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nobedofroses · 4 months

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December 28th

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

warnings: a little angsty and then fluffy!

words: 1.7k

a/n: sad reader and then happy bc of Joel! lonely/kisses/first dates prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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In the ten days or so since you had given Joel your number, the holidays had passed and you had been in a bit of a slump in the gap before New Year’s. Joel hadn’t called, well he had but you hadn’t talked to him. He called while you were at work one day and had to leave a voicemail explaining that he was really trying to find a sitter, but with everything going, none of his usuals were available and his brother wasn’t around either. You knew he was telling you the truth, but it didn’t help that you didn’t see him and Sarah at the normal story time since the bookstore was closed last Saturday.

Christmas was never quite what you hoped for because of family drama and friends being out of town with their families. It left you alone most of the time since the owners of the bookstore liked to close for more than just the holiday to give staff a chance to recuperate after the busiest time of the year.

With no reason to leave your apartment and your roommates gone, the only people you saw were the ones walking on the street you could see from your window. The overcast skies but lack of snow made you feel even more lethargic and you whiled away most of your time laying on your bed and staring out the window.

You were doing that, but on your couch one mid morning when you were startled out of your daze by your phone ringing. It took you a second to realize what was happening, so you had to rush over and grab it off the hook before the last ring.

“Hello?” you asked, cringing at how you sounded out of breath.

“Hey, it’s Joel,” came his nice, low voice and your mood suddenly improved.

“Hi,” was all you could think to say, forgetting that the adoring look on your face couldn’t stand in for words if you were on the phone.

Joel’s warm chuckle came across the line and you felt your cheeks get warm, “Hi. Listen, I know it’s incredibly late notice, but my brother has decided that today is his day to be magnanimous and has offered to babysit. If… you still wanna go on that date?”

Something in your chest pulled at his hesitance and you looked at the clock, thinking that if you went to dinner you’d have plenty of time to pull yourself out of this funk, “What time were you thinking?”

“Well, that’s the other thing. Tommy has to be somewhere, actually has to be there at 6:00. So anytime between now and about 5:30 I’m all yours, dependin’ on where in town you live,'' Joel explained, and even him calling himself “all yours” wasn’t enough to keep your stomach from sinking.

“Oh, well I— I wasn’t planning on leaving my apartment so soon, I’m not— I’m not really ready for the day yet,” you admitted, hoping he wouldn’t judge you for just laying around when he was surely always on the go with a five year old and a full time job. But you hastened to add, “I do, um, really want to see you though.”

“Me too, and there’s no pressure to do anything fancy. We can just talk and spend time… if you don’t want to leave your place at all I could always… come over?”

Surprisingly, the idea of him coming to your apartment felt better than leaving. It wasn’t messy; you didn’t really make any mess when all you did was sit on the couch. And all you would have to do is put on clean comfy clothes and wrangle your hair a bit and you’d be totally presentable.

“Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’d like it if you came over,” you told him, and a few minutes later, he was hanging up so he could get Sarah settled with Tommy and on his way.

You knew you had about half an hour before he got there and decided to double check that nothing needed cleaning. After a few dishes were added to your dishwasher, a few blankets folded on the couch, and putting on fresh clothes, all you had to do was wait.

Then you wondered if you should be making anything, if you had any food or anything to offer Joel once he got there. You checked your fridge and found some apples and your cupboards and found peanut butter and cookies. It was better than nothing, you supposed. You spent the next little bit cutting the apples and plating everything, and then found a couple sodas tucked away in a cupboard and put them in the fridge to chill. You didn’t even know if he liked soda. Everything you had seemed like for a kid and you smiled at the irony that Sarah wouldn’t be there.

Before long, your intercom buzzed and you let Joel into the building and then into your apartment. Just the sight of him made you feel better, and when he smiled and held out a little bouquet and some chocolate candy, you bypassed both and moved through his open arms to hug him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said with a little surprise. He was able to put the flowers and chocolates down on your entryway side table and hug you back, his strong arms wrapping around you and making you feel safe.

Joel hugged you until you let go, and your eyes were shining and unsure as you looked at him, “Sorry, thank you.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, honey. Are you alright?” he asked, brushing the back of his hand along your cheek.

“It’s just holiday blues, I think,” you told him, tilting your head into his hand when he cradled your jaw.

He pursed his lips and nodded, “Why don’t we get these flowers in some water and then you can tell me all about it.”

As you were doing that, Joel found the apples and peanut butter and cookies and told you it was the perfect snack, just what he liked and you were still a little embarrassed but he made you feel better.

The two of you sat on the couch, Joel in the corner facing you with a leg bent to be on the cushion and the other with his foot on the ground. You sat criss-cross facing him, but you didn’t actually look at him most of the time. At least not his face. His hands, you watched, his mouth as he took bites or answered you, his throat as he swallowed. You focused on these parts of him as you told him about your feelings lately.

When you trailed off, Joel hummed and finally you looked up at him. He was looking at you with these soft eyes and you felt warm inside. Also like you needed another hug.

You opened your mouth to ask but didn’t know how and Joel saw your nervous movement. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

He held his arms out to you and, with a little adjusting, you sat between his legs and leaned into his chest with his arms wrapped around you again.

“You know, we missed you too,” he murmured, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“You did?” you asked, surprised.

“Mhmm, Sarah kept asking to see her teacher and go to the bookstore. It took a lot of convincing and her stubbornly refusing to believe me until finally I distracted her with one of the books I got with you,” his voice comforted you, being able to feel it rumble in his chest. “Anyway, she’s demanding we go an extra time since we missed one. Not that there’s another class. I guess we’ll just come and browse. But I have to make sure and do it while you’re there or she’ll get upset, you know how it is. Maybe Friday next week again? But in the afternoon, she only has a half day on Fridays.”

When you didn’t respond after a few seconds, Joel realized you were asleep, feeling your even breathing on his chest and smiling to himself. He was glad you were at least feeling comfortable enough to sleep, it hurt his heart seeing you so down.

You only slept for about seven minutes, but when you woke up your whole mood was different. You felt refreshed and happy and a little awkward that you fell asleep on him.

When you looked up at Joel, he smiled down at you and said, “Hi, sleeping beauty. I’d say good morning, but you were only asleep for a bit.”

“You weren’t sleepy?” you asked with a little smile.

“Mmm, I was dozing off just now, but I can fall asleep any time anywhere. Side effect of having a five year old,” he joked.

You frowned, sorry that you interrupted him by waking up. “Should we take a nap? A real one? In my bed?”

Joel raised his eyebrows, “I’m just joking, sweetheart. Mostly. I don’t want to spend our time together sleeping if you’re just doing it for me.”

“No, no I want to. Just being close to you makes me feel… good. You make me feel good,” you had sat up a little bit as you talked and moved closer too until you were only a couple inches from him. Both of you were silent for a couple seconds, letting the magnetism of the moment draw you closer.

Then you were kissing each other, slow but deep as his tongue pressed into your mouth and you opened up for him with a moan. It was steadily getting hotter, faster, when suddenly Joel pulled back to yawn.

“Oh— my gosh,” you laughed, smiling big when you saw the raspberry blush on his cheeks. “I guess you really need that nap.”

Joel stammered out an apology, “I— I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t think I was that–”

“Hush, c’mon,” you told him, already standing and holding out a hand to him. “Maybe after you get a good rest we can get back to this. We will be somewhere a little more comfortable, anyway.”

Joel took in your little smirk and shook his head, grinning, “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

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#it's a long one today #the angst brought it out i think lmao #joel miller #joel miller x reader #blurb #ish #fluff #angst #nobedofroses #snowy fics 23 #stephswinterwritingchallenge

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moonflwer-gutz · 11 months

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I'm seeing Across The Spiderverse on Saturday and I just

I wanna talk about how much the original means to me for a second

bc I am not going to be normal about it when I see it (obviously I won't post spoilers without tagging/warning so dw)

so Into The Spiderverse came out in December 2018. which not only was around my 13th birthday, but also was when I was making decisions about highschool. I already knew that I wanted to do art, I was sure of that part. But I was still conflicted on just doing art at a normal school, or going to a high school that actually specialized in art.

and then i saw ITSV. and just. holy shit.

the way the characters moved. the way the story was told. the way that every little detail, every single frame had years of thought and care behind it. from the texturing to the framerate. i fell in love. i was always an animation fan, i had always wanted to make my own, i had always wanted to bring art to life and create the things that shaped my childhood. animation was my dream and always had been.i made my decision then and there. it had always been in my mind and that was the last push i needed.

i was going to study animation. i was gonna pursue my dream.

fast forward one year, i passed the audition and got into the art school. fast forward another year and, despite the tribulations of quarantine, i was accepted into the animation major--the most competitive major in the school.

to this day, i cannot watch ITSV without referring to it as the movie that shaped me as a person. it literally permanently set me on my path to my dream career. and to this day, i cannot watch it without randomly bursting into tears. its just. its something that means so much to me and no matter how many times i rewatch it i always notice some little detail that makes me froth at the mouth-

and the Leap of Faith scene....God the Leap of Faith scene. i ugly cry every time. because i hear them talking to me. applying to that school, trying for the animation program, that was my leap of faith. and it worked. and i persevered.

so now, being exactly 25 days away from graduating from that very same school, i find myself extremely emotional that the sequel to the film that changed my life is coming out at the same time. ITSV set me up for high school, ATSV is setting me up for college. and while my college situation is a bit complicated rn (im on a waitlist for my dream school and theres a possibility i won't know the answer until july) i can't help but feel that everything is going to be ok. it just feels like history repeating itself yknow?

ive had this film to guide me on my journey these past four years, and soon it'll be films to guide me.

i already know i'm going to ugly sob during this movie same way i always do for the original. and i cannot wait to see how Miles and Gwen have grown. because i grew with them. and i can't wait to see where our journeys go from here <3

#yeah yeah sappy post i know #itsv means a lot to me and i needed to talk about this #my friends and family already know all this i cant even listen to the soundtrack or look at the art book without crying #yeah just some mel lore for you #this movie shaped the trajectory of the last four years of my life and thats not even a joke <3 #i cannot wait for saturday #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miles morales #moonflwer thoughts

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daisyful-gvf · 2 years

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honey & chamomile, peaches & cream (part 2)

18+

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pairings: jake x reader

tags: pwp, praise, sex toys, oral sex, kinda overstimulation, dirty talk

word count: 2.7k

notes: soo it was odd to write a follow up to a pwp bc there’s no plot to continue, but i tried!! i tried to keep the same jake and keep the theme of him spoiling you & being talkative. also this is vulgar again lmao. i hope u enjoy <33

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Your hips had begun to writhe again. There was no explaining it; you had tried to explain it to Jake. There was no sense in it. Maybe it was the moon, or some chemical, hormonal imbalance, who knows.

You were just insatiable some days.

Sometimes it was awful; in the middle of tour, or when you had work all day long. Today was not like that, though. This was lucky.

It was only saturday, and you both laid in bed, watching comfort movie upon comfort movie.

A thick, already damp towel laid at the end of the bed, and the toy sat plugged in on your nightstand. Jake’s hair was a mess, tangled and wet with god knows what at this point. He had already came twice, and you four times. His cheeks were permanently flushed; a lovely sight.

After about twenty minutes of squirming and trying to save some shred of dignity, you could no longer resist the longing.

You pawed at his thigh, and instantly a shaky breath left him.

“Yeah?” he murmured, tilting your chin up to look at him from where your head was lolled against his chest, “Again?”

You nodded, biting your lower lip.

“Mmm,” he bit his lip, eyes flitting all over your face, “Okay, angel, let me get it. Drink some water for me.”

You nodded and did as he asked, sipping from the water bottle near you as he got up, grabbed the towel, and grabbed the poor, exhausted toy.

His hands still trembled with excitement when he grabbed it.

You’d already asked him about fifteen times today if you were being too much, did he really want to do this, etc, etc. You should have known from the sounds he made while you were getting off that he was plenty okay with this, but still, his gentle reassurances helped.

The simple fact was that he clearly had a thing for taking care of you; maybe you could call it a kink, maybe just something he liked. Bottom line was, he got off on getting you off, and you were plenty okay with that.

He laid the towel down towards the middle of the bed, and patted it gently, asking you to lay on it. You settled your hips down on top of it and reclined back onto a pillow.

“Baby,” he breathed, shaking his head, “We gotta figure out why this happens so we can make it happen more,” he chuckled, soothing a hand over your thigh.

“I told you—“

“I know, I know, you’re perfect already, I’m not being serious. I just think this would be an ideal way to spend all of our weekends.”

You snorted out a laugh, “Wouldn’t get anything done, babe.”

“I dunno,” he licked his lips, “this seems very productive.”

You laughed again.

“Lift your shirt up a bit, angel,” he directed softly. You hitched the oversized grey t shirt up above your pelvis, revealing a naked lower half.

“Wanna lift it any further?” he grinned. You shook your head, enjoying the security of the shirt. “That’s okay, angel. Whatever makes you comfy.”

He laid back down beside you, close, pressed against your side. He was in black sweatpants only; no boxers, no shirt. The most ideal way for him to be, aside from naked.

He rested the toy on your stomach, a slight tease, before taking your face in his palm to kiss you. Your lips were beginning to be sore from it, but just like everything else, gluttony was preferable today. It came with a little tenderness, but it was so worth it.

He traced his fingertips down your neck, down your sternum, over the toy, over your navel, and lower, slipping a finger gently against you. You hummed and pushed against it, but it didn’t last long.

“You need it?” his voice was low against the shell of your ear.

“Please, yeah,” You nodded, not feeling the need to waste any time with pleasantries. You did need it.

He groaned; amusing, because this wasn’t a surprise at this point. This was the fifth time the toy found his hand today; he already knew.

“So fucking sweet,” he rasped into your ear, “Letting me take care of you all day, huh? You know I will, hm? Take such good care of her?”

“Jake,” you whined, “Please, yes.”

“I will, I will,” he soothed, trailing the toy down your stomach, “I’ll baby your clit all day, angel. Whatever you need.”

You sucked in a breath and bit back a whine.

“You like that, angel? Knowing I’m gonna take care of you?“

A desperate groan fell from you as you nodded, watching his large hand wrapped around it, lowering down your body.

The toy was pink, and it was your new favorite thing. It had one suction end, and one separate end with it’s own pulse, designed to nestle inside you.

Without fail, every time, the oversensitivity from the orgasm it gave you made a mess—it didn’t take long to understand the need for a towel.

It wasn’t a similar sensation to having Jake inside you. That was warm and close and full. This was electrifying and overwhelming and somehow still teasing. You couldn’t stop wanting it.

Jake loved it—‘loved’ may be a bit too reserved, even. It pulled him apart to see you come undone from it.

“Relax, angel,” he murmured low, rubbing the penetrative end of the silicone against you.

To say you were wet would be an understatement—you didn’t know how your body was doing this for so long, but you were quite literally dripping.

He eased the toy against your entrance as he licked at your exposed jaw. His left hand was under your head, cradling it.

Gently, he eased it inside you.

“You wanna set it, or me?” he said softly, eyes watching your face closely. He looked mesmerized.

“You can, you know which one,”

He nodded and clicked the little button on the toy to bring it to to life. You groaned at the low vibration.

He clicked through the different settings until he landed on one the vibration pattern you prefered. You sighed, relaxing into the feeling. This alone was nice, but nothing drastic.

“Kiss me,” he muttered, lulling your head gently towards him with a tilt of his palm.

You look his lips into yours fervently, enjoying the safe and warm feeling.

As he kissed you, you could feel him fumbling with the other end of the toy, then tracing over your clit with his pointer finger, mapping you out. As slowly as one could, he nestled the suction part of the toy over your clit.

You gasped out a moan into his mouth, arching your back off the bed, and he reciprocated with a low hum.

He pulled away from the kiss gently and watched your face.

Your body was immediately warm; flushed, buzzing. It was divine, and the exact reason you kept coming back to this today. There was never enough of this. It made you feel like you were on the brink of orgasm the entire time; the best part, the sweetest teasing.

“Good?” he murmured, grinning slightly.

You nodded, gasping again, hands fumbling to grab onto something.

Your left hand found the sheets, your right, his bicep.

“Good girl, squeeze me as hard as you need,” he soothed, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

Your head was spinning already—it was over sensitive, but in a tempting way, not painful.

You could only gasp, groan, or grit out the occasional curse. There was no way for you to make a request, or form any coherent thought. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He filled in the gaps.

“You look so hot, angel,” he whimpered, “so fucked,” he bit your jaw, “Wrapped around this sweet little toy. You love it, babe? Seems like you love it.”

You nodded, hips stuttering away from the bed, legs beginning to tremble.

“Oh, angel, look at you,” he whispered. He rubbed the back of your head with his pads of fingers, “You’re shaking, poor thing. Does it feel that good?”

You let out some high pitched agreement, and he cursed in return.

“Fuck, oh,” he whimpered as if he was the overstimulated one, “Fuck, you’re so hot. I can’t decide if you look better like this, or when you actually cum.”

“Jake,” you rasped out. You didn’t know why, there was no specific reason to get his attention, but you just needed. He seemed to understand.

“I’m here, angel, I’m right here,” he kissed you, something that quickly devolved into a sloppy embrace of tongues. He was whimpering left and right.

“Come here,” he pulled away and his eyes met yours with an intensity that made you feel shy, “Let me watch your eyes roll back.”

You groaned, letting him observe with rapt attention, pupils blown and eyelids heavy.

It was nothing you had to force; the sweet vibration and the gentle pulse inside you had your eyes rolling back over and over.

“Fuck, there we go,” he murmured, “I bet your pretty cunt is loving this, angel, huh? I bet she feels so good,”

“Jake,” you groaned again. The next word was breathier, “fuck,”

“I know, I know,” he soothed, “My trembling girl. Relax, angel, let yourself have it.”

You took a shaky breath and bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Your whole body was vibrating, flooded with heat, your brain felt like it was floating, dopamine-high.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re so warm, I can feel it without even touching you,” he stretched a finger out from the hand holding the toy and touched your center gently, “So fucking wet. Come on, angel, let go, be good and cum for me.”

Your eyes rolled back particularly hard and you were gripping his bicep so hard you knew there would be small crescent shaped bruises where your fingernails bit at his skin.

“Such a good girl,” he purred against your jaw, “Let me see it, angel, let me see you make a mess,”

You listened to the thrum of the vibration going through you, felt it deep in your pelvis, and soon you could not contain it. Your head thrashed back and forth, your legs and hands trembled, and finally, so sweetly, it hit you.

“Oh!” You yelped, head slamming back. The warmth coursed over you and soaked your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake was whimpering, strategically moving the toy a bit to try and not hurt you with overstimulation, “Oh, fuck, angel, good girl, good girl, there you go, soak my fuckin’ hand, that’s so fuckin’ good…”

His rambling trailed off as he started kissing your jaw, and you were left blissed-out, melting into the bed.

Soon, all he was saying against your skin was, “that’s a good girl, good girl, angel, such a good girl,” in such a soft whisper it was barely even intelligible.

He started to move the toy away from you, but you whined; the soft buzzing against you was leaving you in some sort of drawn out orgasm, and as long as it wasn’t directly on your clit, it was nice.

“Want it to stay?” He murmured, kissing your cheek.

You nodded and offered a small, “Mmhm.”

“Okay, babe,” he kissed you, holding the toy kindly against you still, “You sure? It’s not too much?“

“No, it’s nice,” you spoke against his mouth.

He hummed, licking into your mouth. You wish you could have suspended that feeling into the rest of time and just lived in it forever—the subtle pleasure from your hips, the warmth of his mouth.

As he pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you intently. His tongue swept over his bottom lip.

“God damn, I’m so turned on. I don’t know how I’m even hard after everything earlier,” he breathed, “You have no idea how much I love watching you like this.”

You laughed, soft and easy, “Yeah?” you teased, touching his face, “M’glad. Thank you for being so sweet.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, dear,” he grinned.

After a moment of silence, he swiftly slipped down the bed, settling between your legs.

“Jake,” you groaned at the implication.

“Mmm?” he hummed, swiping the sticky hair from his face, holding the toy still, gripping your thigh with his other hand.

You couldn’t find anything to say, and instead just let your head fall back.

He dropped the suction part of the toy, just leaving the vibrator inside you.

His hands firmly gripped at your thighs, and then, like warm velvet, his tongue lapped over you.

“Jake, oh—” his name was a broken plea.

He hummed into you, licking warm and slow.

“Not trying to make you cum,” he murmured, “Just wanna baby her,” he lapped again as you whimpered, “You’re so swollen, angel. Does this feel nice?” he licked again, brown eyes meeting yours, tender tongue slipping over you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Gentle, please,”

“I will be,” he whispered with another kitten lick, “I’ll be so sweet to her, angel, just relax.”

He lapped lazy stripes over you, humming and groaning into you, hair sticking to his forehead. He went on for a while, and you let yourself be blissed-out and distant. Let him just take care of you.

After several minutes, he raised his head, his chin slick, his nose red, lips flushed. He grinned softly.

He turned the vibration off and slipped the toy out of you slowly. Then, he crawled up your body, leaving feather-light kisses here and there.

When he reached your face, he smiled wide at you.

“Hey, angel,” he kissed your nose, “feel better?”

You nodded and bit your lip in a grin, “Much.”

“Mm,” he kissed your cheek before laying beside you again, “I’m enjoying the hell out of this,” he smiled in a cocky way, “Hope you’re not getting too worn out yet.”

You laughed, touching his bare torso, “It always feels that way until I wait a bit,” you murmured, “I doubt I’m really worn out just yet.”

He grinned, “How many times we gonna do this today, huh? I’m hoping for double digits,” he smiled wildly.

“We’ll see, babe, we’ll see. How about you? You gonna join me again?”

He licked his lip, “I’d say no, cause I don’t think I’ve came three times in one day since I was a teenager, but fuck,” he laughed, “This might be the day.”

“Mm,” you bit your lip, “I think we should try. In a bit.”

He nodded, “Anything for you. Drink your water, angel, and come lay between my legs. Gonna braid your hair before it gets all knotted up with you thrashing your head around,”

You wanted to laugh, but it was sweet, so you blushed instead.

“Gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” you said.

He nodded, “I’ll clean up and grab your hair brush.”

When you returned, he had plugged the toy back in, gotten a fresh towel, and sat on the bed with your hairbrush on his thigh. He gave you a welcoming grin and patted between his legs.

You sat between them as he asked, letting your mind go a bit fuzzy, watching the movie with hooded eyes, sipping your water, and focusing on the feeling of his hands swiping through your hair tenderly.

“You’re my girl, you know that?” He kissed your neck as he slipped the hair tie ring from his middle finger and secured it at the end of your braid.

You nodded, because yeah, you knew. He could never let you forget, and you loved him for it.

You laid back against his warm, naked chest and he sighed heavily.

“Just relax on me, angel. Take a nap if you need to. Let me know when you need it again, okay?” he murmured into your hair, his fingers stroking over your forearms.

You nodded and craned your neck to look up at him.

“You’re perfect, Jacob,” you grinned, “Really. You are.”

He blushed, as you knew he would at the use of the name.

“You’re too sweet for me not to be, angel. I’d do it all for you. Need you to feel cherished.”

“Mm. I love you.”

“Love you, angel.”

He kissed you softly, brief but sincere.

You nuzzled your head back into his chest and tugged the throw blanket over your legs, letting yourself go into the Saturday afternoon, waiting patiently for whatever may come next.

fin.

#gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #greta van smut #gvf smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fics #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka x reader

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kivaember · 1 month

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me writing some young jupiter... i enjoy it bc walt and mich are just dumb 20 year olds fighting over such dumb things before The Horrors start... (well the horrors have already started for walter but this is like a beach episode for him).

hrngh i wanna do some mindless low energy drabbles with these two...

Speak of the devil.

Walter grunted as he peeled himself off his bed and zombie shuffled to his bedroom door. He only opened it by a crack, glowering at the intruder with a distinctly unimpressed look.

As always, Michigan’s chest was too fucking big. It was the first damn thing he saw.

“Kohler! Good, you’re still awake!” Michigan said, as always a master of the obvious.

“I’m sleepwalking, actually,” Walter deadpanned.

Michigan guffawed, planting his hands on his hips like he thought he was some big shot superhero on a Saturday morning cartoon. “Always quick on the draw with those jokes of yours! Anyway, I’m glad I caught you-”

“You knocked on my bedroom door. I wouldn’t call that ‘catching’.”

Michigan ignored him. “I was thinking, since tomorrow’s our rest day, why don’t we get to know each other a bit better? We’ve been roommates for a week, and we’ve barely talked!”

you make that sound like a bad thing, Walter almost said, physically biting his tongue to restrain his instinctive anti-social tendencies. This was fortuitous for him, he tried to convince himself. Michigan was doing all the heavy lifting here, making the first move. Walter just had to keep the momentum going.

But he’d wanted to sleep tomorrow. He was exhausted. Just where did Michigan get all this energy? Maybe he was genetically engineered in a lab somewhere, designed to be as annoying and exhausting as possible, a true social menace to introverts like himself.

He wanted to refuse so badly, but…

The mission.

Walter heaved a quiet sigh. “...why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care if we’ve barely talked?” Walter grunted. “I’m working class scum. A sewer rat. Though, I think the upper class calls us… drones, right? Like we’re mindless ants in a nest?”

Michigan’s open friendliness faltered a little, his expression tightening into a grimace. “Well…”

“Isn’t it a bad look for you to be willingly mingling with a person like me?” Walter drawled.

“Like I give a damn!” Michigan snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. He scowled fiercely. “I told you on that shitty obstacle course: my old man’s washed his hands of me. My rep’s already in the gutter, and that’s just how I like it. In fact, if my old man hears I’m running around with a dro- working class recruit, he’d probably have a meltdown. It’s win/win, in my eyes.”

“Hm.”

“C’mon, Kohler.” Michigan’s mouth curved into a far too knowing smirk. “You’ll stand to gain too.”

“Really.” Walter mimicked him, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head to the side. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’ll be in it for me?”

“Money,” Michigan said immediately.

“Money,” Walter repeated flatly.

“Money.” Michigan’s smirk widened. “I mean, as a rentboy, you’d be-”

Walter started to shut his door.

“Wait! Wait, wait! Joke! Joking!” Michigan hastily wedged his foot in the door, and stoically endured Walter closing the door on it a few times before he stopped. “Ow! You little- you’re a feral little bitch, you know that?”

“It’s one of my charm points,” Walter huffed. “That’s one strike, by the way.”

“I’m on a strike system?!”

“Yeah.”

Michigan looked like he was going to say a lot about that, but he wisely swallowed it down at the last second. “Ugh, well, worthwhile things don’t come easily…”

“You have anything else to offer me, or was money the only card you had to play?” Walter asked, genuinely a little curious. He supposed if you grew up amongst the privileged ranks of the executives, there probably was little money couldn’t buy you.

“Erugh… shoulda known you wouldn’t be that easy,” Michigan bemoaned. “You did say you were expensive. Well, let’s see… hmm… uh… food?”

“You already make me food.”

“More food?”

Walter started closing the door again.

#armored core #armored core 6 #handler walter #g1 michigan #fanfic #there's just smth where like they have this pocket of normalcy for a bit #but walter intentionally tosses it all away and abandons it #to pursue his mission #bc the coral has consumed his life #even when given multiple chances to move on #he's still stuck on rubicon....

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altschmerzes · 8 months

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Gav, in the tags of your last wippet you talked about how they weren't going to send Jamie back to his dad because he's back in manchester and now I have the burning and probably spoilery question of does that mean Jamie commutes to Richmond from Manchester or is he living on his own in Richmond?

YEAH SO. here's the situation vis a vis Where DOES Jamie Live in wriggle up on dry land when things start moving around a la his departure from richmond in 1x06 and his return in 2x02 -

the move back to manchester happens bc his dad has been chomping at the bit to get out of london and back to the city he loves, which makes sense. jamie didn't really like being there at first either, not until he made friends and started working at nelson road. and so when he and his dad move back, it's as soon as possible after his dad gets a job offer up there and a friend offers to let them stay with him until they find a new flat or something. and the final straw is rebecca arranging for jamie to get a job doing similar stuff at the man city training facilities and the arrival of a break in school for him so there's no excuse left to keep them in london.

(this is the wriggle up version of the loan termination. rebecca does not have ANY idea that he's being hurt at home and she feels like, revolted when she realizes that he was and that by allowing james to more easily move them back to manchester she unwittingly facilitated his isolation and further harm. she's NOT a Bad Guy here, she genuinely thought she was helping this boy and his single dad out here. i wanna be clear with that.)

and so when he decides to come back, he does so by like...... james is NOT returning to london. jamie also doesn't have a job anymore though because he left his job at city's facilities to be part of a. youth shakespeare troupe. called gen b(ard). and james doesn't like him much anyway so having him out of the house for a while isn't like... the worst thing, to james.

so what happens is he stays in manchester during the week at school, and takes the bus down to richmond after school friday, stays with one of his friends on a rotating basis (shannon's house, then dean's, then ella's, etc) and then goes back up to manchester late sunday evening. this is an insane thing to do for a part time job. everyone is fully aware this is an insane thing to do for a part time job. it is an HOURS long bus ride and he won't accept a train pass from rebecca because it's Too Much (he does accept the club covering his bus tickets after a while though).

but everyone can tell this is like. very important to him and you know how sixteen year olds can be. so they just. do what they can to make it easier for him. he's tired all the time, but he was like that before. he studies and does his homework on the bus. it's a whole.... it's tough. it's really tough, but he gets by. it does make it tricky though sometimes like when he comes to work on a saturday sick and it's not like he can just slink home because home is a four hour bus ride away and so that's why roy is like. fuck it okay i'll look after him.

#gav gab #gav answers #asteria-argo #fic: wriggle up on dry land #writing liveblog #abuse ref

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coffinlid · 3 months

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If y’all wanna hear some shit read below the cut. It’s a lot. Sorry 🩷

OK SO! Yesterday I go into work at 4 and one of my coworkers immediately tells me that the restaurant is closed Saturday. I was like oh ok…. Why? Like shut down for the day or…. And he said no like the business is shutting down forever. He kinda jumped the gun bc soon after the director of operations (Pete) gathers all of the evening crew around and lets us know the situation.

(I’m gonna try to explain some context without being confusing. The company I work for owns 3 restaurants. The restaurant I work at is technically not owned by them, but they manage it for the original owner/landlord. The landlord (who fucked off to the Dominican Republic because he’s in trouble with the law) saw our finances for the first time in like a year and decided to just shut it all down. He has no restaurant experience and doesn’t understand the concept of slow season in the food world. Yes, business has been slow since November. However, we are ALWAYS popping off spring-fall. Business BOOMS. Well. Landlord guy gave our company an ultimatum.)

Pete explains that himself, the CEO, and I guess some of the other corporate people tried reasoning with landlord and even just begged to let the restaurant stay open until spring when business picks up. Landlord said they could do 3 things:

1. Buy the restaurant from him for an astronomical amount

2. Continue to run the restaurant but with absolutely no financial support from him from now on (which we were already kind of doing for a year…)

3. Shut down the whole bitch

Our company can’t afford to keep the restaurant with no support so they had to concede to landlord and just shut the whole thing down. And it had to be on Saturday. There was no reasoning with him. This took absolutely EVERYBODY by surprise. EVERYBODY, including corporate and head management of the restaurant, got a total of 2! DAYS! of notice.

I could tell when I walked into work yesterday that Pete and my two managers had been crying a lot. I know the GM is gonna float between the other restaurants as a training coordinator, but I have no clue what’s gonna happen to the assistant manager bc there are no other management positions available in the company. She’s pretty much just been hung out to dry. With 2 days notice.

My front of house and back of house coworkers were all discussing where we’re gonna go from here and what the fuck we do now. 2 days to find a new job. Everybody was scrambling to get each other’s socials so we can all keep in touch. This fucking sucks dude. I loved coming into work just for my coworkers, not even the work itself. I know it’s a cliche that companies call themselves a “family” but honestly truly we really were a little family.

Pete wants us all to stay within the company if we can, and I know at least 3 of us are going to transfer to one of the other restaurants. It’s technically not the end of the world, at least for servers. But I have no clue if the other restaurants have any space for back of house employees. I know I’m never gonna see some of these people ever again.

And we have a whole ass brewery in the back. And we JUST CHANGED THE MENU AND INVESTED IN ALL THIS OTHER SHIT JUST LAST FRIDAY!!!! We had 1 week with the new menu and that’s it. Everything is completely stocked. There are so many fixtures and plants and technology, so much new merch that we just bought.

Somehow a mass text went out to all the other stores and restaurants on our street that we were shutting down and we had so many people walking in to share their condolences. But this text went out before most of the restaurant even knew about it. So when they came in some of us were like uh… what are you talking about…. How the fuck did that happen???? No one knows who sent the text.

On the bright side, I got a SHIT TON of sympathy tips last night and made almost $200.

It was going to be my last night since I wasn’t scheduled for the next 2 days but thankfully my manager added me to the roster for Saturday night. So I will be there for the end of it all 🥲

#long post #I hope the cut actually works on mobile #so yeah I’m technically out of a job in 2 days #but I just got an offer letter for the funeral home so it’s not like I’m scrambling #THIS SHIT SUUUCCCCCKKKKSSSSSS #tt #I’m gonna miss my people so bad I think I might cry on Saturday

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taylor · 10 months

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If the following situation happened to you, how would you feel? Because I’m really hurt and pissed but maybe I’m missing something obvious?

- Last Tuesday, my friend Jordyn invited me and another friend to a bar this weekend on Saturday (last night).

- Saturday morning (yesterday) she texts the group chat and verifies we’re still down for the night - the plan at this point is meet at Jordyn’s house at 7 to leave together to the bar.

- It’s 6:30 PM and I’ve been cleaning the house and realize I’m going to be late, so I call Jordyn to let her know I’ll just meet her at the bar. She doesn’t answer, so I check my texts and see that I missed where she said at 3:40 PM in the group text: “Change of plans no bar tonight the vibe is weird”. I reply back asking about the vibe being weird and she texts me one on one saying she’ll call me in 10 minutes and I’m like sweet cool that’s fine - that’s at 6:30 PM. (for context, she was at a friend’s graduation, and had to see a girl she’s been in a semi-fight and big misunderstanding with, so my assumption is the “vibe” being off was due to this other girl and her boyfriend, who Jordyn had been somewhat involved with at some point.)

- I’m not the kind of person who thinks 10 minutes HAS to always mean 10 minutes, so I continue cleaning and an hour and 20 minutes go by and I decide to text her like bestie what’s the tea i’m so curious (this is at like 7:50 PM i think?) and right after i send it I open my find my friends app and I see Jordyn literally pull up at the bar, like the timing was insane to actually see her pull up like that.

- So she’s at the bar, that she said earlier tonight wasn’t happening anymore. I’m pissed because I feel like somewhere along the line she lied to me and I don’t understand why. Either she lied about me being invited to the bar in the first place, which doesn’t make sense, or she lied about it being cancelled, or just lied by omission. I ended up checking her location like 4 hours later and she was still at the bar (she’s home now so she didn’t leave her phone there like she’s done before lol).

…would y’all feel the same anger/resentment/sadness/etc that I feel? Because Jordyn and I recently got into a huge argument where I told her I felt she didn’t value our friendship because she kept cancelling plans last minute and I just wanted to hang out with her and it felt like I didn’t matter enough to her for her to always come up with an excuse for why today wouldn’t work - to her credit, though, when we finally talked things through 2 weeks later, she apologized for always cancelling or changing plans and said she’d try to be better about it (which is all anyone can ask for, for someone to TRY, and the result is MORE time with my bestie, which I always want). Then this happens not even a week after we reconciled over her CANCELLING AND CHANGING PLANS ALL THE TIME? like maybe i’m just an idiot but it seems to me like maybe not ideal to cancel plans with someone only to keep those same plans actually and just lol never reply to them?

Also, I texted her a few minutes later after I saw her get to the bar and I suggested seeing a movie or going to the bar anyway - I didn’t wanna be the weirdo who’s like I SEE YOURE AT THE BAR WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT but honestly i was hoping she’d just say “omg come on by, the plans are back on!!” bc i was literally ready to go out and have fun, and i wanted to even try to give her an “out” where she could see i was still trying to make something happen, but wasn’t calling her out (even tho i probably rightfully could have). so anyway, i did text her at 8 pm with that idea and then at like 12:45 she’s still at the fucking bar and has yet to text me back, which will probably happen tomorrow but until then i’m just left to sit here and wonder what the fuck just happened and maybe she just doesn’t want me around? am i oblivious to this and maybe i’ve been recently annoying her and she felt like she had no option but to not re-invite me? or had no option but to lie? she’s like my best friend irl and so i don’t want to lose her but i don’t like this icky feeling i’ve got going on

#personal #i’m just idk maybe i have no right to be sad about this but i am #and i’m just confused #why not text me back

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wooahaes · 2 years

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marital bliss

pairing: non-idol!husband!dokyeom x fem!reader

prompt: im wearing fox pajama pants and the right person would find that sexy just bc its me /hj

word count: ~1.2k

warnings: two goofs married and in love talk about sex. also implied smut afterward. mentions of being sick (reader mentions having the flu in the past). intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: not to be like ‘i wanna be married SOOO BAD’ but god i wanna be married to the love of my life sooo bad.

lazy saturdays with seokmin felt rare. being able to spend the entire day in bed watching whatever the two of you felt like watching was always something you could treasure considering how much the two of you had something else to do--work, family to visit, errands to run. it felt obvious to think, but having your husband pressed against your back, arms securely wrapped around you as you make use of the television you kept in your room for days like these was always somewhere near the top of the things you loved about being married to him. number one would always be “being married to the love of your life,” sure, but lazy saturdays with him fell somewhere underneath cooking together and hearing the words “good morning” alongside a gentle kiss but somewhere above relaxing baths together. you’d make the list one day, just to know where things actually stood in comparison to one another.

he’d press a kiss against your neck, saying nothing as he continued to watch the drama he’d been begging you to watch with him. his friend said it was really good, and seokmin always wanted to enjoy things with you. the couple had kissed for the first time a few episodes ago and now was going through some dramatic stuff regarding their lust for one another--you admittedly were more preoccupied noticing how cute your husband was when he was invested in stuff like this.

but watching the female lead made you... wonder about a few things. it wasn’t that the novelty of love had disappeared or anything--far from it. you and seokmin were happy with each other, knew what each other liked, and both of you knew how to satisfy one another when it came to sex. but you always wondered if he missed the early days of your relationship when things were... more passionate, maybe. when you’d occasionally dress with the explicit intent of riling him up. that had been back when the two of you were dating and just started having sex, bodies seeming to crave one another like crazy due to the magic of having a new partner.

the male lead pressed her against the wall, lips locked in a steamier kiss than you expected to see. you felt seokmin’s grip around you tighten just ever-so-slightly, him settling in a little closer. sex scenes in things weren’t usually what riled either of you up (other things were different, but in movies or tv shows they were typically too quick to start and fade to black for either of you to really get in the mood anymore). you had your fair share of steamy kisses with seokmin, sure, but...

“do you miss that kind of thing?” you mused aloud, and only realized you did so after he answered with a soft “hm?“ before slightly pulling away. “never mind, honey, i was just--”

“not really?” he admitted. he unwound his arms from around you, sitting up. “do you?”

sure, passionate sex was great, but... you liked the way things were now. the two of you could spice things up whenever you were in the mood, but you liked how laid-back the two of you had become with time. “i was just curious,” you shrugged, pausing the show in order to turn to him. “i mean... i dunno,” you sighed, “we’ve seen a lot of stuff.”

“we have,” he chuckled. “very specific stuff.”

you lightly pushed at his shoulder, smiling at the way he laughed. “you know what i mean!” and then you settled back into your spot. “i just don’t want you to feel like sex is boring. i mean, when was the last time i wore lingerie for you?”

“you don’t have to wear lingerie for me,” he said. “i think you’re sexy as you are now.”

you took one glance at the oversized t-shirt and pajama pants with little teddy bears printed on them (seokmin typically stole the matching top from you just to match) after he said that. “uh-huh.”

“you are!” he laughed, reaching out for your hands. “you’re always sexy because you’re my wife and i love you. name one time you aren’t sexy.”

“when i had the flu last year and you had to take care of me because i could barely move from the bathroom.”

he laughed softly again. “but you were still sexy.”

“gross,” you whined as he pulled you into his arms. “nasty man. i looked like shit.”

“do you think i’m gross when i’m sick, then?”

... you didn’t want to say yes, because sure the gross part was the whole ‘being sick’ thing. but even when he was sick, you loved him nonetheless. nothing could truly destroy that, if you were honest. in sickness and in health, after all. “i mean...”

he gasped, clearly taking a little pleasure in teasing you over this. “you think i’m ugly--”

“i think you’re sick when you’re sick, bubs,” you took his face into your hands. “i still love your sick face, but i don’t think about it like mmm, yeah, that’s so hot, i’d jump his bones right now--”

“that’s not what i meant!” he pouted at you. “i just think you’re always sexy because you’re always you and i love you.” seokmin’s hands traveled lower, down your sides and toward your hips. he toyed with the waistband of your pants. “even with the teddy bear pants.”

“really?” you smiled at him, shifting every so slightly so that he was pressed against the bed underneath you.

“i think... i prefer them off,” he whispered, serious for about half a second before he started cracking up. “sorry! sorry--”

the first time the two of you had sex, he’d tried the same line on you. you asked him what romance novel he got that one from and before he could backpedal too far, you told him to get over there and kiss you because you were already falling hard for the man.

“you’re so cute,” you laughed. “i think i’d like them off, too,” and you leaned in to kiss him, stopping just before you could do so. “y’know... i really love you, you big goof."

seokmin kissed you gently, reaching up to gently curve a hand around the back of your neck. when he pulled away for a moment, still laid against the bed underneath you, he looked at you with the softest look in his eyes. the same way he looked at you every morning when he saw you, whenever you surprised him at work, the day the two of you got married... and then it went away as he hissed in pain. “sorry--” he started, reaching to push you back just enough that he could readjust. “sorry,” he said again, “there was a spot in my back--”

“oh, shit,” you sat back, “do you want me help--”

“no!” he said, laughing, “no, i’m fine--” he propped himself up by the elbows, still smiling at you. “did... did i ruin the moment?”

you only laughed before you brushed his hair back from his face. “just kiss me, you dork.”

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #seokmin x reader #seokmin x you #dokyeom x you #dokyeom x reader

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livingasaghost · 7 months

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september was not great folks, but we're trying <3

in the saddest realization of the season i discovered that my favorite part of the day is my 40m drive to work because it's chilly and i can see a lot of trees and the morning light and i also am in the perfect headspace to listen to Good Music and it's like when i used to make my morning playlists for opening the coffeeshop except soooo much more enjoyable

been listening to lots of holly humberstone and NF's new album and justin vernon stuff (bon iver, BRM, etc) and unfortunately gracie abrams - there's just something about all these artists being like "I AM THE PROBLEM ITS ME IM SORRY" that just speaks to me! that's not concerning at all!

laura and i talked for like two hours last night and it was like old times and god i really do miss when we'd just ride the same bus home and i could walk to her house ):

i've been trying to make taylor's chai cookies for like a week and i realized i absolutely have time to make them today so i'm trying to buck up the energy to do that in the next two hours before i have to be a person and go to a photoshoot

"good day" by olivia barton

i'm trying to get back into crying in h mart because mom finished reading it and we're supposedly buddy reading it so we can discuss it but i haven't felt like reading all month because i've been depressed...but like damn cancer sucks guys

in other news, i think because i've had such a shitty brain month this september i've almost pushed myself so far that halloween season sounds really fun!!! i'm trying to work through my halloween hate bc i think it's kind of silly and all my friends love halloween so i should love it too! and like i wanna watch spooky movies and be chilly and have FUN! god!

i kinda forgot a vital piece of jennalore which is that when i was a kid my mom's college roommate used to send us frosted sugar cookies shaped like bats every halloween and it was actually kinda the best thing ever? so i'm trying to channel that energy this season

work is batshit insane and i'm so exhausted by it i literally slept for 11hrs on like wednesday night bc i was so tired but also......when we're busy i always feel like i'm actually Doing Something and my bosses are so happy with the work i do so like.....it's good even though it's bad!

therapy has actually been really really good? like it Sucks bc it's therapy and i hate talking about my feelings but my therapist is the sweetest NB person ever and they're always just like "uhhh that's emotional abuse my dude!" and i'm so fucking excited bc at the end of october they're gonna have saturday openings which means i can finally go talk to them in person and not on my lunch break in our tiny break room!!!! at this point i have to pretend like my coworker can't hear everything i say during therapy otherwise i'd go insane so i always leave my sessions being like ......did max hear that i'm aroace and i have depression and i might be neurodivergent??? idk!!!

which speaking of, even though max and i definitely aren't like friends by any sense of the word....we are also just like having a time together! it's wild i see him most out of all the people i know but i think we're both going a little insane from the workload and being Depressed so we just spend all day being kinda wacky and for whatever reason i've reached a point where i stopped having a filter with him so i just start talking about the most random shit and he's cool with it lol

i think i might maybe be a little lonely! idk! i've been struggling to figure out what i need or who to talk to and i generally just want to talk to like two or three of my friends or my gc and everyone's just busy ): but then when i have the chance to talk to anyone and i Sit Down to try to interact bc i know some people are probably around i just get a little overwhelmed idk make it make sense!!!

and i realized i don't have a lot of IRL friends anymore bc a lot of the ones i had from the coffeeshop are Not My Friend and the ones i met on instagram are also Not My Friend and the ones i used to live with are Not My Friend and so my list of people to hang with is teeny tiny and idek what i need or want anymore so it's just my brain screaming .

the most frustrating thing rn is that i know i'm in a bad mental place however i cannot distinguish what i need! but when someone asks me what i need i get this intense panic/dread and i spiral real bad and if anyone tries to be kind to me it makes me feel worse and so it's like....i'm stuck in this stand still where i can't get what i need but i don't know what i need so i just eat cereal, listen to music, and go to bed early!!!

i don't wanna watch anything, i still haven't finished this season of only murders, i need a DVD player bc i want to watch the director's commentary of hill house, there's a bunch of shows and movies coming out soon that i feel overwhelmed by at the moment and it's just like !!! this is all so unfair

and i need to make all these appointments like getting my oil changed and going to the doctor for my annual but i cannot bring myself to do those things but also like should i ask my doctor about medication for depression??? surely it isn't that serious but like maybe it is idk!!!!

the depression isn't as bad as it's been in the past (i think?) like i felt a lot more hopeless in 2017 and i think a lot of that is because i do have a support system and a therapist and a good paying job and things to look forward to but like i'm very aware that many days i do just feel that feeling of "everything is meaningless and nothing will bring me joy ever again" so it's like !!! idk!!!! maybe i'm gaslighting myself into thinking i'm not that bad when in actuality i am!!!

i've just been stuck in that space of middle limbo with all my "diagnoses" that i cannot rationally understand if i'm allowing myself to see myself the way i am? like i always felt like i wasn't depressed enough to be Depressed bc i'm not suicidal but like ??? that's silly !!! maybe i am Depressed!!!!! but i don't even know how to go about getting meds and what they would do and it's almost more overwhelming to think about that than to just be depressed ): bc i still am convinced a lot of it comes down to the heat and the lingering effects of summer

but now i'm thinking about 2021 when it was the bad times and i stopped working on creative stuff or literally any year from 2017-2020 when i just spent the early fall Not Creating and having a crisis that i'd never create again and it's like.............is that bc i'm always depressed around this time? it's comforting bc i know life is seasons and i will come back around to making things and doing my silly projects but it's just sort of making me wonder how it would be different if i tried to find a way to get meds ....like would that Fix Me....would that Solve the Problem....what if it doesn't! what if i'm not depressed enough for that!

(this is all just thoughts, i'm fine, etc, just haven't let myself fully think about the depression this month bc i don't think there's a solution rn i'm just trying to get through it)

anyway, "good day" by olivia barton

#personal #it really is not that bad!!!#and yet...the horrors

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dare-to-dm · 2 years

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hi! i’m a relatively new follower but i was wondering if you took asks about dnd campaigns?

I’m kinda in a shorty spot rn. I’ve played dnd a lot but i never took it that seriously. i’ve moved several states away from home to go to college and my highschool friends back home wanted to start playing! i was pretty excited and i sorta dedicated myself to try and be better and 1) get into my character and 2) invest myself in my fellow players characters because i have been pretty bad at both of those. the guy dming hasn’t done it before so we did a short one shot last saturday (which went fine!) and another yesterday, bc we want him to be confident. between those two sessions i kinda redid my character just cause i didn’t like some stuff from the previous week. yesterday was very very bad.

part of the reason why the session yesterday sucked was cause i’m the only one online, i call in through discord and i have a hard time hearing them (although they can hear me well cause of a bluetooth) and i can’t see them cause our dm points the camera at the map. my character is a grumpy old guy and i’m trying really hard to roleplay that but it’s so hard when they can’t see me do physical mannerisms and i can’t interact with my friends. overall the session for me sucked because i struggled to hear people and it felt like i want actually there. then one my my friends characters killed my wolf that i had just tamed. so i quit and said i had to leave and left the call.

i was really upset about it this morning and so i was texting one of my friends and he said that it sucked for them because i wasn’t doing enough interaction , i kept being grumpy and not talking. and that i shouldn’t have tamed the wolf cause the other player had called dibs on it for meat (which i didn’t hear) ig from there perspective i was really rude during rp sections (i wasn’t trying to be, my character is an old guy and i was trying to play that. clearly not well)

and then there’s the combat. i’m pretty good at constructing characters and so i was consistently dealing more damage than other players and bc combat is my favorite part of the game, i tried to get really into and describe my attacks. last session our dm described our attacks and i was like hey! this my character i wanna say what he does! but i don’t actually know if that’s standard

anywya my friend told me that everyone was a little tired of my descriptions cause i would describe them vividly and take too long and that it kinda seemed like i was making myself the star of the show

idk where i’m going with this. i feel like maybe i should just quit and not come back for another session. i can’t be there in person anywya and obviously as things stands i’m making it less fun. i’m upset at myself and i feel bad for the way i acted cause i didn’t even realize it came across that way. i think i’ve been expecting too much of everyone involved and i know i should try and make it better by playing again but idk how to do that without sacrificing a character im really proud of and parts of the game i really love.

idk if these are the kinds of asks you usually get. you don’t have to answer if it’s not up your alley. i’m sorry for the really long message

Hey there! I do take asks, and I can definitely sympathize with your situation. I've been there before.

You've brought up several issues, any one of which would not be too hard to work out with your friends. But the combination of all of them is a doozy. Personally, I think being the only remote player is the toughest thing to deal with. It's very easy to feel isolated from your friends and like you can't actually get immersed in the role play, no matter how hard you try. In my experience, in order to make this work, you need to have one friend in particular really be your advocate to make sure you are heard and that you aren't missing anything. But even then, playing remotely might just not be fun for you. I know it isn't for me. When I was in this situation, I ended up bowing out of that particular group and finding a new group where I could play in person. That was tough, because the first group were people I had known for a long time, and finding a new group meant having to reach out to strangers. But it ended up being worth it, and I made some new friends.

As for the issue of you being rude, it sounds like if you were, it was unintentional not entirely unreasonable. After all, in some groups you would fit right in with vivid descriptions of your actions during combat. In fact, some would consider that a strength. While others might see it as grandstanding or slowing down the action. Personally, I would be cool with it, but if others are critical, that's fine as long as they give their feedback politely. I once had another player ask me to tone down my descriptions because they said it made them picture the gore too much, which was unpleasant for them. I didn't mind adjusting my style to their preference since they asked politely.

I'm sorry you had a bad experience! Rest assured that it's mostly not your fault. Honestly, you should probably seek a new group to play with. I know that's probably not what you want to hear, but I hope it doesn't make you want to give up on this hobby.

#asks #RPGs #Dare Original

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no-vamos · 8 months

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Heyo welcome back to novas endless pining. We’re about 5 weeks into school and a new crush has emerged(!!!!) unfortunately said crush is in the year beneath me despite being older than one of my friends in my grade. How M is in my grade despite being born in late September is so funny to me. Current crush CB is four months younger than me.

I think what’s weird about this crush is that it’s mostly induced by myself but most of it is just genuine curiosity about him. I feel like I know very little about him and I find it hard to read him. He’s super analytical and very careful about what he says, not necessarily in a kind way but more in a… self preservation way? I can’t tell if that’s a turnoff or not bc so far one of the things that’s really attractive about him to me is his arrogance. Ikik that sounds so strange but it’s honestly kinda attractive. I like a man who knows his worth.

So, he’s in my youth group, which is how I mainly interact with him. I’m currently really desperate to get to know him bc I wanna know what makes him tic. All last year he would just sit in the corner of the myf room and observe, but he would mainly stare at me. Or, I think he would. It’s hard to monitor where someone is looking when they mostly look at you, if that makes sense.

Anyways we had church retreat this past weekend and oh boy did I take the opportunity to try to corner this boy. Unfortunately he didn’t come until Saturday afternoon/night bc he had a cross country meet which made me super antsy. Anywyas when he did get there, he mostly hung out with S and I like normal, but somehow and I don’t actually remember how, I managed to get S and CB to come with me to go get my stuff from where I had been staying the night before. I mostly pestered S on the way there bc technically I’m closer with S than CB but on the way back I made CB hold my pillow and he didn’t complain??? He could’ve said no. In fact they didn’t have to come with me at all. Prior I had said like “bye” as they walked away bc I was waiting for another friend to get her stuff and S and CB just came back and I offered if they’d like to come with me to get my stuff and CB was like “sure” which is basically yes in his terms.

THEN I kinda hung out with their trio and eventually played this game with CB and some other MYF kids and I kinda purposely plonked myself next to him bc duh I wanna be closer to him but I had the excuse of my brother being right next to him so it was fine. Then omg this was fun I kinda pestered him the whole game about not trusting me and seeing him like smirk and try not to smile at me was just akajfbsjoaid. At some point I was pestering him about… something I don’t exactly remember and he was like “well I’m trying to formulate my thoughts so people don’t make decision based on them” or something like that and idk that was kinda hot bc I was pestering him about how the later it got the more he talked (but I was trying to make it out to be that he was talkative bc he was lying about not being it bc I knew who was it bc *i* was it lol)

Then in the morning we made “awkward” eye contact bc I had been up at ass o’clock in the morning and he had been woken up by my cousin kicking him in the head. Either way it was funny I made fun of him later about it. And then prior to lunch, our group was working on a puzzle and I was making small talk and also pestering him again and our youth pastor came up and this like sent butterflies into my stomach bc CB and I are going back and forth and our youth pastor goes “ha! Look at the way he’s trying not to smile” or something along the lines of “ha you’re trying so hard not to smile” and like ????? He was talking to me so he was trying not to show that he liked talking to me???? Was that it??? Idk but the butterflies man

Then when we were actually standing in line for lunch we’re talking about school and stuff and I’m explaining why I don’t like classes with this particular teacher that he really likes and stuff and he goes “well most people who don’t like his classes don’t like doing the work” and I’m like “ouch that makes me sound like a bad person” and he goes “well youre an exception” and of course I want to believe that he said that bc he genuinely thinks I’m smart and not bc i showed disappointment at being perceived like that by him.

also fun times, he sit across from me in choir, like directly across, bc for some reason the basses and sopranos face each other, and i was half poking fun at him always staring at me, and he got all like half defensive about how "theres no where else to look" which i mentally called bullshit bc im not always staring at him, but i like making funny faces at him across the room.

honestly i can talk so much about him but idk if id want to date him. another reason i like him so much is bc hed be both religious and financial security for me. were both mennonite and hes planning on becoming an architect, which all in all is a pretty well paying career. so thats attractive as well. physically, not to intentionally size shame, hes a bit more of the skinner side, but hes also 17 and a runner. im not necessarily skinny and ive learnt having so's that make being skinny a big thing about themselves makes me super insecure. hes definitely still growing into himself, but i do think hes more attractive than last year imo. part of me would like to go to banquet with him but i think id still want to go alone. idk where hes planning on going for college but im aiming for out of state so that puts me at distance.

anyways just wanted to debrief some crush thoughts

#crush thoughts #idk #i think im just bored #hes interesting #and smart #somehow i find arrogance atteactive rn #probably due to the fact my last bf was #not the confident

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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TW for possible assault, alcohol & drugs, graphic-ish description of what happened. I don't know what happened last saturday? I met this guy through tinder & agreed to meet him in a pub. he brought me a drink but it was too busy to hear each other so he takes me back to his place, gives me another drink and rolls a joint to share. I'm there thinking yes, I'd like to hook up with him, hashtag ho era and all that, and then he starts kissing me. and it's. not great. (1/?) - sunshine anon

It's also kind of rough. But, like, whatever, I've dealt with bad kissers before I guess. At some point he asks if I wanna give him oral and I'm like... a little shaken by the kissing still but I say sure. I start and I'm sort of struggling with it and I say that it's hard for me (i think at this point I was starting to want out of the situation) and he just says it's hot that I'm struggling and does the hair grabbing thing. (2/?)

obvs I'm not doing a great job because I kind of don't wanna be doing it anymore so he asks if I wanna have sex- and at this point I think I say something along the lines of "uh okay I guess" because I'm thinking the sex will be better than the oral/kissing was and hey, i'm in his home, I've had his drinks and alcohol, whatever. So he sort of starts grabbing me and putting me where he wants me- in a position I know is painful for me but I was struggling to make words until (3/?)

He's about to put it in, at that point I kind of snap back into my head and say I brought condoms bc like. If we're gonna do this I wanna be safe about it. So he puts one on, goes back to putting me where he wants me and starts. It immediately hurts too much for me to deal with so I say that, but I can't remember if I said to stop but after a few minutes he takes me over to the couch so I'm on top (4/?)

I give it a go but again it's hurting too much and then it becomes apparent that he just doesn't seem to care. Like I'm visibly in pain and squirming and keep saying it hurts and he's just bouncing me up and down. At some point I think I tell him to stop again instead and he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom and starts again (I'm internally panicking by now). I'm saying it's hurting again so he stops for a maximum of like 10 seconds before saying shall I go again (5/?)

I think at that point I didn't wanna piss him off- and again felt guilty that I'd taken his alcohol and weed and I was starting to feel out of it and dissociated and sort of made the connection of "stop = switch positions" so I nodded while grimacing and he went again. It was still painful but a little less and occasionally felt good but I was still trying to get him to slow down to a comfortable pace and was on the verge of telling him to stop again when he said he was (6/?)

gonna finish so I just kind of rode it out. And then we went back to watching whatever show we were watching. And I was still panicking, so I said I'd leave in half an hour and got dressed (I didn't remember getting undressed??) and got an uber to my friends place where I had a full on panic attack and said something about how I thought I consented just because I didn't want the possibility of him not taking a no. But like... (7/?)

I didn't SAY no i said stop, i said it hurts too much, andc he didn't listen to that. and idk. It's been 2 days and I've been so fucking spaced out on everything and I'm avoiding my friends/housemates in case they ask how the date was and I'm just trying to focus on uni work (which isn't going well). I know in theory I should do some damage control for my grades/job so I've spoken to my wellbeing team and my academic mentor briefly (8/?)

and told my manager I'm likely to be out of it for a few days. and i know its bad because I'm dissociating so much and get panic attack symptoms from thinking/talking about it but idk if I have a *right* to be. Like. I keep going back and forth between "it was my fault for bla bla bla, he did stop for a moment, he did sort of ask before, he wore the condom i gave him, I did technically consent at parts" (9??/?)

and "he didn't care he was hurting me, he was laughing the whole time, he went harder when i said stop, he just switched positions when i said stop, he was LAUGHING the whole time. If it'd been me I would never have continued, it's not that hard to see when someone's in pain" Idk how to feel or what to think basically. I have a wellbeing appointment on Friday I guess we'll see how that goes but fuck. I can't function rn (10?/10)

Hi sunshine anon,

I'm so sorry about what happened.

I'd like to share with you this article about the spectrum of consent - enthusiastic, willing, unwilling, and coerced.

Enthusiastic consent is actively wanting to participate, not fearing the consequences of saying yes or no, and that saying no would mean you'd miss out on something you want.

Willing consent is when you care about someone but may not be interested in the moment although desire may begin after saying yes, and that you only dread the consequences of saying no (as in it would hurt their feelings, etc).

Then there's unwilling consent, which is when you fear the consequences of saying no more than saying yes (you don't want to say yes but saying no would be worse), there is not only a lack of desire but a lack of desire for desire (you don't even want to develop desire), and that they'll stop bothering you if you say yes.

Coerced consent is when you're threatened for saying no, that you'll be hurt for saying yes but hurt more for saying no, and that saying yes means doing something you actively dread.

It sounds like your consent shifted through the spectrum from start to finish; you initially wanted to hook up with him (ho era, I love that), but then when he kissed you that consent was more just willing because you weren't really comfortable, but you still wanted to have sex with him. Your consent shifted more towards unwilling perhaps when he asked for oral and when the sex began, and then it seems to have become coerced as the sex continued because he blatantly ignored your body language and your verbal communication that it hurt etc.

The thing is that you are (or should be) allowed to revoke your consent at any point. You can be in the middle of sex and change your mind and that's okay. You can say you're not interested and change your mind later too. Just because you gave consent at some points doesn't mean you gave consent to all of it. You don't deserve to feel pressured by anyone to feel that any consent you provide is irrevocable.

You're right that it's not hard to tell when someone's in pain, and if it were me too I would never have continued either. I don't mean to postulate other people's motives but I find that abusers aren't thinking about anyone but themselves when they're taking advantage of someone. You may find this video helpful.

I hope the appointment went well, feel free to let us know how that went. I'm not sure what Wellbeing is exactly, but I do recommend getting set up with a therapist if you haven't already and if that's possible for you. A professional could help you process and heal from this experience.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, please feel free to add on. I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #sunshine anon #tw r #tw sa #tw abuse #trauma details

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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Hi! I'm not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, can I request a Jean x reader angst where they get into an argument and he says something SUPER uncalled for? And reader's all like "wow ok" and walks away bc they don't wanna say anything uncalled for either, but Jean thinks that means reader is breaking up with him? So the next day he does a bunch of cheesy things like buys them breakfast, flowers, writes a tone of love notes, etc?

If your requests aren't open then I understand! And have an AMAZING rest of your day hehe ❤

they are, no worries! i hope you like it! <3

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jean x reader

“You should talk with him...” Jean turns around. His eyes are darker than ever. He’s angry.

“Mind your own business.” he says. You look at him, not flinching even a bit, even knowing you want to cry. His honey color eyes are still fixed on yours, and his breath goes fast. He’s nervous.

“Oh, fine.” you say, taking your jacket and leaving, slamming the door.

“Y/N, wait.” he says, but you’re opening the main door, leaving your shared apartment. He takes his head between his hands, running his hands over his hair. “Fuck.” that’s the only thing that leaves his mouth while he feels how the smell of your cologne disappears quietly. He messed it up. He said something he doesn’t thing, in the heat of the moment, and now you don’t want to see him again. That’s what he thinks. That you left him forever.

You didn’t, though. You just want to have fresh air, to think better about what he said. He was angry, you can understand that. But he wasn’t angry at you, then why pay it with you? You sigh. Jean isn’t like that. He’s always loving, caring and sweet, even when he had a bad day. He always has a smile for you. That’s why you’re not angry at him. You know he has just a complicated day. But you also want him to know that he shouldn’t pay it with you.

Later that night, when you arrive home, Jean is sleeping on the kitchen table. He has all the papers around and a glass of wine half-empty. You shake his shoulder quietly.

“Jean. Go to bed.” you whisper. He opens an eye a little and sees you.

“You’re home.” he says. But, after all, you just broke up with him, didn’t you? His brain knows you’re only there because you didn’t have enough time to search a place to sleep today. Also, all your things are still here. He moans quietly, getting up, his back hurting because of the bad position his body had. He walks to the bed, hearing your cute little steps behind him. He always liked how they sound. Maybe this is the last time he will hear them. He enters his side of the bed. He can’t lose you. He would make you stay.

“Good night, Jean.” You say, while you enter the other side, giving him your back. He sighs.

“Good night, y/n.”

Next morning, Jean finds himself tangled with you. He smiles. How can your bodies know the other that well? They arranged themselves on their sleep. He takes his arm carefully far from your waist and gets up quietly. He goes straight to the kitchen after changing his clothes. He decided to make it up to you, so he searches the recipe of the fluffy pancakes his mum sent to him not a while ago. Putting his earbuds on, he starts to cook.

You wake up feeling Jean’s place on bed cold, a pleasant smell coming from the stairs. You look at the clock. It’s saturday. Jean doesn’t work today. Then, why is he awake? You stretch yourself in bed and, under your pillow, you find a paper. You read it.

“Good morning. Please, come to the living room once you’re awake. I love you.”

Jean’s handwriting signs the note. Is now he leaving romantic notes for you? You change into your daily clothes and go down stairs, heading to the living room, but you’re curious. Opening the kitchen door quietly, you find your boyfriend. He’s dancing quietly to the music he’s listening, a plate full of pancakes in the side of the table, and he’s turning another pancake with the spatula. You rest your body against the frame of the door, silently enjoying it. He has cut also some fruits, put a huge amount of whipped cream on the side of the plate and made some fruit yoghurt as well. He is making such an effort.

He does this things sometimes, really elaborated and cute breakfast for you two on special dates as your birthday or anniversary, But today isn’t a special day. He turns around and sees you. A shy smile crosses his lips and you enter the kitchen, sitting on a chair.

“Good morning, Jean.” you say. He takes off his earbuds.

“Good morning, babe.” he answers. He then visualices what he said. Did he made you uncomfortable saying that? He’s so used to call you “babe” he didn’t even realize he has done it. He looks sneaky at you. You’re adding chocolate powder to your glass of milk quietly. It doesn’t look like it affected you.

“I... I made breakfast.” he says. His voice sounds shy for some reason. You tell him to sit on the chair next to yours and he takes the pancake plate. The strawberries are cut on heart shape.

“Jean, these are so cute!” you say, taking one. You put it on top of the whipped cream, eating it after that. Jean smiles.

“You have cream on your mouth.” You quickly wipe it with a napkin. In any other day, he would lean closer and take it off your mouth himself. But he wants to make things well, he wants you to forgive him. You also missed that kiss. He cleans his throat and you cut a part of a pancake, tasting it. He looks at your reaction.

“They are really good, baby, goddess” you say. He takes your hand and you look at him. He went from happy to serious in a second.

“Babe I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve how I treated you yesterday. Please, fogive me. I’m so sorry, I don’t want to lose you. Please.” He takes your hand to his lips. “I left early in the morning. I also....” the door bell rings. He goes quickly to the door, coming back with a huge lilac bouquet. “I don’t want to be without you. It was my fault and I don’t want to lose you because of something I said without thinking.” he says. He gives the bouquet to you. It has a little note pined to it. You take it.

“I love you.” it what it says. Just three words that make your spine tremble. He takes your hands again, you can see his pain on his eyes.

“Please, come back to me.” You look at him. Back? You put the lilacs on a near empty vase.

“Back? How back, baby?” you ask. He looks at you.

“We broke up yesterday. You left me, didn’t you?” You can almost hear his quiet and starting sobs. You laugh a little, caressing his cheeks.

“I didn’t break up with you, silly.” you say. “I just left because it hurt me, but I was planning to come back when I got calm. And I did, didn’t I?” the last phrase is almost whispered against his mouth. He takes your chin, his eyes scanning yours so close. You can even see the different tones of brown on his irises.

“Sorry for hurting you. I was angry to myself and I said that. You didn’t deserve it. Sorry.”

You caress his cheek again. You smile quietly.

“Accepted apologizes.” you say.

“Then, are we okay?” he asks. You nod twice, so slowly, that his lips brush against yours sweetly when he gets closer.

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕

A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much

All characters are 18+

Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line

Todoroki Shouto:

this mf has money to burn

we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass

he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy

he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps

he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then

he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy

todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms

when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀

best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀

he was a tough one

but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement

you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes

todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business

it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way?

he only wants to have conversations with you

i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are

todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants

but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for

you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to

he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip

next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp

you kind of panicked bc like...wtf?

your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”

sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period

him: “Yes.”

and that was the end of that

you dont question anymore

he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance

doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something

he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can

but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot

and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning

he really fucks w your laid back vibe

sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends

Takami Kiego (Hawks):

this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy

he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious

so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this

he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends

the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity.

you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since

so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some

“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement”

you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal

hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy

he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”

he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line

it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice

however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons

ngl his dicc game is fire

he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it

just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit

if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken

he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go

if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip

but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet

and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite

there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does

he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”

if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk

overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled

Mirodirya Izuku:

the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident

the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful

he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first

he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by

it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one

he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes

he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts

that’s when he made his decision

by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number

“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”

and what did you do that night?

you called his ass right back

you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set

midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there

you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days

he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus

takes you out shopping unprovoked

izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”

you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer?

it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps

he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love

deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first

if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku

he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it

send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust

when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you

you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly

soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week

you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you

he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself

your next conversation works out well for the both of you

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #deku x reader #izuku x black!reader #hawks x black!reader #hawks x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x black!reader #takami keigo #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #mha x reader #mha x black reader #bnha x reader

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meltwonu · 4 years

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↪ ✦ playdate ✦

this chapter pairing; yandere!wonwoo x reader, side mingyu x reader

genre&warnings; yandere!wonwoo, kinda asshole!mingyu, creampies, sloppy seconds, intoxication, exhibitionism AND voyeurism, masturbation, dirty talk, one sided pining for all!!, kidnapping, stalking.

✖ That being said, I do NOT condone yandere-like/obsessive/possessive behaviour in real life. this is a work of fiction therefore I will indulge in it. If you do NOT like this kind of content, please just ignore it.

notes; if I’m being honest, the draft for this originally was completely different and I reworked it because I wasn’t satisfied with how it was turning out bc it was too similar to sea castles except mingyu and wonwoo were brothers kjdhfdkjh 😭😭 As always, thank you sooo much for the love and interest in Monster Mash! I know last chapter was.... erm, a lot. LMAO 😆 Have a great rest of your day/night and I’ll see yall tomorrow~! 🎃 👻 💕

word count; ~3800

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - x - x - x - x - x - x

you call me on the telephone, you feel so far away;

you tell me to come over, there’s some games you wanna play

i’m walking to your house, nobody’s home;

just me and you and you and me alone.

The relationship you share with Mingyu isn’t necessarily one that you like to talk about, much less acknowledge on most days.

“O-oh, fuck, M---Mingyu!”

It’s purely physical and a little destructive, in your opinion. Especially when you found yourself frustratingly liking him more than you ever imagined.

He bends your leg, ankle resting against his shoulder as he angles his thrusts to graze against your sweet spot. Shapes dance behind your eyelids, lips parting in a silent moan when you feel yourself already close to cumming.

But it’s Mingyu that cums first, hips stuttering as he growls, “That’s right, fuckin’ take all of it, baby.”

He rides out his high, pulling out of you and letting your leg down before you can even process what’s happening. “Hey, wait, but what about me?” You ask, voice small as you watch him get off of the bed. He tugs his pants on, plucking a shirt off of the floor as he throws it over his head.

“Sorry, I gotta go take care of some business back at campus, Mr. Lee needs the papers graded before tomorrow’s 8AM and I’m already late. You can stay here if you want though, bed’s all yours. I’ll be back in a bit, I---sorry, I’ll make it up to you later.”

He’s gone in a flash, door clicking shut behind him as you sit with your legs still parted. Typical.

Groaning, you flop onto your back against his bed sheets.

“Thanks for nothing.”

Wonwoo says it’s the last time.

But every time is the last time.

He wraps a hand around his cock, soft breaths making the window fog up in front of him as he watches you and Mingyu through the window. He times the movement of his hand to match Mingyu’s thrusts as he pretends it’s your warmth wrapped around his cock and not his own fist.

“Fuck, fuck , fuck…” He whispers in succession, feeling his abdomen tightening as he gets closer and closer to an orgasm.

Wonwoo watches as Mingyu bends your leg over his shoulder, mental images of you underneath him instead.

He remembers the first time he’d seen you in Mingyu’s bedroom, curiosity making him watch through his bedroom window as you fell to your knees in front of the other male. Wonwoo knew better than to watch, so he looked away, cheeks burning crimson before he ever so slowly turned back to the window.

He couldn’t help it.

Wonwoo had seen you around the university campus too, hanging around the art kids in the building opposite the Sciences building where he typically stayed with his small group of friends; Mingyu included. He thought you were cute and kind, especially when you happened to hang around their group for the day. And he liked you, even if he was too shy to ever say it.

Which was precisely why he couldn’t understand your attraction to Mingyu, of all people.

Mingyu was selfish, almost irritatingly so, and Wonwoo knew.

Wonwoo knew you deserved better too, someone much like himself. Someone who would take care of you better than Mingyu ever could.

Movement in the opposite window has Wonwoo pulling himself from his thoughts, brows furrowed when he sees Mingyu leaving and you still alone in the bedroom.

“What…?” He mumbles, slightly confused when he watches you flop onto your back.

God, what he would do to eat you out right now.

He tightens his grip around his cock, this time imagining himself eating you out, tongue against your clit while you moan out his name and tangle your fingers into his hair.

A stuttered moan falls from his lips as he cums into his palm, eyes clamped shut as the pleasure washes over him.

Wonwoo promises it’s the last time.

“Hey, did you hear about Jeonghan’s Halloween party next Saturday?”

“He’s throwing one?”

“Yeah, I heard everyone’s invited too.”

Wonwoo pretends to go through his textbook as he eavesdrops instead.

If everyone was invited, that surely meant that you’d be there too.

Mingyu glances over at you, tapping his pencil against the corner of his textbook. “Hey…” He starts, “Did you hear about Jeonghan’s party?”

You glance up from your own textbook, bored eyes on Mingyu who looks up at you from his bedroom floor. Neither of you had talked about the previous time; opting to forget about it since it wasn’t the first time either. “What about it?”

“Wanna go with me? I’ll make it up to you for last time.”

No, he wouldn’t.

“I guess.”

You step out of the Film Developing room, arms full of negatives when you accidentally run into a body that walks up from behind.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” The negatives spill to the floor, scattering all around you as you and the other person kneel down to collect them.

“It’s okay.” The deep voice replies.

“Oh, hey, Wonwoo!” You smile, “What are you doing in the Arts Building?”

He blushes a deep red, kneeling and stacking the negatives before placing them back in your arms. “Oh I--I do some film editing on my own and I--um, I was just wandering around. I had some free time, so I was curious.” Wonwoo shoots you a shy smile as he pushes his glasses up on his nose bridge.

Wonwoo was very cute.

“Oh! I didn’t know that! I feel like I’ve never seen you around here…” You trail off.

“Ah, yeah, I actually have a personal studio on the east end of town. It’s small but… I don’t have to share my things, which I’d prefer.” He smiles, eyes twinkling. “It’s no fun when people mess around with your things and ruin them, y’know?”

“Oh my gosh, I knooooow. Minghao always messes up my developing station and moves my shit around.” You keep talking but Wonwoo barely acknowledges it. Instead, he takes in your appearance, admiring you as you talk animatedly about god knows what.

God, why’d it have to be Mingyu.

“Hey, so are you coming on Saturday?” He blinks confusedly at you, “Huh? Sorry, I--I didn’t quite catch that last bit.”

“Oh, Jeonghan’s party! Everyone’s invited so I was wondering if you were coming!” His blush burns darker; were you asking him out?

“I’ll be there with Mingyu but if you show up, you should save me a drink!” His excitement falters slightly at the mention of Mingyu, but he does his best to send you a reassuring smile.

“Of course, I’ve got one with your name on it.”

Wonwoo was kind, patient and understanding from what you knew.

You’d only met him a few times and you knew he lived in the building across from Mingyu’s but all of your interactions with him had only ever been pleasant.

In another universe, maybe you would’ve been in a happy relationship with someone like Wonwoo.

A sigh escapes your lips as you get ready for Jeonghan’s party; short dress barely covering your ass when Mingyu saunters into his bathroom where you currently were.

“Jeez, who’re you trying to impress.” He mumbles, sidestepping you as he checks himself in the mirror.

“I just felt like being cute, that’s all.”

Mingyu grins, hands on your waist before they slide down to your ass. He squeezes hard; a chuckle on his lips when you mewl.

“Cute isn’t the word I’d go for with this ‘lil number but okay. Let’s get going.”

Mingyu drinks more than he should and he knows it.

He takes any drink someone puts in his hands and downs it before trying to find more which usually leads to a lot of 2AM drunk phone calls and quickies in the backseat of your car.

This time, however, you’re just as bad as he is; taking any drink available as you try to drown out the way you feel when you see Mingyu chatting up someone else across Jeonghan’s living room.

To be fair, you weren’t exclusive anyway.

But his eyes dance over to you, a cocky smirk on his face when he sees the effect he has on you. He knew how you felt too, even if you never said a word about it.

Mingyu didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had, even if he benefited from it more than you did. And the two of you were friends, albeit you weren’t sure for how much longer.

He leaves the other girl as he makes his way over to you, eyes unfocused when he presses you into the wall you’d been standing in front of.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

“Ngh, M--Mingyu, fuck--fuck, harder!”

Mingyu keeps you bent over the sink, hips slamming into your ass as he fucks you from behind in Jeonghan’s upstairs bathroom.

The loud music drowns out your loud moans and his filthy words as you eagerly fuck yourself on his cock. “Fuck, this tiny little dress of yours doesn’t do a damn thing. Bet you wanted me to fuck you just like this, huh? Bent over a fuckin’ sink at a party.”

Neither of you had even made the effort to get undressed as you hiked your dress up and tugged your panties to the side, hands planted firmly onto the mirror in front of you as you watched yourself get drunk off of his cock.

“G-god, yes, yes! Fuck me h-harder, damn it!” You whine. Mingyu slaps your ass at this, low grunts spilling from his lips. “Your cute ‘lil cunt begging to be filled with my cock at every second of the fuckin’ day. “ He slurs.

He feels his cock throbbing as he erratically thrusts into you, only a low groan on his lips before he’s cumming.

“O-oh, shit…”

You feel his thrusts slow down as he cums inside of you, a soft mewl on your lips at the feeling. You clench around him, shaking your hips slightly to get his attention back on you.

A sharp knock scares you both as Mingyu pulls out of you; panties slipping back into place like they’d never been touched.

“Hey! People need to use the bathroom, assholes!” Someone yells from the opposite side.

“Fuck, we need to go.” Mingyu grumbles, readjusting himself and zipping his denim back up.

You very slowly lift yourself up from leaning on top of the sink, tugging your dress back down quietly.

Of course. Of, fucking, course.

Mingyu can sense the annoyance even without you saying anything, lopsided smile on his features. “Later, okay? Don’t be a brat.”

“Whatever.”

You head for the door, unlocking it before you step out first and leave Mingyu behind. Your body still buzzes with the urge to cum when you start heading down the hallway, panties sticking to you like a second skin with Mingyu’s cum pooling into the material. You turn a corner into an empty part of the upstairs hallways, sighing slightly as you lean up against a wall.

You hear your name being called as you turn your head, finding Wonwoo jogging up to you.

“Hey! I was looking for you!” He smiles, noting the way you seem to sadly smile back at him. “Something the matter?”

“Ugh, it’s Mingyu…” You start. Wonwoo tenses up, hands balling into fists at his side. “What did he do?”

“He’s so fucking selfish! I don’t know what’s up with him lately but he always leaves me hanging!”

Oh.

It’s quiet between the two of you as your words sink in and Wonwoo’s demeanor changes in the blink of an eye. He takes a step closer to you, fingertips under your chin to lift your head up as he meets your blown out pupils.

“I wouldn’t leave you hanging, y’know.”

You feel a wave of arousal wash over you at his deep voice; did Wonwoo always sound like that or was it the alcohol? “W-what?”

“I said, I wouldn’t leave you hanging. I’d put you before myself, if you’d let me.” He smirks at you, eyes twinkling with promise.

“Show me then.”

Wonwoo drags you into the nearest bedroom; excitement coursing through his veins.

In another universe, he would’ve been more romantic about this.

Dinner and candles, picnics at sunset. Ah, well.

“Well, it’s not much but it’ll do.” He says, locking the door behind himself before he turns to you. He takes in your mildly disheveled appearance, walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed.

“You deserve better, y’know? Someone who’ll take care of you.”

“I know… But you promised you’d show me, didn’t you?” Pouting, you hike your dress up before you sit down on the edge of the bed. You spread your legs as you let Wonwoo see your panties that were practically transparent.

“Fuck, you let him cum inside your tight ‘lil pussy and he didn’t even let you cum?”

“How do you know I’m tight if you never fucked me before.” You retort, shooting him a smirk of your own. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you felt more confident now than you’d been in a long while.

Wonwoo leans over you, easing you down until your back touches the sheets. “Only someone as pretty as you would have a tight ‘lil cunt and I’ll prove it.” He pulls away, undoing the button and zipper of his pants before he shimmies his boxer briefs down enough to pull his half hard cock out.

You lick your lips at the sight; he was slightly bigger than Mingyu. “Fuck, your cock is huge, Wonwoo…” He smirks at your compliment, tugging on your legs until your lower half hangs off of the side of the bed. He eases your wet panties down, pocketing them before he spreads your legs wide.

“I’m not typically one for sloppy seconds, but…” You blush at his comment. “...If it’s you, I don’t care.”

“Usually I wouldn’t have someone else’s cum already inside my fuckin’ pussy before I hook up with someone else...” You mumble.

Wonwoo guides his cock towards you, letting the shaft rest against your folds. He starts grinding against you, coating his cock in your wetness and Mingyu’s cum. His cock is already throbbing as he continues to tease you and himself, resisting the urge to fuck you hard and fast like he knew both of you needed. “S’okay, I’ll just have to cum inside you too and fuck it so deep into your fuckin’ cunt that you won’t even remember Mingyu ever did.” He grins.

“God, yes, make me cum too, I wanna cum with you…” Whining, you buck your hips up to meet his teasing touches.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you get my cock nice ‘n wet.” He positions his cock at your entrance, teasing you one more time as you whine and squirm underneath him. “Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re whiny.”

He slowly eases his cock in, meeting no resistance with how wet you already were and the cum already inside you. “God, you really are fuckin’ tight…” Wonwoo mumbles under his breath.

It takes you a second to adjust to Wonwoo’s size before he’s drawing his hips back and thrusting back into you and a mewl cuts through the air when the head of his cock taps against your cervix; eyes fluttering shut with how well Wonwoo filled you up.

“Oh, god, ngh, Wonwoo I--I don’t know if I--I can hold o-off…” A choked cry rolls off of your lips, fingertips digging into the sheets underneath you as you cant your hips up to meet his thrusts. You’d already gotten close to an orgasm before and now that Wonwoo’s cock was snug between your walls and curving into you perfectly, it was hard to hold back.

“That’s okay, baby. You can cum as many times as you want. Use me how you want me.” He offers; voice gentle and inviting as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“P--please, ah, touch my---my clit…”

Wonwoo obliges, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingertips. “O-oh, fuck!”

Your body locks up, Wonwoo’s name spilling from your lips as he throws you over the edge and into the first mind-melting orgasm you’d had in weeks. He smiles dreamily at you, hips still snapping into you as he fucks you through your high.

“So fuckin’ pretty when you’re cumming.”

You can only whimper in response, blushing when you can hear how much wetter you’d gotten after just one orgasm. He takes his fingers off of you clit, licking the wet digits.

Wonwoo looks down to where the two of you are connected, a soft groan on his lips when he sees how much of your wetness coats his cock. “You really did get my cock fuckin’ soaked, baby. Think you still have it in you to give me one more? I’m close too and, ah, I’d love for you to cum with me.” He shoots you a sweet smile and you feel your heart beat out of your chest.

You nod feverishly, “Mm--Mmhmm… I---I haven’t c-cum in a few weeks so… I--”

“A few weeks?”

You avert your eyes from his inquisitive stare, already knowing how he’s going to react. “Yeah, s’just Mingyu’s been so busy so… He’s been, hah, kinda’ leaving me h-hanging and---Ah!” Wonwoo thrusts into you hard, grinding against you once he was fully bottomed out.

“For weeks now? He’s been treating you like that?” It’d made sense now why he’d seen you in Mingyu’s bed alone that one time. “Y-yeah… but---but he’s just busy, y’know, ah, being a TA and a-all...”

He shakes his head in utter disbelief; selfish Mingyu, as always.

Wonwoo leans in until he’s face to face with you, kissing you on the lips gently before pulling away. He doesn’t say another word and instead works on getting you worked up to cum with him and even through the muffled music, he can hear your loud whines and whimpers and the sound of skin slapping as his thrusts become erratic.

He licks the pad of his thumb before he brings it back towards your sensitive and swollen clit. “Baby, ‘m close…” He whispers; only loud enough for you to catch.

“Ngh, fuh--fuck, Wonwoo, please cum i-inside me… I wanna feel your, ah, cock throbbing i-inside of me when you fill me up with y-your cum…” Wonwoo’s thumb presses harder against your clit and he opts to grind against you instead when he feels the tension in his abdomen start to snap. He moans your name shakily, brows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as he lets the pleasure wash over him.

You lick your lips watching his face contort in bliss and you bring your fingers down and over his thumb as you press down harder onto your clit and the action is enough to throw you over the edge again, head thrown back and a sharp whine on your lips as you cum for the second time.

Wonwoo slows down his thrusts as he starts to come down from his high and he works you through yours. “Shit, you really are so fuckin’ pretty.”

A blush coats your skin as your orgasm starts to ebb away and Wonwoo is careful to not hurt you once he starts to pull his cock from inside of you.

He watches the cum drip out of you, lips pursed into a tight smile. “Guess you should get these back, huh?” He fishes for the wet panties in his pocket; helping you slide them back on and up your legs before he pulls away and starts to smooth down his own disheveled appearance.

You laugh breathily, “I’ll let you have another pair next time.”

“Oh? There’ll be a next time?” He grins.

Biting your lip, you stand, readjusting your dress and grimacing at how gross you felt now that your panties were even wetter and covered in more cum.

“I---I mean, I still... I still have feelings for Mingyu but--but...” You pause; Wonwoo’s eyes on you. “I know I should end things with him, it’s just gonna take some time and I--I think you’re a really great guy, Wonwoo, and I’d like for there to be a next time... It’s just... I think I need some time to get over Mingyu first.” You mumble the last few words, a little embarrassed you even admitted you liked Mingyu.

“No, I---I get it. It’s no worries! Just---Just come find me when you’re ready.” He shoots you a beaming smile, “I’ll leave first, okay?”

You nod in response, smiling at his back when he turns to leave.

“Thank you, Wonwoo.”

You end up heading home, leaving Mingyu at Jeonghan’s party all-together.

He’d find his way home eventually; maybe even puke in the backseat of a taxi and get what he deserved.

You giggle at the thought, stepping into the lobby of your apartment building.

Huh, the lights are out.

You’re a little confused, but you make your way towards the elevators; stumbling slightly with the alcohol still in your system. Pressing the button, you wait patiently in the dark lobby -- only the moonlight providing a soft glow.

The elevator dings and you quickly enter it, pressing the button for your floor before resting against the banister.

Hey, is that a person?

Your eyes catch a glimpse of a figure not too far off and only half visible from around the corner, brows furrowed.

But you didn’t hear anyone enter the building.

The door closes and you shake the thoughts out of your head; it was probably just the alcohol making your eyes hazy.

Eventually you reach your floor, sighing in relief that the lights were still working. You stumble down the hall, dropping your house keys a few times before you can even make the turn to get to your hallway.

You reach your door, sliding the key into the keyhole and turning the lock.

God, it was so good to finally be home.

“Good Evening, this is Boo Seungkwan reporting live on Channel 17’s 4 o’ clock news. We’re live at the scene here, as you can see behind me, at the apartment complex were Mr. Kim Mingyu resided. The police and detectives are still going through Mr. Kim’s apartment in hopes of finding any clues. His whereabouts are still unknown as well as his female companion. If you have any tips or information of where they both are, please do not hesitate to contact the police or the TV station.” Seungkwan pauses, waving down a pedestrian. “Sir? I’m a reporter for Channel 17 news, can we please have a word with you? It’s about the missing university students.”

Wonwoo sadly smiles, nodding. “Of course.”

Seungkwan gestures for the cameraman to come closer, holding the microphone in between himself and Wonwoo. “Sir, did you happen to know the missing couple?”

“Ah… Kind of. They were attending the same university as myself. He was kind of a friend of mine, and I know he lived in the building across from myself but…” Wonwoo pauses, shaking his head. “I--I don’t know what happened. They seemed like such kind people. I’ve heard rumours that they just fled to another city, but… that’s it really.”

“Did they tell you that, themselves?” Wonwoo shakes his head no. “No, just rumours flying around campus. Everyone saw them at a party last weekend, myself included. That seems to have been the last time.”

“I see, so have the police interviewed you? Do they have any suspects?”

Wonwoo shakes his head again, smiling sadly. “The police just think they ran away, which, I guess isn’t too far fetched. We’re all stressed university students, after all.”

“You mentioned he’s a friend of yours. He didn’t bother to say anything? Do you think he kidnapped her?”

Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek, worry clear on his features. “I mean, Mingyu was kind of aloof and he was very drunk at that party. I’m not sure if they got into an altercation. We never really hung out outside of campus so sadly, I can’t really say I know if it’d be in his character or not.”

“Thank you sir, for your time.”

Seungkwan lets Wonwoo leave, stepping away to finish the live report.

Wonwoo nods, turning to make his way back into his apartment.

He enters his place, toeing off his shoes before he heads towards his own bedroom.

By nature, he steps in front of his window; the same one that faced Mingyu’s now empty bedroom.

His lips ease into a small peaceful smile.

He would have to make a trip to the east end once all the news vans and patrol cars were gone.

He was sure you’d love the food he’d be making for your candle-lit dinner. It was one of his favorite recipes.

And he was sure Mingyu wouldn’t mind watching from his place in the corner, either.

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