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MIND GAMES - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

author’s note: finally it is here! a bit messy, but i hope you will still like it.

synopsis: what would you say if people asked you: what is exactly your relationship with choi seungcheol? well, that is hard to define, one thing is for sure; it is a lot, but not healthy nor normal, many would say. then if that is true why do you keep coming back to him every time?

word count: 5.9k | genre: SUGGESTIVE, angst, hurt no comfort | pairing: cheol x f! reader (x best friend! jeonghan cameo) | warnings: SUGGESTIVE THEMES, use of curse words, reader is implied to be shorter than cheol, both of them are in their twenties, mentions of mental illness and bad behaviour, alcohol, cheol (and jeonghan too) is implied to be very rich, use of many petnames, degradation, praise, cheol is in power advantage (no abuse), reader is manipulated and manipulative, cheol is a bad person, reader isn’t a good one either, cheol is a cheater, heartbreaks

SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW THE CUT, MINORS MDNI!

when you met choi seungcheol you thought you found the perfect man, even though it started out as something casual, a one night stand soon turned into something far more serious.

2 years ago

you spent yet another evening at a fancy party your company organised for their business partners, even though you hated them. the only positive thing besides the free food was that most of your beloved coworkers were there, so you decided to join them for a few drinks anyways.

it was well into the night already when you arrived at the dance floor alone; your coworers weren’t exactly the dancing type and the only person who you knew would join you was nowhere to be seen. you made your way to the crowd of dancing people, most of them drunk by that time, and started rocking your body to the beat. there was a sudden change in the rhythm, a slower song started playing. everybody slowed down and just enjoyed the music, swaying from side to side with their partners. you decided to walk to the bar to wait for a song which contains a more dynamic rhythm.

you had just begun walking back to the room most employees stayed at from the bar after dancing a bit when you bumped into someone, your feet losing its balance; you immediately tripped and waited for the impact of the fall. but it never came. you slowly opened your eyes and there he was: a tall man looking down at you with a worried expression on his face. “are you alright? did you hurt yourself?” he asked, a puzzled expression on his face. you stared at him. his eyes were big and round, a pleasant hazel colour. his dark hair messy, some strands of his bangs hanging in front of his eye. his red shirt loosely hanging on him, the first 2 buttons freely dangling open, showing his neck a little, his black jeans making his appearance a bit less formal. “yes thank you.” you freed yourself from his hold as you stood up. “i am a bit clumsy when i’m tired.” you smiled softly. he let out a laugh. “i can see that.” he paused for a moment “may i have this dance with you?” he asked suddenly, eyes fixated on you, wanting to see if you would say yes. “if you insist.” you held out your hand for him and he took it. he took the lead and rocked your bodies slowly as you quietly sang the lyrics of the song. his touch was so gentle, like he was afraid of breaking you as if you were made of porcelain; you felt the world around you slow down as he looked into your eyes, his gaze radiating so much love and care. as the song ended you stayed there for a minute, hands in his, not caring about anything, only him. "thank you for catching me earlier, i really-" you were caught off guard, as his lips slammed onto yours. the suddenness of his action surprised you for a minute, but you didn't hesitate to kiss back, eyes fluttering shut, a feeling you hadn’t felt in so long coming to the surface again; attraction. you went on making out for quite a long time, lips moving in sync like they were made for each other. eventually you had to split due to the lack of air in your lungs and everything went fuzzy in your memories.

you opened your eyes, but only found empty space in front of you. you soon came to your senses and realized that you were not on the dance floor. "ah you are awake. how was your little beauty sleep?" you saw one of your work friends, jeonghan sitting next to you on the couch of the room you had previously hung out in with your other coworkers before stepping outain hall of the event. "hold up...how did i end up in here? i was just dancing with that man a minute ago..." you stared at him in confusion trying to recall the memories from earlier. were you just imagining this whole thing due to being drunk?

"well i don’t know what boy you are talking about, but after you left to dance you were gone for a pretty long time, so i went to check up on you. that's when i found you sleeping at the bar's table." he continued "i took you back here so you could sleep without that fucking loud music blasting in your ears. you clearly needed it, i guess you haven’t been taking proper care of yourself, again." he explained. you remembered you getting off the dance floor to wait for another song, looks like you actually didn't make it back and fell asleep on the counter. but the dream was so intense, you could feel his feather-like touches on your skin, and also that kiss was too good to be fake. it all felt so real. "thank you for caring and not taking advantage of me jeonghan." you let out a relieved sigh "you are a really nice guy." he bowed playfully. "of course, no problem." you scanned the room, no sign of the others. "where are the others? and also, how long was i out?" he looked at his watch on his left wrist. "not long, i brought you back here like 20 minutes ago. oh, and the boys are currently cleaning up the place. people started leaving because they got tired or too drunk and we don't wanna stay up till dawn doing the cleaning so we are taking care of that right now. the boss is actually quite satisfied, we made good deals." you stood up. “do you need help with the cleaning or have you got it covered?” you asked sleepily while looking into the eyes of your friend. “nah we are good, you should really go, if i’m being honest you look like you have been ran over.” jeonghan chuckled as you dragged your feet out of the room.

it was a chilly night; when you stepped out of the building the wind blew coldly, making you shiver. you were ready to head home from the party, having had one too many drinks, head starting to hurt. while skipping along the quiet and dark street you realised that it had started raining, however you didn’t have an umbrella with you; to solve this issue you put your hands and purse above your head to keep it from getting wet. upon stopping by a red light at the crosswalk suddenly a figure of a tall man stepped next to you; he must’ve been in his early twenties, you thought judging by his face which seemed to be spotless and so sculpted like it was a statue. it even looked kind of familiar from the side. “do i know you?” you asked without any sense of shame or without thinking first, not looking directly at him. while your question remained unanswered from the corner of your eye you saw him extend his arm, in it a big black coat. “here, take this. don’t get sick.” he said slowly, accentuating every word of the sentence. you looked up at him, not knowing why would a stranger offer another stranger their jacket without any context. “you don’t even know me, do you really not mind? what do you want for it in exchange? i’m not retarded you know.” you prodded, wanting answers regarding the reasoning for his actions. he shook his head, his black locks jingling like shiny ornaments on a christmas tree. “do i really need a reason to be nice?” he smirked. “it is raining pretty heavily and you don’t have a coat with you. you should bring one next time, never know when the weather changes.” you hesitantly accepted the piece of clothing, secretly being kind of thankful for the heavens for sending this man your way since you were indeed getting ridiculously cold. “and besides, a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t wonder around in this beautiful dress at night wihtout being properly covered up, there are many dangerous people waiting to hunt down women like you, you know.” the mysterious man said in a stern voice, which indicated that he really meant what he said and it was not just an inappropriate comment. you raised a brow at this, finally looking in his direction, searching for his chocolate orbs. “do you think i cannot defend myself?” you asked boldly while leaning closer to him from the side to catch a glimpse of his face; you needed to confess that you were intrigued by his aura, curious as of where the encounter would lead. “well i cannot state anything about you for sure yet” he paused for a moment, looking slowly up and down at you “but i would actually love to get to know you to judge it for myself.” he said and turned to face you for mere seconds, then walked away.

after seeing the light from the street lamps shine on his features it hit you; he was the guy who kissed you at the party. so it wasn’t a dream, huh? “wait!” you shouted after him, seeing his form slowly turn around. he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to say something. “you were at the party, weren’t you? you caught then kissed me. why did you do it? and most importantly, who are you exactly?” he grinned, knowing you discovered how you knew him. “bingo, 100 points for you pretty girl, you figured me out. i was waiting for you to remember, if you did.” he was now looking right into your eyes, not breaking eye contact. “i do. so explain: how and why did you disappear after randomly kissing me?” you had a questioning look on your face, but held out against his gaze. “what can i say, i am a man of many talents. but that shall be my secret. you wouldn’t want a magician to reveal their tricks, would you?” he giggled. “do you do this to every girl at business parties?” you followed up. “nope, just the prettiest ones, darling.” the honey and sweetness laced into his voice made you quiver with excitement. “interesting.” you faked amusement, continuing. “what were you doing at this event? should i have to know you from somewhere?” you pressed further since he wasn’t of help in untangling his character. “i have a friend in the company, yoon jeonghan, and i had some money to invest into something new.” he replied causally, putting his hands in his pockets. there was no doubt in him hiding a mischievous smirk behind the emotionless reply, entertained by the fact that you knew nothing about him. “what fantastic connections you have there, mr.” you paused “what is your name?” he leanen down, eyes at the same height as yours. “why don’t you come to my place and find out?” his grin was still there on that handsome face; you thought it through for a minute. you were bored anyways, what could’ve gone wrong? he even knew jeonghan. there was no harm in spicing up your life a bit by spending a night with a very good looking man, so you hurried up to his side, and followed his lead.

however, the sweet start of your perfect relationship was sadly too good to be true.

present time

time froze for a moment; you saw him in the office through the window, in between his legs a pretty blonde; he kissed all over her neck, going further and further down, unbuttoning her shirt. you were disgusted, utterly in disbelief; he promised he would change after catching him almost kissing another girl at a party.

1 year ago

“you almost kissed her you asshole!” you cried after exiting the building where you had caught seungcheol at a company dinner getting wasted and cheating. you had many problems in the past month, he was always mad at someone or something, his business taking up all of his free time, all while you tried to discuss every inconvenience with him, which was definitely not an easy thing since he was an exceptionally stubborn man. “i didn’t! she crawled into my lap and before i could push her off you came in!” he tried to defend himself, some of your friends who went out to smoke watching the scene unfold, ready to step in as they saw you were fuming with anger. “i left you for ten fucking minutes, seungcheol! ten minutes and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself! this is ridiculous. i know we have been arguing a lot recently and that you have been frustrated with many things, but seriously you think this is the solution? cheating on your girlfriend?” your tears stopped by this time, the only tell tale sign of your cries being the wetness on your cheeks. “i am gonna say this one more time; i did not cheat on you. why would i do that? you know very well how much i love you, i always give you everything you want. the moment you say it; it is all yours, every time. what more can i offer to you, hmm? is my love not enough for you?” he pleaded, regret written all over his face. he moved towards you to plant a kiss on your forehead and cheeks, pulling you into his chest. your heart melted at the action; it was true, he was treating you like his princess all the time without fail. you hoped he was right, and didn’t plan on breaking your heart. “let me make it up to you pretty girl.” he said while kissing your neck, navigating the chaos of limbs you were into the bathroom. “i will give you all my love.” he grinded against you, already in one of the stalls. “gonna make you see how much i care about you.” he kissed all over your body hungrily, putting your legs on his shoulders. “cheol-“ you gasped loudly when he touched you. “be quiet, pretty girl. don’t want to get caught now, do we?”

present time

but he didn’t change one bit. hell, he didn’t even care to close the blinds while he cheated on you with your coworker, making sure the whole building knew what he was about to do during the night. your blood boiled at the realisation; you gave him so many chances, you let him manipulate you into coming back to him after doing something awfully suspicious every single time, yet he still did it again. oh, but you weren’t gonna let this slide this time. you were gonna take revenge on him for what a fuckin’ prick he was; he was in for a good lesson. starting with the text you sent him a moment after the aftershocks of the scene you witnessed went away.

“I TOLD YOU I WAS DRUNK! what can’t you understand?” he groaned, head probably still fuzzy from all the alcohol he had consumed earlier. “give me a chance baby, you know how much i love you.” he changed his behaviour, suddenly looking nervous, frustrated even, that you wanted to end things with him. you stepped closer, looking him right in the eye. “you are full of shit choi seungcheol. i don’t need your excuses. this is so over. i gave you everything you motherfucker!” you screamed as you slapped him out of rage. “i am disgusted by you, i don’t even know how the fuck i ended up with you!” he turned to you again and raised a brow at this, his hands linked together in front of his chest. “you are talking as if you didn’t do the same thing months ago!” that was the point where you had enough. yes, you too hooked up with people, but that was during a time when your relationship was at its lowest, both of you agreeing on taking a break from the other as you saw how this was not healthy at all. “we were broken up at that time and you know it! don’t you dare compare yourself to me, we are nothing alike, you liar.” you stormed off, shutting the door behind you, leaving him in your shared apartment, already knowing your next move on how to make him regret even meeting you.

now here’s the thing; you weren’t an evil bitch by any means; you were always on your best behaviour in all situations, you could even dare say that you were a people pleaser, but you couldn’t take your pride being scarred like this, again, that was way out of line for you.

using revenge as a coping mechanism was very much like you though, so you acted quickly, not leaving time for second-guessing yourself or for regret. “hi hannie, what are you doing?” you started the conversation after he picked up the phone you had already called multiple times; it was very late in the day, your time being spent on trying to get a hold of your boyfriend’s best friend. “ah sorry you couldn’t reach me, i was in a meeting. what’s up? do you need something?” his voice echoed from the other end of the line, confusion evident in it. “i was wondering if you would want to come to the bar my friend invited to with me…you know how cheol gets, he doesn’t have time for anything nowadays and going alone would be so embarrassing.” you chirped in a sweet tone, trying to sound as innocent and vulnerable as you could, hoping he would buy your story of being sad over how busy your boyfriend was. “uh, sure i guess? when is it?” he was hesitant, but you knew he could be convinced very easily.

everyone could see how he looked at you when you all hung out together with cheol’s other friends, being especially distant after you announced your relationship with his bestie after the night of the company party.

2 years ago

“don’t you think this is a fast pace, hmm?” jeonghan questioned after you told him about your little night with cheol, as well as the fact that he was indeed your mysterious kisser from the event. “don’t get me wrong, he is my best friend, you are mine too, i am happy for the two of you, but he is not always the man he seems to be. i don’t think you have a clear picture of what you are getting yourself into.” he said firmly, gaze fixated on your form in front of him. “don’t worry about it hannie, i am a big girl, i can handle it. besides, i am not doubting your words, but he really is an angel, so i don’t see the problem here.” you smiled widely while he sighed, a bit disappointed, but respecting your decision. “i am just worried ‘bout you.” he touched your arm slightly, his fingertips lingering near yours, almost as if he was trying to lace them together, still, stopping himself from doing so, the intimate action now only being seungcheol’s privilage. “but okay. let’s celebrate you not being single anymore then!” he grinned, offering you a warm smile after. you hugged him, his grip tight around your waist, like he gave his everything into that one hug, knowing that would be the last one he could freely give you, without worrying about a specific someone interrupting.

he was practically drooling over you every single time, his crush being very obvious to the naked unknowing eye aswell.

present time

“tomorrow. i will text you the details later, don’t worry. thank you for making time for me.” you topped the previous act with a much lighter response, knowing he loved to hear when people were thankful to him, especially since it was you. “of course, you know you are my favourite, but don’t tell dino! he still hasn’t gotten over that time when i chose your help for that project i had!” he chuckled and you let your giggles out aswell. “…one more thing hannie…please don’t tell this to cheol, he has been extra stressed with work, don’t wanna bother him y’know.” you pleaded, wanting to keep your little secret, being sure about hannie not knowing that the two of you broke up because he cheated, since he would’ve called you if he knew, questioning what exactly had happened. “sure, i’ve got you don’t worry. see you tomorrow then.”

the next day jeonghan picked you up and drove you to where the bar was, helping you when stepping out from the expensive four wheeled vehicle.

“you look gorgeous.” he said with a shy smirk, shamelessly checking you out. “thanks. you don’t look bad yourself, yoon.” you lead him to the dancefloor t meet your friends, soon enjoying yourselves like you had never before, and letting loose after a full day of hard exhausting work.

“but what about seungcheol? i cannot do this to him, he is my best friend.” he asked, out of air. “don’t worry ‘bout it, i’ve left him.” you replied between kisses. “screwed a whore in the office.” you panted. your bodies were molded into each other’s, the music getting washed away by the sound of jeonghan’s heartbeat, your lips on his desperately trying to get a taste of him. “focus on only me, hannie.” you mewled into his neck. it was so easy to manipulate men; you were honestly so surprised at his antics of giving up his friendship so easily just to have you.

“you don’t even know how much i had wanted you all this time. since i laid eyes on you baby.” he sighed, your hand roaming around his body, finding his defined chest to stable yourself after the dizzying makeout session you had. “he wanted to fuck with me after hearing about you. watching him taint your innocent being, watching him kiss you, hug you, taste you. it was a nightmare. i wished he didn’t jump onto you before i had the courage.” he grabbed your chin and made you look up at him; the sparkles he always had in his eyes were long gone, lust and hunger replacing them. “i have always wanted to corrupt your little mind, sweetheart.” his voice was an octave lower, your mouth wide open; you never saw this side of him. “such a cutie i have here, don’t i?” he licked his lips. “…all for me, right?” you gripped his bicep to steady yourself; he made you sit on his lap, a chair behind him already pulled aside for you to continue your dance on him. “he didn’t deserve you.” he moaned into yet another heated kiss, trying to get some friction from your bodies pressed close. “what do you think, shall we take this to the bedroom, hmm, pretty boy?” you whispered into his ear while straddling his thighs, feeling him press up against you even more if it was possible. a moment later you heard a far too familiar voice.

“what the fuck?” seungcheol yelled, marching towards the two of you entangled together on jeonghan’s lap. you quickly got up, leaving jeonghan stunned, giving him one last kiss on the neck. “sorry pretty boy, gotta go.” you mumbled, running out of the room, right outside into the darkness of the night.

seungcheol caught you in the parking lot of the building, his steps heavy and scary in the dark. “what the fuck is wrong with you seungcheol?” you shouted at him, trying to free your arm from his hold. “what did you think when you gave a lap dance to jeonghan, hm? are you really this big of a slut? going behind my back and almost screwing my best friend in the middle of the dance floor! huh?” he yelled at you, the grip on your arm getting tighter and tighter. “what in the world are you saying? you are insane i swear! how dare you question what i do and demand an explanation? we are not together anymore, i can do whatever the fuck i want.” you spat, venom dripping from your words. you always knew he was a possessive man, but this? you did not expect him to question you about your behaviour. “no the fuck you can’t! you are mine, understood? noone else’s but mine.” he said while taking you into his embrace forcefully and leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, pulling a gasp out of you. “i told you that we are done!” you said between breaths, succesfully making your way out of his hold for the most part, only his hand still being lanced with yours. “if you were this big of an asshole that is your problem, not mine, i am not your theraphist to fix your fucked up head.” you said while looking at him, taking a deep breath before ripping your hand out of his, turning around and leaving him in the middle of the parking lot. you looked back at him, smirking slightly upon letting your mouth fall open, already imagining the look on his face when he hears what you were gonna say.

“oh, and don’t worry. jeonghan fucks me better than you ever did.” of course you lied; you didn’t actually fuck jeonghan (though it was very tempting like ten minutes before), but it was so worth it. you could see the veins popping on his neck, his eyes darkening after the sentence left your mouth; you could finally get back at him, let him feel the pain you felt all those times he fucked you over during the lst 2 years. he was quick to spring into action; he pinned you down on the nearest car’s hood, holding your wrists with one hand only. “i dare you, say that again.” he whispered against your lips, his body leaning dangerously close to yours. “jeonghan fucks better than you.” you simply said, waiting for his next move. he grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly, all the feelings of you missing him coming up to the surface again.

you had fun with jeonghan of course, but he was so gentle and caring with you when things got heated; he worshipped you, which was so unusual, so strange. you craved the touch of cheol, rough in bed as always. you missed how he could manhandle your body, his kisses and hickeys, you missed this filthy side of him no matter how hurt you were by him cheating. you let him unzip your jeans, hand going very low on your thighs, already knowing what he wanted from you. “and you say i’m the psycho. darling, you are just as fucked in the head as i am. trying to fuck jeonghan the moment i don’t give you enough attention, hmm pretty girl? guess we aren’t that different after all.” he laughed in your face. “you like this; you like playing mind games. it makes you excited. so easy to make you sway. just one touch and here i have you drooling over me.” he smirked. deep down you knew he was right. you came running back to him the first time, because you missed the high, the thrilled he gave you. then why are you trying to get rid of him now? “why are you you doing this to me?” you cried with a whine, wanting answers to questions you shouldn’t be asking in the first place; you already knew why. he loved mind games just as much as you did; it made him feel alive. “i am not doing anything, love. you are the one who isn’t capable of believing that we are the perfect pair. you need me.” he spat back in a frenzy, busy with trying to get back to your lips. “seungcheol this cannot work. we keep hurting each other, i am so tired.” you sobbed harder, realising that you reached a point where the rush wasn’t worth it anymore. “if we hurt each other why does it hurt so good then?” he mumbled against you, putting his forehead together with yours. “we will be alright. we have to be alright. we always make it work.” he traced lines along your cheeks with his big hands, any type of roughness disappearing in the blink of an eye after seeng your frightened, fatigued face. “i wish i never met you, choi seungcheol.” your last words before passing out right there and then from the alhocol and stress made his heart hurt a bit; he sometimes wondered how your life would be different if you hadn’t met him. he knew he was crazy and selfish, he knew the things he did had been destroying you from the inside, but he couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried being the best version of himself for you, to be someone you would be proud to call your boyfriend; he was simply not made to have stable relationships. it had always been just messy hookups for him, until he met you; that is when he really made an effort for the first time since he was born to keep someone in his life, however it seemed like he lost the battle with his true nature.

he caught your form in his arms just in time, placing you down on the ground, trying to wake you up.

you arose with a start in seconds, throat and lungs burning for a few seconds before registering where you were. “get the fuck away from me, now!”you hysterically cried out when you saw cheol’s worried face above you, looking at you like he had seen ghost. “are you okay? you just blacked out. how much did you drink?” he said gently while he made sure you had no bruises, his previous demeanour completely changing. this was exactly why you couldn’t break up with him before. every time he acted like a psycho or was rough with you his behaviour could easily change into such a caring little mischievous one you loved so much, the one you met him with. why did this man have to have this duality? you didn’t know. why did things between the two of you change that he wanted to seek comfort from other women? you didn’t know. but it surely made your heart heavy when he cared so much about you, because you knew he did; since you got together he gave you everything you could wish for, fancy clothes, cute dates, everything was so perfect until it wasn’t. “leave me alone. i told you i don’t want to see you.” you stood up and started walking back to the bar, soon realising that he had never left your side, the steps of his expensive designer shoes loudly echoing on the grey asphalt. “at least let me take you home, i promise i won’t try anything this time.” he said after making you halt your movements by shielding your view with his tall figure. you huffed and puffed, but decided to go with him since you were not feeling so great to continue the hookup with hannie anyways, plus you knew he would never leave until you agreed, he was like that; a very determined man, not really giving up until he got what he wanted.

“we need to talk.” he stated after exiting the car in front of the apartment complex. your drive was spent in silence, both of you lost in your own thoughts. after pressing the buttons and making your way to the door of the elevator you whipped your head away from him. “i have nothing to talk about with you. you made a mistake not so long ago, i forgave you, because i thought it was a one time thing. then i really have to catch you with that blonde bitch you fucked for god knows how long! do you really think we have anything to talk about?” you glared at him through the mirror in the elevator, now fully sobered up and ready to strangle him. “i said i was sorry! i swear it won’t happen again babygirl. i cannot understand what got into me!” he pouted. “that you cannot stay loyal because you think i am some kind of old toy you cannot lose since to attained it and that you thought you would be smart enough to get away with keeping whores, that’s what got into you, you fucker!” you were really at your limit, screaming. you didn’t care how many people would hear it, you were tired both physically and emotionally. you aggressively closed the door of your apartment behind you, shutting him out. “please, i am begging you.” seungcheol tried from the other side, banging his hand on the door. you ignored him and slid down to the floor, breaking out in loud cries and sobs; it was your breaking point. you loved him so much it was so hard to let go of him, however you couldn’t keep this up; he had hurt you too much to regain your trust. “tell me you love me again. please, come back to me again.” you could make out his soft cries on the other side of the wall. “i cannot destroy myself anymore cheol. we keep having problems that we cannot solve, no matter what we do. these fucking mind games we are getting into every week, every day even, they are making me miserable. making you miserable. please just leave.” your voice sounded weaker than intended, the fighting making you exhausted. “i understand. i am sorry for hurting you.” you were crying harder now; you sensed it in his voice, how he finally gave up in trying to convince you to take him back; you could finally rest, not having to g over these never ending circles with him anymore. “goodbye, my love.” he whispered through the wooden frame just loud enough for you to hear, then his steps slowly died down indicating that he left the hallway. he left. your heart broke into millions of pieces, however you knew you did it for the best; had to do this, let him go.

you didn’t know how you were gonna face any of your mutual friends. you didn’t know how you were gonna explain to jeonghan the next day that you used him to try to forget seungcheol, to try to get over him in one night, to try to replace him and the bitterness he left in your heart in one night. you didn’t know how you could build yourself up again, how you could trust another man after him, how you could find someone better than him.

you really wished you hadn’t met him. but it didn’t matter now. it was all over. the mind games you have been playing with him were finally over.

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Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

SERIES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

(divider credits go to cafekitsune)

one - green lights and red stains

TWO MONTHS EARLIER:

I was at my desk in Big Sky Country, Montana’s sheriff’s department, papers strewn over the desk in a similar fashion as they were at home. Making small mountains and also making me rather sympathetic for the trees who suffered just to have me keep ‘em all like this on another plank of wood on more sticks of wood. However, I couldn’t bring myself to clean them, not today. As well as that, the acting sheriff had made his speech today, and I knew if he’d talk to me, I wouldn’t make a great impression, not with all this mess.

“Ain’t this a sight?” I looked up to see none other than Sheriff Arlen, standing in front of me, his stance wide set as he peered at my scribblings which varied between neat and scrawling handwriting. I jolted a little, panic striking through me as I began to shuffle my files into a more orderly pile, but he held out his hand to put me at ease. “Nah, don’t worry about it. Truth be told, I’m not the most organised either.”

In response, I stood up laughing a bit as I ran my hand through my hair, the action not as smooth and easygoing as I hoped as my index encountered a knot in my raven hair which I quickly untangled. “Well, I’m afraid this is what you’ll be seein’ every day.” I gestured down in circular motions to the messy piles.

“Then I’m lookin’ forward to it.” He put out his hand with a broad grin, green eyes twinkling along with his startlingly white teeth. He had an air of giddy charm and confidence around him that I couldn’t help but crack a smile to. “Beau Arlen.”

“Isabelle Joyner.” I replied, shaking his hand firmly. His grip was strong, but comforting in a sense.

“Well, darlin’, I’ve heard some good things about you from Jenny Hoyt, or Hoyt, as she wants me to call her.” Beau chuckled at the thought, glancing towards Jenny, who was in conversation with Poppernak. “She’s a real firecracker.”

“That’s Jenny for you.” I smiled, nodding resignedly and also flicking my eyes to her. “She knows me better than anyone; we’ve been best friends for as long as I remember.” Then I spotted the uncertainty in his eyes as he once more looked at Jenny, and I laughed a bit. “She’ll warm up to you. She’s just a bit miffed, y’know, didn’t get put as acting Sheriff.”

“I learnt that the easy way and the hard way.” He snickered slightly, his shoulders shrugging. “Well, it’s a lesson well learnt.”

“Damn straight.” I grinned, putting my hands in my pockets, and we fell silent for a moment before it got a bit uncomfortable. “Anyway, welcome to Big Sky. I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“I goddamn hope so.”

NOW:

“Liv, sweetie?” I called up the stairs, my eyes darting back to the pancake cooking on the stove. It was half past eight in the morning, and I needed to get Olivia, my niece, to her stepfather’s house. Her mother - my sister - had been… lost. In a murder, six years back, but they’d never found who’d done it. In her will, she’d given custody of Olivia to me, that the court had approved. Her stepfather, Markham, was not happy, but there was little he could do.

“Yeah?” Came her sleepy voice from upstairs, making me laugh quietly. She’d grown so much since I got her as a timid nine year old. Now she was sixteen in a week and the most beautiful girl I’d ever see. She was my baby girl at this point, and I couldn’t be prouder.

“I’ve got work, hon, and I’m makin’ pancakes!” I heard a brief pause, then a scramble to get up. I smiled knowingly, returning to the pancake as the thunder of footsteps down the stairs signalled her arrival. Her blonde hair bounced in stunning curls and her brown eyes flashed excitedly, even though they were riddled with sleep. I passed her a plate of pancakes stacked up, shaking the whipped cream. “Mornin’, gumdrop.” I grinned cheerily. “What would you like on your pancakes, hm?”

“Whipped cream, syrup, and raspberries.” She replied instantly, then returned my smile. “And good morning, auntie.” Olivia gave me a bear hug, which I returned gladly, kissing her hair before letting her go with a pat on the back.

“Good choice.” I squirmed the whipped cream in a circle, grabbing the syrup bottle and drizzling it generously before passing her a bowl of freshly washed raspberries so she could knock herself out, also sliding her a fork and knife. “Dig in.”

“Hello, there!” I heard Jenny call, the door opening. Jenny and Cassie walked in with big smiles on their faces, especially so when they found the combination of Olivia and pancakes. “Hope you don’t mind, we just used the spare key under the deco rock.”

“And I’m glad we did, because why weren’t we invited to the party?” Cassie faux-gasped as she gestured to the pancakes.

“Elle, explain yourself.” Jenny chastised, raising an eyebrow at me, but when I passed them each a plate of pancakes, they melted. “Ok, no explanation needed.”

“Yep, we’re all good now, no beef here.” Cassie agreed, dolloping whipped cream on hers before passing the canister to Jenny. “Also, hi, Olivia.”

“Hey, Cassie.” Liv waved with a smile and a mouthful of pancake. “Hi, Jenny.”

“Hey, kiddo.” Jenny grinned, waving before digging into the pancakes.

“Never knew I’d be catering for four today.” I chuckled, turning off the stove and embellishing my own plate of pancakes, making it even more of a sugar rush than it already was.

“Well, now we get to boast to Beau about what we got cooked.” She replied with a cheeky smile. “He’s always returnin’ with clean dishes of what Denise cooked, so I guess we could clap back a little.”

“His favourite deputy cooked us pancakes and not him.” Cassie giggled, making me roll my eyes. These two.

“Shut up. Both of you.” I snickered, trying to remain stern. “If Sheriff Arlen wants pancakes, he can come over and I can make him some pancakes, it’s not exclusive.”

“And here I thought we were special.”

“Aw, hey, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“She did.” Olivia giggled.

“Yeah, she did.” Jenny gave me a look before we all burst out into laughter. We spent a bit of time chatting as we finished our pancakes, telling Olivia the ups and downs of our latest solved case and what movie we wanted for movie night this week. When we were done, I picked up my keys, jangling them.

“Olivia, time to go.” I smiled, but Cassie put her hand on my arm with a smile.

“I’ll drop her off.” She chuckled, holding up her own keys. “I know where Mark lives, and it’s on my way.

“You’re not exactly the most civil with the guy.”

“That’s cause he’s an ass, but I’ll try my best.”

We engaged in a staring contest for five seconds, until I gave in, nodding in defeat. “Fine. But if I get a call from my brother in law-”

“You won’t!” She raised her hands in surrender. “I promise. Now, you and Jenny need to get to work before Beau rings you up.”

“God forbid he does.” I joked.

“C’mon, he hasn’t had the heart to tell you off after you found the hostages a few weeks ago, one of them happening to be his daughter. Another Darlene.” Jenny teased, nudging me playfully.

“You two are really keen on setting us up, hm?” I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head. “You know I’m not that keen on dating. Not after…” I trailed off with a frown. It was a sore memory, one that ended with me waking up at the bar with five empty shot glasses and a bill with far more drinks than I’d usually take.

“After Harry.” She sighed, patting my shoulder. “He wasn’t your fault. After all, he did the deed.”

“He doesn’t know what he lost.” Cassie added sympathetically. “The ass.”

“I wanna kick him in the nuts.” Olivia added, making us all raise an eyebrow.

“That’s fair.”

“And on all of our minds.” Jenny grinned.

“I can’t even be mad.” I sighed, then kissed Olivia’s forehead. “Be good, ok? If I get a good report, I’ll make you an ice cream sundae tonight.” As Cassie and Jenny opened their mouths to speak, I held up a finger. “You guys get one too.”

I walked into the sheriff’s department with Jenny, and the first person we saw was Beau Arlen himself. “Well, ain’t it my favourite deputies?” He sauntered over with that charming grin of his, looking between us. “Hoyt.”

“Beau.” Jenny smiled.

“Sheriff.” I chuckled, running my hand through my hair.

“C’mon, Belle, call me Beau.” Beau chuckled, gesturing to himself. “No formalities here.” The statement made me laugh, but I shook my head, looking down at my feet before back up into those twinkly green eyes.

“I’ll try my best, Sheriff.” I teased with a grin, then took a sharp breath in, looking around. “Any cases today?”

“A missing person’s case.” Beau’s expression changed slightly as he mentioned it. “Little girl named Harriet Brown, she was out playing in the front yard, parents were arguin’, when they come out, girl’s gone.”

“My god.” I whispered, then cleared my throat. “We should get on the case, and quick.” I pouted slightly, sucking in air through my teeth. “Any leads? License plate? Footage? Maybe someone who has a grudge?”

“Closest to a match we have as an enemy is the girl’s stepfather, Will Brown. And by parents arguing, I mean the birth father and mother arguin’.”

“Stepfather, what, lays claim to the kid?” I asked, concerned. I knew what that was like all too well (and by that I mean the outskirts of those feelings), and if that was the case…

“Possibly. He’s the only recent frequent visitor.” Beau frowned at the look on my face, tilting his head a little in curiosity. “You look a lil’ green around the gills there, Deputy. You doin’ ok?”

I shared a look with Jenny, who subtly patted my wrist, signalling me to speak up. I jolted out of my thoughts, nodding and putting on a smile that I felt didn’t quite reach my eyes. “‘Course, Sheriff. I’m always ok.”

“You sure?”

“Deadly.”

Beau looked at me for a bit, trying to gauge my reaction, before nodding resignedly and patting me on the shoulder with a small smile. “A’ight. But if anythin’ comes to mind, do tell.”

“Gotcha.” I nodded, my blue eyes looking into his green ones. After I’d met Beau on his first day as acting sheriff, he’d understood me. He knew I was raising Olivia, albeit had never met her, and related to that with his own little girl. Emily was an angel, and I guess I became more of one after he found me getting along well with someone who was his world. As well as that, after the incident with Buck Barnes, I’d managed to find the hostages, including Darlene and Emily, getting them out.

Ever since then, it’s like he treats me as if I’m God’s gift to him. I was just doin’ my job.

I breathed in, then released a deep on through my mouth. “Let’s hit the house, Jen.”

“You got it, Elle.” Jenny smiled. I picked up my jacket, adjusting the photo of my sister and I on my desk as I put it on with a sad smile.

“I miss ya, Lucy. Truly.”

I was in Beau’s truck, the landscape flying by as we made our way to the Brown’s house. The atmosphere was uncomfortably silent - damn the awkwardness of social interactions sometimes - but somehow Beau made coping with silence look easier than it felt. He wore an easy smile, waffling on about fishing with a charmingly boyish look in his eyes that I’d come to recognise and find adorable.

“While I love talking and yapping about fish to the point your ears fall off, Belle, but, uh, don’t you wanna get that?” I was snapped out of my reverie, finding that my ringtone was playing with the name Dean flashing on my screen over the green circle of light representing the button to accept the call, which I’d gladly do.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s right.” My face lit up as I pressed the ‘accept’ button, bringing the phone to my ear. “Dean, hey!”

‘Isa, hi.’ I heard a cheery voice from the other end. This was Olivia’s birth father, Dean Barlowe, who I preferred in spades to Markham Leeds. I never understood why Lucy and Dean had split up in the first place, since Dean was the best father I’d ask for where Liv is concerned. We hadn’t had contact in months, but this was a pleasant surprise. ‘How’ve you been?’

“Oh, now I feel brilliant.” I laughed, looking out the window. “How about you? It’s been goddamn months, I’ve been dyin’ for a call.”

‘Well, I’m feeling great now too. It’s always nice to talk to you. A familiar face.’

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” I nodded with a happy sigh. “Are you holding up ok? After… Lucy? It’s been a while, but it hit you pretty hard too.”

‘Doing better, if that counts.’ I heard a pause on the other end. ‘Hey, do you think Liv would mind if I pop over for a visit in a week’s time?’

“For her birthday, right?”

‘Yeah. Mark wouldn’t be too mad, right?’

“Who gives a damn about Markham, just come over, ok?” I smiled, and I could practically hear his own relieved one on the other end of the line. “Liv’s gonna love the surprise, don’t you worry.”

‘You know exactly what to say to soothe my nerves, don’t you?’

“Hey, it’s nothin’. Just being a dutiful sister in law.” I saw an exit sign that said we were almost at the house, so I decided to wrap it up. “Hey, uh, Dean, I’m about to start working a case, so I’ll chat later.”

‘Ah, right. Thanks, Isa. Bye.’

“Bye.” I cut the call, and found Beau smirking at me, his eyebrow raised slightly. “What?”

“You seem real chummy with this Dean fella.” He snickered knowingly, but I shook my head rapidly.

“No, no, no. He’s my brother in law.”

“Wait, this is the ex-husband of your late sister?” Beau nodded approvingly. “By the way you’re talkin’ to him, he seems like he’s got his name written in your good books with sparkly gold ink. Unlike Mark.”

“Well, Mark’s an ass.”

“Markham is an ass.”

Beau, Jenny and I were flicking through the security tapes of the Brown house the day their little girl Harriet was kidnapped. “Look, there.” I pointed to the screen, where a man was approaching. “It’s our stepfather.”

“Damn straight.” Beau nodded, leaning forward to ID the guy’s face. “Yep, that’s him. And he just scooped the girl up gave her a lollipop and high-tailed it.”

“We need to get this girl back.” Jenny sighed, her expression pensive as she peered at the screen.

“We got an idea on where she could be taken?”

“Possibly his cabin. Witness accounts show that he’s been buyin’ a lot of bedding, more than you’d need.” I frowned, then stood up. “We need to bust this guy and fast.” I didn’t know exactly why, but this was pissing me off. A stepfather, kidnap his own stepdaughter.

“Let’s bust a crooked stepfather.” Jenny got up, and so did we, heading out the door, running to our cars as Jenny texted me the address, which I put into Beau’s GPS. We quickly got in, and Beau floored it.

“You seem rather frustrated on this case, huh, Belle?” He asked, sighing deeply. I shook my head, plastering on a smile that once again did not reach my eyes as I looked back at him.

“No, sir, I’m just concerned for the kid.” I answered not as smoothly as I’d hoped to have done. My voice was slightly shaky, and I knew what he was thinking. Mark had been after custody of Olivia for ages, and was still trying. However, he couldn’t do anything, not when I was named Olivia’s legal guardian and was Lucy’s next of kin.

“It’s about Mark, right?”

I chuckled lowly, nodding. “That obvious?”

“You’re like a mama bear in these cases.” He grinned, then patted my knee. “But now, I need my deputy to have a clear mind. God knows you help me keep mine all clear and sunny skies.”

“Gotcha, Sheriff.” I smiled as we pulled up to the house. “Hear you loud and clear.” I reached under the seat, pulling on my bulletproof vest and strapping it tight. I looked over, seeing that he’d done the same. “Shall we?”

“We shall, darlin’.” We got out at the same time as Jenny, making our way across the front yard before I tried the handle of the door, finding it locked. I nodded to Beau, who reared up and kicked the door open, all of us putting up our guns as we stormed the house. Jenny went to check the kitchen and living room, Beau heading upstairs while I took the basement. I crept down the stairs, treading light in fear of startling Will. I gently tried the door, hearing a little girl whimpering. Then I spotted a middle aged man holding a gun, and a small brunette girl hugged my legs, terrified.

“It’s ok.” I whispered, training my gun on Will Brown. “It’s ok, sweetheart. As for you,” My eyes focused on the man, “Sheriff’s department, put your hands where I can see ‘em-” He fired, and my trigger was pulled in a quick response, aiming for his shoulder while his bullet got me clean in the gut, which was caused by me moving to protect Harriet at the same time. The little girl screamed, while Beau and Jenny started yelling from upstairs. I collapsed against the wall, sliding down as Harriet crawled up to me, looking terrified.

“He hurt you.” She whispered, crying, but I shushed her and brought her head to my shoulder, ignoring the riddling pain in an attempt to soothe this little girl.

“Hey, it’s-” I was overcome by a cough as my hand moved to stem the flow of blood, “it’s ok, sweetheart. Perfectly fine, you’re safe, ok?” I stroked her hair, closing my eyes briefly as the red liquid stained my fingers. My head spun from how damn painful it was, like a thousand daggers piercing one spot on me, driving in slowly. “Just calm down for me, my friends are coming.”

As if on cue, Beau and Jenny rushed in, and once they realised that my attacker and Harriet’s kidnapper was downed, their attention turned to me. Beau instantly knelt in front of me while Jenny checked up on Will, his expression freaked out and pale. “Jesus- Jesus holy Christ, Belle, we’re gonna need a paramedic. Hoyt, call it in, now!” Then he turned back to me, putting his hands over the bullet wound to put pressure. I coughed slightly, hissing, but I kept stroking Harriet’s hair, not wanting her to get too scared.

“Just get her out of here.” I nodded to Harriet. “I’ll hold on, just keep her safe.” My bloodied hand reached out to grip Beau’s bare forearm. “Take her home.”

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Preview of Chapter Two

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kyzakii · 11 months

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flowers? kento yamazaki

☾ pairing :: non-actor!kento x gn!reader

☾ warnings :: intended lower case, mentions of having a bad day, burnout

☾ synopsis :: reader is having a hard time dealing with work so kento surprises her with flowers

you rub your eyes, sighing as you continue to stare at your computer trying to organise your work and simultaneously your thoughts, aiming to create a balance between the two.

you hear a knock at your front door, followed by the jingling of keys, indicating your boyfriend was home. you wanted to do nothing more than just talk to him about how stressed you had been lately, laying in his arms comfortably, but your intimidating amount of work kept you grounded.

you hear him walk towards your room and gently knock on your door before making his way in.

“hey”, he says softly.

“hi”, you respond.

your exhaustion must have coated your brief greeting as you saw your boyfriends smile drop.

kento adjusted himself adjacent to you on your shared bed, which was currently functioning as your workplace. he eyed the cups of coffee and piles of papers wearily as he asked you, “is there anything i can help with?”

you simply shake your head, declining his offer, eyes barely leaving the screen.

kento accompanied you for the next 30 minutes, neither of you exchanging any words as you type away on your computer. it was almost 9pm when kento decided to return you to your own company and walked out of the room, smiling warmly, before shutting the door.

after a while, you see his head peak in through the door as he says “hey, i need you to come outside.”

intrigued by what his sly smile was hiding, you decided to put your laptop down and follow him.

he takes you by the hand to the living area which was dimly lit with soft yellow lights and filled with the calming aroma of scented candles. you hear a soothing tune playing in the room as your boyfriend starts swaying your bodies to the sound. you let him lead you as you closed your eyes taking in this moment.

it was perfect. everything was perfect. his hands on your waist, your head on his shoulder, your messy little dance, it all felt perfect.

you feel kento pull away as he makes his way to the table at the opposite end of the room. bringing you a bouquet of flowers, he bows, mimicking princes from fairytales.

“flowers?”, he giggles.

“if you please”, you say following his lead.

you reach for the bouquet and feel kento pull you towards him, once again falling back into the rhythm of the music.

“when did you get them?”, you question.

“on my way home, but i needed the perfect time to show you.”

you smile as you feel the weight of your work lift off of you. he brings his lips closer to yours, giving you a small yet meaningful kiss, rather a reminder that no matter how hard you fall, he will always be there to pick you up.

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xanvasofxords · 1 year

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Thoughts On SaiTeru & Why It Makes Sense To Me

Honestly speaking, I wasn’t too big on this ship but over the time, it has definitely grown a lot on me and I’d actually like if they took that route. Mainly because Saiki ending up with someone other than Kokomi wouldn’t make sense, after all the progression they went through, ending up with each other is natural. Besides, whatever Kokomi wills eventually happens so if I had to guess I’d go with the prior lol. That aside, imo they fit each other the best.

I haven’t done ship analysis posts before so the sequence is pretty messy but I’ll try to keep it as organised as possible so it’s easier to read. Let’s start anyways :

Starting off with the very thing that places Kokomi at the top of the food-chain : her charms. Due to Saiki’s x-ray vision, that ability is rendered completely useless against him. As a result, Saiki recognises her for her true self and knows her inside out. While he’s aware of her flaws, he also witnesses her growth as a person. She makes true friends and starts to enjoy their company and care about them. For Saiki, she stops dreaming about marrying a rich guy and rejects Saiko.

Kokomi even gives up on playing the perfect pretty girl which she has been doing for years, just for his sake.

Likewise, Saiki’s psychic powers have little to no effect on Kokomi because she’s loved by the God himself and she gets whatever she wants. Regardless of how hard Saiki tries to win against her, he always ends up losing instead, all the while her likability with him increases.

Her efforts in her role, her wits and abilities surprise him enough to make him wonder if she’s actually perfect. He even goes as far as to say that they’re invincible together. Saiki goes from being half-scared of her powers to fully acknowledging and admiring her by the end.

Before Kokomi, Saiki has dealt with people who had crush on him- Imu and Chiyo. He made them give up on him with ease which resulted into him believing that it’s easy to move people’s hearts. Kokomi however, breaks that misconception by moving his own and shows him that she loves him just as he is and that won’t change.

And it’s because he’s aware that her feelings are genuine, unlike the other two, he stops resisting her completely and starts avoiding possible misunderstandings. When Kokomi changes herself to suit his tastes, Saiki doesn’t actively try to make her give up on him instead tries to revert her back to her usual self. He isn’t bothered by her feelings for him anymore, rather prefers her the way she is.

There are only a few times in the show when Saiki gets nervous. Even Nendou and Kusuke who he can’t use his telepathy on, don’t have that effect on him. Yet being alone with Kokomi makes him nervous. Prior to the mixer event, Saiki has been alone with her on more than one occasion. After that day however, Saiki’s perception of Kokomi changes. He’s aware that she truely loves him and won’t give up on him no matter how indifferent he acts towards her. It’s fairly new to him, accepting the fact that someone loves him despite all the odds and she actually manages to make him happy because of it.

Just like how Kokomi gives up on the most important thing for Saiki, being perfect that is, he does the same for her. Saiki hates drawing attention to himself and he puts a lot of efforts in that. However, he gives up on that without a moment’s thought and catches Kokomi in his arms in front of the entire school and takes her to the infirmary. There couldn’t be any better way to draw attention.

My point remains the same even if I don’t include this because Kokomi’s beauty has always been irrelevant in their relationship and this is the first and only time we see Saiki being attracted to someone. Ironically, Saiki reacts to seeing Kokomi just as any other guy would and he’s too transparent about it. Not to Kokomi but to the readers.

From time to time, Kokomi’s likability with Saiki increases to such point where he subconsciously sees her differently than others. I’m sure there are people who would disagree because Saiki makes exceptions for all his friends and Kokomi shouldn’t be different. There are multiple counter to that arguement.

One of the two is when Saiki turns invisible and shares a drink with Kokomi. Honestly, whatever happened in that chapter doesn’t make sense in the least.

Saiki has gone out of his way to get Kokomi’s valentines chocolates. I can say that’s because he loves sweets. He buys her a birthday gift : the cat mug, I can reason that he even got Chiyo a soft toy back when she was dating Takeru to make their relationship last. Several times he has gone out of his way to check up on his friends such as when Aren received a fake love letter or when Kaido and Chiyo had a misunderstanding and stayed with them the entire time to make sure everything was alright.

However, this time the only thing he has to do is avoid her and go home. Kokomi isn’t in any trouble nor does she need his help for anything. So he succeeds the moment he manages to lose her by getting up in the air. All he needs to do his teleport home.

But he doesn’t. We don’t know why.

He just turns invisible which saves him from the men searching for him, again he can teleport home or even walk home. But he just decides to sit there with her and share her drink for some reason and leaves only when she thinks of doing the same. Which is outright ridiculous because he could just leave the moment Kokomi lost him but he does the opposite and does exactly what Kokomi wanted on his own free will except, differently.

Last but not the least, the most significant moment is when Saiki hears Kokomi’s voice in the end. Having read the manga, it’s clear that Kokomi’s part is supposed to stand out from others but the added scene in the anime makes it more obvious.

I think there’s more to this moment than most talk about. Other than the fact that Saiki reacts to Kokomi’s name, what makes him smile is that even when Kokomi knows that her life is in danger, she still thinks about him. He realises that the girl he finds so troublesome truely does love him. And he knows that in the end, what she wants, will happen. Through him this time. Personally I think this scene acts as the trigger to Saiki realising that he needs his powers and he doesn’t actually hate being a psychic.

All in all, Kokomi is the only one who balances out Saiki perfectly and Saiki is the one who made her develop as a person. They’re compatible with each other and even Saiki believes that. Both have lasting impact on each other even without being able to use their respective powers which solidifies the fact that the progression is genuine. Both have polar opposite nature, Kokomi loves receiving attention while Saiki hates that. However when push comes to shove, Kokomi’s willing to sacrifice her perfect pretty girl role while Saiki’s ready to draw attention to himself despite all the efforts they both put into their respective places.

Kokomi influences Saiki’s thought process despite him being able to read her like an open book. She makes him guess his choices and decisions. She brings surprises and challenges in his life. Saiki does the same since he isn’t affected by her charms, he makes her focus on other things beside looks. And he’s literally the only one who recognises her for herself and not her beauty unlike her own brother. I could go on forever about how they complement each other but that’s for another day.

I may not be the biggest SaiTeru shipper out there but I most definitely think Saiki should either remain single or end up with Kokomi. I prefer the later.

#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki x teruhashi #teruhashi x saiki #terusai #saiteru #saiki kusuo #teruhashi kokomi

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wonderwithin-us · 10 months

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The dream you're looking for is in the work you're avoiding ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Guess who got their phone broken 💗 but it's alright, it's all ok now & I noted down all I did in the past 3 days. My exams were a little bad, really bad to be completely honest, but it's alright, it was my first time giving exams this semester and I learnt what I need to do.

11th of July, 2023 💕

100 days of productivity — day 5, week 1

Economic exam preparation ~ I was so confused, there were so many concepts I'd missed because of my sickness but I tried YouTube and notes online. Procrastination really did get the best of me. I need to lessen my use of insta, seriously, I think Tumblr is more safe in that regard.

Microeconomics — Introduction & Consumer's Equilibrium

Statistics — Introduction & Organisation of Data

I need to work on my graphs, practice more and overall concepts of microeconomics. Also, clear up my concepts on stats. It's easy, but revision is needed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

12th of July, 2023

100 days of productivity — day 6, week 1

Economics exam, yikes. Next exam was Psych the next day, so I was really nervous because I wanted to score well in it! ❣️

However.

Procrastination got to me, again. I studied for a while then thought it was too easy and I could do it at night, which, evidently, I couldn't.

I think rather than seeing easy topics as something to skip studying or take easy, I should put more effort in them so I can get them perfect and let it pay back to me.

What is Psychology? & Methods of Enquiry

I need to work on my basic concepts, esp in ch-2, and notes. Visual learning works best for me, and making my own notes is essential to my learning 📖

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

13th of July, 2023

100 days of productivity — day 7, week 1

Dear god, I think my psych exam was the most terrible. Which hurt me the most.

I really did lose hope after this. Not only did my incredibly unclear concepts and no notes not help, but the exam was extremely tough, the questions were really vague and I didn't understand them, and the worst of all, I literally forgot I had a whole section to do as objective even after rechecking. I lost 5 marks from that, maybe more.

That really hurt.

Tomm was English exam! I had seen what had happened in the last papers, so I really worked hard here.

I mostly focused on literature, since the creative writing formats were mostly very easy and took less than an hour.

Chapters with details are hard!

Anyways, I was really anxious until the end, and kept a few detailed chapters to the morning after to revise.

I really need to work on studying chapters I've missed before the exams come. It was so messy and frustrating trying to understand all these chapters with online notes and summaries, especially when the chapters are so open ended and the teacher is so strict with answers 💌

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

14 of July, 2023

100 days of productivity — day 8, week 2

WAR!!! IS!!! OVER!!!!

Final exam day, I was nervous but it was actually quite alright!

I absolutely need to work on my speed, though.

Also, I almost always exceeded the word limit in answers. So, I need to practice my creative writing more, not just in my head, but actually on paper, and be more perfectionist in my answers in literature.

I went out with my big brother to eat street food and it was all very lovely 🍝

I also wrote a lot of poetry, which I'm really quite proud of. I also received some really good news! 💕

New week! The first week was really, really overwhelming, and I don't want my future self to end up like that again. It was exhausting and hurtful and I want to get better.

In the end, I've got a lot of stuff to work with and I'm really proud of my self to survive all this! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* I hope nothing but peace upon my future.

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lucy90712 · 9 months

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Pedri- Messy

WC: 2.2k

I thought moving in with Pedri would be great we spent so much time together that it just made sense to officially move in together. I was always at his during the day and barely even slept at my place so it felt stupid paying the rent to only be there for a few hours a week. I thought it would be a simple transition as I thought I knew pretty much everything there is to know about Pedri but I was wrong. Turns out Pedri has been hiding the fact that he's actually a complete mess most of the time. He must have actually bothered to put things away or tidy when I was just visiting but now I've moved in he's stopped that and the place is a constant mess.

Everyday I come home from work and spend at least an hour washing dishes or picking up Pedri's training kit that he's just leaves all over the place. Today is my day off and usually I would do things I like to do such as go to the gym, read a book or catch up on my favourite shows but today I had to clean. I've been doing loads of overtime this week as I had a big deadline so I haven't been able to do the tidying I would do each day and now the whole house is a mess to the point that I can't stand to look at it any longer. It was hard to know where to even begin but after walking around to get ready I decided the best way forward was to start with all of my things and then work through each room.

Over the course of the day I went round and tidied then deep cleaned each room as the place was very much in need of it. It took me all day I was at it from when Pedri left for training to when he came back after meetings and other filming he had to do. By the time I was done my back and arms were hurting from the constant bending down and scrubbing. As much as it was hard work it felt so good to have it done and see all my hard work pay off as the house was truly spotless for probably the first time since Pedri moved in.

Just as I finished putting away all my cleaning supplies the door opened and Pedri came in and put his bag on the floor to come and give me a hug and a few kisses which were much appreciated. After greeting me he headed upstairs to change taking his bag with him but leaving his shoes and his boots in the middle of the entrance which any other day might not bother me but today annoyed me a bit. I put them where they are supposed to be and then headed upstairs myself to go and change as I had got a bit sweaty from cleaning. When I got to our bedroom I almost had a heart attack as yet again Pedri's stuff was everywhere and he had messed up everything I had organised neatly on his side of the room. Although it really wasn't that big of a deal it physically hurt to see everything that I had done all day be ruined in a matter of minutes. I could feel anger bubbling up inside of me as not only did Pedri not acknowledge that I had even cleaned the place he just went and made it a mess again expecting me to clean it up at some point like I'm some sort of maid and not his girlfriend.

"Baby can you put this stuff away please?" I asked him as nicely as I could as I entered the room

He completely ignored me and kept looking through his draws for something specific. The longer he ignored me the angrier I got but I didn't want to start an argument so I turned away to try and calm myself down until he actually spoke.

"Why do you always do this where the fuck have you put everything" he yelled

"Woah don't yell at me what are you looking for?" I asked angrily

"It doesn't even matter why are you so obsessed with putting everything in a certain place I hate it just leave my stuff where it is" he continued to yell

"But the place is a constant mess Pedri I can't live like that I cleaned this entire place today and all you do is come home and mess it up" I argued

"Well if you didn't hide all my stuff then the place wouldn't be such a mess" he retorted

"But it would be I'm the only one who ever picks anything up don't tell me you haven't noticed the state of the place this week when I've been too busy to clean I have turned into your maid Pedri not your girlfriend" I said

"I never asked you to do it so don't complain to me about it" he said

We were only going to keep fighting and getting angrier until we both said things we would regret so I decided to just walk out. On my way out I grabbed my phone and keys before just sitting in my car trying to decide where to go while thinking about everything that just happened. In the end I decided to go to Gavi's place as the two of us are really close plus he should be home. Along the way I calmed down so I wasn't so angry anymore instead my anger turned into sadness as I felt tears brimming in my eyes. Pedri and I never argue so when we do it always feels awful and now we have moved in together I worry about us drifting apart and eventually splitting up.

By the time I actually made it to Gavi's the tears had started falling even though it's only a short journey. Before actually going to the door I tried to wipe the ears from my face and hide the redness as I know Gavi will worry if I turn up crying but it didn't really work. When I actually knocked on the door I started to hope Gavi wasn't in. I mean why did I choose to to go to Pedri's best friends place after an argument we might be close but there's no way he'd take my side and even if he did I don't want to ruin their friendship. Before I could turn around and get back in my car the door opened and Gavi looked at me for a second before pulling me straight into a hug. When he pulled away he led me inside and sat down next to me on the sofa in silence for a few moments before starting to speak.

"What did he do?" Gavi asked

"Nothing we just had an argument and I needed to go somewhere before it went too far" I lied

"Now I know that's a lie you wouldn't be so upset if it was just an argument" he said

"Fine since we moved in together I noticed that Pedri never cleans up anything and usually I do it but this week I've been so busy with work that it all built up so today I deep cleaned everything and then when Pedri came home he just made a complete mess of everything I just feel like he doesn't appreciate me making an effort to keep the place clean" I ranted

"So he's being an asshole just like I expected" Gavi joked

"Yeah I guess so" I replied

"Look Pedri can be annoying but trust me he loves and appreciates you he is just very set in his ways and clearly having the place be a mess is one of them over time he will change I promise but in the meantime you have to get used to messy Pedri" he explained

"Thanks Gavi hearing that makes me feel better" I said

Pedri's POV

I was arguing with y/n when it just went quiet so I stopped what I was doing to find her as she never usually just walks away without saying anything. Just as I was about to head downstairs to see if she was down there I heard the front door shut which meant she had really just left in the middle of a fight. It made me more angry that she would just leave and not try and work through this as we never fight but when we do she always makes sure we don't stay angry at each other. As I thought about it more instead of staying angry I felt really bad especially when I went back into the bedroom and saw how much of a mess it was.

Y/n has spent her day off cleaning instead of doing what she wants and I can't even keep it tidy for more than 5 minutes. I know I'm not the tidiest person in the world and I always just leave things places but I always know where everything is but y/n has always been very neat and likes things to have their place. Before we moved in together I used to actually clean a bit more as I wanted to make her feel comfortable staying with me but since she has officially moved in I stopped trying and went back to my old ways. I have noticed that each day when I come home the place is cleaner than when I left which doesn't happen magically so y/n spends her free time doing that even though I know cleaning isn't her favourite thing to do.

Of course I had to go and start an argument just because I was in a bad mood and couldn't find what I wanted. I just feel awful that I shouted at her for something that's really my own fault after she put in all that work all day. All I wanted was to tell her how sorry I was but she left for a reason so I know I need to give her some time to calm down before I either wait for her to come home or go and find her. To really show her how sorry I am instead of just saying it I decided that I would actually tidy my things and organise them so that I can put them away and still know where they are to make the both of us happy.

It took a while but eventually everything was put away so I ran downstairs to head out and find y/n to apologise. I would wait for her to come home but I can't wait any longer before I apologise and make things better. It didn't take long for me to work out where she had gone as out of everywhere she could go when she's upset she would go to a friends and one of her closest friends is Gavi. Just to be sure I text Gavi to ask him if y/n was there before I headed there to see her.

Your POV

Gavi and I played video games together as that was he was doing before I arrived until someone knocked on his door so he got up to answer it. I didn't look over until I heard a familiar voice and I knew exactly who it was but I still turned around to check and of course it was Pedri. He looked at me before coming over and sitting next to me; he tried to put his arm around me but I moved away not wanting him to touch me until we talked things through. There was silence for a few minutes as we sat alone after Gavi left us to talk.

"I'm really sorry love" Pedri said breaking the silence

"Do you understand why I was even mad in the first place?" I asked

"I do and I'm really sorry I shouldn't leave you to clean everything and I should've appreciated everything you have done today on your day off" he said

"I'm just really used to living on my own and being able to leave things where I want that I didn't think about changing that when you moved in and I'm sorry from now on I promise I will try and be tidier and we will share out the chores so it's not just you doing them" he added

"Thank you babe I appreciate that I just wanted you to understand that I don't want to do everything only for it to be a mess the next day" I explained

"I understand that now as soon as you left I felt awful and I cleaned everything up and organised my things so I know where they all are so the place will be tidier from now on" he said

We made up and decided to move on from the argument and just both do better at communicating from now on. He went to pull me in and this time I allowed it so he hugged me tightly and gave me a few kisses before picking me up so we could go back home. I tried to tell him that I took my car but he just said that we would worry about it tomorrow so I gave up trying to tell him and just let him bring me home. We both said goodbye to Gavi before Pedri drove us home where Pedri made dinner and we watched my favourite show which usually Pedri hates for the rest of the evening. He also made an effort to keep things tidy throughout the evening which made me happy that he finally understood that the place isn't just his anymore.

#pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagines #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri imagine

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didishawn · 1 year

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Im begging you for a Ferran smuuuut, you are so fucking talented with your writing!!!!

Off limits (Ferran x Lewandowski! Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, size kink, Lewy as an overprotective brother, he is not dating Sira on this

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There is an unwritten rule in football.

Sisters are off limits.

Doesn't matter how attracted you are to a teammate's sister, how much chemistry you have, how much she is begging you with her eyes to fuck her, you mustn't, you can't, or there will be trouble.

Ferran had never truly thought much about the rule, he liked it really, never been able to imagine his sister dating one of his teammates, so he always guessed it was an ok rule.

That is until you entered his life.

Robert Lewandowski was exactly what Barça was waiting for, a joy after Messi's departure that broke everyone's hearts.

The man was awesome too, both as a footballer and as a person, even if still a bit confused with Spanish, he always gave his best to get along with teammates.

Soon after his arrival, he decided to organise a house party, a pool one taking chance of the summer heat, searching to strengthen relationships with his new team.

That's when Ferran met you, dressed in a skimpy bikini and a cheerful smile, trying your best to communicate with the team.

He felt a sense of pride towards himself and his time on Manchester when Pedri lamented not knowing English next to him, Gavi was too young, same with Balde, he cursed Eric and Ansu because how they didn't waste a second to surround you.

There was joy in his heart though, when he noticed he was the one you had set your pretty eyes on.

There were bright smiles on your faces as you chatted, he fell in love with your giggling, how you twirled your hair, how you were not afraid at all to show him exactly how attracted you were to him. How you played with his chain and complimented him on it, compliments algo being thrown at his physique, you were flirting when you asked him to sometime help you to work out.

You were a minx, a temptation that he unfortunately realised he couldn succumb when he felt Robert Lewandowski's hard gaze on his back. So he was set on forgetting about you and your sultry smile that he knew he could never have.

You didn't let him though, showing up to matches, training, yet ignorant to his presence you were not about to drag yourself after him -that was something he had to do if he truly wanted you.

And God, does he want you.

Ferran feels as if flying, a goal and an assistance after so long, he felt it as a way to answer to all those internet trolls that have nothing better to do than tearing him down.

Lewandowski, ever the great man, offers to take them all out to dinner.

And of course you are here how could you not? All pretty with your brother's number on your back, laughing at whatever Ansu and Eric - the other winner of the night, afe telling you. His jaw is clenched, and he feels like fighting his friends.

There is a moment where your eyes meet, yours dating him, teasing him to get him to talk to you after so long, still, he doesn't dare to, not with your brother watching them all, making sure none of them get too close to his dear little sister.

The table starts to empty, players wanting to rest with their families back home, Lewandowski leaves with a warning eye, daring everyone to even try anything with you, asking you to not come home late.

Pedri and Gavi -ever the duo, leave. Only Ansu, Eric, him and you are left.

"Do you want us to take you home? It's on our way" Ansu asks you, he too about to leave along Eric.

You shake your head with a kind smile "No, it's alright, I am not going directly home tonight"

They all rise an eyebrow, curious, yet no one dares to ask. It's only you and him left, and not even like that you talk to him, picking up your stuff and walking out from the restaurant, he follows close behind.

"Soo, what are you doing now?" you give him a side eye.

"So we are on talking terms again?"

"We always have!"

"So what was that about ignoring me?"

"You ignored me too"

"I ignored you because you started, I wasn't about to follow you around like a lost puppy"

Ferran is regretful "Well, I just felt kind of scared I guess. Your brother's glare is enough to kill a man"

You huff "Don't you tell me, always scaring off my boyfriends and reminding me about some unwritten rule about-"

"-sisters being off limits"

"Yeah, exactly"

The two of you are quiet, eyes on each other.

"You have no idea how I wish the rule didn't exist, you have no idea how much I want you since seeing you walking around in that tiny bikini of yours"

"I may or may have not already seen you around and decided to put it on to make an impression"

"God, you are killing me over here"

"You know..." you take a step closer, looking up to him, you hand playing with jewelery on his neck "... what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him"

Ferran doesn't answer for a second, his gaze doesn't falter from yours.

".... Get in my car"

That's how you end up like this, your legs over Ferran's shoulders, his hips pistoning into yours, completely filling you up, his pace doesn't falter as his lips are on yours.

"God, you feel so fucking tight around me, darling. So small, I can fucking see me inside of you" he is rambling, isn't even sure of what he is saying.

His hands push against the bulge on your stomach, making you whine out, both of your moans are uncontrollable.

"You have no idea how long I have waited for this, my love. From the first time I set eyes on you, I wanted you. Hated how everyone surrounded you when you should have been mine from the first moment"

"Fuck you and your morals for making me wait so long, god, Ferran, you are so big, can feel you so fucking deep"

His figure completely envelopes you, if someone were to enter the room they wouldn't be able to see you. He is so big everywhere in comparison to you, he is everywhere you look, everything you want, you want him to fill you up to the brim.

Youe hand reaches towards the jewelery adorning his neck, pulling him to meet your lips again, he separates, grinning down at you "I am starting to think you have a kink with my chain"

"I do, I am not ashamed of it"

He lazily grins, his hips are nothing alike, the bed is shaking, you hope a dent won't from on the wall, but it seems likely.

"God, I am coming soon, darling. Cum with me pretty"

His words bring you to extasis, finally finding the release you have waited so much to come from this man, your walls tighten around him, he whines, groans, moans all the sounds that get you hornier.

You are on cloud 9 as he continues to fuck you, his cock slamming into you, his hips start to tremble before you finally feel him fill you up, he falls into your chest, breathing heavily but not coming out.

He notices your faraway look, kissing your cheek, massaging your sides.

"Come on, darling, we are not done yet, we have months to make up for"

Needless to say, as you arrive home the next Morning, Robert is furious, more so when you refuse to say to whom the marks on your neck belong to.

And when it doesn't take long for him to figure out who the giver is, Ferran is sure the man has a future on private investigation after retiring as he runs away from the Polish.

#barca #fc barca #pedri #spanish nt #barcelona #spain national team #spain nt #ferran torres imagine #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres smut #ferran torres #ferran #Gavi #Ansu fati #eric garcía

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thistlefaethfort · 1 month

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RED

— read six colours first, and purple second or this might not make sense!

— ao3 link!

Jawbone was a revelation for Sandra Lynn, and the perfect mix of endlessly patient and understanding that meant she could mess up and ask for forgiveness. He was, she smiled to herself and strode through the broad swathes of grass, a little less subtle than some situations called for. Her hip pushed the door open and she carried her armful of flatpack boxes into Seacaster Manor, hoping the girls weren’t giving him too much trouble as he tried to solo wrangle them into the highschool for the first time in a while. Lydia was busy dusting out the cobweb covered basement room next to Fig’s, one with large clean floors that they could mop up and make into a good dance studio, and Sandralynn had yet again started her day in an argument with Jace Stardiamond to call out sick for Fabian so he had a day to settle in.

She hadn’t realised Cathilda was gone too. If she had… Well, if she had, Sandralynn’s heart probably wouldn’t be so heavy in her throat as she dropped the boxes on the counter. It felt like one more tick on a list of checks that were slowly and more frequently reminding her that she let these kids down. How long had it been since a grown adult had asked Fabian if he was okay? Not since his mom had left on the cruise, not whilst they had been on their last quest to save the world, she could only hope it had been immediately before that. There was a sneaking suspicion in the back of her mind that no one had asked him how he was since the Bad Kids had come home from defeating the Nightmare King. So he was moving in. She had asked if he wanted to the night before when he had appeared in their home for a fourth night in a row, and he had seemed so affronted at the thought anyone might think he needed help, that she had pushed Lydia to ask again more sincerely.

‘Sandra Lynn?’ Fabian asked with all the cheer he had in him so early in the day as he emerged at the bottom of the grand stairs and pad his way towards the kitchen where she was stood slowly putting cardboard together. He opened a cupboard and reached in blindly, ignoring the waterfall of fried rice that seemed to be showering him. The woman sighed deeply and decided to ignore it as well, nodding at some of the boxes she had already built up.

‘Grab some stuff, you’re moving into the slightly less huge manor kid,’ Sandra Lynn hummed and clutched the to go mug of tea she had poured that morning, feeling the warmth of it seep into her hand. She didn’t need to look around too hard; there had been parties here, a shit ton of them, they had got messy. She could tell with a glance that it was too big a house for a teenage boy to live in alone, the parties were probably the only times it was loud enough in here for him to feel close to people.

With a groan that suggested it was too early to be bossed around, Fabian started the march back up the stairs and she followed. His room wasn’t what she had been expecting — it was messy and she tried not to judge but the whole place stank of must since it had been so long since the curtains had been opened last — but there was organisation to it: his books were all lined up neatly along one shelf, his owl bear jacket hung on the hook behind the door, and his desk was a carefully organised space with the small calendar she had brought one of for each of the Bad Kids propped up against the wall behind it. It was red, a bright version of the colour that wasn’t blood or crimson, but reminded Sandra Lynn of going to work in September, when all the leaves were red and crispy at the edges. They were exciting, fluttering through the sky or across the ground in swirling spirals. For the most part, that was how she saw Fabian; excitable and happy, more understanding than most but easy to understand. Fabian Seacaster was confident and bright, beaming red, and she wouldn’t see it dulled for anything in the world. Especially not because Gilear and Hallariel had thought it was okay to skip out on the end part of parenting a little early (and already last night Jawbone had held her hand in his so gently and helped her write an email to the duo so that she wouldn’t lose her cool in a face to face conversation with them).

What really caught Sandra Lynn’s attention though, was the writing all over it. She had half expected all of the kids to take home the little packages she made and half heartedly set them up before forgetting, once again she supposed she hadn’t had enough faith in them. She moved closer to the calendar, picking it up, ruffling a hand through white hair as she passed the teenager starfish on the floor, trying to pull old clothes out from under the bed.

In beautiful looping handwriting that Sandra Lynn knew was her sweet Adaine’s, was a repeating ‘Mordred Manor’ across each week from Friday to Monday, and Fig and Kristen’s scratchy hand had scrawled hearts and devil faces and stars all around that lovely script. On Tuesdays, in all-caps, was ‘Lux. Apps’ and she realised it must have been Riz’s writing. Wednesdays just had a little tree drawn in them in silver pencil and Sandra Lynn sniffed, snapping a picture and sending it to the groupchat of Bad Parents, before folding it up carefully and putting it on top of the other stuff in the box she had been packing. The only other things inside had been the laptop and yearbooks, the pile of homework, and a folder of information about colleges that she didn’t think Fabian had put together himself. She was more careful with the calendar than she had been with anything else.

Her phone started to buzz with responses and she only looked at the first row of crying emojis from Sklonda. Clearly, she had come to the same realisation as Sandra Lynn had, that — even before an adult had figured it out — their kids had been taking care of each other, making sure no one felt alone.

She put the full box by the bedroom door and joined the boy on the floor, crouching next to his prone form and almost frowned but just resisted. She wanted to ask if he was okay, if he was feeding himself, if someone was making him kippers when he was sad. Instead, she stood again and groaned at how loud her knees clicked at the movement — she was getting old — before extending out a hand to pull Fabian up as well. He had a box of his own full of folded but clearly not clean clothes and Sandra Lynn put her hands on her hips, meeting the teenager's eyes for the first time that morning. It took a moment of quiet as she tried to figure out what to say without sounding condescending. That had never been her ballpark but she had to try. ‘I’m listening if you want to talk, Fabian. I’m no guidance counsellor and I’m certainly no Bad Kid, but we all care about you.’

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Uh? Hello?

/click/

Cellbit

Uh, hello? I’m not really sure how to start this... suppose I should introduce myself first, I am Cellbit, the new head archivist of the Federation Census Bureau. Still not entirely sure how I landed this position, but I’m not going to refuse it, a promotions a promotion in my eyes.

I was allowed to pick some assistants to help me out, they didn’t really give me a limit on how many I could pick (that they told me about) but I’ve decide to pick three, from various departments within the federation itself. Roier, from exploration, Fit from the clean-up crew and, Etoiles from security, all pretty chill guys, though sometimes ONE of them can get on my nerves…

But I digress.

My predecessor, Bagi, was a very organised woman, and everything, though weirdly done, is actually rather ordered when you think about it for more than five seconds. However, I personally enjoy audio recordings, if find them easier to listen back to if research is needed. For some strange reason however my usual recording equipment wont work, so here we are! With an old tape recorder I found in the desk here.

Anyways, suppose I should start the recording of the actual statement…

On then!

Statement of Phil… no last name given, regarding how he met his wife. Original statement given 23rd of February, 1934. Audio recording by Cellbit, Head archivist of the Federation, Census Bureau, recorded 27th of October 2023, recording begins.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck is HE of ALL people giving a statement, well, consider it a gift! Don’t get so annoyed mate, I only want to repair the relations between us, trust me, just let me tell you my story! It’s a good one.

I first met her when I had supposedly died, I know, very typical of her, but I was just another guy back then! Well, like any self-respecting gentleman, I introduced myself. To say she was confused was an understatement, turns out you’re not meant to be able to speak after death, you’re not even meant to be able to move! Personally, I like to say it was love at first sight, she says, she despised me at first sight. To be fair to her, I was a man who couldn’t die, and her a woman who fed on the dying wishes of men, but plenty of couples have WAY bigger fights when they first meet!

Well, she let me go, I mean she couldn’t really take me, I wasn’t dead. For some reason though, we kept on bumping into each other, always when we were working as well so we could never have a proper conversation. Annoying right? She had to properly prepare the person for consumption, and I always had to get rid of the body! Really hard to flirt when you’re picking up organs that have been thrown against the walls (very messy as well, had to burn that shirt, I liked that shirt…).

To be honest, I always knew that I wasn’t normal, I mean there’s plenty of circumstances I’ve been in where I should’ve died, plenty! I just thought I was a lucky guy, but well, when one survives a hanging, people start to question a bit too much, and well, to put it simply I had to go into hiding! It was rather lonely; I mean don’t get me! It was nice, I made friends with the local crows, they turned into my first murder actually!

Anyways, it was about 25 years or so into this when she visited me, turns out she’d been getting pretty lonely herself! And, well, apparently the other immortal people she knows kept on trying to either fight her or get her to join their own groups, which, just rude! That is not how you get a lady’s attention! So she came to visit since were both so connected with death!

Well, she kept on visiting and eventually I realised everyone who wanted me dead would’ve been dead, so I came out of hiding! That was about 45 years ago, we got married a couple years after and well, you guys know the rest! We started our own group, made a pact with one of the hunts avatars, gotten pretty powerful!

Also I’ve learnt about all the guys and all that, kinda hard not too when you have my job!

Come on now, that’s what you wanted right? A story? A peace offering? Well there you have it! Enjoy, I have a meeting to get too.

/click/

Well. That was certainly something, I found that statement in the drawers of this desk when I was looking for stationery and thought it a good place to start.

I guess you could say I’m in shock? I mean it really just reassured what I’d already known, I knew stuff existed, I kinda needed too…

Either way, kinda hard to get information on a statement that’s nearly 100 years old, Fit was able to get some information on some serial killings from the 1800’s that he reckons might be related, but I say it’s a bit of a stretch.

/sigh/

Well, better than nothing for the first one! I swear I also heard him talking about an old war buddy…

/click/

#qsmp #au #the federation files au #the magnus archives #tma #tma au #cellbit #fanfic #fanfiction #roier #fitmc #philza #ffau #long post

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aseriesofunfortunatejan · 6 months

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Something that makes Fukawa even more relatable to me in Danganronpa Another Episode is her frustration that Komaru keeps saying "she can't do anything because she's just a normal girl, she's not great like her".

It seems obvious to the player that when Komaru says this, it's completely unfair: we know Fukawa to be a struggling mess. But what makes it clear is that Komaru already used this argument before she knew Fukawa was an Ultimate. It was never a fair comparison, it was never about being impressed that she's an Ultimate: she always used this as a tool to put herself down.

Komaru knows Fukawa has DID, she also knows she's deathly terrified of the dark. She sees her being messy in those moments. But it doesn't matter, because she's already decided that Fukawa is stronger than her.

This is something I always go through. For some reason, those around me, my friends, always decide that things are somehow easier for me. Oftentimes because I present myself as an emotionally mature individual, sometimes because there are specific things I'm good at (and as much as this sounds like nothing but a quality, it also happens to be a criterion for certain diagnoses - and "specific" bears a lot of the weight). My successes aren't because of my hard work, they're because I'm naturally good, naturally the smartest, naturally the strongest. Those sound so much like compliments they easily go unchecked, and yet, they're extremely dismissive of my reality.

On one hand because it doesn't matter how much I'm struggling, people will not help me because they think I have it figured out somehow. (Because I'm so smart and always in control.) On the other, my successes are turned against me - I can't support a friend going through something I have experience with "because they can't do these things, they were easy for me because I'm so smart and so strong, but they're normal so they can't." Which is completely untrue.

Which is extremely hurtful. Those times in my life I suffered immensely, I felt lost and alone, are dismissed as easy - for me, though. Not for them.

Those struggles I have that I work through, it turns out I supposedly don't really have, because it's easy for me to get through them - it's difficult for them, though.

It's frustrating. It's frustrating because people are refusing your help, it's frustrating because they're dismissing your struggles. The traumas I overcame are an important part of who I am, but this rhetoric dismisses them. The struggles I work through everyday are inherent to my experience, but to this rhetoric, they don't exist.

It's evident that Fukawa is traumatised and that she struggles everyday, but Komaru has convinced herself that still, she's fine. It's easy for her. She's hurting both herself and Fukawa in the process. This is very realistic and relatable. She thinks she's only putting herself down, but she's really dismissing the both of them.

To come back to the example of people putting themselves down, comparing themselves to abilities that I do have - re: the criterion for diagnosis - I'm still shaken by a time when a friend of mine, who had always talked about how much he wanted to organise his own RP, which I always said I wanted to be a part of, when he finally did, never told me about it. He organised and started it without telling me a word about it. I was so shocked, and so hurt, when he randomly brought up that they were midway through it, seemingly unaware that I would feel extremely rejected. I thought it meant he didn't like me. It turned out it was because he thought I was so good at writing that his story was beneath my level and it would be insulting to invite me to it. This friend of multiple years saw me as a good writer more than he saw me as a friend. It wasn't the compliment he thought it was. It's not like he engages actively with my writing either - it's a story he largely made up in his head, to put himself down, using a glimpse of my abilities as a tool. Now imagine if Fukawa finally made a friend who liked literature and writing, and they didn't invite her to their event.

#danganronpa #jan essay #drae #danganronpa another episode

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sinfulforrest · 9 months

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Underwear Thief

Trace x Gender Neutral Reader

1.8k Words

Explicit smut!! If anybody under the age of 18 interacts with this, I will block them.

Warnings: yandere content, stalking, object marking, stealing underwear, breaking and entering, heavy delusions

Content: trans male character, scent and sweat kinks, masturbation, indirect kisses, general Trace delusions because he just loves you so much~

Summary: Trace decides to pluck up the courage to visit your apartment whilst you're not home, but ends up getting a lot more flustered than he thought he would...

He knew it was wrong.

Trace knew that it was wrong, so so wrong as he stood there grasping your spare stolen apartment key as he shakily unlocked the door, his head jerking and swivelling around every time he heard noises coming from your neighbours across the hall. You were so annoyed when you had found out that you’d lost your spare key, and he hoped that you’d find it in your heart to forgive him for it one day.

He knew it was wrong that he knew your daily schedule, that you’d be out doing your grocery shopping for the week today at your usual shop of choice halfway across the town for a few hours, leaving him plenty of time for him to summon the courage to enter your welcoming abode whilst you were away.

Yet he still pressed forward, taking short, shaky steps forward like that of a newborn deer as he entered your small apartment, stifling a groan as the smell of you was immediately caught by his keen nostrils. Before he got too overwhelmed, he locked the door behind him and let out a shaky breath, running both hands against his flushed sweaty face and through his fluffy ginger hair.

He felt like he was in heaven.

He was well and truly surrounded by you; all the little quirks that made you…well, you, were laid before him just for his eyes only, and he swore to himself that he would commit this sight to his memory. The way you organised your furniture, the pictures and little knick-knacks here and there, the homeliness of it all…he’d just need to visit a little more often, just to make sure that his memory of your save haven was correct in his mind.

He walked over to the little makeshift kitchen area you had- dishes were piled in the sink ready to be cleaned and your drinks glasses were on the side of the sink waiting to be cleansed after the plates. He sighed to himself, picking up one of the glasses, looking at it experimentally.

Then, his eyes homed in on the delicious sight of your lip reside at the rim of the glass, painting the otherwise dull glass with your mark. He swallowed thickly, bringing the glass closer to his own face. The glass fogged with each depraved breath he took, but the shape of your lips remained on the glass like the shape of your entire being remained within the inside of his head. Licking his lips, he brought the cup up to his mouth and kissed around the mark your gorgeous lips left for him, before licking around it and groaning.

An indirect kiss.

The best he was going to get for a while as he figured out how to win your heart.

He leant against the counter panting madly as he felt himself grow wetter with each kiss and lick that he gave the glass desperately wishing that the fragile and hard coolness of the glass would one day be replaced by your soft and sweet trembling lips against his own hungry ones.

After removing your essence from the glass, he quickly ran it under your tap and dried it on a piece of nearby cloth to remove his marks from it, and with a barely supressed shudder he thought of you drinking from that very glass, completely unaware that his lips and spit had claimed it for another indirect kiss…

His eyes began to roam around your domain yet again, however, still eager to take in any and all of your essence that he could, and his eyes settled on your messy nest of a bed. His lips quirked up into a small smile, gazing at the adorable little mess that you’d left your bed in; a bundle of blankets and a quilt were screwed together from where you’d thrown them off that morning, alongside several soft plush toys that sat by your pillows. It looked incredibly comfortable, and Trace wished he could be snuggled up in this little bed with you pressed up against his large, muscular frame.

Trace knelt by the bedframe, slowly reaching out for the crumpled pillow that had an indent from where you had slept soundly against it. He dragged his large fingers down the soft fabric, and unable to hold himself back any longer, he thrust his head in the indent to inhale your sweet scent.

Heat shot straight between his legs and right into his core- your pillow smelt divine. He recognised the scent of your favourite shampoo as he thrust his nose against the plushness, desperately trying to take in your scents, and the more he inhaled deeply, the more he could smell the faint smell of sweat, your sweat, your beautiful scent that he wished he could breathe in whenever he wanted, your sweat that he wished he could lap up from your gorgeous skin…and alongside that, he could smell the faint traces of the lavender washing detergent that he had used from when he had washed your clothes and bedlinen for you a few weeks back.

He pulled away, panting heavily as he nuzzled his bearded chin against the pillow. He laid one single kiss in the little indent, then tried his best to reposition the pillow back to where it was so that you’d be none the wiser.

He shuffled around on the floor, moving his hands onto the little carpet before your bed to keep himself steady, only to find himself freezing as he felt something with a much different texture to the carpet. He covered his mouth as he let out a whine, his eyes widening like saucers from behind his rapidly fogging up glasses as he stared at what was underneath his large hand- a pair of your underwear. Right there. Below his hand. Touching his skin. His. Skin.

He knew it was wrong but didn’t care as he hastily stuffed the cute little shorts into the pocket of his jeans, staggering up as he struggled to find and hold your stolen key between his fingers. Just as quickly as he entered, he left, making sure to lock up behind him so that your wonderful little world would be accessible to nobody else but you and him.

He practically sprinted back to his apartment building, desperate to get back home to he could alleviate the painful throbbing from between his legs that sent pulses to every nerve in his body. People stared at him as he raced down the busy streets, but he didn’t care- he was a man on a mission, and he needed to get home as fast as he could.

Finally, he entered his block of flats, and took the elevator up to his floor; usually he’d walk up the fight of stairs, using it as a nice pre-workout, but right now he couldn’t care, he needed to be home and in bed as soon as possible. Speedwalking across to his door he quickly unlocked and locked the door and raced off to his bedroom.

The familiar sight of his four-poster bed filled him with relief as he took off his shirt, crawling onto the incredibly soft mattress. He let himself sink into it, pulling out your underwear from his trouser pocket before discarding of the jeans too.

With one hand Trace immediately put the underwear against his face, groaning as he found his other hand slipping its way under the elastic band of his boxers, travelling and grazing against his thick pubes as his hand found its way to his erect clit. He moaned unashamedly, setting a fast pace as his large digit circled his clit. He wished that you could be sitting on his face right now, using him for your own pleasure, rubbing yourself against his sharp angled face and his delicious feeling facial hair…

He poked his tongue out, lapping at your essence that you’d left in your underwear; you tasted so sweet against his ravenous tongue, and he swore to himself that he would taste and sample your forever if he ever got permission from you. He stopped circling his throbbing nub to peel away his underwear from his now sweaty clammy skin, and his hand resumed the fast rapid circling it had been doing before.

He moved his other hand towards his dripping cunt, swiping up a copious amount of his slick with his forefinger and his middle finger in order to lube them up, and his fingers glided deep within his pussy with barely any resistance. He groaned deeply, the sound reverberating within his large chest and began sucking at the now soiled and spit-soaked underwear and he pistoned his fingers in and out of his hole, the stimulation from his clit making his pussy clench and twitch around his fingers.

God he wished that your fingers were in him instead, he wished that you could just nestle in between his thighs and just use him for your pleasure, he wished he had you, he wished that you wanted him…but that would come soon, he knew it, he would break down your walls one way or another and would make you fall for him, make you come undone for him. He would have you, own your heart, and you would own his.

You would both become one.

The rapid thoughts and the repeated rambling of your name tumbling from his lips began to make a coil within his core tighten, and his fingers began to pick up speed. He didn’t care about the noise, about the frankly whorish way he was moaning for you and the slick squelches that his cunt was producing, he wanted the world to know how much he loved you.

And with that, the coil snapped.

White hot pleasure rippled through him as he felt his walls grip and spasm against his thick fingers, and he curled them up against the deepest part of him whilst he bucked against his hand. He removed his hand from his clit, overstimulated now, and instead just pressed it against the underwear that covered most of his face. All he could feel right now was the beautiful scent and taste of you and your musk that danced around his hungry maw and nose, and the maddening ripples of pleasure that coursed through his body as his cunt pathetically clenched and twitched around his fingers.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from his dripping wet hole and moved the underwear next to him so that he could lick them clean of his slick. The thought of you shyly licking the slick off his fingers made him flush, but he was knocked down by the sudden pleasant wave of tiredness that washed over him.

He curled up on the covers, panting as he stared at the soaked underwear before him, this beautiful little holder of you and your essences all for him and him alone…he closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of the afterglow, wrapping his arms around a pillow and squeezing it tightly.

He’d have to give the underwear back to you the next time you asked him to wash your laundry, but for now…he was going to make as much use of it as he could before your gorgeous scent ended up escaping from the fabric for good.

#forrest's fiction #the hunt for love #thfl #trace thfl #yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #male yandere x you #yandere writing #yandere drabble #yandere x you

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mimble-sparklepudding · 2 years

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Seven Capital Virtues - OC Asks!

Well I thought I would have a go at making one of these, since I reblog a lot of them. I've seen a few (extremely good) OC Ask lists based on the Seven Deadly Sins, so naturally I decided to do the complete opposite.

Chastity:

Is your OC a virgin? If not then how was their first sexual or romantic experience?

Does, or did, your OC consider sexual purity to be an important concept? If this is something about which they have changed their mind then what prompted this?

Are they judgemental about the romantic or sexual lives of others? Do they believe that monogamy is the only true form of relationship? Or do they view others who are less sexually adventurous as dull or repressed?

Do they ever play matchmaker for their friends or family members? If so then how successful are they at this?

Is your OC prudish about sexual matters or do they enjoy bawdy jokes or innuendos?

Temperance:

How good is your OC at self-control? Are there some things they struggle to resist more than others?

Is your OC generally calm and unperturbed by others? Or are they quick to get angry or frustrated?

What is your OC's attitude to alcohol? Do they enjoy and occasional (or very frequent) drink? Or do they look down upon inebriation?

Does your OC struggle with any addictions or compulsions? If so then how does this affect them?

Does your OC prefer quiet or solitary activities or are they a party animal who enjoys being the centre of attention?

Charity:

Does your OC believe in a higher or spiritual power which has love for them (or for their followers in general)?

Does your OC find it easy to love other people? Or are there psychological or intellectual barriers for them when it comes to loving others?

Is your OC sympathetic to the suffering of others? Do they feel motivated to offer help or support? Or do they enjoy seeing others suffer?

Does your OC have positive relationships with their neighbours or others in their community?

Does your character have any particular prejudices? Do other people ever consider them bigoted or judgemental?

Diligence:

Does your OC have a particularly strong work ethic? Do they believe that hard work is good in itself? Or do they prefer to relax whenever possible?

Does your OC believe that they can control outcomes in their life through their own efforts? Or do they see themselves as a helpless puppet of forces beyond their control?

Does your OC work better on their own or with others?

Does your OC enjoy their job or profession for its own sake? Or is it merely a means to an end?

Is your OC particularly tidy and organised? Or do they tend to be more messy and chaotic?

Kindness:

Is your OC usually kind to others? Or do they get enjoyment or satisfaction from being cruel? Does this depend upon the person in question or on other factors?

Does your OC behave differently towards other people depending upon how useful or not they might be to them?

How does your OC behave towards servants, students or other subordinates (their own or other people's)?

Is it easy for your OC to treat someone with courtesy, even if they personally dislike them or disagree with their views or actions?

Is your OC gentle and kind with children or do they avoid (or even actively dislike) them?

Patience:

How good is your OC at waiting? Do they get restless or frustrated easily?

Are there any particular habits in other people that drive them to distraction? How good are they are concealing this?

How does your OC respond to insults or jibes? Do they fly into a rage quickly? Or do they shrug them off?

Does your OC take their time when making a decision? Do they consider all possible outcomes and plan carefully? Or do they prefer to throw themselves into things impetuously?

Does your OC have long-term goals and plans towards which they are working?

Humility:

Is your OC modest? Or are there some things they like to boast about?

Does your OC ever "humble-brag"? How do others generally respond to this?

How much value does your OC place upon their appearance? Do they consider themselves beautiful or handsome?

Does your OC get irritated when encountering someone who is vain or arrogant?

Is your OC a bad loser? Or are they gracious in defeat?

#OC asks #OC prompts #Questions about OC #OC #ff14 ffxiv #ffxiv oc #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #virtues #seven capital virtues

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pinkniz · 2 months

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Leon OCD hcs but they gradually get worse

Leon is often seen closing doors a couple of times or straight up avoiding closing doors altogether because he normally doesn't like how it feels to close them, he feels like he either closed them to hard or too soft

Theres some foods Leon can only eat with an specific complementary drink. For example he can drink milk by itself but he simply CANNOT eat a cookie without milk

Its very rare to see him without his riffle, its not just for work but to him it feels like a NEED to always carry his riffle, if he doesn't feel it he repeatedly checks if he really is carrying it. If you manage to make him leave it behind he will eventually get anxious

Leon is not as tidy as you would expect when it comes to where he sleeps, he's conventionally organised with other stuff and places but his room is..strange. To others it may look messy but to Leon everything is where it is for a reason

He hates being barefoot but he doesn't like socks either. One one hand the mere idea of his foot touching the floor BARE makes him extremely uncomfortable

On the other hand he hates how he feels when he puts on socks and his toes touch eachother, its not terrible but he takes the socks on and off a couple of times until it feels right or he goes sockless

Leon is always expressionless and cold BUT the most expressive thing he does is a weird full body goosebump he gets when he gets surprised by a sensation he didn't like.

Freddy discovered this goosebump response because one day he wanted to annoy Leon when his back was turn and blew air on his neck and Leon was just

Leon has debilitating intrusive thoughts, he already has lots to be depressed and gloomy but sometimes his brain will flash him with awful images and ideas so terrible that he physically feels ill and to deal with this he counts numbers until the thoughts leave

Leon has periods of time where his intrusive thoughts get particularly bad and he gets insomnia for days because of this, he normally doesnt sleep much normally but in these periods he doesn't sleep at all

Hall always knows when Leon is going through this because instead of being his normal robot self Leon behaves more angry and might even be more impulsive. So when Hall notices he always does his best to comfort Leon and getting him things like tea or pills to help him sleep

This doesn't affect him that much anymore but as a kid he was prone to randomly attack people or reacting explosively when someone upsetted him. When he and his brother were little and for example another kid tried to tease him by throwing a ball of paper at them Leon would instinctively react and throw a rock at their head. He didn't really mean to react that way but as kid he had much less control of impulsive behaviours like these

As an adult Leon no longer reacts like this BUT if you get him anxious and upset enough he genuinely considers punching you (Freddy definitely tries to trigger this on purpose so they can fight)

#dislyte #leon dislyte #as someone with OCD I appreciate Leon a lot BUT I would like his ocd to be more than just not liking asymmetric things #given his lifestyle I just know the intrusive thoughts he gets are mortifying

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uglypastels · 2 years

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Sub eddie plssssz

i got another anon request for something similar so I'm merging the two, but fr the more of these i write the more i feel like i actually suck at writing smut. why is this so hard to do?? but i still had fun so i hope you enjoy.

warnings: swearing, mention of drugs, smut (characters are 18+, minors dni!) oral (f receiving) bondage/cuffs. hair pulling. more switch!eddie than sub because idk how to write that and also i don't see him as a total sub so yeah. also, calling him ¨Munchy¨ again bc I'm making it a thing.

send in your eddie or steve requests!! and don´t forget to support by reblogging and commenting <3

It was strange what the time of day could do to a location. You had been down at the trailer park probably over a dozen times and knew there was nothing to be scared of. It was just like any other place in Hawkins. And yet, when the sun went down, there was nothing illuminating the path between the trailers but the yellowish lanterns at the doors… there was a gnawing feeling at the back of your neck that you just couldn’t get rid of.

You got out of your car quickly and made your way over to the trailer, knocking twice on the door. It was quiet while you waited for it to open. It sounded bigger and angrier than what you could see when you turned around.

‘Welcome to the castle!’ Eddie opened the door and announced himself, startling you.

‘Jesus,’ you grabbed for your heart, which felt like it was about to burst from your chest.

‘Eddie,’ he pointed at himself, ‘not sure where the confusion might come from.’

‘True, you’re more like the devil incarnate.’ You said while walking inside.

‘You flatter me, baby.’ Eddie closed the door behind you while you tried to calm down. It was just a silly nickname; it didn’t mean anything.

The trailer was messy inside. Not entirely, but plenty of things were lying around that had made the random nooks and crannies their new home. Mugs were on almost every surface imaginable, and the couch was covered in laundry.

‘Yeah, sorry about the mess,’ Eddie was tidying up behind you, moving around, picking up things just to put them down a few inches to the left. ‘So, what were you in the mood for tonight? The usual? Or maybe some Special K? I also got–’

‘No, just the weed’s good,’ you smiled. Eddie nodded and made his way to the end of the trailer where his room was situated. Not being really sure what to do with yourself, you decided to follow him there.

His room was just big enough to fit in his double bed, a dresser and a few shelves where in-between hung his pride and joy– the red and black B.C. Rich Warlock guitar was the centrepiece in the room and immediately what your eyes clung to when you walked inside.

Eddie usually would greet the instrument with a kiss, you had seen him do so, but this time he was too occupied searching through his cupboards for his stash. For someone as well organised in his business as he was, he sure did seem to misplace his product a lot. So, while you waited, you sat down on the bed and noticed another of his prized possessions. The large black binder with the Hellfire logo scribbled across it called out to you. Since he had his back turned to you anyway, you could risk taking a look, surely. You reached out for it, opened the pages and let it fall open–

But Eddie slammed it shut and you had to look up to see his face.

‘Uh-uh-uh. Naughthy y/n.’ He pouted and waved his finger at you teasingly. ‘Now, that’s rude. You know that this-’ he grabbed the binder and held it tight to his chest, ‘- is off limits. No matter how cute you may be.’

‘So you think I’m cute?’ You challenged him but prepared for another snarky comment of his.

‘Of course I do.’ He surprised you with that answer. ‘Thought I made it quite clear, too.’ You had no response to that, just stared ahead at him with a blank expression. You sat there, on the bed, frozen and slightly confused, only able to let your eyes follow Eddie’s movements.

‘Earth to y/n?’ Eddie laughed, pulling you out of your little trance. So you did, and let go of all your insecurities and thoughts, you got up and pulled Eddie in for a kiss. Your hand was grabbing onto his shirt and your lips pressed into his with a passion that emanated from both sides.

Placing his hands on your arms, Eddie pulled away with a small gasp. The ‘woah’ that escaped his lips was soft, perhaps a little disorientated, but pleasant nonetheless.

‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha–’ and then it was his turn to interrupt you with a kiss of the same energy. His hands moved, one finding its setting on your cheek, the other on your waist as you lazily let your arms hang over his shoulders.

‘Don’t apologize, princess. Don’t you ever,’ his words were adorned with a smirk as he said them against your skin. All you could do was nod, already needing to get back to what you were doing. But then, you glanced over his shoulder at the wall and something particular grabbed your attention.

‘What are those for?’ you asked, making Eddie spin his head around. If it had been anyone else, they might laugh it off as a joke, or try to spin some other explanation around it. But that wasn’t Eddie. He displayed the handcuffs on his wall to begin with. So, when he realised what it was you asked about, he grabbed them and spun them on his finger.

‘I think you know exactly what these are for, baby.’ He bit his tongue as he waited for a reaction to come out of you. You let it process for a moment, and took the handcuffs. The metal felt cold to the touch, naturally.

‘For me or you?’ he glanced at him again and saw the spark in his eyes brighten.

‘Whatever you want.’

You had no idea why the thought of that excited you so much, but the next thing you knew, you pulled him in for another kiss. This time it was much harsher and you held him not only by the shirt, but your other hand found its way through his hair, pulling it lightly. It immediately evoked a response out of Eddie: a low hum, almost groan-like.

You had to move around a little but eventually were positioned in such a way that, with one step forward, Eddie fell back onto his bed with you on top. The wood and springs creaked a little under your collected weight, which made you wince, but Eddie was quick.

‘Don’t worry, it will hold us up, no problem.’

‘Ok,’ you took a deep breath, laughed a little at the silly concern, and then grabbed the handcuffs again which had dropped on the edge of the bed. You sat up, your legs straddling Eddie’s thighs. ‘So, how do we do this?’

‘Well, i should probably take this off first,’ Eddie didn’t waste another second taking off his shirt. In one clean swoop, the material was on the ground, revealing to you his tattoo-adorned chest and arms. You looked him up and down already feeling the want for him building up. The anticipation for what would come next was building deep inside.

‘Hey, if you don’t want to do this– nothing’s gonna–’ Eddie must have mistaken your momentary silence for doubt as he again tried to reassure you.

‘No. No, that’s not it.’ you shook your head, ‘You’re just, heh, really hot.’ it was a dumb confession but you had to be honest. The sight in front of you was making you speechless. It also made Eddie smile. It was making him cocky, which wasn’t really what you had been going for with this scenario. Now, however, without his shirt on, there was nothing stopping you from using those handcuffs, and he realised this too. Eddie extended one of his hands to you, practically presenting his wrist for you to put the metal around. It clicked softly around him and without you having to say another word, he put both his hands up to the bedframe.

‘I might be wrong,’ you shuffled closer to the bed frame to click his other hand in the cuff, ‘but something tells me this isn’t your first time.’

‘Something tells me the exact same about you, sweetheart,’ he was ready for it. All you replied with was a small shrug of your shoulders as you started to trace your nails over his chest. Not to scratch, just for him to feel your touch. Slowly, you moved down to his waist, just to go back up. You watched with a smile as his muscles tensed and happy little grunts escaped him.

‘Hmm, I should have expected you to be a tease, honestly,’ Eddie mumbled under his breath.

‘You can always tell me to stop and we can just… smoke something.’ Finally, you reached his belt but halted doing anything until you got a response from the man underneath you.

‘Oh no, go ahead. Ruin me.’ and with that he let his head fall back on the pillow. You ignored the feeling inside. After all, you were supposed to be the one in control here. So, you undid his belt as smoothly as you could and, with a bit of resistance, managed to pull his trousers down. To no one’s surprise, you could already see through his boxers that he was hard.

‘You can stare all you want, but I promise you it’s way more fun if-’

‘Got a pretty big mouth for someone who’s tied to the bedpost, Munchy,’ you pointed out. ‘Or are you just trying to get that hankie of yours around it too?’ You had meant it as a joke, mostly, but by the way that his eyes widened at the sound of your words, it sparked something in you as well.

‘God, you would probably really like that, wouldn’t you?’ You got off of his lap and sat down next to him, so your faces could be closer together. ‘Ok, tell me, Eddie, what would you really like?’

Eddie looked you up and down and bit his lip while thinking his answer through.

‘I…’ his tongue moved across his lips, breaking apart that mischievous smile, ‘I want to taste you, baby.’

‘Oh you wanna eat my pussy?’ you let yourself play with his hair, which he immediately leaned into, nodding to your question. ‘Want me to… sit up for it.’

‘Fuck yes.’ He almost tugged at the handcuffs out of excitement for the prospect of you sitting on his face. You had known that that man was filthy in his own accords, but the longer you spend in bed with him, the list grew longer and longer.

You got up out of bed and discarded of your clothes quickly. Eddie’s eyes didn’t leave your body for a second as he basically devoured you with his hungry gaze. At one moment, you got stuck with your bra but tried to play it off as teasing, which, by the sound of his groan, worked.

‘I’m starting to regret these cuffs now,’ he tugged again. You doubted he actually thought he could break them, but more just needed something to let out his small frustrations on as well as have a moment for you to look at his arms– which you did not mind, one bit.

‘Oh, but we haven’t even started yet,’ you said, now naked. As you neared him again, he pulled at the handcuffs again and again. Perhaps he did think he could break them? ‘Do you already want to quit, Eddie?’ You asked half mockingly, but also being as genuine as you could… if that was somehow possible.

‘No, I regret these,’ he pulled hard and gritted his teeth, ‘because I want to fuck you so bad, y/n. I swear-’

‘If you wanted to, you should have said so.’ It was a bit nerve-wracking to move your leg over him and sit on his chest, your pussy only inches away from his face. ‘But instead you said you wanted me to sit on your face and look how I’m listening to your every demand, Eddie. So don’t be a brat and take what you’re being given.’ Your voice got sterner as you went on, to the point that by the time you finished, Eddie could only reply with a nod of the head as he looked up at you.

You positioned yourself in front of him and Eddie didn’t waste a second. His tongue was on you quicker than you could probably get a hold of the bed. Instead, you just about managed to grab his hair, which only stimulated him more to keep going.

There had been days long before this when you had imagined what that tongue of his could do, and none of your wildest fantasies held up to the real thing. He took his time but didn’t slack. He went deep and passionate… if that could be described as that. He was a man on a mission to make you feel good and would not stand by to fail.

‘Oh fuck, Eddie,’ you moaned his name. The sensations rushing through you made you feel like it couldn’t last long enough and at the same time would make you explode in mere seconds. ‘Fuck, fuck.’

Eddie seemed to be enjoying himself greatly too. Whenever you looked down at his face, you could see the pleasure, the fun, he was having while making you feel this good. And anytime you called his name or made those sounds that told him how good he was, well, it send shock after shock of ecstasy through him.

His face was getting slicker with your juices and it was harder for you to keep it together. Then he moved away to kiss the inside of your thighs, and suck on the sensitive skin, quickly leaving behind a trace of marks that would remain a secret between the two of you. There was just enough time for you to catch some breath before he went back and your thoughts evaporated with another moan.

As you kept louder, it only got louder and messier. That man was having you as a last meal, it seemed like, but you couldn’t complain. There was nothing to complain about with Eddie. Everything felt like pure bliss.

Your voice went an octave higher, so it seemed, and your legs started shaking. ‘Oh my god, oh–’ Everything went dark for a second as you tried to recollect yourself.

Eddie was a right mess underneath you, chin glistening underneath the biggest grin you had ever seen on a man’s face.

‘I would wipe this off, but he tugged on those damn handcuffs again, but eventually wiped it a bit on the side of his upper arm, but not before licking most of his lips clean. ‘You sure do taste heavenly, baby.’

‘You flatter me, Eddie.’ You kissed him hard, tasting yourself on him. A mix of sex and drugs, with just a little hint of chocolate milk that he must have had before you showed up.

‘Now, please, get me out of these,’ he said and his voice told you everything about what he had in mind for you. But you pushed those thoughts of his down rather quickly.

‘Oh, I’m just getting started.’

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