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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Too Dumb for Your Own Good

Pairing: Gusion x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, study date, dumbification, feelings avoidance, angry sex, slight breeding kink

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I'm not the smartest person around either.

You had Gusion over at your place again, for the third time this week because you were having trouble memorizing the necessary materials for your next collage exam. The subject itself wasn't that hard to understand, it was more the fact that Gusion insisted on helping you and you couldn't focus on anything but the handsome, glasses wearing devil in your presence.

Or the fact that you were just masturbating in the very chair he was sitting in. That part was especially distracting. He didn't seem to notice you being a flustered mess around him, he was too focused on trying to help you.

He wasn't a good man by any stretch of the imagination but he was almost all too happy to help with this problem. Puzzles and tests were some of his favorite things in the world, and a collage student had plenty of those to go around. That was why began visiting you in the first place, that's how your relationship began.

"You aren't listening to a word I'm saying." He grabbed your chin with his fingers and forced you to look at him. His glasses slid down his nose a bit, those deep, dark eyes staring into your soul, "Are you only keeping me here for personal entertainment?"

"You're here of your own accord." Making it seem like this was your fault, really he had some nerve. "You could always leave if you don't like it."

Gusion scoffed at your suggestion, "And risk you flunking and me losing my source of entertainment? Not very likely. Don't dance around this, tell me what it is that's distracting you so much." So he didn't know after all. You knew he didn't know because he wasn't the type to keep those kinds of things close to his chest.

Should you be honest? Or lie to him? He said it himself, being here if fun for him. So theoretically a confession shouldn't ruin it. Right?

"I think about you, Gusion. A lot. It's been more and more lately and I think I'm starting to like you as a lot more then a friend." The confession was out in the open now. The ball was in his court.

Gusion's eye widened for a brief moment before he got up. Oh. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he didn't need to be here as much as you thought. You felt tears coming on, and a second later his hands on your shoulders and his rough lips pressing against yours.

"How foolish." He scowled, "Something as stupid as lust keeping you from achieving your goals. You humans are so weak. So easily taken over the by most basic, animalistic needs that it's embarrassing."

You were still too dumbstruck by the kiss to be insulted by what you were sure were both insults and his real feelings.

"You're doing it even now. Fine. If you can't focus without my cock in you then…" He pushed himself on top of you and unbuckled his belt with one hand, the other taking his glasses off and placing them on the chair he was just sitting on. "If I fuck you, will you study?"

"I… yes?" You couldn't promise anything.

"Can't even give me a good answer to that. Pathetic whore." His angry face was a huge turn on, the way he looked at you like you were beneath him, unworthy of him being here, helping you. But deep down he must have cared. Otherwise he wouldn't go out of his way to do this for you. Gusion, pulled your legs apart and pushed your panties to the side, his thumb pushing into your pussy. "You must have been touching yourself before this if you're already this wet. No wonder you couldn't focus, your mind must be swimming with oxytocin. I'll fuck you back into reality."

You gulped as you watch him pull his hard cock out of his boxers. Ah, so he wore the kinds that had the little hole. Of course he was the practical type.

"You're gonna fuck my brains out smart boy?" You pressed your legs around his hips and your hands into his short hair. "Or maybe you're gonna come inside me so hard I become smarter. You never know what could happen."

"If I were to come inside you then you would become pregnant. It's the most basic biology. Did you miss those lessons as well? Should have guessed a woman like you wouldn't bother, you just want a dick don't you? My dick to be more precise." The corner of his lips turned upwards for a second as he suck his length into you. "Maybe you didn't pay attention, but you sure do know how to squeeze around a cock. Like a good slut should."

"And you… seem like much more then a nerd." You moaned as he began to pick up the pace, your legs crossing over his back but not hard, you still wanted him to thrust in and out like he did. Every stroke stimulated your pussy walls, stretching, filling, pushing them apart, making room for his throbbing cock.

Gusion didn't take well to being called a nerd. His hands slammed against the floor, by your head, making you flinch. He might look and act like a nerd, but he was a devil. Evident by those two little horns on top of his head. You pulled his collar to the side and traced your fingers across the tattoo on his neck, every number, every letter, making him shiver.

He didn't like that either. He didn't like being weaker then you.

"Now you're being clever? Sneaky." He took on the challenge of fucking your brains out seriously this time. You struggled to find a comeback as his cock repeatedly rammed against the deepest parts of your pussy, making your eyes roll back a little more every time. "There you go. Now you look like you're supposed to. A dumb, fucking cockslut. Don't bother trying to be anything else right now, I'll take care of everything. Mine."

"Yours. Gusion. Please." His horns elongated when you started milking him with your cunt. You wanted him to do it. To make you his. Mark you with his cum. You could be his toy if he wanted it. "Yours." You could only repeat his words at this point.

"Yes. All mine to fuck and fill." He was never possessive before, he never let his calm and collected persona slip away from him. "You'll be my pretty cumwhore from now on. Just need to prove to me that you're capable of it." You knew how, you needed to let him dump a whole hot load of seed into you, it was the only way to prove yourself to be good enough for him. "Take it, fucking take my cum, I know you can, you can do that much for me at least!"

It didn't matter if you could or couldn't. You simply would.

You screamed his name as your vision began to go blurry, your inner walls squelching, clamping down on his cock, draining his cock. "So hot. So much. Full. My pussy is…"

"Overflowing. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!" You may not be the smartest but you were smart enough to know that the way Gusion was looking at you as he pumped you full of cum wasn't that of an emotionless tutor. It was the look of your soon-to-be-lover. He surely knew it too, he was too smart to be oblivious to his own feelings.

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eel-sedate · 1 year

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Some things are just not meant to be.

part 1 | part 2

Malleus Draconia x gn!Yuu drabble

Your whole life, you've always stared at the world through rose coloured glasses. Malleus Draconia, the heir of Briar Valley, now infront of you with eyes full of woe. "What's wrong? What's going on?" eyes on you, whispering from everyone seeping into the cracks of your mind. "Yuu, my greatest apologies, but I must deny your offering. While you are the greatest child of man I have ever come across, I'd prefer something more serious. I do not have time for idle love, I'd rather keep it as it is." everything spinning around you, the only think you can focus on is Malleus' face and the crumpled up letter in his hand.

"We're still friends, right?" your voice came out pathetically, "Yes, nothing can ever change that. My sincerest apologies, I never saw you as a potential mate, I'm sorry for leading you on like this." your stomach hurt so bad, he could've just rejected you in private. "What's going on?" "The prefect is getting rejected?" "How stupid, they should've known that Malleus wouldn't stoop so low." their words spinning all around, you can't bare this any longer.

You're all choked up, you could feel your eyes sting. It was embarrassing. Maybe you were just delusional, thinking that just because you've experienced the overblotting of other dorm leaders, you're the main character. The fabric on your skin feeling a bit too stuffy, suddenly you feel like you're about to vomit. Tears well up in your eyes, you're frozen in place. "Child of man-" "I'm sorry Mal, I'll get going now." you croaked out before walking away.

Although you've been rejected many times in your life, this hurt even more. You shouldn't get green skin just because many others are way better potential suitors, you should still keep contact with him, you still should say goodbye and hello to him every time you bump into eachother. You shouldn't be mean to him just because he doesn't reciprocate the same feelings for him, you are a bit petty after all. You should still treat Malleus as the same you did before, but things might slightly change. Although the atmosphere between you both are now a bit tense ever since he knew you liked him, you should still try and assure him that it's fine.

Some things are just not meant to be. Understand, go home. You still have friends that love you, they still can provide the same warmth and companionship that you long for if you're lonely. Being in a relationship with someone that doesn't really reciprocate the feeling is even more lonelier than living without one. Now that you've learned your lesson, you should try and improve yourself for the better.

A/N: I've been a bit sad, listening to ARE WE STILL FRIENDS by Tyler, The Creator, Rosemary by Deftones, and All I Wanted by Paramore on repeat. I've made it my mission to make other people sad also. Also, don't you guys think It's a bit silly? I personally think dating Malleus and Leona would lead to complications, since they are royalty.

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shadow-trick · 7 months

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【Rexmet】The Forgotten Sunset（pt.1-3）

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*1 Gambling

　　"Why can't you just get it?!" Rex's almost hysterical voice fell with his fist. Tangled up with Emmet, he clearly had the upper hand, but his voice contained a hint of an almost imperceptible tremor, but that tremor was completely overshadowed by the moves he was making like a blizzard. "You mean nothing to them! They don't care about you at all! You won't be able to wait for your so-called best friends to save you even if you stay here for a hundred years!"

　　Honestly, it was more than he had expected, Rex had wanted to simply take away his past self so that Emmet wouldn't be harmed by the people he recognized as his "friends". But there's no denying that when Emmet asked him to save his "friends" from becoming the brothers he never had in the past, Rex was overwhelmed by Emmet's offer - and everything that followed was both intentional and the result of going along for the ride. After all, Armamageddon was already doomed, and he was just helping fate. Using fate to keep Emmet away from those heartless plastic friends was a perfect plan any way you look at it.

　　However, he didn't realize that Emmet, who had never experienced the pain she had suffered, didn't believe him at all, but still chose to believe in those "friends" and was determined to save them.

　　"Because I knew she would come! As soon as they get out of there!" Emmet shouted hoarsely. "Lucy will come - she'll come for me!"

　　That was it. No matter what Rex said about the pathetic ending he'd gotten, no matter how much Rex emphasized that no one would come to this drying galaxy to save him if he waited any longer, Emmet still believed it, stubborn and obstinate to the point of Rex's despair. But somewhere in his heart, Rex knew that this was proof that they were the same person. Rex could remember a time when he'd believed the same thing as Emmet, and how determined he'd been to- - It seemed so foolish now. -It seemed foolish and ridiculous now. But that kind of conviction really wasn't something he could turn around with a few words.

　　Only by seeing it with his own eyes would Emmet realize that what he was saying was the truth. Only by shattering his naïve and childish beliefs would he be able to rebuild a hardened mind that wouldn't be hurt by it all again.

　　"Fine." gritted Rex. "Emmet, do you dare make a bet with me?"

　　"You need to recognize the truth. You can't leave because I will never let you go. To put it simply, you've been kidnapped, brother. But I'll give you a chance - since you're convinced 'your friend Lucy' is going to be here," Rex said in his most conspiratorial tone as he spoke of what he once considered to be his best friend. "So, we'll wait here now until you're satisfied. If she comes, you win, and I'll let you go without ever stopping you. If she doesn't come ……"

　　"Fine!" Emmet replied before Rex could finish. An almost lopsided battle ended there, Emmet was now in a sorry state but glared at Rex unconvincingly, "Just you wait and see - Lucy she'll come, she'll bring all her friends to save me! I believe in them!"

　　He was answered with a sneer from Rex. "You'll see."

*:: 2 Cold War time

　　Of course Lucy and the others won't come. At the moment, they've already encountered "Armamageddon" and have been sealed in a storage box.

　　Lucy and the others will not be able to escape until they receive Mother's permission for their release. Of course, for Emmet, it may be a bit difficult to understand all this - after all, even when he first "saved the world" and went to the real world, he did not understand what the "real world" is. After all, even when he first "saved the world" and went to the real world, he didn't understand what the "real world" was, and he didn't even understand how he got the ability to be a Master Builder.

　　He did his best to get the boy to notice him and drop him back into the LEGO world, but he still doesn't understand what kind of gift "coming to the real world" is, and he's already seen the truth of the world. Only he, who has become a Rex, knows how long ago he had the chance to break out of the box. Only Rex, who had spent countless days and nights under the Drying Galaxy and understood the laws of the real world, could grasp this opportunity and use it to create the future he wanted.

　　Emmet, who doesn't understand all this, is sitting at the border of the Drying Galaxy, looking forward to the arrival of his friends.

　　But no matter how long he waits, there will only be one ending. After learning about the real world, Rex realizes what the key to all this really is. Since the beginning of all his tragedies came from the conflict between those two siblings, it didn't make sense to just let them make up so easily, right?

　　So, [Rex destroyed Watevra Wa'Nabi himself while working with Emmet to stop the wedding] - and it was complete, unrecoverable destruction.

　　His Master Destruction Fist was enough to turn her into the same parts she was before he created her in the first place, mixed in with the debris of the temple ruins so that she could never be put back together and restored. His creation became his disaster, and ultimately destroyed at his hands, just as the one who freed the devil with his own hands sealed it back into the bottle again.

　　Of course, Rex understands that Armageddon will not last until the end of the world, that Lucy, and the others, will be released, and that a mother cannot stop her children from playing with their toys forever. But if only for a little while, Rex is confident that he can win his bet with Emmet before then, and take him far away with him. From then on, imagination became reality, the sky and the sea were wide enough for them to travel, they could travel through the vast universe, they could travel through time and space, and they could go wherever they wanted to go.

　　Rex hadn't realized yet that he had underestimated Emmet's faith and patience.

　　After the bet was made, they set up camp at the edge of the Drying Galaxy where the bottom planets meet cosmic space, and Emmet and Rex battled it out, with Emmet looking in the direction they came from, and Rex keeping an eye on Emmet to keep him from escaping-which Emmet had already tried to do, in fact. Only Rex didn't let him succeed, while packing up his tent and supplies for the night.

　　He was ready to stay here for days on end. He was confident that within a few days, he would be able to make Emmet realize the truth and give up his obsession with his so-called friend and leave from here with him.Rex had even made a plan on which world they should jump to and what kind of adventure they should embark on once they left from this world. He already had a few alternate destinations in mind, just waiting for Emmet's nod so they could set sail.

　　"Really don't want to stay in this place though." Every second here made Rex feel uncomfortable. Unlike Emmet, who had literally been trapped here for countless hours, he had been crushed here, and even though he had been reborn as "Rex", this place still caused him immense hatred and pain. But every time he saw Emmet's back, sitting on the edge of the drying galaxy between the bottom of the galaxy and the universe, Rex gritted his teeth and endured. He remembered why he was here, what he wanted to achieve, and with his ultimate goal just this much time away from him, there was no way he was going to give up, no matter what. It was equally impossible for him to leave Emmet alone beyond the Drying Galaxy, because he remembered how painful it was to be alone in this place, so it was impossible for him to leave Emmet alone here.

　　Time passed, and Rex set up his tent, packed up his other things, and paced back and forth under the Drying Galaxy a few more times, but couldn't find anything else to do or divide his attention elsewhere. That pervasive feeling of emptiness and torment seeped into him from memory the longer he stayed here, and Rex couldn't stand it any longer, so he just went to the edge as well, put some distance between him and Emmet, sat down and started to wait. "They can't be out that fast." After some time, Rex finally couldn't resist taking the initiative to break the cold war stalemate. "You're just wasting time waiting here."

　　"Knowing that they will come, so my waiting is also full of hope." Emmet was still laughing at the moment. "Rex, they'll come for me, they must be thinking the same thing I am, just like I'm trying to save them now. You're finding it hard to wait too, so please, can you let me go so I can go save them?"

　　"Don't you even think about it, no way." Rex refused coldly. "Don't you dare cry when you can't wait for them."

　　"That won't happen." Emmet was equally adamant, as if he'd already seen Lucy flooding into this place with everyone from the borders of the Drying Galaxy, taking his hand and laughing as she led him away.

　　"Whatever." Talking about the subject only made him angrier and angrier, and Rex closed his eyes, dismissing the idea of continuing to talk Emmet down today. However, he didn't expect to see a marvelous sight beyond his imagination when he opened his eyes again.

　　The first thing that came into his eyes was a reddish, almost violet light, bright with a slight hint of obscurity and softness that belonged to twilight. The endless sky and the evening sun from far and near, are dyed by that light into different shades of cee color, forming a gradient color sky from bright red to pinkish purple, and then to blue purple.

　　"Is this …… sunset?" Rex rubbed his eyes and looked ahead again to confirm what he was seeing. As it turned out, the landscape in front of them was no longer everything they had seen from the ground-level perspective of the real world, but had become a magnificent, magnificent sunset.

　　Their world was made up of a combination of "reality" and "imagination", as long as there was a certain background of reality, coupled with a strong enough heart and imagination, it would be enough to create such a landscape. Emmet did not seem to notice that something was wrong, but was just facing the bloodstained sun, waiting quietly as if she wanted to see through it.

　　It was the time when the sun was setting, and some of the sunset glow fell into this room from the window, and Emmet let it grow into this sunset landscape in his imagination. The rays of the setting sun fell into this gap from the other side of the sky, and the ruddy glow, like a flame, carried a faint warmth as it fell, but somehow carried a faint sense of loneliness.

　　"Huh?" came a sudden questioning snort from Emmet. Right beside him, Rex suddenly came over and sat down without a word. "What are you doing?"

　　"Don't you think the view is extraordinarily good from this angle?" Rex said casually.Emmet had grown up a bit after this period of time, and could see that Rex's words were merely pulled to perfume him, but he was still in a state of semi-cold war, and did not continue to make conversation after all, but just looked away in the direction of what was once Castle Doom, and was now a wasteland. I don't know if it was Rex's illusion, but as twilight drenched the sky, the light of anticipation in Emmet's eyes seemed to fade a little. Is the light fading because night is coming, Rex thought uncertainly.

　　As night fell, Rex built a campfire and roasted some sausages, corn, and marshmallows, half coercing and half cajoling Emmet, who had tried to refuse even the food he had brought.

　　"I don't want to see you starve to death first before the outcome of the bet is known." With that said, Rex forcefully passed the sizzling sausage towards Emmet's mouth, who in the end ate the food Rex gave him. Seeing this scene Rex's mouth corners of that classic villain general impish smile are a little softer.

　　At night, under the Drying Galaxy even the stars in the sky could not be seen, the night seemed particularly eerie.Rex pointed to the tent: "Are you really not going to go to bed?"

　　"No, I'm going to wait here." The firelight reflected Emmet's back, while most of his body was dried in the shadows, as if he had been surrounded by dust, burying even himself in it.

　　"Aw……!" Emmet suddenly felt something soft hit him. He rubbed his head and picked up what had just hit him to see that it was a blanket.

　　"The night temperatures will freeze you to ice." Rex had another blanket wrapped around him and sat directly next to him. "What, you think I'm going to give you a chance to escape?"

　　Looking at Rex, who seemed to have completely taken over the role of 'kidnapper', Emmet felt a hint of amusement despite his resentment, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. He wrapped the blanket around him, and within moments the warmth returned to his already chilled body, causing him to let out a long breath.

　　"Thank you, Rex," Emmet spoke suddenly. "Uh……," Rex rolled his eyes a little incredulously in Emmet's direction and flickered off again in the opposite direction with desire, and then he suddenly glared back hard as if in reaction, clenching his teeth with a note of hatred: "Don't thank me, you're my prisoner now, I'm just doing what needs to be done! Like you, you're bound to have Stockholm Syndrome!"

　　Emmet ducked his body in the opposite direction at the sudden aggression of Rex, who, seeing that the intimidation was working, sat upright again under the blanket with his arms folded and looked away. After a few moments, Rex suddenly hears a low-pitched question, "Why are you doing this?"

　　Rex was startled. He turned his head, and from the light of the fire reflected behind himself, he saw Emmet looking at him.Emmet looked uncomprehending, and a little sad, "Actually, I still don't understand why you're doing this to me, and everyone else?"

　　"Since we met, Rex, you've always been good to me, and I've really had fun when we've had adventures together - I know I've never been mature enough, or tough enough, and I've always let my friends down. But you've never made me feel lost, never made me feel like I can't do anything right."

　　"But why did you have to trigger Armageddon? You know it would obviously make me, and everyone else, very sad. But then you take care of me when I'm feeling like you're a bad person - even though that's not what you're saying, what you're doing is being as nice to me as you were in the beginning."

　　"I …… don't understand. I'm confused, Rex," Emmet's gaze was clear and helpless, like a meek lamb lost in the wilderness. "All I know is that you are me, too. But if you are me, why are you doing this to me?"

　　"Why be nice to me and then push me away? Why hurt my important friends? Why do you want to comfort me and take me away after destroying the world and doing things that hurt my friends and broke me too?"

　　"I ……" Rex opened his mouth, suddenly speechless. How was he supposed to go about explaining this? Was it to say that he'd actually been trying to be nice to Emmet, trying to save his past self, so he'd done things that included hurting Emmet's friends and ejecting Emmet into this shithole of a hellhole and forcibly detaining him here? Or did it start with the abandonment, betrayal, and forgetfulness that he had actually told Emmet about, so he took the liberty of making choices for Emmet's sake? That he saw through the reality of the world, that all of them are just toys of the so-called "gods", that destruction and reconstruction are only at their whim, and that the world they live in is just a "matrix" that exists in the gap between the real world and the imaginary world, and that he wanted Emmet to be a part of it? "So he wants Emmet to be truly free?

Time travel is complicated beyond belief, and the world they live in is doubly so, and Rex has no compunction about destroying Watevra Wa'Nabi, triggering Armamageddon, and reducing everyone to the level of a storage box precisely because he knows it's all just a bunch of plastic toys. Those people have no real hearts. Those people had no real hearts, but in the hands of another, they would be brainwashed into doing things that were so out of character that in the hands of that little girl monster, superheroes and supervillains could even call themselves brothers and sisters! Because he knew this, he didn't hate those who had been his friends much, but rather became to not care at all. Perhaps one other person he cares about more or less is Lucy, but his feelings for her are completely different than they used to be, and are only left with a grudge because of her withholding, betrayal, and abandonment as a result. If he had to say that making that world what it is now is "revenge", he would agree, after all, in that world he got nothing but deception, ridicule and disregard. Except for Emmet, there is no one he cares about in this world, and Rex only came to this time and space for Emmet, who is his only obsession, his hope and future, and the meaning of his life.

　　But all this he has no way to explain to Emmet, explained Emmet most likely will not understand, just as he passionate speech his rebirth road, the result of Emmet only understand the first sentence.

　　So he had no answer for all this. At Emmet's gaze, Rex could only furrow his brows and say viciously, "Because I did it because I wanted to, is there a problem?"

　　Emmet withdrew his gaze in defeat.Rex turned away with a betrayed look, but the question Emmet had asked lingered in his mind for a long time.

　　And was he really doing the right thing?Before Rex's eyes, once again, Emmet's sad look appeared. This is like a pot of cold water, poured on Rex's heart. At this moment, his heart felt as if he couldn't step on the ground and couldn't make any strength, but he didn't understand - he and Emmet were obviously the same person, obviously, he realized his own wish was to realize Emmet's wish. Originally Rex was so unwavering in his belief, he believed that when Emmet saw himself abandoned and forgotten by Lucy as well as the others Emmet would understand and support him …… But suddenly he didn't seem so sure anymore. Though Rex himself didn't understand it, a fear and panic spread gradually upward from his stomach like a blanket couldn't keep out the chill of this night, as if it were trying to freeze his heart a little.

　　"Hoo ……" Just then, Rex suddenly heard a small snoring sound. It turned out that Emmet had fallen asleep at some point during the wait. He fell asleep, body a crooked, will fall to the side.Rex hurriedly reached out a pull, finally did not let Emmet directly head to the ground. As a result, Emmet's body swayed in his sleep, and he leaned directly onto Rex's shoulder, not only that, but the blanket he was draped on also slowly slid down and fell to the side.

　　"Ugh." Rex sighed. Looking at Emmet, who was asleep at the moment, he really didn't want to toss and turn too much. He could carry Emmet into the tent to rest, but they were still in the middle of a semi-cold war, if he woke him up, it would be too embarrassing.Rex wanted to pull the blanket up for Emmet and let him fall asleep like this, but unfortunately Emmet's blanket had already slipped out of Rex's reach, and if he tried to hold onto it, he would probably wake Emmet up. In the end, he was worried that Emmet would get sick from the cold if he fell asleep like this, so in the end, Rex could only pull his own blanket to wrap around both of their bodies, and kept the position of Emmet leaning against him as he continued to keep watch.

　　After Emmet fell asleep, there was no other sound around them. All was silent, the only sound left in the long dark night was the occasional crackle of a campfire burning.For a moment Rex felt as if he had been transported back to the time when the ship had crashed and he had been thrown here. Though that event had happened a long time ago for him, it was easy to get swept back into that vortex of gray memories whenever he dreamed, or was left alone. This time though, even after staying in this nightmarish place, Rex didn't have that sad, almost breathless feeling. The cold winds that once traveled through the bottom of the Drying Galaxy seemed to have all but disappeared …… or rather at this moment he could no longer feel them, and at this moment Rex could only feel the warmth coming from the person leaning against him beside him.Rex turned his head slightly sideways and realized that at this moment Emmet's sleeping face was very serene, like a bird's nest in a tree on a stormy night, curled up on the warm belly feathers of the mother bird. Like a nestling curled up under the warm belly feathers of a mother bird on a stormy night in a tree.

　　Suddenly, Rex's heart softened. He would let Emmet have everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever wished for, but had never been granted, and now he would fulfill all of Emmet's wishes. Only if Emmet had everything he once didn't have could he soothe his soul.

　　Being leaned against by Emmet was like having a warm baby snuggled up next to him, dispelling the chill that hovered in the back of his mind. Just feeling Emmet's presence already made Rex feel like he had been rescued from the place he had once been trapped in.

　　At some point, Rex fell asleep without realizing it, surrounded by this warmth.

*3 Sage's Farewell

　　It was Emmet who was the first to awaken early the next morning.

　　"Wow." he had been mildly surprised, or rather startled, upon realizing that he and Rex were sleeping leaning against each other, causing him to scurry to the side, which caused the blankets on them to slide down.

　　It was then that Emmet noticed that the blanket he had been draped in last night had slipped to the floor, and that it was Rex's blanket that had been warming him last night.

　　That Rex would share a blanket with him and fall asleep leaning against him? Leaving no time for Emmet to be surprised, Rex quickly woke up with a yawn, "Heh ah …… you woke up so early to see the sunrise?"

　　"Sunrise?" The sky was just fish-belly white when Emmet woke up, but in a matter of moments, it was already bright. "There's no such thing as a sunrise here."

　　"No sunrise?" Though a little puzzled, Rex didn't pursue the question. "Whatever - is there anything you want to eat in the morning?"

　　Emmet, who had been worrying about his friends since he woke up and started thinking about ways to get out again, didn't really have an appetite or mood. Still, Rex strong-armed him with a cup of coffee with sugar and milk, fried eggs, and a sizzling muffin toasted to perfection, while he sat back calmly with his black coffee. "I'm still watching you, so don't think about running."

　　"But for Lucy's sake, and everyone's …… I can't stick to my agreement with Rex." Being a good and honest boy, seeing that there was really no possibility of getting Rex to release himself, Emmet finally made a difficult decision. He secretly thought that he had to find a chance to just escape and rescue his companion who was trapped in the organizer. But it turned out that no matter what Emmet came up with, Rex was able to anticipate his prediction, and even when Emmet ran out he was able to be captured and returned with a group of raptor crew members. "I told you, I won't let you get away."

　　Soon the next day the sun set, Emmet is still sitting in the same position as yesterday's sunset, looking away from the sunset, looking melancholy, Rex was a little annoyed by Emmet's cleverness, but still conscientiously as a good "nanny". Days like this continued day after day. In the next period of time, the battle of wits between Emmet and Rex has been continuing, each time to Emmet by Rex to catch and return to the case and end, every day, Emmet will sit at the bottom of the drying galaxy and the junction of the vast universe, and Rex and look at the red bright like blood sunset. Until the end, exhausted all the escape methods Emmet completely gave up struggling, can only sit in the same place all day long staring blankly at the organizer, as well as the direction of the former Fortress of Doom.

　　At first, Rex thought that Emmet did not run away, he can greatly save his mind, and for this reason, he also breathed a sigh of relief - he was also almost out of tricks by Emmet, if not for the hands of a team of velociraptor crew members and the power of science and technology, he really can't suppress Emmet, but he did not last long, after a day, Rex felt that Emmet was not a good person. After only one day, Rex felt that Emmet might as well be a bit more boisterous ……

　　Because now Emmet is too silent, so silent that Rex panic. Emmet as if already know the result, waiting for the final judgment to come, sitting in the old place, looking into the distance. As the sun sets again and again, the light of hope that was once bright in his eyes dims; he no longer confronts Rex, but also reduces his communication with him.

　　This very abnormal Emmet makes Rex feel uneasy. He was worried that Emmet was sick, and secretly used the machine scanning method to test Emmet's physical condition, but the machine gave the feedback that Emmet was healthy and everything was normal. Later, Rex guessed that Emmet was thinking about those "friends", so he sat down next to Emmet, accompanied by Emmet to talk about jokes, the movies he had seen, what he had seen and heard in the time-traveling …… He tried his best to replace those friends in Emmet's mind. He tried his best to replace the friends in Emmet's heart, but the result was very little.Emmet's look has always been with a sadness that once would never appear on his face, but correspondingly, it seems that he is also rapidly becoming more mature.

　　If it were Rex in the past, he would have been very impressed by this change in Emmet. But as the time accompanying Emmet grows longer and longer, Rex does not feel much relief for Emmet such changes, but instead feels a …… very subtle sadness. Is it infected by Emmet's mood?Rex felt that because it was Emmet's mood was too low, so it made him himself not happy; after all, they are the same person, maybe there will be such a situation is also normal, so he did not think deeper.

　　However, as the number of sunsets they had seen increased, Rex's thoughts changed a little, Emmet's figure looked too lonely as he sat in the afterglow of the sun's bloodstained rays, even if Rex would accompany Emmet every time he looked at the setting sun, even if Rex could break the silence and talk incessantly about any topic, the forlorn aura of Emmet's body wouldn't dissipate and as the number of sunsets they had seen increased, Emmet's mood wouldn't change, and as the number of sunsets they had seen increased, he didn't think about it too deeply, so he didn't. number of sunsets they'd watched, it became thicker and thicker.

　　Looking at Emmet like that, Rex convinced himself that this was the growing pains that had to be experienced on the road to maturity, and that when he passed through this stage, Emmet would no longer have to be afraid to endure the loneliness and the anger of betrayal in order to become strong enough, as Rex himself had. Yet there was a voice in the back of his mind that kept questioning: really? Are you sure?

　　But that voice is so small that Rex, though a small doubt exists, quickly puts it behind him. He absolutely believed in the path he chose, only in this way could he prevent the tragedy that happened to him from being repeated on Emmet, he was the future Emmet, and only he could give Emmet everything he wanted, he could make Emmet happy.

　　Day by day, Emmet still insisted on waiting in that place, but Rex felt that his patience was running out. More than once he had wanted to ask Emmet if he had waited long enough, but he had held back each time and just sulked and stayed by Emmet's side. He had sensed the source of his own unease behind this anger - though he insisted that there was absolutely no way Lucy and the others would come to Emmet's rescue, but what if? What if they did come, as he had once expected when he was trapped as Emmet? By the end of the day, Rex couldn't tell if he wanted to see "Lucy and the others won't come" or "they will come". Emmet has shown his obsession with waiting for the end, and Rex has been tortured repeatedly in the process, making him anticipate the final result and at the same time feel intense anxiety.

　　And the moment when the final outcome is revealed finally arrives sometime during sunset.

　　As Rex suspects, Armamageddon will be over when the real-life siblings make up - or are able to superficially get along and stop fighting over toys. The Lego ban was lifted and the two siblings got their beloved toys back out again.Lucy and the gang were released.

　　At that moment Rex felt his body freeze. Anxious for a result, the present Rex, and the Emmet within him, who had been trapped for so long at the bottom of the Drying Galaxy, seemed to merge at that moment, and together with the Emmet who had been "kidnapped" by Rex in the present timeline, looked expectantly toward the Castle of Doom, which seemed to be so far away that it had merged with the waning rays of the setting sun! --Or rather, it used to be the city, Fort Doom, but now it's not sure what it is, but it's the place where Lucy and all the other people that Emmet loves are located.

　　But no matter how much Emmet waited, no matter how much he tried to run to the place, no matter how much he tried to call for help (Rex hesitated, but in the end didn't stop Emmet from sending the signal), the place didn't respond, and Lucy and the others really weren't looking for Emmet.

　　Rex thought to himself, "That's it!". In the bottom of his heart, the Emmet who had been waiting for a long time under the Drying Galaxy was also looking forward to a different result this time. Unlike in the past, when he set out on his journey through the universe alone, this time Lucy and the others knew that Emmet had been taken by Rex. Lucy, the "friends", and the superheroes will not do anything?

　　The answer was now clear.Rex sighed and turned to Emmet just about to say something when he saw a tearful Emmet.

　　"Ah …… hey, don't cry ah …… "At this time Rex can't have much heart to mention anything about winning or losing a bet, he hurriedly picked up a towel and wiped Emmet's face off the Tears. "I told you, none of them deserve your trust, they don't deserve your love!"

　　The words did little to comfort. Rex was a little overwhelmed at the prospect of facing Emmet, who was crying out in pain, and finally he threw away the towel and wrapped Emmet in a hug, "It's okay, I'm here."

　　"I am you. I will never betray, never leave you, never forsake you. I will always be there for you." Rex stroked Emmet's hair, letting the particles of blue tears that continued to erupt from beside Emmet's cheeks pile up around them and roll down towards the side.

　　Everything on that day seemed to have melted into the cinnabar-colored slanting sun, and what remained in Rex and Emmet's memories at last was that from the lofty sky to the distant earth, all of them were dyed by the setting sun into a brilliant, bright red color with a slight hint of dark violet, as if their pasts had been melted by the red flames of the setting sun, and a blood-colored bond had been recast between the two of them. The whole world that was dyed with the color of Xi seemed to be the world itself's last and grandest farewell to Emmet.

　　After that Rex took Emmet by the hand and led him step by step to the Rexcelsior and threw Emmet a big welcome party with the raptor crew, Rex took Emmet by the shoulders and with his other hand raised an energy drink and made a loud toast, he told Emmet that they were going to set sail into the infinite universe of space and time, into a whole new world of futures and adventures, and that they would be the most loyal of friends. They would be the most loyal of friends, the best of brothers, family forever. emmet smiled a little forcedly, but never mentioned Lucy or his former friends again.

　　When the ship was about to jump out of the two different galaxies of the universe, the place that used to make up their whole world, and in reality was a small "home" for their parents and two children, Rex subconsciously looked at Emmet.

　　He saw the melancholy in Emmet's eyes that could not be dissolved, as well as the pain that he tried to hide. It was as if the grand sunset had been forever engraved in the bottom of Emmet's eyes, and as they went into the distance, the warm colors belonging to the sunset gradually dispersed, leaving behind only bleakness and sadness.

　　Seeing this scene, somewhere inside Rex also became empty.

　　What he did, was it really right? That voice resounded softly in the bottom of his heart again, as if an echo suddenly came from the infinite universe.

　　At this moment, Rex really couldn't answer himself.

TBC.

#the lego movie 2 #rex dangervest #emmet brickowski #rexmet #top!emmet #bottom!rex #vestcest #remmex #the lego movie #tlm

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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I am so sorry for the crap that's been happening to you. You don't deserve it. No one deserves it. But you particularly have never been anything but nice and welcoming and supportive to everyone. Literally everyone, even those who don't deserve it.

The sort of tremendous jealousy that people who send hate anons live with must be unbearable. Imagine spending that much time and energy trying to drag others down instead of simply focusing on your own stuff.

There are far more people here who support you and love you. Ignore the haters. It speaks volumes about their character, and zero about yours that they would engage in this type of harassment and bullying.

They just want the attention. They're desperate for a fraction of the attention that you get just from being a good writer and a decent human. And instead of trying to be those things themselves, they think that targeting you will somehow bring them the attention that they so desperately crave. It's sad really. What they really need is some mental health help. It ain't normal to act like that.

Keep your head up. Same to anyone else out there who's dealing with this. Because it's not you, it's them. People who send hate anonymously are cowards, bullies and unspeakably pathetic.

Hey Nonny,

Before I begin, I want to thank you. While 99% of asks are positive or fun, after a week of getting hate, I begin to dread notifications. So, when I saw this, it really touched me more than you know. That you took the time and energy to write this... I swear, I can't thank you enough.

Still, I almost didn't post this. Why? Because I know how some factions of our fandom work. I could already see the haters saying: "Oh, that's self-sent!" or "Did you see what she posted? She's such a conceited/narcissistic bitch." And trust me... those comments will happen. It becomes easy to second guess everything you say or do here, and, at the end of the day, it's fruitless. Because you never know what will trigger nasty, unstable people. I mean, the most vicious hate I ever got stemmed from apologizing for being behind on asks. (Because that makes sense.) I'm here to have fun. If I want to live in a tinderbox, I'll start accepting more invitations to family reunions (that's not happening! lol).

I appreciate your kind words more than you know, but like many people (especially women), they're not easy to hear. Isn't it awful that we take the bad things people say about us to heart more than the good things? That's why anon hate hurts... but we need to take that power back. Like you said, normal people don't go around trying to hurt others like this. It's pathological. Here's a quote I want everyone to memorize:

"Don't accept criticism from someone you wouldn't go to for advice."

I forget this myself at times... but it's true, and we all need to abide by it. People who send anonymous hate are vile cowards. And would any of us willingly seek advice from someone like that? I wouldn't unless it is to do the opposite. So, in that way, hate anons become fanmail. A terrible person doesn't like me? Well, that's good; I wouldn't want them to. Mission accomplished.

I want us all to remember we're here for fun. I will never understand where all this jealousy and hatred comes from. It's so unnecessary.

I want to thank you again. I wish I could give you a big hug. 💗 And I want to send a big hug out to others who are dealing with this crap because no one deserves it. 💗💗💗

And remember, it's like 1% of the fandom that creates 99% of the problems. The majority of people here are really good, kind people, like this anon. Thank you again! 💗

#thanks nonny #keep this #💗💗💗#asks answered

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He wouldn't have a point, though. Stede has always wanted all of Ed. Ed is the one who didn't want all of Stede.

He doesn't want Stede's trauma (cuts him off when he goes to bring it up, twice). He falls in love with who he thinks Stede is, but never gives him space to be less than this idealized version in Ed's head.

AND ED WAS IN THE WRONG WITH CALICO JACK. He NEVER ONCE took JACK aside and said, "Hey, I think you should be nicer to Stede--and it is STEDE by the way." Stede was RIGHT to say he didn't like who Ed was around Calico Jack because Ed was AWFUL around him. He let Jack mock his friends, he let Jack hurt his friends for fun, he let Jack misname and misgender Stede and never once seriously reprimanded JACK for any of it. In fact, the only time he tries to curb Jack's behavior is when he's worried that Jack is going to make Stede mad at him.

And everybody just excuses the behavior! No one fucking talks about it except to say, "Well it doesn't really bother Stede he's used to it" but it DOES bother him. You can see it on his face.

I know Taika's the hot one so the fandom automatically sides with him, but this is pathetic. It's ridiculous. God, I am so fucking sick of this fucking fandom painting Stede as this awful fucking person who deliberately hurt Ed.

(for context, this ask is in response to my poem-type thing)

So, first of all, 100% agree that Ed was a total dick to Stede and the crew when it came to Calico Jack. And I reblogged meta yesterday, I think, that talks about how Stede is impacted by things like Jack's comments. Ed has soooo much room for growth with unlearning the abusive pirate culture he's lived in for decades, with learning to be more compassionate/understanding, and with standing up for what he wants and the people he cares about. That's why the culture Stede has cultivated on the Revenge could be so healing to him if he engaged with it more, and we saw him starting to try in the finale.

Second, bold of you to assume I don't find Stede equally hot. That loose romantic curl, his unhinged expressions while watching the aristocrats fight, any time he's confident, serious, or menacing?? 👀👀👀 I am looking respectfully

Third, we must be seeing different meta because most of what I see is very thoughtful analysis on why Stede left because obviously he wasn't thinking "actually fuck that guy I'm going home" or anything. He had yet another traumatic experience, he'd been thinking extra hard about what his actions had done to his family, and he thought he'd fucked up Ed's life because he somehow?? forgot that Ed sounded ready to retire literally the first day they met??? like two weeks ago max lol The fact is that even though he's a kind person, he still did something that deeply hurt Ed by fucking off without saying a word.

Fourth, I'm not sure I'd say that Stede wants all of Ed and doesn't also idealize Ed to a degree. He doesn't want the part that's careless and bullying like Calico Jack (extremely valid but def could have communicated that better). And, again, he has a hard time really seeing the part of Ed that's chill with domesticity. And like you said, Ed has fallen in love with an incomplete understanding of Stede, but I'm not sure he realizes that, which I'll talk about more below. I think ultimately Ed has fallen in love with Stede's quirky enthusiasm and kindness, which are very much real and prominent aspects of Stede. They do see and appreciate each other in ways no one else does, but their relationship is still immature.

Fifth, I couldn't figure out a way to elaborate while keeping the format I wanted, but what I mean by Ed having a point is that Stede can't just bust in saying he wants Ed as if his actions didn't seem to hardcore contradict that. Saying "just you" would be massive oversimplification in a way that would be dismissive of his impact on Ed and the rejection that Ed felt. Even if Stede genuinely wants all of Ed (and note I called him honest when saying "just you"), that's sure not the message that Ed's received so far based on Stede's actions (as I said in another post).

Sixth, I don't think Stede's a bad person at all. I think he's incredibly kind, flawed, and very traumatized. I think Ed is a very complex and flawed person because of how emotional and traumatized he is. They've both got a lot of growing to do and I really, really hope we get two more seasons so we can see it.

Seventh, I know Ed was more rhetorical during his "being Blackbeard sucks" speech so didn't give Stede a chance to share, but what's the other cutting off Stede's attempt to share? And, honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if it just hasn't occurred to Ed that Stede may have legit trauma due to seeing Stede's class privilege and assuming, like many do, that that means life was easy and kind to them. Remember that Ed didn't even know what passive aggression is, so the kind of violence and abuse that Stede has faced probably doesn't even occur to Ed as being violence. In fact, it's regarded as fun in a hazing frat boys kind of way in pirating culture, which, again, Ed could do well to heal from rather than partake in.

Eighth and final point, this is just a show. Not everyone is as calm and thick-skinned as I am, so I'd recommend taking time to calm yourself/vent to others so you're not sending such heated comments to folks. I know the show and characters are important to us, but it's all fictional and not worth possibly hurting fellow real life people over.

Cheers, m'dear 💖

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd meta #character analysis #meta #indrid talks #indrid answers #long post

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Devastated || 6. Honestly

Paring: (Christopher "Sully" Sullivan x Original Female Character Mance!)

Word Count: 1915

Warnings: slight language

Last: Curveball | Next: Suspicion

Going back to the Candlewick, they run into Abby's dad and confront him about the whole thing, and he says it was just a copycat killer.

"I don't believe you killed him because if you did, I wouldn't get letters from him." Jennifer walks inside.

"Where were you?" Sully jumps up seeing Jennifer.

"Uncle Marty is dead, and I'm sure Wakefield is still alive." She says, walking to her room so he follows her.

"Uncle Marty is dead?" He enters her room.

"Yes, cut in half, sprung up into a tree. A Wakefield classic. Abby's dad has been tracking him, but he said it's a copycat. I don't believe that because the letters are from Wakefield. The handwriting is the same. So my real dad is a murderer." She sits down on her bed.

"What?"

"You heard me. My real father is John fucking Wakefield. And he's still probably alive." She grabs her hair.

"We'll be able to go home soon, and it will be all over. We don't know 100% if he's still alive. It could be a copycat that did some digging on him and found out about you." Sully sits next to her wrapping an arm around her.

"Home? This is my home Sully." She looks at him.

"Not anymore. Back in the city is your new home. Where all of us are."

"You want to say where you are so badly, don't you?" She tries to lighten the mood.

"Yes, but I'm not trying to be like that right now. There's more serious stuff going on right now. I know when to grow up some." He tells her.

"I still can't believe he's my father." She closes her eyes.

"You're father doesn't determine what type of person you are. You aren't anything like him. You aren't a killer."

"What is everyone going to say when they find out?" She looks at him.

"How would they find out? JD, Henry, Abby, and I won't say anything to them. They don't need to know that you know who your real father is. And if they did find out, it shouldn't change how they see you because they know who you are." He tries to get her to understand him.

"Sully, thank you." Jennifer looks at his lips, and they both slowly lean in but are interrupted by knocking on her door.

"Just great." Sully got up to answer it, and it was Abby, "I'll leave you two." He leaves them alone.

"Tonight, Henry and I are going to dig up Wakefield. We wanted to know if you wanted to join us. Make sure if he's lying or telling the truth." Abby lets her know.

"It would be bones... It could easily be someone else. I don't trust anything at the moment. I don't really want to go. I just want to stay right here."

The next day everyone was packed, and the sheriff was checking everyone's rooms to see if they could find anything.

"Jimmy." Jennifer sees her brother.

"Wanted to check in on you and Abby. I heard about Trish's dad." He hugs her.

"We're supposed to be able to leave when the boat gets here. Honestly, I don't want to leave you, but at the moment, I just really want to get off this island. Jimmy." She pulls him aside, "Wakefield is my real dad, and he's possibly not dead. The handwriting in the letters I got is the same as John Wakefield's. It makes sense. Mom was determined to get me off the island, saying he'll take me from her." Jennifer tears up, so Jimmy hugs her.

"You're still my sister, and I just want you to be safe." He kisses the top of her head before going to find Abby.

"Jen, have you seen Muffin?" Danny walks past her.

"Not since the bachelor party. How do you lose a blow-up doll?" She follows him.

"That's what I'm thinking. The last person I remember having her was Sully when he left with you."

"Yeah, but I don't know where she went after he threw her into the pool.

"Find her?" Sully joins them.

"Nope, and Jen hasn't seen her either." Danny tells him.

"Could Malcolm maybe have it?" Jennifer suggests.

"It? Excuse me, Muffin is a girl." Sully points his finger at her.

"Muffin is a blow-up doll for pathetic losers to have conversations to while drinking alone, wondering why girls find a certain Englishman to be attractive." She plays around with him.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." She kisses his cheek. "Now, Danny boy, should we go check on Malcolm?"

"Right this way." They link arms walking ahead of Sully.

As they get to Malcolm's room, when Sully was about to knock, Malcolm opens the door looking scared. "Hey, guys. What's... what's going on?"

"You think we don't know?" Danny enters the room.

"Yeah. We saw you slip away when you heard the sheriff was searching rooms." Sully adds.

"Just give Sully Muffin so he can stop worrying about his woman." Jennifer laughs.

"She's my blow-up doll, and I can't find her anywhere." Sully tells him so Malcolm laughs.

"I don't have Muffin, man. Can we go now?"

"Malcolm, are you hiding her in the bag? Just give the man his blow-up doll." Jennifer tells him.

"I told you, I don't have her."

"Okay, show me." Sully tells him.

"If she's not in the bag, what is it that you don't want us to see?" Jennifer asks, so Sully takes the bag from him while Danny holds him back.

Jennifer watches Sully open the bag to see the money he told her about they found, "You didn't mention some was stained." Jennifer looks at him, backing away.

"What?" Danny goes over to look inside the bag too, "You've had this the whole time?"

"Guys, I can... I can explain." Malcolm puts his hands up.

"Where's Booth, Malcolm? Sully told me he was the one who got the short stick and had to hide it. So how do you have this, and he's not here?" Jennifer walks towards him. "I don't think you're capable of killing him, so you need to tell us what happened."

"I followed Booth out there... I accidentally startled, and he pulled the gun from the bag. As he lowered the gun, it went off. I thought I was shot, but he shot himself in the thigh. I tried everything. I swear. Booth just bled out. It happened so fast. I'm so sorry. I should have told you guys." He explains to them.

"You left him in the woods?" Sully asks.

"I was afraid that if I told you guys, you'd never believe me."

"Why wouldn't they believe you. Malcolm? They're your friends." Jennifer tells him.

"It was the money. If you thought Booth ran off with it, then I could keep it. I know it sounds bad, but I was desperate, and that cash..." Malcolm was cut off by Danny punching him across the face.

"You let Booth die in the woods for money, man. You killed him for money."

"I did not kill him! Don't say that! Oh, my god, I'm so sorry." Malcolm cries.

"You think sorry is going to bring him back?!" Danny goes at him, so Sully pulls him back.

"Danny, you have every right to be mad and upset, but Malcolm didn't kill Booth. If he bled out, that means his wound was to his femoral artery. There was nothing that Malcolm could do to save him." Jennifer looks at him and then turns to Malcolm, "But Malcolm, you did leave him out there. You left your friend, and you wanted to make him seem like a bad guy running off with the money."

"When you come downstairs, we're going to the sheriff and tell him everything. And then we're gonna get Booth." Danny leaves the room.

"We're not leaving him here." Sully tells him before leaving too.

"I know you didn't want them to think you killed him for money, but you should have told them. Malcolm, you didn't kill him, and I want you to know that. Really, there was nothing you could have done to help him. It was an artery." Jennifer sighs, patting his shoulder before leaving the room too.

"I can't believe Booth is dead." Sully sighs, leaning against the wall out in the hall.

"I'm sorry. He didn't deserve to die here." Jennifer walks over to him.

"I can't believe Malcolm didn't tell us. He left him out there."

"I'm sure Malcolm didn't just leave him out in the open. He most likely gave him a shallow grave because he isn't a monster. He loved Booth; he was his friend." Jennifer wraps her arms around his waist to hug him.

"Still, Booth doesn't deserve this." Sully rests his chin on top of her head.

Later in the day, they catch JD because they believe he was the killer, but Jennifer doesn't believe that because she knows him.

"Hey, guys. Guys. We need help finding Madison." Henry goes to the group as they were ready to leave.

"What? She's missing?" Jennifer asks, worried as everyone stays silent, not exactly wanting to help.

"Of course, yeah." Cal finally speaks up, "Come on." He puts his hand out for Chloe so she sighs.

"I'm gonna check upstairs." Jennifer takes off, so Danny, Beth, and Sully follow her.

When they get to Malcom's room, they see his bag was still on the bed. They then go to the kitchen to look for her, and Sully was complaining about missing the boat because of Madison.

"Are you serious? Madison is missing at the moment, and you're worried about missing the boat?" Jennifer huffs, leaving the group.

When Abby, Henry, and Katherine return to the Inn, they gather everyone at the Inn's bar and discuss everything that has happened. Sully ends up questioning why they need to stay in danger to save Madison, so Trish slaps him. Chloe ends up making a list of everyone that has gone missing and relates the murders back to the 2001 murders.

The power ends up going out, so the guys get Maggie to get them the shotguns. Maggie announces that the fuses to the Inn are fine, and Sully suggests that the power may have been cut to the entire island. Jimmy ends up appearing as everyone prepares to defend themselves.

"It's me, Jimmy. White flag. Say something, and you're gonna die. What the hell is going on here?"

"Someone else was killed. Shea's husband, Richard. And their daughter, Madison, is missing." Abby tells him.

"You got a truck. You can take us to the boat." Chloe walks over to him.

"That's why I came. I didn't see you or Jenny on it when it left." He tells Abby.

"It left."

"Like a half hour ago." Jimmy tells Trish.

Sully declares that since some guests have left, more leaving won't affect Madison and attempts to commission Jimmy's boat. Henry tells everyone to stay since Madison is still missing. Abby decides to try to contact the mainland on the shortwave radio at the sheriff's station.

"I'm sure it didn't affect Madison because other guests aren't important compared to this group here. No one who wasn't an important part of the bride and groom aren't dead. And you guys are showing what type of people and friends you are wanting to leave a little girl here." Jennifer snaps at the group.

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sbnkalny · 3 years

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Young lady, I am Dyne, the Captain of the Blue Rogues. There are a few questions that I want to ask you. Will you answer them for me?

The center of it!? the particles can knock Most airships out of the blue rogues. There are a number 7. Just use them for about 35ery nice

#ANSWER #DAY 19 #admiral-craymen #GET the blue rogues. There are a number of things like 🎓quantum ⚛ ⚡physics⚡#⚫black ✴holes 🌀and 🕤time⏰ and 🌌space🌟 themselves🌞. He fucked my Clown is getting smaller #and all around personality are So pathetically...You wouldn't understand the word so I'll just say you're holding them for a friend

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Chapter 16: … Tick …

Chapter 15 | Masterlist | Chapter 17 | Words: 768

Y/N's POV

I felt the building slightly rumble, telling me that the bombs been set to go off. In the five minutes since I had last heard from Wanda, I had managed to find a set of tweezers to remove the power dampening bullets from my abdomen and thigh.

I also found gauze, so I quickly shoved it in the wounds to attempt to stop anymore bulk blood loss. My increased healing from the serum doesn't keep me from bleeding out.

Now, I need to focus on remembering where the closest window is, and possibly trying to reconnect with Wands.

Wanda's POV

Well, it's a shit show out here, all I can do is hope that Y/N's fairing better. Natasha's currently fuming, and Steve's acting like he didn't do anything at all.

"You are a pathetic excuse for a captain, and if anything happens to her the blood's on your hands!" Natasha shouts at Steve.

"Say what you want Natasha, but in the end I'm just following orders. Orders in which Stevens herself gave to Wanda."

"Oh shut up, you've been completely obvious this whole mission. Her disappearance wouldn't bother you in the slightest."

"Honestly, yeah, it wouldn't. She's been nothing but shady from the start, and her AWOLing all but confirms that she can't be trusted. I don't know what she did to trick you into thinking she's good, but trust me—my gut is never wrong." Steve shouts

Natasha scoffs at his statement

"Your gut is poisoned by Stark and his baseless accusations. At this point she's the only good left on that retched team. You're all toxic, slimy assholes." Natasha seethes.

I'm completely fed up, and I'm just growing anxious as this place is going down within the next minute. We need to get ourselves off the ground, and work on finding Y/N.

"If you two don't shut up, and get your asses in that jet, I will blast you into another dimension." I shout, finally done listening to their useless arguments.

"If you think I'm—." Natasha starts, before Steve lifts her off the ground and carries her onto the jet. Natasha thrashes around in his arms, but he's insanely determined.

Pretty boy seems to keep making every wrong move today, but he can deal with the repercussions later.

I immediately follow them onto the jet, and close the hatch, blocking Nat in, then attempt to find Y/N while Steve lifts us into the air.

Nat's POV

I'm currently stewing with a burning rage, and the Captain's signed up to take the brunt of my wrath.

"Steve, step away from the controls! This is MY mission." I command, doing my best not to crush the super soldier.

"You're not thinking clearly, Fury will understand.." Steve starts to say, losing his confidence now that we're locked in together.

"Ha! You're really dense if you actually believe that. Fury will most definitely not understand when we return without Y/N. She's his most prized person."

I look back to see Wanda in a meditative position, which tells me she's trying to reach Y/N. At least someone has their priorities straight...

"I'm getting us out of here!" Steve shouts

"Like hell you are!" I shout back, then zap him with my widow bites until he falls to the ground.

I take over the controls, flying us just high enough to not face much damage from the blasts. I want to be close enough to get to Y/N

Y/N's POV

*Wands..* I try my best to reach the witch.

I'm running on nearly expired adrenaline, so trying to navigate these hallways on an injured leg, and communicate with Wands is taking all I have left. She's not answering, and I'm worried that I'm here alone.

If that's the case, then it's okay, I knew the risks when I told them to set them off. I'll figure it out, I always do.

*Y/N/N..*

*Oh my gosh, Wands. Look, I'm about to jump out of a window on the third floor, I am running on borrowed time as I calculate less than thirty seconds before this place crumbles. You guys need to get far away, and just come back after the dust settles. I'll be a—okay. No worries.*

*What the hell did you get yourself into? Three floors? That's an insane fall, then the blast is enough to kill you if you don't make it. Y/N, you didn't think this through, please don't die.*

*Yeah, but at least Strucker doesn't get what he wanted. See you in a minute bestie.*

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Moments of Despair #1 [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: “The man who was on fire and realized it too late.”

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Albedo's despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death, graphic depictions of violence perhaps

(A/n): Had these ideas for a while after reading @/serensama To Mourn series of another fandom. So much sorrow and feeling I just was inspired to write 😫

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The moment you fell lifeless in Diluc's arms, he wanted to disappear.

It was raining again, he had always despised the rain. How it trickles down the slope of your cheek, like tears falling from the heavens. The sight of it mixing with your blood creating a thin stream of red rivers flowing beside him. They patter down obnoxiously because time didn't care, the gods don't care, the world didn't care. You were just a small fragile person to their eyes but to him you were his light. A candle that used to shine in his dark world was now dissipitated by the waters of reality.

Many droplets have passed and he was still holding you. Diluc could do nothing but stare. He hadn't shed any tears nor could he make a coherent sound. Perhaps it was because his tears have long run out when his father was held in the very same way. Or it was because he was heartless. He's usually told for being cold and indifferent. But the pain clenching in his chest was proof that he still had one (proof that it was still beating), much to his dismay. It would be better if he didn't.

So why can't he just look away? Your wounds, your bruised features, everything now etched so deep into the back of his conciousness that is was starting to awaken his worst nightmares. They were the source of the bile growing in his stomach. The irony stench filling up his nostrils felt so sickening. He couldn't turn away. You're dead. You're dead. You're dead. As if reality had yet to register, or maybe he refused to accept it, Diluc helplessly gazed down your body with blank and empty eyes.

"Master Diluc..."

Jean's voice called out to him pitifully. He rises up with his back turned, ignoring the stares given to him, "Leave. The knights of favonius are not needed here."

"But she's a Mondstadt citizen," The anemo user retorts, slightly taken aback by his impassive reaction, "It's my responsibility to ensure this case doesn't go unnoticed."

Unnoticed. Diluc scoffs in his mind, what a tasteless joke.

"It seems you weren't listening," he announces as his head was turned ajar so they could see the deep hatred glowing red in his eyes, "Leave. Now."

Jean's lips trembled before barely being able to say, "Alright" and retreating her knights back to the city. Kaeya narrows his gaze at his bother, the sorrow was evident through his pupils. He steps forward until he was arms length away from his brother. Too little too late, another failure was added to the belt.

Kaeya was a man of many words but for once he was at loss of what to say. No underhanded suggestions, no ideas taunting him to spill his thoughts, he simply asks Diluc, "What are you planning to do now?"

Silence. Kaeya couldn't predict what sort of expression his brother was making as he looks at your corpse. It brought a heavy weight of unsettlement upon him and here he thought he had already grown used to his brother's quietness.

Slowly, he turns around while letting the water pour down his face. Kaeya tightens his jaw as Diluc drags his feet towards him, stopping when their shoulders were parallel, "It's none of your concern."

"You're just going to leave her here?"

There was a slight pause which was enough of an answer. The Cavalry Captain sighs when he watched him walk away, what was the point of asking when Kaeya knew Diluc so well? He glances at your form before swiftly shutting his eyes.

It was his concern.

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A week later, the staff of the Ragnvindr household could hardly recognize their Master's appearance. They knew not to bother him when he decides to lock himself in his chambers. Diluc drowns himself with work from hours to no end as he connects the findings of the person that took your life. As expected, it was one of his enemies- a fatui member. The question was, which one?

"Master Diluc, I beg of you, please take care of yourself," Elzer pleads.

The pyro user didn't bother to spare him a glance or look at the tray of food he carried.

Food...you always brought them whenever he had to work overtime.

"I do not remember specifiying anyone to be allowed in my office," he voices aloud, "If it's related to business affairs simply leave that with Adelinde and I'll take a look at it tomorrow."

"I understand. But you've been working all day and night yet refusing to take any breaks in between. At this rate, you'll harm your health."

The feather pen in his grip kept dragging it's course, "This is beyond the duties assigned to you Elzer."

"That's because it was a request sent by your father," he adds, knowing that stepping over his boundaries may cost him, "If Master Crepus was still here, I'm sure he would have said the same thing."

Taking a deep breath, Elzer lays out his last card, "And also your wife."

The pen slows into a halt.

No one had brought you up until now. Elzer anxiously watches his Master shifting in his seat, his red bangs covering half of his face but he could still see the frown pressing firmly on his lips. It wouldn't be a surprise if Diluc suddenly bursted at him for mentioning such a sensitive topic, all that matters was his master's well being and Elzer was willing to risk everything for it. But nothing. Diluc turns his attention ever so slightly at the tray he carried.

"Fine, but I'm not eating that."

"What? Wasn't this was her favourite-"

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Elzer furrows his brows before sighing, "...No, Master Diluc."

He exits the room while carrying the fresh dish of Once Upon A Mondstadt that you loved so much. The door closes with a soft click and he was alone again.

People found it strange how Diluc seemed so vacant to your passing. He didn't even show up at your funeral. Instead, he continues his duties as a Mondstadt nobleman like usual while taking care of business matters associated with the winery. Except those who were close to him could see the difference in his actions. Apathy, he was so mechanical in every task he did. Like a marionette attatched on strings, a doll without a soul. After all, his soul died the moment when yours did too. What remains was a shadow of Diluc and a being existing solely for revenge and duty. He was nothing but a remnant.

Fatigue begins to wash over him and he fights to stay awake. Because once he gives in it will all be over. Once he closes his eyes, he would see your face with a multitude of images from the past. He would hear your voice calling out his name from a distant space as it echoes off the walls of his mind. He would fall into a dream where you were still with him and as always, waking up to see that it was never real.

I should have pushed you away.

Because what hurt Diluc the most wasn't that you were gone, rather, it was how you were still here.

Then you'd still be-

Something breaks and it turned out to be the pen he was holding so tightly. Only now Diluc realized how fast his heart was thrumming as beads of sweat began rolling down his forehead. Focus. Don't waste time. He won't grant himself the liberty of anything when your murderer was still on the run. Every wound they inflicted on you was going to be returned in tenfold. He'll make sure of it. That's why, he refuses to think about you at all. Diluc occupies his mind with other matters since at this point, work was the only efficient method of keeping his sanity in tact.

She needs you to focus.

The door opens and Kaeya enters the room while holding a document, "We found the guy."

His reaction was immediate, "Where?"

"Hm, now that we meet, it's actually quite debateable," The captain notes wryly, "When was the last time you've gotten proper rest?"

"I don't have time for this, either you tell me or I'll do it by force."

Kaeya couldn't help but sigh, "Apologies but you don't seem to be in any state for a fight. I'm sure you know how it would end up if you were to face your enemy right now."

"..."

"Diluc, this isn't healthy," Kaeya asserts, it's been a while since he sounded so sincere, "I'm not here to prevent you from doing what's necessary however, perhaps it would be better if I finished it in your stead."

"No," Diluc stubbornly answers, "Hand that over."

"...Heh, then there's really nothing I can do to stop you it seems," he whispers with a sad smile, "At the very least, be careful."

"I intend to," The pyro user snatches the paper parchment out of Kaeya's hands before opening the window, "Also, if Elzer returns, tell him there's a few errands I have to take care of."

The night was a full moon and the sky was empty, Diluc leaps off the edge and disappears into the darkness. There was no telling of what could happen next. Since you weren't here, it was up to Kaeya to watch over him.

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The claymore dropped to the ground with a clang as it soaks up the blood of the fatui he just killed.

Diluc was tired, so tired.

He slumps down against the wall from pure exhaustion, all that adrenaline and hatred went up in fumes, leaving behind whatever was left in his heart: nothing. Two hours, not even that far from Mondstadt, the fatui hid in an abandoned building as he cowarded for his life. When Diluc arrived, he never expected this monster to be so weak. This was the person who murdered you? A pathetic nobody that was simply following orders? This was the reason why he lost you forever?

In the end, the only one to blame was himself, for being weak and unable to protect you. He was supposed to be your hero ("Darknight hero," you'd always tease), the rock that shields you just as you had been the warmth he longed for many years, did he give you enough? Was this enough? He thought avenging your death would grant him a peace of mind and the justice you deserved but deep down, he knew it will never be enough when it comes to his love for you.

"Diluc."

He closes his eyes, he hears your voice. He was so tired, it wouldn't be a surprise if he started hallucinating.

"Diluc."

"I'm sorry..."

The man lets out a trembled breath as he apologized to the image of you in his mind. I'm sorry I failed you. They were repeated like a mantra in hopes to reach you somehow. Of course that was impossible, his feelings, his emotions, love and sorrow altogether will never reach you again. And your arms that once comforted him and brushed his hair with a soothing voice, saying everything will be okay, where are they now?

"Diluc."

"Stop," he didn't want to hear your voice.

"Diluc, I'm here."

"Stop..."

"Diluc..."

He jolts his eyes open and lets out a yell, what was he saying? He doesn't know. All he needed now was to drown out the fake voices mocking in his head. Diluc grabs the nearest object and shatters it against the floor, the dam was broken and it flooded uncontrollably, breaking everything in it's way. The abandoned house was filled with loud cries of a man sobbing with agony like a broken-hearted child. He crumbles to his knees and falls to his side, lifting his forearms while clutching his face.

And screamed.

Archons, what did he do to deserve this? Why do the people he cherish get taken away from him? Diluc never wanted to be the Darknight hero if it meant having his father perish in his arms. He didn't want the feeling of stabs against his chest with every breath he took. He didn't want to feel cold while knowing it was because you weren't here to hold him. He didn't want your voice, your pictures or your memory.

He wanted you.

"(Y/n)..." he chokes. Rolling to his back, Diluc moves his arms to cover his eyes, letting the tears run down to his ears, "(Y/n)..."

For who knows how long, he lays there in the abandoned building and mourns. Diluc doesn't have the strength to move from his position, he found himself staring mindlessly through the cracks of the roof when his voice had gone hoarse. The corners of his eyes still burned and his head was throbbing with so much pain. Maybe he should just stay here but the thought of being in the same room as your murderer was unfathomable.

Picking up his claymore once again, Diluc drags himself out of the door. Where would he go? It's not like he had a home to return to because home was when he was with you. A doll without a soul, the marionette moves as if the strings have commanded him to do so. Where ever it takes him, he didn't care. He just knew he had to go.

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astromaki · 3 years

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little puppy - trainee!izuku midoriya x ceo'sdaughter!reader (x shoto todoroki) (1379 words)

tw ; minors dni angst, degradation, slightly suggestive, toxic behavior from y/n, cheating, reader is a bitch/brat oops, nsfw ; mutual masturbation

EXTRA INFO ;; reader in her 20s and izuku in his early 30s

i'm thinking about izuku midoriya as a trainee in this big successful company.

poor, pathetic izuku, who let himself be stepped on. in this ruthless hierarchy, he was the one who brought the coffee back to his superiors. pathetic. a young man without interest.

he would have liked so much to be richer. more charismatic, more eloquent when he had to speak in front of his colleagues. he would have liked to be worshipped like his best friend shoto todoroki who had everything to please. money, beauty, high social network. and the daughter of his rich boss. you.

you were so elegant, so pure, so bewitching, fascinating.

you were a goddess among mortals.

so it's normal that you were in a relationship with todoroki, he was of the same high social class, you understood each other without exchanging words. he was so jealous.

oh fuck, how he would have wanted you to give him a simple look. no matter how disdainful it was. just so you would understand that he was there, that he was in love with you.

and it was during this party organized at the office to celebrate some investment or gain, that his life was going to change for the better, and the worse.

"damn izuku be careful where you put the fucking glass. apologize to miss y/l/n." said shoto dryly.

the party seemed to come to a halt as attention focused on your trio. an annoyed murmur ran through the crowd. you were used to being the center of attention, of the tabloids, of your family.

you were japan's little starlet.

but here, with a red wine stain on your designer dress thanks to this izuku ? oh no, how embarrassing.

"you're can't be serious, i asked you for some rosé, besides. " he continues in an aggressive tone.

todoroki may have assured you that izuku was his best friend, but since you were dating him, all you could see was him barking at that poor young man. but you weren't going to lie, you were amused.

and still it was sad. for shoto, of course, to have to deal with a green-haired phenom like that since childhood.

calm down.

calm down y/n. it's not like this dress cost thousands of dollars, and it came straight from the designer.

you always hate your father's pathetic interns, but this one had won the jackpot.

this izuku was twice as tall as you. but your gaze still fell on the young man with the green hair. his imposing size, and his adorable little freckles surprised you a little. how come this attractive physique had such a shy personality ?

you would have had him in your bed by now if you hadn't been set up with shoto. but what was stopping you from getting down on your knees in front of him ? a slight smile stretched your pretty lips. nothing at all.

"please forgive me miss y/l/n.," he said, looking into your eyes.

a short, yet long silence falls between you. your face was drawn, you were annoyed, bored. irritated by this idiot and this incident that had spoiled your mood.

" never mind, get out of my sight." you reply curtly.

the young man went to the kitchen to clean up his mess while you went to the bathroom to fix your look.

you'll have a word with your father and the board to get that idiot fired. on top of that incident, he had that naive look in his eyes, too nice. too pure.

no wonder he's everyone's stooge around here.

"fuck. "

you tried to clean the stain on your cleavage as best you could.

"you have to remove the stain with vinegar from your silk dress, miss."

the young man's interruption made you jump with fear. he was watching you, still with the same kind yet irritable look. we'll see if he'll be as cute when you've fired him. well, when your father has.

"i told you to get out of my sight earlier, didn't i ? "

the young man loosened his tie and came to your side. he was looking at you through the mirror this time.

"i'm sorry again, but the men's room is occupied so we'll have to share it while I get rid of this task too. " he said softly.

that softness in his voice, argh, it had the audacity to-

"if i may say so, i think you still look lovely tonight." he adds in a deep voice.

you couldn't explain it, but his compliment made you feel an inexplicable anger. without being able to answer anything, you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

but who was that fool ?

who was he to make such a remark ? maybe you should tell shoto that his best friend was flirting with his girlfriend ? that this poor trainee had been ogling the breasts of the daughter of the CEO of one of the biggest companies in Japan?

but you wouldn't have any fun with that tonight.

so you finally faced him, your hands having stopped rubbing the stain since that advice he had given you.

your panther eyes were locked in his. what a great opportunity to cheat on shoto todoroki, the daddy's boy with the boy version of cinderella.

without a word from you, your hand came to caress his well-drawn jaw, then moved with excruciating slowness up his cheek and then his cheekbone. that little red came to tint his beautiful face the same color as his lips.

it looked like a greek god, he was without a doubt much more attractive than your boyfriend.

"fuck me izuku." you breathe a few millimeters away from his lips.

you saw his face panic when you took his hand to slide it towards your crotch. and even more when he felt that you were not very dry in your intimate part.

"look how much you make me want to. let me make you feel good, like i let you make me feel good. shoto won't need to know. "

"you are my boss's daughter... and my best friend's girlfriend. "

your other free hand slowly, sinuously, came down his fly. your two breaths were one, speeding up a little more as you become intimate in this luxury toilet

totally removed from the party. from shoto. from your father. from the business. from alcohol, and from the sins that the business itself represented.

greed.

"let's talk about shoto here." your fingers finally met the tip of his cock. you didn't let go of the amazement of its size. a real surprise all the way, that miserable izuku.

you continued in an ever more suave voice.

"shoto, your best friend since you were a teenager, right ? and you let him treat you like that ? did you know that he was planning to succeed my father as the company's ceo ? "

" w-what ? " he said in a surprised voice.

"yeah... a real tragedy, isn't it ? especially, when i'm the only one worthy of getting this job. don't you think i fell for that arrogant guy. "

his fingers finally met your panties, and in one movement he shifted them to meet your lips.

a slight sigh of pleasure echoed in the toilet.

"he treats you like shit. but maybe you deserve to be stepped on, to be insulted like a nobody. maybe you want to remain a submissive all your life? " you pick up on that.

"n-no, of course.. not." his voice was pleading as your movements on his member accelerated.

"well, i knew you weren't just a complete idiot. "

you spread your legs slightly to throw him a larger access, inwardly claiming death from the pleasure he gave you so easily.

"let me make you a deal. you whisper. "i'll let you fuck me, and you help me get shoto out of the way, and get me into the role of CEO of the company.", you say with a firm tone.

a mischievous smile stretched your lips as you pressed them against izuku's.

"be my little puppy, and you can marry me."

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angellesword · 3 years

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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (12)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Warnings: none other than JK and OC making out, cursing too????

Chapter’s OST: Nobody Compares by One Direction

Word Count: 3.8k

Series: CHAPTER 11 | CHAPTER 13

Soojin wasn't sure what to do when she saw you standing there, only a few meters away from her and Sin-ae.

You obviously heard the secret she just spilled. This was why she didn't understand why you were keeping a neutral face. It was like the new information didn't shock you at all.

Soojin couldn't help but wonder if this was you being a martyr again. She was not a fool. She was aware how desperate you were to become a part of their family.

How could she not know? Soojin literally exploited this desperation of yours for many years.

She hoped she could still use it today. She hoped you were still the same naïve girl from before.

"Hey, sister..." Soojin tested the waters by calling you sister. It always worked. She saw how your eyes softened and sparkled every time she called you that.

Sometimes she found it endearing, but it pissed her off most of the time. You were such an idiot. She mused.

"Hi." You went near them, greeting them flatly that caused Soojin's heart to drop to her stomach. She didn't see it. This was the first time your eyes didn't light up at the sight of her and her kind smile.

Your face also remained impassive despite Sin-ae's hostility.

"What are you doing here?" Soojin's mother barked, her question was making her look dumb.

You were cradling flowers in your arms while inside a columbarium building. Of course you were here to visit the dead.

"I'm here for my father," and that's exactly what you did; you stated the obvious. Your voice sounded like a robot though. Just like your face, there's no emotion that could be traced. "You know, since I wasn't able to attend the funeral."

Soojin almost flinched at the sudden change of your tone. It's stone cold. She could almost taste your resentment in her tongue.

"Ah..." Your sister let out a breathy laugh. Her heart was in her throat. Soojin was never intimidated by you because she had always felt like she was better than you. In all aspects. You were an illegitimate child. You didn't have a loving mother. Your brothers didn't consider you family. Your father loved her more than he loved you.

The only one you had was Jungkook, but he wasn't yours anymore. He was hers.

"W-We thought you went back to New York." Soojin reasoned out sheepishly. She looked timid, exactly how you used to look when you were around the Kims.

It's uncanny actually. At this very moment, you could see yourself in her. Soojin looked so much like you. Was it because she's your sister? Or was it because just like you, she had done something shameful too?

Wrong.

You were wrong. Your very existence was shameful enough. Soojin had only done something that made her feel guilty. That's different. She's nothing like you. She was better—this was what she believed.

"I did not." You responded because what else could you say? It wouldn't change the fact that you didn't get to see your father for the last time.

They took him away from you.

"Well then we won't disturb you anymore." Soojin faked a smile, grabbing her mother's arm and tucking it into the crook of her elbow.

Sin-ae tried to pull her arm away from her daughter's grasp. Turning to you, she huffed and was about to say mean things when Soojin discreetly squeezed her mother's arm.

You saw how she leaned closer to the older woman to whisper something. Only a fool wouldn't know what that 'something' was. It's obvious she told Sin-ae that there's a big chance you heard about their secret.

It's the only logical explanation why the color drained out of the face of your half sister's mother. It also appeared like Sin-ae suddenly lost her ability to speak.

She couldn't even scorn at you. Truthfully, she was looking at you as if you were a ghost that's been haunting her for ages.

"I-It's getting late, Soojin-ah. Maybe we should go." Sin-ae turned to look at her daughter, smiling warmly at her.

Soojin released a deep breath, thankful that her mother understood the situation immediately.

"We should." Soojin directed her smile at you. "See you soon, sister..."

Her smile dropped when you didn't respond, but instead of pointing it out or getting mad, she just chose to walk away, dragging her mother with her.

You surprised them when you unexpectedly spoke right after they walked past you.

"Yeah." Your grip on the stem of the flowers tightened. "See you at the Board of Directors' Meeting."

"She's bluffing." Sin-ae crossed her arms as she lifted her brows. She looked confident while standing still, her eyes were sharp which Soojin didn't fail to notice.

Her mother's aura gave her an illusion of power. Yeah. Sin-ae was right. You were most likely bluffing when you told them days ago that you would see them at the BOD's meeting.

Who cared if you knew about their secret? You didn't have evidence. As stated, Soojin destroyed it all. She also paid those employees who knew about the truth. They wouldn't dare spill.

That's the power of money. It could buy the silence of people.

Apart from this, no one would ever believe an illegitimate child like you. The board wouldn't even consider you as a prospective chairperson. You had the biggest share in the company but you weren't an architect in the firm. Only those who were working at Castle as an architect could be the next chairperson. Besides, why would they want an irresponsible person who suddenly quit her job? This was what you did when you abruptly decided to go to New York two years ago. You left Castle almost immediately, not caring that you still had commitments.

Jungkook, being your best friend, took over all your pending projects just so you could be free. He thought you simply wanted to leave the company. But regret washed over him upon realizing that you quit your job so you could go abroad.

Jungkook often wondered what would have happened if he didn't take over your pending projects. Would you still leave Seoul? Would you still leave him?

Probably.

You never stayed.

You left before.

You left him now too.

The last time Jungkook saw you was when he dropped you off at Castle so you could be present when Taemin's executor read the will. After that, he never saw you again.

Jungkook tried to go back to the motel but you weren't there anymore. He panicked, thinking that you went back to New York already.

But when he called your phone and you answered, he instantly felt relief engulfing his body.

"I'm still in Seoul." You informed him over the phone. You also told him you couldn't go back to his apartment anymore.

"At least tell me where you're staying..." He was begging you again. Jungkook didn't care if you thought he was pathetic. His main concern was your safety.

"I can't. But I'm safe. Promise." You assured him. He wanted to argue but then he was reminded by what you told him two years ago. You didn't want to be fixed. Maybe it's time he put his trust in you.

He should trust your words.

"Okay." He said, his heart was heavy.

You hummed.

"See you soon, Kook." And then you hung up.

You didn't lie though. Jungkook saw you after a few days. He got to know what happened through Soojin. Your sister was pissed because you inherited more than half of Taemin's assets. Jungkook also came to know that you wanted to be the next chairperson of Castle.

Soojin was trying to calm her nerves; however, everything was making her worry. She didn't only have to worry about you. Jungkook was also a threat to her position. The board probably wanted him to be the next chairperson.

Sin-ae assured her daughter there's nothing to worry about.

"Didn't I tell you I can handle Jungkook? He'll marry you so you don't need to worry if the board chooses him as your father's successor. Chin up. We got this. Like I said, the bastard is bluffing. She won't be at the meeting." Sin-ae reminded her daughter for the second time.

Soojin nodded. Her mother's words didn't give her the illusion of power. The confidence she felt right now was already real.

"Alright." Your sister held her head high as she heaved a deep sigh. "Let's go. This day is perfect. I'll either be the new chairperson or Jungkook's wife. I win regardless..."

"Yes." Sin-ae's lips twitched. "That's right. Now let's go and claim what belongs to you."

Sin-ae was wrong. You weren't bluffing. You're determined to be the next chairperson of Castle Architectural Firm.

You wouldn't let Soojin taint the name of your father. She had to pay for her sins, not just for the sake of Taemin but also because she owed it to the family of those workers who had died because of the accident.

Soojin failed as an architect. The least thing she could do was to become a decent human being and face the consequences of her mistake.

You knew you could only make her pay if you had the power, but how were you supposed to be in power when you felt like everyone in this building hated you?

You couldn't get rid of the ugly feeling twisting in your gut. You were certain you weren't imagining the nasty stares everyone was giving you.

You also saw some of the employees whispering to one another while looking at you.

You inhaled sharply and went straight to the comfort room. You couldn't bear it. All your life, the people you loved looked at you like that.

It was happening again. This time, it was so much worse. Even those who knew nothing about your life were judging you. You had a feeling that they were already aware that you were an illegitimate child.

It was kind of a big deal here, especially now that you had inherited the assets bound for the legitimates. People probably saw you and your mother the same way: a leech.

But you just shook your head at this. Who cares about what people think? What's important was that you didn't lose yourself despite hearing rumors about you.

It was just a rumor. You knew the truth. The people who loved you knew the truth. Jungkook knew the truth.

"Tiger." And he loved you.

"Jungkook?" You flinched when you heard your best friend's voice. You saw his reflection in the mirror. He was leaning against the bathroom door.

"Why are you here?" Your eyes widened, jaw clenching. This was a woman's restroom. What if someone saw him here?

"I thought I saw you going here. Just wanna check..." He said this while you peeked through each cubicle. Thank Heavens no other women were here.

"You're not supposed to be here. Let's go." You made your way to the door, attempting to twist the doorknob but Jungkook stopped you.

"Kook." You sighed. "The meeting starts in ten minutes. We'll be late." You said sharply, reminding him this wasn't the time to play games.

"Five minutes." He let out a deep breath too. "Just give me five minutes, Tiger."

Your breathing hitched upon hearing the desperation in his voice. You made a mistake by meeting his gaze. The softness in his eyes never failed to make your knees go weak.

"I just wanna see you..." He drawled, lightly pushing you against the door and caging you in his arm.

Jungkook cupped your face while you pressed your cheek against his hand, instantly melting. Your stomach knotted with desire. It felt good to be touched like this.

"Kook..." Your teeth chattered though, the protest of your brain was hard to ignore. "W-We can't."

And as usual, you gave into what your mind thought was right. You were pushing him away. Again.

Stupid.

"Why can't we?" It was surprising to hear him ask this without the whiny tone. He was calm today, like an adult asking for a reasonable explanation. Jungkook knew he couldn't get what he wanted by whining.

"Make me understand, Tiger. Why can't we?" He was caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut because you didn't want to look at his doe eyes.

"Soojin."

"To hell with Soojin." You shuddered when he said this. His voice was rough, so different from the Jungkook you knew. You had to open your eyes to make sure it's still him who was caging you.

The Jungkook you knew would never say something like this.

"How many times do I have to repeat myself for you to understand?" He was looking at you through hooded eyes.

Your heart hammered through your chest.

"It's not Soojin who I want. It's you." You felt his finger tracing your bottom lip. The way he was staring at your lips made you shiver. "Nothing compares to you, baby."

Oh.

You realized you couldn't use Soojin as an excuse. It's not working anymore and frankly, it's just pissing Jungkook off. He swore he'd vomit if he heard you say your sister's name one more time.

"W-We still can't." You trained your eyes on the floor. He was about to ask why but you beat him by speaking at once.

"Because you're my rival."

You thought you'd hear him scoff or hiss, but Jungkook just clenched his jaw. Deep eyes boring into you. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"I'm not." He said seriously. "I quit. I'm not competing against you."

You were the one who scoffed.

"Why?" You looked at him like he was crazy. "This is your father's company too."

Jeon Jong-in worked hard to build Castle Architectural Firm. Why wouldn't his son continue his legacy?

"You never listen to me, do you?" Jungkook let out a small chuckle before booping your nose. It's amusing how fast his expression changed. "Didn't I just tell you? Nothing compares to you, Tiger..."

He was saying that he'd choose you whatever happened, even if it meant losing other things. Because really, what's the use of all these material things when you're not by his side?

"Kook..." You pressed your hand on his chest and then you're suddenly reminded by what you had tried to do when you got drunk days ago.

The last time you put your hand on his chest, you tried to kiss him.

"What excuse are you gonna give me this time, my Tiger?" The corner of his mouth quirked up. Amusement was written all over his face. "Don't tell me you're gonna say you don't think I'm in love with you?"

Jeon Jungkook was the only person you knew who was never scared to admit his true feelings. You just knew he would confess his love at any chance he got. It's like he didn't mind if he got his heart broken. Truthfully, it felt like he would get his heart broken if he didn't confess all the time.

He had always been like this. Always genuine, never scared. He acted based on what he felt and he's never sorry for it.

"Are you?" You weren't sure what took over you when you knitted your brows together and asked this.

Jungkook's eyes grew big and then he let out a dramatic gasp. It was as though he couldn't fathom the words that left your mouth.

"Where is this coming from?" He swallowed thickly, disbelief was still apparent in his eyes. "You don't think I—wait. What?"

Jungkook blinked. Once. Twice.

"Shit. You seriously think I'm not in..." He trailed off, "oh." It's like something clicked. Jungkook's disbelief turned into credence when he realized something.

He stared at you with pursed lips, like he was trying to figure you out. Your expression seemed like you were challenging him that Jungkook wasn't sure what to do.

He felt like you're not going to believe whatever he would say, so instead of blabbering how crazy he was for you, he just used his mouth into something that shocked you.

Jungkook leaned forward and without hesitating, he kissed you.

Hard.

It was as though you were waiting for him to do that because your response was instant. You kissed Jungkook back like a hungry person who hadn't eaten in days.

Jungkook pressed his chest against yours, like he wasn't content with your proximity. He wanted to be closer to you even more.

"You don't think I love you because—" He bit your lip, making you moan. Jungkook pushed your body weight against the wall with his own. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your dress hiking up in the process. "—I didn't kiss you when you were drunk?"

He got it now. You're sulking like a kid because of it? Huh. What did you want him to do? Kiss you and then have you hate him since he wasn't able to control himself?

"You're a fool if you think I didn't want to do it. I was literally on the verge of giving you my whole world right there and then." You parted your lips and allowed his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth.

Jungkook was the very definition of sweet. Everything about him tasted sweet, heavenly, and addicting. It was like he was an angel, but in reality, he made you weak. A devil meant to punish your heart for wanting to take more than you could handle.

Jungkook gave you so, so much more and you couldn't stop taking it all.

"But I don't want to take advantage of you. I want you to really want me, to really mean it when you kiss me." He cupped your ass as he hummed and groaned with desire.

You felt bolder when you asked him; "do you think I mean it now?" In between kisses.

Jungkook swiped his tongue along your teeth. "Yeah," he answered yet he groaned in dissatisfaction. "But I'm selfish, Tiger...I want more than this."

He stopped kissing you, opting to press his forehead against yours. He breathed you in. He was letting the selfish part of him consume him again.

Jungkook wanted you with all of his heart. He was disgustingly in love with you.

"Love is not my priority right now, Jungkook." You said since it was the truth. You had the opportunity to help people serve justice.

"I know.” And he understood it. Jungkook was nuzzling your nose. "Promise me you're not gonna hold back..."

He knew how much you loved Soojin. He was a little worried you're going to back down once you saw sadness in your sister's features.

"I won't." But you weren't that person anymore.

It's interesting, really. Some people swore they'd never change but there's always that one circumstance which would transform them either into a better or worse version of themselves. You hadn't realized yet if your metamorphosis was the former or the latter. All you knew was that you had reached your breaking point—your limit.

"Good." Jungkook smiled softly at you. His eyes were crinkling. "I know it. I called you Tiger for a reason."

He was finally telling you the reason why he crafted that nickname for you. He didn't elucidate any further but you felt like you already understood. Tigers represented courage. To some, it symbolized truth and justice.

"Thanks, Kook." You returned the smile. Jungkook helped straighten your dress. He kissed you one last time before opening the door so you two could face the challenge set for today.

You arrived at the conference room just in time. Soojin and Sin-ae were already present. Your two brothers were here as well. They're shareholders too.

Once the quorum was recognized, the vice chairperson made a simple statement. The agenda for today was also discussed. The topic mostly revolved around the firm's responsibilities and liabilities—both civil and criminal—to the affected people.

There had been major changes with regard to ownership too. It had come to the attention of the board and other stockholders that the Kims were no longer the biggest investors in the firm.

"Quite the opposite actually." Jungkook leaned against the backrest of the chair as he crossed his arm over his chest.

He looked so relaxed, as if the matter being discussed didn't concern him.

Yes, that's actually the truth. Jungkook was just asked if he had the biggest share in Castle Architectural Firm.

"I sold all my shares. I'm just here to officially announce that I'm no longer tied to the company. I quit both as an investor and an architect."

There had been a protest after Jungkook said those words. It's clear that the majority of them couldn't accept this.

"This is ridiculous! Who will be the next chairperson now?" Mr. Han balled his hands into a fist.

Jungkook remembered this man. How could he forget? He's the same scum who disrespected Soojin and basically all women. He's a misogynistic piece of shit.

"It's not my fault you're not informed. All information is laid down for investors like you. I am not competing against the Kims."

It was revealed right there and then that Taemin's illegitimate child and Soojin were the candidates to be the next chairperson.

Of course Sin-ae lost her composure. It's expected. She's dramatic like that. She was shouting and demanding how this became possible.

The charter and the country's law stated that in order to become the company's chairperson of a professional corporation, one should be employed as an architect in the firm first.

Sin-ae talked to the Human Resources Manager before. The employee confirmed that you weren't hired. You didn't even apply.

"Oh I'm not talking about me, Mam." You smirked at your father's wife. "You see..."

For dramatic effect, you stood up and walked around the room. Everyone was either looking at you with anticipation or hatred.

Jungkook was the only one looking at you in awe. He liked seeing you like this, in control and confident. He pouted while watching you. He wished he could kiss you again.

"I know it's not a secret anymore that I'm Kim Taemin's child. But..."

But. There's this word again. More often than not, the word but followed something negative...or shocking.

In this case, it's the latter.

You saw surprise written in their faces as you revealed the truth:

"I'm not the only bastard of Kim Taemin." You stood behind the chair of one of the shareholders and architects here at Castle.

You tapped his back, causing him to sit straight.

"Everyone, meet Jung Hoseok—or should I say Kim Hoseok, the eldest son of Kim Taemin..."

Hoseok smirked too as he said “let the game begin,” under his breath.

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Choke Me

Summary: Reiner can’t comprehend why you won’t have sex with him. You help him understand Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, dom!Reader, sub!Reiner, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, unprotected sex, tied up Reiner Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: You know what, I'm thriving off of sub!Reiner.

It absolutely baffled Reiner how someone like Annie was such good friends with someone like... you. He didn't mean it in a bad way, it was just too strange that the two of you were so close, yet complete opposites of each other. Annie was a tomboy, silent and calculating, you were dressed in pink from head to toe, loud and outgoing and just so adorable. And you completely ransacked his heart. Reiner was utterly in love with you, and you knew it. So, when he mustered up the courage to ask you out, it did not come as a surprise. In fact, you too crushed on him, and every time you were at their place, your eyes drifted to him, always, all the time. The two of you clicked instantly as a couple, and Reiner could only wonder how on Earth were you single until him, going so far as to asking Annie about your love life and with widened eyes, she hastily dismissed him. See, the thing was that you, despite your bubbly and juvenile personality, were a sick, sadistic dominatrix, and boys were terrified of that. While you usually donned clothing in pastels, flowy dresses and chiffon blouses, half of your closet was filled with garters, suspender belts, corsets, some in the deepest shades of red, others black, materials varying from lace to latex. Whenever you had a guy over and pulled out whips, riding crops or ball gags, they would disappear from the face of the Earth, never evercalling you back. Annie knew this about you but never judged. To each their own, she would say, not exactly caring about your kinks. But she wouldn't know how Reiner would react to that, and while intrigued to find out, she didn't want you two to break up either. Deep down she cared about all of her friends, despite the aloof attitude.

Three months into your relationship, you still politely declined Reiner's offers to have sex. He was incredibly sweet, treating you like a princess, and in return you were supportive and caring, but fearing that he, too, might run away after learning about your kinks, you kept finding excuses to deny him. At one point he even asked you if you have some sort of STD, genuinely concerned but promising to still be with you no matter what. You promised you were clean, but that only made him more curious as to why you wouldn't have him. 'You're not attracted to me?' or 'Am I doing something wrong?' were his usual questions and your heart broke in thousands of pieces each time you refused him. He seemed like the kind of man who dominated in bed, and while you were inclined to switch it out sometimes, you always, always had to have it your way the first time you fucked a guy.

Eventually Reiner couldn't take it anymore. He called you, begged you to explain yourself to him and you ceased to try and keep him away from the carnal pleasure you both desired. You invited him over, offering to cook dinner and disclose what you had managed to hide for so long. He popped at your door with a bouquet of daffodils, matching the honey-yellow apron tied around your waist, his eyes were needy and woeful, still believing it's his fault that you two haven't had sex yet. He kissed you on the lips, starving for more, but you pulled back, opting to discuss things first.

"So," you began, legs crossed under the table and anxiously swirling spaghetti with your fork, "I... shit, I don't even know how to say it."

"Y/N, whatever it is, I promise it won't change what I feel for you." Reiner caressed your cheek so gently that you felt sorry for dragging him into this.

"I think it's best if I show you." You got up, took hold of his hand and guided him into your bedroom. The chamber perfectly reflected your personality, with garlands and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, doodles and drawings taped to the walls and stuffed toys bundled up on your baby blue bedsheets. "You better sit down for this, babe."

"Jesus, how bad can it be?"

With a sigh, you swung open the closet door, revealing the strangest of sex toys, erotic lingerie and high heeled footwear. Reiner erupted into laughter, throwing himself on your bed and holding his abdomen.

"Why exactly are you laughing?" Your voice was serious, dangerous almost, your body lacking a reaction.

"You're telling me you didn't wanna have sex because, what? You're into BDSM?"

"I don't think you get it, Reiner. I'm not just into it, I like dominating men." You frowned, taken aback by his attitude. He perked his ears up and sat up, suddenly attentive, his gaze locking with yours.

"Do you want to dominate me?" The blond asked, unsure of what it would feel like, but inquisitive to try.

"If you'll let me, yes." You bit your lip, fingers smoothing the apron.

"Fuck it, if it makes you happy, I'll let you do whatever you want to me." Reiner declared, palms on his knees. "Do I need a safe word?"

"Not tonight, I'll go easy on you." You beamed, eyes glistening with so much joy and he almost regretted his decision.

Almost.

Tied up, naked and helpless, Reiner could only watch how you strutted into the bedroom, latex corset around your waist, tits out, riding crop in hand.

"Shit, you look so-" crack.

The thin object met with his cheek and he groaned in pain, confusion written all over his face.

"You speak when I allow it, understood?" And he nodded desperately. "Good boy. Maybe if you behave, I'll reward you."

It was then when Reiner realised how easily his dick hardened when he submitted. It was then when he realised how much he loved you.

You dragged the crop across his body, goosebumps all over his skin, before you propped one foot on the bed, spreading your legs and exposing your wet cunt to him. You could've sworn you saw his pupils dilating when your fingers barely touched the slick slit.

"You want this, Reiner?"

"Yes!" The man almost cried out, licking his lips. Crack. Another hit, this time over his thigh and he whimpered — the sound was music to your ears.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please!"

"That's better." You hummed, slightly spreading your folds, foot still on the bed. Your middle finger rubbed around your clit, a quiet moan escaping your lips. "Tell me how much you want it!"

Pulling at his restraints, Reiner sighed. Never has he felt so overpowered, but the pleasure he took from it was slowly seeping in his brain, clouding his judgment.

"I need you, Y/N. I need to feel you so bad, please!"

"You gotta earn it first." Voice aggressive yet seductive, you climbed on top of him, feet at the sides of his head. "Lick it good and I'll reward you. Do a bad job and I'll punish you." And before he could utter a word you were straddling his face. His tongue sloppily licked everything it could, in or around your cunt, and you forcefully grabbed the metallic bedframe with one hand, your other one fondling your soft tits. Your moans echoed in the room as you moved your hips for more friction, your breath hitching, his cock twitching. "Atta boy!" You groaned and slid off of him.

"Did I do well?" Reiner asked, hope glistening in his eyes.

"Very well." You snickered and pressed your lips onto his to taste yourself in a sinful kiss.

"Can I get my reward?" The man asked after you pulled away, a mixture of saliva and slickness at the corners of your mouth.

"Oh, I don't know..." You scrunched your nose.

"Please, Y/N! I've been good, I- I need you around my dick, please!" He begged, not even caring how desperate he sounded and that only made you feel like a goddess. You picked up the riding crop and dragged it up and down his shaft, terror in his eyes.

"I wonder how much it would hurt." You mused, head tilted and mischief in your voice.

"No, no, you said it was good! Please don't punish me-"

"Oh, don't be stupid." You rolled your eyes, climbing back on top of him. "I need that dick as much as you do." And with that, your hand helped push his cock in between your folds, painstakingly slowly taking it all in. "Fuck, you're big."

The sound of skin against skin tickled your brain, your hips moving up and down, your cunt clenching around his throbbing member.

"Please..." Reiner groaned.

"Please what?" You threw your head back, the pressure forming in your core making you moan louder.

"Please choke me!" He asked and you almost stopped moving, taken aback by his request.

"I'm beginning to think you like being dominated, love." You grinned, your fingers lightly squeezing his neck.

"God, you're so tight!" The man bucked his hips, the unexpected thrust earning a whimper out of you. "Harder, choke me harder!"

"Fuck, Reiner!" The grip around his neck tightened and your moves became frantic, animalistic. "You like that? You like the way I fuck you?"

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded, unable to speak.

"Look at you, so small and pathetic." You panted, feeling your climax close and his cock pulsating. "Oh, are you gonna come? Go on, do it, come for me!" You cried out, legs violently quaking as the sticky hot liquid dripped out of your folds, down his shaft. For a moment neither of you moved. You looked at Reiner through strands of Y/H/C that draped over your face, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Your hands extended and you untied the ropes around his wrists, falling next to your boyfriend on the mattress, cum leaking out of your cunt.

"Do you still... love me?" You whispered, your voice shy, completely different to the woman you were five seconds ago.

"Babe, of course! And to be fair, it was so hot submitting to you." Reiner pulled you to his chest, fingers brushing your cheek. "Say, think we can switch it up next time?"

"Nope!" You smiled and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

"Eh, at least I tried." The man shrugged. "In all seriousness, though, don't hide things like these from me. If this is what you like then I respect that, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Most boys ran, but Reiner was a man, and he was clearly going to stay.

"Maaaaybe we can switch next time. But only if you behave!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #snk x reader #snk smut #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin

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barnesbabee · 3 years

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𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮

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⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…

⟿ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ: CEO!Seonghwa x reader, bestfriend!Yunho x reader || Social Media!AU

A/N: Next chapter will be a spicy one, not in the way you might think

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The next couple of days at work were torture.

You could feel Seonghwa's burning stare when you weren't looking, and when you were, you could see him undressing you with his eyes. He looked at you like he was hungry and oh did you love the attention. Unfortunately, Friday, the day of the date, he had gone out for a meeting. At least your outfit would stun him later on...

He made sure to know you hadn't been forgotten, however. You liked how he didn't take you for granted. Seonghwa would send some provocative photos (to which you gladly replied) and some cheeky comments.

Seonghwa: Not seeing you all day is driving me crazy... I need to see you as soon as possible, why don't you come a little earlier? Say, after work?

You tried not to overreact too much, seeing that you were still at work, but you couldn't help a pathetic little squeal. You agreed immediately and confirmed you'd be at his place after texting San, saying that today you wouldn't need a ride.

"You look awfully happy today." Wooyoung commented as he leaned his hip against your desk.

You opened your mouth to give him an excuse (you didn't want to be bragging about your date with the hottest man to walk the heart), but Wooyoung was quicker.

"I know about you and Seonghwa, don't try to lie to me." He said with a devilish smile.

You were a little confused for a second, how the fuck did he know? You and Seonghwa were very discrete... But then it hit you.

"Would you like front row seats for Choi San's funeral?"

Wooyoung laughed at that.

"Well, it wasn't only him who snitched on your date. Seonghwa, despite looking the way he does, doesn't get a lot of ladies. Head always in the work... Also, he's a huge fucking dork in a suit and tie. He's not as mean and tough as he seems to be, he's really excited for tonight. It's adorable, really, so don't fuck it up missy." He jokingly warned, pointing a finger at you.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on it. How are you and San doing, by the way. Things seem to be moving fast."

Wooyoung blushed slightly and looked away, it was the first time you actually saw Wooyoung act shy.

"He's a great guy... I can't say any more or else you'll snitch what I said but... I like where it's going, I think we're a good match. Thank you, uh, thank you for telling him about me."

You wondered how the two most annoying people you had ever met (in a good way... sort of) could be so adorable.

"You're very welcome."

You smiled at him and, just as he was turning away, you whispered.

"Oh and he said you have a great ass."

Wooyoung looked at you with wide eyes and scurried away. To yell at San, you supposed.

You looked at the clock on the wall, and it was ticking slower and slower by the second, it seemed. You were counting down the seconds.

Once the golden time finally came, you were already out the door with your phone in your hand ready to call an uber.

You were waiting in the humongous garage of the company when a black van pulled up.

"Oh? Such a big car for one person only..." You thought.

However, as you were stepping forward to ask the driver if he was there for you, a male figure dressed fully in black grabbed you and threw you in the back of the van, closing the door shut and locking it.

In there, there was another man who tied your hands behind your back and muffled you.

To say you were scared was an understatement. Once you had time to properly understand what took place in about 10 seconds, you were petrified. Your legs were shaking and you were crying.

What was going on!? Did Seonghwa have any enemies!? Did they know about you and decided to take you as some sort of leverage!? You started breathing heavily and passed out from the panic and stress. When you woke up, you were in a dark, cold empty room. Nothing but the cliché sound of water dripping down onto the grey concrete floor. There was a very flimsy-looking door, that you were sure you could break down, but decided not to, in fear of the other side.

You no longer had any restraints, but it didn't make you feel any freer.

You were kept there, for hours.

You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know where you were, who those people were, or what they wanted.

You just kept sulking in the corner, knees hugged to your chest, imagining that you'd eventually meet your fate.

Out of nothing, the door burst open.

A panicking, out of breath Yunho barged in. His eyes instantly met yours and he knelt beside you.

"Oh my God, are you okay!?" He asked, examining your body.

A wave of relief washed over you upon seeing a familiar face, and you didn't hesitate in hugging him. He hugged you just as tightly, not wanting to let go.

Once you did, he caressed your face and looked into your eyes.

"See? You're not safe with that pesky CEO, he didn't even care that you were, you should come back to me, I'll keep you safe."

The second those words processed in your mind you shoved him away and stood up, weakly, as you hadn't eaten in hours.

"You fucking psycho! You orchestrated all this so you could play the part of hero and try to shit on Seonghwa!"

He stood up and tried walking towards you, seemingly offended.

"Y/N I would never-"

"Don't even try me. How the fuck would you even find me!? Oh and did you come alone!? Did you fight off the two guys that took me all by yourself!?"

Yunho was speechless.

"I just wanted to show you that I cared!"

You walked towards the door, angrily.

"Don't ever come near me again. Or I'm getting a restraining order." You told him, teary-eyed.

Although he was your ex you still loved him very much, as a friend of course. He was someone who you'd always treasured and trusted, even after you broke up, and seeing it all come apart like that broke your heart.

You walked outside of the building you could now recognize as an old school, and looked around.

You had no fucking idea where you were, and in a desperate fit, you called Seonghwa.

He answered quickly, and with a deep sigh.

"Seonghwa-"

"Listen, Y/N, if you didn't want to come or didn't feel comfortable all you had to do was tell me. You kept me waiting for hours, I didn't think of you as someone who'd do that."

"Seonghwa I was kidnapped."

There was a small silence, a mix of worry, shock and disbelief, that had caused him to go mute.

"What the fuck."

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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Handsome Man // Professor!Tom

Summary: you think your professor is a really good-looking man and let it slip out of your mouth.

Word count: ~2.9k

Warnings: none, except for some swearing.

A/n: I really liked writing the prof!tom universe and made it longer now (thanks anon that motivated me to write more about it). taking a moment to add that i always get this feeling that first encounter between reader and professor tom would be like fluffy as hell, he'd be so polite and that fucking accent of him ugghhh. Perfect. Anyways, enjoy!

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"Good morning, everyone!"

You raise your head abruptly, snapped out of your thoughts. Which, by the way, were all directed to the man who was walking down to his desk with a sweet yet confident smile on his face.

"You all are looking so excited with Monday" he says playfully and the class laughs. "Hope I'm worth your tired time here this morning".

You straighten your back, picking pen and book from your backpack as Professor Holland organizes his materials on the wood desk.

You weren't a square at classes or anything like that. But surely you were never late for English classes, neither badly dressed up. You always made sure to pick your best outfit, not leaving out the professional look, all to impress your favorite professor.

Not that you were silly enough to believe something would come out from that strictly professional relationship, but it was inevitable for you wanting to feel pretty around him, as your imagination flew wild whenever he stepped in the classroom.

Professor Holland was really something else. He wasn't only a handsome man, with a noticeable muscular body hidden behind the much formal clothes he wore. He wasn't only the youngest professor in that department. He was intelligent, had a good sense of humor and was incredibly polite.

You could tell by the way girls always seemed to be extra interested on this class that you weren't the only one in the room to feel attracted to your professor.

You always made sure to ne early so you could take a seat in the front row, not to claim for his attention, but to be able to pain attention to the lecture and also get the opportunity to have a good look at him once in a while, mostly when he was distracted, sitting at his desk and taking notes on the classes' essays.

By the end of the lesson, he dismissed the students and you started to pack your things, barely motivated to your next classes. Now that you wouldn't have your professor's look to distract you a bit, it really felt like fucking Monday.

There were only around four students left in the room, and you, who was caring your notebook and pencil on your hands, walking directly to Professor Holland's desk clarify his small notes he took on your essay from last week.

Three girls were standing around his desk, smiling widely as he explained something that were on the board.

"But, Professor Holland..." one of the girls asked the same stupid question again, letting his name roll along her tongue, as she was savoring it. You roll your eyes, flicking your feet as you waited impatiently for your chance to have a time with him.

Professor Holland sighed and gently tried to reassure the group of girls that they could have the assistant to solve their other questions, as he was running out of time and there was another person he had to assist.

Finally, the girls gave in and passed through you, taking the time to send you a look. You just shrugged it off and walked to the Professor's desk.

"Miss. Y/l/n" he greets your, a small smile forming of his lips. Your stomach felt like flipping inside of you and you tried to keep your composure as you reached his desk. "Any questions left?"

"Actually, Professor..." you handed him the paper, a bit ashamed of he remembering it was yours and connecting the words you wrote down with your face. It was so much easier when you didn't see your professor reading your text. "I marked some of the notes you wrote and didn't understand, if you could help me".

He looked over the text, a wrinkle of concentration between his brows, and just when he lifted his gaze back to you, you felt your heart fastening.

"Of course", he gives you a tightlipped smile, grabbing a pen to point some of the corrections to you. "See, there weren't any big mistake on this, you could say I'm just a perfectionist. Actually, this was one of the best essays from the class".

Your eyes light up immediately, feeling too enthusiastic for the compliment. "Thank you, Sir. It means a lot".

Professor Holland nodded once, averting his eyes from you for a moment, his face taking on a more stern look. Then he started to explain his notes and you felt more relaxed as you notice it wasn't really that big of mistakes. You listened with full attention and commented on what you felt like could improve on your writing.

"I feel like if you take your time to rewrite it and survey some of your constructions, this text will be more than excellent" he pointed, handing you the paper again, a proud smile on his lips. Then, he chuckled a bit, playfully, "Obviously, the first score is the one that will be considered for your grade, so it's up to you. But I think it'll be a great work".

You smile happily. "Sure, I'll do it", you take the paper back again and put it inside your folder. Looking at the wall clock, you just notice it's too long past the break between classes. "Shit, I didn't realize it was past your lessons' time already. I'm sorry, I should be going-"

"It's alright, Miss. Y/l/n". He sends you a reassurance smile, putting a hand over yours for a brief moment, but that didn't make it go under your notice. "I'm always satisfied to waste a little more time on my most dedicated students, and even more glad that your questions wasn't about lessons itself", he grimaces and you could tell what he was referring too. "Not in my best behavior saying it out loud, but I was starting to think I wasn't doing a great explanation".

You laugh a bit and shake your head. "Oh, you shouldn't worry about it. I'm pretty sure you're the best professor from this department. Plus, those girls weren't seriously having a problem with the subject" you roll your eyes softly, still smiling, but not quite realising what you had just said.

Professor Holland scowls, face confused as he catches your last sentence. "What do you mean?"

You froze, eyes widening as you gulp. "I-I mean- like, you were explaining it for the fourth time already... it wasn't possible that they didn't get it. I think they were more interested on... you know?".

He narrow his eyes, quirked his brow questioning, expecting you to explain yourself. A shiver pass through your body, embarrassment running right to your blushing cheeks as you struggle to find a proper answer.

"I mean, I think they were interested on... you". You almost cough, looking for somewhere else to stare in the room, avoiding your Professor's concentrated eyes. But as silent is completely made, you have to make sure he isn't mad at your stupid comment. Averting your eyes back at him, you are surprised to be met with his brown ones filled with what seemed amusement.

He was supporting his chin on his fist, a curious look covering his soft feature, hiding a smile behind the thumb pressed against his lips.

"Why would you think that?" He asked in the same amused tone and you never felt more stupid.

You wanted to slap your forehead and hide your entire self on the closest bathroom, but Professor Holland had those glistening brown soft eyes on you, nothing but a relaxed face put in your display, his sultry voice - which you were pretty sure wouldn't sound like this on purpose - incentivanting you to continue.

You cleared your throat and collected your devilish thoughts to think straight.

"I guess most of the girls here think you're, y'know, a handsome man" you shrugged, wanting so much sound casual, as that wasn't your personal opinion.

Mr. Holland raised his eyebrows, you couldn't tell if it was surprise for your answer or for your courage on saying that out loud. Maybe both.

"Did you hear that?", he questioned, tilting his head a little to the side. "From those girls?"

He got you. You knew that. He knew you were just making assumptions, which meant that could only be your own opinion expressed on the vision you had over other students.

"No", you answered under your breath, gulping. "It's just a guess".

Silent was made and you felt terrified. You truly started to think that Mr. Holland was planning the most tough comments on your behavior, that he would try to show you how unprofessional and not ethic at all was your opinion about him, that he was your professor and you were his student, nothing beyond that. But then he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair as his eyes concentrated on you.

He looked like someone who was pondering something, but your nervousness calmed down a little bit at the way he had his gaze over you. Though his eyes were dark, that couldn't be so bad, if he didn't have a mad expression on.

"Is it what you think?" He tried again, the corner of his mouth threatening to quirk. "Do you think I'm a handsome man?"

You close your eyes briefly, feeling past ashamed of it. "I'm sorry, it's pathetic, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, Miss. Y/l/n" he chuckles softly. "Don't make a big deal out of it. After all, I'm not much older than you, am I? Shouldn't be so wrong to have an opinion about my looking".

He was taking it so calmly that you couldn't believe. Maybe he was right, maybe it wasn't a big deal. Or maybe he was so used to having girls head over heels for him that it didn't get on his nerves anymore.

You sigh and decide to agree better than discuss anything and make more shame on yourself. "Anyways, I just wanted you to know that-"

"Mr. Holland?"

A voice interrupt him, and you turn your head abruptly to see another professor standing in the door frame, a case on his hand, eyes going between both of you. "Sorry for interrupting, but I'm giving my next lesson here. Is it taking too long, or...?"

"Oh, no", Mr. Holland smiled fondly and stood up, gathering his things from the desk. "Pardon me, didn't realize it was so late. Miss y/l/n, do you have any more questions left?"

You narrow your eyes at him, a bit taken aback as you knew you weren't making any questions seconds prior. He was lying, lying about the reason why the two of you were stuck in his classroom for so long. So you just nodded back and corrected your face.

"No, I'm fine, Sir. Thanks for your time" you smiled a little before turning in your heels.

The other man entered the class and started to put his things above the table, with Mr. Holland beside him. You were about to step out of the room when you hear your professor talking to you.

"Oh, and Miss. Y/l/n?" You turned your head to look at him again. He smiled. "It'd be lovely if you rewrite that essay. You can pass by my office later to show me your corrections, if you want to".

You blink, too surprised to answer right away. With a pounding heart on your chest, you nod, wishing nothing but to work on that useless essay as soon as possible.

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The day passes quickly, your mind too occupied with your essay. Missing some of your later classes, you saved time to stay until 6pm in the library, trying to come out with the of your writing whilst correcting the mistakes Mr. Holland pointed for you.

Certainly, that was the most dedicated you've ever been for a work.

But you couldn't resist the anxiety running through your body as you thought about walking down that aisle in the Professor Holland's office direction.

Again, you weren't expecting anything beyond him reading your text again, but the thought of seeing him alone one time was exciting itself.

You finish your work and put the paper inside a case, gathering everything together and walking straight to the aisle of English department.

It was empty and quiet, not a sight of any students neither professors around, as it was past the last lectures for the day.

Taking a few good breathes, you smooth your hand down your skirt before knocking softly on Professor Holland office's door.

"Come in!"

You turn the handle and open the door, closing it behind you. Mr. Holland looked tired, eyes heavy under his glasses. He also seemed busy, reading a book and taking his notes.

"Oh, Miss Y/l/n", he smiles warmly when his eyes lift to your face, waving a hand for you to take a seat in front of his desk. "Glad to see you. I suppose you made the corrections on your essay?"

You smile and nod, sitting down before reaching your paper in your backpack. "I added some other points I thought about when reading again", you hand him your essay and he takes it, fingers touching yours briefly, but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Great" he looked over the paper, reading more cautiously at some point in the middle, where the biggest changes were made. He seemed impressed with your work and you couldn't help but feel the euphoria by each time the curve of his lips seemed to form a smile.

You looked over his office. It was small, but enough for one person only. There was a shelf full of books and a pretty tiny table across the room, cups, water and what you assumed to be tea inside a bottle on top of that.

"It's really cozy here" you speak out loud, more to yourself, wandering and picturing Mr. Holland sitting beside his little table and taking his tea while reading one of the shelf's book.

He smiles, lifting his glance from the paper to your face, which was still looking around. "You like it?"

You blink a few times before answering, a bit embarrassed that he caught your vague comment. "Yeah". His face held nothing but a contemplating look. "It must feel really good to have an office all to yourself".

Mr. Holland laughs quietly. "I don't spend too much time here to appreciate that much, actually", he admits. "Most of my time in the building is spent in classrooms and I pretty much like taking my work home, so... But, yes, it's good".

"I'd like it. Y'know, having somewhere you can take a time off and even have lunch when everywhere else is so full of people". You make your point, shrugging.

Something crosses Mr. Holland's face, but he quickly make it disappear.

"Well", he says, looking at your essay again after clearing his throat. "I like it very much. Not a single mistake this time. I can say properly now that this is the best essay I received for last week's work".

You smile widely. "Thank you, Mr. Holland".

He look up at your again, a small and hesitating smile on his lips. "You can call me Tom", when you open your mouth and say anything, he continues, "If you want. Mr. Holland just makes me feel so old".

You laugh at his grimace. "Oh, you're nothing near old, no worry on that".

Tom smiles more freely, if not smugly, and you feel your cheeks darkening in pink.

"Yeah, you think I'm... a handsome man, right?" He teases you and for a moment, it's not like your formal and professional professor is the one in the room anymore. You smiles sheepishly, bitting your lips to try to contain it.

"I'm sorry for that again", you shake your head, but Tom whines.

"If you don't stop with your apologies, I'm going to give you another essay to write". He says playfully. "I'm just joking, y/n".

Hearing your first name coming out of his mouth warms your heart and you feel like exploding in excitement.

"Wouldn't be such a punishment, I think" you admit, looking to your hands.

Tom narrows his eyes, corner of his mouth raising in a smile again. "And why is that?"

You bite your lower lips, pressing your fingers in the palm of your hand nervously as you think about what you're saying next, "Well, if it meant I'd have to come here to show you, I'd gladly write one".

Tom takes your answer slowly, smile growing on his face and he chuckles softly. "Really?"

"Yeah", you nod.

Tom stares at you for the following seconds and it's just as when you glance at the clock in his desk that yiu realize you've spent too much time inside his office.

"I think I gotta go now", you say, standing up and picking your backpack and essay. It wouldn't look good a student getting out of a professor's office so late in the night.

Tom smiled sadly and got up too, watching as you made your way to the door. But before you could open it, you remembered you last talk in the classroom.

"Tom?" You tested the name on your lips, savoring the liberty he had just given to you. He looked at you, waiting. "What was it you were going to say before that professor entered the classroom?"

He took a few seconds thinking and then a trace of a small smile came to his features.

"I was just going to say that I appreciate your compliment" he licks his lips and you smile. "Also, that you should know I think you're pretty gorgeous too".

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love-hatred-stuff · 3 years

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Mad at him } Jung Jaehyun [nct]

》 genre:

angst, light fluff

》 warning(s):

Jaehyun swears a lot & is kind of a dick, mention of other idols [ma johnny], um that's it ig

》 word count:

1.9k

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Crap, school is shit!

I was doing homework for hours now and I was still not finished with all of it. It was upsetting me, more than it should.

After I had let out a heavy and annoyed groan I heard my phone ring. Jaehyun, my boyfriend was calling me.

Wow, he actually had the time to call me.

He didn't contact me for a whole day and I was getting more pissed each minute. In the beginning of our relationship, he always made sure how my day was when we hadn't had the chance to meet up.

Today had been an absolute disaster what wasn't making my mood any better.

But I had to suppress my anger for a moment, because he was rather sensitive. What means, I better not get mad for no proper reason.

He started talking instantly after I picked up.

"Hey, sorry that I couldn't call earlier. How was your day?" His voice was monotone and I didn't like that, at all.

I felt the wish that he would've better just let me be for the rest of the day with that attitude crossing my mind. Though I tried ignoring my now mixed feelings.

"Yeah, nevermind. Mine was not the best day to be honest." I tried to reply like I normally would.

"What happened?" I wasn't in the mood to tell him about my whole day.

And because he hadn't had the time to pick me up yesterday too, I decided to tease and play a little bit. Maybe this would make my day better.

"Nothing, that's the problem. I am doing homework for hours now and my brain is about to explode. But luckily, I have Kai. He helps me out a lot, with my problems." It almost sounded like I was only talking to a friend and not my boyfriend. Acting like Jeahyun wasn't my boyfriend for almost two years now.

Since I knew, he gets angry when I'm close to other guys, it's the perfect idea to play with his feelings. Cruel, but effective.

"What do you mean, helping you with your problems? That's what I'm supposed to do. You should better get your ass here now!"

"Don't cuss at me. He's just a good friend I met in school Jaeh." I acted like I was trying to convince him that it wasn't a big deal, but in reality it was what I wanted, of course.

I wanted him to spend time with me, without telling him to.

"Do you think I care if he's just a friend? We had been friends too before we started dating, Y/N." He sounded pissed and I had to smile proudly.

"That's different." I wasn't allowed to mention that I would never replace him, like I usually would, because it had to sound a little suspicious.

"That Kai guy is going to get killed if he thinks he can have you. I want you to come over right now!" I almost giggled at his command.

"I don't think, you really want me there." I expressed my thoughts.

"What the fuck is wrong, Y/N? You know that's not true." I could hear his voice getting shaky and hard to control.

"Ok then. I'll be there in 10." I ended the call quickly before it could get too emotional.

I didn't like emotions, except for the ones I had for Jaehyun. They can easily let you make some real dumb decisions.

That's why I was a rather cold person. I was kind, but I wasn't someone who smiled all day and acted like nothing angered or annoyed me. 'Cause there were always things in my way.

Fortunately I was also a quite strong person, that learned to be in the past few years and I don't give up that easily or let some shit destroy me.

Jeahyun was also strong but I had better skills than him to get what I wanted and my influence on him was just too big to let him win. I always won fights, but that wasn't important in our realtionship. To me it was just an advantage that I would use in such situations.

...

I changed into a short but cute, rosè dress and a white cardigan with brown buttons, put my converse on and fastly walked to Jaeh's dorm.

I had needed fifteen minutes, but it was fine, he would wait for me longer.

I knocked like I always did, three times.

After some seconds Jaehyun ripped the door open and I slightly flinched.

"Holy Shit. What are you wearing?" He scanned my body. I could see, he found it hot but there was also some anger building up in his eyes, and it was rising fast.

"Nice to see you too." I rolled my eyes, inconspicuously also looking over his body. He was wearing sweatpants and a muscle tank top, showing his biceps and toned abs.

He wasn't getting his eyes off me.

"Y/N, this dress covers like nothing. I get it, your curves look absolutely stunning but you have to change!" He angrily commanded.

"Shut up, can I come inside now?" I asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Yes." He stepped away and walked through the kitchen, into his room.

I could sense his tightened jaw and all of his tensed muscles.

"Slow down. It's just a dress." I pronounced looking at him like I couldn't believe how childish he reacted, and at this point I really couldn’t.

"Do you have ANY idea of what the boys think about you when you're wearing this?" He asked and finally turned to me again.

"I would LOVE to know." I ironically said.

"I don't want my girlfriend to walk around like she's just some bitch. Because you're not. These boys are disgusting when it comes to something beautiful like you, Y/N."

Now I'm a bitch? You're done Jaehyun. I thought but grimaced at the hurting word he just said to me.

I know he also called me beautiful, but that wasn't the word that was spinning around my head just now.

When he noticed my face and that I didn't reply after some seconds he tried to apologise.. of course.

"Babe, you're not a bitch. I didn't mean it. All I was trying to say is-" He wanted to grab my arm but I moved back before he could do so.

"No, I got it Jaehyun. I only look like one." I snapped back at him. Not yelling but also not in normal loudness.

I was even more mad than before. And now, I was also hurt. Dangerous Combo.

"No- I- I think it's just too short, Y/N." He wanted to defend himself.

"I understand." My voice wasn't loud anymore at all, but it didn't sound like I meant it.

My voice was pathetically shaking and I was looking on the ground, thinking if it would be the best to just leave now.

"Maybe I should just go. I mean I wouldn't want a bitch in my room either, so..." Talking with a quiet voice, I looked up at him and I saw fear in his eyes.

"No, please-" He stepped forward and was going to take my arm but I backed away again.

"Don't touch me." I warned. His face was getting pale. I didn't miss his teary getting eyes either when I looked at him.

"I'm so sorry. Please don't leave. I really didn't mean it, Y/N. Please, I am just jealous of boys being able to see what usually only I see." He avowed.

"It's fine. I wasn't ready with my homework anyways. I should leave."

"Don't. I want you here right now. Please, I'll do anything." His begging voice spoke.

"But I wanted to get finished today."

"Y/N?!" Suddenly a different person asked excitedly.

I knew who it was and turned around instantly to look at his good looking face.

"Johnny!" I jumped in his arms and he was hugging me back happily.

"Johnny, not now-" Jeahyun was angry once again.

"Let me hug this precious little girl! Hell, you're getting hotter everyday?" Johnny laughed and we separated. He scanned me up and down and smiled mischievously.

"Honestly, if Jeahyun wouldn't date you, surely I would ask you out." He claimed.

"Definitely." I giggled softly.

He was always letting me feel good. And he was one of the guy friends of my boyfriend that I liked the most. He was funny, hella handsome and so nice over all.

Though everything remained on just a friendship, we just always casually played around.

"Hey, shut the hell up. She's mine." Jaeh growled at him and put his hand around my waist, taking back what's his.

I kept smiling but I was also trying to push his hand away, so it was difficult to keep a happy look.

Johnny noticed the awkward situation and started talking to me again.

"Anyways. Do you wanna watch a movie in the living room?"

I opened my mouth and was about to say something but Jaehyun was faster than me.

"No, we were busy." His cold voice was giving me goosebumps.

He could be scary, when he was jealous. I am talking out of experience. Not too nice ones.

"We were not, actually I was about to leave. But because I didn't see you in so long I will stay longer alright?" I suggested when I was back in my senses.

"That's perfect!" John smiled at me.

"You won't hang with my girl, Johnny." Jaeh protested.

I turned around to give my boyfriend a look.

"Could you shut up for a moment? It's my decision since you don't own me. And I'm a bitch right? So it's normal when I hang out with a lot of boys, isn't it?" I started to grow my confidence back but I was fucking mad.

He won't destroy my moment with Johnny right now!

"Did he do something?" The brunette boy in front of us asked.

He was almost two heads taller than me and since Jeah knew I liked taller guys, he was probably freaking out.

"No-" Jaeh started but I thought he could know the truth.

"He said, I looked like a bitch." I told him.

"You did what, Jaehyun?" His shocked voice asked, searching for a reassuring answer in our faces.

"I said sorry already. I didn't mean it okay?! But the dress she's wearing shows almost all of her legs, not to mention her half exposed butt."

"That's no excuse bro. Look, she looks stunning in this dress! There's no reason to fight over." His friend wanted to convince him.

"You better not look at my girl like that, or I have to punch you until you understand." Jeahyun pushed his chest with his fist.

"Calm down man. You should work it out before you come in the living room, I'll pick the movie in the meantime." Johnny decided and walked away.

"Do you let all boys touch you like him?" Now Jaeh asked aggressively, coming nearer.

Now we both had reached a certain line, so I tried to keep it low with my next words, struggling to find a compromise.

"No. I love you. And I wore this dress because I thought you'd find it cute too. Not to attract other boys. I won't wear it in public anymore okay? But you should the fuck calm down and let me talk to Johnny. After all he's your roommate and friend. He won't do anything I don't want." I explained with a strong tone.

His expression softened finally, giving me hope he'd give in eventually.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me for calling you... that?" He wanted to know with puppy eyes.

"I'm not over that yet. It hurted me, Jaeh. I will forgive you if you let me sit with Johnny and watch a movie with us." I claimed and cupped his cheek.

"Fine." He sighed.

We watched an action movie and had a lot of fun. In between time Johnny touched me unintentionally, during laughing and talking.

Jaehyun couldn't hold back and threatened that he would get angry if he would keep doing that. I told him it was fine and Johnny and I just continued like nothing happened.

Don't let your boyfriend treat you like he's in a higher position than you.

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