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thefatedthoughtofyou · 2 years

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I uh... I Don't Know What Those Stains Are

Summary: Steve finds out the hard way what the stains on Eddie's sheets are. Eddie is understandably upset, Steve handles it gracefully.

Word Count: 3,422

Warnings: BED WETTING!!! Ive had this in my brain since i saw Eddie's sheets. And i know its made a joke of in the show. But it wasn't really funny to me. And I've seen people using it to say rude things and i just have to say, just because something is stained doesn't mean it's dirty. Eddie is poor, so he cant just replace his sheets all the time.

Anyway, this is literally a fic a about Eddie wetting the bed. So if you're not interested in reading about that, then don't read this. And please don't come into the comments and be rude about it. It's just a headcanon of mine. And i don't treat it lightly or anything. It's a real thing that happens to real people. So just, be nice and chill about it, or just don't read it. Thanks for being respectful!

Ao3

"You gotta leave." It's mumbled into Steve's chest, sleep heavy as Eddie's hands pat at his shirt, a half assed effort to push Steve out of bed, to push him away.

"Mhm. Five more minutes." Steve sighs back, his hand falling on top of Eddie's, holding his hand down. His eyes are closed but he feels Eddie smile into his shoulder, his fingers pressing themselves up into Steve's hand.

"Mkay, but then you gotta go." He sighs, snuggling closer.

"Mhm." Steve hums, his eyes blinking slowly once before falling closed again. He tangles his fingers with Eddie's and smiles.

They've been doing this for months now. Sleeping together. In the literal sense of the word. Eddie had called him, maybe 4 months ago, in the middle of the night. His voice shaking. Apologies dripping off his tongue even as he asked if Steve was okay. And Steve knew, immediately what had happened. He'd been out of bed in seconds, tugging on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He'd been at Eddie's maybe ten mintues later.

Eddie had opened the door, looking shaken, his bangs shoved up off his head like he'd had his hands shoved up there. He'd let Steve in and then let Steve hold him while he cried. He'd sobbed into Steve's chest and they'd ended up curled around each other in Eddie's bed.

After that Steve sort of just, started showing up at Eddie's in the evening. Sometimes they'd watch movies. Steve would order pizza. He'd made Eddie laugh so hard one night that cherry coke had come out his nose. He's still pretty proud of that. But Steve's favorite nights were the nights Eddie would read to him. It's not that he couldn't read things himself, but after everything that had happened, he'd get headaches now, when he read for too long.

He'd told Eddie that one night, when they were laying in bed, both of them sleepy. And Eddie had told him it was probably all the head trauma. And he hadn't been joking. Not like normal. He'd moved his hand to Steve's head and drawn a heart on his forhead, his fingertips warm against Steve's skin. Steve had nodded, murmured that he missed reading sometimes, not that he did a lot of it. But he couldn't now, even if he wanted.

Eddie had read to him the next night. He'd slung his legs into Steve's lap and settled in. Steve had held Eddie's ankle as he started reading, letting his head fall back, fighting the tight feeling in his chest and throat as Eddie read to him about Hobbit holes, and dragons, and adventure. He wiped away one tear and then closed his eyes, smiling everytime Eddie did a different voice for him.

They'd always end up in Eddie's bed. Steve wasn't sure what they were. They hadn't kissed or anything. He'd caught Eddie staring at his mouth more than once, but he'd always startle away when he noticed Steve noticing. But they always ended up in his bed, curled around each other, resting peacefully until Eddie kicked him out.

He didn't kick him out meanly. It was just an agreement they'd had from the start. They'd lay in bed, talking, cuddling, resting, until about three in the morning. And then Steve would go home. Eddie always teasing him about not wanting to ruin his shining reputation by having Steve Harrington sleep over. Steve would snort, everytime, and give Eddie's hand a squeeze before heading home.

But tonight was different. It was raining. Really raining, for the first time in awhile. The down pour on the roof sending them both to sleep. Eddie's hand in Steve's on his chest. Both of them sinking deeper and deeper into each other as the rain falls outside. Steve sighs once more, and let's his head fall to the side, resting against Eddie's as he falls asleep.

~*~

He's wet.

Steve groans, pulling himself from sleep with effort. His hand patting at Eddie's on his chest.

"Eds wake up." He groans again, his eyes moving to the ceiling, looking for a leak. His thigh is wet, and warm. And it dawns on him too late that the wetness is right where Eddie's hips are pressed against him. Eddie hums in his sleep, his fingers curling in Steve's sweatshirt as he stirs. Steve's heart is beating fast in his chest as he looks down at them, pressed together, and wet. But Eddie isn't hard, and it's not that kind of wetness, Steve is... intimately aware of that kind of wetness.

His mind races until it lands on the mental image of Eddie's sheets. Stained sheets. They're always clean, the sheets, smelling like Eddie's laundry detergent. Just stained, from age, and something Eddie never commented on, save for that once, in the upside down. Steve's fingers clench around Eddie's, too hard, and Eddie stirs, making a confused noise in his sleep.

"Shit." Steve whispers, trying not to move as his heart pounds in his chest. This is why Eddie always kicks him out. Never lets him stay. Because he wets the bed. And he didn't want Steve to know. Didn't want exactly this, to happen. But Steve can't just let them lay here, they need to get cleaned up. So he closes his eyes, takes a deep breathe, and reaches for Eddie.

"Eddie. Hey. You gotta wake up." He whispers, knows he needs to raise his voice. Eddie frowns but doesn't move.

"Come on Eds, wake up." He shakes Eddie's shoulder, watches his eyes flutter open, their glassy gaze lands on Steve.

"Hey. Don't freak out okay?" Steve says, keeping his voice calm. But it's too late. He watches, helpless to do anything, as Eddie realizes what's happened. He shoves himself away from Steve, scrambling up off the bed.

"No no no no." His frantic whispers are loud in the quiet room as he backs away from Steve, trying to cover the wet spot on his pajama pants. He nearly trips in his haste to get away, Steve reaches out, automatically, to try and catch him. Eddie slaps his hands away and glares at him.

"Why didn't you leave?" He whispers, his teeth biting into his lip as his eyes fall to his matress.

"I fell asleep I'm sor-"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE? I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!" Eddie screams, his voice high and shrill with panic. Steve startles backwards, watches as Eddie's breathing rattles out of his chest. He's pacing now, as much as he can in the small space.

"Eddie it's-"

"Get out." His voice is low. Steve's out-stretched hands fall to his sides.

"What?" His hands move to his hips, he doesn't know where else to put them. Eddie's eyes snap up, they're dark as they land on Steve.

"Get. Out." He whispers, but it's full of emotion, held back anger, Steve thinks. He shakes his head, can't help it, he doesn't want to leave. Not right now.

"No. I- listen. Eddie just let me-"

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" his voice is screeching again as he grabs Steve and shoves him toward the door with each word. His hands slamming into Steve's shoudlers until he tumbles through Eddie's bedroom door. He stumbles backwards, and runs toward the front door as Eddie slams his bedroom door. Shutting it between them. Steve staggers to his car. His hand stops on the handle. His shirt is already soaked through from the rain. He pushes his hands through his hair and looks back at the trailer. He clenches his shaking hands and moves back toward the door.

He moves quietly through the trailer, stops outside Eddie's door, leaning his head against it. His fingers curl over the door knob but he doesn't turn it. Then he hears Eddie crying. He's through the door before he has time to think about it. Eddie doesn't even look up.

He's on the floor, curled around himself, his back to the wall. His sheets are in a pile on the floor, he'd clearly ripped them off in anger. There are a few other things scattered around the room. Like he'd thrown them and then given up. Steve sighs and goes to him.

He drops to his knees in front of Eddie. His arms are wrapped around his head, his head resting on his knees. Steve reaches out, his hands falling over Eddie's, he startles, his body twitching, but he doesn't look at him.

"I told you to leave." His voice is muffled.

"I know. But I'm not going to." Steve moves his thumb over Eddie's wrist.

"Can you look at me?" Eddie shakes his head, his hair shaking. Steve smiles, despite the situation they're in.

"Please?" He tries. Eddie shakes his head again, sniffles.

"Pretty please?" Steve tries again, squeezing Eddie's wrist.

"Steve." It's a warning.

"Not even with a cherry on top?" He doesn't shake his head this time. But he doesn't look up either.

"Eds. Please." He tightens his grip on Eddie's wrist and moves one hand away from his head. As he drops Eddie's hand down, Eddie looks up at him. His eyes shining with tears. As soon as he meets Steve's gaze he grimaces and looks away again.

"Hey hey, no. Look at me." Steve reaches out, cupping Eddie's cheek and guiding his sight line back to him.

"It doesn't matter. I don't care." He tries to make Eddie believe, with just those words, but he scoffs, rolls his eyes.

"Don't do that." Eddie's voice is shaking.

"I'm serious. It's doesn't matter to me. Okay? I don't care." Steve assures, firm. Eddie swallows, hard. And Steve can see it, he wants to believe Steve, but he shakes his head again at the last second and looks away, resting his forhead on his knee.

"Of course you care. I wet the bed like a fucking child Steve. You can't not care about that." He huffs, and Steve can hear the self depreciation, it makes his chest ache.

"Well I don't. So you're wrong." Steve dismisses, Eddie's head snaps up. His eyes narrow as he moves them over Steve's face. Steve just looks at him. His big brown eyes, sad, still glassy with tears, his bottom lip an angry red from his teeth digging into it. His cheeks flushed, from embarrassment, or from crying, Steve isn't sure. The only thing Steve is sure of, is that he looks beautiful. Eddie is beautiful. Always has been. Images of Eddie staring at him flash through his head at lightning speed as he watches Eddie's tongue peak out to sooth over his lip.

"Eddie." His heart is pounding, his chest rising and falling quickly, like he's been running. Eddie swallows hard again, shrinking away a little as Steve stares at him. Steve moves his hand back to Eddie's face, his thumb moving across Eddie's cheek gently. He watches Eddie lean into the touch like a cat and makes up his mind.

"Steve?" Eddie's brow furrows and Steve moves, closing the small space between them, pressing his lips to Eddie's. The suprised sound that startles out of Eddie makes him smile, breaking the kiss. Eddie is still frowning.

"I don't care. It'll take a lot more than that to scare me away, okay?" He soothes his thumb over Eddie's cheek again. Eddie nods, slowly, his eyes moving rapidly over Steve's face. Steve smiles, Eddie graces him with a small smile in return. Steve moves his hand, places it in Eddie's, and pulls him to his feet.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He whispers, dragging Eddie to the bathroom. Steve moves his hands to Eddie's waist, his fingers curling into Eddie's waistband. Eddie's hands move, grabbing his wrists.

"Steve you don't have to-"

"I want to." Steve insistes, looking at Eddie, nodding once, trying to make him understand that he's here, he's not going anywhere.

"You gonna shower with me too?" Eddie jokes, his fingers sliding away from Steve's wrists.

"I can if you want." Steve shrugs, it's not a big deal. Except that judging by Eddie's face, it might be a big deal.

"I mean, or not. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." Steve says in a rush. Eddie smiles then, really smiles.

"It won't make me uncomfortable." He says sofly, his hand moving up, into Steve's hair.

"You're wet." His brow is furrowed again, like he's just noticed.

"It's raining." He says, swaying forward, letting his forhead rest against Eddie's.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. And I hit you too. Shit. I'm so sorry." Eddie's arms wrap around his waist as his head falls to Steve's shoulder.

"You're forgiven." He rubs his hands up and down Eddie's back as he squeezes him tighter.

Steve helps him undress, and then undresses himself, tossing their clothes in a pile on the floor. Eddie gets the water warm and they step in. They don't talk. And Steve's pretty sure he's never done anything this intimate, with anyone. It's not sexual, its just them, under the water. Eddie fills his hand with bodywash and tosses the bottle to Steve. They wash themselves, backs to each other. And then Steve takes a chance. He turns, moves his hand to Eddie's back. Eddie jumps, but doesn't shy away, in fact he presses into the touch. Steve smiles and moves soap over Eddie's back, his hands lathering in small circles, Eddie sighs and his shoulders finally relax. He turns and motions for Steve to turn around.

Eddie's hands on his back make him shiver. He always so gentle with Steve. Even when he teases and pokes at him. His hands are warm, as they lather soap into the small of his back, up over his shoulders, Eddie's fingers press into his neck gently and Steve feels the tension leave his own shoulders. Eddie's arm wraps around his middle and Steve lets him pull him under the warm spray of water, the suds running off them as Steve turns in his arms.

Steve moves his hands over Eddie's shoulders, smiling when Eddie blinks at him, he pushes Eddie's bangs back, his fingers moving carefully through his hair. Eddie moves fast, wrapping himself around Steve tighter, his arms squeezing around Steve's middle. He shoves his face into Steve's shoulder as Steve holds him, his fingers pressing into Eddie's back.

"Thank you for not leaving." Eddie's voice is shaking again, his chest flutters agaisnt Steve's and Steve pulls back, holding Eddie's face between his hands.

"I'm not going anywhere." He presses a kiss to Eddie's nose. It makes him laugh, and Steve moves forward again, needing to taste that smile. Eddie's teeth click against his before he does his best to kiss him back through his laughter. Steve pulls back, bumps his nose into Eddie's and then shuts the water off.

They both use Eddie's towel to dry, and Eddie grabs a pair of clean sweatpants for Steve. They both pull on clean clothes and Steve grabs a blanket from the living room, lays it out on Eddie's bed. Eddie crawls in and holds his hand out to Steve.

"One sec." Steve says, he grabs their wet clothes and the sheets on the floor. He pads to the small washing machine and tosses them in, then goes back to Eddie. He finds him sitting on the bed, legs crossed, his hands fiddling with his pantleg, looking up at him with tears in his eyes again.

"What? What happened?" Steve asks, sitting down in front of him quickly. Eddie shakes his head and wipes at his face.

"Nothing. Nothing I'm just- I'm just glad you're here." Eddie laughs, breathily, and Steve smiles, pushes Eddie back on the matress and settles beside him. Eddie curls into him, hesitant, as his hips brush Steve. Steve smiles, shoves his arm under Eddie and pulls him flush agaisnt him. Eddie melts into him. His fingers moving through the hair on Steve's chest, making him shiver.

"I am sorry. That you had to deal with all this." Eddie waves his hand at himself, at the bed. Steve grabs his hand, laces their fingers, and rests their tangled hands on his chest.

"It's fine Eddie. It's not like it was a total surprise. I mean I've seen your sheets." He glances over at Eddie who looks shocked, he smacks Steve's chest with their joined hands.

"Um okay rude. Those stains could have been anything!" His voice squeaks as he lifts himself to his elbow to look down at Steve. Steve looks up at him, raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah okay fair enough." Eddie sighs, falling back down onto Steve, his hair tickling his neck, Steve doesn't mind much.

"Can I-" Steve starts, and then stops, not sure if it's rude to ask.

"It started when my dad left me here." Eddie supplies, already knowing what Steve wanted to ask apparently.

"He left you here?" Steve moves his free hand up over Eddie's shoulder, his fingers moving over Eddie's arm in nonsensical circles.

"Yeah. I mean, my uncle basically threatened him into it. Which was nice. But ya know, children abandoned by their parents often have bed wetting issues. It's a thing." Eddie nods against his shoulder, pulling his hand from Steve's to trace circles into his skin.

"Sounds super technical." Steve hums, smiling into Eddie's hair.

"It is. I read it in a book an everything." He nods, bumping Steve with his head, Steve uses the opportunity to press a kiss into his hair.

"It stopped. Mostly. For awhile. But after... after everything that happened. It started again." Eddie shrugs, his fingers press harder into Steve's chest and then move in gentle circles again. Steve pulls Eddie closer, finding his hand again on his chest and holding onto it.

"I'm sorry. That it started again. Does anything help? Or make it stop?" Steve asks, his fingers moving between Eddie's as he watches their hands. He moves his fingers over Eddie's ornate ring, his thumb pressing against the warm metal.

"You do." Eddie says. Whispers it into Steve's skin.

"Oh yeah?" Steve whispers back.

"Yeah. I mean, usually. Obviously not tonight. But I'm blaming the rain for this one." Eddie shakes his head a little, moves his fingers between Steve's and drops their hands.

"I won't argue with that." He moves his hand up Eddie's arm, into his hair. Eddie sighs, squirms a little closer, wraps his arm around Steve's middle and tugs.

"First time for everything I guess." Eddie hums. Steve can feel him falling alseep. He moves his fingers over Eddie's scalp.

"Do you want me to leave?" Steve whispers, moving a bit so he can look at Eddie, his fingers itch to touch his face, and then he remembers he can now. He moves his fingertips across Eddie's cheeks and watches his eyes flutter open.

"No. No I want you to stay. I've always wanted you to stay." Eddie says, his eyes clear as he watches Steve watch him.

"Always?" Steve moves his finger down the bridge of Eddie nose, making him scrunch his face at the tickle.

"Yeah. Since that first night you came over. Already kinda had a big ol crush on you." He scrunches his face again at the admission. Steve chuckles, pulls Eddie's hair off his neck so he can touch his skin instead. Eddie shivers at the touch.

"I think I kinda knew that." Steve smiles, kisses Eddie's cheek.

"And you crawled into my bed anyway? Risky." Eddie teases, his fingers dancing over Steve's ribs, making him squirm. Steve shrugs, moves his hand over Eddie's cheek, pressing into the soft skin there, Eddie's eyes flutter at the touch, Steve can feel his cheek dimple as he smiles.

"Some things are worth the risk." He breathes agaisnt Eddie's lips, smiling when Eddie gasps into his mouth. He deepens the kiss, for a moment, savoring the way Eddie tastes, the way his tongue moves against his, the way his breath catches when Steve presses his teeth into his lip gently. Steve pulls back, both of them sighing, he bumps his nose into Eddie's again, lets his head fall back on Eddie's pillow.

Eddie curls into him, his leg pressing between Steve's as he settles agaisnt him. Steve curls his fingers over Eddie's neck and holds him close. He hears, and feels, Eddie mumble into his shoulder, finally asleep, and lets his own eyes fall closed. He listens to the rain, moves his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand on his chest, and lets himself fall alseep in Eddie's arms.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing #mine #my fic #steve x eddie

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hollywoodsargeant · 10 months

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ive been reading your fics since u started posting them (at least these ones) back in feb and i love all of them tbh

okay maybe i love the ones where logan bottoms more cause um um um um um *runs away before tripping and falling*

sometimes i forget i've been doing this since february like. logan wasn't my fav until march so i would love to know what was going on in my brain for that month-long period of time

BUT. yeah <3 bottom logan is a plague and i get it... i was originally kinda No on it but then i thought of. literally just that line from show me how you show off about logan getting bent over on a boat and it was immedaitely over. ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GUY'S ASS......

#ask #what does he have all that ass for #dots...

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lesbolieeh · 3 years

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The Notebook

Best friend!Jeon Somi ✦ Crush!Fem!Reader

WC—3.1 ✦ k

WARNING—anxiety ✦ titles/ pet names

THEMES—light angst ✦ best friend au ✦ crush au ✦ future fluff (?)

NOW PLAYING—DUMB DUMB ✦ SOMI

[A/N.] i’m rly sorry for being away for so long but the news abt soojin has taken the fun out of kpop for me. i’m still trying to process it but for now i’ll just rewrite old fics from my wp and post them so i don’t leave u guys w/o queer content!

언니 (unnie) = older sister

M.LISTS—f!idols ✦ latest updates

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Today was one of those bad fucking days.

One of those days when you can't find any positivity in anything.

One of those days when you don't feel like talking to the people you love the most.

One of those days when you just want to give up.

The first thing you saw in the morning was a the notification of a text from your girlfriend.

Looking at the white speech bubble is something you usually look forward to when you see Sakura's name bright up your screen, knowing she always has something entertaining to tell.

But this particular morning she said something you wish were a joke.

BabyKura

[ive been thinking lately and i think we need a break ___]

My gf🤠💦

[You're not going to tell me why?]

Seen 10:17

You asked her the first thing that came to your mind.

She couldn't possibly just expect you to be OK with having a break without a reason, right?

After an hour you accepted the fact that she had left you on read and that she wasn't going to reply anytime soon.

Maybe it was because she called you ___.

She never called her by your name.

Only your friends called you that.

She was supposed to call you weird or cheesy pet names and nothing else!

Maybe it was because you had noticed that she'd gotten distant.

But that didn't matter, because she left you with no answers.

She left you with a headache.

She left you with your bad thoughts and theories.

Damn you, Sakura.

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood.

Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation.

The day couldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Somi, at a nice secluded area by the nearest river. You had planned out a picnic with the classic blanket and basket consisting of your favorite foods and snacks that were small enough to actually fit into the small ass (but cute) basket. For a whole week you hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, cliché picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet her and ruin her parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since the morning.

No, you weren't going to let the first time you meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad but somewhat expected news you got this ugly morning.

언니 ❤️

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Princess Somi

[why not?☹️]

언니 ❤️

[I'm not feeling too well]

Princess Somi

[it's ok i'll get some soup for u😊]

언니 ❤️

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Princess Somi

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

언니 ❤️

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table (lol) to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Sakura some slack in case you read any persuasive text from her — she's good with words and making you feel loved.

Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Somi was still expectantly waiting for her screen to go bright.

She must be joking, she thought.

Excitement had filled her body from the moment she opened her eyes this morning. You hadn't hung out for a whole week and she had missed you. Spending time with you was one of her favorite hobbies!

Needless to say, she liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem.

For so long she'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like her in the same way, and you even had a girlfriend for pete's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, she still wanted to spend every day with you. She wanted to be the only one you called Princess. She wanted to be the main person you spent your time on. She wanted your attention to be on her. She didn't want a week to go by without being with you.

Wondering why you called Somi Princess when you already were in a relationship?

Well, Princess had been Somi’s nickname before you even met Sakura (yes, you'd known Somi longer than you'd known Sakura, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with gher). And though your girlfriend never liked it, you had convinced her it was just a friendly pet name.

Because it was.

To you.

To Somi it the closest she'd ever feel to being your girlfriend.

But you started using that pet name less ever since Sakura came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined.

She loathed Sakura.

Sakura was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call him Princess on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at her as a potential girlfriend.

Sakura was an attention thief.

Not really.

But it felt like it.

Somi was jealous of everything Sakura had with you.

Because your girlfriend obviously was a threat, Somi felt like she needed even more validation than before (which was already a lot). She needed your attention. If you ignored her she'd think it was your way of telling her that you had left her completely for Sakura.

Ridiculous!

She shouldn't feel like you owe attention to her.

Again, your friendly (fucking) friendship was the closest thing Somi had to being together with you in the way she really wanted, thus she valued it a lot. Not having you as her girlfriend was hurtful enough, but not having you as even her friend would break her.

Like normal, she needed your validation.

Unlike normal, she wasn't getting it.

You weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it.

Emotional Somi’s smile dropped and so did her excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

She knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn girlfriend but she didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship.

No way she'd bail on our plans.

Princess Somi

[can i pls come over? the food will b bad tmw and i dont want it to go to waste😬]

Princess Somi

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Princess Somi

[pls 언니]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored her only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored her (on accident) was so painful that she had to leave the gathering that she had looked forward to for so long, confusing the others, to go and lock herself in a bathroom so she could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after him since you knew it wasn't very Somi-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked and reassured her you were her best friend and not someone there to make fun of her, she let you in.

The sight you were met by was her crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on her cheeks.

She had thought that you wanted nothing to do with her.

Stupid you didn't see the obvious sign.

It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to her that Somi'd gotten the idea that you had grown bored of her or that you wanted to leave her for Sakura (but she didn't tell you the latter part, of course).

How much your lack of attention and affection for her had affected her was scary.

And a fucking sign, you idiot.

Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind her of how much you valued your friendship.

Except for today.

She thought she had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore her unless you really meant it. Unless you really wanted them to part ways.

Therefore she thought that you wanted to go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances.

Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just her best friend. You were her love and happiness.

Without you she didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since she triple texted you and she still had no reply.

Slowly she felt how her tummy was turning into knots and how her eyes started stinging.

Princess Somi

[ur making me worried]

Princess Somi

[hey!!]

Princess Somi

[r u ignoring me?☹️]

Princess Somi

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 7 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:00

If you didn't show up then she knew for sure that you had left her behind forever. If you did show up then she'd confess to you. So spontaneous. She couldn't keep her feelings inside for another year because it wasn't healthy and she knew it. She knew she would have to tell you about her feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, she knew the time had come for her to confess.

Whilst she was anxiously thinking through why she made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future she had with you, the girl she loved was casually being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

two seasons of random show later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, you roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks (soda if you're underage) you had at home?

As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 50 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Princess Somi]

Fuck.

The last message was sent so long ago.

You looked at your windows. It was dark outside.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were behind the steering wheel and driving as fast as you were legally allowed to. Because of the quarantine the roads were almost empty and that made it thankfully more convenient for you to get by.

The whole ride to the river was filled with you thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was emotional and you knew it. You hurt her. You let her down. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived to the destination.

But to your fear, the parking lot was empty.

Fucking empty.

You didn't even feel the pain in your legs anymore, the pain in your heart had taken over any feelings you had before.

Were you too late?

Had she gone?

It wouldn't be shocking, it was past midnight after all.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend [who didn't have corona] and your phone would help solving your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Somi was still at your meeting place although there was no trace of her here.

Every step towards the place you were supposed to meet at hours ago was tough.

What if she wasn't there?

What if she was there?

On a bench by the water that was shimmering from the moonlight was a thin, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...?

Sniffles.

That's the sound that came from their direction.

You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Princess?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was her. You quickly sat down beside her and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike.

So that's how she got here.

After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to her. The light of the moon was illuminating her figure but exposed the redness and tears on her face. For hours she'd been outside and her face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

She choked on her tears and rested her face in her hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" she interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You weren't here at seven, so you already proved that you don't care about me," she hurried out before her voice could crack.

"If I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your bestfriend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 언니?" she asked and looked you in the eyes as if she'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took her hands into yours, oblivious to what the simple gesture did to Somi on the inside.

Her hands were so cold it was shocking that she was shaking because of her crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Princess."

You made sure to use her nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling her that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought her hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. She looked at your lovely action and felt how her tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make her warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made her feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept her hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Somi wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused he, but the bigger part wanted you to hold her in your arms. She loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if she tried.

"I-It's OK, 언니. At least you're here now," she whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe she should make sure her hands are cold—

You sent her a sorrowful smile and let her head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

She giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Princess?" you whispered into her fluffy hair and petted it.

Should she tell you how she feels? Should she possibly ruin this?

Would you ever kiss her hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch her this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call her Princess?

For hours she'd been outside in the cold waiting for the love of her life so she could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of her life, showed up.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. She ended up writing around seven songs. Some lyrics were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some lyrics didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where she was in her non-existing love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written in the point of view of a woman who was hopelessly in love with her bestfriend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 언니. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," she lied right through her teeth.

You chuckled lightly, believing her immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and her fake one.

You put your face in her cheek, making her blush (not that you'd notice, since her tears had made her red from before), "Well, my tummy is a lil' too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" she questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against his cheek and she felt it, making her smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"Wait! We can't leave your bike," you exclaimed suddenly at the realization.

How is it so that when you're tired and alone you're just lazy but when you're tired and with your best friend you're more energetic than usual?

"You know what? Since I was a jerk I'll let you drive my warm car while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively and tossed her your keys.

"B-But, 언니—"

"By now you should know not to try and go against what I say," you interrupted her and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn.

She laughed. The little sadness she had inside was gone by now. Her cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 언니."

"I warn you, don't break my car or else I'll break you, Princess," you said teasingly.

"I would never~ See you in an hour, 언니," she winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before making her way to your car.

You waved back to her and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start.

But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Somi’s notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Somi’s you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Somi’s because it would worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your bestfriend's since you already knew all her secrets.

The snippet was Somi’s.

It was from one of the pages of lyrics that barely rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy she was feeling and also told her part of the story of the situation.

I want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

I want, more than anything, for her to call me HER Princess

So that's what she wanted to tell you.

✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦

❝ 난 네 머리 꼭대기에서 춤춰 you dumb, dumb 영혼까지 끌어 떠는 내숭 결국 이게 다 널 위한거야 Dumb, dumb, dumb 순수한 내 눈빛보고 잔머리 굴리지말고 Let's play, dumb, dumb, dumb ❞

( I'm dancing on top of your head, you dumb, dumb Trying my best to put up a front to impress you At the end, it's all for you Dumb, dumb, dumb When you look into my eyes, don't think too much Let's play dumb, dumb, dumb )

—jeon somi; 2021

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falling-heights · 3 years

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Ah, okay, that makes sense and I see where you're comin from there. I'm a really big fan of Frieza and how ruthless and outwardly proper even when he's being mocking or condescending. His lipstick is on point too.

While Frost isn't very foreword with his tricks and evil deeds, I feel like he's a younger, more 'naive' Frieza. If King Cold hadn't really been Emperor of Universe 7 (Chilled too), Frieza probably would have had to be similar to Frost's situation for a while. At least before he became strong enough to become who he is today.

Frieza was brought into a universe he already controlled and through his father training him to take his place, him already having control for most of the universe for so long, Frieza could naturally be more showy in his evil actions because there wasn't a prevalent fighting force that could provide a chance of really stopping the deeds. Like in universe 6. Since Frost isn't a prevalent character in the show we don't know all that much about his past or much if he has a family to help him fool his universe.

As such, all we can really go off of is when Frost said there wasn't all that many of their kind. So it's safe to assume (for now at least) that he's used his own heroic charisma and fighting prowles to start his own scheme of starting and profiting off of his own wars. While Frost is definitely not as strong as Frieza or most of universe 7, he never really had to be. There wasn't any looming threats in his universe, and the only thing that's dangerous in the slightest is Hit and none of the saiyans seem to see him as a threat. There was no King Piccolo, no Frieza, no Majin Buu; just a lazy god of destruction and an assassin no one's after. Thus, this left most of Universe 6's main characters without challenges to overcome so they had no real reason to get stronger. Yet.

When comparing the manga and anime versions of Frost, the manga version has him seem eager to please his companions (much like in the anime) but far more inexperienced as he is only in the tournament for a few chapters before Frieza double-crossed him. Anime Frost was intelligent and knew when to retreat as well as to make Frieza prove himself before completely trusting him and getting thrown off. When Roshi and Frost were fighting, after Roshi tried to seal him, he noticed Vegeta was nearby and went in for some revenge. He was smart enough to plan for Roshi to try trapping Mageta in a jar and overtook it to capture Vegeta...with the very same jar he'd almost been in.

Frost is a walmart version of Frieza, but it's the differences that get me to like him a bit more. He doesn't just rely on his strength or a single plan. At times he uses his intelligence and new knowledge on the battlefield to create new plans. He has a charisma like the Great Saiyaman but uses it for evil. Certain smiles from the naive Ice-jin just have cinnabon energy. He is Frieza's counterpart so they're destined to be similar, but when you gloss over the things that make the characters them, it's like saying Caulifla is a walmart version of Goku or Hit is the walmart version of Piccolo.

Overall, Frieza is a hop skip and a jump away from becoming the scariest yandere in which he has complete control and is powerful enough to keep it that way. Forst, on the other hand would be a softer yandere that could be seen as clingy or too cuddly because he could give his s/o the impression that he's harmless and 'only wants the best for them' with his s/o being none the wiser. Simply put: he couldn't afford to be a full on yandere like Frieza because he's homeless, not exceptionally strong as a fighter, and has no control.

There was potential for Frost to be an actual Yang to Frieza's Yin would have been so much better character wise but his personality (or glimpses of it) make up for it a tiny bit.

I'm so sorry this got long, but overall he gives off weasley and cinnabon vibes...Lastly...He doesn't wear lipstick??

Sorry, the size of this ask crushed poor baby's head.

You make a completely fair argument.

Your reasonings arent far off from why i love Turles as much as i do. Its kinda cute we both love walmart version characters, just never say that about Turles to my face, ive been in self-denial for too long now.

There actually isn't anything to argue. You can like who you want, whether i do or not doesnt matter at all, so keep going at it.

And like- yeah no lipstick. Im used to Frieza's plum-ass purple lips, and seeing just a line throws me off every time

#yandere #dbz #dragon ball z #dragon ball #yandere dbz #dragon ball super #yandere dragon ball #yandere headcanons #frost #frieza #yandere frost #yandere frieza

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Wheel-bound 1/3

Batman/Bruce Wayne X Reader

Warnings :heavy angst, gun wounds, guns

Words: 1,105

Y/N is James 'Jim' Gordon's little sister. Wall they catch up a certain mad man ruins their day. Also Grayson is Robin.

I went to see brother James at his house we sat on the couch. We both had finished our shifts at the station. It has been year's since we spent time together, well without having gun's or life-threatening situations. We sit on his couch.

"so how's my niece?" I ask having not seen her in a while

"she's at her mom's, I'll pick her up tomorrow"

I felt for my brother he ended up with a ugly divorce. He only sees Barbara 2 day's a week. I know he misses Barbara often. He may not be great at relationships, but he's a great father.

"Barbara's very lucky to have you as a father, Jim"

He softly smiled "humph I don't know about that, but anyway how are you? Last I heard you and Bruce were--" he stammered and cleared his throat

I'm a grown ass woman and my overprotective brother still can't handle believing that his dear little sister as had sex. I rolled my eye's

"he's been super busy with Gotham and Wayne enterprise" I say with a heavy sigh missing him "I haven't seen him in a long time"

"maybe it's good for you to have a break"

I snorted "you just like to think I'm still a innocent little girl who doesn't have se--"

"H-H-hey" he nervously laughed "let's not go there"

I heard the door knocking I laugh hitting his shoulder. I walk to the door and opened, Joker! I move my hand to grab my gun. He aimed his gun and fired before I could retaliate.

"Y/N!!" James yelled

I fell back onto the glass coffee table it shattered beneath me. A burning pain in my abdomen. I hear gunfire and my brother's struggling breath. I held my bleeding wound my tears falling in fear of my life and my brother's.

"J-Jim"

Joker, kneeled in front of my touching my cheek

"yes, cry to big brother" he laughed

Dick's P. O. V

At the cave after a training exercise, that M'gann put us in a telekinesis mission that we couldn't have possibly won. Though something added on to my trauma M'gann didn't know Y/N is confined to a wheelchair. I had used a mini robot bug to see and listen to the doctor's. They told Bruce there doing everything they can to save her. That's the last I heard that and she'd never walk again if she were to make it through this. It took everything in my power not to run and hug Y/N when I saw her(though it wasn't really her). I wanted to apologize say that I love her. After my therapy session with Black-Canary I didn't tell her about my only mother figure. I feel that horrible gut feeling I did when I lost my parent's. I walk to the kitchen Miss Martin cooking with a smile. Superboy, sitting on the couch. K-F and Artemis arguing like a married couple. Everything as it should be. So why am I not happy? I can't stop worrying about, Y/N. After my mom and dad died. Bruce, filled in the hole my dad left, in his own way. Y/N, she filled in my hole my mother left. She always cared for me, she disciplines me, she cooks with me, she makes me laugh, I make her laugh and she loves me. I need some space. I went to my bedroom in the cave. I plopped on the bed. I turn onto my side and held onto my pillow. I feel my tears fall.

-"who would like some brownies!" (M'gann)

She had us in a mental link. Great.

-"no thanks M'gann I can't stomach to eat right now"

-"you alright, Rob? (Wally)

-"I'm fine!"

-"you don't sound fine, you sound like hell" (Wally)

-"Wally, be nice" (Artemis)

-"do you want us to call Black-Canary?" (M'gann)

I huff taking a deep breath

-"I just want to go to sleep if you could unlink me. I'd like my thoughts to myself for a while please"

-"o-OK sleep well Boy Wonder" (M'gann)

Bruce's P. O. V

My heart aches seeing Y/N in so much pain. She's lost all feeling from the waist down, confining her to a wheelchair. With my adopted son in the waiting room. I stood in front of her. She was, hooked to a heart monitor, IV fluids and her abdomen bandaged. Wearing a hospital gown with a small blanket on her. I took my glove off. I gently put my knuckles on her soft face

"Y/N, can you hear me?" nothing please open your eye's "Y/N, it's me, it's Bruce"

She jolted her eye's open grabbing my hand, I could've moved away from her grip but I know she's scared. She gasped

"Bruce" her voice tired she grabbed me, I let her wrap her arms around me "he.. He took him Bruce, he took my brother" she cried with fear her anxiety causing her to hyperventilate

"Y/N, calm down" I say softly in hopes of calming my love down "take it easy, it's OK"

She let go her moving her grip to my cape. I cup her arm's as she cried

"what-w-what is he doing to my brother" she sobbed my heart drops

I kissed her she eased her breathing. I leaned on her head

"I promise you, Y/N I will find Jim"

She loosened her grip she touched my chest. She sniffed taking a deep breath.

"I love you"

I reach for her and I hold her hand kissing her knuckles. I usually did not respond when she says those three word's that warm my heart. I would usually show her affection small kisses, loving looks, though given the circumstances

"I love you, Darling"

Y/N's P. O. V

I sat on the wheelchair after a few hours of physical therapy. The doctor explained that I will likely be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I hear the door knocking

"come in" I say loud enough for whomever was there could hear

I saw, Barbara my 15 year old niece. She covered her face gasping. Tears falling down her face. I narrow my eyebrows hating seeing her so upset. She walked to me and held my hand. I gently rub her back she hugged me. I wrap my arm's around my niece

"oh, Babs we're going to find your dad I promise"

"I heard you were in surgery Bruce pr-promised me on the phone that you we're OK but I was so scared"

"oh, sweetheart it's gonna be OK"

#batman #bruce wayne #Batfamily #Batman X Wife-Reader #Batman X Reader #Bruce Wayne X Reader #Dick Grayson X mom reader #Batmomom! Reader #Batmom X Batman #Jim Gordon sister #Reader is Jim Gordon's sister #Young Justice #Dick Grayson is Robin #Joker #Wheelchair #Wheel-bound

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shra-vasti · 4 years

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LEE SEOKMIN

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Lee Seokmin x reader

Type : non idol au, ex-lovers au

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : none

Word count : 2k approx

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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"Have you packed everything?"

You stood up properly when a hand grabbed your luggage from your hand, easily carrying it, you look up to see Seokmin grinning at you wiggling his eyebrows and you smiled nodding at him enthusiastically.

Your school had planned a 2 days 1 night trip to Seoul and you were keeping your luggages at the trunk of the bus you were assigned to.

"That's great, I'm really excited for this trip."

He looked extra handsome because of the glow on his face, he was really excited and so you were. It was your first time going out to a long trip that your parents had agreed to and you were really thankful to all your friends who helped you take their permission.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get inside the bus."

You put the luggage hurriedly in the trunk and made a run inside the bus, Seokmin following behind shaking his head at your excited state.

You sat not so far from the back with Zeny while Andie and Jane shared a seat just behind you. Seokmin made his way towards you and sat beside Mingyu who was seated on the seat adjacent to yours.

You informed your parents that you safely reached in the venue and were currently on the bus ride with others and leaned on your seat in a more relaxing position.

It had been nearly an year since you had started dating Seokmin and everything was going on really fine. You never had any fights with him although there were many hurdles which came along the journey of you two but you were glad to have him by your side.

You jolt up from your seat, your attention which was previously on Zeny showing something funny on her phone to come face to face with Jun who was looking down at you from where he was sat in front of your seat.

You smacked his forehead and he winced, rubbing the area where you had hit him and pout at you.

"Yah y/n throw your mobile away and interact."

He complained about how you and Zeny were in your own world and weren't enjoying with others since its supposed to be a trip to bond with other student well and develop a good team.

"Okay okay stop complaining I'm all in."

You put your hands up in surrender and he laughed at you, ruffling your hair and pinching your cheeks cooing how cute you look when you were annoyed.

You swat his hands away, your eyes unconsciously trailing towards Seokmin who was seated on your adjacent seat with pouty lips and narrowed eyes.

Your smile faded being completely aware that his jealousy might have been kicking in. He didn't like you hanging out with Jun ever since he shamelessly declared his love for you even after knowing that you were dating Seokmin.

Everyone had warned you that Jun was a bad news for your relationship but ever since you had started dating Seokmin, Jun had always accompanied you and hung out with you since you shared all of the classes together so both of you were pretty close at this point.

Jun's feelings for you were the first hurdle yours and Seokmin's relationship came across, both of you had taken a break from your relationship to give each other spaces and time to figure out what to do.

You eventually got back with him and kept your distance with Jun but you still hung out with him since he was really chill about his feelings and never really made you feel like you were leading him on, you made it very clear to him that you're loyal to seokmin and wouldn't entertain any ill behaviour.

You even asked Seokmin if it was okay for you to do that and if he wouldn't have agreed you would have left hanging out with Jun, it wasn't like you ever hung out alone with him so that wasn't a problem.

"Are you okay?"

You asked him as you looked at him concernly to which he shook his head and relaxed turning his whole body sideways so he could have a better look at you.

"I'm fine, you are paying attention to everybody but me."

"But I was talking with you from like past 2 hours?"

"It isn't enough." he whined making you close your eyes momentarily to avoid saying anything meaner to him.

"Why are you behaving so clingy towards y/n, let them enjoy Seokmin, the trip is supposed to be them bonding with everyone and not your honeymoon."

Seokmin glared at Jun who just shrug in turn and grabbed your water bottle from your lap taking a sip.

You got into the horrow show room inside the lotte world, feeling relieve once you settled in your given seats along with Jane, Andie and Zeny. You were feeling a bit dizzy due to constant travel.

The show started and you sat crossed leg on your seat, your body running cold.

"I'm feeling a bit weak."

You confessed to Andie who was sitting right beside you, she gave you a concerned looked before asking Jane for a bottle of water and making you drink some of it.

The show ended but you couldn't shake of the dizziness so you got out of the room with the girls help and call out for your incharge teacher who was with other students walking ahead.

"Mrs Jang, I'm feeling a bit dizzy do you happen to have any medication for it since mine is inside the bus?"

Mrs Jang looked at you worried, hand going to your forehead to feel your body temperature but before she could do anything else your eyes rolled back and your body went limp but you didn't fall.

The last thing you remember was Mrs Jang informing everyone to continue enjoying the rides and Seokmin giving you a concerned look with teachers pushing him away from where you were and Jun holding you in his arms as he begged you to keep your eyes open.

You opened your eyes after what felt like eternity as you came face to face with Jun and Jane looking at you.

"You're finally awake."

Jane sighed in relief as she clasped her hands together thanking God that you woke up. Jun's hand made its way towards the back of your neck and he helped you sit up properly.

"Still dizzy? The doctor here gave you an IV drop."

"I'm perfectly fine just a little bit weak but I can handle it now, it'll get better."

You smiled thanking him for staying by your side instead.

"I asked Mrs Jang to volunteer to be with you since she had responsibilities to look after all of the students and Jane here was scared to ride so she too stayed for you."

You nodded at the information feeling guilty that it was because of you he had to abandon his chance of enjoying. Jun must have seen your worried face as he tapped your shoulder with his as he whispered.

"Hey don't feel sorry, I would always choose to hang out with you more than anything."

You just pushed him away scrunching your nose at his playful banter. The rest of the day was spent with Jun as Jane got distracted by the plushies at the stores but she did gave Jun an earful before making him promise to never leave your side.

You were clicking pictures with Jun when you heard Seokmin's voice from the distance with him running where you were.

"Breathe."

You told him as soon as he stopped in front of you panting. Jane told you how he wanted to stop but since Jun and her were already by your side the teachers told him to just go with others not wanting everyone to huddle up with you not enjoying the trip.

For Seokmin to stay either of them had to leave you and Jun wasn't ready to leave your side and Jane concluded it would be a disaster to leave you alone with Jun and Seokmin.

"Are you feeling better? Do you need any help? Want me to take you to nearby bench where you can just enjoy the scenery in peace?"

"If you were that worried might as well have stayed by their side instead of going around enjoying different rides with Mingyu, Eunwoo and others."

Seokmin straightened up glaring at Jun knowing all well what really happened and if it wasn't for Jun's stubborn ass he would have been by your side all day.

"Come on guys stop it and Seok its alright I'm fine you don't have to worry just enjoy the rest of the day I'm fine alone too, Jun you too."

The rest of the trip was a blurry haze to you with Seokmin being way too overprotective and possessive of you and Jun trying his all to piss him off.

You were getting tired because unlike before Seokmin wasn't letting you spend any time alone even with your friends and was always by your side which made you irritated.

The first thing you told Seokmin when you decided to accept going out with him was for him to give you your space and he was doing just opposite of it.

You heaved a sigh as you washed your face in the restroom since you were asleep longer due to your health. Whole night Seokmin didn't leave you alone hissing and groaning whenever anyone came towards you so every thing was practically you and Seokmin on one side and rest of the students on others.

He allowed only Jane, Zeny and Andie to be with you and at some point they left too, when you suggested them, feeling awkward being with Seokmin constantly.

You were angry at yourself, at your health and especially at Seokmin for being so sensitive. You got out of the restroom drying your face and locking the room.

"How's the mood?"

You turn around to see Jun leaning against the wall opposite to your room, he pushed himself off it and made his way towards you.

"I'm fine."

"You must be very frustrated since Seokmin was practically glued to you after yesterday's incident cause I know you don't like such behaviour."

"I'm really fine Jun, yes I'm frustrated and I might snap at some point soon but he can't be behaving like that everytime I talk with anyone."

Jun could sense how frustratsd you've become since yesterday and he was actually scared of what was going to unfold for Seokmin once he come back to his senses.

Everybody in the school knew how you prioritized your comfort and peace before anyone else and how you don't flinch in cutting anyone off if they ever do something which is opposite of your comfort.

"Hey just take a deep breath and chill okay?"

Jun's voice was gentle as he motioned you to take deep breathes to avoid getting frustrated, he tucked a strand of your disheveled hair being your ear smiling at you.

"I'll go ahead come down soon."

With that he left you and made his way down the stairs only to bump with Seokmin at the head of the stairs. Jun shrugged before continuing his way as Seokmin made his way towards you.

"Seok?"

You questioned as he didn't stop and continued walking closer to you pinning you onto the wall as he held your hands up against the wall.

Your breath hitched at the close proximity since this was the first time anyone had ever come this close to you and you didn't like the feeling since you knew he was doing all of this just out of jealousy.

"You're never going to leave me right?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"How should I? You never know what goes inside that mind of yours."

It had been a while since you felt so confusingly angry at someone. You had been dating him for nearly a year only for him to say he isn't sure if you will stay by his side or not? It was like he was accusing you of cheating.

"If you aren't sure let's just cut it here then."

You pushed him off already feeling your head throbbing due to frustration and anger all towards a said boy.

He grabbed your hand pulling you back against his chest locking you in his arms so you wouldn't escape while you tried your best to push him off. He leaned down kissing your neck clumsily making you feel even more disappointed and disgusted at him.

Everyone was downstairs eating breakfast and even if anyone were in their room you didn't want to create a scene in the middle of your trip.

He released you when you slapped him across his face, you weren't comfortable with such behavior and he should've respected your privacy before doing anything like that but he let his emotions take the best of him.

He stood there for a good ten seconds holding his cheeks before he came back to his senses. His face full of horror as he looked in your direction, messy hairs and uneven breaths.

"y/n."

"Don't."

"I'm sorry listen to me I shouldn't have done this I'm sorry, yesterday was the exact day Yuna broke up with me and I got really insecure about you and watching you hung out with Jun all day made me more furious, I'm sorry."

His eyes were full of tears as he explained what was the cause of his behaviour.

"Just because she left you doesn't mean you had any right to accuse me like that Seokmin, you could've talked it out with me but you decided to act all clingy and irritating and make my whole trip a disaster but that's not the point, how dare you accuse me like that especially when I'm trying my best to work this relationship out."

You turn around when he didn't say anything and walk back down towards the rest of your friends for your morning breakfast.

You weren't certain where your relationship would go after this but you were certain you couldn't handle his insecurities for the rest of your lives or even for a longer period of time.

You made up your mind, you'll leave him after you graduate from high school, exactly 4 months from today.

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derireo · 4 years

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Wilting Lotus / CH. 3

Flashback Three: The Guardian Angels to a Glutton

Coming together to create theories of why this all happened in the first place, Izumi learns a couple things or two about the men that saved her that night.

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Izumi was in the middle of eating a snack when Itaru and the stranger came back to her room, causing a slight ruckus as the door was violently swung upon. The door handle slammed into the wall, resulting in a faint cracking noise that startled Itaru and Izumi, and they quickly glanced at the man who was in the middle of readjusting his tie.

Quietly, Itaru slinked around and checked the wall where the door hit, and did his best to keep his face neutral so that the man wouldn't know that there was a huge ass hole in the dry partition.

Izumi was kind of glad she asked the guards to stay outside otherwise one of them would've died on the spot.

The young blond held a finger to his lips when she glanced his way, causing her to hide her smile behind the treat she was eating as the man in the glasses went to sit down in the chair by her bed.

Slowly, her smile faded away when the stranger caught her attention just by sitting there, hands falling to her lap to show respect while doing her best to swallow the rest of the food that was in her mouth.

The drip of the IV was the only sound in the room, and the way the silence permeated throughout had Izumi clenching her fingers. The man that sat in Itaru's former spot was sitting with his leg crossed over the other, and he was staring at her in thought while he pinched his lower lip between his fingers; as if wondering about what he should do with her.

Helpless, Izumi looked over at Itaru who was also doing the same thing by the wall he broke, his eyes squinting at her.

"Guo Dian and Li Xiahouji, huh?" The stranger pondered under his breath, but peered straight into Izumi's eyes. His irises were a light purple, but with how intense his stare was it looked menacingly dark. The young woman frowned.

Izumi nodded at the mention of the familiar names and felt her heart squeeze painfully tight. She kept her lips sealed to prevent the two men in the room from hearing her strained voice, and instead weakly lifted her arm to motion for the man to continue.

"They've fled to the outskirts of the city; too far for the cops to reach and definitely too far for us." He informed, and mirrored the frown that was on Izumi's face. They had moved so fast that even Itaru was surprised when they first received the news– it looked like they started heading out not too long after the men found her in that alleyway.

The news was disheartening enough to make Izumi slump in her bed despite her injuries screaming at her to be careful. She cringed at the sharp pain that stabbed her in the side, and the ache in her lower back as the man by her bed watched on in silence, going back to his wondering state.

"Do you have any idea why this happened?" Itaru wondered aloud and kicked the door to the room closed, stepping to the side to hide the hole that was still there in the wall. He was also frowning, puzzled by the unusual act of unorganised crime.

Izumi shook her head. "Not any good ones."

Both men sighed in slight exasperation and looked at each other with a shrug, their lips pursed. They didn't know much about Guo Dian and Li Xiahouji despite their notorious monikers and how they moved in clubs, and for some reason whenever they looked deeper to latch onto something, only Izumi's name and information would show up.

Itaru couldn't wrap his head around it. He had no idea how they were able to hide everything about them that was important for their search.

› Tachibana, Izumi.

› 21, Freelancer.

› Originally residing in Ki Village, now lives in Yunliong City in pursuit of a man named [ REDACTED ].

› Head of a small notorious group called Hanbei.

› Only connections in city are two others, Dian, Guo & Li, Xiahouji.

› Dian, Guo.

› 23, Part-Time Tutor, Freelancer.

› Permanent resident of Yunliong. Former resident of [ CONFIDENTIAL ] and [ CONFIDENTIAL ].

› Reason for coming to the city: UNKNOWN

› [ REDACTED ]

› Has connections with [ CONFIDENTIAL ], [ REDACTED ].

› Li, Xiahouji.

› 22, [ BLANK ]

› Permanent resident of Yunliong. Former resident of [ CONFIDENTIAL ] and [ CONFIDENTIAL ]

› [ REDACTED ]

› Reason for coming to the city: UNKNOWN

› Has connections with [ CONFIDENTIAL ] and [ CONFIDENTIAL ].

Deep down, they knew that one of those two had something against her. With all of their presumed locations classified or removed, there was no way they would be able to find that duo so easily. Despite having the power of this city, the government only saw them as a nuisance, and never acknowledged them so they had no chance of getting their help.

Gently biting into his thumb, Itaru glared at the back of the other man's head in thought, his arm curled around his waist while he leaned against the wall to rest.

"Don't you think they were just using her, Sakyo?" The young blond asked, curious. If he took a look back at their files, he'd see the name Hanbei, and the place she used to live. She was also said to be in pursuit of a man whose name is redacted on the document, and her only connections were Guo Dian and Xiahouji, whose files were mainly wiped out or not available to the public.

The man in the glasses, Sakyo, turned his head halfway to send a sidelong glance at Itaru who was still biting at his thumb, eyebrows furrowed as he stared back.

"We know Hanbei. We've seen those three at clubs many times already," Itaru frowned, "and as much as her file wants to say that she was the leader of them – we never saw her do anything other than drink and be left alone by those two."

Offended by the accurate observation from Itaru, Izumi stayed silent and huffily crossed her arms over her chest, doing her best to ignore the searing pain that burnt through her body as she agitated her injuries.

Sakyo's steely eyes flickered back to her as he stood up to press a button that was above her bed, going back to sitting after the light flashed red.

"It doesn't make sense to me why they tried to kill her though." The older man rumbled lowly. His sharp gaze stayed on Izumi as she sighed, and he watched as she looked at him with a soft frown on her face, uncrossing her arms and resting her hands in her lap.

"I don't know how I got mixed up in this," she murmured, picking at her hospital gown, "but maybe they're planning something and I was the diversion?"

"That is exactly what I had in mind." Itaru wagged his finger lazily and pushed himself off the wall to stand beside Sakyo, who was mulling over the idea. Itaru's kimono shook violently as he slapped a hand onto the pondering man's shoulder, earning him an icy glare that he happily ignored. "Her 'death' gave them an excuse to escape because they have no 'leader'. They are definitely planning something." He complained and shook Sakyo's frame.

With a strong grip, the stoic man held onto Itaru's hand with a crease popping up between his eyebrows, nearly throwing the younger man off of him before smoothing his hand down the lapel of his coat.

"They could have easily left the city without trying to kill her." Sakyo argued, checking his watch to how long it had been since he pressed the assistance button. "It seems either one or both of them didn't want you in the picture at all." He said, finally addressing Izumi.

The young woman scoffed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. There was no reason to be so rude to Sakyo anyways when she's mostly upset at the fact that her former boyfriend and friend decided to just off her. What the fuck?

"Obviously, considering they were doing this behind my back."

Her sullen expression made Itaru frown in sympathy, and he bumped Sakyo to the side so that he could sit down on the armrest that he wasn't using, arms going back to crossing over his chest.

She really had the short end of the stick and to be fairly honest, Sakyo and Itaru both immediately knew who she was when they found her in the alleyway. They had been keeping their eyes on her two years after she came to the city due to the request of a former member of their gang, but never approached her. They watched as she hung out with her friends at the clubs, and had others trail her during the day to see she made it home okay.

But they never saw this coming; meeting her in that alleyway. The only thing they knew was that they had a bad feeling about the two who were around her, and noticed that there was something off-kilter about that relationship with the other girl.

It was also quite obvious that there was a side thing happening between her and Izumi's boyfriend, but it looked like their girl was a little too dense to even notice.

"Now that we've got that out of the way, how do you feel about moving abroad for a little while after you've recovered?" Itaru asked and clapped his hands together with a sharp smile, head tilted as he watched an expression between confusion and shock took place on Izumi's face. The question was out of the blue and all too sudden; it had Sakyo sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb.

"I don't.. really have enough money to do that." She murmured sheepishly, cheeks burning. As much as she'd like to go and travel overseas, her humble education and difficulty with finding a stable job prevented her from earning enough. Sure, there was also the variable that she partied a lot with her friends which resulted in a lot of money going down the drain, but she at least had enough to pay rent on time.

Both Sakyo and Itaru eyed each other before turning back to Izumi who was avoiding their gazes, and both men shrugged their shoulders indifferently.

"We'll take care of expenses." Sakyo flicked off an imaginary piece of lint from his pants while Itaru nodded enthusiastically at the offer (statement, really). "All you have to do is stay safe, and we'll pay for everything you need."

It was curious -- having two of these men offer her a way out of the country while not knowing who they were. Her quizzical gaze switched between the two of them as she tried to muster up the courage to ask why they were giving her a chance to leave, and who they were to so easily pay for her travels. She again picked at her gown and looked away, still unsure of whether to accept or decline their offer.

Itaru harrumphed, obviously amused once he picked up the awkward feeling she was giving off.

"You do know the names Itaru Chigasaki and Sakyo Furuichi, right? He teased gently. It was a bit silly to be asking, but when he revealed his name to Izumi a few hours prior, the weight of it didn't seem to sink into her brain, and neither when he called for Sakyo did she pause and think.

"Presumably they're your names." She answered, much to their amusement. Itaru covered a smile behind his hand while Sakyo turned his head to the side to hide the corner of his mouth tilting up, much to Izumi's annoyance. She really wished they would just get to the point with these things, honestly.

"You're correct," Itaru said, muffled behind his hand as he tried not to giggle, "and do you know what is under those names?"

Izumi nearly threw her hands up in the air out of frustration, but held herself back. The stab wounds on her body were still fresh and she probably reopened them earlier with her childish arm cross, so she bit her lip instead and scrunched her nose in distaste to show Itaru that she wasn't amused.

Sakyo's hand jumped up to hit Itaru square in the back of the head causing a loud thunk to be heard, causing Izumi to choke on a laugh. The young blond almost flew off the chair.

"Ugh, jeez. Fine. You two are no fun." He muttered under his breath with slouched shoulders and tried to soothe the ache that spread through his head.

"We run Heaven on Earth, Silly. These clubs and pleasure districts you're always going to? They're ours." He chuckled and obnoxiously held his arms out in a show-off gesture, causing Sakyo to roll his eyes as Izumi paused in her tiny giggle fest, her eyebrows furrowing together in shock as she looked between the two men that sat in front of her.

"Uh? I don't think I should be receiving help from you guys then--" She started, but was quickly cut off by Itaru who shushed her by holding a finger to his lips and shaking his head, his eyes closing. The corners of his mouth were twitching up into a smile as he willed his heart to stay calm. He didn't really want to mention that person, but it may be the only thing that convinces her to agree.

"Someone who used to be close to us requested a long while back that we look after you, and that's what we're doing. Wouldn't it be terrible of us if we broke that promise when all this has happened already?"

It was obvious with the tone in his voice that he was trying to persuade her into agreeing, but with how he pouted as his yellow tinted circle shades slid down his nose, Izumi found it difficult to resist. It also made her curious as to who would be looking after her. She's been in Yunliong for only three years, and she barely made any new friends; let alone acquaintances.

Izumi sighed, slumping back into her bed with a resigned nod. "Alright."

"Great! You'll leave once you're fully recovered, so make sure you take care of yourself!" He badgered. "I want to teach you a few self-defence things before you go though, so leave your schedule open for me." He batted his eyelashes prettily.

Sakyo and Izumi cringed at the display of shameless cuteness and looked at each other silently, somehow having a conversation with just their stares while Itaru tilted his head dumbly, his smile still etched onto his face. After a few seconds of staring, Izumi quietly burst into laughter as the older man's lips twitched, and he made a move to stand up from his seat just as a nurse had carefully slipped into the room with a new roll of gauze and alcohol.

"You'll also learn how to hold a gun, so rest well." He murmured gently, reaching over the hospital bed's barrier to pet Izumi's messy hair. "I don't know how dangerous your friends are and how far their reach is. I'm not willing to risk anything." He continued and absently brushed his fingers down her face to pinch her squishy cheek between his fingers, causing the girl to grumble at the sudden affection between them.

"We'll come back to visit again when we're not busy!" Itaru said enthusiastically and stood up from his spot on the arm rest, not minding when Sakyo bumped into him as he turned away. His shades dimly glared in the light as he bent down to print a cheeky kiss to her temple, but Sakyo swiftly grabbed him by the collar to tug him away from her, giving the nurse space to help the young girl up from her resting position.

Izumi sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as sparks of pain flew throughout her body, but still managed to wave at the two men as they headed towards the door, receiving help from the nurse to lift up her gown to tend to the wounds that she had reopened.

"See you." She spoke softly, which earned her a wave from Itaru and a nod from Sakyo as they closed the door behind them.

And thank goodness Sakyo didn't notice the hole in the wall.

#wilting lotus #izumi tachibana #sakyo furuichi #itaru chigasaki #a3!#a3! imagines #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #a3! scenarios #finally getting some things out of the way #hope you enjoy!#ser: mafia au

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My journey about Ben Solo/Kylo Ren (spoilers)

TFA came out.

Kylo Ren appeared before me as this reckless, annoying and capricious brat. His attempts, to become the next supreme leader, were laughable. How could this kind of character be created? How did Leia and Han brought that person to the galaxy? I was angry. I expected more of that character.

But, of course, I hadn't even seen HIS STORY. His roots were not introduced yet. We only had Kylo Ren. This man-boy who was angry with his dad because he didn't pay attention to him enough and killed Han Solo in a act of villanism.

TLJ came out.

During the movie, I saw a whole new perspective. I understood more. At the end, I saw a character with so much depth. A man who was betrayed. A man who wanted to become someone who was led to the dark side. Luke Skywalker, the great jedi legend, Ben's uncle, tried to kill him because he assumed he was gonna be bad. He failed him as teacher, showing us that jedis are not perfect creatures as they are seen by the galaxy. Along side, Han Solo abandoned him for who knows how long. Leia was mad at him because of that. Ben knew that his mother was the only one who supported him. His love for her was strong but it wasn't shown that much but I could tell. The dark side took advantage of his loneliness, of his broken heart. So, that's where Rey entered.

Ben saw Rey as an equal. Someone who knew about loneliness. He realized something new. She was the answer to his achievement because the force was stronger when they were together. He knew it. She knew it. Rey needed Ben and Kylo wanted Rey. They fought together, back to back. They won. Kylo asked Rey's hand. They were teared apart. Therefore, Kylo Ren was mad. He wanted her but she said no. So, he searched for her last hope: The Rebels. His encounter with Luke was not able to fix anything, but it opened a door to the light with Rey on the other side.

This whole movie creates a perfect Kylo Ren development. They created the path to free Ben Solo, who is afraid and alone hiding in the darkness of his heart. It was Rey, his equal, who could save him. I have never been in love with such a message of redemption. Because we are never too late to change.

TROS came out.

Kylo Ren searched for this voice, who was seeking, desperately, revenge. When he found it, the Palpatine Emperor confessed that he created Snoke. His whole life, those voices, which led him to the dark side, took form as Darth Vader, Snoke, and as the Emperor himself. He was manipulated since day one. As a result, he was urged to kill him, to end that toxic circle. And that's when, he heard the rest of Rey's origins. Still playing as the ally, he went to look for Rey.

Ben needed her more than ever and the force was getting stronger every time their minds connected. So, then, they fought. He made her realised her history. He tried to convince her to join him, to defeat the Palpatine Emperor. He told her to take his hand again. But she chose her friends and escaped. But it was, of course, not over.

They encountered again. They fought. He made her took sides with him but she still refused it. They continued their battle. That's when Leia died, leading to a broken bond. His heart couldn't believe it. A part of him left. Rey's lightsaber went through him when she noticed Leia passed away. Ben was unable to say anything, his family was no longer with him. In act of compassion, Rey cured him, telling him she wanted to took Ben Solo's hand. She is still waiting for him and Ben understood that. After she left with pain in her chest, Ben heard his father voice. Han Solo told him that it was not too late to do the right thing. He could still change. However, Ben Solo were given no lines. They let Han Solo spoke and made the end of his character in relation with his son. But it was Ben's memory of his father that give him the last push to the light side, making him threw the lightsaber, which once was held by Kylo Ren. Ben Solo emerged and I was the happiest woman on that cinema. I knew Ben was free to take his own choices and to do what he felt right.

Then, Rey discovered that she needed to become the Sith Empress, as fulfilling her role as the Palpatine Granddaughter by killing the Emperor. When she was getting closer, because he was killing every rebel and she had no other choice, Ben Solo made his scene. The force, which was connected through them, allowed them to send things in each other's spaces. So, she gave him her lightsaber because he didn't have one to defeat the Sith followers. BEN IS THE SASSIEST, INCREDIBLE CREATURE EVER. HE NEEDED MORE SCREENTIME, I WANTED MORE OF THIS PERSON.

Once Ben was next to Rey, the Emperor said that there hadn't been a kind of force connection that strong before. My hype was on the roof. Leading him to took vital force out of them. They fall. After minutes, Ben stood up bit by bit, but Palpatine made him fly away in a attempt of deleting every lasting Skywalker. As Rey was defeating him, I couldn't help to think why Ben is not there. IN THIS SCENE, THEY TREATED HIM LIKE NOTHING AND PUT HIM OUT OF THE SCENE. WHY THE OTHER VICTIM COULD NOT FIGHT? WAS IT NECESSARY TO GIVE THE SPOTLIGHT TO REY? THEY WERE THE FORCE LAST HOPE. THEIR UNION WAS SUPPOSED TO BRING BALANCE TO THE GALAXY! In which place does Ben Solo stay? Was he only needed to play as the villain? It sucked ass that part.

Then, Rey dies next to the whole existence of the Sith. Ben reaches the place. As he could, he went to her side. He hold her. He hugged her as the only vital thing he needed it. So, he uses the force to bring her back. I wished he didn't. I wanted Ben Solo alive more than anything. His heart was gonna be broken but I didn't want him to be gone. Ben Solo needed more time. But, anyways, he put a hand over her belly and used the force. As she put her hand over his, she woke up. They looked at each other's eyes. He smiled, the love of his life was brought back. And, then, Ben Solo and Rey kissed. The long awaited kiss. They broke the kiss with the most beautiful smiles on the galaxy. I have never celebrated a kiss before that hard in my life. I started clapping and hitting my legs because my excitement. For a second, I hoped they were gonna have a happy ending. They were gonna rule the galaxy as they spread the force balance. But Ben expression changed to fear. He knew it was about time. Therefore, he died and vanished alongside her mother's body. He became a true Skywalker. He became a Jedi with his sacrifice. I don't accept his death. Rey moved on in a nanosecond. He went with the Rebels to celebrate. She didn't grief her love life's death. WHAT THE CRAP? Even, in the last scene, as she saw the Skywalkers presences vanishing, next to Luke's home in episode IV, there was no Ben Solo.

Ben Solo was created to fullfil the role of a villain, as he was not longer that, they decided to kill him. Was it worth it? The only way to pay his crimes was through his death? They broke the whole redemption message that they built in TLJ. He was created to push Rey's plotline. Nothing more. I hate them of how they managed his last movie.

Ben Solo deserves more recognition.

Ben Solo, who I started hating a lot, became my favourite character ever.

Ben Solo has my heart, always and forever.

I thank to the eternity and beyond to the Casting Director. That person said yes to Adam Driver who portraits the most dramatic character ever. His acting overpasses everything. I have become a huge fan of Adam. HIS ACTING IS SO GOOD, IT IS EXCELLENT. His character had a few lines in the last movie but he made me fall in love more than ever. It was Adam Driver's acting which created and developed Ben Solo. He deserves the whole credits. If it wasn't for he, I wouldn't even cared about this character. Adam saved Ben/Kylo from the terrible treatment and the lack of lines. THAT'S A TRUE ACTOR GUYS!

I'm gonna be pissed off to the day I die of how they decided to end this incredible franchise.

#tros spoilers #star wars #star wars tros #kylo ren #ben solo #adam driver #the rise of skywalker #reylo is endgame #reylo

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Little Sadie, part IV - The Mondo Bongo, prison and a man (Sam Drake x reader)

Description: The only man who left you broken and destroyed, the one who was your whole life fifteen years ago and the one who was constantly on your mind lately, is back. Samuel Drake has risen from the dead and you bet your ass that the night wasn’t the last time you saw him.

A/N: Ok, so we should be in the last part - I guess. Thank @missdictatorme for being such a supportive sweetie and @samdrakeftw for being an amazing part of this fandom.

Mood for this chapter: Well after a long reconsideration, it will be the song I named this chapter after - Joe Strummer’s Mondo Bongo. But to be honest, I ended up a playlist on Spotify named Sexy as folk and Winter Acoustics.

Part one Part two Part three

Word count: 5 975

Warnings: Well go ahead and just see for yourself??? I guess? Jesus, I'm still terrible at this. Just kidding. Smut ahead! Yeah, finally.

And you hung up the phone, looking through the window to the distance and didn't believe to what have you done. You just seriously told your ex, someone, who completely forgave about you for fifteen years to come over? Did you just start to apologizing him in your eyes like he was some sick kind of a saint, or what was going on in your head?

Were you going crazy? Most probably you were. But Samuel was on his way to your apartment and since he knew where you lived, you had to be quick.

There wasn't a place for your old football t-shirt or a messy hair bun, which was kind of cute but messier than the thoughts inside your head. You just dressed up into a tight yoga top, leggings and a crop top which was like three sizes bigger than you. You still looked tired, you had black and deep circles under your eyes, your skin was unnaturally pale and you definitely lost some weight in last ten days because of being in work almost all the time.

Then you started to chaotically run and tried to clean up your whole flat. Just before you washed the last glass that you found next to your bed, a loud bell noise traveled through your apartment.

You gave yourself a moment to get mentally ready, yet you didn’t even breathe properly and opened up the door for him. And you stood there, just looking at each other.

He was smiling, slicking his heavy sweated hair the back of his head. To be exact, the sweat covered him up completely and yet he didn't look like a disgusting psycho and let's be real, it wasn't his bad that there was like a million degrees outside. It made him look like an even bigger man than he was before if it could. And thanks to that, you could see everything through that light t-shirt because it showed literally every muscle, that's how sweaty he was. Every single one you could name and imagine? Yup, you could see it.

When you've seen him before and you didn't hold your emotions back then, it wasn't as bad as you imagined it for now; just standing right in front him and looking him in the eyes. You could even feel yourself smiling at him. You wanted to punch yourself because you were acting like a little girl.

He was just a man, yet a very attractive man who reminded you of your old Sam, and you were just a woman. There was nothing to be nervous about.

“I'm glad you invited me to come over,” Samuel said, when you stepped outside from the doorframe, suggesting him to come over.

“Something to drink? Water, lemonade or tea? Whatever you want, Sam,” you left him wandering through your flat, looking at every single detail with a facial expression of a five-year-old boy.

“Some alcohol would do the trick, thank you.”

“Come on. It’s not rational to drink when it’s like a million degrees outside.” You answered loudly enough for him to hear it through the whole flat, boiling water and his playlist playing.

“You're acting like my mother.” Samuel laughed and appeared right next to you. You freaked out a little, putting a wrist over your thorax to make it easier for you to breathe.

“Somebody of our trio has to be the clever one,” you laughed quietly. “It's not my fault that I’m the smartest, motorcycle boy.” You looked at him with raised eyebrows, but your eyes were starting to shine playfully.

"This is the girl I missed," Samuel whispered and started to open cupboards in order to find glasses. You laughed quietly and step in front of him, getting on the top of your feet, opening the right one.

"We have a lot of things that we have to talk about." You reminded him in the tone of a businessman who came in for an appointment. He chuckled quietly and get two mugs and glasses down on your sector.

"A bossy tone means you are deadly serious," Samuel said from searching the cupboards for a tea.

"Hey, I would rather pour down you a drink than listen to this bickering." You opened your fridge and get him and an old bottle of rum and a bottle of Cola.

"Don't be mad," Samuel walked in front of you with slow, precise steps, swaying his sides in the rhythm of one of the songs. He took both bottles and he smoothed the top of your nose. "I don't really mind when you're bossy. Quite enjoying it actually, if I have to be honest." He joked and you gave him his well-deserved punch to the shoulder.

"Stop playing around and let's talk." You went to sit on a chair with a cup of coffee and a glass of cold water. He was almost immediately after you with a glass of rum with cola in his hand.

"Would you mind..?" Samuel sat down the table next to you and took out cigarettes from the pocket of his trousers. You stood up and went on to give him an ashtray. Then you opened a window and hot, unbreathable air just hugged you tightly. You were sweating immediately.

"Go on. I don't mind." You smiled at him a lowered the sound a bit because you wanted to hear every word, every syllable he's going to make.

"So start talking, Samuel. I'm curious and listening." You took a sip of your coffee and looked at him from under your lashes.

"Well, I’m going to talk then you should ask me some questions you want to know the answers for. I promise, that every answer will be the truth." Samuel licked lips in a quick, soft gesture almost as if it was a subconscious action and then he lighted up his cigarette.

It smelled exactly the way you remembered. It was a smell that you couldn't ignore, so poignant and disgusting on one side and seriously attractive on the other side. His gestures were still the same, he left his leg nervously jumping around, so his whole body was moving in a quick rhythm, he still could curl up his wrist in a hugely elegant way and he was still closing his eyes and enjoyed the cigarette like it's going to be his last.

He wasn't that sweaty now and maybe that made his hazel so eyes intensely not overlooking. He was looking like a fine man in his best years, reminding you of younger Harrison Ford, George Clooney or Patrick Swayze - not by his looks, but by the vibe he was sending all around him.

"So a basic one. Where the hell have you been? Why did you left me here all alone, brokenhearted and crying every single night waiting for you to come home?" You asked with a hint of sadness in your voice, feeling how it cracked with every letter you spoke.

And he started to tell you the story of meeting Raphael Adler, whom he called Rafe, and venturing out to Panama with him and Nathan. He told you about the prison guard named Vargas and the deal between all of them, with Sam being the one who knows everything about that thing they were after, Nathan was the muscle of the whole plan and that Rafe has paid everything. And when they were about to leave the prison, Rafe got a huge rage quit during the whole escape and killed that Vargas guy.

And when Samuel didn't manage to escape along with his brother and his ally, he got stuck in that prison for long thirteen years. He couldn't write to you nor his brother, it just felt like disappearing from the surface of the world.

And he was rotting there for a quite some time until Raphael found out that he's actually alive and managed to get Samuel out of the prison. Then it got pretty interesting and intense because he started to describe his little trip with Sully and Nate to Italy, Scotland and Madagascar which almost cost his, Nate's, Elena's and Sully's lives.

You were really mesmerized. It sounded like a plot of a movie, but as you were assured, he was speaking the truth.

"Look, Y/N." He stood up and started to take off his shirt, stopping near his ribs. "These are the wounds from Panama." He smiled at you and sat down, drinking his second drink.

"So I wanted to come home for Nathan, for Victor and mostly for you. I really wanted to pick up my phone and call you about what happened. But it was like a hellhole out there and word civilization was more like a curse word. I was dying there alive until Adler found me, and after we finished that thing in Madagascar, I rushed back here. And I couldn't find you for two months. Clearly, you changed the address and phone number, so I asked Nathan. And that's how the thing ten days ago happened." He laughed sadly, lighten up another cigarette and drank almost half of his glass in one try. "I now know that I should call you first, just say that I'm alive and here and give you the time to arrange the thing inside your head, but I was too eager to see you." Samuel smiled and it was like a hormonal slap right into your face. He still had his firm, small lips and oh boy, you started to remember how those lips tasted like. He definitely looked older and more tired than before, he had a much longer forehead and deeper wrinkles, but that were the details that helped him aged like surely fine wine.

But besides that, he was still smiling like that young, eighteen-year-old boy. His eyes were still a little bit closed because of those lips curling up. He was also a lot bigger than you remembered; not that he got taller, but definitely he got more muscular in the meantime he was in prison. And then, of course, there was his new tattoo. You always knew that Samuel was a rebel at all costs, but you couldn't personally decide if you like that change or not.

"Moving on," you sat back, trying to get the picture of his half-naked body out of your head. "Who you even are now?"

"I'm still the Sam that you used to know. That incompetent idiot without sense for discretion. The motorcycle boy. I haven't matured much since the day you saw me for the last time, darling. Just got a bit tougher and not so open about myself. That's all." Samuel smiled at you and you couldn't keep your eyes on your mug.

He told you so many things about his past and yet it everything added up to the last detail. Somehow you felt that he's not messing with you, maybe it was the calm and slow tone of his voice, maybe it was that expression in his eyes, you didn't know the reason why you felt so calm and cheered up by him being him so close next to you. You missed him a lot since he left you carried a deep black hole in your thorax near your heart. And no one could heal the tear in you, even though many men tried. No one was like him and no one knew the thing he knew.

And now you felt how that tear disappearing just like that. It was almost like coming home, feeling complete and alive.

“I’m glad you’re back. I really am.” You whispered and for a moment, you both shut up, listening to the playing song. After a minute or two, he jumped out of the chair, stood up and looked at you.

“Its a really stupid idea, but haven't you kept my old guitar, just in case I'm coming back?” He looked at you and finally looked like a human being and not a chicken which is being grilled.

“You are so extremely lucky, Sam. It’s still here.” You got up and went into your bedroom. His old acoustic guitar was hidden next to your cabinet. You kept the guitar in its old leather case which Sam bought one day on a flea market and since that day, his guitar wasn't anywhere else.

You also took it to your friend, a musician, who had changed the strums, because you wanted to give the guitar to one of your friend's child. But thanks God you didn't do that.

“Here it is,” you gave it to him. It was the only thing you kept from his belongings. You gave the rest to Nathan, to a nearby charity or simply threw out of your flat. But the guitar was something different. You fell in love with her, because it was a part of Samuel. The first year when he was gone, you just sat on the of the rooftop where Sam used to took you on hot summer nights, smoothing the strums with your fingers because you couldn't play a single chord. But you sat there with your eyes closed and with a weak smile you whispered the lyrics of songs he used to sang on that rooftop. You still hoped he’ll come back to you. But he didn't.

Not much longer after that, you have just hidden the guitar in your flat like a reminder of him.

“You can still play?” You asked concerned, sitting back on the chair. You watched Samuel’s smile widened much more when opened the clinches and took his loved guitar out of the case. He hugged the body of his instrument by his big hands and witch the grace of queens, his left arm started to play chords. He wasn't even looking at his hands, he had his eyes closed and he was really quietly humming to the song.

You didn't know that one, you just saw moving his finger from the seventh to tenth fret, sometimes he wandered to the fifth one. You put your face in your hands, watching him quietly with a firm smile. The music from his playlist was muted and the only sound traveling by the stuffy air were the high notes played by the strums.

“Yeah, almost forgot it back in there,” Samuel said all of the sudden, waking you up from the trance. “But the guys out there were huge music lovers. They taught me again to play and they even taught me new serenades and songs to play. I had thirteen years to memorize every last one of them and my only wish was to play them for you.” He smiled firmly and you felt, how are your cheeks getting hotter.

“Don't take this personally, Sam,” you breathed out. “I'm really glad that you’re back and somewhere near, I really am. But it's not the best idea to mix my life with yours and the other way around. But I would love to be your friend.” You smiled him, watching his eyes twitched and looking at his lips smiling even more firmly.

“I get it. I would never do anything you're not feeling like.” He smiled and then he started singing. It was slow, full of emotions and passions, as you could say. Suddenly, you recognize that music from one of the older spy movies.

“I know that song!” You pointed at him and smiled. You know that tune, but not the words, so you started humming as he did before. His fingers moved along the frets slowly, pushing the strums to them when he should. There wasn't no hurried moves or a bad fingering, not once.

“Where do you know it from?” He looked at you meanwhile he played the break without looking back to the guitar.

“It’s one old spy movie, Angelina Jolie played in this movie before Tomb Raider.” You stated, not even thinking that he wouldn't know her. She was a worldwide famous actress.

“Before who played where?” He asked amused. That hit you hard. He really had to be without connection to civilization for a fair amount of time. Just there you noticed, that he’s prolonging the break because he didn't feel like singing or moving the song forward.

“Yeah, guess you're not only motorcycle boy or an idiot without the sense for discretion,” you stood up and poured yourself another glass of water. It was almost one p.m. Why did the time flew so fast with him? “You're a cultural primitive now.” You laughed and Samuel opened his mouth, then smiling and leaving your comment without a word.

“But we can manage that. I’ll help you with the last technical achievements and after that, you will be like a normal human being living in the 21st century. Even Sully knows Angelina Jolie!” You smiled at him and he finally broke the long break and started to sing another part of the song.

“What will be your repayment?” Samuel put the guitar away, curled his body until he was sitting directly facing you and smiled when he saw your opened mouth. The two of you could play this game.

“Well, it'll be some physical work for sure,” you heeled over to him with a smile on your lips. His smile started to fade slowly and his breathing was louder at that moment. “You’ll be like really sweaty after that.” Your fingers put some of your hair behind your ear and your eyes widened.

“I'm listening, my love.” He stated with the breath stuck in his throat.

“I need to help with some pretty heavy boxes to the top of my cabinet. You up to that?” You whispered. Well, Samuel was expecting something different coming out of your sweet lips, but this really amused him. He laughed loudly and you joined him in that, being all red and unintentionally cute.

“And that's all, you one bossy lady?” He got up, waiting for you to show him where to start. You got up next to him and led him to your bedroom.

“Yeah, I guess I don't really need anything else right now,” you smiled at him and showed him the mountain of boxes you had next to your bed. His eyes widened.

“You like killed somebody, or where did you get like... Twenty boxes of something?” Samuel asked in a quiet but playful voice. His face was acting like he was shocked and scared.

“It’s clothes for a charity, which is like seven months away. And I haven't got the time to move them into the cabinet. Are you up or not?” You raised your eyebrows, putting your palms on your sides.

“Well, I guess I don't want to be a cultural primitive anymore.” Samuel breathed out loud a caressed his own face with his palm. “Do I have another option?” He asked himself and went to lift the first one of the boxes.

It was a really fun afternoon, slowly turning into the evening. You spent like four hour moving the boxes to the cabinet, and you had to figure out how to Tetris them in, because there was a serious load of them. Sam got his breaks during that, smoking in front of the cabinet and watching it like it should move any time soon. Well, he was expecting it to break up, but that huge cabinet just kept standing.

He was telling you a lot of jokes, some of his hilarious prison stories and you found your satisfaction in watching him standing in front the opened cabinet, sweated at places where he should be and messing his hair with fingers. He looked like an antique statue with these ridiculously perceptible muscles.

If prison left him something, it had to be the ability to take care of himself and a body of a god. And at one moment, when you laid on your bed and watched how he smokes when the sun was slowly getting low, you found yourself wondering how that body feels like under the touch of your fingers.

You left those fantasies in a moment he turned to face you with a wide smile on his lip.

“Well, boss, I think it's done. It was tough work, but your boxes are in your cabinet, as you asked.” He sat next to you and you smiled, lazily laid down on your bed.

“Good job, my slave.” You joked and Samuel laughed.

“I guess it’s time to be on my way. I will call you and we will discuss when we see each other for a class of cultural tutoring.” He stood up and some feeling hit you in the spot next to your heart. Why does he have to go? Why can't he stay a little longer?

“Actually, I wouldn't mind some playing on guitar if you’re not in a hurry.” You sat quickly with the sheets in your palms. You held them tightly. Samuel, who stood in the doorframe, slowly turned around with a playful flame in his eyes.

“I would love to play something for you, Y/N,” he whispered and disappeared on a moment. When he came back, he was holding his guitar and slowly sitting down on your bed. “What would like to hear?” He asked, playing with the strings and slowly pulling them out, making them do a high-noted sound.

“That song you played before was really nice. Can I hear it again?” You asked, lying a bit closer, curling up to the leg which was supporting the guitar.

“I will play it every time you ask, angel.” He whispered and started to do make the guitar sound. It was angelic - his deep, husky voice singing such wispy words like a prayer, and you loved that. You loved that except for one thing. Just an itsy-bitsy tiny thing.

You forget how big turn on his singing voice was. You felt pretty badly. You asked him to play for you like two minutes ago and it would be pretty weird asking him to stop. So you let him play that song, whispering those words as tenderly as how he would whisper them to your ear, and you were starting to breathe loudly.

“Hey, boss?” He stopped all of a sudden, putting the guitar away and caressing your hair slowly. “You okay?”

You looked at him. The hair of the Litlle Mermaid was nothing against your cheeks. You were on fire, looking at him from the bottom and lying on your back. It was so fucking hard not to do anything too unpremeditated.

“I guess so.” You whispered and watched him, as he lowered himself on his elbow, watching you with those hungry eyes.

“You guess you're alright or you know that? Come on, Y/N, stop playing around. We waited for this for fifteen years, why should we keep running when we're both here now?” He asked, but didn't waited for you to give him a proper answer. He just did take your face in his hands and kissed you on the lips; first time gently as if he was waiting for a permit, then he started to be more eager. Not like he held you so tight it hurt, no way. His body just started to banging into yours more than before.

You found yourself amazed, sitting on him and not knowing what the fuck are you doing. Where was your I would love to be your friend from before? Yeah, sure, you want to be his friend, but with benefits, as it seemed. You practically confirmed him that you lied about being friends with him, but the lust in you was just too strong.

“What are we doing?” You said from tearing that insanely tight t-shirt down. It smelled like a bunch of cigarettes and sweat of a man. It smelled like heaven. Both of you stopped for a second, looking at each other, just your loud breathing could be heard in the room.

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Yeah, good question. What the hell were you doing? You said yourself like two hours ago, that you want to be his friend for now and nothing more. Where did this come from? You straddling his lap with your hair being a mess, hot rosy cheeks, and a total shut down brain from being horny? Maybe it was his fingers on the guitar or him ordering that help with the heavy boxes and then, how he sweated even more than before? But that husky voice was a total panties destroyer.

You didn't know - and he didn't either.

You had to laugh quietly when you recalled the nickname you and Nate gave him when attended to go to university with the help of Sully and your parents. Mister Samuel “I will charm your panties off” Morgan-Drake. That's how you both called him.

“I don't know, baby,” Samuel answered quickly and pulled that yoga top of your body. You were so much beautiful than he remembered. It was like the age gave you more and more beautiful each year. And having your breasts directly in front of his eyes was more than he ever needed. “But don't let me stop.”

“I would die if you stop, Sammy.” You swore under your breath, unable to look away from his face. You felt like he was about to cry, when his fingers slowly traveled down on your fair shoulders, slowly caressing every inch of your skin. It was like a setting on fire, those touches were so light and warm that you were still afraid that you're dreaming and he still isn't there after all.

“Is there anything wrong, Sam?” You lowered yourself when he hugged your back and slowly hid his face between your breasts as if he was hiding before the whole world. You felt him kissing the little piece of your skin between your breasts and your neck, but you closed your eyes and held him quietly.

“No. But now is everything how it should be from the start.” Samuel whispered and raised his face, so his forehead was gently leaning back to yours. You were pressed one on each other, skin on skin and you could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest. Well, your heartbeat was as rough as his. “I should be here the whole fifteen years for you, by your side and helping you to carry those boxes to your cabinet every year.” He joked and you smiled, breathing hot air into his face. Your eyes were firmly closed, why he was watching every curl of your hair and a happy smile on your lips. “I just know that I'm finally where I should have the whole time. Inside arms of the woman, who was the only one occupying my head all that time, you know, princess?” Samuel kissed you again, slowly with a smile.

You know what he was saying although his words may seem to be huge nonsense. He told you that he was home, that the huge tear in his thorax was now cured just like yours. And God, you know what peace he felt in that exact moment because you felt the same relief.

“Then kiss me before I'll change my mind, big guy.” You whispered back with your eyes closed firmly. You didn't have to ask twice, he fulfilled your wish as if it was his own. You held each other tight, you were the safe harbors to each other, a place where your boats were destined to dock in.

You became one soul separated into two bodies almost sixteen years ago and now it felt like coming together, the world started to make sense at once. He was not a man and with a woman in his arms, you weren't even two human beings hugging each other; you were just the lost and found souls.

You didn't even notice yourself making a move, but when you opened up your eyes again, you lied on your back and he was laying on his elbow, watching you without a world by his tender eyes. Samuel looked like a masterpiece drawn by Michelangelo and you know, he should be exposed at the museum. The sun was drawing circles on his body, highlighting some of his contours and making him look so young, so innocent and fascinated. He looked exactly like the man who left. You smiled and caressed his hair with a sentimental smile, making him look rebellious.

“What?” Samuel stopped whatever he was doing and just bounced on his elbows with an amused look on his face.

“Nothing,” you shook your head and blinked twice. “I just missed you.” You hold up your arms around his neck and letting your legs hug his sides by a tight hug.

“I'm glad you did.” Samuel smiled and took the advantage of you raising that pretty little ass of yours to his flanks. Meanwhile kissing you, he started to rock himself against your lap. You got his point and started to pull your pants off.

“Did. You. Missed. Me?” You got out of yourself between the passionate kisses, mourning into his lips. Then Samuel almost made you explode with the huskiest, erotic laugh in the whole world. “I did, my love, and you know that I did.”

“You might need to show me how much you did miss me in that prison.” You let your legs out of his sides and scooped a little to get those stupid leggings down.

“How much time do we have?” Samuel looked at your naked body with a pleased look on his face. You weren't the only one burning with desire and lust, he felt his body trembling with the overtook of the feelings inside him. He wanted to have your body right in the exact moment, he wanted to be all over you like a river, caressing every inch of the skin which tasted like salt and sun.

“I have a shift starting at five a.m.” You whispered and the smile on his face widened.

“That's enough time to show you three to four times. Maybe five, what do you say, my dove?” He started to climb down the bed with spit coming themselves to his mouth after seeing your legs so naughty opened apart, just welcoming him in that sweet valley of yours. You felt his hands everywhere around your thighs and his body moving down under the bed, kneeling on his knees. You closed your eyes, letting your hands lay down on your belly.

“Think that five seems,” you wanted to joke, but a scream of pleasure just came of your lips. Your back arched themselves, his tongue making wonders on the most sensitive piece of your body let your mouth wide open and your lungs gasping for some air. Yeah, it was some time since you let somebody touch you and it was a while since you met someone who understood what you wanted, but this was a whole new level of skills. Well, not new, but you didn't feel that for so long time, you actually forgot how that tongue of his felt between your legs. “Alright...”

You let him do the wonders with your pussy, letting him suck on that sweet little spot meanwhile his fingers send chills down your spine and showing you the edge of paradise. Whatever move he made, it felt just so fucking right. There was no need for words when you made those high-pitched erotic noises, music for his ears, yet you couldn't stop yourself from talking. You haven't say much, just thing like ”That's a way to go, Sammy,”, “That makes me feel so fucking good” and when he pushed you to the top but didn't let fall down, you mumbled “You’ll kill me if you stop, Samuel.”. You begged him to continue by moving your hips a little, but he didn't react to that.

Instead, he just traveled to one of your nipples with his hand, squeezing it firmly, still working with fingers inside you and slowly blowing that ice cold breath directly to your weak spot.

“What’s... The... Deal?” You panted heavily, unable to concentrate on your own words and stumbling on them, while he continued to blow.

“There isn't any sort of deal, love. I just want to hear as much of these beautiful noises as you can make.” Samuel answered with amusement and then he pushed you over the top with that face worth riding your orgasms against, actually making you scream his name out loud when you lost yourself in the waves of orgasm. It was a pretty good one - not the best you had, but still a really good one. He stayed until the last contraction of your pussy with his lips sucked to that spot and with his hand holding to your breast.

“Everything ok up there?” He asked when you have shut up for a minute or longer, just breathing out that beautiful experience. You chuckled, looking down to him and smoothing his jaw tenderly covered in a short stubble.

“Maybe I need another proof, dear mister Morgan.” You whispered and his eyes widened of pure joy meanwhile his palms started to take off his jeans. You were a small, irresistibly lovely demon in angles body worth the waiting in prison, definitely worth the slaps and arguments. Your look gave him more joy than any amount of money in this world. “I will gladly show you more than one proof, dear miss Y/N L/N.” He answered in a pure raspy voice.

Making you feel so good had left marks on him too. His lips were slightly swollen, his cheeks were as rosy as yours and his eyes shine like the distant stars. Both of you were equally covered in each other’s sweat and it just felt so goddamn great.

It wasn’t a tender lovemaking session as you would expect. He got into his element and practically tried to destroy your bed, broke it into two pieces with the rough motion of your bodies. He was trying to kiss you, hold his forearm against yours, but it was hard when you constantly bent your head backward with eyes closed and saying those curse word like holly praise. You only knew that your hands were tightly entwined and that your knees were high on his waist, holding him close firmly.

It was a rough and animally raw act of showing you everything he kept inside of him and what he couldn't say out loud in words. Yet, or rather because of it, it was so damn rough, it felt perfect. You were just like two energies meeting and bumping into one another with a beautifully brutal force, changing each other forever.

When it was over, when the small infinity between you disappeared, both of you lied entwined together like two pieces of rope, without a single move. You just breathed and felt how Samuel kissed that small place under your jaw that he fell in love with a long time ago. You didn't want it to end, you were too afraid to let him go and lose him again. You closed your eyes, hugging him tightly and trying to calm yourself down.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, nuzzling his face into your neck with a satisfied expression.

“That I’ll not survive if you leave me again.” You answered, closing your eyes and cuddling more into his warm body.

“You wish,” Samuel chuckled, caressing your hip slowly. “You will speak differently after a month or two.”

“Maybe you don’t have to rush?” You smiled, completely changing the subject. He looked surprised, tilting his head over to you.

“What?”

“Next time you'll come to see me, bring yourself a toothbrush and some clothes. We’ll find you a place in my cabinet.” You giggled, letting his lips carefully caressing your face with soft kisses.

“Does it mean I have to rearrange those boxes with those dead bodies?” He looked at your cabinet as if it was his worst enemy.

“I guess so...” You laughed, when he crushed his head into the pillow, leaving noises of pure suffering and a quiet “Oh God, please no.”

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