#if i paint my lips red and yours blue can we make purple

[mysterygrl20]

the body is a canvas and dammit we're painting on it

#playboyy #playboyy the series #beck liveblogs #if i paint my lips red and yours blue can we make purple

[kenuis]

Come Through and Chill || plug!draken x fem!reader

You were just supposed to pick up some bud for the weekend... so how did you end up in bed with the hottest plug around?

Cw:weed, pussy eating, finger sucking, ptv, dirty talk, squirting, draken has a big cock (like coke can thick), belly bulge, pet names (baby, angel, good girl), not beta read (we die like men)

WC: 7.9 k I don't wanna talk about it.

Extra: Plug! Draken playlist.

‘Come through as soon as you’re off work, I got you.’

Blinking down at your bright phone screen you blink once, then twice. You hadn’t expected him to respond that quick in all honesty. “Hey girl.”

“Umm hello?!”

“Hey!”

You jolt as your friend calls your name, an amused tilt to her voice as she takes in your blotchy red cheeks. Tucking your phone away lightning quick you clear your throat, slumping back against the counter. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come out tonight?” Shaking your head, you cross your arms over your midsection as she tosses you a knowing smirk. You chew on your lower lip as trays of food and drinks whizz by you. Your legs and feet ache, hours of doing exactly what your co-workers are currently doing wearing on you. Your closest work friend raises her eyebrows as she leans her elbow against the shelf opposite of you. “So what’s the big plan then if you’re gonna be all by your lonesome?” You shrug, tucking your hands in your hoodie pockets, rubbing your finger over the ring that lays on your thumb. It’s a nervous habit you haven’t quite learned how to break. The spinning of the metal helps to center your thoughts as you stand there. You’ve already ordered a meal to take home after your shift, a bottle of wine in your fridge and endless hours of Netflix to carry you through the next few hours that will bleed into your first two solid days off in over a week. There was only one thing you were missing.  Your phone buzzes again and your eyebrows hit your hairline.

`1 location attached.`

‘No rush though, just wanna make sure you find the place okay.’

A place you’d been quite a few times if you recalled correctly. Sure the nights of partying were a little hazy, but you’d been to this particular spot enough times to know your way on your own.

‘I’ll let you know when I’m on my way, it shouldn't be too much longer.’

“Umm, just gonna pick up some smoke and then go home and veg. I’ve worked so many doubles over the past week.” It’s your co workers turn for her eyebrows to hit her hairline. Her smirk grows and the amused tone in her voice quickly turns to teasing as she straightens up to pinch your cheeks. 

“Ohhh you’re gonna go see that hot ass mechanic that was eyeing you up last weekend.”

You smack her hand away, trying to hide the way your face burns. “it’s not like that, I swear.”

“Suuuure.” She grabs your chin in her hand, squishing your cheeks together while she makes you look at her. “Is that why you gave him your number the last time we pulled through there? Cause you ‘just need bud.’” She giggles as she makes air quotes with the other hand. Letting out a snort, you manage to smack her hands away. “I’m serious!” Laughing you grab the to go box as the cook behind the window calls your name out. You grab what you’ve been waiting on and book it out the door, trying to ignore her hoots and hollers of, `it’s about damn time.` 

The night air is sticky, twilight blues and purple mixing with the fading pink and orange that paints the sky that’s about to throw her dark blanket of night over. Your keys dangle from your hand, jingling together as you walk towards your car. I

t’s a perfect evening, with most of the summer heat knocking out of the air the darker it got. Setting your food and bag in the passenger seat, you pull your phone out as you fiddle around with the stereo system. Bobbing your head along to the song that starts, you find the last message thread you had pulled up on your phone. ‘Draken’ complete with a little dragon emoji makes you roll your eyes.

‘On my way. Be there in 20.’

‘Perfect. It’s right under the mat, just like I said. Enjoy, angel.’

Confused. 

That’s the first feeling that creeps up on you as you walk down the hallway to his apartment. Usually it’s louder, a whole crowd that normally gathers here on Friday and Saturday evenings. There’s almost always music going, laughter coming from inside, the smell of food. It’s why you’d asked him to leave what you needed somewhere you could find it. The thought of being around tons of people after a long day of serving customers made you want to curl up in a ball, hidden away from the world.

Checking your watch you let out a small ‘huh’. It wasn’t late at all. 9pm glows up at you from your watch. It was early sure but still by now there would be at least some type of noise coming from the apartment.

Shrugging it off as you walk up to the door, you crouch down. Fingers brushing the rough edge of the door mat, you lift it only to find it empty underneath. Your brow knits together as you lift the entire thing only to find nothing but cold concrete staring up at you. Rising with a groan, you brush your hands off, watching as dust falls to the cement below your feet. Raising a fist, you almost hesitate, but as your foot hits the edge of the mat, another flash of annoyance shoots through you. 

All your weekend plans consisted of were your tv, your snacks, your wine and unfortunately, his bud. Letting out a sharp sigh, you knock, the rapping of your knuckles on the black door breaking apart the silence that hangs heavy in the hallway.

Rocking back and forth on your heels as you wait, you pull your phone out. No new notifications flash on the screen and you open your messages, shooting one off before you knock again.  You hear the chime of his phone and cross your arms over your mid section, waiting as you hear footsteps approaching the door. You turn your head to look over your shoulder, seeing that you’re still alone in the hallway when the door swings open, causing you to stop short and your mouth to dry out all in one swoop when you turn back to look at him.

The first thing you note is that he’s fresh out of the shower. A wafting scent of fresh pine, whatever scented soap he uses drifting across your nose. It tickles your senses, drifting into your nose. But that’s not where your eyes zero in. 

Your eyes flick down to the exposed skin of his abdomen. He’s in the middle of pulling on a black t-shirt, the material catching and sticking to still wet skin. Water droplets roll down the ridges of his muscles, carving a wet path that your tongue would kill to follow. His abdomen is on a brief display for you, each outline of solid muscle searing into your mind’s eye. The deep V of his hips seem like they were chiseled out of marble, something you would find in the finest art galleries.

Your eyes flick back up, trying to pull your attention away from the hard lines and dips in his skin. His shirt flutters into place but at this point none of that even helps. 

Wide eyes catch the dip of confusion in his brows, the way they knit together as dark eyes take in your form in front of him. Trailing down to see the frown that tugs at the corner of his mouth, pink lips opening and forming words. Forming words? Shit, he was talking to you and you couldn’t get your eyes off the droplet of water that trailed down his neck and clavicle, disappearing underneath his shirt. It warps around the gold chain that he pulls out of his collar and your stomach rolls at how insanely attractive the motion of his fingers and the sparkling gold against his skin is. “-okay angel?” Snapping your eyes to his, you swallow dryly . He raises a brow at you now, the tiniest upturn of his lips and the amusement that flashed through his eyes has you flushing. He definitely caught you checking him out. Finally your brain catches up to what he’s asked you. “Everything okay angel?” Blinking quickly, you look down at your feet, shoes scraping the doormat. It reminds you of the reason you knocked on the door in the first place. Looking back up at him, your lips curl over your teeth by a fraction. Frustration returns to your body, grounding you as you seem to snap out of your thoughts.

“Yeah uhhh.” The edge of your shoe catches the welcome mat and you nudge it. “I’m missin’ a little something.” His brows dip again, but then an exasperated sigh is falling from his lips and a light dusting of pink dances across the tip of his nose up to his ears. One hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck, his bicep straining against the arm of the t-shirt he’d just put on. His other hand tucks into the pocket of his gray sweats. “Fuck I got caught up. Lowkey I was supposed to put your shit under the door when I got home and I had to handle something on the phone so I forgot.” He looks so endearingly bashful, the annoyance that has settled in your chest dissipates like smoke. Awkwardly, you scuff your toe against the ground, shrugging as nonchalantly as you can manage. “It’s fine I just, was hopin to get it and go.” 

“Here, come on in and I’ll get it for you.” He moves to the side, a jerk of his chin the only hint of an invite you get to coming inside. Still feeling awkward inside of your own skin, you follow him in, arms still crossed like a shield. You offer him a tiny half smile as you cross the threshold, moving past him. There’s a crackle of electricity as you move past him that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight. 

Chewing on the corner of your lip as you turn to look at him, you find heated and amused onyx eyes trained on you, His mouth tugs up in the corner again and a smirk spreads across his cheeks. “Whatcha lookin so nervous for?” He moves past you, his movements, fluid and smooth. When he moves past you, he glances slightly over his shoulder with a wink. “I don’t bite. Come on, my shit’s in my room.” There’s a heat that crawls up your neck and face, and you’re sure that your whole face is on fire as you trail behind him, hands going into your hoodie pockets. You’ve left your shoes at the front door, and your socked feet pad quietly behind him. “Didn’t say you did. Just kinda weird in here when ‘s quiet.” He chuckles as he opens the door to a room you recall being in once. It’d been filled with hazy smoke, and there’d been people packed in here like sardines, passing around blunts and listening to bass heavy music. You also briefly remember that it’s the night he put his number in your phone. You’d been leaning against the desk that night, while he sat in his desk chair right next to you. 

At one point you’d been zoned out, sufficiently buzzed and listening to all the noise around you. A single finger had looped in your belt loop and tugged to get your attention. He’d checked on you, made sure you were good and given you water, watching with eyes that were more alert than they should have been for someone who had smoked as much as he had. His finger stayed hooked in the belt loop of your shorts the entire conversation and he’d only let go when your friends called your name, dragging you out of the room. But not before he’d tugged on your shorts, plucking your phone out of your back pocket. He put his number in and shot you a look that could only be described as heated. “In case you’re ever in need of some good bud.” Recalling the heat that had flowed in between the two of you, you want to bolt out of there like the entire place is on fire. It’s unnerving, it makes your insides hot and the feeling makes something in you burn specifically for the man in front of you to look at you the way he did just a mere week ago. “Yeah, ‘s a lil weird when people aren’t here but it’s nice to have a quiet night in. My roommates are both out tonight. Eatin’ at your joint tonight I think Did you just get out of work?” He takes a seat at his desk, turning the chair so he’s facing you. He pats the bed that’s pushed up next to it, motioning for you to take a seat. 

Hopping up, you nearly groan in relief at being off your feet and something so soft. His eyebrows raise as he pulls out a scale, a jar full of bud and a small green pill bottle from the bottom drawer of his desk. “You good?” If your face gets any hotter, you’re pretty sure you’re going to resemble the surface of the sun. “Yeah I’m good. Just had a long day at work. I opened the restaurant this morning and ended up staying later than I mean to cover one of the other girls who was late and…” You trail off with a shrug as you tuck your hands into the sleeves of your oversized hoodie. “I didn’t realize how much my feet hurt until I sat down.” “Mmmm.” He makes a non committal noise as he measures out product. Long deft fingers are fucking with the scale, placing a pill bottle on it and dropping little green nugs into it. “You said 3gs right?” “Uh yeah. Don’t need much, just a little to relax this weekend. I finally have a weekend off and I’m gonna take full advantage of it.” You grin despite yourself, thoughts of a freshly rolled blunt and food with a bottle of wine and the softness of your couch filling you with happiness. 

“Damn girl, look at you.” The tips of your ears start to feel the same heat as your face as he looks at you with a teasing grin. “Got any specific plans?” “I’m going to melt into my couch and not move for three days.” You bite your lower lip when he fully turns to you, a thoughtful look crossing his handsome face. He twirls the pill bottle in his fingers as he looks at you, eyes half lidded with an emotion you’re not sure you want to name. 

The both of you are friends, acquaintances really and you’re not entirely sure if you’re ready to cross the line to anything besides that. But the way he’s looking at you promises something inevitable. He holds the bottle out for you and before your fingertips even brush it, he snatches it back towards himself, a smirk planted on his mouth. “How about you start your relaxing weekend here?”

Your brows furrow and your lip sticks out in the softest pout. A sharp protest sits at the tip of your tongue and you can’t help the whine that comes out in your tone. “Hey!”

“How about… You start the relaxation now?” Your brow furrows as he speaks, confusion flitting across your face. You stare at him for a long moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

“What do you mean?” “I mean, smoke with me.” He leans backwards in his chair, reaching for a pack of blunts. Honey white owls, the same as he had at the party. It’s a good flavor, one of your favorites and it’s so tempting to start now. His bed is soft and his room is surprisingly clean, and it smells like a mix of his cologne and extremely good bud. Plus it’s one on one time that you two have never had before outside of a stolen moment of him grabbing you a drink in the middle of one of his and his roommate’s parties. “Come on angel, I don’t bite and it looks like you could use the chance to unwind.” “I have food in the car.” It’s the only thing that comes out when your mouth opens even though the word ‘yes’ lingers on the tip of your tongue. “I don’t want it goin bad or anything…” Trailing off, when his onyx orbs stay planted on yours, you realize that any argument is futile and you sigh. The mega watt grin that he gives you speaks of his satisfaction over his victory and he holds his hand out. “Gimme your keys. I’ll bring your food in and put it in the kitchen for ya.” Smacking your lanyard in his outstretched palm, you can’t help but roll your eyes at his instance and the boyish charm that drifts across his face. In exchange, he plops a rolling tray in your lap with strict instructions to start rolling while he gets your things sorted. 

This is crazy. Absolutely insane that one smile from this male had you turning into putty in front of him and you grumble under your breath but get to rolling away. When he walks out it’s silent except for the sounds of the metal grinder in your hands. 

It’s a familiar mindless process of rolling, and you do it quickly and efficiently. By the time he walks back in with your purse in hand you’re licking the end of the blunt wrap to seal it. His eyes flick down to your pink tongue that sticks out from your pretty glossed lips. You don’t even notice as you’re focused on what you’re doing, brow furrowed cutely in frustration. 

“Lemme see how good you did ma.” Your eyes flick up to his at the use of the pet name at the end of his sentence and you give him a bland look that has his lip tugging up in a smile again. You hand him the blunt before leaning forward to place his rolling tray on the desk, not realizing as you do that he’s already walking forwards. Your shoulder bumps into his abdomen, the same chiseled one you spotted earlier when he was sliding his shirt on. 

You scowl when you hear his low chuckle sound throughout the room. “If you wanted to hug me that badly you should have asked.” Your lip curls over your teeth as he plops down on the bed in front of you. “You think you’re real slick aren’t you?” “I know I am.” He throws you a wink as he polyps down on the bed, leaning against the wall as you lean back against the headboard, pulling your knees up. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he hands the blunt back to you along with the lighter. “Guests light up.” “Thanks.” There’s a soft shick of the lighter sparking, and then a sizzle as you hold it to the end of the blunt and inhale. Draken doesn’t say anything while you take your first deep inhale, instead opting to turn on the bluetooth speaker that rests on the shelf mounted to the wall above his bed. There’s a gentle boom of the system connecting, and then a few notes fill the room before music starts to flow out. Despite your reservations your shoulders relax a fraction as you blow out the smoke you’ve held in, the familiar pepper and citrus taste of the bud heavy in your airway and drifting over your tongue. You take another deep inhale, deep enough to make your lashes flutter and you’re completely unaware of the eyes that are currently glued to your face. 

Draken doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone as pretty as you. All soft curves and shiny locks. A pretty smile that stretches wide over your cheeks. The way your head tilts back a little when you laugh and your nose scrunches. Truthfully, he was floored the first time you rolled up with your friends at one of the infamous house parties. You looked so out of place, skittish and shy until your friend shoved a blunt in your direction and told you to relax. Come to find out there’s a little fire, a spark that simmers underneath the shy outer shell. He can’t help that you’re intriguing enough for him to want to know what it looks like when you strip away all the layers to where you burn. Burn for him. 

Your eyes open as you let out your second inhale and you lean forward, holding out the blunt for him. Your small, soft hands brush past his large calloused ones and the warmth that radiates off of them makes him want to groan as he thinks about how they would look wrapped around his length. He has to fight the temptation to grab one down while he places the blunt to his lips, right in the place where your glossed lips have been. 

The cherry flavor from your lips gloss lingers on the blunt, mixing with the flavor of weed and the blunt wrap. His mind drifts to the thought of what you would taste like. If he sucks your tongue, would you taste like cherry and bud and something else? He inhales and looks at you again through heavy lids. Truthfully he’d smoked half a blunt the minute he’d gotten off work, but the thought of sharing one with you was too tempting to pass up. 

When you’d sunk onto his mattress like it was your salvation he jumped at his chance and for now, he can tell he made the right call. 

Now that he’s got you here though, there’s a little bit of hesitancy that lingers in the pit of his stomach. It’s been a long time since he’s tried something like this with someone who’s caught his attention like you have. It makes his insides churn with anticipation and he can’t help but sigh out his inhale, the smoke curling out of his mouth. One of the first things he noticed about you is that you don’t have the need to fill the silence with empty words. You’re content sitting with him in the silence, and it’s something he appreciates after a full day of dealing with customers. He takes his second inhale before he’s handing the blunt back. His eyes stay on yours when he wonders when this.. Tension that’s been building between the two of you is going to pop.

It’s like a bubble that traps the two of you in it, but instead of expanding, it shrinks, pressing down and pushing you two into each other. It’s been a month and a half since the first time you graced his doorstep and he’s thought of you every other minute since. 

You’re about halfway through the blunt when you let out a sigh, sinking a little further into the pillows. You lick your lips and he tracks the way the tip of your tongue wets your plus mouth. Bloodshot eyes drift up to look into his, and he watches as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “Thanks for this. I really needed it.” “Any time angel. You know. You’re kind of my favorite customer. Although you can’t tell anyone else that. They might start askin’ for special treatment and then I’ll be outta a side hustle.” He reaches over and grips your ankle, tugging a little in jest. His thumb brushes over the pretty anklet dangling around it and the minute the metal hits his thumb something shifts. 

He traces the delicate gold chain, running his thumb over the tiny links. It glints against your skin, a little angel dangling from the chain and resting against the hollow of your ankle. A low dangerous chuckle vibrates through his chest even though the energy in the room is anything but light hearted. “Guess I was spot on with the nickname.” 

“Yeah…” Your voice is just as low as his, as if, if you speak too loudly you’ll break whatever tentative vibe has taken over the room. “Um Draken?” “Ken.” He mumbles it as he moves, leaning a little closer. He leans on his elbow with your feet near his abdomen, nearly laying on his side as he blinks over at you. “Call me Ken.” “Ken..” The sound of his name leaving your mouth in a near whimper does him completely in.

Before he thinks too much, before his nerves get the best of him, he places the blunt directly in between your lips. There’s not much left to it, maybe one last hit. “Finish it.” There’s a soft demand in his tone and the feeling in his chest gives way to admiration as you do exactly as you’re told. “Ash tray is on the desk.” He murmurs the sentence out as he presses his lips directly to your anklet. You let out a soft whine before you swallow dryly, half lidded eyes taking in the sight of this big broad man laying the softest kidd on your skin. “I…” “You can tell me to stop when you want me to.” He looks up at you, his nose skimming the skin of your calf. The sight of it, the heat from the weed and the overall tension pops as you shake your head. “Don’t… Please don’t stop.” Your cheeks burn even hotter than before when he grins a heated smile up at you. Your breath starts to come a little faster as he works his way up your leg, large, rough, warm calloused hands moving up your calves to the back of your knees, spreading them wide enough for him to slot himself between. His hands don’t stop moving, massaging your sore calves. His fingers knead the knotted muscles so expertly and gently, you can’t help but melt into the touch. Your eyes slide shut and your mouth drops open in a groan. The moment your attention is off of him, he takes his chance, grabbing you and sliding your hips forward. You yelp in surprise when your back meets the mattress and he gives another deep chuckle, one that shoots a bolt of heat straight to your core. You’ve always been touchy when high, when your senses are heightened to a point where pleasure gets overwhelming. You swallow thickly and open your eyes so they’re glued to his. The music in the room continues to fill the space where both of you linger, and you’re unwilling to break the vibe besides a groan when his hands move from your calves to the top of your thighs. Squirming despite yourself, your eyes finally fall from his to where the backs of your thighs rest on the top of his. He’s broad in between your legs and your heart jumps in your chest as he moves to sit back on his heels. Draken’s - no Ken -  is glued to the apex of your thighs, right where your clothed core rests. It’s right below his growing erection and the sight of you squirming underneath it makes him impossibly harder. “Fuck that’s a fuckin’ pretty sight.” You may have been unwilling to break the silence but a high Ken is also a vocal and touchy Ken. Reaching down, his hands skim up your thighs, over the flesh of your plush ass to your waist. He grips it hard, tugging you to sit up so he can slot his mouth against yours. Even cotton mouthed from smoking, it’s the sloppiest kiss of your life, His soft lips meet yours and he presses hard, claiming your mouth. He consumes you, prying your mouth open with his tongue. He strokes it against yours, one of his hands coming up to thread in the strands of hair at the nape of your neck. His fingers thread into your hair and he tugs, tilting your head back so your throat is exposed. A whimper leaves your throat and small hands come up to clutch at his forearms. 

You push back against him, tentatively letting your tongue meet his, stroke for stroke. There’s little strings of saliva that connect the two of you when he finally finds it in him to pull away. It’s lewd and wet, your eyes glazed over as they flick down to take in the sight. The hand on your waist leaves, coming up to tap on your lower lip. “Open.” The command is stern, growled out in impatience until you obey, mouth dropping open. You cling to the edges of your shyness, and as much as he finds it endearing, he’s waited too long for this. “Stick out your tongue.” You’re practically panting as you do as you’re told and two fingers are laid on the wet pink muscle, rubbing against it. Your eyes widen and another whine slides out around his fingers, muffled and wet. “There we go. Feels good doesn’t it?” This man hasn’t even gotten you out of your clothing and you feel like you’re going to cum already. How he figured out your oral fixation you’ll never know but he’s exploiting it to it’s extent, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. All you can do is cling to him and suck, little whimpers and moans falling out around his large fingers. Your hips start moving on their own accord, rolling against him until he’s tugging you into his lap, settling your aching core over his tented sweats. His hand in your hair trails down to your hip, rolling you over his erection with a groan. Every noise you make spurs on his insatiable need, and even though he feels impatient, even though he feels like tearing through every layer of clothing you two currently have on, it’s nothing compared to the desperate way your hips are chasing your high. 

“Shhhhh.” The hand at your hip cups your ass, squeezing the denim of your shorts. The seam presses into your dripping core, the pressure of it and his length currently pressing into it with every roll of your hips makes electricity creep up your spine. Your eyes widen and you begin sucking his fingers even harder as the band in your belly starts to tighten. “Go ahead. Go ahead angel, show me how good this feels.”

Your eyes drift shut and your brow furrows just as cutely as he knew it would. A single tear gathers on the corner of your shut eye and with a shudder you come apart on top of him, just from him grinding you down on him and letting you suck on his fingers. He guides your hips against him the whole way through it, waiting until your mouth lets up on his fingers. Waits until the fierce sucking of his fingers eases into small kitten licks and your hips slow to a stop.

“That good baby?”

You can’t believe you feel this good already. Your mind is already halfway numb from a combination of the weed and his overwhelming presence, but a shyness lingers around the edges of your psyche and you can’t help the flush that takes over your cheeks. His fingers draw out slow, gentle as he drags them down your lower lip and over your chin. Realization of how easily he’s turned you to putty in his hands washes over you and your eyes widen a fraction.

Embarrassed, you lean forward, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. His entire chest rumbles with a deep laugh that sounds more like a rumble. “I.. I’m sorry I….”

He shifts, moving the both of you. Your world spins and all of a sudden you find yourself still in his lap, but now he’s got his back against the headboard. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long fuckin time.” Opening your mouth to apologize for a second time, you don’t even have the chance to say a single word when his mouth claims yours again. This kiss is hotter than the last one, a new burning passion to see you fall apart coming through every stroke of his lips. He swallows your whines, only breaking apart from you whip your shirt and hoodie off of your frame. You can’t even believe for a second that you let him, raising your arms to help. The sight of you sitting there in your pretty lace bra lights an even hotter fire in onyx orbs. Fingers dance up your spine while he brings his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking a line across your jaw and down your neck. You melt, hands slipping underneath his shirt to trace your fingers along the ridges of his abdomen. You trace every muscle with curious fingertips until you splay your palms flat on his stomach pushing his shirt up and over his head. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” The compliment flows from his lips as he sucks on your collar bone. You’re grateful you have the next three days off, because the marks he’s leaving are going to be impossible to cover up. Another soft whine leaves your lips as his tongue flattens and runs over the swell of your breast. The sight of it makes fire lick up your insides but a flash of silver in the middle of the pink muscle makes you stop cold. He has a fucking tongue piercing. 

Currently he’s using that to his advantage as he slides your bra off, gathering both of your breasts in his hands and kneading the fat as he pushes them together. “Pretty fuckin’ tits. Fuckin’gorgeous.” His thumb swirls over your nipple before he’s dragging his tongue over it so the ball of his piercing flicks it hard. You squeal, squirming in his hold. You’re tempted to dart out of his lap, roll off of him and take a breather but he bucks his hips up at the same time he scrapes his teeth across the stiffened peak and your head tips back, another sinful moan falling from your mouth.

He shifts and the world spins again, your back hitting the plush mattress as he leans over you, raining kisses down your rib cage, sucking on the skin so hard it bruises. He does this in a path all the way down your abdomen, and you never thought you’d be this needy after already cumming, but there is a pulsing want and ache that only he can fill pulsing in between your legs. You’re practically panting by the time he reaches the spot you need him the most. 

Your thighs are practically shaking when his big hands grab the back, pushing them towards your chest. A sharp nose runs up the seam of your shorts up to the button. “W-Wait, I…” “God you smell so fuckin good. I gotta taste you baby. Need to see how pretty she looks after she came for me.” Dark lashes brush his cheek bones as he looks up at you and pops the button of your shorts open with his teeth. You swallow thickly and thread your fingers into his hair, almost tugging it free from the ponytail it’s in as you lift your hips for him to slide your shorts off. 

The rumbling growl that leaves his chest makes your eyes roll back, and your weeping hole to clench around nothing. His thumbs come up to your folds, spreading them open for him as you buck your hips up, chest heaving with deprived pants. “Please. Please.” You beg without even really knowing what you’re begging for, just needing something, anything to relieve the fire that’s starting to consume. Your high still hasn’t worn off and the extra sensitivity from where his touch presses into you is driving you close to the edge. “Ken, please.”

“Look at me.” His rough tone is demanding, drawing your attention to him as your mouth twists in desperation. “Keep your eyes on me or I stop. Ya hear me angel?”

You nod, but his hand darts out to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks until you speak, your tone cracking a little with want. “Yes, I hear you.” “Good girl.” His eyes stay on yours as he dips down, releasing your jaw in favor for spreading you wider. He purses his lips, before he lets out a long string of saliva, thumbs spreading you open again so he can watch as it drips in between your folds. You clench even though you’re achingly empty, a soft gasp filling the air in between you too. It bleeds into loud keen when his mouth finally touches you. 

He sucks one of your folds into his mouth and your hands tighten in his hair as he alternates, sucking them until they turn puffy, swollen and aching with need. He moans into your pussy, running his tongue through your slick until the ball of his piercing flicks harshly against your clit. A squeal sounds from above him and he does it again, over and over until you’re bucking wildly onto his tongue.

He should prep you. He needs to prep you but your walls are already to spasm around his tongue and he’ll be damned if he lets you come anywhere but his cock. 

Pulling away and sitting up just enough to work his dick out, he thrusts forward, his heavy, thick cock smacking against your abdomen. Your eyes fly open and you look down, letting out a desperate whine when you realize his length extends well past your belly button. 

He’s got the prettiest, heaviest cock you’ve ever seen. Swollen and red, the slit weeping pretty pearls of precum that streak your stomach as he lets his length smack down on your abdomen again. “‘S not gonna fit.”

You look up at him with wide watery eyes, lips parted as you pant despondently. But no matter how much your voice shakes, your hips move, trying to slip him inside as desire takes over every cell in your body. “Ken, ‘s not gonna-” He chuckles breathlessly, sweat starting to break out on his hairline as he draws back to rub the aching head of his cock along your folds. “‘S gonna fit angel. Imma make it fit.” Slowly, he pushes in, head tilting back as he starts to push in despite the resistance he’s met with. You’re so fuckin’ tight he’s pretty sure that he’s already ready to blow his load and he’s only got the tip in. “Goddamn. Fuuuuuck.” The little high pitched whines that fall from your plush mouth and he can’t helo but reach down and grab your waist in his broad hands. Grip bruinsingly tight, he fucks into you, pulling out and fucking back in shallowly, inch by agonizing inch. Your pussy is gripped around him so tight it’s practically strangling his cock. “Relax ‘f me. God you’re so fuckin’ tight angel. Need you to relax.” A shuddering breath leaves your mouth, and his thumb drifts down to the little bundle of nerves that pokes out, working it in slow circles. Your thighs shake even more as you give. Your walls relax, eyes rolling back as his entire length finally sinks into you. A wet cry leaves your throat as tears leak from your eyes and the man above you lets out a moan so deep you feel it in your own soul. “There it is. Fuckin’ took the whole thing. Such a good girl.” Your hands grip the sheets, lower lip trembling as a tiny sob leaves your mouth. “Ken… so full. I’m so full. ‘S too big Ken. ‘S too fucking bi-” Before you can finish your sentence he’s pulling out and sliding back in, using the grip he has on your waist to drag you up and down his length. You cry out, loud and high as he bumps into your cervix. Your chest heaves and you squeeze your eyes shut as he starts to move you up and down. He’s so big and broad and strong all you can do is lay there and take it as he moves you up and down, eyes glued to the way your slick is coating his cock, how some of it sticks to his abdomen. Strings of slick connect the two of you as he moves you, practically the length of his cock, soaking even his thighs. One of his warm palms spreads out over your abdomen and he pushes down on the bulge that’s appeared. His mouth practically pours out filth as he pushes on his cock pushing through your stomach and you scream his name. “Fuck baby. Look at that. Pokin’ through your stomach. You look so fuckin sexy like this. So fuckin pretty all fucked out on my cock. You like that baby?” You nod, sobbing as he starts to move you faster, your clit hitting his pelvis with every rough smack of his hips. The orgasm that hits you, hits you out of nowhere, hard and fast and so overwhelming that you see nothing but pure white. “‘M cummin’ fuck fuck fuck fuck ‘m cummin!” Your legs kick out and shake as your cream around his cock, a frothy ring of white forming as he fucks you. He hasn’t let up, his grip still tight on your waist as he moves you, rolling his hips into and fucking you onto him. His head dips down into the crook of your neck, heavy pants brushing past the skin of your neck as you sob and keen through your orgasm. Your hands fly up to bury into his hair, moving until your arms are wrapped around his neck. All you can do is hang on as he fucks up into, using your body  for his pleasure. “Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well angel. You were made for it. Made to take my cock.” His breath stutters on the sentence as your velvet walls pulse around him and you whimper, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders. His masculine scent envelopes you, and everything about him crowds your senses as he drives into you. The entire room is filled with the sounds of your slick squelching around his cock, the cries that fall from your mouth and the filthy words he breathes harshly into your ear. 

“I’m gonna fill you up. I have to. Have to fill this fuckin’. Perfect. Pussy.” Each word of is enunciated by  a sharp thrust of his hips and you practically wail out his name. 

“Can’t.. Can’t take anymore Ken please.” Bleary, misty eyes look up at him, blinking past tears as your body jolts with the force of each thrust. His pace is picking up and he’s huffing out deep breaths, and you can tell by the way his abdomen tightens that he’s about to cum. His thrusts are getting sloppier, but you’re right on the edge with him, walls starting to clamp down again. “Ken I can’t!” “You can.” He places a soft kiss right under your jaw, dragging his lips up until they’re resting against yours. “I know you can. Give me one more baby.” You try  to shake your head but your mouth falls open when a hand snakes between you two again and starts to make firm circles on your swollen puffy clit. “Ken.. please I…” 

Your cheeks heat and your hiccup out an embarrassed sob. You’re not inexperienced by any means, but you’ve never had something that feels like this. That feels this overwhelming and good. You’ve never had someone who fills you this much, who hits every sensitive spot, whose cock is so big it sticks out from your tummy and pushes past your cervix with every sharp thrust. There’s a foreign feeling that’s settled in your stomach and it increases the more he plays with your clit and with every thrust that rams into the tight ring of muscle inside of you. Words tumble out before you can stop them and the minute  they’re out, embarrassment and lust flood you in the same instant and it makes you dizzy. “Ken please.. Feel like I’m gonna go to the bathroom!” A rumbling groan is the only answer and his thumb speeds up its pace, his thrusts sloppy. “Fuckin’ squirt baby. Squirt on my fuckin’ cock. I know you can. Make a mess ‘f me.” Another sharp thrust and a pinch of your clit sends hurtling into oblivion as you do just that. Your last release comes squirting out of you, coating his hand, his thighs, the mattress, his abdomen. You feel it run down the swell of your ass as you cry, your nails clawing at his back as you call out his name, sobbing and cumming as he doesn’t relent, panting and groaning into your neck. Hot ropes of cum start to coat your insides, filling you to the brim as he moans. It’s unhinged and messy, his cock head pushing past your cervix to coat your insides, filling your womb almost overly full. Your name leaves his mouth in a rumbling shout before his teeth sink into your shoulder, biting down to muffle the moans that leave his throat. 

His hips finally slow and he lays his forehead into the crook of your neck, his hands drifting down to your quivering thighs, massaging them as you both catch your breath. You let your palms lay flat on his broad back, running them up and down as little shuddering breaths leave you. 

Finally moving to look down at you, he blinks the sweat out of his eyes, brushing the hair out of yours. Both of you are a mess, covered in sweat and slick, your entire body marked with his love bites and his back scratched from your nails. 

Bliss and submission is written over your face and your eyes drift shut as his palm comes to cup your cheek. You’re so good for him, it makes his chest squeeze tight. He’s already softening inside of you, and surprisingly, you both still feel a little high, the combination of pleasure, euphoria and rapture making it that much more heightened. 

Both of you hiss as he slides out of you, moving so he’s hovering over you and bringing you to relax your legs completely. There’s a few moments of silence, soaking in each other’s presence.The air between you two settles into something you’re not sure you’re ready to name and you turn your head to say something to him, but find him already staring at you. He pulls you onto his chest, uncaring of the sticky sweaty mess you’ve become. His hand drags up your spine slowly, gently, and he pushes your head down so it’s tucked onto his shoulder. Ken is gentle as he continues to rub up and down your spine, grounding you and bringing you back down to earth. Humming contently, you drift until a rumbling laugh rouses you, and you move your chin until it rests on the top of his chest and you’re looking into those dark alluring eyes. Your hand comes up to trace the dragon tattoo on the smooth skin on the side of his head, following the inky black swirls as he continues to dance his fingertips up and down your skin. “So… wanna smoke again?”

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[fandangotales]

Mine, never hers.

Summary: You wake up to your boyfriend crying, so you comfort him.

Warnings: NSFW Content, emotional trauma. Overall pretty tame and wholesome for a smut. Reader is GN.

Characters: Scaramouche <3

It had started out with soft mumbles… but as the seconds ticked by, those slight noises contorted into something more broken. Sobs… of pure agony as he twitched in his sleep. The moonlight shone down on his lithe body, as his lips opened slightly to let out some words.

“No… get away from me…” he mumbled, as crystal tears slid down his cheek. “I’m not… I’m not your puppet.”

The last word ended in a sob, as the sound of his cries increased in volume. Eventually you woke up, realizing he was likely having a nightmare… about her. You placed your hands on his shoulders, gently shaking him.

“Scara… wake up. It’s just a dream.” You said, softly caressing his face.

His eyes fluttered open, their blue-purple hue glazed over with tears. He quickly sat up, hugging onto you as if his life depended on it.

“Y/n…” he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

You accepted his embrace, gently running your fingers through his hair. “I’m here… if you’d want to talk about it.”

“It… was another dream about her.” He muttered, hugging you a little tighter at the mention of the woman. He continued speaking, as you felt his hot breaths across your chest.

“Kind of funny, huh? After all these years, everything I’ve been through… she still haunts me.” He gave a sarcastic laugh, looking up at you. “And here I was thinking I was stronger than that… but in the end, I guess she still owns a part of me.”

Your eyes widened. “No… don’t say that. What you went through was terrible, it’s more than understandable to be hurt from it.”

You cupped his face, staring into his watery eyes. He didn’t say anything, staring at you as if you were his last hope.

“And she doesn’t own you! Seriously, your experiences can only control you if you let them.” You gave him a comforting smile, as you held his face in your hands. Leaning closer to him, you whispered in his ear.

“Besides… you have me now. And last time I checked? We belong to each other~”

At your words, Scaramouche blushed a deep red. He struggled to form a proper response.

“Y-y/n…” he stuttered, looking at you in a mix of disbelief and hope. “You… really think so?”

You moved your body on top of him, straddling his lap. You then looked down at him with a reassuring smile.

“I do… if you’ll allow me, perhaps I can show you just how much you mean to me? How much I love you? How much I want you to be mine… and only mine?”

You said, smirking a little as his face lit up at your words.

“Yes… you may.” He softly said, looking away in embarrassment.

You then took his chin, softly kissing his lips, before moving to his cheeks.

“Now then… I don’t want to be seeing any more tears~” you whispered, kissing down his neck.

His body jerked a little, as your soft lips moved down to his sensitive neck, and then his collarbone.

You looked him straight in the eye, before sucking a red mark onto his pale skin, as you felt him shudder beneath you. His eyes remained on you as you repeated the process, painting his skin with a clear reminder… that he belonged to you.

“A-ah… y/n…” he breathed, seeming to enjoy your actions.

Your eyes crinkled as you grinned, moving your hands down to his shorts. “My… getting all worked up already?”

Scaramouche let out a choked moan, as your hands went underneath his shorts, teasing his cock. It was already leaking… almost as if it was begging for your attention.

“P-please…” he whispered, between breaths. “Please touch me…”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, as your hand began jerking him off. “Anything you say, darling~”

As your hand moved, you continued making your marks all over his throat. The slight pain, combined with the way your hand moved against him was heavenly, as he let out soft noises.

“M-mhm~“ he whimpered, as his hips began to move in time with your hand. You kept going, swallowing more of his moans with a deep kiss.

You moved your hand a bit faster, as your fingers flicked against his perky nipples. He let out a gasp, as his eyes roll back.

“H-hah…y/n…” he panted, as you continued to play with his body.

You always thought he looked beautiful like this… thighs shaking, erratic breathing… so perfect, just for you. You then leaned down once more, passionately kissing him as your hand gripped tighter around him, moving up and down at a swift pace. Scaramouche breathed heavily into the kiss, desperately returning it, as your lips crashed together.

“Such a good boy for me… so pretty like this, and only for me~” you praised him, in between kisses.

He let out a loud moan at your words, as you felt a wetness coating your hands. You then slowed your pace, allowing him to fully savor the high. He stayed like that for a few moments, completely blissed out from both the pleasure, and the love he received from you.

“…thank you.” He said, the words barely audible.

You pet his hair, pressing one last kiss to his forehead, as his eyes fluttered shut. He was worn out from his nightmare earlier, and the pleasure you had given him. Although… the nightmare was the last thing on his mind. Instead, it was filled with you, your kindness, and your love for him. He let out a few deep breaths, fully relaxing into the mattress. After a bit of time, fell asleep.

As you left the room to go get a washcloth to clean him off… this time, you saw a soft smile upon his lips as he slept.

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[starlostseungmin]

style, 1989 ─── musician from next door.

masterlist. playlist. preview.

✰ pairing — musician!jisung x f. reader (with she and her as pronouns)

✰ genre — nsfw (18+), he fell first she fell harder (kinda??) semi-fake dating trope

✰ warnings — profanity, explicit sexual content, dom!jisung, creampie, cunninglus, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), petnames, lots of making-out, consumptions of alcohol, clubbing, please let me know if i missed something, not proofread.

✰ word count — 13.3k

✰ songs that were used for inspiration — style by taylor swift, meddle about by chase altantic, moonlight by dhruv, r u mine? by arctic monkeys, don't say by han jisung (unreleased), mixtape: time out by stray kids

✰ notes — this was supposed to be posted for han’s birthday last year but unfortunately i got busy with uni. BUT HERE IT IS AND please open these tiktok links here and here (this hit me with a huge inspiration to continue to write the fic). REBLOGGING AND LEAVING A FEEDBACK WOULD BE APPRECIATED.

✰ tags — @lix-ables , @lilacjeongin , @alyszaen , @djeniryuu , @ppiri-bahng , @notastraykid , @skzfelixlove , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @ohish , @comet-falls , @mrswolfiechan , @rachabreathing , @iadorethemskz , @minluvly , @dreamingsmile , @flirtyskzbutterfly , @tangylemonade , @gwynsapphire , @annispamz , @surefornext , @seungincore , @skz1-4-3 , @zoe8stay , @seungly

NSFW CONTENTS UNDER THE CUT. mdni.

The strum of his electric guitar echoed across the room as he played the instrumentals of the song he was performing with the band. A smirk was perfectly painted on his lips as his fingers were adorned with rings played with the strings.  Purple, red, blue, orange, and yellow lights illuminated the stage as the white smoke crawled on the floor to collide with the band. His voice reverberated through the crowded room with his lips moved as if he was making out with the microphone. Screams and shouts, his name is famous—Han Jisung of Mist. 

Many people have been eyeing him ever since his band was introduced to the public and the 5-STAR Restoclub tried to hire them. Unfortunately, Jisung refused but the offer as guests didn’t make him say No. Many of the customers come for food and entertainment but mainly for him after they heard that he’s performing. Jisung doesn’t want to understand the hype for his looks but that’s how everyone thinks of him, a fucking dom-like energy, heavenly vocals, and visuals. The sounds of his guitar made the screams go wilder as it reached a blank chorus, only the instrumental. Hyunjin caught the beat when Jisung pushed his guitar behind his back, took the mic away from the stand, and walked to the extended stage to sing the second verse. His left arm reached out to the crowd, pointing to whoever it is as he let every lyric out of his mouth. The aggressiveness of his voice, from a growl to his average pitch. Jisung knows how to perform well. 

You lost consciousness that night and all you can remember is how fucked up your situation was. Jisung saw you, of course, he was amused. But that didn’t matter to you as you were embarrassed by the fact that you had to drag Seungmin to your misery that night. From crying to drunk calling Hanbin after your break up to Jisung finally having his eyes on you and making out. It happened unexpectedly and he didn’t even help you out. Your best friend stood there frozen, unable to speak, but amused. He was about to spill everything to your mom, but you suddenly passed out. 

The memory lingers as a smirk plastered on his face. It was a wild Saturday night anyway. 

“We kissed?” You asked Seungmin who was sitting on your bed after he noticed you were already up. 

“Yep,” The boy said, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. 

“And I called Hanbin to take me back?” You asked again, nervous about every response he gave. 

“Uh huh,” Seungmin answered again. 

“That sounds bullshit to me, Seungmin,” You retorted. 

“Nah, it was real. Saw it with my own eyes,” Seungmin said, rolling his eyes. 

“Motherfuー why didn’t you stop me?!” You exclaimed as Seungmin confirmed the regret and disgust on your face. 

“Your misfortune is my happiness, Y/n,” He laughed. “But yeah, I was enjoying your misery,” You hit him with a pillow, full of rage but, all you heard from him was giggles while dodging every hit he takes. Seungmin knows you won’t ever get mad at him for silly reasons, but last night was different. You knew it was your fault for acting stupid in front of him, and now you have kissed Jisung, the most popular member of Mist, and not just solely in Mist, but throughout Seoul. You buried your face in the soft pillow you used to hit Seungmin and screamed your heart out, feeling all the embarrassment. 

You knew you were more worried than facing Jisung than your ex. But Jisung doesn’t give a shit about it. The feeling lingers and the memory is still vivid. One making-out session made an impact on him. 

They say everything stops moving when you finally have an eye-contact with someone who is destined to be with you. People freeze, time stops, the coffee poured into a mug halts as the conversations pause, and you see sparkles and flowers surrounding them. 

It is bullshit. 

That’s how Jisung believes it. 

People these days rely on books and tv shows to define what love is like or how you’d meet the one who is meant for you. There’s nothing like that in the real world. Not everyone living on earth is lucky to find true love一even a musician who writes songs and sings about love.

Everyone gets the chance to love and be loved, a foreshadowing that is expected to come across. Jisung may do like someone, but as for experience, being in a relationship is like finding a needle in a haystack. Hookups don’t work, a one-night stand is not on the list, and blind dates make no difference. He wanted it genuine like how that one famous singer sings to her exes and describes how relationships can be. 

Love is like a game with countless levels一first you have to find that person, meet that person, fall for that person, and earn their mutual perspective in return. It’s easy to fall just like the leaves in autumn but it takes time to bloom like the flowers in spring after winter. But in the blink of an eye, he may find someone who could make his world stop spinning for a while. 

Sunday night, and he still thinks about you. His delicate fingers played with the mixer causing the loud music to echo through his black headphones. The slow banging of his head synchronizing to the beat got him preoccupied. Jisung didn’t know how late it was at night as his free hand wrote the words from his mind that formed into lyrics. The tip of his pen dances on the blank paper at a fast writing pace. His handwriting was barely readable. A busy week drove him insane, and a project in mind even if he has done it before didn’t immensely help him through.

But the thought of you is still bothering him. 

A deep sigh escaped from his lips, disappointment draws the room at the end of the music. He wasn’t satisfied, the lyrics were too cringe. This is bullshit, he thought as he crumpled the paper with his messy writing, tossing it into the bin next to his keyboard. He leaned at the backrest of his chair, as it swiveled backward, hands on his face as he groaned in frustration while staring at the ceiling trying to invoke an idea一something that would wake up his soul to work, but, nothing. It was a significant requirement from the university, the sole reason why he stayed up all night in the studio he rented for another year. It was supposed to be a single song-making project for the finals. Compliance was supposed to be a fun thing to do for the sake of passing the course but it wasn’t always enthusiastic. 

He wanted it to be special. 

But his dilemma stopped when he realized how late it was. 

“Shit,” He hissed under his breath and decided to take a look at the clock. His phone’s screen lit up with 3 digits in the center, 11:48 pm. “Fuck it’s almost 12,” 

His headphones slid around his neck, taking everything to shove in the bag. He had to drag himself back to his working desk for double-checking before he left. Lights turned off, wires unplugged, Jisung closed the door behind him making sure it was locked, and later he was welcomed by the quiet and solemn highway, with few cars coming and going, streetlights stayed still with no people taking strolls, and stars illuminated the sky as his footsteps led him to the apartment which is only a block away from the studio. He saunters trying to think of something, but then again, nothing. His brain didn’t want to work, his body was fried, and it is always like that. 

Jisung reached his apartment, and even riding the elevator to the 8th floor felt exhausting as well. He tossed his bag on the couch and went to the windows. White curtains were opened as he saw the view down the building. The moon shines so brightly, enough to give reflection to his glass windows and the other lights from the neighborhood. It was aesthetically pleasing to the eyes that he always enjoys at night. His fingers ran over his bangs, stroking them back to his head as he made his way toward the balcony. A long sigh escaped his lips, a weekend shouldn’t be wasted on a boring list of things. 

He knew you are working until dawn again. The lights were off from the room next to him and it has been so quiet during nighttime. Jisung couldn’t blame you but it feels lonely not to have you next door when he’s home. 

His phone suddenly lights up for a text message he received from a friend, a club invitation. It is a Sunday night anyway. A smirk formed on his lips from top to bottom一Jisung made a beeline toward his bedroom and changed clothes. An invitation from a friend to drink shouldn’t be ignored just like that, and being drunk on a weekend is like a necessary afterparty of a long-ass night. He left his apartment again, the club is far away from home. 

The timing is great. He wanted to see you again. 

It was all black, yellow, and white lights, time on the box, and cold air. The smooth rolling of tires on the asphalt and music from the radio made the stillness of his car a bit dramatic. The blinding lights welcomed him, a variety of colors dancing with the people around. Loud music and the scent of cigarettes and vape mixed with intoxicating alcohol, he was amused. It wasn’t his first time visiting a place like this, thanks to Hyunjin who is a party animal, he gets dragged every time, and also because of the gig with the band. He didn’t even care about the time and maybe going home at 5 in the morning would still feel like evening. 

Songs with intense structures were played suddenly as he stood a few steps away from the entrance. His bandmates, slash, best pals, Hyunjin, and Minho were behind him, sipping their drinks or screaming at the top of their lungs with the others. Jisung’s eyes immediately looked to the counter to taste interesting drinks. He smiled at his two friends before walking himself through the wild crowd and managed to keep his eardrums safe from the loudspeakers below the stage. 

A sigh of relief escaped his lips and was later formed into a smile of triumph but what can he say about his thoughts about love when his time suddenly stopped and everything had gone in slow motion the moment he saw you from the counter, smiling at Chan? Someone could serve him his words on a platter and Jisung would have it as his breakfast. His heart suddenly started beating faster than the normal pace. Was it love at first sight? No, he had seen you before around campus, many times and you kissed. It was different from last night. A miserable damsel in distress to the bright sunshine in front of him. 

Jisung stopped in his tracks and his heart went insane when you finally had eye contact with him after diverting your gaze from your dear co-worker. People passed by, and the sounds suddenly died down between you and him, he was looking at you as you stared back. He stood there, frozen. Jisung is very familiar but never became a friend and you were no stranger to him either. He likes you for a while now. But even if he does, he is not sure how to express it, not even in the songs he wrote. 

From his perspective, he knew he is in love. Yet it falls differently on your end, you were embarrassed. You spent the whole afternoon thinking about what happened last night. If it wasn’t for Seungmin reminding you about it, you already had gone feral. And you did. It was a stupid act of disgust that would haunt you for the rest of your life. What your problem is, how to face him and apologize for being such an embarrassing nitwit with a broken heart? Fuck that asshole, it’s already been three fucking months! Thanks to your dumbass ex-boyfriend, for cheating on you. His number is currently plastered on the recent calls you had. The phone number you always memorized that you can type without looking at the keypads. 

But you can’t do anything now, he’s here. 

A smile formed on his face and a hint of redness surfaced on your cheeks一your smile faded and remembered what Seungmin told you the morning after what happened. 

“So you work here,” He said, leaning against the flat surface. Exchanging conversations wasn’t your thing before, but one should take the first step in everything. 

“Yeah,” You smirked, trying to be cool despite what happened. “What can I get you?

“One martini please,” 

“This one’s in the house,” You smiled, hoping he wouldn’t bring up your make-out session. 

“Really?” He beamed. “Thanks Y/n,” 

“You know my name?” You asked, handing him the small glass. 

“Of course,” He nodded. “You’re in my music class and we’re just living right next to each other’s door. I’m Jisung by the way,” He added, handing out his hand for a shake. 

“I know,” You said, taking his hand. It would be a lie that his heart melted the moment he was able to touch your hand一there was a spark to him. “Nice meeting you, I guess, we don’t interact,” You added.

“Well, I guess we need to socialize more,” He smiled. “But I have to check on the guys first, I’ll be back in a sec,” He added and immediately dashed through the crowd leaving you dumbfounded. You just prevented embarrassing yourself for the second time! It was hard to keep it to yourself. 

“Way to go,” You said as you saw Chan smirking at you, making his way to receive orders. 

“Damn,” Jisung sighs. 

“What’s up with you?” Minho asked, noticing his friend’s dilemma. Hyunjin was quick enough to involve himself in the gossip and scooted closer to the couch. 

“Did you embarrass yourself?” Hyunjin asked. 

“No!” Jisung retorted. “That girl from the bar一” 

“We know,” Minho said, rolling his eyes. “You made out with her last night,” 

“You wanted to hook up now?” Hyunjin teased, drinking his lime juice when Jisung smacked his head, causing him to blow the drink off of his mouth. “What the fuck?!” 

“A crush, maybe?” Minho smirked. 

“Dude, what am I? A high school teenager?” Jisung scoffed, denying the giddiness. 

“Ask her out! Fuck you,” Hyunjin retorted, wiping his lips. 

“Too scared,” Jisung said, rolling his eyes. 

“How about a bet?” Minho said, wiggling his brows with a sly smirk plastered on his face. 

“Sounds dangerous,” Hyunjin butted in. 

“Pssh,” Minho hissed. “Come on man, it’s your chance to hook up.” 

“Shut up, Lee,” Hyunjin hissed as Minho glared at him. 

“I’m still contemplating,” Jisung sighed. 

“Dude, you kissed her,” Minho pointed out as Jisung looked at him. “Go.” 

Jisung took a deep breath while looking into Minho’s eyes. Hyunjin went to mind his drink as he heard the younger one sigh in response. It only took one push to build his confidence. 

“Fine,” He said, placing the drink on the table and disappearing into the crowd. Meanwhile, you sat on a stool high chair watching everyone have the time of their lives. The counter was already busy as you and Chan were taking turns. Jisung came back in a blink of an eye as he took the seat across from you as you made his drink. “Y/n,” 

Here he is again. You thought. 

“Hey,” You smiled, leaning on the counter.

“I shouldn’t be going around asking this but, do you want to go out with me?” He said, smirking at the idea which made you scoff in response.

“No,” You told him. “And that one martini is 12,000 won,” You said, rolling your eyes, leaving his drink served in front of his face before moving away. Jisung clicked his tongue and looked at Hyunjin and Minho who were watching you leave. Way to go wasting a free drink, Jisung! 

“She’s not into you,” Minho chuckled, approaching his dear friend and wrapping his arm around Jisung’s neck. 

“Try harder dude,” Hyunjin said, taking the drink away from Jisung’s hand before taking a sip. 

“She’ll say yes eventually,” Jisung said, looking at you serving a table a few meters away. You caught him staring again and rolled your eyes in response. 

“Just make sure she will,” Minho winked. 

“She will. And Hyunjin, that’s my drink,” Jisung hissed at the tall boy when he realized his Martini was stolen.

“What? I’ll pay for it,” Hyunjin defended.

“Y/n! Can you take out the trash please?” The senior barista said, earning their attention, Hyunjin nudged Jisung as Minho kept watching your move. After going back to serving a few customers their drinks, you headed back to the staff’s room to execute the request. Jisung immediately got the message and went straight to the back door, surprising you the moment you threw the trash into the bins. 

“Hey,” He said. 

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested,” You said, trying to get back inside. 

“Y/n, just hear me once, okay? I like you,” He said, blocking your way in. A sigh escaped your lips, crossing your arms on your chest while watching him. 

“What?” You asked. 

“I’m sure you heard me,” He said. “I’m asking you out,” 

“Jisung, I,” You sighed. “Look, a single sip from a Martini won’t make you drunk enough to come up to me and just confess right away. And I can’t go out with you especially when I don’t have feelings for you,” You said, making him frown. 

“But we kissed,” He pursued, which made you so red. 

“That doesn’t count,” You defended. “It was a mistake and I was so drunk,” 

“I don’t care about that Y/n,” He said. “Just give me a month,” He added as you stared at him for a few seconds. 

“No,” You retorted, pushing him out of the way and going back to the bar. Jisung sighed harshly and ruffled his hair, it’s going to be a long way to make you say yes. 

He followed you back inside and grabbed a drink, joining Hyunjin and Minho at their table, already tipsy. Jisung sat down, crossing his legs and an arm extended on the backrest of their couch. The drink is filled with ice, but the stare you gave him was burning with disgust. He could only shrug and give you a sly smile because you know he will never let you go that easy. Minho and Hyunjin exchanged looks一the older boy suddenly shoved tissues in Hyunjin’s mouth out of nowhere. It was so random that Jisung failed to notice. 

Your rounds kept going, with endless orders and requests, the music was too loud and out of your taste. If it wasn’t for your uncle’s request to make you work in such a place, you wouldn’t be staying up all night during the weekends. But you can’t deny that the pay is good enough to spend on your needs and wants, especially when he gives you special treatment because you are indeed his niece. You want to make him proud for taking you in, and you tried to stay out of trouble each night of your shift, but sometimes, something happens eventually. Like the boy who can’t stop watching you. 

Han Jisung. 

You’ve known him since freshman year but you rarely talk because of his different circle of friends. He might be a colleague but never a friend一one of the best students in the music department, one that you tend to avoid. You shared a few classes with him before, and now that you’re one of the seniors now—you’re stuck with him for having the same majors. Ignoring him will be the best, but that’s what you thought. He’s not the type to give up on you easily. 

Hours passed by, and Hyunjin and Minho passed out on the couch while everyone left, Jisung tried to be as sane and formal as possible—although he laid a few bottles empty on the table. Chan nudged at your shoulder, pouting his lips towards the godforsaken people at table number eight. He sighed in disappointment as he wiped the glasses he washed a few minutes ago. You craned your neck to check, only to find out Jisung was already drowsy and useless like the other two. Too much of a single drink, eh? You shake your head and go back to Chan. 

 “You need to drive them home,” You told him. 

“I know,” He sighed. “Are you coming?” 

“Yeah,” You replied. “I need to get that idiot home,” You added, pointing at Jisung.

“Right, I’ll finish these up then we’ll go,” Chan giggled. “Those punks are useless right now,” Giving Chan a small smile, you finished cleaning the table and went to the staff’s room to change, leaving the old boy to figure out what to do with his friends. Poor Chan had to assist Minho first while you took care of Hyunjin, heading to Jisung’s car. They were piled up on the backseat and saved the best for the owner. He was still conscious when you and Chan dragged him away. Gibberish lyrics came out of his mouth, singing a familiar song—loud and out of tune. He smells exactly what he consumed. 

“Stupid,” Chan laughed. 

Morning arrived and you heard a knock on your door after passing out on the couch the moment you were done with everyone. You didn’t even notice Chan leaving at 6 am as you were both exhausted一the guys were heavy for 2 people to assist and a loud one to deal with. You never felt so tired ever since you started your job, maybe it was the first time you saw the club so packed and a lot of customers wanted to be served first. It felt like you’d been flying from left to right. 

Dragging yourself up at 10 am is already tiring. You are already considering quitting having the lack of sleep on the weekends, even the school does the same to you—nothing spares such a busy person. Grabbing the doorknob, you inspected the person through the small hole in your door. It was Jisung who looked like he was just woken up. A sigh escaped your lips and opened it. Fixing yourself didn’t matter anymore, anyway. You stared at him for a while, disheveled hair, crumpled clothes, bloodshot eyes, and wearing socks without shoes—this boy is a mess. 

“Good morning?” You greeted him as he started fidgeting his fingers. 

“Ah, yes good morning,” He said, still having that alcohol scent. 

“What do you want?” You asked with a stern look, asking him to hurry. 

“I wanted to say thank you to you and Chan hyung,” He said. “This is about what happened a few hours ago, I still have a headache right now but, I need to see you first,” He smiled. 

 “Okay?” You said. 

“Yeah,” He answered, rubbing his nape. “Y/n, I’m sorry about last night, but, I also wanted to say that I’m persistent when it comes to the things that I like.” He said. “And by that, what I mean is, I won’t give up until you say yes,” 

“Jisung, you heard me last night and my answer is No,” You said. “There are a lot of people out there, think about it, okay? And take a rest,” You smiled. 

“Y/n, I like you! I swear.” He said.

“Have a nice day, Han.” You responded and closed the door in his face, leaving the poor boy dumbfounded. 

Jisung sighed and started to space out, his body is not even healed yet from too much consumption of alcohol. He started at nothing for a while before he could get back to reality and scratched his head, moving back to his apartment. His two attempts to get you to say yes, failed. But just like what you observed about him, he is not the type to give up on something he wants so easily. And things will turn into something more interesting than ‘just talking’. 

The night fell, and another shift will come to occur. School is not the only one fucking you up. Chan welcomed you with a big smile on his face. The club usually opens at 8 pm on the weekdays but starting on Friday nights to Sunday go to by 9 instead. He was busy setting up the chairs and mopping the floor while you checked on the menu. Other employees started to gather as well and the bouncers prepared for the opening. Scenarios of the club are always the same, the customers may be different people each night, yet it is always the loud music and screams of people. Swearing, drinking, kissing, and laughing, they go all over the place. People are becoming wilder every minute—it doesn’t surprise you anymore. 

But surprisingly, Jisung showed up in the same place where you got him a drink. 

“You’re still up for another hangover?” You asked, leaning against the counter. “What can I get you?” 

Jisung just chuckled and shook his head, “I’m not drinking tonight,” 

“Are you sure? What are you doing here then?” 

“I’ll wait for you until your shift is done,” He said, making you look confused. “I’ll be less trouble tonight Y/n, I promise, just let me stay here,” 

“You’re up to something, are you?” You said. 

“If your answer is still No, I’m not going to stop just like that,” He smirked. 

“Suit yourself, Han,” You scoffed and went to make a drink. Jisung just smiled at the end, maybe this bet will make him get closer to you after all. He watched the area filled with the intoxicating scent of alcohol and cigarettes—he wasn’t amused, nor his type. But the fact that you are working here, staying is worth it. He was immersed in everything even with the blinding lights and the singer up on stage, it was an interesting love song to sing in a club. “Sparkling Cucumber Mint Lemonade,” 

“I didn’t order anything,” Jisung said, snapping back in your direction. 

“It’s on me this time, I won’t charge you like last night,” You smiled, hugging the tray. “Don’t worry it’s not alcoholic,” 

“Thanks,” He said, taking a good sip of a free drink. “This is good,” 

“I know right? Enjoy your stay, I need to get to work,” You said. “Are you sure you will wait for me?” 

“Yeah, my band is on break and there’s no work for me to be done so don’t mind me,” He smiled, taking another sip of it. 

“Okay,” 

The night flew by, customers slowly faded through the door leaving all their energy at the place, Jisung fell asleep on the counter as Chan kept an eye on him. You just got out of the staff’s room after changing clothes and are now being left with a sleeping Han Jisung. Chan smiled at you, motioning to take care of him while he closed the club—Jisung had already passed out and you were anxious to wake him up. 

“Just try to shake him gently,” Chan said, and so you did. 

“Han?” You called. 

“Hmm?” He hummed in response, sitting up as he rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?” 

“4 am,” You answered as he sighed heavily. 

“Do you want me to drive you home? It’s so late,” Jisung said, looking at you. “Let me take you and Chan hyung,” 

“No, no, don’t worry about me, I have my motorbike outside,” Chan said. “Just take Y/n home, I’ll leave in a bit,” 

“Okay, be careful on your way, yeah?” You told him. 

“Yep, and you too,” 

Jisung walked out of the club first as you followed him, hands shoved into his pockets while you tightened your grip on the straps of your bag. You can’t deny saying it is kind of sweet to have him waiting for you all night but the thought of pursuing you for a bit doesn’t sit right with you. It’s rare to have someone waiting for you for hours, Chan is an exception for he is a good friend of yours—but nothing like Jisung. You feel bad about it. 

He opened the door for you to enter and you bowed lightly with a small Thank you before getting in. You watched him close the door and jogged his way around the car to settle on the driver’s seat, driving away in silence. 

“Care to tell me what’s this all about?” You asked him. 

“As I said I’m not giving up that easily until I get you to say Yes,” He said, eyes focused on the road. 

“I know,” You scoffed and had the atmosphere go quiet for a while. You were still in deep thought about what happened between you and Jisung the other night and never had the chance to apologize properly for it. Seungmin already gave the details for he had witnessed everything. 

And that’s when you remembered,

The music was loud and Seungmin just sat there at your table, watching you get wasted. Mist wasn’t the one singing on the stage that night. Hyunjin and Minho went home, Chan went to help at the counter and Jeongin rested beside Seungmin. Felix and Changbin weren't there. You were chugging the Bacardi at a fast pace while enjoying the music, shouting the lyrics of the band’s cover of Day 1. Jisung decided to get a drink at the counter and planned to stand by for a few minutes before going home but Chan gossiped about Seungmin’s presence with you. He had to disregard Seungmin and Jeongin, talking on the couch as his attention was directed to you, he was amused. 

Acknowledging that his glass was already empty and he placed it back on the top of the marbled counter as his feet dragged him to you. Hyunjin didn’t mind the crowd of people getting in his way, the loud music was banging his ears and the flash of lights was a pain. 

“You’ll always be my day one~ Day zero when I was no one~” 

You got dizzy after a few glasses of that horrid drink and mindlessly took your phone out from your bag and typed Hanbin’s number. A group of numbers that you will always remember even if you get drunk. Your phone pressed your ear, waiting for him to pick up, Seungmin was already alerted to your actions but he wasn’t aware of who it was. Jeongin suddenly fell asleep after the exhaustion from partying and shared a few words with the older boy but still ended up passing out. Seungmin raised a brow as he sat steadily on his seat, halting himself from drinking another glass. 

“Hello?” Asked the one on the phone. You could barely hear it and decided to put it on loudspeaker. 

“Ya, are you crazy?” You exclaimed. “How dare you cheat on me with that cheapass ugly bitch?” Seungmin sat there frozen. “Am I not enough? Am I not enough to give you everyー”

“Y/n stop that!” Seungmin said. 

“Shut up, asshole,” You said, unconscious of the words coming out of your mouth. “Take me back!” You cried. Hanbin fell in silence as he listened to your sobs in between the loud music. 

“Y/n! I swear,” Seungmin said standing up from his seat as he placed his glass on the table loud enough for Hanbin to pass the phone to his new one. 

“Why did you cheat on me? We can work things out, Hanbin!” You said, not paying attention to your best friend who is now fucking frustrated. Jisung suddenly snatched your phone away, making you so mad, and yelled at him. He looked at the caller ID and smirked, passing it to Seungmin. “What the fuck are you doing?” 

“Piss off!” You heard Seungmin answer the phone. 

“Give it back!” You exclaimed as Jisung grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. 

“Stop it, Y/n, you’re drunk,” He said. 

“Who the fuck are you?! Let me go!” You yelled at him but instead of calming you down, his lips suddenly landed on yours. 

Seungmin almost dropped your phone after he ended the call when he saw how smooth Jisung was. It made you stop babbling nonsense and finally melted into the kiss. He tasted the shitty drink inside your mouth but it didn’t stop him. His arm wrapped around your waist with your hands around his neck. Maybe you deserve it after the heartbreak though. You couldn’t identify what kind of drink painted his lips so sweetly as it collided with yours. His lips were soft as he kisses you gently. Seungmin’s jaw dropped and only a click away to inform your mother who’s living in the countryside. It wasn’t a chaste kiss but rather wild when you felt his tongue enter your mouth. You licked his tongue slowly sucking it before molding your lips with his, then suddenly, everything disappeared from that moment. It wasn’t the first time you ever kissed someone but Jisung’s lips felt different. 

Your knees felt weak when he pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. His hand reached for your cheek, with a hint of nibbling at biting your lips. He may have gone excessively when he heard you whine under him which made him more eager. It wasn’t part of the plan to kiss you just to stop you from begging Hanbin and saying nonsense but it is the best way, for him, at least. The kiss got so overwhelming that Jisung felt your hands coming off his neck and suddenly passed out. Good thing you were inside his arms that he caught you right away. Seungmin almost died from shock but he didn’t help you either way. A smirk formed on Jisung’s lips as he carried you in bridal style. 

“You should go,” He said. 

“We will. Take care of Jeongin, he’s knocked out,” Seungmin answered. “Give me Y/n,” 

He kissed you. Yes, he is persistent and faithful when it comes to the things he likes. He already gave proof of that. A sigh escaped from your lips and at the same time, you felt the redness of your cheeks. It was so hot that you started to fan yourself with your hand. You didn’t know why it suddenly felt better after suffering from that stupid breakup. It’s been three months now and you were so stupid to do such a thing. 

And because of thinking too much, you didn’t even realize that you and Jisung were already in the parking lot of your apartment building. 

“Y/n, we’re here—,”

“Damn, it was you?” You asked in disbelief. “You kissed me!” 

“I did, so what?” Jisung laughed. “You want another one?” It was good if you are being honest with yourself.

“No!” You exclaimed as Jisung ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Fine,” He scoffed. “But you’re going to give in if I do it either way,” 

“You’re so full of yourself, Han,” You retorted. 

“It’s me we’re talking about,” He said, cutting you off. “I’m not going to apologize for that. And I think you’re more worried about me than your ex huh?” He smirked. 

“It was embarrassing and he was a douchebag, I care about my reputation more. And I’m sorry for acting stupid,” You sighed as you heard him laugh. “What’s funny?” 

“Nothing, I am not expecting an apology from you Y/n, I thought you can do more than that,” He said. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused. 

“I already told you a few times that I like you and I admit I was disappointed that you had to fall and hit your head,” He scoffed. “Do I have to repeat it myself? I like you, and that fucking kiss wasn’t enough for me,”

“I think you’re speaking bullshit right now,” You said but before you could say anything further, you felt his lips crash onto yours. He said he’ll be less trouble tonight, but why are you wrapping your arms around his neck to respond to his kiss? Jisung is amazing but at the same time a jerk who kisses a person without permission. But on second thought, maybe you deserve to experience that once or maybe more than once. 

His lips collided with yours, and both your eyes were closed, tasting the mint gum you had earlier and the hint of the Sparkling Cucumber Mint Lemonade you gave him. You felt his hand wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him as his other hand rested on your nape. The kiss was softer this time, as your heart started to go crazy and suddenly made you feel weak in the knees. His lips were warm and soft as ever as he kissed you gently. You could feel his tongue pressed between your parted lips giving that soft ticklish licks but you had to snap out of it. 

You pushed Jisung back to his seat as he licked his lips in annoyance, as to why. He ran his fingers through his hair and avoided your gaze as you stared at nowhere, unable to speak. You didn’t even say good night and left his car, leaving Jisung frustrated. 

“Goddammit,” He hissed. 

Jisung didn’t show up the next night but you find yourself, hoping for him to appear in front of you. It has been two days of pursuing you but it feels empty without him around. Chan noticed the energy you have but didn’t bother to spill it when you are busy with work. The night flew by in a blink of an eye either, a lot of customers were satisfied and made you distracted all night. You admit it was tiring that there were no energy boosters for you, Jisung isn’t even around. And you know exactly the reason why. 

He kissed you, again. 

You hate the fact that even if your reason was because of that break-up you had with Hanbin three months ago, you can’t blame the situation for being this stupid again. Jisung is persistent, you know that but opening up again made you hesitant. You’ve got nothing to offer in exchange for his feelings for you and Seungmin is nowhere to be found when you need advice. Meanwhile, you found yourself sitting across the counter instead of serving tables, other waiters were up for it, except you who just wanted to rest and listen to that dreadful love song the singer was singing. Chan also took a break from handling the cashier and sat beside you, enduring the exhaustion of work on the weekends. 

“We might need a new singer,” He said. “I heard he’s quitting tonight. Do you know someone?” 

“I don’t,” You answered.

“Sort of, but you’re a music major right? Maybe one of your classmates wanted a job or something, it’s just for the weekends anyway,” Chan shrugged. 

“I’ll try to get someone that suits this type of vibe,” You reassured. “But don’t expect that someone will show up in a week, did you tell Uncle?” 

“Yeah, he knows,” Chan said. 

“Then I’ll start looking then,” You chuckled at him and went back to watching the singer’s last performance on the club’s stage. 

And just like the other nights, Tuesday night passed by quickly and Wednesday morning came. The bright sunlight didn’t allow you to sleep on such a lovely morning—having not enough rest made you feel like a zombie during the whole day. Your classes will resume in the afternoon and you barely have time to rest. A sigh escaped your lips as you wore your shoes, indicating the moment of leaving your apartment. Jisung’s room was unusually quiet, with no instruments playing in the background nor hearing him singing his self-composed songs.

You never cared about it anyway. 

Shrugging at the thought of it, you head to a cafe to have brunch with Seungmin. The boy was too focused on his laptop the moment you arrived and didn’t even notice your presence. Taking your usual order, you went back to his table and sat down across from him. His eyes were tired, his soul was exhausted, a coffee on his side and a half-eaten sandwich with it. He is a representation of the usual college student you see on campus during their hell week. But that also represents you. 

“Good morning Y/n,” He said, still not taking his eyes from his laptop. 

“Good morning, Seungmin,” You smiled. “Mind if I eat?” 

“Not at all,” He replied. “I still need to finish my food as well,” He chuckled. 

“How long have you been waiting?” You asked, munching on your favorite sandwich. 

“Oh, I got here an hour early, I thought writing an essay in a café would help me finish it in no time,” He said, taking a sip of his iced americano. Seungmin drinks it like water. “Are you done with the homework?” 

“Do you have to ask me that when I’m in my miserable state right now?” You asked. 

“Well, I’m just really attentive so that you won’t miss anything.” He said. “Besides, we’re graduating this year,” 

“I know,” You scoffed. 

“How are things with you?” He asked, finally having his full attention to you. 

“You know I was in distress these past few days because of what happened between me and Jisung,” You started. “And now he’s asking me out,” You added, looking at your coffee. 

“I’m not surprised, he did mention he likes you,” He said so bluntly, making you look at him. 

“So you knew?” You asked, making Seungmin shrug his shoulders. 

“You’re probably the last person to know, Y/n,” He smirked. “Me and the rest of our friend group know. But I understand that you’re not really up for it since you and Jisung are not close enough to share intimate secrets with,” He chuckled. 

“I hate you,” You scolded him. 

“You don’t,” Seungmin replied, sipping his coffee. 

“Damn,” You sighed in response as he watched you with a blunt expression written on his face. 

“Anything else you want to tell me? Concerns?” He asked, munching his sandwich as you took a deep breath, making a sarcastic smile at him. 

“Well, aside from Jisung, I have to ask you something,” You said. 

“Spill,” He said, still munching that sandwich. 

“Do you, perhaps, want to work at my Uncle’s club? The local singer resigned last night and we need a replacement to perform this weekend,” You said, making Seungmin stop eating.

“You want me?” He asked, closing his laptop while pointing at himself. “Y/n, I don’t think the vibe suits me, I’m more of a ballad type of person, you know?” He chuckled. 

“But you’re a very good singer,” You whined. 

“Thanks, but I don’t think I can,” He said politely. “Why don’t you ask Jisung, he loves trying different genres, I heard he’s into rock now.” Only a sigh escaped your lips as you took a bite of your food. “It’ll be a good advantage since he has a band, you know Mist right?”

“Yeah,” You said, pouting your lips. “But it’s kind of awkward between us right now,” You said. 

“Because he likes you?” He asked as you gave him a nod. “Why don’t you give him a chance?” 

“Let me think about it first,” You sighed. 

Thinking about it led to a few hours later until you found yourself spacing out in a lecture. A hand supported your chin as your elbow rested on your desk—words from your professor just come in and out through your ears, nothing interesting to focus on. You shouldn’t be worrying too much when you have Chan who can fill up the position of the club’s singer. That man can make everyone swoon over him by singing one single line. But he is not up for it when you already asked a few times. 

You didn’t notice the time passing by, it was only your professor who discussed things all over again. Things that you already know from the first year to your senior year. Seungmin took notes beside you and the rest were either spacing out or listening. But this class would end up making everyone whine about some project the professor just announced. Seungmin coughed in between distracting you from your train of thought. You hated working in pairs yet it was necessary to grab someone to lessen the burden. Seungmin disappeared from his seat and went to Jeongin. Your best friend ditched you, just like that. 

“Nice, you don’t want to work with me?” You asked him when he just laughed in response, but you just rolled your eyes.

“I already planned to have Jeongin work with me,” He said. “You can ask Felix,” A sigh escaped your lips while rolling your eyes. The class ended a few minutes ago and only a few classmates of yours were left inside the classroom. You turned to Felix who was reading his notes before standing up and grabbing the opportunity to approach him. 

“Hey, Felix, do you have a partner?” You asked as he smiled at you, rubbing his nape. 

“Yeah, Changbin hyung was the first one to ask,” He said. “I’m sorry Y/n,” He added with that cute sheepish smile of his. 

“It’s alright, there must be someone free,” You smiled at him. 

 “Ah, yes, Jisung doesn’t have a partner yet,” He said, making your smile drop, giving him a nod. 

“Thanks,” You said and turned away seeing Jisung craning his neck, giving you his creepy smile (in a playful way) while wiggling his brows.  “I guess you’re the option left?” 

“That hurts,” He chuckled, standing up from his seat. “At least I get you to say yes on this one,” 

“As if I had a choice,” You retorted. “When are we going to do this damn project?” 

“Tonight, you know where my studio is right?” He asked as you nodded in response. “Good, I’ll meet you there at 7, sounds good to you?” 

“Not a problem, Han,” You smiled. 

“Great,” He smiled back. 

Why is he acting as if nothing happened?

7 pm and you found yourself in the hallway of a building where Jisung’s studio was located. You looked at your phone’s screen to confirm the right address and saw the same number on a door. A few knocks were heard as Jisung put his mixtape on pause before jogging towards the entrance, unlocking it, and seeing you. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting something?” You asked. 

“Not at all, come in,” He said, opening the door wider as he stepped aside. 

His studio is big enough for 5 people to fit in which probably explains why the rent is expensive. It was painted in black and white, different instruments were being displayed, and some were misplaced. Bass guitars and ordinary guitars, a mixer, and a synthesizer, a shelf of albums and stationeries being stacked on his desk, it was kind of messy. But he chose a good location where there’s a large window that you could see the whole city from. The room just needs a bit of cleaning. 

“It’s kind of messy, I’m sorry,” He chuckled sheepishly. “You can sit on the couch first, I still need to polish something,” 

“Sure,” You smiled. 

“Did you have dinner?” He asked, taking his seat in front of his computer. 

“Not yet, I just got out of the library before coming here,” You shrugged. 

“Okay, we’ll just finish half of the project tonight and we’ll get dinner,” He paused. “If that’s okay with you?” 

“Yeah, go ahead with your work, I can wait,” You said, taking a seat on the couch as he sighed in relief. Jisung went to work after that, leaving you looking around his studio. It was spacious as his mess was scattered around that you accidentally sat down on one of his cd players. There were earphones connected to it that made you sneak up to listen. You took a glance at him and saw his back facing you—taking the opportunity of it, you plugged the earphones on and played a song, not knowing it was all his. 

The first song was rock, you heard Seungmin’s voice in the first part and was followed by his other friends. A summer-like vibe but in a rock genre. The lyrics were also good, even the rhythms and beat were fun to listen to. Notes were pretty high to sing but they ended things clear and clean. So much for having good singers in a group of friends. You wonder how Jisung made this beautiful art. Even the next song is ethereal, a love song solo of his, he can be cheesy at times. You started vibing with it as he was pretty occupied with his work. And that makes you wonder if Jisung can sing for the club this weekend. 

You stopped listening and turned off the music without making the second song halfway finished and fell into deep thoughts. His voice is too good to ignore and his talent is superior. It’s rare to have someone listen to his songs unless it’s one of his guy friends. But you wanted his songs so bad, they were too good. 

“Y/n, I’m done, shall we start?” Jisung asked as he spun his swivel chair around. 

“Jisung,” You called. 

“Yeah?” He asked back. 

“Do you want to sing in the club? I mean, we don’t have a performer anymore so, if you want—”

“I don’t usually work with clubs unless I can perform as a guest,” He said cutting you off. “But if 5-STAR insists on hiring Mist, you should offer me something in return,” He smirked. 

“Fine,” You scoffed. “Let’s go out,” 

Jisung was caught off guard that he almost fell from his seat. It was a bold move of you but he likes it. You noticed how he tried to keep his cool but at the same time, you were nervous about the words that might come out as a response. 

“How much are they going to pay Mist?” He asked with his chin resting at the back of his palm. You knew the deal was on. 

“Pretty decent depends on how good—” 

“We’re good, babe,” He smirked. “And I am way better than the word, good,”

Another weekend came and Jisung locked himself inside his room as you waited for him outside. Leaning beside the door frame, you were getting impatient with his wardrobe dilemma for his first night. Your Uncle has been told about him by Chan, the boy got too excited and nervous at the same time. Performing in front of people tonight was not the first time, but since there was money at the end of it, he didn’t want to disappoint. You, on the other hand, had to comfort his nervous ass for he has been picking up something decent to wear. 

“Han, are you almost done? You only have to perform 3 songs, that’s it,” You whined outside. 

“One moment, I’m still undecided about the top,” He said, making you sigh in frustration. You were getting late. “Should I go with a T-shirt or a tank top?” 

“Tank tops would look great,” You said, sighing at the time. 

“Thanks, be right there in a sec,” Seconds turned into minutes until he came out after almost half an hour. You gave up waiting for him by the door and went to lie on the couch. “I’m done! What do you think?” You heard him say as you sat down and examined his look. 

Slicked back brown hair, a black tank top, skinny jeans, and a pair of boot shoes, everything in black. You gulped at the sight of him. He’s never been so handsome in your eyes, his fashion sense is superior to the fact that he looks like a rockstar tonight, only a bass guitar is something that he’s missing. He noticed your dumbfounded expression—one thing that boosted his confidence to perform. A smirk formed on his lips as he snapped his fingers in front of your face to bring you back to reality. 

“I’m too handsome, yes I know, no need to tell me,” He said fixing his hair and winked. 

“You wish,” You scoffed. 

“Oh come on, I’m hot, and you know it, right?” He teased as you exited his apartment. “Hey hey! Wait up!” Jisung laughed, grabbing his jacket. You can't help but laugh at his cuteness when he was catching up. Chan prepared the stage for Jisung the moment you arrived, the latter followed you to the staff’s room to rehearse for a short while. You noticed how nervous he was that you had to hold his hand to ease him down. Jisung smiled at you as he intertwined his fingers with yours. His hands were cold and shaky—one that made you worry and patted his back. 

“You will do good, alright?” You said as he nodded desperately. 

“Can you give me a hug before I go?” He asked until a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and pulled you closer. “Thank you,” 

He walked up to the stage introducing himself and how he got the job as a replacement. It made you embarrassed when he dedicated the song to you and everyone was cheering for your so-called relationship. Chan laughed, he looked so happy that Jisung was finally up there and enjoying the night while you stood beside him, mouth open wide. You knew Jisung sings well and you saw him sing in front of the class a few times, but not this type of vibe, not with instruments and background music. Seungmin and the rest of his friends witnessed how badass he is when it comes to music, but none of those shows met your eyes. 

He started to pull off the stage by singing Meddle About by Chase Atlantic. His lips moved as if he were making out with the microphone, and his fingers played with the strings as his voice resounded throughout the crowded room. Minho and Hyunjin supported him with the music and started banging the night. He was holding the mic with both of his hands as he sang his heart out. The veins on his neck become visible as he sings. It made him more natural and attractive. He jammed with the instrumentals in between the chorus and mouthed the adlib while he stared in your direction. His fingers strummed the electric guitar and a hint of crimson red showed up on your cheeks as you felt the heat coming with it. The loud beating of your heart and the adrenaline rush made you feel dizzy. You never saw this side of Jisung before, though you weren’t that close for the past few years, he is one fucking ace. And Chan is very proud now and then. 

The audience was too focused on the handsome young man performing on stage. The second song was his song, the one you heard on his cd player (Mixtape: Time Out), a rock summer vibe—a fresh song that comes with rap and drums; his vocals are too good to handle both singing and rapping. Everyone was cheering for him, the audience was jumping as they vibe with the song. He was also good at hyping them up and pointing to anyone who matches his energy. Yet his eyes would seek yours, it was something he is happy and thankful about. His heart never felt so giddy and fortunate when you are the reason why he is enjoying his time at the moment. 

Jisung kept running and walking around the small stage, sweat dripping from his forehead that made his brown locks soaked. His slicked-back hair becomes messy but he is still gorgeous. Chan noticed how you looked at him and nudged your arm, motioning his lips as if he was teasing you. Even Felix and Changbin were there, dancing like a married couple in front of the stage. And it lasted until his third and last song for the night. You listened closely and watched him as he sat down to sing a soothing melody after the hardcore ones. The sudden change of genre made you feel like falling in love. You love music all your life and you meet a lot of people who share the same interests as you but not like Jisung who took everything in one night. His friends and even Chan love to do the same as him but you see him differently. 

It is the way how calm he was—the spotlight was on him that made his visuals more appealing. The sweat ran down from his forehead to his ripped arms when he took off his jacket, his eyes filled with sincerity, and his voice blended with song. You couldn’t understand why your heart is acting up like you are about to fall for him. And it will get worse in the next few weeks as you expected. A small smile formed on your face when he ended the song and locked eyes with you. Jisung was satisfied as you fell into worry on the other hand. Who knows what will happen if he finds out that you fell in love in just one night with three songs? 

The night flew by and Jisung was given tips and compliments. He earned good money on his first night and he never stopped talking about it even when he was driving you both home. You congratulated him for being amazing on stage and he was really happy with it. Jisung never forgot to say thank you and made a breakthrough because of you. He never thought that this deal would lead to something beautiful for him. 

“Do you want to have a drink?” He asked as you walked side by side towards his apartment. 

“It’s 4 am, you need to rest,” You insisted as he let out a soft chuckle. 

“It’s Saturday morning though? What could go wrong?” He asked. 

“Fine, I’ll tolerate it,” You smiled at him as you offered your hand. Jisung immediately took it and pulled you inside his apartment. It was a signal but Jisung doesn’t want to do anything unless you want something. 

He got busy grabbing two glasses and a bottle of champagne that Hyunjin bought him the other week. You were waiting for him on the couch, wandering your eyes around. It’s not like it was your first time to be inside Jisung’s apartment, but it never fails to amaze you. His instruments were displayed neatly but on the other side of the room is a complete mess. He wasn’t expecting any guests anyway. But the fact that he wanted to celebrate this night with you after their very first performance as part of 5-STAR, Jisung is up for it. Both Hyunjin and Minho refused to stay up late because of the exhaustion, leaving you and Jisung together, in his very own place.

“I hope you like champagne?” He asked, placing them on the coffee table. 

“Of course,” You answered. 

“To us?” He said, raising his glass. 

“To you and Mist,” You smiled, raising your glass as well before making cheers with him.

“Since when did you learn how to play?” You asked, eyes still darted on him while you drink.

“Since I was 12, I guess?” He chuckled, holding his glass as he sat down beside you. “My dad taught me.” 

“No wonder why you were so good,” You said. “Minho and Hyunjin too,” 

“Thanks,” He said with a soft chuckle. “The guys are also natural at playing it,” 

“And you know what I think about you?” You said which made him hooked in the conversation while drinking. “I think you are so hot and beautiful while performing,” 

“You’re falling for me already?” Jisung smirked as you looked into his eyes. 

“Maybe,” You said. “And I’m sane right now,” Still not breaking eye contact. 

“And can I do something about it?” He asked, placing his glass on the table. 

“No,” You said. “Maybe?” 

“Stop with the Maybes, Y/n,” He giggled. “What do you want?” He asked.

“You.” 

You felt his lips on yours for the third time now. The taste of champagne lingers as you respond. Arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him. As he deepened the kiss, he placed a hand on your nape and carefully stroked the side of your cheek. He could taste the champagne through the hint of your cherry-flavored lip gloss as your lips curved against one another. You could feel his grin between kisses, you began playing with his hair which caused him to bite your upper lip and sucked it before he could kiss you deeply again. 

Nobody had ever made you feel this way. Even if you remembered how your ex kissed you, it’s nothing compared to how Jisung does it. Heavy breaths were shared but none of you dared to stop. The sound of kisses, his soft lips, and your eagerness of it wanted more. He lifted you to make you sit on his lap and it surprised you for a moment but couldn’t mind it at all. You were lost and it made his heart pound. His tongue brushed across yours as you stopped and met his gaze after feeling his hand caressing your thigh. Cheeks began to flush. 

“What?” He asked. 

“I’m sane,” You said. 

“Darling, it’s just you and me,” He replied. “What’s stopping you?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Nothing,” You said. “It’s just,” 

Jisung didn’t even wait for you to finish and just started to kiss you again. Hands on your cheeks as you leaned closer to hug him, continuing the kiss. It was soft and gentle, there was a spark in between. The lights flicker as the bubbles of the ignore champagne glasses evaporated to the surface. Jisung knew he likes you so much but going back to the question, what was stopping you? The question was vague but it will hit his ego if you answered that. You admit you were a bit hesitant to open up a new relationship after the heartbreak, but this is Jisung now. 

His back settled on the backrest of his couch as you leaned forward as his hands ran down rubbing his hands gently against your curves, squeezing them. A hint message that he likes it and you couldn’t agree more. The sounds of your smacking lips made Jisung hum in response. Your fingers played with his brown locks as you smiled in between the kiss. 

“Should we make it real?” He asked giving you a peck on the lips. 

“Do they know?” You asked. 

“Not yet,” He chuckled. “We can tell them later,”

“Okay,” You said quietly as your lips met again. His kisses have gotten more intense. He held your back to lay you on the soft couch as he hovered above you, taking off his tank top. The excitement rose when you saw how built his body was then he proceeded to have his lips meddle with yours. Fast heartbeats, eyes were shut to completely enjoy the moment, as the sounds of your lips smacking against one another in response to the tension—the kiss was heating up. 

Jisung felt your hands undoing his belt, the clanking of the hard material aroused when it hit the marble floor. He, then, starts undressing you leaving only your underwear. 

“You’re not shy are you?” He said. 

“It wasn’t the first time I made out with you,” You smirked meeting his lips again. Jisung put his thumb in between your lips as you kiss them gently, feeling his kisses on your neck. You hummed in response to his touch, you had to look the other way to provide him more access. You felt his teeth bite your soft skin and started nipping, intoxicated by the smell of your long-lasting perfume. “Hmmm,” You moaned. 

His kisses made their way down to your chest, in the valley of your covered tits as it goes down to your stomach which made you feel butterflies. 

“You’re so pretty,” He said. “But that’s not the only reason why I like you. May I?” 

You knew you want it too and didn’t even hesitate to permit him to take them off and go ahead. It was driving you crazy when you felt his lips kissing your thigh with his eyes staring at your wetness, he cooed at how pretty his view was that his tongue reached the opening making you mewl in return. 

“We were just kissing Y/n,” He smirked, spreading your legs wider so he could bury his face in your dripping cunt, devouring it with his mouth. 

“Fuck!” You hissed under your breath. Jisung’s hands tightened their grip on your thighs, squeezing them every time he hears you moan as your breath gets heavier by the time his tongue played with it. You grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers together while feeling how good his mouth was. “It’s hot,”

But he didn’t stop there. You taste good, he loves it. He had his two fingers inside you as he slipped his tongue along with it. His fingers began to move quickly, receiving a delightful yet sinful sound from you. And as your lips gaped, you started humping on his fingers. That was it, your body was hot and started to move on its own. 

“Stay still, angel,” He said upon having his fingers get on a fast pace just to hear more of those sinful sounds coming out of your mouth. He didn’t stop, he doesn’t want to. Your hand reached his brown locks, dragging him up close to your pussy to feel more of it. But Jisung stopped so suddenly that it made you whine in return. 

“Why did you stop?” You asked. 

Jisung didn’t say anything, the next you knew you were being pulled to sit on his lap and grind on his clothed erection. His lips met yours again, but your hands were busy pulling down his pants, along with his black boxers. You gasped the moment he let himself buried inside you, slowly and gently just to start the night. He captured your lips again, not wanting to break the kiss as his hands were on your waist, hugging you closer while you were humping him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and went faster making him moan in between your kisses. His fingers reached for the hook of your bra, took it away, and tossed it somewhere in the living room. You didn’t stop there as you keep on riding his cock. It felt so good. 

“Faster baby,” He breathed, massaging your breasts and pinching your sensitive buds. Playing and pinching them made it even worse, eyes rolled back as you held his shoulders tightly. It sent shivers down your spine as you continued humping him. You could feel how hard he is inside you. The only sounds you could hear were your heavy breaths and Jisung’s moans underneath. He liked the idea of you riding him and his sounds were loud and clear when you started to go up and down as fast as you could. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” He hissed, biting and nipping your tits while massaging and squeezing the other one. 

“Baby,” You gasped, as his other free hand started caressing your body while you pull him closer to your chest. It made you arch your back as a response, and by this, he was given more access to have his mouth sucking your hard nipples. It was hot, his tongue won’t stop playing with it. Your head falls back, grinding him as his cock goes beyond his limits. 

“Fuck,” He cursed again as he went to your untouched boob. 

“Han,” You breathed. “I’m coming,” 

“Just let it out baby,” He said, thrusting his cock even faster. You bit your lower lip in response and come while Jisung was still going at his fast pace. He felt how hot it was, and before he could even come, he laid you down on the couch and pulled away making his cream spread across your stomach. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” You said in between your breath. 

“Do you want to wash up?” He asked again, fixing your hair. 

“A little later,” You smiled. “Hug me,” 

“Of course, love,” He said as he gave you a peck on the lips before pressing his body over you. A pair of arms wrapped around your back with your head on his chest as you hugged him tightly. This night has been exciting and tiring, and all he needs is to cuddle with you to end it. “Rest,” He added, kissing the side of your head. 

It was unexpected, but being with him is all good now and the remaining problem now is how are you going to announce that you’re already official?

Exactly a week passed by, and Jisung would never leave the floor without you. He would be on your couch when you’re in a hurry to get to school or work. It was decided that he’d only perform with Mist every weekend so he could get some free time with you after class. Chan immediately got the idea that you two are finally going out but at the same time, Jisung didn’t spill the beans yet to his other friends. 

“So you two are dating now?” Seungmin asked as you make your way to your workplace. 

“Yeah,” You smiled widely. 

“Let me guess, you two had sex?” Seungmin asked again, looking at you in disbelief as you rolled your eyes. “Well, well, well, aren’t you the one who cried over their ex two weeks ago?” 

“Shut up Seungmin, you know how I feel about Jisung now,” You defended. 

“Yeah, yeah, if it weren’t for that project we had, you wouldn’t be this close,” Seungmin answered, hands being shoved inside his pockets. 

“Also, let me thank you for rejecting me as your partner,” You smirked. 

“You’re welcome?” Seungmin chuckled. “Where’s Han? I thought we were going together?” 

“He went to work early,” You sighed. “I don’t know, he sent me a text saying not to wait for him or something,” 

Jisung went to the club earlier than usual the next Saturday night. He said he wanted to make his performance different compared to these past few nights. When you arrived an hour after him, the stage was already set up with Hyunjin and Minho. And that’s when the surprise started. 

White smoke crept over the floor to welcome the band as purple, red, blue, orange, and yellow lights filled the stage. The lead singer took a position in front of the crowd and began singing his heart out. He was getting all the hype he deserves as Hyunjin and Minho went hard on playing their designated instruments while Jisung stood out well. He was wearing his gray blazer, tight black pants, and a white polo shirt inside with a black tie. His hair was curled as these brown locks fell on his cheeks. His hand took the microphone from the stand and continued to sing the song you’d never heard before. 

Your heart started to beat faster like crazy. Blood rushed down your cheeks making it feel hot, the crowd made the room louder and the air conditioner you thought was not working well when in fact they are. It was just so hot that you couldn’t understand how you felt inside. And it only got worse when he took off his blazer, dropping it on the floor as he blurted out his self-composed lyrics while rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. He stopped for a few seconds only to pick up his electric guitar and started strumming it to the core. The instrumentals were crazy enough to make you feel dizzy and weak. As if he didn’t make you feel the same when you two had sex in his apartment. 

But this is it, Han Jisung just crashed his way in. 

“Hey! Hey! Hey!”

He was smirking all over the way, the feeling of cockiness took over his system as he had his tongue out just for the sake of rising confidence. It made you feel weak in the knees. He was looking at you and winked. 

“Someone’s going get laid tonight,” Chan laughed. 

“Oh, you bet,” Seungmin answered, giving the older one a high five. 

“Shut up you two,” You hissed as you continued watching. Jisung stood behind his mic stand and sang the lyrics of his unreleased song. It was heartful, especially when he hit the high note at the end earning claps and screams from everyone. 

“Felt like a concert,” Chan said. 

“I told you he’s good,” Seungmin added. 

You went backstage after his performance, he was preoccupied with saying his thanks to everyone, the same goes for Minho and Hyunjin who are covered in sweat for giving their all. The three of them did well, but there’s Jisung who stood out the most to you and after that, all three of them went down. 

“That was so good!” You exclaimed. 

“Thanks Y/n, thank you for hiring us,” Minho said. 

“It was nothing,” You giggled. “You totally rocked it,” 

“I’m shy now,” Hyunjin laughed. 

“Own it guys, you were so good,” You said and that’s when you saw Jisung who just got down. “Hannie!” You squealed and went over to him for a hug. “I’m so proud of you!” 

“Since when did they get so close?” Hyunjin asked. 

“They’re going out,” Seungmin butted in. 

“What?” Minho said. 

“It’s not a surprise anymore so, accept the truth,” Chan added. 

“Did you like it?” Jisung asked. 

“Of course! Was that the song you were working on in your studio?” 

“Yeah,” He laughed. “Definitely,” 

“It was really good,” You smiled. “And I like your outfit today, your hair, wow, they’re very rockstar material,” 

Later that moment you found yourself kissing him inside the dressing room as his hand went for the lock to make sure no one comes in. You felt his hand caressing your cheek not breaking the kiss before hitting your back on the wall. As soon as he pressed you against the wall, his lips became impatient. Your hands rushed to remove his jacket and started to loosen his tie while your lips stayed together throughout the passionate kiss. 

“You’re quite eager are you?” He smirked in between, biting your lower lip before sucking it. His hand reached your ass, squeezing it making you giggle in return, and kissed him again. Jisung lifted your shirt revealing your black-laced bra, his kisses went down again from your neck to the valley of your breast, squeezing your boobs enough to make you moan. You watch him go down, dragging your shorts down along with your matching underwear. He got on his knees as he rested your leg on his shoulders, licking and sucking your wetness. You leaned closer against the wall as Jisung started eating you out. It wasn’t part of the plan, he gave his all tonight so he deserves it. 

“Baby, fuck!” You hum in response as your mouth gaps and the burning sensation you felt when his tongue is pressed hard on your dripping cunt, licking and teasing it. You started grinding on his mouth making him smack your ass hard earning a sinful sound. Biting your lip, you can’t hold your sounds in, you know the people around love to eavesdrop when something like this happens. 

Jisung loved how you taste, but eating your pussy doesn’t satisfy him that easily. He asked you to bend over the vanity table and watched every expression you make in the mirror when his cock slipped inside you as he started to fucked you from behind. His hand made a makeshift ponytail with your hair, thrusting his hips at a fast pace. Your hands held the table tightly, feeling every inch of his dick coming in and out of your hole. Sounds of screams and cries echoed throughout the room and you know how much it turned him on. 

“You’re taking me so well, babe,” He said, leaning forward to kiss your neck as his hands cupped your boobs and squeezed them. He never stopped fucking you from that position. The feeling was immaculate. His lips met yours, devouring them as if he was hungry—his pace never went down and kept its speed. You moaned in his lips as he pinched your nipples making you reach your limits. You weren’t used to sex, and you know Jisung understands. But this time, you wanted it to last. The same goes for him and it is the second time after all. 

He lifted your leg on the table and went harder. It made you break the sloppy make-out you shared. The feeling feels like there’s a fire in your body that burns every time Jisung touches you like this. It made you go insane when he slapped your ass. 

“Ah! Fuck you,” You whined. 

“Well, I am,” He smirked, biting your neck, nipping your skin, and leaving some marks. 

“Han,” You gasped, mouth open as your legs started to quiver. “I’m coming,” 

“Not yet baby,” You heard him say. 

“Fuck, I can’t,” You whined. 

“Where’s the fun if I’ll let you?” He smirked, biting your lip. “You’re hot, baby,” He added, hugging you from behind, but that doesn’t stop you from being out of breath and quivering. You turned around and met his lips, kissing him again. It was gentle this time, arms wrapped around his neck as he made you sit on the table. Your fingers played with his curly brown locks which made him smile in between your kisses. 

He pushed himself inside you again and started his pace faster than usual. It was extreme, the tension between you two was hard to identify. No matter how hard he goes, it always feels good when his lips are on yours. You could feel every inch of him as he fucked you harder and faster. Nothing compares to this feeling when you were still with your dumb ex-boyfriend. Han Jisung is definitely wholesome. 

Everyone is right about him, he’s dominant and it makes your body burn. 

“You want to come?” He asked as you nodded desperately. “Say please,” 

“Please?” You breathed in between your shared kiss. 

“I’m almost there baby,” He groaned, burying his face on your neck in the same position. He felt your fingers dug up his skin, making traces of red lines that made him swear, stopping at the time when you couldn’t hold it anymore and came. “My dick is covered with your cum, babe,” He said, kissing your cheek and pulled away before he could come inside you. 

“I hate you,” You said, smacking his chest playfully. 

“That hurts my feelings,” He laughed. “Are you okay?” He asked, caressing your cheek. 

“I’m fine,” You answered, giving him a peck on his lips. “You did well tonight. Shall we go home and take some rest?” You smiled, hugging him closer. 

“Do I get cuddles?” He asked, giving you his puppy eyes. 

“Of course baby, you deserve it,” You replied, giving him another kiss. “I love you, Han,” 

“That’s the most precious thing I’ve ever heard tonight,” He said. “You know that I love you too, Y/n,” He smiled. 

“I know,” You smiled.

“Let’s go home now,” 

So this is what falling in love feels like, the one he thought that he needs to pass countless levels just to reach the top has come to an end. Jisung found you now, and it will change his perspective for quite a while. 

Then there’s you, opening up again. It wasn’t easy at first, the long drive could end in burning flames or paradise and you were sure, it was paradise. 

“Good night, Y/n,” 

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[milkb0nny]

Hello! can you do Jing Yuan and Sampo with a s/o who wants to do his make up but turns out to be a make out session? (does making out falls in the nsfw categories? if it does, just ignore this! sorry!)

🤍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

Note: Hello! I'm not sure how far making out falls into lewd content but I'll still write it. Maybe it's not as spicy as you wanted it but I tried my best! 🤍 It's always okay to ask me even if you're not sure. Thank you sm for this request!

Characters: Jing Yuan, Sampo Koski

Content: you making them pretty, slight spice, gn!/reader, fluff

Warnings: potential spice, not proofread

🍃... 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒂𝒏

▫️He didn't agree with your cheerful idea at first but gave in seeing how happy it would make you. You two sit in the living room and you have your makeup bag and brushes with you. You're excited Jing Yuan wants to spend some quality time with you. You enjoy these days since he's usually so busy with work.

▫️This was your one and only chance to switch your man to a beautiful person. He's beautiful without makeup but how pretty would he be with blue eyeshadow and a bright red lipstick? You want to make the most out of this opportunity. You want to give his pale face some color!

▫️He lays down on your lap as it is easier for you to see him up close and your hands easily rest on his face. Even though he wasn't so fond of this idea he enjoys laying on your thighs.

▫️"Maybe we can do this more often. It's very comfortable. After all you always get me the nicest pillows." A gentle smile leaves him and you blush.

▫️He's the perfect model to put make up on. He stays still and nothing tickles him too much. You enjoy experimenting with colors, glitters and big lashes. He gets confused when you glue him eyelashes on but doesn't resist since you'd be mad if he made a move.

▫️Though the seemingly harmless situation turned out to be a little more than just doing makeup. When you paint his lips purple an idea pops into his mind.

▫️His fresh lipstick is wet enough to taunt your adorable face. He gets up and kisses you on the cheek leaving a big smooch.

▫️"Am I beautiful?" He asks with a flirty undertone, coming closer. You stop breathing and look at him with widened eyes. He smirks and kisses you again leaving his lips all over your face.

▫️You're too attractive with his lips smothered all over your face. He adores you so much, craves you and wants you: now! You're not done yet but can't help participating in his loving mind game. Your boyfriend can twist your head around any time he wants to.

▫️He picks you up with an ease, carries you to your shared bedroom and closes the door. With a bright smile he throws you onto the bed and crawls over you.

▫️You smell his lust and his passion, it makes you blush and your body somehow feels so burning hot.

▫️"I want to see that lipstick all over you~"

🍃... 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝑲𝒐𝒔𝒌𝒊

▫️He was more than happy when you begged him to agree to your idea. Your puppy eyes and the sweet smile on your lips convinced him immediately. You agreed to meet up in the evening at your place.

▫️As expected he came home too late so you decide to punish him with extra extravagant makeup. You got your glitters, rhinestones and most importantly flamboyant eyelashes. All of these things should make Sampo a living doll.

▫️He's a little hesitant but already agreed to the whole procedure. So he layed down on the bed and you crouched over him to keep him still. You are very aware of his ticklish spots and some of them are in his face.

▫️He flinches here and there but all in all he holds through. You're surprised by his grace and how gorgeous he is with his green eyes and red eyeshadow. You took some time so he fell asleep. That gave you the best opportunity to make him extra juicy.

▫️Sampo looks like a flashy drag queen due to his masculine statue and smug face. Surprisingly he loves his makeup and is absolutely baffled by your skills. You see sparks in his eyes and an expression which screamed "Is this really me?!?!"

▫️Sampo admires your talents and he's aware you're skilled at makeup but doing it on another face is a whole different take. In his emotional rush he grabs you and throws you into the air, laughing happily.

▫️You're more than excited how happy he is about just some makeup. It was so unexpected since he never showed interest in it. But you don't mind, you love it.

▫️With a girly look comes a girly attidue. He'll make jokes, behaving extra feminine and mocking you a little. "Little Miss, can you give the queen a kiss on the cheek! Oh - but be careful to not make my face dirty!"

▫️You love him so much. And he loves you. After some time you rub the heavy makeup off his face and he is like a dog while you do that. After he's all clean again he smirks, pulls you close and whispers in your ear.

▫️"Now that you got what you wanted... Can I have a taste of my desire too~?"

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[l0velylecter]

If your requests are open... could you write headcanons of the cod boys with a fem s/o who loves flowers? Like everything she owns is a floral print, she grows her own flower garden, she usually wears long flowy floral print skirts, etc. Do you think they would ever surprise her with flowers? Or do that cliche but lovely thing where a man will pick a wildflower and put it in the women's hair. 💓 Sometimes I feel a little silly over how much I love flowers, I let out a little gasp ever time i see them. 💐

— the cod : mw ii men + s/o who loves flowers ! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, captain john price, phillip graves, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, rodolfo parra fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : f!reader rating :  g for general , sfw!

01 | Knowing how lonely and anxious you get when he leaves for missions, Price decided to build you a garden, knowing it would take your mind off worrying. And it worked: by summer, the whole backyard was in full bloom, a reflection of Price's love and your devotion, seen in every petal. The sight of napping by one of the chairs with a book open by your lap or trousers stained with dirt from being knee-deep in a cluster of bellflowers, cottage pinks, and delphiniums is always something that Price looks forward to when he gets home. 

02 | When you told Soap how much you loved flowers, he went above and beyond to show you he remembers. You'd open the door to greet him home — and he'd have a bouquet in his hand, hoping that the pattern of roses, thistles, and bluebells would distract you from the broken nose he got on duty ( you still scolded him.) " Flower delivery for my bonnie lass !" He'd announce playfully, never failing to make you smile each time. And whenever you show him your new skirt or blouse, he'd be ready with a compliment, telling you dreamily how the floral pattern matches your eyes.

03 | You weren't surprised at how good Gaz was with plants, nurturing and gentle by nature: his softer traits tend to get overlooked because of his profession. But when he's home with you, helping you change the pot of your carnations, you can't help but melt at how gentle he's being. He's growing into a bigger mother hen than you when it comes to your flowers— " I think we should take the lads ( the pot of blue and purple lobelias) out for some sun, love." Making the best of his time home, the two of you would often garden and go hiking together, stopping by the trails to pick some violets on the way home. 04 | It's obvious from the beginning that Alejandro is a roses man. Romantic and down-right chivalrous, he always comes home with a bouquet of them: a cluster of classic, deep, red petals between his fingers. The colonel loves how sweet they smell on you, buying you attar oil from the market so you can thread it through your hair or pour some into the bath when you're both unwinding against the warm water. Infatuated with how beautiful roses look on you, Alejandro decided to gift you a simple, golden necklace with a rose pendant hanging from it. And you're more than happy to show it off around your neck. 05 | Too shy to approach you, Rodolfo started leaving flowers instead. He'd place the simple banquet of sunflowers in your office, always waiting from afar to watch you carry it back home from base with a smile on your lips. Eventually, he was caught and had to come clean. You were far from angry — if anything, you were in love. Even when you start dating, he still brings home sunflowers, a symbol of faith, loyalty, and adoration. His face burned when you decided to tuck one behind your ear. Plus, Rodolfo finds it endearing how you gasp every time he comes home with fresh flowers as if he hasn't been doing it forever now, chest physically aching from how cute you looked. 06 | When he's around you, Graves turns into a big softie. It's almost hilarious how quickly he switches from a lean, mean commander to a man who would re-paint your entire room with flowers just because you love them so much. You'd pick him up at the airport, and he'd be the one bringing a bouquet — " What kind of man doesn't bring home flowers for his girl, hm?" And on the mornings when you'd wake up, and he'd already be gone, having to fly for D.C. on an emergency call, you'd see a vase of white tulips and pink carnations resting above the dining table. A silent yet beautiful way for him to say he's sorry, (and how can you not forgive him when he still finds time to give your flowers, no matter how busy he gets?) 06 | You know that Ghost is not the one for grand romantic gestures, understanding that he's reserved and somewhat hesitant when loving you. Because of this, reassurance is often hard to get from Simon. You would have expected communication to be nonexistent when he's a man of few words, but if anything, it's always constant: proven by the different flowers he'd get for you, knowing that it is a language you can both understand. After arguments, he'd say sorry by leaving white orchids by your bedside table. While 'I love yous' were expressed through red-white carnations and peonies. And with Simon, it's about paying attention to the little things, like when he walks up to you out of the blue, silent yet gentle as he tucks a chrysanthemum behind your ear. He'd stand there and admire you, hands still resting under your chin, " Fucking hell... you're beautiful, you know that?" From then on, you've been hard at work in your little garden, knowing that with it, you've made him a home to come back to.

a/n : so sorry for the late response anon, university has been kicking my ass, but thank you for requesting ! when i tell you i had so much fun writing this (i’m such a sucker for pure gentle fluff), what a creative and lovely request, i can already tell you’re wonderful by just this. i hope you enjoy it !! <3 

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[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

eternal summer [part two]

part one: here

word count: 1804 warnings: angst, 18+ content (not intensely explicit but mdni) notes: we are not discussing how it took me three months to get this posted. anyways i hope u enjoy <3

The car door is hot, burning into the bare skin on your back and sure to leave an ugly red mark for the rest of the day. Surely it won’t be as noticeable as the purple marks blossoming on your neck, though. His fingers are in your hair, mouth on your neck, body pressed against your own; he’s everywhere, and it’s beautifully suffocating. Somewhere in the back of your cloudy mind, you’re vaguely aware of the fact that this is happening, but only your body is really present at the moment. Your brain has gone into overdrive, only able to think about how badly you want this, how badly you need more.

Matty bites down softly on your lower lip, causing your lips to part in a soft gasp. He knows you far too well, can judge exactly what makes you tick without ever having touched you before. Just a few more seconds of this and you’re a goner, but–

“Wait,” you say breathlessly. Matty’s eyes are sparkling and his cheeks are flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. It takes every ounce of willpower you have left in yourself in order to not let him consume you. “What exactly are we doing right now?” Your voice falters. You know exactly what you’re doing; you know exactly what you want. Something inside of you yearns for him to say it, though, to make it real.

“We don’t have to be doing anything, not if you don’t want to.” He’s making a concerted effort to keep his eyes from slipping back down to your lips. It only took a few kisses from you for him to begin envisioning how it would feel to let your mouth paint his body. “But I want you. I do”

I want you. That’s enough of an explanation for you. Your lips are on his jaw, tracing open-mouthed kisses up until you reach his ear. You lean in close, warm breath ghosting across his skin. “You have me,” you tell him. 

His hand cups your cheek as he takes your words like they were a prayer for him to answer. “Fuck,” is all Matty can say. His lips are on your neck again, but his hunger now is more urgent. You match his desperation, letting out small whimpers of pleasure when his teeth graze your skin. You don’t know where to put your hands, so you bring them to his hair, tugging gently. This spurs Matty on further, eliciting a groan from him that you know will become etched into your brain. You suddenly become painfully aware of the wish to freeze-frame this moment. What if this is my only chance? You need to remember the glow of Matty’s skin under the summer sun, the cherry color of his lips next to your skin, the warmth of his body on yours. The elation from being wanted by him and having him. Let me have this, you beg; to whom, you aren’t sure. Let me keep this.

Matty’s fingers have found the neatly tied knot of the strings of your top. “Can I?” he murmurs, breath on your skin.

You want to hesitate, but you can’t. “Yes. Please,” you add eagerly.

He wastes no time. Nimble fingers undo the knot, black fabric slipping down your shoulders. You’re so exposed but nothing feels wrong. The sun is still warming you, and somewhere in the near distance you can still hear the waves lapping at the beach. And Matty is here. You could be invincible with him. His touch creates a sort of bubble around your bodies. It’s fragile, yes–anything could pop it–but something inside of you urges, Trust this.

Your body perfectly fits the curve of his hands, but your mind is somewhere else. You’re thinking about how different his skin looked in the winter, all pale tones and blue veins, blushes of red across his knuckles and elbows. Summer has shown him love. Matty’s skin feels like flashing carnival lights; he tastes like pulling apart a spool of cotton candy. With his body surrounding yours, you’re overwhelmed by the smell of him; like popsicles melting over your fingers, sticky and sweet.

Matty is chanting your name like it’s some magic incantation as his lips explore your body. His touch is hungry, yet he savors it, drinking in the golden light radiating from you. There’s no telling if the slight sheen of sweat on both your bodies is from the summer heat or the intensity of the moment, but it doesn’t quite matter either way. Especially not now, when Matty is nipping at your inner thighs, relishing the soft responses he draws from you. His hands gently grip your hips with enough pressure to steady you. 

Words don’t have to be passed between one another when his eyes quickly flit back up to yours. Pools of honey meet your gaze, and you know exactly what he’s asking. “Need you,” you tell him.

He can’t help but grin at your plea, and he quickly opens the door to the backseat of the car, maneuvering his body and yours in the limited space. It’s less than elegant, but it’s what you ache for. In his car, surrounded by his smell, it feels as if you’ve cracked him open and crawled inside his chest. It’s a mirror to the way his skilled fingers split you open with ease, how readily he could reach within you and grasp your heart from the inside. 

You let Matty ruin you in every way possible. You hope you never recover from it, never find anything that could be better. You’re certain that your body has been molded only to fit his, like a soft piece of wax in the sun. 

It’s the best sex you’ve ever had. It makes you want to cry. You wish you understood these things.

.♡♡♡.♡♡♡.♡♡♡.

The sun is blinding and white-hot when you slide out of the car again. You smile to yourself when Matty wordlessly ties your top around you again, less tension now when his fingertips brush your back. He leaves a gentle kiss on your shoulder, trying to convey one thousand words through a split second. It’s enough.

Matty offers his hand to you before returning back down to the beach. George and Charli have undoubtedly caught on to what just happened, but neither says anything when their eyes fall to your hand in Matty’s. The rest of the day is spent as though nothing ever happened, but now you can be sure the lingering stares from Matty are real. It’s not just the golden hour light that makes his eyes sparkle, and it’s certainly not just a sunburn that makes him turn red when you stare back. 

.♡♡♡.♡♡♡.♡♡♡.

The inevitable comes eventually, as it always does and always will. After that first day, you began to have hope that this was something real. The leaves would turn from green to yellow, from yellow to red, and they would fall, and Matty would still be holding your hand. You would plunge your fingers between his ribs and sink through, reaching something inside to give you tangible evidence of his existence. Something to prove none of this was fabricated.

Of course, that hope was shrouded in naivety. Instead, the texts and phone calls fizzle out by mid-September. You chalk it up to his upcoming tour schedule; Lord knows you’ve heard enough about it from Charli. I haven’t even known him a full year, you remind yourself. This might be normal. You know it isn’t, though. You know what it means when a guy fucks you and stops returning your calls. By late October, almost a month has gone by without hearing from him once. You’re gutted. You feel ill. You’re painfully unsurprised. 

It’s a Monday morning when you get the “Can we talk?” text. You quickly check the calendar on your phone to confirm your suspicions: he’s waited until the last week before he leaves to talk to you again. Despite all your misgivings, you type out a simple “Yes” with almost no hesitation.

It’s how you find yourself on his couch just a few hours later. You take inventory of the room; it’s been awhile, but nothing has changed. His decor is exactly the same, everything in its right place. It makes you feel out of place. 

“I’m a total douchebag” is how he opens.

“Well, yeah.”

“I don’t know why I do this.”

“I don’t know why you do either.” You’re bitter. It’s a justified bitterness, but you wince at having to admit it to yourself. You want to wrap your arms around him and breathe him in, envelop yourself in his sunlight. But now, in the cold October light, you feel unsure. 

“But I don’t think we should talk while I’m gone.” He’s been talking, but you haven’t been listening aside from this last part. Does the rest even matter if he says this? 

Words tumble from your mouth, but you’re hardly paying attention. “Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t.” Am I supposed to be fighting him on this? 

He gives a few more flimsy excuses and apologies until his voice falters. You can’t even make eye contact with him. You try to tell yourself this is your last chance, anything could happen in the next three months to keep you from seeing him again. It only makes it more difficult, though. 

And then you’re standing up, you’re hugging him goodbye, you’re giving him a half-hearted “good luck” for the tour. For just a second, Matty opens his mouth, and you can nearly hear what he’s about to ask. You want to say yes before the words escape him. You want to kiss him, just to be sure that there was something, at one point, no matter how small. But he doesn’t say it, and you don’t do it, and the moment is gone before it was ever even really there.

You get back to your car before you allow yourself to fully process what just happened. Your shaking hands are already mourning the loss of how Matty’s soft curls felt, and your trembling lip is desperately trying to remember how his skin felt against your mouth. Summer feels like sand slipping between your fingers, autumn winds blowing it further and further away. It’s gone, and you’re confused, and fuck, you know he could fix this just by being here – but he’s not, and he won’t be.

When you go to sleep that night, you dream of that big black coat, lighters, red cheeks and knuckles, cigarette smoke mixing in the cold air with warm breath. You wake up in the middle of the night, reaching for your phone to check the time. Your eyes fall on the date and the text that reads “October.” You sigh, knowing summer always comes around again.

#18+ #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #angst #matty healy #i felt insane writing this ok !

[let-them-read-fics]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Siyeon x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Jealous Siyeon ;)

Word Count: 3,348

Summary: With your three year anniversary imminent and the need for a get-away pressing, Siyeon organizes a romantic weekend trip for the two of you to enjoy together. Everything goes according to plan in the beginning, but when a night of clubbing breathes new life into her passion for you, things get a bit derailed.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hello again, my lovely readers! Just stopping by to drop off this Singnie fic :) Jiu's story is next, so look forward to it! Hope you like this in the meantime 💖

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Moonlight Bar & Lounge, 11:42 PM

As the two of you peered up at the establishment’s buzzing, neon lights, Siyeon had to make a conscious effort to prevent her hand from dropping too low on your ass. 

She’d made a promise to you – back at the hotel and in her post-orgasm haze – that she would be on her best behavior while you were out celebrating as a way of repaying you. 

You, in return, vowed to let her do anything she wanted to you once you were back in private, so long as she kept things tame and didn’t go back on her word in the meantime. 

And, for what it was worth, she was really giving it her all.

But you looked absolutely divine in your formal outfit – radiant with a sultry undertone, capable of leaving her transfixed. It drove her crazy to know that hidden away beneath it, tucked out of view from prying eyes, your skin was painted with all of her marks. Splashes of color, hues of red and purple growing darker with time – her own personal claims on you. With how hard it had been for her to keep her mouth off of you earlier, she was surprised you had any skin left unmarked at all. 

“Two more hours, Singnie. Think you can handle it?” You asked, glancing at her as you both approached the door. 

She opened it, sending you a confident look all the while. “Of course I can.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “We’ll see about that.” 

When you passed her, a smirk pulled at the corner of your lips. Her gaze had fallen to your ass, again, watching its every move in silent admiration as she trailed behind you like a puppy. 

—

The reviews you’d read, though stellar, had failed to prepare you for just how nice the place was. Its intimate ambience beckoned you in at once, extending an easy-going hand, inviting you to look around and see for yourself everything that it had to offer. 

Things were darkened inside, creating an aura of sensuality and mystery despite the openness of the layout. Hues of black and blue accented the furniture and decorations, in line with the established theme of intrigue. Large skylights were centered in the ceiling, allowing plenty of moonlight in to do as it so pleased. 

A dance floor called from the far side of the room, comfortably crowded and taking up about half of the venue. Couches and chairs were situated around tables on the other side, strategically dotting the available area so as to award parties their privacy. 

The bar was large, stretching out far and wide as it stood ready to greet you upon your arrival. A busy bartender met Siyeon’s eye when he glanced up, vigorously shaking a drink. 

“Welcome, ladies!” He smiled warmly. “It’s great to have you tonight.”

You thanked him with a smile as well, and Siyeon extended the same courtesy. Her arm fell to your waist again mindlessly – completely out of habit as she turned to survey everything. 

“How about we get a table first?” She suggested, subtly motioning towards them with her head. “Then we can dance for a bit, if you’d like.”

“Sure, babe. That sounds perfect.”

-

One Hour Later

Put simply, Siyeon seemed to be out to get you. 

Though she was your girlfriend, the love of your life, your protector – something truly sadistic shined in her dark eyes as she peered at you from the other side of the table, smirking around the rim of her glass. 

She watched you squirm in your seat a little, feigning oblivion as her foot traveled up your calf, teasing. 

Somewhere between her first and second rounds of wine she had undone the top few buttons of her blouse, and the seductive way she pressed closer to the table, arms crossed just below her chest, put her cleavage on full display. The edge of her bra was visible, too, but that was a detail likely only perceptible to you, considering your proximity and inability to focus on anything else. 

Every bit of her prior innocence was gone without a trace, eclipsed by the desire she felt, which was becoming harder and harder to maintain a grip on. 

The alcohol in your system was weakening your inhibitions, too; coaxing them to vanish as her charm worked its magic, promising release for you the second you asked for it. It showed in her eyes – which shamelessly drank in the sight of you – and the subtle bite of her lip. She appeared collected, but you knew that in reality she was far from it.

You downed your last bit of wine in an effort to distract yourself. 

As you lowered your glass, the ring on your finger shimmered, catching the attention of one of the club’s cycling lights. Siyeon looked at it proudly; it was the promise ring that she had given you this morning.

Wordlessly she reached forward, palm upturned. 

The musing, pleased smile on her lips would be your demise. You were sure of it. 

But even still, you extended your hand and placed it in hers, following her unspoken request. She held it close, rubbing her thumb across the back of it in soothing, easy strokes. 

Nothing made her happier than knowing you were hers.

“Ready to dance?” She asked, trying not to sound too eager. The thought of having your body against hers was ruining her in all the best kinds of ways. 

She was fiending for it.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. She knew that asking was unnecessary, but she took pleasure in seeing you squirm. 

“Sure.” You swallowed. 

Happily, she finished off her wine. 

Leaving behind your empty glasses and appetizer plates, she stood up and led you to the dance floor.  

-

30 Minutes Until Promise Is Completed

The DJ was a true professional at his craft, and you decided at once that he deserved the biggest raise imaginable.

…do DJs get raises?

Regardless, he was owed one. 

His choices of song, paired with the seamless transitions and mixes that he conducted, set the mood of the lounge and kept everyone's energy high. A strong bassline carried throughout the place, thrumming consistently and so powerfully you felt it in your very being. 

Like an undercurrent, it flowed around you. Pushing and pulling, leading you out just to lure you back in again.

Siyeon moved in time with you, hanging onto the rhythm as you let loose. She kissed you occasionally, swept up in the heat of the moment and unable to resist your beauty. Her hands wandered, impossible to control as they made it their mission to tempt you. 

The couples around you all shared that sentiment as well – turning the air thick with sexual tension. 

Some grinded. Others groped. It was a plethora of positions and strides, all writhing and searching for relief – a statement piece on the human condition, plucked straight from a movie scene. From your place within it, amongst the welcome chaos, you could only imagine what a sight it was to behold from an outside perspective. 

A sudden buzzing tethered you back down to Earth, garnering your attention. It came from Siyeon’s front pocket, which was conveniently nestled right between your thighs. 

The contact made you tense at first, not expecting it, but it felt good. More than good, even. And far better than you cared to admit, considering you wanted to hold onto some of your pride. 

She felt it, too, but she didn’t pull away at first. Enjoying the show, she pressed it against you a little harder, coaxing your hips to gyrate, both to the rhythm of the song and in search of the vibrations. 

But once the phone rang a fourth time, you pushed her away with a dismissing laugh, telling her to go answer it. 

Your cheeks were flushed, and your heart was racing wildly within your chest. You covered your forehead with your palm, taking a deep breath as the people around you filled in the open space that her exit provided. 

The loss of contact with her allowed you to sober up the tiniest bit and get your head on straight. She was just like a drug.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, shaking your head. This was ridiculous. Was going more than a few hours without fucking her really this impossible? You wanted it more than anything, but you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of calling off your deal. It was made to prove a point, and you intended to keep it instated for that very reason.

You stole a glance at your watch. 

Only fifteen minutes left. That was doable, no?

Siyeon rolled her eyes as she slid up on the green button at the bottom of her screen. She had to fight the urge to just let it go unanswered.

Had it been anyone other than her boss, she likely would’ve. 

“Hello?”

“Ah, Siyeon,” he greeted from the other end, a smile evident in his gravelly voice. “I’m glad I could reach you.”

She pressed her back to an open portion of the far wall, away from the more rowdy parts of the crowd. 

“Of course, sir,” she sighed, withholding the attitude that she wished to lace into it. 

She looked up at you, watching you sway gently in time with the music. The light of the room painted you beautifully – every shimmer and shadow fighting for its chance to cast across your skin. She couldn't help but admire you from afar.

"...yes, sir. I turned that report in to your assistant two days ago." She answered distantly, clearly not entirely focused on their conversation. 

He launched into a response, but Siyeon suddenly tensed and stood up straighter – intrigued for a completely different reason.

A woman was making her way over to you.

Like a shark circling its prey. 

The blonde danced along to the beat with a drink in her hand, sipping on it as she closed the remaining distance between you. Siyeon could only watch as she leaned down, smiling prettily as she introduced herself. 

You laughed at something she said and nodded lightheartedly, amused. 

“Siyeon? Are you there?”

Her lips pressed tightly into a line. “Yes, sir. Continue.”

He did, but again she couldn’t pay much attention. She was too focused on the two of you standing far too close for her liking, and the nonchalant way that the woman invited you to join her for a dance. 

To Siyeon’s annoyance, you agreed and stepped forward. 

She drew you in and briefly settled a hand on your hip as the two of you got accustomed to the new song that the DJ started playing. You followed her lead, allowing her to sway with you. 

She was attractive, and the sight of you together stoked the fire of jealousy within Siyeon.

For what it was worth, though, you didn’t attach any deeper meaning to the exchange. You were simply dancing, after all, and you'd made it a point to flash your ring a few times to avoid any misunderstandings.

But Siyeon was in a different state entirely. 

Her blood boiled, and her grip on her phone tightened audibly. The poor thing groaned and squeaked from the pressure, pleading for her to ease up.

The woman locked eyes with her over your shoulder, practically taunting her as she dipped you down. The angle provided Siyeon an achingly beautiful view of your body, tempting her to admire the lines and curves that you created; but she was sobered up by the fact that it wasn’t exclusive to her. 

In that moment, anyone – including that woman – could see you looking so gorgeously spread out. 

That was her final straw.

She abruptly excused herself from the call, assuring her boss that she’d dial him up again at the first chance she got, before hanging up without another thought.

Bitterness radiated from her with every step that she marched closer to you, practically fuming. She moved people aside along the way, providing an opening for herself to return to you. 

You were uprighted by the woman at once and subsequently seized by Siyeon, who loomed angrily behind you. You were oblivious to the situation until you felt her presence as she entered your personal space. 

She emitted tension, and the sensation made you tremble; the territorial look she gave deterred the blonde, who raised her hands in a show of innocence before smiling knowingly and ambling to another part of the dance floor. 

Hesitantly, you went to turn around and face Siyeon. But her sudden grip on your hips prevented that, keeping you as you were.

Something firm pressed against your ass as she pulled you in, rutting with a restrained sort of gentleness that seemed difficult to maintain. It caught you off guard at first, but the swell of it, straining against the fabric of her pants, was something you'd recognize anywhere. 

It was your favorite toy. She had secretly put it on before you left the hotel earlier. Cheeky. 

How had you not noticed it before?

She ground against you again, aiming to give you a better feel for it, but made sure to remain somewhat inconspicuous to the people around you. Her hands caressed your sides, tentatively working their way downwards as she attempted to gauge your reaction. 

Her lips brushed the shell of your flushed ear, upturning the slightest bit in triumph when she felt your breath hitch. Your head turned to the side and your chin tilted ever-so-slightly, granting her full access.

“Do you feel that?" She asked lowly, clenching her jaw. “What you do to me?”

She couldn’t have cared less about the promise in that moment even if she had wanted to. With you looking as good as you did and flaunting yourself like that… behaving really was no longer an option. 

You nodded fervently, lacking the gift of speech. 

“You’re going to take care of that for me. Right now,” she emphasized, taking a hold of your wrist. 

Chest heaving, you turned around to face her. She shoved your hand between her legs, making you cup the toy as she pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. You melted into it, weak within her strong embrace. Obediently, you groped her again, making the other side of it rub up against her clit. You swallowed up the encouraging moan that she let out at the action.

She begrudgingly pulled away after a moment, but only enough to take your hand again and impatiently drag you towards the front door. Her movements weren’t the most graceful – seeing as that she bumped the two of you into other guests and nearly fumbled over her own feet along the way – but they were endearing. She wanted you so badly that appearing composed no longer mattered to her. 

And that feeling was beyond mutual.

- The Parking Lot -

Although they gave it their all to be seen, the city’s bright lights were muted by the thick fog that covered the windows of Siyeon’s car; they were mere blurs in the distance, becoming increasingly dulled with time. 

The steam served as an immediate tell of what was happening inside, just in case any particularly dimwitted onlookers failed to put two and two together after observing the rocking of the car. 

Part of you was afraid the entire thing would fall apart at any moment, based on how roughly Siyeon was taking you. 

Her body clung desperately to yours, only parting long enough for her to draw the toy out of you and drill it back in as she took you from behind. Her skin met yours repeatedly, filling the cabin of the car with filthy noises that made you wetter than you thought possible. 

“Fuck, baby,” she cursed, pressing your head further down into the seat as the snap of her hips grew messier and more erratic. Her fingers tightened in your hair, making your eyes water the slightest bit.

You smiled triumphantly, feeling the cool leather soothe your heated cheek. 

The decorative beads hanging from the rear view mirror clacked together, consistently colliding with the back of it.

Rhythmically, the press of your hips fell in time with her thrusts; you met in the middle, getting the most out of each and every move. Your muscles ached something wild, but you were beyond caring at that point; all that mattered was Siyeon, and ensuring that she got what she wanted. 

“Does it feel good?” You panted.

“So good, jagi,” she groaned, voice raspy, as she lolled her head to the side. 

Her hazy eyes landed on the hickies that she had left at the small of your back earlier, which she brought her free hand up to caress. Beneath her fingertips, your muscles flexed from the impact that she inflicted; they strained with the desperate, searching rutt of your hips as well, never stopping for a second. 

You were such a whore for her; she loved it.

"I wish you could see yourself like this," she mused through heavy breaths, palming your skin. "Taking me so well. God, you're so perfect." 

Her harsh thrusts mellowed into long, sensual ones as she focused on grinding against you. The ridges of the toy slid across your velvety walls as she humped, stimulating you further. She watched the length of it disappear inside of you repeatedly, only to reappear glistening more and more each time. 

You reached a shaky hand out to brace yourself, aware that she was getting close by the tremble of her legs.

All of the friction her clit was receiving was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The other end of the toy moved inside of her as well, heightening the effect of even your most subtle motions. 

When your head fell forward and came to rest against your extended arm, she leaned down, seizing the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck. The way her body aligned with yours, completely bare and heated, made you moan. 

She left new marks everywhere she liked, taking her time.

A soft, pleased grunt resounded in her throat when you lifted your hips and grinded back into her, languidly working yourself along the toy. She stilled her movements and let you continue for a bit, reveling in the intimate feeling. 

"Head up, angel." She instructed, grazing her teeth across your pulsepoint. 

You obeyed and raised it, fighting exhaustion. 

Her lips found yours, and you immediately surrendered control of the kiss over to her. Despite knowing you'd grant it without hesitation, she still asked for permission by licking your bottom lip. 

You opened up, sighing as her tongue met yours. 

Instinctively, your walls fluttered at the feeling; she deepened the kiss, doing as she wanted.  

She snaked a hand down your body and pressed her fingertips to your clit, toying with it. She spread your slick around, proud of the mess of it that coated your thighs and pussy. It dripped down your legs, only turning her on more. 

Needing air, you broke the kiss. She clearly felt like showing a little mercy, as she allowed you the chance to catch your breath and kissed your shoulder in the meantime. 

When the toy hit your g-spot again following a particularly sensual roll of her hips, you whined pathetically at the feeling.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Siyeon,” you exhaled shakily.

“And who's the only one that gets to fuck you like this?” She pressed, voice commanding. 

You moaned, forgoing pride. “You.”

“That’s right, Y/N/N,” she grinned evilly, pushing herself back up. Her hands went to the small of your back again, applying a tantalizing pressure as you obediently arched for her, already knowing what she wanted. 

She wasn’t even close to being done with you yet. 

“Now, start counting. If you make it to twenty, I might just let you cum.”

The sound of her hand slapping your ass filled the car at once, intoxicating you in an entirely new way. 

“...one.”

#siyeon #lee siyeon #siyeon x reader #lee siyeon x reader #singnie #lee siyeon x fem reader #siyeon x fem reader #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher kpop #dreamcatcher smut #siyeon smut #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher one shots #dreamcatcher scenarios #let-them-read-fics #kpop smut #kpop gg #kpop gg oneshot #kpop oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #jealousy

[silent-raven13]

High School AU

(Au: All the Spider gang are in high school except for Miguel, Peter, Jess, Ben, and etc. Miles and Hobie are dating. Gwen is Grunge aesthetic with Hobie's group of friends. Pavtri is dating Gayatri being the typical high school sweethearts.)

In Brooklyn Vision Academy, Miles giggles being pin against the school lockers while his tall skinny punker's hand on his waist muttering very dirty, yet romantic words towards the graffiti artist.

Miles is only seventeen years old having on his white collar uniform with spray paint stains and embroidered sunflowers on it, his blue jacket around his waist. His hairstyles into twist part is dye red.

The Academy may be strict on their educational system, and provide more opportunities, they are quite strict on dress code. Luckily, Miles always stated he's part of the art club and they are working on a massive mural right outside in the courtyard.

However as for Hobie, the punker didn't care how many dentition, warnings and all the other lectures, he does what he wants and wears what he wants. And he never steps out of bound from the dress-code policy, he specified how his ripped pants is suitable for low income students, and brings up classism. Either way, the principal normally left him off the hook not wanting to hear him.

So here's Hobie with his wicks tied into a bright blue loose ponytail, he wore two belts of different colors of yellow and pink, and miss match shoes and socks. His blue pants with patches, ripped white collar shirts and piercings. His lips painted black, wearing eyeliner and a messy smokey black eyeshadow with a bit of dark purple. All breaking dress code in the eyes of older teachers.

The seventeen year old teenager smirks at his boyfriend having to whisper to him again, "Mi, you gonna ditch Spanish or what?" His lips hovering over his Sunflower's lips as they make out.

Miles wraps his arms around his punker's neck, "Bae, you know I can't miss Spanish. My mamí got mad for having a B in class."

"Tsk," His punker sucked in his teeth then whispers again, "Luv, you can skip a couple of classes. Yuh a smart lad." His cockney accent coming out from time to time.

"Mmm," Miles' big doe eyes on his hot boyfriend, still thinking about it. When he thinks to himself, he does this put pout where his lips puckered out.

Hobie's heart flutter by his Sunflower's cuteness. Ugh, he wants to be greedy for today, so he flirted some more. "Come on, Sunflower." He purrs having his voice low, his hands pulling his boyfriend's hips forward feeling his crotch. "Don't do me like this. I want you to go to my pad and maybe we can you know."

"I know what?" His Sunflower asked pretending to not know what his boyfriend means.

"You know," The tall teenager leans over for another kiss, his lips feeling such soft sweet lips. The sounder of their lip locking echoes up in the third floor in building A, a place no one is ever around. "Hmm?"

"Mmm," Miles sighs loving how great of kisser his boyfriend is, "Okay, but if I get in trouble I'm gonna be mad at you."

"Luv, I'll take all the blame as long I'm with you." They made out with tongue this time, Hobie purrs lowly as he pull away, "Your so fine, right now. I gotta have you." His mouth hungry for more as he went in another heated kiss.

"Ohh, mmm." His Sunflower's knees felt weak feeling those soft lips. Pulling away to kiss him, "Bae, you're too much."

"But you love it." This made Miles bashful, he does love it when his boyfriend spoil him. They were about to kiss again, until one of the doors to the second floor opened wide open. The two froze seeing their happy bubbly friend spotting them.

"I knew you two would be up here!" The brown skinned preppy boy happily said, he saw Hobie looking annoyed. "Awe, don't be mad."

"Pav! What are you doing up here?" Miles asked. He tries to avoid his boyfriend's grumpy attitude.

"Gwen kept texting you if your gonna skip your last class, but never responded." Pavtri chuckles, "and I knew it's because ya'll were up here. Were you the ones leaving used condoms on the staircase." Just joking around, he likes seeing Miles' face. So priceless!

"What! No!" The Black Latino looks so horrified like hell he'll get caught in the school. Sure him and his boyfriend done things like touching each other, but never full blown sex in the school staircase. "That's so ballsy! I'm not the type!"

Hobie chuckles, his Sunflower is too cute. His arms wrapping around his hips. "He's only teasing, Sunflower."

"Yeah, like you ever done that." Pavtri cracks up. "Anyway, are we down at your pad, Hobie?"

"Miles said yes, so yeah. We should get going!" The punker chimes.

"Alright, I'll go let the gang know. See ya there." Their friend left them alone, which was a lot better.

The punker was about to go back to kissing his boyfriend, until a hand stops him. "What?"

"If I'm skipping, I need to get my art supplies from my club. I left it in the art class instead of my locker." Miles pointed out. "And my painting is there."

"Okay, we'll go get it, but first..." His mouth went in for another kiss. The two happily share kisses.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spiderverse

[gojoislaive]

Gojo x reader

TW: Major character death , angst.

When was the last time you saw that pearly smile of his? When was it that you were able to run your hands through soft locks of white hair , and gaze longingly into blue porcelain eyes. With his mouth stretched out you could see dimples poking out from one side , when was it? How long has it been since you have held that swell skin of his?

it’s been so long since you were able to encounter a peaceful moment , and seemingly might have been the last. Which is probably right now.

You stand there , fear struck like a log , unable to move a limb or a tissue. It felt as if time had wrapped around you and it seems to slowly dilate copying your thoughts. Your hands started to shake , there in front you was the man you loved , the sun in your life , the very sole reason you continued to live , your breath got stuck halfway through , as you trampled on the bloody sight.

His body ripped apart into two , blood pouring out from his mouth , the same one which was stretched out to form that smile of his. The very thing you loved . It cascaded down from his oral to his chest.

‘Ah ….no…no’

Your pupils dilated with time , The crimson color, his blood. It swayed beneath him onto the floor , as if the land was his canvas and he was painting it beautifully with his blood. Your eyes finally gave out , and tears started running out , as if they were being chased. Dripping down like honey.

Your feet plummeted to the floor , numbness ripening throughout your body.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry ….m-my fault , it’s my fault.”

your trembling hands grazed his once soft hair strands , which were now hardened by the red liquid . You tried running through his hair , delicately tracing it , in fear that he might break. But you stopped , the roughness made you hesitant.

This wasn’t him surely? Right? His hair wasn’t this rough ..no most definitely no. It was smooth , like threads of a horses mane and that of china’s silks.

You were in denial , your hands stopped mid way. Dwelling in thought , you wondered if it would have been good to end it right now.

‘This wasn’t supposed to happen….’

‘We were meant to be together..Satoru..’

Your entire body shook as you hugged his cold , lifeless body. It wasn’t cold but you felt , numb. As if you were a new born baby , and you were just starting to feel new emotions .

While you hugged him , in hopes that you could awaken him with the warmth of your breathing soul , it didn’t happen , You know he doesn’t feel it. But you can , the coldness of his dead body enveloping yours. The cursed energy that once raked through his entire being now stopped . It was only you who could feel his touch. But it’s far from someone alive.

His annoying warmth now radiated somewhere else , somewhere you couldn’t reach.

You stuffed your face between his neck and sobbed , cracked apologies flowed out of your mouth. You just wished he would flick your forehead and shout out loud that it was just a mere harmless prank.

“M’sorry, I should have been with you , for your last moments , I’m sorry , please ..please ..please come back.”

Your mouth kept mumbling and those once pink lips had began to turn purple. Your mouth felt as if it knew the death of your loved one , it felt as if..it missed the feeling of his supple and warm lips on your own , just like you it was crying out loud.

you traversed your fingers over his face one last time , a glow emitting from underneath , you were trying to use the reverse technique . Your own cursed energy to bring him back to life.

you hoped that the blood would merge into one and his limbs would attach , hip to hip and he would open his blue , enigmatic eyes. Those very that you fell for, from the very beginning. Those eyes , that seemed to entrance you , and quite everyone else.

“I hope one day , my love , my sun. I would see you again , and when I do , I will run my hands through your white locks , and make you feel at ease.”

“I’m sorry Satoru”

I’m gonna start crying , oh my fucking gosh . Come back home Gojo please.

#gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #angst #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #tw death #jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk x reader

[luminous-letters]

Since we're a magic less student if we were painting the roses we'd have to do it by hand and probably prick our finger

Can I request heartslabyul boys giving them a white rose and magically changing it's colour in their hands after they get banned from helping because their fingers are now full of bandages

sorry anonn, I can't write the entire heartslabyul gang since the character limit per request is 3. i hope you don't mind my choice of characters.

do request again if it doesn't satisfy you though! ^^

Skin punctured, palms encased in thick layers of bandages lest grime and paint toxins plague your injured hand. Each move of a muscle resulted in the horrible sensation of phantom needles digging its way into your skin.

Aside from the holes caused by the thorns, a deep and unsightly gash made its way across your forearm. It too needed the same, if not more, layers of bandages.

Another trip to the infirmary, you thought.

Now, back in the comfort of your own dorm, you rested your weary body. You made sure to thoroughly wash, disinfect and apply more bandages before you retired for the night. But for now, you sat on the gray cushions of your rickety lounge.

Three roses neatly sat on a makeshift vase— a taller than usual cup with water. Each rose was different from the other, reminiscent of the bachelors that offered them to you.

The first rose wasn't natural, its blue coloration set it apart from the rest. Honest work, you can commend that. Memories of an embarrassed Deuce Spade ran through your mind.

"Now...turn red!" he announced, the light in his pen flickered like a near-busted light bulb. "It's...blue?"

True enough the once white flower was turned into a deep blue, the same shade as lapis lazuli. You picked it up, careful not to prick yourself again on its dastardly spines.

"Wait! I can make another one— just give me another chance. I can prove that—"

"I like it," you chuckled, marveling at Deuce's accidental masterpiece. The rose's petals possessed a beautiful gradient from azure to pure white, akin to foamy ocean waves against the shore. "If you say so..."

"Oh wait! I forgot the pie!" Deuce panicked, quickly dashing towards the door.

"I'll be back! Just uhh— just wait for me 'kay? I promise you it's a good pie!"

You moved on to the second...rose? It looks nothing like a rose, It was more stem than rose, add the fact that the rose was slathered in still wet paint.

"Hey, hey~ If it isn't my favorite campus cryptid!" Ace hollered from across the hall, the lazily prepared flower in hand.

"What's that?" you ogled at what Ace was carrying. "A rose, duh. Did the medicine turn your brain to goop or what?"

"That's a rose?"

"Not the point, see what I did there? Anyways, got you this," he tossed you an expensive-looking bottle, decorated with shell patterns and pale purple.

"Prick."

"Touché, MC, touché."

Oh.

"Now before you tell me off," Ace seemed to read your thoughts, "I bought it," he waved the receipt in your face.

"It's a healing ointment, I can apply some on you if you like~" Ace playfully wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'm touched, but I can manage just fine."

"You must be fun at parties," he sighed.

Now the third rose was perfect. Trimmed and brightly colored, it was nothing but astounding perfection in every inch.

"To offer you just a rose would be unprofessional," Riddle offered you the rose first before handing you a box, "I prepared this myself, mind you."

"I apologize for my oversight and lack of supervision. This whole ordeal would've been prevented if I'd only been more cautious."

Inside the box was an appetizing serving of red velvet cake, its appetizing scent beckoned forth your tiny Behemoth— Grim.

"No oyster sauce this time?"

"I've already memorized the recipe, its better than last time. That, I can assure you," Riddle was smug. "Seriously, I'd choose Advanced Alchemy over baking any day."

"Let's dig in then!" NRC's resident weasel announced, clawing at the delectable treat.

A sigh escaped Riddle's lips, "Wash your hands— er, paws, at least."

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gn!mc #gender neutral reader #twst grim #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade #ace trappola #riddle rosehearts #twst oneshot #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst drabble #answered ask #writing #my writing #twst x reader

[khaleesiofalicante]

Baby Lance+Baby Arthur/dolls

“Lance!” he called. “Lance! Can you come here, please?”

He waited for a bit. But his brother didn’t show up.

Arthur sighed as he picked up all his Barbie dolls and neatly put them in the wicker basket because he didn’t want any of them to fall down. He carefully walked down the stairs, carrying the basket to his brother’s room, since Lance lived on the ground floor of the institute. 

He knocked on the door carefully and went inside. “Lance.”

His brother was sprawled on the bed and reading a book written in braille. Arthur moved closer and tapped the other boy on the shoulder. “Lance.”

Lance removed his big headphones. “AJ?”

“It’s me,” Arthur confirmed and sat down on the bed. “I have a question.”

Whenever Arthur had a question, he went to his brother. Lance was in second grade. He knew how to do math and everything. He was very smart. 

“If your question is when you are going to school, the answer is still next year,” Lance huffed a little. “And next year is far away.”

That’s true. Arthur was very excited about it. 

Most shadowhunter children didn’t go to school. But Lance and Arthur were not like other children. 

They were special. That’s what Poppy always told him. 

“That’s not my question,” Arthur shook his head and took out his dolls and laid them out in a line. “Why don’t we have any dolls that look like daddy?”

“Because he is a warlock,” Lance replied. “There are no warlock Barbie dolls.”

“Why not?” Arthur frowned and stared at the dolls. “This Barbie has red hair like Aunt Selena. This Barbie has a big belly like Aunty Anjali. This Ken almost looks like Papa. But why no daddy?”

“If you want a doll that looks like daddy, you should ask him,” Lance told him. “He will make one for you.”

“Oh,” Arthur said. “But why can’t the people who make Barbies make a Barbie like daddy? Then other children can play with him too!”

“Because other children don’t want to play with Barbies that have horns,” Lance replied. 

Arthur frowned at that. 

That can’t be true. He would love to have a Barbie with horns! Maybe a tail too! 

Maybe Lance didn’t know everything after all. 

“That’s not true,” Arthur informed his brother and told him his opinion. “And! And! Imagine a blue Barbie doll! That would be so pretty!”

Lance was quiet for a moment. Then he bit his lip. “Arthur.”

“Yes?” he asked, combing the Selena Barbie’s hair. 

“What does blue look like?”

“Oh,” Arthur said. No one has ever asked him that before. “Blue…Blue looks like the ocean. Remember when we went to the beach last week? That beach was very blue!”

Lance frowned at that. “I thought water was colourless.”

Oh my god. 

Did daddy make the ocean blue? With his magic? Because he can make the ocean do cool things. He took Arthur underwater every week and they swam with all the fishies. 

“Do you know what black looks like?” Arthur asked instead. “If you mix black and purple together, you kind of get blue.”

Arthur knew all about colours. Gammy let him paint as much he wanted when she came over with Poppy. 

“I don’t know what black looks like,” Lance replied. 

“Oh,” Arthur said in confusion. “Then what do you see?”

“Nothing.”

Arthur closed his eyes. “I see black when I close my eyes.”

“My eyes are not really closed, are they?” Lance asked. "You say you see black because you know what black looks like. Maybe I see black too, I just don't know if that's black."

"Oh," Arthur said again and bit his lip." “I don’t know how to explain colours, Lance. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Lance shrugged. “It’s just…My teacher said something very interesting today.”

“What did she tell you?” Arthur asked curiously. 

“She said people connect colours with emotions,” Lance told him. “Like…Like red is for when you’re angry.”

Arthur frowned at that. “That can’t be true. Otherwise, Hulk would be red, not green.”

“Hulk is green because of the radiation.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll learn in school,” Lance grinned. “Also, green is not anger. Green is jealousy.”

“Oh,” Arthur said. “Does this mean Ragnor Fell is jealous all the time?”

“Ragnor Fell is green?” Lance gasped. “No one ever told me that!”

Arthur giggled. 

He thought it was pretty cool that Lance didn’t know Ragnor Fell’’s skin colour. He wished everyone could be like Lance sometimes. 

“What is blue?” Arthur asked his brother. 

“Oh,” Lance said. “Blue means you’re sad.”

Huh.

That didn���t sound right one bit. 

“I don’t think so,” Arthur shook his head. 

“No?”

“No,” Arthur confirmed. “All my favorite things are blue. The ocean! The sky! Daddy is blue! Papa’s eyes are blue! Papi’s eyes are blue too! Your cane is blue! Pepere’s magic is blue! Superman is blue! Blue is amazing, Lance. It doesn’t make me sad. It makes me really happy.”

Lance hummed at that. “Maybe you are right.”

“Yeah,” Arthur grinned. “Your teacher is wrong.”

“She might as well be,” Lance chuckled. “She also told me Superman is better than Batman.”

“But he is!”

“No, he is not!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Batman doesn’t even have any superpowers,” Arthur pointed out. “He is just rich.”

“And that’s what makes him very cool,” Lance countered.

“And! And! Superman only has one true love. Lois Lane,” Arthur said triumphantly. “Batman has too many girlfriends.”

“Again,” Lance chuckled. “That’s what makes him cool.”

Arthur made a face at that. “Ew!”

“Do you know the Seelie King has a boyfriend and a girlfriend?” Lance asked him. “It’s like that.”

“Batman is not like the Seelie King!” Arthur argued. “And I would never want two boyfriends. Only one!”

Lance was going to argue too. But their parents came into the room, probably to ask them to come to dinner, and chuckled at their debate. 

“What’s going on then?” Papa asked. 

“We’re talking about polygamy,” Lance announced. “That’s new word I learned.”

“Oof,” daddy said. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

“Daddy! Daddy!” Arthur jumped from the bed and ran to the man. “Lance says it’s okay to have two boyfriends. Is that true?”

“You know what, buddy? I think that’s an excellent for your papa,” dad hummed. “Why don’t you ask papa if it’s okay to have two boyfriends?”

Papa rolled his eyes and looked at Arthur. “How about we go to the kitchen and have some ice cream?”

Arthur screamed and ran to the kitchen. 

He loved ice cream. 

#i vaguely recall these being less than 100 words lmaoooo #lbaf #writing games

[edensrose]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ꒰❀꒱ 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲!𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐮 ❜࿔

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ manwë⠀& melkor⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. manwë deals with his bastard of a brother whilst they try to pick a new colour scheme for their syndicate. he quickly remembers that there is no one who can drive him up the wall more than melkor ( dark themes ៸៸ blood mention ៸៸ corpse ៸៸ strong language )

· ⊰ note. idk but I've just been feeling them lately. their dynamic in this au is one of my favourites

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ au info post

♡. — 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓

"Hmm."

Pale violet sweeps over the newly decorated wall. His cruxed index finger pressed against his lips and his thumb stroking beneath his chin for added effect.

"Not sure. Don't think I quite like the shade of red."

A click of tongue sounds through the office.

"You complain too much." Manwë rolls his eyes to the ceiling and flexes his hand against the wall. "What's wrong with it? You didn't like blue, you don't like red, what exactly do you like then?"

"Maybe black?" Melkor offers, running a thumb along the wall. As though feeling the new colour was possible.

"Vilisse is black." Drips Manwë's obviously exasperated tone as he arches his brow. "I thought Vilisse was green?" Melkor counters to which his brother sighs and shakes his head so that white locks bounce around him.

"Are we gonna settle on a colour or are you just going to paint fucking rainbows all over the syndicate?"

"That a challenge?" Melkor meets his sibling's irritated expression with a grin and a quirk of his brow. "I quite think your desk will look splendid in hot pink." He motions to the aforementioned wood to which Manwë tightens his fingers once more.

"That's Italian Maple you dick."

"Oooo fancy." Shrugs the older as he flicks his finger and sends a droplet of crimson onto the revered Italian Maple desk. "As if you couldn't just import a new one, Tweetie. Don't be such a scrooge."

Manwë inhales, reminding himself that his brother is right and refraining from slamming his head into the desk he had just stained. Instead, he fights back the urge to roll his eyes once more at the childhood nickname. It was hard to believe who was the true older of the two.

"The task is still at hand. What colour are we transitioning to? Lest you want to keep the old man's design?"

Melkor groans and hangs his head back after stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Decisions, decisions. . . How about purple? Maybe blue?"

"I thought you said no to blue?"

"Well I change my mind."

"For fucks sa —"

"You know what? I actually quite like the red."

With that last sentence from his brother, Manwë finally relaxes his fingers from the head of hair he was flushing against the wall. A loud thud echoes through his office and he nonchalantly steps past the body laying on his rich wooden floors. The crimson stains drip from the wall and soak into the ground as Melkor admires the 'shade of red'.

"Hey now," the older chuckles as Manwë's shoulder knocks with his as he makes a beeline for the door. "No need to throw a tantrum." He muses, spinning around to face the other's back. "All that blood's gonna get on your precious Italian Maple y'know!"

"Clean it up then." Manwë mutters, retrieving his handkerchief to clean his fingers from the sorry soul whose blood became a paint sample. "And come find me when you're done playing these fucking games."

He receives only a mocking croon before Melkor thinks to himself. Just before his brother leaves the doorway he calls out, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"You know, I think gold would do the trick. What do ya say?"

A moment of silence fills the office before Manwë glances over his shoulder with a curl on his lips. "Gold for glory. I like it." And with that, he steps out, yet not before calling back.

"I'm serious about that blood. Clean it up, lest I overload your flask with gasoline."

"Bastard."

"Dick."

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Hermione hadn't told Draco said in so many words that they would be Harley Quinn and The Joker for Halloween. She simply played the movie and hoped he took the hint. But before she could even play the movie, he asked a million questions regarding the "talking box" and when she finally got the movie started, the anticipation had worn off. But it was still entertaining to watch the TV reflect of his silver eyes as he started at the screen in awe. 

At the end of the movie, she asked him what he had gotten from it.

"That Harley chick should wear more clothes, don't you think?"

She had tried to argue that Harley looked fucking stunning but he wasn't having it.

When the costumes arrived by post, she took them out of the packaging and made a few adjustments to them to make them more realistic. The day of Halloween, Draco snatched his costume off the bed and slipped into the bathroom. It was a purple suit, and while there usually was a green vest, she Transfigured it into a simple green tie, leaving his chest showing. 

Somehow, he was still unsuspecting, practically oblivious to her plans. 

Hermione hated to admit it, but she was slightly worried to put on her own ensemble. The t-shirt fit tightly across her chest, the fabric exposing her midriff. The leather fabric of the shorts fit perfectly around her waist, stopping halfway down her butt. She slipped into the fishnets first, pulled up the shorts and laced the silver heels to her feet. She painted her lips red in the mirror, smearing it slightly before sweeping blue and red eyeshadow across her lids.

When she finished, she looked slutty. And sexy. The best look, in Hermione's opinion. 

When Draco came out of the bathroom, a look of lust flashed across his features before he shook his head and his eyes glazed over with something else. 

'What the bloody hell are you wearing?" he managed to get out, and Hermione noticed the very unfortunate thing taking shape in between his thighs. 

"My costume. I'm Harley-" she spun around, revealing the expanse of her thighs that were not covered by the shorts, "-and you are the Joker. We watched the movie a week ago."

"I know that, Granger. You are not going out like that," his tone was final.

"And why not?"

"You're showing too much. I don't want anyone else to see this much of your body." Her breathing picked up and Draco smirked, eliciting a shiver from Hermione. He stepped up to her, cupping her face and pulling her lips to his. Draco's arms banded around her waist, and when his hand slipped down to cup her arse, she reluctantly pulled away. 

"I-I have to-your hair-" she whined, her resolve disappearing as the seconds went by. All of a sudden, his hands were gone and the warmth of him disappeared. "Draco-"

"You have to do my hair, remember?" He flashed her a smirk, and she groaned, her knickers utterly ruined. 

"All right, then. Let me get my wand," she sighed, scooping up her wand and charming his hair to be bright green.

He sat in the makeshift hair chair in the bathroom, pulling her down and giving her a quick kiss before tracing his fingers over the lettering across her chest.  Hermione stood up straight and his hands fell to her hips. "You know, if you were just wearing this for me, I would enjoy it even more."

She huffed, "I am. Now, let's go. We can't be late." Hermione stomped her foot at his insistence to just stay home. While that sounded like a wonderful idea, and her knickers weren't exactly disagreeing with him, she knew that missing Ginny's well-planned party would be in very poor taste.

At the fireplace he turned to her with pupils blown black and said, "Promise we only have to stay for an hour."

"Two hours, and you can take this-" she waved her arms at her scantily clad body, "-off of me when we get back."

"You know, it's cute that you think I wouldn't take it off of you. I thought you were smarter than that?"

Curse him.

"Come on, Draco, we don't go out like this a lot anymore."

Draco grabbed her and pulled her against him, grinding his hips into her, and sucking on her pulse point.

Hermione's eyes fluttered shut. "Fine. One hour."

Draco straightened up and pulled her toward the fireplace.

"One hour." He demanded before pulling her toward the fireplace, and in a moment, they are gone in a flash of green.

***

An hour later, they arrived back through the Floo and Draco made good on his promise.

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Just a small request if you don't mind. 😅

Can you please add two endings to the Tauxolouve yandere fic?

PLEASE! 🙏🙏🙏

• Mc leaves Tauxolouve for good.🌝

• Mc stays with him. 😈

Please!!!!!!! ♥️

Yandere Tauxolouve

Synopsis: Tauxolouve was a very loving boyfriend… too loving, in fact. Well, maybe love was too kind of a word. The best way to describe someone like Tauxolouve was obsessed and unhinged.

🩸Yandere Masterlist🩸 Female goldfish! Warnings: violence, major character death, stalking, captivity, manipulation

A/n: Lou’s turn to be scary! This came out long with or without the good/bad endings. But the good ending is a little longer than the bad ending, so congrats! 

–Word Count: 17,286–

I was an artist. That's what immediately attracted me to Tauxolouve. Okay, that's... not entirely true. He just seemed like a nice god—and he was! I didn't find out he enjoyed art until he told me more about himself. I learned about him and his family, and I shared a bit about my life in turn.

But back to art... Tauxolouve was the only god to enjoy doing art as much as I did and so I often sought him out for company. I was much more inclined to use a pencil and Tauxolouve was an excellent painter, so we often shared our craft and took joy in drawing or painting each other.

It had been some time since the incident with the Dark King where we survived and proclaimed our love for one another. As per our usual customs, I was hanging out with Lou in the living room. I narrowed my eyes as I tried my best to match the color of his tie to the paint that I had on my pallet. Unlike the gods, I couldn't just snap my fingers and get the perfect color. I had to mix them meticulously myself. "Uh... Lou, the purple isn't coming out right and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong."

He glanced at me, finally moving from the pose I made him sit in. He hummed before coming over to peer at what I was mixing. "There's too much red in your mixture. Here, let me show you how I look at things." Sitting beside me, he removed his tie and placed it hanging on a sofa in front of us. "Do you see the orange of the chair? What's the difference between that chair and my tie?" 

I stared between the two. I wasn't excellent at painting and I rarely ever had to color-spot to work with colored pencils since the only colors were what I had in front of me. Painting was much different. I glanced at Lou and hurriedly looked back at the two objects. He was waiting for an answer, but I really didn't know. Starting with the obvious, I tried, "One's purple and the other's orange...?"

Lou's lips subtly curled up in amusement. "Yes... But look deeper into the colors and tell me what's different about them."

I hummed, trying to peer deeper into the colors like he wanted. "Well... I guess one is a lot warmer than the other. But does that really make them different? It's not like your tie is a cool purple."

"But you've spotted the difference," he replied with a proud smile, ruffling my hair. "That's how you should look at your paint. There are warmer colors and there are cooler colors. You might think red and blue are different, but their temperatures can trick you."

I stared in wonder as he passionately explained to me the differences between the colors of red and blue on my pallet. He really loved painting, and the passion in his voice took me. I was almost jealous of the paint with how he was speaking of it. "Lou..." He stopped his explanation and looked at me again. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I interrupted him. "Uh, s- sorry! I was just thinking... You're really passionate about this. It's... cute." My face heated as I shyly suggested, "What if you started hanging your paintings in your room? I think it would look nice." His room was always so depressing and empty despite how he promised to change it. If he hung his paintings, it might liven the space a bit more. 

He thoughtfully tapped his chin, wondering about it for a moment before a grin spread across his face. "That's a wonderful idea. You can help me." 

"Help you? I mean... uh... sure."

"This can be the first piece we put up!" 

He was obviously excited about hanging up this painting in his room and I couldn't do anything but nervously argue, "I meant your work, Lou..." I wanted to do what I could to make sure Tauxolouve was happy, but I was certainly beginning to feel shy about how excited he was over my art. Still, it wasn't like I was about to tell him no. 

His smile, however, made me happy that I suggested it in the first place, regardless of his embarrassing idea to hang my work. His eyes shone with love as he beamed at me. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed. Don't worry. Your painting is going to look lovely. I'll become your painting teacher from now on and we'll paint things together."

My lips curled up in bliss. I absolutely loved how he took joy in the smallest things I tried to do for him. On the bright side, if he wanted to teach me how to paint so badly then that would only give us more time to hang out together. "Okay; I can't wait to learn everything you know."

He nodded his head, immediately becoming serious about his new job as my painting teacher. "I'll make sure your paintings surpass mine. First, why don't you finish this painting you're working on and I can get an idea of what I need to show you? That will make these lessons a lot easier for you." I watched him as he returned to the sofa, settling his tie around his neck as he got into position for me to finish the painting on my own. With his previous tip about mixing colors in my mind, I did my best to create a perfect painting of him—this was going to be the first painting in his room after all.

***

Tauxolouve was a member of the Department of Wishes and he was my boyfriend, but Leon's orders were much more important than spending time with me. I knew he had a duty to uphold in his department, but I was still disappointed to have come all this way only for Karno to tell me he wasn't in the mansion. Still, rather than going all the way back home, I borrowed some of Partheno's time since he was on the sofa sifting through his own work. 

"Do you think it would be alright if I sketched you?"

My sudden request surprised Partheno. After all, it was usually Tauxolouve that I was taking my time to draw. But he did also know that Tauxolouve was busy, and I was alone and in need of company. "You want to draw me? I don't see why not. I just have to sit still for you, right?"

I nodded my head, explaining what I needed, "You can just relax. I don't need you in any complicated pose or anything like that. This is actually just for me to pass some time. I hope I'm not wasting any of your time...”

"I'm sooooo jealous!" Ichthys cried, startling me as he leaned over my shoulder. "You're always drawing Lou, but when Lou's not here you choose him instead of me? Is it because I'm not beautiful enough? Do you think they're prettier than me?! I fixed my hair extra nice for you today. Didn't you notice?" 

I huffed, but I wasn't truly annoyed with his pestering questions. Ichthys and I were friends, so it wasn't like I hadn't heard his fake whining before. "Why are you whining? You used to let me draw you when I was helping you with your sin. Besides, I know when you're faking being upset, you know."

"Aw, man," Ichthys crossed his arms, plopping on the sofa beside me. "I can't get away with anything around you. You're almost as scary as Zyg."

"Pfft, well you still don't have to whine about it. If you wanted me to draw for you, then you should've just asked." I gestured for him to move beside Partheno. "Go over there. I'll draw you together. I need to practice drawing more than one person in a portrait, anyway. Lou always says practice makes perfect."

With an excited squeal, Ichthys threw himself on top of a surprised Partheno who fussed, "She said to join me, not to jump on top of me like a child!" Usually, I was doing art with Tauxolouve so I was missing out on this kind of fun banter that the gods got into. Maybe I could convince Tauxolouve to do art with the other gods as well. I was sure some of them would appreciate us letting them join in on the creativity and fun. Ichthys would definitely enjoy me showing him how to draw something that wasn't a stick figure.

“(Naaaame),” Ichthys called from where he was sitting on top of Partheno’s lap, exactly where he plopped himself fifteen minutes ago. “Can I see it yet?”

“Give me a second.”

“How about now?”

“Almost.”

“Is it finished?”

“Hush! You're disrupting my creative process.”

He paused and Partheno taunted, “You're disrupting her creative process.”

Ichthys blinked, his face scrunching up in disbelief. “Really?”

“Pfft,” I chuckled, holding forth my sketchbook. “Nah, not really. Check this out! It's a real masterpiece if I do say so myself.”

“Hold on,” Partheno squinted his eyes, both of them leaning closer to the scratchy-looking pencil sketch. “Is that… I'm afraid I have to critique you. I would not wear a dress that looks like that if I were marrying anyone; least of all this fish.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Ichthys pouted, his eyes shifting from between my work and Partheno. “I think it looks great. All of your feminine qualities are showing. And I look super… Uh… Super manly?”

I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe if Ichthys hadn't thrown himself on top of Partheno, then I wouldn't have been tempted to make them a married couple. “I just call it how I see it. Maybe next time act less like a married couple and I'll consider actually drawing what's in front of me?”

“Don't do that,” Ichthys immediately argued, looking severely disappointed at my threat. “I like when you add things to your art! It makes it funny.”

“Funny, huh?” Partheno inclined his head, flicking Ichthys in the forehead. “Next time, give this fish an actual fish head.”

“I’ll definitely have to consider it,” I offered, glancing between him and Ichthys. “But couldn’t you just snap your fingers and give him a fish head yourself?” They were definitely a strange pair, but at least they kept me amused for the day. 

“Now there’s an idea,” Partheno hummed, glancing Ichthys up and down.

Ichthys glared at me, his eyebrows furrowing together. “What?! Why are you two ganging up on me like that? I need someone on my side too!”

Seeing that he was prepared to flee from the living room, I quickly latched on him, pinning him to the sofa. “Oh, no you don’t! Where do you get it would be fair to me if you go get another god? Right now it’s just a god versus a god and a human. You can’t cheat your way out of this one. C’mon, Partheno! Hit him!”

Having my assistance, it was pretty easy for Partheno to snap his fingers, turning Ichthys’ head into that of a fish. “There. Now he’s a Pisces.”

I tilted my head, my eyebrows furrowing. “Hey… if Pisces is a fish… then… Should Virgo be a beautiful lady?”

Ichthys quickly snapped his fingers, turning his head back to normal as he stuck his tongue out at Partheno. “Yeah! Your manly appearance is upsetting (Name).”

“Is it?” Partheno glanced himself over. He thought he was fine as the god of beauty—but if I wanted to see him as a woman… He hummed, snapping his fingers. We didn’t expect him to turn himself into a woman without Ichthys giving him a push. But… my cheeks turned hot with how she obviously was trying to over-do her seductiveness. “I had no idea you swung in that direction, dear. Wouldn’t Louie be so jealous to find out you prefer women?”

I scrambled to get off of Ichthys who was amused by how flustered I was getting over a female Partheno. Ichthys laughed, grabbing my arms as he pulled me back onto his lap. “You’re not afraid of Lady Partheno, are you? Do you like her?”

“Ah, stop teasing me,” I shouted at them. “I’m dating Lou! You back off or- or Lou’s going to yell at you!”

Ichthys tilted his head, his index finger tapping his chin curiously. “Come to think of it… I don’t think I’ve ever heard Tauxolouve raise his voice at anyone other than me. Partheno, how would you feel getting yelled at by him?”

Placing a delicate hand on her chest, Partheno answered, “As a woman, I’d be absolutely appalled to have a man yell at me.” Still, winking at me, she pulled me into her arms, swinging me around to where my back was pressed into her chest. “But aren’t you lucky? He’s in the Heavens working and I have an adorable little thing like you to play with.” Leaning forward, her cheek pressed against my head. “Don’t you want to know what a goddess feels like?”

“I… Ah… Uh…”

“(Name)?” Three pairs of eyes flickered to the door of the living room. 

“L- Lou!” I stuttered, catching sight of my boyfriend who looked fairly disturbed by the scene laid out before him. I said that Tauxolouve would yell at Partheno and Ichthys, but now that he was there, I didn’t actually want him to be yelling at anyone. 

Overwhelming confusion when a smile crossed his lips quashed my anxiety over his arrival. “What’s going on here, little lady? Have you found yourself a lady friend to occupy yourself with while I was gone?”

“But…” I faltered… “This is…”

“Of course it is,” He interrupted me, making me freeze in anticipation. “Partheno,” he paused. “Ichthys,” he paused a second time, his eyes narrowing on the two as his smile made an unsettling combination with his glare. “Do you two have a death wish I can grant?”

“Not at all,” Partheno said, quick to snap his fingers, turning back into his usual self before directing me straight into the vicinity of my boyfriend. Quickly retreating to where Ichthys had scurried off to, he added, “We were just keeping your darling company while you were gone. We’ll just leave you two lovebirds to it now…” 

The room fell silent with the absence of the other gods. Tauxolouve still appeared pretty tense, and I quickly averted my gaze. Quietly, I offered, “They were just messing around. You know how they are. You weren’t… seriously mad at them, were you?”

He sighed, but he didn’t offer me anything else. Clearly, he was fed up with the other gods for the moment. “Let’s go back to my room.” Without waiting for me to follow, he took my hand in his, pulling me to his room. Usually he waited for me to at least say ‘okay,’ but I quickly realized he was in a less than stellar mood. Maybe I should have put a stop to Ichthys and Partheno’s antics sooner… 

Tauxolouve’s room was less depressing than usual. I noticed he’d put more of his own works up besides mine. 

My gaze returned to him as soon as he released my hand, closing the door behind us. Though, he elected to leave me standing at the entrance as he moved to sit on his bed. His elbows sat on his knees and his fingers laced together as they rested against his lips. His eyes were glued to the floor, very intent on not looking at me. 

Awkwardly, my gaze trailed across his newly decorated walls. Deciding to turn his room into an art studio was definitely the right choice. Seeing the natural colors across the different sized canvases brought a life that wasn’t there before. It was embarrassing that most of the paintings were ones he had done of me or that I had attempted to do of him, but if it made him happy then he was free to decorate his room as he pleased. 

However… my eyes fell back to the stoic god that sat on the bed. He didn’t look very happy now, and that was probably my fault, leaving a pit of guilt in my stomach. “Lou?” I called his name carefully, not receiving a hint of a reaction. “I’m sorry… they took things too far while you were gone. They were just teasing me. I know you don’t like that.” I fell quiet, and he didn’t speak up. The sight of him ignoring me was enough to chip at my delicate heart.

I couldn’t let him ignore me like that, I couldn’t handle it. Walking up beside him, I took my shoes off before climbing up onto the bed. He shifted as if to see what I was doing, but I simply wrapped my arms around him from behind, my fingers interlacing over his heart. I pressed my forehead into his back as I held him tight. Finally, he whispered my name, “(Name)?”

“Lou,” my voice cracked. “I’m sorry… Please, don’t be mad at me. I was just waiting for you to come home. I won’t let them do it again.”

Feeling my arms quiver around him, he took my hands in his own, turning around to face me. As soon as he took in my expression, he reached out, gently wiping my tears. “Don’t cry, little lady. I wasn’t upset with you. I won’t let them do that to you again.” His eyebrows furrowed. “What did I even walk in on?”

Wouldn’t it make him more upset to hear the explanation? Still, he deserved answers to his questions, at the very least. “They were just making fun of me, saying that you’d be jealous if I liked women more than you. But, I’m dating you, Lou. It doesn’t matter what anyone else’s gender is; they’re not you.”

He huffed, shaking his head at their antics. They were always trying to get a rise out of me. “How typical of them,” Tauxolouve sighed, passing his fingers through my hair as if to soothe me. “I’ll have to make sure those gods know who you belong to. I’m the only one who can tease you until your cheeks light up.” Leaning closer, his lips pressed against my forehead. “So tell me… would you prefer me if I were a man or a woman?”

Knocking my fist into his chest, I whined, “Don’t you start too!” I muttered quietly, “I’d love you no matter what gender you were. I love being with you, Lou. I love you, Tauxolouve, my God of Sagittarius.”

Caressing my hair, he chuckled. “You sound very romantic right now. If you keep declaring your love to me, I might just have to do something to keep you talking.”

“Do something to keep me talking?”

“Well,” he shrugged. “Maybe talking isn’t the right word. I should say moaning my praises is more where I was going.”

“Lou!”

“Are you against spending the night with me? You waited all day for me. I have to give my love something in return for her loyalty. I’ll even give you a nice bath later. Say yes for me?”

I pressed my lips against his, pulling away just enough to breathe, “Yes…”

***

After that day, the gods were extremely hesitant to tease me as they usually did. I was relieved that they’d backed off, but it felt more quiet and sad in the mansion without their usual banter with me. I mean, it’s not that they completely stopped talking to me—we were still friends and hung out in the living room while I waited for Tauxolouve. I just felt like everything lacked its usual energy. 

On the other hand, Tauxolouve seemed oddly more intense in everything he did. When he painted me or when I painted him, everything felt far more intimate. It wasn’t an unpleasant thing to be so close with my boyfriend… but he seemed like he was getting more… possessive? I could have been overthinking things, but I tried to ignore my ‘warning’ feelings. It wasn’t like Tauxolouve would ever hurt me or any of my other friends. 

Still, the anxious feeling wouldn’t leave me alone as I returned to the mansion on my day off, searching for Tauxolouve who wasn’t there once again. As usual, it didn’t bother me. But instead of going to find the other gods, I settled with going to wait in Tauxolouve’s room, hoping the comfort of being around my boyfriend’s things would help me feel better. 

If anything, I loved that Tauxolouve was a dedicated boyfriend. I never had to worry about him cheating on me or neglecting me. Though… we could have done without how pouty he got when I hung out with Dui and Krioff—it wasn’t like either of them ever messed with me like Ichthys and Partheno enjoyed doing. Well… Shadow Dui was occasionally there, but he never intentionally pushed Tauxolouve’s buttons.

Sitting on Tauxolouve’s bed, I hummed to myself. What were ways I could push Lou’s buttons? Taking a glance around his room, my eyes fell on the door of his closet. Tilting my head, I wondered if he had any of his clothes in there or if he just snapped his clothes on and off. I knew he was too clumsy to dress himself the manual way without help. Curiously, I walked over to his closet, taking a peek inside. 

Unfortunately, there were no clothes inside but there were certainly some ugly coats. My nose scrunched up. There was no way those were for him and I prayed to god he didn’t get them for me. Why were they even stuffed in his closet like that? If I thought they were bad, I’d hate to hear Partheno’s condescending review as the god of beauty.

Shoving them aside to search for anything that I’d usually see Tauxolouve in, my eyes widened. Was that… a secret door? What would he have something like that for? Unless those coats were just to cover up his real closet where the real fashion was. I knew he was more stylish than that.

Confidently shoving my way past the coats, I stumbled through the door, finding the room exceedingly dark, only illuminated by the lights that came from the excessively enormous walls. More than a closet, this was like a trophy room. 

Only… my heart stuttered. 

What… What were those?

Almost tripping over my feet, I rushed closer to the wall, my eyes scanning the glimmering images that lined the walls. There were… hundreds. Maybe more. But… were they all of me?! Trying to get a closer look, my face contorted in confusion. These didn’t look like paintings. These looked like images frozen in time—like photographs but… not. They looked like they were… water? Wait! Were these images frozen and taken directly from the reflection pool? No wonder they all gave off a faint glow.

My heart raced, but not in flattery. These looked like pictures from my everyday life. Is… that what Tauxolouve spent his time doing in the Heavens while working?! My eyes trailed over the hundreds of images, coming to a stop when my eyes caught a movement in the room's corner. It seemed like pictures were still being added… 

I froze in fear and realized that’s the exact expression that was staring back at me. This… had to stop. I didn’t like these images from every aspect of my life. Any normal person would call this stalking. Fleeing from the room, I carefully made sure everything was the way I first found it before I slammed the closet door shut. Turning to leave, a shrill yelp left my lips, adrenaline rushing through me as I found Tauxolouve standing in the doorway staring at me. 

He didn’t look distressed or anything, his face was relaxed as usual. He simply commented, “You look frazzled, little lady. What’s wrong?”

I faltered, refusing the urge to glance back at the closet door. But there were images in there that would prove my guilt—in fact, I was more than positive he was watching me through a reflection pool the whole time. He knew exactly what I did and what I saw. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I questioned, “What was that?”

He hummed, wondering why I would’ve been so upset about it. “That’s my photography room. I’m sort of surprised it’s your first time seeing it. I like to keep images of things I love. Though, I have to say, I never would have come up with the idea if you hadn’t told me to decorate my room with things I love. Only… I had little wall-space out here since I wanted to decorate my room with paintings that you made yourself. Nothing makes me happier than seeing our work every day.”

My gaze flickered down to my hands that were nervously clasped in front of me, avoiding his gaze that I now knew was constantly on me every second of the day. Releasing a shaky breath, I raised my head, meeting his unwavering stare. Immediately, I wanted to look away, but I needed to show him I was serious about this. “I- I’m glad that you love me, Lou. But… this makes me uncomfortable. This wasn’t what I meant when I suggested decorating your room with things you like. The paintings… those are nice… but I don’t like you watching me all the time like that and then keeping every minute of my life on display.”

Things fell silent between us. I wasn’t sure how he was going to take my harsh criticism, but I needed to put my foot down. I couldn’t handle a relationship where even my privacy was being exploited by him. Besides… if that was what made him happy, then I wasn’t sure I wanted him to be that happy…

“I appreciate your feedback,” he said kindly, making me inwardly relieved that he was listening. Though, my relief was fleeting as he softly continued, “But this isn’t your room, is it? You didn’t have to go in that room; I placed separately it from this one so that you would be comfortable being in a room of our paintings. It would be pretty contradictory for you to tell me to do what I love and then come and tell me I can’t just because you personally don’t appreciate that aspect of my work.”

I scoffed, my lips drawing back in displeasure. “So you’re saying you made that spare room, assuming I’d be uncomfortable with it. Well, I am. I’m asking you to please stop because it makes me uncomfortable. I appreciate your art, and I could appreciate that you were getting into a completely new medium of photography, but I don’t like your subject matter. I don’t like you watching me like that.”

“I completely respect your opinion,” he said, reaching out his hand to calm me down, only I avoided his touch, stepping away from his advance. He wouldn’t smooth things over with a loving touch or two and ignore my concerns. He sighed. “You’re being difficult. Art that’s avant garde is difficult to accept sometimes, but you’re the love of my life. Aren’t you supposed to support my aspirations? I’m just trying to express my feelings for you. I have so much love for you, (Name).”

“Well, express your feelings differently,” I argued, on the verge of yelling at him to get my point across. I hated what he was doing, and he was refusing to stop. “I’m serious. You’re making me uncomfortable and you’re not listening to me. No, don’t call this ‘avant garde.’ That’s actual bull shit. This is borderline stalking that I didn't consent to.”

He huffed, an incredulous chuckle leaving his lips. “Is this going to be our first argument? Are you honestly going to fight me over the way I express my love for you? Is it honestly so bad to want to keep you frozen in time with me for all eternity?”

“The fact that you can’t recognize that it’s wrong to make me feel this uncomfortable with your art is the reason we’re arguing. So, yes, it’s bad.” Clenching my jaw together, I turned away from him, sighing heavily. “I… don’t want to fight with you like this.” 

Shaking my head, I moved to walk past him; only, he was quick to reach out and grab my arm. I knew he had a problem invading my privacy, but I didn’t think he’d stop me from leaving. Before I could yell at him, he asked, “You’re not leaving me now, are you? You’re going to break my heart yelling at me and then storming out. You told me you were going to help me make my room a happier place yet here you are yelling at me over what makes me happy and then abandoning me as if that’s all supposed to make me feel better.”

Trying to pull out of his grasp was useless as he refused to loosen his grip around my forearm. “If you weren’t being so petty then I might try to talk this out with you but why should I waste my breath on someone who isn’t listening to me?! I actually couldn’t care less about your room right now. This is not how I want to be treated by someone who loves me. Let me go, Tauxolouve.”

“What happened to ‘Lou’?” I flinched as he pinned me against his wall. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my head up as he met my gaze with those seductive eyes of his. “You said a room should be filled with things you like.” It was something he kept reiterating over and over as if that was suddenly his life motto. Maybe I never should’ve told him that. If it would have salvaged our relationship, then maybe I should have left his room as depressing and unexpressive as it was. 

“You have more than enough personal items, I think,” I snapped back, tearing my gaze away from his. I wouldn’t let him reel me back in with his sad eyes and pretty face. “I don’t need this right now. I’m going home.”

His gaze fell. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.” Tauxolouve snapped his fingers, but I had to blink a few times, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me. No, I prayed my eyes were playing tricks on me. 

But the coolness of the leather around my neck wasn’t a trick. Pulling away from Tauxolouve who had loosened his grip, I tugged at the collar. It was far from choking me, but there wasn’t a latch to take it off. It was just a singular ring of fabric that only he could choose to snap off. The only additional thing on the collar was the chain that was connected to the column by his bed. As far as I could tell, it was only long enough to let me reach the rooms closest to the bed, like the bathroom and the closet. The door to the hall was something just out of my reach. Returning to the bed’s column, I tugged on the chain from both ends, neither side giving any slack. 

There was no way he was seriously going to keep me chained up in his room… This was so much worse than him stalking me—it had to be a horribly timed joke. “Tauxolouve… This isn’t funny,” I whined, turning back to find him. “Stop messing around.” 

“Oh, I’m done messing around,” he said, his tone serious, matching his expression. I really didn’t like that expression on his face. It didn’t look like my Lou at all. But just as quick as it was there, he was back to smiling as if he were proud of himself. “You really tie this room together, (Name). Here… I’ll be able to paint you as much as I want.”

“Please,” I faltered, my fingers helplessly tugging the collar that refused to budge. “I don’t like this…”

“Well, I didn’t like the way you were leaving me, yet you had no problem doing that,” he admitted, returning to his bed to sit down now that he had everything solved. “That look on your face… you weren’t going to come back if I let you walk out. So, now you’re going to always be with me. You’re granting all of my wishes by being here for me.” Glancing over at me, he reached his hand out, a familiar soft smile gracing his features. It made my heart pang sadly, but I refused his offered hand. Still, he didn’t force me to join him on the bed. “If that room makes you uncomfortable… I’ll stop taking the pictures. I thought once I made an impressive collection that made my heart burst with love for you I could finally show you. I hadn’t even finished and still you hated me for it…” A soft sigh left his lips. “I’ll try to do better from now on. I’ll try to be the reliable boyfriend you can love again. I hate seeing you upset with me.”

It was one thing that he was giving up his passion for photography, but he had a chain keeping me trapped in his room! What the hell was he expecting?! “Tauxolouve…” My voice cracked, and I twisted my head away to hide my tears from him. “I always trusted you; I loved you so much. But everything you’ve been saying and doing has just been breaking my heart… I can’t handle this.” I flinched at feeling his hand on my shoulder, but he only pulled me toward him—an attempt to comfort me from his painful betrayal. I whispered, “I don’t want your comfort now… I don’t want you…”

“Shhh,” He hushed me, his lips pressing against my ear as he held me tight against his chest. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to living with me. You’re just upset because of our little argument; I understand. I wasn’t treating your concerns fairly. Don’t worry, you can feel however you need to feel. I won’t push aside your feelings, I’ll listen to you. I’m going to love you and take care of you.” I would have been thrilled to hear such words and promises leave his soft lips if he weren’t treating me like an animal, something under his ownership. Still, I knew my anger was misplaced against a god. It was useless now. The best I could do was bottle it up and save it for a better time. Sighing, Tauxolouve interpreted this as me relaxing in his arms. Stroking my back, he whispered, “Good… I love you, my beautiful sweetheart.”

***

It had been painstaking weeks that he locked me up in his room, having me entertain his every whim. If he wanted to paint me, it was all I could do to lay there and let him. If he wanted to massage me, he didn’t ask as his fingers danced across my skin. If he wanted to take a bath with me it was nothing for him to make the quiet request and find me in the bathroom not ten minutes later waiting for him. The other gods? They were concerned about me, of course. It was only Tauxolouve who threw them off by convincing them I was getting over an illness. This received various reactions, including Huedhaut offering Tauxolouve various books on human health and some homemade medicine for me. How unfortunate that wouldn’t help my case. If Huedhaut really wanted to be helpful, he should have sent a knife or something sharp enough to cut the god-forsaken collar off my neck!

The only thing that could save me at this point was me. Using all this time to gain Tauxolouve’s trust was worth it as he left me alone in his room with his painting supplies. Did I want to paint something for him? No. I just wanted his palette knife—it was the only unsuspecting thing I could even think to use to cut through the collar. It wasn’t sharp, but it was made of metal and I wasn’t squandering my chances. 

My heart raced at each minute that passed. The longer I remained stuck here, the sooner Tauxolouve would return. Ever since he agreed to stop stalking me from the reflection pool, his next best bet was hurrying to do his work in the Heavens in order to quickly return to me. That didn’t give me much alone time at all. 

Snap

I flinched, the metal chains hitting the floor with a clatter as the collar fell from my neck. Tossing the metal knife aside, I grabbed the small band of leather that had been keeping me trapped there all those weeks. At the very least, I was taking it with me—not for sentimental purposes, but if I were to be caught by another god… I didn’t want to be returned to Tauxolouve’s room. As a last resort, I could use it to prove what Tauxolouve was doing to me. Unless… they were all on his side. 

My best bet was to avoid all the gods together. The fewer witnesses to see me leave, the better. Only… that was easier said than done in a mansion of 12 zodiac gods. It seemed I was destined to fail. Not ten minutes out of Tauxolouve’s room, I ran into Aigonorus who was staring at me intently. His gaze made my heart drop as I waited impatiently for him to either act on my escape or say something. 

“I thought you were sick.” His blunt statement made a sigh of relief leave my lips. 

“Yeah,” I hesitantly agreed, coming up with a story on the spot. “But I’ve been feeling better. I was just going to go out for a bit… I’ll be back later though, so no one has to worry.” 

Aigonorus’ eyebrows furrowed and my heart raced in anxiety. I thought it was a pretty convincing story, but he didn’t look sold. It took him a moment of silence before he asked, “Can one of my heralds go with you? The human world’s been pretty rough lately and Lou would be upset if something happened to you.”

I wondered… if Aigonorus’ heralds could sense ill-intentions like other animals could. They were divine beasts, surely their instincts were far superior to a normal animal. “O- Okay… That’s fine.” Maybe I’d feel safer with one of his heralds anyway. 

Accepting the offered protection, I left the mansion with the fairly large goat without running into any other gods. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with Aigonorus’ herald since I didn’t actually have any intention of returning to the mansion. Did this mean the goat would just follow me until I returned? Or would Aigonorus just summon it back whenever he decided I was gone for too long?

I successfully made my escape from Tauxolouve, but what was my next step? I couldn’t go home, I’d easily be found. Hell… he would probably search the reflection pool as soon as he found me gone. I’d be found within the next 24 hours, that was for sure. So, what to do with my temporary freedom… and a goat? 

I came to a halt as my knees hit the firm body of the divine animal in front of me. “Huh…?” The goat stood firmly between me and the path ahead, its eyes locked on the empty road before us. “H- Hey, what are you doing? I have a limited window here, buddy. You better think about moving or I’ll tell Aigonorus that my guard was a pretty stubborn choice.” I didn’t think it could understand me, but with the way it turned its head toward me and started ushering me with its horns back toward the mansion, I assumed I offended it. “I was just kidding! We’re not going back to the mansion, little guy!” Though, trying to get around the herald, it refused to let me pass. “Honestly, what is wrong with divine beings and telling me what to do and what not to do?”

“Don’t worry. We’re not divine beings, so maybe you’ll obey us without trouble.”

My head snapped up at the sound of that familiar voice. The herald turned around as well, standing in front of me like the guardian that it was. It had been a long time since I’d seen anyone from the Under Realm. It was strange to see Servillah again, especially in the forest that was so close to the mansion. But these dark gods always came in pairs, and I turned quickly, rightfully expecting the second of them to be behind me. 

Crow chuckled at how fast I turned to find him. “You’re pretty clever. I’m honored that you remembered me from our last meeting, goddess of fate. What’s this little pet you have with you? A gift from that god?”

“My guard,” I answered sharply. Though, I wondered if I should willingly go with these guys instead of letting Tauxolouve lock me away again. I faltered, a dangerous idea entering my head. If I let them take me, Tauxolouve would come to save me in no time… But he’s just a demigod against two dark gods. …Still, did I hate Tauxolouve enough to want him to die over this? Did I want freedom that badly to risk the entire world?

Lost in my own thoughts, it startled me when Crow lunged at me, causing the herald to charge forward, landing a direct hit on him. Only, this left me open for Servillah who was quick to grab me while simultaneously landing an attack on the goat. My eyes widened as the goat cried out before vanishing. Did they just kill it? 

Servillah huffed in disappointment. “That was easy for a divine beast. C’mon. Let’s go before those gods come to interfere.” It was terrifying to be dragged around by dark gods, especially when I was brought to the under realm where I could hardly breathe without choking on the air. “You’re absolutely weak. Good thing all we need in there is your soul.”

“Wait…” I muttered quietly. What possessed me to go to dark gods with a request like this? Couldn’t I have just gotten help from one of the other gods? No… They’d have been on Tauxolouve’s side. These dark gods are the only ones who didn’t care about anything besides their dark king. “I… I’d like to make a deal.” 

Both their faces scrunched up, disbelieving what I was saying. Glancing at each other, Servillah took the bait and asked, “And what’s that? We’re not sending you back to those gods.”

“That’s not it,” I shook my head, my heart thrumming in my chest. “I want to know if it’s possible for you to kill a god… a demigod,” I corrected myself. They needed to know exactly what they were going to be dealing with. 

Their eyes widened. I could see the wheels turning in their head that they must be jumping to the wrong conclusion—but they were right. I wanted them to kill someone. Crow’s eyes narrowed as he finally asked, “What’s the deal?”

“I’ll give you my soul… If you can stop that demigod from getting me.”

Servillah scoffed, grabbing my arm to continue dragging me as he lost interest in my offer. “What the hell do you think we mean when we say we’re taking your soul for our King? It doesn’t matter if that god dies, you’re gonna die, regardless.” That’s right… taking my soul meant I was going to die—Zyglavis had explained that to me once. But if Aigonorus found out that his goat died protecting me then that only meant that Tauxolouve was going to show up soon. 

“I don’t care,” I uttered, my eyes glued to the ground as I tried my best not to trip over my own two feet. “What’s the point of being alive if… if I’m - I can’t livI know he’s going to come… I just want to know if you’re powerful enough to kill a crn obsessedmigod.”

Crow scoffed, following close behind Servillah as they dragged me to where they were intent on resurrecting their Dark King. “What a pathetic goldfish… choosing to die over being saved by a god.” Yet again, the two dark gods glanced at each other. They played it off that they weren’t concerned with anyone coming after me… but if I feared getting rescued by a god, then they weren’t entirely sure they wanted to keep me for longer than necessary. The best thing they could do is resurrect their King and let him deal with the crazy god. Crow muttered, “Let’s hurry and get this over with.” The two seemed to agree at least.

Did I want to die…? Not really. Still, I meant what I said. Maybe if I were lucky, the two dark gods would kill Tauxolouve and then the other gods could rescue me. At least then I’d be free. But what were the chances of that happening? A short scream left my lips as a flash of light skimmed past me, hitting the ground ahead of us. 

Servillah spun around, his eyes locking onto the god that hovered above us with his bow in one hand and an arrow of divine light in the other. Servillah hissed, “The god of Sagittarius…” They wouldn’t be able to do their job if this god was hovering. Shoving me into the arms of Crow, Servillah said, “Go summon him. I’ll handle this half-god.”

Only… that’s not how things were going to go. Tauxolouve had his own plans, and he wouldn’t let these dark gods get away with stealing me for their own means. It was bad enough that I’d willingly run off. His divine powers only seemed to grow in tandem with his desperation to get me back. Sending a singular arrow to make Crow pause, the second was enough extra time for him. He impaled an arrow through Servillah with his quick descent, his eyes landing on Crow.

Now… Servillah wasn’t dead just yet, but Tauxolouve’s intention wasn’t to kill them right away. They threatened his love’s life. They didn’t deserve a merciful death—they were demons. 

Crow glared at the god before us before promising, “This human belongs to our Dark King! Whether or not you kill us… she won’t live long enough.” As if to keep his word, he shoved me backwards, a door slamming shut in front of me as I stumbled to the floor. 

Frantically, I glanced around the dark space, realizing I was cut off from the fight outside. This palace was likely for the Dark King, but he wasn’t resurrected. As far as I was aware, I was trapped in there until either side came out victorious. But that look in Tauxolouve’s eyes terrified me… Did he really mean to nearly hit me with that arrow? As the God of Sagittarius, his aim was true. There was no way he was aiming for Crow or Servillah… but why? 

Scrambling back to my feet, I glanced down the hall, cautiously making my way through the dim halls. The air of the under realm was enough to suffocate me, but I couldn’t sit there and wait for the victor to come to me. At the very least, I could postpone my fate. 

***

Tauxolouve hated this. Taking down two dark gods was nothing for him, but now he was back to tracking me down. Hadn’t I ran for long enough? Was his warning not good enough to stick in my head? If I’d rather die than be with him, then he’d show me just what a mistake that was. 

He took his time with extinguishing the two dark gods, momentarily wielding their powers for his own use. It wasn’t like I could go very far, it wouldn’t take him long to track me down. Those pitter patters coming from down the hall… that was me scrambling around for an exit. His heart ached at the thought that I’d be trying to run from him so desperately. Well, perhaps I had a right to do so. After all, Tauxolouve had no intention of holding back this time. Everything was clear to him now.

***

Every house had a back door, didn’t it? Well, this wasn’t a house but still! There had to be an exit, at least some way to get out! After hearing the door that separated us slam into a wall, I knew their fight was long over. No matter how I looked at it… even if I escaped this palace, there was no way for me to escape the under realm without help. 

I stared helplessly at the wall that ran down two separate halls. There were two directions to pick from, but nowhere that could save me from the inevitable. 

“You know… this is funny,” Tauxolouve’s voice made me shiver as he slowly approached. 

Though, turning around, my eyes widened as my heart stuttered. Why was his bow ready at his side as if he were ready to attack… me? I willed my legs to back away from him, my eyes trained on the arrow that could lift to me at any second. “There’s nothing funny about this situation, Lou… You need to calm down!” I wanted him to put his weapon away.

“You’re the one yelling,” he pointed out, his expression uncharacteristically blank. 

“You’re…” I faltered, almost too panicked to come up with a convincing argument when I didn’t even know what was going on in his head. “This is out of hand. Aren’t you… overreacting…?”

“Overreacting?” He repeated, testing the word on his lips before shaking his head. “But… maybe I should apologize first. I’m terribly sorry. This is my fault, isn’t it? If I had explained everything while you were still being good and obedient for me then things wouldn’t have gotten this far and I wouldn’t have to instill this into you now.” He sighed, almost sounding disappointed with the way things turned out. “You know… my power allows me to see the death of the person I kiss. I’ve never understood why you were always going to die by my hand… not until now.”

I froze in fear as he pulled his arrow back, tilting the bow upward until I was left staring down the edge of a light-made arrow. “L- Lou… Please, you can’t just…” I trailed off. What did he really want to hear right now? He wasn’t serious, was he? He never hinted that he would be the one to kill me—that kind of thing isn’t just something you can hide from the person you’re holding captive! “I- I’m sorry if you’re mad about me running off! I didn’t know-”

“Don’t apologize now. You’ll be okay,” he said, offering me a gentle smile without lowering his weapon. “I’m going to kill you.”

***

Tauxolouve sighed, his weapon vanishing from his hands. He wasn’t sure he could bring himself to actually kill me as soon as he saw the tears rolling down my cheeks. But in the end, I let this entire thing happen. If I’d stayed in his room, then fate might have been kinder. 

His fingers gently trailed over my cheeks, wiping the tears that had fallen. He noted how warm my body was, though he knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long if he didn’t act quickly. Taking me into his arms, he made a swift return to the mansion. Of course, he expected the discord. 

“So…” Leon stared evenly at Tauxolouve, not betraying his emotions. “The dark gods failed to bring back the dark king… but they still got away with one last act.” 

The living room was silent, no god daring to speak during such a grave moment. Tauxolouve had failed to save me—no one was willing to point that out. It still made quite an impact as Tauxolouve requested, “Let me use the stars in my eyes. Let me bring her back.”

Partheno’s eyebrows furrowed as he asked, “What are you trying to do? (Name)’s… gone. Is this worth weakening yourself over?”

Ichthys quickly stood from the sofa, his eyes flickering between me, Tauxolouve, and Partheno. “I’ll heal her. If you use your stars, I’ll heal her wounds.”

Their gazes snapped to the young god and Partheno started, “Ichthys-”

“We’re not permitted to interfere in human life or death,” Karno reiterated the law that was going through all their heads. But, he added with a hopeful gaze, “But (Name) didn’t die on Earth. We failed to protect her… It’s only right that we fix this.” His eyes trailed back to Tauxolouve. “Are you willing to make this sacrifice for her?” 

They all knew the answer was yes. Tauxolouve was nothing if not a devoted boyfriend. “I’ll do anything for her. Even if it means facing the repercussions of what those dark gods did…”

This time it was Dui who worriedly asked, “Won’t this severely weaken the Department of Wishes?”

Leon scoffed, glancing at Huedhaut before he watched with careful eyes as Tauxolouve was setting me on the sofa next to Ichthys. Quietly, Leon commented, “We’ve handled it once before. They’ve made their decisions. You best worry about your fish.” Their eyes flickered to Ichthys who didn’t seem to care much about restraining his powers for me. 

Still, Leon was by Tauxolouve’s side for the exchange. He knew Tauxolouve would be weak afterwards and was prepared to offer his power to keep him stable.

While most of the worry was on the health of Tauxolouve and Ichthys, they also expected me to have a harsh reaction upon waking up. Dying was a pretty scarring experience—if only they knew why this particular murder was scarring. 

My hands weakly grasped at my chest as I gasped for air. My vision blurred and my world spun around me as I tried to regain my bearings, sitting up on the sofa. I was sure I died… So where was I? I squeezed my eyes shut, doing my best to restore my vision. Only, maybe it was too soon to do so. Opening my eyes, a shudder ran through my body at finding Tauxolouve staring down at me. I couldn’t register what was going on, all my body knew was to go. 

Fleeing was much harder than it looked, however. The minute I was on my feet and trying to run, I stumbled into the arms of another god. “H- Hey,” Dui, stuttered, trying to keep me on my feet. “You can’t be moving around like that.”

“(Name), please, your body is still weak, sit down,” Tauxolouve tried to direct, unable to get to me himself since he still needed Leon to keep him standing. In fact, he looked on the verge of passing out if not for being held up. Tauxolouve still tried to soothe my panic, “The dark gods aren’t here. They’ve been taken care of. The dark king won’t be revived.”

“I don’t give a shit about the dark gods,” I growled back, pulling out of Dui’s arms only to trip forward and land in the waiting arms of Huedhaut who was trying to get me to calm down. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Were all the gods in cahoots now? Didn’t they care Tauxolouve was a killer? Why were they on his side and not mine? Clutching my chest, searching for the gaping wound from his arrow I stuttered, “Why… Why am I back here? Why am I alive?”

Teorus leaned closer, his hand rubbing against my head, hoping that it would comfort me. “Lou gave his stars to save you, (Name). Don’t worry, those nasty dark gods can’t come back for you. They were all taken care-”

“The dark gods?” I repeated, my blurred eyes locking onto Tauxolouve who was staring at me evenly. I wasn’t allowed to pull away from Huedhaut who was trying to make sure I didn’t hurt myself. My frantic clawing at his hands to release me wasn’t helping my case. “Bullshit!” I howled, my terrified glare boring into him. “He killed me!” My accusation made the other gods regard Tauxolouve with as much surprise as confusion, but I wasn’t finished. “He shot me with one of his arrows! The dark gods saved me from him!”

As weak as Tauxolouve was, he logically explained, “The dark gods got into your head, (Name). Don’t you remember? I’m your boyfriend.”

“No,” I uttered. My boyfriend wouldn’t have raised a weapon to me. “No, no! Stop lying! Stop it!”

I screamed at the weak god, only making Huedhaut’s grip around my waist grow firmer. “Calm down, you’re going to over-work yourself. Look. He won’t hurt you and you have all of us here with you. Don’t you trust us?”

I thought I trusted these gods… but they were siding with him. They didn’t believe me because he already put lies in their heads. “I don’t,” I hissed, glaring at Huedhaut with trembling lips. They were from the Department of Wishes… they were Tauxolouve’s friends, of course they would side with him. The only person who would probably listen would be Zyglavis—the unbiased hand of justice…

Huedhaut rubbed his fingers across my forehead delicately. “What did that monster put into your head?” He sighed.

“I think we’ll need time to recover,” Tauxolouve suggested, some strength back in him thanks to Leon’s powers. “It just breaks my heart to see her hate me so…” He put on the saddest pair of eyes he could muster as I openly tried to kill him with my glower. “It’s difficult to admit, but I can’t send her home in this condition. As her lover, I’m naturally obligated to care for her. I think it would be best for me to return her proper mindset on my own. What do you think, Hue?”

Huedhaut hummed, his eyes scanning me before he nodded his head. “If you think you can handle taking care of her, I have no reason to object. You were there when they manipulated her, after all. It may be best for you to handle her mental health from here on out—it will provide stability of care, in any case.”

None of them understood what they were doing. Huedhaut didn’t even realize he was betraying me for a monster. Not a single god present understood that they were agreeing to let this man lock me up in his room for no reason other than his own selfish and sinful desires. 

Distressed tears rolling down my cheeks, I screamed, “I hate you!” The gods in the room flinched in surprise. They’d never heard me so distressed and so vengeful toward anyone before. If anything, this was proving Tauxolouve’s point even further. But the god most familiar with the under realm was Zyglavis. My thoughts returned to him again. He’d be able to vouch for me. This wasn’t the work of dark powers, this was Tauxolouve. Helpless, I did the only thing I could. Swinging my elbow back, Huedhaut’s head reeled back from the impact. With his grip loosened enough for me to escape, I ran from the living room. 

Immediately, Tauxolouve was on my case, but his energy was still low from giving me his stars. Unfortunately, he had to rely on another god to catch me. Fortunately for him, he knew Karno and Aigonorus were on his side in thinking I desperately needed their help. My frantic little show to get away from him just proved how warped my mind was. I needed Tauxolouve and even the wise man Huedhaut could agree with him. 

I ran through the hall, but even I knew I couldn’t outrun gods. I only prayed that I’d be able to reach Zyglavis—someone who’d believe me, or at least take my words without a grain of salt. Only, the minute I saw Scorpio down the hall, I couldn’t run fast enough as a shorter form appeared in front of me and I tripped on the floor. Aigonorus had summoned one of his stupid goats!

Scorpio’s eyes widened as I laid sprawled at his feet. “What the hell…”

Before I could shove myself off of the floor, arms wrapped around me and they pulled me into a chest. “Let go,” I screamed, desperately trying to break away from my captor. “Don’t bring me back!” This was really life or death in my eyes. I didn’t want to be stuck with him, the man who killed me in cold blood.

Aigonorus tried his best not to get hit by me as I struggled in his arms. He looked frantically toward Karno. “W- What do I do?”

Scorpio’s confused eyes flickered between the gods, not receiving any answer as to what was going on in front of him. Finally, he snapped, “What the hell is wrong with the goldfish?”

“The dark gods have manipulated her,” Karno explained, his pitying eyes trailing over me. “She thinks Lou is trying to kill her… We can’t send her home like this, she might get hurt or hurt someone else. All we can do is give it time and let Lou try to help her.”

“No!” My voice only grew louder, startling Aigonorus. 

Karno winced, finally deciding. “We don’t have a choice… She needs to sleep.”

Aigonorus nodded his head, holding my struggling form down. However, like a light at the end of a tunnel, I found Zyglavis walking down the hall toward me. I desperately tried to pull from Aigonorus’s arms, but he snapped his fingers and my vision blurred. “N- No… Zyg…la…vis…”

***

It was considerably quiet compared to how it was when I first woke up in the living room. By now I understood perfectly well that Tauxolouve had manipulated the other gods into thinking I was simply ‘unwell’. Telling the truth would have been too difficult for him. So, I wasn’t that surprised to find myself back in Tauxolouve’s bed. I expected to be discarded there, left to Tauxolouve’s mercy. 

But around my ankles were silver clasps that were connected to chains that trailed off the edge of the bed. The length of the chain gave a very slim opportunity for movement—not that I had the energy to move, anyway. My mind felt like it was covered with fog, making it difficult to take in my situation as it was. Sitting up was a lethargic process itself as I tried to investigate my new situation.

Did the gods do this to me for my own good… Or was this more of Tauxolouve’s handiwork? He had me in a collar before… I wasn't about to put this past him. But with the behaviors of the other gods, I wasn't sure I would put this past them either. Huedhaut was more than willing to agree with Tauxolouve’s suggestions. After all… Tauxolouve, more than anyone else in the world, had my best interest at heart. Didn't he?

My eyes flickered to the door, finding Tauxolouve smiling in the doorframe. It wasn't a malicious smile or a smile of restrained anger, as I would have expected. This smile was… soft, one of love and affection. 

Those eyes made my heart stutter, and I quickly averted my gaze, glaring at the shimmering chains. He didn't have the right to look at me like that after everything he had done. 

I refused to return his gaze as the door clicked closed and he approached the bed. Finally, he broke the silence, “I'm glad you're awake. I was worried Aigonorus might have hurt you with his powers. I would have had to address him about it… But seeing you awake makes me feel very warm inside. I'm glad you're back, (Name). It was torture having you away from me for so long. Aren't you glad to be back home?”

I pursed my lips, my gaze narrowing on the chains that bound me to his room. “This isn't my home.” There was no point in mincing words. I didn't need to pretend to love him, he didn't pretend like he wasn't my captor. 

The bed dipped, but thankfully he hardly moved closer as he quietly coaxed, “I know it might feel less like home with the chains… But you terrified me and the other gods. It devastated me when you ran off and were taken by those dark gods.”

He fell silent. It went unspoken, but we both knew my escape was deliberate. My trip to the under realm with Crow and Servillah was also willing. “You deserve to know what fear feels like. You could never understand what you put me through.”

“Please, don't say that,” his voice cracked as he almost desperately reached for my hand. He didn't allow me to pull away from his touch as his fingers painfully tightened around my wrist. My eyes flickered up to his, finding the tears that were nearly ready to spill. “I was terrified… I knew what I had to do when I found you down there. I knew you would die. I just…” He faltered, the tears finally dripping down his cheeks as he desperately pulled my frozen body into his arms. “I just didn't know if I'd be able to bring you back to me once I'd done it! I was terrified I'd have to live out the rest of my life with the memory of you. That thought scares me and really hurts me.”

He acted… as if he had the right to be crying on my shoulder. He didn't have to point that arrow at me. He didn't have to go after me at all. He could've considered me a loss and cried about it with the other gods. Why did he act like he's the one who just experienced the greatest tragedy of our time when I was the one who was murdered by him?! 

I hissed, “You mean you'd have to live with the fact that you’re a killer!” He stared at me like a confused child as I shoved him away, putting space between us, lest I lash out and try to unsuccessfully kill him myself. “You're making this sob story and lying to the other gods. I wish you'd have had to suffer alone for what you did! I won't be your shoulder to cry on! I'll never stop trying to leave, to escape, to run away from you.” 

First, he was happy to find me awake. Then, he turned into a pitiful mess at recalling the ‘tragedy’ that befell him. But… The fire behind those eyes of his was something that sent shivers down my spine. How could a fire be so cold? 

Slowly, he finally said, “You don't really have any more chances at life.” Turning away, he took a moment to collect himself before continuing with his threat. “I can't sacrifice any more stars for you, and I sincerely doubt any of the other gods will feel as inclined as I was to use the stars in their eyes for you. After all, it would be tragic for you to run off and have an unforgiving accident. As much as I loathe the idea of you not existing in this world with me… I loathe even more the idea of you existing with anyone who isn't me. Leave me again and you won't be coming back.” He blinked, his eyes slowly trailing up to meet mine. “Do you understand what kind of position you're in now?” 

Did I understand? Of course, I did! I was in the hands of a psycho! How could he be so calm when threatening my life like that? It was as if our past together suddenly meant absolutely nothing to him. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how he always felt about our relationship or if this was fairly new. 

“(Name),” he called my name again, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Do you understand what's expected of you?”

I faltered, unsure of what to answer at first. At the very least, I knew how to survive with Tauxolouve and that had to count for something. Hesitantly, I nodded my head. “Y- Yes… I do.”

All I could do to live was stay calm and take rational actions. Eventually, maybe not soon, but eventually I’d convince one of the other gods to save me from my dire situation. Would I survive then? I couldn't say. All that mattered in my mind was giving Tauxolouve the ending he deserved. I didn't really care what the other gods did once they realized his crimes; it was none of my business. But I'd have my justice. 

After the cool threat to get me to behave around him, Tauxolouve did a fairly good job at taking care of me. I couldn't say the food was anything less than extravagant, especially when Tauxolouve was hand feeding me to ensure I wouldn't attempt to stab him in the back with so much as a spoon—or better yet, escape again.

I was back in the same habits as before my grand failure of an escape. If he said it was time for a bath, it was time for a bath. If he said it was time to exercise to preserve my muscles, then I'd better be moving in the next ten minutes or he was dragging me out of bed and to my doom. If he said it was time to go outside, he would take me outside—but god forbid I make any unnecessary movements that might make him think I was trying to flee. 

It was bad enough he trusted me so little as to ban me from wearing shoes. After all, I couldn't run very far with nothing to protect my fragile human feet, as my captor said. In a way, he was right. Even if I made it outside the mansion, I'd be much slower than I would be if I had shoes.

It was difficult being around the man responsible for my death… How could I face the very god who sent an arrow through my heart? How could I have not been deathly terrified of Tauxolouve's hidden intentions? 

Tauxolouve was a fairly graceful god when he wasn't doing something that required precision. So, by all means, he wasn't entirely as clumsy as he claimed to be. His ‘accidental’ sudden movements when he was around me had to be on purpose. How else could he explain it? He always enjoyed teasing me… even before he became my worst nightmare. This was nothing more than another way for him to get a reaction out of me.

At the very least, to soothe my anxiety, Tauxolouve tried to find me a creative outlet. Of course, his go-to option was painting—something I could have done without. Painting was something I’d avoided since finding out his true nature. But if it made him leave me alone, I figured it was worth my time to put colors on a canvas.

“You've been doing very well for me, love. Why don't you paint while I go to work today? I'm not sure how long I'll be gone since I'm making a trip to the Heavens…” He paused, and he couldn't help but smile as he added, “So, I won’t leave the chain on. But, I trust you'll stay in place if I seal the windows and doors.” 

Truthfully, he trusted me, and that's what I was banking on. I'd been waiting patiently and biding my time for him to give me an opening to escape and get the help I needed. Whether that day was today… I couldn't say. But this was a start, at the very least, and I wouldn’t push my luck unless success was guaranteed.

Glancing up at Tauxolouve, I realized he was waiting for a response and I quickly nodded my head. “I'll… stay and paint.” 

He grinned excitedly as if he had finally won something. He was certain of winning my obedience, that much I was certain of. But he still pushed his luck. “Aren't I going to get a kiss goodbye?” After a long moment of silence, he relented, “Perhaps next time you'll feel inclined to see me off properly. Or maybe I'll get that kiss when I return, hm?” Being met with silence once again, he sighed. “I'll see you this afternoon, love.” 

He wrapped his arms around me, something I only copied for the sake of having him leave faster. Though, his lips pressing against my head was something I definitely wasn't copying. He was pleased enough with my behavior and soon left me alone in the quiet room. 

The silence seemed comparably enjoyable considering the company I faced nearly 24 hours a day. But the easel in the center of the room didn't make me feel better. It was just another piece of Tauxolouve in my life. Ever since he locked me in his room, I'd been less inclined to have anything to do with art. I'd stopped sketching in my books; why did he think I'd like something he enjoyed?

I stared at the blank canvas for the longest time before finally approaching it, my footfalls quiet on the hard floor. There was nothing in particular that I wanted to paint. I could've painted an ugly painting of Tauxolouve, but I had a feeling he wouldn't appreciate that very much—my goal was to gain his trust, not piss him off and make my situation worse. 

All I could bring myself to paint were lines of color, an expression of my morbid feelings. On the inside, I felt like I could scream, throw the paint, make a disaster of his room—but all the energy I once had to fight him was gone, replaced with my desire to escape and win. Still, my repressed feelings only encouraged me to cover my hands in red shades of paint, spattering the unfinished canvas of colors. 

A sudden knock on the door made me turn in fright, my foot catching the edge of the easel, sending me crashing into the paint-filled easel. Was Tauxolouve back already? But he never knocked on the door before entering…

The door flung open unprompted, drawing a shriek out of me as I hid my face behind my pain-covered arms. It wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t want to see Tauxolouve’s wrath at my misstep. 

“(Name)?” My frightened gaze landed on Karno, who was watching me with wide eyes. “You’re… Are you okay?” Before I could respond, he was already by my side, trying to assess me for any injuries. Though, I was too dazed to comprehend the danger we were in. “Are you hurt? Can you talk to me? Do you want me to get Lou for you?”

No. No, no, no! My brain was screaming at me to cry for help. The tears left my eyes, but I couldn’t describe my situation to Karno. He needed to save me from this demented demigod but he would just brush me off again; I was sure. “I don’t want…” But I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know everything. 

Bad Ending 1/2

“Karno?” My breath caught in my throat, more tears pouring from my eyes as Tauxolouve appeared in the doorframe. If only I spoke up sooner… “What are you doing with (Name)?”

I locked eyes with Karno, silently begging him to save me. But my only hope hesitantly turned from my side to face Tauxolouve and answer him. “I came looking for you before I heard a crash in your room. I thought (Name) fell and got hurt. She didn't want to talk to me, so I was about to go find you. You showed up just in time.” 

I held my breath as Tauxolouve approached us, quickly taking Karno’s place beside me. My voice cracked as I tried to apologize. “I'm sorry…” Maybe if I was as cooperative as possible then Karno would be free from Tauxolouve's wrath.

“Don't worry about apologizing,” he stopped me, only making my anxiety rise by displeasing him. “Tell me if you're hurt.” The silence was thick for a moment. If I said yes, that I was hurt, would he take it easy on me? “(Name),” he repeated, directing my attention to him. “Yes or no?” 

“N- No…”

“Good,” Karno sighed in relief. At least I didn't get hurt in his presence while Tauxolouve wasn't around. “Lou, you seem preoccupied… Come find me later. Leon and I have something work-related to discuss. It's nothing pressing, so take your time.” 

Offering me a smile and a quiet farewell, Karno left the room. Of course, Tauxolouve stared at me the whole time for any reaction to the wishes god. Though, upon reaching for me, my premature wince made him pause. “(Name),” he forced my name, making me draw my limbs closer to myself in anticipation. “I’m serious, are you hurt?” He paused. “I won’t be mad. I want to help you.”

Again, I shook my head silently. “I- I tripped… I just…” I wasn’t sure what to say or how to explain everything he'd seen. Having Karno alone in the room with me looked bad enough, I had no idea how Tauxolouve was feeling. His comforting smile gave nothing away. 

He reached his hands out to me, though he surprised me with how careful his motions were. “Well then, if you’re feeling fine enough to walk, let me bring you take a bath. You’re covered in paint. I’ll handle everything else when we get back.”

I was afraid of whatever punishment might have come from Karno being alone with me, but it seemed that Tauxolouve suspected nothing of actually happening for the short time he wasn’t in the room. To make matters worse… I missed a completely golden opportunity to be rescued from him. 

But was the threat of death really that bad? So what if I died? Then I wouldn’t have to be around Tauxolouve. I wasn't entirely sure I would mind if he extinguished my stars, preventing me from being reincarnated. I didn’t want to live this life, and I certainly didn’t want a future carnation of myself to go through the same suffering. 

But in the bath, I finally revealed my opinion quietly as he washed the paint off of me. “Karno could have taken me away from you…” He glanced at me evenly, but I was annoyed when a smile tugged on his lips. I wanted to spite him. I wanted him to feel scared—threatened. “Then Zyglavis might’ve tried to get you extinguished for what you did.”

“You still think the other gods would suspect me of doing harm to my true love?” His eyebrows furrowed, clearly not wanting to have this conversation. “I don’t know what point you’re trying to get at, but the Dark King hurt you… I’m only doing my best with you. Leaving me isn’t an option, no matter what you try or who you go to. I’m almost tempted to let you try again. Another god is bound to return you to me.”

“You’re cruel.”

“Only because I want what’s best for my darling.”

“I hate you.”

There was a tense pause. He was quiet… too quiet and too still. Before long, I felt a hand over my head, dunking me into the water. I was too startled to have taken a breath—choking and spluttering in the water before he finally pulled me out of the water of his own accord. Staring impassionately at how I spat out water, sputtering for a breath of air, he requested, “Why don't you tell me you love me?” I stubbornly remained silent, though I knew I'd suffer for it. How long would it take another god to realize they sent me with a monster? How long until they saved me? “I hate to do this, but you're making this more difficult than it has to be. I won’t tolerate this behavior.”

Dunking me back underwater, I was doing my best to time when he would drag me back up, only to face the same request. My frantic clawing at his wrist did nothing to help me. Heck, it might have made him angrier, but despite my stubborn behavior, I was terrified deep down. Even as a demigod with one set of stars in his eyes, he was still a god, and he was dangerously unhinged.

I hated him.

I didn’t understand why he couldn’t wrap it around his head. I wasn’t going to say I loved him. “N- No,” I choked out, gasping for air. “I don’t-” And back underwater I went, over and over again. 

He was lessening the time I spent above water. When it came down to it, I wasn’t sure he’d even hear me if I told him I loved him. It was a terrifying predicament. But my struggling ceased when I found myself under for longer than I could handle. I needed air! I couldn’t breathe! My vision was blotting out. “I love you!” I tried to scream, though, clearly failed to have him hear me. All it managed was for me to take in water and my vision went out for a minute. 

When I next opened my eyes, I was leaning against the side of the tub, hacking up water that was forced into my lungs. My limbs were shaking as I felt Tauxolouve rubbing his hand along my back. “There, there. I think you were trying to tell me something before I nearly drowned you to death.”

He was… willing to kill me over words? Escaping was one thing, but suddenly I couldn’t speak my own opinion without him trying to kill me? Still, I was too traumatized to think he was faking it. Quickly, I began repeating it like a prayer, “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

“Fake,” he muttered, making my heart drop before he sighed and said, “We’ll work on it until you can say it with more honesty… just like you used to. Now, let me finish washing that paint from your fingernails so we can get back to my room.”

***

“I just want to love you…” He would remind me every day. “I want you close to me.” What he wanted, he took. 

At the very least, Tauxolouve was calm; he was caring. He granted every single wish, even the ones I never made. I wished for him to hold me closer in bed? Maybe in his head I wished for that. 

Though… One thing I wished for that I never got was my Louie back. He always blamed it on the dark gods, never understanding that he was the one who changed in my eyes. Of course, he was a god so we could never really understand each other's morals. But I refused to forgive him. Murder wasn't something I could brush off.

I was sure I'd have more chances in the future to make an even greater escape. After all, it wouldn't be the last time I'd get the chance to speak to another god.

Good Ending 2/2

All I could bring myself to paint was lines of color, an expression of my morbid feelings. On the inside, I felt like I could scream, throw the paint, make a disaster of his room—but all the energy I once had to fight him was gone, replaced with my desire to escape and win. Still, my repressed feelings only encouraged me to cover my hands in red shades of paint, spattering the unfinished work of colors. 

A sudden knock on the door made me turn in fright, my foot catching the edge of the easel, sending me tumbling into the paint. Was Tauxolouve back already? He never knocked on the door before entering…

The door flung open unprompted, drawing a shriek out of me as I hid my face behind my pain-covered arms. It wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t want to see Tauxolouve’s wrath at my misstep. 

“(Name)?” My frightened gaze landed on Karno, who was watching me with wide eyes. “You’re… Are you okay?” Before I could respond, he was already by my side, trying to assess me for any injuries. Though, I was too dazed to comprehend the danger we were in. “Are you hurt? Can you talk to me? Do you want me to get Lou for you?”

No. No, no, no! My brain was screaming at me to cry for help. The tears left my eyes, but I couldn’t describe my situation to Karno. He needed to save me from this psychotic demigod but he would just brush me off again; I was sure. “I don’t want…” But I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know everything. But he would reject me again, wouldn't he?

“Hey,” Karno gently called, treating me as softly as he could. “Don’t worry about the mess. Lou won’t be angry about it. I just want to know if you're hurt. Are you?”

My eyes flickered around for any injuries, but I felt fine, if not embarrassed from the crash. But the paint all over caused me a different kind of distress that wasn't allowed to stay for long. As soon as he noted my stress, he snapped his fingers, the paint vanishing from my body as if it were never there to begin with. 

Still, I had to answer his question honestly. “Y- Yes,” I whispered to him. “...I want to leave.”

His eyes met mine, and we paused for a moment. “Is your head still bothering you?” 

“It's… not my head.” Drawing my legs closer to me, I tugged my pants higher, staring at the bruises that surrounded my ankles, byproducts of the cuffs that I once fought against. 

“(Name)...” He said my name in a shocked tone, his fingers lightly trailing across the discolored skin. “Did you show Lou?” 

I blinked, my eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “Lou isn't here.” 

“Didn't you see him-”

“No,” I interrupted him. That wasn't Lou. I hadn't seen Lou in months. “He doesn't care, anyway. He said it was my fault.” 

“What did you do?”

I stared at him evenly before my gaze fell to the floor. I wondered if I stayed calm if he would actually consider my words of complaint? Would he save me? Or would he tell Tauxolouve what I said and get me into even more trouble? It wasn't like I could make the situation any worse by saying the truth. “I was trying to get out of the chains he put me in.”

Karno faltered. “Chains?”

A glance around the room wouldn't reveal anything. The chains were gone now, Tauxolouve removed them as soon as I'd started ‘behaving’. I wondered if Karno noticed the windows and doors were sealed with Tauxolouve's powers. “They were so I wouldn't escape again. But he figured I couldn’t do anything if he blocked the door and windows. So… he took the chains off.” 

Silently considering my words, he finally spoke, “Wait here for a moment. Don't move.” He kept a careful eye on me, but certain that I wouldn’t disobey him, he left my side. His eyes diligently scanned the room, but caught nothing out of place. 

Considering my words, he approached the windows, finding exactly what I told him. He found it hard to believe at first, wondering what could have possibly been going through Tauxolouve's head. Though he had no answers to all his questions, he had me, an innocent victim, sitting right in front of him. 

But he and the other gods took Tauxolouve's word over mine… So how did that make them better? This only made Karno wonder if my accusations of Tauxolouve having killed me in the under realm… Was I telling the truth? And Tauxolouve ended up with exactly what he wanted: me to himself, locked away with no one to question whether or not this decision would help or hurt me. 

“(Name),” Karno hoarsely called my name, frantically falling beside me. My eyes widened in trepidation as his fingers gently searched for further injuries, only falling back to the most obvious ones around my ankles. His eyes imploringly searched mine as if begging me to tell him a lie. “Did Tauxolouve… kill you?”

Silently, I stared at Karno with tears pooling and cascading down my cheeks. So a god finally believed me… Why did they have to realize the truth so late? 

“Karno?” I flinched, my eyes flickering to Tauxolouve who stood in the frame of the open door. “What's going on here?”

Karno met my petrified gaze for a brief second before finally rising and turning on his heel to face Tauxolouve. For the moment… he would treat this as a civil conversation. “I came looking for you and heard a crash in your room. I had to make sure (Name) wasn't hurt. I cleaned up all the paint for you.” 

Tauxolouve didn't seem overly suspicious. In fact, he only appeared worried at the news, making Karno confused at what exactly was going on between the two of us. Tauxolouve frantically asked, “(Name), did you fall? Are you hurt?” 

“She is,” Karno answered for me, making me lower my head to avoid making eye contact with Tauxolouve; he would surely be livid with me the longer Karno spoke. “Though, she wasn't injured from falling. Rather… She refused to speak with me, and I found bruises around her ankles.” His eyes glistened in accusation. “I wonder what those could have been from… if not chains.” 

The room was thick with tension, but Tauxolouve was quick to wave the suspicion. “It was for the same reason we couldn't send her home. I feared for her health. The only reason there are bruises is because she was adamant about not cooperating with me. She couldn't attempt to harm me or herself if I limited her mobility.”

Karno hummed quietly, his gaze flickering back to me. The excuse was believable, but my fear was real. The only way he'd know for sure if I was being honest was by having Scorpio come into contact with me. Then they'd be able to judge my innermost thoughts and feelings—still how would they decide if my accusations were real or if they were byproducts of what those dark gods had done? 

For now, however, he’d have to settle with getting Tauxolouve's answers in person. “I take it she's gotten better then… Being that she isn't currently in chains? Are the sealed windows and doors another form of insurance?”

“They are,” Tauxolouve agreed, peering carefully at Karno. “It would break my heart to have her run off and get hurt in this state.”

Karno sported his usual kind smile, and my heart ached at how he neglected to say anything even vaguely challenging to take me out of this place. “But I'm concerned about her mental health since her interaction with the dark gods. Have you made any progress with her? She seems… frightened.”

Tauxolouve nodded in solemn agreement. “She is. I'm doing my best to show that I'm not a threat. But, I have to say, seeing me extinguish those dark gods so soon after being manipulated by them must have left a horrifying image of me in her mind.” Sighing heavily, he muttered, “I only want her to love me… Nothing had to change… We could have gone back to being a loving couple…” Shaking his head and unclenching his fists, he asked, “Can we… be alone now? I'll take care of her and make sure she isn't hurt. The only way I can get her to love me and stop seeing me as a threat is by loving her and taking care of her when she needs me.”

“Of course,” Karno nodded his head in understanding, taking this as his cue to leave. Though, he didn't hesitate to shoot me a glance. “I don't want to impede her care. It seems there's still a long way to go, but even small progress is progress.” Nodding he made his way past Tauxolouve, only pausing before he left. “Lou, I need you to meet me in the Heavens tomorrow morning. I have a new assignment for you since you seem to be getting better as well. (Name)... I hope you're feeling well soon. Please, don't be afraid of Lou, he's doing his best to care for you.”

I stared dully at the floor, listening as Karno’s footfalls retreated down the hall following the closing and the locking of the door. It was then that the fated question finally left Tauxolouve’s lips, “You had a delightful visit from Karno… didn't you, sweetheart?”

***

Fortunate; that’s what I counted myself as. Since Karno lacked any suspicion during their conversation, I was lucky that Tauxolouve elected not to act on the incident. After all, I mentally tortured myself over everything he could have done to either me or Karno and that was enough of a punishment in his eyes. 

As it was, I thought Karno was going to be my last interaction with any of the other gods, but it appeared he wasn’t the last of my visitors. It was an unexpected surprise for Scorpio to come and find me early one morning when I was sleeping soundly without Tauxolouve’s intimidating presence. 

Of course, this turned out better for Scorpio. Since I was sleeping, my thoughts were unguarded, a perfect state for Scorpio to get honest answers from me. However, after a brief panicked awakening, it was time for him to hear my side of the story after telling me exactly what they were up to. 

“The only way we can help you is if you can prove what Tauxolouve is doing.” Scorpio observed me for any kind of reaction, but I didn’t instantly reject him, so that was good. All he needed was any kind of evidence of Tauxolouve’s unacceptable treatment of a goldfish. 

To be honest, it scared me to go up against Tauxolouve like this. But I knew that with stars in only one of his eyes that he was no match for the Zodiac gods that were unknowingly circling in on him now. All I had to do was provide the evidence. Karno gave me this opportunity to get help; I couldn’t pass it up. Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Will a verbal confession work?”

His gaze narrowing on me, he huffed. “Yeah.” 

Nodding slowly, I said, “Then I have an idea. Let’s set up in Dui’s room. If I were in danger… I’d run to a nice god like him first.”

***

Dui was easy to get on board with their plan. As long as it would help me, he was more than willing. All I had to do was hide in Dui’s room while Dui went to get ‘help’. ‘Help’ being my loving boyfriend, Tauxolouve, who was surely going to want to help his beloved after finding that I escaped his room and ran to another god. 

“Tauxolouve,” Dui called, flagging the attention of the older god. “This is important; you should come quick.” Dui’s eyebrows were furrowed together. It wasn’t hard for him to act concerned when he was worried about what was going to occur between me and Tauxolouve. “(Name) came find me. She was really freaking out, telling me about how you killed her and have been fooling everyone and even chained her up and imprisoned her in your room. But… You’re a nice guy, Lou. I know you can help her. I know you care about (Name) a lot so, I let her hide in my room until I could come find you.”

Tauxolouve’s eyes were wide, but he was too shocked to react for a moment. After what happened with Karno the other day, I convinced him I was too scared to attempt anything like running off again. He was lucky enough that the other gods still had faith in him as a loving boyfriend. “Thank you for telling me. It’s been hard trying to clear the influence of those dark gods. Tell me, she hasn’t hurt herself or you, has she?”

“I don’t think so,” Dui shook his head, but his concern was only growing. “Has she done that with you?”

“When she panics,” he answered slowly, “She’s prone to injuring herself. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her and make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Offering Dui a thankful smile, he headed straight for Dui’s room. Only, entering the young gods room, he wasn’t smiling as his eyes scanned the darkness. If I didn’t hurt myself, I certainly broke the light switch in an attempt to hide from him. “I told you it was no use trying to run,” he taunted, moving further into the room. There was only one space behind the bed where I could have been hiding, after all. As suspected he found me pressed into the corner where the bed and wall met. He chuckled quietly at the rate tears were pouring from my eyes. “I love all your expressions, I want to immortalize every one of them… Especially this one. It’s so rare and exquisite. It’s a treat to get to wipe your tears.”

He knelt before me, but I refused to let him touch me, ducking my face out of his grasp. All I had to do was rile him up—no matter how terrifying. I needed to get Tauxolouve to say something incriminating. “Dui- Dui promised he wouldn’t let you in! He promised he’d keep you away! He said- He said the Department of Punishments would take care of it!” I hoarsely shouted at him, my hands balled into fists in case he were to try and grab for me. 

Tauxolouve tilted his head, unamused with my bold attitude. “Calm down so I can take you home. You’ve been out of my room for a while now, haven’t you? Didn’t I tell you that there was nowhere you could go that would be safe? All the gods believe that you’re just a mentally helpless human who needs my help. You’re my beloved, after all. Why are you so surprised that they would give you up to me?”

I frantically wiped the tears from my eyes, hoping to clear my blurred vision. Though, feeling Tauxolouve’s hands wrapping around my arms to pull me with him, my thrashing around in his grip was the only thing that made him let go, allowing me to stumble away from him, though I knew he’d be coming back to try again… This next time, he wouldn’t let go. “You’re a murderer,” I accused. “When are you going to tell them how you killed me?! When are you going to tell them I’m so mental because of you?!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me,” Tauxolouve said, staring impassively as he numbly rubbed his chin where I’d managed to punch him. “I’ve done everything for you. I’ve given you a loving home where you’d want for nothing. I’ve painted you as my muse, my goddess of beauty. I’ve given you everything a human could dream of.” He paused, his gaze darkening. “But I also sent an arrow through your heart, just as you’d done to me. I chained you to my bed. I sealed off your connection to the outside world. I’ve taken everything from you just as fast as I gave it. Tell me, what left is there? What will it take to please you?”

I could never be pleased with this man, never again. “Die…” I muttered. Though, after a moment of silence, I shouted, “DIE!” What more could I have wanted than the death of my worst enemy and captor… My first true love. 

Of course, Tauxolouve wasn’t happy to hear that. His expression was startling enough, but fortunately before he could act, Scorpio and Zyglavis entered, containing the situation. Before Tauxolouve could argue against this rough treatment and them blocking his minimal powers, Zyglavis was already interrupting him, “This will be ample evidence to be used in a trial. Misuse of divine power, tampering with human life and death, as well as a multitude of other charges that will later be described in great detail before the King.”

Tauxolouve scoffed, not understanding what the heck was going on. “You’re arresting me for taking care of my girlfriend? I was trying to help her.” For the moment, he couldn’t seem to comprehend that this was all planned and plotted behind his back. So, how was he the bad guy in all of this when he only ever tried to paint a pretty picture for the world to see? “You’re making a mistake. This must be prejudice because I’m a demigod. The Department of Wishes would never do this to me.” 

“Yet it’s Karno who’s the reason you were reported,” I hissed, my repressed anger coming out full force against my ex-captor. “You’ll know what it feels like to die. You’ll know what it feels like to have everyone turn against you! You’ll be lucky if even your parents want to look at you after this!”

I flinched at feeling a hand on my shoulder, but it was only Krioff, making sure I didn’t get brave enough to foolishly get too close to the seemingly volatile god. Though, Krioff’s contact with me only irritated Tauxolouve, who hissed, “You’re mine. No matter how far apart we may be, I love you and I’ll return for you. I will come back for you!” I could see the promise in his eyes, but watching Scorpio drag him out the door made me feel confident that he couldn’t do much. 

Zyglavis’ eyes flickered to my frozen form, clearly on edge from what I’d been through. The least he could do was provide me with these comforting words, “(Name) (Surname), you’re free.” Peering at Karno who entered the room, he instructed, “Take care of her.”Karno nodded and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Sure, it disappointed him that everything turned out to be a colossal disaster and not just me having been manipulated by dark gods. The Department of Wishes was losing a talented god… all over something that could have been avoided. But when his eyes landed on me, all he could feel was a pit of guilt in his stomach. Still, he had to do his best for me. He gave me a solemn smile, offering his hand out to me. “I’m sure you’re not feeling well right now. We let this linger for too long… But we’re all here for you and we won’t let this happen again. You’ve done a lot for us and we left you in a dire situation without hearing you out. We’ll make it up to you. But first… let me take you home. Your real home.”

#star crossed myth #star crossed myth fanfic #star crossed myth yandere #star crossed myth imagines #scm tauxolouve #fanfic #voltage fanfic #zodiac signs #zodiac gods #department of wishes #yandere #yandere x reader #major character death #tw: death #tw: violence #tw: abuse #tw: stalking #tw: captivity

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Rainy Days and Mondays

An: I feel like Yuta is a bit ooc in this fic ough. If anyone gets the reference I made Ily/p

Characters present: Clementine and Yuta

Word count: 1,589

The soft beat of the rain ranged in my ears as people walked past me. Their colorful umbrellas and idle conversation light up the gray atmosphere. I sighed as a small cloud of air left my lips before I looked up at the sky. The once blue canvas was now painted over with a sea of gray and black storms.

As I stood under the patio, I pressed my finger against a button on the umbrella. But the purple fabric didn’t rise. I pressed it again and yet nothing happened.

‘Out of all the days for this thing to stop working, why now??’ I thought

Wrapping my hand under the purple fabric of the umbrella, I tried to force it open. But it wouldn’t budge no matter what I did. I looked back outside as the rain was now pounding the ground. The crowd of students was now sparse. Taking a glance at my watch, it read 5:30.

‘It’s getting late. I should start heading home, I thought to myself

I walked down the steps of the patio. The drips of rain felt cold against my skin as I started running. I shivered as the water splashed with each step I made. Suddenly I heard a voice yell out.

“Clementine!”

I turned around to see Yuta running to me, away, as he had an umbrella in his other hand. Once he caught up, I had a clearer view of him. A few drops of water were on his face as a light blush dusted his cheeks. He adorned his white jacket as he gripped a green umbrella. His black hair was messier than usual as he smiled awkwardly. He took a deep breath before asking, “Do you mind if I walk you home? Since you don't have an umbrella”

I nodded my head as he moved the umbrella over my head. Yuta glanced at me before running his hand into his pocket and pulling out a blue handkerchief. Holding the handkerchief, his hand goes toward my face before stopping.

“Can I…?” He whispered

“Sure” I chuckled

I could see his ring twinkle as he wiped away the water with the soft cloth. His movements were gentle and steady, but slowed down as the cloth reached near my lips. His eyes briefly glanced down, then returned to meet mine. Our eyes met the air still. All I wanted was this moment. I held my breath as the butterflies fluttered like a bird. When he looked away and pulled back, the butterflies suddenly stopped. His face was flush with red as he placed his handkerchief away, we walked down the pavement. The sound of our shoes clicking against the wet ground filled our silence.

My head was a buzzing mess. I couldn’t focus on what was happening as I kept replaying what had happened earlier. I tapped my two fingers together as my eyes went over to Yuta. His stare focused on something in the distance.

“Thanks, Yuta”

His shoulders rose before going back as he sighed and spoke. “I-it was nothing,” He said sheepishly

“You know…you always seem to come to my rescue…like a hero”

“A hero? I’m no hero..” He shook his head.

“Come on, I mean you’re strong, selfless, and caring… I think that makes you a hero…at least in my book, head.” I replied.

“I’m…” He pauses for a bit before speaking again. “I don’t think I’m like them…The only reason I’m even a sorcerer isn’t for some noble cause…I just didn’t want to be lonely”

“Well, it may not be some big thing like bringing world peace, but it’s something you know,” I answered

I stopped walking, staring into the puddle before me. Small ripples flowed through the puddle, distorting my reflection. I could feel Yuta staring at me. “You know… Yuta, I’ve always looked up to you…”

“Really?” He questioned

“Mhm, cause of how strong you are…Compared to the rest of you guys I’m so weak….I just keep holding the rest of you guys back because of my abilities.. “

Yuta shook his head before speaking. “You aren’t weak, Clementine! I think you’re.. one of the strongest people I’ve met. You always keep your calm during battles and you’re optimistic and…so much more.”

His hand scratches the back of his neck as he thinks to himself before he finally says something. “What I’m trying to say is..you’re stronger than you think.”

He tilted his head slightly as the corners of his mouth perked up. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Thanks, Yuta..” I murmured

We reached the end of the crosswalk as a flurry of cars zoomed past us. The lights from the buildings shone in the area as Yuta pressed the silver button. Traffic slowed to a stop as we walked down the path. As we made it to the other side, we saw little puddles littering the road. I looked over at Yuta. The same look he had before was present. Lost in thought, his focus was somewhere in the distance. I reached my hand out and tapped his shoulders. A gasp left his lips as he looked at me.

“Is something wrong, Yuta?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Well it’s just you looked like you were thinking hard about something”

“Well, it’s just..whenever it rains I can’t help but think about an old story I was told as a kid” He spoke as he glanced at me.

“Can I hear it?”

“Well.. there was this traveling musician who had a magical instrument. The music it played sounded horrible until he met a village girl. He fell in love with her and would practice so he could play for her again” Yuta paused before continuing the story

“When he came back, he got good and would play the songs for her. People would hear about his talent and he ended up having to leave the girl to perform. He would be gone for a long time, but when he came back, the girl had waited for him.”

I chuckled to myself. “I didn’t know you were a sucker for romance Yuta” I nudged him as a playful grin reached my lips.

He looks at me, embarrassed, before his gaze goes down. “It was just a story. My mom used to tell me a lot as a kid…”

“Maybe it’s because the protagonist is a lot like you,�� I mumbled.

Yuta looked at me weirdly as I decided to continue. “Well, it’s just…you two had this sort of thing that wasn’t seen as good, but with practice, you turned into something useful.”

“I never thought of it like that…”

I looked to see my apartment complex in front of us. It was a tall, brown building. People walked in and out of the glass doors.

“If I am like that traveling musician…I’d like to show my feelings like he did…” He whispered

“Do you like someone?”

His face became flush with red as his eyes darted looking anywhere but at me. His mouth kept opening and closing before he finally nodded his head.

“May I ask who it is, then?”

I leaned in close. The only thing I could hear was the soft tapping of the rain against our umbrella. As Yuta stared at me, his eyes felt like it was trying to tell me, but whatever it was, I couldn’t understand. His finger was moving around his gold ring as he was about to say something. But then he stopped and simply smiled before saying “I’d..like to keep it a secret for now”

“Aww don’t keep me hanging like that Yuta now I’m really curious” I sighed

“I’m not telling you”

“At least give me a hint,” I teased

“Well….uhh…they’re really pretty”

“That’s not a very helpful hint you know…” I groaned

Yuta smiled, then a chuckle came out of him. I couldn’t help but chuckle as well, but soon we ended up laughing. Yuta’s arms wrapped around his stomach as my hand rested on my cheek. It was like our laughter covered the sound of the storm above us. Giving us a shield from the world and all the problems we face It was like, in that moment, all that mattered was the joy we had right there and then. Soon, our laughter died down. As we looked at each other, a sense of calm washed over us. Yuta smiled at me as I did the same. But an ache pushed away the warm feeling, knowing our walk was over. All I wanted to do was walk with him longer and listen to whatever he had to say. But I know that would be selfish of me.

“I should get going Yuta, it was nice seeing you,” I smiled

He nodded his head as he waved me off before walking away. The rain hit me as I watched the tall figure disappear into the distance. The butterflies slowly fluttered like the wind before hitting me like a train. My hand rested on my chest as I felt my heart throbbing. I turned around and walked down the path. With each step, it had a little kick in it. But my feet slowly picked up pace before I started running. The icy rain that showered me felt so nice I couldn’t help but giggle.

#f/o x s/i #f/o x self insert #f/o #self ship #self shipping #selfship writing