#boyfriend [bass boosted]

[minzbins]

soft and jetlagged quokka 🥺💞

#createskz #bystay #staysource #staycompany #kiwitracks #jaybrainrot #staytay #usersun #userbeepls #usersa #stray kids #skz #skz talker #skz talker go! season 3 ep.3 #talker #han #han jisung #!melstuff #*gif #BOYFRIEND [BASS BOOSTED] #he looked so soft :((( #god... #i love him SO MUCH

[blizzardz]

hey. I like you :) *makes you listen to Maretu's entire discography*

#my last maretu post wasn't that long ago i'm sorry guys #sam POV: ah yes. me. my boyfriend. and his bass boosted headphones playing maretu songs all night long.

[brownskinlemon]

can you write aaaa… dominic fike x reader/gf surprises him after a show overseas and they have sum great ‘i mmissed u’ sex ? 💋✨

pairings: dom/fem!reader gf

word count: 2,047

warnings: smut, multiple 0rg@sms, fluff, swearing

authors not: this was super fun to write! ty for the requests <3

Bass boosted through the venue, an electric guitar riffing in the distance as you watched your boyfriend through a small tv in the green room. You were sitting on the couch, excitedly toying your fingers against the worn leather as you waited for Reed to give you the okay to head to Dominic’s hotel. It was 9pm already, you had been here for an hour, all without Dom’s knowledge. You had to see him perform before heading there to surprise him.

It started with the expected loneliness that filled your apartment when  he left for tour, and then a not-so-silly idea as he joked on the phone.

“I wish you could come see me in New Zealand.” He chuckled, you two talked for a bit more until you decided to pretend to head to bed. As he headed to sound check somewhere in Europe, you stayed up late, searching for the nearest ticket to meet him in New Zealand. It had taken some sneaky conversations with Reed and some planning but you had formulated a plan to surprise him in NZ.

Now, here you were, pulled out of your trance by Reed poking his head into the green room.

“He’ll be off in about 25. Driver’s outside and it’s about a 15 minute drive away.” He smiled softly.

You hopped up, following him down a dark hallway and exiting out through a side door, swiveling your head around as you headed to a blacked out SUV, surprised to find no fans waiting outside the venue.

“They’re on the other side.” Reed chuckled, reading your mind. “Here’s the hotel key. Now shoo!” He joked, urging you into the car.

The ride to the hotel was calm and beautiful, the sights of Auckland keeping you in awe. You arrived at the Sofitel hotel, trying to maintain your composure at how grand and pristine the building was. The lifestyle that Dom had created for you was still too much to take in at times.

After checking in, you headed to the bar to pass time, wanting to give Dominic time to shower. You knew how hard we went at shows, and you figured he’d want to be clean and refreshed to be surprised. The sexual tension that had been laced in you two’s recent texts hinted to you what tonight could look like.

While waiting, you got a text from Reed:

“He headed up to the room about 15 ago, you should be all good to go. Good luck xx.” You were suddenly overcome with nervousness as you made your way to the elevator. You two had been together for about 2 years and you still couldn’t help the nervousness that overcame you when you were reunited with him. You chewed gently on your bottom lip, tapping your foot as the elevator made its way to the penthouse suite. After tapping your key, you gently opened the door, closing it behind you and crossing your fingers in hope that he was still in the shower. As you made your way through the suite, you were met with ever growing sounds of music echoing in the bathroom, paired with the steady pour of the shower. You tiptoed past the bathroom door, making your way to the bedroom, gently closing the door behind you. 

You kicked off your shoes, eyes catching yourself in the mirror, eyes scanning over the tight sundress you had decided on for today. Your eyes scanned over the room, suddenly met with a view that couldn’t be described as anything less than stunning. It was a top floor view, overlooking the whole city, the colorful lights gently illuminating the dim room.

You were taken out of your trance by a sudden deep voice behind you.

“What the fuck” 

You turned on your heels, eyes caught onto Dom in the doorway, clad only in pajama pants and his jaw agape as he tried to register that you were here, right in front of him.

“Surprise…” You said breathlessly with a shy smile, heart racing in your chest as if you were seeing him for the first time.

He strided over to you silently, lifting you up into his large arms, engulfing you in his scent. He dug his face into your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing each other tighter than ever. After a few moments, he placed you on your feet gently, hands laced behind the small of your back as he ogled down at you like a schoolboy with a crush.

“You are fucking insane! How did you pull this off?” His voice slightly raspy from his concert earlier in the night.

“Blame Reed. He’s sneaky and an enabler. I came to him as a joke and he helped me figure it out.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. 

“I missed you so much today you have no idea.” He sighed contently. He leaned forward, kissing you slowly, leaning back a moment later to leave his forehead on yours.

“Is that so? Wanna show me how much?” You slyly remarked, suddenly hyper aware of the desire pooling your insides and raising your temperature.

His eyes shifted between yours, a darkness began to circle them as he realized what you meant. He nodded silently, grabbing your face with his hands and kissing you fervently, almost making your knees buckle. Your tongues danced together and he pulled you up into his arms again, finding the desk near the window to sit you on.

He pulled himself to stand between your legs, grabbing your neck gently and tilting it back for easy access to mark you. He switched between lightly ghosting over your most sensitive spots to littering marks all over your neck, driven on by the whines that left your throat.

He pulled back to scan over your body, hands running up and down your inner thighs..

“This dress looks, really fucking good on you. And it's…” His hand ghosted lightly over your clothed clit, making you gasp. “Easy access.” He smirked innocently at your reaction.

You whined at the loss of contact, hands gripping onto his biceps and eyes pleading up at him. He understood what those whines meant, cueing you to lift up as he gently pulled your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the large room. Your breath stalled in your chest at how he lowered himself onto his knees, keeping eye contact with you as he teased between your inner thighs, extremely close to where you needed him most. 

“Dom please I-” You were suddenly cut off by his pink lips wrapping around your clit, making you let out a high pitched sound at the sudden surge of pleasure, arching up into arms and leaning your head back onto the window behind you.  

You couldn’t help the way your hips grinded up into his tongue that circled you so skillfully, one hand laced in his curls, the other dug into the edges of the desk, desperate to find anything to hold onto. He hummed into you from contentment, enjoying the sounds spilling from your mouth, as you became a babbling mess of moans and echoes of his name. Your eyes rolled back as he slowly and gently worked one, and then two of his long fingers into you, pressing deeply at your g-spot not losing his rhythm between your legs.

Your legs tensed as a coil in your abdomen began twisting and alerting you and him to the way you were about to become undone. 

“Cmon baby...look at me..” He cooed gently, not stalling his pace. You forcefully looked down at him through squinted eyes that were threatening to close at any moment. “Give it to me, pretty girl.” Your breath ran ragged, the way the lights danced across him, the innocent look in his eyes despite what he was currently doing sent you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed together as you thrashed in his arms, coming undone with a series of ragged moans, riding out your high as he began to draw back on his torture between your legs. 

Your head stayed laid back and eyes stayed closed as you attempted to catch your breath. You heard Dominic shuffle to stand up. Your head snapped up and eyes caught onto his as the tip of his length gently rubbed the entrance of the ache between your legs. One hand held the small of your back up while the other held the base of his length. He groaned quietly at the sight of your wetness that had pooled between your legs. He gently let you adjust to his size, working into you inch by inch, eyes trained onto your face to watch for your reactions. You both moaned in unison as his hips met yours, his hands leaning over to the window behind you, hiking your leg up. 

“You feel so amazing my god “ he groaned. His thrusts began gently, rocking into you at a steady pace. You looked up at him, mouth agape, as he coaxed you through it gently. “So p-pretty. Good girl.” 

“Harder Dom- please baby, please.” You begged. He didn’t stall, picking up his pace, the sound of his hips colliding with yours and your increasingly loud moans filled the room. You clung to him, hands around his back as he pounded into you. His lips collided with yours suddenly, the kiss filled with passion.

“I love you..i love you..i love you..” He mumbled desperately against your lips, moving deeper than before.

“I l-love you” You managed to get out through your moans.

He kissed you deeply again, leaning back to gently pull out and flip you to stand on your feet facing the window. You felt his breath ghost over your ear as he whispered gently.

“The view is almost as pretty as you. Wanted you to see it too..” He said, gently smirking at the way your body shivered from the kisses he traced down your neck and  back, gently teasing the tip at your entrance again before sliding back into you, leaving your mouth agape. He gently pressed down on your back, queuing you to relax over the desk. He resumed his earlier pace into you, kneading at your ass that was positioned up to him. One hand made its way around you to grip the sides on your neck, the other finding its way between your legs.

The combination of the delicious pressure on your neck coupled with the circling of your clit left you feeling dizzy and your knees buckling.

“Holy shittt” You whined, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. If he kept going the way he was, you weren’t going to last for long. Your hand went up to cup his hand around your throat gently.

“Can you give me one more baby? I know you can..c'mon..” He cooed in your ear,relishing in the way that his words made you clench down on him.One particular thrust made you finally come undone for the second time, forcing you up on your tippy toes, eyes rolling back as you cried out Dominic’s name like a mantra.

He finished soon after, pulling out with a gasp, and finishing on the curve of your ass. He leaned over you, placing his head on your shoulder as you stood shivering, trying to come back to reality.

“Good job baby.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek.

You smiled gently as you came to, opening your eyes to fully take in the view in front of you.

“What happened to your fear of heights?” You toyed, turning in his arms. 

“Fear of heights can’t beat the orgasm I just had not gonna lie.” He deadpanned, making you weakly laugh. He scooped you up, forcing you to pee while he ran you two a bath, shortly making both of your ways to relax in the water with your back against his chest.

“I feel lucky, so many girls wish they could have.. that but only got an autograph.” You smiled lazily

“Oh trust me you got a few signatures of your own” He smirked, pointing at your neck “Seven to be exact.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. Relaxing against him, you were just grateful to be back in his arms again.

#dominic fike #dom fike #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike smut #nz

[issacballsac]

“Relationship Rendezvouses With Tyler Hernandez„

He’s so aesthetically pleasing to look at my lil meow meow ! Masc/Male Reader

Sour Dude

Average Latino smh

Anyways

He’s so sassy

It’s hard to imagine how y’all got together you kinda just did

Bro just decided u would be his boyfriend and you went along with it😭

If you’re on the baseball team as well he has you pitch to him after classes everyday

Bro is committed

Has a terrible habit of BLASTING music

Good thing he doesn’t have a license bc the noise complaints would be INSANE

Bass boosted type shit

Jersey club fan😭

Just party music overall but he prob hates actually going to parties💀

Rihanna and Beyoncé fan as well

Nicki fan(derogatory)🩰

Gets into fights over music choices😭

Speaking of fights u gotta consistently stop him from getting into altercations

He’s actually nice but bro has a short temper

Tolerates no slander and would start swingin if someone said smth about the relationship or just you in general

Would probably prefer to stay home for dates and such in contrast to his sister

Speaking of Taylor she plans all his date ideas for you😭

Smth so elaborate that “he came up with” (it was Taylor’s idea)

He is also a blanket hogger I jus know they used to FIGHT over the blanket

Deadass GRABS YOU in his sleep like ur a teddy bear

Scary asl

REFUSES to watch Disney movies with you bc of the many of years his sister subjected him to

If you don’t have classes together he constantly “goes to the bathroom” to chat with you

He’s of those fake bathroom users😭

Teaches you phrases in Spanish if u already didn’t know(he gave up with Taylor)

On a real note bro def has abandonment issues

Takes the relationship seriously and it would take smth TERRIBLE for him to be the one to end things

Likes to watch baseball highlights with u

Surprisingly quiet when watching bro is INVESTED

Would let you borrow his clothes or rlly anything of his but WILL make sure you return that shit

Gives u the MEANEST side eye if he sees a shirt he lent to you in ur room after it’s been missing for months

He’d be pissed if u didn’t return his stuff but he constantly snatched ur shit

Willingly watches old 2000s reality television

Awake at 02:00 rewatching the second season of Jersey Shore

Would teach you guitar if u asked

He’s not the best but he knows some songs and the chords

8.5/10 jus bc of his lil temper problema

#fanfic #fanfiction #x male reader #x masc reader #tyler hernandez #sbg #school bus graveyard #sbg Tyler #school bus graveyard Tyler #school bus graveyard x male reader #sbg x male reader #sbg x reader

[runa-falls]

a lover’s spat

summary: reader tries to teach lloyd a lesson

pairing: lloyd hansen x f!reader (third person)

rating: mature

warnings: almost cheating, mentions of blowjobs, guns/gunshots, minor character injury/death, choking, third person for no reason??

w/c: 1.2k 😭 WAIT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DUMBASS DRABBLE

a/n: i rewatched tgm and i have some thots.--i need a suicide squad jokerxharley type relationship with lloydxreader where they’re both crazy/erratic and always horny for each other.

- btw i'm writing this after 3 glasses of wine and i'm not gonna proof read it until tomorrow--so enjoy [?]

series masterlist

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bear with me: imagine the reader attempting to make lloyd jealous

so everyone knows about Lloyd and his princess. Lloyd is a batshit-crazy murderer and his girl is the same. the only difference is that she does it all in heels.

evidently, no one wants to get involved in that shit-show.

they have a history of ending their explosive relationship with actual explosives, and celebrating their fiery make-ups with actual fire (and unnecessary torture sprees[?]).

basically, it's assumed that if someone gets in the way, they're asking to be collateral or volunteering to be their next meal.

now, the relationship is "on" again--and it's as rocky as ever.

Lloyd's precious princess is attempting to teach him a little lesson for ignoring her. apparently, he's been too focused on work lately: always kicking her out of his office because she’s “too distracting” when she hangs around.

she doesn’t understand. all she did was perch prettily on his lap, eat some snacks, and occasionally try to suck him down her throat. it's not her fault he can't handle it...

so she decides she’s gonna grab a cute boy from the club and ignore him. it's an innocent game of trying to make her boyfriend jealous. of trying to see how far she can go until he breaks down and fucks her.

but it doesn't go exactly according to plan.

her first mistake was doing it in his own club. he has eyes everywhere. every entrance is watched, every person is accounted for, and everyone is under his command. he won't miss anything.

her second mistake was wearing his favorite dress. she knows the barely there pink number drives him crazy: cut outs in all the right places, draping beautifully against her figure. he personally picked it out to fuck her in it for their second anniversary.

she thought it would be that extra kick-to-the-throat to send him over the edge.

her third and final mistake was breaking the kissing rule. despite what everyone thinks, lloyd can be a reasonable guy. at least for her. he gives her second, third, even fourth chances. she's allowed to tease, prod, or even grope other guys, but kissing has always been off limits.

unfortunately for him, she's always one to push the limits. that was his mistake.

she is exhilarated by the deathly stare he sends from across the dance floor. and though her lips were pressed against another, her eyes stayed locked onto his baby blues, drinking in every ounce of his fury. his hands curl into fists at his sides as he watches the scene under the dimmed lighting.

she sees him call over one of his men, eyes still locked with hers, grunting frustrated commands over the bass-boosted music. they nod, muttering into their earpiece before passing him a dark object.

suddenly, the music around her ceases. she recognizes this chest-tightening feeling: something is about to happen.

lloyd winks at her with a sly smirk before casually raising his arm in her direction--his long fingers delicately hold a gun. before she can separate from the man, an ear piercing bang echoes through the crowded room. everything stops for a moment: all dancing pauses, all talking ceases, and all breathing freezes.

then once everyone processes the noise, it's instant chaos. the music, still blaring through the speakers, is quickly drowned by high pitched screams, and frantic yelling. fear and desperation pools through the crowd, pushing everyone towards the exits.

his girl, however, simply rolls her eyes in annoyance: he just had to make a scene. she drags the back of her hand against her lips, wiping off smudged lipstick and the distinct taste of tequila, before abruptly pushing her experiment away from her, sharply aware of what is coming next.

the nameless man clumsily stumbles backwards in confusion, his drunk-fucked mind still unaware of the cause of the chaos. then another shot rings through the room, and he ceremoniously falls to his knees.

she sees lloyd graciously walking toward them, the crowd parting around him. a shit eating grin beams from under his 'stache.

"come'on, princess," his scolding tone is doused in honey as he considers the man under him. without hesitation, he pops another shot into the man's back before looking back up. "you know the rules." she doesn't pay any mind to the violent act, used to his outspoken actions.

she gives lloyd an innocent shrug, emphasizing her considerable cleavage that's now shining with sweat from the hot atmosphere of the (once) crowded club. "you said rules are made to be broken." she calmly smoothes out her short dress, ignoring his heated stare, pretending to make sure there aren't any unruly blood stains from her temporary partner-in-crime.

"so...what was this," he waves his gun around the fallen soldier, "little tantrum about, hm?" she hated how he talked to her like a child, always cooing and using easy words just to piss her off.

"the fact you don't know fuckin' proves my point!" she whines, pouting childishly under his gaze. "it's like you go through our relationship completely fucking blind, only caring when you feel like it!" he takes a swift step closer, taking her by surprise as he fully grabs her by the throat.

his words seethe through clenched teeth as he pulls her close enough for his forehead to touch hers, "look, baby, i've tried to be cordial with you, but now you're just being a brat." she can feel blood throb through her head as his grip tightens. "i don't know what crawled up your ass! i can't read your fucking mind!"

she squirms in his hold, weakly kicking against his shins, "you ignored me! you chose work over me!" her voice rasps out against his hand, but she's barely phased by her positioning. "you don't fucking love me!" his hand briskly releases her, leaving her a panting mess on her knees in front of him.

"you think i don't love you just 'cuz i wouldn't fuck you into the desk while i was on a call?"

"it was never an issue before..."

he sighs, realizing this is just another blip in their relationship that really doesn't matter. "honey, i actually have work to do. this isn't some hollywood fairytale where this money appears outta thin air."

she scrunches her nose at his condescending tone, finally having enough of this power play for the night. "obviously i knew that! i'm not fucking dumb, lloyd." she stands back up, trying to size him up even though he's quite a bit taller than her.

"well, if you knew it, then what's the fucking problem? why are we even discussing this." he groans, clearly done with the pointless argument.

"oh okay, so since you don't have a problem with it, there isn't one?"

"that's not what i said."

"whatever, lloyd. i'm done." she turns to the dark emptiness of the club, enjoying the finality of her heels echoing through the room.

a dark chuckle blooms from behind her, "yeah, that's not happening."

she turns her head over her shoulder with a snarky smile, movements not stopping, "uh-yeah, i think it is."

she spoke too soon.

as he clears his throat, every exit is swiftly blocked by one of his men, all dressed in thick black uniforms.

"no. i don't think it is.” she looks back, watching him fiddle with the gun in his hands as he stares her down, “why don’t you come back here, and sit nicely in front of daddy?” there’s a bout of silence between the couple, tensions rising as they both anticipate who’s going to make the first move.

she silently shakes her head, trying to hang on to her last strand of defiance. he tilts his head with frustration, “how about this: sit down like a good puppy or i’ll fuck your throat raw.”

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #the gray man #tgm #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #lloyd thots #lloyd hours #stop this was supposed to be a thot #like 500> words!! #wtf #pls don't judge me for this #third person for no reason? #jarley #type relationship

[leggerefiore]

oogugh husk emin... could you imagine if their s/o got involved one way or another ( 'hey honey why is there a person shaped lump in the fridge and how'd you get it in there-' or 'i just wanted some apple juice, who is this-' ) and he very briefly snaps out of his zombie trance and goes full 'WIFE? WIFE? WIFE? WIFE? W-' mode instead and is desperately trying to get to reader after that/just doubles his efforts to get back to his version of normal but like, Bass Boosted this time

Opening the big freezer room thing, the twins have to go find something you stored away a while ago. Your back is turned when suddenly a large sheet-covered shape in the corner if the room starts to twitch. You do not notice since it does not make any noise and begin to leave, but the shape begins to move, knocking over something. This finally catches your attention, and you turn your head to see it. The sheet is stumbling closer and closer to you without hesitation.

This, naturally, startles you. A scream leaves you. Your body kicks into overdrive as you drop whatever you come in to grab and attempt to escape out the door. This makes the shape move faster and more desperately. You both leave the room to find Emmet standing outside the door. Running into his arms, you see the shape moving closer still. Your lovely dragon boyfriend seemed to dispatch a harsh attack onto the poor dragon as he reached forward to slam close the door.

It was quiet for a moment. You attempted to regain your breath while Emmet just stared at the freezer door. Eventually, a loud pounding started on the door, scaring you again. Emmet just sighed and shook his head.

"What is that!?" You had enough of all this confusion, "Is that a person?"

"Mmm, nope!" The Reshiram man turned to you, "Well. Not a human. Don't worry." Now you certainly felt even more worried. Your concern was plain to see as Emmet let out a sigh again. "That is an empty husk from when Ingo and I were one person. It is verrrry eerie. Do not mess with it anymore." Empty husk? You felt even more bewildered. From when he and Ingo were the original dragon of Unova? Why did they keep their empty husk in a freezer?!

It kept banging on the door, too! Loudly! You wanted to grumble about the madness of this all. Emmet seemed mostly unbothered, however. "Do not go in there," he said simply, "It wakes up at random and then hunts Ingo and I down to reabsorb us. That is annoying, yep." You blinked a few times. Reabsorb them? Like... into its body? A shiver went down your spine.

"... Alright," you nodded. Emmet smiled brightly and offered his hand to lead you away. You rejected it and said that you needed to be alone to process all that. He seemed to understand and left you your thoughts. The banging on the freezer door never ended. Was it okay in there? How frightening.

Just as you were about to step away, a noise stopped you. Not there beating - no. A voice.

You froze. Again.

"Kh-kh..." a sound came from the other side of the door. The pounds echoed out still. You tilted your head. "Kh-kh... ma... may...?" Desperation almost seemed leaden in the sounds. You pressed a hand to the door. It felt colder than even before. The pounding instantly became more ferocious. "May-tuh..." The freeze seemed to intensify. The harsh hits on the door turned into an uncomfortable creaking. You took a panicked step back.

Damage to the door's integrity became more and more apparent. You flinched as it soon gave way to the harsh hits from the husk inside. The door fell apart before your eyes. The husk was visible on the other side. It appeared eerily like the twins with pieces of ice decorating its body in patches. Its gaze was trained on you intensely. "Mate..." it mumbled out and took an unsteady step toward you. You barely had time to process its words when it hugged you tightly. Its face buried into your nape. A icy winds lapped at your skin from the husk.

Though, the oddly tender moment was interrupted by two sets of feet echoing out against the floor. Ingo and Emmet soon emerged out from a nearby hall. They were stricken by the sight before them. However, this only caught the husk's attention. Its head turned to them with eyes like a predator. It rushed them suddenly. You could only watch as it tackled Ingo and began to glow with a bright light. Emmet let out a panicked scream.

Ingo was gone when the light faded, and only the husk remained with Zekrom accents to its body.

Well, this seemed a right mess, did it not?

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #emin.ima #pokehybrid au

[pommpuriinn]

꧁༒☬𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵☬༒꧂

SYNOPSIS ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝐼𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒’𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈.

STORY INCLUDES ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ horror aspects, character deaths, unhealthy relationships, smut

AUTHOR’S NOTE ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚this is my first actual story so be gentle on me. I really wanted to create a horror story of txt falling sickly in love with a siren like girl, hope you find it interesting

PAIRING ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ txtOT5 x oc

PROLOGUE

Mu Woods isn’t an innocent town nor is it a place full of crime either. It’s just a boring town with minimal history, people, and crime. The only special thing about the place is the teenagers’ drive to party on the weekends and causes a little noise to the town. They give color to Mu Woods which is usually grey. But recently the colors starts to bleed with the sudden shift in the air.

10:30pm, Saturday

It was a chilly night but that didn’t stop the loud booming bass coming from a two story house near the woods that surrounded Mu, which clearly got it’s name from. The poor house was packed with teenagers from all different grades even some who haven’t even entered the high school yet. It’s the middle of the school year everyone wanted the stress to sweat off their bodies from dancing, to drinking, and finally from lust.

That’s exactly what’s happening to Lee Jisu; the loving, innocent, girl next door Lee Jisu. Warm and sweet on the outside dirty and slutty on the inside. “Y-Yes! Don’t-mffp stop!” Jisu moaned, as a random senior was thrusting right into her swollen lips. “You’re one fucking dirty bitch.” The senior tighten his grip on Jisu’s makeshift ponytail. Doggystyle was Jisu’s favorite position since you didn’t have to see the person which means you can’t feel that bad about cheating. “I’ll make sure that piece of shit boyfriend knows exactly how much of slut you are after I cum into that pretty cunt.” He reached under Jisu and gave her pussy a good slap, earning a sweet moan. “Cum i-in me.” Jisu cried, as she lost balance with the rough thrusts burying her head into the pillow. Hearing Jisu moans boosted the senior’s ego even more. He pushed himself down onto her back and finishing himself deep inside her womp painting it with his cum. “Atta girl.” He groaned, pushing whatever he had left into her.

The two didn’t spend that much time together on the bed it was a ‘no strings attached’ type of thing for the two, plus miss sweet heart had a boyfriend downstairs starting to get curious of her disappearance. “Why are you with the kid anyway?” The senior questioned Jisu, as he watched her get dressed again. “Because he makes me look good.” Not giving good enough answer, but it didn’t bothered him. “To each their own I guess.” He shrugged, getting up from the messed up bed and making his way to the bedroom door before stopping. “Just call me whenever you want a real man to please you baby.” He winked and gave Jisu a spank on her ass before heading out first.

Jisu stopped by her boyfriend who was still talking and drinking with his little group. “Yeonjun~” she controlled her voice into a higher lighter tone one that really keeps the illusion going. “Darling!” He welcomed her with open arms and a bright smile. “I started getting worried for a second.” He wrapped his left arm around her shoulder holding her tight. Almost afraid of her leaving him again. “Sorry I was just not feeling well so I went into the bathroom and Hana came in with me. She was helping me, but then she started gossiping with me.” Just strings of lies were coming out of her mouth. Yeonjun just took it even though in the back of his head there was a bit of doubt.

Even though Jisu didn’t see it nor poor little Yeonjun there was someone lingering in the shadows that has seen Jisu’s two face ways, and wanted to help Yeonjun to set him free from his doubts. So let’s get the dead weight off his shoulders.

As the night continues and it was already the wee hours of the morning the party didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon, so Jisu decided to get some drinks for her and Yeonjun to keep it going. Jisu went into the kitchen where all the parents’ liquor was at, “are you fucking kidding me.” Jisu whined at the sight of empty bottles all over the expensive marble counter top. Just as she was going to quickly give up she felt her phone vibrated, it was a message.

dad!: there’s some more outside in the back

Jisu: I told u to stop texting me!

If you couldn’t figure it out miss girl next door is a pretty good liar and knows how to hide secrets with code names that people wouldn’t really question.

dad!: don’t you miss me? come on jisu leave the son of bitch for a second and come with me let’s have some real fun huh?

Jisu was getting bored by the second hearing Yeonjun and his friends told about shit that didn’t interest her.

Jisu: fine. but it’s that last time ok!

dad!: don’t worry it will be the last time I promise. meet me by the lake so no one sees us

Luckily Minyeon another person in Jisu’s clique showed up in perfect timing. “Minyeon! Just the person I wanted to see.” Jisu gave Minyeon a fake smile. “Oh, Jisu-ah there you are I was wondering where you were. You’re always hiding somewhere huh?” Minyeon was clueless and was genuinely dumb to Jisu which always worked in her favor. Someone who’s beautiful and has a similar taste like Jisu, but had nothing going on inside that pretty little head of hers. Jisu giggled, “no, but what I will do is get us some drinks. I’ll be back ok.” Minyeon didn’t ask no further questions just smiled and nodded like the empty obedient girl she is.

There wasn’t much people outside since was already getting even colder than before, plus all the action was inside. The path leading to the lake was also the infamous path into the woods. Jisu didn’t know if it was the coldness of the full moon night or the eerie feeling she was starting to get that was led her goosebumps up her arms. She pushed the feeling aside as she spotted the lake that was reflecting the moonlight. “Alright I’m here.” She called out. Jisu scanned the lake and around the trees trying to see if she saw anyone. “Chanwoo! Where are you?” Jisu was getting irritated. “I don’t have all nig-”

Her phone vibrated.

dad!: come deeper I have the perfect spot love

Jisu gave one finally look at the distant house that still had her boyfriend there waiting for her. She bit her lip having a mental battle of going or not, but ultimately making her decision to meet up with Chanwoo. Again the feeling was there but Jisu was already way too into it to back out, plus to be fair she hasn’t seen Chanwoo in a couple of weeks since last time he fingered her in the movie theaters after her dinner date with Yeonjun.

“Ok I’m here.” Jisu sighed, yet no Chanwoo in sight. “Stop fucking with me Chanwoo.” Jisu furrowed her brows. A little chuckled was heard causing Jisu whipped her head around. “It’s not funny anymore!” Jisu chest started rising more frantically. The little snaps from the branches breaking caught Jisu’s eye before finally seeing a shadow. “Stop fucking around and come out!” Jisu yelled at the person. What scared her the most is that the person stopped and turned to face her. Jisu’s eyes widen at the sight of the person wearing a bunny mask that was cover with black fur and nothing else. No eyes, no mouth, no expression.

“You’re a freak.” Jisu spat out venom. “You’re mad I’m not bending you over and fucking you like a bitch.” The distorted voice spoke to Jisu. Jisu payed close attention to all the details of the person like how they wore a silky white dress with arm warmers. “You’re probably just another whore Chanwoo fucks huh? Sorry.” Jisu spoke in a fake apologetic tone. The person stepped closer to Jisu causing Jisu to start panicking, but tried not to show it. “Actually, you can keep him well…at least a part of him.” Jisu confusion was instantly replaced with horror at the sight of Chanwoo’s decapitated head that the person was just holding it by his hair. Jisu was about to let out a scream of panic, but the mysterious killer dropped the head and quickly pushed Jisu against there body covering her mouth. “Shouldn’t have been going around opening your legs and actually appreciated your soon to be ex boyfriend, but don’t worry he’ll be in safe hands.” A evil giggled was let out, causing Jisu to still try to scream but was muffled by the hand.

“Here I’ll give you something to actually scream about.” A small knife was pulled from the garter that was hiding under the silky dress. They struck Jisu’s left side of her stomach quickly pulling it out and throwing her on the dirt floor. “Let’s play a game ok? You try to run as fast as you can, and I’ll try to catch you.” They kept on taunting Jisu.

Jisu still have some fight in her and actually got up while pressing down on her wound trying to run, but the pain was soon getting to her. “Come on Jisu. You got this.” She whispered to herself. Unfortunately, she only made it to the lake the house was barely in sight. “Ah, ah, ah~” the killer pulled Jisu towards the little dock the lake had. “I see you got pretty far, but not far enough.” They crushed any hope Jisu got. Once they reached the end of the dock Jisu plead, “why? Why are you doing this to me? And who are you?”

“Well since you ask I’ll tell you.” They held on to Jisu’s hair tightly making her whimper in pain. “I want someone that you don’t deserve, and to get what I want I have to take out the one thing in my way. You.” Maybe if Jisu begged enough this will stop. “Ok then you can have Yeonjun! He’s all yours I won’t say anything or do anything I swear.” Jisu tried to find their eyes, but it was impossible with the bunny mask covering. “Just let me go.” Tears started running down her face. “Before you go I’ll answer your second question.” The killer completely ignored Jisu’s pleas and started revealing themselves to her. With what little Jisu had left since she was currently bleeding out from the stabbing she focused on the killer’s movements. They dropped the mask on the dock floor making direct eye contact with Jisu. “Y-you’re beautiful.” Jisu mumbled at the sight of the girl who had long jet black hair with bangs just above her eyebrows, black cat liner with a few moles on her face; one below her lip on the left side, one under the corner of her left eye, and finally one on her cheek bone on the right side.

“Aw, thanks.” The girl cooed, evilly smiling. “At least your last words were kind.” Before Jisu could say anything else the girl slice Jisu’s throat with the same little knife, and threw her into the water. “Did they actually care about you Jisu.” She shook her at the thought of nobody coming out to look for her. “Maybe I did you a favor.” She proceed to take out a cigarette and a lighter from her small pocket of her garter, lighting the cigarette and blowing the smoke out as she watch Jisu’s lifeless body float covered in her blood. 



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[daunsun]

TUNNELS UP THROUGH YOUR FRONT YARD

DAUN YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD YOU ARE THE REASON

I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT

THE LOGISTICS

OF KISSING A SUNFLOWER, DAUN

CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE ALL THE SEEDS POKING YOUR FACE, DAUN? BECAUSE I HAVE. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MORTIFIED YOU WOULD FEEL IF YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH YOUR SUNFLOWER BOYFRIEND AND YOU GOT A SEED STUCK IN YOUR TEETH? I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS EXACT SCENARIO. YOU MANAGED TO MAKE A SUNFLOWER SO ADORABLE I HAVE SPENT A NOT-INSIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF TIME FROM MY ONE AND ONLY LIFE TO IMAGINE HOW THAT EXACT SCENARIO WOULD GO. I'M NOT EVEN GONNA GET INTO THE SEVEN STAGES* OF GRIEF YOU'D GET INTO IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY HORFED UP SOME OF MOON'S SPECIAL STANK

YOU MAKE THE BOYS LOOK SO DAMN APPEALING I WANNA CRY. ANYTHING YOU DRAW WITH THEM USES THESE REALLY GORGEOUS, SIMPLE SHAPES THAT MAKE THEIR DESIGNS EASY TO UNDERSTAND, BUT THE DESIGNS THEMSELVES ARE SO UNIQUE THAT THEY'RE INSTANTLY MEMORABLE. also, this is kind of a weird thing to point out, but I really like the way you draw folds in clothes? it's something I've always struggled with, and you just seem to add a little scribbled loop or two at the armpits and elbows and suddenly that shirt that character's wearing looks hella comfortable. AND THEIR COLOR PALETTES ARE GORGEOUS AND PERFECTLY ACCENTUATE THEIR PERSONALITIES SUN ALL WARM AND GOLDEN AND MOON CHILL AND COOLER THEIR COLORS MAKE THE CHARACTERS FEEL LIKE THEY HAVE A TEMPERATURE

I LOVE YOUR SHORT LIL COMICS WITH THEM AND I WOULD HAPPILY READ A HUNDRED MORE and your short story with the flower boys was cute as hell too I'M A HUGE SUCKER FOR ANY STORY WHERE ONE CHARACTER SEES ANOTHER CHARACTER WHO'S A COMPLETE MESS AND IS LIKE "oh I'm so gonna fix you" IT'S LIKE MY CATNIP AND THE FACT THAT YOU DO THAT WITH REALLY GOOD ART AND CUTE STORIES AND A HINT AT A TRAGIC BACKSTORY? YES YES YES YES YES KISSING YOU STRAIGHT UP FROLICKING I AM THROWING HANDFULS OF THOSE WEIRD MUTANT RED MARIGOLDS THAT STARTED GROWING IN MY PORCH FLOWERPOTS AT YOU

*the extra two stages of grief are "Regret (Bass Boosted)" and "Evil Sleep"

HFSGJGKD I COULDN'T KEEP THIS ASK TO MYSELF ANY LONGER

ORDINARY YOU EXTRAORDINARY BASTARD, THIS IS WHY EVERYBODY IN THIS COMMUNTIY LOVES YOU.

Honestly I don't think kissing Sun would be that weird, since sunflower seeds are a bit dusty feeling, but rather tender and firm otherwise. If it gets in your teeth...

Chew it, spit the casing out into the trash, and swallow it. He'll lose his mind. (Y'know like because??? That's not a normal thing that happens during kissy kissy smooches and somebody not being upset by it would just reassure him that okay they DO like me, even my bad or weird parts, y'know??? It'd send him over the moon)

And I mean... I've discussed this before but you CAN kiss Moon. I made a loophole for the simps.

If he wants to, he can just (mostly) nullify his effects so that those in close proximity can't really feel them like they normally would. He just doesn't most of the time because it's helpful and Sun isn't really affected by it. However, the mostly part is still there, so you're gonna get HELLA good sleep after smooching this dude.

Did I also mention he'd totally hide the two of your faces with his petals whenever you kiss??? Did I did I?? It's just the two of you in those moments, nobody else.

Jsjsjsj thank you for all the praise I'm gonna shed tears

THE BOYS ARE JUST SIMPLE BECAUSE I HATE COMPLEX CHARACTER DESIGNS WITH A PASSION LMAO, IT'S FOR THE REDRAWABILITY and I have no idea how I did those colour palettes but I agree they do look really good (even though sun gets called eclipse sometimes heh)

I draw sleeves the way I do because it's just a simplified version of the way loose sleeves tend to fold (and I draw loose sleeves much more than I should) plus I've just stared at a lot of artists that do that over the years

AND IT WASN'T A SHORT STORY LMAO I'M JUST REALLY BAD AT WRITING CONSISTENTLY

Maybe... they can fix each other?? Teehee

BUT ALSO AGAIN GKJTSKS THANK YOU SO MUCH

Your flowers were spicy but they went down alright (a bit crunchy too, but that could've been the pot)

#SERIOUSLY THOUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAA #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #flowershop au #art #moon x reader #sun x reader #fnaf security breach #i love tragic backstories so much #I'm gonna make a drawing with you comforting them one day #can you guys tell I like hurt/comfort #asks

[minzbins]

CHANGBIN  ♡  MOMENT FOR STAY

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Back to Square One (04)

Clyde came into my room and coughed dramatically as I sprayed my hair with product. I rolled my eyes at him as he continued to fake cough long after I set the can down on my desk. He laughed at his own antics and closed my door slightly to use the mirror that was hanging on the back of it and began fussing with his hair.

"And you say that I'm dramatic about my looks... At least I don't take three hours to pick an outfit and do my hair," I laughed at him as he shot me a nasty look.

"At least I... um... You know what, you don't deserve a response."

I laughed at his lack of a come-back. "Okay, well, anyways are you done? I don't want to be late and if you aren't ready I'm leaving without you."

He opened his mouth to argue but I was already making my way down the stairs, texting butters that I was on my way. Clyde closed my door behind him as he quickly followed behind me, shouting a 'bye' to our dad. Now that he was actually moving, I rushed to the car and plopped down in the driver seat. Clyde and I both had out licenses, but Dad had only gotten one car for the both of us to share. Something about teaching us responsibility? I don't even know, he got really lucky that Clyde and I somehow ended up going to the same college.

Clyde watched this and frowned as he walked over to the passenger seat.

"Why do you get to drive," he whined as I began backing out of the driveway.

"Because I'm a better driver? Besides, you could have driven if you walked faster." I flashed him a smug grin as I drove off toward Butters' apartment.

After a few minutes, we were already stepping off the elevator and watching the door swing wide open, revealing a Butters who had already clearly been drinking a bit. As I stepped into the apartment, Bebe rushed over to me and engulfed me in a tight hug.

"Y/N!! Hiii," she smiled. "Do you want some Malibu? I saved some for you!" Bebe laughed as she talked. Knowing her, the 'some' she saved was maybe two small sips that she had missed when she chugged the bottle.

"Can I have some," my brother quickly asked before I could even open my mouth to respond. Bebe rolled her eyes and flipped him off as she pulled me over to the couch, still hugging me. I smiled and waved at Wendy who also rushed over to give me a hug. The three of us sat on the couch as I filled them in on how it's been out of town. Clyde and Butters made their way over to us, and sat on the coffee table across from us. Butters handed me a can of strawberry lemonade Truly, which I cracked open in no time at all. It was gone in under a minute.

"Clyde, go get me another one of these," I smiled at him, handing him the empty can. He walked off to the fridge, mumbling about me treating him like a servant. I continued rambling about my experiences at school when I saw Wendy mouthing something to somebody across the room. I glanced over and my smile dropped when I saw the glaring eyes of Stan Marsh.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I'll be right back," Wendy apologized as she stood and walked over to her boyfriend. I watched them talk for a moment. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Stan looked frustrated. Clyde came back and shoved the new can in my face, interrupting my very bad attempt at eavesdropping. Again, I drank it quickly.

Just seeing Stan's reaction to my presence was enough to remind me of why I was so unsure about going to this party. Butters looked at me with a concerned smile before speaking loudly over the bass-boosted music.

"I'll go talk to them." He stood up and pushed through the crowd over to Stan and his friends. I watched as Butters made his way over there, recognizing each of the people surrounding the dark haired male. I saw a blonde who was already drunk off his ass, and I figured that had to be Kenny. I saw another blonde with a black haired guy, both of whom looked like they wanted to be anywhere else. I wondered when Tweek and Craig started hanging with Stan... Then, between people drunkenly bumping into each other, I saw a pair of irritated eyes practically staring through me. Annoyed, I chugged the rest of my drink. Clyde sighed before I could even say anything, and walked back to the fridge to get me another one.

"Y/N," Bebe started. "Drink one more and I'm making you move. You're so boring right now!" She dragged out each word, slurring her speech. I couldn't tell if she was actually drunk or just matching the vibes of the atmosphere. Either way, I was glad she was here with me. I needed to get my mind off the eyes glaring at my every move across the room.

Before I knew it, the coffee table and floor around my feet was littered with empty cans of Truly and beer. Bebe pulled me off the couch we stumbled into the bulk of the partygoers. I laughed as we danced, feeling like we were in some cheesy '90s coming-of-age movie. My fun was cut short, though when I tripped over my own feet. If it weren't for Bebe catching my arm before I could fall, I would have landed right in the lap of the very person who had been glaring daggers at me: Kyle Broflovski. He opened his mouth to say something to me, but Bee twirled me around, pushing me away from him. Somehow we ended up right back there next to him again, though.

I let out a sigh. I, for one, was ready to move on from what had happened all those years ago. I stopped Bebe from dragging me away again and smiled at her. She gave me an unsure look before stumbling off to the kitchen to find some more liquor that she didn't need. I leaned back against the wall next to Kyle, crossing my arms to mimic his annoyed manner. He continued to stare at me, raising an eyebrow as I began to talk.

"So... How have you been, Kyle? It's been a while, huh?" I offered him a friendly smile which he did not return. In fact, he continued to stare blankly at me, almost scowling at my presence. I continued to try to have a little bit of small talk, but the most response I got was a couple of eye rolls and irritated sighs. I opened my mouth to continue to attempt, but he spoke bluntly before I had the chance.

"Drop the act, Y/N. We both know that you were invited to this out of pity. Not a single person actually wants you here. It's a miracle that Butters is nice enough to give you another chance. You don't deserve it." His words were cold and sharp and stung deeply. I knew that he was still upset, but he had never been so cold... It just made me wonder what had been said about me that I never got to hear.

"You know, out of anyone I'm the most surprised that you believed him. I'll never understand that. I thought that maybe after a whole ass decade, you would have moved on, but I suppose you always were one to surprise me, Kyle." I pushed myself off the wall before he had a chance to respond and walked quickly out the door. My eyes stung and my head was spinning as I opened the door to the stairwell and sat down. I took some deep breaths as I heard someone coming down the stairs. I scooted myself closer to the wall to let them pass by me, but instead, they sat beside me.

I wiped my eyes and looked over to see who this mystery person was, and smiled in surprise. I had never been very close to them in school, but it was refreshing to see somebody who didn't care enough about rumors to hate me. After a moment of silence and me trying to curb my sniffles, they spoke up.

"Is everything okay?"

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#back to square one #clyde donovan #kyle broflovski x reader #south park smau #south park x reader #south park x y/n #y/n #south park x you #bebe stevens #wendy testaburger #butters stotch

[eggtartz]

a/n : my previous rindou fic got overwhelming likes thankyou sm 😭 so here another rindou fic hehe <3

summary : just wild dancing with rindou in the club (inspired by)

wc : 821

roppongi was ruled by the haitani's. the siblings was the leaders of the pact there so when you stated your intention to have fun time at the party, your boyfriend rindou agreed to it. except that, it wasn't fun and he was guarding your drink all the time so you won't be too drunk.

"rindoun c'mon i've been drinking coke all the time" you complained when another coke was served to you on the bar. he took the glass and pushed it in front of you. "i don't know what you're saying, i just don't want you to get too drunk. you're horrendous when you're drunk"

he said while sipping the alcohol in his hand. it isn't fair how he could drink the substance but you couldn't when you've been wanting to loose some screws in your head. upon drinking too many coke, you stand to head to the bathroom. by the corner of your eye, you saw rindou following you. "it's okay rin, you can see the bathroom from here i'll be fine" you assured your boyfriend.

you knew he was doing this because he was worried you might bump into some shady guys in the area although no one was stupid enough to mess with rindou haitani's girlfriend.

after using the toilet and sighing heavily, you were washing your hands until you saw a cup of liquor on the sink. you were so curious of how it tasted like, one sip couldn't mean any harm.

"woah there sorry that's my drink" a girl approached you while holding a blunt on her hand. "oh sorry, i was curious how it taste like. my boyfriend doesn't let me drink"

"excuse me?" her friend, you assumed asked you while staring at you through the mirror. she was holding a red lipstick and a small pocket mirror. it's then you realized that the girl had her own group consisting of four to five people who had drinks in their hands.

"wait hold on that can't happen stay here i'll grab something from the bar to freshen you up" the third girl said, makeup in hand. "oh you poor thing, came to the club but couldn't drink. you know what? ditch your boyfriend for a bit, hang out with us" one of them said while fixing her lashes.

"i don't think i can. my boyfriend is like right there watching the door. he'd noticed" you heard she said a tsk before suggesting "then let's get you drunk here"

you drank at least five shots of the strong liquor with them in the bathroom and as they were very chatty, the water was affecting your system pretty quickly. you were giggling a lot so they smiled at you sweetly "oh look at you all red. let's get you back to your boyfriend, he must be worried" she held your hand but you refused. what's the use if you came here but didn't had fun anyway.

meanwhile outside rindou was talking to ran until he heard a commotion on the dance floor. he didn't mind it, it was normal to him anyway. but something caught his attention. a short figure wearing a black dress was wildly dancing and he didn't need to glance twice to confirm that was indeed his girlfriend.

he rushed towards you who have been swaying your hips to multiple directions while bobbing your had to the music the dj was playing. rindou tried stopping your body from moving but you caught his hands and placed them on your waist while you slithered your arms on his neck. he saw in the club lights that you were red all over leaned towards you "how many have you been drinking?" he asked with a frown. you giggled "mmf enough" you answered with a playful tone.

the dj then changed the music to an edm song. it was one of your favorite songs so stopped your movement and bent over a bit to take off your heels. bare foot, you jumped with the bass boost of the song that was echoing while offering rindou another hand of yours. "c'mon, rinnie the night won't last forever" you said with hiccups.

rindou that tried to drag you back home gave up and just danced there with you. everyone in the club was jumping to the exciting beats of the song and one of the people there sprayed a bottle of beer on the dance floor. rindou was lifting you in the air since you were two seconds from collapsing but you were the most happiest at the moment. happy, with your boyfriend, in his arms. rindou was content on seeing your face.

you couldn't sleep last night and talked all night long when rindou took you home. he kissed your forehead and put a blanket on your body which you snuggled comfortably. he'll return next morning because he oh just knows that you'll have the heaviest hangover.

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[yjano]

Who I am now?

Part 20.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

Warnings: Strong language, angst scenes. 18+ content can be found.

Words: 3.9k

Author's note: This story contains mature topics and is not fully related to the duskwood game. A different parallel with different personalities. Thank you everyone for following and liking this! lly.♡

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Epilogue.

-eleven months later-

I readjusted the strap of my dirty dungarees on my shoulder, groaning slightly when it slipped right off my shoulder seconds later. Resigned, I sighed and kneeled by the many cardboard boxes stacked against the wall of my new bedroom, reaching for the box closest to me and hauling it onto my lap, my paint-spattered hands fumbled with the duct tape securing the box closed.

Within seconds, the duct tape was laid in a heap by my bare feet, the box placed haphazardly on my lap. I rummaged through the contents of the cardboard, looking for the set of paintbrushes I purchased recently to paint the walls of our new home.

I draw out what feels like the cellophane covering of my paintbrushes and glanced down at the item in my hands with a confused frown overcoming my features.

"What" I started, turning and studying the notebook in my hand with furrowed brows.

Is this mine? or Jake's? I questioned myself, lifting the front cover of the notepad with curious eyes finding inked, neat notations littering the page. Notations were addressed to Jake-notations from me.

Surprised, I blinked at the sight of my little notes created for Jake when we have separated months ago from each other.

A slight smile overcame my face when I thumbed through page after page of notes I was meant to give to Jake but never actually managed to, and rather than feel disheartened that I'd forgotten all about this notepad, I grinned to myself as I was reading words and phrases from his small entries.

Miss you so much. Medication. Dear Jake. Just go home. Felt detached. In your arms. Hospital. My heart hurts. Hate this. Not with me anymore. I miss you. this-

I was grinning. I was grinning because I'm no longer confined within a hospital ward, no longer scrutinized under apprehensive eyes. I was no longer weak, I was no longer stared at with something akin to sympathy in people's eyes, and II was no longer suffering from chronic heartbreak. I was no longer alone-no. I was free, I was free now.

Not bothering to properly read through my many notes, I closed the notepad and smiled to myself, thinking back to the heartache I've experienced maybe ten months ago. I thought back to the misery I was in, the pain I felt. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head slightly in disbelief when I compared my heartache to what I was feeling now. Happiness, joy, and love.

Jake had way too much of an effect on me. Nonetheless, I was glad.

Forgetting the paintbrushes I had acquired, I climbed to my feet, notepad in hand, and carefully weaved my way in and out of the moving boxes collecting dust in my bedroom.

Eventually near the door that I had closed after myself. I grinned at the bass-boosted music playing from Jake's speakers, the loud laughter, and the yells emanating from behind the heavy oak wood door.

Pulling the door open, I stepped out onto the landing overlooking the supposed living room space below and walked over to the banister, leaning over the barricade with my elbows resting atop the wooden railings, still holding my notepad in my left hand.

I smiled at the scene before me and cupped my cheeks with my free hand. My eyes followed the movements of my friends down below.

Jessy was sitting on Dan's shoulders, laughing at something that Dan said. She swiped a wet paintbrush against the wall, covering the expanse of wall cerulean blue. She was wearing one of my old dress shirts, not wanting to stain her clothes with blue and the cotton material submerged her whole, making her look so small and sweet.

And her boyfriend, Dan, grinned at the sound of Jessy's laughter, clearly in love with the sound. With eyes full of adoration for her. Dan settled his hands atop Jessy's jeans-clad thighs and murmured something else to the petite girl that had him smiling. Jessy glanced down and lovingly run her free hand through his brown long locks.

Smiling my gaze veered to the left, noticing the other couple painting another wall with bright blue. Sam, sit carefully on one of the ledges of a small stepladder, painting with coral coloring his features as he listened attentively to Asher who leaned against the stepladder, holding the can of paint for him and grinning up at him as he spoke.

Sam, the biggest racer admitted to having romantic feelings for Asher and could never be happier for my boyfriend's best friend. I think calm Asher suited wild Sam perfectly. Sam wasn't around often, because he was busy with racing. Asher was happy that his boyfriend found some time for him and us.

Today's moon must be a cobalt one since Sam had free time, time that he originally intended to use by taking me and Jake out for dinner and most likely grilling Jake with his usual teasing. But now he spent it sitting on a rickety stepladder Jake borrowed from someone, painting, and also wearing one of Jake's old shirts to prevent paint from spattering on his soft cashmere sweater.

I think I can safely say that Sam doesn't seem to be too dismayed that his dinner plans were canceled-no, he seemed to be pretty happy talking or let's say stumbling over his words with Asher.

This is, perhaps, the third time all of us hung out. The first time was at a get-together I orchestrated in the summer and then at Jake's surprise birthday party a few weeks ago and it was already evident that all of them liked each other quite a lot. Even Dan has grown to love Jake's friends. Judging from Dan's weekly phone calls describing what he had in common with Jake and his friends and how all of them had grown to drink with Dan whenever they got too stressed too.

I wanted them to have their backs on each other. And I was happy to see most of them being happy with each other company.

I giggled to myself now at the sight of coral deepening on Sam's cheeks when Asher offered him his hand to help him down the stepladder. I tilted my head slightly to see Asher's little dimple appear when Sam took his palm gingerly, walking down the stepladder whilst smiling a little at his boy.

Asher, from my perspective, was cute unexpectedly cute. When I first met the guy at Jake's surprise birthday party. I was more than just surprised to understand that the guy who accidentally knocked Jake's red eye car model cake over and was close to tears with how distraught he was, was the same guy who ran the largest underground drug trafficking ring.

Later, when Jake introduced us to each other, I couldn't stop laughing. I had thought Asher would be a tattooed, pierced, part drug addict, hulk of a man who'd try to kidnap me the very second we were alone but nope.

Asher was nothing but a gentleman, or let's say a little too flirty gentlemen, though I got the pierced part correct. Asher did have a nose piercing, a silver ring that glinted slightly in the artificial light.

Anyway, Asher had shaken hands with me and even complimented me on my arrangements for Jake's surprise birthday party and apologized profusely for knocking the cake over. I couldn't be possibly mad with him, not with the way he fumbled with his awkwardly big hands when he was nervous, not when he smiled and that cute lil dimple made an appearance, and certainly not when he complimented my half-assed decorating with such sincerity.

Asher had left me wondering how in the world he was a supposed drug lord. Later, when I had voiced my question to Jake, he had laughed, saying he wondered the same too.

I cast my gaze toward another pair couple, Kaden and Lex, and immediately I sighed at the sight of the two.

Ah, Lex and Kaden.

"I fucking dare you to call me shortcake again, I fucking double dare-"

"Short. Cake."

"Right. I'm gonna give you a minute to reflect on your words and if you feel like apologizing for them, then please do so-"

"And if I don't wanna apologize?"

"Apologize otherwise I'm gonna-"

"You're gonna what? Stomp on my toes with your little sneakers?"

"That's it. I'm done with you-"

"I'm done with you too."

"Oh for fucks sake- You can't be done with me when I said that I'm done with you first Kaden-"

"Maybe you should act like your age Lex because you make no sense-"

"Oh, fuck off"

"No, you fuck off. This is my best friend's and my brother's home."

"No, this is my best friend's-"

Just like the way I had planned a small, summer get-together a couple of months ago, I had high hopes that by subtly pairing Kaden and Lex back together. I hoped Lex would be able to soften up and forgive Kaden.

But if Lex managed to do anything. It only fuelled Kaden's and my expectations.

-a couple of months ago-

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Nymos focus.

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I narrowed my eyes at Mc and Jake who were seated a few meters away, holding hands and conversing animatedly with Jessy and Dan. They look like the epitome of joy. And of course, I am happy for my brother, I am. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy. Knowing Jake is finally living his life to the fullest, something he wasn't able to do for quite some time now.

But still, something residing in the back of me had me warily looking over at the two more times than I'd liked to within a minute. I just thought it was just my instinct to protect my baby bro. But at the same time to protect the screaming baby too. Yeah, I just wanted to know if they both were okay.

Momentarily taking note that in the corner of my eye, I noticed someone coming to stand by my side. I calmly sipped at my drink whilst someone beside me hummed along to the pop song streaming from the cafe's loudspeakers as she was sipping at her drink.

"Well, hello to you too Kaden." I heard Lex's voice and gave no reply.

"Hey, I promise you they're not gonna skin each other alive with their butter knife." She spoke up, chuckling a little, "You don't have to keep an eye on them every second of the hour."

Frowning slightly, I glanced to my left to see a petite girl standing close by my side with her arms folded over her chest and smiling sarcastically up at me. She wore white shorts and a similarly plain white tee under an oversized black plaid shirt, and boots accompanying the overall look. Lex shook her soft hair out of her eyes, waiting patiently for my response.

I simply returned my gaze to Mc with a displeased grunt escaping from my mouth.

Curious, Lex tilted her head upwards a little to peer up at me through the rounded spectacles she wore on the bridge of her nose, his warm eyes studied my side profile.

"Really. You've got nothing to be worried about. Stop treating Jake like a kid."

"What do you mean I've got nothing to be worried about? I have to look after them because who else will." I grunted, looking away from Lex.

"And while we're on the topic, listen up, shortcake. Here's a little warning for you. If any of them tries anything funny with each other that I don't like, I'm not gonna hesitate to blame it on you. Alright?"

Lex's brows furrowed slightly and she looked down at the tiled floor, processing my indirect threat before retraining her gaze on my side profile again with a frown on her face.

"I could say the same to you too." She replied slowly as if testing the waters she was about to delve into.

"They've been through a lot since they parted away. So if something happens to them. I too won't hesitate to punch you in the face, no matter how much I love your humor."

I swiveled my head around to glare at Lex.

"Excuse me? Are we talking about the same people? Mc wouldn't hurt a godamn fly and you know that. But Jake, on the other hand, hurt Mc for months purely because he couldn't fucking grow a pair of balls." I hissed towering over Lex and using my height to my full advantage. I didn't care if I took Mc's side on it. Because I know Mc. And she wouldn't hurt Jake. But Jake is complicated. He can always find a reason to hate himself for his crime and leave Mc. I as well know I was being a little mean right now but really, all I wanted was for Lex to just leave me alone because I'm not good for her.

"Hey!" Lex lifted a small hand to my broad chest, prodding me hard as she spoke.

"Jake had a lot." Prod. "Going on at that time so leave." Prod. "Him." Prod. "Alone." Prod. "He's keeping Mc happy now." Prod. "And that's all that matters, okay? He's your brother and you know how it is." Frowning, she gave one last prod to punctuate her words.

Prod.

"Will you quit with the poking?" I growled in reply, swatting her small hand away. "Because, shortcake, you've got an awful lot of force for someone as small-"

"Don't call me that." Lex scowled.

"Don't call you what?"

"Shortcake." Lex enunciated with her teeth gritting together and her small hands balling into angered little fists. My gaze fell to her hands. Mm. She's just as cute as before.

"You want me to quit calling you shortcake, shortcake?" I queried, stepping forwards nonchalantly.

"Yes." Defiantly, Lex stepped forward too.

"Hm," I pretended to contemplate, stepping forward again, now fully towering over Lex scornfully. She stumbled back, with her eyes widening momentarily at the proximity between us. Still, I didn't let up, I leaned down, murmuring against the curve of her ear.

"Yeah, no. Shortcake is fitting for you."

Anger was written all over her face when she reached forwards with her fingers grasping my shirt and tugging it harshly so my face would be level with her.

Startled, my eyes widened the slightest bit at the surprising force Lex used to pull me to her height.

"Seriously, quit it." Lex hissed, pulling me close.

"Sorry, what was that, shortcake?" I gritted out, trying to wrench my now crumpled shirt from her grasp, "Couldn't hear you from down there-"

"You piece of-"

"The fuck! Did you just seriously headbutt me?!"

-present-

We won't delve deeper into the flashback as it only pained me when I remembered trying to break the two up.

Still, I had hope for the two's relationship because is it my wishful thinking or does Lex seriously blush a little at "shortcake"? Hm.

My attention was recaptured by the two once more when Lex shrieked suddenly, loudly, furrowing my brows, I and the others too cast their gaze towards Lex and immediately stifled chuckles at the sight of bright blue connecting her brow, creating an unsightly monobrow.

Unsurprisingly, Kaden stood before Lex, looking very pleased with himself and holding a paintbrush with blue daubs on the bristles.

Oh god, this is not gonna end well. Nevertheless, I was amused when Lex grabbed her paintbrush and surged forward with a displeased growl. Understanding her movements at once, Kaden quickly sidestepped to the left, laughing when Lex stumbled forwards, missing him.

Knowing that I'll probably have to soon retain the two from each other by once again becoming the filling to their aggressive make out. I sighed about to push myself off the banister of the landing when the front door to my new home opened with a boy nudging the door open as his paint-spattered hands were too occupied with upholding boxes of pizza.

I smiled to myself at the sight of the love of my life walking into our home, already laughing at Lex's painted monobrow as he set the boxes of pizza onto a coffee table.

He looked good as he always did. But today, in my opinion, he looks extremely good. But then again, I am biased when it comes to Jake.

Nonetheless, Jake does look insanely attractive these days, with his arm now tattooed with a dragon that entwined itself around his arm, rising to his shoulder before halting there.

In addition, his jet black hair had grown, grown long enough for his hair to be tied off his forehead in a half-assed manner with an elastic band with just a single coal-colored strand slipping its way past and falling over his forehead again.

But other than the fact that he's got other tattoos and his hair had grown slightly longer, Jake was still the same, still mine, and I find myself in awe that I get to call such a handsome man as Jake as mine.

All mine. And I'm all his.

I glanced at my left hand where a silver band, similar to a wedding ring, encircled my finger, the piece of jewelry meaning so much more than being just a mere accessory.

"It's a promise ring, not a wedding ring. But you can wear it on your ring finger if you want! Shit, why am I so nervous? Basically. Sam told me that his sister's husband brought her a promise ring, promising to one day marry her, and, I thought it was pretty cute, you know promising to someone like that so. This ring is a promise that I won't let you be alone anymore, baby. Let's uh, stick together- Oh fuck, I'm being so awkward. stop laughing, Mc!"

Smiling, I looked down at the notepad and instantaneously thought of my resolution for the letters in my hand. Rather than give these to Jake to read or read them all myself. I will simply discard these letters. Yeah, why would I reminisce about the painful past when I have so much in the present and so much more in the future? There are so many positives in my life right now and I don't want to counteract us with the negatives just yet until the negative aspects do make an appearance.

I promised to make the most of the good things in my life now, and now I will start with eating pizza whilst getting surrounded by the loud laughter of my friends.

I pushed myself off the banister and walked towards the staircase, about to walk down when my mobile phone vibrated in the pocket of my dungarees. Pulling my phone out and reading the notifications appearing on my lock screen, I slowly walked down the set of stairs.

Lilly: Hi hi hi hi!

Lilly: Guess who's coming to your apartment?

Lilly: Your girl!

Lilly: We gotta celebrate! I'm bringing Hannah, Phil, Cleo, and Thomas because he didn't want to let Hannah go alone. 🤭

Lilly: let's get some fancy-ass wine and some of those lil canapés thingies I'm willing to meet you and your gang Mc :) - P.H.

Happiness for my Duskwood friends coming here surged through the entirety of my body. I was glad to know that they had finally accepted everything and were ready to meet Jake and his friends too.

Lilly: We are a few hours away from you but don't start to party without us!

Laughing at Lilly's messages, I stepped off the last step of the staircase and pocketed my phone with a grin on my face. I walked into the living room area, heading over to my friends after I had dumped my letters in the bin.

"Hey, where have you been?" Jake asked me when I came to stand by his side, subtly slipping my palm into his. Smiling, I tilted my head slightly so I could rest my head on Jake's shoulder and hummed out.

"Oh, nowhere. I was just reminiscing a little upstairs."

Curious, Jake quirked a dark eyebrow.

"And what were you reminiscing?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing much just remembered that time when you seemed to have become an angry bird overnight and hugged the fuck out of me."

"Hey! We promised not to speak of that!"

I just laughed in reply.

"Oh by the way your half-sisters are coming and others too...So we better prepare yeah?" I smiled at him and leaned in for a soft kiss.

Dear Jake...I lie beside you now and I think back to how afraid I was. I think back to how afraid I was to acknowledge the erratic beating of my heart for you. I think back to how afraid I was of losing myself in those eyes that glinted dangerous ice in the summer sunlight. I think back to how afraid I was when we kissed for the first time and how my mind was utterly contaminated with wanting to kiss you again.

You might not have felt it but I felt the jolt of red electricity coursing through my veins, traveling straight for my weak heart that had nervously cowered then behind my ribcage.

I lie beside you now and I think how happy I am now. I think how happy I am to know that if I were to place my palm upon your broad chest, I would feel your heart beat strongly for mine in a similar manner. I think how happy I am to be able to cast myself into your obsidian eyes and lose all sense of rationality within me, whilst understanding that I'm in safe hands despite that dangerous glint in your eyes. I think how happy I am to know that you too feel that hot rush of energy within your body.

I lie beside you now and smile slightly at your peacefully sleeping form, wondering how I've managed to claim you as mine and how you've managed to claim me as yours despite our one hundred differences.

I'm glad we've gotten past them and ended up where we are now, baby. Even if we are on the run. You know that I got your back lover. -love.

This is the end...

I can't explain how thankful I am to have gotten this far and have you guys by my side. I never thought this story will get attention or if it would ever get this far, but you all exceeded my expectations that one morning I woke up to lovely notifications. I love all of you silent readers because everyone who has read this story deserves all the love. You guys have surpassed all of my expectations, and I cannot even describe my love for you guys. Though this is the end of 'Who I am now?'

I hope we will continue to see each other again in my other work (yes I'm preparing something.) You all mean so much to me it's not even funny. I will forever remember all your comments, thank you, for the final time. You guys are important, wanted, and amazingly beautiful. I love you all to a whole galaxy and back. Now that the story has ended, feel free to ask questions to clear up any remaining confusion!

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[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

tagged by @kommunarde to talk about 5 things im interested in!!! mwah <3

1.) sally hansen insta-dri nail laquer in shade beet-ing heart: its wretched. its horrific. its so bright that you can see it perfectly in in a dark room. my phone case is a similar color and it almost makes the iphone (least erotic machine ever) erotic. beet-ing heart comes to me in dreams as a weapon of god. if i ever found myself in twin peaks' black lodge, the curtains would be beet-ing heart instead of red. when my body gets cut open for an autopsy, i would want all my organs and blood to be beet-ing heart pink, if only to baffle and nauseate the pathologists. freakshow pink. i-killed-my-boyfriend-and-now-his-body-is-rotting-in-the-trunk pink. john waters double feature pink. 1980s special effects pink. it’s rocky horror’s speed freak cousin, unstable terror, and it just bit off someone’s dick while giving them a blowjob. bass-boosted nightcore remixes of hyperpop. any horror movie involving a pageant. its gleeful and disruptive and entirely horrific and i am so fucking obsessed with it that i could eat it. pictures cannot do this monstrosity justice.

2.) the iconography of coca cola: coca cola is effectively a superstar to me. pop stars want what coca cola has. the red and white can has become so culturally ingrained that to even mention coca cola is like invoking the presence of Big America into the conversation. its effectively the shein coquette section of drinks-- its trying to remain like 50s/60s-flirtatious-picnics-fourth of july-lana del rey-patriotism and its working, which is insane because its actually microplastics-child slavery-landfill fuel-destroying multiple environments-capitalism. i hate her. i can't live without her. i want to murder suicide us. she (the iconic can full of delicious beverage) is everything and he (coca cola corporation) is actually far more sinister than ken could ever dream being. the can and the corporation are entirely separate in the societal mind like some sort of beverage dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, purely because shes our beautiful girlfriend whose faults we must ignore if we want to keep dating her. absolutely fascinating to me.

3.) red as a fetish: i'm not talking about how sexy things are red-- or at least red adjacent (think: genitalia, an open throat, a lot of lingerie, sex scene lighting in some films, etc), i'm talking about how red has transcended the cultural association of sex and being "naughty" to become something that brands things as adult or sexual by its mere presence. i know dozens of girls who got told by their parents to never wear red nail polish or lipstick or a red dress because it would make them come off as slutty or harlots or whatever word the parents felt like using to describe promiscuity. red is also one of the first colors to have a cultural gender binary inside of it, based off societal expectations for men vs. women-- on a man red says "aggression", but on a woman red says "sex". i don't think it would be like that if our general culture allowed women to be angry and was normal about angry women (as opposed to having the separate section of "female rage" consisting of crying or maybe a slap-- something that comes off to me as more of a purple or dark blue, in all honesty) but thats a separate post. red's nature is that its a primal and biological color, signaling blood and sex to the masses, and this means that anything thats red has the effect of biology which makes it fuckable, even if its something as paltry as a soda can or a shoe. because of this effect, red has transcended being used for fetishes and has become a fetish in itself, and i just think thats neat.

4.) smells and love: i know i have a bit of a sensitive nose, but everyone has a separate smell to them. its impacted by what the person consumed that day, what they were doing, if they were sweating or not, etc., but underneath it all there is a unique scent, like some sort of a biological thumbprint. a lot of it is because of the persons daily routines and whatnot, which really just makes it more interesting and more like character-defining, if that makes sense-- for an example, i know i smell powdery (cosmetics), sugary (daily soda), dirty (i like dirt and i touch it frequently), and a bit acrid (smoking mint to try and stave off nicotine cravings) on top of the unique and innate fleshiness that every living person has. my father smells spicy (tiger balm), rubbery (palo santo smudge stick), that distinct and unnameable fresh-woodsy-citrusy-whatever smell of mens hygiene products, gasoline-sweet (motor oil, wd-40), and the flesh smell, but his is slightly different than mine. there was a time in my life when i could literally close my eyes and walk by someone i spent a lot of time with, and i would be able to tell who it was. you know. its a matter of knowledge and memorization and time spent together. i just think its very sweet.

5.) making up incredibly elaborate and impossible stories as to how i got the mystery bruise of the day: i could be like 'i must have bumped my leg' or just not care at all, but where's the fun in that? the one on my knee is because i was on a tropical beach dancing in the moonlight with a soft-eyed lover, and when we tried the dirty dancing lift for shits and giggles, they dropped me and i fell right onto a lovely pearlescent seashell. of course i didn't mind, because i was having so much fun that i didn't notice any pain i might have been in, and besides-- i was laughing the whole way down. the one on my calf is because i was in a fight club and kicked someone in the hip so hard that my leg bruised. carry on in this manner until there are overly detailed stories about every single mystery bruise you have, and i swear you'll have a little bit more joy in your life.

tagging @hauntedwoman @alpacinolover @holemotif @capvlian @exitmusicfrafilm @exitwound and anyone else who wants to <3<3<3

#these are all so specific and long but!!! this was very fun ty for tagging me felice <3<3<3<3<3 #hollyws #tag game

[girlishful]

Hi could you do haechan angst where he cheats on reader 🥺

Hi! Sorry this took a whole month, firstly i’d like to say that i don’t write cheating fics so i made an alternative that would hurt almost just as much hehe. I hope you enjoy!

pairings :: fratboy!haechan x y/n

genre :: fluff and angst

words :: ± 900

warnings :: kiss, sexual innuendos, cheating??, alcohol, frat party idk why i put this in the warnings but n e ways.. enjoy! 😁

“Wait. I know you’re not a big party fan but should come more often, it’ll be nice to have someone take care of him when he’s had too many drinks.” Mark chuckled. A bottle of beer in his hand pointing weakly at your boyfriend who was dancing on the dance floor energetically. You shook your head and chuckled at his small antics, his gaze met your eyes, making him throw a playful wink at you before biting his bottom lip and pointed your way where you were standing in the kitchen of the frat house of one-two-seven’s.

“In coming!” Haechan yelled, walking out of the crowd to pull your hands into his and started swaying to the music while trying to miserably fail at flirting with you. He played with his tongue, wiggling his eyebrows, towering your fifteen centimetres height gap and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “you look so hot tonight, baby.”

You laughed, throwing your head back and rested your arms on his shoulders before locking them on his neck. He kissed your throat and continued swaying to the music, “c’mon dance..”

“Haechie, you know I don’t dance..” you giggled.

“Try, just follow me.” He said, putting his canned beer on the kitchen counter to rest his palms on your hips. One of them being naughty enough to cheekily slip down and give your ass a small firm squeeze.

When the music finally slowed down to a smoother r & b beat, Nelly’s Dilemma being played, he looked into your eyes as you wiped away a few droplets of sweat running down his forehead and he rested it on yours. He mouthed “I love you” as his pupils shone glimmers into your eyes, twisting and turning the insides of your stomach. At that moment, in the midst of a chaotic, frantic, bass boosted noise frat party, it felt like the world only belongs to the both of you.

Until…

“Haechan! Beer pong!” A friend of his called after him, making him roll his eyes. You smiled and nodded at him, assuring that it’s okay he can go have fun with his friends. He made an apologetical expression and kissed your cheek before walking away to leave you alone once again. His arm was quickly pulled by his friends as you shift your weight onto your left leg to lean on the wall by the kitchen hallway and watched him join the game.

He looked over at where you were once in a while and as he was fifteen minutes into the game, he waved you over and pointed at the vacant seat on the sofa by the ping-pong table. You shook your head and pointed out to the backyard to tell him that you’re going to get some air. He nodded and raised a thumbs up your way as approval.

You made your way to the backyard where you found some students making out on the grass, you made sure you presence stays invisible as they did their deeds, as long as clothes haven’t started getting thrown, you’re good with sounds of lips smacking as company as you stare at the night sky and twinkling stars.

You pulled your phone out to see what has been making it buzz in your pocket and read the notifications from your boyfriend.

Sunshine: where are you?

Sunshine: come back here, it’s cold out there at night

Sunshine: i really don’t wanna hold a freezing ass tonight

You laughed shaking your head at the joke he sent, you made your way into the house again from the backdoor, your feet leading you as your head look around the room looking for your sunshine.

Your steps gradually get faster once you spotted his brown hair in the kitchen, the same place that you were watching him from. He was standing near the cabinets trying to look for something inside it when you realised someone else was in front of him, legs spread for him to stand in between. You could feel your heart stop the very moment you stopped walking towards him.

You were right by the kitchen hallway, able to see what the girl was doing to him. Her puckering lips planting dangerously hungry kisses on his neck, her fingers desperately trying to make him look at her and hopefully kiss her back. You took a step forward but not close enough for him to push her away, yet.

“Grace! That’s enough!” Haechan finally yelled, fed up with the girl’s seducing. He glanced over his shoulder and took a second look when he saw your eyes staring back at him in horror.

“Babe-“ he started. Slamming a cabinet’s door shut at the girl’s face.

The tears that you swelled up and held back from falling broke into a silent cry. You ran to the door, heading out of the frat house as he called your name over and over again, running after you. You quickly shovelled your car keys to start the engine and drove off the parking spot before he could stop you.

You rolled your windows down half to let the night air in as the radio sang Say It Right by Nelly Furtado. You hit the steering wheel a few times as you hear your phone ring Haechan’s personalised incoming call ringtone, making a u-turn to drive back home to your dorm where you hope that you’ll be having a good night's sleep.

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[purple-tello]

Ahem. Brothers. Sisters. Dumb dumb boyfriends of dumb dumb brothers. It is my greatest honor as you current Lair Games champion to proudly present to you this year's prize! The latest of my genius inventions, a revolution in how we travel, I give to you the Turtle Off-Roader!

The Turtle Off-Roader is a tricked up off-roading Jeep with special edition trims, a powerful 6.4 litre HEMI engine and up to 580 horse power! This baby was built for tackling mad terrain, and with her sun roof, LED lights that change to any color you can think of, beautiful sleek paint job and her surround sound bass boosted speakers, she does it in style!

Despite this year's OBVIOUSLY RIGGED LINEUP, I have no doubt this year's games are in the bag for yours truly. That being said, mandatory good luck to all of you, he says without real conviction.

FIBONACCI LET'S DO THIS

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[starmakesart]

When your boyfriend likes extra bass boosted music

#yugioh arc v #arc v #pawnshipping #yugo (arc v) #yuri arc v #joeri #this came to me while listening to hardstyle disturbia #yuri just wants to go home #yugo wont be able to hear for a whole week #starmakesart