?? 

like the slightest affections from you made their health bar increase tenfold and they didnt necessarily have any intentions towards you

you were like,,, their own,,,, happy drug?? like a human seratonin??

just the fact that they had someone like you to fall back on and give them love when they lost or something

it was comforting

usually it was just the team’s responsibility to throw away their own sadness and comfort each other

but with you,,,

they could easily cry with no fear and you would comfort them until they didnt need to be comforted anymore

eventually, they ended up straight out competing against each other on who would get the most affection

clearly, inuoka used his first year card and everyone knew you were soft for your kouhais

like you would just grab them and hug them because of how cute they were

uwu especially lev?! 

he may be a giant but hes just a really REALLY REALLY BIG CAT

;)

LEV LIVES TO HUG YOU

like the mans is beanstalk level of height and despite the age difference, he just picks you up and cuddles you and youre just like ‘okay, let it out babie’

DKSFJSLD ANYWAYS

you are always a hot topic w all the students in nekoma and even some in other schools

like during training camp, bro you making everyone question their sexuality

omg akaashi and you are probably the prettiest people there and can i just say how everyone cant focus on a practice match bc youd be laughing together or something and they havent heard anything so beautiful??

and the kitties get really defensive over you and hiss at anyone who even tries to approach you

hiss hiss

DKJFSLKDFJDWHAT IF EVERYONE IN THE TEAM IS BI

OMG WHAT

like the little touches from you make them so red and confident gays like kuroo and bokuto call you out on them and tease you 

while the quiet ones like akaashi and kenma are just blushing and stutter and you tease them instead?

*inhale* BOI *exhale*

the uke and seme dynamic is real on this one

however, there are times when the turned tables

there was that one day that you were seriously questioning if bokuto wore leggings or just really high knee pads and you cornered him after baths to just figure it out

like our poor confident boi turned to a shy babie and shrunk against the wall, covering his red face

‘y-y/n-kun’

‘bo-san, i just want to know’

DKFSJLKDFJFJSDKIM DYING OVER HERE LIKE PLEASE I DONT OWN Y/N

after seeing the smidge of skin at the top of the kneepad, you nodded and brushed your fingertips over the flesh

‘hmm~ so i was right~’

FROM THEN ON POOR BABIE OWL COULDNT LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!!!!!!

it worried everyone so much when bokuto would glance at you in the sidelines and he would competely miss akaashi’s set bc his eyes would focus on you rather than the ball

like he absolutely couldnt take his eyes off of you and when you do turn to meet his eyes, he shrinks back and looks away, completely missing your amused smirk

now, your kitties werent happy about that

theyre very protective of you and they felt that this owl could snatch you right up and fly away

and kuroo, being the captain and the head of the familia, took it upon himself and dragged you to the back of the gym while the others were practicing

kurat pushed you against the wall and basically kabedonned you

KUROO IS LIKE 6′2 OR 190 CM I CANT

‘you seem close with bokuto, l/n. almost, too,, close’

an amused smirk etched itself on your lips and you pressed a hand on his chest

‘oya~? captain-san, am i being punished?’

SFDKLFSJKLDFJL SIR Y/N IS SUPPOSED TO RADIATE SEME ENERGY BUT HE ISNT AND I CANNOT-

ofc he was taken aback by your flirty attitude but he smirked and softly brushed away your bangs that slightly covered your eyes

‘hmm~~ depends, y/n-kun. are you going to be a good kitty and stay with the clowder? or are you going to stay with those pesky chickens~?’

DKFLSJDKFJSL BRO DID YOU KNOW A GROUP OF CATS IS CALLED A CLOWDER?! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT BUT I HAVE A FEELING KUROO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BC HE BIG BRAIN

you chuckled and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders

but your hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head and harshly pulled him to be closer to you

your eyes blinked innocently but your sharp teeth were shown from your malicious grin

‘ive always been a bad kitty, captain. so i dont care what you say because you cant tell me what to do~’

👀👀👀👀

imagine what happens next bc i cant write something unholy

anyways

so you learned that tetsu CAN in fact tell you what to do and you avoided everyone else which caused them to wonder but one look at your neck

well,,,,,

you got attacked by a cat 

a cat named tetsu

SKDFLJSDKFJSLKUROO IS THE ONLY SEME YOU CLASH WITH

THE OTHERS ARE ALL UKE

EVEN BEEFY BUFF CAKE BOI BO

but you toned it down to not be attacked again

ngl the whole team was all jealous and they even whined to kuroo about it

‘thats not fair!!!!’

‘stop abusing your role as captain!!!!’

they hated the fact that kuroo got you first so they all rally over to keep you away from him

like baby kenma would nudge you over and bring him to sit next to you, saying he needs you to help him with a certain level

‘kenny, im not sure how to play this game’

‘hmm,,,, youre a quick learner, y/n, and youre really quick with your fingers so you could pass to the next level’

*insert lenny face*

‘oya? and you would know how, kenny?’

and baby kenny would fluster a little before glomping to your side and burying his face into your shoulder to hide away

OR

the first years would absolutely use their kouhai priviledges and bring you over to help them with ‘homework’

‘you guys realize i passed because kuroo would beat me into studying right?’

‘but senpai! you mustve learned a thing or two in your classes!’

‘bold of you to assume i was even awake in my classes’

but they still make you spend hours trying to help them which turn into just messing around 

KSDLFJSDKFJD MOVIE NIGHTS YOU GUYS THATS IT!!

there isnt really a single calm moment in your guys’ practice

poor you have already started seeing lot of gray hairs

you literally decline every single confession just because youre too busy for a date and you cant handle having to take care of another person

its like youre dating the whole team!!

soon the entire school have just accepted the fact that you are just simply not in the market anymore just because you joined the club

not because youre actually taken by a girlfriend but youre taken by a bunch of teenage males

imagine how that works out

anyways

youre not really the best volleyball player out there but you know a thing or two

well,,, its more like your stamina doesnt allow you to play long bc a single lap literally destroys your lungs

but you still know when yaku complains about having a shaky receive

‘oh, momo-senpai, youre bending your knees too low so gravity is pushing down on your-’

ugh chemistry i hate it

despite your lack of athletic or physical skills, they still appreciate you for your keen eyes, your caring nature, and your overall looks that give them motivation to play harder to impress you personality :)

all the boys love you

and tbh

you love your boys too

even though it was a blackmail caused event,

you still would’ve joined otherwise

this is kinda short but its going to be longer if i find some plots or somebody asks for a plotline that i can write about for a long time

anyways

byeeeee :)))))

a/n: this isnt exactly the best manager one ive written but ill probably find a good prompt for this or again as stated ^^ someone sends in an ask for it and ill write a story for our favorite male manager :’D

#haikyuu #haikyu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! headcanons #nekoma #nekoma x reader #nekoma imagines #nekoma scenarios #nekoma manager #nekoma headcanons #haikyuu manager #haikyuu!! manager #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #nekoma fluff #haikyuu male #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu!! male #haikyuu!! x male reader #nekoma male manager #nekoma male #haikyuu male manager #haikyuu!! male manager #haikyuu male reader #haikyuu!! male reader

[why-this-kolaveri-machi]

please. i can’t do this alone.

Titans 3.01

thoughts! thoughts! thoughts! some red hot thoughts!

SPOILERS ahead.

1. one episode in, and this season already looks set to give me everything i want. its abandonment of plot and storytelling conventions as it goes from one point to the next at breakneck speed; its cheerful bastardisation of iconic storylines from the comics; the ‘as-you-know-bob’ clunky exposition on one end and extremely restrained, subtle explorations of complex character dynamics on the other; endless shots of neon bleeding into black and blue corridors, shadows and silhouettes; my delight in seeing it celebrate and deconstruct the dark nolan-y batman aesthetic at the same time; my bafflement that it’s so fucking goddamn obsessed with the batfam when it’s supposed to be about the TITANS; kory just... saving every overburdened, clunky scene that she’s in by her sparkling charisma. just... *chef’s kiss*. muah. my show is back, in all its glory.

MY SHOW IS BACK, Y’ALL!

1.5. i mean... this show is so artful and weird and not afraid to go absolutely bonkers in exploring its characters’ psyche, but can just about barely stage a passable comic book fight when every tom dick and harry and their new streaming services can deliver ones that are far more exciting. i love this show with every atom of my body.

(there’s something to be said about rooting for the underdog as well. a pleasure in finding something to love about what other people dismiss. but! enough navel gazing! i have fictional characters’ navels to look at! metaphorically! and maybe literally!)

2. i expected jason’s death to come about pretty early in the season as soon as i heard rumours that red hood was showing up, but for it to happen in the first five minutes of the first episode... that’s a record. 

(well. “happen.” still don’t know what exactly went down there.)

2.25. GOD. jason is such a tortured and tragic character in this show, used and passed around by people with alleged good intentions, never really fitting in anywhere. he’s veritably bleeding vulnerability and the need to belong, the need to be known, and yet the tragedy is that his death proves that nobody in his life knew anything about him at all; that they only saw the flimsy walls he put up to protect his soft core, and thought that that was all there was. that they say they loved him, but blame him for his own death. 

dick is flabbergasted that jason can read, though we know from last season, from what jason revealed to rose, that he has a love for plays and music. barbara is quick to dismiss his actions as ‘impulsive’. bruce has no idea that his supposed son was building his own little chemistry lab right under his nose, and beyond that, no idea that jason needed structure, stability and validation beyond being left alone in a huge house with a treasure trove of dangerous weapons. kory thought his decision to fight the joker was from not learning and growing when the guy tried to kill himself last season and nobody apart from dick even tried to talk to him about it! did you consider that he might still be suicidal? especially after the titans admitted to having “given up” on him because he was just “too hard”?

2.5. the one thing that’s been consistent across all three seasons (so far) of the show is the unreliable narrator trope. there’s a reason why the characters’ dismissals of jason’s actions as impulsive is so repetitive; why jason’s death is a mystery dick feels compelled to solve. it’s a flailing attempt to know his brother much too late--but with red hood, maybe he gets a second chance, just like he got one with the titans. this is what jason’s arc has been building up to. this is ‘death in the family’ but more fucked up in some ways. it didn’t linger on the death because the death wasn’t the point. the joker isn’t the point. everything that came before it is.

this way it will also make perfect sense that the red hood’s main enemy becomes the titans rather than batman.

2.75. goodness knows what’s going on with jason’s little chemistry project. at first i thought he was immunising himself to joker gas or something, but maybe it’s what passes for lazarus pit juice in this universe? 

anyway, it’s pretty impressive that jason learnt all of that from a college chemistry textbook. STOP BRINGING UP THAT HE READ SOMETHING, DICK--

2.8. i’m glad that dick doesn’t immediately sink into self-loathing and guilt and tries to investigate jason’s death while also acknowledging how he failed him. it’s like he actually learned something from the last two years! 

anyway. more about dick later. 

3. oh how i love titans!bruce. a lot of characters had a lot of Opinions on his reaction to jason’s death in this episode, but again, i ask you to consider that they’re unreliable narrators, and this universe’s bruce is a product of how it shaped him. bruce wayne has become a phantom to himself--an artifice borne out of vigorous discipline and crushing self-denial. 

bruce has been batman for a very long time, and without a robin for much longer. (dick must be... in his early thirties? so he was robin for about, say, 10-12 years according to the timeline of the show. that still makes bruce pretty old when he took on his first robin.) things have... calcified (possibly parts of his brain). the personal cost and the collateral from the mission he’s taken up for most of his life is too much to countenance; it has to be a war, and war requires sacrifice. 

on some level bruce knows that’s a lie. he’s so goddamned alone. what’s he going to do? sit down and cry? who’s going to listen to him now? oh, is he going to just stop being batman? who’s going to stop gotham from consuming herself then? he’ll just have to forge ahead, do better next time, maybe he’ll be firmer with them, or kinder with them, or notice more things, or train them harder, or spend more time--

3.25. don’t get me wrong: titans!bruce is an asshole and a half. his roster of potential robins was honestly bone-chilling. the fact that there’s a twisted root of compassion makes it more disturbing. 

3.5. alfred’s dead! it must’ve been pretty recent, because i could’ve sworn that dick tried to call alfred in the very first episode of season 1, or at least considered calling him... 

what a devastating double-blow for bruce then, losing his father-figure and his, uh.... son-figure so close together.

4. i don’t know about barbara yet. i mean, i like her, but she had so much clunky expository dialogue to deliver this episode, and for an episode that was named after her, she only showed up halfway through it. but i like the weight of history behind her interactions with both bruce and dick and her compassion to bruce before he cruelly crossed a line. i also like the implication that she and dick have been in touch recently, and that she didn’t immediately try to guilt-trip dick about some perceived abandonment. it’d be too repetitive.

4.5. there’s also a sense that she ran interference for dick a lot whenever there was something Too Big and Emotional for him to confront directly, and i like and appreciate that character beat.

5. dick, my man! it really does feel like a substantial length of time has passed between the end of s2 and the beginning of s3... kory’s got a new costume, they’ve become celebrities in SF, working missions together, and dick’s actually smiling! genuinely enjoying his work and having fun with it for possibly the first time in the entire series! it’s really a far cry from the fractured, dysfunctional mess that they were at the end of the last season.

i just hope this doesn’t mean that they’ve magically reached a resolution off-screen to all of their fucked-upness from last season, and that the repercussions--for gar in particular--are actually addressed on screen. 

5.25. i mentioned this briefly above, but it really is so refreshing that dick doesn’t wallow in guilt and self-loathing after jason’s death; he acknowledges his and the titans’ failure, is able to admit to barbara honestly that he’s not doing great, and is actively trying to reach out to bruce to make sure he’s ok, is trying to investigate what made jason seek out the joker on his own, and is probably the only person not immediately buying that it was jason’s recklessness that got him killed. i love that dick is finally beginning to trust his instincts or just employ them at all after years of guilt and paranoia and self-loathing. we love some positive character growth!

5.5. another thing i love? the bruce-dick interactions on this show. every scene they’re in together is so fraught with tension, both of them holding themselves back, their emotions on a whipcord-tight leash. dick wants to reach out to bruce, is even somewhat familiar with this brand of denial in the wake of grief, but wants barbara to make the first move because he genuinely does not know how to get bruce to open up. his instincts are right, and wonderful, and genuine, but his expression has been smothered by years of trauma, emotional and physical self-discipline, and what i suspect is poorly treated mental illness. 

it takes a lot for him to finally explode at bruce at the end of the episode--in a way he hasn’t done even when his only opinion of bruce was ‘fuck him’--and it’s all the more startling for how subdued he’s been through the episode, how much he’s been holding back his emotions for bruce’s sake. love it.

5.75. it sort of hurts my heart to see the flying graysons poster in jason’s room. there are a few implications:

a) jason settled into dick’s old room despite living in a giant mansion with dozens of other rooms he could’ve used

b) he didn’t take down dick’s poster--not when he moved in and was idolising him, not when he moved out of the titans and was sort of hating him. i wonder if the reminder of what dick was before robin--that he was forged out of unspeakable tragedy--gave jason the connection to dick that he so desperately wanted in real life

c) dick moved right back into the room and slept on the bed that was now jason’s. grief can be so quiet and piecemeal sometimes.

6. i spy the beginnings of actual arcs for both gar and kory! i just hope that with the move to gotham their stories don’t fall to the wayside...

6.5. i’ve known tim drake for less than ten minutes but if anything were to happen to him i’d kill everybody 

7. this review has gone on for too long and i am tiRED. however, before i leave: i miss some of the dedication-to-aesthetic that titans season 1 used to have. remember how the first few episodes didn’t really feel like a superhero show but something out of gothic horror? there was something gorgeous and raw about that, about open landscapes and the road and creepy buildings looming up at the end of it. moving to titans tower in s2 really ruined a lot of that for me, given its ripped-from-architectural-digest aesthetic, all smooth and clean and artificial. 

i hope that we really explore gotham’s hellscape in interesting and innovative ways instead of camping out in the batcave all the time and indulging in the show’s unending love for long corridors, neon backlights and silhouettes.

8.....

9.  wait, fuck, HOW CAN I FORGET ABOUT HOT PSYCHIATRIST GUY (TM)??? NONE of you prepared me for his return! NONE OF YOU! i gasped! i got up and did a happy dance! 

listen, titans writers, if you’ve had a peek at my titans s3 wishlist, please go ahead and give the other items on the list a go too, thankyouverymuch.

#titans #titans spoilers #meta #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #a tragic jalebi #a byronic cupcake

[harrysgloves]

Hey if you are taking requests could you please write something where Harry leaves Y/N for someone whom he thinks is better than her and is a major tool while leaving Y/N and then soon realizes that he only loves Y/N and goes to get her back but she isn't convinced easily! But please let it be a happy ending!!

>>My first request! Excuse me while I go die from how excited I’ve been over this. Also, got way too into this and got a bit carried away... and the ending well.. I debated it for too long.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: Language // Mentions of depression, anxiety // Unhealthy amount of ice cream consumption // Harry is a dick // angsty // mentions of smut but nothing fancy

>>><<<

You laid in bed alone for what felt like the millionth time in the last few months. The spot besides you that was usually filled with your loving boyfriend was now empty and as cold as the northern winters. You tried to ignore that nagging deep pit of dread in your stomach when you turned on your side to face the wall.

You knew something wasn’t right but you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Just a little bit longer of being in denial before you had to face up to the facts.

Harry was out running around on you.

Your eyes filled with unfallen tears as your fingers dug into the soft plush of your pillow. You tried your best to hold it in, to not let your thoughts get the best of you. You tried to rationalize everything he’d done lately that had seemed weird or off. The late nights, the way he guarded his phone like it was his most prized possession. You could rationalize some of it but not all of it, that sinking feeling in your chest only worsened as the minutes on the clock ticked by.

You started to wonder how someone could throw away a five year relationship so easily. How he could possibly come home and look you in the eyes after spending time doing god-knows-what, with a straight face? The feelings of hurt slowly started to wash away into anger as the sun blared its way through the lace curtains you’d bought specifically because Harry liked them.

Fuck those goddamn curtains, you thought as you flung yourself out of your warm and comfortable bed. The tears you had been refusing to cry finally fell in rivers as you ripped the delicate and expensive lace down from the window. Your body shook with a flood of emotions you couldn’t begin to describe as you stared at what you’d done.

You felt like those curtains- torn to shreds, laying like a rag on the floor like yesterday's garbage.

And you used to be so happy.

You dried your eyes with the back of your hand. Fuck this, you were worth more than this. More than sitting around waiting on some man to come home after getting his dick wet somewhere else.

His bags with all his stupid expensive clothes by the front door while you lounged in your nicest outfit, drinking your glass of wine at 6 in the morning. You thought maybe you had gone a bit overboard on being petty but in all honesty, he should just be happy his Gucci didn’t end up on the front lawn. You had some class still reserved.

When the front door finally creaked open at 7:20 your heart felt like it could drop. The back of your tongue was thick and hairy with nerves and venomous words you wanted to spew. The look of surprise on his face satisfied that demon of pure rage in your mind. Of couse, he would think that you’d just be off to work again, that you’d ignore this, again.

No words were spoken as he fully entered into what was once, a very happy home. His green eyes fell on you sipping on your drink, your legs kicked up on the stool in front of you as you relaxed into the chair. Determined to not let him see the fact you were nothing but a mess, ready to break at any moment.

“Wot’s this then?” He asked even though you both knew he didn’t need to.

He knew damn well what this was. He had wanted to break up for months, maybe even longer. Things had changed or maybe it was just him that changed. One thing he did know for sure was that you weren’t Camille. You’d never be her and well… That was the problem.

Ever since the two had been forced to work together again, Harry had realized that spark for her was still there and the girl was everything you weren’t. Sophisticated, educated, gorgeous down to her bones. Sure, you were pretty but you weren’t the famous type of pretty. No, you were just a boring kindergarten teacher who he happened to cross paths with one day.

“Figured you were smart enough to work that one out for yourself.” Your sharp words were a total contrast to your demeanor. You shrugged, your eyes not bothering to look at him when he gave a short, sarcastic, laugh.

“Yeh gonna pay fo’ this place by yehself?” His arrogant voice rang through the home you now hated with a burning passion. Your glass clinked against the glass of the side table when you sat it down. Your body finally turned just enough to him to see whatever was lurking behind his eyes was anything but remorse.

“Nope. Going to move out once I find a new place. Until then, you can stay wherever you want, not my concern.”

“This is my house, Y/N.” He argued. His patience with you running thin as you stood from your spot. The heat and rage that built in your chest finally came to a breaking point.

“The person who cheats gets to couch surf, you fucking asshole.” You seethed, the anger, pain, and hurt couldn’t stay bottled in any longer even if you tried. Your face burned as you looked at him, your body shaking as you clenched your fist.

“Yeh don’t know shit.” He scoffed not caring one bit that you were seconds away from breaking.

“Oh really? Where were you last night?” You asked, hands on your hips, knowing whatever was about to come out of his mouth was about to be nothing but bullshit.

“With Jeff.”

“Alexa, Call Jeff.” You called out loud enough for the smart device to hear. The color from Harry’s face drained as his and your friends' groggy morning voice came over the speaker.

“Was Harry with you last night?” You asked as you stared directly into Harry’s eyes. Tears clouded your vision as he looked back at you.

“What? No?” Jeff said through his barely awaken state.

“Get the fuck out.” You barked at Harry. Storming towards the door to open it for him.

“Fuck you, Y/N. Jesus, you’re so fuckin' dramatic.” He rolled his eyes as his hands picked up the bags that laid on the floor in front of him. “Yeh got so many damn problems I can’t wait to get away from yeh. Every week it’s somethin’ else. My anxiety this, my depression that. How do expect anyone to be happy around you when you suck the fuckin’ will to live out of everyone?”

“Screw you.” You said through clenched teeth. Your eyes burned from how hard you were crying. You couldn’t believe he had used all those things you confided in him about against you.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck me, I get it. At least I’ll be happy with someone else.” He shook his head at you before he walked out the door. The slam of the wood hitting the frame vibrated the walls, the ceiling, your chest.

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”You heard over your sobbing but you couldn’t calm down enough to stop. Your arms wrapped around yourself in a hug as you nodded your head, knowing he couldn’t see it but it was the only type of communication you could do right now. Your heart felt like it was literally ripped from your chest.

>>>

The words Harry said ran through your mind more than you’d ever like to admit. Late at night as you laid in bed staring up at the ceiling of your new apartment you wondered if it was true. If you did force people away from you with all your problems. If you chased him away from you.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time you were alone or had a moment of peace it was the first thing that popped into your head.

Maybe you were the problem all along. It made sense, you were the common denominator in all your relationships that ended terrible. All your relationships ended terrible and now you realized, it was because of you.

“That’s not true.” Jeff said softly from the other side of the cafe table. His hand reached out to take yours. His thumb running over the back of it as you tried your best to not break down in public.

“Feels like it.” You mumbled. The fork in your other hand pushed the food on your plate around.

“It’s not true. You have so many friends and we all love you. Harry was a dick.” His irritated voice brought a slight smile to the edge of your lips. Jeff had somehow become your life line in the last few weeks.

He had brought you groceries, sat with you when you cried into a tub of ice cream, held your hair back when you tried to drink your feelings away with cheap liquor. He had been an amazing friend, not that he wasn’t one before but now that you two had more time one-on-one, you realized how sweet he could be and how great he was at cheering you up.

“Want me to kick him?” He asked, his big toothy smile across his face when you finally let out a laugh, one he hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.

Whatever small sense of normalcy you were feeling again was short-lived. The bell on the door sent you crashing back down to reality when you saw the head of brown curls enter into the building. A pretty blonde on his arm, smiling brightly up to him like he had just told the world's best joke.

“Fuck.” Jeff said under his breath. The hand connected to yours quickly pulled you up from your seat. His arm around your shoulders, trying to block you from their sight as he guided you towards the door.

“Thanks for taking the trash out, Jeff.” She said in the sickeningly sweet voice. A gloating smile across her face when she looked at you.

Your already low self esteem dropped to deeps you couldn’t imagine when your puffy red eyes met Harry’s. For a second, he looked remorseful for what she said. A look of shock briefly fluttered on his face before turning to stone. Not like it surprised you, what he had said had been so much worse.

Jeff shook his head, glaring at Harry before he pulled you fully outside the building. The cool air licked across the wet streaks on your cheek that you hadn’t even realized was there. You sighed, head against Jeff’s chest as he walked you both back to your place.

>>>

Harry laid in bed that night. The image of your defeated face couldn't leave his mind. Your puffy red eyes like you'd been crying for days filled his wandering thoughts.

He couldn't understand why he couldn't get you out of his mind. He swore he wanted this. The urge to leave the relationship built in him for so long and now he laid next to the only person he swore he loved.

So why did he feel so empty?

Memories of you sitting on the couch beside him, reading to him out loud as you stroked your fingers through his hair flooded his mind. The way you'd look down at him with that crooked smile whenever he said something cheeky about the characters in the novel.

He sighed, his hands ran over his face in the darkened room. He couldn't stop, more like, his mind couldn't stop.

The way you hugged him tighter than anyone else he'd ever known.

The way you'd tell him all about the kids in your class and how much they loved him or his music.

Your cooking, God, he even missed the nights when you'd fuck you dinner and you two would end up ordering pizza. He even missed your sad attempt at biscuits that you tried, and failed, to make every month.

He missed your caring nature. How you'd never call anyone rubbish, even if you hated them, even if they'd wronged you in some way.

He turned in his spot in the bed. His eyes focused on the pretty blonde beside him. Her eyes fluttered open at the movement, a smile on her face when she saw him looking at her.

"Love you." She mumbled, her head nuzzled into his chest that felt like it was being ripped out.

The memory of you saying those words for the first time to him popped in his mind. The way your smile lit up the room when he said it back. Your soft lips against his, kissing him with a hunger and passion he'd never felt before. His hips rocking soft waves into yours as he mumbled to words over and over again close to your ear while your climax hit you.

His heart sank. The feeling of regret was an overwhelming black hole in the bottom of his stomach. The eyes that weren't yours blinked back at him.

"I can't do this." He said as he pushed her away. His body rolled out of the bed in an instant, quickly grabbing for his clothes to leave her house as soon as possible.

"You can't be serious." She scoffed, that soft sweet facade she had started to crack under her aggravation.

"I don't love you." He stated as plainly as he could. He thought he loved her, swore he did, but whatever he was feeling towards her wasn't anything more than last.

You were the one by his side through thick and thin. He was just too much of a dumb-ass to notice it before.

"She's not going to take you back." Camille shot back at him as she scooped up the blankets in her hands to cover herself as he started for her front door. "You're going to regret this, Harry."

He sighed, his hand ran through his hair, tongue wetting his lips as his hand rested on the door knob. He shook his head before opening the door without a word back to her.

The only thing he would regret was letting you go.

>>>

The pounding at your door startled you out of your sugar induced ice cream coma. The empty tub fell to the ground with a loud thud and tinkling of the metal spoon skipping across the linoleum floors. The only sound other than the obnoxious loud bangs was coming from your television, the blue light engulfed the small room all around you.

"Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy... Seven times with a kitchen knife. I mean, we've had some disagreements but I hardly think I'm Sid Vicious." Joseph Gordon-Levitt's pleas for Zooey Deschanel to not end things with him echoed against your bare walls.

Pathetic, you thought to be groveling for someone to not leave you, but yet it was so goddamn relatable.

The slamming of a fist against your door brought you back to reality. You groaned the blanket flung off you as you called out that you were coming, to shut up before they woke your neighbors.

"What the fuck do you want?" Was the first thing out of your mouth when you finally opened your front door. The person standing in front of you was the last person you wanted to see right now.

"Please, Y/N, jus'- jus' listen. Okay?" His words stumbled out of his mouth and as much as you wanted to hate him, you couldn't.

You swallowed as you stepped aside for him to come into your apartment. Not wanting your new neighbors to hear all your business. A curt nod of your head was the only answer you gave him. Your arms across your chest as you stared at the floor in front of you. A part of you wanted to hear but the other didn't.

"I- I," He sighed, his fingers tugged his bottom lip to a point as he looked at you. Nerves radiating off him. "'M so sorry, Y/N, for everythin'."

"I think you should go." You said when your lip started to quiver. Tears welling in your eyes again. What you wouldn't give to go 4 hours without bursting into tears.

"Y/N," he said softly his hand cupped your face. His thumb brushing over your cheek to wipe away the tears and for a second, you leaned into the comfort he was giving you.

Until you remembered he was the reason you were hurt.

Your hand smacked his away as you backed up from him. You brows furrowed, your skin that he touched burned like a fresh sunburn when your fingers ran against it.

"Go!" You yelled, your finger pointing towards the door as he stood there dumbfounded.

"No." He said after a long moment of silence. The words shattering the deafening quiet in the room, cutting like a blade through the tension between you two.

"I. Said. To. Leave." You growled from low in your chest. Anger but mostly hurt and pain from the bitter sting of rejection fueled your words.

"Not until I say what I want to say." His fallen face made a pathetic laugh come from you. He had no right to ask or demand for anything from you.

"Don't you get it? You lost your chance to say anything to me!" You didn't try to hold back your emotions that ran through your voice.

"I fucked up, I know but-"

"Goddamn it, Harry. It's not always about you!" You shouted, your arms flung from your chest as you yelled at him. "You ripped my heart out and dangled it in front of me."

"I love yeh, 'm so sorry. 'M so sorry."

"I don't love you." Your voice cracked as you lied to him. Your puffy swollen eyes swarmed in oceans of tears when his own bloodshot watery ones met yours.

"Y'don't mean that." He said quietly his small footsteps across the floor inched closer and closer to you. Your head nodding that yes you did mean it as you choked out a sob.

"I do mean it." You lied more. Your lips trembled in time with your tears as he grew closer. Your back against the wall, literally, when he finally stood in front of you.

"Know yeh don't. Know yeh jus' want to hurt me like I did to yeh." He muttered, his hand pushed away the few strands of hair that bad fallen into your face. "Yeh can hurt me how ever yeh want fo' the rest of m'life if yeh give me a second chance."

His words stung. Your head buried deep in his chest as your hand grasped on his shirt, and the last bit of sanity you had left floating through your mind.

"I'd do anythin', love. Please." He begged his head rested against your forehead. His chest pressed against yours, his cologne filling the air around you.

Your eyes fluttered open just enough to see him look as wrecked as you felt. His eyes sunken with dark circles, hair a mess, tears down his own face.

Maybe you'd hate yourself and curse yourself one day for this but you couldn't deny the truth.

You were totally fucked for him.

Without another moment of thought or argument running in your mind, your lifted your lips to his. Those soft cushions felt like home against your own. A weight you didn't realize you had laying in your chest lifted when his hands cupped your face, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

His tongue dominating your own when you parted your lips for him. Warm sensations of being close to him like this again ran down your spine as you tugged him towards your bedroom.

A smile formed on your lips as you both stumbled over the threshold to your room. The wrecklessness of trusting him again with your heart never crossed your mind for more than a second.

If anyone was ever going to destroy you, you'd gladly let it be him.

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Childhood Friends

Ukai Keishin One-Shot

Plot - Y/N (gender neutral) is going home, for the first time in 12 years, to start their new career in Miyagi. They never thought they would run into their old best friend, and they certainly didn’t think it would go like this.

word count - 1.3k

A/N - This is my first ever one-shot so pls be nice bc I will literally cry. I hope y'all like it tho bc I do hehe.

This was it. You were finally returning to Miyagi. It’s been years since you last stepped foot in your hometown, being forced to move all the way to Osaka at the age of 10. Your nerves were off the charts, but you were also extremely excited. You left so many memories behind when you departed, both good and bad. To be completely honest, you had no intentions of ever returning, there was nothing left for you here aside from lost connections and old memories, but that all changed when you got your dream job as a teacher at the reputable Shiratorizawa Academy. Not only was the school widely known for their powerhouse sports teams, but they were one of the best schools academically as well.

You had to take the train to get there seeing as you did not have a car, hiring a moving company for your few belongings to the small house you had purchased. Thankfully the area has a good public transportation system because after buying the house and moving all the way across the country you, quite frankly, did not have the money to get a car yet. The train ride finally came to a stop putting an end to your long trip to your new home. You grabbed your small suitcase that you decided to bring along with you containing anything you deemed important enough to keep by your side, an extra change of clothes, chargers, your laptop, etc. “Now arriving at Sendai Station.” announced the pre-recorded voice before the doors of the train opened and people began piling out of the car. You made your way out of the station and into the streets of Miyagi, ready to start your new life.

About to begin your walk to your house, your stomach suddenly growled, and it was LOUD. ‘Hmm maybe I should stop by a convenience store on my way home to grab some meat buns.’ you began to think. Afterall you wouldn’t have time to make an extravagant meal with all the unpacking an organizing you would have to get done today, seeing as tomorrow was Sunday and the following day you started your new job. Pulling out your phone you quickly googled convenience stores near you, looking for an option that would be on your way home. “Oh, this one is only 1 street off-course!” you announced to no one but yourself. “Hmm Sakanoshita store… looks cute!” and thus you began your trek.

After 15 painful minutes of walking the store came into view, you couldn’t have been more excited to eat a meat bun. Pulling the door open, the bell rang to signal your arrival. “One minute!!” announced a gravelly voice from the back room of the store. “Take your time! I’ll be shopping around a bit!” you shouted back and began your shopping. Of course, you made sure to go up and down every aisle just in case you saw something you didn’t previously think of. You heard the worker come out of the back room and suddenly felt an intense gaze on your back. Trying to ignore it you made your final selections and turned to go check out.

That’s when you saw him. The most attractive man you had ever seen. Long blond hair, tan skin, piercings, and an effortlessly casual style. He was, quite frankly, your dream guy. Realizing you had been staring, you snapped out of it, blush encroaching your cheeks. You brought your purchases up to the counter, going with a meat bun, a bottle of green tea, and some pocky as a tiny dessert. You couldn’t help the feeling that this beautiful cashier was staring at you a little too hard, however. “Excuse me miss, hope this isn’t weird, but do I know you from somewhere?” he suddenly asked you. Thinking about his question and studying you replied “I don’t believe so, I only just moved into town today, so I’m fairly new. I did live here for a while when I was just a kid though.” Suddenly he looked as though a lightbulb had gone off over his head, “Wait?! Y/n?!!! Is that you?” “How did you know my name??” you quickly retorted feeling a little creeped out. “It’s me! Ukai, Ukai Keishin!” he exclaimed. That’s when it all clicked. Keishin, how could you ever forget his beautiful face.

Keishin happened to be your neighbor when you lived in Miyagi previously. He also happened to be your first love. You could not be more ecstatic to finally see him again. Your best friend of 5 years that you so abruptly had to leave, the first boy you ever crushed on, and someone you had desperately wished you could have stayed in contact with. “Oh my God! Keishin how are you?? How have you been?? Any lady friends??” of course you had to throw that little question in there with a suggestive look on your face, you were an open book as always, having a filter was something you struggled with, but you didn’t mind. “I’ve been really good. And no, to be honest I haven’t had any serious relationships. How about you? What brought you back to Miyagi.” “I actually just got a job teaching at Shiratorizawa and of course there was no way I could turn that down so here I am. And no, no relationships for me, unfortunately.” Of course, what you couldn’t tell him was that your feelings for him just never seemed to go away, even in High School when you started to crush on other boys he was always at the back of your mind. How could you forget someone you always considered your soul mate? Having clicked so effortlessly that was the only logical explanation you could come to. “That’s amazing! They’re a great school and they’re lucky to have you. And I’m glad to see you back, Y/n. It never was the same after you left.” He responded, “You know, I never could seem to forget the moment you came to say goodbye to me and the letter you wrote me.” Letter? What letter? Racking your brain for any memory of writing him a letter and it hit you. You had confessed. How could you forget something that important? You were immediately a blushing mess, the guy you have been in love with since you were only 5 years old was standing in front of you and he knew you liked him, at least at one point in time. “Oh, haha, that letter.” God could you be any more obvious and uncomfortable. “Yeah, I was ecstatic to find out that my first love felt the same way.” Wait, what? You looked up abruptly, making eye contact immediately. “You know, y/n, it’s been a while and I have no idea what kind of person you’ve become. BUT I would be lying to you if I said my feelings weren’t still lingering, especially after seeing how beautiful you’ve become.” God he was smooth, you didn’t know how to react, so you stayed silent just staring with a bright red face. “How about you let me take you out to dinner one night this week? I would love to catch up with you, we can consider it a long-owed date seeing as I never did get to take you on a ‘date’ back when we were kids.” There was only one word to describe how you felt right now: shocked. You were in awe of everything happening, you moved home to your childhood town and here was your childhood best friend and first love standing in front of you asking you on a date. Hell-of-a first day back in town. Knowing you couldn’t leave him hanging any longer you decided on your response. “I would love that Keishin.”

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Best Friends; Matthew Gray Gubler

a/n: THE AMOUNT OF SERATONIN THIS GAVE ME WAS INSANE IM CRYING OMG

description: you’re a makeup artist and mgg is just...outgoing.

K BUT IMAGINE BROS

You’re just a regular ol’ makeup artist (and in this fantasy world, makeup artists are TRAINED TO DO MAKEUP ON POC BECAUSE THEY ALREADY SHOULD BE). It’s season 13 of Criminal Minds and this is your first time working on set because the show you’d been spending the majority of your career on just ended.

You had met the cast and crew at the start up party a few weeks ago, but this was the day. The pressure was on. (Not really, it’s just makeup lol). Anyway, so you’d already set up in the makeup trailer alongside the other artist. Today, scenes were going to be filmed just in the Bureau, so no gore. You doubled checked your list just before 5 am, ready to cross off each actor and actress you were assigned.

“You nervous?” You heard the other stylist, Henry, ask you.

You turned to him, setting down your clipboard. You leaned against the counter and crossed your arms over your sweatshirt clad shirt. You were dressed down because it was so early- a Disney sweatshirt, jeans, slip on Vans, and your glasses instead of your contacts.

“Yeah, a little bit,” you chuckled.

Henry grinned at you, “Don’t be, hun. They’re all really great people.”

“I know, it’s just- I just feel awkward at first, grabbing people’s faces. I know I’m trained for it, but it takes a bit to settle into with new people,” you explained yourself, wiping your sweaty palms off on your jeans.

Henry opened his mouth, but a series of knocks resounded off of the door. You both turned towards it before Henry said, “It’s time.”

You giggled at his dramatic spectacular, turning to wash your hands as Henry let in the first cast members. Aisha and Joe stepped into the trailer. They greeted you with open arms, wide smiles, goofy jokes and polite goodbyes. You felt giddy, high, almost, when they walked out the door.

“So?” Henry asked as you both began to disinfect your areas.

“I feel so much better,” you grinned, folding a towel in half.

The rest of the cast flew past, already making great companionship with you. Henry, too, continued to get to know you between eyeshadow brushes and hairspray. Finally, the last person knocked on the door. It was nearing 6:30 AM, and you were somewhat tired. You yawned into your palm, sighing gently as Matthew Gray Gubler walked in.

“Hello, lady and germ!” He bounded to his chair, the biggest grin on his expression, a coffee cup in hand, and the other shoved into his character pants.

You jumped somewhat in surprised and he laughed at you. “You’re new.”

“Yeah, hi, we met at the party, Y/N,” you reached out your non-yawn hand and shook the one he pulled from his pocket.

“Ah, yes, I remember well. You were wearing very pretty eyeshadow. Green, right? It reminded me of Elpheba, but it definitely brought out the flecks in your eyes,” he rambled on, unashamedly and confidently.

Additionally, he barely made eye contact, it was more here and there as he busied himself with sitting down and crossing his legs. When he was settled, he met your eyes firmly and looked you up and down.

“Except now your wearing glasses.”

Henry laughed at your deadpan expression. Matthew chuckled lightly, too. Henry spoke, “She’s new, remember? Very talkative, but new. And tired, I guess.”

You nodded slightly, “Yes to both. Overwhelmed a little. I like the effort, but I’m not used to your energy. Give me ten minutes, and I promise I’ll get distracted from doing your makeup because I’ll be exchanging sarcastic remarks.”

“Only my character is a profiler, but I can see it,” Matthew spoke and took a sip of his coffee. He then reached to set it down on the makeup counter before hesitating. “Do you have a coaster?”

“Wait, yes, I do! I made sure to bring some just in case. At my old job, we constantly had people leaving rings of coffee on the counter.” You rushed over to your tote bag, which was set on the couch. You rummaged through it as Henry spoke to Matthew, messing about with his hair.

You found the coasters your sister had hand-painted, which ranged from pumpkin to dinosaur designs. You held them out in front of Matthew, who pulled his head from Henry’s hands to look at them.

“Oh, my Gosh! Pumpkins! Defintiley pumpkins!” He pointed excitedly at the coaster in your right hand.

You giggled and set the coaster onto the counter. Matthew thanked you as you politely took his cup and placed it on top of the design.

“I take it you’re a fan of Halloween?” You spoke as you set the others down beside your makeup supplies.

You sat down in the seat beside Matthews, awaiting him as he got his hair done.

He hummed in response, “It’s my favorite holiday.”

“My birthday is two days prior,” you bragged lightly.

Matthew gasped, turning his head to you. “No way! Oh, we are so totally throwing the best Halloween slash birthday party bash this year, then.”

You flushed at his excitement. “You barely know me.” You laughed somewhat.

Matthew shrugged as Henry frustratedly pulled his head back forward. “Stop moving!”

“We’ll be best friends by then, I guarantee it,” he stated.

“Really? Well, shouldn’t best friends know each other’s favorite colors. Favorite foods, movies...”

“Purple, everything except for plain bread, Hocus Pocus...or-“

“No! No ‘ors.’ Final answers only,” you adjusted your glasses and leaned forward.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye and smiled like he had been played. “Hm. Okay. Hocus Pocus it is then.”

“Of course it’s a Halloween movie,” you giggled.

Matthew grinned at that. “Let’s year yours, then, bestie.”

“Okay...” you sighed, tapping your chin, “pink is my favorite color. I love sushie and every other food, but specifically Chinese food is my favorite. And...I can watch Edward Scissorhands like it’s nobody business.”

“Ugh! A classic! I love that film!” Matthew exclaimed.

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes! I’ve loved it since i was literally a child. My mom says it’s creepy, but I disagree. It’s beautiful. The themes and symbolism are beautiful. Ugh, plus that ice sculpture scene? Unbeatable. Winona Ryder does such a wonderful job portraying innocence which turns into wicked obsession... and Johnny Depp is just gorgeous...”

You trailed off as you realized you were rambling and Matthew was staring at you with sparkling eyes, a slack jaw, and the lightest imprint of his dimples.

“Sorry,” you scratched your leg, practically falling in on yourself.

Matthew scrunched his nose as Henry sighed. “All done. Your turn, chica.”

You stood from your chair and brushed your hair behind your ears. Matthew took your spot, wriggling in it. “Thanks for making it so warm.”

You smiled as you washed your hands. “You welcome.”

Henry touched your shoulder to gain your attention. “I’m going to go get coffee. Want some?”

“Uh, tea, please. Green, with two sweet n low packets,” you listed off.

He nodded and turned to leave. “Thanks so much!” You shouted as he left.

Matthew watched you through the mirror as you began plucking through your materials. You got to work, feeling all flustered now that you were up in his business.

When your hands moved to his face, he hummed. You furrowed your brows and pulled back somewhat.

“Sorry. Your hands are pleasantly warm. I knew that they would be because you’re just very bubbly, but it was still surprisingly wonderful,” he folded his hands in his lap.

“I like the way you talk,” you blurred out. You pursed your lips and looked away from his eyes, continuing to work on his foundation.

“I like the way you blush at everything,” Matthew echoed.

You blushed again. “Sorry. I’m just-“

“Not very outgoing. I can tell.”

“I thought you weren’t a profiler?”

“I’m not. But I’m super duper outgoing, so I can tell when others aren’t. You’re bubbly, but it takes someone who shares your personality to get it out of you,” he rattled off as if he were an expert.

“You seem to know me very well now,” you laughed gently.

“Guess were best friends already, then.”

You leaned back, propping your hands on your hips. “I think we’re, like, soulmates.”

Matthew quirked a brow, “I guess so? But why do you think?”

“Look at your sweatshirt,” you tugged on your own.

His eyes flickered from yours to his. His eyes widened and his jaw went wide. “Oh, my gosh! No way! We have to document this moment on camera.”

“Really?” You giggled as he stood, towering over you.

“Yes! Henry, come quicker!”

The door had swung open when Matthew stood, and Henry ran up the steps. “What’s wrong?”

“You have to take our picture,” Matthew exclaimed, swinging his arm around your shoulders and holding you flush against his side.

Henry looked you up and down and finally noticed your sweatshirts. “Oh, my God, you’re, like, totally mean to be. Let me get my phone.”

After a photo session consisting of many different poses (silly faces, Matthew squishing your cheeks, tugging you onto his back, nearly falling over as he swung his leg into your arms) you finally got him sat back down in his chair.

“Let’s tackle these eye bags.”

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[angelicichor]

We really really really need a pt 2 nsfw slasher hc’s , maybe this time include Jason aswell ? Only if you want to of course 💋

more N//SF//W it is.

Don’t worry the yearning is strong today so I’m more than willing to continue. 

Starting soft:

Bubba Sawyer:

• Fight me on this, but Bubba is ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE IN EVERYTHING HE DOES.

• He’s an obedient boy, always looking out for you, be it during the day or at night when finally, FINALLY his brother/s leave you alone.

• And then you’re sitting on the bed, he’s below you, doing his best eating you tf out, that sloppy tongue making you a wet, slippery mess. And be sure that Bubba goes DEEP. 

• He’s a strong man, so his hair is your driving stick, pull him in when you want him deeper, tug it when he’s going too fast, growl at him if his teeth touches your sex, you’ll soon find out that he’s very, VERY responsive.

• He’ll worship your body, from your magnificent hair, through your beautiful face, your waist, your fingers, even your feet if you want him to, he’ll make you feel like a divine being with his shaky touch, his unsure hands that have touched you so many times but still feel like you’re going to disappear if he touches you wrong. Gosh, he’s adorable.

• Ride him, for god’s sake! He’s a mess underneath you, squirming, whining, moaning something that sounds like your name and when you smile at him, replying to his call, he literally melts. 

• Through all this adorable stuff it’s often difficult to remember that this man is an absolute beast if you let him off the leash.

• The last time you told him it’s okay to take the lead he was groping you in a heart beat, trembling hands squeezing your curves through your clothing, making you bend under his weight, the room just filling with his arousal as he ripped your poor shirt from your chest and you squeaked in surprise. Well, there goes that.

• He grabbed your hands above your head, keeping both in his one, as the other palmed your face, exploring it’s features closely and if you didn’t know better you’d think he was thinking of making a mask out of you.

• He wasn’t, but he thought it would be absolutely stunning if he did and he’d never make another because you’re just too perfect for him.

• Soon enough his tongue’s over your nipples, licking, sucking and biting, taking in your smell and taste, his hand squeezing onto your thighs, awestruck at how soft they felt in his calloused hands.

• He’s a messy lover, that’s for sure, but his hot breath makes everything just so much better.

• You felt more of his weight moving onto you as his hips grinding against your leg, the tent in his pants way too obvious to be ignored and you couldn’t help but whimper, wondering what he was going to do to you.

• He’s quick to answer your mute question, as he rips your pants off you and janks his own belt and clothes down, pushing your legs apart before him, a nervous yet aroused giggle leaving him just before he slips into you, taking your breath away.

• Excuse him, he isn’t that well versed in preparing a lover for his adoration. Good thing you were already horny as all hell.

• His thrusts are fast, uneven and heavy, with every move you can feel yourself sink into the mattress, his weight crushing your frailer body and it’s just too fucking good. He’s so big, so damn warm and smells so goddamn sweet and the way he squeezes your breast is so hungry you’re afraid he’s going to bite it off.

• He doesn’t but his teeth find their way onto you anyhow as he moans and grunts with your neck in his mouth, leaving a big, fat mark and drawing just a tiny bit of blood. It’s adorable that he’s afraid to hurt you even when he’s allowed to.

• When he’s about to cum he cups your face and whimpers nervously, asking for your allowance. Nod and he’ll have you dripping with his head, shake your head and he’ll pull out with a cry, heartbroken that he has to abandon your warm insides and leaving a hot, thick trail of cum on your belly.

• He quickly perks up watching you breath heavy underneath him, covered in his come. Bubba will never get over how beautiful you are, NEVER.

Jason Voorhees:

• Fight me on this, but I believe Jason is actually less reserved about sex than what people often think. I believe he understands what’s the main focus of the activity and what is means for the people involved, his mommy was a smart woman, she most likely explained to him all the stuff about birds and bees.

• But tell me you wouldn’t feel like murder if a group of unattended teenagers/young adults invaded your place of death and started fucking? It’s the worst thing and after that is somebody screwing on your front yard. In Jason’s cause, it’s both.

• Still, he’s definitely a virgin, so starting off everything is pure instinct. 

• That’s a good thing though, because instinct is how he learned to kill, to hunt and to survive, that and probably some books.

• Starting off he’s gonna fuck like he hunts - Holding you in his iron grip, squeezing your body tight, his gaze focused on you and you only, it’s as terrifying as it is arousing, and his relentless thrusting ain’t helping nobody. 

• Good thing he actually cares about your consent and instructions before, preparing you with his long tongue and thick fingers, following your every demand, not breaking eye contact, so he can see that he’s doing it right, that man rarely blinks, get used to it. 

• By the way his tongue is AMAZING?? If you gave him a cherry he’d definitely be able to tie a knot, it’s just that goddamn good and once it leaves you it’ll leave and empty, needy void that he’s more than happy to fill with his enormous cock.

• And here’s the bad thing - no matter what, you’re gonna be so sore after your first time. Jason’s a tight fit, probably not even coming in fully, because as the slasher community is well aware of - Momma’s boy is one of the biggest guys around.

• So you’ll be definitely moaning and screaming his name into the woods, overcome with joy, pleasure and sweet pain.

• Don’t worry, he WILL carry you to bed. It’s his fault that you’re outside anyways, he just couldn’t handle you being so close and so adorable anymore, so he hopes his jacket is thick enough to counteract the harsh wood behind you.

• Once he learns that you can enjoy a slower pace too, he’ll make sure to take his time with you, teasing you lovingly with a bright smile on his face, it’s really unfair, but don’t complain, you love it.

• While he’s a good boy™ don’t expect him to be as submissive as Bubba. He’s well aware of how strong he is and isn’t afraid to use this strength to overpower you and make you shiver under his touch.

• Jason isn’t a sadist, at least he swears he isn’t, but there is a certain glint in his eyes when you tremble as he closes his huge hand around your neck, aware that he could snap it in a second, but trusting him not to do that.

• Don’t worry, he’d never hurt you without your consent.

• Still, Jason’s a playful boy. Rough house with him and if you win (aka. he takes mercy on you and let’s you win) he’ll give you a bit of control. You lose it as soon as his dick slips into you though, but enjoy the moments of glory he’s happy to provide you with.

• His biggest kink though, which he’s a bit ashamed and disappointed with himself to admit, is hunting. He’s been literally resurrected to hunt and damn it if it doesn’t make his cold heart beat faster when he sees you put on some more comfortable shoes and look at him to start counting 5 minutes, giving you a head start. You’ll need it.

• You can’t see his amused head tilt as he cheats a bit and watches you run into the thick of the forest, but not following you yet, it’s always more fun when you think he doesn’t know where you are.

• It’s during those hunts that you remember that he IS the Crystal Lake Killer. Everything about him scream terror as he scans the surrounding for you, his heavy steps completely silent, how, you have no idea. He’s tall, muscular and dressed to kill, if he took of his jacket you can see how his muscles shift under each breath he takes. You realize how powerful his arms are when with one swift motion he hurls a bunch of boats down to see if you’re not hiding under one of them, his senses sharp enough to catch a small crunch of leaves under your foot as you shift towards a building and he follows. 

• The wooden boards creak in complaint under his weight and you hide in a closet in alarm, your breathing quick and uneven, you can feel your whole body tensing as he passes the old piece of furniture and moves onto the beds. There’s a quiet squeak as you can hear him lifting one of them, letting it fall down with a loud thud when he realized nobody’s there.

• But the sound was just loud enough for you to let out a silenced squeak. Don’t worry, he heard that.

• You can see his shadow in front of the wardrobe and you’re trembling, fear mixing with excitement, part of you screaming that you’re going to die and the other adding “in the best possible way”.

• And that thought makes you whimper almost silently, but his quiet laughter let’s you know he heard, knocking onto the slightly open door politely, mocking you for losing. In a fit of rebellious spirit you stand up and pull the wardrobe closed, there’s a moment of silence.

• There’s a huff and before you know it he has pulled both doors open, leaning inside with a small head tilt, eyes smiling devilishly.

•“Not fair…” you whimper and his body shakes under his voiceless chuckle. He knows, you little cutie, you!

• He takes you right there and then, making your clothes nothing more than garbage with the precise cut of his machete, the cold metal making you shiver, arousal building even more as the realization that you’re at his mercy hits you, hard. “Be nice… okay?” you ask and he lifts his mask up just enough for you to see him mouthing the word “no” and smashing his lips into a heated kiss with you, squeezing your ass in his huge hands, lifting you up onto his cock. 

• You tear up at the sheer size of this thing spreading you open and you know you’re in trouble. He knows it too, but in his attempt to humor your wish just a little bit he lets you adjust, pushing you back into the wardrobe and pressing his hand onto the old wood to stabilize himself as he still held you, warming you with his length, pressing his masked forehead against yours, watching as your eyes flutter closed and then open, gaze filled with lust, but don’t worry, his is exactly the same. 

• Once he can feel you getting wet around him there’s no more mercy, he thrusts into you, relishing in your offended gasp, his eyes sparking with amusement, before he starts fucking you senseless.

• You ain’t leaving until cum’s spiling out of you, darling.

• When he’s done with you, however, you can expect a load of kisses, hugs, nuzzles and gentle caresses in the cabin. He’ll make you tea too and once he’s sure you’ve calmed down he’ll go around the camp looking for books for you to read. You ain’t gonna be walking tomorrow.

• Once you can walk you can go to his momma to tell her that her son is a BULLY.

• How rude.

Trigger warning for the next boy: blood play, bdsm, abuse??, some might call it that, cutting, hitting, Mikey is a nasty fuck ok?

Michael Myers (OG)

•  When I think about the original Shape of Haddonfield all I can think of is one word - Beg.

• Mikey is the definition of a dom, rough, cold, decisive, unshaken. Some may argue you’d be better of if he just killed you, but one way or another you ended up as his fuck toy obsession.

• Call him Daddy, Master, Sir, any of those will get you on his good side during sex, but even his good side is BAD.

• This man has barely any limits when it comes to using you, sure, sometimes he’ll just push you onto the bed and lazily take you, his hips hitting you like an iron pump, but that’s rare. Most of the time he comes to you is to ruin you and you’re lucky if you live alone.

• He loves fucking your face, tilling your face back and making you choke on his dick repeatedly, only giving you seconds to breathe or to swallow back puke if it comes to that. If you see him grabbing a knife in the morning or just notice on of your missing, don’t eat that day. Just a precaution. 

• No matter how he takes you choking is a must and not just lightly gripping your throat, no, he will make a mark, you’re his and the world needs to know. Nobody else is allowed to touch you, he’s even showing mercy by letting people talk to you when he’s around. You threw a fit about it at one point and while he made sure to leave you bruised and used as punishment, he understood.

• There’s just no back talking him, ever. 

• While he’s well capable of destroying you with his bare hands a knife is Michael’s best friend and some friends are worth taking to bed.

• There’s many scars on your body and only one or two are from before meeting him, you can’t count the sheets he ruined when something in his head sang for you to bleed, his hands painting you in red, pushing your blood deep down your throat, a raging bliss in his eyes as you cried underneath him, getting dizzy, weak, cold. That man doesn’t know how much blood you can lose and honestly he just doesn’t care. If you faint he will patch you up, but most likely not because of concern, he’d just hate to lose a grateful toy like you.

• Speaking of which, he LOVES it when you thank him for fucking you, when you beg for him to fill you up or to let you finish, if you don’t beg, you ain’t getting anything.

• He’ll make you sit on all fours before him, gripping your hair tightly, forcing you to look him in the eye and slapping your face if you dare turn your eyes away, but don’t worry, the slap is almost loving, your face is the only thing he won’t scar or bruise, he actually likes it, well, he likes all of you, won’t admit it though, but you can’t make those adorable expressions if your face is all swollen, right?

• His biggest kink is fucking on corpses and YES, he has forced you to do that, you should know what you’re singing up for when asking MICHAEL-fucking-MYERS to be your mate. Yeah, mate, that man ain’t boyfriend material, I’m sorry.

• Surprisingly he isn’t that much into tying you up - why waste tame on that when he can keep you still with his hands and a simple knife?

• DON’T EVER ASK HIM TO BE SUBMISSIVE. This is a threat.

• Bitting, hitting, pushing and pulling his hair are forbidden. He can accepts scratches though, they feel pleasant. Also if he ever get’s high or drunk you might get to cut him. He’s a daredevil when intoxicated and seeing how much pain his body can handle sets something off in him. Still won’t submit to you though.

• To be honest the most docile you’ll ever see him is from the morning in the kitchen. He’ll laze up to you, enveloping you in his arms, pressing you firm against his powerful chest so you can feel his body rumble in a sleepy purr. 

• While he never takes time to do aftercare with you (unless you get a panic attack, then he’ll just pin you down until you calm down), at those times you can sometimes hear small, caring phrases like “mine”, “you okay?” and “darling”. I know, shocking, but there’s SOME human in there still. 

•“You okay?” he asks, voice deep and hoarse form the lack of use, but so damn handsome. You stop breathing, unsure if you didn’t accidentally die and go to heaven, but no, the way he grips you makes your bruises from yesterday hurt, this ain’t heaven, darling. “Y…yes, I’m fine…” you murmur back and all too suddenly you can feel his nails digging into your skin. “I’m fine…what?” he growls and you search your head for an answer, panicking lightly. Finally something clicks. “Yes, I-I’m fine… Sir.” you say and he hums in approval, letting you go for a second to turn you towards him, his mask lifting for a millisecond so he can kiss your forehead. “Adorable.” you hear him say, before he shifts away, grabbing one of your knives and leaving.

• And all you can think is - ‘but… my hips are still dying…’ Because you know damn well what will happen when he comes back tonight.

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[what-breaks-my-heart]

Here are some brief thoughts on kdrama that started airing in 2020 that I've watched. I said brief, but those who have been following me would appreciate that this is indeed, brief.

The list is in alphabetical order.

1. 365: Repeat the Year (MBC)

Disclosure: I am a HUGE Lee Joon Hyuk stan. He is second only to Hyun Bin on my list. The fact that this drama is on the top of this list is a happy coincidence 🥰🥰

I was soooooooo excited when I knew Lee Joon Hyuk was to star in a new drama. MBC made the announcement of the drama late last year, and I was literally walking to the office when I saw the announcement on ig.

The premise of the drama was pretty straightforward. 10 people were given the chance to travel back in time exactly one year prior. Mysterious things kept happening to the people who took the trip, so our Detective Ji “Fluffy-Hair” Hyung Joo and webtoon writer Shin “Self-Hater” Ga Hyun joined hands to figure out what exactly happened.

Once they finally figured out what caused the mysterious cases, they faced a great dilemma on what to do, with our Fluffy Hair detective running as a fugitive.

The ending was really sad, and I really wished it ended differently, but the main character of the story was our Fluffy Hair detective, and him having to live on and reset the whole thing from the new past was a nice touch to the ending.

This drama was full of surprises, twist and turn, and it is certainly a drama I would consider rewatching in the future.

2. Do You Like Brahms? (SBS)

Many people criticised the second half of this drama. Apparently the year 2020 is the year when kdramaland keeps being a disappointment, and many people are quick to include this drama in the list of disappointing drama, despite having a good beginning.

I beg to differ though. To me this drama feels more of a healing drama, wherein the characters are forced to deal with their issues. And anyone who has had to go through any form of therapy knows how hard healing process is.

TL;DR: The main leads are both people who have been mentally abused by the people around them, except for Cha Young In, because she was the only reason I did not throw my remote control at my 50-inch TV.

Park Joon Young is your classic example of a ‘gifted kid’ struggle. He was seen as a young, talented pianist who had a bright future ahead of him. But people started to treat him more like a trophy than a human being, so he decided to take a sabbatical, much to the criticism of people in the music industry. Park Joon Young realised that his passion in playing the piano has faded away, no thanks to his abusive piano professor who belittled him again and again, and practically brainwashed him into being a people pleaser. You could see how Park Joon Young was not himself in the beginning of the drama once you finish the drama.

Chae Song Ah took interest in violin at a later age (much later than professional musicians) and decided to pursue her dream by enrolling into a music programme. Her classmates were all younger than her, and it didn’t help that they all learnt music since much younger. I love how Song Ah did not give up on her dream easily and gave it her all, before she finally decided to let go of her dream to become a musician. The metaphor of her love for violin and Joon Young hurting her again and again and she just endured it though.. I cried like a mess well I am a mess but that’s a separate issue

Special shout out to Cha Young In who was there for both of them.

3. Flower of Evil (tvN)

If thriller is your thing, consider this drama. If you are one of those people who like to see your characters being tortured (physically and mentally), this drama is a MUST WATCH. And if you enjoy watching Lee Joon Ki playing a character who is put at a great distress because he is trying to run from his past, go watch this drama.

More importantly, if you enjoy a drama where your ML is sexy, attends to house chores and takes care of his bright young daughter while his wife goes crazy for solving violent crimes, a devoted husband who is attentive and a tender person but also a freak in the sheets, you are wasting every single of your breath not watching this drama.

I mean look at this man teasing his wife about his stamina.

Flower of Evil did not feel draggy at all. Everything that happened within the first 6 episodes could have been an entire drama if this was written by someone else. Seriously, this drama kept me at the edge of my couch!

The dynamic of HS and JW screams POWER COUPLE but at the same time it broke my heart how they were pushed into corners too many times by the people around them I do hope they had some sexy times while they were in the corners though

The focus on their wedding rings throughout the drama symbolised their unbreakable bond. The wedding rings were literally the very last thing that kept them together when JW stumbled upon evidences that pointed against HS.

JW, whose compass was only trusting what she saw, and not what she heard, tried to break the stigma of women being at a disadvantage in the police force. Heck, she was better than her entire team when it came to solving cases, her being the only woman in the team. Who said women cannot make good cops?

The plot twist though.. And the climax.. To this day, I still listen to this soundtrack from the drama and cry just thinking of the climax.

4. Into the Ring (also known as Memorials) (KBS2)

I didn’t even plan on watching this drama. I was channel surfing and saw Park Sung Hoon looking all depressed in the first episode and ran into Koo Se Ra. Girl was UNHINGED and determined to fight for her way.

Her motivation was initially on getting a stable pay check from being a district representative (it was only 60 million won which is like USD55k so it’s not that much) but she eventually became the district representative who fought for the benefit of the people and did not care for the political warfare that took place.

Came along Seo Gong Myung, a government officer in the local government office who was demoted from planning unit of the accounting department or something to be a secretariat to the district assembly. Seo Gong Myung sticks to his principle no matter what, which surprise surprise, is HATED by everyone in the district government.

Turns out our main leads were friends when they were kids so Se Ra kept teasing him and dragging him into her scheme of fighting for the people, which Gong Myung agreed to, not so much because he was a community-loving person, but because he was afraid Se Ra would get into trouble since she was as straight as a ruler.

Long story short, our leads fell for each other, and their relationship was HILAIROUS to watch. I think I speak for everyone who watched the drama that we had no reason to believe Se Ra did not peg Gong Myung for fun 😝😝

They were so cute together awwww

5. Kairos (MBC)

This is another drama that I stumbled into. Only this time, I saw Nam Gyu Ri and I remember seeing her ig post on a new drama so I decided to give it a go. She wrecked my heart in 49 Days so I decided to check this out for funsies. Hooo boy was I in for a major surprise.

The first two episodes got me hooketh!! I still cannot believe how the drama managed to keep me on my edge especially during the last 5 minutes of every episode. The pacing is even faster than Flower of Evil, and since this drama went back and forth between past and future, it keeps me guessing whether their efforts would bear fruit.

Will Kim “Sexy Brain” Seo Jin  and Han “I-Know-No-Fear” Ae Ri succeed in fighting the evil, who at this point in time remains unknown? I know Chairman Yoo Seo Il is currently being hinted as the culprit behind everything but I know better that he is just a puppet who sold his soul to the real devil who most likely is in the higher ranks in politics. I mean he even hinted at his remorse for what happened with Taejung Town 19 years prior. My suspicion is he is trying to cover up whatever happened because otherwise his own family would be at risk, so his only option is to redeem himself by doing something about the Taejung Town. I could be wrong, but regardless of who turns out to be the real villain in the story, I can say I am so satisfied by how the story has progressed so far.

The time paradox still hurts my brain, but I am choosing that this drama does not assume that time is linear.

There is still not enough people watching this drama and I’m begging you all to go and catch up before it ends in two weeks time.

6. More than Friends (JTBC)

A little trivia: I reblog most of the posts from @kdramastuff even if I am not watching the show at the point of reblogging the posts. I had been following her posts on this drama for 3 weeks, and I finally decided to marathon all 6 episodes and joined the watching party.

More than Friends was another drama that many people called a disappointment but I had a different opinion on it. Yes, I used to be the nerd who had different opinions on many things in high school sue me

The drama is premised on Kyung Woo Yeon who is said to have a crush on her high school friend, Lee Soo for 10 years. Lee Soo is nowhere near to be the perfect boyfriend material. He is selfish, does not care about other people’s feelings, and was always a lone ranger.

BUUUUUUT, Lee Soo seemed to show signs of care and affection (even though it was not at all for a normal person’s standard) for Woo Yeon. Surprisingly, he seemed to only do it for Woo Yeon and gave attention to Woo Yeon alone, even though he could practically pick and choose anyone he liked from the swarm of girls who were chasing him.

One day, he told Woo Yeon that he had to leave to the US to study, which made our girl sad. She decided to confess at the airport, but he outright turned her down, saying he only wanted to be friends with her. Over the time, they kept running into each other by coincidence (note: her name Woo Yeon is a wordplay on coincidence in Korean). Later, it was revealed that he wanted her to always be by his side, but he has built a wall as tall as the Great Wall of China before the idea of love so he didn’t realise what his true feeling for Woo Yeon was all along.

Woo Yeon, who felt sick of the ten-year crush, decided to end the “curse” and kissed him by the beach, thinking of getting a closure on her crush.

Long story short, Lee Soo finally realised his feeling for her and decided to confess, but by that time, a young, handsome, rich CEO of a conglomerate has entered into the picture. Cue the game of cat and mouse between Lee Soo and Woo Yeon about resentment, regret and relationship.

This drama was promoted as a romcom, but it feels more like a slice-of-life drama with a mix of melo and romcom in there. Seriously, I cried buckets watching this drama, not something you’d expect from a romcom. The dialogues were well-written, with each episode revolving around a specific theme. This was such a good drama coming from a rookie writer.

This drama did not have that many viewers to begin with, and many of those few people dropped it along the way, including the one who was responsible in getting me hooked into this drama :p  By the end of it, there were so few people talking about this drama in the tag (shout out to @dohyunsoo @have-yet-to-decide @starfire-s @thbn-anything​ for keeping me company to the very end of this drama)

This drama broke my record of screenshots per episode and total screenshots for any show. Until now, I have yet to finish posting them. I should probably upload more screenshots later tonight.

This drama had some AMAZING shots in the first half, with beautiful sceneries mostly in Seoul. It’s like what they said, “a daily occurrence for you, a trip for me”.

7. Oh My Baby (tvN)

I did not even remember watching this drama!! It was only after scrolling through my gallery that I saw I had shared some posts on my ig story about the drama.

It was in the middle of a lockdown when this drama aired and many of my memories from back then feel so distant to me.

The plot was not THAT good, but this drama is something you may consider if you like torturing yourself about the struggle of wanting to have a baby.

8. Once Again (KBS2)

Arguably one of the weekend family drama KBS2 in a while that kept me waiting for new episodes in front of my TV. Some people are turned off by weekend family drama because they tend to have slow pacing which makes viewers feel like they are being dragged to one of those boring corporate events that you would rather miss and wish you could be literally anywhere else.

Because this drama had more pairing than the typical weekend family drama, the story did take some time before it was on full momentum. It did feel like the drama could have been better with even one less sibling to worry about, but it was a fun watch in the middle of lockdown.

Will I watch it again? I’d rather rewatch House of Bluebird (starring Lee Joon Hyuk and Lee Sang Yeob as friends to enemies to friends again) because that drama spoke to me in a way that was more relatable. No hate to Once Again though. I just prefer House of Bluebird better.

Note: Justice for Song Ga Hee and her lovely son, Kim Ji Hoon. He had to grow up so much because of what happened to his mother, that it broke Ga Hee’s heart. And mine of course

9. Secret Forest 2 (tvN)

I watched Secret Forest once it has finished and I fell in love with the drama! Imagine my excitement when they announced Secret Forest 2 with my three main characters reprising their roles. No hate to Yoon Se Ah, I love her, but her screen time in Secret Forest was not enough to make me excited about her return. But I was pleased with her role in Secret Forest 2 and I hope if there is a third season, her character gets the redemption arc that she yearns for.

Secret Forest 2 was not as intense as the brilliant original, but I understood that it had to do with the overall theme of the season, and the theme required the script to be as such. Some people may argue me on this, but I still think what they pulled off was brilliant.

Too bad there was a severe lack of Lee Joon Hyuk on my screen though.

10. Tale of the Nine-Tailed (tvN)

Well. This drama went far beyond my expectation. The OTP was to die for. No such thing as miscommunication trope. This drama did not waste time on unnecessary drama. The pacing was incredibly fast, even faster than Kairos. Although to be fair, Kairos had to play with two different timelines and required time to establish the setting.

I’m sad about what happened to Lee Rang, but he did what he did, and he would never be able to erase that much pain from his memory even if the deities decided to be lenient on him because of his roles in killing off Imoogi. A fresh start as a human seemed like a fair reset to his life, and I hope he lives well, surrounded by people who love him.

I was never a fan of Jo Bo Ah (no hate on her, I was just indifferent) but this drama opened my eyes to what an incredible actress she is. I wish her a successful career ahead.

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[literaphobe]

season 2 of she-ra rated by catradora content

the frozen forest: “aw, cute, you can turn your sword into stuff.” very interesting how adora has to literally train not by fighting any real soldiers in the horde just... catra. light hope scanned her brain and knew she wouldn’t bother to run after anyone else :/ which. is true. call her out!! she fights bots too but she has more or less no issues with them even though she’s no expert with turning her sword into stuff yet, but then catra comes out, and suddenly adora can’t even block a single punch because catra laughed at her :( AND suddenly her sword can’t turn into anything but a cup. why adora? are you thirsty? it’s even funnier because none of this is real, and adora KNOWS that none of this is real, but she’s still Affected when fake catra says her seductive “hey adora” and she decides oh i know! i’ll turn my sword into a d*ldo with holes! oh wait never mind, is that a flute? damn it now she wants to Serenade catra. that’s even gayer than wanting to have sex with her. “did you mean to do that? because if you did it’s a terrible weapon.” “is not! >:(“ adora’s comebacks are like. kindergarten quality shit. i would make fun of catra’s insult too but in her defense that’s not actually catra. so adora tries to hit fake catra with her musical instrument and it doesn’t really work so she tackles fake catra and pins her to the ground. and looks,,, low key aroused as she does it okay adora.... she’s not real please remember that.... ur already a furry please don’t also be a bot fucker “what are you waiting for? you gonna play me a song on that thing?” yes she WAS catra! that’s what i’ve been SAYING don’t be mean to your girlfriend when she’s trying to serenade you :( adora gets angry after this latest act of oppression so she raises her hand, about to hit fake catra, but she stops right before the weapon can make contact, and her face softens. “i knew you couldn’t do it.” fake catra fades and the audience finds out something adora already knew. none of this was real, and even if she had hit fake catra and killed her, real catra would be fine. And Yet,,,,, big fucking sigh bros. haha y’all ever so hung up on a chick that you can’t even kill a fake simulation of her? even though she’s your enemy? lmaoooooo anyway the training simulation ends and adora is so depressed she transforms out of her she-ra form and asks “did you have to make her so mean? :(“ even tho light hope is about to come out and yell gay slurs at her. light hope shows up and is very confused. is catra... not mean? was my catra ooc miss adora? :/ did this catra hit different? too hostile? not like what ur used to? :/ go to hell adora if you made catra into a sim and picked her defining trait it WOULD be MEAN god everyone’s a critic. and then adora is like ok ur right :( catra is mean.... but have you considered making your simulation’s fake catra one that will hold me gently in her arms? have you considered that maybe i don’t want to fight her and that i want to kiss her instead? god damn it light hope you bitch. you fucking homophobe.

light hope is like okay cool. this latest performance was ur worst one btw and adora is like why do you THINK and is like i wanna be the very best :( like no one ever was :( and protecc etheria :( “but catra, she’s just in my head” ;) oh yeah i bet she is adora JFJSJDJSJD “when you grow up with someone, they know how to push your buttons :(” that’s very true adora. but you also grew up with many people such as lonnie, rogelio, and kyle. and you don’t seem to give a shit about them :/ so i guess “grow up with someone” really means “be in love” huh. i love you but do NOT lie to me ever again. after this, we see the real catra :’) she’s back at the horde training kyle, lonnie, and rogelio. “she-ra is too strong to defeat with force alone. but she’s slow and easily manipulated.” yeah maybe for you! maybe she slows down when she fights you because ur pretty and ur voice is sexy! way to flex ur privilege :( not everyone can manipulate she-ra because she’s not in love with all of them ok :( just u :( later on, we’re back at the war meeting in bright moon. bow says “we’re defeating the bots, but more keep coming. while we’re using our resources to hold our borders, the horde hasn’t had to deploy a single soldier.” hey! that’s a perfectly normal statement right! one that does not mention any specific person. there should be no reason for anyone to respond to this by bringing up any individual. guess what adora says. guess what she fucking says. i’m so fucking done oh my god. “typical catra >:(“ did... did bow MENTION catfkakdjsjdjsjs????? i’m fucking WHEEZING. adora. baby. could u. like. chill out? :/ re catra? for like one second? no? okay guess i’ll have to live with it. adora is so hung up over the “hey adora ;)” she heard from fake catra during training that she has to repay the favor when she fights entrapta’s upgraded bots. adora looks into the camera of one of the bots and just. she just KNOWS catra is watching and she’s correct. and she’s like “hey catra ;)” before punching the camera and cutting the live stream. catra’s response isn’t to immediately ditch the horde and go kiss adora (booooooo) but to. try and explode she-ra using one of the other bots. okay. i guess we all cope with arousal in different ways :/ when the bot explodes and adora realizes her attempt at seduction did not work out the way she intended (press f to pay respects), she gets all “>:( catra” which is very cute and iconic of her. and it’s apparently her way of coping with the situation so i’ll just let her be! 9/10

ties that bind: fuck you swift wind. what the FUCK. i can’t believe adora had to go on some stupid quest with the horse all because she would be fiFTy sEVeN pERcenT mOrE eFFeCtivE with him. who gives a shit. catra getting kidnapped and tied up is clearly the superior plot here and adora wasn’t there for it?? which, i know is the whole point, but also, why did they have to put her with the horse. would’ve rather seen adora with literally any of the princesses instead. haha jk. but also, am i? it is important that adora gets over her hatred of swift wind and bonds with him. but also, is it? sigh, let’s get on with the show. bow and glimmer set out to go bring back entrapta. “let’s go get adora!” bow baby. u r so woke. i love that attitude. yes y’all should’ve absolutely brought adora along. no she was not doing anything important. “adora’s training!!!!” glimmer baby i love u but why :( why would u do this :( anyway, bow and glimmer get tricked into thinking the horde is torturing entrapta so they (accidentally) kidnap catra. bow is an absolute sweetheart who just. is sweet to everyone so he tries bonding w catra and is like “come on, i bet even the horde has friends. what about adora? :3 you two grew up together. what was she like as a kid? :3” because adora is bow’s best friend and he wants to know more about her <3 best boy <3 and catra just hisses at him because if she spoke she would probably say. adora was everything to me. adora made me laugh, she played with me, she took care of me, she protected me even when everyone else looked the other way. just seeing her would put a smile on my face. she held my hand. she hugged me. she was my shoulder to cry on. adora was the only good thing in my life at the horde. i have been in love with her my entire life. and now she’s she-ra. anyway. catra decides to annoy glimmer into letting her go, and glimmer gets so frustrated that she says “how did adora take years of this? she didn’t run away from the horde. she ran away from YOU” which. is about the most horrifying thing you could say to catra since she like. really believes that. and adora’s not even there to defend herself :( and say shit like. Well It Helped That I Was In Love With Catra And That Every Moment We Spent Together Was Filled With Laughter And Joy Because No One Else Has Ever Made Me This Happy Even When We Were Stuck Together In The Worst Place On Etheria—stuff like that u know? :/ anyway catra is like :’( —> >:’( “adora’s gonna dump u one day too glimmer!!” + “you and adora are perfect for each other, i’ll give you that. earnest, naive, ridiculously easy to manipulate. it’s adorable!” wow catra. u think…… adora…. is…. adorable? wow…. :’) djdjdjdjdjdj but yeah. she really said my gf is cute! my gf is earnest! and that’s pretty much it on the catradora front. notice how i didn’t say a word about the horse plot. yeah. :) i mean i physically couldn’t because this is a catradora based evaluation post. but ya. u get the point. 7/10

signals: huh! nothing! except when glimmer says “catra was right!” and adora’s face is like... u kno. u know how she gets when catra is suddenly brought up. 2/10 but the whole ghosts thing is cute. adora believing and wholeheartedly being scared of ghosts makes me think... catradora buzzfeed unsolved AU

roll with it: the absolute RIGHTS of this episode. adora planning obsessively because “you’re not taking the biggest variable into account :( catra </3 she’s been behind every horde plan, she led the attack on bright moon, she’s devious, she’s very cute—“ and everyone is like omg adora calm down,,,, okay fine we’ll fantasize about ur gf. so everyone is all: this is my catra headcanon <3 glimmer is like. catra is a sexy femme fatale. bow is like. catra and i would make so many sick fucking puns. and adora is like :( y’all are all headcanoning catra WRONG :( she’s sexy and funny and cute the Way She Is :( why mess with the original recipe? :( except she’s wrong because season 4 and 5 will exist one day. but she is not wrong because season 1-3 catra is also very good. adora u do u. have fun laughing at everyone’s interpretations of ur gf. go ahead and brag about how uve been in love w her ur entire life. adora is like. all ur plans suck. obviously catra would block or duck or jump up really high or look really cute or smile and dazzle u with her charms. how DARE you underestimate my enemy gf. and then everyone devolves into their cool plans again and adora is like CATRA CATRA CATRA >:( so everyone is like ok fine we are going 2 bully her. and we get this epic scene where they do impressions of catra, but it is visualized like: different versions of catra keep flanking adora, and she in that scene is clearly very seriously considering having a fourway with femme fatale catra, prom catra, and punny og catra. but in like uh.... a cool platonic way. anyway, everyone is like. hey adora. we know ur paranoid and obsessed with ur gf. but can we just attack the horde now? could you chill the fuck out? and adora is like. u wanna know the worst that could happen? fine. “i’m the heaviest hitter, so catra will separate me right away. trap me, take my sword, do Something so i’m helpless when she turns on you. she knows Everything about me, EXACTLY what i’ll do, EXACTLY how to take me out. they’ll overwhelm frosta and mermista with bots, they’ll fire on perfuma, and use her to draw bow out into the open, pinning him between the bots and the horde soldiers. glimmer will teleport in to save him, but she won’t have enough magic left to get out, trapping them both. catra will make me watch all of it before she Finishes Me Off.” which..... weirdly kinky, but okay, and also weirdly sweet if u think about it? like catra grew up thinking she was never as good as adora but adora even with her new she-ra powers now is convinced that catra is so good that she can predict and counter and overpower anything adora throws at her, even with her super-powered friends and allies <3 and she...... lets it paralyze her with fear and blames herself for anything that could possibly go wrong which is really sad and not good :( but stuff can be two things! and. we’re kind of trying to be gay here so let’s continue on the gay train <3 the princess alliance realizes that adora has major issues and give her love and support so adora is like oh nice!!! time to run in without a plan and stay true to my brute strength colors <3 and she’s so excited to see her gf..... only to find out, her gf isn’t there?????? the fuck???? she spent hours planning their fight date only to get stood the fuck up??????? she’s so distraught over it as she fights scorpia she goes through the five stages of grief. she’s like... catra’s really not here?? and she left you in charge???? and babe i get that ur jealous and upset that ur gf didn’t show up but hey :( don’t hate crime scorpia like that :( 8/10

white out: adora is upset that she hasn’t seen her enemy gf in a while so when the squad finds out that the horde is doing stuff in the north(?) adora decides that they must immediately go there in case the horde (catra) is doing stuff that she must stop the horde (catra) from doing immediately. and it works! they bump into the super pal trio! but before that, we see entrapta show catra the red disk that makes she-ra go RAGE and adora go floop. it’s basically a Make Adora Delirious/Drunk Crystal <3 catra gets an evil hate boner when she hears that the disk “takes away she-ra’s powers” and is like damn entrapta ;) why didn’t you tell me about that sooner ;) later on, the best friend squad bumps into the super pal trio! adora sees catra and is like. hey remember last episode? what the fuck was that babe. step the FUCK up. run away with me? <3 but here’s a more literal break down of what really happened: catra is threatening entrapta as she... tends to do when she’s interrupted by adora who says “catra! >:(“ completely ignoring that there are other people there who she should also greet. i mean it’s just manners u know? “it’s been a while.” is not an excuse. u haven’t seen entrapta either for an even longer time. and u had nothing to say to her? i get that ur gay and in love but have some respect okay :( catra is happy and decides it’s time to seduce her. we get yet another “heyyy adora ;)” for the books. adora starts to ignore everyone present again and banters pettily with catra about how catra lost the battle of bright moon, because you know :( she hasn’t seen her gf in a while :( and she didn’t get to rub things like that in her face :( and catra is like haha lmaooooo loserrrrr and it really pisses adora off so she’s like okay down to business then! go away >:( and catra’s like oh u want me to go away? make me ;) and so they literally. run away from everyone else. i’m not making this shit up they literally said those things and just ditched the group. and both groups, who have not said a fucking word to each other since this confrontation began because the lesbians are so fucking loud and clearly everything they discuss is personal and not an invitation for group convo, they’re all left there to be like..... i guess we should fight each other now? and scorpia is like UGHHH goddamn it. and u really feel for her u know? :/ u try and u try to ask a girl out and she’s so stupid she doesn’t know ur asking her out on a date, but her stupid ex walks in and all she has to do is run and catra runs in front of her ready to go on a date. what the fuck. anyway, catra and adora are also fighting. adora’s better at transforming her sword into stuff now so she summons a rope (ok kinkster) to grab catra’s leg and pull her towards her and she threatens catra with her sword, saying “don’t move.” catra’s response? “oh, please. you’d never have the guts.” and god damn it catra it’s not that she doesn’t have the guts! :( it’s that she loves you and doesn’t want to hurt you! and also she’s not into necrophilia! catra continues with “you know, as much as i love our fights, it’s way too cold for this.” i hate them so fucking much. they really do get off on this shit!!! i hate them but also mood!!!! stop flirting with each other ur both so goddamn annoying omg. “why don’t we try something new? ;)” yeah. something new like hmm what if y’all kissed? haha, just a suggestion! but no, catra decides to use the red crystal thingy :( haha SIKE i’m not :( at all i’m very much :) because we’ve been WAITING for drunk adora. i love that delirious baby. what a fucking cutie. but because she-ra’s sword is the one who gets poisoned, she-ra goes all angry and evil and catra is like that’s hot! but it’s not what i signed up for but also... oh lmao she’s fighting her friends? nice. this is hot again. complacently, catra goes “this is the greatest thing that’s ever happened!” causing evil!she-ra to realize she exists and trying to kill catra for real, and catra is like NEVER MIND I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS and she’s like “adora wait :(“ which is like. babe no :( babe u were supposed to turn evil in a sexy way :( we could be sexy and evil together baby :( babe :( thankfully for catra adora’s not the only one who has a crush on her so scorpia tackles she-ra, separating her from her sword, and she goes back to adora. catra gets the sword, laughs, and says “that went so much better than i could’ve ever hoped.” did it?????? ur so stupid ur gf was about to murder u and u were ready to simp for ur life. then she goes “looks like you’re mine now, adora. >;)” and like. lifts adora’s face up by the chin with the tail end of the sword. and. let me just take a deep breath here. uh. What The Fuck Is That. HELLO?????? why is that. okay. HHHHHH. why!!!! good god!!!!! i hate sexual tension. anyway, catra tells scorpia to carry adora inside bc adora’s not wearing enough layers and she doesn’t want her gf to get cold :( jk but uh, they get adora inside, and catra is once again obsessed with her. she sits right next to her and pines like “always so perfect.... look at you now.... (i HATE how sexual this sounds) you’re coming back to the horde under my command.....” like. COME ON. why is she like this. ur allowed to be evil but i draw the LINE at u flirting with adora she’s not even AWAKE. and scorpia is like. could u. could u not be obsessed w adora for one second? it’s kinda harshing my vibe :/ and catra is like hehe she ra go >:( haha funney. we can turn the rebellion’s own hero against them. That’s Good™ i wonder which of your friends i’ll have you annihilate first... and then she giggles to herself and it’s so cute but babe. once again. stop flirting with adora while she’s out cold she won’t be able to flirt back :( and then the most. upsetting part of the ep happens. catra LEAVES and makes scorpia watch over adora before adora even wakes up so we don’t get! to see! catra with drunk/delirious adora!!!!!! what the FUCK. what is the POINT. i am DISTRAUGHT. hello?????? why were we robbed. whatever. it’s still good but come on not even one scene? :( scorpia is annoyed as she should be and is like UGH just wanted to be alone with catra but nooooo im stuck babysitting her “”””””ex-best friend””””””” which we all know is code for just. ex. LMAO fkdkdkdk like this isn’t even reaching we BEEN knew. anyway adora is being. so cute. so goddamn cute i am in love. adora barely even remembers her name but when scorpia is like hm what’s the passcode to the lab? adora goes BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP and puts in catra’s super long fave number. that is so fucking cute that she knows and remembers that and thinks that catra would use it even tho she’s not even. in the right state of mind. and scorpia gets jealous obviously like ohhhh u know catra’s favorite number and i don’t! u grew up with catra and she’s been in love with you her whole life and i don’t have that! fuck u adora. even when u and catra are fighting each other tryna kill each other u can tell there’s a real bond there :( and like scorpia I’m so sorry baby I know :( they’re in love and it’s very annoying :( and i know adora is very annoying but have you also considered that she is very cute? that she is so lovely? and yeah that’s why catra is in love with her and shit :( seahawk and scorpia fight over adora and adora is like. hehe. catra mean <3 she’s so mean <3 and so hot and cute and sexy <3 omg im gonna marry her hehehehe <3 both sides reconvene to fight the bug, and adora finds glimmer vaguely familiar but doesn’t recognize who she is exactly. but she’ll remember catra’s long ass fave number. ok whore. catra, who’s also stupid, sees adora and is like guess I’ll drop all other priorities to get her! and tells scorpia to find the sword because she’s going after adora again. she’s so determined to keep adora that she.... catches a moving arrow. and throws it away. fjdjdjdjddj DAMN ok sheer gay determination is THAT strong huh. but it’s also sad because catra’s so busy fighting she doesn’t get to see adora being super cute :( it’s fucking wasted and not FAIR. catra thinks it’s funny that anyone would expect her to willingly give the disk up, because she’s got control of adora now, and control of adora means that adora won’t leave her.... which is not healthy :( but also HHHHHH but also it’s okay because their relationship gets healthy in the future and that’s very sexy of them <3 the disk is broken by scorpia in the end, and as adora regains.... conscious???ness????? idk??? her sense of reality??? sobers up???? anyway she and catra exchange this one last very heavy look, right before catra is grabbed by scorpia 9/10, except i want to take away so many points because of the wasted potential, but also i wanna add back so many points because of “looks like you’re mine now, adora ;)”

light spinner: ewwww shadow weaver ewwwww hordak i’m so sorry catra baby so sorry u had to interact with them instead of adora :( 0/10 </3

reunion: I AM SO SORRY. I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. THIS EP IS SO GOOD. BUT. I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY THIS. THIS IS ONLY BECAUSE THIS IS A CATRADORA EVALUATION OK. therefore the rating is.... is..... :( 0/10 :( i know i am distraught too. :( despite what a masterpiece it was... there was no catradora :(

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[bound-up-feelings]

Sacha Baron Cohen x fem reader

In Character

Requested: @333fairies

Warning: I am not sure what to call this? I’ll say fluff??

(Hey there! So, I hope I made this to your liking and hopefully you like it! I’m not sure of this fic so please give feedback and tell me if I messed something up. Also this is based on a Johnathan Ross interview I saw with him and Sacha/Borat. Anyways enjoy!)

You had been at this talk show for only 5 minutes. Literally nothing could screw this up. It was probably the best yet funniest talk show you had been on. It was great. The questions, Johnathan Ross, and the audience were amazing. The questions were your favorite because not only did Johnathan ask question but so did the audience. Some of the audience were younger people in their early, early twenties but that was ok because they had very good questions that actually got you thinking. Like now you had just answered a funny question with a even funnier answer. The host points to another man in the audience. "Hi! I am such a big fan, I would just like to ask. Are you single?" You chuckle and blush a small bit "Well to answer your question, no I am not single. I am in a relationship with a man by the name of Sacha?" The audience gasps "Yes I mean Sacha Baron Cohen for those who are wondering." "For how long?" Johnathan asks. You think for a hot second trying to get as close to the real amount as you could "Almost 2 years so far." The host nods his head "Congratulations!" You smile and thank him "Where is he right now?" "Oh he's back home, actually." He nods and looks at his cards "Well y/n we have a special guest here with us tonight. I hope you don't mind?" "Of course not!" "Good because he came all the way over here from Kazakhstan." When he says that its like a truck hit you. You've heard of that place before. It rung so many bells in your head but where have you heard that before? You give a shocked/confused face and Johnathan try's to hide his smile "Ladies and gentlemen please help me welcome, Borat!" He says as he stands. You look behind you, the audience cheers and applauds, then right as you stand you see Sacha come out, but it wasn't Sacha. Borat was walking over to you both with his thumbs up and a big smile plastered on his face. He comes up to Johnathan and kisses both sides of his cheeks before kneeling down and kisses his crotch. This freaks you and Johnathan out. "Woah, woah what are you doing!?" "I am giving you great honor?" He says before looking over to you. He smiles real big and shakes your hand before kissing both sides of your cheeks. He then kisses your lips "That is giving great honor to woman." He says as he sits down "You have couch, very nice!" He says nodding. You all sit down. You knew this was Sacha but you had never seen him in character before and it honestly made you feel a certain way.

After Johnathan asks a few question he looks straight at Borat  "So in Kazakhstan are you familiar with Ms. Y/n L/n here?" He says gesturing over at you. Borat's eyes widen "You are Y/n L/n?" "Yes I am." "WA WA WEE WA! We are very much familiar with your work! We even have day dedicated to you!" He says smiling "You do?" "Wait what do you do on this day?" Johnathan asks "Well all men in our city, come together and masturbate!" He says as he smiles. You laugh just as you were taking a drink of water. You cover your face and laugh even harder. How is he able to keep it together? "Do you celebrate this day Borat?" Johnathan asks knowing just how much you're hating this. "Oh yes, I'm always first to be there and I am first to ejaculate!" He says, he then looks at Jonathan and suddenly says "High Five!" As he high fives Jonathan. You give a shocked face but you laugh anyways. You were practically crying by now. "In Kazakhstan we find you very sexy!" He says as he smiles and nods you way. "Wel-" you say before you start laughing again the crowd laughing with you. "Well, thank you Borat! I'm very flattered!" "You are flatted? You do not look flat in this area?" He says as he gestures to your breasts, Laughing again you shake your head "No, no I mean I'm flattered, means I'm honored that you find me sexy." You shake your head again as you look at the crowd, mouthing a silent 'Help me'.

As Johnathan asks more question and more hilarious stuff starts to happen, it was finally time to say goodbye "Well Borat, it was a pleasure having you here on the show!" "It was pleasure to be here!" He says as he again kisses his cheeks and turns toward you "It was pleasure meeting you y/n! Here is my number, please call, it will make all the men in Kazakhstan very jealous." He says as he kisses your cheeks and leaves, his thumbs are up and the huge smile is still plastered on his face. "Well y/n, that was quite interesting was it not?" "That was definitely something." "Y/n I'd like to say thank you for joining me on the show tonight, I hope someday you can come back and have another interesting time!" "Me too Johnathan, thank you so much and thank all of you for having me, have an amazing night!" You say waving at the audience before exiting through the opening. When you get to the back you see Sacha or Borat? Standing there talking to the back stage crew and as you approach him he greets you first "Well hello again! What coincidence?" You chuckle "Yes it sure is." "I be leaving in moment, would you like me to give you ride home?" He says giving you the most serious look you've see all night. "Yeah sure, if your ok with that Borat?" "Of course, perhaps if you want we can have the sexy time?" He says as he claps his hands together before grabbing yours and leads you out to his car.

When your actually on the rode, you ride in silence. You smile and look over at him, he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was placed on his right leg. You reach over and grab it, squeezing it in your smaller one. He looks over and smiles at you. "What you think of Borat?" He says smiling at you out of character "Well after seeing the movie I thought I had seen it all. But you continue to surprise me. It was absolutely hilarious!" He smiles and takes his hand away to peel off the mustache that was on his face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it dear." He say as he takes your hand back "And not to mention kind of scary." He snickers at this "Scary? The way you were looking at me in there made me think you thought of me in a not very appropriate way?" He says wiggling his eyebrows, you shake your head "I was not thinking that....!" "Uhuh! You think I'm sexy!" "Oh shut it!" "No shame. I am a sexy man, in Kazakhstan no lady can resist my charm!" You roll your eyes as you look out the window "Would you like to have the sexy time? I promise to be gentle." You laugh "I am not having sex with you when your acting as Borat." "But I make it worth your while. I make you feel things you have never felt before." You look at him with a straight face, which doesn't last long. He just looks at you his smirk that tells you he's being serious. "I love you way to much." "Is that a yes from Ms. Y/n?" You chuckle as your cheeks heat up "Yes, its a yes Sach-" "No, no! Not Sacha, Borat!" He says as he sticks his mustache back on. And gives his big smile. You knew that tonight would be interesting. This had never happened before and you never talked about it, so obviously this was quite the change up. But you had a feeling it would be good. I mean it was Sacha after all.

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[jeezlouiisee]

Invisible

Hi all! This is a story I’ve been thinking about and I’m finally putting it out there. I’m hoping to do more parts but I hope you like! 

Summary: You were always quiet and shy, until you lost your mother who always encouraged you to put yourself out there. So you do and you’ve caught the eyes of two Pogues. 

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings:Just some cursing

The Outer banks had been your home for your entire life and you had no friends, well except Pope. Pope Heyward was your only friend in the obx. You were both on the math team together, you both gushed over the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. He had wanted to introduce you to his other friends but you just didn’t want too, not yet at least. Then your mom died, car crash and your entire world fell apart. Your mom was your anchor, your confidant, the person who hugged you and calmed you when your anxiety got bad. She was the one always trying to get you out of your shell. It was hard to not have her for the end of your junior year but you survived. Pope and his friends were having an end of summer party at the bone yard, he of course invited you like he always did. However this time you said yes, you made a promise to yourself and your mom that you were going to branch out this year. This was going to be your summer. It was the Saturday after the last day of school which meant party day. You were standing in your room, sighing as you smoothed out the wrinkles in your dress for the 80th time. You looked good, you looked great, right? Of course you did don’t be stupid. You put on a little bit of lip gloss and mascara before grabbing your bag. 

“You’re wearing sneakers to a bone yard party?” Your older sister asked as she cut up vegetables for dinner.

 “Hey, just because I’m going to a party doesn’t mean I have to wear sandals or heels or something.” You said as you stuck your tongue out.

 “Fine, but meet a cute boy and make out with him.” She replied. Your older sister Shelby was all you had. She was about 5 years older than you and she had two jobs, waiting tables at the wreck and helping Popes dad with his deliveries. Your dad had passed away in a boating accident when you were 2, so you was just you three. Until your mom went too. 

“I’ll see you later.” Was all you said back before walking out the door. You lived pretty deep in the cut, you lived about a 10 minute walk from the bone yard. By the time you got there the party was in full swing, of course Pope and his friends were near the middle of all the commotion. They were laughing and talking with tourons, as they handed out beers. Pope noticed you almost immediately. 

“Y/N! You actually came!” He laughed as he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to his group.

 “Guys this is Y/N, the one I was telling you about.” You gave a little wave, extremely shy at the moment. 

“Oh yeah,you were both on the math team.”  One of his friends, Kiara said. They all snickered under their breath which left you confused. 

“Is it bad to be on the math team?” You raised your eyebrow, getting a little defensive. Your mom loved that you were on the math team, so you were protective. 

“No no it’s okay, it’s just a little inside joke.” John B said as he pulled his girlfriend Sarah into his side. 

“Oh okay, cool. Uhm so, could I get a beer?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked at JJ who was manning the keg stand. 

“You? A beer?” He simply chuckled before filling up a cup and handing it to you. 

“Yes I want a beer. So what?” You half snapped as you grabbed the beer and taking a sip. You immediately gagged a bit at the taste but continued to drink. JJ smirked at you.

 “That’s why, I’ve literally never seen you around here. Why now? Aren’t you like always with your mom?” Ow. Kiara suddenly jabbed him into the side with her elbow. 

“JJ.” She hissed, watching as you chewed your lip a bit and suddenly downed the entire drink. 

“Right well my mom died three months ago, so I can’t always be with a dead corpse.” You said before handing your cup back to JJ for a refill. JJ looked a bit impressed but also guilty before filling your cup up again. 

“Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You simply shrugged, sipping your second cup. “I’ve just decided to branch out, be more social like my mom wanted.” You chewed your lips to stop yourself from crying. 

“Hey, it’s okay. JJ just has one brain cell that he shares with Pope so it’s okay.” Sarah said with a smile as she walked over and randomly hugged you. 

“You’re sticking with us now, got it?” Pope asked as he joined in on Sarah’s little hug with you. 

“Okay deal.” You laughed, still a little weary. You glanced up from your hug and noticed that JJs eyes never left yours. You simply looked away as you ended the hug. 

“So what do you guys normally do at these parties?” 

“Well glad you asked.” JJ grinned as he pulled a blunt out of his pocket. 

“Do you want to try this or stick with your beer?” 

“I’ll think I’ll try-“ 

“You should keep the signal clear Y/N.” Pope said as he gave JJ a disapproving look. You laughed a bit at what Pope said before looking to JJ. 

“Let’s mess this signal up!” You cheered as you drank your beer. Sarah, John B and Kiara just laughed as Pope shook his head. JJ eagerly lit it and took a hit before handing it to you. 

“Do you know how to smoke a blunt?” He asked you seriously as he took a step towards you. Apparently according to Pope the only thing that JJ was ever serious about was weed. You shook your head slowly. 

“Nope, never smoked a day in my life.” JJ groaned and pulled you over to sit next to him on the rock he was on. 

“Okay, so first obviously you suck in a breath, but then inhale so it gets into your lungs. If it doesn’t then you won’t get high and my weed will go to waste, got it?” You blushed a little as you nodded then hesitantly took the blunt from JJ, putting it to your lips as you breathed in. You made sure to inhale so you could feel it in your lungs, they suddenly felt like exploding as you started coughing, grabbing your cup of beer to help subside it. 

“Oh my god, was that supposed to happen?” You chugged the rest of your beer. 

“That was terrible.” 

“You just gotta get used to it.” Kiara said with a shrug. After what felt like years of couching you asked for another refill of the beer. 

“Not tonight, tonight I stick with beer.” You stood up as you got a little confident. 

“You guys dance right? I mean, I can go find someone to dance with?” You were nervous even if you were confident but you wanted to do what your sister suggested. You want to make out with a boy. The boys looked a little confused about your question while the girls suddenly grabbed your arm as they both dragged you over to where people were dancing. 

“So do you like Pope? Or are you just friends?” Sarah asked as you all danced in a circle. 

“What? Pope? And me? No. No! We are just friends.” You started stuttering a bit as you got nervous. 

“Why did he say something to you?” You suddenly asked you didn’t know why, but you never thought of Pope like that. But he was kind and funny, plus he always saw you. 

“Well no.. but I think you two would be cute together.” Sarah grinned at you right before you bumped into someone. 

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry.” You said quickly, turning around. 

“Oh it’s no problem really. I can forgive a pretty girl.” The boy you had bumped into was cute, he definitely seemed like a kook but you just wanted to make out with someone. So what if they were a kook? 

“Go away Kelce.” Kiara interjected before you could say something. 

“She’s not interested.”

“Actually, I am.” You grinned at Kelce. 

“Would you want to dance with me maybe?” The boy whose name you know knew was Kelce lit up like a Christmas tree. 

“I would love too. And your name?” 

“Y/N.” 

“Let’s dance Y/N.” He held out his hand for you to take. Once you did he pulled you close and just swayed with you, nothing too inappropriate. It was nice, he didn’t really try to talk to you which kind of bugged you but you just let it go. You glanced over at the Pogues and you suddenly saw both Pope and JJ stand up, which was odd. Then you knew why, you suddenly felt another pair of arms there were not Kelces. 

“Well aren’t you pretty?” You suddenly whipped your head around and saw Rafe, you knew him instantly. He tried to get with your sister a few times. 

“Back off her.” You heard JJ say, you looked around and saw Pope and JJ directly behind Kelce. 

“But she wanted to dance.” That was Rafe.

“Maybe I don’t want to dance anymore..” You tried to pull away from Kelce but then that just caused you to run into the front of Rafe. You looked over Kelces shoulder and found JJs eyes, you looked at him with a look that just begged for him to help you. Suddenly he and Pope yanked Kelce away from you before JJ pushed Rafe to the ground. That was when Sarah got involved. 

“What the hell is going on?” 

“Uhm so I was dancing with Kelce and everything was great until Rafe came up behind me..” 

You had fear in your eyes, shaking a bit as you suddenly hugged Sarah tightly. She hugged back just as tight and pulled you away to go back to the rocks where you had taken your hit. In the background you could hear fighting and arguing. About ten minutes later Pope and JJ came back looking a bit happy. Pope sat down on your right and JJ stole Sarah’s spot on your left. Apparently John B decides to help fight off Kelce and Rafe so Sarah was checking to see how he was doing. 

“I’m sorry guys...” You mumbled as you looked down at her hands. 

“Y/N what are you talking about?” Pope asked as he hesitantly put a hand on your shoulder. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong alright? Those guys are assholes and they deserve whatever they got coming to them.” This time it was JJs time to talk as he playfully nudged your shoulder, you looked over to JJ and smiled a bit. 

“Thank you guys but I think I’m gonna go home.” You stood and turned to face them. 

“I can too-“ 

“I’ll walk you home-“ Pope and JJ spoke at the same time. 

“Oh uhm, I don’t need anyone to walk me I’m good.” 

“Hey Pope! Come help me with this!” Ki yelled while fiddling with the keg. 

“I guess I get to walk you home.” JJ grinned and stood up. 

“Lead the way.” You started walking, trying to walk a bit fast to make the trip go by quickly. 

“So why did you want to dance with someone?” JJ asked as he walked slower, you sighed because you knew he was walking slow on purpose. 

“I wanted to get out of my shell more, since my mom died my sister has been trying to motivate me to go out and do things. So tonight she told me to find a boy and make out with him.” You blushed when you said the end of your sentence. 

“You could make out with me?” That stopped you in your tracks. 

“I’m sorry what?” You turned to look at him, eyes wide.  

“Make out with me.” JJ repeated, taking a step towards you which caused you to take a step backward but you didn’t realize that there was a tree directly behind you. You left out a squeal at the feeling. 

“You barely know me.... why do you want to make out with me?”

 “Because you’re cute and besides, I want you to be able to tell your sister you kissed a cute boy.” He winked, shrugging.

“Uhm fine okay. I’ll make out with you but just this once okay? And don’t tell a soul!” You jabbed your finger into his chest. JJ simply chuckled and took another step towards her, brushing their lips together. You gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck as you eagerly pressed your lips firmly against his. He gripped your waist as he began to press you into the trees, his tongue softly brushing against your bottom lip. That caused you to gasp which was what JJ wanted so he slowly slid his tongue into your mouth. 

“Y/N!” You suddenly pushed JJ away from you as you breathed heavily, you looked over JJs shoulder to see Pope running towards you guys. 

“Hey I thought I’d help JJ walk you home.” 

“Pope I can handle walking a girl home on my own.” 

“Hey guys really it’s okay, come on it’s like five more minutes.” You ran your fingers through your hair as you started to walk to your house. You felt awkward but this time you definitely could tell that Pope might like you. After the very silent walk you finally arrived to your house, turning to look at them. 

“Thanks for the walk home boys.” You smiled a little, waving to them. 

“You want to hang out with us tomorrow? We’re meeting at the Shipwreck tomorrow at 10. Did you come too? I mean Kie did say you’re one of us now.” Pope said eagerly.You glanced over to JJ who was just grinning at you. 

“Yeah okay sure. Shipwreck at 10 am.” You quickly turned to unlock your front door.

 “Hey Y/N?” You turned to look at JJ. 

“Yeah? Have a good night.” He suddenly kissed you on your cheek and turning to start walking. 

“Pope you coming?” 

“Yeah In a sec.” Pope suddenly kissed your opposite cheek. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” With that he turned and the two boys walked away from sight. You quickly walked into your house and locked the door, leaning against it. Did they both like you? You didn’t understand, you were so confused. You were invisible, you weren’t seen and now all of the sudden you had two attractive boys kissing your cheeks? This was going to be a confusing summer. 

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[izukult]

Okok awesome! 🖤🖤 I do have a wide variety in my music taste but artists most in my rotation are definitely Tyler the creator, Doja cat (streets?? Pls on rpt 🤤) and Arctic Monkeys, (pls don’t feel restrained by these artists tho !) very much chill vibes and driving late at night if that makes sense asjfkdkka. Personality wise I’m pretty awkward and fairly antisocial, very much ->🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️😨 but once you get to know me I’m pretty loud and a little much tbh 🤭 like my laugh is genuinely TOO loud lmaooo, and I would very much appreciate it with Kageyama if that’s not too much to ask 😳👉🏼👈🏼 thank you again 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

hello my love. if i hadn’t known you, i wouldn’t have done this any kind of justice. BUT STRAP YOUR ASS IN WIFEY YOU KNOW WHAT IT BE. @chubbybunny111

you and kageyama.

oh god you and kageyama would scare the fuck out of me as a couple. have you seen those memes like boy who doesn’t talk all too much 💖 girl who loud asf? you two. LMAOOO.

definitely you two make fun of each other. on the daily. but, he also grumbles little compliments to u all nervous like. i feel like he would very much like your hair?? like,, it’s so curly,, it’s so pretty,,,, do a fella a favor and let him play with it, yeah?

i’m just imaging you in your straight clothes from high school and him in a disgusting unwashed sweaty ass volleyball uniform😻😻 IM SORRY OK ANYWAY

you two share earbuds all the time. just sittin next to each other in moderate silence with tunes playing.

he is so bad at texting LMAOOO. you’d send an ironic emoji and he’s done for? he just stares at it. blankly. void of any emotion other than confusion.

“i’m sorry did you just send ‘🤕’ after telling me you love me?”

“hey, you’re crying. why are you using 😋 right now?”

i’m sorry for making fun of him but also i’m NOT THATS SO FUNNY.

now, don’t take what i said earlier wrong, he’s not just like oh yes quiet around you (that’s not his personality people need to be better🙄), but when you two are in public he’s not like really affectionate? unless he’s jealous because he is (infact) an insecure bitch, but whenever that happens it feels forced and awkward figure that out kags.

we see the way he acts with hinata like? if he’s comfortable with you he’s going to be loud as fuck there’s no denying it. yall get told to shut up like on the daily?

shares his milk with you😁 not his food tho

LMAOFJAOFJS IM SORRY BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MANS RELATIONSHIP WITH EATING? you ain’t getting between that babe

anyway here’s a fucking playlist for your hot ass i am literally in love with you. i really like this playlist tbh :)

1. sometimes (backwood); gigi- starting off with my favorite song at the moment. this isn’t really completely a deep meaning with the lyrics thing, because this song is pretty sad? i think it’s so vibey. it’s so good. it’s just a gentle, quiet night with the windows open and a full moon. however, like i said he’s insecure and has overthought while listening to this song.

2. breezeblocks; alt-J- mostly just a banger, indeed. you’re driving (i would not trust him behind the wheel? ever?), the lights are super pretty, he’s looking at you from the passenger seat ‘discretely’. he doesn’t want you to go, so those lyrics are accurate, but he’s also not a murderer dw😁 he couldnt

3. i wanna be yours; arctic monkeys- PHEW. OKAY. OKAY JESUS CHRSIT. no because you don’t understand yall are in LOVE? like in LOVE. he probably kisses you for the first time while this shit playing. he also, by default, blushes EVERY TIME THIS SONG COMES ON. such a lil bitch baby🙄

4. sucker; jonas brothers- stop before you say anything this song is unironically so good. i? could imagine you like? terribly dancing to this i dunno. i feel like if you got tobio in the right mood he would jam to some music w you‼️

5. EARFQUAKE; tyler, the creator- i think kageyama was like the kind of guy who mentally was constantly like “i want a gIRLFRIEND FUCK🤬🤬🤬”, but lile also once it happens? svary as fuck. have we not talked about how he does not really like himself much (thinking ab him practicing his smile rn poor baby). so yea, bad self confidence & in love with you. this song. PLUS, it’s a banger.

6. streets; doja cat- you at him lmao. do i have to say anything else?

7. ivy; frank ocean- he would put this song on a playlist for you and then not tell you about the song or the playlist and still get nervous about how youd react lmaooo. however, yknow in movies when like the guy looks at the girl and the music swells? that but with an emo volleyball player and frank ocean

8. redbone; childish gambino- very chill vibes and driving late at night energy. this song plays while yall lay on like ur couch or smth and you’re messing with the ends of his hair and he’s playing videos on his phone with one hand and like kind of awkwardly nervously trying to hold ur hand with the other and he just does the pinky thing thAT WE WERE TALKIN BOUT LMAOO

9. cocoa butter kisses; chance the rapper- i feel like if you were to smoke, this is the song you’d get high to. i don’t have much reason other than that? i can just see this playing in the background as you two exist together

10. my kind of woman; mac demarco- man, you’re really driving him mad🙄 BUT‼️ I THINK? ITS ALRIGHT WITH HIM😳. he’s absolutely whipped and he didn’t even know he had the ABILITY. i feel like you like to prove people wrong, so here’s another instance.

11. casual; doja cat- i know everyone hates getting played, but you feel like you would take a LOTTA precautions to avoid that, including the whole walls up deal. you’re super upfront about it? you’re not like secretly testing the waters, you’re like ‘if ur fucking w me gtfo of my face lol’ but clearly you wouldn’t talk to kags like that (however he’d hurriedly say he’s not a little too loud)

12. afraid; the neighbourhood- ABSOLUTE TOBIO ENERGY (also oikawa energy, i think its so cute that we are married and the mfs we choose to love r rivals). but anywho, absolute MAD tobio energy. yes he also takes out his insecurities with anger don’t actually like he’s not gonna have to work on that lmao

13. sex on fire; kings of leon- arguably one of the best songs to ever exist. he would be like ?!😳 the first time he heard it and youd probably like flick him LMAOFJAODJ this is just a good jam song for you two. he would definitely sing this song with you, don’t care don’t care

14. scary love; the neighbourhood- i’m beginning to think the neighbourhood just has kageyama energy? remind me to look into that later. either way, i’m putting extreme emphasis on this song. this song is completely how he feels. this song is IT. he watches in anticipation as he “shows you it cos it’s a good song”. please just be nice to him (while also bullying him😁)

15. when you were young; the killers- you’ve made out to this song i’m so sorry. MAYBE THATS JUST BECAUSE I THINK THIS WOULD BE THE PERFECTTTTJRJEJTI SONG. god. good fucking music. equal mix of good song and the lyrics hitting

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