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rusmii · 22 days

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Ok so before I forget what i dreamed about PLEASE IM BEGGING U RESPOND PLEASE PLEASE AND IF U DON'T DO REQUEST PLEASE DO IT WHEN U OPEN REQUEST PLEASE SO I WILL ASK DIFFERENT CREATORS THIS BUT DIFFERENT ANIME OR GAME MALE CHARACTER SO.....

Female reader pls so

Yn is gf whit bsd men i want reaction of them when u set up a camera start recording and put her head between the legs and it goes like this:

'''Hello girls lets do a unboxin video "" and she starts uk unzipping undressing.....

What will they do will the men allow her to do it does one of them do reverse card and just does yn unboxin or dies he let her please i need Rat man AKA fyodor dazai and chuuya u can add other mennu want please IM BEGGING U I NEED ONE U PROBABLY KNOW WHAT DAZAI WILL DO WHAT HIS REACTION WILL BE OR WHATEVER CHARACTER U ADD U CAN MAKE PT2 OR PT3 PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭(SORRY IF MY ENGLISH IS BAD ITS MY 3 LANGUAGE AND AHEM) HARD SMUT AND ""gives him or her a cookie 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

❝ HEY GIRLS! LET’S DO AN UNBOXING VIDEO 2DAY !!! ❞ — brat taming edition

( ⟡ ). fyodor, dazai, chuuya x FEM!bodied reader (afab / fem. names)

( 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 ⟡ ). your boyfriend has had such a stressful week this month! with him ignoring your usual antics for attention—you stir the pot looking for ideas to get his attention back on you. what kind of stupid shit did you pull off this time to make him so mad, he has to fuck the brat outta you? wc;;; 2,560

( cws ⟡ ). just know this is hardcore brat taming erm… NOT EDITED/PROOFREAD, POSSIBLE OOC. no protection, riding/cowgirl, meanie fyodor, DOM!fyodor, long dick fyo, mentions of brat everywhere, poorly used russian translator, begging and pleading, P->I, pet names/nicknames, DOM!dazai, cunni/fem oral. , fingering, g-spot hitting yum, implied safe wording in dazais part, dirty talk, punishments, desk sex in both dazai and chuuyas part, bending over, DOM!chuuya, fucking u doggy, ass slapping, mean name calling (lovingly), rough fucking, kinda public sex, the thrill of getting caught, chuuya is a yap while having sex, he becomes a whiny bitch as he cums. ALL DIVIDERS/BANNERS MADE BY ME!!!!!

( ans ⟡). OH MY GOSH I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS 💀 let's ignore the fact that dazais part is shit and that I forgot about the cameras after fyos pt... anyways hi love! I don't take reqs but I rlly liked this idea so I took it as a suggestion <3 dw abt ur english I understood it !!

if u liked this imma need to know why

#( FYODOR🪽. ) wc; 934

he sighs, ivan had been nagging him all week, the already stressful month not helping with his situation. because of this, fyodor has had less time to give you any sort of attention, only merely passing a small greeting when you two meet each other in bed after the days are over. it isn’t until today, did you have enough of his busy schedule; and ivan’s touchy hands feeling your man up. body kneeling in between his legs, you look up with your dashing eyes—words being uttered with such disgrace and impurity as he suppresses a big sigh. “hey girls! let’s do an unboxing video today!~” unzipping his fly slowly, your eyes never leave his; camera settled in the corner recording everything. including what he was about to do to his brat.

“lyubov',” fyodor lifts your chin with his fingers, angling it so that your little camera stunt was capturing your expression. he gives you a shallow thrust, dick hitting so deep, it almost kisses your cervix. “it’s rude to ignore your audience. why don’t i cut you some slack, hm?” he suggests, switching your positions. turning your head away from the camera, it was clear as day that you wanted to turn it off to hump his dick freely, but you knew damn well your boyfriend wasn’t as nice as he made himself out to be.

he taps your thigh, “ride me dorogoy.” like a chain of commands, you move your hips, pussy sliding his dick in and out without much effort. “fyo..~” you moan, sweat rolling down your head as his cock bullies it’s way deeper inside. “no, brats don’t get to talk. brats need to earn the approval of their master.”— fyodor talks, as if he were your owner. after hearing that you needed to earn your privilege back, you embarked on your journey to make this one hundred percent harder for him. “no,” you stop moving, resting your body on top of his lap.

knowing your play, fyodor doesn’t take your disobedience lightly. “[name], my dear. pleasure me or don’t get off at all.” he warns. it was your last warning before fyodor grabbed his book from the nightstand and left you to rot on his dick until you got the memo. panic slowly starts to settle in once you realize the weight of the situation. you’ve been longing for his attention for so long and you got it! but at what cost? fyodor clicks his tongue, giving you a minute left to decide your next choice.

you bite your lip, hips moving slowly against him as he sighs and grabs his book anyways. “wait! i’m - i’m riding you!” you try to smack the book away, a sharp glare and a thrust knocking you back into place. “hn~ fyodor! why are you reading?!” you slam down onto his dick, skin being smacked and mushed together by sweat was echoed through the bedroom. ignoring your pleas and begging, fyodor simply flips to the next page, fully aware of the tears threatening to glass your eyes up if he didn’t start praising you like his good girl in the next few minutes.

your hands rest on his stomach, pushing your body up every time you fall back down in hopes of getting his attention back on you. “hah..~ fyo~ please-please pay attention to me..” you whine, clenching your walls. that seemed to get a reaction out of him, breath pausing just for a second before he recomposes himself and shakily turns to the next page. “fyo-dor!~” — “sorry, i couldn’t hear you over your blabbering.” he shuts the book, placing it aside. “what did my brat beg of me?” your pace sped up, hips and legs trembling from your approaching orgasm that was just on the horizon.

you were so close, but it wasn’t enough. you needed him to fill and fuck every spot in your pussy—and you were getting more desperate by the second. “well? i’m not asking for much, parshivets.” he leans forward, elbows propped up to support himself better. “what did you say in your previous sentence?” he sets his hands on your waist. tears has already welled up in your eyes—his cock nudging against your g-spot. “go on, tell me.” his face was near yours, eyes staring at yours while he captured your lips into a kiss.

his hips snapped up, angling it so that he was able to hit your spot head on with each passing thrust. “ghnn!!~” you squeal into the kiss, stomach tying into knots as your arms fall limp. “say it,” he moves down to your neck, biting down near the crook of it. “ah! hmm~ i - please pay attention to me!” you gave in when he starts speeding up his thrusts. “ ‘m to me! pay attention t’mee!!~” body giving out, you threw your head back as drool spread down your lips. “ ‘m sorry! pay attention to me!~ pay attention - ghhoo!!!”

“ah~ such lewd sounds coming from you,” fyodor groans, the grip of his hands tightening a bit as he feels his balls starting to empty itself. “fuck -!” he cursed, pretty unexpectedly, “take it all lyubov'!” he moans—dick so deep you could feel his load seeping into your womb bit by bit. all it took was one final thrust to send you into oblivion, eyes rolling back it turns white, your throat dry from all the gasping you emitted.

he sighs, feeling his stress starting to alleviate itself post-orgasm. “[name]? maybe you were right. maybe i do like this little bratty side of you—maybe i should start ignoring you more often, maybe-“ — “fyodor, no.”

#( DAZAI🪽. ) wc; 729

dazai slams the stack of papers onto his desk, the mental pressure of everything getting too overwhelming for him. this month has been pretty stressful, with this week’s case biting him in the ass. dazai swore that he would ditch work to leave it all to atsushi and kunikida, but unfortunately he was caught sneaking out the back by the latter. his punishment was to finish up everyone’s end of the month report and he was stuck in the office during late nights. you, being a clerk but also his girlfriend, decided that enough was enough, and that you needed his attention back on you—all huffy and displeased when he swats your hands away from his body. opting to go the difficult route, you push yourself under the desks and in between his legs, dazai’s wide eyes not expecting what you were about to say next. “hey girls!~ let’s do an unboxing videooo!!” you smirk, sliding the zip down to reveal his hardening cock inside his boxers.

your back slammed onto his desk, all papers and stationary thrown off in a hurry. you wince, the wood hitting you hard. “aw! had i known that my sweet little brat was in such a desperate headspace, i would’ve folded much sooner~” he sang, voice not matching the mischief in his smile. by now, his face was near your crotch—skirt hiked up as he pressed his fingers on the band of your underwear. “hey [name]’s friends! let’s do an unboxing video, hm?~” he chirps, dragging the piece of cloth down one leg, showing your vulva in full display. “look, girls! my girl is so wet!” he flicks your clit, not minding your flinch one bit.

“say… [name]?” dazai inquires, lips only inches away from your folds. his tongue drags across your pussy—from bottom to top. “mhmn~ what?” you huff out in pleasure, frustration agitating your sex from the lack of stimulation. “mm, nothing. just needed to make sure you were still with me,” he jokes, getting himself comfortable on his knees and securing your legs into his arms. “mmm’kay! gonna start, you better not move an inch or else.” after giving you his final warning and conditions, dazai starts going to town on your pussy. he starts by giving your clit tiny kisses before he sticks his tongue inside your folds.

arching your back, you let a moan ripple out, “fuck! samu!~” bunching his hair into your fists, dazai groans—tongue dipping inside your cunt. rotating between your clit and pussy, dazai doesn’t spare a single second on air, not caring about his dwindling oxygen levels. breathing can wait, his main goal was to get you to cum as fast as he can—attempting to set a new record for you both. “osamu! i- hold on~” you catch onto his little game, trying to pry his face off your crotch. intertwining his hands with yours, dazai traps it in his.

“no, my love..” he sighs, “you’ve already been too much of an attention whore earlier today. we don’t need more of your attitude right now.” dazai, now a little annoyed by your lack of compliance, decides that instead of edging, he’s going to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging for his mercy. “lovely dear,” he starts. you feel the gears shift in your head as you realize your mistake; moving. “i’ve let you off the hook once, but i see.. you’re still repeating old habits.” slapping your pussy, you yelp, not expecting the force of the slap to be so harsh. “ow! what the fuck osamu?!-”

“nu-uh,” he cuts you off, his fingers replacing the empty loss inside your cunt. “ah!- osamu..!~” you completely change up your tune. the soft twisting of his fingers gets your brain muddled within seconds, a slight force pressing itself around your g-spot. “let's switch up our usual punishments for tonight.” he suggests, thumb rubbing your clit gently. dazai curls his fingers, making sure to angle it in a way that has you drooling. “we're going to stay in the office for overtime, and you'll cum on my tongue until sunrise.”

with his conditions set in stone, you knew you had fucked up by seeing his wicked smile. “you know what to say if you need me to stop.” in one swift motion, dazai is already lapping at your cunt with his hands pushing on your knees

#( CHUUYA🪽. ) wc; 897

chuuya didn't have time to entertain your little musings recently. it's not like he wanted to ignore you, trust him—he really didn't, but sometimes even time was out of his control and he was speeding against the clock to get this project done in time. having enough of him ignoring you, you stay beside him, chuuya thinking that you were just idly sitting next to him as a good support. but in truth, you already had a trick up your sleeve. sinking to the floor, you have your hands on his lap as you unzip his fly with an innocent expression on your face. “good evening girls! let's do an unboxing vid today!~” you giggle to yourself as chuuyas shocked expression morphs into that of irritation. getting up, he leaves you be—unfortunately for him, you had a plan b. slapping his ass hard, you give him a smooch before making a run for it down the hall, with your boyfriend loudly shouting at you to ‘get your ass back here’.

his hands knead the plush of your ass, his strong and veiny hands handling you roughly with some sort of care to it. “fucking bitch.” he mutters under his breath, bending you over his desk. “you didn't need to go the extra mile for my attention, but here you are,” chuuya unbuckles his belt. he pushes up your skirt, laughing in mockery when he sees the wet patch sticking on your underwear. “damn, couldn't wait huh? what? did you finger yourself before acting up?”

not waiting for an answer, he slaps your ass. the stinging pain making you bite your lip. “talkin’ to ya’, don't ignore me.” he pushes his boxers down to expose his rock-hard dick, tip leaking precum and all. he rubs his dick in the crack of your ass, asking if you could feel the effect you had on him. “yes - ah!- hu-hurry…” a shake breath left your lips as you feel the redhead align himself up with your hole. chuuya leans down, “y'know what to say, right sweets?” he whispers into your ear. nodding your head, you push your ass onto his crotch.

after receiving your consent, chuuyas hips slammed into yours—a loud moan rippling out of you both. “fuuuck,” he groans. “ahnn!~ haa..” trembling a bit, your hands latched to the edge of his desk. without wasting a single second to spare, chuuya starts humping you like a bitch in heat. pretty ironic considering his previous name calling from earlier. “hgn! chu - ah!~ chuchu!” you moan his name without shame. chuuya grunts, shoving your head into his desk. “dammit - fuck. shut up!” he shouts just barely above a whisper.

“you want my men to hear how much of a slut you are?” he questions, thrusts speeding up with each word. you don't have any time to breathe by how chuuya us knocking the wind out of your lungs every second. “to hear all your moans - when they already saw you act like an absolute porno bitch.” he grabs ahold of your hair and bundles it up into his palm. pulling you up, chuuya forces you to look at the slightly cracked open door.

“see that?” his voice is hushed, a huge contrast to your bitten muffles. “they won't even need to walk in, all they need'a do is walk by.” chuuya slaps your ass, “to see how much of an absolute cock slut you are for me.” you squeal when chuuya hits that certain spot inside you, legs kicking the ground as you try to sustain what's little left of yourself before you went full-blown whore for him. “chu!~ ghnn!!gonna!!~ mm! I'm gonna-cumm!”

chuuyas dick curves so perfectly inside you, the tip of his dick punching your g-spot and drags along it as he slides in and out of your cunt. “naaah, brats don't get to cum. hold it or don't cum at all.” he orders, hips not slowing down one bit despite his notion. “c-cant!!” you try to explain to him, your orgasm reaching its limit. chuuya doesn't listen however, your mindless blabber can be saved for when you're actually fucked dumb.

“you can,” he supports himself using one arm while his free hand wraps itself under your stomach, feeling his dick bulge your stomach. “wait for me dolly, alright?” he groans, his own high building up as soon as you whine so beautifully underneath him. you shake your head, cunt starting to burst glitter everywhere. “ ‘m sorry! ‘m soorrry!! sorrryyy!!!~” he hears you squeal in anticipation, dick nestled onto your spot as he grinds into you.

“aha~ shit pretty girl. yer’ still so fuck-ghn!- fuck, tight~” chuuyas breath is heavy, he sounds exhausted but you knew better than to believe that. he stamina was no joke and you could testify first hand to that. his hands grip your hips hard, thrusting so aggressively, you think he's going to drag the uterus out with him. “gunnacum-cumcum~ cumming - shit!~ [name]!!~” he moans your name rather loudly—hypocrite much. as he cums, chuuya bit your shoulder blade, hips stilling inside your pussy once white ropes shoot inside thick and creamy.

“fucking hell pretty - ‘m so sorry,” he whines into your shoulder, subtly rutting into you to ride out his high. “you're so pretty. my good girl, can't ever be mad at you.”—again, such a stark contrast to his earlier behavior towards you.

@rusmii 2024 . do not do the basic copy right shit pls.

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chaosisalwayscrying · 2 months

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NSFW ABC’S

⇥ synopsis : nsfw abcs for chris (my man)

⇥ warnings : smut/suggestive themes

⇥ extra : this is also late but my mom has not left me alone long enough to actually write these on time 😭😭

⇥ masterlist !

⇥ taglist !

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

hes so good at aftercare!! like he is so so gentle. asks before pulling out and SPRINTS to get a rag to clean you up with, or if youd prefer he turns on the shower and helps you get clean before dressing you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

chris loves his hair, he loves how you tug on it as hes eating you out, and he loves the way you play with it when hes draped on your chest

chris loves your ass and hips. he loves the way your ass jiggles when you walk up the stairs from his room, loves the way it bounces when you ride him, and he loves seeing his handprints on it

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

never used condoms, youve been on bc since chris suggested starting to have sex. he obviously asked you about condoms multiple times in the middle of sex, scared youd changed your mind and he just forgot (bless his heart)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

LOVES LOVES LOVES when you blindfold him. loves not knowing whats gonna happen, he also loves how it heightens his other senses

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

had 2 bodies before you, so he had some experience under his belt, but he still asked you what you were comfortable with

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy and reverse cowgirl. backshots are his absolute favorite thing ever because he can easily smack your ass and grip your hips hard as hell. he also loves watching your ass bounce as you bounce on him im reverse cowgirl, turns him on so bad

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

nothing is serious to chris, hes cracking jokes left and right. only sometimes will he let it be more serious

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

hes shaved not bald. has DEFINITELY let you use wax to make designs in his hair 😭😭

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

can be romantic but doesnt do it often, hes not very good at it. praises you to the max to make up for it when hes trying to be more serious 😇

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he did it a LOT before you got together, but now that youre together he doesnt as much anymore. you do enjoy sending him nudes so he can send you videos of him jerking off in return tho

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mommy kink ‼️ he calls you ma outside of the bedroom anyway, but if hes feeling like being a sub hes whining out mommy every other word and LORD ITS HOT

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere. if matt and nick are gone, hes a big fan of bending you over the kitchen table. in public he will literally follow you into the dressing rooms and press you up against the mirror

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally anything. if its a serious situation hes not even thinking like that, but accidentally look at him the wrong way and hes hard, squat to get something, hes hard, change in front of him, hes hard. (bless his horny little heart)

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

brat taming, doesnt like the idea of punishing you or having you act a certain way 24/7

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

this man could happily spend a year of his life buried between your legs. will literally eat you out until youre spent beyond belief. he doesnt mind you sucking his dick but he would much rather have you bouncing on it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough 95% of the time, but he can absolutely be slow and sensual if thats what you want. his pace depends all on you, you say go faster? hes going faster immediately. you say slow down? hes slowing down without a complaint and pressing a kiss to whatever bit of exposed skin he can

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

LOVES LOVES LOVES QUICKIES. at a party? youre going to the first bathroom he can see without a line. at the mall? dressing room. at a restaurant? bathroom.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

chris isnt opposed to experimenting, hes down to try most things once, but he does have a list of hard nos.

however, he will take as many risks as he possibly can that youre ok with

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3 or 4, doing so many sports as a kid paid off because he has an insane amount of stamina. can go three rounds without even faltering, sometimes the fourth isnt possible cause he gets tired, but if hes REALLY horny he can go for four

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he owns none but you own a dildo and vibrator. he likes using them on you to tease you, and he likes watching them use them on yourself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

chris loves to tease but if he can see you arent feeling it he stops without you having to say anything (hes observed all your signs during and not during sex so he can read you like a book)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

sort of loud. if hes giving you backshots hes grunting and groaning but hes not being quiet about it, and if youre riding him, hes moaning and groaning and whining loud

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

saw a tiktok about this couple doing a clone-a-willy, and very eagerly asked you if you would what that 😭 (clone-a-willy is this thing where you make a silicone mold of your dick and mail it to the company to make a dildo out of and they send it back)

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

CHRIS IS THICK. he isnt too long but the thickness makes up for it. definitely needs to stretch you before even thinking about putting his dick in you 😭

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

9/10, dude is ALWAYS HORNY, but he knows when to be serious and can go from 9/10 to 0/10 real quick

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

falls asleep so fast, but he would never let himself fall asleep before you were both back in bed and comfortable.

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khristie16 · 9 months

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Hi, could you write about charles being domineering and possessive? I love your writing, smut please!

Well this turned out toxic lol, enjoy :** Warnings: charles is controlling and toxic, face slapping, cnc, fingering, oral, video footage, p in v, the plot is needed

Charles? Yes, my love? You said the business dinner is tomorrow at seven right? Yes, why? Well, - I really wanted to visit my friends. I haven't seen them in a while. -

You two were lying in the bed now, ready to sleep. At least Charles was, your mind was drifting away. You and Charles were dating for some time already. You were losing counts because Charles made sure you celebrate each month of being together. Giving you gifts, inviting you to luxury dinners, beautiful operas and showing you off practically everywhere. Sometimes when you wanted anything more chill, he made sure to make your wish come true. So you were indeed very happy with him. But last months were all about the two of you and you started missing your friends, even though you are a good friend and are always there for them, even if it means only texting and calling each other every second day. -

Baby but I've told you about the dinner soon enough. I know, it's just - I haven't seen them in person for a while. YN, I need you there.

He was right. You indeed knew about this dinner soon enough, yet you was sad you have to cancel on them.

Ok - you said unhappy. In reaction, Charles squeezed you even more then before and held you tightly for the rest of the night.

>>>>>>>>>>

The next day you went to work and thought about the upcoming event. Another business dinner, it wasn't anything fun. All they did was talk business and bad jokes about politics or women. Charles wasn't participating in these, but others were - even if they had their wives right next to them. You've told Charles you don't like to spend your evenings like this but he's told you you are his woman, and he needs you there.

On the way back home, you opened your phone. *4 missed calls from Charles*

You forgot to check your phone the whole day. As you were looking on the screen, you've heard the squeal of the tires. Taking your head up to its direction, you saw the man walking out of his car. It was Charles. Making his way towards you with hard and fast walk. Face expression unreadable.

Where have you been??? At work- Then why you don't take my calls?? I forgot to check my phone!

His tall figure over your own made you feel uneasy. He was cruel with his tone, words and glare. His presence was so domineering you felt small. The twist in your stomach was creeping out so you looked back to the screen of your telephone. You've heard him exhale.

I was scared that something happened to you. No Charles, I just forgot.

He nodded and took you by your hand, leading you to the car.

>>>>>>>>>>

As there were some hours left for you to get ready for the business dinner, you sat comfortable on the couch and messaging your friends. You were smiling at their jokes as you've told them about yours and Charles's plan tonight.

This guy! It's not enough for him to live with you! He needs to have you all the time for himself! We will fight for you YN. We're not giving up. Totally, I will make my fabulous pinna colada leaving him in agony and delight at the same time, he will have a hard time to focus, so you could sneak off and spend time with us!

As you chuckled, you've felt a warm breath on your neck. Charles was hovering over you, he seemed rather unbothered by the fact, he was invading your privacy.

Charles! Who are you texting? My friends as you can see Alright then.

He walked back to the bathroom leaving you alone, in a weird state, but you you decided not to think about that.

You tossed your phone on the couch and went to prepare yourself. You opened your closet searching for the perfect dress today. - red long dress with slit without straps and bare back.

Not these.

You turned around to look at him in confusion.

Why not? Because i don't need any man to look at you like you're a piece of meat.

You were speechless. Is he being real? From when he is acting like this. He always wanted to show you off so others could be jealous of him. You didn't mind this behavior, or when he was making the decision for both of you, but this was getting a little uncomfortable to you. You were still looking at the dress you were holding in your hand and did not wanted to give up on them.

Take the silver one, they are perfect for this occasion. Hmm,….alright…… - you answered Charles and dressed yourself. Yes, they were indeed beautiful as well. Just not your first choice tonight.

>>>>>>>>>>

As you were working on the last details in front of the mirror, Charles appeared behind you. You saw his eyes lingering over you body which made you blush a little.

Your boobs got bigger. What? I said your boobs are bigger. It's not possible, Charles. Unless I'm pregnant which I'm not. You sure about that?

You stopped paying attention to your earrings, leaving them on the counter. You looked at Charles. His intense gaze piercing right through you. It was getting hot in the room.

Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't mind YN. Actually, - I'd be thrilled.

He went closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you on the neck. Leaving wet spots on your skin and hands going a little lower squeezing your abdomen. You moaned a little and put your back to his torso to feel him more. He reacted with a stronger squeeze and biting your neck.

Charles stop-p, I cannot have a hickey - you giggled a little and pressed your butt into his crotch. He stopped kissing your neck and positioned his mouth right next to your ear.

Don't tell me what to do.

Your eyes had a hint of surprise and uneasiness when he straightened his posture and backed off a little. His eyes once again on your body.

You will change. What? The dress. It's too provocative. No Charles, I will not change! Stop with raising your voice. No! I've already changed just for you and I'm not gonna do it again!These are fine.

His eyes darkened, and it appeared he stopped breathing as well for a moment. As you wanted to put your earrings on again, he abruptly went closer to you and took his hand to your neck. Squeezing around your throat.

If you will - again - try to raise your voice at me and disobey me, I will throw you on the desk right here right now and fuck you hard you will struggle taking a seat at the dinner. You want that?

You could feel his breath all over your face it made you shiver. And his grip on your neck got stronger you felt scared. You immediately shook your head.

Good - he nodded and kissed your temple on the side.

>>>>>>>>>>

You didn't talk to Charles the whole ride. You were mad at him for putting such a scene back home. You've decided to talk to him about it when you finally be left alone. He has always listened to you and wanted you to tell him anything what's bothering you. Your happiness was his priority.

You greeted others and found a place to sit around the table. Throughout the whole occasion, Charles held you tightly and kept the greetings short and simple.

The dinner was all the same. Boring stuff to talk about and good food. As you looked up from your plate, your gaze met with this other man. His name was George. He is the youngest one and with so much less experience. Charles was the younger one as well but he had a talent in this, offering him to be on better position even at such a young age. George smiled at you and you smiled back. Feeling a tight squeeze on your thigh, your gaze shot to Charles. He was smiling at you lightly, but it didn't meet his eyes.

After the main meal you took a second drink for you and talked to other women, more of like listened to what they had to say, because you really didn't have anything in common. Run away as fast as you can, a life with a business man will drain you sweetheart. You offered them a polite smile and excused yourself. On the way to the toilets you bumped into someone. You looked up and saw one of the husband of those women.

Oh hello there darling. Good evening Javi. Being alone, just by yourself? No, I just need to use the bathroom.

You felt uncomfortable. Javi was a slime. Charles was probably right to wear a different dress for today's evening. You wanted to say a goodbye to him, but he spoke up again.

You know, my wife and I are together for a long time- -YN!

Charles was now approaching the both of you. Big relief spreading through your body.

I'd like to have YN for myself. Now. Of course Charles, I get it. Totally.

He smiled back at you and went back to the main dining room, leaving you and Charles in the hall.

What were you doing here alone? Nothing, I needed to go to the toilets. Oh really, with Javi? Charles are you for real?

He pressed his body to yours, making you step back to hit the wall behind you. He was mad and you didn't know why.

Stop playing with me YN. I'm not! I'm telling the truth! I'm so sick of sharing you cherie. Sharing me? I'm with you, what do you mean?

He grabbed your arm and tossed you around to on the narrow conference table on the side. You yelped with pain.

Stop playing with me. I'm not! You sure are. As if ti wasn't enough already. You trying to run away from me? WHAT? You don't pay attention to me anymore. Always speaking of your friends of how you want to be with them. Where does that leave me at? C-Charles, that's not true! I live with you, I'm with you, I love you! You do? Of course. Why on earth would you think that I don't?

His face softened a little but his eyes told otherwise.

Alright. But I'm done sharing. With who? Everyone. I hate the fact they have access to you. And flirting with George? I didn't flirt with him. I saw it.

He pulled your dress up and sat you down on the table. You hit the wood below you hard. He grabbed you by the knees and strechted your legs to the sides making you cry his name in pain. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you closer to his crotch. When you looked back at him, you had never seen a darker look on his face. There was tension, pain and determination. He started to move in such a way that he rammed his erect penis into your clit. The stimulation clouded your mind and you let yourself drift away for a moment of pleasure. The movements were slow, yet hard, in small circles. But it was not enough for you. You started to thrust right at against him but he stopped reciprocating. When you opened your eyes, you could see a cheeky smile. All logic coming back to you with loud exhale.

Charles What YN Stop it, we cannot do it here We are exactly doing it here. No

Making entertainment for other guests in the evening was the last thing on your wish list. You were about to move up and close your legs back together, but before you could do it, a slap landed on your face. Terrified, you looked up, tears welling up in your eyes.

If you wanna apologize to me about flirting with other man, you will take me right here right now so everyone will know for sure who you belong to.

He grabbed the nape of your neck and pounced on your lips harshly. Demanding for you to open your mouth. It was hard to resist, he was much stronger. He had access now to deep throat you leaving you breathless. The sound of others flowed down the corridor where you were and it made you think again. But before it could escalate, he spread your legs open and moved the hem of your panties to the side. Playing with your folds, his index finger running up and down and middle finger teasing your hole. You're always so wet for me. The tension building up in your abdomen was getting uncomfortable and you complained with loud groan. He chuckled and thrusted three fingers in you. Making you gag on your own breath.

Better cherie?

You moaned loud and uncontrollably. You squeezed your walls against him feeling the high approaching. But he teased you, slowing his movements and soothingly pecking your neck.

Charles! Take a proper look on yourself cherie What are you talking about?

He put his hand deep in pocket to pull out his phone. With a couple fast movements, he found what he was looking for. It was you in the bathroom, the day you first tried out your new toy.

You have cameras in our bathroom???? Yes - so I can look at in anytime when I'm at work.

Shame and embarrassment flew through you, an incredible heat filled your body and you wanted to hide. You couldn't believe you were dating someone who had cameras in their own bathroom.

You're mine after all. I have every right to do it.

Before could decide to protest anyway, he started once more to finger you. He went down and licked your clit. Meanwhile his other hand showed you the video of you moaning. It made you so horny you forgot about everything and felt the pleasure building fast. Hearing yourself made you more hot in combination with what Charles was doing with his tongue. Seeing him on his knees for you, degrading you at the same time with the video and pleasing you over the top. You moaned more with each one and when finally, he stopped. Writhing on the spot you cried out.

Pleeasse You liked watching yourself?

He chuckled as he stood up, got rid of his belt, opened his trousers and let him set free. He stroked himself while cupping your breasts.

Yes, definitely bigger. I want to see them. It was hard for you to pull the dress down, but you did eventually. He pinned your nipples. Taking his tip to your hole and shoving himself inside of you making your toes curl. His pace was fast and hard. Taking you by the throat, he fucked you without mercy.

You. - thrust - are. - thrust - mine. Do. - thrust - you. - thrust - un. - thrust - der. - thrust - stand?

He breathed to your ear. You screamed YES, wanting to come already. You felt your pussy throbbing in pain from all the stimulation.

I should have married you. Put a baby inside of you sooner.

You came with his spoken words and rocked on his cock for the rest of your orgasm. Leaving you breathless, you calmed down a little.

I've switched your pills…..

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w.c. 11.9k pairing. Yoongi x fem!reader, Taehyung x fem!reader genre. hello again ANGST, slight smut, romance a/n. NSFW MDNI !!! curse words, alcohol, sexual content (just fingering this time),, i may or may not have a second part to this fic 😼 ENJOY pookies <3

Don’t know if I can call it insomnia if I literally sleep at this hour all the time.

I want to dye my hair black again.

But this restlessness feels different.

Maybe that third cup of coffee’s doing its thing.

I was so close to having a panic attack; I did cry, though. And I still want to for a variety of reasons.

I’ve been thinking about a lot of things this week. I really want to see Yoongi like, right now. That’s how I know I’m not doing well.

Lately, I’ve been pondering the idea of resentment and how it means that envy is the emotion you’re feeling. At first, I dismissed it because how do you go from one emotion to a completely different one? But hell maybe they’re right.

I may envy people and their ability to forget how someone else made them feel. Or how they’re able to just overlook someone’s actions. Because I can’t do that. I take everything to heart.

How can you not when those actions were directed at you? Even though I’m used to excusing them and saying, “maybe they’re going through something big, and I just got the short end of the stick,” “maybe they didn’t actually mean it,” or the great, “maybe you’re not the only one that they treated like that, don’t feel so special.”

Alright, but why does it have to happen? Is it that tough to be considerate of someone’s feelings?

Good thing I haven’t texted Yoongi. I’m pretty sure I’m having a weak moment.

Do I want to keep up with that mess? Because that’s what it is.

I just can’t stop thinking about him. I think I miss him. But I refuse to be the one that reaches out for him this time. I’m still pondering if I genuinely miss him or if I’m just fucking lonely again.

Pretty sure it’s the second one.

At the same time, I wish he would grow up more and be ready for something serious.

“Sooooo… I dyed my hair again last night,” you confessed to Gemma on the phone. She was on her way to your house to pick you up because tonight you two were attending a concert.

Your best friend sighed, and you could practically imagine them rolling their eyes. “What color is it this time?” Gemma sounded exasperated, but she wasn’t; it didn’t even surprise her anymore. All her concerns were how you managed to not fry your hair whenever you wanted another makeover.

“I guess it looks kind of black?” You muttered and pressed your lips while you waited for your friend to say something.

“UGH, I can’t wait to see you!,” “you better be ready too because I’m hungry, and you know our pho place closes early!”

“I know, I know. Surprisingly, I AM ready; I’m just looking for my keys.”

This was your and Gemma’s ritual almost every Friday or Saturday night, depending on your plans. Tonight, it was Friday, and you had your usual king size pho, talking about work, your hair on this occasion, and most importantly, the band you were going to watch in a few hours.

You forgot to mention how you’ve been feeling about Yoongi. You thought that conversation could be saved for another time.

As soon as you arrived at the venue, the band came out.

It was one of these L.A. indie bands that both of you discovered this same year. Whenever Gemma was over at your place, you always ended up watching their music videos, fawning over the vocalist. So, when you found out they were doing a concert soon, you knew you had to be there.

It lasted around an hour, which was a little underwhelming compared to the other concerts you’ve attended. Still, all was forgotten because that damn vocalist was as dreamy as you imagined.

When the concert ended, Gemma and you found yourselves a table to keep talking over drinks. You didn’t count on Sam, one of your other friends, calling and telling you she was coming over.

You didn’t usually mixed your plans, but it felt kind of inevitable tonight.

You also thought the place felt kind of dead and guessed it wouldn’t hurt to have more people with you.

Sam arrived with her brother’s girlfriend. Before anything else could be said, they both said, “This place is dead.”

“What were you doing in here?”

You laughed at the confused expression your friend had on her face. She knew you were at a concert, but you then explained you were just sitting and drinking, nothing special.

“We should go somewhere else! What do you say about going downtown?” The brother’s girlfriend addressed you.

You pursed your lips and turned to look at Gemma to ask her what she wanted to do. “I’m staying over with you, so I’m giving you the privilege of deciding.” You smiled at your friend and thought about it. You wanted to keep drinking; it was barely 11 p.m.

You turned to Sam to tell her it was okay, but before you opened your mouth, she tried to convince you, “Come on, let’s just go for a while; Hoseok’s over there with some friends!”

Hoseok is Sam’s brother.

Hoseok is Yoongi’s best friend.

It’s pretty evident that wherever Hoseok was, Yoongi was there too.

Fuck, did I manifest this?

“Let’s go then.”

What a miracle, what a coincidence.

A kiss on the cheek. All kind. Warm greetings—the kind that makes you want to kill whoever invented manners. You see each other from time to time, often at random places and gatherings like tonight.

You haven’t seen Yoongi in over ten months.

You haven’t seen him since that last date you had. If you can call it that.

Last year, life was kicking your ass, and Yoongi was everything you had. You truly needed someone, and he stayed with you throughout the messiest months of your life. He was your everything.

You were perfectly aware he was never going to be serious about you. He’s been in your life for eight years, and both of you have left the other countless times before. You two were just a bad joke. You never understood why he always insisted on coming back to your life just for him to treat you like always. Never something special. Never been the exception, always the rule.

But for those seven months, he acted like the person you always wanted him to be. You knew you were both a joke, but you always liked what “us” meant with him.

Last Christmas was the first time you spent a holiday together. It felt so important to you back then as if life was finally going your way.

You never expected what he had to say to you right on that day.

“First of all, Merry Christmas, honey”. He smiled as he looked at you. “You know I’ll always wish for you and your family to be healthy. I know this is important to you, but I’m sure you can rest a bit about that matter from now on.”

“I’m really happy you’re spending these days with me. You know I’m not fond of the holidays, but I want you to know this feels important to me.”

“I genuinely, truly, really want to keep you with me and for us to go out as much as we can, if you want to, of course. Because to be honest, if it were up to me, we would be doing a bunch of stuff together all the time, but it’s not just a matter of me wanting, so I hope you’d like that too.”

With his words, you went through all the emotions known to mankind. It’s been the first time you’ve heard something like that coming from him, and you felt strange. Thinking how you may have wanted that for years, now when it’s actually happening, you feel so disconnected from yourself, you start to think, “What can he possibly like in me? I’ve only shown him chaos these past months.”

But as soon as that thought crossed your mind, your heart told you, “Yet, he’s still here.”

He made you feel safe, so you committed to being the best version of yourself once again. After all you’ve been through, he’s never stopped being so good and patient with you.

He’s always going to have a piece of your heart.

Then came the inevitable change of heart one of you had every time.

This time, it happened to him. Of course.

You were supposed to go out one night, but you ended up going home in the middle of the “date.”

It’s like you weren’t talking to Yoongi anymore. He was acting cold, apathetic, indifferent, you name it.

You felt awful on your way home. You didn’t even want to think about the reason for his attitude towards you.

You wanted to feel hopeful, happy, and even in love, but it didn’t feel like that anymore. You wanted to trust in what Yoongi had told you just a few weeks ago. Maybe it was just something you wanted to hear, but you didn’t catch on to the intentions behind his words.

I actually fell for it this time.

There have been multiple times when you told yourself there was no future for you two. Why do you keep staying? It just makes you feel like shit in the end.

I just keep building unrealistic expectations, as if there was actually someone who could save me from my own problems1.

This time, you were hoping he was tired of you and would finally choose not to be with you anymore.

Farewell comes. Once again, you bury memories deep in the deepest ocean. Then it comes back and floats up.

There were eight people sitting close together at a little round table, and to your luck, you ended up facing Yoongi.

Beer never stopped coming to your table.

You had an impressive way of acting as if everything was normal. You were always like this. Of course, Yoongi made you angry, but you’ve never resented him for something. Acting full of hostility in front of both of your friends would never be one of your goals.

On some other occasion, maybe you would’ve ignored him and his glances, but you can’t deny that you’ve wanted to see and talk to him for the past few weeks.

Your friends weren’t fond of your “relationship,” yet they were always curious about how you two treated each other whenever you saw each other after a while. Everyone always knew when you two were together and how many months you had spent without talking.

You can’t tell if that’s good or not, but everyone knew it was just a matter of time before you started seeing each other again.

Tonight was going well. You haven’t seen Hoseok or the other guys in a while. Aside from whatever you had with Yoongi, they were your friends, too. Not too long ago, you always went out on weekends to bars, parties, and the occasional concerts.

Ever since you distanced yourself from them a little, they got into relationships. It wasn’t until today that you actually spent time with them and their partners and got to know them a little.

Jimin was sitting on your right, and eventually, you found yourselves talking apart from the others. He started telling you about his partner and how he got in a little fight with them over whether it’s right or not to look at other people at the gym.

Later, the others were all over that topic, arguing whether it was socially acceptable or not to look at someone else at the gym while your partner was there with you. All the alcohol you’ve drank made itself present. Your overall volume rose with each minute, with everyone voicing their opinions.

You had already told tipsy Jimin your point of view, so you got fed up with the subject when it turned into an actual discussion between Hoseok and his partner.

Sam and Gemma were still talking with Jimin over what he did, his partner’s words, and whatnot. So you found your chance to get up and go to the jukebox.

It took less than two minutes of you looking through the catalog when you suddenly saw a tall figure standing by your side.

“Hi,” he said.

You turned to look straight into his eyes. “Hi.”

“You look radiant, better than before.”

You bit your smile back and answered, “can’t complain.” Still searching for a song.

He came closer to you, “we meet again.”

A smile escaped from you. “It’s been almost a year, huh.”

Now they’re walking on ice. To see who slips first. No strings intertwined. They were never anything, but there was always something.

“I know, it’s crazy.” He wasn’t going to waste any more time. “Can we meet later?”

There was something.

“My friend is staying over.” You had already picked two songs but still had three more credits.

“I can come by.”

You were thinking hard about which songs to pick, but Yoongi was making it really hard to concentrate.

Of course, I want you to come over. Yet, I still want to hang on to the small remains of my pride.

“I think it would be better if we go out sometime this week if you want.”

Filled with anxiety over what you were arranging, you started tapping your fingers against the machine, not remembering which artist you were looking for in the first place.

“I thought you no longer wanted to see me.”

You lifted your chin to look at him and gave him a smirk. “Well,” you said with a nervous laugh, “I did, but I can’t lie to you; I’ve been thinking about you for days.”

“Why?”

“Why? What do you mean why?”

“I don’t know, I thought you were done with me.”

“Yoongi, we can’t talk about that here.”

You were finally searching for the last song. “Well, I’ll see you at your house later.”

Again, you turned to look at him but gave him an annoyed expression. You kept going through Pink Floyd’s songs, your distress not letting you find your favorite song by them.

“Can I? Just for a while. I want to talk to you.”

“Talk about what Yoongi?”

Finally, <The Great Gig in the Sky>.

“About why you left like that back then.”

You finally turned your whole body to answer him, “Alright then, you can come by later.” And with that, you returned to your seat at the table. Everyone asked what took you so long, and while you explained that you couldn’t find the songs you wanted, Yoongi came back to his seat, too. All eyes were on you, his included.

It actually got you happy that he talked to you first.

Untethered intertwining. They were never anything, but there was always something.

Sam, Hoseok, and his girlfriend left around 2 a.m., but the rest of you kept finding things to talk about.

You never stopped drinking, but you weren’t feeling drunk yet. In one of your trips to the bathroom, Gemma told you she liked Yoongi for the first time, and it got you all giddy. As you were walking back, you and Yoongi couldn’t take your eyes off of each other. Both of you were getting impatient to finally be alone again.

You’re both talking to your friends, and you’re laughing, and you look across the table. You’re not even far apart, but you catch each other’s eyes, and it’s this secret that exists right there, unnoticed, and no one else knows about it, no one else but you and Yoongi.

The rest of your friends were already drunk, so he told you, “We should go.”

“Come on, I’ll take you both home.”

Gemma hopped in the back of his car, and you got yourself in the passenger seat.

All your actions were too familiar for someone who hasn’t seen this guy in over ten months.

The next thing you knew, your phone connected automatically to his car, and he urged you to put some music on.

It was until this moment, on your way to your house, that you realized you were very drunk. You don’t even remember which playlist or songs you played.

When you arrived home, you gathered all your might to get Gemma inside. (Yoongi helped you open all the doors and, most importantly, carry Gemma to your room).

You got Gemma into your bed, changed her clothes, and left her a glass of water on your bedside table. You also used the moment to gulp a glass of water yourself. Meanwhile, Yoongi was already settled in your living room, his eyes not leaving you. Lying on your couch, recognizing when you were feeling more than tipsy. “Are you drunk?”

His voice scared you for a second. You did not realize he was still there or that he was watching your every move. Your smile gave away that you were indeed feeling a little drunk.

“A little? Maybe?”

The way he laughs always gets you. It has this cute yet manly note that you’ve always loved so much.

You curled up on your couch next to Yoongi, facing him. You truly wanted to hear what he wanted to talk about, but this newfound comfort of being on your couch made you sleepy. At the same time, the way he was looking at you was letting the alcohol in your system wear out.

His heavy gaze no longer made you think about talking with him. All you wanted was for him to hold you and kiss you like he used to as if he couldn’t wait any longer to press his lips on yours, to interrupt you while you were saying something with a kiss filled with the desire you both had for the other.

“Are you dating someone else?” His question shocked you. You looked at him wide-eyed. Yoongi looked directly at your eyes like they were the only thing in the room, fearing that if he looked somewhere else, he’d miss the truth coming from your eyes.

Your face turned into a frown, and drinking in his words confused you. You sat straight to ask your first question, but he beat you to it. “Is that why you left me?” The blood drained from your face.

Is he serious? Is he genuinely clueless? Or is he just being stupid?

“Is that what you want to hear? That I’ve been dating around?”

“I don’t know. It’s just that you disappeared again; if you wanted me to go to hell, you could’ve said so.”

“What are you even saying, Yoongi?”

“I thought you were dating someone.” He let out what must have been a bitter laugh.

“Well, I’m not… I don’t have time to go out with ‘people’.”

Do you even know why it’s so goddamn impossible for me to let you go? Because every song, every moment, and every person reminds me of you.

Why did you even want to see him this time around? Have you ever thought about that? It didn’t even matter because it was always the same. You suddenly forget how you feel or whatever you wanted to say as soon as you’re in front of him. Even if you said something, he wasn’t going to listen. He never does.

“Are you dating someone?”

“That’s not what I wanted to talk about. I need to know why you left me that night.”

“So, you are dating someone...”

“Just tell me why you left me.”

“Fine, I bet I won’t even remember this in the morning,” you laugh softly, maybe in preparation for what you would say next.

You collapse back onto your couch, sighing as your head sinks into the soft cushions. Your eyes drift upward, fixating on the blank expanse of the ceiling above you.

“It’s just that… I don’t know; that day, you were acting so strange toward me, and I truly thought you weren’t my Yoongi anymore. It’s like you were dying to get out of there, and I figured it would be better if I was the one who left first”. You smiled, but everyone could have seen the bitterness behind it. “I trust- no, I hoped… that what you told me that you wanted for us was true, but I couldn’t see a trace of that in you anymore. I didn’t want to turn into an anxious mess and think about you non-stop or… try to find out why you acted like that, so yeah, I left you again.”

He felt a tightness in his chest when he heard you say, “My Yoongi.” It wasn’t helping that your words sounded so real to him at that moment. This was easily the third time he’d seen you somewhat vulnerable. He was going to regret talking about this.

“Do you want me to ask you what was going on with you that day?” Your head was still on the couch, but it was now turned to get a better look at his face. You were still smiling.

He thought, Why is she smiling? Why is she always smiling?

“But you said you weren’t gonna remember this in the morning.” There goes his sweet laugh again.

“We can try.”

“Can we try with a kiss instead?”

Only the sound of cars driving by could be heard.

You don’t even remember that kiss anymore.

That should have been a dead giveaway that everything was bound to turn out very wrong after that night.

The following days were even worse. Your conversations over text were boring and awkward. You felt that he was being an ass on purpose, as if he was making you pay for what you “put” him through. Sick and tired. That’s how you were beginning to feel towards this ongoing joke. Over the week, you started remembering the first thing you wrote about him. It was the first time you’d drifted apart.

“I want to see you. I want to be with you now. I hate feeling this needy. I like you so much that I don’t know what to do with all these emotions. Remember that night when we kissed for the first time? Our lips touched, and I think my heart lost its rhythm for a few minutes. It’s okay if you don’t remember it the way I do. But I want you to know that I’ll never forget how you made me feel that night. I think I fell in love with you since then. I’ve missed you almost every day since you left. I realized that I look pretty when I’m sad, but I look prettier when somebody says your name, and I smile uncontrollably. I wish I could explain the physical pain I feel inside my chest when I think about you. And I wish that pain could be erased if we’re being honest. I don’t know what’s wrong with us. I’m running out of ideas to make this work, and I feel like if I don’t do something to save us, you won’t do it either; even though I know you care, I know you’re just going to stand there, arms crossed watching everything drift away. I can’t get out of my head that time you said that you felt that you were hurting me instead of making me feel good, and I said that sometimes I think I hate you. I swear I didn’t mean it. It’s just that I’m too scared of losing you for good because I have this feeling that I won’t feel like this ever again; I’m afraid I’ll have to lose this part of myself that feels genuinely in love with someone. I thought we were made for each other. I thought you were one of my soulmates. I still think we are. But we keep fucking it up every single time. I won’t lie; I’m fine some days, but the smallest things break me. I know it’s not your fault that I’m so damn sensitive, but my feelings have always been this intense, this is who I am, and I was hoping that you would learn to love the whole mess that I am just as much as I love yours. It’s not that I can’t be with someone else and forget about you—I know I can—but I don’t want to be without you. I don’t know what it is about this day, but my head feels so much heavier when we’re having problems. I feel mad at you, and I bet you’re mad at me, too. Have I always been this hard? Or are you just realizing that being with me is a lot of work and I’m not worth it? I’m not ready to let you go. You’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted to keep around. You treat me so well when we’re together. I love when you take my hand in yours. I love every time it’s just you and me, and we talk about life. There’s no one for me but you. You’re the only face I can see. I hope you know I’m only pretending to hate you when I love you so much. After all, I’ll always hope it’s you and me in the end. I’m happy if I get to be with you.”

That was seven fucking years ago. Funny huh?

It was never supposed to turn out like this. Who would’ve thought that someone could pull you down like this under the guise of love? Was it really only an individual’s fault?

Did it keep going because no one wanted to be the bad guy? If we didn’t have feelings for each other, if we didn’t think of each other, would we have dragged it on like this?

Those words played over and over again in your head. Whenever you came to be together again, that was eventually all you wondered about.

That first letter was born when the first layer that was blinding you was uncovered. It was as if something was finally letting you see the shape of the person Yoongi was—or at least the person he was with you.

Next year. The second “letter” came.

“Everything’s been so weird lately. I don’t get you. You didn’t talk to me for three days, yet you still think I’ll say yes when you want to see me late at night when you finally feel like it? Seriously? I’m angry at you, but mostly, I’m angry at myself. How can I be so blind to not realize that nothing will ever happen between us? Why am I still here? I know it’s because I want to be with someone, but maybe that person is not you. Because if you wanted to, we would be something by now. I know you won’t ever change because it’s been 2 years since this started, and you’re still the same. Maybe I fell in love with the hope and longing. All I did was imagine myself with you, I thought I was being patient about us. I can’t help but be a hopeless romantic, that’s all I’ve been my whole life. Occasionally, I find myself doing dumb shit all the time, like apologizing to the stars on behalf of both of us for not keeping our promises. I’ve been thinking about how sad I have been lately. Telling myself I’m stupid for loving you after all you’ve made me go through, how useless I feel, and how painful every day gets, honestly, this love I feel for you is making me crazy. But I shouldn’t be worrying about this. I know it may seem complicated to live with a broken heart, crying until your tears make you blind. I keep saying to myself, “It’s time you get yourself together, fall in love with yourself again, and forgive yourself for thinking you were stupid when you only acted out of love for someone who couldn’t see all you were.” But let’s be honest, being aware of all this still doesn’t make it any easier. I still feel so lost. And confused. I wish I knew how to stop loving you. I miss my peace of mind. I know what I’m supposed to do but don’t know where to start. I know that one day we’ll cross paths again, and I won’t feel a thing anymore, but until then, I’ll keep trying to convince myself that I don’t want you anymore. What have you done to me? What have I done to myself? What is it about you that ended up putting me through this hell? For the past few months, we barely saw each other. I still remember the last words we exchanged, and I feel sick, I keep wishing you would’ve done something else, hoping you would’ve said something different, but wishing for this doesn’t matter anymore, I’ll just keep hurting myself if I keep thinking about this version of you that I kept romanticizing. I’m tired now. All this was too much for me. But let me tell you one thing. I never even thought for a second that I was wasting my time with you. Not even when all my friends told me so. I took pride in myself for “knowing” when a guy doesn’t want you, but you were so confusing. You used to always be there. You knew exactly what to do and what to say so I could keep my love alive, making me think that maybe one day we would be together, but now I’m truly fed up with you. I’m angry. I know I can live without talking to you, but I don’t think I can be in the same room with you and not feel a thing. I’m telling you this because I want you to understand me. I want us to end on good terms because I know it’ll be impossible for us to stop seeing each other. So please help me, because this won’t be easy for me. I still care about you. I love you, but I can’t do this anymore. I need to keep crying, but understand me, I’m not crying for you. It’s just that I have so much inside me that I could never say to you. I know now that I was too much for you.”

In the span of two years, all that relationship lay before your eyes, yet somehow you didn’t want to see it. You decided to keep your hope alive even if it hurt you.

Several breakups between the two of you. A few relationships with other people in the middle of it all. Countless times you wanted to run to him just one more time. The occasional texts came from him, asking how you were and if you wanted to meet again.

You tried to be strong most of the time. You even felt you had gotten over Yoongi on every period where you’d stopped running into him. Those were the times when it was easy. But it was also quite embarrassing how quickly you’d fall into his trap once he got into your head again.

So yeah, you caved in after that kiss from last night.

You were letting this happen. You wanted this on this occasion.

It should be fine, right?

Eventually, after a few weeks, both of you started sorting out your emotions and everything felt pretty normal again.

Why do I make things so complicated when there’s no need to?

You can’t help but doubt yourself and doubt him. You want to know what’s in his head, yet you know it should be enough for you that he wants to keep seeing you.

All these doubts made you realize that maybe, just maybe, you’re treating this in the same way you would’ve years ago.

Just focus on the now.

Aside from that…

You like him very much. He can talk about a bunch of things with you. He can be cute when he wants to be. You used to have a lot in common in terms of music. You like his style. And let’s not get started on his tattoos. ON TOP OF THAT, HIS ARMS. For some weird reason, I always forget he has dimples.

Ultimately, years pass and you always run back to him. You genuinely enjoy being in the same room as him.

No one has gotten close to how he makes you feel. Every time you see him again, everything feels the same. Your feelings towards him haven’t changed.

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle but never break.

A month later

Ah, shit.

You were having a relatively good weekend. It was the 4th of July. You spent it with your family and now it was almost midnight but you were still texting with your best friend. She was at a party with Sam, Jess, and all the guys. You were experiencing a mild fomo, but you had a deal with your parents, so you had to pass that party this time.

Even Jungkook texted you earlier asking why you weren’t there. But that’s another story.

Your best friend was getting drunker with every text she sent, but she had put herself on the task of updating you with all of Yoongi’s whereabouts and doings.

I mean go ahead I guess. It makes me feel like it’s my fault for not showing enough interest again. This is making me uneasy. Because I like him but turns out he doesn’t like me enough? I WANT TO SCREAM.

I shouldn’t be angry because it’s my fault. I know so. I’m not trying enough, and maybe this was bound to happen. I can’t ask him to just talk to me. He needs to live his life too, he’s human, and he gets tired of waiting for someone who doesn’t seem “invested” in him. FUCK.

He ended up coming to your place around 1 a.m.

And this time, you actually talked. You were worried he’d drank too much, but he showed to be as sober as one can be.

Before he got there, you were extremely nervous, but once you sat with him on your couch, all your tension and fears calmed down. You valued that he was able to make you feel that way.

Your feelings went on a rollercoaster in a matter of a few hours, it was so fucking strange to read those words. To paint yourself a picture of what Yoongi was doing with you.

“Why weren’t you at the party?”

“I spent the whole weekend with my parents, so I couldn’t go.” “I wanted to, though.”

“It would’ve been cool if you had gone, everyone was asking about you.”

A smirk appeared on your face. “And what did you tell ’em?”

“That you didn’t want to see me,” He joked.

You started playing with him.

“That’s sliiightly true,”

After that, he laughed but got closer to you. He even got a lot more talkative, narrating to you everything he and your friends did earlier on. You were pretty entranced in him. It’s risky when you love to hear someone just talk. He took in the way you were gazing at him and figured there was no point in wasting more time. It was obvious Yoongi only went to your place to see if he was getting lucky tonight.

You realized his face was inching closer to yours. Your eyes scanning his own. Him doing the same, with the occasional glance at your lips. You weren’t gonna kiss him. Still, you let him get close enough so your lips could brush each other.

Then you smiled.

You weren’t gonna miss the chance to let him try to explain to you what the hell was going on, so you thought you’d go straight to the point.

“Can I ask you something?”

He returned your smile.

“Wait, let me guess”- “You want to know if I have a girlfriend”.

Motherfucker.

Your smile faltered slightly at him guessing the question, but he maintained eye contact with you. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you wanted to ask,” he replied. His tone is a mix of playfulness and seriousness. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

The way his mind immediately went there. We’ll worry about that later.

Yoongi’s words echoed in your ears, you couldn’t help but believe him. There was something about his voice, his gaze, that made you blindly trust his every word.

Yoongi’s expression softened, his gaze unwavering. “I want you to know that I’m being genuine right now. I don’t have a girlfriend, I’m not seeing anybody formally, romantically, emotionally, or whatever you imagined. I want to give us a chance to make things right for you.”

You clung to the hope that this time he was telling the truth.

A sense of relief washed over you as you leaned closer to Yoongi. Ignoring the cautionary whispers in the back of your mind, you let yourself be swept away by his intoxicating presence.

His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, and for a moment, it felt like all your doubts and worries faded away.

Days turned into weeks, and you reveled in the blissful illusion of having Yoongi in your life once again. Yoongi seemed attentive, caring, and utterly devoted to you. He showered you with affection, making you believe that you were his only one this time.

Over the next months, your interactions with Yoongi were limited to texts. There were no dates or visits to your house or his place, for that matter. It’s like he was growing bored. But that’s nothing new anymore.

You started to grow tired of his refusal to let you go, even if he didn’t like you the way you liked him. You knew it was time to move on and find someone who would honestly reciprocate your feelings.

And then, on a spontaneous note, one day, you stumbled upon someone through Instagram.

thv replied to your story.

It started with you two sending each other songs for a few days.

Then, when you got to actually talk to him. You realized he was funny, his music taste almost immaculate, he was extremely nice to you, and he cared about what you had to say. You basically had the same interests. And hands down, you enjoyed talking to him a lot.

Ever since you started talking to this new guy, called Taehyung, you felt like something had shifted in your life. And it’s only been 3 days since then.

This time, it turned out you were wrong. Wrong about everything.

I can’t regret anything, because I tried, I wholeheartedly tried. I don’t plan to try and understand him anymore.

Yoongi had been lying through his teeth the whole time. He did have a girlfriend, and he reveled in his power over you. He enjoyed playing with your emotions, relishing in his control over you.

You found out a few days ago, and you struggled to know what to do. You weren’t going to just ghost him. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be passive-aggressive toward him, and it showed in your texts.

But you weren’t counting on that he was even more of a cynic than you. And you were getting angrier that he wouldn’t accept anything and refused to let the conversation die.

So yeah, it took 3 days.

It took you that long to get yourself way ahead of everything. About Taehyung specifically.

You don’t remember having met him before.

If only you knew that he remembers the first time he saw you in college and several parties after that.

He’d grown attracted to you every time he saw you. However, you never once seemed to acknowledge his presence.

And don’t get him wrong. He didn’t mind. You were just a platonic interest. Somehow he knew you weren’t exactly available even if he never saw you with a guy before.

He just took his chance a few days ago, not expecting anything. Just with the simple excuse of finally getting to know you.

He was a good listener, interested in your thoughts. With each message exchanged, your connection grew extremely fast.

This got you scared. You had barely talked to him and were already getting VERY INTERESTED.

On the fourth day, he invited you to the movies, but ended up going out to two bars and then dancing.

You shared even more stories, talked about your dreams, and even found yourselves discussing your insecurities in your love life.

Taehyung made you feel seen, heard, and valued – something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He was patient and understood your reservations.

On the cab, in the way back to your place, you rested your head on his shoulder, hand in hand, you truly felt so calm, it had been the nicest date ever.

Hell, you haven’t even had a proper date in years. So, no one can blame you when you finally let yourself be vulnerable for once.

Taehyung knew he’d like you, but never to this extent. He wasn’t scared when he realized he was falling in love with you. All he wanted was to see you every single day from now on. He took the initiative to plan a date next week, but you went out of town to visit your cousin.

So Monday it is. There was only one thing that you had to take care of. Before you let yourself move on to the next step in your love life.

Dealing with Yoongi was getting tiring, so it finally happened. The long overdue conversation occurred. Over texts, but it happened.

For once, you didn’t see the point in continuing. You and Yoongi have been through this road way too many times, and nothing has changed.

You decided to cut ties with Yoongi for good on that Monday. From now on, Taehyung could be the only one in your head.

As you were getting ready for your date with Taehyung, you couldn’t help but think about your conversation with Yoongi just a few hours ago. It was strange how life presented you with new opportunities right on the heels of letting go of the past. The decision to leave Yoongi was still fresh in your mind, but you hoped that this date with Taehyung would make you feel different, as bad as it could sound, but a distraction to that awful bit.

Taehyung took you to the movies, and from the moment the film began, your hands found each other’s, fingers intertwining. The dimly lit theater provided the perfect backdrop for this quiet display of affection. The movie itself was fun at times, but it was almost a blur of scenes and dialogue because your attention was elsewhere. You didn’t realize that Taehyung also spent that entire hour and a half not watching the movie, but watching you. He observed the way your eyes lit up at the funny parts, the sound of your laughter made his heart skip a beat. It was as if he had his own private screening of your reactions, and to him, it was the most captivating thing in the world.

The next stop on your adventure was an arcade, a place filled with flashing lights and the noise of all the games you can imagine. You couldn’t resist the air hockey table, and without hesitation, you both grabbed the paddles. As the puck glided across the smooth surface, it was evident that both of you were really good at it. Soon, a couple of small kids had gathered around, their eyes wide with fascination as they watched you play.

Taehyung, multitasking effortlessly, started chatting with them while maintaining his competitive spirit. A little girl, no older than seven, stood beside you, her eyes sparkling with innocence. She looked up at you with a hopeful smile and asked, “Are you going to beat your boyfriend?” Her question caught you off guard, and you burst into laughter at her adorable bluntness. Taehyung, engrossed in his conversation with the other kids, didn’t hear the question. All he could see was how your laughter sounded like the sweetest melody in the world.

Distracted by your laugh, Taehyung lost to you in the game. The little kids erupted in cheers, celebrating your victory as if you had just won a championship. They eagerly lined up to give you high-fives, momentarily forgetting that Taehyung even existed. That was until he, still keen on entertaining the kids, asked if they knew how to play. The result was an excited chorus of enthusiastic and loud ‘yes’s’.

It was an endearing sight as Taehyung listened attentively to the kids. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but smile at how easily he connected with them.

“Okay, guys, what’s the next game we should play?” Taehyung asked, genuinely intrigued by their suggestions.

The kids seemed to have a dozen ideas at once, and it was all a jumble of arcade classics, from racing games to shooting hoops. One girl, with a mischievous glint in her eye, pointed at the dance machine in the corner.

“Can we try that dance game?” she asked, her excitement infectious.

Taehyung exchanged a playful glance with you, and you both agreed, despite the potential embarrassment that awaited you. The music blared from the machine, and you gave it your all, dancing like nobody was watching (except a group of kids, of course). Taehyung joined in nervously, even though his dancing skills were almost too good.

The kids burst into laughter at everyone’s dance moves, cheering you on with each step. It was one of those moments where embarrassment turned into pure joy, and you couldn’t have cared less about who was watching.

It was heartwarming to see him engage with them, making sure each child had a good time. After making sure the kids had enough tokens to keep playing, Taehyung gently took your hand, and together you wandered through the arcade. The place was a riot of flashing lights and game sounds, but it all faded into the background as you explored hand in hand.

Eventually, you came across the game involving knocking down rows of clown figures. You both paused, taking in the challenge. With the timer ticking down, Taehyung turned to you. His eyes sparkled with affection, and amidst the blinking lights and arcade tunes, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

You paused for a moment, your heart racing as you looked into Taehyung’s eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss him - far from it. In fact, you felt a strong pull towards him, a connection that seemed to grow with every passing second. Even more so, after the side of him you saw today.

But there was something holding you back, a nagging doubt that whispered in the back of your mind. You had just met Taehyung, and even though the chemistry between you two was sweet, you wanted to take things slow. You didn’t want to rush into anything, not after what you’d been through with Yoongi.

So, with a soft smile, you gently shook your head and replied, “Not yet.” It was a response that carried a promise, a promise that there would be time for kisses and more in the future, once you were both ready to take that step. Taehyung nodded understandingly, his smile mirroring your own, and you continued your adventure to a bar, still hand in hand.

As you settled into a cozy corner of the bar, the atmosphere shifted, becoming more intimate. The soft hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and mellow jazz music in the background created the perfect backdrop for a meaningful conversation.

You started by talking about your time at the arcade, laughing about how the kids had cheered for you when you won the game. Taehyung joined in, sharing his amusement at their excitement. It was a light and joyful conversation that made you feel even closer to him.

Taehyung was genuinely interested in getting to know you better. He asked about your family, and you shared stories about your parents and siblings. In turn, he spoke fondly about his own family, reminiscing about childhood memories and you noticed how much he loved them.

Work became the next topic of discussion. You both talked about your careers, your aspirations, and the challenges you faced in life. Taehyung’s dedication and passion for his job shone through, and you found yourself admiring his determination.

As the night wore on, the conversation deepened. You talked about life, dreams, and the things that truly mattered to you. It was a conversation that left you feeling a sense of connection you hadn’t experienced in a long time. You realized that this was different from anything you had with Yoongi, something that was still scary to you.

As the night progressed and the conversation with Taehyung deepened, you couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between him and Yoongi. Taehyung’s genuine interest in getting to know you, his kindness, and his openness were like a breath of fresh air compared to the complexity and uncertainty of your history with Yoongi.

The realization that this connection with Taehyung was different, something new and potentially beautiful, both excited and scared you. It was scary because it meant stepping out of your comfort zone, venturing into unfamiliar territory, and leaving behind the emotional rollercoaster that had defined your relationship with Yoongi.

But that fear didn’t deter you. In fact, it fueled a sense of courage you hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe you were ready to embrace something real, something stable, and something built on honesty and trust. It was a daunting prospect, but for the first time in a while, it might be worth taking that leap into the unknown.

The night had stretched on longer than you had initially planned, but you didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you didn’t want it to end.

As Taehyung’s car pulled up to your place, reality seemed to rush back in. With the engine turned off and the night’s silence settling around you, you both remained seated in the car. It was one of those moments where time felt suspended, and neither of you seemed in a hurry to say goodbye.

You gazed into Taehyung’s eyes, his warm and sincere gaze locked onto yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. You knew what you wanted, and in this moment, you felt a surge of courage you hadn’t experienced before.

Taehyung’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as he said, “I had a really great time tonight.”

You smiled, your heart racing. “Me too,” you admitted, your voice equally hushed.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air.

Finally, you took a deep breath, your nervousness mingling with excitement. “Taehyung, can I ask you something?”

His eyes were curious. “Of course.”

Without overthinking it, you leaned in, closing the gap between you and Taehyung. In the dimly lit car, your lips finally met a gentle and electrifying connection that seemed to seal the promise of something new, something real.

As you pulled away, your foreheads touching, you whispered, “I’ve actually been wanting to do that all night.”

Taehyung chuckled, feeling a newfound hope. “Me too.”

Unable to resist kissing him way longer, you reached out again. The kiss started slow, a tantalizing exploration of each other’s lips. Your mouth was warm and inviting, and Taehyung couldn’t resist the urge to deepen the kiss.

Your lips moved together with a fiery passion, tongues dancing in a tango. There were no more words, just the intoxicating taste of each other. Your hands roamed, tracing all of his torso, igniting a fiery desire within both of you.

Taehyung bit your lower lip, sending shivers down your spine, and you responded with a soft moan. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss grew more fervent. It was a hunger that had been building all night, and now it was impossible to contain.

The kiss was wild, a passionate exchange, a language of desire and longing. You explored every inch of each other’s mouths, savoring the taste of your newfound connection.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were left breathless, lips swollen and hearts pounding. Taehyung’s eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that matched the fiery kiss you had just shared.

He whispered, his voice husky, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”

You grinned, your own desire burning bright. “I’m glad we finally did.”

As you entered your home, the soft glow of your phone illuminated the room. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw a series of texts from Taehyung, sent with an urgency that mirrored the fiery passion of your kiss.

From that moment on, there wasn’t a single time of day when you weren’t texting each other. The connection between you two was electric, and it seemed like every message, every word, only deepened your bond. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to invite you again on a date, and he chose a taproom for the occasion.

Taehyung arrived the following Saturday at your doorstep around 7 p.m., his charming smile lighting up the evening. Dressed casually but looking effortlessly handsome, he greeted you warmly.

“Hey there,” he said, his voice a pleasant melody. “Ready for our night out?”

With a nod and an excited smile, you locked the door behind you and joined him. The short drive to the taproom was filled with easy conversation and soft laughs. When you arrived, you were greeted not just by the cozy atmosphere of the taproom but also by some of Taehyung’s friends who had already gathered there.

Taehyung couldn’t contain his excitement about introducing you to his friends. He made the rounds, enthusiastically presenting you to each one of them, his introductions filled with admiration. As the evening went on, his friends couldn’t help but tease you both when they knew you weren’t officially a couple.

However, that made them gush about Taehyung. They spoke of his kindness, his sense of humor, and his unwavering loyalty. They assured you that you’d found someone truly special, and it was clear they thought he’d done the same in finding you.

Throughout the night, amidst the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging. Taehyung’s friends were welcoming, and their approval only added to the unique feeling of the evening.

As the night continued, the connection between you and Taehyung deepened. Your hands naturally gravitated towards each other, fingers interlacing as if they had always belonged together. There was a palpable comfort in being so close, and the world around you seemed to fade into the background.

In the midst of this enchanting evening, a message from Sam popped up on your phone. She was suggesting a plan for tomorrow - a baseball game. Without a moment’s hesitation, you enthusiastically said yes.

But what made your heart race, even more, was the eagerness to include Taehyung in your plans. You turned to him, a radiant smile on your face, and said, “Hey, my friends just invited me to a baseball game tomorrow. Do you want to join us? It’d be amazing if you’d come with me.”

His eyes lit up with delight at the invitation, and he nodded, “yeah, I’d love to be there with you.”

It felt like a natural step, merging your separate worlds and bringing Taehyung closer to your heart.

In your world, your friends were your anchors, your family, and the people who knew you best. If someone couldn’t fit into that crucial part of your life, it was often a telling sign that the relationship might not make it.

As you looked forward to the baseball game the next day, there was a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You believed in Taehyung and the genuine connection you shared, but there was always that sliver of doubt. Would he mesh well with your friends? Would they see what you saw in him?

But deep down, you had a feeling that this was a significant step. If Taehyung could seamlessly become a part of your world, it would be a powerful confirmation of your relationship.

Thoughts of tomorrow’s baseball game, and the potential changes it might bring, had temporarily vanished. All you craved at that moment were the hugs, kisses, and the warmth of holding Taehyung’s hand.

The atmosphere seemed to hum with your love surge, an electric charge that coursed through you, making every moment feel like a heart-pounding adventure. As you bid farewell to Taehyung’s friends, you couldn’t wait to be alone with him, to dance again at the same bar where your love story began.

Tonight, something was different. Your excitement was on an all-time high. The tension that had built up between you over the last dates, the unspoken desires and emotions, were now rising to the surface. The connection between you two was undeniable, and your touches were igniting sparks that seemed to intensify with each passing second.

In the dimly lit bar, the pulsating beat of the music coursed through your veins, syncing with your every move. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and as you moved to the rhythm, your dance became a sensual invitation. Your body swayed and undulated in harmony with the music, your hips swiveling provocatively to the seductive melodies.

Taehyung watched you with desire burning in his eyes, unable to resist the magnetic pull you had on him. Your dance was a mesmerizing display of confidence and allure. Your hands moved sensually across your own body, tracing the curves and contours that begged for his touch.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Taehyung stepped closer, his hands finding their way to your hips. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers traced the curve of your waist, pulling you closer to him as he succumbed to the same fiery rhythm.

Your bodies moved together, pressed intimately against each other. The heat between you grew with every tantalizing sway, and the world around you faded into obscurity. In that moment, there was only the two of you, lost in the lights of desire and passion, each movement drawing you closer to an inevitable collision of lips and bodies.

As the night at the bar wore on, the two of you shared more than just dances. After one particularly intense moment, you found yourself with your back pressed against Taehyung’s chest, the thumping bass of the music reverberating through both of you. His breath was warm against your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine. In that space, with his arms wrapped around your waist, it felt as if the world had disappeared, leaving only the sensation of his closeness and the rhythmic beating of your hearts in unison.

Between dances, you took breaks to calm yourselves with a beer or whatever drink you saw first at the bar. Each moment spent apart only seemed to fuel the intensity of your attraction. With every sip of your drink, you couldn’t help but glance back at Taehyung, a magnetic pull drawing you together once more. The atmosphere was heady with desire, and your chemistry was through the roof. Each dance, each stolen moment, was a step closer to something neither of you could resist any longer.

After those couple of hours of dancing that left you slightly breathless, you decided to seek refuge in one of the dimly lit booths at the corner of the bar. It provided a temporary sanctuary from the dance floor, allowing you to catch your breath and collect your thoughts amidst the lust that was echoing in your ears. The low hum of laughter and conversation from people around you provided a calming backdrop as you settled in, your heart still racing from the intimate moment with Taehyung, who had managed to stir emotions you hadn’t felt in quite some time.

He slid into the seat opposite you, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers through your body. In the closeness that the booth offered, you could feel something deeper between you. It was as though the music, which had once enveloped you in its intoxicating embrace, was reduced to a mere murmur in the back.

With a playful grin, Taehyung finally broke the silence that had settled between you. “You know,” he began, his voice a low, seductive murmur, “I think we might just be causing a lot of jealous looks in here.”

You chuckled, the sound husky and filled with desire. “I noticed.”

His fingers traced patterns on the table, drawing invisible lines as he continued, “It’s not just about dancing, though. I’ve been imagining being with you like this since the first time I laid eyes on you, and it’s been killing me all night.”

You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your ears as you whispered, “Since the first time you saw me?” Not trusting yourself enough to say what you were really thinking, so you mirrored his words.

Taehyung’s hand reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. “I can’t keep my composure anymore,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve been thinking about more than this all week.”

He paused, his gaze locked onto yours with a smoldering intensity. “You know,” he added with a sultry smile, “seeing you getting along so well with my best friends earlier, it just… made me so hard.”

The anticipation hung in the air like a charged current, a palpable magnetism drawing you closer together. It was a sensation you couldn’t ignore, a magnetic pull that seemed destined to ignite into something more profound.

You bit your lip, your pupils were blown, unable to contain the emotions surging within you. “Taehyung,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, “if you keep this up, I think I might fall in love with you.”

His eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and affection as he leaned in closer. “Is that so?” he murmured, his lips tantalizingly close to yours. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

Moments later, Taehyung led you to his apartment.

“I’m glad that we can finally be together like this.” He said with a sincere smile, his hand moving lower to cup your ass. He couldn’t resist anymore; he had to have you right then and there.

He slid his hand under your skirt, feeling the smoothness of your skin against his fingertips. Traced the outline of your panties through the fabric of your bottom. Taehyung felt a wave of arousal wash over him as he painted himself a picture of what lay beneath. Slowly, he slid his hands up your legs until he reached the hem of your panties. With a gentle tug, he pulled them down, revealing your wetness to him.

The sudden exposure caused you to blush slightly, but it only fueled his desire further. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of what came next “*Aren’t you going to see how wet I got because you?”

He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, then gently placed his hand on your inner thigh. As he did so, he whispered in your ear. “Do you really want me to do this?”

“I want this, trust me.”

He slid his hand up higher, feeling the warmth and dampness of your cunt. He could hear your soft gasps and moans as he touched your pussy. He continued to stroke you gently, feeling your muscles tighten around his fingers.

He heard your moans and started to become even more aroused. He could feel his own hard on growing in his pants, and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before you both got carried away. He slowly pulled back from you and looked into your eyes, his face flushed red with desire. You could tell that he was just as affected as you were.

You nodded, your eyes locked with his as desire coursed through your veins. You breathed, “I want you to touch me. I need your hands in me.”

A low growl rumbled in Taehyung’s throat as he gave you a hungry look, his fingers inching closer to your dripping core. “Fuck,” he muttered, unable to contain his own need. “I’ve been dreaming about this for days. About burying myself deep inside you.”

The raw desire in his words sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing second. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, desperate for his touch.

His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, teasingly avoiding direct contact with where you needed him most. The anticipation was almost unbearable as you fought to maintain a hint of control.

“Please, Taehyung,” you whimpered, “don’t make me wait.”

A wolfish grin tugged at the corners of Taehyung’s lips as he finally gave in to both of your desires. His fingers dipped into your wet heat, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “Did I make you this way? Did I make that pretty little pussy of yours ache for me?”

All coherent thought flew out the window as Taehyung pumped his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots that made pleasure surge through every nerve ending in your body. You could only manage to nod and let out a desperate moan in response.

He wrapped his other hand around your neck, pulling you closer to him. He could feel your pulse racing beneath his fingers, and he knew that you were enjoying this a lot.

He started to apply pressure to your neck, feeling your body respond to his touch. You let out a small gasp of air, and as he continued to choke you, he leaned in closer to your ear and whispered. “Do you like this, baby? Is this what you wanted?”

His thumb found its way to your clit, circling the swollen bud and sending jolts of electricity straight to where you needed it most. The pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on blissful torture, as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, baby,” Taehyung whispered, his hot breath fanning across your ear. “I want to feel you cum around my fingers.”

His words were all it took to push you over the edge. The coil of pleasure that had been building inside of you snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. You clung to him as you rode out your orgasm, his touch the only anchor keeping you grounded in a sea of sensations.

As the last tremors of pleasure receded, Taehyung pulled his hand away and brought it up to his lips, sucking your taste off his fingers with a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

After a few hours spent in tangled in touches, the clock ticked its way to 4 a.m., signaling the impending end of the night’s bliss. Despite the energy that was bubbling up between you, the evening hadn’t ventured beyond the boundaries of those lewd touches, leaving something else lingering in the air. As the minutes kept passing, a sense of reality nudged its way back into the forefront of your mind.

“You’re even sweeter than I imagined,” Taehyung’s voice, thick with desire, caressed the dimly lit room, echoing the sentiments of the night.

With a hazed smile playing on your lips, you gently disentangled yourself from Taehyung’s embrace, the need for rest tugging at your consciousness. “I have to go home, Taehyung,” you murmured softly, your words tinged with regret at the thought of parting, “I should get some actual sleep if we want to spend the whole day together again.”

Your fingers traced soothing circles along his shoulders, a silent reassurance of your affection. “You are coming with me tomorrow, right?” you queried, hope flickering in your eyes as you awaited his response.

In the hazy glow of his room, Taehyung’s gaze met yours, a promise dancing in his eyes. “Absolutely,” he affirmed, his voice laced with determination, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

With a final exchange of tender kisses and lingering glances, you reluctantly bid farewell to Taehyung’s warm embrace, bracing yourself for your way home.

Despite the lingering effects of last night’s alcohol roaming your body, a surge of adrenaline pulsed through your veins as you rolled out of bed, battling against the persistent fog of a very hungover you. With each groggy step towards the bathroom, the anticipation of the day ahead infused your weary limbs with energy, overriding the dull ache in your head.

As you splashed cool water on your face, the mirror reflected a mix of exhaustion and excitement in your eyes. Today was the day you’d introduce Taehyung to your best friends, a prospect that filled you with nerves. The thought of seeing their reactions, of sharing this part of your life with them, ignited a spark within you.

After downing a much-needed glass of water and popping a couple of painkillers to combat the lingering headache, you set about getting ready for the day. Despite the persistent throb at your temples, you couldn’t help but hum a tune under your breath, the thrill of today’s plan chasing away the last traces of drowsiness.

With each minute, the excitement grew, the clock ticking in slow motion as you counted down the moments until Taehyung went to pick you up. Finally, the sound of the doorbell shattered the quiet of the morning, heralding the arrival of your lover boy.

With a quick glance in the mirror to ensure you looked somewhat presentable despite feeling like shit, you hurried to answer the door, a smile of genuine delight spreading across your face at the sight of Taehyung standing on your doorstep, two large cups of coffee in hand and a grin that mirrored your own excitement.

“There we have my pretty and hungover girl,” he greeted you warmly, his eyes alight with anticipation, “are we all set for the big day?”

With a nod and a grin, you took the cup he handed you, the aroma wafting up to greet your senses. “Definitely”.

As you and Taehyung arrived at the stadium, the vibrant atmosphere of the bustling crowd greeted you with a wave of excitement. Sam, Gemma, and Jin were already waiting for you near the entrance, their infectious laughter echoing in the air as they exchanged playful banter.

“Hey, look who finally decided to show up!” Sam exclaimed, her grin widening as she caught sight of you and Taehyung approaching. “And who’s this handsome stranger you’ve brought along?”

lmk if you're up for reading the second part of this mess 🤭 bonus. just a little jungkookie for fun

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hello! i just read you svt forgetting about date thread and its so good! Would like to request for the remaining members reactions if possible 🥹 thank you!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

svt + forgetting your date (pt 3)

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SEUNGCHEOL: he often jokes that money can solve the world's biggest problems, and for the most part, it's true...when the problem is jeonghan's desire for fancy items. but when the problem is him not showing up to a date that he planned? he doesn't think expensive gifts will placate you, especially when he wakes up to missed calls and text messages that quickly go from confused to annoyed. he's in the middle of typing an excuse when you call one more time, and he answers with a sheepish laugh of your name. "um, I can be on the way in like 10, 15 minutes? it doesn't take me long to get ready." he's already rolling out of bed and pulling clothes out of the closet, but you sigh into the phone and that stops him in his tracks. "we've already missed the train," you say, and with a start, he realizes just how late he is. "even if you somehow make it here within the hour and we catch the next one, the lines will probably be too long. wouldn't be worth it." oh, this sucks. he's the one who got you all excited about a first-come, first-serve festival a few hours away, and he didn't deliver. "let's get breakfast and come up with a new plan then. we can't go there, but we have all day to do whatever you want."

SOONYOUNG: his ambition, an attractive trait on its own, comes with the tendency to over-estimate his capabilities. for example: when he got drunk during lee youngji's show and immediately headed to practice after. at the time, you watched the video of his tipsy dancing with an amused smile. his work ethic was admirable...and kind of funny in a way. now? you don't think it's very funny at all. you tap your foot as you stare at your text thread, where two hours ago he said that work was wrapping up and that he had time to freshen up before coming to your date. well, he's late. right when you were about to text him for an update, he calls you. "hey!" there's a muffled crash and a mumbled swear before his voice is back. "I'm so, so sorry. the shoot ended, but they asked for a short interview and I thought we had time. and we did! but I think I fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm and—" he huffs, zipping something up. "I can make it there in twenty minutes!" you check the time, frowning. "with traffic, it's probably closer to half an hour. why don't we re-schedule, soonyoung? I'll just go home." "no, but you cleared your schedule for today! why don't we meet up somewhere halfway, hm? I want to see you at least."

WONWOO: he's a runner (he's a track star), and he uses those long legs to book it down the street, trying his best to ignore the judgmental glances of passing strangers. faintly, he can make out your figure in front of the restaurant, your phone in hand as you scroll. when he skids to a stop in front of you, you don't look impressed, but that's better than looking angry, he supposes. he doubles over with his hands on his knees, taking gasping breaths and spitting out excuses for his lateness. the only thing you say in return is, "they gave up our dinner reservation," which makes his heart sink because you made the reservation months ago. with how popular it is, he had to bring out the celebrity card, and even then, he barely got on the list. "do you want to try the place across the street?" he offers his hand and a weak smile that you only glance at. "and spend the entire time knowing that we could've been over here instead? no, thanks." you show him your screen. "let's go here." it's closer to the apartment, thus in the direction he just came from, but he'd take driving back over you giving him the cold shoulder all night.

JIHOON: "you stood me up," you say when he finally picks up the phone. and then you laugh and tell him that it's not a big deal—it's just a maplestory date, after all—but he hears the disappointment in your voice and he knows that it was more than simply meeting up in a silly video game. it was about making time for each other for the first time in forever, about being on call for as long as you can, about laughing as you watch him fall off the platform for the nth time in a row. it was about the fact that he made a promise and broke it for such a stupid reason. he looks at the time. "when are you planning to sleep?" he asks, already opening the game launcher and sliding on his headphones. "I don't have anything tomorrow. why?" he hums. "let's go farm those rare items you wanted." it must've been the right thing to say because you gasp, "really? it's going to be such a waste of time, though...are you sure?" of course he's sure. being with you, regardless of what you're doing, is rarely a waste of time. plus you were venting the other day about how no one wanted to help you farm. "load up. I'm waiting."

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Last part of my acoustic review!

First Previous

(Ik @lizaluvsthis pointed this out but I still wanted to talk about this scene as well)

When Smg3 hides Mario inside his hat for almost a good minute, Mario jumps out of there claiming that Smg3 needs to use shampoo or in other words needs a good shower.

Now, if we look into the latest video from the SMG4 Crew, if you’re one of those people who looks closer into the background details to find lore or clues that can lead up to a possible plot in future episodes of the series, you can see that Smg4 has researched if Smg3 takes a shower (as if Google is going to know that ._.xD) because he also has noticed that 3 stinks to the point that is kinda unbearable to be near him and even calling him out on it.

During the writing of this, I was talking to my partner and pointing out that Smg3 hasn’t taken a shower in days if not weeks, which I didn’t expect to have the same idea as him about the reason that he hasn’t taken a shower could be because maybe the guy is depressed since having depression can lead to not care about your hygiene that much or even yourself.

Which I’m going say that its probably going to get worse but who knows, maybe after this episode Smg3 will open up more but trust takes a long time to build up and specially when you lived almost your entire life alone, with no one to trust or cry to. Being in someone else’s shadow and everyone just viewing you as just the bad guy and never looking underneath that evil persona that you built up over the years.

But moving on, after Mario complains about Smg3’s odor. Getting poisoned, carried has a football, kidnapped and pulled like a rag doll…

Some may think that Smg4 still sees Smg3 as someone selfish and all but here’s the thing…

How was he supposed to know that Smg3 wasn’t feeling alright, if 3 isn’t letting his feelings out and just bottling himself to the point he snaps to Smg4 and tells him how he feels. How he’s been viewing himself as. Not caring anymore if Smg4 judges him or makes fun of him for being vulnerable, just like it happened when they wrecked his studio.

He even sounded like he was about to breakdown in front of Mario and Smg4, definitely a lot of emotion right there. To which I’ll say that James really did a good job with the voice acting👌

Now that Smg4 knows how 3’s been feeling, he does what a friend does and he well said it at the beginning of the episode

He lets Smg3 have the USB that was going to make 4’s channel popular, so 3’s café can be popular instead because he knows how much it matters to Smg3. He knows that this is going to give 3 that love and fame he’s been wanting for years.

If you guys remember that Sun and Moon example I did on the first part of this long ass review.

If I well said that the moon (Smg3) can’t shine that bright because is just a floating rock, it doesn’t mean the moon can’t receive help from the sun (Smg4) to shine a little bit by sharing some of that light. So, that’s what happened here.

(I expected a hug but I still like the fist bump 🤲✨)

After a beautiful and sentimental moment between these goobers, they see a light that at first they thought it was a sunrise but of course, they forgot that the dump was having a daily clean up that same night and like any normal human being, they would freak out and try to escape the place before getting blown to ashes.

Smg3 blames Mario for running away and Mario tells him that if only they knew how to BLJ, they wouldn’t have taken that long to find him. That’s when Smg4 has an idea to get them out of there, telling Mario to BLJ for their lives.

Eventually they get out of there and land on 3’s CnB. Smg3 grabs the video and starts to upload it to endorse his café buuut the plot twist is that the video with “Michael Jordan” didn’t have “Michael Jordan” and instead had a snail with name of “Mikel Jorden” endorsing the café.

Here’s where I question if Smg4 really know’s how to read? Like I get it, people can misread and it isn’t crime at all but man, there’s no way you didn’t catch the differences between “Michael Jordan” and “Mikel Jorden” ._.xD

Anyways, Smg3 was about to hand 4’s ass to him, after realizing he went through all that trouble for nothing and Smg4 wasn’t going to do anything about it since he would’ve probably done the same thing in 3’s place.

Though, someone enters the place, to which 3 & 4 turn around to see who entered the establishment and realized it was no other than Mikel Jorden and a bunch of more snails entering the place, causing the place to temporarily close down due to snail infestation.

AND THAT’S IT!!!!

My final thoughts of this episode:

Without a doubt one of my favorites. James really did a great job with the voice acting in this episode.

He’s done a great job with Smg3 over the course of the series but this episode he really sent it with the emotion 👍

The jokes landed nicely, making me laugh more than once of course.

And finally, the plot was really good. I like that we get to dive into Smg3’s character and see what’s going on with him a little more. I wonder what other things the next episodes will have in store to discover ;)

With that said, that’s it from me.

Thanks for reading this attempt of a review I did and sorry for taking long to finish this part but I kind of procrastinated this and not to mention I had other stuff going on. If ya’ll find grammar errors, misspellings, or some misplaced arguments or thoughts, that’s because I’m no good writer nor reviewer.

Though, I wanted to give it a try since I’ve been a fan of reading and watching this kind of stuff and I’ve seen a lot of people sharing their opinions and povs about Smg4 episodes, which gave me the courage to give this a try.

Will I do this again? Idk, maybe if I get the courage to try this again but let’s see what happens ;)

Welp that’s it (frs this time xd)

Have a goodnight guys *passes out*

#tired #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #smg4 review #ascends in peace

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Wrong On The Money (53)

part 53 of 55 | 1929 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Robin hadn’t planned on ambushing Eddie. She’d actually been trying not to think about him much, because the whole bullshit blackmail situation made her fly-off-the-handle mad and it was . . . complicated.

I sincerely hope this lives up to all the antici......pation. 🙏

53.

Robin lands on the edge of Eddie’s hospital bed while Steve is off signing his own discharge papers, jostling him enough that he chokes out a curse. “Sorry, but it’s time for your crash course in Steve-sitting.”

Eddie chokes on nothing, going a bright red that pulling his hair across his face does nothing to hide. (Not that it would fool her. She’d picked up on the way Eddie always looked at Steve even before he’d come out to her, it’s so obvious. Nothing’s going to happen her ass.) “In what?!”

She considers her own phrasing, and makes a face. “Don't make it weird, Munson, that’s my platonic soulmate you’re thinking about. If Steve's moving in with you, then you need to know how to take care of him. You know he gets migraines, right?”

The blank look he gives her says it all, but his mouth also asks, “What are migraines?”

Well. She knows Eddie isn’t dumb, but she can’t say he didn’t come by three attempts at senior year honestly. With a sigh, Robin tugs the radio from her belt and holds it up to her mouth, pressing the talk button. “This is Burt Ward to O-Bun-Wan Kenobi, come in O-Bun-Wan.”

“Stop calling me that,” Dustin replies after a short pause. “Over.”

“Sorry kiddo, you know it was Applejack’s turn to pick the call signs. I’m going to need you to keep Farrah Fawcett occupied for a little bit longer than expected, Van Fail-en needs a serious lesson in hair care management.”

There’s another pause, while Eddie twists his rings on his fingers and visibly mouths Van Fail-en and hair care?? to himself, then Dustin’s insistent, “You forgot to say over!”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Whatever, just give me five more minutes. Over and out.”

“Burt Ward?” Eddie asks, squinting at her as she returns the radio to its place on her hip.

“He played Robin in the Batman movie.” She shrugs. “Erica let me pick mine. Now!” And she claps her hands together, all business. Time to school this nerd in basic dingus maintenance—because while she’s happy to do it, Eddie will be right there if Steve needs help. After what they've all been through together, Robin has faith that Eddie can do the job, even while still on bed rest. “We don’t have a lot of time, so let’s get started. A migraine is like a mega-headache. If Steve starts showing any of the following symptoms, you need to try to get him someone dark and quiet as soon as possible. . . .”

So, yeah, trying not to think about it, because up until now she’d considered Eddie a friend and the reasons for that are all, technically, still here. Plus, she’s been busy with community college—a compromise between continuing her education as planned, that sliver of fear that things with the Upside Down might start up again, and a steadfast refusal to leave her best friend behind.

And Steve is. . . . Well, she hasn’t seen him so happy in a long time, and never quite like this. Every time he brings Eddie up in conversation (which, like, she can tell he’s kind of walking on eggshells about, but it still happens) he does this thing. This little glance her way after as if to check, and as long as she keeps her expression at neutral he brightens up hopefully by a factor of ten. (Except for when she’d biked up to Family Video this morning and he’d looked so much like shit that she’d tried to talk him into accepting a ride home from someone else. Unsuccessfully, of course, the stubborn dingus.)

In contrast, now, she’s never seen Eddie this subdued. At school he had been the guy who walked on cafeteria tables, stepping around lunches unless they’d belonged to known bullies. In the Upside Down he had climbed a rock before any of them had a chance to warn him about the hive mind vines, and hopscotched his way back down an like over-caffeinated mountain goat. Even still in shock over Chrissy Cunningham’s gruesome death, he’d twitched and flinched at every noise, alternating between gnawing on his lips and on his fingernails.

There’s no fight in him as he bypasses the break room table to slump onto the saggy couch, immediately sliding into the weird sinkhole in the middle that no one can ever get out of in one try. “Look,” he says heavily, staring down at his hands and not so much as fiddling with his rings, “I know you’re pissed at me—”

“You’re damn right I’m pissed,” Robin bursts out, stomping her foot as she thinks about it. “How could you, Eddie? How could you do that when you, of all people, know what it’s like in this town?” She crosses her arms tighter across her chest and glares. “The only reason I haven’t borrowed Steve’s car to run you over with is because you threatened to tell me and not his parents!”

Eddie’s head snaps up at that, and to his credit he looks anguished. “I would never do that.”

“You got close,” she spits. That’s the thing that Steve doesn’t understand; to him, it’s fine because Eddie’s threat hadn’t really been much of one, but Eddie hadn’t known that then.

If Robin hadn’t been Robin, if it had been some other girl that Eddie mistook for Steve’s girlfriend, that girl could have told Steve's parents. She could have told everyone.

“I know.” Also to his credit, he manages to maintain eye contact, although it looks like it’s costing him a lot. He looks like he’s sinking into himself, hands drifting up to his hair and digging his fingers in as if trying to keep his head from imploding. Or maybe trying to pull it apart. “I know I did. I knew I was crossing a fucking line, alright? But I thought. . . . It’s not an excuse, but I thought it was just going to come out of his dad’s pocket and no one would care.”

That’s not good enough, she thinks, because it does sound like an excuse. But she’d expected him to fall back on saying that he’d thought Steve was still an asshole, like people couldn't change. That the Freak hadn’t given him the benefit of the doubt.

Because Robin hadn't, when she'd first started working with Steve back at Scoops Ahoy. Before she’d ended up tied back to back with the King of Hawkins High in a room with a drain in the floor and realized he was just some guy in a crazy situation, trying to do the right thing. The brave thing. Trying to Indiana Jones his way out of a goddamn mess, at a cost up to and almost including the loss of his own fingernails.

She was anticipating a sob story that Eddie had used to rationalize his actions in his own head, because Steve had told her how Eddie working a part time job and an illegal side job and still trying to stay awake in school had barely enough for two people’s food and rent on his own. And, okay, loathe as she is to admit it, she gets the Wayne part of it—the being so scared you might lose someone that you’re willing to fight God to keep that from happening.

(“A code, a code, there was a code!”)

But Eddie’s not saying any of that. Maybe (probably) he had thought those things at the time, but he’s not defending himself at all now. Robin tries not to falter, because this was not okay, dammit, but it’s throwing her off. What else had she wanted to say?

Oh, right.

She jabs an accusatory finger in Eddie’s direction, trying to summon extra venom into her weakening glare. “You took advantage of his hero complex!”

He shrugs listlessly, hands still in his hair. “Before March, I had no idea he had one. Are you trying to convince me that Steve’s too good for me and I’m a piece of shit? Believe me, Buckley, I’m well aware.”

“. . . Oooookay,” Robin says slowly, still frowning but with a little less glare. She can’t help it, he’d thrown her off! “As long as we agree on that.”

They stare at each other for a long moment. Finally, Eddie drops his hand back to his lap and leans back, fixing his eyes on the ceiling.

“I’m sorry I did it, alright? Every time I tell Steve that he says he’s not, because it means Wayne’s still around, and . . . I can’t argue with that part. But I’m still a piece of shit for how it happened, no matter how much he somehow thinks he’s the problem. Which I keep telling him he’s not, by the way, and I’m not going to stop. But. . . .” He pauses to scrub both hands over his face, dragging some of his hair in to cover it. “If you want me to make myself scarce when you’re around, say the word. I don’t have to go to the Party barbecues or whatever. But I’m not dropping Steve until he wants me to go, okay? I know how things went down with Nancy and I can’t do that to him after the shit I’ve already put him through.”

The words, Robin registers, are tense but firm. It sounds like a last stand speech straight out of a film—something where some cowboy knows he’s about to be gunned down but wants to say his piece first anyway.

What’s jarring is realizing that she’s the firing squad. Eddie is asking her if she wants to kick him out of the entire group, when she’d really only thought as far as kicking his ass.

His mention of Nancy is throwing her, too. Robin knows that Nancy had never really apologized for bullshit. Not the way Steve told her Eddie has, certainly not the way Eddie is doing now. . . . And Nancy is still a part of the group.

“Jesus,” Robin mutters. She drops into one of the folding chairs and rubs at her temples. “Consider yourself on probation, alright? Just don’t pull anything like this ever again and we’ll be fine.”

Eddie blinks at her. “Is . . . is that it?”

“I’m still mad at you,” she says. “But . . . yeah. For now. But you’d better not hurt him, or do anything like this ever again, do you hear me Munson? Because I swear to god, I will finish what the bats started.”

“I won’t,” he says, as serious as she’s ever heard him. And they’d gone to war against Vecna together.

“Alright, then get outta here,” Robin says. She hasn’t unclenched, but. . . . “Go take care of Steve.”

Because someone has to, and she’s stuck here finishing out his shift.

Eddie nods and scrambles up, all his manic energy suddenly back. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet as she flips the sign and unlocks the door to let him out, and beelines straight for his van the second he gets the chance.

As she watches him tear out of the parking lot, she does feel better about the whole thing—not by a lot, but some. Blackmail or not, Steve seems so happy whenever he talks about Eddie. Robin has never gotten to witness Steve Harrington in full-on relationship mode, and she has a feeling it’s going to be heartwarming, ridiculous, and sappy to the point of being gross.

She kind of can’t wait.

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #robin buckley #protective robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington #it was erica's turn to pick the code names

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"Tell Me" Part 2

Gekko x (Fem!)Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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Hi everyone! This is the second part of my first Gekko fanfic and my first fanfic posted on tumblr. I am very exciting that I have received good feedback so far, and I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story! I'm nervous and excited to post part 2 and 3! But I hope you enjoy:) Part 3 is up as well! Like last part, I used google translate for most of the Spanish that wasn’t just a few words so I apologize if anything gets lost in translation, I am not fluent. Words: 6.2K

TW: Character Death, Guns, angst, (kinda?) manipulation

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It had been about 3 weeks now since Mateo joined the Valorant Protocol. Before his arrival he had chosen his Codename. He wished he could have brainstormed it with you. You’re so creative and he knew that you would have helped him choose something perfect. After a lot of discarded ideas, he had landed on the Codename “Gekko” which he thought fit him pretty well, although it took him a second to get used to it. So far, he had been getting along with all of the other agents on the Protocol. He had become particularly close with Tala and Jamie, otherwise known as Neon, Reyna’s other protege, and Phoenix, due to them being the closest in age to him. Other than Reyna, Sage, and Brimstone they were the only ones who knew his real name, after he was quick to trust them. Some days after training he’d find time to commune with them in the shared kitchen. Bantering and talking about their home life.

His little crew definitely helped break the ice, Neon and another agent named Jett wasted no time in trying to recruit Wingman into helping them with their pranks against other fellow agents, mostly Yoru and occasionally Omen. On Mateo’s third day he managed to catch Wingman with a small butterfly knife comb in his hand, which belonged to the dimension walker. Obviously this did not make a great impression with the black and blue haired agent. On the other hand, Neon and Jett thought that added to the prank making it better. Though Mateo wasn’t sure if it was worth the risk being on Yoru’s list this early.

So far Mateo had kept his word to you, he worked insanely hard to make it to his scheduled video calls with you, and he had succeeded at almost everyone, only missing 2 or 3 by 15 minutes at most. It didn’t matter how stressed he was from all the information he was trying to learn about Omega Earth, or how tired he was from training, every time he saw your face on the other end of the screen he forgot about everything else in the world. Of course, your video calls didn’t compare to being there physically with you. He wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in your arms, your warmth against his. His crew had been getting more and more difficult to round up before the phone and video calls with you since the little creatures shared Mateo’s longing to be by your side. He felt bad hiding them from you and vice versa, because if he was feeling this way, he didn’t want to imagine how worse it was for Wingman, Dizzy, Mosh, and Thrash since they were forced to stay a secret and hidden from you.

Mateo always answered your calls with something exciting to talk about, whether he tried this new cafe near him, or some gossip about his new friends. You were able to swallow some of your jealousy, since you love to see him so excited and happy about the new things he was experiencing. So far you know he had met two friends, Tala and Jamie. He had sent you one or two selfies with them and you wanted to find something off about them, but you couldn’t from just a picture. They looked like nice, fun, and normal people, and you hoped to meet them too one day.

Your school had also started its semester and Mateo always asked how things were going with your classes. You were usually a straight A student, but the first week you found yourself drifting and getting distracted without Mateo there to ground you. It wasn’t something you couldn’t come back from, but it definitely wasn’t like you to forget various assignments. Although it wouldn’t be the same as it was before, Mateo suggested that you guys could have over the phone study sessions, and you were grateful for that. The only thing that was still bothering you is that every time you asked him when he would be coming home to visit, he would change the subject, hesitate, or say he was too overloaded with school. You tried to not be mad about his answers or overthink that he just didn't want to see you. But, you couldn’t grasp why he couldn’t just pick a weekend to come back to you. In your mind it was almost as if the school was holding him hostage.

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A group of 5 emerged from the training facility into the lobby. Raze wiped her brow while slinging a vandal over her shoulder, “Man KJ, you must be buffing these bots in between each session! I swear their reaction time is getting faster.” She said. KillJoy chuckled, putting her unused grenades into her locker, “I know! I’m so proud of them.” She said with glee, seeing how her AI has been adapting to learning, hopefully helping the agents continue to get the best training without it getting too repetitive. Raze chuckled while shaking her head. She thought it was cute how her partner was able to geek out about her creation nearly killing them all.

Mateo entered the lobby, giving a tiny fist bump to Wingman before digging into his pocket to retrieve some treats for his tiny critters after their hard work during training.

“Hey new kid!” Jett said, walking up to Mateo to get his attention, “Qué pasa, Jett?” He replied, handing a small piece of radivore food to Wingman before looking up to the white haired woman.

“You did great out there!” She exclaimed, giving him a firm pat on the back, nearly causing him to stumble out of surprise. “Oh! Gracias!” He responded, “but I gotta hand most of the credit to Wingman and Dizzy here, they’re the real MVPs of those rounds in there” he smiled. “Well, them and you definitely had us on the winning side in there. It’s good to have you on the team.” Jett looked over to Harbor who had just made his way out of the training arena, “Yo Harbor, you should be proud of your protege.” Jett said, watching as Mateo lifted Wingman up and placed him on his shoulder.

“Jett is correct, Harbor, Gekko” Sage added on as she made her appearance known after watching the team from the viewing area. “Gekko has indeed made a first impression, in no small part to your work with him. Great work, both of you and all of you.” Sage said, commending the training session with Raze, Kill Joy, Gekko, Harbor, and Jett. “You are dismissed or you may stay and watch the next sessions from the viewing area.” She continued.

Harbor thanked Sage for the praise before turning to Mateo who was packing up his locker to be dismissed, “Gekko, I’d like you to stay and watch the next few training sessions. I’ll stay with you and we can discuss certain strategies while watching.” He said.

Mateo had a sense of urgency flash in his eyes. “Coach, I’m sorry but I really can’t stay” he said. Harbor crossed his arms, “what, do you have something else planned?” He asked. Mateo took a breath, before looking down at the ground, “Sí”, He said.

“Well, you’ll just have to miss it.”

“Por favor Coach! I really can’t miss this. I made a promise.” Mateo said, slight desperation in his voice. An accompanying gargle emerged from Wingman as he also tried to communicate the urgency in Mateo’s request.

“Gekko, you need to get all the training you can, I know you’re young but we’re running out of time before your first mission, and you need to be fully prepared. I don’t know what can be more important than that.” Harbor responded, with a raise of an eyebrow. The mentor wasn’t mad, instead he was worried about the different responsibilities on the young man’s mind. Being distracted out on the field could mean life or death, and he wasn’t sure if Gekko had grasped that yet. He needed to make sure Gekko was here 100%.

“He wants to call his girlfriend” a voice said from behind.

Gekko and Harbor glanced behind them to find Yoru leaning on a wall near the entrance to the training lobby, using his comb, previously stolen by Wingman, to brush back his hair .

“I agree with Harbor, Gekko. As well as you did today, it couldn’t hurt to watch another team in action.” Sage added in.

Defeated, Mateo nodded. “Yes, Sage. Yes, Coach.” He would have to make up to you for missing your call. He had hoped the training sessions would be over before you went to bed. But, for now he had to think of an excuse.

Harbor and Sage left to the viewing area while the previous team continued putting their gear away as the second training team began to make their way in and get set up. Mateo shut his locker and grabbed his sash, beginning to walk away before Yoru spoke up.

“I give it another week, maybe a month max.” He said, twirling his knife.

Mateo paused and raised an eyebrow, “Give what a week?”

“Before your girlfriend breaks up with you” he shrugged.

“What are you talking about?” Mateo responded, a bit of a tension on his words. “If this is about your comb I already told you I-”

“It’s not about the comb.” Yoru said, his eyes fixated on the butterfly knife as it spun around his fingers. “A relationship won’t last here. At least not with an outside, and a non radiant at that. I’ve seen it before, it never works.”

Rolling his eyes, Mateo began to turn away “yeah whatever, thanks for the input, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wingman started to growl slightly, and Mateo reached his hand up to calm the yellow radivore.

“Leave him alone, Yoru! I think it’s cute.” Jett said, walking up to the two and giving Yoru a quick smack to the shoulder.

Yoru brushed off his shoulder where Jett hit him as If he was brushing away dirt, “I’m simply just letting him know so that he can prepare.” The man said before heading towards his locker to get his gear.

Mateo began to leave again and Jett caught up to him, “Hey! We haven’t really gotten to know each other yet, just your little buddies.” Jett said, reaching up and giving Wingman a little scratch that he nuzzled into. “How about I watch the next sessions with you and Harbor?” She asked.

He shrugged, “Sure. I guess”. He was distracted by Yoru’s words. The past few weeks everything with him had been lies on his end and it was starting to eat at him. Reyna had been on recon for a week so he had no one to talk to about how he was feeling. Of course, Reyna never agreed that he should lie to you. She knew it wasn’t fair, and he knew it too. But, the only other option was to end the relationship and that was just something that he couldn’t even imagine and he wanted to try everything he could to avoid that outcome. So, even if she was here, he most likely wouldn't get the advice he was looking for. Mateo just couldn’t get over the fact that he was hurting you, when he was supposed to be protecting you and it was weighing on his shoulders like a ton of concrete.

“Don’t let him get to you.” Jett’s words snapped Mateo out of his thoughts.

“I’m not.. I’m just- It’s hard and- I just- I don’t know.” Mateo stumbled over his words, sighing as the two entered the viewing area. “I’ll be fine”

Jett nodded, not wanting to pry too much into the new recruits personal problems. “Well, if you want to talk about it. There are a lot of people here who will listen.” She said.

Mateo smiled slightly, “Gracias, Jett. I’ll make note of that.”

The two entered the viewing area, Jett whispered to Mateo. Not wanting to interrupt Sage and Harbor who were currently discussing the strategy of the next team which consisted of Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Skye, and Omen. “Want to make this interesting?” She asked.

He raised an eyebrow, “Interesante? How so?” He replied curiously.

“I bet you that Cypher gets knocked first and that Phoenix makes a fool of himself.” Jett smirked.

“You’re on.” Mateo replied, extending his hand for a binding handshake.

The two younger agents watched the training session as Harbor narrated to Mateo, mostly focusing on how Skye was utilizing her abilities as her and Mateo played the same role. He watched how the red headed Australian gained intel using her hawks to blind similar to Dizzy, and her tiger to scout for enemies and stun like Wingman..

After 10 minutes into the session, Mateo felt his phone start to buzz in his pocket, Wingman jumped down off Mateo’s shoulder and pulled the device out of Mateo’s pocket. His heart sank seeing your contact name and photo illuminating the screen. He sighed, staring at the call that was idling on his phone.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Jett whispered, as she looked over.

“Sí” Mateo responded, grabbing his phone from Wingman and putting it back in his pocket.

“She’s very pretty.”

“extremadamente” he smiled.

A few minutes later his phone buzzed again, and he repeated his motion of checking his phone to see your name and contact photo there once again. He frowned, it wasn’t like him to miss a call.

“Gekko, are you paying attention?” Harbor asked.

“What? Oh- Si Coach!” He said, glancing up and then down at his phone one last time.

“Oh there it is! Gekko look! You’ll miss it.” Jett said, excitement in her voice.

Mateo turned his phone off before looking up again, just in time to see Phoenix flash both Yoru and Cypher on accident while trying to enter onto the makeshift site for a retake. The dimension walker quickly teleported back to safety, groaning in frustration, leaving Phoenix and Cyper on the site. Omen quickly tried to place a smoke down, but Cypher was tagged 3 times by the robots guns, indicating that he was out for this round.

“Yes!!” Jett exclaimed. “Well done Phoenix, just how I figured it would play out!”

Sage and Harbor looked towards the girl, disappointment showing on Sage’s face.

“What I mean is… that was a bad move by Phoenix.”

Mateo rolled his eyes, chuckling as Jett tried to cover for herself.

Before Sage was able to reprimand Jett for praising her teammate’s failures for her own gain, Brimstone entered the viewing area, requesting an urgent audience with Sage in his office. Jett and Mateo shared a quick glance as Sage nodded, standing up before following Brimstone out, leaving the 3 agents to continue watching the training sessions.

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Laying on your stomach in bed, you squint your eyes at your phone. It was nearly an hour after he said he would call and your third attempt to reach Mateo didn’t go through at all. You weren’t stupid. Your first and second call went through perfectly fine, so you knew he turned his phone off. Grumbling, you toss the device to the other side of your bed, and rested your head on your arms. ‘Maybe his class ran late.’ You thought to yourself. You had been doing a lot recently to give Mateo the benefit of the doubt. With him being in a new place, you were very patient with him adjusting to a new schedule. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit frustrated with him missing your calls here and there. Maybe it was a bit selfish of you? He was living his own life. But, you knew this was just your way of trying to deal with the hurt of him not being here.

After spending some time clearing your head, you grabbed your phone and got up, making your way into the kitchen of your house to fix up a snack. Opening the fridge you stared at the contents for a few seconds before giving up and moving on to the pantry only to be met by a similar disappointment. “Dad! We don’t have anything to eat!!” You called out, waiting for a few seconds before a voice answered you yelling from upstairs, “What!? Yes we do! Make a sandwich or something, I’ll go shopping tomorrow.” You groaned, grabbing some bread from the pantry and various ingredients.

Your dad hurried into the kitchen, quickly grabbing a banana and pouring some coffee into a cup. “I’m running late, but remember I’m switching to the night shifts this week, your sister is out with some friends so you’ll be here at the house by yourself for a bit.” He said as he gathered his work supplies.

“I’m not a kid anymore dad. I’m 22, I think I can handle it.” You smirked.

Your dad chuckled, “well, since you’re not a kid. Maybe you can go to the store this week instead.”

You rolled your eyes while smiling. “Fineee” you dragged out your voice faking exhaustion. “I guess I can do that.”

You dad gave you a comforting squeeze on your shoulder as he began to leave the kitchen, “I appreciate you taking the time out of your ever-so-busy day to do that for me” He grinned. He headed towards the front door of your house. “Love you, text me if you need anything.” He called out behind him, leaving you alone in the now quiet house.

You finished constructing your sandwich and started to put everything away as well as wash your utensils before you sat down to eat. You looked up at the window above your sink, while you rinsed off a butter knife the darkness of the night causing your reflection to stare back at you. You froze when you thought you saw a figure dart past your kitchen entryway. Taking a deep breath you stared at the reflection, waiting to see if something else appeared.

When nothing else showed in the reflection, you set your dishes down quietly in the sink while trying to take calm and deep breaths. Turning around you slowly grabbed a kitchen knife out of the block sitting on the counter. Taking gentle steps you made your way down the hall towards your and your sisters bedrooms where you thought you saw the figure go, the knife clenched tightly in your grasp near your side. You passed your sister's room first, her door was wide open and you quickly turned on the lights. Your knuckles turning white as your grip tightens. Scanning the room, and looking under the bed, you didn't find anything. The room was empty, with only posters on the wall of your sisters favorite bands staring back at you.

Making your way to your room you took a deep breath before placing your hand on the door handle. Quickly, you swung open the door, stepping into your room and looking for any intruders. Seeing no one in your room you relaxed slightly, making your way over to your shared bathroom, you ripped the shower curtain open, revealing nothing more than the sparkling clean bathtub.

You placed the knife down, leaning on the counter of the bathroom as you stared into the mirror. “I’m losing my damn mind.” You said out loud, running your fingers through your hair. Your brain was playing tricks on you, that was the only reasonable explanation. Unless there was someone who could disappear into the shadows, there’s nowhere that anyone could have gone to hide if you truly saw someone. Still, the hair on the back of your neck was standing as you felt like you were being watched.

Your phone started ringing in your pocket, causing you to jump slightly. You pulled it out to see Mateo’s contact name and photo, bringing your anxiety down slightly. You answered the call and was met with his glimmering hazel eyes and bright smile, “Mi amor!! I’m lo siento mucho that I couldn’t take your calls and I missed our scheduled time. I had to stay late after class and my professor wanted to talk to me. I’m lo siento mucho. I will make it up to you I swear. Cruza mi corazón. We can-“

“It’s okay Mateo, I love you and I’m glad to see you” you said, cutting off his rambling. Your heart had finally slowed back to normal and your breaths had become less raggedy.

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Mateo asked, sensing that something was off.

You laughed, heading towards the kitchen to put your sandwich away as your appetite for the night had disappeared when your adrenaline rose. “Si, Teo. I’m just home alone and my eyes are playing tricks on me. I thought I saw something, but there’s nothing here”

Mateo raised an eyebrow, “well if you need anything. Call me, I can send someone to check up on you.” He said, a bit of worry in his words since he wasn’t there to protect you.

“I’m fine, Teo. I promise, but I’ll tell you right away if I hear or see anything unusual.” You said. “Gracias for worrying about me”

“Siempre. Always.” Mateo responded. “You’re one of the most important people in my life. Your safety will always be important to me, mi amor. Even if it's nothing, I still don’t want you to be scared. I would be on my way to you right now if I could”

You smiled, he always knew the right words to say. “Thank you, Mateo. And me to you, mi amor. But, I’m fine now” You said, as talking to him had seemed to calm your nerves.

You carried your phone back into your room and sat down at your desk. You propped Mateo up so that you could see him while you began to work on your homework, while Mateo talked about his day. As you opened up your laptop and began to navigate through your apps, your computer seemed to freeze up, a red screen flashing every few seconds with words appearing and disappearing too fast for you to read them. The screen flashed once more before everything returned to normal. “That’s strange…” you mumbled, wiggling your cursor.

“What’s strange?” Mateo asked.

You shook your head, “sorry I was talking to myself. My computer was freezing. But… it seems to be working fine now?”

“That is Strange.” Mateo responded. “But as long as it’s working, that’s good then? Right?”

You nodded, making sure everything opened properly, “yeah. Everything’s working. My essay is still here so nothing crashed.”

“Glad your work is still there.” Mateo smiled. His smile faltered when he looked over towards his window. “Hey, mi amor. I have to go.” He said.

You frowned, “so soon? Why? It’s only been a few minutes.”

He sighed, he didn’t want to leave. He was already concerned with what you had mentioned about possibly seeing something in the house. But, a message had popped up on his window ‘All agents to the strategy room immediately.’ “I know. Trust me I don’t want to go. But I have too, I’m needed.” He said.

“But why? Who needs you?” You protested. You wanted to talk to him for a bit longer, even if just for a few minutes.

“The people in my dorm... It’s a community meeting and I need to be there.”

“Bullshit, Mateo. Mierda! Why would you have a community meeting this late? It’s almost 10 pm. And I need you here…”

He looked down at the screen trying to think of what to say, “i know (y/n). I’ll be-”

You cut him off, “I've been really patient Mateo Armendáriz De la Fuente but, something about you school isn’t adding up, and it’s not fair. I think you’re lying to me and I hate thinking that way. Just tell me what’s going on! Please!”

Mateo’s eyes widened in hurt after hearing the harshness of you calling him his first name. He sighed, trying to find a way to explain himself “(y/n), por favor. I promise you, everything is true. I know it’s weird and I’m trying to adjust to it too. Te amo, but I have to go. If its not too late, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He said, as he hung up.

You set your phone on your desk and pulled your knees up to your chest. Tears were welling up in your eyes as you tried to hold them in. You regretted what you said, you should have just let him go, but now the call you were looking forward to all day ended in a small fight. You had rarely fought with Mateo, and each one had been about something stupid, but this didn’t feel like the others. You hated this feeling. “Screw this damn school” you whispered, hugging your knees even tighter to your chest, you let the tears fall.

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Mateo sat on the edge his bed, trying to catch his breath before he left his room. So far all of these meetings and alerts have had terrible timing. He wiped his eyes with his arm. He couldn’t cry, not right now. Not before heading to this meeting where everyone would see the new recruit with bloodshot eyes. Leaning his elbows against his knees he rested his head in his hands. Seeing how much you were hurting struck Mateo in the heart like a knife. And worse, he doubled down on his lies.

Sensing his distress, Wingman appeared from his resting spot in the shash, walking up to Mateo and snuggling against his arm. He wiped his eye once more before patting Wingman on the head, “thanks buddy. I just hope that this all works out in the end. I’m worried that Yoru is right. But I don’t know how to fix this without putting anyone in danger” he said.

Before Wingman could answer, a few loud knocks rang out on Mateo’s door. “Gekko!! What are you doing!? We’re waiting for you, get your ass out here, dude.” Neons voice rang out. Mateo stood up, grabbing his sash and placing Wingman on his shoulder. He opened the door to greet Neon, “I was on my way.” He responded.

Neon smirked looking at Gekko’s expression, “whatever, lover boy. They said this was important. And everyone’s waiting for you, even Reyna is back.” She said, turning on her heel has to lead Mateo to the strategy room.

Mateo blinked in surprise, as Neon began to walk away. Reyna was called back from recon for a meeting? Not knowing what to expect he jogged slightly to catch up to the blue haired girl, “Yo Neon! Wait up!”

Neon and Mateo entered the strategy room together, closing the door behind them. Brimstone and Sage were standing at the front of the room, before a holographic wall with many screens. Everyone else was seated throughout the room. Mateo noticed two empty chairs next to Reyna and made his way over to her with Neon. He looked around and noticed the only person missing was Chamber, who he had only met briefly as the French gunman seems to have the most leeway in being able to leave frequently.

“Good. Everyone’s here.” Brimstone said. “Let’s begin.”

“First off we want to prepare everyone. Sometime ago Omega Earth has recruited a new agent who’s abilities we are not aware of.” Sage said. Shock rang out through various members in the crowd, and a quiet murmuring began. Even though Mateo was new, he was aware that a new agent so soon after his recruitment was very out of the ordinary.

“A new agent?” Harbor responded, “how can this be? We just recruited Gekko less than a month ago.”

“Discrepancies between our worlds seem to be increasing the more that Omega interferes.” Brimstone responded. “This just happens to be one of them.”

“The information we retrieved has no date on it as well.” Sage added, “We have no idea when this agent was recruited. We only know it was in the last few months.”

Brimstone nodded, “That is correct. On future missions, we need to keep our guard up more than ever with the possibility of facing this new agent head on.”

“Do we have no intel on this new agent or the abilities they could possess?” Viper added.

Sage shook her head, “we do not. Cypher was able to retrieve one file from the Omega database, but it has further encryptions than previous files we have managed to retrieve in the past. Until Cypher is able to unencrypt the file, we know nothing other than that their placeholder name is Lux.”

The murmuring continued as everyone theorized what the new agent was capable of and when we would see their counterpart on our team.

Brimstone coughed to get everyone’s attention, “moving on to the next order of business…” he said, flipping through some files. “During the same data retrieval, we discovered intel that Omega is planning a raid on Thimphu, Bhutan; Codename: Haven. The team for defending against this raid will be Reyna, Jett, kill Joy, Omen, and Gekko.”

Mateo perked up at his name. This would be his first mission, the moments he had been training for had been leading up to this. “Alright! first mission!” Neon whispered, nudging Mateo with her elbow.

“Harbor will prepare you on the makeup and general knowledge of the area beforehand. The raid was scheduled for a week from now, but we will be on the lookout for more information. Use this time to prepare. With that you are dismissed” Brimstone finished, closing his file.

Everyone started to stand up and Mateo turned to Reyna wanting to catch up and possibly get her advice on the problem he was currently facing., “mi Reyna-“ he started, but was interrupted by Sage “Reyna, can Brimstone and I speak with you to discuss recent findings?” She asked.

Reyna looked at Mateo, “my apologies, Cariño. We will speak soon.” She said with a smile, excusing herself as she walked up to Sage and Brimstone who were looking at a holographic map on the table before them.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving” Neon said to Mateo in a voice that seemed like she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Mateo nodded, following the blue haired girl to the kitchen.

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“How many have you recorded?” Reyna asked Brimstone and Sage as she looked at the map after they were the last three alone in the strategy room..

“Just two.” Sage responded, “one was a few weeks before Gekko was recruited. And the other was just today. But both alerts of Omega agent teleportation have pinged right outside Los Angeles city limits.”

“I see. Do you think they are looking for him? Or do they know he is with us now?” Reyna asked.

“Unknown on if it's about Gekko of the general area. But if they have plans for Los Angeles, we need to find out as soon as possible. Between now and the Haven mission, you are in charge of organizing a small recon force to see if you can find anything.” Brimstone responded.

Reyna nodded, taking her orders.

“Also, Reyna, Do not tell Gekko. I do not think it would be in his best interest to be a part of this recon.” Sage added, “with this being so close to his home, we do not want to add on to any stress he might be facing as he adjusts to his life here and prepares for the mission at hand”

“I agree, Sage. That is for the best. One less thing to draw his mind back home.” Reyna said.

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It all happened so fast.

Mateo was left to hold C on Haven with Reyna and KillJoy on A, Omen holding Garage, and Jett on top of Boxes on B. He remembered being nervous on and before the helicopter ride to Bhutan. Harbor had given him a pep talk before they packed up to leave, but it only helped him calm his nerves slightly. Jett had given him some words of encouragement too, telling him how she felt like she almost screwed up her entire first mission. He knew she was trying to help but it only made him feel worse.

“There’s 3 pushing A site. Hold your positions until told otherwise.” Reyna spoke over the earpieces.

Mateo stood backside, aiming a vandal down C long as he took partial cover behind boxes, Wingman and Dizzy at his ready.

“Omega Skye is downed!” Killjoy reported, gunshots heard in the distance signified that the fight was not over.

Jett came in over the coms, “I saw Omega Phoenix peak mid window, and I heard footsteps in mid!”

“Gekko, Omen, rotate to B with Jett” Reyna instructed.

“I’m on my way” Mateo spoke into his earpiece, gathering up Wingman and Dizzy as he made his way towards the site, while Omen made his way through garage doors to mid, smoking mid window.

“My turret’s down and I’m hit!” Killjoy grunted through her mic.

“KillJoy stay in cover.” Reyna demanded, a few gunshots could be heard over the coms, “Omega Sova is buried. Seems like I’m the hunter now” She sneered. With Sova now down this left one alive on A, Phoenix near Mid, and another unknown agent last heard near mid.

As the Omega Phoenix made it to site he sent out his flash, successfully blinding Mateo and Jett. Mateo ducked behind boxes for cover, and Jett jumped down, avoiding the gunshots. Omen was able to sneak up behind the Omega Phoenix and fire two shots at him, sending the counterpart to spin around and return fire. Omen grunted as he was grazed, before teleporting to a new line of sight. While Phoenix was still turned this allowed both Mateo and Jett to peak mid, Jett taking the final shot at Phoenix, sending him to the ground.

“Fireboy is down.” Jett said while staring at the body. Mateo had to look away. He knew it wasn’t ‘their Jamie’, and that they always came back, but he just couldn’t stop imagining the Jamie he knew lying there motionless on the grass.

Omen spoke up “That leaves 2 more, if they brought 5.”

“The noise at A has stopped, I believe it was a Harbor.” Reyna replied

“Nothing Mid” Jett said as she peaked through the area coming back to B.

Mateo held his position at B, looking towards the C connector. Just as he heard a Vandal click accompanied by a voice he knew all too well, “los siento, mi cariño”. Omega Reyna peaked from behind gong, where she must have snuck to when they were focused on Phoenix. Mateo turned around to aim but in one swift click from Reyna’s gun, the world began to move in slow motion. He heard Jett scream out for him, but he could have sworn she sounded like you. Within a blink of an eye his world was engulfed in darkness.

Through the darkness he heard crying, muffled crying in the distance. It was yours. The darkness began to lighten ever so suddenly, like a slow sunrise. He began walking towards the noise, the crying getting louder, and clearer the closer he got. He began to run, trees were materializing before him, grass was beginning to appear under his feet. The fog was clearing up, he ran faster. He finally made it to a clearing and he found you, but instead of being relieved he was met by sudden fear. You stood, back turned to him in a black dress. Falling to your knees you cried into your hands. Mateo called out to you, but you didn’t answer. He walked towards you and placed a hand on your shoulder, only to see it go right through. His heart started racing and his head felt heavy when he saw the writing of the tombstone you were kneeling in front of, “Mateo Armendáriz De la Fuente, beloved son” his heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest, though he reached up and couldn’t feel a heartbeat.

“Why did you lie to me, you made me believe you were safe. Why didn’t you trust me, why did you hide this from me?!” You yelled at the tombstone. Mateo took a few steps back, grabbing onto his head. Wingman, dizzy, and thrash were nowhere to be found, and he couldn’t sense them. This couldn’t be happening.

You stood up and turned to face Mateo, looking right at him, “why did you put me through all this pain, Mateo?”

Mateo shot up in his bed with a yell, cold sweat running down his forehead. He reached his hand up to his chest and felt his heart beating extremely fast, but at least he could feel it. He jumped as something touched him in the dark only to be relieved after sensing it was Wingman. “I’m alright, I’m alright” he breathed. He checked the clock on his phone. It was 4:30 AM, Tuesday. “Okay. It’s only Tuesday… the mission doesn’t even happen until tomorrow” he said to Wingman, still catching his breath. “It was just a Dream…a pesadilla”

Turning on his light, he scanned his room, making sure it truly had been a dream and nothing was out of place. He looked at Wingman, who was now accompanied by Dizzy and Thrash as they had also sensed his distress.

“I have to tell her. I have to tell her everything”, he said.

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