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enhaheeseung · 7 months

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Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: mentions of smut, language, alcohol, verbal abuse, crying, heeseung is a very shitty husband.

WC: 2,274k

“My god, it’s my wife again,” heeseung sighed. He was just out trying to spend a “peaceful” night with his co workers, and here you are, blowing up his phone and spamming him about his whereabouts. “I have to go before she has a panic attack.”

“She has you so whipped,” his friend and coworker Jake says.

“We must all have the same wife,” Heeseung replies, making the rest of the guys laugh while he grabs his jacket and takes one last shot before leaving the bar.“See you guys tomorrow!” He waves to his table of friends before going home, and he dreads walking through the door and having to deal with your constant whining and complaining.

He takes a deep breath before entering his home, but nothing can prepare him for the nagging he faces as soon as he enters.

He didn’t even get to take his shoes off before you had already started motor mouthing him. “Oh my god,” he rubs his temples in frustration. He already had a headache from work, and now he has to listen to your high pitched whining.

“Where were you? Why didn’t you answer my calls? I was worried about you.” you walk over to him to greet him with a hug. You don’t mean to bombard him with questions, but you were worried sick. “Is that- is that alcohol? Have you been drinking?” You say after breaking the hug that he didn’t even bother returning.

“Yes baby, it’s alcohol,” he sighs and takes his coat and shoes off, loosening his tie while he looks at you, completely disinterested in what you have to say.

“Hee, were you drinking and dri-“

“Yes! Oh my fucking god!” he shouts, cutting you off. “I’m a grown fucking man. I can drink, I can drive, and I can definitely take care of myself. I don’t need you keeping fucking tabs on me 24/7. I’m not a child I’m your husband.” he brushes past you, heading straight for the fridge to get another beer cause the five he had at the bar weren’t quite enough to help him put up with you.

You stood there, completely shocked by what he said. You knew you could be a little over the top and overprotective of him, but you didn’t know that’s what he thought of you.

Making your way over to the kitchen, you parted your lips to apologize. “Please just don’t. I already have a headache, and I can’t do this with you right now.” You close your mouth and instead try to hug him as an apology, but he just pushes you away. “Can you get any more annoying?” He shakes his head, popping off the lid on his beer and drinking half the bottle.

To say you were hurt would be an understatement this had been going on for months, this strange behavior that your husband adopted seemingly out of nowhere. The first time you talked to him about it, he just told you he was stressed from work and had a few drinks. You thought that was the end of it, but more often than not, he’d come home late, reeking of alcohol and treating you like you had zero feelings. You weren’t trying to scold him or baby him. You were just worried about him, but obviously, he didn’t see it like that.

Things had been a little rocky in the marriage. Lately, he spent more time at work and less time at home. You two rarely talked anymore. More like he wouldn’t let you talk. Every time you tried to get him to open up, he just shut down, and now you were stressed out because now not only was your husband shutting you out, but he was treating you like absolute trash, and you couldn’t believe it the day you met him he wouldn’t have dared talked to you that way but the heeseung you married was apparently long gone and you can’t believe after five long years of a happy loving marriage it all just went to pot in the last eight months and you don’t even know where to begin to fix it cause now his rotten attitude was now rubbing off on you which is why you responded with. “I guess I wasn’t annoying in bed last night.”

He chuckles, taking another sip of his beer. “That’s right, cause your mouth was doing something useful instead of bitching”

You gasp from his foul language, and he has the nerve to laugh at your shocked face. “What is your problem? Why are you acting like such an asshole?” You say with tears welling in your eyes and a defeated tone.

“You’re my problem, and maybe I wouldn’t be “such an asshole,” he says with finger quotes. “if you weren’t such a needy bitch” he scoffs. “Like my god, give me a fucking break heeseung this heeseung that when do you ever just shut the fuck up?”

You looked at him for a solid minute, complete utter silence taking over the kitchen, and you know what, if that’s what he thought of you, then so be it. “F-fine, I won’t be your problem anymore.” you turn away from him, not before a few tears trickled down your cheek.

Once he noticed you crying, he kinda felt bad even though you were being so over dramatic. “Baby….” Heeseung sighed, walking after you and gripping your forearm.

“I’m not your baby, and don’t you dare fucking touch me!” You yanked your arm out of his grip and went to the bedroom, leaving him stunned in the hallway cause you never treated him like that before.

“Shit,” he mutters and plops down on the couch finishing a few more beers to give you some time to calm down cause he knew you were just overreacting and being emotional like you always are.

He quietly enters the bedroom a while later, stripping down to his underwear and slipping in the covers, attempting to put his arm around your waist, but you simply scooted away from him. Instead of him getting the hint, he scooted closer to you, trying to back hug you, but this time, you got out of bed, grabbing a pillow and a spare sheet to sleep on the couch. “Where are you going?” He whispers groggily. From all the alcohol he drank, you could literally smell him as soon as he entered the bed.

“The couch,” you respond, tone as cold as ice.

“Fine, be a cunt, then see if I fucking care” he turns around in the bed, throwing the blankets over his shoulder and pretending that he was alright with you ignoring his touch and sleeping on the couch.

You just shook your head back and forth and left without another thought, going to sleep on the couch cold, sad, hurt, and alone.

In the morning, heeseung felt like shit. When he woke up, his head was pounding, and his muscles were sore from all the hours he’d been working. “Morning bab-“ he stopped when he remembered the fight you guys had last night, and that just made his head throb even harder than it already was.

After getting ready for work, he came out of the bedroom expecting breakfast, but you were still asleep on the couch. It looks like you slept a little bit more soundly without him than he did without you. He was literally tossing and turning all night.

He quickly kissed your forehead before leaving for work.

By the time you woke up, it was five in the afternoon, and that was the perfect time. Heeseung wouldn’t be home till eleven, and you’d be done packing far earlier than that.

You’d be lying if you said getting a divorce hasn’t been on your mind, but you gave it a couple of months to see if things would get any better between the two of you. But sadly, it didn’t, and divorce sounded like the only option. heeseung wasn’t communicating with you, and the past few months were eating you alive. If you stayed much longer, you probably would have lost yourself even more than you already have.

You gave up on dressing nice. What was the point when your man wouldn’t even take you out of the house you barely cleaned cause you just didn’t have the energy to, showering happened every other day, and you always felt useless cause your husband was struggling and you couldn’t help him the only thing that seemed to make him feel better was having you at night but even in bed he wasn’t the same he was more demanding always concerned about his pleasure and not yours which was a turn off for you.

But luckily, that was all going to end. After tonight, it would finally be over. You were freeing yourself from eight long months of abuse.

Once you finished packing, you stood on his side of the bedroom, a single tear leaving your eye as you slipped off your beautiful wedding ring and placed it on top of the divorce papers that you had already signed.

You left sooner than later because the longer you stayed, the more it was going to hurt, and you’ve been hurting for far too long already.

Heeseung was at the bar again, drowning himself in beer after beer and shot after shot, trying to forget the argument he had with you, but nothing was working.

He kept checking his phone every other minute, keeping an eye out to see if you sent him a text cause if you did, he was gonna respond right away and head straight home, so you wouldn’t have to worry about him being stupid for the countless night in a row yet a text never came, and he figured you must be really really upset with him this time.

“Is that your wife?” Jake asked, noticing him checking his phone every few minutes.

“No, actually,” he dryly chuckled, his thumb hovering over the power button on his phone. He turned it on and unlocked it, sifting through all his messages, and still not a single one from you. And now he was starting to get worried because this wasn’t like you. He should have at least ten missed calls and twenty different texts by now cause it was past midnight, and that’s always when you really started to spam him.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be at it soon enough.” his friend Jay pours him another drink, one that he doesn’t bother touching cause he’s still too focused on his phone, waiting to hear from you. “Ugh,” Jake sighed, a ding going off on his phone. “If it’s not one, it’s the other, am I right? Jake laughs, responding to his wife, telling her he’d be home soon and not to worry cause he’s with friends.

“Yeah,” heeseung mumbled and fake laughed if he was being honest. He was a little envious of Jake cause at least his wife was texting him.

Heeseung repeated his previous actions, checking for a new message, but he still had zero notifications. “You know, I think I’m gonna head home for the night.”

“What? It’s still early, though,” Jay complains.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” he drops a fifty on the table, quickly grabs his jacket, and jogs to his car. Something somewhere deep inside him was telling him that there was something wrong, and if anything like a break in or something bad happened to you cause he was out at the bar, he swears he’d never forgive himself.

Speeding down the street, he tries calling you, but no answer, which makes him even more worried. “Fuck! Baby, please be okay.” he feels himself on the verge of tears as he runs multiple red lights to get home to you. Most people might think he’s overreacting, but you never missed a call from him ever, not in your whole five years of marriage.

His heart drops when he finally arrives and sees your car no longer in the driveway. “Baby,” he mutters and unfastens his belt. Jogging up the porch, he quickly inserted his house key, and when he comprehended what he saw when he entered, it shattered his heart. It was almost as bad as a break in your stuff nowhere to be found, your shoes gone, all your little ornaments and decorations completely wiped out. “What’s this?” He says after entering the bedroom and, his heart felt like it stopped when he saw your wedding ring on his nightstand, accompanied by divorce papers. “No,” he shakes his head in denial, slowly backing away from the nightstand until his back hits the wall. “No,” he whimpers, sliding down the length of the bedroom wall. “Baby, no,” he whispers to himself, not wanting to believe what he was seeing. He knew he could be an asshole sometimes, but he never thought you would ever divorce him. “I’m so sorry,” he cries, running his thumb over the diamond on your ring. And right now, he’d rewind time just to hear your back to back questions when he came through the door. He’d never touch alcohol ever again if it meant he got to feel your welcoming hugs, and if he had just one more chance, he’d treat you the way you deserve.

He sniffs, wiping his tears and reaching for his phone, dialing your number only for it to go straight to voicemail.

He drops the phone at his side, staring off into space as tears roll down his cheeks. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please come back to me.”

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sturnlova · 2 months

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First time ( C.S )

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F & M receiving, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

Nathan : Red

(Word count : 900)

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Me and Chris have been best friends for over 8 years and i’ve told him every secret expect one, i’m a virgin, but i didn’t feel the need to because he can’t do anything about it. well at least i thought he couldn’t

“Exactly bruh, Y/N when your fucking someone would u let them do anal cause i personally wouldn’t” i giggled at his comment and so did everyone else but i didn’t really now what to say since i’ve never done anything romantically like sex, it’s not like people didn’t want to do it with me i just wasn’t ready. Nate went on for a while about fucking girls and his own experiences until i grabbed my phone and hoodie and hopped off the couch to go to Chris’ room and lock myself in there until i was ready to come out. I heard Matt whisper yell at Chris to go check on me and find out what’s wrong.

“Y/N let me in please, i wanna know if you’re okay, what happened Y/N/N”

“please go away Chris it’s embarrassing it doesn’t concern you anyway.”

“ I’m not going away Y/N/N cmon we’re best friends you gotta tell me ill tell you a secret if you want me to”

A minute after i unlocked the door, Chris opened it to see me with a puffy face due to the tears of embarrassment i shed. “Wanna sit and talk about it, i promise i won’t judge ” Chris moved us to the bed and laid me on his chest for we could talk about why i was crying out of nowhere.

As we laid down and made ourself as comfortable as we could i let out a sigh and a whisper into his chest “i’m a virgin at my grown age, Chris i just don’t want to do it with someone i don’t connect with, you know.” Chris just runs his fingers through my hair as i talk about how i feel embarrassed about being a virgin and why i still am one.

A uncomfortable silence forms until Chris cuts it with a knife “if you don’t wanna do this we can forget about it but do you want me to help, like platonically of course.”

“Help?”

“Yeah help.”

“You will tell me how to do it?”

“Of course Y/N no one has to know if u don’t want people to know“

He stands up and asks if i’m 100% sure, “im 101% sure Chris” He takes of his top and i take this as a queue to take mine of to, chris is there with jorts on and i’m left with shorts and my bra on which he unclasp with a bit of a struggle, but it’s fine. He leans down to kiss me softly but passionately.

He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top me of me. He pulls down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked well he still has his shorts on. “Chris please can you take ur shorts off, or do something please, it feels weird being naked and ur not.” “yeah sweetheart i’ll take it off don’t worry” He takes them off as he speaks.

Sweetheart?

I have to be honest with Chris because after all we are best friend’s “what if it hurts Chris, many get a towel in case i bleed.” “It’s ok we don’t need a towel but i’ll be slow i promise and you can just tap my arm 2 times if u want me to stop, ok?” i nod my head in response. He spreads my legs open and places my ankles on his shoulders. He teases my pussy hole a bit making sure i’m stretched before anything more happens.

“Okay I’m ready Chris just go slow” he slowly adds his length to me, i hiss in response as this is a new feeling and his definitely not small “you ok? want to stop” “no no keep going” He finally adds it all to me and starts moving, i can feel his balls against my butt it’s a bit funny to me only because this is the same boy i used to force to let me practice make up on. He continues his thrust at a steady past well whispering praises in my ear.

I’m a moaning mess under him due to all the new sensations i’m feeling; his tip hits my cervix with every movement he does. Chris giggles, “what’s so funny lover boy?” “the fact you can barely talk ” “shut up” i say between my moans.

“Y/N i’m really close ok, i want you to cum all over my cock” he whimpers as he moves slower and sloppier. “Let go baby” we finish together and giggle at each other’s sweaty tired faces a couple seconds after. We lay in bed together naked in a comfortable silence.

“You did so good Y/N/N i’m so proud of you. Thank you for being comfortable with me.” he kisses my check “you want me to get ya dressed for we can go back down? Or you wanna stay here for a bit ” “Yeah can you please get me dressed before someone walks in, and also i know i don’t have to much experience but you’re good at fucking” Chris giggled and pulled out of me to add my clothes and his clothes back on.

Chris puts his clothes on then grabs me by the waist and puts my clothes on until Nate walks in our room.

“Did y’all fuck?”

“what?” i say with a tone that clearly had attitude to it.

“No we didn’t do that, she had really bad stomach pains and was crying so it might i’ve sounded like moans but it wasn’t..”

“Oh sorry than but why is she naked?”

“Nate get the fuck out”

Chris whispered in my ear “I’ll drop you off home baby” i started to blush and nodded my head and looked down.

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It’s been 4 months since Chris admitted his feelings to me after “helping me” and i couldn’t be more thankful. I now have the best boyfriend i could ever ask for, we also have an annoying but loveable Nate who saw us Post sex.

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jaegersdevil · 6 months

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midnight confessions - eren jaeger [canon divergence]

"Can't you see that I've fallen for you? That I've been in love with you for the past 6 years?"

You stare at Eren dumbfounded, jaw slack and tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. Loose strands of hair blow in front of his face, but before you can push them away, he does it himself.

His confession came out of nowhere, and frankly, you weren't expecting him to yell it, either. His voice still echoes in the back streets of Marley.

Eren looks at you expectantly, like he believes you're capable of an answer. With red cheeks, he shakes his head gently. "But it's too late, isn't it?"

His voice is a whisper, but you want to tell him everything; that you do love him, that it's not too late to stop whatever keeps him up at night, and not too late to fall in love with the one person you've always wanted.

"Eren."

You reach for him, fingertips grazing his shoulders as he steps back. Eren doesn't meet your eyes, scrunching up his face before he turns around.

You call his name again, but he doesn't listen, walking down the street, away from the restaurant.

Looking up at the moon, you curse. It was either now or you'd lose him forever, and you'd be damned if you let that happen.

"I love you, too, you idiot!"

Your tall best friend freezes. The autumn air howls around you, and besides the melody of the band inside and a few teenagers laughing on the main street, it's silent.

Eren turns his head to the side and mumbles your name before sighing. "I need to go."

As if you got the wind knocked out of you, you gasp, tears pouring down your cheeks as you walk toward him. "No."

He steps to face you, eyes red with agony and green eyes swimming with grief. Eren grasps your forearms as you go to hit his chest with the little energy you have left - you knew this was coming, you all had.

"Why tell me you love me then?" You shout, voice breaking. "Why tell me and then leave?"

Eren looks at the stars. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you."

You scoff, and try to remove your arms from his hands. "Please don't go," You beg, basking in the feeling of his skin on yours for one last time. "We can fix this! No matter what it is."

Eren shook his head, thumbs rubbing circles on your pulse points. "I have to do this."

Not knowing what he's talking about, you panic. "Please," You cry. "What's going on, Eren?"

"I can't tell you, but just know it's all for you," He nods toward the restaurant. "And them."

"Why?" You ask.

"Because you're important to me, and I'd do everything to protect you," He sniffles, tears collecting on his chin. "I love you more than anything else."

You frown and close your eyes. With a burning throat, you nod and lower your arms, but Eren's grip never wavers.

"Do you promise to come back to me? After you've done what you need to?" You whisper, knowing you'd have to let him go.

Eren whines softly at your question, chest heavy with misery. His eyes flicker with doubt and suffering, and it takes everything in him not to tell you he won't be back. "I promise."

And with that, you shake your head, stand taller and push his hands off you. "Go then. I'll see you 'round."

Eren's jaw drops in disbelief, and he grapples with your hands, but you won't hold him any longer. "Hey-"

You get the strength to push his chest this time, and when you do, he stumbles, though you know he could've stopped if he wanted to.

"Go!"

It's quiet for a few moments, but then Eren wipes at his cheeks and nods. "I'll see you soon."

And when you walk back into the restaurant, eyes heavy and sniffling, everybody knows Eren up and left. Now, it was just a matter of when he would return and preparing for the worst.

part 2

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bleedingoptimism · 7 months

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The Stray

part four

“What… are you doing?” Eddie asks him softly, afraid of the answer as if he can’t already tell.

Steve sniffs and looks at him with an apologetic smile, a single tear hanging off his long eyelashes.

“I talked to Robin. I told her the truth. She wants me to go live with her.”

Right. Robin. The best friend who lives across the fucking country while she’s finishing a master’s or something. The one Steve didn’t want to find out the truth because he didn’t want her to worry. The only family he has left. Eddie had talked with her once or twice on the phone, Steve told her they were roommates… She seemed nice. He kind of hates her now.

“You want to leave.” He doesn't mean to sound so intense but he can’t help himself. His whole world is turning on its axis. Just like that first morning when he got home to find Steve in his kitchen.

He hadn’t even thought of the kitchen as his in such a long time. It was theirs. Steve’s and Max’s and Eddie’s. Their kitchen.

Why would he leave?

“No!” Steve tells him taking a step closer and shaking his head, “No, but…” He crosses his arms around himself and does that little shrug of his, “It’s been months, Eddie! And I’m not any closer to finding a job or fending for myself! I can’t keep living off of you! Not when-” But he cuts himself and shakes his head again hugging himself harder.

“You are not! You are so much help! And you make us happy and money it’s not a problem-” Eddie tries to assure him.

“But it is! It is for me! I can’t-” Steve frowns at him and Eddie quickly lifts the notebook back from the floor and walks inside.

“What if I gave you a job?” He asks, a little desperate.

Steve's frown deepens as he looks confused at his notebook in Eddie’s hands, “What?”

“I- I’m sorry I found your notebook and I read your songs and they are so good Steve-” He grabs Steve’s hand and gives the notebook back, “Corrored Coffin could hire you as a songwriter! Or I could put you in contact with my agent and-”

Steve throws the notebook into his open bag and takes a step away from Eddie, he covers his face with his hands and moves them up to his hair, tugs on it. And Eddie fumbles in place because he doesn't know where he went wrong.

“So you- you and Max, you- help me and take care of me and give me support and a family, a ho- a home. And now you want to give me a job?! Eddie I- it’s too much. I can’t-” And whatever he was going to say gets lost behind his hands as he covers his face again, shoulders shaking and taking short intakes of air.

Eddie steps right back into Steve’s space and holds him by the shoulders, hands going up and down in a soothing motion, “Woah, puppy, yes, you can! Of course, you can! I’m not offering it, I’m asking you. I need you.”

Hiccuping, Steve slowly moves his hands away from his face, he blushes and his eyes search Eddie’s as he wipes his tears away pointlessly, since more keep falling nonstop.

“Why do you call me that?” He asks seemingly out of nowhere.

Eddie is so thrown back he chuckles, “You don’t mind, do you?” he asks, moving a strand of hair away from Steve’s eyes. He knows he doesn’t, he’s been calling him that for months, and Steve blushes and bites his lips like he’s holding back a whimper every. single. time. It drives Eddie insane. But he’s never asked him why before.

Steve shakes his head and bites his lip, “Why puppy?” he asks.

Maybe it’s not the confession he was hoping for, but still, Eddie tries to lay it all out there. Instead of answering why he calls him ‘puppy’, he answers why he’s in love with him.

“Because you are cute and kind and bubbly. Because your smile is so bright and sincere when you see us, you make coming home the best part of the day. Because your happiness is contagious, your hair is soft and wavy. Because you are bad at taking care of yourself and always put everyone else’s needs before your own. Because you sing like an angel and you are so pretty it makes me want to cry. Puppy.”

Steve blinks and Eddie caresses under his eye, wiping another tear away, “Not because I'm a stray?” Steve murmurs under his breath and before Eddie can answer, Steve grabs Eddie’s hands away from his face but moves a little closer and holds them between their chests.

He shakes his head with a little frown between his brows, “I lied, I do mind when you call me that. It makes me want to do stupid things.”

“Like what?” If he could move closer he would, but right now they are toe to toe.

“Like fall in love with you.” Steve says looking right into his eyes, “Like stay.”

“Fuck, Steve would you?” Eddie whines and lets go of their entwined hands to grab at Steve’s waist and pull him closer, “Would you stay?”

Steve keeps his hands over Eddie’s chest, one palm over his heart and there’s no doubt he can feel how hard his heart is beating right now, “Eddie, I don’t need-”

“I know you don’t, of course you don’t. But I want it.” Eddie interrupts him. And this is it. This is where he comes clean.

“I want you. I want to take care of you, to touch you, to make you feel good, to keep you close and safe. To give you things and stop you from working too hard and remind you when you haven't eaten all day or not to work out too much or forget to take your jacket when it’s cold. I want you to wear my jacket when it’s cold.”

Finally, Steve’s hands move from his pecs to his shoulders and he circles Eddie’s neck with his arms, the heat of his body warming Eddie from head to toe.

“That sounds like so much work. I’d be so needy,” he whispers shyly, a little unsure. But there’s a glint in his eyes, and Eddie knows he is already in.

“I want you needy,” Eddie says, his lips almost touching Steve’s, “I want to be what you need.”

Steve does whimper at that but he doesn’t move closer. He’s waiting for Eddie to kiss him first but Eddie needs to know. Needs to know if Steve’s still going to leave.

“Puppy, please. Stay.” He begs.

A whine and nod is all he needs.

fin

part 1: 🎸

part 2: 🐾

part 3: 📓

part 4: you are here!

coffee?☕🥐💕

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twice-inamillion · 1 year

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Mina’s Birthday Gift

Smut, Fluff (Date, Deep penetration, creampie, lactating)

Chapter 177

Date with Mina and a round of sex

*" Smack… smack…" is what Mina feels on her face. She slowly opens her eyes to see Ari's small hands smacking her in the face.

"Ari, are you wide awake already?" as is sitting down on the bed with a large smile. "Are you having a good morning?"

Ari leans on Mina's tummy and then crawls to the end of the bed. "Wait… don't get close to the bed; you're going to fall off." Mina gets up and tries to catch Ari before she has an accident.

Immediately Mina hears a soft cry coming from the other side of the bed. "Aww, Hina, I'm sorry we're being too loud." Hina, not feeling her mother's warmth, was up to see her mother not next to her. She gets up and sees her mother on the other side of the bed with Ari, believing that her mom is going to leave her behind. Hina stretches her arms, trying to reach for her mom, and is in tears.

"My poor baby, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere," picking Hina up. Mina rocks her gently, calming her down. Hina then rubs her face on Mina's chest, "are you hungry?"

Unbuttoning her blouse, Hina rubs her nose on Mina's chest before attaching herself to the light brown nipple in front of her. "There, there, you're alright," as Hina begins to suckle.

"Mina! Kids! Breakfast is ready!" as Mina hears her mom's shout from the other side of the door.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"I slept well. I enjoy sleeping in my old room but do find it a bit funny."

"Why is that?"

"Well, it's my old room when I was a kid and now I'm using it again but I have my kids."

"Haha, that's true. How can a kid that still likes watching amine and playing video games have her own kids."

"Mom… I only watch anime on Saturdays, I'm not a kid anymore" frowns Mina.

"Oh really? So why is the tv on right now? What were you going to watch?"

Mina is silent because her mother is right she's still like a child that is raising small versions of herself. She changes the subject by giving attention to the twins who are sitting in their high chairs. Both Ari and Hina try to eat the baby food that is in front of them as they watch the anime that their mother puts on.

"Mina, you should get ready for your birthday date. He should be picking you up soon."

"You're right. I need to make sure I look pretty for him. It's been a while since I've gone out with him, and want to leave a good impression. I could pack some extra clothes, just in case.

"What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself."

———

*" Ding dong."

You ring the doorbell to Mina's house, waiting to see her and your twins after being separated for a few days. It's Mina's birthday, and both of you have made plans to go out and spend time alone.

"Coming!"

You hear Mina's voice coming from the other side of the door. She opens the door and says, "good morning Oppa."

"Good morning, Mina."

"Come in. The twins are watching some tv." Mina starts to walk back to the living room, but you stop her by holding onto her hand. "Why are you walking all fast? I want to wish you a Happy Birthday. Can't I kiss you?"

"Uhmm… but my parents are here."

"It's just a small kiss."

"Okay."

Mina closes her eyes and nervously waits for her birthday kiss. You want to tease her but don't want to cause any trouble. You pull her in and give her a small kiss on her cheek and on her forehead. "Happy Birthday, baby."

"Thank you, you make me so happy," as she places her head on your chest. "Want to see the twins?" You nod, and she walks towards the living room. "Wow, you look great," giving her a smack on the ass. "Oppa, my parents are home, not here." Giving her a smirk, and asks, "maybe later?" Mina walks back and pulls you in, and whispers, "you might get lucky tonight" she smiles and waddles away.

“Ari, Hina, daddy is here.” Automatically the twins turn around and look for their dad. But he's nowhere to be found; they look around and eventually look back at Mina. "Oh no! Where is daddy? Where did he go?" Ari smacks her hand on her high chair table.

You approach the living room, trying to avoid Ari and Hina's sight. As they look around, you wait for the perfect moment to surprise them. You slowly get behind them and say, "good morning, daddy is here." You watch as they both turn around, and Ari giggles. With their baby talk, they raise their arms, wanting to be held.

You pick up both Ari and Hina and have them in each arm. Having not seen you for a few days, they place their head on your chest. Mina's mom walks next to you, "they must have missed you a lot."

"Yes, I've missed them too. Hopefully, they had a good time with their grandparents."

"Yes, they are enjoying us pampering them. They are our little princesses."

"Is true?" The twins agree as they show their gummy smiles.

"By the way. Are you both ready for your date? Make sure to leave now before it gets busy."

"Yes, we'll be leaving soon. Just need to grab some last-minute things."

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You both arrive at Universal Studios Japanese in the city of Osaka. It's your first time here, but it's Mina's favorite place to go growing up.

You see, as she is excited to go inside after not visiting for so long. "Come on Oppa, let's go."

Mina pulls you towards the entrance, scanning your tickets. "Okay, I want to get some things from the shop before we get on any rides, okay?"

"It's your day; you lead the way." Mina begins to waddle towards the shop and looks through the self. "Okay, I have everything I wanted to get right now. We can come back before we leave, right?"

"Of course, anything for the birthday girl," Mina smiles. She then pulls out her phone and shows you a list of attractions she wants to visit.

The first attraction is the new Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon attraction. Mina begins to skip as she makes her way to the attraction. "I'm excited, I've been reading about it, and I heard that it's really good." You can see how much she looks at this even if she's wearing a mask. "This is why I got the sailor moon merch now; I wanted to get on the ride with it. Don't you think I look pretty?" as she holds her wand and purse in hand.

"Yes, you look like a cute little princess." Hearing this makes Mina embarrassed. As you enter the ride, Mina holds your hand the whole time.

After every ride, you both walk alongside each other with Mina's head on your shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the Godzilla vs. Evangelion attraction. It's over there," as she begins to see it. After finishing the ride, you take a small break to catch your breath.

"You have a lot of energy, Mina." Mina laughs, "I'm having fun. It's not every day that you can visit an amusement park that has your childhood shows as attractions."

"Are you ready for the last one?"

"Which one is it?"

"It's the Attack on Titan one and the last one. Saved the best for last." She stands up and waddles to the store. "Let's get matching capes!" Mina hands you a cape, and you place it on. "Want me to help you put it on?" "Yes, let's take a couple's picture together."

Mina pulls out her phone and takes a selfie of you together. "Come closer, I want to get both of us together." *click click She takes a series of photos and chooses a couple to add a filter on it. "Look, don't we look cute together?"

"I liked the attraction. Let's come back again and maybe bring some of the members." You nod in approval, "what do you want to do next?" Mina pauses for a moment and thinks about what she wants to do. "Well… I'm hungry. I want something nice to eat."

"You read my mind. I actually have a reservation for a nice restaurant in an hour and a half. Maybe we can head out now and have a little walk before getting there." With a smile, Mina says, "sounds good."

After leaving the theme park, you and Mina make your way back to the city. You both walk down the street before getting to the restaurant. "How did you know I wanted to come here?" You think back to when you asked Momo and Sana for some advice and how Mina had wanted to come to Chayamachi. They helped you make a reservation for Mina's birthday. "I asked some friends."

When you both arrive at the restaurant, you're welcomed and escorted to your private booth. "This is really nice. Thank you for bringing me here."

You and Mina have a full-course meal consisting of both seafood and meats. You watch as Mina enjoys every bite. Seeing her happy makes your day. The dinner ends with a nice slice of chocolate cake. You place two small candle sticks and light them up. "Happy Birthday, Mina."

"Thank you."

You pay for the dinner and start to walk back to the entrance. "Do you want to walk for a bit or want me to take you straight home?" Mina pulls the corner of your jacket, "I want to stay the night."

Mina isn't the type of person to be proactive in these sorts of situations. "Are you sure?" Mina nods, "I told my mom that I was going to stay with you to watch the girls. I want you to make love to me." She immediately hides her embarrassment by using her hands. "I can't believe I said that. It's so embarrassing."

You try to reassure her, "it's okay; I want the same thing. I just wasn't sure if you were ready." Looking into each other's eyes, you confirm that she wants this. You take her hand and head back to your hotel.

Scanning your hotel key, you open the door for Mina, "wow, the room is really nice." She walks towards the other side of the room and stares, "you have an amazing view. You can see the whole city from up here." Wanting to enjoy the moment, you wrap your arms around Mina's waist, holding her tight. "The view is nice, but it's better with you here" you proceed to kiss the side of her neck.

The sudden feel of your kissing on Mina's neck is unexpected, causing her to shiver and get goosebumps. As you continue to kiss her, she slowly releases a soft moan. You move your left hand to her breast and your right hand down her underwear. As you move slowly down, you feel a little bush. Your fingers hover over them and make their way toward her private place. You can feel the anticipation coming from Mina as her body begins to move as you get closer to her entrance. With the use of your two fingers, you trace her lips and slowly insert the tip. She moans as you touch her sacred place.

You whisper in her ear, "you're wet. Moan for me, Mina, moan. I want to see you enjoy yourself." Mina, who was trying her best to hold in her moaning, finally released her enjoyment. "Ahh… ahh… oppa, don't tease me like this. I want you."

Hearing that has gotten you hard. You undress her, removing every piece of clothing with such care. Not being intimate with Mina for such a long time has gotten you nervous, not wanting her other self to come out. So instead, you want to be as careful as possible not to trigger her. Once she's in just her bra and underwear, you take a step back.

"Wow! You have such as amazing body", making Mina blush. "Don't say that. You're making me embarrassed ." "You don't have to be; you have a perfect body." She lowers he hands and tries to pose by placing her hands on her hips. You can help but think of it as cute. "Oppa, you want me to strip for you?"

This catches you off guard, "I would like that." Mina steps back, in the middle of the city lights as her background, and undoes her bra. They drop to the floor and move on to her matching panties. Once she's bare naked in front of you, "what do you think?"

Words can't describe how she currently looks. With Sharon, it is straightforward, hot, and sweaty sex, but with Mina, it's different. "I have no words. You're beautiful." You walk towards her, feeling her body with a delicate hand. The feeling of her shoulders to her waist, her breast to her abs, and the feeling of her thighs to her ass. "I'm a lucky guy."

"What do you like about my body?"

"Everything."

"But if you had to choose one thing? What would it be?"

You're hesitant to respond. You like every inch of her body, but in your head, you know your answer. "If I have had to choose, it… it would be your ass."

"You like my bottom? Why? with a curious face.

"It's just the way it looks and the way it feels in my hand. I love it."

"You really like it, huh" as she begins to smile.

Seeing her smile is the best reaction, "who wouldn't? Anyone would be jealous to have one like yours. Especially with how soft it feels to touch," as you start to grab her ass cheek.

"Oppa… you're such a dirty boy. But… I like it. You're mine, and if you like my butt, I'm happy."

After giving her a last grab and rub, Mina stands on her tippy toes and kisses you on the cheek. She walks towards the bed and lays on her back, "Oppa, I'm ready for you," she says as she slowly spreads her legs open. Mina gives you a good view which makes you hard; you walk towards her and take off your clothes. Taking off your clothes as you go, you throw them on the nearest chair you can find.

Now you're in front of Mina, and what a fantastic view. Mina's legs are spread open, and you can see her nice trimmed bush and cute little pussy leaking from before. "Wow, I want to eat you whole. I can't wait. I want to see you a bit better," as you spread her legs even more. Getting on one knee at a time, you are right in front of her cunt. You feel the warmth that is released by how close you are.

"Itadakimasu," as you pull her in closer towards your face and take a good mouth full. You hear Mina's moans as you trace her entrance. Her sounds get even louder as you use your tongue to explore the walls. You switch from sucking on her nub to tracing your lips against her lips to eating out her insides. Every time you switch, you hear her struggle to keep her composure until, finally, she breaks. She begins to tremble as you slightly bite her little numb, causing her to release a stream of precious liquid on your face and chest.

After watching her shake violently for a minute, you can't wait any longer, so you pull her in close to the edge of the bed. Aligning your cock to her entrance, you watch as she is still experiencing some after-effects of her first orgasm of the night. "I want you, Mina; I can't wait," as you start to push the tip of your cock inside of her. She grabs both your wrists with her hands on hold of you, tight. She tilts her head to the side as she tries to endure your length and bites onto the bedsheet. "I'm going to go slowly, okay? Let me know if it is too much for you, and I'll stop." Mina nods her head, giving you her approval.

You push your cock slowly, feeling every inch of her insides as it gives you much resistance. "Hmm.. oh my god… you're too big, oppa," as she digs her nails into your skin. "Are you okay? Is it too much? Want me to pull out? You ask. "No! I can take it. Just go slowly. I can take you in whole, just like before. I can do it." You admire her determination but also worry that she might be forcing herself. Instead, you push a bit more and see her biting her lip, causing you to pull out a bit. "Don't," as she wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer to her, causing you to impale her in one move. "Ahhh… fuck… it hurts," as tears begin to flow from Mina's eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to," as you try to apologize. "No, it's okay. I pulled you in. I just wanted to get it over with, but I can't believe it would hurt so much." You ask, "you want to stop?" "No, just move slowly. I'll get used to it as you go." You do as you're told and slowly begin to thrust inside of her. You see that with every thrust, she is adjusting to your length as her cries of pain turn to tears of pleasure and joy.

"Kiss me," whispers Mina as she brings you in closer to her face and makes you get on top of her. Both of your lips move against each other, tongues twisting and saliva being mixed as you both drown in lust for each other. You can't tell how much time has passed during your make-out session, but you know that she's enjoying it.

After finally letting go, you notice that her tits are perked up and leaking. "Is your cock throbbing when you saw my breast leak?" she asks. "Umm… yes." "You want to give it a try? with a shy face. You nod your head, and she grabs your right breast and gives it a nice squeeze causing it to release more milk.

"Come on; you can drink as much as you want." No need to wait as you dive in and grab onto her breast, kneading one while sucking on the other. Mina's precious milk flows down your throat as you thrust inside her. You try to make her feel as if she's feeding you. Like before, you lose track of time as you are too concentrated on milking her dry. "Oppa, cum inside me. I want to feel all of you."

Hear that gets breaks your concentration, "you want me to? Are you sure?" Mina nods, "Yes, I'm safe today. You can fill me to your heart's content. My body is yours." "Okay, I'm close," as you switch to her into a Valedictorian position. With her legs up in the air, you can reach much deeper.

You start to increase the pace of your thrusting, making Mina call out your name. "It feels so good. Yes, like that. Cum inside of me, I can feel your cock throbbing; I want to feel full; I'm ready." You pull out your cock, leaving the tip inside and looking directly into Mina's eyes. In that instance, you impale her again, causing her to grunt and her eyes to roll back. "Take my cum, baby," as a wave of cum floods her insides. Mina has another orgasm right after the sudden penetration of her womb.

You stay connected to her as she has her orgasm. You feel her wall's clenched onto your cock with all its might. You see as her tummy swells up a bit from the amount of cum you filled her with. Once she gains her composure, she grabs your head and kisses you again. "That felt so good. I thought I was going to pass out," she laughs.

You pull out your cock and watch as your cum flows out, staining the sheets below. "That was good. I can't wait to do it again sometime."

"What do you mean? We have all night, remember? I can still go again. Don't you forget it's still my birthday, and I want you to fuck me until sunrise?"

"Really?"

"Yes, and if you're lucky, I might let you fuck me from the back.

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Meaning of love (22/01/2024)

writing this broke my heart, poor suguru didn’t deserve this kind of treatment but i just had too i’m so sorry :(

Why did you love me? I always wanted to ask. I wondered what did I deserve to have you? How could a person be so perfect like you and you are here by my side? Did I save the world in my past life or did I become king or something? Just how did I get you to love me?

Every day I would sit down and take my time to ponder about this question, slowly, and thoughtfully. Honestly, I still haven’t had the answer yet, but I’m sure you can answer that yourself right? So I head over to your place it’s freezing and I’m wrapped in the scarf that you gave me for Valentine’s Day. I wish that it wasn’t the scarf that was wrapping around my neck, but your arms.

I rang your doorbell, twice. I could hear your footsteps slowly approaching the door, then a click. You open the door and I could see your pupils widen and as you see me.

“Why are you here?” you asked me, I said you were in shock and surprised that I was here, it was like you didn’t want me here. But I just automatically assumed that you had some unfinished business going on so I just shrugged it off and went into your apartment.

I sat down on the couch, it smelt like you, a scent of a tad bit of lavender mixed with smoke. It smells refreshing, but just a bit on the bad side. I sighed. “Did you smoke?” I asked you. You just sat down on the couch and rolled your eyes. “Does it matter?”

I was flabbergasted, speechless, and a bit shocked. You never talked like that to me. it was like you were a stranger to me. Why are you acting like that?

Concerned, I asked you, ”Are you okay, darling?”

Your gaze was cold, cold as ice, as if icicles were piercing into my eyes. And I didn’t like it at all. So I put my hand on your cheek, and ask again. “Darling, are you alright? Tell me what happened?”

Instead of responding to my kindness, you pushed me away. “Who do you think you’re calling ‘darling’? Darling here, darling there? Who do you think you are?”

I was speechless, literally. How could you say something like that to me, your fucking girlfriend. My eyes welled up with tears as I ran out of the apartment, the question leaving my mind entirely because obviously you don’t love me anymore.

As I reached home, I broke down. The tears that woke up couldn’t help but roll down my cheeks. I kept crying and crying until I couldn’t, and the sun rose without me knowing.

All those heartfelt moments we have had together had disappeared into the back of my mind. Those memories of what we once were had dissolved into nowhere. The tea parties and the late night movies with you, all those have become a part of the memories I wanted to destroy. Because I really didn’t deserve you, I deserved better, way better.

Now I just sit back and wonder why did you even kiss me first if you weren’t going to love me forever, all those empty words that I thought meant the world were just lies. Why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty? But you gave me your promise to love me forever and now where has the love gone?

Love. What is that? What even is love? My question switching from do you love me to what is love. “Suguru,” I weakly muttered, “I truly did love you, I just wish you could return this love with a smile but not a scowl.”

I would love to find out the true meaning of love. But this time not with you, just myself.

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#jujutsu kaisen #drabble #jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto #geto x you #geto suguru #gojo and you #jjk geto

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Matched: Chapter 2 - The Postcard

*Please read the warnings below*

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Thea Warnings: 18+. Language. Angst. Anger. Yelling. Jealousy. Dark thoughts. Talks of death/suicide. Crying. Smut. Mentions towards sex. Unprotected sex (p in v). Oral sex (f receiving). Fingering (f receiving). Fluff. (please let me know if I have missed anything so I can add to the list) Author's Note: I couldn't wait, but now I have to force myself to wait until this coming Sunday to share the third chapter.

*If having read the warnings and you feel uncomfortable, please do not continue on*

We had fallen asleep there inside the boat, entangled with each other. I didn’t mind it though. The bed was comfortable and the bedding was heavy enough to keep us both warm as the pole barn grew colder overnight.

I held her close as she slept beside me. It feels so right having my arms wrapped around her. She smells like a perfect mix of sex and apples. The apples must be her shampoo. Curling tighter around her body, I pull her as close as I can to mine. I can see her cheeks rise and she smiles and I press my lips to the back of her neck. I trace the curves of her collarbone and up the expanse of her neck. Her cheeks rise even higher as I drag my finger over the line of her jaw.

Soon she turns over and smiles up at me. “Good morning.” She says.

“Good morning.” I say back with a smile. “Are you hungry? I could cook us something in the house.”

She shakes her head and buries her face into the side of my neck. “Not right now..” I hear her mumble against my skin.

“Then what do you want to do?” I ask while I trace my fingers up and down her spine. “I don’t mind laying here all day, but our bodies will need sustenance soon.”

She smiles against my neck and pulls away. “Make love to me.” She says.

“I don’t have another–” I begin to say. That condom was my last one, truthfully.

She shakes her head. “I have an implant.”

“You do?” She nods her head and rolls onto her back.

I stroke myself a few times to get myself hard again before I nudge her legs apart. I rub my tip through her folds, shuddering slightly at the feel of her. I look back into her eyes looking for permission to continue and she smiles and nods her head. Slowly I push myself inside of her. The friction between us feels incredible as I brush against her walls with every inch that I can reach until I’m completely bottomed out. “Damn..” I mumble as I rest my head on her chest. Feeling her completely felt like a whole different world. Still with my head resting on her chest, I make slow and intentional thrusts. Turning my head I leave soft kisses along her skin. I kept the pace at a slow one, taking my time to be with her. I’ve been unsure of how long I had with her.

I wanted to make this last because, what if she leaves today and things just stay as they are and we don’t move forward? What if after this morning.. What if this is it?

I hadn’t realized that I had fallen deep into my thoughts until I felt her tap my cheek. “Jake?” She softly speaks, resting the palm of her hand against the side of my face, cupping it. I lifted my head, my eyes meeting hers. “Are you alright?”

I pull out of her, already mourning the loss of contact. I lay out beside her on the bed, my eyes fastened to the ceiling above us. “Thea..” I finally speak. “I don’t want to do this if it means you’re only going to leave..”

I feel the bed move as she comes closer. Her delicate hand rests on my chest. “I’m going nowhere,” She says.

“You mean it?”

“I do.” She leans over and presses her lips to mine. “Now I’m hungry..”

I can’t help the snort that escapes me. “Come on..” I say as I push myself off the bed.

–

We couldn’t really keep our hands off of each other. Okay.. Mostly me. I can’t help myself. I finally have her and I don’t want to waste a single moment not touching her.

I have my arm wrapped around her as I toy with her pussy. She’s bracing herself against the counter top of the kitchen island, knuckles turning white as she rides out her orgasm on my fingers. “That’s my girl..” I whisper into her ear as I kiss the skin behind it.

She leans back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I gently sway our bodies from side to side. “Can we do this every time we have breakfast?”

I chuckle and kiss her cheek. “As you wish..”

I feel her smile as she turns around to face me. Her beautiful, doe eyes look at me, full of such wonder. I could get lost in her eyes and never want to find my way back. She’s my siren and I will gladly follow her to the deepest depths of the ocean. Let her take my soul, claim it. Own it for eternity. Dramatic? Sure. But is it the truth? Always.

“What are you thinking about?” She says through a giggle.

“Your eyes,” I say, never breaking contact with her irises.

Her eyes squint just a little as her smile grows. “My eyes?”

I nod my head. “They’re beautiful.” I say. “Especially when the sun shines against them at the right time.”

“And why is that?”

“You remember those root beer candies?”

“Mmhmm..”

“And when you’d hold them up to the light, they had that perfect golden, brown glow to it?” She nods her head, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. I reach for her hips and press her body against mine. “That’s how your eyes look. They have a golden, brown glow to it and I find that beautiful.”

“But not perfect?” She pouts her bottom lip and I smile.

“Of course it’s perfect.” I lean in and press my lips against hers. “Everything about you is perfect.” She rolls her eyes, not in the way I could make them roll, but rolling them nonetheless. “Don’t do that,” I say, staring her in her eyes again. “There is nothing about you that I won’t find perfect.”

I grind my hips against her naked center, pushing my robe away from her body. My hardened length rubs against her folds. Her head falls backwards as she leans back against the counter and her eyes flutter closed as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip once more.

“Jake..” She moans. “Please..”

I roll my hips again before pulling away and sliding down my boxers, freeing myself. I stroke myself before I hitch her leg up and around my waist and slowly push myself inside of her. She whines, letting her head fall back even further. I thrust inside of her, pumping gingerly before picking up the pace.

The robe comes undone from around her chest, exposing her breasts as they bounce with each thrust. “Oh god, Jake.. Right there, baby..”

“Yeah?” I slide my hands up her body, cupping each of her breasts in my hands. “Do you feel good?”

She eagerly nods her head as she claws at the counter tops, in search of something to hold on to. Letting go of her breasts, I grab hold of her legs and pick them up and bending them closer to her body as I thrust even deeper inside of her. She lets out this animalistic moan.

I feel her walls clench around my cock, her breaths growing ragged. I keep up my pace, bringing us both closer to our climaxes. “Touch yourself.” I find myself demanding. Her hand creeps in between her legs and her fingers begin toying with her clit, rubbing it in circles and pressing harshly. Her walls clench around me again and I find myself cursing loudly as I spill inside of her. She’s following right behind me, her own release covering my cock and mixing with my release.

I stay buried inside of her as I gently lower her legs and lean over top of her. “Definitely doing this every morning.” She says, her eyes never leaving the ceiling.

I burst into laughter before carefully sliding out of her. I grab a washcloth and wet it before cleaning off my length and folding it over to clean her center.

Helping her down from the counter, I notice her legs shake a little. She shoves me away when she catches me snicker. “Come on, let’s go wash up.”

“Uh, Jake?”

I turn back to face her. “Yeah?”

“I’m going to need help up the stairs.”

Walking back over to her, I scoop her up into my arms and I carry her up the stairs and into my bedroom. Setting her gently on the toilet, I reach around the shower curtain and turn the faucet letting the warm water spray down from the shower head. We spent the next thirty minutes washing up before retreating to the bed.

There wasn’t love making or heavy sex this time around, just hands touching each other’s bodies as our tongues wrestled. Her skin is soft, it feels unreal. It’s like silk against the calluses that cover my hands. I know I don’t deserve her. I’ve done nothing to earn her love but here she is, pressed against my body allowing me to hold her, to have her.

“Jake..” She says as she tries pulling her away. She giggles as I pull back to me. “Jake, as much as I want to stay like this, I really should go get clean clothes.”

“I have clothes,” I say as I kiss her neck. “You can wear them.” I continue kissing her neck, slowly drawing her back in. But alas she pulls away again and pecks my lips before climbing off my lap. “Please don’t go..” I plead. “Please..”

Thea gives me a sympathetic look. “I promise I’ll come right back–I can’t live in your clothes forever.”

“You could.”

She smiles and pecks my lips one last time before spinning around and grabbing the robe off the door handle. She slides it on and ties it around her waist, securing it so it covers everything, and skips out of the room.

Falling back against the pillows, I exhale sharply and throw my arms back behind my head. She comes back to the room, not even ten minutes laters, fully clothed and leaning against the doorframe. “Enjoying the view, are we?” I say, flashing her a grin.

“Very..” She laughs. “But I need a favor..”

“And how ever can I help?” I say, sitting up in bed.

“Can you drive me to my place?” She asks. “I mean–I could walk, but that’s at least four miles and I’m too lazy.” Chuckling, I nod my head before dragging myself off the bed and to my dresser to get clothes.

I’m going to her place. I’ve never been to her apartment before. With being Sam at the time, and then I taking off to sail around the world, there never seemed to be a reason for me to ever be over at her place.

Leading me upstairs to her apartment, I watch her as she fishes in her purse for the keys and pulls them out to unlock the door. Pushing it open, she steps aside to let me in. “Uh, just make yourself comfortable. I shouldn’t be long.” She says as she hangs up her purse and kicks off her shoes.

Glancing around her apartment, I come to notice how simple it is. Everything has a place for itself. Pictures line the wall, mostly family. Family that I’ve never met. Will I ever? My eyes land on a photo, one I’ve never seen before. One that must have been taken while I was gone.

Sam has his arms wrapped around her, as they both smile gleefully at the camera.

I tear my eyes from it as I hear her come walking back down the hallway.

“I’m ready.” She says as she smiles at me.

I smile back, pushing the thought of the photo out of my mind. “Shall we?” I say extending my hand.

Arriving back at my place, I carry her bag upstairs for her. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I set her bag on the bed and pulled my phone out of my pants pocket. Josh’s name flashes on the screen. An instant smile spreads across my face. I hadn’t spoken to Josh since I got back, so seeing his name again fills me with happiness.

“To what do I owe this call from you, brother?” I say as I answer his call.

His chuckles sound through the phone. “Still on that Oliver Reed shit, I see.”

I laugh. “His spirit resides within me,” I continue with the bit before changing back to my normal voice. “It’s good to hear your voice again. Been a while–though seriously, what is the reason for you calling me?”

“Sam..” Josh says with a tone that suggests he’s not entertained with what he is about to tell me. “He came up with this new riff, apparently, and he wants us all to come over–maybe add more to it. Claims it could possibly land on the new album.”

New album. I hadn’t been back home long before I’m already being pulled back into the reins of the band. Though I’ve had a long enough time away, and I do miss the band, the music, and playing for thousands of people, I’m not quite ready to dive straight back in. But to see my brothers again, to play music with them, I wouldn’t pass that up. It was one of the things that I have missed.

“Give me ten minutes and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Sounds wonderful,” Josh says gleefully. “Bring everything, I have a feeling that it’s going to be a long day.”

“That sounded like a cheery phone call,” Thea says as she walks over.

I put my phone away and unzipped her bag. “Sam came up with a new riff, wants us all to come over to try to add more to it. Thinks it might end up on the new album.”

“New album?” She says curiously. “Diving back in already?’

I shrug my shoulders and pull out her clothes from her bag. “Slowly, I hope.” I say with a small twinge of a smile tugging at the side of my lips. “I have space in my closet for you to hang these up, so they don’t wrinkle.” I take the empty bag and carry it to the closet. “I’m gonna get ready while you put everything away and then we can leave when I’m done.”

She nods her head and kisses my cheek. “Don’t take too long, you know how impatient Josh can be.”

I chuckle and nod my head. “Unfortunately, I do.” I say as I pull her in for a kiss. “I promise I won’t take long.” I grab a shirt off of a hanger and a pair of pants before going off to the bathroom. I’ve already showered, so there isn’t much I have to do.

I was in the middle of buttoning my pants when Thea stepped up into the door holding a postcard in her hand. A worn postcard. One that I haven’t seen in months since my time spent in Spain. I felt my heart plummet to my feet, or rather my stomach, I felt like I wanted to vomit.

My love travels far to wherever you are. I hope you think of me, because I think of you. Things did not turn out as I hoped they would be. But there is not a thing I can do. Is there?

I knew the words all too well. Remembered them as if they were seared into my brain.

“Where did you find that?” I ask.

“It fell from one of your shirts when I was hanging up my dress–I accidentally brushed against it when I turned…”

“I never wanted you to read that.” I say. “I should’ve burned it when I had the chance to.”

Her eyebrows pull together and her hands drop to her sides. “But Jake–”

“I was in a bad state when I wrote that..” I say.

“Bad state? Wh-What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I say as I finish buttoning my pants.

“Jake, I-”

“Please, just.. Let it be..”

“But-”

“Thea!” I shout and slam my hand on the sink’s counter. I inhale a shaking breath, clenching my jaw and rolling my fists into balls at my sides. “Just listen to me, please,” I say as calmingly as I can. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’ve dealt with it, it’s in the past.”

“Jake, it was dated six months ago..”

“Thea, stop pushing this–pushing me. You don’t know anything..” I step up to her and rip the postcard out of her hands before tearing it into pieces and tossing it into the trash and storming out of the bathroom.

All that time that I worked so hard to get rid of, to push out of my head, just comes flooding right back up the drain. I was right when I said that I should’ve burned that postcard. I never should’ve kept it. I don’t even know why I did it.

I feel bad for yelling at her, but I needed her to stop. I wanted her to let it go. I didn’t mean to yell, it just happened.

As I sit there on the edge of the boat in the pole barn with my legs dangling over the edge, I’m back on the calm waters of the Pacific, watching the sun setting. The postcard is clutched in my hands as I stared aimlessly at the horizon and the sinking sun. That’s how I felt. Just like the sun, sinking. Drowning.

I knew I had to let her go. Knew that she didn’t belong to me in that moment. That she might never be mine. I’ve said this before that I was selfish, hoping and wishing she’d be mine. If she wanted to be with Sam, then I’d let her. If he truly loved her, then I’d let him. I’d move on and forget all about her.

Aside from the music, there was nothing else tethering me to this world, to this life.

Stuffing the postcard into the pocket of my shirt, I slide the sleeves off of my shoulders and chuck the shirt behind me onto the boat. Standing to my feet, I grasp hold of the rope that is pulled tightly to keep the sails upright. The wind blows through my hair, the gentle breeze feeling like her silk skin brushing over my shoulders.

Just do it. The little voice inside my head says, nudging me closer to the edge.

A gust of wind tips the boat, causing me to lose my footing. I slip off the edge, my grip falling from the rope. I slide off the edge of the boat, grasping for anything to grab hold on it. My hand finally grips onto the metal pole on the side of the boat. My body slammed into the side, scraping against the ladder. I knew I was cut when the salt water touched my rib cage causing immense stinging.

I managed to pull myself back up into the boat and fell onto the deck, with my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing ragged. The sunset skies high above me, taunting me in reds and oranges. I hadn’t moved from that spot, even when the skies turned dark and the stars started to appear.

Just the tiny sliver of me still held hope, that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way as I did for her.

Had she stopped me in Florida all those months ago, had she come up to me, I wouldn’t have had those thoughts. But I know I can’t hold the blame over her for my own selfish actions. I know better than that. I just wish now that she would have come to me.

I hear the door to the pole barn squeak open and I look over to see Thea slowly step in, her eyes carefully watching me as if I were going to explode on her again. Climbing down from the boat, I walk over to her and gently reach for her hand. I place my lips upon the top of her hand, giving her a gentle kiss before I hold it between my hands.

“I’m sorry,” I say, resting my forehead against her. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“I’m sorry I pried..” She says. “I promise I wasn’t–”

I shake my head, interrupting her, “There are some things you should know–and it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I’m not ready.”

“Well,” She holds my hands and presses them to her chest. “I’m here when you are ready.” She says. “Now come on, we should get going. I’m sure everyone is waiting.”

–

“Yes! The prodigal brother returns!” Danny jokes as he throws his arms onto the air. They come down and fall around my shoulders, pulling me for a hug. “It’s great to see you–I missed you while you were away.”

I chuckled, hugging him back. “Yeah sure you did,” I joke. “I saw post after post–always at a party, Mr. Social Butterfly.”

Danny laughs and pats my shoulders. “Well what else was I supposed to do while you embarked on your journey?”

Josh was the next one to greet me. “Even though we just talked on the phone, I still want to hug you.” He laughs before throwing his arms around me. It felt good hugging him again. I had missed having him by my side at every waking moment. “It is great to have you back home.”

“I hope you worked on your film while I was away,” I say while we still hug. “I told you to.”

“Well,” Josh sighs and pulls away. “I did..” A sly smile spreads on his face. “It was thrilling! The script was amazing, by the way. Everyone loved it. We got it all done within six months and it’s finally out of post production. I think the studio wants to submit it to a film festival in New York.”

“That is all incredible!” I exclaim as I playfully shove Josh. “So while Danny was out partying and doing god knows what else, you actually filmed a movie.”

Josh eagerly nods his head. “Oh and she,” Josh points in Thea’s direction and flashes me a smile before continuing. “She helped out a lot with this process. Mostly in makeup but she made everyone look gorgeous. I keep asking her to be our makeup artist but she keeps declining.”

She beams a grin at him. “I didn’t decline, I said I’d think about it.”

Josh chuckles. “Nonetheless, she was fantastic.” He then pulls me off to the other side of the living room, saying he wants me to read over some of the lyrics he had conjured up over the last few months.

I notice Sam walking over to Thea and greeting her with a small hug. “I see ditching you two at the bar worked out,” Sam winks as he nudges her side.

She smiles. “You could say that.”

“Alright, are we going to do something or are we just going to stand around?” Danny says before drumming a little.

The melodic sound of my guitar flows through the void, filling my ears and wrapping around my body like an invisible hand that guides me through the dark. I sit there on the floor, in front of the fireplace and strumming delicately on my guitar. A notebook is open in front of me as I chew on a pencil between my teeth.

I stop playing and lean forward, pulling the pencil from my mouth, and jotting a few notes on the paper. “Did I wake you?” I ask, noting Thea’s presence in the threshold of the living room. “Come here..” I beckon, still keeping my back turned facing her as I continue to write in my notebook.

Her feet move, pulling her deeper into the living room. Bending down on the floor, she sits down beside me. “Can’t sleep?” She finally says.

I nod my head. “Tossed and turned so much I feared that I would wake you..”

“So you came down here to play?”

Again I nod my head. “Clears my head–which then makes it easier for me to sleep.”

“It sounds beautiful,” She says. “A little chilling, but beautiful.”

I smile a little. “Until it gets switched to the SG, paired with Sam’s bass, and Danny’s drums, then it’ll sound electric–no pun intended.”

“And what about Josh?” She asks.

I chuckled and wrote a little more into my notebook. “Somehow he’ll write lyrics that sound just as haunting as the music but yet when he sings it, it’ll sound uplifting and beautiful, even if the words suggest a deeper meaning otherwise.”

“Such a talented bunch.”

I smile again and lean back against the pillows that I had propped up against the coffee table.

“Is the fire a part of your cleansing?” She asks.

“Nothing like sweating out the toxins.”

She laughs and presses a kiss to my cheek. I turn my head to look at her. “You have bags under your eyes.” I say.

She rolls her eyes and I laugh. “Gee, way to make a girl feel beautiful.”

I lean over and press a gentle kiss on her. “You are always beautiful.” I say. “And besides, I’m pretty sure that I have some too.”

“Yes,” She says as she rests her shin on my shoulder. “Makes you look–”

“Watch it..”

“Or what?”

I hum, setting my guitar gently on the floor in front of me and I tug her onto my lap, forcing her legs to straddle my waist. I can feel the heat of her chest through the fabric of the worn t-shirt that she stole from my dresser. My hands slide up her waist and underneath the shirt and I push it up and over her breasts before pulling it off.

Slowly I lay her on the floor, on her back as I kiss her, and trailing them down her neck and to the valley of her breasts. I continue down her torso, swirling my tongue around her belly button. Dragging her underwear down her legs, I toss them away before spreading her legs.

I sweep my tongue through her folds and her back snaps into an arch as I insert a finger beside my tongue. She moans out into the air, reaching her hands down to my hair and tugging on it and I hum against her throbbing clit.

Soon I have her climaxing. Coming down from her high, she tilts her head downwards to look between her legs as I continue to lap up her release, not letting one drop be missed. Once I was finished, I helped her back up and rest her back in my lap.

“Jake..”

“Hmm?” I murmur, burying my face into the crook of her neck.

“What happened out there?” She asks, bracing for me to react the same way I did yesterday.

“Out where?”

“In Spain.. What happened?”

I inhale and turn my eyes to the fire. “This isn’t a conversation to be had at four in the morning..” I say.

“But I think it’s a conversation we need to have..”

I nod my head and kiss her shoulder, my lips lingering longer than usual. “You’ll look at me differently..” I finally speak.

“Jake, you said you were in a dark place,” She turns on my lap to face me, caressing my face in her hands. “Was it because of me?” I cast my eyes downwards, confirming her answer. When I look back up at her, I know she can see the tears filling my eyes. “Jake..”

“It wasn’t just…you..” I say, my voice trembling and my chin quivering. “I believed that I wasn’t good enough for you, I believed that I wasn’t good enough for anything–or anyone. I-If you didn’t want me–or love me–then who would?” She lifts her hand to my cheek and wipes away the fallen tear. “I felt like I was suffocating, being dragged down by everything.. And the date.. Written on that postcard–that was the day I contemplated ending it all..”

My heart beats fast in my chest. I had never spoken that aloud to anyone. I wanted to die. I believed I had nothing to live for anymore.

“I almost did–but not by my own hand..” I continue. “The wind, it was strong that day and it blew the sails, nearly tipping the boat over and—I slipped..” I sniffles and wipe the back of my hand over my nose. “I got lucky when I caught myself.. I may have cut myself in the process, but it kickstarted something in me said to just keep going.. Even if you didn’t love me back the way that I loved you–or if I wasn’t the best in my career.. So I gave you up, gave up trying to prove myself to everyone–” I take a breath. “And I thought I was over you, for good–until you showed up at the bar the other night and everything came flooding back.”

I reach for my hand and leave a gentle kiss on it. “I took my shot,” I continued. “And I’m glad I did.. I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now.”

I see her own tears so I reach up and swipe my thumb over her cheek, collecting the fallen tears and taking them away.

“I’m okay..” I say. “Because I have you.”

She smiles and brushes my hair back behind my ears. “You will always have me. No matter where you go, I go. I just hope you don’t get annoyed when I follow you so closely that you can feel me in your bones.”

I chuckle and roll my eyes. “I could never get annoyed.”

“Good, because you are stuck with me for eternity–however,” She pats my chest and leans a little ways away. “If you don’t take me out on that boat, then you can forget anything about a happily ever after.”

I snort and squeeze her ass in my hands. “I can take you out on it,” I say. “Pick anywhere in the world, and I’ll take you there.”

“Anywhere?”

I nod my head.

“Can we go to Brazil? I’ve always wanted to go to Rio.”

“We can go there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.. I’d take you anywhere that you desired to go.”

She snuggles back into my body, resting her head on my shoulder. “If you had to pick one spot that you traveled to, where would it be?”

“Greece,” I say with no hesitation. “It’s peaceful there and the waters are beautiful. I met this older woman there, she owned a shop with her husband, he makes hats–made me one,” I rub the pad of my thumb over her knuckles as I continue to tell the story. “The woman, she once asked if I loved anyone and I said yes, and she told me that if the love is real, I should hold tightly to it because soon life will go by and I’ll find myself old and with gray hair wishing for times like this. She told me not to waste a second of it or take it for granted, because we never know what tomorrow will bring.”

“Smart woman.”

“I thought so..” I move to sit up and grab the t-shirt to slip back over her body. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

“Is your head finally clear?”

I smile and nod my head. “It is..”

After the fire was put out and I had gathered my guitar and notebook, we made our way back upstairs to the bedroom. I curl my body around her and press a delicate kiss to her cheek.

Opening my notebook, I hand it over to Josh. He reads through what I wrote the night prior. I watch as his eyebrows scrunch together as reads through each word. Usually I can decipher what his looks mean, we communicated that way for most of our lives. But today, he’s masking them pretty well.

“Seems rather dark, don’t you think?” He asks as he hands it back.

“Needed to clear my head, so I did. I wrote it all out.”

Josh turns ever so slightly on the couch to face me. “Are you okay?”

I nod my head, a smile spreading across my face. His face contorts, matching mine. “I am okay.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re in lo-o-o-ove!” He sings out. I roll my eyes and he laughs. “I’m so happy for you, and I am ecstatic that you’re finally with her. Don’t get me wrong, I thought she and Sam were cute, but–you and Thea have an epic love thing going on.”

“You’re such a dork.” I say, shoving him over.

He laughs and shoves me back. “I really am rooting for the two of you,” He says. “Especially after all you went through.. I want this for you–I want her for you.” He picks up the notebook again and reads over the words written on the page. “Still a bit dark but I think I can make something out of this. We could make it a bit more uplifting with the music side of it.”

“You honestly think we could use it?” I ask.

He nods his head. “I think we can.”

The door to the recording room opens and Sam steps through with Danny. “Woah, you two are here early.” He says. I quickly grab the notebook from Josh and close it before stuffing into my bag.

–

Coming home and parking the car in the driveway, I see Thea’s car parked there too. I breathe a sigh of relief and content before turning off the engine and going inside. She appears in the foyer from the kitchen, a smile spreading across her face. I smile back and stretch out my arms.

Hold me. Please just hold me. I plead within my head.

“How was your day?” She asks as she wraps her arms around my torso.

“It was good, actually..” I say, looking down into her smiling eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah..”

Thea smiles as she reaches up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to my lips. Soon our kissing turned into a make out right there in the middle of the foyer. My hands roam underneath her shirt, holding tightly to her waist and pulling her in closer to me. Eventually we pulled away breathless, our foreheads pressed together.

“How was your day?” I managed to ask in between breaths.

“Could’ve been better. Sat in a meeting all day going over statistics and how we as a team can improve the company–basically all the boring Corporate America bullshit..”

Letting out a chuckle, I kiss her again. I pull away and bring her into the living room. “I want to let you know that the band has a few shows coming up,” I say as I go over to the drink cart and pour us a couple drinks. Turning back to the couch, I go ahead and sit down beside her where she’s perched on her knees with her elbow propped up on the back of the couch.

“So soon?”

I nod my head, handing her one of the drinks. “Apparently it was scheduled while I was away.”

“Are you ready to jump back into doing shows?”

I shrug my shoulders. “But it’s something I have to do..”

“Yes, but.. You still have a say in it–especially if you’re not ready to go back yet.”

“I know but… I’d be the only one not wanting to do the shows.. I can’t do that to them. Sam and Danny have been itching to get back out there and Josh, try as he might saying that he’s enjoyed the time off from the band, I know he misses it–I can feel it.”

I can see her nod her head in agreement beside as she lifts the glass to her lips to take a drink. “Then if this is going to happen–which it seems that it is, I’ll be there with you, for all of it.” She leans over and kisses my cheek. I feel her open her mouth again but shuts it before pulling it away and taking another drink. I had the urge to ask her, but I knew not to push it so I let the silence linger as we finished our drinks.

It wasn’t until after going through more whiskey and wine that I had her spread out on my bed, begging for me to let her cum. “Jake, please!” She cries, tugging harshly on my hair and clenching her thighs tightly around my head. “I can’t.. Hold it..”

“Yes you can.” I taunt before pulling my tongue. Pulling her knees from around my head, I lean back on my own. Grabbing her legs, I pull her to me, resting her along my lap. My fingers are still wet with her slick so I plunge them back inside of her, rubbing circles into her walls and dragging my fingers in and out.

Her arms fall outwards on either side of her, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. Her back arches off the bed as her mouth falls open. The most obscene and pornographic moan emits from her mouth as her eyes squeeze shut and her knuckles turn white from tightening her grip.

“Jake!” She cries. “Please!”

Her walls clench around my fingers, signaling her impending orgasm. I think I’ve held her off long enough. “Okay, baby..” I say.

Just as the tidal waves crash against the shore, her orgasm crashes right into her and she’s soaking my hand and the bed sheets.

After cleaning her up, I get her into a warm bath. Her fingers trace lightly over my bare skin. I nuzzle the back of her ear with my nose and kiss her skin.

The thoughts settle back into my brain. The doubts, the wrong feelings. What if she doesn’t love me like I love her? What if she still loves Sam? Does Sam still love her? Am I doing the right thing? Is this right?

What if we rushed into this too fast? There was no first date. There was no me picking her up at her place, knocking on her door and taking her out to dinner. No.. I brought her back to my place and fucked her on my boat. No.. I didn’t fuck her, I made love to her. Passionate love. Love that I have been dying to give her, to shower her with.

Maybe I should do this the right way. Pump the brakes, just a little, and start from the beginning. I should ask to take her out, on a proper date. Buy her flowers and knock on her door. I should take her to a nice place, with a romantic feel to it. And then maybe bring her back here and make love to her.

No, stop it, Jacob. This isn’t about sex. This is about love. Loving her the right way. Loving her with all of me, my heart, my head, not my dick–which seems to be growing impossibly hard from the feeling of her ass pressing against it. Fuck, no.. Not right now.

“Thea?” I find myself blurting out. She hummed in acknowledgement and intertwined our hands together. “I think we need to talk..” I can feel her body tense so I lay a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “It’s nothing bad, I promise..”

“Okay..” She visibly sighs with a shaky breath. “What should we talk about?”

“Us..”

“Of course..”

I inhale and release my breath before continuing with the conversation. “I think we should hit the brakes for a minute,” Once again her body tenses. “I only say that because–and maybe I’m the only one–I think we jumped into this so quickly..”

“What are you saying?” She slowly turned in the tub so her body faced me.

“I would like to ask you out.. On a proper date..” I watch her as she nods her head before I continue. “I want to buy you flowers, and pick you up at your apartment. I want to take you to dinner.”

“So in other words, you want to slow it down just a little and just..date.” I nod my head. I can see the gears rotating in her head before she nods briefly, a small smile appearing on her face. “I would love that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” She says. “But if you’re gonna buy me flowers, they have to be daisies.”

“Daisies, huh?”

“Yes, they’re my favorite.”

“Daisies it is then.”

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Liu Kang’s Guidance

A/N: This is a bit more of a serious one. It’s not an x reader. This is a vent piece. And something that maybe others are dealing with too. Sorry for the heaviness, I’m writing about what I’m feeling currently

Content Warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts(?), questioning life, purpose

The waterfall splashing did not ease the anxieties nor the sadness. But it filled your mind. Enough to stop the buzzing around in it. Yet it did not bring peace like it should.

Footsteps approached, but you knew whose they were. They were very familiar. Soft, yet purposeful footsteps.

“Hey,” Liu said, taking a seat next to you. “I have been looking for you.”

“Have you?” You asked him, eyes not leaving the waterfall. Birds chirped around you both, filling the air with their songs. The trees loomed over you both. “I am sorry for wasting your time.”

“My time will never be wasted with you.” He replied with a small smile. But he knew your mind was not in this world. “What is going through your mind?”

There was a lot. A lot that needed to come out, yet you did not want him to carry your burdens. You did not like to burden others, otherwise you would have talked to Raiden or Kenshi about what was going on. “Don’t worry too much, it’s okay.”

Liu frowned. “You can tell me anything. I am here to listen to you. Especially if it will ease your mind.”

“You have a lot on your plate. You don’t need my stresses too.” You told him as you started to pull your legs close to your body. It was a way of keeping you safe. Keeping it all inside.

“If it will help you from losing yourself to the darkness of your mind, then I will share your burdens. Now, tell me. I am listening.” He said, patiently waiting for your answer.

You sighed. “Lately I have felt out of touch with myself. For the past year, I have felt like a walking zombie. I can function, but I can’t function how I would like to. Everything feels like I’m watching myself from an outsider’s point of view. Like in third person.” You explained to him. Liu Kang understood what you were saying. He too had felt like that before. “I can hardly recall memories because in those memories, it was like I was outside of my body.”

“My anxiety has worsened. It seemingly comes on out of nowhere in more recent times. And I never used to get anxiety.” You said quietly. “I’m always so tired. I get so tired during the day, to the point I can hardly keep my eyes open, but at night I can’t sleep. And when I do sleep, I can’t sleep completely without waking up a few times during the night.”

“Have you been drinking caffeine?” Liu asked.

You shook your head. “No, I cut caffeine out of my diet for the most part. Sometimes I’ll have some, but it is usually earlier in the day where it won’t affect my sleep.”

You reviewed what you had already told him in your head. He could see the gears were turning in your head. He waited for you to continue.

“I always seem happy to everyone else, but really, I am unhappy. I feel like…” You felt the lump in your throat form. “I feel like I don’t know my purpose. Or maybe, I don’t have a purpose. I haven’t fulfilled much in my life. I feel like I’ll never be able to do it. I’ll always be stuck where I’m at.”

The tears started to brim. You didn’t want to cry, but it was difficult. “I always feel like crying. I feel like crying about everything. But I always stop myself from doing so. But sometimes I get so overwhelmed. I feel like I carry so much stress, but I can’t let it go. Or I can’t get rid of it.” A few tears started to fall. He watched with a tinge of sadness. “I feel so sad. I always feel sad. Sometimes I do have good days. And those good days are really good. But a lot of the time, I am sad. Or I am in a funk. Sometimes, I lay in bed for hours because I am unable to find the energy to get up.”

Liu put his hand on your shoulder, making the tears worsen. Your bottom lip began to tremble, but you continued on. “I keep everything to myself and I just have no place to put it at. Or let it go. I feel on edge a lot of the time. My thoughts give me anxiety. They will keep me up at night or they will make me physically ill. I get random body aches that I can never explain. And they hurt a lot.” You tried wiping away your tears, but only more appeared.

“I am lonely. I am lonely in my heart and in my head. To me, all I have is myself. I don’t like to burden others because I feel like they have been through worse. Or my pain can’t compare to theirs because theirs is bad.” You swallowed the thickening of the saliva in your throat. It was like the dam had broken. Everything was flooding out. You sniffled.

“I’m not suicidal. It has crossed my mind in the past. But not as of recently. But sometimes, I think about what if I didn’t wake up tomorrow. What if it all ended tomorrow? I wouldn’t have to battle what is going on in my head anymore. I would find the peace that I have always craved. Yet I don’t beg for death.” You continued to wipe away the tears with your hand. Liu got a tissue out of a pocket and gently wiped at your face with it. It was a comforting gesture.

“I guess I’m in limbo. I’m alive, but I haven’t been living, you know?” You looked at him with red eyes and a small, sad smile. “I don’t know what I’m waiting for. I want to be better. I want to feel like a person again. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

Liu had a solemn expression on his face. He did not know how much you, his friend, was hurting. You had masked it very well.

“I’ve felt like this for so long where I feel like I should be used to it. But it’s just gotten worse. I haven’t gotten the help I need to deal with it. I’ve just been trying to deal with it in my own ways but they have all been bad. I’m always so angry or annoyed. But now, since I’ve let that stop controlling me, all I can do with my depression is just nothing. It’s sitting here eating me alive. I don’t know where and when this started. I can hardly remember.” Your eyes were beginning to puff up and the headache was forming.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be depressed. I have a good home, my family is great, things are good. Yet here I am.” You laughed, but nothing was funny. It was out of sadness. You turned your tear-stained face away from Liu Kang. “I just wish I could feel better.”

“Perhaps a hug may ease something?” Liu offered. You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around him as he did to you. Hugging a person made everything come out. The tears started to come rapidly, your body shook with sobs. Liu hugged you tighter, feeling your emotions flood out of your body. If this would help you, he would do it for all of eternity.

And he was right. A hug did ease something. It made you feel a little less alone.

“As the Protector of Earthrealm and being a creator of a timeline, I understand your loneliness and the feeling of lacking in purpose. I assure you, you are very purposeful. Everyone plays their part in their life. Just like in this timeline, everyone plays their part that they need to. They fill their purpose.” He explained as you pulled away from him, wiping away your tears and snot. “And you, you have your purpose. It is your duty to understand and know what it is. And it may not come right away, but I promise you it will.”

You nodded your head. “I guess so. I just need to push myself more and try to fix what I can. I just might need an extra push, you know?”

“And that is what we are here for. We are all here for you. No matter the circumstances. No matter what your mind says.” Liu replied as you both faced the waterfall. He placed his hand on your shoulder again. “We will always be here. You are never alone. You will never have to feel alone.”

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk 1 2023 #mk1 #mk 1 #mk liu kang #mk1 liu kang #mk raiden #mk kenshi #mortal kombat liu kang

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dragonsdendoodles · 24 days

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similar vein to that other ask but opposite, what do you think enoch and horace would argue about non trivially, like the worst disagreement theyve had

Oh good lord angst time. Buckle up kids today we’re going over why my friends yell at me. Fair warning this one’s also gonna be long

So there are two scenarios. One where Horace is the one hurt, and one where Enoch is.

I think whatever it is either way, it started small. I think generally they’d be good at communication, having picked that up from Hugh and Fiona, but it was, at the time, a small issue. It was not a stupid issue, because if it were a stupid issue it would turn into an argument about the argument itself.

The two things that made the first scenario significantly worse:

1. We have seen how Enoch is just in general. He has zero filter and he’s a jerk and sometimes it’s funny and sometimes he takes it a bit too far. I think, very similarly to myself, he can’t actually tell. He can tell when he’s hurt someone, but he doesn’t actually know what it was that hurt them. We’ve also seen him argue with people quite a lot, which leads me to believe he can be pretty volatile.

2. My headcanon for Horace being upset is that whenever he is, he gets in his head until he’s convinced himself that if he voices his concerns with whoever upset him (especially Enoch) he’s either going to be yelled at again and it’ll go nowhere or he’ll bother them more by bringing it back up and that combined with blaming himself for the whole thing means that eventually he just kind of shuts down. Stops talking. Waits for it to go away.

Normally, if I were writing them in this fashion (surprise surprise, I have a fic draft where I am,) Enoch would pester Horace about whatever he’s upset about until he fesses up, they talk it out, kiss a little, after an hour of trying to get this out of him it’s over in ten minutes.

However, if they were to get into a Big Actual Fight about whatever it was, I think Enoch would not have the patience to sit and deflect Horace’s “I’m fine/nothing’s wrong/you didn’t do anything/I’m just being stupid”s for as long as he usually has to. If Horace’s stubbornness wins out instead of Enoch’s and Enoch is both upset that Horace won’t ever fucking talk to him and doesn’t have near enough patience to keep pushing the issue to be able to have the information to resolve it, Enoch decides fine. If you’re going to be like this, then I’ll let you fucking be like this until you can be a fucking adult and actually fucking talk to me. Except that doesn’t come out like that, it’s Enoch, so it comes out as insults. Horace snaps back because the insults were uncalled for, Enoch snaps back because oh we’re doing this now, and neither knows who raised their voice first but now they’re both yelling. It gets messy. Someone gets called unreasonable, the other asks why he’s even still with him if he’s so horrible, the first asks why the hell he’d even say that when he knows why (the answer is he’s not, they’re both just pissed off and throwing words at each other to see what sticks,) it goes on for maybe twenty minutes tops. They get tired of crying and screaming at each other so depending on how bad they need one, one of them hugs the other and they actually talk about it or one of them goes away to calm himself down and process everything and then they hug and talk about it. Things are a little shaky for a while, but for the most part they’re just relieved it’s over and for some reason the other is still here and still loves them and isn’t leaving anytime soon. They apologized, they solved the issue by sitting down and talking about it, so for the most part everything’s okay now. There might be a day or so of walking on eggshells for fear of it happening again, but for all the hurt and all the shouting, chances are they don’t even remember what they were arguing about in the first place.

The important canon point and headcanon for the second option: Horace is shown in (at least my reading of) the books to be a bit of a people-pleaser. He does not like confrontation, he does not like upsetting people, he is too anxious and would much rather just Not Deal With That. Because of this, I am of the opinion that when he is in a particularly anxious mood or if he can sense that something is going wrong and he needs to fix it, he’ll make something up to hopefully dissipate the situation. (Think Dear Evan Hansen but on a lesser scale. It would not go farther than one person in this instance.) He knows it’s a terrible habit to have, and he is genuinely trying to fix it, but occasionally something slips out involuntarily and he feels horrible about it.

The biggest problem with that, other than the habit of being a compulsive liar: it doesn’t work. It works on people he doesn’t know, because they don’t know what his face means when he says something and then immediately gets even more nervous, but his friends and Miss Peregrine absolutely do. He knows they can tell and he is genuinely trying to fix it, so he just as quickly apologizes and corrects himself. It still hurts the other person, but it’s better than doubling down, which used to be how that would go because this all started to get himself out of trouble.

It hurts everyone involved and Horace absolutely hates that he does it, but the worst person he could do it to is Enoch. Because now his own boyfriend can’t fucking trust him and if there is one thing that pisses off Enoch more than pretty much anything else, it’s being lied to. And Enoch can and will call him on it. Immediately. Horace is doing his best to stop that from happening and chooses his words very carefully when he’s nervous in an effort to prevent it, but occasionally he gets paranoid that he’s done something Enoch won’t like and then he gets careless and forgets and then it’s just about getting out of this and uh oh.

When that happens, Enoch stops talking to him for a while. If Horace tries to say something, they fight about it and it’s an argument Horace cannot win because Enoch’s right. He should be able to trust and be honest with him, but for some reason he was scared enough to convince himself he couldn’t, and now Enoch can’t trust him. Once Enoch comes back from processing everything, they have a serious talk about why he said what he did and the thought process behind it and why Horace thought lying to him about whatever the completely innocent thing was would be a good idea and this cannot happen again. Horace understands and apologizes and tries to make up for it because that’s all he can do, and Enoch’s still upset about it for a while, but eventually he trusts Horace again and the issue is resolved. Neither of them feel good about the situation until it’s all but forgotten in a few weeks, after they’ve built that trust back up.

In writing this I realized that one can very easily lead into the other, so for all intents and purposes if we start with one and it becomes two, the argument stays two and two cannot turn back into one. It’s no longer about whatever actually caused it, it’s about the fact that now one of us is just saying things to appease the other and that habit happens to be the one thing that had it been literally anyone else that relationship of any kind would have been over.

Neither of these happens often. They are very good at communication generally, having been friends and best friends long before they were boyfriends, so 99.9% of the time if something happens that would cause an argument, they sit down and actually talk it out and it’s fine. This is just that .1% where it gets pretty bad. They understand each other better than even they think they do sometimes, so they come out okay, if not for a couple bad memories. They do talk about those bad memories sometimes as well, especially if it started with an insecurity of one of them, and they make sure that whatever it was all is forgiven and nothing is permanently damaged. If there’s damage left over, they talk about it immediately and do whatever needs to be done to resolve it. Neither holds grudges against the other.

#mphfpc #enoch o'connor #horace somnusson #enorace #oh god this was way longer than i thought it would be #my apologies i get very detailed when it comes to angst #dragon’s headcanons

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Venti x reader headcanons

Angst + Fluff

(I can’t sleep rn and I’ve been listening to angst all night!! So enjoy!! I tried to keep this as canon as possible)

He has these cute nicknames for you, “Darling” “Love” but his most common one is “Windblume~”

Poor guy is very self conscious, he’s always thinking the body he’s in is not his and he hates it.. he wants you to love him not the nameless bard.

“Please.. oh please.. You don’t.. like him.. right? You love me right? You love ME right??”

Please.. please don’t let him near a mirror.. he will have a breakdown right then and there. Seeing himself reminds him of the past

Gifts! Give him lots of gifts, it’ll show him you really do appreciate and love him.. in return he’ll give you hugs and kisses.. maybe even a bouquet of Cecelias <3

The thought of you not being from this world makes his heart break.. he knows you’ll leave Teyvat and him one day forever and he’s never going to forgive himself for not stopping you

Aftercare at the tavern is always important, if he’s super drunk take him home immediately, give him a warm bath and water before he goes to bed, he’ll appreciate it in the morning

If he ever sees you standing and talking to a someone, he’ll run over and jump on you like a friendly tackle. He’s very embarrassing to be around but you’d get used to it.

“Venti!! I was trying to buy some supplies..!”

“I couldn’t help myself! I saw you standing there and.. it was a clear opening~”

He absolutely loves cuddles, especially with a warm blanket when it’s cold outside. You two, sitting by a small flame. He’d love to hum you to sleep on him, it’s the best feeling ever.

Every night he goes to the huge statue of himself near the church and sit on the hands, he loves laying down on it, it reminds him of when he was a small whisp on the nameless bard’s hands. He’d love to bring you up there too, the wind and the view is gorgeous up there for sunrise.

“Thank you for coming up here with me.. this spot makes me feel more at home, especially now that you’re here with me..~”

If you ever need to find him feeling down and depressed, check windrise.. the spot by the statue feels somewhat comforting for him. Maybe because the statue ‘heals’ him..

He loves to play you songs and sing to you! If it’s private or in front of a crowd, you always get the first spot up close! He also rehearses around you once he’s comfortable with you.. your feedback is always important.

He loves absolutely everything about you, from your head to your toes, from your personality to your eyes.. he gives you compliments all day out of nowhere, it’s quite the tease sometimes but he loves your reaction. He can go on and on and ramble to strangers about you.

“Hey hey hey! Majorie! Have you seen (name)!? When was the last time you saw them?? Was their hair down today? I love it when their hair is down.. it looks so fluffy and it blows in the wind so perfectly..~!”

Even though he seemed tough on the outside, he’s quite sensitive, some comments just get to him and he can’t help but to believe them.

“Oh.. is that what they mean..? Alright..”

Nightmares are a major thing.. flashbacks to 500 year ago during the archon war frightens him.. seeing Mondstat in nothing but flames makes him horrified.

His cries are soft and quiet, you can barely hear him.. though when the time comes for him to scream and sob.. it’s like all of Teyvat can hear it through the wind.

Please comfort him, even if it’s just hugs or a simple nudge of affection.. anything to help him. He’s not used to human emotions still, especially crying so he shakes and gasps for air a lot

“What’s.. going on.. why can’t I.. breath.. help me.. please.. please.. Windblume..”

Dragonspine still scares him till this day, he fears that one day the protection he put over mondstat will break and Durin (the dragon created by Rhinedottir that Dvalin & him took down) will return.

Playing with his cheeks makes him blush, he’s very squishable and he loves it when you do. He ends up laughing when he sees your mocking face and he might squish yours too!

“Ou ou ou.. yoush shqushing tuu haurd..! Stuup ut~!”

Tickles!! He’s so ticklish!! Under his arms, his waist, his neck.. anywhere gets him to laugh.

Braid his hair! He loves intimate touch like that.. he would sit on the bed beside you with his eyes shut, staring as quiet as possible while you fix his hair for him, he feels pampered and taken care of <3

He never celebrates his birthday.. he always thinks of it as the day the nameless bard died. So he doesn’t tell anyone and spends his day drinking away at the tavern..

If he’s using you as comfort on a bad day, the both of you would be sitting down somewhere, his arms as legs would be wrapped around your back. He would want you to hold him like a child but he’d be embarrassed about wanting such comfort and he’d stay silent with a blush on his cheeks, even though he enjoy every moment of it.

“Um.. hey.. do you, mind if I um.. hugged you.. for a moment..?” His cheeks all flustered and his gaze looking away from you.

Venti is terrified of thunderstorms, as a whisp, you can imagine how scary it would be for someone so small and fragile to whiteness something so loud and terrifying. He still has that fear to this day and with you by his side, he’d latch onto you like a child, begging for some sort of comfort to sheild him from his scary it would be. Every flash and bang the storm creates, he’d jump and hide himself in your grasp.. it would make him seem so small, fragile and weak at that point.. but he didn’t care.. he’d want to feel safe.

He HATES to be strapped down to things.. he absolutely despise it.. even if it’s like a ride or for fun, he will not do it. The whole point of his freedom is to be free to do what you want, you know? But even so, he has a fear of being tied to things and he will do anything.. and I say ANYTHING to get out.

When he cries, he tends to find something to distract him.. wether it’s just a pebble on the concrete ground he picked up or just staring at a flower beside him. And when you hug him, he holds onto you tightly, his finger making small patterns on your back to distract himself for comfort. If you giggle from it feeling ticklish he’d laugh with you.. it would most likely make him feel better

He loves it when he’s being held in your arms, cradled so closely. He feels so loved, even though he was never used to it from all those centuries. He loves when you sing to him like that, especially that one song… even if it makes him feel like a baby, being pampered by you is something he’ll never get over.

“You are my sunshine.. my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.. please don’t take, my sunshine.. away.”

Venti is actually weightless. He’s the god of wind, not to mention he’s a spirit, not even human. This guy is very easy to carry like a baby, which helps since he’s always jumping on you in surprise hug attacks. Him being weightless makes it easier for you too, you’re able to carry him home like nothing when he’s drunk or just wants to be pampered or worshipped somehow.

(That’s all for now! I’ll add more later on!! :>

I’ll be making a venti angst fic soon! Stay tuned for it!!! 🤗)

(Update, fic has been posted! Along with a fluff of venti preforming Solider, poet, king!)

#genshin impact #genshin #venti #venti headcanons #venti x reader #venti x y/n #venti x you #barbados #lord barbatos

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animatorweirdo · 9 months

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Rough Weekend with Mom

(Another fic for the being the local therapist for the elves. Hope you enjoy)

Imagine being the local therapist but opening up to them about your recent troubles, traumatizing them in return.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence and murder. This takes a dark turn. Poor Maedhros is gonna wish he didn’t ask.

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Maedhros: And then they just get kicked out, and we lost one of our possible allies and get Thingol even more mad at us, killing the chances of ever getting along. Then they also dare to walk back to me, begging me to let them stay after their stunt.

You: Man… that’s rough. I don’t know much about politics, but even I would consider that as a bad move.

Maedhros: tell me about it. sometimes I consider murdering them myself.

Maedhros: Anyway, sorry about ranting. You have listened to me rant and talk about these things far too many times.

You: It’s fine. Whatever helps you relieve stress.

Maedhros: Well, I don’t consider it fair that I only get to talk, so tell me – how have you been doing these past few days?

You: Nah – it's fine.

Maedhros: No, I insist. I would really like to know how you have been doing.

You: Uhmm… Well, I must say I had a rough weekend.

Maedhros: Really? What happened?

You: Okay…so…uhh… my mother came to visit me for the weekend. All was fine, and we spent some time together.

Maedhros: That sounds nice. What then?

You: Well…one night, when my mom was visiting my sister and her family, I heard crying coming from my basement. I went to investigate and found a baby beneath a pile of bloodied clothes.

Maedhros: …what?

You: Yeah, I found baby… then I found my father’s bracelet. The thing about this bracelet is that he never takes it off. It’s like a family heirloom to him, so that’s when I knew something was off and my mother had something to do with it.

Maedhros: Oh, no.

You: So, I left the baby at my brother’s house and asked him to keep it a secret from our mother. Then, I went to visit our father. He lived in the next town, so it wasn't too far from where we lived.

You: My father and mother were divorced by the way. They had a pretty bad falling out and had not been in contact ever since.

You: *Release a heavy sigh*

You: I arrived at my father's house and found it in a terrible mess. All the furniture had been either tossed or broken, and there was blood all over the place.

Maedhros: Was your father okay?

You: *Shaking your head* No. He was nowhere in sight.

Maedhros: *Fall silent*

You: I investigated the house, trying to find leads of him and his assailant, but then a friend came over and told me there was a crazy woman harassing my siblings, claiming to be the baby’s mother and demanding to see our mother brought to justice.

You: My siblings were scared, so they didn't dare to give the baby back to her. Also, because They weren't certain if the woman was telling the truth.

You: I got back to my town, and things escalated. It turns out, my father had been seeing this woman and had a child with her - the baby I found in my basement. My mother did not like that, even though they had been divorced for many years.

You: So… my mother murdered my father, tried to hide the baby, my half-sibling, in my basement, and turns out she was not visiting my sister, but trying to hide my father’s body somewhere in the forest. And not only that, when she found out that we knew what she had done, she tried to convince us to get rid of our half-sibling. Obviously, we refused then our half-sibling’s mother came back and stabbed our mother in the back several times, killing her on the spot– likely as revenge for killing our father.

You: And… well… she then killed herself out of despair and sorrow because our father was dead, leaving us… with her infant baby, right in front of us.

Maedhros: *Staring at you in horror*

You: So... we kinda lost our parents and got left with a baby and… I don’t know. It all happened so fast and… I really don’t know how to feel about the whole thing.

You: I got to keep the bracelet since me and my father were pretty close and… we decided to name our sibling Anna since she was a girl. So… I guess that’s fine.

*Dead silence between you and in the tavern*

Maedhros: *Grabs a whole bottle of wine over the counter and hands it to you* Here— you need this more than me.

#maedhros #maedhros x reader #maedhros imagines #silmarillion #silmarillion imagines #tolkien #silm fic #middle earth imagines #middle earth #crack fic #elf therapy

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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years

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second chances [francisco ‘catfish’ morales x f!reader]

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Words: 1,938

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, some angst. SMUT - frankie’s belt buckle, oral sex (m receiving), make up sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Summary: You break up with Frankie to give him time to work on himself, but you come to realize neither of you wants that.

[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

Second chances.

Not all of us get them. Some of us don’t deserve them.

Then there are people you are willing to give a hundred chances because you believe in them. And because you love them.

Frankie was one such person.

As he sits across from you at the little diner that had become a favorite spot for you both, you tell yourself that you are mad at him, that he needs to figure things out before you even think of letting him back into your life.

Even in the shitty diner lighting, his brown eyes gleam with emotion that his mouth can’t quite convey.

“I miss you,” he says, and you look down at the table before meeting his eye again. The low hum of the radio mixes in with the sound of the rain hitting the window. Of course, the weather chooses to match your mood. It always seems to do when you’re with Frankie.

“Frankie,” you sigh.

“I’m working on it...on myself, I mean. I need you, babe.” He uses the pet name that has you tilting your head and reaching out for his warm hands. Yours always fit so perfectly in them.

“I’m a distraction, Frankie….” It’s all you can say because the rest of your words are stuck…somewhere.

He can’t take this anymore. The table is putting too much distance between you two. He stands, and you watch him stand and make his way to your side of the booth. When he sits beside you, he brings his scent along with him.

Sandalwood, leather, and a hint of petrichor. You will never understand how this man can carry the smell of the earth when it rains, but he does, and you are willing to drown in it.

You fiddle with the collar of his worn brown jacket—a security blanket just like his hat. You look up at his cap and imagine that it most likely smells like his shampoo.

“Don’t call yourself that,” he says. “Babe…” His voice is lower now. “I can’t do this without you. I need you.” The desperation in his tone is deafening.

Frankie has never quite thought about how his life would be without you. He knows it isn’t healthy, but you are the person he will be with forever. He doesn’t need to think about life without you.

Until he does.

And what a lonely, pathetic thing it is. You brought vibrancy to his life, and when you uttered the words “take a break,” that vibrancy faded faster than he could remember.

“Where did you go?” you ask him. You always do when he seems to go into his little world.

He shakes his head. “Nowhere. I’m right here. With you. Always.”

“Are you?” you ask even as you trace the callouses on his big hands.

“Yeah.” He smiles down at your fingers. “That tickles.”

You smile for a moment, then nearly tackle him out of the booth with the force of your hug. “Frankie,” you cry, “My Frankie.”

“Take me back. Give me a chance to prove myself to you. I don’t need that stuff; I need you.” His face is buried in your neck, and his patchy scruff tickles your neck.

“Promise me. Promise me you won’t touch that shit again, Frankie.” You pull away and take his face in your hands. That boyish charm will always draw you in no matter how many greys shade his beard now.

He shakes his head repeatedly. “Never again, babe. Just stay with me. Love me.”

“I’ll always love you,” you say, and then he’s kissing you. It’s the kind of kiss that should be saved for when you two are alone, but that doesn’t matter right now.

“I need you,” you breathe between kisses. “Take me home.”

As quick as lightning, Frankie pulls his wallet out and slams some money on the table before taking your hand and pulling you out of the booth, out of the door, and to his truck. When you get there, he ends up pressing you against it to kiss you more. It’s a needy kiss that leaves you wanting.

Somehow, he can get his key in the car door, all while taking your breath away. “Get in,” he says breathlessly.

Usually, he would open the passenger door for you, but tonight you climb in on the driver’s side and crawl over to your seat. He chuckles behind you, and you look back at him. Frankie loves your butt.

As soon as you get through his apartment door, he pins you to the wall and kisses you.

“What the fuck was I thinking?” he asks against your lips.

“Hm?”

“What the fuck do I need drugs for when I have you?” He kisses you again, and you bite his lip, making him hiss in surprise.

“You don’t need them,” you say.

“No, but I need you.” After another kiss, he puts your arms above your head so he can get your shirt off. He lifts one of your legs so that it is up around his waist. His belt buckle notches between your legs perfectly, and he grins. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You arch off the wall, only leaving your shoulders against it for support. He also supports you by gripping the thigh of your leg around his waist. He looks down as you start rubbing yourself against the buckle, but you stop a few moments later.

“What?” he wonders.

“I can’t feel it. Get my leggings off,” you tell him, and he quickly helps you out of them. You both get back into position, and this time you gasp as the belt buckle presses against your panties.

“Feel good?” he asks, and you nod.

“I wanna…fuck you,” you moan.

“Yeah? Wanna ride me and make me yours? You gonna make me say your name?” he asks. He’s grabbing your ass, making you move faster on his buckle.

“Fuck…get on the fucking couch,” you demand. “Why can’t I stay mad at you?” you ask as he stumbles back towards the couch. You unbuckle his belt as he walks.

“It’s the puppy dog eyes. They always get you,” he teases, then you push him down onto the couch. He watches in awe as you move with lightning speed to get his button and zipper undone. “Whoa, slow down, babe.”

You kneel and look up at him, breathing heavily. “Sorry.”

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” he says sweetly.

“Promise me again,” you beg as you stare at him. You reach into his jeans and find him hard inside his boxer briefs.

“Jesus…fuck…” he groans, and you stop.

“Promise…me,” you repeat.

“I fucking promise you. I’ll never touch the drugs again. …please…touch me,” he pleads.

It has been weeks for both of you.

You begin rubbing him again, and he throws his head back. “Ahhh, just like that.” His hips move with your hand. You slip your hand into his boxer briefs, and he grasps the couch cushions so hard, that his knuckles turn white.

“Been too long,” Frankie bites out.

“Only a few weeks,” you say.

“Babe, I can barely go a day without being inside you. A few weeks feels like for- ah, fuck me!” He looks down and watches you swirl your tongue around the tip of his dick.

“You were saying?” you tease, not even letting him get a word out before taking him into your mouth nice and slow, looking up into his eyes the whole time. His chest and tummy rush with each of his panting breaths.

You kiss around his cock as you pull his shirt up just enough to see his stomach. You smile up at him as you drag your nails down his tummy. He throws his head back again, and you drag your tongue along his cock, holding it against his stomach so you can get the underside.

“Don’t,” he breathes and pulls you away reluctantly. “C’mere.” He grabs the back of your neck and tilts your head up so he can kiss you as you get to your feet and then straddle him. His dick is pressed between your bodies, so you quickly adjust your body so you can slide your panties aside and slide down onto him.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Frankie groans, holding the vowel sound until you are fully seated.

You want to move, but he won’t let you. He wraps his arms around you tightly and pumps up into you slowly.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he murmurs. His forehead is pressed to yours as he repeats himself. “So sorry.” He begins pumping faster, still holding you tightly.

“I know, Frankie baby,” you say in his ear. “Let me bounce on it.” He lets go of you almost immediately, and you grab onto the back of the sofa for leverage as you start to move up and down on him.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Frankie says as he watches you bounce. Then his hands are on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh he loves so much. He gives you a quick spank, and you squeal playfully.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He does it again, and this time you moan, giving him a little pout. “You pouting at me, hm?”

“Mmhmm.” You nod and pout at him innocently.

“You know what that does to me….” He reaches down to play with your clit. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he tells you.

You move your hands to his knees as you lean back to watch him play with you. He stops, and you’re about to complain until you notice what he’s doing. He maneuvers himself to get his belt out of the loops. Then he wraps the belt around his hand with the buckle sitting in the perfect position. So while you’re riding him, instead of him playing with your clit, the belt buckle does the work.

You cry out, looking down to watch yourself get off.

“Can’t wait to wear this everywhere, knowing that I made you cum all over it,” Frankie says, moving his hand with you. You cry out and move faster, rocking yourself on his cock as you do.

You grab his hand and hold the buckle in place when you come undone as your body jerks and trembles.

“Christ…” you breathe.

Frankie lets you rest against him, holding you close as he pumps up into you again. “I’m gonna cum,” he whispers in your ear.

“Please,” you whimper, only finding enough strength to kiss and suck on his neck, which happens to be just enough to push him over the edge.

He calls out your name and thrusts into you hard one last time as he fills you.

Eventually, he falls back against the couch, breathing heavily. “I’m never waiting that long to cum again. I thought I was gonna black out,” he says, then bursts into laughter. You join in before kissing him through the laughter.

“I can’t live without you,” he says, resting his head against your breasts.

“That shit you were doing…it could have killed you, and then I’d have to live without you,” you say sadly as you play with his curls.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says.

“You better not.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles in a tired voice.

“For what?” you ask.

“For giving me another chance,” he yawns.

You kiss the top of his head and rub his back to comfort him. You know that you would give him a hundred chances.

Second chances—not everyone gets them or deserves them, but Frankie Morales is worth a second chance and so much more for you.

#frankie baby #frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #pedro pascal #headcanon #pedro pascal characters

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MY LIVER WILL HANDLE WHAT MY HEART CAN'T - LEE HEESEUNG

✰ a/n: alcohol might give you a headache but it also gives you the best time of your life hehe- anyways be careful when drinking. also, friendly advice, if you go clubbing, GLUE yourself to your friends.

TW for sexual assault/mentions of sexual assault!!!

!heeseung x reader; university au, mentions of hee being a basketball player, reader goes through a lot (mentions of other enha members + le sserafim's chaewon, yunjin and kazuha, aespa's giselle)

genre: fluff, angst/ it's kinda suggestive

warnings: alcohol consumption, and i mean a lot of alcohol, substance abuse, sexual assault kinda? reader gets vary of men after that one encounter, ptsd i guess? let me know if i left anything (lowercase intended) & not proofread (i'll look for any errors when i have time, i am really sorry if there are a lot)

word count: 6424

✰13.03.2023

‘’c’mon chaewon, come with us!’’ four young women together was definitely a lot. when you got into college with your cousin kazuha, you somehow ended sharing an apartment with yunjin, her classmate, and later chaewon joined too, even though she went to a different college. it was like you all were sisters: gossiping again and again, sharing clothes and skin care products, helping each other with work- but the best part came every time your group would go clubbing, on friday.

‘’last time we went clubbing together, kazuha almost stole the bartender’s job, yunjin started screaming and crying, making it seem like i was trying to kidnap her or something, and you vanished. literally. i went to get kazuha and you were nowhere to be seen. worst part, i wasn't even sober myself.’’ chaewon stated, pointing at the three of you, and if eyes could kill, you, yunjin and zuha would all be dead right now.

‘’but that's what makes a night out fun.’’ kazuha said, almost begging her older friend to agree.

‘’kazuha, do i need to remind you about that time when you started talking about politics with a decorative plant?’’ she added, both you and yunjin laughing heavily as kazuha desperately tried to defend herself.

‘’don’t act like you’re the saint.’’ you quickly added, a mischievous grin spreading on your lips, ‘’you make out with everyone in sight when there's even a small drop of alcohol in your system.’’

silence fell over the room as chaewon couldn't seem to find a worthy comeback; somehow, the three of you convinced the oldest girl, and now you were all getting ready.

the dorm was a mess, clothes and makeup products everywhere, music playing from yunjin’s laptop to put you all in the right mood.

two hours and three identity crises later, your group finally left the dorm, headed to the parking lot, where you decided you'd just order a cab to get to the club, since you were all planning to drink later tonight.

as soon as you arrived, you already split up; chaewon met some ‘old friend’ and it was clear she had other plans for the rest of the night, kazuha saw her ballet girls, which was definitely an unexpected crossover, leaving you with yunjin, both you and her heading straight to the bar.

''tequila for the hot girlies.’’ the bartender said, sending you both a wink as he carefully poured you two shots, handing you salt and a slice of lemon, making it easier for you to drink.

one shot turned into two, then three, and now, somehow, you were taking your eighth shot, still going strong; yunjin was now chatting with some guy, and by the way he talked you could tell he was american as well, leaving you all alone at the bar, drinking more and more on your own.

you didn't specifically have any plans for tonight, you just wanted to get wasted. not too long ago, you broke up with your boyfriend of two years, simply because the two of you couldn't handle the distance: going to different colleges in different countries, staying together would have been ‘a waste of time’, according to him. if you had to be honest, his words cut you deep like a knife. did he see the whole thing as a waste of time? nevertheless, you decided that your liver will handle what your heart couldn't, so you were stuck in a club, on your own, taking shot after shot until you’ll eventually go numb.

it wasn't even midnight and you were desperately trying to leave this place; making your way through the dance floor, bodies were moving around you like you were stuck in a freak show; perhaps it was the alcohol that made your anxiety skyrocket, or the fact that you realized you were completely separated from your group, and every face was either blurry or unfamiliar. having this eerie feeling overcoming you, you had to get some fresh air quickly. barely walking straight, it took you all your strength to balance yourself between the dancing people, and get out of the crowd in one piece.

looking around for your friends for one last time, you decided that it was time to go back home, even if the night was still young. you weren't like this, and definitely this feeling wasn't what you wanted. for some reason, the alcohol tonight made you feel confused, stressed and anxious. normally it would make you talkative, energetic and horny. but tonight it didn't happen.

being self conscious of the fact that you’re in such a miserable state, and worse, on your own, you quickly made your way towards the empty hallway, which led to the exit of the club.

the blue lights in the hallway gave you a headache, desperately making you try to adapt your vision to the new lighting and get out of here faster. with every second spent there, your heart rate was only getting faster, making you feel nauseous.

this was a completely new feeling, and it made you wonder if the bartender slipped something in your drinks. given the deplorable state you were in, of course you would never notice if someone messed with your drink. you swear you felt your body rotting with every step you took, feeling the veins in your body, each and every single one of them, the sensation making you want to rip out all your flesh.

‘this never happened before’; you kept telling yourself to stay strong until you made it out; but no matter how many steps you took, it felt like time froze and you were walking in the same spot, again and again.

‘’and what do we have here?’’ your stomach flipped upside down when you heard a voice echoing from behind you, making you stop in your tracks as you tried your best to appear as intimidating and as sober as you could.

the person quickly walked in front of you, leaning down to take a better look at your face in the faint lightning. ‘’what a pretty doll.’’ he happily said, a wide grin spreading on his lips. the man was much older than you, and by the way he looked, he was definitely the highest in the room at the moment.

roughly pinning you to the wall, his action caught you off guard, a gasp leaving your lips as you clenched your teeth during the impact. ‘’i’ve never seen a prettier thing in my entire life.’’ leaning in closer, you felt his hot breath on your face, doing your best to contain yourself. ‘’seems like my prayers were heard. i’m having fun tonight.’’ and with no warning, his dry lips were smashed on yours, pinning you on the wall with his large hands, pushing down on your hips, his knee in between your legs, making sure you couldn't escape.

a tear rolled down your cheek, and that didn't go unnoticed, as he was quick to pull away and lick your salty tears, your body getting overfilled with disgust and fear right away.

you needed an escape, and you needed it now. or else, who knows what might happen, even worse than his disgusting touches. when he kissed you again, a dumb idea crossed your mind; without giving it a second thought, you bit down on his tongue as hard as you could, causing him to yank away suddenly, his eyes widening in shock as he looked back at you.

turning on your heels, you started heading towards the exit in a rush, only to be pulled back by the man, roughly gripping your hair; you forgot you couldn't walk that fast, huh?

‘’fucking bitch!’’ lifting his hand, you shut your eyes in fear, ready to take his hit. you were never hit in your entire life, not even by your parents. right now, you have no idea whether he’ll be satisfied with only a slap, or beat you until you're lying unconscious on the cold floor.

waiting and waiting, you realized his hit never came. no, he was actually silent as well. as you slowly opened your eyes, you saw a tall figure towering over the man, squeezing his wrist tight enough to cause him more pain than you already did. ‘’what the fuck?! who are you?!’’ he yelled, massaging his wrist as he managed to pull away from the tall figure.

‘'doesn't matter.’’ the guy nonchalantly said, putting his hands in his pockets, his back facing you. ‘’you should get lost while i’m still a chill man.’’ he spoke, his voice filled with nothing but nonchalance, speaking in a robotic kind of way.

‘’and who are you to send me away? her man?’’ he snapped back, still keeping his distance.

‘’that doesn't concern you.’’ again, another calm reply, making you wonder if he would still be this collected if he saw what happened earlier in the hallway.

‘’i see, i see.’’ the drunk man laughed, a mischievous grin spreading on his lips as he checked you out once again, ‘’does the bitch bite when she gives head too-’’ he stopped talking when the mystery man dashed towards him, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him up against the wall. oh, how the tables have turned.

‘’what didn't you understand from ‘get lost’, huh?’’ if he was calm earlier, he was definitely terrifying now, and the whole vibe he had changed in a split second. without saying anything anymore, the drunk man quickly apologized, making his way back into the crowd without looking back again.

while his back was still facing you, you quickly wiped away your tears; you didn't even realize you were crying this whole time.

your heart dropped to your knees when you saw who was the one that saved you; lee heeseung. he went to the same college and you saw him in the hallways, but you knew him because of how popular he was as the captain of the basketball team. he had a reputation for his bad temper, so his calm demeanor earlier surely shocked you. ‘’thank you.’’ you whispered, avoiding his eyes.

''don't mention it.’’ he shortly replied, leaning on the wall, hands in his pockets, ‘’was he bothering you for a long time?’’

‘’no-’’ you lied, trying to seem as convincing as you could, ‘’he just came. asked me to leave with him, said no… the typical stuff.’’ you tried to laugh it off, hoping that it was convincing enough for the doe-eyed man, but taking a second look at his face, it was clear he wasn't listening to your bullshit. ‘’anyways, thanks again, have a great night!’’

turning on your feet, this time, you were determined to get away. using all your strength, you managed to run towards the exit without stumbling; you heard heeseung calling after you, but you decided to ignore it for the moment; it was time you went home and calmed yourself down a bit.

the ride back home was silent. luckily enough, the cab driver was an old man, and he was sweet to give you water once he realized you were sick- perhaps he did that so that you won't throw up in his car. anyway, you got back to the dorm on your own, safe and sound.

yunjin, kazuha and chaewon weren't home yet; looking at the clock, it was only two in the morning, so being the party monsters they are, there’s no chance they’ll be home before the sunrise. once you found yourself in the comfort of your house, you quickly took off your clothes, and headed for the shower.

once the cold water hit you, your skin was burning in all the places where that creep touched you. the sad part, this wasn't the first time someone did this to you. no, you had it worse than this, and you were only ten when it first happened.

someone said that trauma never really goes away. that person was right. you might think it goes away, but then something triggers it and bang- memories come back again. memories? was it right to call it a ‘memory’? aren't memories supposed to be pleasant?

that cold shower made you sober real quick, but you knew you'd have a monstrous headache in the morning. hiding yourself under your cozy blankets, all you saw was that grin, every time you close your eyes.

his disgusting scent remained in your nostrils, no matter how hard you washed your face; his devilish grin was imprinted on your retina, and you wanted to wash yourself again, this time with bleach, to make sure you took off his print from your skin.

you didn't sleep that night, and you knew this was simply the beginning of something much worse.

by the time the girls got back, you were awake, watching TV in the living room. you heard them laugh and talk about their night in the club; you couldn't call them ‘bad friends’ since they tried to find you- no, they called you a few times last night. at least they tried to find you.

‘’and what do we have here?’’ yunjin jokingly said as she entered the living room, her way of wording her sentence sending a shiver down your spine.

was your mind fucking with your right now? was it simply a coincidence?

‘’are you okay sweetie?’’ yunjin asked, gently brushing your hair, ‘’you’re quite pale. do you want some water?’’ her worry was evident in her voice, the other two girls turning their attention to you as well.

‘’no, i’m fine! i just couldn't sleep really well since i didn't know where you guys were.’’ a faint smile appeared on your lips, and apparently, that was enough to ease yunjin.

‘’we tried to find you everywhere,’’ chaewon added, jumping on the couch, a loud sigh leaving her lips, ‘’it was like you fell into a rabbit hole or something. you were nowhere to be found.’’

once all four of you were gathered in the living room, they started talking about their night. chaewon hooked up with that old friend of hers, and he apparently asked her out for dinner today, which was cute. kazuha had fun with her ballerina friends, going to three different clubs before coming back home, and yunjin had some fun with jake, another guy from your college, but surprisingly, nothing too wild, which was new for her.

‘’how was your night? of course, other than that you basically vanished again.’’ chaewon asked, their attention turning to you.

you debated for a split second if telling them was worth it; sure, they were your friends, but was it okay to burden them with something so… trivial? what would they say? all he did was kiss you. was it that big of a deal or were you being dramatic.

would they think you are a whore for kissing that man?

they wouldn't, they are your friends- but wouldn't them?

‘’i drank too much and i threw up a bit. i panicked because i couldn't find you so i went home earlier to calm myself down.’’ you felt bad for lying to them, and you felt even worse when you saw how easy they believed you.

maybe it would've been easier if you simply told them.

it’s been a week after that night and you barely slept. not to mention, you barely attended your classes. everything seemed to go downhill. you were falling behind in class, missing a lot of assignments, and simply isolating yourself slowly from everyone and everything.

you told the girls that you weren't feeling that well, saying that ‘you got a cold or something’. but you can't have a cold forever, and you needed to get your life together.

putting on the first hoodie you found in your room, you dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and left for the starbucks near the corner; you had many problems at the moment, and a vanilla latte wouldn't solve them; but you were still going to get it.

if you saw yourself in the mirror, you would probably cry; were you weak for letting something like this tear you apart? should you tell someone? was it bad that you didn't tell anyone?

pushing the door open to the starbucks, you were happy to see it wasn't as crowded as it usually was; ordering your drink, you patiently waited for it, trying to plan what to do once you get back to the dorm.

''can't believe i run into you here.’’ turning your head in the direction of the voice, your eyes widened when you saw heeseung, now beside you, figuring out that he must be waiting for his drink as well, ''haven't seen you in class all week.’’

‘’we share the same class?’’ you wanted to slap yourself for how dumb you sounded right now; this wasn't like you. for some reason, you couldn't help but wonder if he saw that man touching you before he stepped in. did he actually see? no- if he did he would've stepped in earlier. right?

looking straight into your eyes, he looked slightly amused as he answered your question, ‘’finance?’’

if you were honest, after this week, you even forgot finance was one of your classes, and also forgot he was in that class too. truth be told, you had no idea why the two of you were talking. you never talked before. was he checking up on you after what happened? was he pitying you?

‘’yeah, finance. i remember.’’ you responded, trying to sound as confident as you could.

‘’wow.’’ heeseung added, making you turn your head in his direction again, ‘’never knew you could be so fake.’’ a little smile appeared on your lips, feeling comfortable talking with him. he had quite a reputation for being the best basketball player on campus- and a player in general, although he was rarely seen with girls. actually, he was rejecting girls quite a lot, and he managed to do so even when he was extremely drunk; he was also known for that.

‘’my bad. if you think that’s fake, you should see yunjin.’’ you replied, grabbing your drink, getting ready to leave after you thanked the barista.

‘’i’d rather see you than yunjin.’’ heeseung was quick to reply, not even trying to hide what he just said.

‘’excuse me?’’ you asked visibly confused, stopping in your tracks.

‘’see you on monday, hopefully.’’

somehow, you pulled yourself to got to school on monday, even if you slept seven hours in total during the past days. you kept telling yourself you weren't going there because of heeseung, but the fact that he wanted to see you in class made you feel better after all those days.

perhaps he saw through your little facade- but was he really able to see right through you when even your friends couldn't?

it didn't matter now, you were already seated in class, laptop on the table, ready for the lecture.

you looked around a few times, hoping you would see heeseung, but he was nowhere in sight. turning your attention back on the lecture, you barely paid attention, getting sleepy all of a sudden. at least now you knew that if you wanted to sleep, coming to professor han’s lecture was the answer.

going to your last class for the day, you spotted heeseung walking on the other side of the campus, headphones on as he was wearing his basketball jersey. although he seemed to be in a rush, you really wanted to talk with him, even for a moment.

making your way towards him, you tapped him on his broad shoulders, his expression when he turned around sending a shiver down your spine. as he removed his headphones, his face softened, surprised at the fact that you approached him. ‘’i didn't see you in class.’’

‘’i had practice. finance wasn't that important to me anyways.’’ he replied, switching his backpack from arm to his shoulder, ‘’what a pleasant surprise you finally decided to show up though.’’

rolling your eyes, he laughed at your little action, ‘’putting basketball over finance when finance is mandatory and basketball isn't. not a smart move.’’

laughing at your sentence, he shifted his gaze from your face to your bag. ‘’how many books you got in there?’’ he asked, pointing towards your bag.

‘’none actually. just a notebook and my laptop.’’ you replied, quite confused by his question.

‘’how cool, me too.’’ and so, he took the bag from your hand without any warning, placing it on his other shoulder, ‘’i had to balance my shoulders somehow. now i carry equal weight on both. anyways, where were you headed?’’

‘’i have a seminary. the last one for the day actually.’’

‘’wanna go to starbucks instead? you look like you could really have some coffee right now.’’ he stated, making you self conscious of your dark circles, reminding you of your troubled sleeping schedule.

going with him to the starbucks was definitely better than going to that boring seminary. although you and heeseung barely knew each other, you learnt a lot about him today: he plays a lot of video games, and he likes toy story, as funny as it might sound. he plays basketball at home with his father and older brother, he loves ramen and sleeps a lot. actually, you found out the two of you had a lot in common, even if the two of you led two very different lifestyles: while you were focused on your grades, or at least, this is how you were until that thing shattered you apart, he was more laid back, going with the flow rather than trying to break it.

‘’i know it might be kind of sudden but there’s a party at jake’s frat,’’ heeseung said, instantly making your heart drop when you heard the word party. ‘’i was wondering if you'd like to come around? you can get your friends as well- i mean, jake definitely told yunjin about it. but it’d be nice if you came too.’’

trying to regain your composure, you forced your confidence as much as you could, ‘’why is that?’’ you asked, playing with the straw of your drink.

‘’i genuinely enjoyed your presence. it’s been quite long since i felt so nice around someone who isn't from my friend group. plus, i am not that smart but i can tell you're not feeling your best right now.’’ heeseung was nice, contrary to what others might say. he was, actually, too nice. it was a party held by a frat. you knew some members of this frat. there’s no way there would be freaks like that one in the club, right? even so, how could you deny heeseung when he was giving you those beautiful doe eyes?

‘’i don't really know…’’ you said, tilting your head to the side. if you were going you might as well make him stay with you, in order to avoid another incident like that happening, ‘’when me and my friends drink, we don't really stick together…everyone goes off on their own as if we are doing side quests or something.’’

‘’i’ll stay with you.’’ he quickly said, a chuckle escaping your lips, ‘’i’ll do side quests as well, if that’s what you want. i promise.’’

you don't understand how it was so easy for him to get you to come here; the girls were overly excited once they heard you decided to come as well, and once you told them heeseung was the one who got you to come, they went mad. while chaewon kept asking you about how the two of you started talking, kazuha and yunjin were helping you pick an outfit. were you trying too hard?

the outfit you picked was simple; a long black tube top with a low waisted pair of flare denim jeans, hugging your hips perfectly; everything else was natural, minimal makeup and neat hair. as soon as you stepped inside, you already saw drunk people making out in front of everyone, some even passed out on the floor, broken glasses and so on.

this frat was known for their wild parties, straight out of project x. but they were always fun, and for some reason, no matter how wild they got, the police never got involved.

‘’i’ll go find jake, will you be fine on your own?’’ yunjin asked you, gently brushing your arm. for some reason, which you didn't understand, kazuha and chaewon were coming later, so for the moment, it was just you and her.

‘’yeah, no worries. i’ll go find heeseung.’’ you assured her, feeling her happiness flying through the roof when she heard your response.

being left all alone in the heart of the party, you had a strong feeling of deja vu; how ironic. making your way to the kitchen, you found sunghoon, who was more than pleased to pour you a shot. sunghoon was extremely awkward when he was sober, but after he drank a little, he became friendlier. after letting you know that you can drink as much as you want, he quickly made his way towards his friends, who were playing beer pong at the moment. looking around, you couldn't spot heeseung anywhere. how foolish of you to actually think he would stay with you, someone he barely knew, at a party where he could even get laid if he wanted, considering the amount of hot girls you saw around.

at least the alcohol won't leave you alone when you need it most. drowning all your problems in alcohol was definitively a dumb idea. drinking alone in a place with so many people was even dumber, especially after what happened at the club. did you care? not really. every single problem left your system when you were drunk, and you were willing to let go of everything tonight, even if it meant throwing up everything afterwards.

this time, you didn't stick to only one alcohol, helping you get drunk faster, but also making you dizzier than ever. luckily enough, this time you weren't feeling anxious, nor confused or scared. you genuinely wanted to enjoy yourself tonight, wanting to move on from that incident completely. everything happens for a reason- at least that's what you always told yourself. you should be thankful he didn't do more. it was too much, but it could've been far worse. you’ll never fully move on from it, but you might as well lie to yourself and have a nice time.

after all, you can't go back in time and do things differently. tonight, it was all about feeling good; your heart might not be good with feelings, but your liver surely was a pro at alcohol. drinking away your pain was a hobby at this point.

taking shots with random strangers, drinking different cocktails and drinking raw vodka were the reasons you were now dancing in the middle of everyone with a girl you've never met, drunker than you were, and possibly, high as well. all eyes were on the two of you, and in all that madness you heard that her name was giselle. making friends with random strangers at parties like this one was always wholesome.

swaying your hips to the music, your leg was between hers as the two of you moved in sync, running your hands up and down her waist, spinning her around and so on. you felt the music running through your veins, and you knew there was no way you were going home tonight, not when you were feeling this good.

rolling your eyes back, both you and giselle got even closer to each other, backs touching as you felt the rhythm down to your core. it felt magical, too good to be real. everything was spinning around, and the lights weren't helping either; pitbull’s old songs were, and will always be, a vibe.

everything went smoothly until you felt someone in your close proximity; an unknown guy, with a bottle of soju in his left hand, was now dancing with the two of you, and while giselle was seemingly happy with his arrival, you quickly excused yourself and desperately tried to get away from them. pushing people out of your way, you started getting anxious again. that guy came up to you just because he wanted to do so- which made you realize that what happened at the club two weeks ago, could always happen again. especially when you are alone and vulnerable like this.

where was heeseung, really? why did he ask you to come here, and on top of that, promise you that he’ll stay with you? you were a fool for believing him, and a clown for trying to trick yourself into believing that drinking would make you forget an incident that occurred while you were drunk.

trying to stop your eyes from rolling back, you supported yourself on the wall as you slowly made your way back into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water. you heard a familiar laugh in the distance, not too far from you, making you snap your head in that direction. there he was: lee heeseung. he was wearing baggy jeans and a plain white t-shirt, an oversized leather jacket hanging off his broad shoulders. he looked more attractive than he usually does, his black hair neatly parted in the middle.

he was very attractive indeed. his mannerisms made him even hotter than he already was. you felt something strange in your stomach, and you knew this wasn't because of all that damn alcohol. he suddenly turned his gaze on you, catching you staring at him, making you turn your head away suddenly, feeling the heat going up to your cheeks. ‘’pass me the bottle, would you?’’ you nearly froze when you heard his milky voice behind you, mentally slapping yourself in desperate attempts to get your shit together.

‘’which one,’’ you asked without turning around to face him, ‘’there’s soju, tequila, vodka, some wine, whiskey and lots of beer. what would you like?’’

‘’the one you’re holding,’’ heeseung nonchalantly stated, taking the water bottle from your hands and pouring himself a glass, ‘’i’m driving.’’

you wanted to slap yourself when you realised you were staring at him again, quickly shifting your attention to the tequila bottle in front of you, pouring yourself a shot and taking it down without a second thought.

‘’you surely like drinking a lot, don't you?’’ heeseung asked, leaning back on the counter, scanning your facial features, your heart skipping a beat when you saw his eyes landing on your lips for a brief moment. were you actually going crazy?

‘’my liver will handle what my heart can't.’’ you suddenly confessed, catching him completely off guard, ‘’it’s the best way. no one has to suffer.’’

you could tell he was about to say something, but you weren't in the mood for talking right now. something about the way he looked made him dreamier than he normally was, doing something in your brain. ‘’wanna dance?’’ you confidently asked, taking a few steps towards him, so that your face was inches away from him.

you might as well risk everything. worst case, he rejects you. but you could feel the rising tension between the two of you, and he could surely feel it too. shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, he pushed himself up from against the counter, towering over you, ‘’lead the way.’’ not only there was a change in his whole behavior, but also in the way he spoke.

without hesitating, you grabbed his hand and dragged him behind you, on the dance floor, pressing your back against his body 'accidentally’, before turning around and putting some distance between the two of you. a smirk appeared on his lips as he looked down at you, fixating his eyes on your lips before slowly scanning you from head to toe. his hands quickly made their way to your waist, pushing you closer, literally pressing your body on his as he gently massaged your waist, dragging his hand lower, daringly putting it inside the back pocket of your jeans.

perhaps you should be ashamed since you were clearly drunk and he was sober, or he should be the one ashamed since he knew you were drunk. it seemed like he read your mind, leaving you for a moment, before returning with two fresh tequila shots, ‘’i thought you were driving?’’ you asked, raising your eyebrow.

‘’i can get a cab and take the car tomorrow, you know?’’ taking the shot together, that wasn't the last one that night.

after taking more shots together, mixing a ‘mystery’ cocktail for him, you found yourself in front of his car as he was desperately searching his pockets for his car keys. once he found them and unlocked the car, you were quick to sit in the backseat, climbing on top of his lap, cupping his face with your fragile hands. his hands were softly caressing your waist, his doe eyes nowhere in sight as he seemed way more confident than he was earlier. you could see his eyes in the dim light, and their whole vibe was changed, making him look like a completely different person.

without holding back, you leaned in and connected your lips to his, moving your lips slowly in sync, his hands squeezing your waist a little bit. breaking the kiss, you saw him pouting at the lack of closure.

this time, before you kissed his lips, you kissed his whole face, leaving lipstick stains everywhere. you couldn't understand what about him was so comfortable and calming, but at the same time mesmerizing yet intimidating. connecting your lips once again, the kiss wasn't soft anymore. biting onto your lower lip, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, a small moan leaving your lips as you slowly moved your hips against him, his hands abruptly going down from your waist to your hips, squeezing them tightly, trying to stop you from moving.

after more kissing and touching, he gently pushed you away, earning a confused look from you. ‘’did i do something?’’ you asked, tilting your head to the side, as you felt your eyelids getting heavy.

‘’i think there’s something we need to talk about first.’’ he seriously said, although his voice was sweet.

‘’hm?’’ you asked, resting your hands on his shoulders, trying to stabilize yourself.

‘’about the night we first met.’’ your eyes widened in shock as soon as his words left his lips, quickly pushing yourself off his lap, trying to open the car’s door, only to be stopped by him. ‘’don’t. calm down a little.’’ your breath was going crazy, and you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

‘’you saw… that guy-’’ as much as you tried to sound coherent, it didn't work out the way you wanted, trying to read heeseung’s expression while also trying to understand your emotions.

‘’what i saw?’’ he asked, earning a small nod from you, ‘’his tongue bleeding. i didn't need anything else to realise what he did.’’ your eyes started watering at his words.

was he going to see you differently now? was he going to say it was your fault? would he tell anyone else?

heeseung wasn't this type of person.

‘’don’t cry.’’ he gently said, pulling you back on his lap, wrapping his arms around you, ‘’it’s not your fault.’’ his reassuring words were enough to make you break down, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hid your face on his left shoulder. running his hands up and down your back, the two of you stayed in silence for a while; heeseung didn't say anything anymore, letting you cry while he hummed a melody in your ear, trying to calm you down.

‘’i can't thank you enough for saving me that night.’’ you said between sobs, his gaze softening once you pushed yourself away from his shoulder and he saw your reddish eyes in the dim lights, and your mascara running down your cheeks. a faint smile appeared on his lips as he kissed your mascara stained cheeks before he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

‘’you don't have to thank me. any good person would've stepped in.’’ he said, another smile appearing in your face.

‘’still, i’m grateful it was you,’’ the sentence left your lips without you realizing it, making you slap yourself mentally at how bold you were tonight, ‘’i-i mean, we wouldn't be here if you didn't save me that night?’’

‘’actually…’’ heeseung said, shifting his gaze from you to the window, looking at the frat house in the distance, biting his lip before turning his attention back on you, ‘’i wanted to get to know you for a long time. i just didn't have the courage.’’

his confession left you speechless; you never saw yourself worthy of someone like heeseung, someone who was good at everything he did, someone who seemed perfect in all aspects. ‘’you looked kind of untouchable,’’ another shocking confession for the night, ‘’you came to college, went to class and left, no interest in cliches or frats or the typical campus drama. i saw you at a few parties and you were completely different from how you were in school. i found you quite intriguing and i might have developed a small crush on you…so i tried to find the courage to come up to you.’’

you couldn't help but smile like a dumb bimbo at his confession, pressing a soft kiss on his jawline before playing with his necklace, pulling him closer to you, ‘’what a good thing you found the courage to come up to me.’’ you chuckled, leaning in for a kiss, only to be denied by him, which got you more confused.

‘’hold up, hold up,’’ the black haired boy said, removing your hands from his body, ‘’sorry to ruin it to you, but if you keep kissing me i won't be able to hold back anymore.’’

again, he made you confused. was he rejecting you or subtly telling you you're pushing yourself onto him? upon seeing your perplexed expression, the silence was replaced by his loud laugh, squeezing his eyes shut while he laughed in your face. calming down, he barely held back his laughter when he saw the confusion written all over your face.

‘’we can have fun later, sweetheart,’’ heeseung spoke, playing with a strand of your hair, ‘’let me take you out on a date first.’’

(small note: if you ever find yourself in a similar situation and you're afraid to ask for help because you think people will blame your for it, just remember that there's always going to be someone there for you. since i went through something similar and i needed a whole year to tell anyone about it, constantly blaming myself for what happened, i felt much better when i told someone about what happened and got it off my chest. even if it's hard, don't hesitate to seek help <3)

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 1

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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MASTERLIST

7 months ago

The rhythmic sound of those knocks in the door, simulating the 20th Century Fox intro, gets on my nerves. Because I already know who's the person behind those knocks, and because he's been doing that every single time he's come over.

Why won't he fucking knock on the door like a normal person.

—I'm not home —I scream, resting my back on the couch.

—Just open the door —he whines.

I groan, standing up and walking to the door. I know Tae won't leave, even if I tell him to. He'll just stay here, being a pain in the ass until I give in and open it.

—You look horrible.

It's the first thing he says as his eyes land on me. And yes, I haven't looked my best in days -or weeks-, I've probably been wearing these pajamas for a little too long, and could be I haven't showered because my own smell isn't bothering me yet. But that doesn't give him the right to come here and tell me directly, especially when he's trying to come in. So, annoyed with his comment, I roll my eyes and push the door to close it again.

—I was just kidding —he stops me from closing the door—, kind of.

I sigh, done with whatever he's trying to say, but letting him in because I know he'll manage to get in anyway. Just a week ago he stood out of my door for three hours because I wouldn't reply to his texts nor answer his calls.

—Why are you here? —I mutter, walking to the couch again.

—I wanted to see you —he shrugs, following my steps.

—You saw me this morning —I sit on the couch—, when you went to the studio. And you also saw me when we went to get lunch this afternoon —I remind him—. Fuck, I see you more than Mark, and that says a lot.

—I wanted to see you... a lot of times —he adds—. Everyone's worried about you —he sits next to me.

—It's not like I'm going to kill myself for being alone —I chuckle, resting my head on the backrest.

—No, but you're a mess. Soo didn't want me to tell you, but she's preparing an intervention.

Of course. Why am I not surprised about my sister sticking her nose in my business. It'd be weird if she didn't.

—She knows you haven't met up with anyone.

I look at him in disbelief. We two are almost tied to the hip, but he's now saying I barely hang out with them. Does he want to move in with me or what?

—Forcing you to hang out with me doesn't count —he snaps—. Leslie is out there living her life, yet you're here, looking miserable for someone that doesn't deserve it. You're way better than her, and she didn't deserve you.

Taehyung is a good friend, he seriously is. But the fact that he's trying to cheer me up with those words, when not even three months ago he was crying and throwing up over a girl he dated for three weeks, is laughable. It's not the same situation at all.

And he knows it.

I dated Leslie for almost five years, we were living together, we were working together. And out of nowhere, I find out she's been cheating on me for months, using our bed. And instead of talking to me and trying to make things up, she left and now I have to get used to her not being around, not smelling her scent, not seeing her smile when she turns to me as soon as she wakes up...

I went from having everything to not having anything. Nothing at all.

—I wanted to marry her —I admit.

Taehyung interrupts his rant, a heavy silence growing among us. I feel his eyes on me, while my gaze is still fixed on the ceiling.

—I was going to ask her to marry me —I scoff—. I even booked a table at the most expensive restaurant, and reserved the diamond ring of her dreams... For nothing.

When I look at him, I see that look full of pity everyone has been glaring at me since it was known Leslie left me. The only reason why I don't care about being around Tae is because he was the only one that didn't look at me that way. Yet there he was.

—Don't look at me like that —I complained, pissed off.

—Like what? —he changes his tone— I can't look at you right now —he fakes a sob—. Your smell is blinding me... literally. If someone needs tear gas, they can just throw you out there and get the same result.

I let out a laugh, remembering why I tolerate him so much.

—Don't be an ass. It's not that bad —I smell my t-shirt.

—You have to be kidding me. You were wearing this same t-shirt this morning when you were working —he grabs the edge of my t-shirt—, and yesterday you were wearing the exact same one. When was the last time you showered?

—I don't know —I shrug again.

—She won't come back. And it doesn't matter how long you go without showering, or without meeting us. She left Mark and the studio, she left you... She's a selfish bitch. And don't look at me that way.

He points his finger at me when I lift my head, only to throw him a glare.

—I know how important she was to you, but you need to let it go —he stands up—. Go out, hook up with girls, give yourself a treat... —he lifts his eyebrows— And let's start today. Jimin is throwing a party at his place.

—I don't want to go.

—Either you go there, or I'll tell him to throw the party here. Your choice —he looks around.

He knows me so well, that he's aware he got away with what he wanted by the way I sigh and let my head fall back.

—Today will be your first day as a single man —he cheers, with a wide smile.

✸ ✸ ✸

Currently

I park my motorbike outside, next to the entrance. A wide smile forms on my face as I keep seeing people coming and leaving the pub, all looking sober enough to go for a second round to the nightclubs nearby.

—Hey, Brooke —I smile at the brunette behind the counter.

—Hey, cutie —she smiles at me—. What can I get for you?

I know it could be an innocent question for anyone else. It should be an innocent question. But the way she's looking at me, while licking her lips, gives that question a totally different meaning. Both of us know that if it weren't for her position here, I would've made a move on her the first time I saw her in the inauguration.

—Your boss —I reply—, and a beer.

She throws a wink at me. Brooke serves me the beer first, and walks away to look for Taehyung, where the hell he must be right now.

As I look around, I see some girls looking my way, and turning those small smiles to smirks as soon as they're aware I'm looking back. One blonde girl in concrete gets my attention, and seems like she's going to come my way, but stops. Soon I know the reason why.

—Kookie —he greets with a smile—, what brings you here?

—I was just passing by —I give a sip to my beer—. I wanted to see how it was going.

—Oh, so you're finally taking your responsibility as a partner?

—I'm not a partner though.

I only gave him the money I got from the ring I bought months ago. I wasn't counting on it anyway, so when Taehyung kept saying he wanted to open a pub -and only needed 5.000 dollars more, I saw it pretty clearly.

—For me you are —he shakes his head—. What do you think? —he opens his arm wide, referring to the whole establishment.

—It's good to see you're doing good.

Honestly, I haven't come here since the inauguration day. But I heard some people saying this was the new "It" place to spend a good time at night. And seeing the amount of people here, and waiting outside, I can tell they weren't lying. It's doing great.

—Are you still growing your hair?

—Hmm —I nod—. I won't grow it longer than shoulder length, but I like how it's looking.

We talk a bit more, but Taehyung ends up leaving when Brooke calls him on the other side of the counter. I stay in the same spot, enjoying my beer, looking around... Nothing deep until someone gets my attention.

She's sitting by herself at one of the tables, and she keeps looking around, her eyes scanning through every single person that's here. But it doesn't seem like anyone catches her attention, because she moves from one to the next one. Until her eyes finally meet mine. She's surprised to see me looking at her, but that doesn't stop her from looking. Her gaze doesn't leave me, and she tries to scan me the same way she scanned the others. The only difference is that this time she was caught, but she doesn't care, since her eyes go over my body with no shame.

I do the same. I scan every corner of her face, every curve... And I'm feeling tempted to move away from here, and take the first step.

She's playing a game I love. Who will hold the look the longest? And who will make the move first? And the new girl loses, her eyes drift from mine.

I turn to my glass, and take a quick look at all the liquors carefully placed on the showcase, going through all the names I'm able to read from my place. I'm focused on trying to read one of the names when I feel someone tapping on my shoulder.

There it is. I knew she would give in first...

But when I turn around, with that proud smirk, I don't see her. Instead, there's a brunette that's almost as tall as me, with a ridiculously big and wide smile. Her hip is slightly swayed to the right, while her finger keeps twirling around one of her locks.

—I'm Tonya —she introduces herself.

—Jungkook —I smile at her.

I know she starts talking, because I see her red colored lips moving, but I can't pay attention to a single word she's saying. My head is still stuck on that other girl. And for that exact same reason, I look for her over this girl's shoulder, finding her eyes perking with curiosity and a glint of disappointment. As soon as she's aware I caught her looking, she moves her gaze away again and takes a long sip of her drink. For a moment, I believe she'll come right to where we are standing and interrupt us. But she obviously doesn't.

I see myself battling between two choices when I see her standing up and walking to the counter, just to pay and leave.

—I'm really sorry, Tania —she stops her endless monologue—. I really have to leave right now.

—It's Tonya —she laughs, uncomfortable—. But sure, don't worry. Do you have Instagram or somewhere I can find you?

—Ask Brooke —I point to her—. She'll help you out with that —I start walking towards the door.

—Can't believe you're making me do that again —Brooke rolls her eyes when she hears me say that.

Most of the girls are never that into me to reach out to a stranger and ask them about me. But those who do, get some lame excuse from someone else whenever they ask for my phone number or social media. Brooke is brilliant for that. Last time, she managed to say I was some kind of hustler, fishing for a new victim. Others probably just said they didn't know me, which is true.

When I head outside, I see her body standing in the middle of the pavement, her head turning left and right, while she keeps checking her phone.

—Do you need a ride?

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