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muffinlance · 1 month
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Do you get the impression the live action is treating us like utter morons?? Like I thought that making it aimed at an older audience would open the doors for more subtle story telling, but no, they're just using monologues to tell us eveything! Like in the second episode Katara's like 'oh his power isn't that he's the avatar, it's that he ~connects~ to people'. Girl we're not idiots we can see that!! And the first episode with Aang's goddawful 'I don't want this responsibility' monologue
THIS, YES. The word that keeps coming to mind is definitely "subtlety". The show for literal children? Had it. The remake for adults? Not so much.
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faeiyn-cant-write · 7 months
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I just want a good music playlist to listen too and become possessed by some creativity spirit and come to with like 10k words written is that too much to ask ???
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luna-lovegreat · 6 months
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….. I wanna be kind more. Like I think back recently and I haven’t made as many attempts as I would like to be deliberately kind to people. Yall better watch out now it’s my goal to make at least five people on here smile in the next week.
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cyborgzloth · 1 year
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twitter creature design. made some creatures based on prompts form friends on twitter, this one is from my good good friend @rapidpunches
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demadogs · 2 years
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i never post tiktoks anymore and i have a big following bc i made videos of my cats like talking to each other with the text to speech thing and i hyped up that id be home for summer to post but i havent been creative so ive barely made any and i feel guilty like im depriving 600k people of wholesome cat content but i cant get myself to make one
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peterspinkrobe · 9 months
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Communion | AU Priest Miguel O’Hara x female Reader
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A/N: I commissioned the above Priest Miguel. Ever since the artist sent the sketch, (@ ejpuki on twitter plz go show love!) this story has been a brewin’ in my cranium. I am not a newbie when it comes to fanfic, but a virgin to writing Miguel. Please accept this offering to the mania that is fandom. Feedback is appreciated. I know the tenses are probably all over the place. Part 2 is live!!. Let me know if you’re interested ~~
Warnings: Religious content, parents, dirty-minded reader, no mention of Y/N
As you sat in the middle pew, aisle seats, you fiddled with the dress your mother guilted you into wearing. The hem of the skirt had a little fraying and you couldn’t help but pick at it.
The meddling was met with a small smack on your wrist from your mother.
“Stop! You’re going to make it worse! I know it’s an old dress but it will only look that way if you pick at it.” The sharpness in tone and the lacy lilac dress from high school brought you back to all of the Sunday mornings you’d been ripped from the comfort of your bed to attend church.
Church. Your head was already starting to hurt from the early morning light pouring through the stained glasses windows, but your tried to remain neutral to spare mom.
Your relationship with the Almighty soured not long after your father passed. Faith was hard to come by and the struggles you’d faced recently only strained that even further.
“Sorry, mama.” You say quietly, acting like you’re still twelve and not in your mid twenties.
Ever since you moved back in you’ve had to live under “her rules”. Sunday service is one of those rules. Considering the headache you’ve caused her recently, you ignore your own and do as she asks. It’s only fair.
But church? Last week was your first time back inside a church since leaving for college five years ago. It was the same one you’d been dragged to in your younger years. The same stained pews, same old books of Psalms, same feeling of estrangement despite being surrounded by the same old folks.
Your mom had turned her attention to the lady that lived on our street and you turned your own attention to your fingernails, scraping underneath them for dirt that wasn’t there. You think about how you had dropped the habit until moving back in, but was interrupted by microphone static.
You pulled your gaze to the front of the church and saw Father Steen tapping the microphone. Despite only being five years since you last saw him, the man seemed to have aged decades. His frail frame balanced on the podium as he spoke. You realized why the microphone was needed when he started speaking - amplifying the hushed tone of the elder addressing his congregation.
“Good morning and many blessings to you all this Sunday morning,” he began and you couldn’t help but lower your gaze back to the frayed bit of your dress. His monotone voice was… kinda boring. You hated thinking that way because Father Steen was such a good man and he cared for your mother greatly when dad passed. He was mentioning an upcoming surgery and you were back to picking at your fingernails. His voice eked on through the speakers, “so we will be having a transitional deacon come in to take over my position until I recover. This fine young man has graciously accepted this position as he is working to become a priest himself. Please welcome Mr. O’Hara as he leads us in prayer to begin communion for this month.”
There is respectful applause and your eyes are still on your hands until your mom elbows you gently. You start to apologize again for not paying attention but notice she and her pew neighbor are giggling as they clap. You start to clap your own hands as you look up at what they were giggling like schoolgirls about when your hands freeze in their clapped position - almost like you’re praying.
The deacon that Father Steen introduced was… gorgeous, and he was looking at you. You blushed, embarrassingly, under the gaze of the dark eyes. Could he tell you hadn’t been paying attention?
Well, you most certainly were now.
You pulled your eyes away from him to look at your mother who was wiggling her eyebrows at you, causing you to blush even deeper and turn back to the front.
The first thing you notice about the man standing at the front of the church was his height. He towered over the podium he placed a hand on. Father Steen came up to only just above his elbows with his hunched body.
The eyes that were watching you now surveyed the room and the light from the windows shown dark, warm pools of irises. His face…
Sharp symmetry made up his countenance. Distinct cheekbones bobbing as the smooth bronze skin stretched upwards into a smile. The strong jawline accentuated with the muscles of his lips pulling back, revealing a dazzling toothy smile.
When he spoke for the first time, you understood why your mom cried during Psalms at times. His voice was gospel.
“Thank you, all, for welcoming me into your parish. I know that you have received excellent spiritual guidance from Father Steen. I can only hope to at least partially fill his shoes in his absence.” His voice boomed throughout the church with no need for a microphone. “Before we begin the sacred ritual that is communion, let us bow our heads in prayer.”
The church around you dutifully lowered their heads, and you did the same. Hating closing your eyes to the alluring man in front of the church. At least his voice still filled your ears with song.
“Heavenly Father, we are gathered here today, in your house, in the name of your Son to receive the Body and Blood of Christ…” you decide it won’t be such a terrible sin to sneak a peek during prayer. You lift your head up to catch another glimpse at the ethereal creature leading prayer while he wasn’t looking.
But he was looking. Right at you as he continued to recite, “We are all sinners, and we are all in need of your grace and forgiveness.” You start to think about how much you needed his grace, when you pinch yourself for the blasphemy.
You’re still staring at each other as he finishes, “We pray that You will bless this communion and that it will deepen our relationships with You.” You instantly feel heat in your gut when you wonder just how deep it can go..
You think you see him grin slightly, but he pulls his eyes away from yours and you quickly put your head back down.
“In Your Blessed Name, Amen.” He ends. “Amen”, the church responds in unison and you squeak it out as well.
The first pew stands and approaches the front of the church, choir boys retrieving the communion goods. You notice that there is a split in the line as one is given the small wafer and grape juice shot by Father Steen and the other line the new deacon.
You can’t keep your eyes off him as he offers the sacrament to each person in line. He is taking longer than Father Steen, seeming to ask questions before presenting the body and blood of a savior.
As it came to be your pew’s turn, you stood. With only a few people in front of you, you studied Miguel’s figure in short glances.
Along with being a towering figure, he was a wide one as well. Muscles filled in the long-sleeved black button down shirt. His large upper body tapered off into a slim waist, tucked neatly into dark pants. A belt accentuated the fit waist even further. Your eyes trailed quickly across the thick neck that was accessorized by the all too familiar white collar of priesthood. When you were just behind one more person, your eyes fell to the floor.
Part of you wished you would be on Father Steen’s side as you feel as though you’re about to burst from this proximity of the giant man. He was bent over speaking to an elder of the church, giving her a soft smile as she blessed him for coming to ‘our little church.’
The man in line in front of you stood to Father Steen and the woman was letting Mr. O’Hara go from a sweet embrace.
Thank God, you guessed, for the years of attending communion as your muscle memory tore your legs from their form rooted position at the altar.
You approached the tall figure and your eyes are locked on the lips of the man in front of you. You see them move, hearing nothing but the beating of your heart in your eardrums.
“I-I’m sorry. What?” You sputter the words and heat creeps into your chest and face.
A soft chuckle escapes his full lips and he smiles as he repeats, “What is your name?”
You give it to him. And he says it. The way your name sounds in his music makes you smile up at him. He holds your gaze for a moment before speaking again.
“The Body of Christ.” He extends his hand in an upward position, the white wafer between his index finger and thumb.
You bow your head slightly in reverence of the offering. As you start to pull your head up again, his pinky and ring finger catch under your chin, lifting your face the rest of the way.
You breathe out a small gasp and open your mouth. He seems to mirror the action slightly as his own mouth drops slightly open. You extend your tongue a little as he places the thin wafer onto it.
His gaze is heavy as he watches you take the offering into your mouth. Your breath hitches when he runs his thumb across your pouted bottom lip, catching some saliva with it.
“Amen.” You respond and it’s not until he pulls his hand from your face when you turn to grab a small glass of grape juice. “The Precious Blood.” You hear him say behind you as you bring the glass to your lips, relishing the sweet refreshment.
Your face is red hot as you turn to walk back to your pew, ignoring your mother’s glances as she had already been back to her seat.
The burning in your cheeks is even more fiery as it dawns on you that the whole church saw the exchange. You hope, you pray, that it was perceived as a normal moment between a new Shepard and a member of his flock.
Communion wraps up and Father Steen takes a seat behind the the new head of church as he begins his sermon. The slight pressure of his thumb on your bottom lip created a pool of heat in your belly that wouldn’t go away.
You try to pay attention to the Good Word, you really do, but your mind is other places. Definitely not holy places.
Maybe coming to church won’t be too bad after all…
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feyhunter78 · 2 months
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Lab Partners
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(Image taken from Pinterest, I believe the artist is teletwobees) More Nerd!Miguel here
Also, plz feel free to ask me about college/nerd!miguel bc he is in my thoughts now
Regret, that’s what you’re feeling as you bury your face in your arms, the lab table cool against your skin. You should’ve brought a jacket, but you didn’t have time, just raced out of your apartment to your car in leggings and a t-shirt with your letters printed across the back in purple and white bubble letters.
“Y/N are—are you okay?” Miguel’s voice is soft, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor not as soft, your head aching, pain piercing through your brain at the noise.
Your stomach rumbles and a wave of fatigue washes over you as you lift your head to look at him. “Got dragged to the bar last night.”
He’s wearing a soft looking, long sleeve dark blue shirt, the sleeves pushed up exposing his forearms, his glasses flecked with raindrops, his hair is tousled and slightly damp curling slightly at the ends.
“On a Thursday night?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing as he unpacks the lab equipment.
“It’s the night everyone goes out, I don’t know why, and I hate it.” You whine, massaging your temples.
Miguel’s large warm hand presses against your forehead, and you startle for a moment, causing him to jolt back, stuttering apologies.
“I—I just wanted to make sure you weren’t sick.” He says, a light dusting of pink across his tanned cheekbones.
He’s got great cheekbones, really, he’s got great everything. Maybe it’s just the hangover talking, but you really want to kiss him. Well, you’ve wanted to kiss him since he sat next to you on the first day of class. And when he slid his notes over to you the month after when he saw you struggling to keep up with the professor’s supersonic lecturing speed.
“I mean, a hangover is a kind of sickness, I’m pretty sure.” You say, your own face burning, but you can’t tell if it from his touch or the hangover.
“Don’t they say to drink something for a hangover? A Bloody Mary or a mimosa? I heard the café off campus sells them until noon.” He suggests, nerves coloring his tone.
Is he trying to ask you out? No, he can’t be. He’s Miguel, the genius, shy and sweet, and definitely not interested in you, and your hectic, dramatic life with sisters you both love and hate depending on what week it is.
“Can’t drink in letters.” You tell him, fumbling for your water bottle and taking a long drink, your eyes fluttering closed as the cool water soothes your sore throat.
“Really?” He asks, and his eyes are on you when you open yours, lingering on your lips, then darting away.
“Yep, it’s like the number one rule for all sororities all across the U.S. movies always get it wrong, really pisses me off.” You grumble, putting your water bottle back in your bag and trying to muster the energy to focus on the assignment in front of you.
“Interesting.” Miguel says, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with the hem of his shirt.
Like an absolute pervert, your eyes shoot down to the exposed sliver of skin. Tanned and toned, you swallow hard as you rip your eyes away.
“Yep, Hollywood, they always try to make us look like drunk sluts. And look, I may be drunk occasionally, but I’m not a slut.”
Miguel’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “I would never call you that—never think you were one, ever.”
You smile and pat his shoulder. “I know, Miguel, you’re too sweet for that.” You can’t help but let your hand drag down to his bicep, his stupidly firm bicep. “My sweet boy.”
His glasses clatter onto the lab table and Miguel scrambles to pick them up, slipping them back on. “Did you get to finish your assignment yet?”
You screw your eyes closed, swearing under your breath. “That’s what I forgot.”
“It’s due tomorrow.” He reminds you.
You nod and press the back of your hand to your forehead, willing your headache to recede. “Yes, yes, I know, I just shit, I totally forgot, and I’ve been so busy, we have this major philanthropy event coming up, and I’ve been up till two am all week helping paint the banner and I really don’t get anything we’re doing in here.”
You pause, sniffling, your eyes welling with tears, as you bite the inside of your cheek trying to keep from crying in the back of the lab.
“I could help you?” Miguel offers tentatively, fidgeting with his pen, his eyes darting between you and the table.
“Really? Miguel, that would be amazing.” You say, unable to resist the urge to lean over and wrap your arms around him.
He smells good, like expensive cologne, and old books.
You take a moment longer than necessary to pull back, basking in his warmth, in the way his strong arms wrap loosely around you before he gains the courage and crushes you to his chest.
“It’s no problem, why don’t we meet in the library around four? It looks like you’re almost done with it, so we shouldn’t be there for too long.” His voice low, calm, and warm vibrates in his chest, and you relax into his hold before pulling back and nodding.
“That would be perfect, thank you.” You beam at him, headache receding, the knot in your stomach unraveling, there’s something about him that’s so comforting, makes you feel safe.
He nods and focuses in on the PowerPoint the professor is going over. He looks so handsome, warm brown eyes flickering over the typed words, his broad shoulders still half turned towards you, his full lips parted ever so slightly as he mumbles to himself.
You rest your chin in your hand and watch him out of the corner of your eye, unable to keep from daydreaming about what it might be like to be his.
Miguel is going places, you know it. And you? You’ve always thought it might be fun to be a trophy wife, maybe Miguel needed a trophy wife?
You can see it now, standing next to him in a gorgeous red dress, your hand around his bicep as he accepts some award for genetics. You can almost feel his lips against yours as he thanks you for your support and dips you old movie style.
“Y/N I’ll see you at four, yeah?” Miguel’s voice pulls you from your daydreams. Class is over, you’ve taken zero notes, and he definitely caught you zoning out.
You nod, and quickly gather your things. “Yeah, yeah four, I’ll meet you there!”
(Also ummm I was in a sorority my entire time at college, so I am actually the expert and Hollywood gets everything soooo wrong it makes me legit angry😭)
Miguel TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps
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xxsabitoxx · 11 months
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How the Hantengu Clones Eat 🐱
Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu & Urogi x AFAB!Reader
Warning: contains smut if that ain’t clear, cunnilingus, degrading, rough oral
A/N: the brainrot is real for just about fucking everyone rn. While we all are waiting for smut to come up - I know me and a Muzanswaifu both have full length fics planned — I offer you my favorite headcanon posts to make
Art credit: unknown. I even reversed image searched and couldn’t find the artist so if you know who made this, plz let me know
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Sekido
He’s rough, annoyed even as his hands grip your thighs with such force your certain his nails will make you bleed. He complains the whole time, bitching at you about how needy you are, how pathetic you are, how horny you are. Yet he’s on his knees anyway, eating you out with such force that you’re struggling to see straight. He takes few breaks, only pulling away to mutter things about how filthy you are. He isn’t satisfied with just one orgasm either, working you through four is the bare minimum for him. He’s heavily addicted to the taste of your arousal, unwilling to admit verbally that he craves it. He loves watching tears streak your face as he tongue fucks you, purposely ignoring your clit until full sobs are rattling your chest. “You’re never fucking satisfied you little bitch.”
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Karaku
He takes his time. He’ll never complain when you ask him to eat you out, gladly falling to his knees right then and there. The reason he never complains is because he will take his fucking time. He’ll edge you until you’re sopping wet, arousal sticking to your thighs and his chin as he wiggles his tongue against your clit. Your begging falls on deaf ears, nothing you do will speed him up nor allow you release. Karaku will keep you hanging on the edge for hours, until you’re sobbing and begging, clit throbbing as he resorts to fucking you with his tongue. He’ll let you cum after a long while, but he’ll make sure it’s unsatisfactory, stopping his actions the moment your thighs tense a little too tightly. Letting your release fizzle out as fat globs of tears slide down your face, arousal collecting at your entrance “It’s alright, we can just keep going…”
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Aizetsu
He’ll eat you out like his life depends on it, moaning against your cunt as he tongue fucks you. He requires praise, you must tell him how good he’s doing or he’ll get self conscious and stop. Though it’s just a bit hard for him to stop in the first place, your arousal is like a delicacy to him. He wants your cunt all of the time, head always dipping between your thighs to get a taste of what he wants the most. He’s selfish in that sense but nothing like the others. He won’t hold back, he won’t edge you until you’re crying or overstimulate you until you are begging for him to stop. He’ll give you exactly what you want, tongue practically vibrating against your clit as he moans about how good you taste. His hands will always be on your thighs, keeping them spread wide so he has easy access to you, mouth and chin shining with your arousal. “Tell me how good I’m doing… please…”
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Urogi
Eating you out is a game to him. He’ll find whatever means necessary to get you to allow him even a small taste. Though it’s hard not to give in when he’s telling you so loudly how well he could eat you out. He loves to spread your thighs open, stare at your glistening cunt and tell you how cute it is. He’ll practically suffocate himself on you, lips suctioned to your throbbing clit as his claws drag along the sensitive flesh of your thighs. He’s an overachiever, not willing to leave your pussy alone until you’ve sprayed your arousal all over him. He wants you squirming, trying to move away from his mouth because you’re so overly sensitive from the amount of times he’s made you cum. He’ll praise you each time you squirt but express disappointment when you don’t, even if you’ve come he views it as losing the little game he’s playing. “I know you can do it, you’ve done it three times already… don’t make me lose.”
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enmayz · 9 months
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Save Me - Hee (이희승)
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➳ pairing: tattoo artist!Heeseung x bartender fem!reader
➳ wc: 19.5k (19,513)
➳ genres: strangers to lovers, city life, fluff, angst (don't worry it's a happy ending^-^), toxic exes
➳ warnings: 18+, mni DNI!!, cursing, mentions of alcohol, stalking, unconsented photos, panic attacks, abuse (emotional and physical), kidnapping, needles, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, oral, nipple play, stomach bulge(?), a mem x mem couple (it’s not a lot and it’s all fluff), all idols mentioned are aged up, i don't remember anything else but you get the jist, don't read if you're a minor plz T T
➳ one sentence summary (oss): Amidst the wreckage left by their toxic exes, two souls, scarred and fragile, find solace in each other, their love becoming the catalyst for redemption and the unwavering reminder that broken hearts can still heal.
➳ a/n: this fic took me so long to write T T somewhere in the middle, the story kinda shifted away from my original storyline, but i just took it and ran with it. honestly, i'm not too happy with how it turned out but i already spent so much time on it so i figured i'd post it. this fic rly took the life outa me T T thank u to my lovely bestie @keiiii388 for creating a Tumblr acc just for me and reading all the shit i sent u 🫶🏻 if any of u make it to the end of the fic thank u so so much for reading i rly appreciate it. if it flops imma just delete it 😭 as always reblogs, comments, and likes r vvv much appreciated!! luv u all!
pew ~♡︎
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The sound of an alarm filled the quiet apartment, the sound bouncing off the walls
You groan as you slowly stir awake.
“Shut the fuck up.”
You were on the floor, back cold and in pain from laying there all night. You try to open your eyes, wincing as you squint them.
There was an intense pounding in your skull, making your vision blurry. You rubbed your temples in an attempt to soothe the headache and cleared your throat, feeling your lungs burning from the remnants of last night’s alcohol. All your limbs were sore, and your bones creaked as you moved around, trying to feel for your phone. With no success, you slowly try to sit up, palms digging into the wooden floor, looking around in a daze.
‘ring ring ring’
The loud ringing breaks you out of your stance; your eyebrows knit together, remembering the reason why your deep slumber was disrupted. With a loud groan, you contemplate whether to let it keep ringing and go back to sleep or stop it. You hoist yourself up from the floor, feet accidentally kicking the beer bottles nearby. You sigh as you watch them roll around on the floor, clattering into each other. 
“How much did I drink last night?” You think to yourself, shaking your head as you carefully step over them and head to your room. 
You slam the alarm clock back onto the desk in annoyance sigh. 
“Now, where is my phone?”
You look around the room, spotting the device on your nightstand on the other side of the room. Picking it up, you notice that someone had been blowing up your phone since 7 in the morning and that certain someone was your best friend. 
…💌
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : Y/N L/N I FUCKING SWEAR YOU BETTER SHOW UP TO CLASS TODAY 6:57am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : IF I DONT SEE YO ASS IN THE LECTURE HALL IM NOT COVERING ANY OF YOUR SHIFTS ANYMORE 7:03am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : AND I MEAN IT I NEVER BREAK MY PROMISES ESPECIALLY IF THEYRE THREATS 7:36am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : hello?? youre supposed to be awake right now. do NOT ignore me 😇8:09am
You grimaced as you read the messages. “She’s gonna flip again,” you thought. 
[Y/N] : i’m not going 8:14am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : glad to know that my best friend is still alive 😒8:14am
[Y/N] : sorry, i was asleep 8:14am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : more like totally wasted 8:15am
As you are about to reply, a new message comes in.
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : don't even try to come up with a lie, i know you well enough to know that you were prolly drinking the whole night 8:15am
[Y/N] : haha…you got me… 8:15am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : y/n you gotta stop this, you havent attended classes for a whole month already 8:15am
[Y/N] : im gonna head to work early today 8:16am
You winced as you could practically see your best friend looking at her phone and sighing. 
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : don't do this to yourself, it’s not worth it. Im worried about you 8:16am
[Y/N] : ill see you at work later 8:16am
💌…
You close your phone without waiting for her reply. You know this isn’t right. But you couldn’t deny that what had happened affected you more than you’d like.
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The smell of chemicals and Lysol wipes is strong as you push through the double doors of the bar. You scrunch your nose as your eyes start to water from the pungent smell. You start walking further into the bar, stopping to say hi to coworkers.
Approaching the bar counter, you watch as a male bartender arranges the rows of alcoholic beverages on the shelf. You’ve been working here for god knows how long, and even still, you couldn't stop admiring the design of the bar counter. It was circular, and in the middle was a beautiful structure: the alcohol shelf. It was adorned with warm yellow lights and decorated with jewels and diamonds. As you raise your head, you can see how it reaches up towards the ceiling and branches out like a grand tree. 
The sound of wine bottles clinking broke you out of your trance; the male bartender still had his back turned to you, busy restocking the beverages. You clear your throat loudly to get his attention. You giggle as he jumps and yelps, whipping his body in your direction. 
The male stares at you, eyes wide; you can’t help but think that he looks like a cute rabbit. 
“Why are you here?”
“Well, good morning to you too, Sunghoon,” you answer sarcastically, grinning widely at him.
Calming down, Sunghoon lets out a low chuckle as he straightens his back, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
You lift up the tab and walk to the inside of the counter, Sunghoon’s eyes follow your movement as you come to stand by him.
“Where’s Jay?” you look around, trying to spot the raven-haired boy. 
“Oh, he’s in the bathroom, probably taking a big ass shit as we speak. He was complaining about a stomach ache earlier,” Sunghoon laughs. 
You immediately double over laughing. 
“You definitely drugged his breakfast this morning,” you say as you try to catch your breath but fails miserably. 
Sunghoon grins, looking at you, “So, what brings you here so early?”
You compose yourself. “Thought I’d bring myself here and bless you guys with my presence,” you beam at the taller male. 
He could see right through you. Both of you knew that. 
“Right. Maybe then, Jay can finally stop yapping about how lonely he feels without someone.” He chuckles to himself and continues organizing the shelf. 
You let out a sigh of relief when Sunghoon doesn’t press on further. Sunghoon was always one to read the room. There were four of you: Yunjin, Jay, Sunghoon, and you. You all worked the bar, each stationed at different areas of the round counter. They had been your only friends ever since moving to New York on your own at 19 years old. It’s been five years now, and you could confidently say that they were your only happy place. 
“Like you’re any better.”
The usually witty Sunghoon, who would immediately bark back a snarky comeback, stays quiet. This prompts you to raise your eyebrows, moving closer to look at him. 
Man had a massive blush decorating his once pale and clear cheeks. 
“S-sunghoon?” your eyes widen in realization. “You’re seeing someone?!” 
“I-I mean, not really, um- well, we started talking to each other a couple weeks ago, but uh, I don’t know if he’s even like interested in-”
You don’t mean to, really. But you can’t stifle your giggles anymore. 
Sunghoon looks bewildered and embarrassed. “Hey!”
“I’m so sorry, but-” You start uncontrollably laughing. “It’s just I’ve never seen you like this,” you smile at him.
He rubs his palms against the back of his neck shyly. “Yeah, I’ve never felt like this before. It’s kind of a weird feeling. Like I want to see him all the time.” He covers his face with his hands as he says the last sentence. You reach out to ruffle his hair, “What’s his name?”
“Sunoo.”
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Along with the rest of New York City, East Village gets busier as it hits the 4-6 pm mark, which is right now. People are bustling about, some desperately trying to weave through the traffic to go home after work, some meeting up with friends for dinner, and some look like tourists visiting the area. Since it’s springtime and the weather is sunny and warm, families are seen with children browsing the clothing and stationary shops as they grab a quick bite.
The bar is located on one of the more popular streets in East Village: St Marks Place. It’s a street filled with culture with many retail shops, restaurants, and, most importantly, nightlife. And the bar is placed right smack -you guessed it- on the corner of the busy street, haha. Okay, while you may be imagining a bar covered in dust sitting on a corner street next to an abandoned alleyway that no one goes close to, it’s not. 
The outside is as stunning as the inside, if not even more dramatic. Sitting on top of the building is a gigantic rotating beer bottle that towers over the whole street, and next to it a bright neon sign with the name of the bar. 
The windows are glass, making the lights reflect off them in a clash of colors. The walls and canopy are covered in hanging lights that continually fall off at the end of the night, neon signs that are screaming for attention, vintage decor, and these hanging green vines that you used to think looked out of place but, oddly enough, fit perfectly. 
To top it off, music is blared through the speakers, its noise and effect reaching even to the next block. The music created this lively atmosphere that had everyone break into a little dance as they walked by. There was no way you could miss the bar, like even if you tried. 
“Y/N!”  
You jerk up in surprise, the bar stool tipping to the left from the force of your body. Before you could bodyslam onto the floor, a pair of hands grab both of your shoulders, steadying you. Your hands fly up to cling onto the person who saved you, holding on for dear life.
“You’re okay. I got you.” 
“Jay! Oh my god, you scared me!”
Chuckle. “What were you thinking about so hard in that pretty head of yours that you didn’t hear me calling you?” he cocks his head. 
You playfully swat at the hand that was trying to ruffle your hair. “Shut up,” you mumble quietly.
“Anyways, could you take care of that customer over there?” Jay points behind him at a man on the other side of the counter. “Yunjin’s on the phone with her boyfriend.” 
“You mean the little sugar baby” You roll your eyes. If it wasn’t clear enough, you weren’t fond of this guy. He’s a kid that Yunjin met randomly while at her cousin’s birthday party. He’s a couple of years younger than her, but that isn’t the problem; he lives at her apartment, uses her money, doesn’t have a job, and the list continues. As her best friend, you have your doubts, but after Yunjin expressed how much she liked him, you backed off. 
Jay pinches your cheeks. “We’ve talked about this already, princess. You can’t keep calling him that.” 
“But they’ve broken up more than the number of times Yunjin can successfully make a Ramos Gin Fizz.”
Jay gives you “the” look.
“I just don't want her to get hurt, I learned my lesson, and I don't want her to go through the same pain.”
Jay clenches his jaw and tightens his fist upon hearing this. “We said we wouldn’t talk about him.”
“I deserved it.”
“Y/N. Stop.”
You know it’s no use arguing with Jay, so you stay quiet. 
“No more talking about this, now go attend to the customer.” Jay gently grabs your shoulders and pushes you toward Yunjin’s spot. 
You groan in annoyance as you slowly walk over to the counter. 
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Heeseung was not having it. He was frustrated from work and was just looking for a quick drink to relieve his stress. 
But here he was, sitting at the famous bar near his job that he always goes to, with no drink but a lot of frustration. There were no bartenders in sight. Okay, he lied, there were bartenders, but none of them were paying him any attention. There was a tall male, and he was busy with orders; a girl standing to the side, but she was on the phone, and on the opposite of the bar counter stood a girl and a boy, but they seemed busy in conversation. 
‘I should've just left,’ Heeseung sighed, looking down.
“I’m so sorry.” 
Heeseung’s eyes widened as he heard a soft voice right in front of him. Any insult or complaint Heeseung was about to bark out was stopped as he bit his tongue.
It wasn’t Yunjin, who was his usual bartender. Instead, a soft-looking girl who was shorter and smaller in frame than Yunjin was standing in front of him. Her uniform was neatly worn with a white undershirt, a black vest, and a black tie. She had long dark hair pinned back into a low ponytail, and her cheeks looked soft and flushed as she smiled apologetically at him. Heeseung looked down at her name tag pinned on her uniform, Y/N. He looked back up and noticed that the girl was still looking at him, waiting. “O-oh uhm,” he stutters. “Hi, sorry.”
“Can I just get a Mezcal Paloma with-”
“With a sugar rim.” Y/N finishes.
Heeseungs looks at Y/N, surprised, who was holding a bottle of mezcal and pouring it into a mixing tin.
Heeseungs raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Yes…how’d you know?”
She laughs at his surprised face, and the sound makes Heeseung crack a smile. 
“Usually, people around here order a Manhattan or a Martini. But Yunjin always tells me about this guy who always orders a Mezcal Paloma.” she chuckles. “Oh, and she complains about how you always ask for a sugar rim, arguing that salt rims are wayyyy better.” she sarcastically drags her word to mimic her friend. 
“I guess they weren’t wrong when they said bartenders recognize you not by your name but by your drink,” Heeseung chuckles.
Y/N grins at that. “Precisely.” 
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“Here’s your Mezcal Paloma with a sugar rim.” 
You study the man in front of you as he takes a sip of the concoction. He was attractive, you weren’t gonna deny that. He wore black ripped jeans and a sleeveless white top showing off his muscular arms. His hair was parted to the side with his forehead showing, and you swear you’ve never seen anyone look that attractive with just a regular top and jeans on. 
One thing that stood out to you was that he had tattoos, like, everywhere. It wasn’t that his skin was covered in tattoos, but that he had multiple scattered on different parts of his body. One that caught your eye was Bambi, the size of a palm, on his left biceps. You laugh to yourself, thinking how it oddly reminded you of the man in front of you with his big doe eyes. 
You begin cleaning the equipment when you hear the man let out a sound of satisfaction. 
“Ahh, a nice refreshing Paloma is the best, especially in this weather,” he licks his lips to rid of the sugar. 
You grin as your gaze unconsciously falls on his lips. A glimmer catches your eye. A piercing on his lip. It was a small metal ring that dangled on the side of his lips. Your eyes follow the movement as his tongue darts out to lick his piercing. 
“You like it?”
“It…looks nice on you.” You say slowly, embarrassed that you were caught staring. 
“I did it myself,” he grins. After seeing your shocked face, he quickly adds, “I own the tattoo shop down the street. I got it done in the store.”
“Ah, are you a tattoo artist? I guess that explains your many tattoos,” you say in awe. 
He grins proudly, “The best one around.”
“Yours are pretty,” you admit to him. 
“You should come by some time. I’ll give you one for free since you made me this amazing drink,” he winks, holding his cup up.
Your eyes widen as you wave both hands in front of yourself quickly, “Oh, nono, I’ve never gotten one before.” 
“Think about it. I am pretty good at my job,” he grins. “It’s called The Inkery, right down the street. Feel free to stop by.” And with that, he gets up and leaves. 
You collect the empty glass and the bills he placed underneath it and watch as he gets on his motorcycle driving off. 
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The weather was too hot for you to be standing outside in direct sunlight. 
You see, after overhearing your conversation with the tattoo shop guy, Yunjin begged you to take up his offer. Her reasoning being that you needed to try new things and “step out of your comfort zone,” blah blah blah. The conversation ended with you eventually giving in after Yunjin said she would clean up the vomit from customers in the bathrooms for a whole month. Who would say no to that? So, of course, you said fine. It wasn’t like you were completely against the idea in the first place…
So here you are, a couple of days later, having an internal crisis. 
Although the tattoo shop was nearby, compared to the bar, it was located on a quieter street, so there weren’t many people around. Not to mention it was only 9 something in the morning. The walls were made of black brick, and the windows were covered by blinds, so you couldn’t really see inside. The shop's name was on a light neon yellow sign that would flicker from time to time, and hanging on the door were the shop hours.
You cursed at yourself for being there so early in the morning; the shop literally just opened. 
You jump back in shock as a cat suddenly trudges right in front of you without sparing you a glance. 
“Are you making fun of me too?” you pout as the cat walks away. 
Sigh
“My bed sounds so nice right now.”
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The wind chime on the door lets out a soft jingle, signaling that someone had entered. 
Upon entering, you immediately start looking around. The walls are filled with all types of vinyl records, some were the standard black, but some had different colors and extravagant designs. Also on the walls, were various tattoo designs placed in picture frames. The shop's interior makes you question whether this was a tattoo shop, a music shop, or both. 
“Hello! Welcome to The Inkery!” 
Startled, your head shoots toward the direction the voice was coming from. You see a head buried behind the counter, and you assume it’s the guy from the bar. But you weren’t sure, and it’d be so embarrassing if it weren’t him, so you slowly walked to the front counter. You flinch as the guy’s head shoots up, probably confused by the lack of response. 
“Oh hey! Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says sheepishly, a little embarrassed by your reaction.
The hand clenched over your heart in a fist started to loosen as you steady your breathing. “Oh. My. Goodness.”
He chuckles, “Sorry you didn’t respond, so I was scared someone was tryna rob me or something.”
“My bad,” You scratch the back of your neck. 
“No worries, glad you stopped by. It’s not often we get pretty girls like you here,” he grins. 
One side of your eyebrow cocks up. “Didn’t take you to be a flirty one.” 
He smirks, “Only with pretty girls like you. So Y/N was it?” 
“Yup, and I’m guessing you’re Heeseung? Judging by this business card here?” you carefully examine him. Now that you’re looking at him clearly, not under the dark, dim lights of the bar, you realize how attractive this guy is. 
He chuckles, “What can I do for you, Miss Y/N? You looking to get a tattoo today or just checking the place out?”
You watch as his arms move around to organize the papers that are spread out on the desk. Veins. Damn. Your fucking weakness. 
“I was still deciding whether I should get one,” you say as you look him up and down before making eye contact. “But…I guess I should.”
He raises his eyebrows at this, “I must say I’m flattered. Are you sure?”
You start fixing your shirt, “I mean, unless you want me to go?” you chuckle as you point your thumb at the door. 
“You know, I kind of want you to stay. But that’s entirely up to you. I won’t be upset if you leave.” He lets out a big grin and puts both hands up as if to say, ‘I don’t care.’
You blink your eyes as if you are offended, and the moment you guys make eye contact, you both burst out laughing. 
He leans back in his chair. “So what are we thinking?” 
“I was thinking of a tattoo across one side of my chest.” 
“A chest tattoo, huh? What would you get? Some tribal art? Your name?
“I wanted to tattoo a phrase…like a message,” you tell him hesitantly. 
“A message? What kind of message? You’ve got me all curious now.” He chuckles, raising his eyebrow. 
“I just want it to say, Our time has expired.” As soon as you said that, you knew you shouldn’t have come here. The look Heeseung had on his face was one that everyone had given you, pity. 
“Our time has expired?” he repeats. Suddenly his expression turns into one of wordy and concern. “Y/N, are you…uh…sure about that? He asks carefully. 
Sigh. “I don't know what you’re thinking, but it's not as bad as you think.” you smile softly. 
He lets out a sigh of relief. “Well, okay then, if you're sure,” he says, still not entirely convinced. “It’s your skin, after all. But if you don’t mind me asking, what made you choose those words specifically?”
You hesitate, “It’s uhm…about someone.”
Heeseung raises an eyebrow, “About someone?” 
“My ex,” you wince. There was silence after you said that, and you regret your decisions again for the third time today. You look at Heeseung, and you wish he didn’t look so shocked and apologetic. It wasn’t like any of it was his fault. “Uhm, sorry, maybe I should go-”
“You’re better off without him.” 
Never mind. Maybe this was a good idea. 
You beam at him, “Let’s get started then?” 
“Yeah, sure. And I meant it. You’re gonna be just fine.” He gives you a reassuring smile. “If you don’t mind me asking, have you ever had a tattoo before?”
You shake your head, “I wasn’t lying when I said I never had one before.”
“Nervous?” he smirks. “I know a lot of people can be a little nervous the first time.”
You raise your eyebrows at him, ”Is that supposed to be a challenge?” you ask as you lean over the counter on your elbows. 
He leans closer to you and stops when he’s face to face with you. Your breath hitches from the close proximity as you look into his eyes. The both of you refuse to move and lose the unspoken contest. That is, until Heeseung’s eyes flicker down to your chest so fast you wouldn’t have seen it if you hadn’t been so close to each other. 
You move away, crossing your arms and smirking, “Didn’t take you to be a pervert either.”
“You have no idea, sweetheart.” he grins. 
The nickname causes a weird fuzzy feeling in your stomach. You clear your throat, “Um, where should we start?”
He laughs to himself and whips out a binder with a checklist. Honestly, you’re not even paying attention to what he’s saying. You were too entranced by how his arms flexed whenever he moved around, his tattoos, and his stupidly attractive lip piercing. Occasionally you would mumble a “no” to whatever he asked about you. 
“Now we can get down to the fun part: selecting a tattoo. So, you’re thinking of a text tattoo?” he says as he closes the binder. 
“Earth to Y/N,” he waves his hand before you. “Are your nerves getting to you,” he chuckles. 
You smile, embarrassed, “You wish. I wanted to look at fonts, maybe?”
“Lucky you, I have just that.” Heeseung walks over to a shelf on the wall and grabs a large, leather-bound book. He flicks through a few pages before finding the section with fonts. “Here we are!” Heeseung reaches out to hand you the book. 
You smile as you take the book from him, accidentally brushing against his fingers in the process. You don’t realize this, but Heeseung takes a breath in when he feels your warm touch. 
Heeseung leans back into the chair, watching you. “Find anything you like? I can always get more books from the storeroom if you want to look at other types.”
You flip through the pages, but your indecisiveness kicks in. There were fonts that you had never even known existed. CG Omega, English 111 Vivace BT, Univers Condensed. Your head was starting to spin. “Do you recommend any?”
“Well, personally, I’m a big fan of just Arial and Times New Roman. But since it’s a tattoo, I think something a bit more…he waves his hand in the air…unique would be nicer.” 
You laugh at him struggling to find the right words. “You mean like a cursive font?”
“Exactly!” He says, pointing at you excitedly. “Great minds think alike,” he grins. “I think that would look nice on your chest.”
After saying that, you watch as Heeseung takes the pencil from behind his ear and starts sketching on a piece of paper. You were amazed at how elegant and neat it looked, even though he drew it on a whim with no stencil. 
You look at him in awe and dramatically clasp your hands together in front of your chest. “I’m so glad I came here. You’re practically a genius,” you laugh. 
He looks up in surprise, “Oh, stop it. You’re just trying to butter me up, aren’t you?” His eyes squint up in a teasing manner. “Well, it’s working real well. I’m starting to think that you’re a genius too.” 
“I guess, as you said, great minds think alike.” You giggle at his words. “So, uhm, do I need to take off my shirt or anything?” You gesture with both hands, indicating that the tattoo would be underneath your shirt. 
“If I answer yes, would you do it?” Heeseung asks, looking into your eyes with a smirk on his face.
blink blink
He lets out a laugh at your response, “I’m just kidding. You can keep your shirt on,” he chuckled. 
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“For the 5th time today, Y/N, relax,” Heeseung laughs. “I’m just drawing the design on your skin, no needle yet.” 
You huff out, “I know, Heeseung, just leave me be.”
You were currently sitting on the tattoo chair with all of your muscles tensed. Your fists balled up tightly on both sides of your body, and your eyes were tightly clenched shut. His touch was feather soft as his fingers brushed over your skin gingerly. You shivered when his cold fingers came in contact with your warm skin. 
One of his hands was holding down the collar of your shirt to reveal the spot the tattoo was going to be placed, and the other was holding the marker, gently working on the design. You bit down on your bottom lip when you felt Heeseung’s hot breath near your neck. You were never going to admit that you were affected by this. Heeseung seems like the type to get all cocky about these types of things. 
“Okay! All done.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and relaxed, sinking further into the seat. 
“Now, let’s get to the fun part.” Heeseung grins at you. 
“Yeah, fun for you, torture for me,” you frown. 
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You squeeze your eyes shut again as the tattoo machine whirred into action. “Fuck!” you scream as you feel like what are a thousand tiny needles stabbing into your skin at the same time. 
You being curious, decide to look down, and much to your disappointment, you couldn’t see a thing. Heeseung’s head was in the way of the tattoo as he maintained immense focus. He was so close his hair started to tickle your face. 
“He smells so good.”
Your head shoots back up, and you wince in pain when the tattoo machine gives a particularly hard press. You suck in a breath to avoid cursing out loud. 
Suddenly, you feel someone holding onto your hand, and this causes you to snap your eyes open and whip your head down. 
Big mistake. 
Heeseung was already looking at you when you looked down. You guys were so close that one wrong move, and you would be kissing. You widen your eyes. 
“His eyelashes are so pretty.” 
Your breath hitches, and for a moment, time stops. The whirring of the machine becomes background noise, and all you can hear is your heartbeat beating loudly. Wait, or was it his heartbeat? 
It was as if you both were put under a spell because neither of you looked away. You don’t miss the way Heeseung’s gaze lingers on your lips before his eyes lock on yours. 
“Heeseung hyung! I’m here to save you-” 
You scramble away in panic and pretend to fix your hair. Heeseung nearly falls out of his stool, quickly stopping the tattoo machine, and the both of you look toward the doorway. The guy that stood there was one of the prettiest boys you’ve seen, and that's saying a lot since there was Sunghoon, Jay, and Heeseung. 
But this guy was stunning. His skin was flawless, and he had the prettiest fox-shaped eyes that were now widened into saucers. His glossed lips are open in an “O” shape as he stares at the two of you. “Uhm, am I interrupting something?”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Huh?!” you whip around, eyes wide, and gape at Heeseung. 
“Uh, I mean, no! We were taking a break from…the tattoo!” Heeseung smiled widely at the boy hoping he would just drop it. 
“Right…” 
The both of you let out a sigh of relief as he didn’t push any further. 
“That’s Sunoo, by the way,” Heeseung says as he scratches the back of his neck.
Why did that name sound so oddly familiar? You swear someone had told you about a Sunoo…
Your eyes widen as you remember something. 
“There’s no way, right? He’s not that Sunoo, right…?”
“Uhm, this might sound weird, and I swear I’m not weird…but do you know someone named…Sunghoon?” Your suspicions were confirmed when the guy by the doorway tensed up, and a huge blush made its way across his cheek. 
“This world is so small,” you say as you let out a chuckle. “He’s one of my best friends, a total softie,” you grin. 
“Does he talk about me?” Sunoo asks timidly.
“I had to force it out of him. He’s really shy when talking about you,” you tease. 
“Huh? Since when were you seeing someone?” Heeseung budges in.
Sunoo tries to fight the smile that’s slowly making its way on his face, “I really like him. He makes me feel happy.” 
“You should tell him that. I’m sure it’ll make him really happy,” you smile.
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“Anddd, you’re all done!” 
“Oh my goodness, oh- thank goodness,” you exhale, body relaxing for the first time since you sat in that chair. 
You look through the mirror that Heeseung handed you, and you can’t help but smile. The black ink painted your skin beautifully. 
You ghost your fingers over the tattoo feeling the small bumps from the letters. Four delicate words danced across your chest, over your heart, a reminder to yourself to protect it. 
You leave the tattoo shop feeling the happiest you’ve been in the past month, with a grin plastered across your face as you admire the new tattoo on your skin. You felt different after what happened with Heeseung. 
Maybe this was the start of something new. 
You even set up another appointment for the upcoming week to go back so Heeseung could check up on the tattoo to see if it healed nicely. It wasn’t really necessary. Your tattoo was relatively small and didn’t require a checkup. But who were you to decline when Heeseung grabbed your arm and told you that you might need another appointment? 
You both know that you don’t need another appointment, but…it wouldn’t hurt to be sure, plus you get to see a pretty face again. 
It felt like an eternity as you waited for the next week to come. Work was, as usual, slow in the mornings and extremely busy at night. Throughout the week, you found yourself hoping to catch a glimpse of him at the bar or something, but he did not show. 
You liked talking to him. It felt nice talking to someone new, someone who doesn’t know you well, someone who spoke to you because they wanted to and not because they felt bad. You love your friends, really, but you can’t help but realize how careful and sensitive they’ve been around you. You get it; they’re trying to protect you, and you love them for that, but you really wanted to cry every time you saw Jay’s sad eyes. Or Yunjin’s longing hugs, and heck, even Sunghoon would share with you his tiramisu, which he never does because it’s his absolute favorite. 
You appreciated it, but talking with Heeseung made you realize you didn’t need pity. You just wanted your friends to treat you like normal, not like you were someone who had gotten their heart broken. 
Throughout the week, you can’t stop thinking about Heeseung. He has this charm to him that makes people gravitate towards him. 
“Ughhh, I’m not even ready for anything new, and here I am, getting ahead of myself.” You grin like an idiot.
The day for the appointment eventually rolls around. It’s a crisp, warm day. Sunshine shines across the landscape, and the sky looks clear and blue. You sigh and step into the tattoo shop. The familiar jingle rings out. 
“Y/N? You here for the follow-up?” Heeseung is sitting at his usual spot behind the counter, but something is off. He looks…rather tense. 
The reason was that right next to him was a girl, dressed head to toe in designer brands, practically clinging onto Heeseung’s arm. The girl notices your presence and gives you the dirtiest look ever, even though the two of you have never met before. 
You cock your head at that, and something about how the girl was hanging onto Heeseung’s arms ticked you off. You shake your head slightly to ignore the weird feeling, forcing your attention away from the girl, and smile at Heeseung. 
“Hey! I’m back for my checkup.”
Heeseung smiles and leans back in his chair, “So, has everything healed properly?”
“I think so. Would you like to take a look at it?” You notice how, when you said that, the girl beside him tightens her grip as she frowns at you. “Uhm, sorry, is that your girlfriend? Should I go?” you laugh awkwardly. 
“No. She…she’s a friend...” Heeseung says quietly. He pulls his arms away and gets up. “Let’s go into the back room, and I’ll look at it for you.” He gently places his hand on your lower back and leads you to one of the rooms in the back. 
You watch as the girl storms out of the shop, and the wind chime jingles wildly from her force. You pull your shirt over your head and sit on the tattoo chair. The chilly air from the air conditioners hits your back, and you shiver from the lack of clothing. 
Heeseung notices this and picks up a clean blanket that’s folded on a shelf. “Here you go,” he says with a warm smile, gesturing for you to wrap it around yourself. 
You giggle as you pull the blanket around your body, “Thanks….” 
“Of course,” he says with a warm and friendly smile as he sits on the chair before you. 
“His smile is really pretty…”
Heeseung pauses for a few moments before leaning forward and putting his hand on your shoulder. “Okay, just lean back and relax. I’m just going to gently look over your tattoo and make sure everything’s all good.”
You feel tingles run up your back from his touch.
Heeseung gently moves your hair out of the way as he looks over the skin. He leans closer and takes a moment to run his fingers gently over your upper arm. Your body heats up, and your mouth opens slightly as you feel his thumb rub over your flushed skin. 
Heeseung notices this and smirks secretly. He averts his gaze from the tattoo to your face. “Beautiful.” His voice is so small, light as a feather, that you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t so close, but you heard it nonetheless. 
You gasp softly, “Uh, yeah, t-the tattoo is beautiful? T-thank you!” you squeak out. Fuck. Why were you so painfully awkward?
Heeseung has the nerve to laugh, “Am I making you nervous?” he leans closer. 
“Yes.” 
But obviously, you don’t say that. “Is this how you treat all your clients?” you chuckle nervously, trying to get rid of the tension. 
“No, you’re a special case.” He says in a low voice. 
You clear your throat, “Uhm, that girl earlier, you sure she’s not your girlfriend? She was very intensely glaring at me earlier.” 
Heeseung doesn’t answer but instead places his hands on both sides of the chair as he leans over you. “Why? Are you jealous?” he whispers. 
“Am I allowed to be?” you whisper back. The air feels electrifying as you refuse to break eye contact. 
The next few seconds felt like a whirlwind. Your lips met in a ravenous, hungry kiss as he pulled you onto his lap, sitting you right on his bulge. 
It seemed like you guys couldn’t get enough of each other, your mouths exploring each other feverishly. You comb your hands through Heeseung’s hair while his hands roam freely all over your body. His lips, which were slightly chapped, were now wet as they moved urgently against yours. 
You gasp as you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. Heeseung takes this chance to slip his tongue in and begin exploring your mouth, and you let out a whimper when you feel his soft tongue move against yours. 
“H-heeseung,” you moan as his mouth travels to your neck, leaving wet kisses. He groans, and you feel the vibrations on your neck. “Say my name like that again.” 
“W-what?” You let out a loud yelp as you feel Heeseung bite down on your neck.
“Heeseung-,” you whimper, breathless, as you start rocking your hips against his bulge.
Heeseung’s hands immediately go to your waist as he presses you down harder, his mouth kissing over the tattoo, his artwork, now engraved into your skin. He felt a sense of possessiveness over you and began thrusting up against you, matching your pace. 
“You’re so needy, grinding on me like this in the middle of my shop,” he growls. “What if someone walks in? Would you even care? Would you even stop?” He asks as one of his hands moves down to grab your thigh. 
Him talking like this only made you go faster. The way his bulge was hitting you was driving you crazy. Heeseung lets out a few grunts as he digs his fingers deeper into your skin. 
“What? You can’t even speak now? I barely touched you, and you’re already like this? You want me that bad?” 
Instead of answering, your hands travel down to his pants, and you start palming him. You grab onto his length and start moving your hands up and down. Your mouth starts to water just from feeling the outline of his cock. 
“T-touch me.” 
“Fuck,” Heeseung grunts as his thumb rubs circles over your clothed cunt. He sees the wet spot on your shorts from your soaking pussy and nearly cums. 
“Shit, you’re so wet.” 
You feel your heartbeat pounding in your brain, your mind a haze, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as Heeseung pulls down your bra and latches his mouth around one of your nipples. His tongue dances around your bud before sucking on them and leaving kisses all over your chest; his hand gropes the other breast as his thumb still goes fast against your cunt. 
“Oh my god-” you bite onto your bottom lip to contain your moans. 
Heeseung bites down on your nipple, causing you to yelp. “Don’t hide your pretty noises. Let me hear how desperate you are,” he says as he sucks down hard on your nipple. He continues his assault on your nipples until they’ve become numb. 
“Heeseung, wait- they’re sensitive,” you moan, trying to push his head off. He doesn’t budge. Instead, he continues to leave hickeys all over your breast. 
Your cunt is dripping at this point, and you can feel your arousal seeping out of your panties. 
Heeseung starts to thrust his bulge against your hand that was groping him; you gasp as you feel how hard he is. Your hand starts fumbling near his zipper but fails to grab it since you’re still violently humping him.
“Heeseung, p-please.”
“Please what, angel? Tell me what you want.” 
You stare at him straight in the eye, mind fuzzy, “I want to taste you,” you say as you grind on him lazily. His bulge hits your cunt repeatedly, and you both can hear the squelching from how wet you are. You double over from sensitivity and grab onto his shoulders. 
Heeseung’s eyes darken, filled with lust as you grind on him faster with desperation, trying to chase your high.
“Get on your knees.”
You scramble off of Heeseung, and immediately you’re on the ground, sitting on your knees, hands neatly placed on both of your thighs, waiting patiently. You dig the back of your heel into your pussy to relieve yourself as you watch Heeseung slowly unzip his pants. You whimper lowly when you see him take his length out. 
Your eyes widen when Heeseung’s erect cock slaps against his stomach. His length is twitching, precum pooling on his head and dribbling down the side. 
Heeseung watches your eyes follow his hand as he wraps it around his cock and slowly strokes it up and down. His thumb stops at the tip to tap against it, and you rush forward when you see a strand of precum connecting his thumb and his tip. Heeseung chuckles softly as your nose crashes into his cock; he grabs his length and starts rubbing it on your face. 
“Angel, you look so pretty like this, on both knees begging for my cock.” 
You stick your tongue out, hands desperately reaching into your panties to touch yourself. Your legs quiver when you start teasing your clit, fingers flicking back and forth quickly. 
Heeseung takes this opportunity to tap his dick on your tongue several times before pushing it into your mouth. “Fuck, your mouth is so warm.”
Your lips immediately close around his tip, sucking on it softly. 
“Y/N, stop fucking teasing me,” Heeseung growls grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. 
You swirl your tongue over his tip teasingly, and before Heeseung can warn you again, he feels his dick hit the back of your throat. 
You squeeze your throat, swallowing his dick and taking it in further. It drives you insane when you feel his protruding vein slide across your tongue. 
Heeseung presses his feet harder into the ground to raise his hips, thrusting into your mouth. His tip repeatedly hits the back of your throat, drool pooling out of the corners of your mouth onto the ground. 
You thrust two fingers into your vagina, and immediately you’re moaning. The vibrations travel around Heeseung’s dick. 
He lets out a strained whine as he grabs your head, pressing you down until your nose hits his lower abdomen. You’re starting to see stars as it gets harder for you to breathe with Heeseung violently fucking your mouth. 
You tap against his thigh, indicating that you need air, and thankfully Heeseung takes the hint, stopping as he gasps softly, dick twitching wildly. 
Heeseung’s chest heaves up and down, trying to catch his breath; he’s in so much pain from denying his orgasm. He runs his fingers through your hair, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes dripping with need.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, running his thumb on your tongue, gathering the saliva, and rubbing it on your face; he loves getting messy. 
He watches your hand move in and out of your vagina underneath your shorts. He bites onto his bottom lip, admiring you under him.
For a second, the only thing you can hear is harbored breathing; the air feels sticky and hot, and both of your bodies are sweaty and messy. 
You gently kiss his leaking tip as your hands wrap around his thick length, pumping up and down. It feels warm against your palm, and as your hands travel to the top, your thumb rubs his slit, causing more arousal to leak out. You take one of his balls into your mouth as your hand tugs harder. 
“Just like that, good girl, so fucking good for me.” 
Heeseung feels like he has a fever as he grabs both sides of the chair, head rolling back and hips thrusting up, desperate for more. You lick a long stripe along the underside of his dick, watching as his precum begins dripping down. To prevent the floor from getting dirtier, you quickly move to catch it in your mouth as you capture his tip with your lips again. 
Heeseung’s hands immediately leave the chair and place them on both sides of your head, holding you in place as he bucks his hips into your mouth. 
“Angel, keep going, oh- oh my good, you’re doing so good for me, so fucking obedient.” Heeseung lets out a string of curses as he treats your mouth like his personal fuckhole. 
Your fingers start moving faster inside yourself, trying to match Heeseung’s pace as he hits the back of your throat. “You’re so filthy, touching yourself as you’re choking on my dick. Bet you could cum just from this, huh?” 
Tears are streaming down your face from how rough he is, and Heeseung fucking gets off on it. He thinks you look so pretty, crying as you choke on his dick, drool and cum all over your face, thighs shaking as your fingers go at a relentless pace chasing your release. 
Heeseung hears whimpers and whines from you, indicating you are close. “Cum with me, angel,” he whispers. After a few more hard thrusts into your mouth, he finally releases with a loud grunt. 
As you feel his cum pool out of his cock, you’re hit with your own orgasm, thighs shaking as you overstimulate yourself. Heeseung takes his dick out as you’re gasping for air. His cum flows out of your mouth as you take in big gulps of air, making up for when your airflow was constricted. 
Heeseung swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting his cum and sticking it inside your mouth. 
“Suck.”
You slowly close your lips around his thumb, sucking his cum off while looking up at him. 
“You taste so good,” you whine. This causes Heeseung to smirk, “Too bad I didn’t get to see you cum. You probably looked so hot as you released all over your fingers.” 
“Next time.” 
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“You did what?!” 
“SHHHHHH! Yunjin, do you want the whole restaurant to know?!” You look around, sighing, when you see everyone is minding their business. 
“Sorry,” Yunjin whispered apologetically. “But…you fucked that tattoo guy?!” 
“Well, no, technically, we didn’t fuck,” you said nonchalantly, turning to put away the jar filled with cherries submerged in brandy. 
Yunjin trails behind you, hands on your shoulders, “Well, be a little more specific, girlfriend, all you said was ‘we did it in his shop,’ how was I supposed to know the extent,” she says as she jabs at your stomach. You lean back on the counter, hands on both sides, “Well…I went down on him,” you grin. 
“Our little Y/N is finally getting some action.” Yunjin whistles as you slap her arm, laughing. “Was he big? How wide was he? Did he have pubic hair?”
“Ewww, what the fuck, why do you wanna know that?” You cover your face bursting out in laughter.
“Just answer me! I’m curious,” Yunjin whines as she playfully shoves you with a big grin on her face.
“Okay, okay,” you dramatically wipe your nonexistent tears. “Fuck, he was huge, nearly tore my mouth open, my throat felt so bruised afterward, and no, I’m not telling you if he has pubic hair or not,” you giggle. 
“Already gatekeeping, I see,” Yunjin teases, wiggling her eyebrows. The both of you burst into a fit of laughter, doubling over on the counter. For the first time since the breakup, you were genuinely happy. You weren’t faking it for the sake of not letting your friends worry or smiling for the customers.
“What are you girls laughing about?” Sunghoon grins, draping his arms around your shoulders. 
“Yeah, care to share?” You look to your right seeing Jay walking over, wiping his hands with a towel before settling on the counter next to you. 
“You boys wouldn’t get it! It’s called girls talk for a reason!” Yunjin yells, sticking her tongue out. The two boys pretend to look offended as they look toward you for answers. 
“Yunjin’s right. It’s our secret,” you playfully shrug. 
“Since when did you guys keep secrets from us!” Sunghoon whines as Jay chuckles beside you. 
“Since now!” You and Yunjin yell in unison. You all burst into laughter as Yunjin and Jay start tickling your sides. Sunghoon begins aggressively ruffling your hair with his other hand laughing. For the first time in a long time, you cry not from sadness. Instead, they were tears of joy. 
It had taken so long and so much to bring you to this point. Where you could freely joke and laugh around your friends again. You had waited so long for everything to go back to normal and for everyone to treat you normally again. Your happiness was so fragile, like water clinging on for dear life, threatening to spill over the edge. 
One more droplet and everything would shatter. 
“Y/N.” 
No.
This can’t be happening. All your limbs freeze at the voice. Your mind goes blank, and your eyes go wide. You hear people yelling, very distant voices, echoing all around you. 
You feel someone grab onto your shoulders and pull you to their side, hugging you there, protecting you. 
Who was it? 
You want to look, but you can’t move. 
You want to get out of there, but you can’t move. 
And then, you’re crying, you’re sobbing uncontrollably, shaking as your mouth goes dry, knees buckling as you struggle to stand straight. 
“Princess.” 
You gasp, snapping your head up. 
Jay. 
It’s Jay by your side. He cups his hands over both of your ears as he presses his forehead against yours. 
“I’m okay,” you whisper, “Let me talk to him.” 
“You don’t have to, Y/N, let us handle-” You cut him off by hugging him. 
“No. I have to…thank you, really.” You break free from the hug mustering up the bravest smile you can at him. 
Jay knows you’re hurting. 
Your eyes give you away immediately. 
You had never been the same ever since you started dating that bastard. Jay never liked the guy. Always too overbearing, always calling you, texting you, asking where you were, who you were with. Every day, you came to work looking more and more exhausted, and you started losing interest and enthusiasm for everything. 
You used to be so curious, always wanting to learn new things, always looking forward to what life has to offer, until you weren’t. Jay watched as you became quieter, isolating yourself from everyone. 
He watched as you lost your confidence and glow, and no matter how many times he asked, you just gave him the same reply. “I’m fine.” 
Unlike the others, Jay wasn’t even surprised when you announced that the bastard had betrayed you. 
Cheating on you and spreading your nudes around, the nudes that he demanded to take himself? He’s gotta be fucking kidding. 
Jay was enraged and ready to destroy the guy’s life, but all you wished for was to move on and forget about him. You were too kind even when the asshole didn’t deserve it. Jay would never forgive him for taking away your beautiful smile and your contagious laughter that lit up the room. 
Jay promised to always protect you, and this time was no different. 
He would always have your back, along with Sunghoon and Yunjin. 
“Okay,” Jay said, smiling back warmly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 
You walk past Jay and see that Yunjin is holding Sunghoon back. The usually sweet Sunghoon now had his face twisted into a nasty glare. 
“What the fuck are you coming here for?!” Sunghoon barked out. 
“Sunghoon shut up! There are customers here!” Yunjin whisper-screamed, trying to tug him back as he tried to lunge forward. 
You chuckle softly at how stupid they look, your stupidly cute and loving friends. What would you do without them? 
You gently wrap your hands around Sunghoon’s arms, “Hoon, that’s enough, don’t disrupt the customers.” 
He visibly relaxes when he feels your touch, and Yunjin lets out a sigh of relief. 
“He doesn’t just get to show up here like this after everything he’s done to you.” Sunghoon spits out. Sunghoon would’ve beat this guy to a pulp if not for you. People like him didn’t deserve friendly treatment. 
“Sunghoon.” Your voice was firm as your hands tightened around his arm. Sunghoon looked at you with soft eyes, searching for any sign of hesitance, but you kept your gaze solid and unwavering. He wears a frown on his face, but he steps back in understanding. 
When the view is cleared, with no one in front of you to protect you anymore, you’re again hit with fear. 
No matter how strong you make yourself seem, at that moment, you wanted to crawl back to your safe place again, back into the embrace of your friends. 
When you meet his eyes, you see yourself as the scared girl who would do anything to please her boyfriend. That’s how much of an effect he still had over you, one that made you want to cry and beg for his forgiveness. 
“Let’s talk outside, don’t disrupt our business.” 
Immediately Sunghoon protests against the idea, but you ignore him as you take off your apron. You give your friends a reassuring smile as you lift up the counter tab and walk out. 
Behind you, you hear Yunjin, “You do anything to her, Kim, and I’ll ruin your life!” 
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“What do you want.” You pray that he doesn’t hear how your voice shakes. Your bottom lip quivers as you hug your body, looking at the ground. 
“I wanted to see you. I missed you.” 
You resist the urge to throw up, your body wants to give in, and on reflex, you want to run to him for comfort. But another part of you tells you that that would be the worst thing you could ever do to yourself. 
Then the anger hits, the kind of anger that eats through you like a fire in your stomach. 
Chewing on your bottom lip until you taste blood, you let out a sour laugh looking up at his confused face. 
“We both know that’s bullshit.” You spat on the ground. 
His face morphs into a look of surprise at your sudden outburst; not used to you being so aggressive, but he quickly recovers, putting back on the facade he came with. 
But you know him better than that. 
He didn’t really miss you. 
He was just pissed that he didn’t have you wagging your tail behind him, desperate for his attention. 
He was pissed that you were no longer at his beck and call. 
He opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t let him. 
“You never once cared about me, so why now? Why pretend like you loved me at all? Why pretend like you didn’t pressure me into doing things I didn’t like and used them against me?”
“Y-you have to believe me. I really loved you, Y/N.”
“Don’t fucking say my name. Sounds disgusting coming from you.” You want to cry, but you won’t let him have the pleasure of seeing you cry for him anymore. 
“Don’t humor me. You loved me? How?” 
“Did you love me when you degraded me? When you constantly told me every single day that I looked like trash, that I couldn’t do anything right, that I was useless, and that I would never have a career or life for myself? And I fucking believed you. I trusted you. I told you about my everything and what do you do? You fucking used them against me every day. Was it love when you constantly drilled into my mind that I was the reason my mom left? Oh my god, and everyone was telling me that I was stupid, but I was blind! I chose you even when you wouldn’t even glance my way, and even when you did, it was always with those eyes of disappointment and disgust!” you laugh hysterically, hands wailing around crazily. 
“You made me feel like I couldn’t live without you! Like I wouldn’t be able to survive without you! Because I was just the useless little Y/N you needed to look after. And I truly believed that and was thankful that you took the time to care for me, stupid, huh?” You scowled at him, inching backward when he took a step toward you, arms reaching out.
“Did you love me when you gaslit me? When you called me crazy and screamed at me about how those girls were “just friends”? Wow, cause friends definitely wake up in the same bed together. You didn’t even fucking let me over to your house! You would shower me with hugs and kisses afterward, promising that they didn’t mean anything and that you only had eyes for me. And again, I believed you. I chose you! But...never once…did you choose me.” Your voice cracks as you say the last sentence. 
Your chest heaves up and down in anger, out of breath from all the screaming. 
You hear the bar door open, and you see Yunjin walking out with tears streaming down her face, teeth clenched, and Jay trailing behind her. 
“You need to go. She doesn’t need you anymore, so take you and your dumb ass out of here and never appear before her again.” Jay says lowly while Yunjin wraps you in her embrace. 
“Stop crying, dummy. I’m okay,” you giggle into Yunjin’s hair. 
“I’ll be okay.”
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Your friends had begged you to go home early and said they would cover for you. But you didn’t want to show them you were affected by the encounter, so you stayed for the rest of your shift. 
The energy was tense, Sunghoon looked visibly upset, and you could see Yunjin and Jay stealing glances in your direction. 
You don’t blame them, they were the ones that had warned you when you were still in the relationship, but you didn’t listen. 
Instead, you stayed with him. Although you had pushed them away, you were lucky and so grateful that they still stayed around in your darkest times.
Now you’re standing in the middle of your apartment, absolutely exhausted. 
You look around, and in the dark, you see on the shelf a drawing you never finished painting and, next to it, a book you never finished. 
Right. 
You used to have hobbies before your whole life was taken over and ruined. 
Shivers ran through your body, and you felt your knees go weak. Your bottom hits the ground as you slide against the door slowly. It was too quiet, and all you could hear was your breathing and the occasional cars driving by. 
You reach into your bag with trembling hands, fumbling around blindly for something. You pray that you didn’t throw it out. 
“Please, please be there.” 
You let out a shaky sigh when you grab hold of it and pull it out of your bag. 
It’s a business card, The Inkery, written in cursive in the middle. 
You struggle to read the number on the card, your hands unsteady. Eventually, you successfully punch in the number and lean back on the door when you hear the dial tone. 
“This is so stupid. What tattoo shop is open at 2:30 am? And this might not even be his personal number.” 
The dial tone rang four more times with no one answering, and just when you were about to hang up, someone picked up. You hold your breath waiting for a response.
“Who is this?” A groggy voice rings out. 
You felt tingles all over your body, eyes closing as you held back a sob. 
“Jeez, who’s tryna call me at 3 in the morning. Anyone there? I’m gonna hang up if you don’t talk.”
In a hurry, you manage to whisper, “H-heeseung.” 
Silence. 
Then you hear some shuffling on the other line. 
“Angel?” 
You nod frantically even though he can’t see, not trusting yourself to talk without breaking down. 
Heeseung must’ve sensed something was off because he immediately asked, “Angel, talk to me. What’s wrong.” 
“I-I need you,” you sob. 
“Okay, where do you live?” more shuffling. 
“W-what?” you weren’t expecting him to say that. 
Heeseung chuckles, “I need your address, angel. How else will I get to you?” 
Your heart swells with warmth and hope, “9th floor of the Arabella 101 apartments, second door to the left with a sailor moon doormat.” You said the last part quietly, afraid Heeseung would judge you. 
Instead, he chuckles softly, “You’re so cute. I’ll be there in 5.” 
You hug your phone to your chest as the line disconnects. 
The apartment feels suffocating. It was filled with memories of your past relationship, and although you hated it, what could you do? You couldn’t move out; you had nowhere to go. 
You bring your knees up to your chest, curling up into a ball, resting your head down. It was the longest 5 minutes you’ve ever had to go through, and just when you were about to doze off, you heard a soft knock outside your apartment door. 
You quickly press your palms on the ground hoisting yourself up, not even bothering to look through the peephole before throwing the door open.
There he was, outside your door, hair disheveled, grey hoodie pulled over his head, holding a bag of opened…wait…were those jelly strips? If you weren’t feeling like shit, you would’ve laughed at the randomness, but all you could do was stare at him.
You were so eager earlier, and a part of you was hesitant that he would even come…considering you haven’t known each other for long. And now that he’s standing right in front of your door, clearly still half-asleep, you don’t know what to say. 
Heeseung looked at your face and immediately realized that you’ve been crying. You just looked…so tired. 
Yet, even with your eyes swollen and bloodshot, your lips chapped and chewed up, your hair a mess and sticking onto your neck from sweat, Heeseung still found you beautiful.
Heeseung will admit it, ever since what happened between you guys in his shop, Heeseung couldn’t stop thinking about you and missing you. You were the only thing on his mind, and he had mentally slapped himself for not getting your number or asking to take you out. 
He was lowkey worried you would think he was an asshole who was only looking for a quick hookup. But he was really interested in you and wanted to know you better. 
You didn’t know this, but Heeseung lives on top of the tattoo shop, so the number on the card was just his personal phone. He was pretty confused when picking up the call. But he knew he had to see you when he heard your soft voice on the phone in the middle of the night. 
“I’m here,” he grins, spreading his arms out. And that was your breaking point. 
Tears that were bottled up when you tried putting on a brave face in front of your ex were now all just letting go. Taking with it the pain, the fear, the emptiness.
Rushing forward and into Heeseung’s open arms, face burying into his neck, it all just felt so right. 
Your arms wrapped around him tightly, almost as if he would slip away if you let go. And just like that, with no questions from Heeseung, you two stood at the doorway to your apartment, just holding each other. His hand holding the box of jelly strips wrapped around your back while his free hand played with your hair lovingly. 
You lean into his touch, inhaling his scent. He smelled like honey and lavender, like warmth and love and everything you’ve ever wished for. His scent wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you’ve never felt more safe. 
“Angel, let’s go inside, alright? You’ll get sick standing here barefoot.” Heeseung whispered quietly before leaving a kiss on the top of your head. 
You nod silently and start backing into your apartment, still clinging onto Heeseung tightly. Like this, the two of you waddle in like penguins, laughing along the way as Heeseung nearly trips over your feet. 
Heeseung uses one hand to close and lock the door behind him before wrapping it back around you. You walk backward blindly, face still buried in Heeseung’s neck, as he sits on the couch, pulling you on top of him. He rocks you back and forth like a baby as you sniffle quietly. 
“I brought jelly strips?” Heeseung says after a moment of silence. He smiles to himself when he hears a tiny laugh coming from you. 
“Sorry, it was the only thing I had in my pantry, the pack’s already open, but I swear it's clean and all. But if you don’t want any, it’s okay. I can go get-” He stops when he hears your voice. 
“Heeseung, you’re rambling,” you giggle, the action tickling Heeseung’s neck. 
“I know, I- sorry, I’m kinda nervous right now. “ He said as he let out a shaky breath. 
“Why are you nervous?” You peek at him, waiting for your eyes to adjust from the dim light. 
“You make me nervous.” He blushes. 
You let out a gentle laugh, gosh the effect this man had over you. “Hee…that’s not fair, you can’t just say that…” it was your turn to blush now.
Heeseung’s eyes widened, looking down at you, “Hee?” 
“Yeah,” you clear your throat, “Can I call you that?” 
“Yes! Yes, of course, angel, I love it.” 
There’s an awkward silence after Heeseung says that, where you guys just stare at each other. Then giggles turn into full-on laughter, leading to Heeseung tickling you as you squirm on his lap, squealing. 
“Heeseung! Heeseung- haha haha s-stop, stop, please,” you beg, laughing. 
Heeseung eyes crinkle up into crescent moons as he grins, “Heeseung? What happened to Hee?” 
“Okay, okay, hahaha, Hee, stop please,” you say, breathless. After a couple more rounds of you begging and Heeseung ignoring your pleas, he finally gets tired. 
Heeseung cups your face and gently presses his forehead against yours, and in a soft voice, he asks, “Can you tell me what happened?”
Looking into Heeseung’s soft gaze, you feel a sense of security and comfort, so you tell him everything. 
You tell him how your ex had shown up randomly at your job, how he tried to tell you that he loved you, and how you had screamed at him outside the bar. Your voice was quiet the whole time, head hanging low, almost like you were ashamed. 
“Angel, look at me, please,” Heeseung whispered softly as he gently lifted your head up. “He doesn’t deserve your tears. You did such a good job standing your ground and fighting for yourself.” He swipes his thumb across your cheek softly, wiping your tears away as he continues, “Show me a picture of him. Next time I see him, I’ll chase him down the street with my tattoo gun.” 
You laugh and land a soft punch on his chest, “Hee, that’s illegal.” 
“Anything for you, angel,” he said softly. 
Heeseung seemed to always have the power to make you speechless. You were still shocked that he even came. Deep down, you wondered if he was just genuinely a nice person, but, let’s be honest, no matter how nice you are, who would go to a girl they just met’s house and hug her and give her kisses at 3 in the morning. 
But he did, and at that moment, you felt so overwhelmed with complicated emotions. 
“Kiss me.” 
In that fleeting moment, the universe aligned, and everything fell into place with a delicate grace, rendering the world ineffably perfect. A million sparks erupted in the air as his lips pressed delicately against yours. 
It was different from your first passionate makeout. This kiss was soft and delicate. 
Heeseung gave you feather-like pecks, almost as if you would break if he pressed harder. His lips felt warm against yours, and it all felt perfect, but his slow pecks made you crave more. 
You push your hands against his chest, making him fall back onto the couch with a little grunt. His hands grab onto your sides as you kiss him harder. Your lips move against his in a rush, mouth opening and closing breathlessly. 
“Y/N, slow dow- mmh,” Heeseung tries gently lifting you off him, but you’re immediately chasing after his lips, missing its warmth. 
Your tongues are tangled together as you try to get even closer to him. You wanted to feel every part of his body because, without it, you felt empty. 
Heeseung started feeling breathless because of the aggressive kiss and his hoodie being scrunched up. He was basically being strangled by you. 
“Y-Y/N, wait, wait!” Heeseung yelled, pinching your sides. That startled you, causing you to stare at him, eyes wide. 
“W-what’s wrong? I’m sorry,” you said in a tiny voice, scared he would leave. 
“No, no, no, it’s okay, angel, it just got a little suffocating. Lemme take off my hoodie, then we can continue, okay?” Heeseung explains as he tugs the hoodie over his head, messing up his hair. 
You reach up to fix his hair, lightly combing through it. You feel Heeseung leaning into your touch, closing his eyes. 
“I’m sorry for being so aggressive,” you sigh. 
Heeseung cups your face again, leaning in until his nose touches yours, “You don’t need to apologize, angel, I don’t mind.” 
“No, it’s still not okay for me to do that, you came here to see me so late, and I do this,” you felt horrible. 
“Angel, I’m here to make you feel better. So, use me. Use me until you’re satisfied.”
 
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In the process of you guys stumbling toward your bedroom, your jacket was thrown somewhere in the apartment. 
As the back of Heeseung's knees gently hits your bed, you give him a soft push and watch him sit down. You climb on top of him, knees on both sides, looking down at him as you push your hair behind your ear. One of your hands gently rests on his shoulder as the other caresses his face. 
The room was emitting a soft yellow glow from the weak lamp in your living room. A flash of bright light crossed Heeseung’s face as a car drove by outside. In that very moment, Heeseung’s face lit up from the light, his face flushed, lips red and swollen from the kissing, and his eyes were dazed, almost as if he were drunk. 
You brought his face closer and began leaving kisses all over his cheeks, nose, and chin. You could hear his short breaths tickling your ear. 
His mouth reaches for yours as you get closer, but you just kiss the corner of his lips. Heeseung feels a whine from his throat, frustrated. 
Then, without warning, you push his shoulders, capturing his lips between yours as he falls back onto the soft mattress. 
The tenderness of your touch fades away, replaced by an intense longing to savor, caress, and indulge in his presence. Your lips trail along his neck, delivering gentle kisses that elicit warmth against your mouth, with a hint of dampness from his sweat and the mingling of your breath. 
“Can I leave marks?” you whisper, your gaze fixed upon him. Heeseung nods ever so slightly, biting his lower lip in anticipation. With his permission granted, your mouth instinctively returns to his neck, delicately sucking on the supple flesh but hard enough to leave a hickey. Heeseung grunts, feeling a soft bite on his neck, and his hand instinctively reaches up to cradle your head. You seize both of his hands and firmly press them against the side, tongue darting out to lick the bite mark. 
Your hands travel down to the hem of his t-shirt, tugging at it. Heeseung gets the hint and helps you take it off. 
As you sit up, straddling him, a surge of desire prompts you to quickly pull your own shirt over your head. A gasp escapes Heeseung’s lips as his fingers grasp your waist, captivated by the sight of your shirtless figure. 
Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the gentle caress of his thumbs gliding across your skin. Maintaining unbroken eye contact with him, you reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra, letting it fall down before picking it up and discarding it onto the ground. 
Heeseung reaches up, his hand enveloping one of your breasts, while his thumb brushes over your nipple, eliciting an immediate response as it hardens under his touch. His thumb gently traces circles around your bud before pressing down on it. 
You throw your head back, hands reaching up to grab his wrist, as you arch your back, pressing closer to his hand. 
“N-not too hard.” 
The bed shuffles as Heeseung brings his other hand to his mouth, wetting his thumb before grabbing your other breast. A shiver courses through your spine as his cold, slick fingers come in contact with your body. 
Sounds of pleasure escape your lips when Heeseung skillfully kneads your breasts as his thumbs continue stimulating your nipples at a fast pace. You inhale sharply, feeling a rush of sensations as his large hands envelop the entirety of your breasts. 
His every touch sets your skin ablaze, igniting a fiery sensation that runs straight to your core, engulfing you in an intense, irresistible heat. 
“You like that?” Heeseung licks his lips, enjoying the view above him. You really looked like an angel straddling him shirtless, squirming as he teased and played with your breasts. 
This was dangerous for Heeseung. 
He could feel his erection throbbing underneath you. He wanted to pleasure you first and make you feel good, but you made it incredibly difficult for him to resist the urge to succumb to his desires. You felt so warm and soft against his hands; he could play with your hardened peaks for hours. 
You grip the sheets, rolling your hips against Heeseung, palms reaching up to cup his hands that cover your breasts. 
“God, you’re so sexy,“ Heeseung huffed, his dick getting harder with every grind of your hips. 
“You’re so fucking sensitive I bet you could cum just from your nipples getting played with. Hm? Do you think you could do that, angel? Think you could cum from me just touching your tits?” 
“Yes, yes, yes,” you panted, hips grinding at every syllable. 
Heeseung smirked, shaking your tits from side to side. You could feel your heat pooling in as goosebumps ran along your arms and back. 
“Bet you’re so wet right now, angel, cunt dripping and begging to be touched.” You nodded desperately at his words while Heeseung faked a pout, “Aww, my sweet angel, too bad we can’t.” 
You could cry. Cunt throbbing immensely as you could only grind faster to relieve the tension. Your skin prickles as you feel Heeseung’s lips on you, electrifying your senses. His wet muscle glides teasingly on your tits, avoiding your erected nipples on purpose. 
“H-hee, please,” you whine, moving your tits closer to his face. 
He pulled away, “Please, what, angel? Use your words.” 
“Please, I need you to suck on my nipples,” you cried, not caring how embarrassing and desperate you sounded. 
Immediately after you said that, Heeseung latched back onto your tits, wetting your nipples before closing his lips on them. 
He expertly alternated between softly sucking and gently tugging at your swollen peaks with his teeth, creating a tantalizing blend of sensations. 
Your hands comb through his hair, gripping and pulling as the rhythm of your hips matches the intensity of his tongue. 
With urgency, Heeseung works swiftly, alternating between both breasts, planting kisses and sucking, leaving bruises on your skin. 
As your hips quicken their pace, hungrily humping against Heeseung’s hard-on, he senses you nearing your climax. 
Heeseung sticks his tongue out and flicks at your bud quickly, eliciting a loud moan from you and causing you to arch your back, hips pressing down hard on his cock. 
Heeseung grunts, feeling the pressure, retaliating by biting down on your tits as payback for you biting his neck earlier. 
With a loud whimper and one last glide across his length, you feel your wetness pooling out of your vagina. For a moment, neither of you moves or speaks, the room engulfed in the sound of your heavy breathing. 
Heeseung gives one last kiss to your nipples before laying back, eyes darkening, “Strip.” 
You didn’t need to be told twice. Scrambling off of him, you reach for your pants, sliding them down your legs along with your panties. 
Your face turns red when you see how ruined they were from your cum. You quickly toss them behind you before making your way back to the bed. 
You see that Heeseung had gotten up and was now sitting on the edge of the bed, practically eye-fucking you. You walk in between his parted legs and into his open arms, leaning against his figure for support. 
Heeseung brings one of his hands down, in between your legs. 
You softly gasp, feeling his cold finger separating your wet folds, gliding against your clit all the way to your entrance. Lewd sounds of your dripping cunt fill the room. 
“So wet. Can you hear that angel?” Heeseung’s finger glides back up, brushing against your clit, making your thighs quiver as he says, “Lay on the bed.” 
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You grip the pillow as you try to control your breathing. Heeseung was currently nestled in between your legs, tenderly kissing his way up your legs. 
As he bites and kisses along your inner thighs, a surge of pleasure causes your toes to curl involuntarily. Heeseung is so close to your cunt he can practically smell your heat. 
He licks his lips before looking at you, kissing right above your clit. 
Chewing on your bottom lip, you meet Heeseung’s intense gaze, mirroring his unwavering look. 
He slowly brings his hand to your vagina, using his index finger and middle finger to spread your folds. His mouth drools as he feels how hot you are, pussy glistening with arousal. Experimentally, Heeseung licks a stripe from your entrance to your throbbing clit. 
On cue, your eyelids flutter closed, and your mouth opens, releasing a soft, breathy whimper of pleasure. 
Seeing your reaction, Heeseung flattens his tongue and starts lapping at your pussy. 
“F-fuck!” You attempt to close your legs, but his hands on your thighs stop you. Heeseung moans on your heat as he savors your taste on his tongue. The vibration from his mouth triggers your legs to jolt involuntarily. Your head falls back, his name constantly falling out of your mouth repeatedly, mingling with your breathless pants. 
Heeseung’s tongue teases its way up and down your slit, playfully rolling your clit around in his lips before engulfing it in his mouth and sucking down hard. All the while, his middle finger is prodding around your entrance, teasingly pushing the tip in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. 
Your hips jerk around as you try to grab onto anything for support, moans and profanities falling from your lips. Heeseung dives deeper into your pussy, tongue out, face moving side to side. His nose would occasionally bump into your clit, causing your lower stomach to coil with sensitivity, climax threatening to take over. 
Your hands make their way to his soft hair, full-on pulling and yanking. Heeseung points his tongue and begins entering your pulsating heat, groaning as he feels your insides, “Fuck, angel, you feel so soft,” he mumbles, slipping his tongue out.” 
“Ngh~” you whine, feeling empty, “Hee, fuck me, please, I need you.” 
“Patience, angel, lemme taste you first.” Heeseung slides back into your sex, fucking you with his tongue, desperately trying to reach deeper.
Your muscles clench, closing around his head as Heeseung works on your sloppy cunt. He pulls back suddenly, leaving you breathless and sweating. Taking his middle finger, Heeseung slowly teases his way into your entrance. You gasp softly, looking down at him. Heeseung makes eye contact with you as he’s knuckles deep inside of you. 
You cover your face, embarrassed, when you hear the noises your cunt makes when Heeseung fucks his finger in and out. “Don’t cover your face. I wanna see how good I make you feel.” 
“Look at yourself, so naughty, you’re dribbling all over my fingers, angel. You think you can take another one?” Heeseung teases. You nod ferociously, desperate to feel more of him. Heeseung is surprised when he easily slips another finger. You’re so wet that it slides right in. He moans at the sight of your cunt clenching and unclenching as more cum seeps out. 
His tongue is quick to lick up your mess, moving up to suck at your clit. “Hee~” you pull on his hair, “I’m so close, please. Please, let me cum.” 
“Go ahead, angel, cum all over my fingers,” Heeseung says, fingers going at an unrelenting tempo. Your abdomen feels like it’s on fire as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. You scream one last time before letting it go, crying as you feel the wetness drip down your skin. 
Your thighs start to shake from sensitivity, “H-heeseung! Stop! Stop, please. I already came!” You plead, tears streaming down your face. Heeseung continues to fuck your cunt, overstimulating you, without slowing down, “Give me another one, angel. I know you can do it.” 
You shake your head from side to side, writhing in an effort to escape his torture. Desperation fuels your actions as your hands desperately tug, attempting to pry his wrist away. “No! Please, Hee! I-it feels weird!” you cry out, legs closing around his arm and your whole body spasming from overstimulation. 
“Angel, you’re doing so good. Just let go. It’ll feel good, I promise.” Heeseung curls his fingers inside you, hitting a certain spot that makes you scream and roll your eyes back. 
“Hee! I- it’s coming!” Your thighs violently shake as an unfamiliar feeling creeps up. Suddenly, you experience a gushing sensation you’ve never felt before as you watch liquid spurt out of your vagina with a cry. 
An overwhelming sense of release and relaxation washes over you, causing your entire body to go limp in response. You softly sniffle, trying to catch your breath. 
Heeseung smiles, leaving one last kiss on your dripping cunt, before climbing back to you, kissing you on the cheek, “You just squirted, angel. You did so well.” 
Your eyes widen, “I-I squirted?” 
Heeseung laughs softly, “Yes, you looked so beautiful.” 
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a heated makeout session. As his tongue brushed against yours, a faint taste of yourself lingers, a subtle combination of sweetness and sourness. Caught off guard by the unfamiliar flavor, you wince, unaccustomed to its taste. 
Heeseung buries his face in the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, “Climb on top of me, angel.” 
As you get up, a subtle tremor courses through your legs, watching your arousal trickle down your thighs. You go back to straddling Heeseung and you flinch when you feel Heeseung’s erection press against your vagina, wetness staining his grey sweatpants. 
Grabbing onto his waistband, you tug his sweatpants down, your actions filled with eagerness and anticipation. Heeseung cooperates, helping you get him out of his pants and underwear; now you are both naked. You slide back onto his lap, whimpering as you feel his bare cock sliding between your folds. 
“Shit, angel, I don't think I can hold back.” Heeseung grabs his cock and slowly rocks back and forth, coating his cock with your juices. “Fuck, angel, so fucking wet.” He watches as your hole clenches around nothing, more cum oozing out. 
“Hee, I need you inside, please. I need to feel you,” you beg, brain clouded with pleasure. 
“Since you asked so nicely,” Heeseung pushes the tip of his cock slowly into your sopping entrance. 
Your entrance clenches down from the foreign feeling. Your head rolls back, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, while your mouth falls open, releasing a soft gasp of delight. 
“Angel, stop clenching. I just loosened you earlier, yet you’re still so fucking tight,” Heeseung grunted. You suck in a sharp breath trying to get used to the feeling. Heeseung slowly slides his whole length in, inch by inch, watching as his cock disappears into your body. This allowed you to feel every inch of him, nails clawing at his back as he stretches you out beautifully. 
Heeseung filled you so well, cock nestled in you, massaging your inner walls. He gives you a second to adjust to his size, not wanting to hurt you, but with your walls gripping his cock so tightly, Heeseung doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it. “Angel, you’re so fucking warm. So pretty, gripping on my cock like you don’t wanna let go.” 
You begin to adjust, walls fluttering around his cock, “Hee, move, please.” 
Heeseung swears under his breath, hips snapping to roughly pound into you. He pulls out until only his tip remains before pushing back in with one quick thrust, growling as he reaches deeper into you. You grab onto his arm, “Y-you’re so deep,” you let out a choked sob. 
The room resonated with a symphony of erotic sounds—desperate moans from both of you, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, and the lewd noises coming from his cock hitting deep inside you. Each thrust of Heeseung’s hips brings him deeper inside of you, reaching places you’ve never felt before. 
Heeseung brings his hands up to your clit, roughly playing with it as he slams his hips into you at a brutal pace. “You’re taking me so well, angel. So. Fucking. Well.” Heeseung growls, hips thrusting into you at every word. 
“Heeseung! F-faster!” you scream. 
“Faster? You think you deserve that?” 
“Yes! Been s’good for you,” you started slurring your words. 
“Have I fucked you dumb, angel? You can’t even talk straight, hm?” Heeseung complies, hips drilling in and out of you. You let out a choked moan at the new pace, practically seeing stars. “Fuck, angel, I’m so deep, I can see my bulge in your stomach.” 
“H-hee, I’m close, I’m so close, don’t stop!” You beg as you arch your back. Heeseung brings his face close to yours, lips finding yours, passionately engaging you in a kiss. His mouth drowns out your moans as he fucks into your pulsating heat. 
Without warning, your climax creeps up behind you, releasing all over Heeseung’s cock, walls spasming and contracting from the intense orgasm. “Shit! Y/N, so tight,” his pace falters from the sudden tightness. Heeseung recovers quickly, cock drilling back into you, balls slapping against your ass. 
Your mouth falls open from the pleasure, “Hee! I can’t take anymore,” you cry. 
“Just a little longer.” Heeseung grits his teeth, “I’m so fucking close.”
The bed creaks violently from the rough sex, its frame trembling and hitting the wall with each thrust. 
Heeseung’s face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain as he groans, “Fuck! Angel, I’m coming!” 
At the same time, you feel the familiar coil in your lower stomach, your fifth orgasm of the day approaching quickly. With a final surge of pleasure, Heeseung succumbs to the overwhelming sensation, his body trembling in the throes of release. The air fills with the raw sounds of ecstasy, and the world around you dissolves, leaving only the lingering echoes of your shared pleasure. 
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The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow upon the room, you gradually awaken from your peaceful slumber. A blissful smile adorns your lips as your drowsy gaze lands on Heeseung, whose arms draped around your waist tenderly. 
As you stir, memories of the previous night flood your consciousness, causing your cheeks to warm up in embarrassment as you think back to how you acted. You groan softly, fighting the smile on your face, it’s been so long since you last got laid, and it honestly just…felt amazing. 
From nearby, you hear someone’s phone buzz. Looking around for the source, you were surprised to see that your phone was on the nightstand next to you. You don’t recall moving it there. 
Also, you realize that someone had cleaned you up and given you a new change of clothes. 
Heeseung. 
You smile painfully wide at the thought of the sweet boy cleaning you both up and tucking you in bed. 
The tranquility of the moment was abruptly disrupted as your phone continued to buzz insistently, demanding your attention. 
Curiosity piqued, you reach over and pick up the phone, glancing at the screen to see multiple missed calls and messages from an unknown number. 
With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, you unlock your phone and open the messages, only for your heart to plummet to your stomach. The screen fills with a series of pictures depicting you and Heeseung from the previous night, frozen moments capturing intimate gestures and…your passionate sex. 
The sight leaves you frozen in fear, hands clutching your chest as you feel out of breath and dizzy. You felt vulnerable and exploited. 
In a state of shock, you nearly stumble out of bed, desperately trying to regain your composure. Your mind races with a whirlwind of emotions as you hastily make your way to the bathroom, your hands instinctively covering your mouth in an attempt to quell the rising waves of nausea. 
As you continue scrolling through the messages, a cold shiver runs down your spine. Threatening texts accompany the photos, words laced with malice and a sinister tone. It becomes chillingly clear to you the person behind all of this who waiting for the opportune moment to strike with their calculated cruelty. Fear grips your heart as the room spins around you, mirroring the chaos within your mind.
With trembling hands, you dial the unknown number. The seconds stretch into eternity as you wait, your heart pounding in your chest, for someone to answer the call. Suddenly, a voice breaks through the silence, “Hey,” and you freeze, paralyzed. 
You were expecting this, and yet, the sound of his voice still cuts through you like a knife, causing panic to surge through your veins. 
With a voice trembling with fear and defiance, you summon the courage to ask the question that lingers in the air, “What do you want from me?” The words escape your lips, laden with a raw vulnerability that you can't hide. 
A chilling chuckle emanates from the other side, sending chills down your spine. 
“Sweet little Y/N,” the voice taunts, its words tinged with a malicious familiarity. “That sounds more like you. All scared and vulnerable, just like the Y/N I used to know. Always so obedient, trailing behind me like a goddamn pest.” 
The words strike you like venom, each syllable a painful reminder of the toxic dynamic you once endured. 
“What the hell were you thinking, screaming at me like that yesterday, huh?” he mocks. 
A flicker of anger ignites within you. “So what? Is this your way of revenge?” 
Mocking tsks escapes his lips, his tone dripping with condescension. “I wouldn’t talk to me like that if I were you, angel,” he sneers. 
Your words die in your throat as you curl into a ball with fear. Your breath catches in your throat, your stomach coiling at the pet name. It was what Heeseung called you, the name filled with love and warmth, but hearing it now sounded like an insult, a threat. 
He continues, “Revenge? I don’t need revenge. It’s not like he cares about you. I just wanted to remind you so it doesn’t get to your head.”
A growl builds up in your throat as you respond, “He cares about me more than you ever could, and we were in a relationship.”
“Poor little Y/N. Do you really think that? Don’t be a dumb bitch. Use your head for once. With a body like that, of course, he’ll keep coming back,” he snickers. 
“I mean, that was the only reason I even kept you around,” he adds. 
You grip the bathtub, feeling dizzy. “You don’t know anything about us. Heeseung’s not like you,” you spat out. 
“Oh, but that’s what you thought about me too, right? Thought I was the perfect boyfriend, caring and sweet. You were so easy to trick, so easy to control,” he taunts. 
Each word cuts through you, reminding you that he was right. Each word he said was painfully true. You find yourself biting your nails, a habit you developed whenever you got nervous. 
“What do you want from me,” you repeat the question. 
“Stop seeing him. In fact, stop seeing anyone at all.”
“Why do you even care?! It’s not like you can have me!” You screamed, genuinely confused as to why he was doing this. 
“It doesn’t matter, Y/N.  You were the most obedient. You were mine, and that fact doesn’t change even if you’re not here with me right now. Don’t worry, Y/N, I still liked you the most.” He says as if that would make you feel better. 
You resist the urge to hurl, nails scratching against the walls. 
“Y/N?”
Your blood runs cold as you whip your head toward the door. The door knob rattles before the person realizes it’s locked. 
“Y/N, is everything alright? I heard screaming.” 
You quickly hang up the phone, hands wiping at your tears. “Y-yeah, everything’s fine.” 
A text comes in right after you hang up, and its contents send a chill down your spine: You know what to do. As you know, I never delete things.
“Have you been crying? Y/N, please open the door. Talk to me.” Heeseung pleaded. 
With a deep breath, you splash water on your face, gazing at your reflection in the mirror. The girl staring back at you feels hauntingly familiar, and you despise it. You saw the same pathetic girl, the one who always cowered in front of her boyfriend and listened to his every word. 
As you open the door, you come face to face with Heeseung, his expression filled with genuine concern. A wave of guilt washes over you. He didn’t deserve this, and what you were about to do was going to completely ruin what you guys had, whatever it was. 
“Hey, angel, what’s wrong?” Heeseung arms reach toward you, but you step back, avoiding his gaze. His eyes knit up in confusion. “Sorry, did I do something?”
“You should go.” 
“What?” 
You gather your thoughts before finally speaking up, “I’m sorry. It was a mistake. I was distraught a-and you were there. I shouldn’t have slept with you.” You wince. Even to you, that sounded terrible. 
“Y/N. That’s not it, is it? I don’t believe a single thing you’re saying.” Heeseung retorts, his voice filled with skepticism. “Who’s making you do-”
“No one’s making me do this!” You shout, your voice echoing through the air. “I used you to release my anger, and now I realize it was a mistake.” You say, your voice filled with remorse as you speak softer, the words barely above a whisper. 
“Then look at me. Why can’t you look me in the eyes?” Heeseung pleads, his voice breaking with a mixture of vulnerability and hurt. 
Your eyes remained glued to the ground, lips quivering as you found the strength to say, “It doesn’t m-matter, Heeseung. This is just who I am, and I’m sorry.” 
“Look at me in the eyes and tell me what we had never meant anything to you.” Heeseung grits his teeth. 
“Heeseung. Please just go.”
“No,” he lets out a pained laugh, his voice tinged with bitterness. “No, it doesn’t work like this.” 
“Heeseung. Go.” You squeeze your eyes shut, pleading he would just listen to you. You couldn’t drag him into this mess. Heeseung was kind, and he would never let this go. But he had to. If he didn’t, your ex would undoubtedly leak everything.
Despite your protests, Heeseung continues, voice cracking with emotion. “You don’t get to just decide that, okay?” He laughs bitterly. “It’s always been like this, fucking always.” 
Your eyes widen at the sound of Heeseung cursing. It’s a side of him you’ve never witnessed before—so emotional and filled with anger. 
“Why does everyone think it’s okay to just use me and then fucking throw me away?!” He shouts, hands aggressively running through his hair. 
You flinch involuntarily at his outburst, hands trembling as they clench together into a fist. 
“I thought this time it would be different, Y/N. I thought you would be different from her.” His voice trails off, filled with disappointment and sadness. 
It was your turn to knit your eyebrows together in confusion. “What do you mean by that?” you ask, looking at him slowly. “What do you mean her?”
“The girl at the tattoo shop the other day, that was my ex,” he says sourly. 
This new information leaves you stunned, and you try to find the right words to respond, but before you can utter a sound, Heeseung interrupts you. 
“I saw myself in you, and I thought we could help each other.” His heartbroken expression says it all as he turns away, walking out without another word. The weight of his pain hands heavily in the air, leaving you alone, standing in the bathroom, speechless and filled with regret.
 
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The next few days feel like hell. You hole yourself up in your room, isolating yourself from the outside world. 
You laugh at the irony of all this. The last time you did this was when you broke it off with your ex. This time, it wasn’t that much different. 
‘This was for the best’ was all you could think about as you drowned in your sorrows. At least now, you convince yourself, Heeseung wouldn’t get hurt. You could go back to being the same girl before you met him, self-destructive and lost.
Suddenly, loud bangs are heard coming from outside your apartment. Your heart stops, dread intensifying with the possibility that it would be your ex or Heeseung standing at the door.
“Y/N! I know you’re in there! Open the door, or I’m pushing my way in!”
It was Jay. 
You sigh, clutching your blanket around yourself tighter. You hadn’t told any of your friends what had happened, afraid of what they would do. You ignored every text and every phone call; you ignored everyone. 
Summoning the courage, you dial his number, and as soon as he picks up, you say, “I’m fine. Go home.”
The voice on the other line is unrecognizable, laced with anger, “Don’t lie to me. We all know you better than that. Open up. If you still count me as your friend, we’ll talk about it. Don’t distance yourself again.”
He pounds on the door harder, “Y/N! Please. We’re worried and-” Jay stops, fist hovering in the air, when the door creaks open, revealing you. You looked so fragile, lips chapped, hair unkept, eyes hollow. 
Jay’s throat felt dry, “Y/N, what happened?”
You don’t answer him, instead turning around to walk toward your bedroom. 
Jay quickly steps in, closing the door behind him gently. With long strides, he catches your wrist in his hands, turning you toward him. 
“I need answers, princess. Please.” 
“Jay, I’m tired. I’m so tired of all of this. I just want to live normally. Why isn’t he letting me?” your voice cracks as your hands cling to Jay’s arms. Your eyes desperately look at his as if he has the answers hidden in them. 
Jay’s expression hardens as he sees the pain and exhaustion in your eyes. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“You can’t, Jay,” you sob. “He has photos. He’s gonna leak them.” 
Jay wraps his arms around you, caressing your head in an attempt to calm you down. “Princess, what do you mean? If you’re scared about the photos he has of you, don’t worry. Sunghoon and I forced him to delete it. We saw it with our own eyes.”
Shaking your head, you cry against Jay’s shoulder. You open your mouth but no sounds come out, the words dying in your throat. 
“Y/N, you’re okay,” Jay murmurs soothingly, gently patting down your hair and kissing the top of your head. “I’ve got you.”
Jay hugged you tight, trying to keep his own tears in as you continuously sobbed, body trembling and hands clawing at his shirt in agony. 
As the minutes pass, Jay continues to comfort you, his hand softly rubbing your back in gentle circles. Gradually, your cries subside, and a comfortable silence settles over you both.
In the quiet aftermath, Jay looks at you with tender concern. “Take your time, Y/N. I’m here for you as long as you need. You don't have to face this alone.” 
“Jay. He’s been stalking me.” 
You feel Jay’s hand stop moving as his whole body tenses up. 
“What do you mean by that? Did he come by?”
“No, he sent me pictures he took of me and Heeseung last night…and…they’re bad.”
Jay knits his eyebrows, “Heeseung? Who’s Heeseung?”
“He’s the owner of the tattoo shop near our bar. I’ve kind of been seeing him?” Your voice is laced with uncertainty. You couldn’t really define the relationship between you and Heeseung, there wasn’t really an official label. 
Jay swallows hard upon hearing this, he pulls away to look at you. “You started seeing this guy?” 
You look away, “I guess you can say that. He came over last night, and we…did it. Then this morning I get a text from an unknown numbers and it’s all pictures from last night.”
Jay clenches his jaw, inhaling deeply through his nose, “So let me get this straight,” he says, his voice strained. “None of us were allowed to care or help you, but instead, you invite this Heeseung guy over, who you just met?” 
A wave of confusion surges within you, “Excuse me?”
Jay rubs his hand on his neck, irritated, “How did he comfort you, huh? By fucking you?” 
You stare at the man in front of you, he was no longer familiar to you. Shock registers in your face as your mouth opens in disbelief, “Jay,” your voice stonecold. “Do you fucking hear yourself right now?!” 
Tears stream down your face, fueling your scream as you unleash your pent-up emotions upon him. “All I wanted was some comfort!” you exclaim, your voice trembling. “Someone who didn't know about my past, someone who could see me for who I am now! All of you treated me like I was some sick child you had to protect! I just wanted you guys to act like normal, so that I could feel normal too!” 
Jay flinches from your words, he cursed at himself for his outburst, he had no reason to. Hearing about this Heeseung guy triggered him. 
“Princess,” he steps forward embracing you, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbles, head buried in your neck. 
Your breaths come in heavy, ragged gasps as you unleash your frustration, landing punches on Jay’s back. 
“I shouldn’t have said that. You have the right to choose who you need at any moment.” Jay pleads his voice laced with genuine remorse. “I’m sorry. I was stupid.”
As you calm down, you ask, “What am I going to do Jay? I fucked up. I hurt him when he was always understanding and loving toward me.” 
Jay pauses, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, “Y/N, do what your hearts tells you to. We”ll take care of it.”
You pull away confused, “What are you thinking Jay.” 
Jay starts walking toward the door, “I said I would always protect you, didn't I? I’m just doing what I’ve always done.” He regards you with a genuine smile. 
“Think of this as an apology from me to you. And you, go get Heeseung back.” Jay smiles at you one last time before walking out the door.
 
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You were worried. None of your friends were picking up their phones. You chewed your nails nervously before deciding to change out of your pajamas and head out the door. It was raining heavily today, summer showers were always the worst, making the air humid and sticky. 
Your umbrella barely shielded you from the rain and your vision was slightly blocked. You walked through the familiar streets, heading toward the bar, hoping you would find your friends. But that would never happen because someone suddenly grabs you from behind. Before you could react, darkness swiftly enveloped you, stealing away your consciousness.
 
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In the stillness of the space, darkness cloaked the air as a chilling silence settles over the scene. The sound of distant cars and people echoed faintly, a distant reminder of a world unaware of the unfolding tragedy. 
Time seemed to stand still as your eyelids fluttered, delicate and fragile, betraying the string of consciousness that slowly began to emerge. 
“You’re finally awake. If I hadn't known better, I would’ve thought you were dead.” The man lets out a stomach-curling chuckle. 
Your eyes flutter open, and you try to adjust to the dimly lit surroundings. Shadows danced across your vision as you struggled to make sense of the situation. Gradually, your vision sharpened, revealing the confines of the desolate room in which you found yourself trapped. 
“Eyes here, angel.” Your head snaps toward the voice, and dread twisted like a vice around your heart. Fear seized you, intertwining with a surge of disbelief. The realization that the kidnapper was none other than the person who ruined your life left you trembling.
“You’re out of your mind,” you sneer as you tried to lunge at him. But your heart sank as you realize that you were restrained to a chair, arms and feet bound by ropes. Pain coursed through your veins mingling with frustration as you tried to pull free. 
He chuckled nonchalantly, as though you guys were old friends engaging in a lighthearted conversation. “Oh, Y/N, you’re funny as ever. I’m not insane, you just don’t listen.” 
Slowly, he walked toward you, his grip tightening around your hair, tugging it mercilessly. Pain radiated through your scalp as you felt his hot breath against your cheek. “You thought you could run to your little friends without me knowing?” 
Confusion etched across your face as you met his gaze, your eyes narrowing with defiance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you retorted, voice firm despite the fear that gripped you. “I haven’t said a word to anyone. You’re just trying to manipulate the truth, just like you always do.”
“Oh, yeah? Then why the fuck were they blowing up my fucking phone, threatening that they would call the police, huh?” 
As his words echoed in your mind, it dawned upon you, and your blood runs cold. The realization struck you with a force that stole the breath from your lungs — Jay. 
That’s what he meant when he said they would take care of it. No one would have thought that your ex would go this far. 
“What did you do to them?”
“Them? I didn’t do anything to them.” He pretended to think, “Just left them a small…gift.”
You scowled, “Don’t fuck with my friends.” In an instant, your ex’s hand swung across your face, delivering a sharp slap that left you momentarily stunned. 
The force left your head ringing and your left cheek ablaze with a searing sensation. The inside of your mouth tasted metallic, you must’ve bit down on flesh. 
“Finally showing your true colors, huh?” You were done with his games, fear long gone, replaced with numbness. 
“Y/N. I would suggest you watch your mouth. I mean look around, are you in any position to anger me?” 
Just then, you hear loud footsteps above you and the sound of people screaming your name. Your friends. For a moment, you see hope. They were going to save you. You attempt to unleash a scream, but before the sound can escape your lips, a hand swiftly makes its way towards you, forcefully covering your mouth, silencing your voice in an instant. 
“Shh, be a good girl,” his chilling whisper caresses your ear. “You hear that? They’re right upstairs, and you’re right here. So close right? So sad they’ll never find you. I mean, who would think I moved right into the floor below you?”
His words struck like a sudden bolt, causing your eyes to widen. You bit down on his finger watching as he pulls away cursing in pain. 
In agony, you could only cry softly as you hear their voices get further and further. 
In a fit of enraged fury, his hand descended upon your cheek once more, delivering a forceful slap. “Bitch! Watch it!” 
You ignore the pain, tongue licking at the blood at the corner of your lip. “How long have you been living here,” your tone stone cold. 
“Hmm. When was it?” He feigned contemplation. “Ah! Maybe like a month ago?”
“Y-you’ve been stalking me for a month now?” your words trembled. 
He looked at you pitifully, “Y/N, don’t think of yourself as anything important.”
Despit your exhaustion, anger fuels you to spit at his feet. “Stop trying to belittle me. I’m not falling for it. You’re fucking obsessed with me.” 
His eyes narrowed, scowling, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Since you don’t like to listen, you can stay here alone.” And with that he leaves the room, leaving you stranded in darkness. 
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As a child, you had never been afraid fo the dark. That is, until your parents’ carelessness left you locked in your attic, crying for hours. The same panic you felt back then came back. You were a little girl again, crying for someone, anyone to come save you. You wouldn’t even mind if your ex came back into the room, you needed someone. He had come back twice to feed you soda crackers and then left despite your pleading. 
At some point you lost track of time. You could no loner keep count anymore. The ticking of the clock became a hypnotic lullaby, its rhythm blurring the boundaries between minutes and hours. Your vision, weakened by the grip of dehydration and starvation, betrayed you when you attempted to focus, rendering the world around you a hazy, distorted blur. 
As you slipped in and out of consciousness, you began to question if your senses were deceiving you. Whispers of doubt echoed through your thoughts as you wondered whether the sound of sirens blaring, faint but growing louder, was just another figment of your imagination. Yet, as the wailing intensified, piercing through the suffocation silence, you realized with a surge of hope that it was undeniably real. You shot up, using all of the energy you had left to shout. 
Rapid footsteps and the shuffling of people schoed throught the apartment. Moments later, the door opened, flooding the room with a sudden burst of light. Blinking and squinting, your eyes struggled to adjust after being enveloped in darkness for who knows how long. 
“Angel?” 
The floodgates of emotions swung opened, voice raw and scratchy as you sobbed. 
Heeseung rushes over, knees hitting the ground with a thud as his shaky hands reach up to cradle your bruised cheek. 
“I’m here. You’re safe now. I’m here.” Heeseung cries burying your head in his chest in a protective embrace. 
Finally, in safe arms, you allowed yourself fall into unconsciousness, hearing the cries and yells of your friends in the distance before slipping away. 
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You were on the bed, clad in a hospital gown that could only be described as a fashion disaster, sporting a pair of mismatched socks that defied all laws of color coordination. Propped up on a mountain of pillows, you held a remote control with an air of authority, thoroughly engrossed is a dramatic soap opera that applied out on the TV. Your recovery had transformed the sterile hospital room into your own personal theater, where laughter and lightheartedness intermingled with the beeping of medical machines. 
You had one more day in the hospital before you could go back to your normal life. All the doctors and nurses were endearing but you longed to go back to classes and work.
Ever since Heeseung came into your life, many crazy things had happened and lots of changes were made. I mean, geez, getting kidnapped and stalked by an ex? What was this? A soap opera? 
You were glad that all of you were alive and happy, your life had never been better. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realize that your life has reached new heights of fulfillment and happiness. 
The past few days were full of surprises. Other then your kidnapping of course. 
Sunghoon had swung by to see you, bringing along Sunoo. Sunghoon officially introduced him as his boyfriend. You still laughed thinking back to how shocked he looked when he found out that you guys had met before. 
Yunjin obviously came by crying and screaming about how she should’ve protected you, what a silly girl, you loved her to death. Sadly, she did not break up with that younger dude. But honestly, you find him bearable now, he’s not too bad. He finally got a job, began paying rent, and their relationship seems better than ever. But you still warned him that if he ever hurt Yunjin, you would be the first to punch him. 
As for Jay, he was absolutely furious, blaming himself for what happened to you. But after multiple hugs and sweet words, he was back to normal again. You heard that he took over his father’s position, now he is your new owner. Couldn’t wait to annoy your boss at work. 
You look to your left at Heeseung who was snoring quietly on the recliner next to your hospital bed. 
With a soft smile, you gently reach over to hold his hand. You gasp softly when he grasps your hand back, bringing to to his lips before pressing a tender kiss. 
“I love you,” he murmurs rubbing his eyes. 
“I love you more.” 
The End. 
Oh, before I forget, you’re probably wondering what happened to the scumbag? 
He was hit with charges for second degree kidnapping, harassment in the first degree, stalking, and the list continues for smaller things. 
You get it, he’s rotting in prison. 
He really thought it was a good idea to hide you in his apartment. It wasn’t hard to connect your disappearance to him, since he was the only person who had anything against you. Plus, his “little gift” for your friends was sending them a picture of you unconscious, bound to a chair. 
The rest was easy, your friends and the police traced his credit card and found his address, which to their surprise was the floor right beneath yours. Sure, he bought the apartment under a fake name but didn’t think to use another credit card when paying rent. Instead, he used the same credit card that he used to buy all his other things. 
Pathetic.
You always thought he was a dumbass.
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Y/N had a lot of thoughts. 
The first one was that tattoos hurt, yes, but in a different way than she had originally thought. Harry had been right in telling her it was more so uncomfortable than anything else, because while it wasn’t a sharp, blazing pain, it was dull. Throbbing. Like she was being scratched by her cat in the same spot. It was bearable, though. Way less discomfort than she had thought. It was nice to feel capable, to not worry that she was going to embarrass herself in front of Harry.
Which brought her to thought number two.
Harry was stupidly, ridiculously, infuriatingly gorgeous. 
Y/N had been peeping at him as they spoke, his eyes glued to the piece as he spoke which gave her more of a sense of comfort. Like she was getting away with staring. It would be hard not to with him up so close to her, his warmth radiating through the plastic-y gloves. The first thing she had noticed was how nice his hair was. A warm chestnut hue with some natural caramel highlights- at least, she was pretty sure they were natural. It was longer and curled, little ringlets near his ears making her fingers itch to tuck it back for him. It was clipped up in the front, and that made sense considering he had a habit of running his hand through his hair, but she wanted to see it down again. The full effect. 
In another way, she was happy that it was pulled out of the way because she could really get a good look at him. His jaw was sharp, but not so much that it was necessarily stone like. He looked like a statue, but one that was carved with the human likeness that made people feel uneasy. His cheeks were high and his brows were straight, not a ton of arch to them, but he kept himself well groomed. There was a tiny hint of stubble on his upper lip along with a cute little birthmark that she hadn���t noticed before. That had brought her attention to his mouth.
It was almost embarrassing, how distracted she had gotten watching his lips move while he talked. They were a raspberry pink, slightly wet from his habit of occasionally licking over the bottom one before starting a sentence. A pronounced cupid’s bow dipped in the middle of the top, making her want to trace it. They were a little bigger than she had normally noticed, but then again- she didn’t typically spend this much time observing a man in such detail. 
He had a few blemishes, a few cuts that looked like he may have gotten himself while shaving, but it just made him human. Reminded her that he was just like her in that way. Just… gorgeous. His eyelashes were something she was incredibly jealous of, the irritating trait of men getting the good eyelashes striking yet again. She had to wonder how they’d look if he used her lengthening mascara? A wandering thought to think about later. 
They’d been chatting about this and that, a bit of gossip about Niall and his new girlfriend who he had recently introduced to the group, some about her work, some about his. What really caught her off guard though, was how easy it was to talk to him.
Silences aren't awkward. Sometimes they fell into them and it stayed that way for a moment before moving on naturally and she didn’t feel like crawling out of her skin. Y/N had a bad habit of wanting to fill those silences so she would babble, and considering she still had a decent amount of nerves because her crush on Harry was growing in size by the minute, she really liked this detail. He was being sweet and inquisitive without prying all that much, asking the basic friend questions- and some odd ones. 
What’s your favorite color? His was Yellow, he responded.
Did she have any pets? No, her old roommate did and she catsits sometimes. He didn’t, but he wanted one. 
What was her favorite gift she got as a kid? A knock off barbie dreamhouse. She hadn’t cared that it wasn’t the same as the rest of her friends, her mom had been so happy to give it to her that it had become the most cherished thing. She had it in her attic to this day for her future kids, should she choose to have any. His was a high quality art set. 
Did she believe in the paranormal? Yes, she did. He was undecided. A healthy skeptic, he’d said.
It was lighthearted but also not necessarily small talk, which usually made Harry itch. He’d confessed that earlier to her, making her see a bit further into him. It was obvious that he was curious about some of the things about her and considering what had happened the night before, she had to wonder what the intention was. 
He had said he got nervous around her because she was so pretty it intimidated him. That he said and did stupid things when he was around a girl like her. Insinuating maybe a returned crush? Confirming it? She didn’t know. She also didn’t know what he wanted out of this. Was it going to turn into a nice friendship where they laugh about his crush on her later on down the line, or would this develop into something more?
Y/N didn’t want to get ahead of herself. They’d just started talking, but having been repressed from allowing herself to feel that attraction to him, it had just hit her like a truck. He was so sweet, so gentle with her. The opposite of what people may assume about his exterior. When they went out, despite how charming he was, he was quiet most of the time. Outside their friend group, she had seen him revert back into a cool mask, stony and giving the impression that people shouldn’t come up to him. Not quite as intense as the one he had worn with her but enough for her to see that his resting face definitely gave him the reputation he had. Sometimes she wished she had that ability, considering all sorts of people came up to her to talk when she didn’t even know them.
If this was the real him, the one who had theorized with her if ghosts were real, she wanted to know more about him. 
“How are you doing?” He had stopped to wipe some excess ink, looking up at her from the stool. 
Harry had felt her staring. It had become increasingly harder to keep his cool when he’d thought about it, so he had tried his best to focus on the piece. It was easier said than done. He could feel her eyes scanning him, seeing it from the corner of his eye. It intimidated him. Him out of all people! That’s how he knew this was actually deep for him. Sure, he had crushes before. It was just- Y/N made him feel a lot of new things to him, and that’s why he had fumbled so hard early on.
This was her first tattoo and she had entrusted him with it. His art was currently inked on to her skin and the linework was done, finally moving on to shading. She’d taken it like a champ, sitting better than a lot of other people did. There had been no squirming, no complaining, just a request to move her arm a bit which he had happily done. Her skin took the ink well, the lines standing out against the tone of it. Still, he wanted to check in again.
“I’m good.” Her tiny smile came up again. It flipped his stomach. “Great, actually. I expected it to hurt a lot worse. I mean, it isn’t great but I wasn’t sure how my pain tolerance was going to hold up. It was just like you said, the scratches!” There was a bit of babbling from her, making his own lip quirk up. Too fucking cute. 
“Great. You’re doing fantastic. I’ve had veterans sit in my chair and bitch about it hurting, so you’ve got them beat.” He knocked her knee with his hand before moving to switch out the needles. “M’gonna switch to doing a bit of shading now. This is going to feel a tiny bit different but let me know if you need a break again.” Eyes looked towards her water bottle he had given her sitting between her legs. “And take a sip of that, please.”
Y/N gave a little salute, nodding to him and doing as asked as he switched the things out. It was little cute things like that salute that made him want to cuddle into her. She was just stupidly fucking adorable and he had now gotten to a point where he was seeing deeper parts of her personality. It drove him mad. He had to pace himself, aware that not even 24 hours ago she had been nervous around him for a completely different reason. 
The new set was finished being set up, Harry turning back towards her when he heard the water bottle crinkle again. Holding it up, she shook it slightly to show that she had drank down to another divet in the bottle, making him chuckle quietly. “Good job, sweetheart.” He praised, gloving up. “Thank you for listening t’me. Now we have to get started so we can get proper food in your stomach.”
Y/N was happy he couldn’t read thoughts because hers were going wild. 
Sweetheart? Good job? The fact that he was going to feed her after? 
Her thighs subtly pressed together. The words had gone straight to a hot, gooey, sticky place in her stomach and jolted right down between her thighs. It was depraved on her part really, considering it had all been chaste. He had praised her for listening, for drinking water. He’d only used a nickname… and that smooth voice that had her toes curling in her shoes. Heat burned her ears as he turned back to her with the buzzing gun in hand. Yeah, he would definitely have some thoughts if he could see how much just a simple praise affected her.
Sure, she knew she had a praise kink. It wasn’t a shock to her, but the ease of Harry being able to trigger it was a real problem. It had always been something that she melted with, being called a good girl, doing a good job, taking it so well. Praise kink 101, beginner stuff. Adding in the strikingly handsome and mysterious to her man with a semi admitted crush on her, his hands on her body and his willingness to take care of her? She was a goddamn goner. Finished. All he had to do was continue to stroke her ego a little bit and she would slide down to her knees. Pathetic? Perhaps. She never claimed to be anything otherwise. 
His hands were warm through the gloves, holding her arm in place as the needles stippled her skin. Eyes went back to his face, his septum piercing corrected from being out of place earlier. Only this time, she caught him licking over his lip and swore she saw a flash of… something. Did he….? 
Her mouth opened before her brain could tell her not to ask because it would be a blatant admittance to staring, but it was too late. 
“You- Do you have a tongue piercing?” 
Y/N winced slightly at her own tone. It sounded incredulous, but it was more so shocking that it had taken her a bit to notice that had her so surprised. More than judgemental, she was curious. “Sorry, sorry. That was a weird tone. M’not judging you! I swear. I just didn’t notice it and I thought I would have.” In her head, she facepalmed severely. Probably would have physically if it wouldn't have jostled her arm that was tattooed. “God, ignore me. I just didn’t know you had one and for some reason it surprised me.”
Her flustered nature made Harry grin. It was fucking cute. He hadn’t even remembered that he had one because he’d had it for a while but he had changed it recently. “Hey- It’s cool.” He let himself laugh, squeezing over her arm as he shot her a look. “I do. I know you aren’t judgin’ me. I changed it recently. It used to be pink, so not as noticable, I don’t blame you for not noticing. I wanted to go back to silver though.” He poked his tongue out a bit so she could see as he wiped away some ink, watching in amusement as her eyes widened. 
“Oh. I feel like I keep rambling at you.” She laughed, her own embarrassment evident on her face. “That’s so cool. I thought about getting my nose pierced at some point but I don’t think it would suit me.” It still did sit in the back of her mind sometimes, though. It looked good on Harry, his occasional hoop and the stud he had most of the time always having been attractive to her. “I’m going to ask the overasked question- Did it hurt?”
Her curiosity was only natural. If anything, it made him feel nice to know she actually had an interest in that sort of thing. He hadn’t been hiding his piercing on purpose, but if he had realized she would be so interested in it earlier then maybe he would have switched a while back. “Eh, not that bad. It swelled up a bit so I had to be careful for a bit but luckily mouth stuff tends to heal seemingly quicker. I stuck with a soft food diet for a bit- got one of those punch cards at the smoothie place down the block, had 2 free ones by the time I was done.” He laughed at the memory. It was still a place he frequented every week. “Couldn’t do anything with it and had to be careful so I didn’t bite my tongue. It swells a bit and it’s partially why it’s recommended not to eat hard or spicy foods.” 
Harry had given plenty of piercings before and the tongue wasn’t the worst, but the healing was defintely one of the more annoying ones. You couldn’t really forget about the swelling in your mouth, and the iron taste stuck around for a few days. Luckily for him, he wasn’t a chatterbox and people barely knew he had even had it done. 
“Wow. I think you have a bigger pain tolerance than me.” Y/N laughed, feeling her cheeks cool down slightly. Harry hadn’t seemed offput by the questions, rather eager to answer it. But one more remained. “So is there a reason you got it? Y’know, the aesthetics and stuff like that? I’d be worried about a tooth chipping or something.” Y/N babied her teeth so any piercing in the mouth 24/7 would worry her. 
“No, no. It’s far back enough that it doesn’t rest on the teeth, the roof of my mouth. There is a piercing I refuse to do that is a bar through the tip of the tongue. If you do it incorrectly you can cause severe nerve damage, and it’s known to chip teeth. But a regular piercing on your tongue isn’t much of a risk. Not in my experience.” He hummed. Again, he felt a little flustered at this one because the reason for the piercing was for aesthetics, yes… but. “Real talk? I thought it looked cool and there are… benefits to having one.”  At her raised brow he knew she wanted the proper answer, making him exhale deeply. “Uh- It’s like… It enhances oral sex. Some people think it feels better.” 
Harry was a self proclaimed pussy lover. He liked dicks just fine too, he didn’t limit himself, but there was just something about licking up a pretty cunt that had gotten dripping just for him. His hookups were short but there was always a longing to give more of that. It was something that plagued his fantasies, as shameful as he felt, thinking about the girl sitting right in front of him. 
Sitting between her thighs with his arm locked around her hips, keeping her nice and still despite the twitches she would give off involuntarily as his tongue swiped up her folds, nose bumping her clit as he greedily lapped her up. He could beg for the chance to have her sprawled out for him and her thighs locked around his head as he took his time tasting her. He had been very respectful and wasn’t planning on doing anything to make her uncomfortable, but she had asked. He wouldnt lie to her. 
“Oh!” She squeaked. “Damn it. See… I looked up tons of stuff about tattoos and nose piercings but I’m showing my lack of knowledge here.” A nervous giggle erupted, Harry noticing as she squeezed her thighs together. It was subtle- if he hadn’t been paying attention he wouldn’t have seen it. It was caught and he felt downright smug. She was thinking about it and obviously, she didn’t hate the idea. 
“S’alright, pet.” He replied, looking up to give her a smile. “You’re sweet. Not a problem to ask me things you want to know. You don’t have to know it all, m’happt yo teach you anything.” 
There was a slight shift, a heavier more charged energy in the room as Y/N sat quietly. She found Harry exceedingly handsome, his sex appeal not only oozing from his pores but his heart. She was trying very hard not to get ahead of herself here, knowing she definitely could fall into it if she allowed herself to do the thing she actually wanted. Shyness was her savior, at this point. 
They continued talking until he was finished, helping Y/N up and standing with her a moment to make sure she was steady. One too may clients passed out after standing up after a session and he didn’t want that to be her experience. Once she was all clear, he led her over to the mirror to look at her tattoo reflected in the glass. How it looked on her body. She looked it over with a wide smile, flexing her arm to mimic the movement he had told her about before to see the stem did indeed stay where it was supposed to be.
“Harry.. I can’t even thank you enough.” Her words were raspy, awe showing through as she let him wrap it up. He had given her the lecture, the talk about keeping it from the sun, the moisturizing it, not itching, the whole nine yards. She knew most of what he said, but she had still managed to be surprised at how much he seemed to care about the integrity of the tattoo. “It’s incredible. Everything I could have hoped for, both in the tattoo and the experience. I’m so happy with it.” Big eyes were shining up at him, giving him the most awed glint to them. Without warning, she tossed herself into his arms, wrapping them around hus shoulders to take him in for a hug. 
He froze for a moment, their embrace catching him off guard. She hadn’t seemed to initiate much touch except for last night when she was tipsy and leaning into him, so he had been surprised at her willingness to do so- but he wasn’t about to waste this. Arms wrapped around her torso, a chuckle leaving his throat as she squeezed herself to him all while being mindful of her tattoo.
She smelled really fucking good. A hint of sweet but defintely something floral. Her cheek pressed against his shoulder as she whispered thanks to him again, pulling back much too soon for his liking. She was beaming, a beam he had put on her face and a picture he wanted to photograph in his mind forever. He had made her smile like that. It had altered his breathing a little bit, watching as she gave him the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 
Yeah, he was effectively fucked. 
“You don’t have t’thank me, Y/N. I’m really happy you chose me to do it. It makes me feel good that you trusted me enough even before we cleared things up.” He knew he would be making up for that for a long time. Not because she would hold it against him, but becaus he hated that his awkwardness had caused any sort of negative feeling for the sweet girl. 
“Of course I did. If anything, I knew you’d be professional.” There was a pause before she lightly nudged his foot with her own. “I do prefer us like this, though. I had a lot of fun talking to you.” He had interesting stories, despite being quieter than her, and his voice was utterly delectable. She would eat it up anytime. 
“Me as well.” He returned the shy smile to her, walking back towards his office. All her stuff was in there along with his own. Their hands bumped as they walked side by side, his heart rattling in it’s ribbed caged, the slight hook of her pinky as they entered the room making it pause before it was dropped. He had a lump in his throat, one that was begging him to ask for more from her, but it wasn’t the right time. 
The right time didn’t come until after they’d grabbed some food down the street. Playing a slight game of knocking feet under the table and gentle flirations, both of them having hated cheeks and in harry’s case, heated ears as they spoke softly to one another the entire time. It was far different than being out with their friends, his attention solely focused on her and the quieter atmosphere allowing her to hear his quieter chuckles and little hums he made in the middle of her sentences as a reply. He let her talk his ear off about her hunt for a certain eyeliner brand at the shops lately and how she’d made friends with employees who text her when it came in, she was only missing the Sapphire and Indigo variations. 
Harry sat and responded appropriately, even adding in some things, but he wa content to hear her sweet recalling of the baby penguins she wanted to go see at the museum desperately, her nosy next door neighbor, anything really. It was one of the best meals he’d ever had and he hated that it even had to end. 
He could see himself more than happy listening to her rambling every night as they ate. It was a bit shocking considering how much Harry loved his solitude and quiet, but Y/N just tickled a part of him that had never been open for access before. There was no way he could fumble this, no way he could waste an opportunity to take a chance on this. He had to man up and simply ask. 
The walk back to the shop was similar to the hallway, their hands knocking until Harry took initiative this time and let their pinkies link. Y/N continued talking, stumbling over her words once as she felt their fingers connect but her pace in words only increased. The smile wider. He took it as a good sign. The journey had been far too short for his liking, the fact he had to take his hand away from hers as she unlocked her car making him frown. Hands stuffed themselves in his pockets to keep from reaching from her again, watching her toss her bag to the passenger seat before turning to him. 
“Thank you for-” “Go on a date with me.” Harry’s words tumbled from his lips without being able to stop them, interrupting her mid sentence. Working up the nerve to ask her not allowing him to wait a second more or he would lose the confidence. “Shit- sorry. I meant, would you? Want to go om a date with me?” He watched as she blinked up at him, those pretty eyes rounded and shocked as her mouth opened and closed. It was his turn to ramble. “I had a really good time with you today, and I like you. I know I probably hurt your feelings in the past but I will make it up to you. I took you out tonight but this wasn’t a date- I just…” 
Oh, god. This was why he tended to stay the quiet and mysterious type. 
“Harry.” Y/N’s hands braced on his forearms, squeezing as she laughed through the utter of his name. “Harry. Relax. It’s okay. I… I would really, really like that.” She watched him deflate slightly from his tense stance, head tilting to the right. “I had an amazing time with you. You don’t have to make anything up to me at all. It was an accident. I’m sensitive. But I like you too.” The admittance was quieter than the rest of her words, shyer. A grown woman feeling like a kid all over again. He liked her. 
Liked liked her. 
“Yeah?” He asked again, “I’m really happy t’hear that. I wanted to ask you before we went to dinner but I got nervous.” His hand returned to anxiously rub the back of his neck, shooting her his own relieved smile. “I won’t let you regret it. I promise..”
He stepped forward, holding her car door open for her while getting closer to her. It was getting dark and she had stuff to fo tomorrow which she had told him about, her whole itinerary actually. It was- you guessed it- fucking cute. “Need you to get home safe, so text me when you walk in the door, and then we can plan our date. Sound like a plan?” 
Y/N nodded, not hesitating before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. This hug wasn less awkward, Harry’s hand falling to her back to rub gently a few times before she pulled back. He’d dwell on how nice she felt pressed against him later. Again, the girl decided to shock him, reaching up on her toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek before sitting down in her driver’s seat. 
“Bye Harry. I can’t wait to talk to you again.” 
His cheek burned with the heat of her kiss the entire time he watched her drink off. It was cool but very much there as he drove home. The lipgloss stain burned yet again as soon as he got a text once he got inside his own place, shoes kicked off and arm over his head trying to relive the feeling of her lips on his skin yet again.
Y/N: I’m home, inkmaster :-) 
H: All in one piece, I hope.
He wasn’t. Surely, a tiny bit of his heart was still stuck in her palm. 
 Y/N: Yep, lost my sunglasses though. Think they’re in your office. Good thing I’ll be seeing you soon 
Y/N: So… our date?
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how bllk boys would react when u draw them, could either be rlly good or rlly SHIT u choose idk (plz include barou and the itoshi bros) 😊😊😊 i love you and ur works, and the way u write the boys and ur content makes me laugh fr, one of my fave bllk authors mwjahaja 😓 have a great day, ily:3 and the icks post made me smile like all of ur posts do!
thank you so much anon ♡ this ask had me contemplating very seriously, so apologies if it's a bit late:
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sae is definitely awestruck in some way, even if he doesn't immediately show it. i think i talked about this in a previous headcanon, but he has a deep-seated admiration for artists who can grasp abstract concepts because he himself cannot. he would be somewhat flattered if you drew him since he's never considered his own appearance to be particularly inspiring. would be appalled if you considered him your muse. like....why? to him, his looks aren't anything of importance (clearly he is blind.) would probably say your drawing was inaccurate but then hang it up by his nightstand so he can look at it every night before he goes to sleep. if you're a full-time artist, he probably keeps a little stash of your gifts in a small box beneath his bed. sometimes if he's having a bad day or he lost a game, he goes back and flips through them just to make himself feel better. secretly loves the way you draw his bangs and the little swoop you do in your signature.
kaiser corrects every single detail in your drawing. stands behind you and gives you little pointers here and there. he should have an 8-pack, not a 6-pack. his jawline isn't sharp enough in your initial sketch. poses shirtless in front of you so that way you can encapsulate the full extent of his sexiness. shows off your drawing to every living creature in existence. "isn't he handsome?" like...🙄 yeah, michael we know. he's probably the hardest to draw because of his tattoo, so i think he genuinely appreciates it when you put in the effort to capture his intricacies. will never admit this but he's low-key proud of you and your talent (mostly just your ability to make him look good.)
rin is one of those people who doesn't understand hyperrealism. like why does he need a highly detailed sketch of his face when he can just take a photo and print it out? i don't think he understands art in general. probably despises modern art too. he'd take one look at a rothko painting and be like....i could draw this too...in my sleep. similar to sae, i feel like he's just numb to the sentimentality of gift-giving. doesn't understand why you would waste your time drawing a little picture of him, but it does make his heart feel strangely fuzzier, so maybe he'll keep it this one time. lo and behold, months later he now has a collection of your drawings he doesn't have the heart to throw away. refuses to let isagi or anyone see them because they're meant for his eyes only.
yukimiya has impeccable taste. in fact, he's probably an artist himself. i think it'd be cute if you both drew little sketches of each other throughout the course of your relationship. but neither of you ever knew until you gifted him your sketchbook for christmas, and he was like....guess what...i drew you too. thinks you're pretty even when you don't think so. sometimes when you're having a coffee shop date, he scribbles a portrait of you on his napkin because the sunlight hit your cheek just right in that moment, and the birds were chirping, and he fell in love all over again. i think it's also tragic that he's slowly losing his eyesight, so he won't be able to enjoy your drawings and the vibrant colors you infuse into them. that's why he treasures them even more. probably thumbs over the pages from time to time. memorizes every stroke and line.
isagi likes the way you always draw that little tuft of hair that sticks up on the top of his head. it looks like a cute little bean sprout. he pins your drawings up above his bed next to a polaroid of you two in germany. buys you a professional art set for your birthday. if you're a digital artist, he buys you a new tablet and stylus.
bachira adds his own doodles next to yours except he makes a chibi version of everything. always pesters you to include his little fangs. uses the boldest combination of colors. he would definitely be a messy artist. paint everywhere. fingernails perpetually stained a different color. you both draw during class, so when you two trade notebooks to actually study......there aren't any actual notes.
barou acts like he doesn't know what to do with your drawing of him but then the next day you visit his house, and he's already put your artwork in a fancy picture frame. refuses to let anyone else even stand within a ten meter radius next to it because he doesn't want their "nasty fingerprints" all over your beautiful masterpiece.
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johnwickb1tsch · 17 days
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 27 all chapters
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WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘
-“I have a surprise for you.”
Hearing this fills you with what is perhaps a disproportionate amount of trepidation.
However…consider the source.
“Oh?”
“I wasn’t going to give it to you yet, but…I think I’d better.”
You are not sure what to think about this, so you remain silent.
He takes your hand, leading you up the stairs.
As you walk down the hallway you are filled with more and more apprehension, convincing yourself that there is some trick he’s pulling around the corner. He has been disappearing on and off, refusing to tell you where he was going, but vaguely hinting that he was cooking something up for you.
You fear it’s something you don’t want at all, like a red room fully fitted with racks and restraints and hooks hanging from the ceiling. If he frames that as a gift you swear you will pull a Bertha, and burn this personal version of Thornfield Hall to the ground.
You do not like it, when he insists on covering your eyes as he walks you through a door close to your bedroom upstairs. By the time you take three steps into the room you have damn near worked yourself into a lather, a fine trembling running through your limbs.
“Shh, baby, you’re going to like this,” he assures you, which is no real assurance at all.
Five more steps before he stops you, removing his hands with a flourish.
Your heart leaps to your throat.
Floor to ceiling windows let in a flood of morning light to the room. There is a big table, and copious shelves, and…an easel.
You realize he has made you an art studio.
Your feet move forward of their own volition, taking in the various boxes stacked on the table and the shelves. They’re art supplies, and you recognize brand names that you could hardly afford on your barista’s salary. Sennelier. Windsor and Newton pigments, top tier. Fine brushes from France and Germany that cost fifty dollars a piece. Tablets in every size and every tooth of Canson paper.
“Oh. My. God.”
“You…like it?”
He almost sounds vulnerable in that moment, which is entirely ridiculous.
You imagine how you would have reacted, if your relationship had been normal. You would have thrown your arms around his neck, showered him with kisses.
This studio is everything you’ve ever dreamed of having, as an artist.
As it is…he is buying your complacency, if not your love, trying to distract you from your situation with expensive trappings and let’s face it—adult arts and crafts.  
It hurts.
And yet, you know you’d better fucking say something, or Mr. Nice Wick is going to flee the scene.
“How did you know?” you ask, fingering a box of brand-new oil pastels. “It’s perfect in every way.”
You are trying your best to sound happy about it, but your throat is tight, and you know he’s going to get mad about it any second now.
He couldn't have surprised you more, if he'd stood on tiptoe and performed a pirouette, as when he simply gathers you into his arms. 
“I had help from the owner of the art supply store,” he admits. “Pretty sure they'll be sending me a Christmas card for the rest of my life.” 
You laugh at that, settling into the hollow at the base of his throat. It feels so good, just to be held like this. A part of you cautions not to trust it—but most of you is so exhausted from living on edge, you just take the comfort at face value. 
“Did you go to Mr. Morton’s shop?” you ask, referring to the local art stop in town. You don’t know why this gives life to a glimmer of hope in you. It’s not like the kind old man would have any reason to suspect you’re here, with John Wick, just because the mysterious newcomer suddenly had a yen to buy out the store of all its art supplies.
“No, I went a little farther afield.”
Almost as though he was covering his tracks.
“Oh.” You cannot conceal the note of disappointment in your tone. “John…” You muster your courage for the next question, hoping you won’t blow the day all to shit, but you suddenly need to know. “Am I a missing person?”
He presses his lips to your forehead, and speaks quietly against your skin. “Technically, no. A friend of mine will ping your passport entry at JFK soon. You’ll tender your resignation with regrets at the coffee house. I’ll have your little apartment cleaned out. You don’t need it anymore.”
He really did think all this through. You digest the details of his Machiavellian plan rather distantly, as though you are on the outside watching from above. He has orchestrated your disappearance masterfully, but also in a way that won’t raise questions with authorities should you happen to resurface in his company. In a twisted way this gives you a sliver of hope, that maybe he doesn’t intend to keep you locked away forever.
A fool’s optimism, perhaps, but at the moment it’s all you have.
“Where’s my phone?”
“At the bottom of the Grand Canal, I’m afraid.”
“That’s littering.”
He just snorts in answer. You find that you regret the fact that all your photos are lost. You never did back them up on the cloud. How strange, that such a record of your life could be erased with the destruction of one electronic device.
Talking about this doesn’t seem to scuttle his mood, so it gives you the courage to ask, “Can I come in here whenever I want?”
You are so hopeful in your request that you sense him war with himself, in the end unable to outright say no. “If you're a good girl,” he qualifies with his lips still on your forehead. 
Hiding beneath his chin, you grind your teeth at this caveat, but don't voice aloud any of the pithy comebacks that come to mind. 
 Then you notice your sketchbook from Italy is sitting on the worktable, along with your custom bound copy of Jane Eyre.
After everything, you’re not sure why seeing it there, knowing it had been in his hands, makes your heart skitter in your chest. He follows your gaze, a dark eyebrow lifting. It is filled with sketches of him from before you met up in Venice. The whole fucking thing is practically a confession of the grinding longing you'd felt for him, in the first couple weeks after you left. You can’t deny it now, but you can choose not to acknowledge it aloud.
He stares you down, clearly hoping for…something. A confession, perhaps, or at least an admission. You feel like a bug under a magnifying glass in the sun, fixed with that gaze. But you hold fast, and in the end he sighs. “I’m going to go clean up breakfast,” he tells you. “Have fun with your new toys.”
He kisses your forehead before quitting the room, and once again you fancy that if one were to squint, you could almost mistake the two of you for a normal couple.
-He actually leaves you to your own devices until darkness begins to fill the trees beyond the window.   
By the time he comes to collect you he has changed into a black button down and dark jeans. It suits him to his bare toes, and inwardly you sigh. Why does this devil of a man have to be so goddamned handsome?
“So, what has my little artist made today?”
You are loathe to admit, the answer is nothing.
You opened every box, gazed at the pastels and paints and pencils longingly. And yet with charcoal in hand the fine white paper taunted you, inspiration an illusive thing.
You had no idea what you wanted to draw, or paint, or make. The past week has been so jarring, you would think you would be bursting with something, but all you draw is a blank. 
You shrug, curled up in the comfy chair by the easel, your drawing pad open in front of you. He takes the seat opposite, regarding you quizzically.
“You don’t like it in here?”
“I love it,” you assure him, and its no complacent lie. “I just…have been soaking it in.”
“Hmm.”
You can tell that he’s disappointed, and your treacherous heart skips a beat.
You failed to turn on any lights, as the sun is setting. John flicks on a single lamp on the side table, washing his one side in a dramatic glow. It is as though something clicks into place, as you look upon him. Your dark angel, your sinister lover, your obsessive captor, a man you should hate, but you are drawn to him like a moth to the flame.
Perhaps now, he shall also be your muse. Was ever there a man better suited to embody the mysteries of Caravaggian shadow?
“Don’t move,” you say softly, and begin to draw.
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Bestie could we plz have a blurb about the boydad idea you posted with Harry holding bub in front of the banner 🥺
i’m on a roll, you might say? anyways here’s another silly little blurb, i hope you enjoy it
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BIGGEST ACCOMPLISHMENT
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“Are you getting my best angles?” Harry jokingly told Lloyd, his photographer, as he snapped picture after picture of him in front of his brand new banner.
“HARRY STYLES. 15 CONSECUTIVE NIGHTS AT THE GARDEN”
That was what he achieved. No other artist or band had done that in the past, and he couldn’t have done it without the support of his fans, and most importantly, the support of his loving wife and perfect son.
The little family of three couldn’t be happier, specially Harry, having his little one year old boy with him on tour for the first time was something he always dreamed of, and he was grateful that his wife agreed to take him on the road with him.
“Hold on let me get my bubba, I want a few shots with him,” Harry spoke again, getting up from his position on the floor and walking towards his dressing room, he knew he would find his wife and baby there.
And there they were, wearing their very own Love On Tour customized hoodies and watching some cartoons on the dressing room’s leather couch. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his little boy dressed in a mini version of his merch and cuddling to his mom’s side, that sight alone reminded him of how lucky he was to have his perfect family.
“Do you mind if I take the bubba for a minute? I want some pictures with him in front of the banner,” Harry said while he approached the leather couch, squeezing next to his baby, and spreading his arm on the back of it so he could reach the nape of his wife’s neck and place his hand there, softly caressing it.
“Of course I don’t, honey. I was actually going to suggest the same thing,” her voice was so soft and tender, and Harry couldn’t help but grab the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss, because even though they’ve been together for ten years, married for five and one as parents, the woman in front of him still gave him butterflies like a teenager with a crush.
“Mmkay’ we’ll be right back,” he grabbed his baby in his arms and directed them towards where Lloyd was waiting for them, ready to keep snapping pictures “You’re going to take some pictures with daddy, bubba? You’re going to smile as big as you can for our friend Lloyd?” Harry cooed at his baby boy, who only put his little hands on his face, a habit that he had been picking up lately and Harry and his wife found absolutely adorable.
He crouched down on the floor again so Lloyd could go back to taking pictures, but this time, he placed his little boy on his lap, grabbing him by his sides and putting his face close to his, tickling him a bit so he could crack a smile “Come on baby, give the camera a big smile!” and the little boy managed to pull a little, almost toothless grin, making the picture the most adorable thing ever.
“I think we have enough shots, your baby is actually so photogenic, mate,” Lloyd told his boss and friend, as he showed him the pictures he snapped, his baby was in fact, the most photogenic baby ever.
“I know, he’s perfect,” his words were filled with adoration for the boy in his arms, a mixture of his wife and him, and a product of all the love they have for each other, “I love you, bubba,” he pecked his cheek multiple times. He might have just made history at the world’s most famous arena, but being a dad was still his biggest achievement.
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il-i-sam · 11 months
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howdy! u have req ✉️ ƪ( ` ▿▿▿▿ ´ )
can i req skz reaction to 9th member maknae!reader tease them using tattoo stickers, hyung didn't believe and tried to wipe off but it waterproof and long lasting and of course, teased stay too ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
oh written plz, thx (→ܫ← ๑ )
This has been in my inbox longer than intended but HERE WE GO!
SKZ REACTION: 9th member pranking them with fake tattoos
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Pairing: skz x gn!reader
Type: written post
Warnings: swearing, crack
A/N: I don't know why Chan's ended up being so long hahahahah
[Masterlist]
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Bang Chan had asked you if you wanted to appear as a whole group in this week’s episode of Chan’s room, and so you decided to carry on your evil yet funny plan. 
The staff has helped you place the fake tattoos on your body, one on your collarbone and the other on your inner forearm. The makeup artists have even helped you make it look more realistic, so the prank is successful.
You get to Chan’s studio, sit down between Minho and Seungmin, and wait for the staff to give you the signal to take off your jacket. 
Twenty minutes in, you get a message, and that’s your sign to take the jacket off, the shirt beneath allowing the collarbone tattoo to show a bit, enough for Stay to see it in their houses. 
Then, one of the boys who had been reading the comments, notices one that keeps appearing over and over again: 
“Since when has y/n a tattoo?” 
↳♡Bang Chan
His first reaction is to laugh and shake his head. “No, y/n doesn’t have a tattoo.” 
But then, when the comments almost yell for him to turn around on his chair and look at you, he has some kind of brain malfunction. But then he turns around and finds you covering your collarbone with your hand; he panics. He looks at Minho, kinda telling him to take over the stream and trade places with him.
“You didn’t get a tattoo, right?” He calmly asks, with a fake smile on his face. 
 “No,” you answer, shaking your head. “I got two!” And when you roll up your sleeve to show him the tattoo, he swears he's going to pass out.
He tries to wipe it off with his thumb, thinking that it must be fake, but it’s not. “When did you get that?” 
“Oh, one of the staff members came with me last week to the tattoo studio,” you explain, getting close to the camera and showing off your arm. “Stay, do you like it?” 
Just when he is about to drag you out of the room, you start laughing your ass off, watching Chan’s soul leave his body, and then sitting down in his chair, completely in shock, when the staff opens the door and laughs along with you. “It’s temporary, Chan!” 
“I saw my whole career flashing before my eyes.” 
↳♡Minho
There is no way you can trick this man. Absolutely not a chance. He’s older, and he knows that you’re just trying to pull a prank on them. 
When he reads the comment aloud and checks the tattoo on your collarbone, he rolls his eyes. “Do you really think this would work? You can see it’s absolutely fake.” 
“It’s not,” you try to convince him, but he raises an eyebrow, daring you to try and convince him. “One of the staff members came with me to the studio; you can ask them!” 
“Oh yeah? Then you can come with me next week? We can get matching tattoos.” 
And when he sees the panic in your eyes, he knows that you’re an absolute failure as a prankster and that those tattoos are fake. 
↳♡Changbin
There are two possible reactions when it comes to Changbin: 
He either shrugs and doesn’t give two shits about it because it’s your body and you do what you want with it, or he has the loudest reaction ever known by humankind. So let’s go with the second scenario here. 
“WhaT? A TATTOO? YOU GOT A TATTOO?” 
We all know how loud he can be. He’s gonna try to wipe it off with a tissue, but when he sees that the ink is not leaving your body, his whole face might go white. “What have you done?” 
Then you have to tell him that it is a fake tattoo before the poor guy suffers a heart attack in his twenties. 
↳♡Hyunjin
Dramatic ass #1. He’s gonna throw your jacket over your body, drag you out of the camera, and ask you how you thought getting a tattoo and showing it on camera was a good idea. 
“But the staff came with me! They know about the two tattoos!” 
“TWO?” He asks so loudly that the rest of the members turn their heads in your direction. 
“Yeah, look!” You roll up your sleeve, showing him the tattoo on your arm. 
He slaps your arm, wanting to see your reaction. If it’s real, it’s gonna hurt. And if it’s not, you’re not even gonna react. You seem to forget about that fact because you don’t flinch. 
“Why are you always trying to kill me?” He says while rolling his eyes and sitting down again. 
↳♡Han
Dramatic ass #2. He’s gonna yell at you in front of the members and Stay about it. “Did you really get a tattoo?” 
“Yeah!” 
“Are you crazy?” 
“No!” 
“Did it hurt?” 
“A bit?” 
“It shouLD HAVE HURT MORE YOU IDIOT!” 
“IT’S FAKE!” 
At that, he rolls his eyes and sits down again. “I can’t deal with your ass anymore.” 
↳♡Felix
He looks at you, checks the tattoo, and genuinely asks about the meaning behind it, if it hurts, and how long you have to take care of it. He’s literally a ball of sunshine, and if you get a tattoo, he’s gonna support you and help you take care of it. 
“I think it's really cute. Do you like it, Stay?” 
It breaks your heart to have to tell him that it’s fake :( 
↳♡Seungmin
“What have you done now, y/n?” 
He’s so tired of all your pranks and so accustomed to them that he’s not surprised that you're trying to pull a prank on them with some fake tattoos. 
“I got a tattoo!” 
“That’s so fake.” 
“No, it’s not.” 
“I saw the staff helping you put them on.” 
You open your eyes wide. “You saw it?” 
And then he smirks, raises an eyebrow and says. “Gotcha.” 
↳♡Jeongin
He looks at you with the same face he had when he thought someone said bitch instead of beach. 
“YOU GOT A TATTOO?” 
“Yes.” You say, showing your collarbone and the one on your arm. “I got two.” 
This boy has to lean back and rest his head on the back of the sofa. “Oh my goodness.” 
“Do you like it?” The other members are laughing at the reaction. 
“Aren’t you a bit young to go getting tattoos?” 
“Not really. You can get them when you want!” You wink at the camera before turning to Jeongin again. “I’m thinking about getting a whole sleeve done.” 
At this, Jeongin covers his face and mutters. “Stay, it has been an honor to be with you these past five years.” 
You tell him it’s fake right after, making him throw a pillow at your face. 
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my3rzs · 1 year
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could i have a xavier thorpe request with an established relationship and the reader gets injured by the hyde or during the fight with crackstone? Thank you im just a sucker for angst.
KEEP YOU SAFE | x.t x fem!reader
summary: after getting a fight with xavier, you get injured
notice: she/her pronouns, swearing, reader gets hurt, overprotective xavier? bianca and xavier were never together, bianca is not a bully in here (i think thats all)
pairing: xavier thorpe x reader
a/n: i spent maybe 5 mins brainstorming abt the summary :’), but reblogs would help and im literally too embarrassed to read this so i could proofread it but enjoy lol, but check the hashtag #xavizgirl so you can see all my works there ahaha
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you and xavier had a fight last week and you haven’t talked to him ever since because he was jealous of a guy he saw you walking to class with,
though it was really stupid, you have to admit you did miss him a lot, you missed his stupid face, how he peppered you with kisses, how he handed you paintings of yourself or one of your favorite things you told him about, cuddling with him almost every night, you just miss him in general.
“hey, do you wanna hang out today? maybe go shopping?” bianca asks
you were too busy staring at a picture with xavier and you in it,
“huh?” you asked cluelessly as you heard muffled noises from her mouth
“let me guess, xavier? you’ve been ranting about the fight between you two for about a week, ya know?” the siren stated
“he’s just so stupid, he didn’t even let me finish what i was trying to say after he pulled me off the fucking guy!” you explained
“well, maybe you should just try confronting the boy. who knows you two just need to talk?” she answers
“well maybe i could do that, but what am i gonna say to him? it’s gonna be so awkward” you whined
“just explain how you’ve been feeling about the fight, how you barely know the guy, and stuff, but it has to be sincere and it has to come from your heart” she advised
“i’ll try my best, thank you bianca, i really owe you for this one okay?” you gave her a smile
“goodluck, y/n!” she gave you a thumbs up
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you pulled out your phone go text xavier,,
y/n: hey can we talk?
xay: uh sure? why?
y/n: can we plz just talk
xay: ok, when and where
y/n: like rn, and maybe our spot in the woods
xay: ok be there rn
you hearted his message and put your cellphone into your pocket, you were walking in the forest so that you could meed up with xavier and make things right until a large, hairy, grey, big eyes, bloodshot monster stumbled you over, it looked like a beast or some sort of creature. it trapped you and before you knew it, it’s claw’s scratched your skin through your clothes twice and you were a literal bleeding mess. you tried to run as fast as you could and tried to grab your phone so that you could call an ambulance or xavier but realized you have dropped it while running, and that was all you remembered.
xavier was still waiting for you and he was starting to get impatient and think he was getting pranked, he has texted you nonstop and sent you calls but it kept going to voicemail, eventually.. he gave up and tried to go back to nevemore but he saw your unconscious body and you were bleeding.
“y/n? what the fuck!” he screamed as he saw you
“everything’s gonna be fine, everything’s gonna be fine” he said running to your body panicking and immediately called the ambulance
once they have arrived they took you into the truck, while xavier was so awfully worried and kept blaming himself while pacing, bianca and ajax walked up to him and asked what happened,
“it’s y/n.. she got fucking attacked!” the artist cursed
“hey, it’s gonna be alright, okay? the nurses and doctors are gonna make sure she’s gonna make it” ajax calms him down
“and besides, we can also visit her. dont worry, we’re all here for you xavier” the siren added
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it has been 3 weeks and you still haven’t woken up, xavier was so stressed, his lips are so dry, he looked like he hasn’t eaten in about a week, and he has very dark eye bags, it was the weekend and he decided to go visit you.
he opened the door and saw that you still haven’t woken up, he sighed and put one of his letters on the table.
“i miss you” he muttered while grabbing your cold hands
“it’s all my fault” the blonde boy sighs
you opened your eyes slowly and saw him tearing up a bit, “xavi..?” you say
“y/n! you’re awake!” he looked up and saw that you were awake so he quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve.
“were you crying, xavi?” you asked and tried to sit up and but felt a pain in your stomach and hissed in pain,,
“fuck!” you cried
“hey, hey, hey, the doctors say your stomach is still not okay, so they don’t recommend sitting for now, yeah? but they say it will heal a bit fast, so you’re gonna be okay, alright?” he dodged your question
“xavi.. you’re ignoring my question” you gave him a frown
“i’m not crying, silly. and even if i was it wouldn’t matter, we need to focus on you right now, bubs” he points to you
“and i kinda want to apologize, for you know.. being jealous and overprotective, i’m the reason you got here..” he says
“don’t blame yourself, i should’ve waited for the next day” you chucked reaching out for his hand
he held your hand and kissed your forehead, “i won’t let anything happen to you, i promise i’m gonna keep you safe, okay?” he assured
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i didnt know how to end this and got lazy ahahaha
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lizkreates · 27 days
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Alright, I have a plant theory! I vaguely remember reading a theory that went something like: Plants were discovered, buried within the Earth's crust; humans then experimented on them Jurassic Park style to bring them back to life, and in the process they genetically modified them for their needs. (If you have a source for this theory this plz let me know!) Let's not forget the canon cloning either.
I couldn't help but notice after watching Akira, how eerily similar the technology integrated with Tetsuo and the plant patterns were.
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Could plants be part synthetic too? How were they brought back?
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To be fair, it could be a stylistic choice of the time. Fullmetal Alchemist uses similar patterns to depict alchemy. From an artistic perspective, this is an easy way visually to communicate that something has been manipulated non-organically, like a circuit board or a grid, a short hand for something man-made.
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Not to say natural geometry doesn't occur in like in the structure of crystals or rocks, but it's hard to not see the technology (hard angels) vs organic (soft curves) design elements.
Stampede goes even further to integrate both the organic and technological.
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Don't tell me that it doesn't look like a circuit board AND plant lines!!!
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UV Plant Photography by Craig Burrows
I'm left wondering what they were like before humans changed them. Were they more like the independents, reverting back to the way they were? Or were the independents an adaptive response to extreme circumstances? What did they truly look like?
It hurts to think how plants were manipulated to generate matter and power and that their suffering was so great they changed, either knowingly or spontaneously, their own bodies to produce offspring to bridge the gap between them and humans as a cry for help.
Anyway, I'm not okay about plants. : )
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