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hyewka · 10 months

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can i suggest a fic where beomgyu is helping take the reader’s mind off a bad breakup…. by fucking the living SHIT out of her NDJDNDJDJDJ

while i fuck you straight | c.bg

warnings; hard dom best friend!gyu, sub!reader, unprotected + pullout method, breeding kink, a spank or two, praise + degradation (mostly praise), slut shaming, rough marking, a tinge of possessiveness, friends w/ benefits, no romantic feelings involved (or are there?), ruined orgasm, princess pet name, beomgyus an insatiable manwhore lol, needy perv gyu with a lot of spit play, fingering, titty sucking hehe, literal messy filth and also barely proofread on my end

a/n; have to thank jazmine with all my heart for proof reading and giving suggestions, i love you so much 😭 @heart2beom this shouldn’t be a big deal as it is, but it is my first time writing full on dom beomgyu so it is this mini celebration for me and all the dom!gyu enthusiasts (i hope) 😇 reblogs are appreciated, keeps me going

You held your phone above your face, scrolling mindlessly through your socials, though subconsciously, you were really just awaiting a call from your boyfriend. Well, now ex-boyfriend. It's already been a week since you got dumped but no matter what went down that day, you couldn't get over him.

It was pitiful every time you jumped up from your bed at a notification just to find it was in fact not your ex asking to take you back and ...just a random spam email.

Beomgyu had his back against your bed, legs sprawled on the floor, also on his phone. You guys had run out of things to talk about when every conversation spun its way back to your ex- Seen that new avengers movie? You wanted to watch it with your boyfriend. That professor just got fired! You remember your boyfriend used to complain about that class. Gosh, you don’t think you’ll ever get over him.

"You're miserable." Beomgyu suddenly brings up.

You groan, as you repeatedly refresh your feed. "Gee, thanks Beomgyu. That definitely doesn't make me ten times more miserable."

He lets his head fall back on your bed, looking up at you through an upside down lens, abandoning his phone. “No, like truly miserable. I’ve never seen you so up and dry and…sober. Be young, live a little.”

You narrow your eyes at him, looking past your phone for the past time in a while. “…You talk like you’re 80 years old, about to retire and wallow in self pity, having experienced all there is to life. Thanks Gyu but no thanks.”

“I’m an old soul Y/N.” He says patting his chest, and you roll your eyes. Not necessarily refuting it, it’s his entire personality. “Where’s the chick I used to know anyway. The old Y/N would’ve been over this in a day with a quick hookup rebound.”

You finally put your phone down, staring up your ceiling. He was totally right. Who else would be right about you if not Beomgyu? But you don’t want to think about your old self, or you’d start sobbing again. Not like you were a totally great person, but that person wouldn’t be so stuck on someone. Anything but being the lovesick, doting person you would’ve made fun of just a year ago. God, he really changed you hadn’t he?

You kick your feet, whining, falling into the abyss of treasured memories. “You don’t understand, he was different, he—he was the one, you know?”

He ponders for a bit, room silent, staring at you through his soft lashes, and you think that maybe he’ll give it you; sympathize and understand that grieving was the entire process of a first love. The silence is suffocating when finally, he lets out a light scoff, cutting through it. “No, no I don’t know. Bet you just got soft.”

“God, fuck you Beomgyu.”

He grins his stupid grin that the situation definitely doesn’t call for, “You wish.”

You think if he wasn’t with you through thick and thin for the past four years, you would’ve definitely developed some sort of hatred.

You could visibly notice a lightbulb spark above his head with the way he immediately sits up straight. “Hey, hey wait.”

You tentatively watch as he turns his back away from you, laying both his arms on the soft cushion of your mattress. “I think I might’ve just had the best idea ever. Of the century. The idea of the century.”

“I highly doubt that.” You say, blindly feeling the surface for your phone already.

“Just hear me out,” he whines noticing your eagerness to dismiss him. “But also don’t freak out or anything. Promise me.”

You stare at him, hesitant before you give in to his doe eyes. Sighing, you say: “Okay. I promise I won’t ‘freak’ out. What’s your groundbreaking idea?”

“We should like… fuck.”

Your brows are slow to raise, the rapidness of your blinking at what you think you just heard—no, not think, know. Beomgyu’s voice, loud and clear with his diction, your eyes widen at the final click of it all. Before you know it, you’re reaching for the pillow behind you, flinging it at him with all strength.

It’s like he predicted it prior, dodging one… and then another as you throw all remaining pillows on your bed. Instead of missing with your last one, you decide to hold on to it, and attack him with it. His smug demeanor of successfully dodging everything just a second ago, dissipates as he takes cover for protection. “Are you fucking—are you crazy?!” you yell exapserated, more than awake with your wide eyes.

“Ya! You—you promised you wouldn’t freak out!” When that doesn’t stop your mania with the damn pillow, he decides to lay it all out with as much speed as he can’t seem to escape your wrath. “You want to forget him don’t you? I mean, you should! He dumped you, it’s over! Sulking over him is—Ow! So out of character for you—fuck—I promise a one time fuck would get your mind off him.”

Your pillow is mid air, and Beomgyu opens an eye to peek, hands still in protection mode—you sigh, landing a weak hit on his head before loosening your grip. You do want to forget. You’d do anything to get rid of what you’re feeling. But…

“It—it wouldn’t change anything for me. If that’s a worry. You know that no matter what, you’re my best friend.” He finds his footing, collecting himself, looking at you with intensity you could date back to just a few times over the course of your very long friendship. “Someone I care about. I can’t stand seeing you hurt and not being able to do anything. You know that.”

You bite down on your lip, staring at the familiar boy with his familiar brown bed of hair, and his familiar eyes, lips…How fast did he get you to actually give this a thought? Probably a minute or two. Beomgyu had a way with convincing you to do …anything. “I…know. But what if, what if I’m still head over heels in love with him? What if it doesn’t change anything for me?”

A grin gradually takes over his face, one that is once again, not fitting for the situation. “Why—why are you smiling like an idiot? This is—”

“It’ll change.”

You knit your brows together. “What?”

You don’t notice the way Beomgyu’s hand slowly inched to yours but suddenly, his palm was over your hand, squeezing it just a bit. “Having sex with me is a once in a life time opportunity. You’ll forget him. I promise.”

If you weren’t so lost in his eyes, as cliché as it sounds, you would’ve been completely taken out—probably a joke on his sheer confidence because who just says that? But he’s so …hypnotizing as you don’t even take notice of the ‘okay’ that leaves your lips.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” You exhale, “Okay. We’re adults. This won’t matter in a few weeks. Let’s do it.”

Beomgyu doesn’t hesitate for more than a few seconds before he was on your bed, crashing his lips on yours, a brief taste of strawberry lip balm, knocking a breath out of you until he slows down, testing the waters, then he stops, noses brushing against each other as he searches for something in your eyes, breathing already heavy, “Is this weird? Was that weird?”

You gulp looking down on his already glistening lips, and you nod. “The—the situation, not …the kiss. Fucking your best friend is an odd situation. The kiss…the kiss was good.” You ramble, your voice barely a whisper but he catches it anyway as you take notice of a small smile before he’s kissing you again, hands once cupping your cheeks already moving down to your tits, ministrating gently—every bit of his action seemed careful, too careful for what you know of the things your friends had told you in heated rants and swoons.

Half of the dictionary could be used to describe Beomgyu, and promiscuous was not an exclusion. You could probably say you already fucked him with the headache inducing details about what being with him in bed was like. Which is why you’re nervous as hell right now. From what you know, Beomgyu was… a lot. More than you could handle now, after an entire year of keeping yourself to one man.

“Jaehyun was worried about you. Was worried about what you’d do to me.” You blurt out randomly when Beomgyus’ moved to peppering feathery kisses along your jawline. He hums against your skin, then stops for a second to whisper, “He was?”

You could feel the smirk on his lips, opening his mouth a tiny amount to slightly suck on your neck at the process of your words—of course Beomgyu would get an ego boost from this. “Why?”

Beomgyu is practically suffocating with how little space he’s giving you, body flush against flush, your chest heaving the rougher he increasingly gets with his marking, his sly hand down to rub between your thighs, right at your core.

“Said you only wanted to get into my pants—h-ha shit, slow down, slow down Gyu.” You were getting teary eyed by his increased speed, friction against your sweats getting you wetter by the second whenever the pad of his finger teased your slit. “You know he—he asked me to stop hanging around you b-because—”

None of this was new to Beomgyu, your past boyfriends have always been worried about him for the exact reason—that he’d convince you to let him fuck you, because apparently women can’t have male best friends without it being more than platonic. But …you guess you aren’t really proving them any wrong now with the way you were letting him have his way, marking messy purple splotches all over, in hungry predatory manner, getting rougher and rougher by the second. You gasp when he abuses the same spot he just visited a few seconds ago, “Beomgyu!”

“Because?”

He presses on your aching core, pending you with the question. He didn’t seem as happy as he was with his smugness prior. “Because he thinks you’re a sleaze.”

An incredulous— mean chuckle from the back of his throat and suddenly his hand was down your panties, abandoning the long game of teasing in matter of seconds. He doesn’t touch you though, which only proves to make you more insane. “That’s dumb. Do you think I’m a sleaze?” You shiver, his deep voice so close to your ears, breath fanning against your cool skin—your eyes could go sore from how hard you’re shutting them closed.

You refuse to give it all to him, it makes you feel embarrassed and small. A new, foreign feeling you never thought you’d experience with Beomgyu of all people. “I-in some ways, yes.”

Not a satisfying response from you, he clicks his tongue like you were a misbehaving child, “You’re really annoying, you know that?”

You don’t get a chance to retort before you feel the pad of his finger prodding your pussy, then moving to gather your wetness.

Suddenly, he freezes his movement, pulling back from your neck, looking at you with an amused glint to his dark eyes. “Shit, you’re fucking drenched. And I barely did anything—”

You think he’s making fun of you so your cheeks quickly flush red, already putting up walls of defence but then he kisses you in the heat of the moment, wiping your frown away and you’re finding yourself reciprocating without a second thought—the kiss so sloppy and messy, string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away out of breath. “Fuck, that’s so hot princess. You’re so hot.” He breathes in awe of the spit—he truly is the biggest perv.

“Spread your legs for me.” he groans, trying to get better access to your pussy. You obey, admittedly a little slow, but who can blame you? It feels embarrassing regardless of who, but it’s ten folds with your best friend. “Moreee.” he whines, and god you wish you could slap him—can he not see that you’re trying?

“Beomgyu—“

Your voice gets cut off, gasping when he takes it upon himself to pull down your sweatpants with a quick swift motion, taking it off completely, revealing your patterned underwear—and god, now you’re hiding your face…everything was so embarrassing. He takes a second to examine the wet dark spot right in the middle, proof to what he felt earlier, but then you kick your feet. “Stop staring freak!” you shriek.

You can see through the cracks of your fingers the smirk he has on, looking at you with so much intensity you think you’d melt. He reaches out to grab your hand and put it down, even through your resistance, you couldn’t match his strength to your dismay. “I wanna see your face. Have to let me see you fall apart on my fingers like a little slut.”

You’re scandalized at his wording, your cheeks once again quickly heating up. But you let him part your timid legs anyway, big hands gripping the softness of your thighs, spreading your legs as much as he possibly could, to the point you felt yourself cramp up. But even with whines of protest he doesn’t ease up—bunching your panties to the side, impatient when finally he inserts a digit—experimental with his movement before you hear him groan out a curse. “You’re so tight holy shit, did he even fuck you?”

“Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.”

Your senses are already overflowing, you could feel his hard on, his erection pressed on your bare skin, you’re hyper aware of the finger inside you—slender and slow with expertise as he pushes in and out, talking to you as if you could respond with anything more than restrained mewls. “Maybe dating him was good, then you had to be monogamous and not whore around with every guy you laid eyes on like you used to.”

“I-I never whored around—shit.” He suddenly speeds up, a merciless grin spread on his face—did he find messing with you funny?

“Yes you did. It was a new guy every…it was weekly, wasn’t it?”

You shake your head at his accusations, tears brimming when his mouth finds it use, suckling harshly on your nipples through your flimsy top—your body extra sensitive with the way you spasm on a singular finger. He pumps in two without warning and you yelp, hand reaching out to grab at his hair. You swear you could cum just from the stretch. “Stop denying it, you’d do anything for dick. I’m surprised you stayed so long with that bitch. Was he any good?”

One thing you won’t do is tell Beomgyu details of your sex life with your ex. You refuse. But Beomgyu is stubborn, and he isn’t one to give up so easily. Especially if he feels like you’re withholding information from him. “Tell me.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

He raises his eyebrows in mocking shock, “No way. He never made you cum?”

Your nostrils flair from pure embarrassment and shock. How’d he know? You quickly try to control your expressions, masking it to not give him a hint that his guess was right, but he knew you too well. You hate that. Especially now.

“Can’t believe you’re hung up on a man—fuck, baby are you close? Hung up on a man that never made you orgasm—shit,” He breathes, rubbing his clothed dick on your thigh, getting off at the sight of your face. You really are falling apart. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll take care of you.”

You tighten your hold on his hair, feeling yourself get close as you grind down on his fingers, chasing your high, choosing for your sanity to ignore all his sweet talkings.

“Gyu, gyu I-I’m gonna—No—no-why? God, fuck you, you’re such a—such a dickhead!”

Beomgyu just ruined your orgasm by completely taking out his fingers, you could practically cry out of frustration and yet he didn’t seem the least bit sorry. Instead, he makes a show of licking his fingers, the ones he just had in you, swirling his tongue and sucking them clean while making direct eye contact. You cower a little but still keep your eyes on him. Now you aren’t sure if you could stay as bitter.

You blink rapidly to collect yourself, because holy shit, you’re getting weak for…Beomgyu. “Why’d you do that? I was close Gyu.” you say exasperated.

He unbuckles his jeans, “I said I’d take care of you, just trust me.” Zipping down his pants, he’s quick to drop it down to his knees before completely abandoning them on the floor.

He flings his cock out of the restrictions of his boxers and you’re practically drooling at the pretty sight. He isn’t the biggest you’ve seen but he definitely has the girth—his tip leaking pre cum down his length, hands trying to lube it with his spit. “Beomgyu, condom.”

“I don’t have one.” He breathes, already on you as he lays wet kisses down your collarbones before he gets irritated with your shirt and takes it off, revealing your bare tits. “God, you’re so sexy.” He drawls, sucking hickeys all over your chest in hunger.

You wish you didn’t have to, but you resist his touch and in turn he lets out an annoyed whine, his voice vibrating against your exposed skin. “Beomgyu, we can’t—we need a condom.”

He sticks out his bottom lip in a pout, the cutest you’ve seen him this entire day. “I’ll pull out, I promise. Please, I need you right now.”

In that moment of weakness, his tone so needy, as if he really did need you made you feel some sort of power—like you were the hottest, sexiest woman in the world. And so you bite your tongue, and trust Beomgyu to not ruin your life. You’ve done that quite a few times.

“Swear you’ll pull out.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I do.” You say with conviction. “I do, obviously. It’s just-”

“I know. Take a breather for me. Said I’ll take care of you, didn’t I?”

You could feel him lining up to your entrance, his tip prodding your hole, and you’re already getting desperate. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” you breathe.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You do, not sure what to expect until Beomgyu spits, letting his saliva slowly fall down in your mouth. “Swallow.” he demands, his low voice making you shiver—dark eyes watching every twitch of your face intensely.

You gulp his saliva down your throat, obeying and suddenly his expression morphs into lust you’ve never been met with before. You don’t even get to process it for longer, bask in the attention you’re getting before he’s pressing your thighs to your body, pushing into you with a deep groan—filling you up to the brim, your cunt not prepared for the aching stretch. You can feel each vein against your walls, you can feel his slight twitching, you can feel everything. “Fuck, fuck you’re made for me. You’re perfect—shit, you’re perfect princess.”

“Gyu—” you cry out, gripping the sheets under you. It was too much, too much for him to already start slamming his hips. “Gyu what—” you’re cut off by your own moan the moment he hits your g-spot, your face scrunched up, hot as you let out lewd sounds with no control of your own, throat strained already. It's not a surprise he manages to find it on his first try, despite it catching you off guard with the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Should’ve fucked you sooner. Get your little pussy molded just for my dick. You would’ve liked that, right princess?” He breathes out in a long winded babble, his hips unrelenting with each thrust, already quickly building up to be in erratic speed. Through your blurry vision you could see his eyes focusing down on the jiggle of your breasts lewdly, drool trickling down the edge of his lips, the brutal slapping sounds of them from his roughness getting his head light with ecstasy. You’re more than aware of what he wanted to do when he lets your legs rest from the ache of angling them so high. Dirty pervert.

You can’t handle him playing with your tits again, you were too sensitive for anything more than you’re getting but you can’t find it in your throat to say anything before Beomgyu gives in to his lust, leaning down to attach his mouth to your sore nipple. Abusing it as he suckles harshly, muffled moans against your breasts.

His pace getting quicker, clearly getting off from sucking your nipples like a dumb baby. It was getting you embarrassingly close, your pussy clenching around his dick. “Princess. My princess is so—mmf—so perfect.”

“Stop calling me that.” You manage to squeak out. Hes been using that nickname the entire time, and though it was easy to ignore everything else, the nickname was affecting you more than you’d like to admit.

He detaches from your tits, slowing his movement, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Huh? Princess? Why?”

“He—he used to.”

He blinks a few times before his lips draw into a sneer, clearly irritated and you’re about to backtrack, but it’s too late. Your eyes fly wide open, breath stricken when he, with no mercy, picks up his speed again, drilling his dick so far into you, you think there’s probably a bulge showing through your stomach—its when you let the tears stream down, let yourself go as he fucks you dumb with each sharp thrust serving as a punishment. But for what exactly? For mentioning your ex? Did he hate him that much?

“You can replace your memories of him with me princess. I know you can do that, I’ll make sure you do. You’re my princess, and I’m the only one who can call you that. Remember that, yea?”

You nod up and down, and he leans down to give your lips a peck, one then two then three until he loses it and it starts getting heated, tongue messily intertwining, spit exchanged in desperate action. Drilling his dick in and out your sopping pussy, squelching pornographic like sounds filling the room—you think you’re screaming at this point, mind too clouded to be fully present. You’ll definitely hear a word or two from your neighbors.

“Fuck princess, are you close?” he hisses, “I’m close too, so close. Tell me when you get there baby, okay?”

You manage to nod, pressure quickly building up

Suddenly you feel him force in a finger in your pussy, stretching you out to unimaginable degrees. “B-beomgyu—I’m cumming, I’m—” your panicked hands at the intense feeling reach out to grab at his chest, crumbling his shirt’s fabric, using the last bit of your strained voice to moan his name, your orgasm so overwhelming you genuinely start seeing white, body shaking as you try to calm yourself down. “F-fuck.” you breathe out.

The way you still clutch onto his arms pushes Beomgyu to his high too, quick to pull out of your gushing pussy before a mistake happened. It takes only two strokes before he’s spurting his seed all over your tummy, biting down a groan, obsessively taking in each inch of your body’s ruined state.

He did this. He ruined you.

The only thing filling the room being the heavy breaths of you both, Beomgyu’s hair plastered onto his forehead from sweat, yours disheveled, a complete mess. Suddenly, a notification ding goes off, and your attention’s snapped to your side. “It’s my phone.” You awkwardly point out, noticing the light before reaching your arm to get it to you.

He doesn’t move from his position, still practically hovering over you. But you try not to focus too much on it, instead taking a quick look at your notification.

Your brows twitch in surprise at seeing the message on your lock screen. Fuck, it’s your ex! Did he want you back? So miraculously? After fucking your best friend?

Without any thought, you unlock your phone, trying to skim where the ellipses left off. It was a long message and—

“We just fucked. Can’t you wait a few minutes before going on your phone— Are you texting Jaehyun?” His warm smile turning to utter rage gets you stuttering.

“No I—well—yes, but—” you fumble on your words, not knowing how to explain—not knowing why you feel like you should explain, but Beomgyu isn’t one to play around clearly, as he snatches your phone from your hand and throws it to god knows where before your body’s turned around like it was nothing to Beomgyu, like you were some ragdoll. Pushing your hips up to have your ass up in the air with your face pushed into the sheets. “B-beomgyu wha..—”

Slap. Your whole body jerks at the impact of his hand, feeling yourself get teary eyed again. “Beomgyu what the hell?” You shriek, trying to squirm from your position, your ass burning. Then you get another slap, and your legs start to shake, bottom lip wobbling at the painful feeling of his rings.

“I promised you I’d make you forget him. Clearly one fuck wasn’t enough to get your mind off that asshole.”

Your panic only lasts a millisecond at feeling his tip for a second time before you’re abusing your throat again at the oversensitivity of having Beomgyu’s dick slam into your pussy, fucking your juices back in. He’s rougher now, ten times rougher. Maybe this was what all your girlfriends were describing to you, the feeling of having Beomgyu’s dick rut into you like wild feverish dog, fucking you like all you are is a pair of limbs, just for him to hound.

You can’t think straight, not a single word coming out of your mouth is intelligible, all slurred together dumbly as he ruthlessly digs his fingers in your hips, helping you find rhythm, your body reacting on its own as it syncs with his thrusts, moving your hips enough for him to let a hand go to the back of your head, further pushing you into the mattress, drool messy staining your white sheets, loud muffled wails filling the room.

“Fuck, you like this don’t you? Getting fucked like a bitch?” your hear him growl. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth, you don’t know anything right now, because you are being fucked like a bitch while thinking like one too, your nose running with your tongue uselessly out like something out of a porno. “Should I breed you like a bitch too? Huh? Will that make your pretty little head forget?”

At that, you cum again, and he sneers, a mean laugh at noticing your orgasm, “You want me to breed you princess? Make you round with my seed?” he drawls each vowel mockingly like you were a dumb kitten and he had to explain a really simple concept—still ramming your cunt, not giving you a fair chance of responding.

That’s how it goes for you’re not sure how long, Beomgyu switching positions to have your leg draped over his shoulder as he fucks you to oblivion, making you orgasm over and over again, before you really feel like you had blacken out at some point only to find yourself waking up to him still going at it—your entire body sore, down to every inch, your nipples especially swollen from all his sucking. He never cums inside you, instead emptying his load all over your body, making you basically a show of his dried semen.

You trust him, even when his tendency to go far never died down no matter how much he got older. “You awake?”

You flutter your eyes open, a dark room, and Beomgyu. His face is abnormally close to yours. “What happened?” your voice comes out very strained, your throat hard to use. Great, you entirely lost your voice.

“Think I might’ve had my balls in…too deep.”

Even a chuckle hurts every bone in your body, holy shit, how were you going to go to work tomorrow?! “Hey, don’t move around too much, I already cleaned you up. Just try to go back to sleep.”

“I don’t feel sleepy. I can’t.”

Beomgyu suddenly giggles, you could make out the cute small thing he does with his lips when he does. “What?” you ask.

“Your voice sounds funny.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. Of course he’d find it funny. Maybe next time you should peg his ass and see how he’d like to not speak for an entire week.

You feel his all too familiar hand laying on your cheek, and you subtly gulp. You don’t know if he heard. He probably did with how close you guys are, noses practically brushing against each other, his breathing all your hearing can pick up. “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

You nod, until you realize he might not be able to see you properly. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He takes his hand off your cheek, then turns on his back, folding his arms over his chest, staring up the ceiling. So the room won’t fall into an awkward silence, you say: “I have a question.”

He shuffles a little on the bed, letting out a hum in acknowledgment. “What was the I’m perfect for you thing about? We’re definitely not like, compatible or anything.”

He laughs before he turns his head to you in disbelief. “Are you serious? Is that a serious question?”

You nod, “Do I not sound serious?”

“No, you sound like you just had the best fuck of your life.” You roll your eyes in good nature, though exasperated, you were exposed to too much of his ego in one day. If you had the strength and will to come up with something to level his ego down, you would. “It’s called dirty talk if you must know the term fair maiden.”

“God, you’re so silly, I’m going to sleep.” You withstand your pain to turn your back to him, groaning with each movement. But you can’t escape his wrath it seems, because he almost immediately snakes his arm around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, his heartbeat all you can here against your back. “Can’t I find you perfect? You know, like…my dream girl. My princess.”

You rapidly blink a few times trying to process—past the deep rasp of his tired voice that you found yourself incredibly attracted to— his words and how it brewed big unfamiliar emotions, knowing now you won’t be able to get a blink of sleep after this.

“Can I keep calling you that by the way? It really sticks.”

Oh god, the last thing you’re going to do is self sabotage yourself even more and get yourself in a stickier situation than you already put yourself in. “No, that’s definitely staying in the bedroom.”

a/n: i have no idea how this reads, its basically bare of any editing so if the flow is a little choppy i sincerely apologize, i write at the golden time of 10pm-2am 😭

#txt smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu smut #dom!beomgyu #txt hard thoughts

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elliespassagerprincess · 5 months

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pls make reader and milf!abby have a baby together 😭😭😭

Baby - part 1/3 (Milf!Abby x reader)

This is going to be a 3 part series! Part 2 will be released soon:)

Milf abby: Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

baby series: part 1 part 2 part 3

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Authors note: i'm back fr, i finally finished with exams and I'm here to spam with fics again

☆ Milf Abby who was happy with the life the two of you were already living but something was missing.

☆Milf Abby who always thought you were good with kids

☆ Milf Abby who never really thought about having another kid until she married you.

☆ Milf Abby who thinks about it a little too much, if she has to be honest

☆ Milf Abby who never brought up the conversation of having another baby even though you were hinting at having another kid.

"Abby isn’t this cute" you said with a pout as you handed her a onesie you bought for Mel's baby shower.

"Abby look" you pointed at Aubrey playing with one of your collogues newborn baby: "she’d be such a good big sister"

☆ Milf Abby who would only nod or smile at whatever you had to say involving babies because she was terrified.

☆ Milf Abby who was asked about when the two of you were gonna have a baby.

"So..." Nora started

"yeah?" the blonde looked at her with a raised eyebrow

"when are you and your girl gonna have a baby?"

suddenly Abby's body went cold, she could hear her heart beating out of her chest and she silently stared at Nora with wide eyes.

"We um-"

"Abby having another baby?"

They heard a voice talk from behind them. Both of the girls heads snapped into the direction of the voice and there stood Mel, still heavily pregnant.

"When you have a kid you should be able to play with them, and to run around- don’t you think you passed that stage already? Don’t you have back pain or something?"

"Mel" Nora said sternly.

"no Nora she has to hear the truth" Mel replied.

Abby met the eyes of the brunette and Mel gave her a sympathetic smile: "by the time your baby is ten you'd almost be sixty, you'd be her grandma Abby"

☆ Milf Abby who agreed with Mel.

☆ Milf Abby who avoided you for a few days because she felt like she was keeping you back in life.

"Can you shut the fuck up" she said with a frustrated sigh.

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow. You knew there was something wrong due to her distant behavior recently. You thought she was stressed, tired maybe.

“Abby I just asked if you wanted something to eat”

Abby looked at you with a blank facial expression, before she looked down to the floor, brining her head into her hands.

You walked towards her putting your hand on her shoulder “talk to me abs”

you felt her muscles tense underneath your touch “c’mon Abby you can tell me anything”

she finally looked up from her hands, and she made brief eye contact with you before she looked away once again

“I-“

“spit it out”

“I don’t think we should have a baby”

“what?”

“listen baby” she started, and she gently took your hands into hers as she saw your eyes fill with tears

“I did some thinking, and I don’t think we should have a baby because I’m happy just with you and Aubrey. Don’t you think another baby will complicate our life?”

You stared at her in shock, how could she not tell you about this earlier?

“Abby you knew. You fucking knew I wanted to have kids, and you said you wanted the same. Now you want to change your mind?”

“Can I not change my mind?”

“You have every right to, but you know how I felt about having kids. You know that I've always wanted to be a mom"

She knew that. She knew all of this.

“aren’t you already a mom to Aubrey? Are you saying my daughter isn't good enough?”

“I did not fucking say that and you know that”

“but you meant it”

“fuck you” was all you said as you got up and walked towards the room the two of you shared.

She doesn’t know why she said that.

God Abby fucking knows what she said was wrong. It's not that she doesn’t want to have kids, its just she knew Mel had a point. She would be in her sixties by the time your baby would be done with high school.

Maybe she was too old after all.

☆ Milf Abby who had to listen to you sob throughout the night.

☆ Milf Abby who tried talking to you the next morning.

Abby let out a groan as she heard Aubrey giggle. She brought her hands up to her eyes as she opened them.

The light has always been bright in the living, but jesus she didn’t know they were this fucking bright.

Abby winched as she sat up from the couch, her limbs felt like they were burning. Her eyes fell on you and Aubrey. The two of you were eating and smiling, and as she took in the scene and she knew it was fucked up of her to say what she said yesterday.

Abby got up, still feeling stiff but she made her way towards the two people who she loved the most.

Aubrey gave her a bug smile and muttered a quick "good morning mommy" before she ran to her room. She smiled at her daughters before she focused her attention towards you.

You didn't even look at her.

She felt sick to her stomach.

“I left some eggs for you” was all you said before you walked out the kitchen.

Abby really fucked up.

☆ Milf Abby who tried getting your attention all week but you ignored her.

☆ Milf Abby who tried talking to you but all you replied with was “I don’t want to talk”

☆ Milf Abby who finally had enough and she decided that she should tell you what actually happened.

☆ Milf Abby who showed up to your classroom once again.

The room was empty and you stood with your back facing away from the door. Abby quietly walked towards you.

“hi”

she watched as your body jerked “jesus Abby I told you that you should start knocking” you said out of breath.

"Sorry" she mumbled

"can we talk?" she watched you facial expression turn cold.

“sure”

“thank you”

The room was filled a awkward silence, it was tense and it felt suffocating.

“talk Abby, I have things to do”

“I'm sorry”

“is sorry all you can fucking say?”

Abby wanted to bang her head against a wall.

“I want to have a baby with you”

“aw you changed your mind? What happened? Did I force you Abby? Are you sure you want this Abby? Oh wait! I don’t think I want to be a mom anymore, since you said that I m practically going to replace Aubrey. Oops let me-"

"it was Mel"

"what did Mel do?"

And the truth came out. Abby told you everything she said, how I made her feel.

You gave her a sympathetic smile before you spoke again: "You need to stop letting people tell you you're too old Abby. You keep losing opportunities, you keep giving yup your dreams, as soon as someone says something. You need to learn that you should stop listing to what others have to say about your age"

“I know but its hard” Abby muttered.

You got up and you walked towards her and you pulled her into a tight up “I know, but we’ll work though it. I’ll help you with whatever and if you don’t want to have a baby its ok-"

"no no I want to have a baby. I want to have one with you"

a smile spread onto your face.

"can we have a baby?" Abby asked.

"if you start working on your self confidence and you stop listing to what bitches have to say about you I will then we can have a baby"

"yes ma'am, i'll do whatever you say"

"one more thing Abby"

"yeah?"

"Don't ever talk to me in that way again. What you said really hurt my feelings, and i understand you were hurting too but it didn't give you the right to talk to me in that way. I love Aubrey more than anything so don't say that again"

"I'm so sorry baby i really am, i there anything i can do to make it up to you?"

"You can start by getting me chocolate milk"

☆ Milf Abby who made it up to you by apologizing over a million times, and by doing every single thing you said.

☆ Milf Abby who immediately started looking for doctors and baby names.

☆ Milf Abby who blocked Mel because fuck her and her fucking opinions.

☆ Milf Abby who did started working on her self confidence and she immediately felt better about everything.

☆ Milf Abby who was excited to have a baby with you.

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writingduhh · 6 months

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Chuckle Sammy || Falling Asleep In His Lap (HC)

(In this HC you fall asleep on their lap at a party / get together)

Leave me some detailed or vague fic requests or HC ideas plz I’m all out and I need some inspiration 😭😭😭

❥ Jschlatt:

▷ The second he notices you’re asleep he goes protection mode.

▷ He won't allow anyone within a 5-foot radius of you, fearing that their presence might wake you.

▷ He knows how hard you’ve been working lately and insists that you catch up on sleep, even if it’s at a party.

▷ Whenever someone close to you makes an obnoxiously loud noise, he'll respond with a stern glare and a finger to his lips.

▷ He tenderly traces soothing shapes on your back or arms with his fingertips.

▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to take some silly pictures. Using Snapchat filters or just terrible angles and lighting

▷ He will take some wholesome pictures too, of course. Spamming his snapchat story with your face.

▷ As the night progresses, and people get louder he makes the call to head home.

▷ He doesn't bother waking you up; instead, he simply scoops you up in his arms, carefully carrying you out to the car.

▷ On the drive home, he ensures the car stays at the perfect temperature, keeps the music volume low, and skillfully navigates around any potholes.

▷ Once home he takes it upon himself to get you ready and into bed.

Once home, he takes it upon himself to get you ready for bed. Carrying you inside from the car, he softly lays you down on your shared bed, while he rummages around the closet to find one of his hoodies for you to wear. Gently he’ll change you out of your party outfit and into his oversized hoodie, possibly waking you up in the process.

“Hm? Where are we?” You mumble very confused by the chnage in surroundings.

“Shh we’re home now toots, let’s finish getting you ready for bed.”

You easily complied as he instructed you to lift your arms, then he pulled his hoodie over you.

"There we go," he says, his voice now deeper as he too was growing tired.

Together you both cuddled up together in your bed, falling asleep nearly instantly.

❥ Ted:

▷ Once he realizes you’re asleep he goes full mom mode.

▷ He'll take care to delicately adjust you, making sure you’re comfortable and preventing you from waking up sore.

▷ Looks around for a blanket. If he can’t find one he’ll use the jacket/button up off his own back to keep you warm.

▷ I can see him being the type to still mingling around at the party as you sleep on the couch but he’s never more than a few feet away from you, constantly looking over and checking in

▷ If he's not up and mingling with other partygoers, he's right by your side, talking casually to those closest to him, running his hands through your hair, and tracing your face as you lay on his legs.

▷ As the night winds down and people start to leave, he'll softly wake you, ensuring you're okay and offering a refreshing glass of water.

"Y/n, come on, it's time to go," Ted softly spoke, gently rubbing your shoulder.

"Hmm?" you grumbled, slowly sitting up from where you lay on the couch.

"It's getting late, hun. We should probably get going," he explained, offering you his extended hand.

Slowly, you grabbed his hand and rose to your feet, resting your body against his.

He let out a soft laugh before saying, "Would my tired baby like a piggyback ride?”

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. Swiftly, he bent down, allowing you to climb up onto him before securing your legs with his arms. Sleepily, you laid your head against his shoulder, the subtle movement of his walking occasionally swaying your tired head.

▷ Once to the car he softly places you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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andysorbit · 3 months

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SFW & NSFW boyfriend!Jisung

buckle up this is kinda long

I'm lazy so this is my format for this I might make a fic later but I more than likely won't

Is literally terrified of you at first

like he can't even look at you he's just 🫣

very slowly warms up to you like... a snail could walk across Puerto Rico twice before he's fully convinced that he might have a chance with you

falls in love with how gentle and playful you are with him

if you're more shy like he is, he thinks it's the sweetest thing

if you're more forward then he's scared and turned on by that

you're his baby but he's also your baby

once he knows your his... you're his

he's touchy but he's so sneaky about it.

he'll fix your shirt collar, adjust your bracelets, gently place a hand on your back or an arm around your shoulder

your first kiss kinda just happens

like just unplanned as hell

like you meet up for lunch and when he hugs you, you both just go in for it and he just 😧 then he's kissing you all over your face

he's buying you a necklace with his initials on it

he's also showing you how to play his favorite games

does he know his way around a kitchen? well he didn't but after hearing you say men who are useless in the kitchen don't deserve human rights, he started hounding Jaemin to help him learn the bare basics

he's asking you for help too because he likes how gently you talk to him

he'd bring it up while you're cuddled up in his room watching a movie

he'd be the big spoon most of the time because holding you is like free therapy for him

spams you memes on in IG and TikTok

sometimes writes poetry for you

is super proud that your family and friends like him

wants to go all the way but he's a gentleman

"y'know how uh... I was..."

"you can touch me Jisung. it's okay."

so he rests his hand on your hip

again he's trying but he's a gentleman... who's also still terrified

"and I thought you wanted to fondle me... hm"

"I can fondle you?"

"I mean I did just give you permission, Sungie"

and his hand is immediately easing up your shirt to press to your tummy while he's sighing happily

you have to literally tell him he doesn't need permission to touch you

"I don't need permission, huh?"

"no, you dont"

"because you're all mine?"

"I sure am"

and then he's softly groping your tits and you can feel him growing hard against your ass

"how much of you is mine?"

"all of me"

"how much of what's mine can I have right now?"

again this dude is a gentleman

but also he's an animal

yes he may seem like a gentle giant but when he wants you, he gets a look in his eyes like he could absolutely swallow you up

he's strong and is definitely scared of hurting you so he holds back in everything he does to you

he's overwhelmed tbh he never knows what he wants to do first

first he's kissing you

then he's groping your tits again

then he's sucking marks into your neck

then he's kissing you again and easing his hand into your panties

"is this okay?"

and of course it's okay

he's so feral for you that you can literally feel him holding back

"I'm not glass, Sungie"

"no but you're a soft lady and I'm gonna... I have to do this the right way. Our first time is supposed to be special. I can't just rip your clothes off and have my way with you"

and he does takes his time with you

savoring you, teasing you, caressing you

still unable to process that you're his and that you want him just as much as he wants you

he's playful even during sex

"oh you want me so bad"

"oh shut up"

"not my fault you think I'm sexy"

and you know just how to make him fold

"I do think you're sexy, Jisung"

"stop"

once he's had you, he can't enough of you

he'll drag you off just about anywhere to have you

at a mutual friend's house? he's sneaking you out to the balcony to finger you

out for a night drive? he's grabbing your hand to press to the bulge in his pants

and of course he's fucking you in the backseat

more than anything, he loves watching your face

no matter what you're both doing, he needs to see your face

whether it's something wholesome or downright filthy

if you had a penny for every time he tells you that you're his while he's fucking you, you could by a billionaire

loves fucking you stupid

"take it all. take every fucking inch baby. You're such a good girl for me"

his newfound breeding kink is why you had to get an IUD expeditiously

found out by accident really

the man's addicted to you so there are times when you don't wanna stop to use a condom

"are you sure?"

and of course you're sure

he's beside himself when he gets to feel you without a condom

like he's a mess

moaning, panting, whimpering in your ear

"fuck... oh my God you're so fucking hot. fucking love you so much baby yesyesyesyes"

he whines whether he's in control or not

he needs to touch you any way he can

he's so in love and sometimes you catch him giving you that "that's my baby" look and it just feels like the best thing in the world

bonus!!!! text!!

thanks for reading!!!

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adventuringblind · 2 months

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Every Step of the Way

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Logan Sargeant x Liam Lawson

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, sick fic

Summary: With a new diagnosis, sometimes things can be confusing and scary. Oscar, Liam, and Logan do their best to help make things as easy as possible.

Warnings: Authors limited knowledge of cancer and chemotherapy

Notes: To the requester, I hope this brings you some comfort. I understand the fear of a new diagnosis. It's a difficult things to navigate.

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The appointment feels like it was years ago, yet she's still sitting in the office. The weight of the words sinking in, the new diagnosis still registering.

Cancer. The single word nobody wants to hear. It is a life changing thing that could pose to be fatal.

And right now, she feels alone. At the mercy of her own emotions. Her phone buzzing beside her, but her consciousness is too far away to notice it.

She hadn't been feeling well for some time. Oscar had suggested seeing a doctor, but she claimed allergies. She'll have to admit to him that he was right (again, as per usual).

The boys have been busy lately, off racing and traveling. She's been stuck home trying to get through all these appointments. The one time they are home, she wishes they weren't.

How is she supposed to tell them her body is trying to kill her? They have too much going on in their own lives right now to worry about her on top of it. The lovely anxiety she's been having over being a burden to her boys sets in once more.

She hates it. These dejected emotions want to escape from her via tears. Yet they don't come. They pool in her eyes instead, just on the cusp of sliding down her cheeks.

Her phone buzzes again. She looks at this time and sees the spam from Liam and Logan asking if she's been kidnapped or something. So much for not worrying them.

She drives him in silence. Only her thoughts to keep her company. The ones that tell her maybe she did something to deserve this. She thinks back to anything that could've cause this kind of karma.

She pulls into the driveway and tries to put a smile on her face as she walks through the door. "I'm home!"

Liam nearly tackles her to the floor as he scoops her up and tosses her onto the sofa. The one all three of the boys have turned into the perfect comfort spot with blankets and snacks and a movie already on the screen.

“Figured you might want some reprieve after your appointment.” Logan tosses a blanket over her.

“You don’t want to now the results?”

Oscar wraps an arm around her and tucks her close to his chest. “You were supposed to be home two hours ago. whatever it is, we can talk about it after you’ve had some time to wind down.”

She ends up falling asleep during the movie. the comforting presence of all three boys has her mind drifting off to somewhere that isn’t her own failing body.

She tries to soak up the normalcy of it all before things get worse. The voice in the back of her head is telling her that they won’t want her around when she’s too exhausted to do anything. when she starts draining their bank accounts because of all the medical bills.

The sleep she got was restless despite not waking up. They’d moved her to bed at some point. The cuddle pile and soft snores tell her it’s probably still early.

She maneuvers herself out of bed without waking the boys. A dance she’s done a thousand times before.

The glass of water is in her hands, but she doesn’t remember walking into the Kitchen. Everything is too much right now.

Her knees find the floor and the water spills everywhere. The glass shatters when she throws it in anger.

So much for not waking anyone.

Footsteps hastily make their way towards her. She can hear them whispering as they come around the corner and see the mess that she’s made.

“Love, I’m gonna come get you alright?” Strong arms wrap around her and bring her off the floor. She zones out listening to the song clatter of glass being picked up.

Back on the sofa again. The boys don’t push but she can tell they want answers. all three of them share nervous gazes.

“Cancer.”

She waits for anyone to say anything, to get angry and scream, maybe even cry. Instead she is hugged with such a gentle kind of love that she breaks. The tears don’t stop until she is dehydrated and choking.

“We’re not leaving you, alright? This diagnosis doesn’t stop us from loving you.”

The next week is torture. Getting ready for and starting chemotherapy is a nightmare.

It hurts, she’s sick, and the exhaustion makes everything worse.

But she also has people around her who love and care. They stick with her on the bad days and the worse days. they make the best out of the good days.

Oscar makes sure she sleeps, Logan makes sure she eats, and Liam tries to kidnap her when the other two get over protective.

It’s certainly a hard road. Some days are harder and she can barely function, but she’s trying.

Plus, it does help having people who love her around.

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babyleostuff · 9 months

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Pls pls make an ot13 fic wherein the reader is an actress and an idol at the same time and she get paired with svt and they have a kissing scene or an intimate one. without anyone knowing, theyre daiting and the amount of teasing the members eill receive??? Just like juns recent drama

members teasing each other because of an intimate scene in a drama | ot13

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SEUNGCHEOL

He’d try to pull the leader card, but it would NOT work, whatsoever. The teasing he’d get from Mingyu would be ASTRONOMICAL (he’d waited his entire life for that). It would also be Chan’s villain origin story, because that would be the perfect opportunity to take revenge for all those years the teasing (you can practically hear him laughing maniacally in the distance).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ JEONGHAN

I feel like it could go two ways. He’d either be like: “you guys stoooop” (shy bean) or “I know, that kiss was hot, right?” (wink wink). Even though they would definitely tease him, he wouldn’t care that much. At least he gets all the edits and thirst traps now.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ JOSHUA

They would give him a bottle of water with a label “holy water” and run off. But in the end, despite all the teasing, Joshua would not be bothered. He has better things to do (read: sing “Sunday morning” while crying over his cringy kissing scenes).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ JUN

Well, looking at what is going on right now, we can tell that he gets some amount of teasing, but a lot of praise too. I think generally with Jun, they are proud of him for pursuing acting and showing his talent in something other than singing and dancing. Still, I feel like he kind of hibernated for the first 48h after the release, to avoid the clowning of the members (but he has seen the memes).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOSHI

Villain origin story, part two: Mingyu edition. It would be his time to take revenge for all the mafia games AND HE WOULD NOT HOLD BACK. That man would follow Soonyoung everywhere and just clown him MASSIVELY. Soonyoung would have to lock himself in his house to avoid Mingyu and even then, the younger would spam him with messages.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ WOOZI

At first they wouldn’t dare to tease him. They would be afraid that he’d close off after coming out of his comfort zone and starting in a drama. Jihoon’d be actually ready for the teasing, so when it never came, he’d be like ???. That’s when they’d release all their inner jokes about the drama and his performance (especially the steamy scenes). He would laugh with them and not mind the teasing.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ WONWOO

He’d take it all like a champion. Nothing can break Jeon Wonwoo. Except for when he’d be alone. Then he’d turn into a babygirl and be like:🥺🫶, guys can you stop, please? But he would never tell that to their faces. Because he’s Jeon Wonwoo. 💪🏼.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ DK

They would not tease him. Period. Instead of teasing it would be all love and praise. They would practically be shitting hearts and rainbows, because of how proud they are of him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ MINGYU

Thank god they aren’t living together anymore, because he’d HAVE to move out then. The group chat would be on fire after the first episode and the next day at work would be hell on earth for him. Some of the boys would take their time to learn some of the lines that they found particularly cringy and clown him with them. They'd also make kissy noises at him. He’d start to think about debuting as a solo artist.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ MINGHAO

There would be no point in teasing Minghao. Would not care. Would not find the teasing amusing. Would probably turn the whole situation around and make fun of the boys instead. It’s all for the art baby.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SEUNGKWAN

The moment any of the members would even open their mouth to breath, he’d yell and walk out of the room. After a second though, he’d reappear and start explaining how it is all in the name of art and what it means to be a real actor (it'd turn out that Jeonghan only wanted to ask what they wanted for dinner).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ VERNON

I feel like the members wouldn’t actually tease him THAT much. They’d be proud of him for doing something out of his comfort zone and trying something new. Yeah, surely there would be some teasing, but it’d more like love and praise 🥰 >>>>> teasing.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ DINO

He. Does. Not. Care. Come on, after that many years of being teased and “bullied”, he would not give a single fuck. They’d try to make fun of him, but quickly give up, as they'd realise it didn’t faze their youngest, whatsoever. Chan would enjoy all the tiktoks and memes though.

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cheeseceli · 5 months

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When I was your man

Pairing: idol!Bang Chan × gn!Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: alcohol consumption (nothing much tho, it's barely there)

Request: ok so as much as i hate sad fics, i have an amazing idea that is definitely going to break many hearts... when i was your man by bruno mars, as inspiration for a chan fic.

A/n: ik this is inspired by when I was your man but listen to "shot glass of tears" by jungkook and "million reasons" by lady gaga, it really adds to the experience

He could just call you. He knew you would pick up and listen to what he had to say, even though it was probably going to be nonsense. Even if all he had to say was bullshit and excuses, you would listen. You could even give him another chance. But that time, he didn't want that.

No, horrible wording, Bang Chan thought to himself. Of course he wanted another chance. He loved you so much that all he could think of, even when the alcohol was all over his brain and the members and staff were talking about the new comeback, was when he'd get another chance to see you. I'm still not over with all the work for today. Tomorrow we have rehearsals. The day after that we have recording. We probably have something to do later as well, but I can't recall what it is. I don't think I'll have the time this week.

Oh, that was one of the problems. Time. Or the lack of it for that matter. He'd always be late for dinner and would always miss breakfast. In the beginning you thought it was understandable, although you never liked it. But as time went on, you felt you were dating a ghost: the only thing that guaranteed you had a boyfriend was the same old message he would sent you before any date. "Won't be able to make it. I'm sorry. I love you." After receiving so many texts like this in the spam of the last six months, you started to doubt the last two sentences.

But he was sorry. And he loved you. He was planning on how he could show you this now. Maybe he should buy you flowers. You've always liked it, you felt as it was romantic. But there's nothing romantic in excuses that hold no regret. Your words, not his. Won't buy flowers. Yeah, he'd already tried that one before.

Maybe he should take you out. A real date. He'd show up this time, he was sure of it. But would you? He remembers the episode of last week. He showed up after what felt like an eternity without seeing you. But you stood him up. At first he thought it was a little revenge. He would've deserved that if that was the case. But you weren't playing any games. You had just given up. How can you call it a date if you don't look at my eyes throughout it, just because you're to worried a paparazzi will show up? You can't even bring yourself to hold my hand. He read the message you sent at least a hundred times, enough for him to know it by heart and for those words to follow him everywhere he goes. It was the last text you sent him.

He could've called. You would've picked up. He knew you were just looking for a reason to stay, though you had a million reasons to quit. But you still had faith. You still loved him. Right now you were probably looking at your ceiling with teary eyes, trying to make the worst seem better. He knew you that much, and he knew you well.

But he didn't know himself that well. He didn't know then that he was able to put his pride aside. He didn't know that you weren't looking for a grand gesture. He didn't know that he was enough. You just wanted him, and he wasn't able to give it to you. He should've called. But he didn't.

If he had called you, you would've heard him. You would've believed in whatever he had to say. You wouldn't be dating someone new. Someone who has time for you. Someone who gives you flowers without trying to use it as an apology. Someone who's not afraid of being seen with you and holds your hand. The things he could've been to have you by his side if he had tried a little more.

Yeah, he should've called.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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wanderingelvis · 1 year

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i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

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Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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homestylehughes · 5 months

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jack Hughes- noise

noise- jack hughes

summary: where jack is the only noise you ever want to hear.

wc:725

PSAAAA: hiii!!! if you clicked on this story thank you so much!! I'm new to writing on tumblr so I'm still learning!! so pls be nice ( I promise I'll get better) anyways hope you enjoy, let me know what you think below (omfg I'm sorry this is so long I'll stfu now<3)

fic below:

time is moving slowly, each time i look at the clock. time is moving slower and slower. I used to love being alone, i used to love my noiseless life, or the noises that i found simple and easy. like the noise of my ac blowing when doing my homework. or the occasional noise of my favorite records i’d play, and dance too around my apartment at 2 am. now i have a different type of noise in my life, jack hughes.

if you would have told me a year and half ago, i be waiting to hear noise fill up my life and apartment; i’d tell you you’re crazy. my noise being jack hughes. there’s nights like these where i really want him here, to feel his noise.

the devils lost to the Sharks tonight 6-3. after coming off a 3 game heater, i knew this loss would be hard for them. for him. i waited for him to call, to hear the noise of his ringtone, for it to ring through my ears. constantly glancing at the clock on my wall, as i see the time ticking by, slower and slower. i just wanted to hear my favorite noise. after most losses, jack didn’t come over. i respected that, i knew he needed space sometimes, and i would always give that too him. but right now i was missing my noise, i wanted nothing more than to grab my keys and head out the door, drive 40 minutes to his place. i wanted nothing more than to call in 15 times, spam him with texts, to let him know that i missed him and that i’m here for him. that i missed his noise.

the game ended 3 hours ago. i keep looking at the clock, time is still moving slowly. i make my way to my bedroom, throwing on one jacks shirts. i slowly make my way to my bed, a bed that feels cold without him. i close my eyes, and try to think of something that can send me off to sleep. all of my thoughts are about jack, and how much i miss his smile. his laugh. his sassy comments. his kisses, oh god how much i miss his kisses. and most importantly his noise. my thoughts are starting to slowly fade, my eyes start to slowly close. as my eyes flutter close for the last time.

i hear a pounding at my door, i glance at my clock and the time reads 3:30 am. who’s here at 3:30 am? i slowly make my way through my apartment, turning a light in the hallway, in which i immediately regret. i turn the handle at the door, not knowing who to expect. my mind goes foggy when i see jack standing in my hallway. all my thoughts are immediately consumed by him again. all of my thoughts are consumed by his noise.

“hi” i say, as i look at jack who’s still standing in the hallway outside my apartment. “hi” jack breathes back out to me. our eyes never leave each other. i can’t take the space anymore, i can’t take the silence. i need his noise.

i pull him into my apartment and slam the door behind us. the next thing i know is jacks body slamming into mine. pulling me into the biggest and tightest hug ive ever received. we stand in my living room of my apartment, embraced in each other arms. no words need to be said between us. i slowly pull apart, too look into his eyes. scanning his face to see any sign of injury, instead all i find is love and calmness.

i grab his hand and led him into my room. knowing my bed will no longer be cold with him in it. no other words have been exchanged yet, no other words need to be exchanged. we get into bed, and jack quickly pulls me into his flush body.

i can feel his noise. i can hear his noise. the steady sound of his breathing. the sound of his heart beating beneath me. this is all i need. his noise. my favorite noise jack. my jack. i slowly fall asleep to the sound of his noise, and now i'm no longer alone. my noise, my home is back.

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gojolatte · 2 months

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meanbossart · 3 months

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DU drow asks time

Lore questions/sweet messages/stuff that made me laugh that's about DU drow specifically that I decided to compile in a single post!

First of all, "outraged to be used as a medium for old man gay divorce" is a hysterical sentence LOL

As for his thoughts on the Ansur debacle? Negative ones. He hates the emperor, he doesn't care about his third-time-twist real identity, he doesn't particularly care about Wyll either (well - he kind of finds him entertaining, he's kind of really frustrated by him, it's complicated) but he saved his dad on a whim to spite Mizora anyway. BUT HEY, all that trouble would have been worthwhile if he's about to get an ancient dragon fighting alongside him - this old duke sounds a little too confident in this fairy tale, but stranger things have happened, right?

Then the situation unfolds as it does, and if he wasn't eager enough to use that orphic hammer before, he certainly is now. There is very little that the Emperor does past Act 3 that DU drow doesn't find a way to twist into something that confirms his resolve against him. If he could have taken Ansur's side in that fight, he would have - not that he shed any tears over killing him either.

Sick sword though, that helped soothe his nerves a bit and I'm sure spared everyone a little bit of a tantrum at camp later.

HAHAHAHA I can't confirm nor deny because I see so few large body-type elves as it is (which is fair, elves aren't usually... That massive). I did set age to 50% because it does look a little weird when it's all smooth. Maybe that's the trick?

Though I guess if you find it unsettling, then... No wonder it suits him! however this just looks like an impressively handsome fella to me, to be honest. I insist on fucking him up further whenever I draw him for that reason.

Thank you so much for following along and for giving the fic a try!!! And no worries, english isn't my native tongue either so I've been there 😎👍

I do actually have a couple of very short comics planned that take place pre-tadpole, but my backlog of WIPs is... Massive. Not to mention the commission work I do (currently not taking any more). I have one that's about his first interaction with Orin and another about a business dinner with Gortash gone-wrong, but I have no clue when I'll be able to work on them. Hopefully soon though!

You know, I've always hoped that after I died I'd be remembered as the guy who inspired others to make their nipples card-swipe-able.

Joke's aside, thank you LOL I love that my guys' nips have taken up non-insignificant room in your mind, it's always comforting to know that you aren't the only one.

Piercings and the such aren't really his style though. While he finds his scar-work weirdly comforting, he isn't so interested in aesthetic results as much as he just enjoys having pain inflicted upon him in a controlled environment, by people that he loves - He doesn't recall this post-tadpole, but the scars were a result of a kind of... Recurring ritual between himself and Orin that served to replace normal intimacy, pretty much.

Since you touched on it though, I do like to believe that Astarion finds his cut-up body fun, both on the eyes and on the hands LOL.

I'm starting to think you guys are all in on this. It's like the fifth time someone catches me in the act - god damn it, is it that obvious that I wanna slide down Peter Steele's cold corpse like he's a a ride at the Magical Ice kingdom... Which is to say, yes, both the guy and his music are not-so-lowkey a big inspiration behind a lot of DU drow's characterization!

That's all for now folks, thank you so much for the asks!!! This isn't all of them but I try not to spam people's feeds when I can help it/space them out. I see all of your messages and I guarantee you that if I have an interesting answer for them, you will see a reply eventually!

#ps: i only made that peter steele joke because i know he would be ok with it LOL #ask #DU drow #bg3 spoilers

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yxami · 1 year

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I'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes, I'm using Google translator.

I literally adore all your fic. I like how you put submissive yandere boys. Personally, my favorite is the roommate brat who is very needy and masochistic. Can you write more about him? And if you can, make it a long text. I love your twisted creativity <3

Don't stop writing your fics!!

Omg of course! I’m so happy someone liked my work enough to ask for more, thank you!! I understood everything btw!!

Desc: Malakai being a jealous guy, masochism, murder, horrific themes, angst, drinking, meeting a new character and maybe a new oc if anyone likes him enough to ask about, obsession, yandere scenarios, etc.

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A car door slam made Malakai beeline towards the front window. Who was it? Was it you? You should’ve gotten home 20 minutes ago! He was going to spam call you but you scolded him the last time he did that.. which was yesterday.

He saw you say your goodbyes with such a bright smile to a person. He squinted, getting a good clear look of some guy in the car. Who was he?? Why did he think he could drive YOU to your own home. HE could do that himself, he has his own car to take you so why didn’t you ask him??

The black screen was about to tear with Malakai’s nails sinking into them like a cat trying to escape out of the house. He couldn’t believe you had the audacity to chastise him for being jealous. Look what you were doing now!

He heard the door start to unlock and he quickly got in front of view. Immediately glaring at you as you locked eyes.

You open your mouth about to say something before Malakai decided his words were more important.

“You expect me to not be upset when you go out and you pull this shit??” He folded his arms, noticeably annoyed.

“Listen, I needed a ride home and he was able to do it! Nothing bad with that, plus he has a girlfriend so it doesn’t matter, he wouldn’t pull anything!” You explained, setting your bags down on the table before sitting on the couch.

Malakai taking his quick spot next to you, still not clinging onto you like he normally would when you came home. ‘He must be really upset’ You thought.

“You never know how guys are! You’d be surprised how many would cheat to get one inch of a girls attention” He huffed. As if he wasn’t a guy as well.

“I know that but he isn’t like that, I know him and he would do that”

“OH? So you know him like that??” He huffed getting more upset and stormed off to his room.

You sighed not understanding why he got jealous all the time. You honestly found it cute not going to lie. His little whimpers trying to justify his jealousy, his clinginess when you apologized, it was all pretty adorable.

“Pff… he isn’t like that.. mememe” He mumbled, mocking you while sitting up right on his bed. Of course, you weren’t here to hear his mocking because if you were you would’ve definitely beat him up.

You waited just a tiny bit before entering Malakai’s room to apologize and assure him. You wanted to make sure he could’ve off a little bit before talking.

You entered his room and saw his worried eyes that quickly looked away. Was he waiting for you to come in? You shook that thought away and sat down next to him. Inviting yourself to tuck your body under the blanket just as he did.

“Alright, how about every time I need a ride I’ll call you? If he asks, I’m going to deny his offer and be nice about it.” You explain your part of the deal. A deal he didn’t know was a deal he just immediately assumed you were gonna do that with nothing in return.

“Yay!! Just call me every time you do and then I’ll quickly pick you up! Probably faster than him” He smiled so happily, turning to his right to hug you tightly.

“BUT! You have to be nice to anyone you meet that I know, like friends, co workers, those type of people” You looked straight into his eyes. The eyes that told the heavy distaste for the words you said showed.

“Mm…” He thought about it for a bit.

Malakai would love to be your personal driver, it would mean nobody else would have you in their car! More time to see you and less time with someone else! But being nice to certain friends that came over would be a pain in the ass..

Though, he did have an idea.

“Fine! But that means every single time you need a ride you have to call me.”

“Alright! Deal” The both of you shook hands as if you were business partners of some sort and settled it.

───※

The snow fell on the ground quicker than usual. Malakai’s shoes crushing it under his footsteps. He was successful in finding the reason for going outside. His eyes death staring a certain someone in a cafe. A little fly who has to be crushed or else he would certainly come back.

As if the guy could feel eyes in the back of his neck, he looked behind him, the clear glass window only showing heavy snow and some people heading home. It was getting late after all, the cafe was going to close soon so he decided to go on back home.

The unknown guy parted his ways with his girlfriend. ‘The one you spoke about earlier’ Malakai thought to himself. So it was true.. that wouldn’t change anything though. It was already set up and he knew it he had to crush that guy or else you would never be safe in his arms.

Malakai knew the man would leave through the alley way behind the cafe so that was his perfect chance to eliminate him. His quick footsteps following the unarmed guy. Malakai knew that he sense that he was being followed soon.

As soon as he turned around Malakai struck him with a sharp blade in the center of his heart. The quick stabs left the man speechless, unable to process the blood spreading throughout his shirt faster then water pouring down a hill.

He opened his mouth, about to scream for help before Malakai kicked him down and stabbed his throat. Making sure he wouldn’t be able to call for any sort of help. He eliminated his only way to receive help and his chance in surviving.

Malakai looked down upon the man on the floor. The guy’s dark blood splattered all around the snow and had colored a large spot on his shirt. He knew he wasn’t going to survive, he just looked straight up. He didn’t want his killer to be satisfied in him being the only thing he saw as he died at a rapid pace.

The sunset colors were pretty, he hoped his girlfriend wouldn’t have to witness the awful scene on the news. His eyes burned, trying to refrain from crying. His killer had already fled after he stabbed his throat, knowing he was unable to do anything but pass away.

His throat and heart burned. He didn’t want it to end like this. Why did it have to end like this? What did he do? His ears picked up a quiet ringing, one that slowly gained in pitch. He heard a woman scream before he heard sirens blaring nearby. The ringing becoming unbearable he closed his eyes.

※───

Malakai happily discarded all his clothes and weapon. The gloves he used were the primary thing to get rid of. This wasn’t the first he did something like this. He remembered hurting someone for the first time when they tried fighting him. They obviously got beat, ending up in the hospital which got Malakai in a lot of trouble in school. He smiled enjoying that silly little memory of his young self in high school.

Malakai got home in a different pair of clothes. His attitude happier than usual. Biting his lip he was a little nervous to open the door. What if you immediately knew it was him? He hoped you wouldn’t ignore him if you did find out. He’d probably break down if you did.

You greeted Malakai as usual, asking him where he was so late at night.

“Ah, i was just hanging out with my friend. We went out to a club, just for fun yknow” A toothy grin appearing on his face.

“Oh, alright. I just finished making some pasta if you want some. I didn’t know if you did want any but I did make a bit more then usual” You started walking to the living room. You had laid down some of your blankets on the couch to snuggle up on while you watched the latest news and shows. Speaking of news, it seemed like it was getting interesting when you heard a reported speaking about something.

Malakai, fidgeting with his fingers a little nervous he waited before getting pasta and sat next to you. Watching to see if you knew or not.

‘And we have details coming that a young man in his mid 20’s that was just identified as Julian Mark was murdered near the popular cafe called Cats and Coffes in a dark alleyway. Reporters say a woman encountered the man lying on the floor in his own pool of blood. The injuries were very fatal—-“ At the point you tuned the news out.

He was dead? You just saw him today, that was your friend. Your heart ached thinking about how heart broken his girlfriend probably would be when she saw the news. You had her number and didn’t know if you should break the news or not. You decided not to, Julian’s best friend would probably tell her.

You bit your lip thinking, why would he get murderer? Who would do that? He never had any enemies so why—

You looked beside you and saw a slightly nervous Malakai. His demeanor was normal but his eyes looked nervous, glancing upon the news then to you back to the news then back to you.

He stopped doing that once he realized you were directly staring at him now.

“Tell me you didn’t do this”

His silence showed the answer you needed.

You got up and went to your room. Slamming the door shut and locking it.

Seriously? Why would he do that? He had a girlfriend so he didn’t need to kill him. You found it disgusting and weren’t sure what to do. Your stomach queasy as your mind refreshed itself to show the image of his your friend in a body bag behind yellow bright tape that kept the public away.

You just felt saddened at the fact that he was gone now. You weren’t sure what to do, you didn’t think Malakai would go that far.

You could hear his whimpers while knocking at the door. Begging for you to open it since he knew you were upset and felt like you were going to neglect him.

You picked at your lip trying to think, ripping off the dry skin helped you somehow. It was a bad habit but whatever. You decided that you would have to control Malakai somehow. If he didn’t stop he was going to kill more people that he thought was a threat to him just because they had your attention.

He sobbed scratching the door for you to open it. He didn’t want to break it down because he knew you would get even more mad if he did. He kept profusely apologizing as he wiped his tears away with his sleeves. He knocked and knocked and still heard silence.

How would you control him though? You just didn’t know that part. He did listen sometimes but that was on little thing, he was always a bratty guy. Maybe if you ignored him if he didn’t listen to you?? That’s basically what you were doing now.

You knew you weren’t gonna rack your brain quick enough to make a plan so you just unlocked and opened the door. You saw him sitting down, his eyes lit up and his sobs were louder as he clung to your leg.

You stood there for a moment trying to think just for one second before pulling your leg away from him. You walked to your bed and just sat down. His cheeks wet with tears, he followed quickly behind and sat next to you.

“Please”

“Please what”

“Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry..”

“Are you really though? You did it without remorse and came back happier then ever as if it was something normal.”

“I- I know! I know it looks bad but you never— you never said I couldn’t kill anyone.. y-you you just said I had to be nice” His sobs made his chest intake more air then he needed and his sniffling became more apparent.

Malakai just stared with hurt in his eyes. Knowing what he did wouldn’t gain any happiness from you and only pleasured him in knowing that he wouldn’t have another person talking to you.

He sniffles, still trying to breathe normal instead of hyperventilating.

“I’m sorry.. I won’t do it again” He wiped his wet cheeks and tears that wanted to spill.

“Are you really though? Are you really going to stop? Or are you just going to say you won’t then pull more shit like this”

His heart ached and felt like it had been stabbed. ‘How ironic’ he thought

He sat in silence trying to formulate a response, a response that never left his lips. You stormed off, angry about god knows what exactly. His crimes? His silence? You didn’t know and you didn’t care to ponder about which one angered you the most.

You needed to escape, just for a bit. Enough for you to compose yourself before you murdered the man yourself.

You went to a bar and sat down on the elevated stool. You never really were a drinker, never found it pleasing. Maybe your mind convinced you it was worth a shot when you saw the bright neon lights, convincing you, pushing you to go see why people used it as a coping method.

The lights truly weren’t the ones that convinced you to, it was just your mind trying to make a reason for you enter. You knew that you just wanted to get drunk and forget about everything. Forget about your loss, forget about your frustration, and certainly forget about HIM.

The bartender wiped the counter with a rag. He was attractive, you took notice of that quickly. He was probably good at his job, easily swayed people into buying things.

“What would you like darling? Something to relax you? You look rather tense” He referred to your tense body and emotionless expression.

“Yeah, and maybe a little something to make me forget about a few things” You giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

As he started preparing your drink you looked at your phone. Not paying attention to the buzzing of messages that popped up, but rather the time. Wow, it was 12am? You honestly thought it was 9 or 10 pm.

As you waited you started finally paying attention to the music. It was upbeat and fun, you liked it. You honestly expected them to be playing horrendous music that made you even more negative than before.

“Here ya go, tell me if you need anything else honey” He set your drink down, it was colorful and had a lime on the side with ice that floated to the top.

“Thank you” Was the short reply you made before grabbing the glass cup and sipping a bit down. You didn’t want to overload yourself too far yet.

It tasted strong, it wasn’t repulsive though, it had a little sweet taste which you enjoyed. Your body forced to relaxed instead of being tense with thoughts and worries.

You sort of got it now, maybe you should do this more often. Alcohol did take quick effect didn’t it? You were glad you walked to the bar rather than stupidly drive to it.

The bartender took notice of you quickly, he wondered what you were trying to forget. You looked gorgeous even with your casual clothes and no attempt to look good. He bit his lip trying to refrain from approaching you in a way that wasn’t professionally. He was on the clock! Think properly Xalvador!!

He cleaned a few glasses, trying to look busy. You looked dazed lost in thought. He observed you for a bit before eventually getting called to go serve a drink by a drunk man. ‘A very drunk man who shouldn’t be having anymore’ Xalvador said. Of course, not out loud but in his head.

You finished your drink, gulping the semi sweet alcoholic beverage. You wondered what it was called, you couldn’t remember what the bartender called it again.

You weren’t sure how to call him so you just raised your hand. You didn’t want to yell at him like some asshole or snap your fingers.

He thankfully noticed and went over once he was finished serving the other guy across the table. He adored your tired messy look, you looked out of place even but he didn’t mind. He loved looking at you, he was happy you called him over.

“Hey, uhm.. what was this drink called again?” You were thankful that you weren’t drunk enough to slur your words. Also thankful you weren’t a light weight.

“I don’t have a name for it right now. It’s just some bourbon, soda, lemon on the side, and some strawberry flavoring..” He chuckled while remembering the items.

“It tastes really well, thank you. Can I have another?” You asked politely.

“Of course! I’ll get that started for you” He smiled happily.

You looked at your phone and saw it was almost 12 at this point. Time went by fast, huh?

You saw glanced upon all the messages Malakai sent in his nervous frenzy that you had left so suddenly. He didn’t think about chasing after you until a good 10 seconds were you had already ran off so he couldn’t find you.

All the messages contained pleas and all sorts of apologies. You glared at them, hoping he wouldn’t find where you were. You weren’t on to go drink at all, so he likely wouldn’t think to come in here.

Xalvador looked seeing your annoyed expression at your phone and giggled. You quickly looked up and saw him set down your drink.

“What is it? Lovers quarrel? Perhaps something like a friend breakup?” He asked curiously. He would stop questioning if you showed that you were uncomfortable.

“Ha-, yeah let’s call it a friend thing. I got overwhelmed so I just came over here” You smiled at the fact he was trying to pinpoint you reason for being here and the face you made.

“Everybody’s got their own thing going on, interesting that it made you come to a place like this. I can tell you don’t drink, I’ve never seen you around here” He enjoys the fact that nobody was calling out for him to serve drinks.

“Yeah.. drinking isn’t my thing but I see why people do it now” You giggle taking another sip.

“You’re good at your job yknow..” You mumble getting tired.

“How so? Is it my amazing bartending skills” He chuckled at your sleepy demeanor. It was cute.

“Yeah.. and you’re very cute” You accidentally slipped out the thing you first thought of when you first saw him.

“Ah- thank you! It’s always nice to hear compliments from customers who aren’t total creepy” He tried playing casual but his cheeks felt a little warm. He hoped his blush wasn’t too obvious.

“I gotta go now, but thank you for serving me tonight.” You looked at the time and decided you had enough time to play around. You brought out your cash in your back pocket and gave money for the drinks. Along with a tip because you might as well.

“No problem! Come again soon, I would love to serve you again” Xalvador grinned.

“I’ll try to! Thank you again” You head towards the exit and started to walk back to the house. Your walking was a little wobbly but you didn’t care. As long as you got home.

Once you actually made it, you were less prepared then you thought but you still continued. You unlocked the door and felt a sudden embrace.

His sobs were louder and sadder than before you left. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—“ his quick mumbles and hiccups were almost incomprehensible.

You sighed, feeling drowsy and wanting to go to bed. Being a little drunk felt nice but weird. Malakai smelled your clothes and was able to detect a strong scent of alcohol.

He stopped the embrace and backed up a bit.

“You were drinking? Why? Why would you do something so stupid?? What if you forgot were to go back home or someone took advantage of you!” He expressed his worries loudly as you took off your shoes.

If yelled anymore louder you were probably going to get a headache. You mumbled for him to quiet down and walked to your room.

“Seriously??” He sniffled. Following close behind you as if you were going to run away again.

“Are we okay now? You’re not going to ignore me anymore??” he hugged you as you sat down on the bed.

“Pf, of course not.. it doesn’t matter how many times you apologize. He’s not going to come back and neither is me forgiving you. So what does it matter” You mumble, lying down on the warm bed. He must’ve been lying on it trying to comfort himself. You grabbed the blanket and pulled it from under him and laid under the warm blanket.

“I know it won’t…” He didn’t know what else to say. Just sat down on the comfy bed and looked at you. You looked like you were about to doze off.

“Can I get under the sheets too?” he asked quietly. Not wanting to upset you but he still wanted comfort in knowing you weren’t mad enough to ignore him again.

“Whatever” You mumbled before turning to the wall and closing your eyes. You quickly dozed off, faster than you thought.

Malakai wanted to hug you, to comfort you, to make you feel better but he knew that wouldn’t happen. Not right now that’s for sure. So he just tucked himself in and turned to face away from you. He stared at the other side of the room and tried to think about ways to gain your forgiveness.

A forgiveness that would take a long time.

───※ ·❆· ※───

“I’m so done with you, I can’t believe you actually think it’s okay to do that for no reason. I don’t even know what to do with you. I try and be nice but you pull shit like this. He was my friend you knew he had a girlfriend and you still did this?? What exactly did this gain you? Happiness? Pleasure? Satisfaction? Are you satisfied for eliminating another ‘threat’ to your precious partner? Let me drop a small obvious fact on you, THIS WONT GAIN ANYTHING FOR YOU.” You practically talked his ear off but you hoped this would give him the needed realization of what he did. B

“I didn’t expect you to kill anyone just for no reason, i’d assume being nice would also refer to not killing someone for no apparent reason. Do you have any clue what you’ve done??” You almost starting yelling at him but you kept your cool as much as you could which was going to run out soon.

Why are you being so mean?

Soos

“You nev- never said I couldn’t - you just said I had to be nice to the- them” His stuttering became apparent with his is

“You never said I

“You never said - I couldn’t murder them, i-I…. I didn’t know okay?” His stuttering became apparent, he kept sniffling trying to breath normally but his body kept in taking air that wasn’t needed.

“But you never said I couldn’t do that, you just said be nice to them.” He whimpered trying to compose himself for such a serious conversation. His sniffles unable to stop as he kept

His sobs and screams kept gaining in volume so you were scared neighbors were going to call the police so you opened the door.

‘I wonder what my cute little roomie is doing’ He thought to himself. He fin up

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gn reader #pls request #yandere x darling #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #male yandere #angst #oc stuff #death mention #maybe new oc #malakaimyoc

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The Debreifing

Just a fun continuation of Best Friend's Brother

A/N: An excerpt of how the guys find out since BFB was well received. (I do use washcloths but for the sake of this fic, that's forgotten)

Warnings: (slight smut, might be terrible idk)

Word Count: 1.6K

The sound of your creaky shower head turning on breaks you from your haze. After breakfast, Will bent you over the counter until you came for him twice and all the energy replenished during your sleep left your body again. Even thinking about it now made your heart race. He carried you back and cleaned you up before heading to the bathroom.

A familiar vibration fills your bed and begin looking for your phone. You find it at the edge of your bed and waste no time answering the person you’ve been waiting to call.

“Ben-” Your whisper is bulldozed by Benny’s voice on the other end.

“Are you the reason the wedding is called off?” Before you can answer he continues. “Melody’s been spam-calling us since last night when Will didn’t come home. And you know what’s funny? Both of your locations seem to imply that you’re in the same place.”

“Are you done?” Although Will probably couldn’t hear you you still kept your voice low.

“The floor is yours, and apparently Will is too.” You decide not to comment on the last part of the sentence.

“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll tell you at your place.” You figure this is a better conversation in person.

“But-” Benny tries to interject but you end the call and slide out of your bed.

The fog in the bathroom doesn’t cover Will’s naked back, making it easy for you to ogle. He lathers himself with your rose-shaped bar soap next to the showerhead. Your hands glide around his front to help him rub it in.

He turns to face you with suds rolling down his body. “All the cancellations have to be done in person and I gotta grab some of my shit before she burns it. Otherwise, I'd stay with you all day.”

“It’s not like you need clothes.” Your low voice stirs his cock and he’s smart enough to run right back around.

“If you keep that up we won’t be getting anything done today.” He needs to tie up all his loose ends before completely indulging in you.

“You started it.” You tilt your head up towards his ear while your hands dip lower.

Will keeps himself in shape and you run your soapy hands appreciatively over his v-line. The feeling of your soft hands sent his dick straight up.

“When you walk around like this what else am I supposed to do Will?” That whiney voice gives him flashbacks to the car and he’s a goner.

“You do whatever you want Buttercup.” With his permission your hands clasp around his shaft. Your hands glide like butter as you stroke him.

Nothing feels better than your pert nipples pressing into his back. Nothing feels better than being with you. The way your hand strokes his tip over and over effectively distracts him until he feels your other hand cup his balls. Will’s mouth opens and he braces his hands against the wall. Your poor rose soap is forgotten on the floor.

You bite your bottom lip at the swift pace his chest moves. He’s close. His hips jerk in that familiar pattern and you keep your pace the same. When his balls clench in your hand a low groan fills the shower. You glance around to see his seed hitting your tile in spurts.

While Will finds his way to a steady breathing pattern, you pick up your soap and begin lathering your body. Now you’re gonna be late to Benny’s. Carefully you wash the soap off your body and keep your hair dry.

“Not so fast,” His hands trail down your body before pulling you flush against him.

“Uh uh,” As much as it pains you, you slide his hands off and turn. “I have to get to your brother’s.”

“Am I seeing you later?” Will lets the water beat against his back as he peers down at you.

“If you’re not drained by the end of the day.” You cast an excited smile at him.

“I think I’m drained right now.” His double meaning isn’t lost on you.

“Perv,” You mumble on your way out.

You hear the slap slightly before you feel the burn on your butt cheek. Will stands at the showerhead facing your dropped jaw. He smirks down at you and you’re reminded of the hungry look he was giving you in the car last night. Quickly you head out of the bathroom to avoid another detour.

……..............

“So you’re saying Buttercup and Ironhead slept together and he canceled the wedding because of her?” Frankie seems to be the last one to fully grasp the situation.

Santiago knew the moment they were all helping you move in. The man practically put the whole place together for you.

“Are we really gonna act like it’s a shock though? You saw how he grew out his facial hair because she liked it.” Pope thinks for a second and continues on his rant. “And he’s never liked any of her boyfriends, especially Greg.”

“And Greg was basically perfect for her.” Benny chimes in.

“Now that you mention it last night he wouldn’t stop looking at her when they came back from the bar.” Frankie thinks back to how Will was eyeballing you.

“You noticed that too?” Benjamin excitedly leans forward to pick up a chocolate sprinkle donut.

“And then when he insisted he had to take her home.” Santiago laughs while thinking of Will trying to get you alone.

“Nearly had his hand on her ass when they left too.” After Frankie’s remark a lull settles over the once rambunctious group.

They had no idea what happened after that until Melody called them for Will’s location. Even then they figured he was taking a much-needed break. However, when they woke this morning to find the wedding canceled a group call was made.

Frankly, everyone was shocked at how suddenly it happened, not that it did. At least until Ben pointed out Will being at your place. Then he dropped the call and left the group scrambling for answers.

“How much longer until she gets here?” Santi gets anxious waiting for your arrival.

“I don’t know she said thirty minutes.” Despite the chocolate donut in his hand he’s frowning.

……………………

On the way to Benny’s, you see that you’re seventeen minutes off schedule but luckily he hasn’t blown up your phone. You barely have time to think about that as you reach his door. Your hand has barely formed a fist when the door is yanked open by the youngest Miller. A mischievous smile was permanently placed on his face.

“Took you long enough,” He chastises you but your gossip will more than make up for it.

“Shut up, it’s not like I planned this.” Benny glances at you in suspicion as none of you walk to his living room.

Only the living room wasn’t empty like you expected. Frankie and Santiago are perched on a two-seater picking through donuts on the coffee table. One look at Benny and you know he’s behind it since he simply shrugs his shoulders.

“We may have had a conference call after Will hung up.” Your best friend has the nerve to look sheepish.

“I mean we’re gonna find out anyway Hermosa.” Frankie folds his hands in his lap, patiently waiting for your storytime.

“What happened at the bar?” Benny wastes no time digging for answers.

“He asked me what I thought about Melody since I didn’t say anything at the table.” You dive in because you’ve been dying to share anyway.

“And?” Santi leans into his sofa waiting for your answer.

“And I called her a bitch in the nicest way possible, then I came back to the table.” Your admission is met with different expressions of cheer.

“Mhm so that’s why he was staring you down like that, go on.” Frankie nods his head and waits for you.

“When we got back to the table I figured I overstepped so I tried to shut up. Then he insisted on taking me home so when we were outside he corners me to tell him more. I said it really shouldn’t matter because it’s not like I’m coming from an objective place.” You pause to pick up a blueberry donut. “So he asked me what place would it be coming from and after some prying, I told him I wanted him to dump her.”

“No.” Benny almost can’t believe you’d say any of this but his brother could put you under his spell.

“Mhm,” You take the first bite of your donut, chewing quickly before turning to Frankie and Santiago. “So he started asking me if that’s ‘all I wanted him to do’ and I said no. Finally, he drops it and takes us to the truck. The silence made me paranoid so I started saying I was ‘sorry’ for saying anything. And he’s like I'm not mad at you, it’s one thing for the guys to say it but it’s different with me.”

You forget you’re talking to the guys until they are shocked by what you said.

“What’s the difference?” Francisco looks close to a kicked puppy but you steer him back to the topic.

“But he said it’s different with me, that is what’s important.” You giggle remembering Will’s charming words from last night. “Anyways, I figured he already knew how I felt so I told him. Will almost crashed the truck, he had to pull over. Then he starts yelling at me for not telling him and the next thing I know we’re making out in his truck.”

“I thought he had to change a tire when you were on that road.” Benny sounds scandalized when he places the final piece together.

“They were there that long?” Frankie scrunches his face at what the two of you got up to.

“Damn Buttercup I didn’t think you had it in ya.” Santiago is amused that all it took to end that engagement was you.

You nod since your mouth is full of the blueberry donut you’ve been holding.

“Where’s Will now?” Santi figures he must be out too.

“Doing all the wedding cancellations.” With the blueberry donut finished you look at what’s left in the box.

“What exactly did you do on that road?” Laughter ripples through the room at Benny's genuine concern.

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