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hisbitchhh · 2 months

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ARE WE DONE? (GETO SUGURU X READER)

I DUNNO... MAYBE?

Notes: Trash post :P wanted to post smth because I luvvvvv u guys!!😘 it's angst w comfort btw. NOT PROOFREAD CS IM LAZY😍🤞

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“I'm just– I'm only asking you a simple question! Why do you have to get so mad about it? Are you hiding something from me?” You asked, voice almost sounding desperate when you gently placed a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder. He shrugged your hand off of his shoulder, standing up from the bed.

“I told you I'm not hiding shit from you, Y/n. Drop the topic already.” You were about to put your hand on him again, but the dirty glare he sent you made you pull your hand back.

You and Geto had dated for three years already– and you couldn't help but feel him distancing himself from you. And you would know if he wasn't, considering how touchy he usually gets with you. Lately he's been acting differently with you. No more morning kisses– he used to pepper you with them, and you'd jokingly complain about his morning breath, but now that you even attempt getting close to him when you wake up beside him, your sleep-swollen eyes watch as his face contorts into one of disgust whenever you go in for even a single peck. He would lightly push you away and turn to face the other side, muttering a “Brush your teeth before going in for a kiss”. Just a small gesture like that would make you feel bad about yourself. Was it karma? No, of course it wasn’t. You'd happily accept any kiss from him even if his breath smelled like grass dog shit.

It wasn't just that, though. Of course not. There was more to the story– Only cleaning himself off after sex, leaving you to do house chores by yourself, going out for a drive on his bike without a single ‘I love you’ or ‘Goodbye’, and so much more. The main one, you ask? He barely even spends time with you anymore. Usually he'd drive out with you on his bike, cuddle you whenever you had an afternoon nap, have various movie nights with you that'd end either with his full body weight on you, head resting on your chest with drool staining your shirt or his groans muffling your moans, cock passionately drilling in and out of your swollen pussy with most of his cum getting fucked back into your cervix that the mushroom tip of his dick deliciously kissed with each thrust. Now though, it was so different. Instead of doing any of those, he'd go out by himself on his bike, Leave you to nap by yourself with the messages of someone else resting on the bright screen of his phone, and his eyes being glued to the device in his hands instead of paying attention to whatever was playing on the tv.

It was always that damned phone now. What was so important about it now that not even you could know what he was up to? Every time you asked he would either turn his phone off, reply with a bored hum, or say it's nothing. You didn't want to because he was the greatest man you'd ever met, but you came to the conclusion that he was cheating on you. Your heart sank every time you thought about it, trying to distract yourself with a house chore that would make you eventually forget about the thought.

Today, you had gotten ready for bed, lying with him in the darkness of your shared bedroom. The two of you even owned a house together because of your well paying jobs and also because of his endless begging for you to move with him to a new home after only a year into your relationship.

His back was turned to you, and his phone was resting in his hands. You silently looked over his shoulder in curiosity as you had seen him grinning at his phone earlier, a soft hum leaving your lips.

“Who're you texting?”

This made Geto flinch. He looked over at you with wide eyes, not even bothering to get out of the tab or turn his phone off.

“What are you doing awake? I thought you were asleep.”

“I can't sleep without you cuddling me,” You gave him a soft smile, propping yourself up on your shoulder, looking at his phone.

“Who's Reiko?”

And now, you're here.

“Why are you always running off when I ask you these questions?-- Suguru, where are you going?” You watched as he got out of the bed, changing into a muscle shirt and gray sweatpants that he had thrown and left on the floor much earlier.

“‘M goin’ out for fresh air.”

“But It's late, you shouldn't–”

“I already told you I have nothing to hide from you, can you quit fuckin’ nagging me so much?! I'm not doing anything and that person that I was texting is no one.”

“I'm not nagging I'm just worried!– Suguru, don't leave, please, I wanna talk about this–”

“I'll be back in an hour.”

You were already following him down the stairs when he walked out of the bedroom, trying to match his pace as he walked into the garage. A wince left your lips when your warm feet touched the cold concrete floor, but you followed him nonetheless as he placed his helmet over his head, covering his whole head but his eyes, and the same dark orbs that usually looked at you with love and admiration were now replaced by an unrecognizable pair full of nothing but boredom and disinterest when he glanced at you before sliding his face shield down, backing out of the now opened garage. You could only watch as he revved and noisily sped off, feeling the warmth of your tears land on your now cold cheeks.

Is it over now? Is this really the end of your relationship with him? You didn't know, and you didn't want to know.

More than an hour has passed. Geto stepped off of his motorcycle to fill it with gas, sighing to himself as he thought the argument over. In all honesty, He can't exactly call it an argument when all he did was avoid most of your questions and leave the house with nothing but a sharp glare sent your way. The man sighed and took his helmet off, holding it against his waist as he stared at his surroundings. He couldn't help but think about you. He was definitely more relaxed now, thinking everything through.

Did he feel bad for having sex with another woman? Yes.

Did he feel bad for constantly visiting the other woman? Now he did.

Was he regretting all of his past decisions? Definitely.

His dark hair blew gently in the cold winter breeze. What was he going to do when he got home to his girlfriend? His girlfriend, the one who he left deprived of his love and affection, the one who waited and stayed up for him every time he had to work overtime and got home late, the one he hid another woman from, the one he cheated on. Scratch that, you're more than just a girlfriend to him. You're his woman, the one he should respect, love, and cherish the best moments with instead of hiding another woman from. You were doing so much for him, and here he was giving you the silent treatment and pushing you away because he lost interest?

Fucking bullshit.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He ran a hand through his silky strands of black hair. He couldn't leave you alone for long. He had to go home to his woman, his one and only, his everything– immediately. He had to apologize.

Who knew a two hour bike ride could change someone's entire mindset?

Your head rested in your arms and lay on your thighs as you waited for your boyfriend, sitting on the floor of the entrance to your garage. It was cold, and the nightly wind didn't do anything but dry the tears that continued leaving your eyes, hitting your spaghetti strap clad figure with a strong breeze. You didn't care, though. As long as your man got home safe, nothing else mattered. You'd be able to go to sleep peacefully knowing that he was still alive and in the house, even if he probably planned to sleep in another bedroom. A soft whine left your lips as you lightly shivered on the floor, leaning against the doorway.

When was he going to get back? It felt like it had been at least three hours already…

Your overthinking was not helping at all with the tears of worry rolling down your frozen cheeks, silently sobbing in both physical and mental pain. You really hoped your relationship with him wouldn't end, that you'd be able to keep him with you and try to make things go back to how they we–

Your head perked up at the sound of a loud motorcycle engine, breathing heavily as you struggled to get up on your feet when you saw him drive into the garage. Geto’s eyes widened at the sight of your trembling figure, face completely stained with tears, your eyes and lips puffy. If he regretted his actions before, he absolutely does even more now. He immediately parked his bike and pulled his helmet off, not caring about the loud thud it made when it fell to the floor.

“Y/n? What the hell are you doing outside?!” The bigger man dashed to you, instantly taking you in his arms. You replied with a gentle sob, clinging to him as he brought you back into the house.

“I was w-worried,” You stuttered, a soft whimper leaving your chapped lips when you moved your head to look up at him.

His heart sank.

Geto hated to see you cry. It was one of the many things he couldn't stand when it came to you. He'd go as far as threatening to kill anyone if you had ever been hurt, but the only person that he was threatening to kill was himself. Why didn't he think about your feelings when he found that other woman? You were so patient and fragile, so sweet yet easy to break. Why was he being such an idiot?

Tears continued to roll down your cheeks when he sat on the sofa with your smaller figure resting in his lap.

“Suguru, I-I know you don't wanna talk about it, but–”

“Shhh, it's okay.” The man sighed, rubbing warm circles into your back and hiding your face in his chest. He couldn't bear to see you cry any longer.

“Don't worry about that right now. I'm here with you.”

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yurinaa-world · 10 months

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"𝐼𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒?"

Characters: Blade and Luka x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Watching a scary movie together

Warnings: Fluff, ooc (Luka), spelling errors,

Notes: Im not really proud of this one

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

You let out another shriek for the seventh time, clinging onto Blade's arm. You only got through almost half of the movie, yet you were screaming, closing your eyes to avoid the scary scenes that played on screen. Blade, the whole time, wasn't affected by the movie; he just looked at you with a grin; it seemed that your fear-filled face was laughable for him.

"You can look now that the bloody part is over." He tells you, opening your eyes to look at the screen, It wasn't over at all, that liar! It's just getting worse; it just made your stomach churn before you hit his shoulder. "You damn Liar!" You hiss at him, glaring daggers at his grinning face, making you want to just slap him.

"I thought the gory scene was over, but I don’t mind you keep on clinging to me." Blade teases you; you feel his arms wrap around you and pull you closer to his chest and press you against it. You feel his breath fanning across your neck, and you shiver in response.

He chuckles at you, "You're so cute when you're scared." "Shut up and go watch the movie." You huff, hearing the sound of the main character in the show running through the woods away from the killer.

You turn around and glare at his smirking expression before he goes to watch the movie and how it progresses, he had warned you before watching that yet you don’t ever listen.

𝐿𝓊𝓀𝒶

"It's not as scary as I thought it would be," you shrug as you look over to Luka; he seemed to be shaking. Uhh, Luka, are you scared?" you ask with a bit of laughter in your voice. "What! No! I'm not scared; why would I be scared?" Luka quickly denied it, but you could tell he was totally scared. He was shaking, and his eyes were wide with fear. "Whatever you say," he said, you kept on watching the movie but ended up zoning out.

Loud screams hurt your ears. You jump before Luka grabs onto your arm. Luka, what was that?" you say, not trying to laugh at his reaction but a little bit concerned for him. "Did the greatest fighter of the fight club really scream like a girl?" you say while laughing even harder. "You know we can stop if you want; I don't mind." You smile.

"No way I can handle a dumb movie," he tells you. Yeah, sure, you thought to yourself but didn't voice it out loud, or else he'll get pouty with you again, but you don't like the way he has arms around you. It's cute to see him all scared.

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eyesfullofsttars · 18 days

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☆ little hcs of ellie williams; gilmore girls!au

synopsis: looking for ellie around the small town of stars hollow? here are some possible places to find her

notes: it's me again! couldn't stop thinking about ellie every time i saw jess, don't know why!!! but this is just a silly short thing

series materlist | (anderson's version)

are you looking for ellie? oh, she might be...

Working in the café restaurant and questioning teenage labor laws as she's forced to help with Joel's family business. You can easily identify her by the furrowed brow on her freckled face, her reddish-brown hair tied in a low ponytail with some strands framing her face, and her greenish eyes that roll every time she hears Joel's voice.

However, you can always find her outside the town's public high school, either skateboarding and further damaging her dirty Converse, chatting with her friends Dina and Jess about physics class, or even walking alone with her backpack full of pins showcasing her interests: rock bands, astronomy, comics, video games, and dinosaurs. Most likely, she's listening to a cassette Joel made for her as a peace offering, along with her Walkman.

Still haven't found her? Well, if it's the weekend, she's usually in one of three possible places:

At the bookstore, searching for discounted comics that the bookstore secretary keeps for her at just fifty cents each, which Ellie considers the greatest human discovery. You might also find her quietly reading books from the astronomy or paleontology section, but I can't guarantee she'll hear or respond to you—too focused on her own world.

At the town arcade, often accompanied by her friends Jesse and Dina, who are guaranteed to lose at every arcade machine due to Ellie's competitiveness. She loudly celebrates every time her character defeats one of her friends' characters, and if they're not playing a fighting arcade game, they're definitely playing a racing one, seeking revenge.

At the city's record store, searching for discounted relics of her "niche" musical tastes, although it's usually just depressing music she only listens to at three in the morning. Probably looking for a Mazzy Star record, preferably "She Hangs Brightly" (1990), Yo La Tengo's "I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One" (1997), or any available Radiohead album without preference.

As a last resort, you can always ask Joel by entering the family café restaurant. He'll simply tell you to go upstairs and check if you want, and once you climb the stairs, there's a chance you'll find Ellie studying while watching the movie "Juno" for the tenth time—she always has the DVD of that movie, or perhaps practicing with her red electric guitar.

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manipulatedstars · 10 months

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We'll Be Alright

Genre: fluff, slight angst if you squint, non-idol AU, office romance, coworkers-slash-friends-slash-idiots-to-lovers

Pairing: Mingi x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Pink Mingi (a valid warning), symptoms of anxiety and panic but nothing serious, mentions of gambling ig, Wooyoung being Wooyoung

Summary: When Mingi overhears some colleagues talking, he realizes he has to finally make his feelings known - easier said than done.

A/N: Can you believe this bitch (me)? Apparently I write now?? This is my first ever finished fic, and I'm eternally grateful to @hobarine for being the greatest beta reader without agreeing to being one in the first place. I love your sexy brain. [clears throat and wipes tears] I'd also like to thank my dear friends who made this possible in the first place - check the end of the fic for what violently inspired me to write this. Feedback and reblogs appreciated! Also - this is not a song fic (well... I suppose it very much is, but not in that way), but I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last very much set the tone for this, so I highly recommend you check it out.

The first couple times your new coworker had poked his head around the side of your cubicle, it was all business - or at least as much business as it could be considering that new colleague was Song Mingi.

It had all started out with work-related questions when he joined the company and, being one of the company’s top salespeople, you were quickly tasked with showing him around and answering any questions he might have. Your boss had personally offered Mingi the position, so he wanted to make sure the newcomer was going to stay, considering he was a “natural at his job” and would “undoubtedly prove to be a huge asset to the team.” You'd learned not to question your boss's decisions after he'd proven time and time again that he had a gift for picking out new team members, despite his sometimes questionable and unusual methods.

You also didn't question why Mingi, even after he'd grown accustomed to his new work environment, kept sticking around you. He never addressed this but he was shy around other people and you were still the only one he sort-of knew. And you, having grown to enjoy his company despite him being borderline clueless and painfully clumsy at times, weren't gonna complain.

So what started out as, "I'm so so so sorry, could you please explain the printer to me again? I'm so sor-" quickly turned into deeper, more personal questions and conversations. Not in a weird way, of course, he just really enjoyed being around you and wanted to get to know you better. Or so he kept telling himself and others when someone pointed it out. Over time, he had become fairly confident that you two could be considered friends, and he couldn't be happier. So you got used to him just poking his head, adorned with his signature pink hair, around the corner and asking you about movies and books you’d recently enjoyed, your most hated color (because according to him, asking for a favorite everything was overused), and your go-to spots in the area. At times you'd even catch yourself thinking how cute his childlike nature was. The only thing that put a damper on his mood was when one day he was put in a cubicle on the side of the office furthest away from you, for “productivity reasons" - not that it actually kept him from coming over to you just as often. In fact, he claimed to need a rest at your desk from the “extensive workout” they made him do in order to come this way. You never commented on how he was the only one to blame for full-on sprinting through the office space instead of walking like a normal person.

His favorite days are measured by how often, and how loudly, he managed to make you laugh that day. He could get lost in the sound, and knowing he was the reason for it? He wouldn't be able to wipe the smile from his face if he tried.

If only he knew that his visits had started to become the best part of your day, too...

You were thoroughly enjoying each other's presence. Always having lunch together, and taking a little bit too long to walk to your respective cars after work.

It was a regular Tuesday when Mingi made his way to the break room to get his regular drinks - a green tea for you, and a coffee with an obscene amount of sugar for himself - something you’d chided him for, telling him time and time again it would kill him one day.

He didn’t mind waiting for some coworkers to free up the coffee machine. He’d gotten used to it pretty quickly after the second one had broken some time ago. This just meant that the room was less crowded, since the majority of his colleagues had since chosen to head to the cafeteria downstairs instead of having to stand in line like he was now. But in his opinion, they were the ones missing out. He enjoyed getting to know the usual suspects of the breakroom a little better each time they happened to get something to drink when he did - which was the same time every day.

So it would’ve been just a regular coffee run on a regular Tuesday, if it hadn’t been for the conversation happening in front of him. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but nothing caught his attention quite like you did. Or, in this case, your name falling from one of the men’s lips. Mingi decided that he didn’t like the way it sounded coming from someone else, someone who probably didn’t even appreciate you in the way you deserved.

The men didn’t seem to notice him standing close by, or simply didn’t care whether they could be overheard or not, because their conversation didn’t seize.

‘’...I mean have you seen them lately?’’

He sure had.

‘’I’d be stupid not to make a move. They’re a catch.’’

NO! Well, yes..but-

’’Isn’t Song head over heels for them though? Kind of a dick move if you ask me…’’

They knew?

’’Come on, we both know he’s too much of a coward to actually go for it.’’

Mingi began to panic. He’d been so enamored with you since the two of you had been introduced that he’d never even entertained the idea of someone else possibly hitting on you. Of course he knew you were pretty. Gorgeous, even - he had eyes after all. He also knew you were the epitome of grace and kindness. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. But he’d been trying slowly and carefully to inch his way into your heart, and now realized that he was so focused that he hadn’t even considered the possibility of anyone else sharing the same end goal.

God he was so stupid-

He knew he had to act. Fast. Despite his insecurities trying to convince him that you’d surely be better off with someone who didn’t stumble over their words, someone who was confident and could sweep you off your feet, he knew he would forever regret it if he didn’t at least try.

Even if the chances may be slim, he couldn’t live with himself if he lost the opportunity to make you his, especially if he lost it to his own mind.

You were just typing up a response to Park Seonghwa from HR, who had once again asked you to consider joining their team, when suddenly, a loud BANG startled you out of your thoughts. You joined some of your other coworkers in getting up from their seats to see what the commotion was about, and you couldn’t help a bright smile from lighting up your face the moment you saw Mingi standing in the doorway. Though your smile dropped just as quickly when you noticed the look of pure distress on his face, his eyes scanning across the room rapidly. The second your eyes met, he started hurriedly making his way over to you, ignoring any of the worried and questioning glances and occasional comments that people were throwing his way.

What was going on?

‘’Mingi, what-’’ your question was cut short when he gripped your shoulders the moment he reached your cubicle. He was panting, eyes blown wide and never leaving yours, as if he was afraid you’d disappear the moment he so much as blinked.

As if he was only now noticing the stares and whispers directed his way, he glanced around the room timidly. His nerves seemed to catch up with him, because he turned and went to leave as quickly as he’d arrived - if it hadn't been for your quick reflexes and your hand curling around his wrist, stopping him in his motion.

It took you gently calling his name a couple of times for him to finally turn around to face you again - and now you could see the sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

He was also avoiding eye contact.

Now you were really worried. Was he sick? Did something happen?

"Hey, what's wrong?'' No answer. ''You look really pale... are you not feeling well?"

When he stayed silent again, you brought one hand up to his forehead - an instinctive action for you, but definitely not what he’d expected, because his face quickly went from looking sickly pale to flushing a deep scarlet.

Your eyes widened when you noticed how warm his skin was, placing your other hand on one of his cheeks. "Mingi, you're burning up. Do you need to see a doctor?" When again he didn't answer, you turned to grab your things, preparing to carry this man to the nearest hospital if need be, but now it was his hand around your wrist that kept you from moving further.

You glanced from where he was touching you with a gentle yet desperate, clammy hand and back to his face, noting the panic in his eyes that were still refusing to meet your own.

Any stranger passing by would've assumed you were approaching a stray kitten, desperately trying not to scare it off, but you knew how much of a flight risk Mingi could be when things got too much to handle. "Hey, you know you can talk to me, right? I'm only trying to help you," you said with the gentlest voice you could muster despite your racing thoughts.

Yeah, that was the main problem, he thought, you're the only person who makes this job bearable, and I can't lose you by messing this up. You bring both your hands up to cup his cheeks when you notice the tears welling up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Hey, look at me.’’ you dipped your head trying to lure his eyes into meeting yours. ‘’You won't lose me. Why would you?’’ a gentle brush of your thumbs over his pretty cheekbones ‘’How could I make it through one day at this crappy office, with its crappy coffee and the crappy AC that’s broken more often than not, without you?"

Oh shit, his eyes widened even further. Did I say that out loud? Oh god-

He was about to bolt again, mentally calculating how long it would take him to make a detour to a wig store or a hairdresser on his way to the airport, determined to start over in a faraway country, when he involuntarily locked eyes with you. He never understood how you did it, and he was sure there was no possible scientific explanation for the effect you had on him, because the way your eyes, filled with nothing but kindness and understanding, always managed to calm him down instantly was nothing short of magical.

You had to be a heavenly being sent to look out for him - him, this mere human - and him alone. It was in this moment that he remembered what you'd told him time and time again. Realized that he really could say what had been running rampant in his mind for months now. Reminded himself that he could be open and vulnerable with you. You, who had never shown him anything but support and guidance, even when you were having a bad day yourself. Alright. You, who always managed to find a peaceful solution to any argument or tension that arose in the office… He'd be alright. You, who somehow didn't hold grudges even when people had wronged you. You'd both be alright.

You must've noticed the change in his demeanor, because your lips curled up into a small version of one of your beautiful smiles that he loved so much. Shit, he wouldn't be surprised if you could hear his pulse slowing down, his heart rate finally dropping to a point that wouldn't have sent an entire hospital wing into a panic had he been hooked up to a monitor, with news reporters flocking to his bed trying score an interview to find out how the hell he had managed to survive that.

So he closed his eyes, which were now stinging in protest to having been kept open wide for way too long, and took a deep, if shaky, breath.

That was all you, too. Your encouragement to face difficult situations despite every fiber of his being telling him to run. Your influence. You were the one who told him time and time again that things were going to be okay. You showed him that he was in control of his fate and his feelings, and that even when it felt like the whole world was against him, you'd be by his side. No wonder the HR department was desperate to get you to join them…

Mingi couldn't run away now if he tried. He owed you this much. If nothing else, he owed you an explanation, and honesty. He wanted to make you proud.

So with another deep breath, this one a little less shaky (the first one had you worried he might burst into full sobs at any second), he covered your hands in his much larger ones, pulled them from his face and intertwined your fingers with his between your bodies. When he finally opened his eyes again, they were full of determination.

This shift in tone, with him being calmer and more confident than you'd ever seen him, had you thankful for the grasp he had on you, needing his hands around yours in support as your breath hitched when you noticed the raw adoration in his gaze.

His voice, beautifully airy and deeper than you swore you'd ever heard it before, sent shivers down your spine. There was everything yet nothing as you got lost in his gorgeous, warm eyes, and now his voice too. You weren't in your office anymore. You were standing barefoot in a forest, surrounded by majestic trees and vibrant wildlife, a gentle breeze almost calling out your name. You were on a beach, the warm sand comforting between your toes, the waves softly crashing behind you, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. You decided then and there that his eyes' gorgeous shade of brown was your new favorite color.

It took his voice calling your name softly to bring you back to the present moment, a bashful smile on his stupidly handsome face. Had he always been this pretty?

"Please tell me you heard what I just said?'' he asked shyly, knowing full well you'd completely spaced out.

"Uh..." You grimaced. At that, he couldn't help but turn his face downward as he murmured to himself, but you were so focused on him now that you had no trouble making out the words. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're making me do this again". He would've buried his face in his hands had they not been occupied with the much more important job of holding the world's greatest treasure.

He hadn't missed the way you'd gotten lost in his eyes, and it only fueled his confidence. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, it was the same way he’d been looking at you more often than not since he'd met you.

He took a deep breath. "I said..." he paused as he brought one of his hands up to your cheek, his other hand easily holding both of yours in their previous position.

You felt yourself blushing. Hard.

Stroking his thumb over your cheek gently, he continued "...that I like you. I like like you. No, scratch that -’’ a gentle shake of his head ‘’-I'm crazy about you.’’ His gaze dropped again as he started rambling. ‘’I hope this doesn't make things weird between us, and I'm so sorry if I read things wrong, and if y-" he started mumbling, nerves catching up to him again, insecurities trying to invade his mind and win back precious land. But you noticed. And you smiled at him in adoration, and squeezed his hand in reassurance. This made him look up at you again. You're going to be alright, you tried to convey with your eyes, we're going to be alright.

Another deep breath, followed by a lighthearted chuckle at his own antics.

"The point is, I really like you, a-and I would love to take you out on a date? O-only if you want to of co-" he couldn't finish the sentence, because you promptly freed your hands and grabbed his face again, pulling him down to you (what they fed him as a kid to get him so tall, you'd really have to ask his parents one day) and pressed your lips to his in a firm and reassuring kiss.

His eyes widened again, cheeks heating back up, but he melted into you as soon as the first shock wore off, arms wrapping around you almost on instinct. As if holding you was their only job, and what they were meant to be doing all his life. He pulled you up to his level seemingly without effort before getting lost in the next kiss. Feeling your fingers running through his hair, he groaned inwardly. Mingi could do this forever, and he would if you let him. He'd figure out a way to survive without oxygen. If not, he decided the team would be fine without him.

You only pulled apart when you noticed the cheers and clapping that had erupted around you, even the occasional wolf-whistle coming from your coworkers, most of who'd gotten up from their seats again, if they’d even settled down after the shock of Mingi’s arrival. You hadn't seen them this lively since the day your boss had ordered a coffee and snack truck to the parking lot in celebration of sealing a deal everybody had worked hard to finally make happen. The majority of them had their headsets still attached, and had you not been so ecstatic you would've felt bad for whoever was getting their ears damaged on the other end of their lines.

"About damn time, Song..."

"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!

"He finally grew a pair!"

These were only some of the lines being thrown at the two of you that had you blushing furiously, and Mingi hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

You could've sworn you saw a few fist bumps and some money being passed around, but you decided not to dwell on it for your own sanity’s sake...

After the noise had mostly died down, Mingi put you back on your feet just so he could press his forehead to yours, both of your breaths mingling. Maybe oxygen wasn't so bad after all if he got to share it with you.

You almost missed the signature fake gagging sound of your most obnoxious co-worker, but before you could chase him off like you usually would when he started to tease you about the way you, in his words, "spent more time staring at Mingi than actually working", the telltale sound of a palm making not-so-gentle contact with the back of someone's head (and the dramatic pained yelp that followed) made you realize that your boss had already taken care of Wooyoung himself. You swore he kept an extra set of eyes on the mischievous man-child just so he wouldn't miss an opportunity to reprimand him.

The same boss who sent you a curt nod and a small smile, before telling “the two lovebirds" to get back to work. Though you knew that he’d want to have a word with Mingi later, seeing as how the force with which he’d slammed open the door must’ve left at least an indent on the wall behind it.

It was safe to say you didn't get much work done the rest of that day, but you also never had to eat lunch alone again, or walk to your car without a strong, loving hand holding your own...or drive to work yourself, really.

Even years later, with your left ring finger now permanently occupied, you loved to remind him how proud of him you were.

✨Lore time✨

Here's how everything started:

Bonus:

(I was, in fact, not almost done)

A loving shoutout to my dear friends for planting this idea in my head. And thank you to everyone who read through it and left valuable feedback - you know who you are 💜

©manipulatedstars 2023 - do not steal, copy, repost, translate or otherwise plagiarize my work. If you do, I'll eat all your cereal and pour milk in your shoes.

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aris-ink · 1 year

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hi this is fear kink anon! 💘 sorry i forgot the member i wanted to choose 😭 but can it be with Jungkook?

baby you deserve a golden medal for your patience, tysm 💖 you said you liked psychological fics.... I tried

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, steb!siblings au

warnings: mentions of blood, allusions to stalking and violence (not towards the reader), pseudo incest, dub con, allusions to con noncon, dirty talk, degradation, fear kink, choking, mentions of pornographic content and impact play, obsession, manipulation, corruption, hints of dacryphilia

There were many different definitions of art; Jungkook found all of them inside your eyes. He liked to consider himself a good painter, and a few key concepts caught his attention as he worked on developing his skills.

Emotions. There was no point in art if it didn't inspire and make the heart tremble inside its cage. You were the greatest muse of all the raw, vibrant colors exploding behind his eyelids. The most common one always appeared in different shades of red. Something akin to rose petals when you touched him, igniting a fire deep in his abdomen. Something akin to crimson when he saw you with other men, dripping down his swollen knuckles late in the night after he dragged them into empty alleys.

Control. All strokes had to be precise to create the desired effect. And Jungkook found that just as he enjoyed holding the brushes, making them dance on the canvas in his own rhythm - he liked to do the same to you. His vision was his own; it belonged to no one but him. Like you. Every smile and shiver he induced was just as mesmerizing to him as every tear and flinch he caused. It didn't take much; just a little graze of his hand against your thigh, and you were already a beautiful mess of contradicting thoughts and emotions. Trying so hard to stay in line. He knew you too well; your body and soul responded to him in the softest and most primal ways at once, whether you liked it or not.

So why not test your limits? Why not see how much you could handle before you fell apart for him, returned to your barest, rawest form?

It was the only thing on his mind as he sat beside you on the couch, his arm thrown over your shoulder casually. You seemed restless, barely stopping yourself from grimacing at the movie playing on the tv screen. It was your only source of light in the darkness of the living room, providing you with little comfort.

"Jungkook," you sighed, "when are we gonna get to the good part? This movie sucks."

He chuckled.

"It gets better. Don't tell me you're scared already," he teased, tilting his head slightly.

His eyes flickered from the screen to your face fleetingly, noting a small frown forming on it.

"You know I don't like thrillers."

The pout on your lips made his heart flutter. He wanted to lean in and trace his fingertips over your cupid's bow, feel how soft your skin was. But all he did was tighten his arm around you.

"It's a good thing you've got a big brother to protect you, then," he hummed.

You let out a scoff that morphed into a quiet gasp when his hand landed on your thigh. He didn't turn his head in your direction, but he watched you carefully from the corner of his eye. He could see your lips fall open, your back straightening as if you were struck by lightning.

But you said nothing. All this time Jungkook has spent getting you used to being closer to him behind your parents' back was finally paying off. All the nights he took you out to watch horror movies with him, feeling your trembling hand on his chest as you sought protection and shelter in his arms - those were paying off too.

Sighing again, you tried to relax, release the tension in your muscles. In just a few beats, the screaming on the screen would stop and the scene would shift to a different setting, a wild chase through the woods that would no doubt have the hairs on your arms rising when you realized where it was going.

His free hand lifted to your hair, ringed fingers playing with the soft tips, brushing through the strands with a bruising tenderness. With each movement, he counted down the seconds, his sweats already feeling tight when he noticed an outline of trees on the darkening screen.

Three...

Two...

One.

He felt you stiffen in his hold all over again, your eyes widening. You were uncomfortable; it was written all over you, his proximity unnerving rather than consoling when the prey was caught.

Just like you were about to be. A little fly in the spider's web.

It was worse when the clothes started coming off. As though you just realized that the scene was not going to cut off, and perhaps you should have paid more attention to the movie's rating, you squirmed, flattening your palms against the couch.

"I- I think I'm gonna call it a night."

With a twitch of his mouth, Jungkook boldly placed both of his hands on your hips.

"That's not nice," he muttered, effortlessly pulling you up into his lap. "What about spending quality time together? As a family?"

You blinked, suddenly breathless, his thighs flexing under you, arms a cage of steel when you started panicking.

"Jungkook, I mean it! Stop being an asshole."

Your fists beat against his chest, but it didn't bother him at all. It just made him twitch in his pants. He brought his lips close to your ear, making you halt.

"We can finish watching the movie, or I can put on a different one from my personal collection. Your choice, baby."

He knew he didn't need to spell it out for you. You were a smart girl. Defeated, you meekly turned your eyes back towards the depravity on the screen.

"Can I please get back to my seat?" You whispered.

So easy to put into place. Jungkook ignored your request, focused on the way his cock was straining against his sweats, on how if you moved just an inch you'd be able to feel it. He brushed your hair behind your ear when the moaning started, lowering his voice as he spoke again.

"Do you like it?"

"No," you replied sulkily, though he could hear the nervousness making your tone waver. "This movie sucks."

Jungkook bit back a smile, lips pressing closer to your ear.

"I'm not talking about the movie, baby," he murmured. "Do you like the way he fucks her?"

You almost jumped, trying to turn your head towards him to no wonder ask him what the hell was wrong with him. But Jungkook was quicker, gripping your jaw tightly and keeping you still.

"Don't look away and answer my question like a good girl."

He could feel you begin to tremble, but the clenching of your thighs did not escape his attention, and neither did the hitch of your breath.

"This- this isn't funny anymore," you stammered out shakily. "Please, Jungkook."

He dug his fingers into your jaw.

"I'm starting to get angry, baby. Answer the question."

You winced, swallowing harshly, your chest rising unevenly as you tried to find your voice.

"No."

Jungkook clicked his tongue.

"My bad. Let me be more clear."

He dropped his free hand down to your thigh, skimming the inside of it with his fingers.

"Answer honestly, unless you want me to check myself."

The gasp you let out this time was louder, making his stomach simmer with heat. You were so cute; so small and defenseless in the arms of your biggest protector and nightmare all at once.

A sniffle followed. His lips chased the tear that rolled down your cheek.

"Come on, baby, why are you crying? Just tell me the truth. You know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

You bit down on your lower lip. It was fascinating, right down amusing to watch you struggle, trying to locate the courage to either face your inner self and burn with shame, or face the unknown consequences of his anger. The way you shook in his arms made his cock leak precum in excitement, staining his briefs. Every little part of you was his to love, use and control as he pleased. You could have tried to fight. You could have tried to scream. And yet you just sat there and let him tear you to pieces, and to Jungkook that was as much of a love confession as saying the three sacred words out loud.

"You can trust me, baby," he soothed in a whisper. "No one else will ever know. I promise."

You took a deep breath, sniffling once more before attempting to swallow the lump that formed in your throat, pushing the word out through its tight walls.

"Yes."

It was barely a whisper. Light as a feather and yet heavy with the pain it took to pluck it. Jungkook pressed a kiss into your cheek, releasing your jaw from his hold to wrap his arms around your fragile frame again, keep all the scattered pieces of you together.

"Good girl," he whispered, too, his piercing cool against your heated skin, lips brushing across your aching jaw.

With a deep, pleased hum, he began to rub soothing circles into your hand, trying to steady it in his warmth.

"Did it make you wet?" He questioned lowly. "Telling me you liked it."

"Jungkook," you whimpered his name, as though hoping to appeal to his common sense. Or to the softer side of him you were used to. "You're scaring me."

"I know," he pressed the next kiss into your neck, gentle and teasing. "Does that make you wet, too?"

No answer.

Gotcha.

Jungkook slid his palms down your legs, prying them open forcefully, his jaw set tight when you tried to protest, nails digging into your sensitive skin.

"Stop fucking squirming," he hissed. "I am so tired of this little attitude. I will drag you to my room and tie you to the bed if you don't fucking behave."

A visible shiver ran through you, causing him to groan.

"Oh yeah, I know you'd fucking like that."

He flipped you onto the couch like you weighed nothing, instantly trapping you under the heat of his body. Being able to finally look into your eyes was exhilarating, your pupils wide, the fright in them a burning, living flame that made his stiff cock ache.

Gently, he brought an inked hand down to your face and pressed your cheek into the couch, steering your eyes back to the screen.

"Look. Look and tell me you haven't been rubbing that little clit and dreaming I could fuck you like this."

The little shallow breaths leaving you made his gaze fall down to your chest, the swell of your breasts visible through the low neckline of your shirt. He could feel his own pulse racing, his hand more rough than intended when it enveloped your neck.

"Come on, tell me I'm wrong, baby. Tell me you never made yourself come wishing I'd pin you down and give it to you good."

He leaned down, his hot breath fanning across your face.

You still didn't say a word. Moonstruck. That was how he felt. He needed to make you his more than he needed to breathe.

"Well?" He taunted, choking you harder. "Prove me wrong. Tell me you don't want me to slap you around and fuck you like a little whore, ignore your fucking whining and stuff you full of cum. Say it, baby."

All that left your throat was a weak, breathy whimper that made him want to bury himself inside you and wreck your tight, little cunt until your eyes rolled back and your throat ached from screaming.

But - there was no space for impatience in art. He released your neck in favor of slipping his hand in between your legs, pressing his fingers right into your panties.

A strained grunt slipped through his teeth when he felt the sticky, wet spot on them, your thighs flinching at the contact.

"Fuck."

You avoided his eyes, even though he could feel you seeking more of his touch, hips rolling subtly, chest trembling with each breath you took. He pressed his thumb into your clothed clit, for no more than a moment before he pulled his hand away entirely.

Although you tried to catch his wrist to stop him and get him back to where you needed him, you didn't complain. Like you were too terrified to speak, whether it was because of him or because of your own desires. Most likely both.

Cooing, he kissed your soft cheek.

"Now, there, you know how to be good when you want to, don't you?"

Cupping your face, he made you look back at him, staring right into your eyes when he closed the distance between you.

And yet, all he gave you was a ghost of a kiss, a touch that was barely there. It still made his heart thrum and his cock jump in his sweats.

"I'm gonna take care of you, baby," he breathed into your lips. "I'm gonna make all your dreams come true. I'll catch you someday when you're walking home and drag you into some filthy alley. And you can scream and cry and pretend you don't like it all you want if that makes you feel better about being a messed up, little slut. I hope you cry a lot."

A shiver ran up his spine at the soft sound that reached his ears. A moan. Short, quiet, shaky, full of mortification, but it was there.

The next sound was more familiar, a reminder of the constant ticking of the clock. A car pulling up into the driveway. Your parents were back.

Jungkook nudged your nose with his.

"Watch your back, little angel. I always know where you are."

With that, he pushed himself up and got off the couch, adjusting his sweats. He didn't spare you a glance, leaving you to scramble and try to gather yourself as the keys jingled on the other side of the door, shaky fingers trying to reach the remote to turn off the tv.

Jungkook had a problem of his own to solve for the night. He needed a long, cold shower.

And then just a little more patience. Patience made all the difference in art.

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vintagestarlight · 1 year

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Looks Like Snow

Summary: Soap shovels the drive way and you can't help but admire the view

Pairing: John Mactavish x gf!reader

Words: 749

Warnings: fluff, slight suggestive material

A/n: this is a short one! Just wanted to get out another soap fic before the holidays. As always please let me know what you think of it! I've got a few other WIPs I'm working on and going to try to have out before Christmas! Requests are also open for 141 guys so send in anything you want to see or just if you want to chat! Hope you all enjoy! :)

"Because of the accumulated snow, snow plows are unable to clear any roads or driveways and roads remain closed at this time. Citizens are encouraged to stay indoors due to slick and icy conditions" The weatherman continued to report on the snowy conditions. "I can't believe the snowplows are delayed again," you grumbled, changing the channel to a lighthearted Christmas movie. "Our driveway is never gonna get cleared," you said, taking a sip of your hot cocoa. As soon as Soap heard no one was coming to clear the roads and you wanted the driveway cleared, he started pulling on his winter boots.

"Where are you going babe?" You asked from where you were sitting on the couch bundled in countless blankets. "Goin' ta shovel our driveway Bonnie," he replied pulling a beanie over his Mohawk and a simple hoodie. When you asked why he simply said his hen deserves a clear driveway. "But I'm not going anywhere. No one is," you laughed. "Besides it's too cold outside to do anything and really I was just complaining," you added. But Soap wouldn't hear of it. "If my hen wants a clear driveway, a clear driveway she's gonna get," he said, giving you a peck on the cheek and heading toward the garage to get the shovel.

After half an hour of Johnny shoveling the driveway you began to worry because it was so cold out. You knew it was stupid; Johnny had probably been through so much worse on the many missions he's sent out on but you still couldn't help but worry. It was cold and it had only gotten colder since he had been out there. You pushed the covers off and padded to the window where you could see Johnny. He was still going, shoveling the snow a foot at a time. Other than his breath billowing out in clouds you wouldn't even know he was cold. He was steadily clearing the driveway and you couldn't help but admire the view.

The thick muscles in his back stretched over tough sinew underneath the tight hoodie with every toss of the shovel. His biceps bulged under the sleeves and you bit your lip. It was no secret that John was an attractive man; you noticed the stares in public and the flirting in grocery stores. You weren't insecure by any means; in fact you found it comical that they made every effort to convince John to "give them a call". Johnny always rejected them; politely of course. Besides, you were the one he came home to.

You brought your mind back to the scene in front of you. Johnny was the greatest boyfriend you could ask for. I mean, who else would go out into the freezing cold to shovel a driveway for no other reason than you wanted it done? You truly hit the jackpot with Johnny. You saw Johnny stop and wipe his brow; you couldn't believe he was sweating considering how cold it was. You walked over to the kitchen and got a thermos out of the cabinet. You poured some of the hot chocolate into the insulated tumbler and screwed the lid on.

You made sure you were bundled tightly before opening the front door. Your feet crunched on the snow-ice mixture covering the ground as you made your way to your boyfriend. "What're you doin' out here Bonnie?" Johnny said, looking up when he saw you making your way through the snow. "I thought you could use this," you said, handing the thermos over. "You're too good to me," he said, giving you a kiss before taking the thermos and unscrewing the lid. "You're the one out here working," you replied. "It's freezing out here. I can't believe you came out here to do this just for me," you said, looking down at the now clear driveway.

"You're worth freezing for bonnie," he said, setting the thermos down and wrapping his arms around you. He slipped his hands underneath your coat and you squealed at the harsh temperature of his hands against your still warm skin. He pulled you closer to him, your bodies pressed together. "You know I can think of plenty of ways to warm you up," you whispered against his neck and he groaned. "You cannae tease me like that woman," he said, pulling you closer as if you weren't pressed together already. "Who said I was teasing?" You asked, looking up at him. You could tell by the looks in his eyes that it was going to be a long night for you.

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athousandbyeol · 9 months

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discussion #6 (only friends): boyfriend, bed friend and friend with benefit— are these colours a possible 'spoiler' to their ending?

three couple posters were released, and i'm thrilled to see three primary colours representing each pair. after sanray's green bed friend and topmew's red boyfriend were shared, i speculated bostonnick's to be yellow. one of the reasons this prediction arise is because of the nature of their relationship/personality and also my personal opinion on these pairs' possible ending.

however, i saw this tweet last night and i thought it was very insightful. thanks to op for sharing their input. it's interesting to observe these colours associated with each pair from the viewpoint of the traffic light. :)

thus, in this post, i wish to highlight some core points and assumptions about the dynamic/nature of each pair that corresponds with their designated colours; red, green and yellow.

as always, this (and any) of my discussion post is a space to welcome a disparity of thoughts from everyone who watches this drama. please take it with a grain of salt. :)

[warning: a very long post ahead].

let's begin.

topmew | boyfriend [jealousy and manipulation]

first and foremost, when this poster dropped, i was surprised. i didn't expect topmew to get this colour. i was expecting red to represent sanray because of their passion and overall fieriness. even in the trailer, we can see how tense those two are, like fire on fire, one inciting the flame and the other just making it worse.

however, after watching the trailer again, i understand the purpose of red as topmew's colour.

before we jump into the assumption, let's dive into the meaning behind the colour.

red: an emblem of true love and revenge

red often symbolises strength, passion, action and energy. the simplest example i can use in this context is the red rose. usually, a red rose is given to glorify the profound love a person has for someone. it's ironic considering red is also the colour of blood— and blood is somewhat a sacred and eerily beautiful symbol of infatuation in many love, tragic, horror and sad stories.

despite its positive connotations, red also means danger, anger, revenge and aggression. as i've mentioned, red is another classic symbol/motif/metaphor of anger used in many stories or movies— the best example is also blood.

why red is topmew's colour?

jealousy

interestingly, aside from the poster, there's something else in the tweet that needs attention.

เราเล็งใครไว้ ไม่เคยพลาดนะ translates to whoever we aim for, we never miss. this is the line top says to mew when they are playing laser tag (which looks so fun).

i find it fascinating when top says this because it happens after top catches mew hugging ray;

why does this matter? well, i believe this is the start of top's jealousy.

the clenched jaw, his body tensing, and a tiny bit of sadness in those eyes— i have to say, this is one of the points that can potentially be top's moment of epiphany. this (or the kiss in the shower) might be when top realises he likes mew.

additionally, it's very ironic that topmew are playing laser tag; a game that focuses on strategising and 'killing' your opponent. this somehow makes me view topmew's relationship as a hunter hunting its prey. however, in their case, top believes he's the hunter (as explained in top's introduction post, top is the top of everything). yet, top has never met the best opponent. not until mew.

p'book explained that mew is helpful and generous with his friends. but one thing he despises the most is dishonesty. people who take advantage of him will face the greatest disaster. these are very strong representations of mew's character, already denoting mew's colour as red. my initial thought was mew was generally blue (calm and level-headed), but his colour will change when his trust on top falters.

furthermore, as i've mentioned in my previous discussion posts, mew is more than what we think he is. the introduction post is already giving so much of mew's personality and vibe. he doesn't smile that much, and his eyes are very dark and hollow. the smirk he wears is not really evident, but it promises a sinister and potent impact. (once again, kudos to p'book for portraying these nuances of mew so well even in the intro video. i still get goosebumps when i watch it.)

top thinks he can outsmart mew. i believe he's going to eat his words someday.

side note: boston displays lenience when he's with top. boston is more of the submissive type with top, proof is taken when they had sex in the car, boston does all the work. this illustrates the power top has over boston and his reluctance to lose. it's also likely that boston was the one who called top that night, even though he (might have) known top was with mew before.

when top knows he likes mew— genuinely likes him and experiences jealousy for the first time— this is why he (and mew) represents red; you're mine. don't be someone else's. just mine.

manipulation

next, in the shower scene, top says—

—and is followed by a kiss.

as p'force mentioned in his intro post, the word love that comes from top's mouth is never sincere.

side note: i'm a bit conflicted when i learned about this because it made me think of two possibilities, 1) top genuinely falls for mew after they become boyfriends or 2) top never likes mew and he's just playing with him (like his other boyfriends/casual hookups). i hope top will like mew for real because if he doesn't, it won't really add much to his character— or simply, it'll just make him a flat character at the end. also, it doesn't give significance to mew's character as well, given his transformation is deeply rooted in top's dishonesty.

in both scenes, top says things that i personally don't understand its significance, but it's his way of claiming ownership and setting foot in mew's life, an indication that mew is his and he wants mew (and everyone) to know that.

it's a form of subtle manipulation from top— masked with sweet promises and again, (faked) honesty. top knows it's the only way to gain mew's trust: by making mew believe that top only sees and wants mew.

top surprises me in this frame because is that jealousy and anger on his face? (i think it is).

it's the way he says it. the slight quiver of his voice, the quietness of it almost brings forth his insecurity about losing mew's trust. although he's certain mew likes him too, ray is mew's friend and they've known each other longer than mew knows top. in one way or another, mew will possibly believe ray more than top, given mew hates dishonesty in a friendship/relationship. mew will treasure anyone who treasures him, but top worships and bends mew's trust simultaneously. something painful will be the price top has to pay after the truth unfolds.

another act of manipulation i noticed from mew is when top hugs mew and cries.

i believe mew might want a break-up at this point, but top doesn't want to. the little smile mew wears is an indication that mew knows he won this fight— he successfully manipulated top into thinking yes, i'm wrong. yes, i lied to you. yes, i can't live without you. an honourable mention includes mew's little smirk when top hugs him on the bed.

mew has it in him— that instinct— the hey, this top guy is interesting. mew keeps his cards safely in his hands, and once he thinks it's best to use them, oh, he will.

it's going to be very fascinating if this is the shift of mew's transformation— if this will be the second mew starts kicking off his plans on destroying top.

topmew's possible ending

as red signifies revenge, i think topmew won't be the endgame.

i personally think it'll be silly/unrealistic if mew still gives top a chance even after discovering about him and boston. it also doesn't add up to mew's personality as someone who is determined, resolute and sticks to his virtues. them being together at the end isn't what i want. the ending i want from topmew is 1) top will learn from his mistakes and 2) mew doesn't rely on love and friendship to determine the route of his personal life (he should take charge and make decisions for himself).

i assume topmew's break-up will be the start of mew's character growth and a revelation of top's true personality. but them being the endgame? i hope they won't. hehe.

//it's funny to me considering i adore forcebook but i don't want topmew to end up together...//

sanray | bed friend [safety and envy]

previously, i correlated sanray with greed and gluttony (thoroughly explained in this post). i view sanray as the right person and right time, but ray is somewhat too afraid to admit it, and san is somehow 'weak' to make ray believe it's true.

however, despite the turmoils they face in this relationship, there's a strong feeling of positivity i get from these two (and also bostonnick). why?

do you notice: sanray and bostonnick have always been honest with each other?

ray says he just wants someone to keep him company. san wishes ray can just focus on him. boston says he doesn't love nick that way. nick wishes boston can only love him. from the start of their relationship, they always vocalise what they really want from each other.

side note: topmew is different because they aren't honest, to begin with. we can expect a painful downfall from a relationship that is based on deceit.

but what is green, and why does it symbolise sanray's relationship?

green: a token of hope and balance

the colour generally has a positive meaning. green often resembles nature, and nature encompasses home, balance and relaxation. yet, green also means envy and judgement, hence the saying, green with envy.

why green is sanray's colour?

safety

ray (and i assume, top) are battling with different mental health issues. possibly, ray suffers from depression (assumption made by the bathtub scene when mew hugs ray),

and top is insomniac (pills scattering near the sink).

(i can be wrong).

what i'm trying to say is ray might feel 'bare' and 'naked' as his feelings for mew aren't reciprocated. this also roots in his insecurity in knowing that this won't change— mew won't ever like him— especially after he likes top. ray knows he no longer has a chance with mew despite still liking mew. and that messes with his head.

what does ray want in his life? security. a home. a place to be and feel safe.

i don't know if i can explain this well, but there's always dread whenever something doesn't go how we want it to be? i think that's ray's major problem: he can't come to terms with his feelings. he sees the world as a solid entity. he doesn't possess the fluidity to 'shape' himself differently from that belief. thus, this is why ray is so afraid of the growing infatuation he has for san, because san isn't in that box— it has always been mew. but mew doesn't want to be in that box— san does.

ray is a ticking bomb in the sense that he's very unexpected and volatile. there are many instances in the trailer that shows ray's explosive reaction and approach when he confronts san. one of the examples is when ray says having san in his life won't make it better (it's the opposite. ray knows this too.)

all he wants is safety and assurance. ray also wants clarity and an end to the doubts in his head. befriending san, having this 'bed friend' relationship helps ray see that it's possible. but as i explained, ray doesn't know if he can have that with san. it's a very sad and (twisted) understanding of love. ray believes he's 'cheating' on mew by having romantic feelings for san. yet, i reckon, mew doesn't want ray to feel that way. mew also wants ray to find his happiness, even if it's not from/with him.

i do believe ray's perception of love will change. there's going to be a cathartic moment he experiences one day that gives him the certitude he needs. san has always been the door that ray can open anytime. it's only a matter of acceptance and forgiveness that will save ray from his own devils. it's only a matter of time for ray to accept his feelings as they are— to take san's hands and walk on this journey together.

envy

envy is a potent driving force between san and ray. even though it's mainly from ray, san also shows nuances of envy.

in one way or another, san knows ray likes mew. but san likes ray— ray (who isn't ready) to like san back.

the pattern i see in every couple is they're each other's reflection. they might not realise it now, but they will when they're about to lose their other half.

in sanray's case, san hasn't fully grasped ray's train of thought. although he assumes he knows what ray is thinking, his speculations aren't entirely true. it's also because san has his own ideas about ray and how this relationship should work.

san wants to fit ray into his mould and expects ray to abide by it, but he knows too well that ray is still bound to mew. this will frustrate san the most and further amplifies his anger/despair/jealousy.

(why must first cry in every role he acts in? my heart is breaking for him...)

i guess it has to do with san's personality as a survivor (extracted from san's intro post). he battles with himself every day to make ends meet. he isn't financially well-off while ray is rich.

furthermore, from this line included in the poster tweet;

เพื่อนกัน เค้าไม่คิดตังค์เว้ย = friends, they don't think about money, parallel this scene—

—which adds another layer to san's character as a faithful/sincere/kind person/lover. he doesn't blur the lines between friendship and love if his feelings aren't involved (making him a bit selfish, but it's a given when a person so strong-headed and passionate like san starts loving something/someone). from the beginning, san never wants ray's money even though that's the most important thing in his life.

different living status promises a different set of challenges. i don't mean to be biased, but the reality is, the poor will always endure the toughest battle. therefore, san's insecurity is valid, and his confusion is necessary. why?

as san's feelings for ray grow, he starts doubting his worth. he doesn't have much to offer, only his body, soul and time— that's all. san will make deductions— am i just only that to ray? just a bed friend? can he ever be more than that to ray?

sanray's possible ending

sanray is the pair that i hope (and somehow confident) will get a happy ending.

there's so much to them that fits the holes and gaps in each other. they do feel like two people finally finding one another after all the chaos and heartbreaks. they make me want to root for them because the pain they've endured is just so gut-wrenching that i insist they'll be the endgame no matter the circumstances.

i also believe since green is their colour, sanray will achieve that balance and harmony in the end. despite not knowing how and when they'll get to that stage, i'm quite certain they'll be together. these two incendiary characters can finally simmer down the rupturing fire in them by being together, taking and discarding the positive and negative, and also achieving the clarity they've always wanted— together.

bostonnick | friend with benefit [happiness and egoism]

from the two trailers, we get so little of boston and nick's dynamic. it touches on the core elements; lust and envy (further explained in this post). we're seeing only the gist of what and who they are to each other and other people, which attributes to a wonderful surprise awaiting us once only friends airs.

i expected bostonnick's colour will be either yellow or orange, and i'm happy my assumption hit the jackpot this time hehe. although boston's character is likely the antagonist of the story, nick balances his negativity really well. nick's brightness manages to dull boston's darkness.

yellow: a sign of happiness and egoism

yellow is generally a happy colour. it reminds me of the sun; bright and hot. yellow is often associated with cheerfulness and energy. it's a colour that incites many good emotions.

even though this colour shines with positivity, yellow can also represent cowardice and lies; it also acts as a precautionary sign; kind of like the traffic light; yellow— prepare to stop (not to speed up hahaha).

why yellow is bostonnick's colour?

happiness (light)

i see bostonnick as yellow because i think they're genuinely happy when they're together.

boston to me is very red, and nick is somewhat white. they're from two different ends of the colour spectrum, with nick being the bright sunshine while boston is the dark clouds. however, i see only positive influences nick has on boston, mainly when they meet outside of the bed and in the red (developing) room.

their relationship might begin because of boston's habit/obsession with capturing moments of sex with his partners. nick might be the tech-savvy guy that is coincidentally working on the day boston pays a visit. the universe really wants them to meet somehow.

i can't exactly picture how they go from this;

to this;

i guess the attraction is mutual from the first encounter (or one of them is very horny at that time [read: boston]), and they begin to confide in each other afterwards.

although we know the foundation of their relationship is mainly boston seeking nick's help (with his equipment (?) and urges), there are also moments of them spending time with each other like how lovers do. the wakeboarding date (?) and other possible meetings are just happy days spent together.

moreover, it's evident that nick is happy to be boston's favourite.

regardless of boston still having an on-and-off connection with top, boston will cave into nick more and more because nick can give him everything he wants fast. nick's availability appeals so much to boston. this makes nick his favourite because again— boston and his idea of controlling the things he likes— applies to nick too.

side note: i don't know if boston is a sex manic or he's insatiable, but i assume nick doesn't mind feeding boston's constant need for intimacy (even though it'll hurt him the most eventually).

ego

boston has a big ego, and he knows this. that ego is one of boston's strongest (and toxic) traits. like top, boston believes he can have everything and anything he wants. why? because of his brazenness, boston doesn't really have much fear in him as well as decency. he's the go-big-or-go-home type of person. this portion of boston is also one of his most appealing qualities, and nick clearly takes the bait.

however, boston's ego is also his greatest downfall. he thinks he won't be affected if someday, nick decides to leave him for good (and go to p'papang's character, which i honestly approve of). when that day comes, it will make boston realise (hopefully) that the truth is; he does love nick all along.

but this is the thing boston and top have in common: they don't understand what love is. the concept of love to them is vague and stupid. they don't know if true love exists, and i'm guessing it has to do with their (painful? embarrassing?) past experiences. they perceive love in the same manner; sex. they objectify their loved ones to benefit their pride and ego. if they don't get something in return, it'll be useless. they won't use them.

boston says he never loves nick because he knows he has never given nick anything but pain and pleasure. a part of boston is aware that he's unforgivingly mean, but it's a feature he can't discard easily; this ego. boston can't see himself falling to his knees and acknowledging his feelings for nick because that hurts his pride.

boston is a walking disaster, and he doesn't want to lose that title— he glorifies that label— because it makes him feel powerful and in control, a common trait of a narcissist.

and because boston clouds himself by believing nick is just an object, he gets angry when nick stops serving his purpose; to satisfy boston. it infuriates boston that nick found his voice and wants boston to listen to his needs. boston can't let that happen, mainly because of his ego. he's just too prideful to be at anyone's mercy.

it's not because nick can't get enough of boston— it's boston who never thinks nick is enough.

side note: let's be real— top chooses mew. top wants mew. top sees boston as an object of lust. that's all. what he does to nick is what top does to him. it's like boston's cry of protest— feeling unwanted by someone he (thinks) he wants.

yet, boston also uses his ego to control, play and manipulate nick's feelings.

sadly, nick's honesty gets the best of him because boston prefers to overlook that sincerity; nick's desire for love.

กูแค่อยากให้มึงรักกูคนเดียว = i just want you to love only me; boston can't. his ego doesn't let him.

bostonnick's possible ending

i'm inclined to bostonnick having an open/ambiguous ending. like the colour yellow, there's going to be a balance of optimism and cowardice. nick might still want to be with boston despite the hell boston brings into his life because he really loves boston. unlike mew, nick doesn't have malicious intent (i don't see this in him, really) in seeking revenge etc. he reminds me of the character that is truly broken by a person they love the most. nick somehow illustrates how pure love is and how painful it can be.

also, it'll be exciting if there's a redemption arc for boston as he's likely the antagonist of this story (honourable mention will be mew). he might realise nick's worth and start things over. there'll be hesitation and doubts— does nick still loves me?— but if boston is honest and willing to fix this, nick is always open to accepting him.

nick has a soft spot in my heart and i'm genuinely hoping better days will come to him (because mark shared in nick's intro post, nick cried so much. it's rare to get a smiling nick).

conclusion

colours play an important role in telling or showing intent, purpose and significance. it's a widely used symbol/motif/theme/metaphor to give the audience a better picture of the storyline, plot, characters, etc.

as always, i find it interesting that these primary colours are so basic but it gives so much depth to these three couples. all of them are distinctly unique with so many humane attributes. it's riveting almost to see three different dynamics in a series.

their red and green and yellow will bring forward so many colourful emotions from us. are we ready to be painted black at the end of the drama?

side note: do you know? the first step in making black is mixing red, green and yellow.

(i tried it with pencil colours and it's almost black. all it needs is a touch of blue.)

what awaits us? are these colours the possible spoiler to each pair's destiny? let's find out starting this saturday. surely, it'll be a hell of a ride.

[1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (i) | 4 (ii) | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12]

references:

only friends twitter page

only friends pilot trailer

only friends official trailer

colour meanings: red | green | yellow

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bengiyo · 7 months

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If you had to pick one film that was your favorite from each unit of your Queer Cinema Syllabus, which ones would they be and why?

The Queer Cinema Syllabus grew out of a conversation that @shortpplfedup and I were having about what queer works I would show to a prospective BL fan, which eventually led to the creation of @the-conversation-pod. Captain Hands here has decided to run the gauntlet and has reached Unit 2.

Unit 1: Coming of Age Post-Moonlight

It's definitely Pariah (2011). This movie and Moonlight (2016) are having a complex conversation about Blackness and Queerness that feels so resonant to me. It's so rare that we see lesbians of any sort treated with this much complexity and sympathy in a contemporary setting. The complex web of lesbian interactions here isn't matched that often, and the only other movie that comes to mind it The Watermelon Woman (1996).

Unit 2: Race, Disability, and Class

Probably The Way He Looks (2014) because it's an easy layup to introduce folks to the genre. The intersection between Leo's blindness and his queerness gives the newer person multiple things to think about and forces them to consider how queer people are more than just their queerness. I also feel warmly about this film because it was a project we followed all the way from short film to movie, and I love that we were able to get the entire cast back.

Unit 3: Faith and Religion

You haven't gotten here, but this is where things start to get especially heavy. I think for this section I'm going with The Wise Kids (2011) because I really like the way Stephen Cone approaches the struggle with faith queer and non-queer people have in evangelical spaces. There's an honesty that I really admire. This is not an easy film, but it's lingered with me for over a decade.

Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley

This is the section of straight losses. I don't know that I ever want to watch it again, but I would probably select Bent (1997) as my favorite because the idea that we could still love even in the greatest of horrors spoke to me. I also think the performances in this adaptation are phenomenal.

Unit 5: Lesbians

I think we just passed Lesbian Visibility Day, so happy birthday, lesbians! This is actually a difficult selection because there are so many great films in this section. I think, today, I'm giving it to The Handmaiden (2016), but I almost chose Bound (1996).

Unit 6: Gems

I don't even need to look to know Big Eden (2000) is in this section. This section whips ass all around, but Big Eden is my favorite because there's just so much love all over this movie, and every new fact I learn about the BTS of it makes me love it more. Arye Gross and Eric Shweig did not have to go as hard as they did in this movie. The director left that choice to them a veteran actors and they did that 23 years ago. Nothing but admiration and respect. This is one of my most beloved films.

Unit 7: Asian Film Warm-up

This is a difficult selection because I think it depends on my mood, but for now, I'll go with The Stranger by the Shore (2020). This is a very Japanese take on second-chance romance. I like the way Japan approaches the quiet internalized homophobia that grips us. Some of the same things in Minato's Laundromat can be found here. It's also gorgeous and approaches sex in a frank way that I really loved.

Unit 8: Yaoi

Once again I don't even need to look to know that it's Yuri!!! On Ice (2016). This show is so goddamn gay. I know people feel like it was censored because of the kiss, but these two proposed to each other. It's what sports anime wishes it could be with the open queerness on display from so many characters. It's beautiful and so much fun.

Unit 9: Boys Love

I will not be selecting a favorite BL, but I will say that I really love The Boy Foretold by the Stars (2020) and it's a movie. I loved that we had a femme lead for once and that they explored what faith meant for femmes. It's a film that took the romantic lead's gay awakening very seriously and explored what being together might look like in a sequel called Love Beneath the Stars.

I'm looking forward to you completing the syllabus!

#answered #lgbt film #pariah #the way he looks #the boy foretold by the stars #the wise kids #bent #yuri!!! on ice #the stranger by the shore #big eden #the handmaiden #queer cinema syllabus

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Return To Sender

Word Count: 2,155

Writers Note: Meet Cece's new soon-to-be friend Natalya Dyer who's totally not based off of my great friend @sissylittlefeather the Jerry in my life ....

Warning: Sexual content and Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.

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Memphis August 1968

" I think that's all of it, ma’am." One of the movers said, placing the last box in her home, the biting smell of her cigarette flooding the room as she took a deep breath. Her long dark brown hair was unraveling from its beehive. She sat down. Her son Jericho would be home any minute to tell her about his first day at school. Of course, she knew that if it was one thing a mother needed was mai tai, some music, and a nice relaxing day,

BRRRING!

BRRRRING!

BRRRRRRING!

"Damnit. Who's calling me now..." She groaned, walking towards her teal rotary phone, "Natalya Dyer speaking,

" Who's this?" Holding her cigarette in the other hand as she waited for the voice to speak,

"Nat, how's everything in Memphis." It was her boss, Mrs. Moon, of the juicy gossip magazine Moon and Sun. "It's not California." Natalya smiled, her radio playing softly in the background as she took a deep drag of her cigarette. It wasn't that she didn't like her job. She knew she was destined for great things, like being an author or owning a company. But Natalya might have started considering a new job based on her thoughts about being destined for her boss's words to her,

"Well, that's great hun. Listen, we want the juicy gossip between Hollywood's greatest couple."

"Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski?"

"No, Elvis and Cecelia Presley." Natalya knew that the magazine was known as a crummy rumor and sex magazine amongst the stars, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Was there anything to report? "Alright, Mrs. Moon, any leads?"

"Nope, I'm just your messenger today. You've got to do the rest of the work." Although she had been considering a new job, the twinge of curiosity seemed to have won her over, and it looked like she'd be doing the rest of the work to get the scoop on the couple.

"Mama!! Mama!!!"

"Well, Tata dear." Mrs. Moon hung up, and as she did, Natalya put all her attention on her blonde-haired blue-eyed son. "Hey, Jer-Bear, how was school!" Natalya asked as he hugged his mother,

"It was good. I made lots of friends, and I think two of them are related to the Presleys."

"That's good," Natalya smiled as she then zoned back into what he just said,

"Why's that honey?"

"Well... One's got blue eyes and dark hair."

"Every white boy who's got dark hair and blue eyes isn't a-"

"And his last name is Presley, and his sister asked if we could come over tonight for dinner!" Would it be this simple for her to get this job done? She wondered to herself,

"Did they give you a number?" She asked. Natalya had hoped these kids weren't playing a cruel joke on her son, but then again one could never know for sure.

"They did!" Jericho smiled, handing her a piece of a cupcake wrapper with writing on it. Although, it was weird, as a journalist. She's handled much worse. Natalya dialed the number as she waited. This couldn't be real, she was calling the house of the world's favorite stars, it had to be a-

"Hello, Elvis Presley speaking?"

"Prank..." She mumbled. "I-I mean, uh, Hi!, I'm Natalya Dyer, and my son, I believe, befriended your children?" She said, trying to remain calm. She was talking to Elvis! A man whose movies she's watched religiously! A man, who she's had posters of!

"Mhmm, One moment." Elvis looked at his son Jesse as he looked up at his dad, "Did you invite a friend over?" He asked as Jesse nodded,

"Was I not supposed to..."

"Buddy, you gotta ask me and your mama first." He ruffled up his dark hair,

"Oh..."

"Can he still come over?" Elaine began to bat her eyes as Elvis smiled, bending to his daughter's will, "Oh alright," He winked, "Uh, Mrs. Dyer, ya still there?"

"Mhmm..." She nodded trying not to scream,

"Could you come by say 4:30? My wife should be home then," Sometimes it did indeed pay to have a kid, Natalya thought, "Of course, we'll leave now." Natalya hung up as Jericho came back down,

"Can we go!"

"Mhmm!" Bringing her notepad and a pen, she got her keys and her son and took off. Driving down from her house on Audubon to Graceland was beautiful. There were trees and long stretches of land, a beautiful rustic feel that was different from California and different from her messy life. As she was driving down towards the house, she saw a 68 pink Mustang cruise beside her, as she looked over to see who it was. Her eyes caught a glimpse of who she thought was. "Cecelia Presley?" She mumbled but then shrugged. Maybe it wasn't her, and she was getting herself a little too excited.

"Mama, look!" Jericho pointed towards the gates as he grinned,

"Holy shit..." Natalya gasped driving toward the driveway, "Excuse me Ms. may I help you." There was a man at the gate with brown shaggy hair and a warm smile,

"Natalya Dyer," She smiled as Jericho waved at the man, "Come in, E and C are expecting you." Driving up the driveway. She saw a woman with jeans on and her shirt tied standing next to her pink Mustang,

"El!" Cecelia smiled, "Oh! Hi!" She turned to face,

"Uh... Natalya Dyer." She stuck her hand out as Cecelia stole a glance at her. She was beautiful and built like Sophia Loren,

"Nice to meet you, and who's this little cutie!"

"JERICHO!!!" Jesse ran out of the house, Jericho hugged his friend as Natalya laughed,

"My son,"

"Well come on in, can I get you anything to drink?" Cecelia asked as Natalya nodded,

"Got anything to make a Mai Tai?"

"Rough day?"

"Just moved in today..." Natalya shook her head, She watched as Cecelia made her drink and smiled,

"Where from?"

"California, though I'm from Tulsa Oklahoma." She mentioned as Cecelia snickered, Natalya didn't find it funny until she remembered whose house she was in.

"Is there a Mr. Dyer?"

"No...No... I'm going through a messy divorce. It's just my son and I living in Audubon." Natalya shrugged,

"Say, uh, I don't wanna make things weird, but,"

"You wanna interview Elvis and me?"

"How'd you know?"

"The pen and pad in your pocket."

"Touche..." She laughed as Cecelia smirked,

"Mama, can I have a fancy drink too!" Natalya heard a small voice say as she looked down and saw a little girl who looked like Cecelia. "Of course, sweetheart." She made her a mocktail and sent her on her way,

"That's our daughter Elaine."

"She's beautiful,"

"She's a minute younger than her brother,"

"Cece is that you?"

"In the kitchen!" She shouted back,

"Is that..."

"Mhmm, in the TV room, " The two walked down as Cecelia led her down the stairs, Elvis had been watching Football, the news, and a game show. He hadn't been wearing anything too spectacular except for his wedding band, but for once he looked like a normal guy,

"Whatcha watching..." Cecelia asked, her arms around his shoulder as he kissed her hand, "My damn teams losin again." He huffed as she shook her head,

"What about you how was your day?"

"Stressful, but enough about that..." He kissed her nose as she blushed, "We have a guest, Ms. Dyer,"

"We spoke on the phone," He got up and introduced himself to her, "Lovely home!" She squeaked,

"She just moved to Audubon Drive today?"

"I used to live there, it's a nice suburb if you don't hang your laundry on a clothesline," He grumbled,

"Explain's the price for it." she mumbled, "Well don't be a stranger Nat come sit, turn the TV onto whatever you watch!" Elvis smiled and she felt warm inside, like he was a familiar friend,

"May I interview you two for Moon and Sun Magazine?" Natalya asked as Elvis shrugged,

"Don't see why not," He responded as Cecelia sat next to him.

"Alright, I warn you... These questions are a bit uh... raunchy cause Moon and Sun, like that kind of thing,"

"Shoot." Elvis winked,

"Alright, uh... What's your favorite time of day t-to," Natalya couldn't believe she was going to ask her two favorite artists this question, but here she was,

"To what?" Elvis asked, his eyebrow quirking up, he couldn't lie and say he didn't read Moon and Sun magazine, it was one of the many things that kept the spice in his life going.

"To have sex...", She got quiet as Elvis and Cecelia paused, the couple thinking for a while as Natalya gulped,

"I-I don't know, Cil and I are like rabbits sometimes ya know." Elvis laughed as Cecelia blushed, "I'd say early mornin, it's something about hearing the birds chirp that makes it romantic." She grinned as Natalya wrote their answers down,

"I agree." Elvis winked,

"And why's that?"

"Well, it's when it's just us and the early morning glow on her skin. It makes her look like a goddess." Elvis mentioned as he shrugged, Natalya nodded, she could remember when her husband was romantic like that, "Get as dirty as you want hun," Cecelia poured a glass of Fanta Orange,

"You sure?"

"You want people to buy this don't'cha," Elvis smirked as Natalya nodded,

"So what was it like the first time you two fucked," Natalya asked as Elvis lit up a cigarillo, "Mind lighting my cig?" She asked as Elvis leaned to light it.

"It was bad," Cecelia giggled,

"You said it was good." He playfully glared at her as Natalya watched them, "Well, it was good then, I mean we were 20 and it was on a tour bus, which is hot, but."

"Not romantic," Natalya added as they both nodded, "We were so awkward, Couldn't look him in the eye." Cecelia laughed,

"I see, I see, so speaking of that how big is it..." Natalya asked as Cecelia smirked, "Now we're talkin," Elvis went red as he coughed, "I'll be outside by the door..." He smiled,

"So... Is the king packing a scepter..."

"Mhmm... Think a Cola bottle and a quarter," Cecelia smirked, Natayla gasped,

"And you take all of it..."

"Mhmm."

"So... did you like suck it the first time or,"

"Second time, and..."

"It was the best damn head I ever had." He walked back in,

"Glad to see you're back. Cause, I got a question for you."

"Alright."

"Did you go muff diving?" She smirked, "I mean it is all the rage now,"

"Course I did," He smirked, "Always do, she got me used to it, "

"I did?" Cecelia blushed, as he winked, Natayla liked the conversation she was stirring, but she wanted to know more, something that wasn't so sexual,

"Say, tell me about that Christmas Special coming up?"

"Well, I should let Cece tell you that, I'm just the singer, for singer, but Cece directed it." He gave her praise as he kissed her, "Correction second unit director, Binder directed it, and if I must add, without my help, it would have been shit..."

"Tell me more," Natalya realized she was interviewing the wrong person really, "I mean as a woman, and of color that had to be tough," She sighed,

"Well Binders team and my team had a vision, and that vision was Elvis, nothing less nothing more." Cecelia looked at her husband as he kissed her cheek, "Not to mention while taking care of the kids." Elvis chuckled, "But this woman here, is amazin, she won't talk about herself, but I will, My wife put that damn show so ahead on its train tracks all I had to worry about was what location and what outfit, she's a genius she's an icon and she's my hero." He looked into her eyes as Natalya's heart yearned for what they had, "I did nothing except organize and yell action," Cecelia joked, " I mean am I force not to fuck with yeah, but I'm a wife and a mother and-"

"And an amazin artist and songwriter and writer, and guitar player," He turned to Natalya,

"Man, I wish I had my magazine... I'd cover stories like this you know."

"Then come up with a business proposal and we'll make it happen."

"I..."

"She means it," Elvis winked,

"You'd do that for me?" Natayla asked, "I mean you two barely know me and-"

"Nat, you're good people, I've never seen our sun that excited unless his grandpa's grillin'"Elvis chuckled,

"Hey C where's the band-aid's"

"I'll show you." Natalya looked up and she saw him, the guy from the gate, her brown eyes meeting soft gentle blue ones,

"Actually, Elvis you wanna come with me..."

"Hmm?" Cecelia nudged him, he then looked between the two, "Oh... Oh! " He took his wife by the hands as they left,

"Jerry Schilling..."

"Natalya Dyer."

Do you think I should make a part 2? LET ME KNOW?

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #introducing a new oc #cecelia valmos #60s elvis #Natalya dyer #68 comeback special

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farfromharry · 2 years

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The freak and his girlfriend | Eddie Munson fic

Summary: The two of you go on more dates together until Eddie finally gets the perfect green light to officially ask you to be his girlfriend. Spoiler alert, Steve still doesn’t approve.

Word count - 4291

Warnings - language, thats it i think

a/n this isnt the greatest but i had no other ideas. part one

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Ever since your first date with Eddie, things had been going great. He called your house often, the two of you spending hours on the phone until you would get yelled at by your sister for hogging the line. The two of you went on a few more dates out around Hawkins, though Steve hadn’t grown any more fond of the idea. And he would even sometimes visit you at work. The first time it’d happened he had caught you off guard, pretending as though he was a customer in need of assistance, which seemed to from then on be his go-to greeting.

Today was another one of those days. You were working, as you usually were, placing old returns back onto the shelves in their correct spots when an arm had slung over your shoulder. Your first reaction was to jump, startled by the presence and the touch. The next was to be fearful that a stranger had just grabbed you, considering you could see your co-workers in various spots around the store. But then you heard the sound of his sweet voice, and you felt every ounce of negative feeling seeping out of you. By now you probably should have started to suspect it was him before he even spoke.

“So, I’m trying to find the perfect movie to watch with a pretty girl that I really like. Would you recommend, Stand by me or Alien?” When you turned your head over your shoulder, the two of you were sporting matching grins. It didn’t matter that they ruined the illusion, you were still going to play along with his little charade anyway.

You hummed. “Well, if it’s for a pretty girl you really like, Alien would be good to get her cuddled up to you. But, she does really like Stand by me.” His grin got even wider, if that was possible. “Stand by me it is.”

He set the loser back down on the shelf, in the wrong place of course that you would have to correct later, but that wasn’t your biggest concern right about now. The atmosphere surrounding you changed once again, going from light and jokey to shy and lovey. The first thing he did was lean in for a kiss, not even trying to be wary that Steve could be anywhere nearby.

“Hi,” you whispered against his lips, indulging him in a couple more kisses. His eyes flickered from your lips up to where you were staring at him, growing shy again as you met each other’s gaze. Since your date he certainly had become more forward with you, he wasn’t as scared to say things that directly related to his feelings towards you now that he was aware they were reciprocated. But that wasn’t to say he didn’t still get nervous when he thought about you, or when he got close to you like this. “Hi.”

He pulled away with one last savoured peck to your lips. “So, you must be hanging out with some other girl you really like then, ‘cause I don’t recall you asking me out again,” you pointed out. It was true, he hadn’t; yet, but he did plan to. He sort of already was assuming that you would say yes, which was probably a dumb idea, but the thought of you saying no stupidly hadn’t crossed his mind.

He chuckled, nervously, disliking that you dipped down and out of the way so his arm was removed from across your shoulders. “You’ll, uh, be happy to know that you’re the only pretty girl in my life,” he started. You might not have been looking at him but he knew he had your attention. “And that’s why I was wondering if you would like to catch a movie with me at my place?”

You pretended to think about it, wanting to make him wait and grow a little nervous. It was your way of teasing him, enjoying the way he shuffled nervously the longer you took to give him an affirmative answer. “I guess I could,” you said, trying to bite back the grin threatening to take over your face. You could almost visibly see the relief sliding off of him as his shoulders sagged.

“Had me worried for a second there,” he said, reaching his arm up to brush the stray piece of hair that had fallen in your face. It was a sweet gesture, one that had you internally giggling with joy like a schoolgirl. “Come over at 7?” he asked, hesitantly letting his hand drop. You wanted to beg him to hold you more.

You grinned. “I’ll be there.”

Before either of you could say anything else, you were both startled by the sudden voice over your shoulder, the one that Eddie probably would have seen coming if he wasn’t so enamoured by you. “Excuse me sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” Both of your heads turned to the presence behind you to see Steve standing there with his hands on his hips (much like he had the other night in your yard) and a very false look of disappointment. Your brows furrowed at his sudden interruption considering the last time you saw him was halfway across the store.

You rolled your eyes at the protective act. “Can you please go away?” you asked your friend, casting an apologetic glance in Eddie’s direction.

His features contorted, only furthering your bewilderment at his behaviour. Harrington could be quite dramatic when he wanted to be, and sometimes it was easier to give in to what he wanted than accept the amount of stares he was bringing to a scene. You couldn’t even begin to wonder what he had planned this time around. “Is this guy bothering you?” he asked, loudly, drawing a few eyes over in your direction.

From across the room you shot Robin a pleading look, begging for her to come and save you from your freak of a friend, but she just laughed at the sight and pretended she was busy. “Woah, Steve. Chill,” Eddie muttered, chuckling nervously as he glanced between you and the man. His hands were raised between you and him in his defence, confused as to whether or not Steve was actually serious.

“Look, you’re causing a scene,” he said, motioning to the (probably) four people in the store who had quickly lost interest in some kids messing around. “I’m gonna have to remove you from the premises.” He set his hands on the metalhead’s shoulders, forcefully pushing him in the direction of the doors to the store. For a few seconds you looked back to Robin helplessly, like you were asking if she was seeing this.

When you found your voice again, you didn’t do much, you didn’t know what to do when Steve was in a weird mood like this. “Steve—“ you protested, watching as he guided the boy out of the store. You couldn’t help but laugh at the helpless, confused look on Eddie’s face as he stood outside the store window. Through the glass you locked eyes, where you just shrugged as the perpetrator made his way back to the counter.

You saw him huff, but he held up a hand and two extra fingers, silently telling you to remember seven pm. Although the lingering feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach told you you wouldn’t forget if it was the last thing you did.

As he headed back to his van in the parking lot, you turned on your heel, heading straight for the direction Steve had headed in. Robin had now joined you both too, watching the final part of this scene unfold up close. “Now that that’s done with, let’s get back to work. Shall we?” You scoffed, shaking your head at the Harrington boy’s lack of maturity. “What the hell was that?” you asked. He didn’t seem phased by your question though, in fact he actually looked quite proud of himself for what he did. His only answer was a simple shrug of his shoulders. “You’re unbelievable.”

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Eddie was worried after seven pm rolled around and you still hadn’t shown up. He had thought you might have been earlier, never knowing you to be late for anything. There were so many possibilities running through his mind. Maybe you decided you didn’t want to come anymore, maybe there was an accident, each possibility was worse than the last. He tried to tell himself he was just overthinking, but his nerves easily got the best of him.

Little did he know, for the past few minutes you had been standing at his door, finding that you were actually pretty scared to knock. You didn’t know what was going on with you. This was the same boy you had grown a deep fondness of recently, the one who made you feel like the only girl in the world, and yet you were nervous to be in his home for the first time.

He hadn’t even realised that factor when he brought up the idea of movie night, but when he did he spent the majority of his afternoon cleaning up after him and his uncle. Of whom didn’t believe you were even real. Showing up late only furthered the idea that this date his nephew claimed to have was imaginary. He had told Eddie he was leaving, but he was almost desperate to know you were a real person, so he was holding on as long as he could.

Thankfully, the awaited knock came sooner rather than later, the door being tugged open by your date who sported a large grin. “Hey,” he greeted, stepping aside so he could allow you into the trailer. Your smile matched his as you let him guide you inside. You came face to face with a man you hadn’t met before, assuming it was the boy’s uncle. Eddie seemed smug. “Told you she was real.”

There was brief conversation made before the man you learned to be Wayne was ushered out of the trailer off to wherever he was going.

Once the two of you were alone, greetings were muttered again, only this time your date felt like he could finally greet you how he had wanted to. “Hello, beautiful,” he said, tugging you into his chest so he could plant his lips firmly on yours. Eddie Munson was absolutely addicted to kissing you by now, and you wouldn’t ever complain.

“I was promised a movie,” you teased, pulling back from his intoxicating lips. He grinned, ushering you to take a seat on the couch while he ran around a little. “D’you want a drink?” he asked, pulling open the fridge where he was getting one for himself anyway.

“Got any beer?”

You couldn’t see the grin on his face as he considered his next words, but it was certainly there. “Only if you promise not to throw it back up on me.” He heard you scoff, calling him some names under your breath as he opened up two bottles. Oh you were never gonna live that down.

He grabbed a few snacks on his way back from the kitchen, setting up the VHS in the small tv before taking a seat in the space beside you, however a little too far for your liking. He must have wanted your permission before scooting too close and risking making you uncomfortable. You could see him eyeing the space between you like he wasn’t trying to be obvious but he still wanted you to catch on, and thankfully you did.

“I won’t bite, Munson. C’mere.” His whole face lit up as you gave him the permission to tuck himself into your side, his arm wrapped around your shoulders with the biggest smile on his face. If anyone saw him they probably wouldn’t believe this was the same drug dealing, cult leading Eddie Munson they saw on a daily basis, but you thought it was nice to see another side of him.

“If you did want to bite, y’know, I wouldn’t mind—“ You slapped his arm, laughing with him as you tried to fight the flush threatening to heat up your body. “Shut up, let’s just watch the movie, asshole.”

He was still laughing to himself as he pressed play for the movie, laying his head on top of yours happily. As the title credits appeared on the screen you couldn’t help but make fun of it a little. You pretended to be shocked. “Stand by me? Great choice.”

He hummed. “Really pretty girl at the video store recommended it,” he said, turning his head so he could press a kiss on your shoulder. The sly compliment was only adding to the flustered state your body was in. You shifted further back into his comfortable chest, feeling strands of his hair tickle the side of your face now that you were as close as you possibly could be to his body.

“She must have really great taste.”

“Oh, she does,” he muttered.

»»——⍟——««

After the first official date the two of you had, many more followed, each one pushing the two of you closer to an actual relationship than the last. He tried to make each date different to the last but just as fun, and so far the only place you hadn’t been was out in busy downtown Hawkins.

He had been the one trying to hold off on it, thinking you wouldn’t want to be seen around town with the freak of Hawkins, but if he had told you that you would’ve called him dumb and dragged him there yourself. It was only when you suggested actually going to the movies to watch something rather than sit in Eddie’s trailer to do it for once, that you actually convinced him you’d be okay being seen with him around. He really had to stop letting those negative thoughts get the best of him.

The film was Labyrinth and your anticipation had you practically bouncing on your feet the whole time Eddie was getting tickets. He thought it was adorable, the way you couldn’t wipe the giddy smile from your face, or all the useless facts you kept uttering to him that you’d read about the movie production or cast in some magazine. He was quickly realizing that ever since the party you were like a different person. At first you were just Steve Harrington’s pretty friend, but then you’d opened up to him (the best decision you ever made) and now you were the girl he was falling head over heels for– or already had fallen head over heels for. He never thought there were any girls in the town of Hawkins that wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen out in public with him, romantically, but here you were.

You even went as far as linking your fingers with his on the way into the theater, nearly causing his heart to implode at the bold gesture in public. “What kind of popcorn d’you want?” you asked him, eyes raking over all the choices while he was still completely dazed by you. After he didn’t respond you turned to look at him, catching him shamelessly staring. His cheeks burned as he realized you were looking at him, but he tried to play it off. “Whatever you want,” he told you.

He could hear you laughing to yourself as you made up your mind on what you wanted, but his attention was quickly sidetracked to an unfortunate sight. “Shit,” you heard Eddie curse, your eyes flickering to him before following his eyeline. You couldn’t have rolled your eyes any harder at the sight of Jason. How did he manage to be in every place all the time? Your concern was only for Eddie, feeling as though he must be uncomfortable with the taunting from the basketball team, but actually he was only thinking about you.

“We can go somewhere else if you want, they aren’t gonna leave us alone here,” he offered, looking completely sincere in his suggestion as he looked at you.

You shook your head, intertwining his fingers with yours where they could very clearly see. “We were here first,” you reminded him. Though the look on his face didn’t seem convincing and you didn’t want to force him to be here if he was uncomfortable. “Unless you want to leave.” You squeezed his hand as a sign of comfort.

“No, no we can stay,” he decided. He’d had enough of letting kids younger than him try and boss him around. He hated Jason, so, so much, but he wasn’t going to get in it with him today because today was about you guys seeing the movie you’d been dying to see for a couple weeks. It had taken so much begging from you for Eddie to agree to come and see it, and you weren’t going to let Jason ruin your day.

You flashed him a smile, sliding an arm around his back so you were nice and comfortable tucked into his side. He mirrored your touch with an arm around your shoulders, even pressing a kiss to your temple.

Unfortunately for you, your peace only lasted while the snobby kids didn’t notice you waiting in line for movie snacks. The second they spotted the familiar denim jacket and shaggy hair, you were done for. “Oh, look, it’s the freak and his little girlfriend,” you heard. Eddie’s body tensed beside you, clearly becoming uncomfortable at the eyes that had been forced on you by the words uttered by Jason. Passerbys looked painfully confused at the scene being made.

At first neither of you said anything, hoping if you didn’t enable him that the boy would just get bored and eventually leave you alone. But that didn’t work, that only pissed him off more. He wanted the attention and Eddie wasn’t giving it to him, how was he supposed to know his taunting was working?

“Fuck off, Carver. No one wants you interrupting their night,” you told him.

He didn’t seem to like getting talked down to by a woman, his fragile ego shattering so loudly you could basically hear it. The mocking from his friends certainly didn’t help his case either. “Gotta get your girl to fight your battles now too, Munson?” he poked fun, laughing with his little following of friends that certainly couldn’t have been enjoying his company for the comedic effect.

“What? You scared of being embarrassed by a girl or something, prick?” Eddie questioned, the shred of anger in his eyes telling you he wasn’t happy that Jason thought he could say anything about you. You’d never seen the protective side of him before, but it wasn’t anything like what you saw with Steve when he did it, it was almost charming actually. If you were being honest you would have loved to see more of it, but one glance at the basketball player nearby told you he’d be willing to get physical if Eddie carried on, and you didn’t want that at all.

“Ed, it’s okay, let’s just get out stuff and go into the movie,” you reassured him, stroking your hand up and down his arm affectionately. It didn’t take much more than that for him to agree, bending at your will for anything.

Even after you had turned your attention elsewhere, tuning him out, he was still throwing insults at your date left and right. “God, does he ever shut up?” Eddie muttered, still feeling rather tense at the really awkward encounter. When this happened in the cafeteria he didn’t care that much, he wasn’t bothered by some high school kids’ opinions on him. But now there were adults eyeing him too, and more irritatingly, eyeing you like by association you were just as bad as him.

“We could at least make what he’s saying true,” you said. You watched as his brows pulled together, clearly not understanding what you were trying to say. You noted that the expression made him look a little bit like a puppy, and it was the cutest thing. He had the most puppy resembling eyes you had ever seen on another human being.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, sparing them a sideways glance before he looked back at you. There was a smile on your face that was making his knees weak. “He called me your girlfriend, right? But last I remember, you haven’t officially asked me out.”

He was rapidly catching on, his eyebrows raising in slight surprise at what you were insinuating. He was still in a little bit of disbelief though, scared that he was reading it wrong, although your words were pretty clear, how many other ways could he interpret the phrase ‘you haven’t officially asked me out.’ “Are you gonna do the honors, or shall I, Munson?”

That was all it took to snap him out of his overthinking thought bubble. “No, no, I’d like to ask.” He cleared his throat, lifting up his hands to place them on your cheeks. Your own covered his, flashing him the brightest grin he’d ever seen as you anticipated what was coming next. “Y/N, would you do me the honors of being my girlfriend?”

Even though you knew it was coming it hadn’t tainted the wave of excitement that filled you along with the question. You still felt like a giddy school girl. “I would be delighted to.” Despite the already prying eyes of the basketball team, you leaned forward to capture Eddie’s lips in a kiss. Mentally you noted that they were a little chapped, and you could feel his hands shaking from the nerves against the sides of your face, but you didn’t comment on it.

At the sight of you kissing in the middle of the snack line, Jason and his buddies only grew more rowdy. But as though only confirming your compatibility, both you and Eddie had the same idea to flip them all off at the same time. You didn’t even have to tell the other you were doing it, it was like you just knew.

As their voices died down, the group presumably getting bored with your antics, you seperated, smiles mirroring each other. “Now, I think we have a movie to catch, boyfriend.”

He felt his heart jump at the title you used. It was a kind of happiness he couldn’t recall having ever felt before, but he was desperate to hear it a million times over. “I think we do, girlfriend.”

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The first time you saw Eddie after the day you made things official was only a couple days later. You had talked over the phone plenty of times, even more so than usual and your sister was furious, but he’d been busy with his own life and you’d been busy with yours. Of course, like always, you were working again, meaning he ran the risk of running into Steve while on his visit to you.

This time it seemed like he was throwing all caution out the window though. If you were his girlfriend, he wanted everyone to know, and that included Steve. “Has anyone seen my gorgeous girlfriend?” he called, entering the store rather loudly to garner your attention.

Your eyes widened at the sound of his voice, gaze shooting directly to the doors of the store where he was standing nearby. You couldn’t see Steve as you looked around, thankfully, hoping he’d gone on his lunch or something and had the fortune of missing Eddie’s grand entrance.

You rushed over to him with a couple mixed emotions, choosing to go with the surprise first. “What are you doing? If Steve hears he’ll kill you, I haven’t told him yet.” You hit your hand across his arm for good measure, ignoring the way his hands found solace on your waist and tugged you into him. The two of you were chest to chest, him grinning wildly while you just rolled your eyes.

“Just wanted to see you,” he muttered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours softly. “Missed you.”

“Who knew Eddie Munson could be such a sap?” you teased. Before he could reply a loud voice was cutting you off, coming from the direction of the back room. “Did I hear someone say girlfriend?”

You both turned to see Steve standing by the counter with his hands on his hips. It was becoming quite the trademark stance for him lately. His gaze was focused heavily on Eddie, and you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. “It better not have been you Munson, ‘cause I don’t remember you asking my permission.”

You couldn’t have scoffed louder. “Steve, you know you’re not my dad right?”

“Can’t hear you, busy killing your boyfriend,” he muttered. “What d’you—“ Your words fell on deaf ears as the younger of the two basically lunged for your boyfriend, Eddie letting out a gasp as he dipped out of the way. The two acted like utter children as they practically chased each other around the video store.

You had never been so thankful that there were no customers in the building. It wasn’t even that you were worried about the reputation it’d give the store if there were, mainly you were just grateful no one had to witness this unfortunate sight. It was bad enough you and Robin had to see it. “Oh, this is sad,” she muttered, watching as Eddie very nearly knocked over an entire shelf full of tapes.

“Boys, huh?” you joked, trying to ignore the shouts and yells of the two idiots in the background. Her eyebrows raised, a small chuckle falling from her lips. “Boys indeed.”

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losermilk7 · 1 year

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Dreamtale brothers x gn!Reader

This was a request from my Wattpad! Consider it an early New Years' special. Whether the reader is the brothers' sibling or not is up to you.

(b/g) - board game

Undertale + AUs Masterlist

Word count: 1447

Dream and Nightmare Belong to Joku

Ink Belongs to Comyet

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

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Today was the New Year! That means a chaotic day for Dream and Nightmare. For this day, they decided to put their differences and rivalry aside and celebrate together, as good brothers should. With (Y/N).

The two had spent the evening before today and the whole morning preparing and getting everything ready. They had made a lot of delicious food and bought snacks, picked out some movies and games, and laid down a few mattresses with fluffy warm blankets and pillows so they could all have a sleepover on the living room floor. They had even hung up decorations fitting for the event.

Now they were just waiting for (Y/N). The brothers had sat on the couch busying themselves with whatever was playing on the TV. Though, the more time that passed made Dream anxious, which Nightmare sensed.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked. Dream flinched and looked down, fidgeting with his hands.

"I'm just worried, I know It's just been a couple of minutes since the scheduled meeting time, but..." Dream answered. Despite being optimistic most of the time, Dream felt as though something really was wrong and it made him uneasy.

Nightmare glanced at him and then at the clock on the wall next to him. It had been about 7 minutes since (Y/N) was supposed to show up. Nightmare also couldn't help but be slightly worried as well.

"Let's wait a bit more. I'm sure they'll show up, they probably just got caught in the snow or something." Nightmare attempted to reassure his brother. Dream sighed and nodded bringing eyelights back onto the TV.

'Caught in the snow'. This claim could very well be correct since,while (Y/N) could teleport through the AUs, their accuracy wasn't the greatest. Often times they tended to stray a few or more meters away from where they were supposed to end up at.

30 more minutes pass and the duo are sure something's happened now. Even if (Y/N) had teleported uncharacteristically far it wouldn't have taken them this long to arrive.

Dream had been checking his phone about every 40 seconds or so, desperately hoping to see a text from (Y/N) explaining their situation, yet there was nothing.

"I'll call them," Dream said and unlocked his phone, pressing (Y/N)'s profile as Nightmare watched. Dream put the phone on speaker and waited for them to answer.

Nobody picked up.

The brothers were definitely worried now.

"M-maybe Ink or Blue knows.." Dream hoped and decided to call them as well.

"I'm going to go look for them. Update me if you know something." Nightmare sighed and stood up. Dream nodded at him and looked back to his phone, scrolling to find Ink's contact.

Dream pressed call and waited for an answer. Yet again, no one picked up. It's not like it was unusual for Ink to not pick up, he often forgot his phone somewhere.

"Damn it Ink, why now?" He mumbled to himself, growing annoyed at the lack of responses.

Meanwhile, Nightmare was trying to find you in AUs that were nearby the AU where he and Dream had rented out a house for the New Year's, which was in an Outertale pacifist timeline. He was growing more and more frustrated with the lack of your presence.

He walked through the ruins for, what, the 4th time now? He focused on trying to feel your familiar aura with not satisfying results. Was it possible that you were kidnapped, he wondered? While it wasn't likely for you to be caught by any ordinary monster, someone like Error could definitely nap you if you weren't paying attention. Though, Nightmare didn't see a reason for Error to kidnap you. He decided to check it out anyway.

Teleporting to the Anti-Void all he saw was Error sitting in his hammock watching UnderNovela enthusiastically.

"What? What do you want? I'm busy here" Error asked, pausing the show.

"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Nightmare replied getting straight to the point.

"(Y/N)? No. Why?" Error asked once again.

Nightmare just sighed and teleported away, not feeling like explaining the situation. Besides, (Y/N) could be in huge trouble right now and he wanted to find them as fast as possible.

"DREAM, HELLO! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Blue's voice boomed excitedly through Dream's phone speaker.

"Hey Blue, happy New Year. Do you know where (Y/N) might be?" Dream asked hopefully.

"OH, ARE THEY NOT WITH YOU? I THOUGHT YOU WERE SPENDING TODAY WITH THEM AND NIGHTMARE?"

"Well, we were supposed to, but (Y/N) still hasn't shown up and we're very worried something might have happened to them." Dream explained.

"Oh...No I Haven't Seen Them. I'll Keep My Eyes Out Though! I'm Sure They're Alright, Dream." Blue's voice got softer once he noticed the worried tone that Dream had.

"Okay, Thank you. Bye, Blue."

"Goodbye Dream! Let Me Know If You Find Them!" Blue said as he hung up.

Dream was left sitting on the couch, he wondered if he should go out and look for (Y/N) as Nightmare did, but he also didn't want to risk (Y/N) just showing up super late and wondering where they are.

'Oh! (Y/N) has the keys inside, I'll just leave a note saying we're out looking for them and to give us a call.' Dream thought and went to get a piece of paper and a pen.

Nightmare had already checked all the nearest AUs where (Y/N) could possibly get stranded, yet he still didn't even have a clue about where they could be. He sighed and decided to go back to Dream in case he had found (Y/N). Nightmare stepped inside seeing Dream was just about to leave.

"Did you find them?" They both asked.

"Oh.." Dream looked down. "Where could they have gone?" He asked only to get a shrug from Nightmare.

"Did you call your friends?" Dream nods at Nightmare. "*sigh* This is hopele-" His sentence was cut off by an overly cheery song playing on the coffee table.

Dream ran over to his phone seeing it was Ink. He quickly picked up. "Hello?"

"Dream! I'm so sorry I forgot my phone, what did you need?"

"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Dream asked hurriedly.

"(Y/N)? They're with me, why?"

Dream lets out a breath of relief. "Great, alright. Why are they with you? And where are you?" He asks.

"We're in the doodle sphere! They said they got lost trying to get somewhere and forgot the address so they've been waiting for someone." Ink responds.

"We're coming!" Dream yells.

"Wait, why-?" Ink gets cut off by Dream hanging up.

"Let's go, let's go!" Dream grabs Nightmare's forearm and drags him out to the doodle sphere not paying attention to his whines about being confused since he didn't hear the conversation.

Once they arrive, Dream and Nightmare see (Y/N) on the ground talking to Ink as he sketches something in a notebook. They both run over quickly, Dream hugging (Y/N) tightly. "We were so worried (Y/N)! Why weren't you answering our calls?" A concerned Dream asks.

"I'm sorry Dream, Nightmare, My phone died and I really had no idea how to get there haha," (Y/N) answers. "Sorry for worrying you both again."

"All that matters is that you're alright." Nightmare plainly mentions. "Let's go." He adds. You and Dream stand up and follow behind him.

"Bye Ink! Thanks for taking care of me!" (Y/N) yells out and waves at Ink before stepping into Nightmare's portal.

(Y/N) looks around the rented house. "You guys really decorated the place nicely! Shame I wasn't here to see it earlier or get to eat the food you guys made." They admit guiltily.

"It's okay (Y/N)! We still have snacks and everything!" Dream exclaims, happy that the three of you are finally reunited again. "What should we do now, guys?" He asks.

"You two bought games and movies, right? Let's put one in the background and just play (b/g)." (Y/N) offers. Nightmare nods and Dream goes to look for the game.

And so the night continues with the trio playing board/card games into the late night before falling asleep during gossip by the mattresses.

Bonus: (Y/N) woke up a few hours after falling asleep to the sound of...bombs?? They sleepily rubbed their eyes before peeking behind a window curtain in the living room, seeing a bunch of colorful fireworks in the night sky.

"Dream! Night! Wake up, there are fireworks outside!" (Y/N) shook them awake, leading them out the front door.

"H-huh- what?" Dream asked, not being able to make sense of (Y/N)'s words as he just woke a few seconds ago "Wow.." He mumbled out when he saw the fireworks. "So pretty," he exclaimed.

"Hmm, It's nothing special." Nightmare said, though he really was enjoying watching the fireworks with Dream and (Y/N).

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cathyun · 1 year

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i'd rather be with you

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader genre: light angst, fluff, comfort wc: 1.4k warnings: food mention, theyre both sad in the beginning :( summary: when beomgyu's plans for valentine's day gets ruined, y/n knows just the place to cheer him up.

You were comfortably settled on your bed while watching the saddest romance movie you could find online. Normally, you wouldn't do this on Valentine's day, but you had every right to grieve like this.

Beomgyu, your best friend, who you may or may not have been silently pinning on for years, made plans with someone. Although it hurted you, you never tried to sabotage him into not going to the date considering how happy he was while talking about how it happened in the first place.

He excitedly talked about it for days, you tried to match his excitement the best you could, although it drained the hell out of you. And now he's out there. Probably having fun with his date. You wished, you truly wished you were the one next to him. But you had let your fears take control, resulting in you never confessing your feelings for him.

You tried to keep these thoughts out of your head, but everytime you would close your eyes, the picture he sent with his outfit for today stayed fresh in your mind, making it hard for you to forget what you were losing.

"This isn't working." You sighed, closing your laptop and letting silence take over your dimly lit room. You stayed in that position for a while, processing everything that happened.

With your remaining strength, you picked up the tissues full of snot and tears, cleaning the mess you made when you had a breakdown.

The sudden ringing of your phone made you jump. Your favorite song made it easy to guess who was calling you. You picked up almost immediately.

"Gyu! What's up—" Your words were cut off by the sound of sniffling by the other end. Your heart felt tight when you realized he was crying.

Before you could even come up with anything to say, he spoke, "She never showed up." His voice wavered, "I would've understood if she was busy, but I saw her with someone else. They were kissing, Y/n. I... I don't know what to do."

When he was met with silence, dread started to fill his chest, "I'm sorry for dumping this to you so sudden—"

This time, it was you who cut him off. Wearing proper clothes now instead of your pajamas, you held your wallet and said, "I'm coming. Where are you?"

After Beomgyu sent you his location, you immediately left your apartment and ran where he was. You were quick to see where he sat, near the river he often visited when he wasn't feeling the best.

You catched your breath before silently approaching. The wind was cold as it blew softly against your skin, but you didn't mind it.

When you sat down beside him, Beomgyu didn't flinch, nor did he budge. Silence took over between the two of you, the crashing waves not too far from where you sat. Silence wasn't a rare thing between the two of you, in fact you both found comfort within it. But this silence is different, which is why you were quick to fill it with noise.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked gently, trying to tiptoe around the topic. He shook his head.

"I'm not that upset anymore, but it still kind of hurts." He let out a long sigh, "I want to forget about it." He replied quietly, still facing the river.

The silence was back again, until you stood up. He looked at you now, shocked at the sudden movement.

With a smile, you offered him your hand, "Let's go then."

He stared at your hand questioningly for a while, then he placed his hand on top of yours. Hands firm against your own, you wordlessly dragged him to a place where he can forget his worries.

"The amusement park." He said under his breath. It was the perfect place to forget and have fun.

The sight of laughing kids while they were on rides, couples trying to win each other stuff toys, food stands, the flashing lights, it was the greatest distraction to heartbreak.

"Yeah. Where do you want to go first?" You ask, looking around the place.

"I don't think we should..."

"Come on. It's still Valentine's day, let's make the most out of it."

He pondered about it, looking at you. In return, you gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster. He laughed lightly, shaking his head.

Such a small gesture made your heart race as if you've run a mile. "Alright, fine." He hummed in thought from beside you, looking through his choices. "I want to try the bumper cars."

"To the bumper cars we go!"

That's how you found yourself seated in a small car. As soon as you started moving, you made your way next to Beomgyu's car. When he wasn't looking, you bumped him from behind causing him to let out a yelp.

He turned to you, glaring playfully. "You better run, I mean, drive away." You only laughed, speeding up your car.

Beomgyu was quick to catch up successfully bumping against your car. He laughed at the look on your face when your car shook. You glanced at him as soon as you regained your balance, ready to curse him, but then you saw him wearing a smile.

Any other time, you would've immediately bumped your car against his. But you hesitated this time. Getting lost in his smile, in the way his eyes crinkled, in him. He looked so carefree in this exact moment and if you had a camera in your hand right now, you would've captured it.

Someone bumped you to the side, stopping you from daydreaming any longer. Beomgyu turned to the person who bumped into you, bumping his car into that person, avenging you.

"No one bumps them aside from me!" He screams playfully to which you laughed in response. "A little possessive there."

"I think I'm seeing two Y/n's right now." Beomgyu said as soon as he got out of the ride, hand tight against the railing. You patted his back, waiting for him to get over his dizziness.

"Yeah? Well, this Y/n is getting hungry."

"Me too, actually. I think I saw hotdog stands over there."

When you retrieved your own foods, you tried to find a place to eat. It was an easy task considering how most people were only here for rides.

Soon after you finished eating, you strolled around the park. You tried everything you saw, even the games you knew were rigged. Beomgyu even managed to win you a stuff toy, which totally didn't take him at least 5 tries.

You looked around again in search for the last ride you'll go on with Beomgyu to end the night. Turning your head to the right, you spot the perfect place.

You tap Beomgyu's shoulder, gaining his attention almost immediately. You grin when his eyes settled on you, "Ready for your last ride?"

Both of you stood in line for the ferris wheel, Beomgyu didn't utter a word, neither did you. When you both got inside, you were quick to ramble, "Okay, I know what you're probably thinking. A ferris wheel? How cliché! And yes, you may be right to some extent, but I think this is a good way to end the night. Besides it's really quiet up here—"

He laughed, stopping you from going any further. "It's fine, Y/n. I like this. I like it here. It's quiet and the view is amazing. Besides, you're here with me, that makes this ten times nicer."

A flustered smile made it's way to your flushed face, the poor stuff toy getting squeezed lightly under your hands. Your heart paced faster at his words. You wish he couldn't see how red you were right now. You redirected your eyes from him, placing it to the view of the city. It truly was a breathtaking sight, but it couldn't compete to the boy in front of you.

"Thank you, really. This means so much to me." He spoke, genuine with his words. "At first, I was really bummed out about what happened earlier, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I'd rather be hanging out with you anyways. So, thank you."

Although you didn't get to say how you truly felt for him in this ferris wheel where you both could share sentiments, you didn't feel any regrets. Maybe someday you'll get the courage to say it, but as of right now you felt content in this moment with Beomgyu. So, you settle with the response,

"Anytime, Beomgyu."

note: it's 3am here and i have morning class later so i cant proofread this rn, beware of typos and grammatical errors 😭 happy birthday, beom <3

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