#this is SO text heavy im so sorry im literally just crying and spilling out my thoughts im sorry

[sodasback]

Let Go - Part 3

Reposting from my deleted acct.

Warnings: physical violence

That night you got a text from JJ’s number.

JJ: Hey Y/N, it’s Pope. I stole JJ’s phone and he’s trying to kill me over it right now. 

JJ: Anyway, he hasn’t stopped talking about you. Just thought you should know.

JJ: Don’t let him hide you from us. 

JJ: Kay gotta go, can’t breathe, bye

You laughed out loud at Pope’s texts and swooned over the fact that JJ was talking about you to his friends and that the Pogues, or Pope at least, seemed like he wanted to hangout with you.Then more texts came through. 

JJ: Sry pope doesnt kno wut hes talking about. ignore him. 

JJ: i cant let ur head get any bigger knowing tht im simping for u over here. I’ll have to put u in ur place again.😉

Y/N: Is that place on my knees in front of you?

JJ: ugh stop. ur gonna make me hard and wer on the boat

Y/N: Hey you started it

JJ: Yeah well I’ll finish it too when i see u tmrw pretty girl

Y/N: You better 😈

JJ: ur killin me smalls 🍆

You went to sleep that night blissfully happy. But you woke up full of dread knowing you had to breakup with Rafe. 

You texted him telling him that you needed to see him and talk. He seemed to know something was up, but he told you to meet him at your favorite park in Figure 8. 

Before you left to meet him, you texted JJ that you were meeting Rafe. And then you shared your location with him. You had a feeling JJ would end up being close by, but you frowned when he didn’t text back and thought maybe you should call him. No, it’ll be fine. Rafe doesn’t need to know what happened. I’ll just end it and it’ll be fine.

 You pulled up to the park and saw Rafe....

You had worn a hoodie, because it was the only thing you had that would really cover all the hickeys, that you also tried, pretty unsuccessfully, to cover with make-up.

“Hey beautiful” he greeted you softly from his spot seated at a bench and kissed your cheek as you sat down next to him. You were ashamed of yourself that you still felt a warm fuzzy feeling despite the fact that Rafe didn’t you treat you right and JJ already showed you more affection in such a short time.

“Hey doll” you greeted back out of habit.

You and Rafe were both quiet for a minute, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You and Rafe enjoyed the scenery and the nearby fountain in silence.

“It’s over huh?” He asked solemnly, still looking off in the distance at first and then to you.

“Yeah” You admitted with a sigh before continuing, “I think we’re just growing apart and maybe we’re not the best for one another.” You said slowly.

You hated yourself for saying it that way, for not calling Rafe out on everything. And you hated yourself for not being 100% truthful that you cheated. But a part of you still loved him and a bigger part of you was just trying to survive this without a screaming match or something worse.

Rafe nodded and offered a small smile.

“I’ll always love you though. You know that right?” He said, squeezing your hand gently.

You melted a little. Rafe really could be the boyfriend you needed ...sometimes.

“Me too” is all you said with a gentle smile.

Rafe sighed and stood up. He opened his arms out for a hug. You stepped in and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

That wasn’t so bad you thought as you breathed in his cologne one last time and savored being in his arms for a second.

You felt Rafe shift a little and playing with the hood of your sweatshirt.

“Why’re you wearing a hoodie?” He asked, with genuine intrigue in his voice. You felt your heart stop and you tried to stop yourself from sweating more than you already were. You swallowed hard and then cleared your throat, trying to act casual.

“Just was a little chilly earlier.” You stated simply, pulling away from Rafe. Who looked at you skeptically. 

“It’s July. It’s hot as fuck out. There’s no way you’re cold.” He said tugging at the hem of the jacket. You pushed his hands away. 

“Rafe stop. I wanna keep it on. I’m cold.” You said, trying to squirm away from him. He firmly grabbed hold of both your wrists and pulled you towards him a little, motivating you to look up at his now deeply disbelieving expression. The furrow in his brow, made you nervous and you bit the inside of your cheek. You could see the gears turning in his head as he registered your very guilty and scared demeanor you couldn’t hide.

“Why’re you wearing a jacket, Y/N?” He asked in a sternly dangerous tone that gave you goosebumps. Your breathing started getting heavy. 

“Rafe” You warned nervously. 

His jaw became clenched. And he forcefully ripped the hemline of your pullover upward and wrenched your arm out one of the sleeves. 

“Rafe! Stop!” You yelled at him as you tried to squirm away but he manhandled you and harshly tugged your hoodie the rest of the way off and threw it on the ground, leaving you in your sports bra, completely exposing the hickeys on your neck and chest. You quickly tried to cover yourself and reach down for your hoodie at the same time, but Rafe grabbed your forearms again, hard enough to leave bruises. 

Fuck. Where’s JJ when you need him?

Rafe looked you up and down before tightening his grip on your arms. “You little fucking whore.” He swore through gritted teeth. 

“Rafe you’re hurting me.” You said with a whiny tone you couldn’t hold back.

“You’re just cold, huh? I can’t believe you fucked another guy, you cheating slut!” He spat as he throttled you.

“Rafe calm down.” You said, trying not to cry. God, JJ, please come. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“You’re sorry?! You’re sorry?!” Rafe laughed darkly, before moving a hand to your throat, but not fully squeezing yet. “You cheat on me and all you can say is you’re sorry?!” 

“Rafe! Please!” You begged, tears now welling up in your eyes. 

“Who’d you let fuck you, Y/N? Hmm? Who marked you up knowing you were mine?”

“Rafe, please let go!” You cried. 

“Tell me who it was, Y/N!” He growled at you in a way that made your blood run cold and he started to squeeze your throat. You clawed at his hand and his arm as he cut off your airway. 

“Cameron!” JJ yelled as he ran over to you. Rafe was caught off guard and let go of your throat. You collapsed to the ground gasping for air. JJ immediately was at your side. 

“Y/N! Are you okay? Go to your car, now.” JJ told you. But you stayed in your position, mostly out of necessity, given the fact you couldn’t breathe. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Rafe said. “You cheated on me with this fucking piece of shit pogue?!” He asked you, as JJ stood up and faced him. 

“Leave. Now.” JJ told Rafe.

Rafe snorted, “Or what?” He challenged, stepping towards JJ.

Right then, police sirens went off. All 3 of you turned to see a Kildare County Sheriff SUV and Shoupe step out.

“Is there a problem gentleman?” Shoupe asked them walking towards the 3 of you.

Rafe and JJ were glaring at each other. You took the opportunity to put your hoodie back on.

Finally, Rafe said, “No problem here officer.” As he didn’t take his eyes off JJ, daring him to rat him out.

“Looks like you’re on the wrong side of town, Mr. Maybank. Everything okay Miss Y/L/N?” Shoupe asked.

“Yeah, JJ came to take me home. Rafe was just leaving.” You said.

By now, Shoupe had taken notice of the red mark on your neck and the fact you were on the ground with a defensive JJ in between you and Rafe. It was very obvious what had been going on.

“Mr. Cameron, I think you should head on home now.” Shoupe said. And you internally rolled your eyes. Of course, Shoupe would let Rafe just leave.

Rafe just glared at JJ.

“Rafe.” Shoupe said more firmly.

“I’ll see you soon Y/N, Maybank.” He promised in a dangerous tone before turning toward his car.

JJ watched him leave with his fists clenched. Once Rafe was driving away, JJ took a deep breath and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you need to see a doctor?” Shoupe asked.

“No, I’m fine.” You said from JJ’s arms.

“Alright. You 2 take care, now.” Shoupe said as both an apology and a warning getting back in his car.

Now, it was just you and JJ. He was still holding you tight. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, glancing down at you. You nodded but kept your head tight to his chest squeezing his waist and cried a little. 

You only let yourself cry for a second and then sucked it up and when you sniffled, JJ held you back a little so he could look at you. He checked your expression and waited for you to nod as he slowly and gently pulled the collar of your hoodie down a little so he could see your neck.

A pained grimace appeared on JJ’s face and anyone looking at him could have probably seen his heart break in front of them as he looked at your injury.

You might have JUST admitted feelings for each other yesterday, but you couldn’t explain it. You and JJ felt right. It was young summer love, a whirlwind romance where you both fell hard and fast. And the fact that he was partly at fault for the huge hematoma forming on your neck, the fact Rafe quite literally could have killed you made JJ feel like crumbling.

“I’m gonna kill him.” JJ said to himself more than you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/N.” 

“JJ. This is not your fault. Okay? Rafe is the one who had his hand around my neck not you.” You said with your hands holding his face. 

“But I-”

“No! Stop! I’m telling you this isn’t your fault. And I’m fine. See? I’m in one piece.”

JJ almost had tears spilling out. 

“I promise.” You reassured him. He closed his eyes and nodded. 

“So you taking me out on a date or what, Maybank?” You asked, desperately just wanting to see JJ’s face free of anguish again. He smiled a little and sniffled. 

“Yeah, I’m taking you out. Give me your keys.” He said smiling.

“Uh uh” You tsked, “You think I’m gonna let you drive my Porsche? I’ve seen you take a turn in John B’s van on 2 wheels. I’m not letting you behind the wheel of my baby.” 

“Fine” JJ pouted. But then he snatched the keys from your hand and mimicked the shocked look on your face and taunted you. 

“JJ!” You shouted reaching for the keys, but he held them out of reach from you. 

“Ooh sucks to be short, huh Y/N?” He said as he stumbled to your car still holding you back from the keys. 

“JJ.” You said seriously. “Give. Me. My. Keys.” He just looked at you waiting for you to threaten something as he stood next to the driver’s door. “Give me my keys or I’m not sucking your dick for a month.” You threatened. 

“Pfft” JJ scoffed, “Like you could go a month without begging for my cock down your throat? Bet” He said, nodding his chin up at you. You contemplated it and you knew he was probably right. You furrowed your brow. 

“I swear to god, if you crash my car, I will kill you Maybank.” You said as you walked to the passenger’s. 

“Whoo!” JJ cheered before awkwardly crawling into your front seat. “Jesus, your seat’s so close to the wheel!” He complained throwing the seat back and fixing all the mirrors. 

“JJ! You are fucking up all my stuff!” You yelled at him and punched him in the arm. He ignored you and revved the engine. 

“Ooofff” JJ groaned, “this is making me so horny. Can we have sex later?” 

You glared at him. 

“You’re eating me out for at least an hour for stealing my car.” You folded your arms and looked out the front windshield. JJ leaned over and pecked your cheek. 

“My pleasure baby.” he said, throwing your car in drive and screeching the tires. 

“JJ!”

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[snowmiku]

im really sad and upset and i brought this upon myself and i hate it so much and hhhhhhhhhhhhh

#irl.txt #this is SO text heavy im so sorry im literally just crying and spilling out my thoughts im sorry #this is just me being Emo ughguhg #u kno im so bad! with this moving on process ! bc im ok for DAYS but ukno i still. Think about It it never leaves me #but i can be okay! i wont cry i wont. dwell on it i dont Want it again #but. ugh today has been a set back because i woke up AGAIN thinking about. what happened. and her. and #i hate it. i hate it so much bc my brain Wouldnt stop thinking about it and so i started writing about it so it was thinking about it More #n then the entire day was wasted with thinking about Her and Us and What Happened And why did she leave me again ?? oh yeah bc im a piece of #shit and it was all my fault and she left me and i have No One and ill always have no one #and i found. UGH im literalyl doing this as punishment at this point and ik its! wrong to do this! #but i found my old google docs of. her. of when we were actually Together Together and i can Feel how in love i was and i fuKCING HATE IT #i hate how im never going to feel like that again i hate how im never going to have anyone again i hate how im thinking of her i hate how #shes taking over my life because of what. fucking. happened. #i hate knowing ! i hate thinking ! i hate wanting ! #her her her thats all i think about her her her it never leaves me her her her i just want Her back #i just want her. fucking back. #and thats So emo to say thats so fucking emo to say like stop crying over a girl rip youve been crying over her for months #almost a year! u cant move on from her! bc u know that she was suppose to be with u ur entire life! bc she was ur soulmate! and ur never #going to find another person like her ripley ur so fucking stupid u Messed up ur entire life rip you did thsi u did this you fucking did thi #its not even because i loved her! she was my best friend! she was my best friend she was my best friend #yeha i loved her. i loved her i needed her ineeded her to function and i cant function and i cant . do this anymore!!!!!!!! #i just Want her back or at least . i want to fucking feel something again. but i cant move on and it sucks and i dont know what to do.

[plsimsuchasimp]

i’m sorry (ft: sugawara).

by request: “Hi!!!! Okay im so glad your requests are open - could I please request some angst with Sugawara? Where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? Then maybe the reader and Suga fight and then reader gets hurt or something (maybe a car accident) and when the Karasuno team finds out, Suga is devastated and goes to the hospital and tell the reader that he loves them?? Thank you!! ❤️” -anon

yes anon i’m happy to do this- i kinda changed up the prompt a lil bit so i’m sorry about that but i hope this measures up to your standards! (i’m ridiculously soft for suga so this makes sense)

genre: sadness (literal tears were shed in the process of making this)

ft: sugawara koushi x reader

warnings: car crash, fighting, cursing, hospitalization, death

wc: 2k

“Y/n, why are you so upset? I get that you’re concerned, and I’m grateful for that, but she’s genuinely a good person and I’m serious about her!” Suga walks away from you, his back turned, shoulders raised slightly in his sweater. You can sense his frustration, his confusion, but you don’t care. His face is pouty, lip sticking out ever so slightly, and you know you can’t look at him or you won’t be able to keep yourself from kissing him right then and there.

The thing is, you know she’s a good person. And that’s what hurts. See, you’ve been in love with Sugawara Koushi since the day you met him at the bus stop five years ago, on a hot summer day with a butterfly in his hair.

You can’t stop him from getting a new girlfriend, and you know it’s selfish of you to hope he likes you the way you like him, to hold on to him for all these years.

Sometimes when it’s late, you let yourself drift into your memories. The spring days when he would take you hiking, out into the mountains to show you his favorite spots, the times when your stomachs hurt from laughing at the dirty jokes he found off of random places on the internet, the rainy moments and baking cookies when it just seemed calm. With Suga, you felt at home like nowhere else. 

Now, your eyes sting unfairly, and you turn away from him as he glares towards you, brow furrowed. Struggling to keep your voice even, you say, “I know, okay Kou? I just- I don’t know, she gives me bad vibes.”

You know he doesn’t mean to be rude, but when he scoffs, your heart squeezes just a bit and tears prick your eyes. “You’re telling me to call off a whole relationship because she gives you bad vibes? You did this with all of my exes, too!” Suga sighs, hands on his hips. “You know you’re my best friend, but honestly, y/n, this has to stop. You can’t control my life!” 

He’s right. You know he’s right, and that’s the harsh thing about it. You want him all to yourself- everything about him is entrancing, intoxicating, familiar. Jealousy is a bitch.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

At this point, his jaw drops open at the sheer audacity of your remark. “I can’t do this with you today.” He throws up his hands and sits on the bed, making it clear he doesn’t really want to talk anymore.

Suga never really fights with you. He teases endlessly, but he always stops himself before he really hurts you, and the fights between the two of you are always calmer on his side. He’s usually the first to apologize, but it seems this is a sticking point for the two of you.

“Well? Go!” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it. You flinch backwards at his words, and he doesn’t miss the unmistakable glint of tears in your eyes as you walk out of the room.

“Fine, I guess I will!” As soon as you’re outside, you cover your mouth with your hand, your vision blurred from large drops threatening to spill from your eyelashes. You muffle your sobs with the sleeve of a sweatshirt Suga lent you, and it just makes you cry harder when you breathe in his slight cologne. 

He wasn’t going to let her go this time. You missed your chance.

You’re running, but where to? As soon as your thoughts stop spinning, your feet freeze, and you glance around you. Shaky breaths escape you as you duck your head and attempt to cross the street, questioning looks from passerby making your cheeks heat up. 

All of a sudden, you hear a car horn and freeze to see a car speeding towards you, out of control. The last thing you see before everything goes black is a child pointing at you, and you almost laugh at the incredulity of the situation. Then you black out on impact.

Back at Suga’s home, he sits in his bed, running his fingers through his silky hair. He curses under his breath, already hating the feeling. 

He hates when the only person he’s ever truly loved is mad at him. 

Honestly, Koushi can’t fathom why he keeps getting other people to date him, momentary distractions from his everlasting affection for you. You, the only person who’s there for him when he’s hurting, the only real friend to stay near him through everything, the only person he fell in love with on first sight. He wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to ruin this was. 

Better to be certain friends with you and never get what he truly wanted than to try and lose you completely.

Suga picks up the phone to text you when he receives a call from an unfamiliar number, marked as the hospital of your district.

“Hello?"

“Is this Sugawara Koushi?” The female voice on the other end of the line asks.

“Yes, is everything okay?” He responds, curious as to why the hospital is calling him in the middle of the day.

“Well, we have Y/N L/N here, and you’re listed as one of their emergency contacts. Would you mind coming to the hospital to fill out some paperwork?”

Immediately, his world freezes. “W-what did you say?”

“I said, Y/N L/N is in the hospital and we need you to come in and see them.” She’s patient with him, voice even and calm, clearly used to people in shock from news of their loved ones. “They were involved in a car accident.”

He nods, momentarily forgetting she can’t see him. “Yeah, I’m on my way.” 

The line clicks, and he sits there for only a minute before hurrying down to his car, grabbing the keys and starting the car. He seems to forget basic movements, mind consumed only with thoughts of you. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, edging above the speed limit on the road. He was tempted to honk at someone, but refrains from it, knowing it won’t help with the turmoil of emotions he was feeling.

Then, it hit him. This was his fault. He almost stopped the car in the middle of the road, throat closing as guilt washed over him. Koushi didn’t know you’d take it so hard, didn’t mean for it to come off that harshly.

He arrived at the hospital, and as he walked in, the receptionist looked up at him.

“Sugawara Koushi?” 

“Yes,” he said, and watched the smile slowly fade from her face. He noticed she tried to hide it, ducking her head, but it was too late. “Are they- are they going to be okay?” he gulped as she didn’t respond.

“Room 208,” she said curtly, “You should probably go in.”

The lights seemed to blur into each other as Suga practically ran to your room. Every footstep seemed to take forever, travel only a few centimeters forward. He couldn’t get there fast enough, accidentally bumping into the wall and muttering a hushed “sorry” to it.

He arrived. The door was almost too heavy, or maybe it was just the fear making his limbs heavy as lead.

There you lay, and it was worse than he thought.  Tubes of all sorts trailed from your body to things around the bed, crowding and seeming to close you in. Scratches ran down your cheek and there was dried blood on your hairline, streaking down your face. The breath fell from his throat and he stood in the doorway, paralyzed. 

This could not be happening. 

One look and he could tell you weren’t going to be okay. An IV drip led into your left arm, and you were unconscious, so fragile, so angelic. It looked as if you were only sleeping, like the countless times you’d snuggled into Suga’s shoulder in the warm summer nights, staring at the blanket of glittering stars far above. The ones in your eyes, though, outshone them all. 

When you slept, you always seemed so peaceful, so comforted, but now your brow was slightly furrowed, your lips drained of color and slightly parted. Even in this state, you were still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

Shakily, he made his way to the chair and sat down in it. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry, and tears were dripping down his face before he could wipe them away. A choked sob escaped him as he reached out his hand, hovering over your limp one. 

He took your hand, and he hunched over to feel how cold it was. Your hands were always colder than his, which made him a perfect match for you. Never before, though, had he felt this ice. 

Suga’s shoulders began to shake, and he clutched your hand, silently begging you not to leave, please please please don’t leave me, i don’t know if i can survive without you. Of course, there was no response but the steady beep of the heart monitor, the only thing reassuring him that you were still there. 

Shaking, he brought your hand to his lips, barely brushing them against your knuckles. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Whispered words fell gently from his lips, trying to stay composed for you. “Please stay with me. Please don’t leave.” His tone rises, voice breaking in desperation. “P-please.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He rocked back and forth, holding your hand as if it was the only thing tying him down. “I-I love you.”

There. He said it, those three words he’d wanted to say since the day he saw you smile for the first time. Hopelessly, madly, endlessly in love with you, only you. 

When you didn’t respond, he let himself sob, let the pain overtake him. Hot, salty tears spilled onto your hand, and he silently wished for a sign, a movement, anything to show that you weren’t gone just yet.

In that moment, he whispered everything he wanted to say to you, a thousand words choking him and clogging his throat to the point where he couldn’t breathe anymore.

The doctor came in, shutting the door silently behind him. “Sugawara-”

“Call me Suga.” His voice was quiet, reserved, threatening to break.

“I’m afraid y/n isn’t going to make it.” The doctor sighed, mercifully pretending not to notice Suga’s muffled cry. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“You’re joking, right?” Suga raised his head, puffy, red eyes desperate. “Please- tell me you’re joking.” The silence from the doctor told him otherwise, and Suga felt his heart shatter in that instant.

He squeezed your hand, and just as he did, the heart monitor stopped beeping, a flat tone emitting from it. He couldn’t stop the heartbroken cry from spilling from his mouth, his breath stolen by the endless constriction of guilt and grief in his chest. 

He stayed there for another two hours, crying over your hand limp in his grasp. When Daichi arrived at the hospital to drive him home, he didn’t want to leave. 

Suga stared out of the car window, numb. It was impossible- the world couldn’t be this cruel. 

It’s your fault, your fault, your fault, the voice in his head whispered. The broken sobs that spilled out of him hurt, stabbed at his breathing, but he didn’t care. It was his fault that you were gone, forever. 

The rest of the day passed in a haze, the sun setting with flared colors that you would have loved. The stars were brilliant, but Suga couldn’t look at them. His pillow smelled like you, and everywhere he looked had some imprint, some memory of you. You were the only person he’d ever love, and you had been stolen from the world in an instant.

In the months afterwards, nothing was the same. He saw you everywhere, expecting to see your texts pop up on his phone, accidentally ordered your drink at the boba place you would always go to. 

At the funeral, his stiff black suit seemed awkward, but you always said he looked handsome in one. That was the last time he got to see your face besides pictures, the fading memory of the person who loved him for who he was.

the person who he would love for the rest of his life.

you’re an angel in my eyes.

a/n: tbh this is probably one of the most painful things i’ve written so far suga im so sorry also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS ITS CRAZY i finished this at 2am i’m going to be so sad if it flops <\3

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[swinterr]

Valerie I

It all started last week, when Shawn dropped the teaser normally Valerie is a very supportive girlfriend but not on this one. He was filming his music video, Valerie is spending time with her family. Finally, the day when the music video drops, Valerie didn’t watched it even the teaser.

Social Media is Social Media some people can call it their safe place but she doesn’t for her, Social Media is a platform where you see what you don’t want to see. For her, Social Media is toxic everywhere you go it reeks negativity well some may had some positive energy with their post but not all, not all. She saw some pictures that she didn’t want to see.

Valerie remembers the day when Shawn told her that he and Camila are collaborating again, His eyes has this twinkling effect that only happened when he’s happy, well he is happy very happy indeed. Valerie congratulated Shawn on his new music video on how the editing looks so good even though she didn’t watched it how Shawn and Camila looked good together, everything she complemented. Days passed Shawn is back touring and Valerie is back at Massachusetts collecting some of her things on her dorm to take home.

Shawn is very busy touring, he enjoys singing, playing guitar, hanging out with his best friends Brian and Connor. Valerie is back home in Toronto with her family. She enjoys reading books, playing archery on their yard and boxing.

Finally it happened while Valerie is getting ready for their like family-reunion-party-for-4th-of-July a picture went viral on the internet.

Valerie is out with her family when she saw the pictures but on particular picture caught her eye, she is sitting on the couch next to her sister Viviane and his husband Seth. Vernon, his brother along with his wife Jess, Vernon talking about his son Milo and Laslo (who are playing with the table designs) with their cousin Andre and Viviane is holding is baby boy named Cupid. The Valentin’s are hosting a party in their hotel in Toronto. She is scrolling down her feed in Instagram, of course being a supportive girlfriend she follows #shawnmendes

Shawn and Camila are kissing, Valerie isn’t really the type of person who will just point out something wrong, she always gathers her information before speaking. Sometimes she will answer your question with a hum as, she hums she thinks about her words she will put in the sentences, she always makes sure she will use it in a good way she also try not to offend someone.

She has enough information with all the pictures she’s been tag in the video and clips of them, she had enough. She puts her phone down the marble table.

“Viv.” She spoked softly. Valerie has a sweet, soft, light and airy voice even if she’s mad or sad she never raises her voice.

Viviane noticed something in her voice she may have a soft voice but she sounds so fragile right now. “Yes Val, something wrong?”

Vernon and Andre stopped talking, all their attention is on Valerie. Even the kids.

Valerie looks so fragile her tired watery eyes glancing up at her sister as she tugs at her sleeves on her off shoulder long sleeved Dolce & Gabanna cotton blend dress, fighting back the tears, she tries to blink faster hoping it will dry but heavy tears started flowing down her rosy cheeks.

“Can I skip the party, I think my febrile response is kicking in again.”

Andre glances at Valerie’s phone. “Oh no.” he gasped. Valerie quickly took her phone back to her clutch.

“Please, I need some time alone.” Valerie didn’t wait for their answer as she walks towards her parent explaining her febrile response which literally just mean fever.

Little does she knows the group of five started talking about the said issue.

She also didn’t wait for her parents response she walked straight to the front door, not minding the paparazzi taking a picture of her crying. Her chauffeur is holding the car door for her.

She got into the car she closes her eyes, taking deep breaths in an effort to stop never ending flow of tears. She didn’t even wait to be home, she needs to talk to Shawn ASAP. She opened her Marc Jacob clutch and took her phone out.

“Hello?” Valerie’s hoarse voice spoke through the phone, she has been crying since the pictures had come out. Nonstop tears keeps on spilling in her $2,600 worth of dress she wore.

She keeps on calling him but no answer, Shawn wasted their 3 years together and she’s not gonna waste more again no answer so she just decided to text him a message.

To: my canada 💞

Hey shawn are you there? I’ve been calling you the last 15 minutes? Are you good? i’m not gonna kept this message long. What happened to us? Did I do something wrong? I though im forever? Were forever? You know what, why did you tell me that you don’t want me anymore, its much easier than you doing this? You said that you’re just friends but I had enough. I can’t be with someone who has allegedly been dating his best friend behind my back. You said this song could be a hit, I believed in you. I hope you’re happy this is the last time that I will tell you this I love you. I love you too much to let go but this is the right thing to do. Focus on things that will make you happy and successful. xoxo

That week has been really painful to Valerie she thought all the things she should have accomplished if she wasn’t with him. She could have graduate, Shawn recently finished his tour in Europe of couse they will go to Italy as one of the places they set and Valerie has an Italian blood loved that country so much that Shawn begged Andrew to take Valerie on tour with him. Sadly, Valerie has to take online classes but it’s okay as long as she is with Shawn.

People in the internet has been taging Valerie a lot, a picture of Shawn and Camila at a diner a 4 ‘o’clock in the morning, him picking her up on her acting lessons. Basically doing what couples are supposedly doing. Shawn isn’t that open and that sweet when they were together. They looks so good.

Valerie remebers that she send Shawn a messege last week, and clearly Shawn is so busy with his lifestyle he didn’t even read it! That week was horrible, Valerie and Shawn lived in the same condo in Toronto and she practically lived in their house in Pickering.

Too bad Shawn fucked the 3 years up. Maybe it’s time for a break. So she packed her bag and zoomed off to the airport on the way to her birth land, basically soul searching. Hoping that at least she will have a good time.

Valerie and Shawn has a bucket list together, they didn’t even finished it. Actually Valerie knew that they aren’t gonna last forever, its either she And Shawn will broke up because of long distance or Shawn being bored at Valerie or Shawn finding someone new in tour, well technically he didn’t find new he just reunited with her.

Shawn’s definition of love is love isn’t something you should chase because then it isn’t real you just kinda let it happend and that exactly what happened to them.

Maybe that’s the reason.

Valerie then made a new bucket list for her to complete.

1. Buy myself a new mansion in Los Angles and sell my old one and donate the money

2. Ride an helicopter

3. Buy an island

4. Study hard! Even if it’s summer

5. LOVE YOURSELF

She didn’t feel making a long one, she will just add something of she want.

Valerie should have graduated college but then she was too focused on Shawn, good thing she didn’t have bad grades. So she shall study and make up for the time she lost.

Turns out Valerie needs to be in LA with her family for a grand opening of their new hotel, maybe she will travel next time, she already contacted her friend Bella Hadid, Bella’s father and her father are friends. Bella knew what Valerie is feeling, I mean the pictures are all over internet, so Bella invited her girlfriends and hoped that Valerie will have a good time.

the real angst is on the next part. also sorry if i disappointed someone in my writing.

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An Angel Among the Angels  (Part 4)

Shawn Mendes X Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 1,868

Warnings: Language, kinda-smutty, fluff, angst 

Description: Y/N is working behind the scenes at the VS Fashion Show, and Shawn has his sights set on her. She can’t believe he would even look her way, considering they’re literally surrounded by Angels. 

Not my GIF!

It was nearly 4 am when I asked him to stay with me. His hands grabbing at my waist while my fingers dove through his curly locks, tugging lightly. His lips attacking my neck, as I moaned into his ear which only seemed to make him more eager. Finally our bodies landed on the bed, his legs slotted between mine as I straddled him. He was sitting up against the head board of the bed, with his hands firm on my ass. They were pushing and pulling as my hips rocked back and forth on top of him. My body was ready for him to do whatever he pleased, and so was his. He was very ready. He slowly took my face in between his hands, softly pressing his lips against mine. My breathing caught in my throat as my movements slowed down, matching his vibe. Something was different. I smiled into our kiss, and he smiled back. 

“We should slow down, hm?” I giggled as I nuzzled into his neck.

He laughs quietly. 

“As much as I don’t want to, I think you’re right.” He mumbles kissing the shell of my ear as his fingers weave through my hair.

And that was that. It wasn’t that either of us didn’t want to take the next move, it was that we knew that the wait would be worth it. We sunk down into the mattress, pulling the white duvet over our bodies, drifting off to sleep in a matter of seconds.

It was 11:37 am and the sun was spilling through the window, lightly illuminating his face beside me. His arm was heavy, resting over my stomach as I laid on my back next to him. I gazed at him in awe for what felt like eternity, just the sight of him was enough to make the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. I was falling for him, I was falling hard and fast. How couldn’t I? He was doing everything right. He was everything I’ve ever thought about needing and wanting in a man, but it had only been a short period of time. At this point I didn’t care, I was ready to dive into him head first.

“Good morning, Honey.” He rasps from the side of me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The light from the window bouncing off of his eyes, creating the most beautiful brown hue I had ever seen.

“Morning.” I smile back at him.

He props his head up to look down at me by folding his arm and resting his head in hand. His other arm still over my stomach, his thumb now grazing lightly. A growl in my stomach making him widen his eyes at me.

“Someone’s hungry.” He laughs quietly, as he pats my stomach.

“Im starving.” I whine, jutting out my lower lip.

He starts to get out of bed, and I instantly start to miss the warmth of his body. Was it too soon to tell him that? To soon to tell him that I didn’t want to eat if it meant we had to leave this moment. It was like our lives were paused as we laid next to each other. Neither of us knowing what would happen next but it was okay, because we didn’t need to worry about it in this moment. I sighed watching him pull his hoodie over his head. Knowing that our moment was gone. If I don’t get up, I wonder if he’ll come lay back down.

I prop myself up against the pillows on the bed, watching him as he gets ready. He starts to make coffee using the coffee machine the room provided me. He glances over at me a few times, catching me watching him. He just smirks back at me. He likes that I’m watching him.

“What are you looking at punk?” He smirks at me as he pours his coffee into one of the cups they provided, his eyebrows raised high.

“Punk?! I’m just… admiring the view.” I say wiggling my eyebrows at him.

He lets out a silent laugh before crawling up my body and trapping me under both of his arms. He looks down at me before kissing my forehead. I look up at him  biting my lip, hoping to persuade him to come back to bed. He shakes his head taking a deep breath, before pulling me off of the bed. Damnit.

I got to my luggage and pull out a pair of black leggings and one of my t-shirts and go to the bathroom to change. Looking into the mirror, realizing I look like a crazy person. All of my baby hairs going wild, and last night’s mascara giving me a look similar to a racoon. I’m sure my breath was just fantastic too. I groaned as I started with my teeth then washed my face and tamed my hair. Finishing by throwing it up into a messy bun.

I finally join him as he looks at the menu for the hotel. His eyes finding mine as he makes grabby hands, silently telling me to sit on his lap. I giggle as I sit down on his huge thighs.

“Whatcha thinking?” He asks pushing the menu into my hands.

“Definitely something with Chocolate and maybe some fruit.” I say looking at the menu, gnawing at my lip. He laughs at me, deciding not to make fun of my childlike appetite this time.

“Why don’t we go to a restaurant?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck kissing just below his ear.

He moans as I continue to leave delicate kisses all along his jawline.

“Mm, well… if we get food here. We can do more of this…” He rasps, his right hand pulling one leg over his lap so that I was straddling him.

I giggle. “I guess you have a point.” I whisper into his ear just before running my tongue all along the shell of it. His hands gripping my ass tightly, kneading gently. His lips quickly attaching themselves to my neck, sucking softly to be sure he didn’t make marks on me. My stomach growling once again, reminding us of what we were doing before we got distracted.

He looks up at me and kisses me quickly before re-adjusting me on his lap. He grabs his phone and I watch him pull up his messages with the guy who showed us around the night before. He quickly texts him asking if there was any great restaurants with breakfast that deliver. The guy, which I find out his name is Marco, tells Shawn that he would be happy to pick breakfast up for us. I internally roll my eyes, Shawn really has the world at his fingertips. We tell him what kind of food we wanted and Marco insisted on making it happen. I wondered what Shawn had agreed to do for this man. We laid in bed for a while, talking about silly things. 

Cuddled close together, with the sunlight pouring into the room. I was squished into his left side with his arm wrapped around me pulling me close to him. He started to tell me about a guitar he bought when he was visiting L.A. He reaches into his hoodie pocket pulling out his phone to show me a picture of it. He starts to scroll through his photo album in his phone looking for the picture he had saved. As he’s looking a text from Andrew comes in and it sits at the top of the screen. My eyes quickly flash to it. My heart drops when I read the tiny bit before Shawn swipes it up and out of the view. My breathing quickens, and I dismiss myself to the bathroom. Shawn’s eyes are hard on me as he watches me go. I get to the bathroom and I look at myself to try calming down. The words rush through my mind a mile a minute.

‘Shawn you CAN NOT be seen with her.’

CAN NOT. Be seen. With… me?

Before I could even process what it could possibly mean, a light tapping was on the other side of the door.

“Honey? Can we talk about it.” He mumbles, his voice sounding shaky.

I look at myself in the mirror, trying to compose myself. I guess talking to him about it would be the easy thing to do. No assumptions, just truth. Why couldn’t he be seen with me?

I open the door the find him leaning against the wall opposite of the bathroom. His cheeks were a different color of red, was he embarrassed… ashamed?

I sit down on the bed and watch him as he sits on the chair across from me. His leg bouncing up and down hard as his fingers twirl the ring on his fingers. My eyebrows raising telling him to start explaining.

“He’s just looking out for me, Y/n.” He pleads, and my eyes squint and my head cocks to the side as I scoff at him.

“So, that’s why we ordered breakfast in. You cant be seen with me?” I argue.

“Believe me, you wouldn’t want us to be seen together.” He shakes his head trying to make a point.

“Oh, I’m so glad you know what I want. Thank you SO much for making that decision for me!” I yell at him sarcastically.

“I'm not deciding anything for you, I'm just saying that this world that I live in is different. You have to do things different. You know?” He was stuttering, he wasn’t prepared to talk about this.

“Yes, Shawn. I know I could never understand your world.” I scoff rolling my eyes at him.

“Y/n, I promise you are not ready to be seen with me.” He says softly. I bite my lip, to try to keep from crying.

I stared at him for a moment. Did I rush things with him? Is this just normal protocol for his hook-ups, charm the pants off of the girl? He didn’t want me, he never did. I’m probably just another notch in his bed post.

“No Shawn, I think you’re the one who isn’t ready.” I tell him quietly. He stands up and starts to walk closer when his phone starts to ring. He answers it, then tells me that Marco had arrived downstairs with our food. He stares at me waiting to see what my next move would be. I gnaw on my lip trying to figure out what I was going to do.

“Maybe you should go eat, I’m going to go walk around.” I say trying not to make eye contact with him, I know this will be harder if I do.

“Y/N, please, just come eat with me and let me explain more.” He stands at the entrance of my hotel room holding the door, his voice is broken.

“I need to think.” I say quietly before closing the door quickly. I catch a glimpse of his glossy, sorry eyes for just a moment. That was all it took to make the tears come.

This is why I didn’t want to leave the bed this morning. 

A/N: Hopefully tumblr decides to show this in the tags... but probably not. Please let me know what you think, and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

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[justaramblingromantic]

fail better

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou and Tsukasa Eishi/EiRin

Type: Canon-divergent AU, Post-series, Peerless-verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 2277

A/N #01: Ever read something so stupid that at the end of it all, you can almost literally feel the double negative ‘dislike’ interaction sign from The Sims forming right over your head? That was exactly my feeling after I read the nonsense that was chapter 296. Actually, my feeling was so strong it singlehandedly fueled my motivation to write this piece in one sitting, haha. What the effing heck, Tsukuda. 

A/N #02: Title derived by Samuel Beckett’s quote: “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”

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Hours after the conclusion of his round of the tournament, he was back in the still quiet of his hotel room, staring down at the empty text screen of his phone, wondering what to write to properly convey his conflicted feelings at the moment. He found himself stuck for the longest time, because the other person who had all but wrung a promise out of him for consistent updates of his progress would not appreciate it in the least if he was insincere or dishonest with her and, most importantly, himself.

And she would know intrinsically too, much to his chagrin.

He did not have to struggle futilely for the whole night, because as if aware of his mounting difficulties…or perhaps just plain exasperated with his indecisive dithering, the smart device in his hand vibrated impatiently with an incoming call, and the name that popped up on his Caller ID was both a comforting and sobering sight at the same time.

He picked up, of course. After a brief, hesitating pause. Mentally steeling himself, because it was…difficult not to be swept away by that surge of self-critical disappointment all over again.  

“…Hello.”

“Yo.”

In hindsight, he did not know what he was even feeling so anxious about. Just hearing that one word, just hearing that familiar voice filtered through the speaker from the other end, already possessed the miraculous effect of easing the stiff tension that had grown unbidden between his shoulders, bearing down on him like a heavy weight that entire day. He sighed her name.

“Rindou.”

There was some crinkling to be heard in ambient surroundings, as if she was snacking on something while on the phone with him at the same time. That casual familiarity soothed his nerves, because it was just like her to be so relaxed and comfortable around him. Before the conversation could lull and grow tense and awkward, she nonchalantly continued.

“I heard you got your ass handed to you today, Tsukasa~” his impish best friend all but singsonged.

Instead of feeling sorry and regretful over his loss, the woman actually sounded indecently gleeful instead. Even if he wanted to, it was hard to remain down in the doldrums when she was like this. He grew exasperated, remembering that sometimes she was the kind who liked to poke at people’s bruises, just to hear them yell.

“…You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” he deadpanned.

“Why should I?” she retorted between munches. “D’ya know how many texts I got this afternoon alone reporting your defeat to that Saiha dude? I practically received multiple blow-by-blow accounts, and they sent videos too; at least five different viewing angles of you getting your ass handed to you-”

Now, he was just plain mortified, never mind feeling sorry for himself.  

“What. Who texted you?” he demanded to know, flustered that she had to learn about it from other people instead of straight from him. His cheeks warmed in pique. “Why are people texting you anyway to tell you those things.”

“Yeah, I wonder why,” she replied in a tone that implied she didn’t even have to wonder at all. Their closeness wasn’t exactly a big secret to those who knew them in Tootsuki.

“Where are you now, anyway?” she changed the subject blithely. “Moping about in your room?”

“I’m not moping,” he spluttered in denial. Sure, he was feeling a bit morose and out of sorts, but that was because there was nothing to do since he no longer had to prepare for the next stage of the competition! Furthermore and strangely enough, his defeat today had not felt as crushingly overwhelming as that time in the aftermath of the Regiment Shokugeki. And more importantly- “Next time, wait patiently for my texts instead of listening to the gossips of other people.”

“Then text me quicker next time-”

A knock on the door had him distracted, and he got up to answer it, phone still cradled to his ear.

“-I thought you got so depressed you decided to commit seppuku with that long-assed nail file of yours. Hola~!”

He opened the door…and there she was, standing at the entrance, her digitally modulated reply abruptly becoming clear and distinct in real time. She was bright eyed and smirking at him,  just so irrepressibly buoyant it was as if she was a ray of sunshine herself.

Eishi blinked owlishly in surprise. “You are…here.” He quickly snapped out of his brief stupor. “Wait. What are you doing here?”

She brushed past him to get into his room. “Ta-da~ I came to offer my bosom for you to cry on, of course!”

He shut the door and turned to her, a funny look crossing his face, still half in disbelief…because she was supposed to be in Barcelona right now.

She looked like she had just stepped off a flight, and she had come bearing consolation gifts, too. “Look what I bought on the way here!” She swiveled to him and raised the plastic bags that she was holding. “Fried chicken and cheap beer are the best things to fix a broken heart!”

“My heart is not broken,” he retorted, nonplussed by her shining enthusiasm to bring light to his dark and tortured soul. “And will you put those drinks away; we’re still underaged.”

“Boo; you’re so straitlaced! What’s a bit of underaged drinking gonna do? We’d be twenty in a year or so, anyway! Live a little!”

And then she promptly proceeded to make a mess in his otherwise previously tidy accommodation. Her sneakers were kicked haphazardly aside, she dumped her bag unceremoniously on the floor in the middle of the room, and with whirlwind efficacy, she soon had the food and drinks laid out on the dressing table. Popping a crispy piece of chicken, deep fried to golden brown perfection, into her mouth, she pulled out a chilled can of beer from the six pack, bought right off a nearby conbini, cracked it open, brought it right to her lips and drank deep. She exhaled gustily with happiness, eyes squeezed shut with contentment, a look of comical satisfaction flitting across her rosy face.  

“Hell yeah, this is the best~!”

The redhead popped open another can of beer, and she pushed it to him. “Don’t just stand there! Come join me, dummy.”

Eishi was reluctant at first, but as she handed him the choicest bits of chicken on a paper plate and then started to dig into her own share with zeal, he realized belatedly that he was hungry, too. How she miraculously knew that he hadn’t had dinner yet was a mystery; he had been preoccupied and had somehow forgotten all about eating in the process. He took refreshing sips of ice-cold beer in between succulent bites of crisp, precisely battered chicken; she was right, there was a certain epicurean pleasure to be had from this combination. His mind was already automatically deconstructing the dish, gauging the type of ingredients and their exact quantity, speculating on the various steps of preparation, how hot the temperature of the frying oil had to be-

She snorted at his distracted demeanor as they dawdled over the meal. “You’re such a nerd, I swear.”  

He snapped out of his thoughts to stare at her. She snickered.

“Feel better now?”

He continued to stare.

“Wanna walk me through how your bout went?” Her golden eyes gleamed. “Or maybe I should tell you how I think it went as related to me by my secret sources?”

“No, thank you-”

He obligingly spilled, not wanting to hear of the embarrassing accounts as witnessed by whoever had spied on him for her. Besides, she was someone who actually appreciated the finer nuances of his cooking style and methodology, even when others would have been bored to tears by all that incredibly dry, technical talk. She paid rapt attention, her eyes trained unwaveringly on him as he spoke about the dish he came up with, and objectively as well of the one that had eventually defeated him.

Rindou was intrigued.

“Huh. Sounds like you had quite a bit of fun out there.”

International competitions like The Blue were really on another level altogether. She also wondered how they were able to dredge up so much crazy every year just to stuff into one event.  

“I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘fun,’” Eishi muttered under his breath.

There was an annoying soreness just lying under the skin and muscles of his chest, growing more and more aggravating as time passed after that battle with Saiba Asahi, and downright impossible to ignore however he tried. It was a gripping feeling that he had not experienced in quite a long time. It felt like a muted rage, a festering, humiliating wound in his heart that had been dealt by the hand of his opponent.

“He claimed my knife in light of my loss,” he finally admitted his shame.

It was now or never, and he refused to lie. Not to her. Never, to her.

For one moment, the air around her stilled.

And then her eyes glowed bright with fury.

For all that some people always said of his selfishness and arrogance, even he had never stooped so low as to steal the precious knives of another chef, their livelihood, the very source of their pride. Everything that he had, he had painstakingly squeezed out of his own talents, refusing to rely or even lean on the abilities of others, because there was simply no honor or pride to be had for that kind of tainted victory. But such distasteful practice was not entirely unheard of, nor was it illegal or wrong. Life in the kitchen could be cutthroat and fast paced where all sorts of characters lurked; those who could not take the heat simply had no place there, regardless of how good or skilled they were.

Then again, Tsukasa had never been the kind to break easily.

“What an unpleasant punk,” Rindou uttered flatly, stiffly.

He said nothing to that, but somehow, he felt lighter, because here she was, absolutely furious on his behalf.

“Which blade did he take?”

He knew she was going to laugh. “…The one…you nicknamed ‘the long-assed nail file,’” he responded slowly, after a reluctant pause.

He was absolutely right; she snort-giggled into her beer. That heavy tension in the atmosphere promptly dissolved, and miraculously along with it, his paralyzing sense of disgrace. “Pffft. Of all the- That one?? Eh, I s’pose there’s really no accounting for taste, is there?”

Eishi sent her a disgruntled look, visibly put out by her reaction. “Enough, you. I actually liked that blade.”  

She relaxed at his mild censure. He was calmer now, less tense, less brittle. In turn, that pleased her, too. She took another sip of her beer, already on her second can.

“So make an even better one, then. In the first place, you haven’t even fully developed that technique yet with how recently you came up with it,” she pointed out.

He drank to that, too. “I intend to.” There was a firmness in his quiet reply, an unshakable resolve that hardened his usually distant, lavender gaze, as he retreated to a place within himself that would not allow him to give up until he had achieved what he sought to.

She eyed him silently over the rim of her drink. That look of relentless, dogged determination was something that she hadn’t seen on him for a long time.

“…You really are having fun with this,” she observed once more with insistence, her lips twitching up in a delighted smile.

“It’s not fun,” he promptly corrected her. “It’s…frustrating.”

“But at least it’s not boring anymore, right?” She nudged him knowingly. He sighed and looked down at her plainly amused expression. She wasn’t going to give up until he admitted it, was she? He really did not know how she did it; there was not one word of consolation offered over his defeat, but still she made him feel so much better, all the same.

“…No. It’s not boring anymore,” he acknowledged. He was simmering, seething quietly beneath that deceptively calm, tranquil façade of his. “I actually feel…quite displeased,” he admitted, frowning slightly and looking quite out of sorts with himself.

She snorted, once again, at the understatement. He was really terrible at expressing anger. She reached up and petted his head for trying his best, all the same. “There, there. Let it all out. You want Rindou onee-chan to give you a hug too? Not to blow my own trumpet, but my hugs are seriously the best.”

He stared at her shamelessly bragging. Or maybe not, since he knew from experience that her hugs were seriously the best indeed, as advertised.

“Okay,” he agreed readily to her half joking offer. Perhaps it was the beer that relaxed his inhibitions, for he briefly studied her where she was sitting beside him, and then, without hesitation, he reached out, grabbed her around her middle, and half tugged, half lifted her onto his lap. She paused in surprise at his spontaneity, but before anything else could be said, he folded his arms around her and gently nested her against himself. He pressed his face into crimson fragrance of her hair and inhaled, sighing at her warmth and softness.

“…I’m glad you came,” he told her truthfully. It made him feel sleepy too, tension dissipating, and weariness rushing to the forefront in the face of this simple, reassuring contentment that was Rindou.  

Her gaze softened. Her arms curled lazily around him in return, and she snuggled up to her best friend.

“Mm. You worked hard today, Tsukasa. Well done-”

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#Shokugeki no Soma #Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #Tsukasa Eishi #Kobayashi Rindou #EiRin #EiRin: Peerless AU #freestyle #my fics

[kweebtrash]

FMN (M)

Pairing(s): Kino, Hongseok, E’Dawn, Hui x Reader. This one is Hui focused

Genre: SMUT AF, College AU, little fluffy

Summary: Sexual Liberation Pt 10. First person POV, heavy characterization of reader. just a bunch of smutty goodness in college.

Warnings: there’s a lot of sex over the course of the series. In this chapter, Hui’s voice literally being the bane of my existence, deep feelings, anal (of course), creampies, being pinning down to the bed, teasing, silk ties gripping the sheets

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: I flipflop between stage names and real names. Sometimes the formatting can be weird between mobile and desktop:/ Italics mean memories/past events and thoughts. I missed Hui a lot but I have no idea why this chapter was so hard to write. honestly just tell me it sucks im so sorry

Sexual Liberation Masterlist

Ficspiration:

“FMN” Jr Castro Ft Timbaland

“Swim Good.” Hui ft. Somin

A lump appeared in my throat when I saw him. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed across his chest and brows furrowed into an angry scowl. He was dressed as the Crow, his hair returning to it’s darker blue black color, face painted in black and white. A long black trench coat dusted across his combat boots and tight leather pants encased his thighs. He was still gorgeous even though he looked like he could kill me in an instant. I knew that this situation was grave. I hadn’t expected to sleep with Hongseok and I definitely never expected anyone to find out about it-at least not this way. Now I was forced to face Kino and remember the amazing night we had just a week ago. My body tensed as he spoke first.

“You missed a spot.” He growled and pointed to my neck. My eyes widened and I quickly realized he meant that I hadn’t completely gotten rid of the evidence of Hongseok’s orgasm. I wiped it away quickly and fumbled with my fingers.

“Um...hey.” It was all I could think to say at the time. I didn’t meet his eyes and instead looked over at the dresser.

“You fucked Hongseok.” He stated, flatly.

I swallowed hard and shifted my gaze back down to my feet. He was making me feel ashamed. Like I somehow should’ve never gone near Hongseok. He sounded so mad...Were his feelings hurt?  I didn’t want to do that to him, especially after I realized that I felt something deeper for him. But also we weren’t tied down together just yet. He wasn’t my boyfriend and we still had an agreement that we could be with anyone. Why was he so angry about Hongseok? “I can fuck whoever I want. I mean I fuck Hui and Hyojong so what does it matter about Hongseok?”

“Because Hui-hyung and Hyojong- hyung are just fucks. Hongseok is different.”

“Different how exactly? We’ve only had sex once and that’s all.”

“You know exactly how. I can see it in your eyes.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but I don’t like your attitude.” I grabbed my heels and rolled my eyes. “You haven’t even spoken to me since the day we all hung out in the rec room. Not one text or snap or video call. Nothing. Now you’re barging in here being pissed that I slept with Hongseok? Please.” I went towards the door trying to leave but Kino pushed me against it, his hands teasing pressure against my neck.

“Answer me this, do you want him?”

I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to his hands on me. I was still sensitive to everything that Hongseok had done to me just a bit ago. I felt my skin heat up instantly but I willed myself to concentrate, my anger overcoming the hurdle of my passionate emotions. “Is that really what you want to know? So you can win your jealousy ridden pissing contest?!”

“I’m not jealous!” He yelled. “Just tell me if you want to be with him or not!”

I grabbed his hair and yanked back hard, pushing him away from me. He bit his lip as an angry groan left him. “I don’t have to tell you shit! We have an agreement. No strings attached. And now you’re upset because I had sex with someone else? What kind of sense does that make?”

He scoffed and completely dodged my question. “Fine! You know what, if you want to fuck him, that’s fine. Go ahead and fuck him. It doesn’t matter to me. You can be with him for all I care too because i’m done with you.”

My eyes widened at his sudden exclamation. “D-done? You mean…” I looked away from him blinking back tears. I definitely didn’t want him to see me cry over this and i definitely didn’t want him to see through the facade I created about not caring about his feelings. I cared about him, way too much in fact, but he didn’t seem like he really wanted to be with me which is why this whole thing was so strange. Sure we had some intimate moments but we went on and continued as if nothing had happened. That was until he started slamming doors and acting jealous for no reason.

He shifted his weight and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Y-yeah...We’re done.” His voice seemed a little quieter now.

I swallowed back my feelings and filled myself with fake pride. “Fine! I have other people to be with. You’re nothing special to me.” The words felt like they burned my tongue as soon as I said them. The look on his face showed something akin to heartache before shifting into his usual scowl. Maybe he was trying to keep up a facade too but right now I couldn’t even stand to be around him. I pushed my hair back and grabbed the door handle, taking a deep breath before running out of the room and the apartment. I didn’t stop until I reached my car, pulling myself into it and slamming the door behind me. God I fucking hated him. What difference did it make that I hooked up with Hongseok? At least Hongseok cared about how I felt during and after sex. He was just being so aggressively stupid I wanted to scream. And on top of all that it hurt...it hurt so fucking bad that he didn’t want anything to do with me.

I pressed my forehead to my steering wheel and let the hot tears run down my face, streaking through my makeup. My body was shuddering from the intensity of my tears, my whole chest feeling constricted into a knot. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my window which made me jump up. I looked up and saw Hui standing outside my car. He beckoned for me to open the door and I did, not saying a word. He seemed to except my solemn silence and instead opened his arms for me. I got up quickly and threw myself into his chest heaving the entirety of my feelings onto him. My breath hiccuped and stalled every once in awhile and he rubbed my back slowly, patiently waiting for me to calm down. I was shivering against him since I was still in my makeshift “costume”. He pulled away from me gently and kissed my forehead. “Come on. Let me take you home.” I nodded quickly and let Hui guide me over to the passenger’s seat. I gave him my keys before getting into the seat and curling up immediately. Just being in my car now had my skin crawling as I remembered the night I spent with Kino. Hui closed my door and got into the driver’s seat. I hoped that he wouldn’t go the speed limit so I could get out of the car quicker. The ride was silent, almost painfully so but it went faster than I expected. He parked in my usual lot and we got to his dorm in no time flat. As soon as i was in his room i took off every piece of clothing I had on. I collapsed onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow and forcing myself not to cry anymore.

Hui joined me a few moments later, his clothes discarded by mine. His arm pulled me closer to him until we were laying on our sides face to face. My heart sunk even more. The sight of Hui taking caring me was one I knew all too well. It created a pit in the recesses of my stomach. A question surfaced on my tongue spilling out before I knew it. “Why do you always take care of me?”

He chuckled lightheartedly. “Why do I always take care of you? Is that even a question? Because I care about you.” He set his hand on top of mine and I held it.

“Yeah but...you’re so patient and loving. Why the hell do you even put up with me?”

“Well you’re definitely a pain in the ass but the pussy’s good so..”

“Hui!”

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” He laughed again. “Well partially. You know I love your ass more.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled the covers up over us. “I’m well aware, Hwitaek.”

“Ouch, don’t full name me. You only do that when I’m in trouble. I’m not in trouble, am I?”

I shook my head. “The opposite. I don’t know if it’s because i’m pretty vulnerable right now or because i’m a glutton for punishment, but you’re making my heart do some strange things.”

“You always make my heart do strange things.” He leaned in closer to me, pausing momentarily above my lips. He wasn’t trying to take advantage of what I had been through. Instead, he wanted me to let him know it was all okay. And I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him slowly, a mixture of sadness and comfort. His hands rubbed my hips gently, occasionally sliding up to the small of my back. My stomach was against his now and his kisses left my lips to trail across my shoulder and collarbone. He fell into a soft rhythm of tender kisses, decorating my body with heated trails. I sighed softly, sliding my fingers through his hair and petting him gently. He leaned into my touches like a kitten, wanting more. I smiled and brought his head to my chest giving his scalp light scratches. Hui sighed and laid comfortably against me, the room quieting to the stillness of our breathing. How could I have ignored him? How could I have been so wrapped up in everyone else that I had forgotten about him? Yet here he was with me, in my arms, with probably just as many thoughts that I was having but never questioning me. I wondered if he was okay with letting me sort out my feelings amidst everything that was going on. My hand trailed down his back, tracing his spine as he fell into the early stages of sleep. I laid awake for most of the night wondering what the hell I was going to do with myself.

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When i woke up Hui was gone. His keycard was left beside me and a text on my phone told me he had a shift at the cafe in the student center. He’d be gone for hours and wouldn’t be home until late. That was fine by me. I was already scheming up a plan to treat him. He deserved as much as I could give him and more. It took me about twenty minutes to will myself out of bed but I got there eventually. My hips were still sore, my heart still heavy, but i was determined to at least try and make today better than the last. I would put everything that happened with Kino out of my mind and focus on Hui. I went to his closet and stole another one of his hoodies (I’m sure he’d be looking for them soon. I had about 3 in my closet right now) and found some sweatpants he had in his hamper. Whatever. I just needed to walk to my dorm in normal clothes instead of the lingerie from my costume. I put the keycard in my pocket and gathered up my costume before peeking my head out. The tv was on in the living room and i mentally cursed. I didn’t really want to run into Hongseok or Kino right now. Quietly I tiptoed out of Hui’s room and crept towards the front door. I could see feet hanging off of the armrest of the sofa but no sign of who it was. My hand rested on the handle of the front door and i twisted it as slowly as possible, keeping my eye on the couch. Suddenly I heard my name from down the hall. Hongseok was staring right at me and Kino sat up quickly from the couch. I looked at Hongseok, then at Kino, then Hongseok, then at Kino who both stared back at me. I swung open the front door and fucking booked it. Shit, shit shit! Gotta go fast!

It wouldn’t be a day in my life if I didn’t run away from my problems. One day I would face those problems head on, but not today, Satan, not today. I managed to get to my dorm in record time. My roommate wasn’t there. It was still early enough for her to be at church singing the god’s good gospel while I went to the back of my closet and got out my box of sex toys. I dug through the stuff Hyojong brought me, pushing them aside until I found all my anal accoutrements. I sighed deeply. The things I did for Hui.

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It was around 10 pm when I texted Hui to see if he had come home from work yet and if i could come over. He responded fairly quickly and I was off to meet him at the dorm, my overnight bag in tow. I still had his keycard from earlier and I prayed that I didn’t have the same problem of running into Hongseok and Kino again. I really hated that they all freakin’ lived together. As if me fucking them all wasn’t enough. I unlocked the door and looked around. The coast seemed to be clear and I could hear Hui recording in his room. I bit my lip as I heard the slow, sensual tempo coupled with his signature falsetto that always made me weak. I loved listening to him sing. His voice did so many things to my mind, body, and soul. Those high notes always had me weak in the knees. I stood by his door for a moment, ears pressed against the wood as his voice crashed over me like a wave, every note caressing my skin and filling it with a passionate heat.

I dont know…

Make you mine...

My heart was beating faster, my thighs losing all of their ability to keep me grounded. I raised my hand to rasp softly on the door but froze as I heard when I heard that line again.

I’ll just make you mine…

I bit my lip and swallowed hard, finally knocking on the door. The music stopped and Hui opened the door, smiling at me. “Hey,” He kissed my forehead. “Why'd you want to come over?”

“Oh, i need a reason to come over now? I cant just hang out with you?” I teased him as i slipped inside and sat my bag on the floor.

“You know that's not what i meant, babe.”

“Oohh i'm babe today.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. He smiled down at me briefly until he saw what i had on.

“Did you steal another hoodie from me….”

I stood quiet for a moment. “Noooooo….”

“UGHHH you always take them! Give it back! I don't even have any left in my closet!”

“i just had to wear something to get to my dorm! But if you want it back so bad, fine.” I pulled his hoodie over my head and handed it over to him. His head cocked to the side and he stared at my bare chest, presumably entranced at the fact that i wasn’t wearing anything underneath the sweater. “Hui….” I snapped my fingers at him and his eyes trailed back to mine.

“Hmm?”

“Don't act like such a 12 year old boy. You've seen my tits before. They're there. Being boobs.”

“I still like them! And i still like seeing them! But youre not getting this back.” He went to his closet and set his hoodie on a hanger while i peaked over at his computer.

“I heard some of this outside the door. It sounded amazing.” I looked back at him. “Will you sing some for me?”

“Sure….Do you wanna stay like that?” He motioned at my naked torso.

“Do you want me to stay like this?”

“i'm just saying. It's cold so...you know...but i mean if you want you can just stay like that...being...there….being hot.”

“Why, Lee Hwitaek! If i didn't know better i'd say you were flirting with me!” I said in my best fake southern belle voice.

He laughed as he sat down in his desk chair. “You're an idiot.”

“Yes, but i'm your idiot. Now sing for me.”

“Okay, okay!” He hit play on his computer and got closer to the microphone. He closed his eyes and surrounded me with his sultry voice again. I stayed behind him watching his every move as he poured himself into the song like he always did. It was one of the most sexiest things he could do. My fingers drummed softly across his shoulders, rubbing them for a moment before sliding down his chest. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat for a second before resuming his singing. I smirked just a bit from watching him get heated under my touch. I continued distracting him with caresses across his chest, trailing up to his neck. His head tilted back slowly and i slipped the silk tie i had nestled in my pocket over his eyes, tying it behind his head.

“So that's why you wanted to come over.” he smirked.

“You know i can leave right now, Hui.”

“Noooo,” He whined softly. “Stay. We haven't had any time to just ourselves in awhile.”

“I know baby.” i kissed him gently. “And i'm sorry about that. I felt so bad so I planned this all to treat you.”

His cheeks were burning pink. “R-really?

I moved to the front of the seat, dipping between his knees. Of course he couldn't see any of this but that was the point. I wanted to thrill him and make every single move a surprise, filling him with anticipation. I pushed his knees apart gently and he reached forward to pet my hair. I grabbed his wrist and forced his hand to the chair. “Hwitaek, behave for me.”

He licked those gorgeous full lips of his, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth. Sonuvabitch. Every single time any one of my boys did that i was instantly begging for them to fuck me. I hated it. But Hui wasnt doing it intentionally(this time). I could tell he was already easing into the feeling of me touching him, wondering what I was going to do to him next. My hands trailed up his thighs that were still trapped in his work pants. The faint scent of coffee and whipped cream still lingered on him making him smell so sweet. My fingers went to work on unbuttoning his pants, trailing the zipper down in an anguishing tease. Hui was already pushing his hips forward encouraging me to take him on. Of course i ignored him and instead focused my attention on kissing around his abs, my tongue following the path of his happy trail before veering to his hip bone. His hip bone was one of his favorite places that I left marks on. The feel of his clothes pressing against the sensitive area after i had marked my territory had him leaving class early and begging to come find me all last semester.

The first kiss i landed made his hips twitch and his fingers gripped the sides of the chair tighter. I could almost hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears. I kissed the spot again while my hand worked the center of his jeans, rubbing in time with each lick and kiss. He was hardening with each pass of my fingers, increasing the length they had to travel each time. I looked up and i could see his head tossed back and he was trying so hard not to moan out loud. His moans were always enough to make Kino or Hyojong bang against the wall when they were trying to get some sleep. There were also plenty of times where his moans got us in trouble and suddenly there were 4 people in a tiny twin size bed flowing with a rotation of fucking. My lips smirked at the memories, the times before where everything was easier and my heart didnt flutter every time one of them came near me.

“Pl-please…”

My ears instantly grabbed onto his plead, letting it flow through my body. My teeth sunk into his skin and i sucked deeply, pulling a loud groan from him. I slipped him out of the confines of his briefs, his thickness laying against his stomach, already begging for more attention. I swirled my finger around the perimeter of his head, my nail tenderly scratching the sensitive skin ever so slightly. “Is all this for me?” I whispered against his freshly bitten skin of his hip.

He nodded quickly being on his best behavior so I could treat him more. I kissed the marks on his hip before shifting my focus to his cock. I licked up the length of his shaft slowly, savoring the way he felt on my tongue. I flicked my tongue against his head before repeating my motions. He was already trying to press against my lips and encourage me to take more of him into my mouth. I gripped his base firmly, letting him know that I was in control, and steadied his hips before kissing his tip. His breath was already beginning to become ragged, morphing into the occasional moans that accompanied me slipping him into my warm mouth. I bobbed my head slowly, working his shift and swirling my tongue around his veins. Inch by inch I swallowed down more of him, almost filling my throat completely with his cock. I looked up at him, loving the way he looked so wrapped up in pleasure. I pulled away with a quick pop, licking my lips and swallowing back the taste of his pre cum. “That’s only just the beginning, Hui.”

“You’re killing me.” He panted. I smirked and kicked off my shoes before sliding down his sweatpants that I was still wearing. I had a much bigger surprise for him planned but for now I straddled his hips, hovering just above his cock and pressing myself against him. Slowly, i rocked my hips, dragging the slick center of my panties up the length of his shaft. Hui’s head dropped forwards onto my chest as he released a soft string of curses. I tilted his head to the side and took the opportunity to capture his neck in slow kisses, sucking on his adam's apple and adding small bites wherever i wanted. Each of his breaths were coming in faster now as his hips rolled to meet mine. The tip of his cock grazed against my clit with each pass making me shudder. The lace between us added the slightest bit of friction which only increased the pleasure of our slow grinding. Our moans and soft pants mixed together creating our own music. Hui's hands rose from the side of the chair and slid across the expanse of my thighs, rubbing small circles into my skin. “Fuck, youre so wet already…” He whispered.

I licked his lips slowly, pulling away every time he tried to deepen it into a kiss. “That’s what happens when you sing for me, baby.”

“I want more...please?”

I rose my hips a little bit and focused my attention on sliding just the very tip of his cock against my slick folds, sinking down ever so slightly when he met my entrance. His grip on my thighs mimicked what he had on the chair just a few moments ago, his nails digging into my skin as his knuckles edged into a bright white. “Hwitaek,” I reprimanded. ‘You weren’t supposed to let go of the chair. If you're going to be like this then ill stop.”

He shook his head quickly. “No...no please. I just…” He pulled me closer to him, pressing hot open mouth kisses along my torso, making stops to suck on my nipples and bite the swell of my breasts. “I need you.”

I finally allowed him the pleasure of a kiss before sliding off of him. “Ok, ok,” I smiled. “I guess i've teased you long enough.” I grabbed him by his hand and pulled him up from the chair. He followed me easily to the bed and i made quick work of removing all his clothes. I saved the silk tie for last, untying it and tossing it onto the bed. He blinked a few times, his eyes readjusting to the the dim light of his room before he caught sight of me crawling into the bed, my ass on full display. My lace heart cut out panties accented the shape of my ass and gave him perfect view of the pink gem plug i had nestled inside me. I looked back at him and smirked. “Do you like it?”

His jaw was hanging and it took him a long time to stop staring but when he did he practically jumped onto me, cupping my face in his hands and pulling me into a deep kiss. “God, I love you.” My entire world stopped, my mind warping into a permanent replay of what I just heard. My heart was skipping beats and I could barely keep up. Every time i tried to say anything my mouth was overwhelmed by the hot wave of his tongue against mine. My hands sought refuge on his shoulders pushing him away gently.

“H-hui…” I said, breathlessly.

He looked down at me and pushed my hair back gently. My face felt like it was on fire after hearing those words and especially seeing the look he was giving me. I couldn't help but cover my face and try and hide from him. He laughed, a laugh like warm honey, and pulled my hands away. “What are you hiding for?”

“You...you said…”

He just smiled at me and continued the parade of kisses against my lips. I eventually relaxed under his touches and let him take over. I laid back against the bed and watched as the panties were slowly eased off my body and tossed to the floor. My legs fell open welcoming Hui to lower himself between them. His warm lips decorated my thighs in sweet kisses while his fingers hooked around the base of the plug. Little by little he pulled it out slowly, my body encouraging it to release. I heard a deep hum of approval from Hui before his tongue found itself deep inside me. I raised my hips just a bit so he had easier access between my cheeks which were spread open by his thumbs. My eyes fluttered closed and i sighed softly focusing entirely on the way he was making my body. My heart was racing, his name staining my lips over and over. His heated hands rubbed across my cheeks, sweeping up towards my hips which he clutched tight. My fingers tangled themselves in his soft hair edging him closer and deeper within me while my free hand rested on his, our fingers sliding together instantly. I felt him pull away which earned him an annoyed whine, especially since I was begging for him to tongue me deeper. “Huiiii…”

He shifted back onto his knees and secured his arms around my back, easily lifting me to sit on his lap. I gasped and smiled down at him from my new found angle, tilting his head up so I could melt into his lips. I felt his hand ease itself between us, guiding himself to my eager entrance. I sunk down easily, biting down on his lip and tugging as i felt his entire length fill me. I pressed my hand on his chest, steadying myself as I began to roll my hips, a slow rhythm of pulling out and sinking back down onto him. He kept a firm grip on my lower back, guiding me to where we both felt the most pleasure. His other hand pushed my hair out of my face, a chunk wrapped in his fist as he pulled my head to the side. I expected him to kiss my neck but instead he whispered against my jugular. My skin held the whispers he uttered about anything and everything he wanted to do to me and all i could do was become a mewling mess under his kiss, his touch, his words. He landed a kiss that was wrapped in a smirk against my neck, the pleasure of hearing me moan his name increasing the friction between us. His lips trailed lower to wrap around my breast, sucking deeply and hungrily as his hips pressed into mine. He felt so good deep inside me. It was like he was making an electrifying heat pool in the pit of my stomach.

My hand crept up to cup the back of his head, keeping him tight against my chest, loving the way his tongue teased my nipple. His hips were bucking faster than my slow rolls making my walls clench tight around his girth. His hand left my hair and instead slipped between my cheeks. He didn’t waste time plunging two fingers into my already gaped rim. My mind floated back to the first time we were got together in the piano room. “Hmm, this seems familiar.” I panted and chuckled softly.

He nodded against my chest, thrusting his fingers at the same speed of his hips. “I loved watching you. I still do. All you need is that cute school girl skirt. Fuck…” I could tell he was holding back by the way he was throbbing inside me. He was saving the best for last but he always worked me up first before even thinking of plowing into my ass. I wanted him to have exactly what he wanted. “Fuck me now, Hui. The way you want to.” He pulled away from my chest and slowed his hips, easing me off him. His cock glistened with a mixture of our cum making him perfectly slick. I turned onto my hands and knees and I dipped my back low, my stomach pressing into the mattress with my ass raised high. He was on me instantly practically mounting me. I reached back and spread my cheeks wide allowing him a perfect view of my hole. Hui kept a his hand firm against my lower back as his cock slid against my gape, spreading our cum over me before easing his head into it. My eyes fluttered closed and I bit down on my lip, keeping my moan trapped. He was already stretching me further than the plug did. It was driving me insane. Little by little every bit of him sunk into me and he rested there for a moment, allowing my prestretched walls to adjust. He bent over my body trailing wet kisses down my spine, the room filling with the soft sounds of us panting. I spread my knees a little wider welcoming him to start moving. The first thrust was small and tentative. Even though we had done this plenty of times before he always took pride in making sure i felt nothing but pleasure. I could feel the pressure deep within my stomach. My body reacted instantly and i was pushing back against him in no time.

Hui moved his hand to grip the back of my neck, pinning me to the bed. I couldn’t move under him but it made everything that much more intense. His thrusts were slow and rough, the sound of his skin slapping against mine echoed in my ears almost blocking out the way my heart was thundering. My teeth forwent my bottom lip and instead found their new home buried deep in Hui's pillow. All my sounds were muffled but he could still hear every moan and scream i made. I could feel his eyes on me, watching the way he slid in and out of my ass which wrapped around him so perfectly. My walls were clenching around him, welcoming his swollen member and his impending orgasm. Just thinking about him cumming inside me had my thighs quaking and threatening to collapse under me. His free hand wrapped around my waist, pressing against my stomach, feeling the head of his cock pressing into my walls. My hand clutched desperately at the sheets clenching them in my fist. My other hand slid between my legs and i pushed several fingers inside myself, greedily wanting to feel even more pleasure.

My hair clung to my sweat drenched face, my teeth practically ripping at the pillowcase. I could feel myself on the brink of an orgasm. I was rocking faster. Harder. Screaming for my release. Hui's grip on the back of my neck tightened as my name spilled from him, mixed in with curses and pet names. I looked back at him through the strands of hair that were sticking to me. His eyes were closed, mouth torn between moans and screams of passion. I pressed my ass flush against his hips making sure he could fill me completely. I slid my fingers out from within me, trailing them up my folds and concentrating rough circles on my clit. Hui swelled inside me and my entire being shuddered as I was filled with an intense heat. A wave of ecstasy hit me hard and i screamed into the pillow. My body tried to contain all of Hui’s cum but i could feel it already spilling out of me. “Fuck Hui…” I groaned into the pillow. My legs gave out of me and i collapsed onto the bed with Hui’s thrusts slowing to a languid roll. He braced himself on his arms so he wouldn’t crush me. His cum trickled down between my folds and I couldn’t help but lick my lips, a devilish smile crossing my lips. I gathered some of his cum on my fingers and swirled it around my clit before diving into my entrance again. Hui pulled my hand away and lowered himself to whisper against my ear.

“Youre being bad.”

I turned my head quickly and captured him in a deep kiss, sucking on his lips and tongue greedily. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

“Mhmm…” He moaned against my lips. “You are seriously the best.”

“I'm glad you liked your surprise.” I eased myself onto my side, allowing Hui to spoon me instantly. He kept himself buried deep inside my ass and I welcomed it, feeling comforted by having him there. He bought my cum slicked fingers to his lips and trailed his tongue across them, swallowing down our taste.

“We taste so good together.” He moaned before morphing our hands together. He buried his face between my neck and shoulder, planting warm kisses against my neck. I pulled the covers up over us and settled into our familiar position of comfort. “Did you mean it?” i asked softly.

He nuzzled my neck, muffling his response. “Mean what?”

“What you said...earlier. Or were you just caught up in the moment?” Saying the latter out loud made my heart feel heavy.

“That I love you?” My heart skipped a beat again. The way he said it so casually still blew my mind.

“Yeah...that. That's um...i've never had anyone say that to me before.”

He sighed and leaned away from me a bit. “It's complicated.”

“Boy, youre fucking telling me. Christ on a cross.” I sighed, comforted by the fact that we were both in the same position emotionally.

“I didn't really mean to say it but i also don't like...not mean it? I really do care about you. And i definitely have feelings for you. But i know that you may not want to be with me.”

“What? Hui, thats not true at all. I want to be with you. In fact i want to be with a lot of people and that's why i've basically fucked everything up. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not at all.”

“You're not the only one. We contributed to it too. So we're all dumbasses here. Just take your time with it. I'm patient. I want you to be sure of your feelings above everything else.”

I groaned and pulled him close to me. “I hate when you say those things to me. You're so perfect.”

He chucked and squeezed me tight to him. “Barely. But if it gets me some boyfriend points then by all means keep saying it.” He kissed my cheek and laid his head back on the pillow. “By the way you're not borrowing my hoodie tomorrow.”

“I'll have you know i brought my own clothes this time. I came prepared. Im still gonna steal your hoodie though.”

“I'm going to get a safe and lock them up. You're like a dragon with a hoard.” he yawned then fell into a softer sigh. I could tell he was trying to stay up just to banter with me and protect the dignity of his hoodie. But he was definitely not going to win this one. I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and smiled.

“Go to sleep, Hui. I'm not going anywhere.” I closed my eyes and stayed wrapped up in his warmth not even paying attention to my phone vibrating at the bottom of my bag.

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[soybeansoyul]

MILK ; 牛奶 | JINHWI

pairings: bae jinyoung x lee daehwi, mentioned minhwan and ongniel

summary: the words tattooed on your arm are the first words your soulmate will say to you. or ; daehwi grows up to be a police officer. or ; every human being is born with white blood.

warnings: violence, murder, coarse language

“stop being so salty, daehwi. you're gonna find him one day." jihoon rolls his eyes.

"my soulmate is a loser who's gonna ask me 'have you seen my packet of milk?' are you serious?" daehwi scoffs while woojin bursts into laughter.

"anyway. the new student is gorgeous. daehwi, you're really lucky to be sitting next to him." samuel pipes up while sipping on his apple juice.

"bae jinyoung, right? he's so pretty," seonho adds on, and the two high-five.

"he hasn't even said anything to me yet." daehwi comments, and goes back to slurping down his noodles.

a month goes by, and jinyoung has yet to utter a single word to daehwi. but daehwi couldn't care less today, especially after what happened at assembly.

"everybody, we are deeply saddened by the murder of our student im youngmin. may he rest in peace." the principal's words linger in his head.

daehwi can't even believe it - his childhood friend was gone, just like that. he knew that there were many murder cases in this town, but he never expected his dear friend to be a victim.

the day youngmin's death was announced, was the day daehwi decided he wants to be a police officer when he grows up.

daehwi's in class while waiting for lunch to be over. he came back to class earlier today, since he had to rush his incomplete homework. it’s been 2 months, yet he hasn’t spoken with his new seatmate at all.

he's desperately trying to recall formulas for the physics worksheet in front of him when he feels a tap on his shoulder. he turns to face jinyoung.

"did you see my packet of milk?"

it can't be.

daehwi nearly falls off his chair and lifts up his sleeve. his tattoo matched whatever jinyoung had just asked, word for word. he gulps.

"sorry, i haven't."

this time, jinyoung's mouth drops open, and he looks down at his own arm. "are, are you my,"

daehwi leans in closer to jinyoung and lets him have a look at his arm. jinyoung shows him his own, too.

they're at a party hosted by seongwoo to celebrate their exams being over. "yeah, jinyoung, 6 months ago, daehwi was complaining about how his soulmate was going to ask him about a packet of milk," woojin grins. "he was so annoyed by it!" daehwi flicks woojin's forehead. while jinyoung simply chuckles and presses a kiss onto daehwi's forehead.

daehwi has never seen his boyfriend cry.

not until today, when hyunbin's murder was reported on the news.

"oh my gosh. jinyoung. so many people have been killed," daehwi groans. "someone else just died."

"it's getting fucking scary," jinyoung's lips begin to curve downwards, his nose and eyes beginning to sting. "it's making me scared to even leave the house."

daehwi sighs, leaning onto his boyfriend's chest and wiping his tears away. "it's been 2 years since youngmin was murdered. and now hyunbin and 7 other people have been, too." he sighs. "jinyoung, i'm worried and scared at the same time. who even is this heartless to murder so many people?"

"once you become a cop, you'll help fight for justice, right?" jinyoung croaks. "you'll catch that asshole who's been killing everyone, right?" daehwi hums in response.

"i can't believe hyunbin is gone. i barely knew youngmin, too." jinyoung cries, while daehwi tears up.

daehwi breathes deeply as they fall asleep in each other's arms.

5 YEARS LATER.

"this murderer is very, very dangerous. it's suspected that they're responsible for im youngmin, kwon hyunbin, kim chungha, choi yoojung, jung sewoon and many other's deaths as well." minhyun, the head of department speaks. "it's believed their blood is black. since they did allegedly commit so many crimes, it would make sense.”

"we need to catch them as fast as we can. it's been about 9 years, and they're still at large." dongho adds, and everyone agrees. "for now, they are believed to be living in this neighborhood," he says as he points to an area on the map. "the murderer is believed to be a male, especially with the amount of strength they possess. however, this cannot be comfirmed yet."

daehwi heads home with heavy footsteps. it's around 12 in the morning, and he sees jinyoung on the couch, eating ramen.

"hey," jinyoung starts, giving his husband a quick peck.

"hi, hyung."

"you're tired, aren't you?"

"of course. guess what, the murderer supposedly lives in our neighborhood."

jinyoung chokes on the broth. "are you serious? and i thought we could finally live in peace,"

daehwi shakes his head. "fucking hell, it's been 9 years, and there aren't any new leads."

to say that daehwi was worried would be one hell of an understatement - this serial killer had murdered so many of his friends, wrecked so many lives, and they just had to live in the same neighborhood as him and his husband? daehwi's muscles tense. what's worse is that, jinyoung, being a dance teacher, always came home late since some of his lessons ended at 11pm. he didn't want his husband to get hurt.

daehwi bitterly accepts the fact that things don't always end up the way you want it to when it's 3am and jinyoung isn't home yet. the older had not contacted him all night, and daehwi felt like his heart was threatening to spill out of his mouth.

i've lost so many people, i don't want to fucking lose jinyoung.

he jumps off the couch when he hears the door creak open. he rushes to the door, only to be met with a red and puffy-eyed jinyoung, his hair in an absolute mess, a scab carressing his cheek, milk white blood on his hands.

"hyung, are you okay?" tears threaten to spill out of his eyes. he heaves a sigh of relief when he sees that jinyoung's blood was white.

"the murderer, that guy," jinyoung stutters. "he,”

daehwi grabs their first aid kid and cleans jinyoung up. he learns that his currently distraught husband was assaulted by a man dressed in all black while he was on the way home from the dance studio.

once his husband steps out from the shower, daehwi wraps his arms around him.

"i'm glad you're here," daehwi chokes out. "hyung, i love you."

"i love you too."

daehwi doesn't waste another moment. he connects their lips.

"go to the station tomorrow to give a statement, okay?" daehwi breathes out when they pull away. jinyoung nods in agreement. "i won't let whoever did this to you and many other innocent people get away."

"kim samuel has been found dead in his apartment after it had been broken into. it's believed that this has been comitted by the notorious serial killer. there's not enough evidence, since this killer is extremely smart." jonghyun begins, changing the slides of the presentation. "however, the cctv footage of the lift lobby shows the killer. he's dressed in all black, which is exactly what bae jinyoung described to us when he was assualted. a male dressed in all black."

"plus, if you zoom in - this killer's blood is black. extremely black." daniel adds, pointing to the presentation. "this happened at around 9.45pm yesterday night."

daehwi can't stop his tears from flowing. neither can jinyoung.

"now samuel too?" jinyoung switches off the television after the reporter was done talking about samuel's murder.

"jinyoung, i'm fucking scared," daehwi's tears dripped fom his chin. "i literally was just texting him at 8pm last night, and an hour or so later and he was killed? what the fuck is going on,"

they hold each other, the only sounds in the house being the blaring of the air conditioning and their sobs.

daehwi pouts as daniel takes a sip of his coffee.

"hey, i'm stressed and scared too. i'm worried that something is gonna happen to seongwoo or my other loved ones. i'm sure minhyun-hyung feels that way about jaehwan-hyung too," daniel comforts him, rubbing his back. "i know what it feels like to lose someone. most of the victims were our friends in school. it's really saddening, i know. samuel and the others wouldn't want you to sulk like this." daniel stops to wipe away a few tears. "let's catch this horrible person and serve justice, okay?" he smiles, and daehwi's lips curve up in the slightest as he nods.

"let's catch him, hyung."

"babe, there's a letter for you," jinyoung says, walking towards his hubsand as he looks through the rest of the mail.

daehwi puts the cup of hot chocolate jinyoung had made for him earlier down to grab the envelope from the older male. he opens it up, and he chokes on his own saliva as he reads it.

You wanna know who I am so badly, huh? Seongwoo is next. Say your goodbyes. PS: Jinyoung will be leaving you very soon. xx

there's a drop of black blood spread across the bottom of the letter. daehwi feels his stomach churn, and his lips tremble as the word 'hyung' comes out of his mouth.

jinyoung raises an eyebrow and takes a look at it. his eyes widen, as his jaw retracts and his neck muscles tighten.

daehwi snaps out of it quickly and grabs a ziplock bag, placing the letter, together with the envelope, in it.

"i'm taking this to the station tomorrow. or rather, in a few hours," daehwi mutters as he glances at the clock. 2am. he turns to look at his husband. his eyes are glossy, and he looks even paler than usual. "hyung..."

an avalanche of tears are falling from jinyoung's eyes, and daehwi's heart breaks.

"i won't let anything happen to you, okay? hyung, i'm not letting anything happen to you. or seongwoo-hyung, or anyone else. i'll catch him, hyung, i promise." daehwi tells jinyoung as he leans in, pressing his lips against jinyoung's.

the ugly thought of jinyoung leaving him floods his mind, but daehwi tries his best to push it away.

hyung will not leave me.

daehwi's eyelids are heavy but he remembers to shoot daniel a text before going to bed.

daehwi: hyung, i got a letter in the mail from the killer apparently

daehwi: black blood was smeared onto it, it said jinyoung would leave me soon. it also said his next target was seongwoo-hyung

daehwi: please protect him, i'm bringing the letter to the station later so u can take a look at it

daniel: Oh my fuck

daniel: Shit.. will do

daniel: Thanks for letting me know

daehwi puts his phone down on the nightstand, and within the next few moments, he's already deep in slumber, in jinyoung's warm embrace.

daehwi wakes up at 6am, ready for work, only to find his bedroom door open. jinyoung is still sound asleep next to him. he walks out of their room and he quickly realises their apartment door is ajar. there's no sign of forced entry - and as far as he can see, nothing has been stolen. his heart is pounding wildly in his chest.

he goes back into their bedroom, shaking jinyoung gently. "hyung, i think someone broke in last night," jinyoung stirs a little before he wakes up. "what?"

"hyung, i think someone broke in. the door's wide open, and the front door is open, too."

"are you serious? is anything missing?"

"nope. what time did you sleep last night?"

"a little after you fell asleep? everything was still normal, though."

daehwi takes a look at jinyoung. he then realises how stressed jinyoung looks - his dark circles have been getting significantly darker. i just want all of this to end. i want to live happily with hyung.

"i'll call the team in to do a check later. what time are you leaving for work?" his husband replies with a "10am" and daehwi heads to the bathroom to get ready.

he looks through his bag to make sure he has everything he needs.

"hyung, the letter isn't here anymore?" daehwi exclaims, and jinyoung gets out of bed to take a look. "hyung, it's gone. do you think whoever broke in took it?"

jinyoung runs a hand through his hair. "if so, that person might either be the killer or someone associated to him."

daehwi sighs. "hyung, i really want you to be safe."

"i really want you to be safe too, daehwi."

jinyoung closes the gap between their lips.

"we looked around daehwi's apartment. there was no signs of forced entry, no fingerprints or footprints." minhyun speaks, resting his hands on the table. "daehwi also received a letter from the killer that he had planned to show to us today. the letter was typed out, and so was the address, so we can't do any handwriting tests. however, it seems like whoever had broken into his home has stolen it."

they continue with their discussion, and daehwi's mind is in a whirl.

daehwi: hey

daehwi: how's seongwoo doing

daehwi: it's been 2 weeks since anyth happened so i suppose he's fine?

daniel: Yup! He is. Jisung and Sungwoon stay with us now to look after him and the house when I'm not around

daehwi: ahh that's good

daehwi: maybe i should get jihoon and woojin to live with us so they can look after baejin lmao

daehwi: the killer said baejin is gonna leave me soon.. i really don't want that to happen

daniel: It won't. We're close to solving this case

daniel: We can do it :)

2 weeks and many changes of locks later, everything has seemed to die down a little. daehwi has the day off today, and jinyoung doesn't have to go to work until later in the afternoon. they're enjoying the day together. daehwi is cooking rice, while jinyoung is chopping up the meat.

daehwi hears jinyoung hiss in pain, and he takes a gander in his lover's direction. "hy-hyung,"

black blood is flowing from jinyoung's finger.

every human is born with milk white blood. your blood gets darker with every crime you commit.

the older smirks, and daehwi can't take his eyes off the blood. he has already established a conclusion in his mind, but he refuses to believe it. he's rooted to the ground. his throat feels dry, his head is spinning.

"are you surprised, baby?" jinyoung chuckles, smirk never leaving his face. a chill sweeps down daehwi's spine as he slowly steps backwards, back hitting the refrigerator.

the taller male leans in and cups daehwi's face with his clean hand, and the latter flinches at the contact.

"you wanna know who killed youngmin, hyunbin and samuel? you wanna know who supposedly attacked me? you wanna know who sent you that letter? you wanna know who broke into our apartment?" he speaks slowly, in a disgustingly sweet yet sickly manner. daehwi can't even speak. he can't even think. his lips slowly part as he stares at jinyoung in absolute shock and horror.

jinyoung smears the black liquid onto daehwi's bottom lip. "i did it."

"hyung, you're lying, you're lying," is all daehwi manages to choke out, his heart beating rapidly.

jinyoung grins as he heads to the couch, grabbing his backpack and pulling out a knife, clad with dried blood, black mask, black cap, black hoodie and black jeans. he walks back to daehwi.

the shorter male feels his heart almost stop.

"i'm the serial killer you've been searching for, baby." jinyoung laughs darkly. "i'm a good liar and actor, aren't i, sweetheart?"

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[tomhsparker]

new rules - tom holland imagine #5

about : tom hates your ex boyfriend. like really hates your ex boyfriend. 

warning : very cheesy dialogue, angry/sad tom, a lotta swearing!

notes : so dua lipa’s new song, new rules, really got me feeling like i miss an ex i never had. hence, i decided to write this. it’s really cheesy and im not v proud of it, but im gonna post it anyways. enjoy!

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“Talkin' in my sleep at night, makin' myself crazy.”

You gasped, sitting up in your bed. Sweat rolled down your forehead, your back, everywhere. Images of your dream came running through your mind and your heart dropped.

It had been about five weeks since your breakup with your ex boyfriend. Back then, he seemed like the perfect man to you. He was charming and funny. His chocolate brown eyes and his radiant smile practically drew you in. If someone told you six months ago that he would break your heart, you would’ve refused to believe them. In your mind, he was a perfect angel.

An angel just for you, and not anyone else.

Or so you thought.

On the day of your six months anniversary, you had planned a wonderful home-made dinner at home. A bowl of spaghetti sat on your dinner table, which eventually grew colder as the hours passed. You told Eric to come over at 7, but it was already nearing midnight and he was nowhere to be seen.

Exasperated, you poured the remainder of the red wine bottle in your cup and downed it in ten seconds. You couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to come. Tossing your phone aside, you gave up on texting and calling him. It wasn’t like he was going to reply anyways. You stood up from the dinner table and grabbed the spaghetti bowl. Stomping over towards your trashcan, you threw it into the bin furiously. Your head was at a disarray and anger bubbled in your heart.

You were livid. What was he doing that was more important than you?

Grabbing your smartphone and a coat, you walked out of your tiny apartment and into your car. If he wasn’t going to come to you, you were going to him. This wasn’t the first time he had ditched either, so you were even more pissed off by the fact that he did this to you.

You reached his house in a matter of minutes, but what you saw made your heart shatter into a trillion pieces.

There he was, standing outside his apartment building, with a beautiful blonde girl in his arms. His lips were hungrily attacking hers, along with his hands intertwined in her hair. You soon recognized the girl as your best mate, Alice.

You weren’t sure what you were feeling, but you knew you had to get out of there as quick as possible. Reversing, you sped away from the heart-wrenching scene.

Somehow, you weren’t very surprised by the sight. You knew deep down, he was going to find someone new.

“My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else

But my love, he doesn't love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself.”

After that night, you broke off all ties with Eric. Although you knew better, a small part of you still missed him. And it seemed like Eric did too, since he kept trying to call and text you. You almost caved in several times, but you were grateful that you had someone to always stop you from doing so.

Picking up your phone from the nightstand, you unlocked it and scrolled through your contacts. You put the phone against your ear after clicking the ‘call’ icon.

“Hello?” A groggy voice came after three rings.

“Tom, can I come over? I don’t think I can sleep,” you asked, slipping out of your bed.

“Y/N? Yeah sure, come over. But you do realise it’s literally 3 am in the morning?” Tom groaned, some shuffling from his own duvet filled your ears.

“I know, I’m sorry. But I need a nice Holland hug right now,” you chuckled.

Tom merely hummed and told you to stay safe before you hung up. Throwing on a hoodie, you wore your trainers and in a few minutes, you were out the door. The cold London air made the hair on your arms stand even though you were wearing a hoodie. Jogging over to your car, you unlocked it quickly and drove off.

One, don't pick up the phone

You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone

When Tom opened the door, the first thing he did was envelop you in a hug. The cold winter weather made you shiver, so the Holland hug was super helpful. You melted into his arms, sighing in relief. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you snuggled your head into his chest. His head rested on top of yours and the both of you stood outside his house, in complete but comfortable silence.

You broke out of the hug first, enjoying the welcoming yet tiring smile on his face. Tom took your arm and led you into the house, letting you walk in first before locking the door. You slipped off your shoes, making sure to be extremely quiet. The Holland household was so eerily silent since everyone was asleep.

“Want a cup of tea?” Tom sleepily asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s just go to bed,” you said, already walking towards Tom’s room.

“G-go to bed?” Tom stuttered, jogging after you.

Turning the knob to his door, you nodded.

“I can’t sleep so I wanted to sleep with you.”

You froze and cringed, realising how awkward that sounded. Turning around slowly, you were greeted by a blushing Tom.

“T-That’s not what I meant. I meant,” now you were stumbling on your words too. Tom hid his face behind his hands and you could feel your own cheeks turn pink. You started to feel dumb as you entered his room, falling face first onto  his bed.

A soft giggle sounded beside you and you groaned, using Tom’s pillow to cover the back of your head. Soon, the both of you were laughing a bit too hardly and too long for a joke like that. The bed sunk in beside you as you simmered down, finally stopping your laughter. You were about to ask him to scoot over when you felt the phone in your pocket vibrate. Flipping over, you took the phone out from your pocket and looked at the screen. The smile on your face instantly vanished and you could feel your heart palpitating.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You showed him your phone and a glare replaced Tom’s worried look. Snatching your phone from your hands, he pressed the decline button. Almost a few seconds after Tom hung up, Eric’s name flashed through the screen again.

“Tom, I’ll just - “ you were trying to take back your phone but Tom held his other arm out, blocking you from taking it back. He stood up and pressed the answer function. You gasped and hobbled over the bed, whispering for Tom to hang up.

‘Hey, asshole. Listen to me, you piece of shit. I’m saying this once and once only. Call Y/N one more time and I promise, you’ll never see daylight ever again. You didn’t deserve her, and you never will. So stop calling,” Tom spat, his voice dripping with venom. He didn’t even give a chance for Eric to answer as he hung up.

For a moment, Tom stood beside his bed with the phone clutched tightly in his hand. His chest heaved with heavy breaths and his jaw was clenched. The muscles on his arms protruded and you could see the veins on his neck popping. He was pissed.

You kept quiet, not knowing what to say. Without thinking, you spoke softly.

“You didn’t have to do that. I was handling him well enough.”

Tom laughed humorously, “what did you even see in him?”

Staring at your hands, you shrugged.

“He was nice,” you answered pathetically, refusing to look at Tom. You could feel his stare piercing through your skin.

“So was I.”

“Two, don't let him in

You'll have to kick him out again.”

“What does that mean?” you questioned, finally looking up.

Tom let out another humourless laugh, putting down your phone on his desk while pacing up and down his room.

“How do you not know? God, I dropped so many hints,” Tom said, his voice quivering slightly, “and you don’t have a clue.”

You watched him walk about in his room, feeling your heart thumping in your chest.

“I don’t understand,” you mumbled.

Tom stopped and let his hands fall onto his sides, a defeated look on his face.

“I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N. Always have been. And it hurt watching you fall in love with someone who clearly didn’t love you back. Do you know how it feels to see you cry over some dick that never loved you? When all along it was me who loved you?”

By this time, he was panting. His soft brown eyes that you had grown to love were filled with unshed tears, threatening to spill. You stayed silent, completely stunned.

“Do you have any idea how much it fucking hurt to hear you talk about Eric and how much you want him back even though you knew you shouldn’t? Every day I have to tell you that you deserve better than him and it stings. I have to control myself whenever I’m around you, because I know you will never love me back.  I can’t,” he stopped and wiped a tear rolling down his cheek, “I can’t believe that even after three years of knowing you, I’m still in love with you. When you clearly don’t feel the same.”

“And it doesn’t matter anymore because you love Eric. I don’t even - I don’t even know why I try. I guess I’m just not good enough for you.”

You rose from the bed, walking over towards Tom. His eyes were trained on the ground as he cried silently, more and more tears falling. Your heart was sinking at the sight of the usually bubbly and happy boy crying. Holding his face, you whispered for him to look up.

When you looked into his eyes, it finally hit you like a tidal wave.

It made sense now.

The hugs that would last too long, the ditzy smiles, the frequent flowers he got you, the lingering stares and the constant compliments.

You always thought he did it because he was your best friend. It was his duty to love you. You didn’t know he loved you like that.

And you were fucking glad for that. You always felt the same way.

You hid your feelings for Tom because you knew you weren’t good enough for him. Tom was an actor, on his way to becoming a well-known celebrity. Thousands of girls were also in pursuit for his love, so you tried to get over your feelings for him by going out with Eric. You were so scared of loving Tom, in fear of rejection.

He needed someone who was as successful as him, so he won’t be dragged down. He needed someone as beautiful as he was, inside and out.

You were none of that.

But after hearing his own confession, a weight finally lifted off your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice above a whisper.

Tom smiled sadly, “because I couldn’t. You loved someone else.”

“Tom,” you breathed out, “it was always you.”

He frowned, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“What?”

“Why do you think I dated Eric? Look at him. He looks like you. I only went out with him because I was trying to get over you,” you admitted, “I thought I was only a friend to you. So I started dating Eric to get you off my mind.”

“And for some reason, you still popped up in my head everyday. It’s you, Tom.”

You wiped a tear with your thumb, slowly caressing his cheek. He leaned into your hand, shutting his eyes. Closing your eyes, you leaned in and collided his lips with yours. Tom made a noise but quickly recovered, holding your neck gently as he kissed back.

This kiss felt different from any other kiss you ever had. It was sweet, gentle yet full of passion and love. All of your repressed feelings were flowing, making the kiss more meaningful.

Tom pulled away, his hand still on your neck. He opened his eyes slowly and peered at you with his doe-like eyes.

“This isn’t some rebound thing, right?”

Shaking your head, you smiled sweetly and pecked him on his lips.

His lips tasted salty, probably from the tears that he cried. Yet they were extremely soft and you knew you were gonna get addicted to kissing him.

“I’ve been waiting years to do that,” Tom grinned, his smile widening by the second.

“Ditto, Holland.”

He let his lips touch your forehead and kissed it, before leading you over to his bed. The both of you laid down as Tom tossed the duvet over the both of you. You cuddled into his larger figure, letting him wrap his arms around you.

“I’m sorry I made you wait three years,” you joked, feeling his chest rumble from his laughter.

“For you, I would’ve waited more.”

You couldn’t help but snort at his reply, “that was cheesy.”

He rolled his eyes, “you love it.”  

“As much as I hate to admit it, I do.”

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