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beom9yus · 8 months

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dare - choi soobin x reader

: soobin x genderless reader

: oral-soobin receiving, cum eating?tasting? pretty much it

: 2k words - just simply wanted to write about sucking him off LOL

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stare at your friend who was laying down on the hospital room bed. He’s looking away with a cute bunny pout as you laugh in his face. “How did you-how did you manage to break both your wrists and parts of your fingers?” You start shaking as you bite your bottom lip, trying to hold back from laughing in his face. You feel your cheekbones plump up from smiling, not being strong or mature enough to have a serious face.

His hands that are in casts almost all the way up to his elbows, are currently on the side of his body, one hand being mostly free, casted from his lower palm downwards. Meanwhile the right was entirely sculpted in a cast. Sadly for Soobin, you couldn’t help but guffaw. It was too funny. He’s annoyed now, raising his upper body up to quietly yell at you. He furrows his brows as he tells you, “Stop. It’s not even that funny. Hyuka dared me to do a cartwheel and I made it to the part where my hands are on the ground, and my legs in the air… and I have no clue what happened next. I’m going to be double handless for who knows how long.”

“You’re literally the last person anyone should dare when it comes to doing anything physical. Over six feet and you’re bad at anything that has to do with using your body.” He rolls his eyes and tries to cross his arms as he realizes he can’t, not properly at least. He just responds with, “yeah yeah whatever.”

You think again about Soobin trying to do a cartwheel and you start to feel yourself cry from the amount of giggles and chortling, hands wrapped around your stomach. “Damn Binnie, how are you going to do anything now? You quite literally need both your hands for almost everything.” You wipe some of the tears that rolled down your face, “By the way, did the rest of the group come already? I haven’t checked my phone since I got your call…Wait, how did you even call me?”

Looking unamused, he replies, “I had Hyuka dial you for me for your information. And yeah, they came already, you’re the last one to get here.” He looks like he’s thinking and he raises his head, looking ahead, and his eyes widen, “holy shit you’re right, how am I gonna do anything. How am I going to-“ he stops mid sentence as his ears redden. You quickly catch on. “Dude, you’re nasty.”

“Shut up, you’re the one that’s thinking weird stuff. Also, I’m probably going to have to see if I’ll be excused for some assignments or something? I’ll have to figure it out.”

“Well I’m not doing your assignments for you.”

You guys continue bickering like children until you’re both finally quiet.

You hum as you finally calm down and sit next to him.

“Hey, when are they letting you go home?”

“Tomorrow. They have to do extra checkups or something, I don’t know.”

You nod as you finally ask him if he needs anything else and he tells you no, but it seems like he changed his mind. “Actually, can you change the channel for me? This is boring.”

A day goes by, and both you and Soobin enter your shared space, finally getting home after they let him go. Obviously unable to drive, you had to bring him home. “Okay Soobin, welcome home again, don’t try to do any fancy aerobics for a while okay?” He just sighs, rolling his eyes, “ha ha. You’re so funny.” You shoot him a quick evil smile as you sit down on the couch. He decides to sit next to you as you put on some random movie. Most of the week is normal, Soobin able to do some low level things with one hand, and asking for your help with what he can’t.

It was a quiet day when you entered the apartment. You put down the bags of groceries as you started heading towards Soobin’s room, asking if he wanted food. That’s when you hear him curse, “Shit, ow.” You thought he hurt his hand and needed something as you entered the room.

“Hey Soobin, you need help with somethin-“

You widen your eyes in shock as you see him sitting on his gaming chair, sweatpants around his thighs, as his almost cast free hand is on his member. You struggle as you slowly step back, trying to look anywhere but at him.

“Fuck I-I’m so sorry, I should’ve knocked. Let’s just forge-“

He doesn’t look that embarrassed, instead of hiding, he places his right arm over his face, voice shaking, “Y/n help me please. Please.”

You stop in your tracks as you try to process what he just said. “What?”

He turns his face away and you can see how red his ears and side of his cheeks are. Left hand still on his dick, he starts answering you with a quiet and quivering voice, “it’s-it’s been more than a week since I’ve gotten off and I just…I just can’t. It hurts to try because of this stupid fucking cast, it’s too high up on my palm so it hurts me, a-and it’s my left hand so it’s harder. Please y/n, I wouldn’t want to ask you something this humiliating, I just need to get off. If..if you’re uncomfortable I understand too, I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away.”

You kind of feel bad for the guy…

You deeply breathe in and out once, “Okay. I’ll help you. Only this once. I don’t want our friendship to get all weird, you’re important to me you know.” He lifts his head up as he looks at you, shaking his head quickly, “it won’t! It won’t, I promise! Please, just do something. Anything.”

You go up to him as he watches you, his heart racing fast. It’s not like he hadn’t dreamt or thought of this once or twice. Maybe a thousand times. It’s not my fault, he thinks, he just thinks you’re the cutest person ever, no big deal. You get on your knees as you remove his hand from his dick. You wondered how you should help him, not realizing you were staring at it. He flushed at the way you were seemingly staring so intently, feeling his dick twitch. He was glad his hands were restrained, or else he would’ve lifted you up and kissed you by now.

You hear Soobin whisper above you, “Y/n…”

“Oh. Sorry..um…” you quickly spit in your hand as you wrap your hand around him, unable to close the gap between your index finger and thumb. You see the way he gasps and slightly jumps from the feeling, liking the way your hand looks and feels on his dick. You stroke his dick shyly, unsure of what he even likes when it comes this kind of stuff. You guys were close, but never talked about anything this sexual before.

You look up at him nervously, and if Soobin was in some kind of cartoon, he’d probably be like those guys where you could see their hearts beat out of their chest. Your hands feel so soft on him, and he could tell the way you were apprehensive on what you wanted to do. Soobin trying to help, tells you, “harder, fuck, a little more, please.”

You do as he tells you, seeing him moan quietly as he rolls his head back a little, bunny lips slightly opened. Your eyes divert back to his length in your hands, seeing how pretty it was. It felt hot and heavy against your palm. As you continued to look, a thought appeared: you wanted it in your mouth. Your body shifts at the thought, suddenly feeling hot as you swivel your thumb around his head, letting his precum smear against it, and you drag what you can down to his base.

You look up to see Soobin with his head rolled back, breathing heavily, distracted from the way you were making him feel. You didn’t know, but Soobin was doing his best not to look at you too much or else he fears he might come too quick, wanting this to last.

You take this as an opportunity, and you bite your lips as your face gets closer towards his dick. Opening your mouth, you finally take in his head. You taste him, sensing how he feels against your tongue. He gasps loudly as he involuntarily and softly places his hands, or in this case, casts, on your hair, taken by surprise. He accidentally bucks up his hips, making the cutest face you’ve seen. You look up at him with big eyes, tip of his dick in your mouth.

Soobin swears he’s dreaming. He caresses your hair with his partly free hand as his breathing gets heavier, now panting at you slowly taking him into your soft, wet mouth more. His hair’s on his forehead, almost covering his eyes as he rolls them back, holding back from thrusting into the back of your mouth. He cries out at the feeling of you running your tongue on the underside of his dick, feeling his vein as your tongue moves against it. His abs flex due to his movements, his panting getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You like the heavy feeling of him on your tongue, and you start to focus on breathing through your nose more, taking almost all of him in your mouth. With your hands on his thighs, you start moving your head as you suck in your cheeks, wanting to see him break down. You suddenly hear and see him whimper, cute sounds flooding your ears, and it travels straight to your core. You see the way he closes his eyes, his eyebrows creasing close together, small scowl on his face from the pleasure, and the way he was building up a sweat just from getting sucked off. He looked good.

You relax the best you can as you try to take him in deeper. You feel his head hit the back of your throat as you slightly choke, eyes watering and throat closing down. He looks down at you as he moans loudly, seeing your eyes wet and teary, making them shine while looking up at him, watching, seeing if you’re making him feel good. Your hand lets go of one of his thighs as you jerk off the rest of what you can’t fit in your mouth.

You decide to try to deep throat him once more, taking him in all the way towards the back of your mouth, holding still once you feel his tip prod against the back of your soft tissue. Soobin moans and whimpers at the feeling of your throat constricting his dick, and tries his best not to lift his hips up, no matter how bad he wants to. “Ah shit, y/n…y/n feels too good, not-not gonna last like this.”

You ignore him as you hear his sounds, whines spilling from his pretty pink lips as you continue to deep throat him. You moan at how needy you were starting to get, and Soobin almost cums, holding back like he has been this entire time because there’s no way he wants it to end any time soon. He looks down at you again, and sees how you’re drooling now, eyes, cheeks and nose red, your eyes big and watery, your lashes stuck together from the wetness. You go as deep as you can, choking around him as your nose almost touches his pelvis.

This was the last straw for Soobin as he lets out a final moan and whine of your name as you remove yourself from him and feel his hot seed hit your face. You hear him continue to pathetically whimper as Soobin’s body is still tensing as he continues to come a lot, hot ropes of cum landing on your tongue as you stick it out, wanting to taste every part of him.

Maybe his body wasn’t bad at everything, you’d have to find out.

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lesgetittkookie · 11 months

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redamancy - jjk (part iii)

⤖ genre: fluff, future smut, angst, gardener!jeongguk x rich!reader, okay but jeongguk isn't really a gardener like that but you'll see, kinda slow burn but not really

⤖ pairing: jeongguk x female reader

⤖ rating: 18+

⤖word count: approx. 14.1 k words

⤖ chapter warnings: explicit language, angst

summary: jeongguk is just a normal dude with a simple routine. wake up, go to the gym, work his job as a waiter at this posh upscale restaurant in the heart of gangnam before coming home to a night full of video games and ramen (it's delicious and cheap). that routine gets disrupted when he accidentally taps the back of an expensive sports car of one of the richest men in south korea. considering he's broke, he couldn't afford to pay for the damages so the man makes a deal with him by offering him to work at his house as one of the gardeners. jeongguk takes it but wasn't prepared to meet this beautiful young woman who's constantly lounging by the pool, you, the rich man's daughter.

author's note: hi hi hi pls don't kill me yall. i know it's been MONTHS since i last posted. there were many life changing events that occurred in my life and it really held me back from ever completing part 3. i had half of it written in august but it was left abandoned for a while because of my college semester. i also lost motivation to write for so long too. im gonna be honest, i hate this chapter. no matter what i wrote, i was not happy with it at all and im still not. but i didn't wanna keep you guys waiting. the only thing i ask from you is that if you can really give me feedback and thoughts on the chapter, it would be really helpful. seeing you guys enjoy it keeps me motivated to continue writing, the more motivated i am, the sooner i can post future parts. im on summer break so i would really like to finish this story if possible. pls don't be a silent reader. i hope you guys like this chapter. xx M.

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“You’re going to what?” Jeongguk asks, almost dropping the garden snippers on his foot.

Dohyun jumps a little at the older man’s loud voice, almost dropping the flower bouquet. He dusts off his white button-up, fixing the collar.

“I’m going to ask Y/N on a date,” He reiterates proudly. “I got her these chocolates from that fancy chocolate store,” He holds up the white box wrapped in a baby pink bow. “And some roses from my aunt’s flower shop.” His other hand props up the bouquet, plastic rustling when he shakes it.

No way. There’s no way he’s actually going to ask you. Not when you literally just said last night that you don’t have any form of feelings for Dohyun. But you also did mention that you wouldn’t have the heart to turn him down, not wanting to see him hurt.

God, why did you have to be so nice? Are you actually going to accept the date when Dohyun asks you?

He looks at Dohyun who seems to be in a daze, probably daydreaming about you and him together. He shivers at the thought of you kissing Dohyun on the corner of his mouth as you did with Jeongguk last night.

Gross.

There’s no way you’re going on that date with Dohyun. Not when you’ve made it clear that you’re interested in Jeongguk. If that kiss didn’t mean anything last night, he’d be quite upset.

“Uh…I don’t know if that’s…a good idea,” Jeongguk replies, voice honeyed. He’d be damned if he lets Dohyun ask you out first.

The excited smile begins to fade, forming a firm line. He looks at Jeongguk in confusion, “Why?” He asks.

Fuck, what can he say? There’s no excuse coming to mind.

“Listen, dude,” Jeongguk walks up to Dohyun, putting his arm around the younger man’s shoulder. “Girls like Y/N, they’re not interested in guys like us.”

Is he gonna go to hell for lying like this?

“Guys like…us?” Dohyun questions, looking up at Jeongguk with a clueless pout.

Jeongguk nods, pretending to look sullen, “Yeah, I mean look at us, we’re just a bunch of commoners,” Something you’ve made very apparent that you don’t care about. “Y/N’s family…they’re rich. She’s probably into guys who own sports cars and Rolex watches.” Lies. You’ve mentioned how you couldn’t stand materialistic guys.

“So what you’re saying is…” Dohyun stares at the grass thoughtfully, “That I need to have nice and expensive things.” Jeongguk nods in response.

Yeah, he’s definitely going to hell.

“B-But I made reservations at that expensive French restaurant,” He tells Jeongguk, looking a little sad.

Lame. Going to a fancy wine-and-dine restaurant for a date would not impress you, he thinks. You already seem to be sick of your high-class lifestyle. The last thing you would want is to be sitting in a place surrounded by other rich folks.

If it were up to Jeongguk, he would’ve taken you to his favorite street vendor for some tteokbokki and then to the arcade to play games. He thinks you’d enjoy that more.

“It’s okay man. That wouldn’t have been enough,” Jeongguk shakes his head, putting a hand on the other’s shoulder in a comforting manner, “She probably would’ve ordered the most expensive wine on the menu.”

Dohyun’s bottom lip quivers and a look of despair etched onto his face. “I would’ve paid for it.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow, “You could afford that?”

Dohyun shrugs, “I made a deal with the manager to pay in installments.” Geez, he really had it all planned out.

“I don’t think she’s worth it, dude,” Jeongguk’s voice is laced with fake sorrow. He hopes you never find out that he’s saying this shit because he does not mean a single damn thing he just told Dohyun.

“I mean I guess you’re right,” Dohyun looks down at the flower bouquet with a dejected look on his face. “She’s just always been so nice to me so I thought there might’ve been something there.”

You are a nice person. So nice that it shook Jeongguk to the core. There wasn’t a single bad body in your body it seems. You would never have any ill intentions towards anyone. He’s witnessed it firsthand. You’re damn considerate of others that you were afraid of facing the day Dohyun confessed to you because you didn’t have it in you to turn him down and witness his heartbreak.

If anything, Jeongguk is doing both you and Dohyun a favor.

“I hear you, buddy,” Jeongguk clasps his hand against Dohyun’s back, making the younger man wince a little. “Guys like us never get the girl.”

Except for Jeongguk. He thinks he might have a chance.

Too arrogant?

“I guess I’ll just cancel the reservation,” Dohyun states in melancholy, and Jeongguk immediately nods.

Yes, cancel the reservation. Please. Cancel so Jeongguk can ask you out on a date instead.

“Well I’m going to go put this stuff back,” Jeongguk tells him, putting the tools away in the bucket. He’s also hoping to catch you sitting outside again. He wonders what swimsuit you’re wearing today.

“I’ll go with you,” Dohyun mumbles, walking alongside Jeongguk.

God dammit, never mind, he prays you’re not sitting outside.

The two men are heading towards the back along the concrete pathway, stopping in front of the shed. Jeongguk looks over at the sunbed where you’re usually sitting but fortunately, you’re not there. His shoulders relax at that and he lets out a sigh of relief. He can’t help but look over at Dohyun, only to see him already staring at the sunbed as well with a gloomy look on his face.

“Come on, help me put these tools where they need to go,” Jeongguk suggests in an attempt to distract the younger man. He’s not going to lie, he does feel a little guilty for lying like this to him.

Jeongguk is never the type to really feel guilty which is why his Jin Hyung calls him a dickhead sometimes. But right now, he can feel it just a tad bit.

Dohyun glances over at the sunbed one last time before hesitantly following Jeongguk inside, placing the bouquet and box of chocolates onto the wooden table. He takes out the tools one by one, placing them onto the hooks. Jeongguk just watches the other, noticing how his frown isn’t going away, eyebrows furrowed.

Once the tools are placed in their respective places, the two of them head back outside. Dohyun leaves first and Jeongguk follows behind only to bump into the other male’s back when he pauses in his footsteps. He clicks his tongue, looking up at Dohyun only to find him staring longingly at something a few feet away.

Oh god, please don’t let it be.

He turns his head and there you are, walking outside of the house in your swimming attire. There’s a book in your hand as per usual and it sounds like you’re humming to a certain tune, earbuds on.

Jeongguk finds himself panicking, ready to steer Dohyun away from the back but it’s too late.

“You know what, I’m still gonna tell her,” Dohyun says determinedly. “I’m still gonna ask her out on that date.” He’s got to be joking. “I’m gonna ask her out on that date and then tell her I’ve been in love with her since we were kids.” Before Jeongguk could respond, Dohyun is already striding over to you, chocolate and flowers in hand.

This is not going to end well.

It’s a beautiful day out, you think. The sky is a bright blue, the sun is out and shining high, the garden is looking colorful and vibrant with the newly planted flowers and there’s a nice breeze blowing through the air. You have a smile on your face as you think about all the things that happened yesterday.

The way Jeongguk kept making you laugh obnoxiously and smile like a fool. He’s unintentionally funny because he’s so honest and blunt. He wouldn’t even try hard to make you laugh, he would just say something casually and actually be serious about it when you think he’s joking. You hope that you can see him again outside of your house soon.

You haven’t seen him yet and you’re hoping he hasn’t left yet. At least not without saying bye to you. Not that he has to but it be nice if he did.

You’re listening to music when you walk outside of the house into the backyard, book in hand, ready to begin your reading for the day. You plan to read just for a little bit, drinking a glass of red wine while you wait for Jeongguk to come to the back.

Luckily, your mother isn’t home, having gone to her company’s building after finding out about some setbacks with the clothing material for her latest fashion line. You have no idea what it was exactly but she was definitely stressed out about it.

Plopping down onto the lounger, you open your book to the page you bookmarked before picking up your wine glass to take a sip. Before you can bring the glass up to your lips, you hear your name being called by a ringing voice.

You flinch, almost spilling the wine on your thigh, and look up to see Dohyun striding towards you, a look of determination on his face. In his hands, he’s holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

Oh god. You were afraid of when this day would come.

You set down the glass on the circular glass table beside you, closing the book as well. Mustering up your best (fake) smile, you greet him, “Hey,” You clear your throat, “Um you look nice.”

The compliment immediately brings a bashful smile to his face as he looks down at the ground before looking at you once again. “Thank you,” He responds.

“Mhm,” You clear your throat, awkwardly looking away.

God, you were nervous. You already told Jeongguk you were never prepared for the moment when Dohyun was going to ask you out. You always hoped for him to eventually lose feelings and let you go. However, here he is, standing in front of you dressed in nice clothes while holding a flower bouquet.

You felt like you were going to be sick.

“So I uh,” Dohyun lets out a deep breath. “I was wondering if you would,” No please no. “Sorry,” He shakes his head at himself. “I had a whole speech prepared but now I can’t seem to remember anything,” He tells you and a fake laugh escapes your lips.

If he can just get nervous and maybe back out…

“Iwaswonderingifyoudliketogoonadatewithme,” He says it so fast that you almost miss it but you knew exactly what he just asked you.

Your throat feels tight, eyes just staring at him in surprise. What do you say? How can you tell him no? Not when he’s staring at you with those hopeful eyes, hands clutching the bouquet and chocolates.

How can you go on a date with someone else when you have a crush on Jeongguk? A major crush. Though you don’t know him very well, you know enough to like him. A lot. But maybe he doesn’t like you. He’s still a mystery to you. He’s made it clear that he finds you attractive but what if to him this is just some sort of little game to him?

After all, he is only working here temporarily. He could just be trying to get into your pants and then disappear right after he gets what he wants. You don’t know. He genuinely seemed interested in having a conversation with you last night but at the same time, it could just be an act.

“Um Y/N?” Dohyun’s call of your name causes you to snap out of your doubtful thoughts and look up at him.

“Yes?” You say in surprise.

“Wait, that's a yes?” An excited smile grows on his face.

Oh fuck. That’s not what you meant. The smile on his face…how can you say no now?

Letting out a regretful sigh, you gather a fake smile on your face. “Yes,” You can’t believe you’re doing this. “I’ll go on a date with you.” With those words leaving your lips, your eyes immediately snap to Jeongguk who you didn’t realize was standing a few feet away from you both.

The look on his face causes your heart to drop into your stomach.

Did he just witness you say yes to the date?

Your eyes don’t look away from him, a guilty expression on your face as you stare at his now blank face. It went from surprise to blank in a matter of seconds, a way of showing you that he looks unbothered by what just happened.

Maybe he is unbothered by it.

If he isn’t, then he’s doing a great job at not showing it.

You didn’t mean to say yes. In fact, you were ready to say no. But with the excited look on his face, you don’t have it in you to take it away. You just have to come clean later. You can’t get this far.

Not when you know you can’t reciprocate your feelings for the man.

“I’m so glad you said yes!” His smile is vibrant and it looks like he can’t contain his excitement, bouncing on his tiptoes.

With a tight-lipped smile, you accept the bouquet of red roses he hands you along with the chocolates. Your eyes glance behind him again towards where Jeongguk is standing. He gives you a thumbs-up and a pursed-lip smile before heading towards the gate.

You open your mouth to say something but Dohyun speaks before any words can escape you, your attention turning back towards him again.

“So I can pick you up on Friday? How does 7 sound?” He asks you, voice sounding thrilled.

The more you hear him speak, the worse you feel. There’s no backing out of this now. Jeongguk left without saying anything which causes you to question how he might’ve felt. Maybe he did like you back. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.

Again, you don’t know.

The overwhelming feeling of all kinds of emotions fills you and you just wish to disappear but instead, you just give Dohyun another fake smile and say, “Sounds good.”

“Great!” He grins. “I’ll see you Friday!” He says before turning on his feet and leaving. You watch him walk towards the gate, no longer containing his excitement when you hear him whisper yes yes yes.

“Jeongguk! Wait up!” You hear Dohyun shout, eagerness, and enthusiasm loud in his tone.

You wince, looking towards the gate in hopes of catching a glimpse of Jeongguk but you fail to see him at all. He didn’t bother to come to the back and say. But you can probably understand why. You let out a sad sigh, holding up the bouquet of flowers in your hand and staring at them.

Just one date. You just have to get through this one date.

Friday evening

The feeling of dread swirls in your stomach as you stare into the mirror with your hair and face ready for the date you’re about to go on. You’re not looking forward to it at all. Ever since you woke up this morning, you thought about coming up with some sort of excuse to back out of the date. Maybe lie and say you have the stomach flu or something.

Then again, if you lie, you would just be postponing the date because you have a feeling he would reschedule it for another day. So you thought to yourself that it would be better to get it over with.

Your plan is to go on the date, eat and then tell him that you don’t have any feelings for him. You know that if you lead him on further, it will end with a more painful heartbreak for him.

You’re also bummed because, for the remainder of the week, you did not see Jeongguk at all. Even when you sat down at the pool all day, constantly looking over at the door in hopes of catching sight of him, he didn’t come towards the back.

Instead of Jeongguk coming to the shed to drop off the tools, it would either be some other gardener or sometimes even Dohyun who, of course, would wave at you excitedly and remind you about the time of your date on Friday.

You think he might be disappointed in you and doesn’t want to see you. Or maybe he backed off because he probably thinks you’re giving Dohyun a chance when you’re not.

You just fucked up by saying yes.

After telling Dohyun that you don’t have feelings for him, you’re determined to tell Jeongguk you like him when you see him on Monday. And if he doesn’t like you back?

Well then you’re just going to hide in your room in embarrassment until he finishes working his last few days at your estate

You’re wearing a black long-sleeved dress that has a square-shaped neckline and slightly ruffled sleeves. It reaches below your knees, a slit on the left side, revealing the skin up to your midthigh. You left your hair open in soft curls and your makeup is done minimally.

You’re putting on your dangly earring when you hear your phone vibrate on the vanity. The screen lights up with a text from Dohyun telling you he’s out front waiting for you. You exhale deeply, attempting to calm yourself down, feeling slightly sick in the stomach.

Just two hours. You just have to endure this date for two hours.

Fixing the loose strand of hair in your face, you look into the mirror one last time before grabbing your clutch and walking out of the bedroom and down the spiral steps. You nod your head at one of the maids on your way out, giving her a polite smile.

When you walk outside of your house, you see Dohyun waiting in front of the gate with another bouquet of flowers. He cleaned himself nicely, wearing a white button-up under a black blazer with matching pants. His hair is pushed back and he’s not wearing those glasses again.

With an elated grin, he gives you a bow which you return before grabbing the flowers he holds out and muttering a small ‘thanks’ in response.

He nods, seeming proud of himself before he holds out his hand which you hesitantly take. He walks you to his car, a red Toyota Corolla, opening the door for you politely.

Your mind can’t help but wonder when you went out with Jeongguk that night at the bar and he told you that chivalry was dead so he wouldn’t open the door for you. You can’t help but smile at the memory, shaking your head.

Once you’re sitting down in the car, bouquet in your lap along with your clutch, he gently closes the door before jogging towards the driver's side to sit down. His face is beaming when he starts the car again, the sound of a girl group song immediately playing on the Bluetooth loudly, causing you to wince at the volume.

He looks panicked, cheeks and ears red as he quickly turns down the volume dial on the knob and mumbles a shy ‘sorry. You give him a reassuring smile before looking out of the window.

The car begins moving, an awkward silence immediately filling the air since neither of you say a single word. Dohyun is the first to break it, clearing his throat before speaking.

“So how was your day?” He asks, attempting to make conversation.

You shrug, watching outside as he drives out of your neighborhood towards the city. “It was okay. Didn’t really do much.”

Other than hoping and praying for the date to be canceled one way or another.

He nods, tapping his index fingers against the steering wheel as he says, “Cool cool. I didn’t do much either.” You nod, listening. “Well actually, I started this new Korean drama. It’s about this guy who…”

He rambles about the drama, beginning from the first episode and providing you with details on how it all started, and for almost the majority of the car ride, he’s giving you a rundown on how each episode goes down one by one along with his personal opinions. You just nod and add in a few words to make yourself sound interested when really, all you wanted to do was open the car door and roll down the street.

Unable to help yourself, your mind drifts to the time you were with Jeongguk and how you two talked about the most random things. He would tell you crazy stories about the things he’s done with his friends, always having something ridiculous to say which would make you laugh a crazy amount.

Again, Jeongguk is blunt and careless about what he says and who he says it to. He never held back from telling you things that might sound absurd to others.

For this one time when he and his six other friends had a competition on who can eat the most gamja hot dogs at a carnival before they all went on one of those spinning rides and ended up vomiting while the ride was still going. The whole ride had to immediately shut down and people who were waiting in line were not happy and covered in their puke.

To make the night even worse, his friend Jin almost fought a little kid over the last alpaca plushie at one of the games and it resulted in them being kicked out of the carnival.

The whole time he had told you that story, he had a smile on his face at the memories and you remember being enraptured by how beautiful he looked with his bunny teeth on display, the small mole beneath his rose-colored lips visible; the hand gestures he’d make to animate the story.

You don’t realize you’re smiling again until Dohyun calls for your name, causing you to flinch in surprise.

“Yeah?” You ask, smile dropping and you look at him questioningly.

“I was um asking what you thought about it?” He wonders, glancing at you before looking back at the road.

Fuck, what did he ask about?

“I’m sorry,” You shake your head. “Can you repeat the question?” You look at him apologetically, mentally cursing at yourself for being distracted by Jeongguk again.

Dohyun clears his throat, “I was asking what your thoughts were on the show so far.”

Oh right, the show. The one you didn’t listen to a single thing about. God, you don’t know what to say.

Think, Y/N, think.

“It sounds…” You’re looking for the right word. “Like there’s a lot going on.” You slightly wince at that, hoping he doesn’t notice.

Dohyun looks a bit confused, pursing his lips in thought before saying, “Really? I don’t know. I honestly think it’s quite boring. There’s no good drama going on with the characters.” He says and you nod.

“Honestly you’re right,” You quickly add. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” You let out a fake chuckle. “It needs to be more dramatic.”

You have no fucking clue what you’re saying.

Seeming to be satisfied with the answer, he nods with a smile before moving on to a different topic.

For the rest of the car ride, you try really hard to give him your full attention when he talks, chipping in on things when appropriate up until you guys reach the restaurant. You let out a slightly annoyed sigh under your breath when the restaurant comes into view.

Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul.

The French restaurant your mother absolutely loves meanwhile you hate. The food is not bad but it’s not to your taste. You’re also not a fan of the environment, surrounded by all the posh and stuck-up rich people.

The restaurant has valet parking as well so when you guys pull up to the front, Dohyun quickly opens the door and runs to your side so he can open your own door for you, holding his hand out for you to take.

You try not to think about how Jeongguk would probably tell you to open the door yourself because he wouldn’t do it for you.

He hands his keys over to the valet before you both head inside, his hand holding yours. You try not to squirm when he tries to intertwine your fingers, letting out a breath to try and relax.

He opens the door for you, allowing you to go in first and you give him a thank you before walking inside first, internally grateful that your hands are no longer clasped together.

The aromatic smell of the food immediately hits your nose. The sound of chatter fills your ears along with the utensils hitting against the plates. The sight you see with your eyes is one you are used to. Wealthy people dressed to the nines in their extravagant dresses and suits, sipping on expensive wine.

“Good evening,” The hostess at the front greets with a practiced smile. “Reservation?”

Dohyun nods excitedly, “Dohyun at 7:30.” He tells her and she nods, looking at the screen before grabbing two menus from beside her and nudging her head towards the tables.

“Follow me please,” She says, Dohyun letting you go first before he follows behind you. You walk past other people, avoiding making eye contact with anyone you know.

This restaurant is where all of the affluent people go, friends of your family that your parents are close to. You wouldn’t be surprised if you saw any of them here though you’d much rather not which is why you just stare at the hostess’ back as she guides you both towards your table.

Dohyun pulls the chair back for you as soon as you reach the table before he sits himself down. The hostess places the menus down on the table before saying, “Your waiter should be here shortly.” And with that, she leaves.

“I’ve never been here before so I’m excited,” Dohyun says, flipping through the menu with stars in his eyes.

You shrug, pretending to look through the menu though not really because you already know what you’re going to choose. “I’ve been a few times,” You inform him.

“Oh,” He looks at you. “Do you like it?” He looks nervous when he waits for your response.

You give him a pursed-lip smile and say, “Yeah,” You lie. “I like it.”

He grins, seeming satisfied with the answer before looking at the menu again. You look down at your own menu again in order to distract yourself, waiting for him to decide what he wants to eat.

“Good evening, my name is Jeongguk and I’ll be your waiter this evening.” As soon as you hear that husky yet gentle voice, your head snaps up to the person and the menu drops onto the table out of surprise.

And there he is, standing in front of you wearing black slacks that accentuate his strong thighs while he wears a white button-up that hugs his chest. The sleeves are pulled up a bit, his inked arms slightly peaking out. His dark hair is pushed back to reveal his eyebrow piercing and strong brows, a single loose strand slightly falling forward on his forehead.

His large doe brown eyes meet yours, shock evident on his face as he stares right back at you.

“Holy shoot Jeongguk!” Dohyun sounds just as surprised as you look before a large smile overtakes his face.

Jeongguk had no fucking idea that this was the fancy wine and dine restaurant Dohyun was going to take you to for the date.

The whole week Dohyun wouldn’t shut up about it and he didn’t bother asking the younger man which restaurant it was. He wasn’t interested in knowing because quite frankly, he tried not to care.

To say that he was disappointed when you said yes to Dohyun would be an understatement. He knew you were too nice and didn’t want to hurt the guy but he really thought you’d muster up the courage to turn him down.

Instead, he watched you say yes and take the flowers and chocolates from Dohyun with that pretty smile on your face.

Now Jeongguk usually isn’t the type to get jealous. But that’s usually because there’s no one he’s really been interested in. Sure, he’s had a few girlfriends here and there but the relationships don’t last long enough because the girl either ends up batshit crazy or he just couldn’t return the same feelings.

But seeing Dohyun all excited and happy about taking you out on a date would just piss him off. He wanted to be the one to take you out. He thinks his plan would’ve been more solid and fun. Taking you out to the arcade before eating at his favorite fried chicken spot with beer.

Jeongguk can’t deny that he holds these strong feelings of infatuation towards you. You interest him because you’re different. Sure, it might sound like those typical cliche things but he’s speaking the truth. You’re intelligent, funny, and so fucking kind to others. Let’s not also forget how immensely beautiful you are.

Yeah, he’s got a gigantic crush on you.

Too bad he’s standing in front of you as your waiter and not as the date sitting across from you. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of you right now. Taking in your wide eyes and slightly ajar mouth, he tries not to act just as surprised by keeping a blank stare.

“Oh wow, didn’t expect to see you guys here,” Jeongguk says, voice flat and void of any emotion.

Before you can say anything, Dohyun says, “Jeongguk, I didn't know you worked here!” Jeongguk tries not to wince at Dohyun’s loud enthusiastic voice.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk clears his throat, giving his full attention to Dohyun so he doesn’t stare at you. “Usually the evening shifts now since you know…I work at the other place.” He informs him.

Dohyun nods, “Cool cool.” He looks across at you. “Isn’t it funny how Jeongguk is our waiter, Y/N?”

Jeongguk looks at you who’s just looking at Dohyun before glancing at him, “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” Your voice is shy of speaking and he thinks it's because of him. He holds eye contact with you, taking in the small pout on your glossy lips. There’s a certain emotion in your eye, almost looking apologetic but Jeongguk tries to brush it off.

“Anyways, what would you guys like to start off with? Something to drink maybe?” Jeongguk asks, pulling out a pen and his notepad.

Don’t fucking look at Y/N, Jeongguk.

Dohyun looks at you first with a questioning gaze, “Y/N?”

You clear your throat as you shut the menu, “I’ll just have water.” Jeongguk nods before looking at Dohyun.

“I’ll also have water,” The younger man smiles at Y/N.

Why the fuck is this guy always smiling? Jeongguk wonders.

And why the fuck are they both just ordering water? If Jeongguk were you, he’d be ordering the overpriced wines for the hell of it. Maybe just maybe…he can make this date a bit more entertaining for himself.

Jeongguk stands straighter and then looks at Dohyun, “Are you sure you guys don’t want to try the red wine? It’s Pinot Noir. A classic.”

Dohyun’s eyes widen for a second before they glance at you and then back to Jeongguk. Jeongguk looks at Dohyun and secretly winks, almost as a way of communicating to the younger man that this is going to impress you.

Jeongguk knows it won’t but he’s bored and sad. Sue him.

Dohyun nods rapidly and says, “We’ll have some of that as well.”

Before Jeongguk can say anything, you cut in by saying, “Are you sure about that? It’s quite expensive, Dohyun.” You’re looking at him in concern, pointing a manicured nail at the price of the wine on the menu.

Dohyun just shakes his head and tries to wave it off, “Don’t worry, Y/N. I can afford it. Order whatever you want.”

You purse your lips, not saying anything else. Your eyes shift to Jeongguk slightly squinting at him almost in suspicion but he just shrugs, turning around to walk away.

Is Jeongguk going to look like an asshole for trying to sabotage this date? Probably. Does he care? Not really. He’s trying to save your ass before Dohyun confesses to you. He needs to make sure that doesn’t happen otherwise you’re going to end up lying and telling the man that you like him back when Jeongguk knows damn well you don’t.

Though Jeongguk only really hung out with you once, he knows enough to say that you will feel extremely guilty for hurting someone else’s feelings. You’ve proven that just by going on this date with Dohyun regardless of the fact that you don’t hold any feelings for the guy. You just didn’t want to turn him down because you knew he’d be heartbroken.

Jeongguk is not going to let you accept Dohyun’s confession. Not when Jeongguk likes you and you like him. At least he thinks you like him because if that kiss on the corner of his mouth didn’t mean anything he doesn’t know what the fuck that meant.

Surely you weren’t leading him on. Or maybe that’s how you say goodbye to your friends?

Wait, but then again you don’t have friends.

This shit is going to give Jeongguk a headache. By the end of this date, if it doesn’t turn into a complete disaster, Jeongguk is going to stop being a pussy and say something. He doesn’t exactly know what yet. But something.

Pouring the wine into the fancy glasses, he puts them on a tray and brings them back out to the table. The first thing he sees when he heads towards your table is your smiling face looking directly at Dohyun.

Hell no.

“Here’s your water,” Jeongguk places down each glass one by one. “And your wine,” He carefully puts down yours, making direct eye contact with you as he does. He notices you gulp and he tries to hold back a smile. When he’s setting Dohyun’s glass on the table, his finger accidentally knocks over the glass, causing it to tip over onto the table and a little bit on Dohyun’s slacks.

Okay, that one wasn’t planned, Jeongguk swears.

Dohyun gasps out of surprise, standing up with his pants slightly soaked in the wine. Meanwhile, you’re just staring with your hand covering your mouth, eyes wide. Jeongguk quickly acts shocked as well.

“I am so sorry,” He picks up the white cloth napkin and attempts to dab it on Dohyun’s pants at the front. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know how that fell over.” He pretends to wince, facial expression feigning guilt.

Some of the people at the surrounding tables are watching, talking amongst themselves as they stare at what just happened. It’s like they’re expecting Dohyun to lash out at Jeongguk or something but instead, he says, “Hey it’s okay. It was an accident.” He grabs the cloth from the Jeongguk, patting the pants himself.

This guy is so damn nice, Jeongguk hates it. Why is he so damn nice?

“You sure you don’t want to go clean up?” Jeongguk hears you ask, watching the whole scene in concern.

“No no,” Dohyun shakes his head and waves off. “It’s alright. At least I’m wearing black pants so it’s not that noticeable.” He laughs and you just nod in response.

“I’ll get you another glass,” Jeongguk speaks, turning around to get him another glass. Once he returns with a new one, he carefully places it on the table.

“Alright, so did you guys decide what you want to eat?” Jeongguk clasps his hands together, looking between the two, gaze lingering on you.

Look away, Jeongguk. Look. Away.

“Hm, I’m having a hard time deciding actually,” Dohyun pouts, brows furrowed as he studies the menu. “Do you have any recommendations?”

Boy, Jeongguk sure does.

Clearing his throat, he slightly cranes his neck to look over at the menu and points at one item in particular, “I recommend this filet mignon. Everyone loves it.” And it’s fucking expensive as fuck.

Jeongguk hears you add to the conversation, “It’s almost 150,000 won…” You’re staring at him in ridicule, mouth parted and eyes wide.

If there’s anything Jeongguk has learned about you, it’s that you’re not dumb. In fact, you are very fucking intelligent and he’s pretty sure you can see right through his actions. But for some reason, that doesn’t stop Jeongguk. Maybe he wants to have a bit of fun with this. In his defense, he’s trying to help you.

“Don’t worry about the price, Y/N. I can afford it,” Dohyun acts nonchalantly, looking up at Jeongguk and confidently saying, “I’ll have that.” He then looks at you. “Y/N?”

You let out a defeated sigh, closing the menu, “I’ll just have the risotto carnaroli de coquillages.” The way you say it so eloquently in French almost makes Jeongguk's dick hard. God, it sounded so hot.

How much more attractive and interesting can you get?

And also, where the fuck did you learn to speak perfect French?

It seems as though Jeongguk isn’t the only one affected by your French speaking because when he looks at Dohyun, the younger man is just staring at you with parted lips and stars in his eyes as if you’re the greatest thing he’s ever seen.

You’re so damn nice that you ended up choosing the cheapest entree on the menu. You were just way too damn considerate. There goes that rich girl persona he was trying to paint to Dohyun.

Trying not to physically drool, Jeongguk looks away and nods, “Got it.” He walks always so fast, almost bumping into another waiter on his way.

You have a feeling that Jeongguk is trying to fuck up the date you’re on with Dohyun. You can see right through him. Having the poor guy choose expensive menu items so he can impress you when Jeongguk knows damn well you’re not about it.

At least this can kind of confirm that he was affected by the whole date thing. That answers some questions but not all.

Also, can you just say that Jeongguk looks fine as fuck in his uniform?

If you had known that he works here as a waiter, you would’ve definitely joined your mother for the sake of seeing him. The sight of him wearing that tight-fitted button-up with those slacks hugging his ass almost had you drooling.

You tried so hard not to just dead-on stare at him the whole time while he was standing right in front of you. You just couldn’t help yourself at times, eyes trailing down from his perfectly structured face to his chest and down to his tattooed covered hands and forearms that were peaking out from beneath his shirt sleeve.

Your mind was steering away to some…unholy thoughts. Especially because of those damn thighs.

Why did he have to be so damn hot?

Okay, you’re getting a little too carried away right now. You need to focus. Focus on Dohyun. The man you came on a date with. You have to try and at least make some sort of conversation with him. He’s always asking you for your opinion and thoughts on what he’s saying but you end up stuttering your way through the conversation since you have no idea what he’s asking you about when you’re not listening.

Jeongguk being here as your damn waiter does not help the situation at all. Although you think he’s trying to help you in a somewhat cruel way you need to get him to stop. You’re beginning to feel guilty as fuck when you see the man do something that is the total opposite of impressing you.

“Um Y/N?” You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Dohyun calling your name.

“Yes? Sorry,” You apologize, feeling bad for being distracted again.

Dohyun shakes his head, a small smile on his face, “No worries. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

Your heart races at that and you gulp, beginning to feel a little worried at what exactly he wants to say. No no, you didn’t think it be this soon. You need to tell him before he tells you. You can’t let him tell you first.

Before you can say anything more, he continues, “I don’t know if you remember that before you left for college I was going to–”

“More wine anyone?” Jeongguk cuts in, holding up the bottle and acting oblivious to what he just interrupted. Your shoulders relax in relief and you nod rapidly.

You really need a fucking drink to get through this.

“Yes please,” You hold up your glass and he pours it in for you.

“There you go,” His fingers brush against yours which ensures the glass is in your hand’s grip when you pull it back and you try not to shiver at the tinging feeling and his eyes directly looking into yours.

“Dohyun?” Jeongguk looks at him with a questioning gaze, holding out the bottle but the other just shakes his head in response.

“I’m good thanks,” He looks eager for Jeongguk to leave right now, knee bouncing in anxiousness.

“Okay well your food should be here shortly,” Jeongguk says before turning to leave. He looks a bit hesitant to leave, glancing over his shoulder to look at you and you just send him a fake small smile, looking down into your lap.

What the fuck do you do?

“As I was saying Y/N, before you left for college I was going to tell you something,” Dohyun’s voice sounds a little shaky when he speaks. “But you had to leave and I never got the chance but for so long I–”

“Bathroom!” You blurt out, eyes going wide.

Dohyun looks confused, “Huh?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “Um I just really need to use the bathroom,” You stand up, grabbing your purse. “Can you give me a few minutes? I really gotta pee.” No, you don’t. You need to go freak the fuck out and possibly climb out of the window.

“Oh okay,” He nods understandably before flashing you a sweet smile. “I’ll wait.”

You give him a fake smile in response, pushing into your chair before walking towards the bathroom. You maneuver your way around a few waiters, avoiding eye contact and rushing inside. Luckily no one else is in the bathroom so you just stand in front of the sink, taking a few deep breaths as you stare into the mirror.

You don’t know how to turn him down. He’s getting so close to telling you about his feelings. You didn’t have the heart to turn him down for the date. What if you can’t reject his feelings for you either?

If that ends up happening, you’d be absolutely fucked.

You don’t even fucking see a window in here otherwise you’d escape right there.

“You okay?” You hear a familiar voice ask, causing you to flinch in surprise, hand resting on your chest.

“Holy shit,” You exhale. “You scared me.” You look at Jeongguk, wondering how the hell you didn’t hear him enter the bathroom.

The women’s bathroom might you add.

“Yeah yeah,” You try to wave off. “I’m fine. What are you doing in here?” You quickly ask, looking away and pretending to look into the mirror and fix your hair.

“I saw you come in and you didn’t look too good,” He shrugs, hands in his pocket as he leans against the wall. “Just thought I’d check up on you.”

Your heart swells a little at his concern. You’re in awe at the fact that he cared enough to come to see how you’re doing because he thought something was wrong. God, he’s making you like him more and more.

“I’m,” You clear your throat, “I’m good.” You’re not. “I think.” You add before letting out a shaky breath. “It’s not every day that someone is about to confess about being in love with you for years.” You let out a humorless chuckle.

“Well you’re right about that,” Jeongguk says and you look at him with a raised eyebrow. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Sorry, not helping.”

“Not at all,” You respond, turning around so you can lean your back against the counter of the sink. “Aren’t you going to be in trouble for being here?”

Jeongguk shrugs, “Not my first time being in the women’s bathroom during a shift,” He smirks and your chest slightly tinges in jealousy at what he’s implying but then he adds, “I once had to help an old lady clean a stain off of her dress.” You relax at that, causing Jeongguk to smirk.

“What did you think I meant?” He teases and you roll your eyes in response.

“Was it a wine stain cus’ you sure seem to be quite clumsy for a waiter,” You ask with heavy sarcasm, watching how he pushes himself off the wall.

“Hey! That was actually an accident,” Jeongguk tries to defend.

“I’m sure it was,” You remark, arms crossed over your chest. You try not to notice how he’s slowly walking toward you.

“It was,” He answers before saying, “Look I’m trying to help you out over here.”

You pout, avoiding eye contact with him by staring down at the pristine tiled floor. “I don’t need help.”

You’re lying. You really fucking need help.

Jeongguk lets out a sigh, “Y/N, why’d you say yes to the date if you knew you didn’t like him?” He asks, pierced brow raised in question.

Unable to meet his eyes, you fiddle with the rings on your fingers and say, “I just felt really bad because he just seemed so excited,” You look up at him, “I just didn’t know how to say no.”

Jeongguk nods and you notice how he’s standing directly in front of you now. You swallow at the sight of how good he looks in his button-up that shows off his small waist and strong chest. The sleeves are snug around his biceps and the black dress pants accentuate his strong thighs.

“Yeah but now look,” His hand gestures towards the door to refer to Dohyun. “You said yes to the guy, making him think he has a chance or that you might like him or something.” The guilt weighs down on your chest and you stare down at the floor in shame.

Jeongguk is right. You made the mistake of saying yes and it probably made Dohyun hopeful that the feelings he has for you are mutual in return. But that’s not true when the man standing a few inches in front of you is the only one you want.

Seeing the uniform hug his body in a way that shows off his toned muscles almost has you drooling and you try not to shiver at how his dark eyes give you a once-over. You know you look good with the way your black dress is hugging your body, the slit reaching your midthigh, showing off your smooth skin. His eyes seem to linger on that area in particular and you try not to smile.

“I just couldn’t say no,” You whine, pouting at the floor with your arms crossing over your chest.

Jeongguk dips his head a bit, bringing it closer to yours with just a few inches of space in between, and asks, “And why couldn’t you say no?”

Your eyes can’t help but wander to his rose petal-colored lips that look so soft at the moment. You’re curious to know how the piercing would feel if you were to just kiss him on the mouth. There’s also that cute little mole he has beneath his bottom lip. Swallowing, you look up to find his doe-brown eyes staring at your own lips as well.

Clearing your throat, you answer, “Because he brought me flowers a-and…” You shyly look away from his intense gaze, cheeks flushing as you look behind him. “And he got those expensive chocolates. I just didn’t know how to say no.”

“What about me?” Jeongguk inquires, causing you to snap your head to look at him in surprise.

“What about you?” You raise an eyebrow in question.

Your heart starts to race when you notice his right hand come up to your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lightly brush against your exposed neck, causing you to slightly shiver at his touch.

If he can just wrap those hands around your throat you don’t think you’d mind at all.

“What if I brought you flowers and overpriced chocolates and asked you out to dinner?” He asks, eyes watching how you grab his right hand, fingers tracing over the tattoos on his knuckles.

“I would’ve said yes even if you didn’t bring me flowers or overpriced chocolates,” You tell him truthfully, enjoying the satisfied look on his face.

“Well,” He looks down at your joined hands before intertwining his fingers with yours. “Good to know I don’t have any competition.” You snort at that, suddenly feeling brave and pull him closer to you.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this right now. Not when you’re literally on a date with someone who’s been crushing on you since you were kids but you’re in the bathroom with your waiter slash gardener slash friend? Acquaintance? Whatever he is, what you know for sure is that you want to kiss him right in the mouth because he looks too good not to.

So you do.

Forgetting about everything else going on, you make the move you’ve been desperately wanting to make since you saw the man standing in front of you.

You grab the collar of his shirt and tug him down so you can press your lips against his in a lustful kiss. A small noise of surprise leaves his lips but he quickly reacts by putting his hands on your waist and returning the affection.

The feeling of his lips against yours was nothing like you’d ever felt before. They felt almost silk-like and pillowy as they moved against yours in the heated kiss. Sparks ignite, in your chest, buzzing throughout your entire body as his large hands slid up and down your back before moving down toward your hip. He squeezes it softly, causing you to inhale sharply.

His lips move against yours in a soft but sensual manner that has your knees slightly quivering and your heart pounding. You feel breathless when you pull apart for a few seconds with his forehead resting against yours. His right-hand cups your face, thumb playing with your bottom lip.

Jeongguk smirks, “You look good with your lipstick smeared.” You roll your eyes playfully but you can feel the heat in your cheeks at his comment.

“Shut up,” You pull him until your lower back hits the counter behind you, his hands caging your body against it which causes a rush of excitement to run up your spine. You can’t help but give him a once over, noticing how pink his lips look now, hair slightly unruly from your hands. Jeongguk watches as you bring your hands to his chest, fiddling with the collar before letting them trail down his chest to feel his pecs.

The muscles feel hard and firm beneath your hand as you trail them down toward his abdomen. When your hands dip a little too low, he quickly snatches your hand and holds it up against his chest, tugging you close by the waist with the other arm.

“Nuh-uh,” Jeongguk clicks his tongue, “As much as I’m into the idea of fucking you in a public area, you are not about to start this in the fucking bathroom at my job.” Your cheeks flush immediately and you try to shove him away but he hardly moves.

God, you just wanted to devour him right here. You couldn’t handle the sight in front of you right now. You know this is just his work uniform but you never would’ve thought that he can look this good. You just wanted to get on your knees and…

“Y/N.” You immediately snap out of your horny thoughts, eyes wide and face warm. Jeongguk has a stupid smirk on his face as if he knows what you’re thinking about right now.

Despite wanting to tackle him to the ground and have him take you right here, you remember you have a whole date waiting for you outside at the table most likely wondering where you are.

“What?” You clear your throat, pushing those lustful thoughts aside.

Jeongguk holds a teasing smile on his face, “Are you dreaming about my dick?”

“What-no!” You deny, pushing him off and turning towards the mirror to fix your hair. You notice how your lipstick is smeared, courtesy of Jeongguk. You take a tissue and clean it before opening your clutch to pull out the liquid lipstick so you can reapply it.

You can feel Jeongguk’s eyes on you the whole time as you’re bent over the counter, looking closely in the mirror. You try not to make eye contact, gliding the applicator across your bottom lip.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his hand slide on your hip but you pretend to like it doesn’t affect you even though your heart rate starts to increase and a feeling of thrill runs up your spine.

“You were totally dreaming about my dick,” You glare at him through the mirror, elbowing him in the abdomen which causes him to slightly groan.

“Why would I be thinking about your dick when I’m on a date with someone else right now?” You ask.

Jeongguk snickers, “You weren’t saying that when you had your tongue down my throat a few minutes ago.”

Your jaw drops and you turn around, pushing at his shoulder, “I did not have my tongue down your throat.”

He has that smug smile on his annoyingly handsome face that had you contemplating whether you wanted to smack him or kiss him again.

“It’s okay, you’re too shy to admit it right now. You’ll get comfortable eventually,” He shrugs, avoiding the little punch you were about to deliver to his chest. He grabs your hand instead and pulls you towards him once again with his tattooed arm around your waist while the other cups your cheek.

“You’re annoying,” You mumble, playing with the top button on his shirt. You notice ink peeking out from where the shirt is unbuttoned which you somehow haven’t noticed before.

Can this man get any more attractive?

“I’d say charming,” Jeongguk responds before asking, “We’ve been here for quite some time now.”

“You’re the one who followed me,” You retorted.

“I had to make sure you were okay,” Jeongguk defends, thumb stroking your cheek. “What are you going to do now?”

You let out a dreaded sigh, letting your hands rest against his chest as you say, “I’m going to have to tell him I’m not interested.” You shake your head. “I shouldn’t have said yes in the first place. It was a mistake from that day but he just had this hopeful smile on his face. I didn’t have it in me to deny him.”

Jeongguk looks at you with a nonjudgmental gaze, nodding his head. “You can’t let this drag out any longer.”

“I know,” You agree, thinking about how crushed Dohyun is going to look once you tell him the truth.

“He’s going to be heartbroken,” Jeongguk adds.

You pout, “I know.”

“But I’m going to be one happy man.”

“I know–wait what?” You almost missed what he said and he just chuckles in response. “Why would you be happy?”

“Cuz then I can ask you out on a date,” Jeongguk says with full confidence, wrapping both arms around your waist and swaying you side to side.

“And you’re so sure I’d say yes?” You ask, eyebrows raised in question.

He narrows his eyes at you playfully and says, “With the way you were about to get on your knees I’d like to think–”

You slap his chest, “God, you’re so annoying! See if I ever give you head now.”

“I’m kidding,” Jeongguk pouts. “You can’t take away that privilege already. You haven’t even done it yet.”

Rolling your eyes at his response, your hand plays with the piercing in his right eyebrow. His hands rest on your lower back casually as if you guys have done this a million times. Jeongguk is definitely a touchy person but not in a way that’s made you uncomfortable of course. You’ve enjoyed the feeling of his hands on your body and you wonder what it would feel like on your bare skin.

You’d definitely like to find that out.

To say that you’re surprised he’s even talking to you would be an understatement. Especially after the day he saw you accepting Dohyun’s little gifts and proposal to dinner. He had left so abruptly much to your disappointment. And even after that, you didn’t even catch wind of him when working around the garden.

You really thought you lost your opportunity with him but his actions and words say otherwise.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jeongguk’s statement breaks you out of your thoughts.

“What question?”

He raises an eyebrow, “If you’d like to go on a date with me.” He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, staring at them as if he wants to just devour them again but he’s restraining himself.

You didn’t even realize he asked you that question.

With a snort, you say, “Are you seriously going to ask me this in the bathroom while my actual date is waiting for me outside?”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at you, “I’m sorry would you like me to shower you with flowers and expensive as fuck chocolates? I can also ask Bill, who is playing the violin in the dining room right now, to play you a song while I ask you out.”

This time you roll your eyes at his response, “No need for flowers and expensive as fuck chocolates,” you emphasize his words. “And his name is Bill? He doesn’t even look like a Bill.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling my coworkers. He looks more like a Marvin to me.” Jeongguk says and you nod your head in agreement after a quick thought.

“Tell you what, give me your number first and then I’ll give you a response,” You don’t know where this confidence suddenly came from

“You know you could’ve just asked me for my number if you wanted it so bad,” He laughs and you ignore him, handing him your phone.

“Hush, I need to leave now so hurry up,” You watch as he types in his number, an amused smile pulling at his lips which causes you to narrow your eyes at him.

He hands you back your phone, an innocent smile on his face while you’re looking at him suspiciously. When you glance down at your phone, you understand why he has that look on his face.

The contact name for his number is My super hot gardener <3 <3

Can he get any more annoying?

“Are you kidding me?” You ask him but don’t change the name anyways.

“Not at all, love.” He pulls you forward once more, cupping your face with both hands this time, causing you to look up at him. “Listen, don’t worry about how Dohyun is going to feel, and don’t beat yourself up about it either.” You nod sadly. “You can’t keep leading him on like this. Neither of you deserve that. So just be honest about your feelings towards him.” Jeongguk tilts your head up to look at him. “You have to put yourself first okay?”

You nod understandingly, hands going behind his neck to pull him down for another sweet kiss because you just couldn’t fucking help yourself. The feeling of his lips on yours was just so damn addicting. The way he was gazing at you with those soft doe eyes and the comforting words he provided had your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

Your lips move in sync, arms tightening around one another as if you didn’t want to let each other go. His tongue prods at your lips, asking for entrance which you grant. His tongue slides into your mouth, hands digging into your hips as he fights for dominance with your own tongue. The kiss becomes more and more heated, your hands tangling in his wavy hair once again while you’re pretty sure your lipstick is smeared over both your lips as well as his own.

The sound of your phone vibrating has you pulling back from his lips with a loud POP. Your chest is heaving, slightly out of breath from the intense kiss. Jeongguk runs his thumb across his lip to clean the faint lipstick while you’re opening your purse to see a message from Dohyun.

Dohyun: Hey Y/N, are you okay?”

Great, he must think you’re fighting for your life in the bathroom or something. It’s probably been well over 20 minutes so you can’t blame him.

“I really have to go now.” You tell Jeongguk and he nods understandingly.

“It’s fine,” He grabs a tissue and brings it up to clean beneath your lower lip. “Your lipstick smeared again.” You smile at the gesture in a thankful manner, letting him clean it for you.

He’s going to kill you.

“Remember what I said okay?” He tells you and you nod in response, your throat feeling tight already at the conversation you’ve been dreading the whole night. “And I’ll be nearby in case you need help.” You nod once again, feeling reassured by his words.

“Okay, thanks.” You give him a sweet smile, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek which catches him off guard.

“Yeah…” He clears his throat, “No problem.”

With a small smile, you turn around and walk out the bathroom door not without looking over your shoulder at Jeongguk one last time.

Here goes nothing.

“Hey, sorry I took so long,” You apologize to Dohyun, straightening out your dress before sitting back down on the chair.

Dohyun just gives you a sweet, understanding smile in return and says, “It’s okay. Jeongguk hasn’t even come by with the food yet.”

You cough, taking a sip of your water to hide the flush of your cheeks. If only he knew Jeongguk was too busy with his tongue down your throat in the bathroom. The thought of what just went down in the bathroom had your stomach swirling in excitement. You hope the small smile on your face was not too obvious.

“Is everything okay?” Dohyun’s voice is filled with concern.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of his question, looking up at him with wide eyes. You need to focus on the fact that you’re on a date with Dohyun right now and that you only have to endure this for a little bit longer before the food comes.

Then you actually have to let Dohyun down politely. Honestly, you don’t even know why you don’t just get it over with right now.

Jeongguk’s words echo in your head, telling you that it’s okay to think about yourself and turn Dohyun down. There’s no reason for you to be stretching this time out even longer. It’ll save him the heartbreak. It’s not like he was wrong. The further you lead Dohyun on, the more hurt he’ll be in the end when he finds out you do not reciprocate mutual feelings.

You also can’t forget the soft look in Jeongguk’s eyes. It was a look that you’d never seen on his face before and one that you didn’t think he was capable of showing considering his intimidating aura. But if there’s one thing you learned, it’s that Jeongguk is far from intimidating underneath all those piercings, ink, and black clothes.

God, you just wanted this date to be over so you can tell Jeongguk to fuck off his shift for the night and go somewhere so the two of you can spend some time together.

“Uh yeah, I’m okay,” You take a sip of your wine this time. “I’m fine. It’s just a little hot in here.” You’re praying he buys that excuse for your flushed face. You exaggerate it by fanning yourself with the menu listed with the different alcoholic beverages.

“Oh no,” Dohyun looks worried. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” He asks seriously.

“No no,” You wave off. “I’ll be okay. Thank you though.” You reassure him with a small smile. You are not about to drag this night out any longer.

Dohyun nods though he looks a bit unconvinced. You fiddle with your fingers, unsure of what else to say. The silence between the two of you is awkward. You’re staring down into your lap while Dohyun opens and closes his mouth as if he wants to say something but holds himself back.

“So Y/N,” You look up at Dohyun. “You probably already have an idea why I asked you out to dinner.” You try not to make it obvious when your eyes become a little wider, your heart dropping in your chest. “I mean..” He chuckles a bit, scratching the back of his neck. “We’ve known each other for so long. I remember watching you as a kid, thinking you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” You try to smile but you think it looks more like a grimace.

“I remember when one of the kids your mom would set you up with for playdates was being so mean to me but you just…came to the rescue and told them to leave me alone.” The memory was quite vivid to you only because ever since that day, you noticed how Dohyun would start bringing you small gifts like a flower from the garden or pieces of candy. “That’s when I knew I started to develop feelings for you.”

And there it is. The expression on his face is filled with admiration and love as he stares at you intently, pouring his heart out to you and confessing his feelings. Something you’ve always feared because you knew that by the end of this, he was going to leave with a broken heart. You let yourself get way too far and led him to this point. Now it’s your job to end it.

“I just really want to tell you that I’ve always loved–”

Dohyun gets interrupted when Jeongguk arrives with a tray carrying your entrees. “Alright you guys, the food is here.” Dohyun’s face drops, falling silent at the interruption while you’re filled with relief, exhaling out a breath. You look up at Jeongguk only to catch him already looking at you, giving you a small wink that Dohyun isn’t able to see.

“Filet mignon for you,” Jeongguk sets down the plate in front of Dohyun who thanks him in response with a polite smile. “And risotto for the pretty lady,” Jeongguk emphasizes pretty and you bite your lip to hide the smile that threatens to form on your face.

“Thank you, Jeongguk,” Your foot brushes against his ankle purposely when you uncross your legs and he just looks at you with a certain glint in his eyes, a pierced eyebrow raised at the gesture.

“No problem,” He clears his throat, breaking eye contact so it doesn’t look so obvious to Dohyun. “Is there anything else you guys need?”

Dohyun looks at you in question and you shake your head as a no in response. He then looks back up at Jeongguk and gives him a grateful smile, “No, we’re good. Thanks, man.”

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back to check on you guys,” He informed you and it sounded like he was mostly talking to you from the way he looks at you, eyes lingering before leaves. He needs to stop making it so damn obvious.

“So…” Dohyun is about to start talking but you interrupt him.

“Let’s eat, I’m starving,” You immediately pick up the fork and dig into the feed even though you had no appetite to consume food. If anything, you felt nauseous. You’re dreading the conversation that you’re about to have.

“Wow,” Dohyun’s eyes are wide as he chews his food. “This steak is amazing.” He gushes, cutting into the meat with his knife and fork before holding it in your direction. “You need to try this.”

You shake your head, “Oh no, I’m okay. Thank you though.” You politely decline and give him a grateful smile.

“No seriously,” He responds. “You have to try this.” He seems persistent, wiggling his fork towards you with a bite of the tender-looking steak. You gulp, noticing how he’s leaning forward in anticipation with an eager look in his eyes. You’re about to lean forward, lips parted to take a bite but Jeongguk being the savior he is–God, you can just kiss him–comes back.

“You guys look like you’re running low on wine so I brought some more,” Jeongguk chirps, moving Dohyun’s arm back so he can pour into the glass. You bite down on your lower lip to keep yourself from smiling widely, meeting Jeongguk’s eyes with a thankful expression. You opt to stare at his beautiful inked hands pouring into the wine glass as you try not to make it obvious when your hand secretly strokes his thigh. You hold back a laugh when you notice him slightly flinch out of surprise, jaw clenching, and eyes narrowed when he glances at you.

You feign a look of innocence and say, “Thank you for the wine.” You’re grateful that the table is high enough that Dohyun can’t see how Jeongguk takes his left hand while the right is still holding the bottle and squeezes your hand.

Jeongguk clears his throat,

“Thanks, Jeongguk,” Dohyun gives him an appreciative smile, “I was just trying to get Y/N to try the filet mignon.”

“Oh yes,” Jeongguk says, attempting to sound professional and you bite back a laugh, “Many customers rave over the filet mignon. The cows were fed organic grass which is one of the reasons why it’s so delectable.”

Organic grass? What the fuck is he even saying?

You know damn well he’s trying to be funny but the way he said it with a straight face would make one think he’s serious. For example, Dohyun looked utterly fascinated by the thought.

“Wow, are they really?”

Jeongguk snorts but quickly covers it with a cough, “Yeah man. Don’t you know? Those cows are living their best life. Better than you and I,” Jeongguk takes the fork out of Dohyun’s hand and the other boy just stares at him, eyes wide in curiosity. He grabs the piece of steak that was originally meant for you and slides the bite into his mouth before giving Dohyun the fork back. Jeongguk scrunches up his face in delight, almost looking angry as he chews before he lets out a sigh and looks back at Dohyun. “Dare I say the cows are living a better life than Y/N too.”

You cover your face, unable to hold back your giggles while Dohyun just looks confused now. Jeongguk has a small smile on his face as he glances at you, feeling accomplished for making you laugh so cutely.

“I have to ask my uncle about this if it’s true,” Dohyun shakes his head, expression full of surprise as he looks deep in thought. “He owns a farm so maybe he can start doing that too.”

Jeongguk looks like he’s trying not to burst out laughing this time but instead nods, “Yeah let me know what he says, man.”

“Jeongguk, Suho is calling you to the back,” A waiter whispers into his ear, “Like now.”

“Now?” Jeongguk asks and the other waiter nods. He looks back at you and sees you swallow nervously. This means Jeongguk can no longer save you from delaying this any further. It’s either now or never.

You look back at Jeongguk and give him a reassuring nod in a subtle manner to tell him it’s okay if he leaves. He glances over at Dohyun, noticing how the other boy is tapping his foot impatiently beneath the table as if waiting for Jeongguk to leave so he can pick up where he left off.

“Alright,” Jeongguk clears his throat, “Looks like I’m needed in the back. Are you guys good?” He asks, mostly directing the question at you based on the direct eye contact he makes, eyebrow raised.

You give him an appreciative smile, “I’m good. Thank you, Jeongguk.”

“Me too. Thanks, Jeongguk!” Dohyun says a slight eagerness following his tone.

“Okay cool, be right back.” He tells you, sending you a small comforting smile. You let out a deep breath, looking over at Dohyun who’s already staring at you with a nervous expression on his face.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long but…” Dohyun twiddles with his fingers resting on top of the table. “I would just get so nervous and chicken out,” He chuckles at himself with a shake of his head. “I’ve always admired you and your kindness. Your kindness is what drew me to you more than anything. Comforting people when they’re upset and going out of your way to make them feel better.” Your lips turn up into a small smile at his words but your chest aches out of guilt with what you’re about to do. “Basically, what I’m trying to tell you is that…I uh really really like you. I’ve liked you since we were kids. Maybe even love.” Dohyun lets out a quivering laugh, avoiding eye contact. “I was wondering if you’d give me a chance.”

Your throat feels like it’s closing up as you hear his words, processing them clearly. The feeling of your heart pounding against your chest and beating in your ears, your face feeling warm and flushed. You look down at your hands in your lap, playing with the ring on your index finger as you let out a shaky breath through your lips.

“Dohyun…you’ve always been a sweet guy,” You begin, “So selfless and always thinking of others.” You add and he nods, a smile playing on his lips from your compliment. “But I…I’m sorry,” You feel your eyes stinging as you notice the smile vanish from his face, lips pursing in despair. “I don’t see you that way.” You finally say.

His face crumples a bit, shoulders and head dropping as soon as the words leave your lips. He looks down into his lap and you swear you can hear him sniffling a bit. The silence between you two is almost deafening, the sound of other customers and cutlery being the only thing you hear.

“I’m really sorry,” You say again, eyes welling up a bit because of how bad you feel. “I probably shouldn’t have even said yes to you because it seems like I’ve led you on but I just didn’t know how to tell you no.”

Dohyun just nods in response, not moving a single inch from his position and his lack of words is killing you. You notice Jeongguk peeking at you from behind the door, locking eyes with you. He immediately notices the sorrowful look on your face, stepping forward to approach you but you quickly shake your head.

Not yet, you try to tell him. You think this conversation needs to end with closure. You don’t want to leave without making sure he’s okay. You know he’s not okay and he probably won’t be for some time. He’s had feelings for you for so long, he must feel so crushed by your rejection.

When Dohyun finally lifts his head up to look at you, you feel your chest ache at his red-rimmed eyes and quivering lips. “Y-You won’t even give me a chance? Like… not even if I take you on more dates a-and maybe let you get to know me better?” He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, sniffling.

You shake your head, a sad smile on your lips. “I’m sorry…I just,” You look over at Jeongguk who’s talking to another customer while constantly glancing at you in concern. “I like someone else.” You tell him, feeling like absolute shit. You just didn’t know what else you could’ve told him for him to completely let you go. You had to tell him the truth.

His face shows pure anguish, looking completely defeated. “So I-I don’t stand a chance against him?” He asks, voice hoarse.

“I’m sorry,” is the only thing you think you can say in response to that.

He just nods, head hanging low and lets out a quiet. “Okay.”

“Everything good?” Jeongguk decides to cut in, saving you from this painful moment.

Dohyun just looks up and Jeongguk in response and nods solemnly, “Yeah can we get the check please?”

“Uh yeah sure,” Jeongguk responds. “Boxes?”

“No thanks,” Dohyun immediately says, his voice cracking. “Y/N,” He looks at you properly for the first time. “Do you think I can get a r-ride home? I-I just don’t think I can…” He looks like he’s about to have a breakdown so you immediately cut in.

“It’s okay. Don’t even worry about it.” Your voice is soft, feeling like you need to speak to him in a delicate manner because he may break any second. “I’ll call my driver.”

“Okay,” Dohyun nods. “I’m gonna go. I’ll see you on Monday.” He says quickly before getting up swiftly. There’s a fresh set of tears in his eyes and he nods at Jeongguk. Head hanging low with his feet dragging across the floor, he walks towards the door without looking back.

You stare at the door, never feeling this much guilt and regret in your life. Guilt for turning him down but also regret even accepting this date. You think saying yes to the date probably gave him high hopes that you had feelings for him in return. You should’ve come clean at the pool when he asked you out in the first place.

“Oh god,” You cover your face with both hands. “I feel so awful. I feel so fucking awful. I can’t believe he cried.” Your throat feels tight and painful, unable to get the image of your head.

“Hey hey,” Jeongguk looks around before kneeling beside you, hand on your arm, “It’s okay. You had to do it okay?” You nod but don’t move your hands away from your face.

“I know I just can’t forget the look on his face,” You whisper into your hands. “I just feel so bad.”

“I know Y/N. That wasn’t an easy thing to do,” Jeongguk acknowledges, rubbing his hand up and down your back in a comforting manner.

Not only do you feel like a total asshole right now, you’re a little embarrassed at the fact that Jeongguk is seeing you on the verge of bursting into tears but you cannot help yourself.

“Hey listen,” His voice is gentle and you feel him move closer to you, his chest pressing against your knee. “A lot of these people are looking at us and I don’t know if they know who you are but I don’t want it spreading around that you were crying in this boujee ass restaurant in the headlines tomorrow.” You chuckle a little taking the napkin he’s holding out for you, patting it beneath your eyes.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Of course,” He clears his throat. “I’m about to finish my shift soon. Um if you want, I can give you a ride home?” He offers before quickly adding. “Only if you want to. I won’t be offended if you just want your driver to pick you up.”

You finally look at him for the first time, taking slightly widened doe eyes, face looking soft. He’s tugging at the piercing on his lower lip, a nervous habit you’ve noticed from the time you’ve spent with him.

“I would really appreciate that,” You inform him with a grateful smile.

His shoulders visibly relax at your answer, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Thank God you said that,” He pretends to wipe the sweat off his forehead, “I don’t think I was ready to handle the rejection.” He tells you and you feel like there’s some underlying truth to that.

“The dude I’m crushing on is offering me a ride, who am I to say no?” You say bravely and he freezes, eyes wide and full of surprise with how you say that without a single stutter.

“D-Dude you’re crushing on me?” He repeats, bringing his hand up to point his index finger at him. “Am I the dude you’re crushing on?” He asks in disbelief.

You give him an ‘Are you joking’ look, pushing at his shoulder. “Who else is offering me a ride home here?” You ask him.

“I’m sure tons of people would. You’re beautiful.” He says easily and you flush, not expecting that response at all.

“Oh,” You look down at your lap with a smile on your lips. Feeling so flustered by his compliment, you change the subject. “Is it wrong to do all this after I just broke someone’s heart?” You ask him.

Jeongguk shakes his head, “No, you did what you had to do, Y/N.” You nod, a slightly guilty expression appearing on your face once again. “Here,” He pulls out what looks like car keys from his back pocket. “Do you want to wait in my car while I finish up here?”

You nod, grabbing the keys from him with a smile, “I’ll wait.” You grab your purse, pulling the strap onto your shoulder. Jeongguk also stands up from his kneeling position, brushing his black pants.

Once you stand up, you have to peer up to look at him. Even with your heels on you, you’re still barely reaching his damn shoulder.

Are you really that short or is he just super tall?

“By the way,” You start, causing him to immediately pause from picking up the plate and giving you his full attention with the way he turns his body to look at you, eyes meeting yours. For some reason that makes your heart flutter. “Can you charge the dinner on my card?” You open your purse to pull out your tiny card holder. “It’s the least I can do for Dohyun.” You add, handing him the card.

Jeongguk looks down at the card in his hand as if it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, eyes squinting before widening. He holds the card up to the light as if inspecting it before bringing it back down and closer to his face again.

“Um, is everything okay?” You ask in confusion.

“Did you just hand me a black card?” His voice is full of surprise, mouth slightly ajar.

“Yeah…” You trail off, looking down at your feet.

Great, he must think you’re a spoiled brat.

“Do you know the amount of unnecessary and useless shit I would buy if I had one of these?” He holds the card in his fingers as if it’s fine china.

“I mean you can,” You respond and he just looks at you in disbelief.

“Baby you’re too sweet but I never thought about getting sugar mama.” He smirks before adding, “At least not anymore.” Your heart flutters and you try not to squeal at the fact that he casually called you ‘baby’.

This man is trying to kill you.

You pretend to act unbothered by his words with a roll of your eyes, shoving at his shoulder, “Shut up before I make you pay for this dinner.” You threaten and he immediately closes his mouth, turning towards the table. You laugh in response, shaking your head at him.

“I’ll be out in 10 minutes,” He tells you and you nod, a smile on your face as you step towards the door already feeling a lot better just by talking to him.

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waitingonher · 10 months

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hi there!! congrats on 100 followers,, could you do prompt 17 for leo valdez? i love ur writing so so much you write characters just how i imagined them

EMMY'S 100 EVENT CELEBRATION

leo valdez + this reminded me of you.

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authors note: HI THANK YOU SO SOSOSOSO MUCH!!! that really means a lot to me <33 thank youuu

your only regret about joining camp-half blood—besides the lethal quests issued every once in a while—are the monthly cabin check-ups. why chiron had to implement this incredibly useful, yet incredibly stupid system? you wish you knew. well, you do suppose it’s come in handy against your siblings who’d prefer to live in a complete pigsty. but other than that, it’s proven to become everyone’s least favorite day. a day full of cleaning, very irritable campers, and the overpowering scent of every detergent on the market isn’t exactly what someone would want to wake up to.

but here you are, unfortunately put on laundry duty. damn your terribly cruel siblings. they get assigned the fun things like sweeping, and dusting! well actually, those still aren’t very fun but it’s way, way better than doing laundry. the process of separating, washing, drying, and then folding isn’t your ideal way of spending your afternoon. but, the only benefit of laundry duty is that you’re basically completely alone, which also means no one’s there to pester you about your quality of work. yay to no one screaming in your ear about better sweeping techniques!

that’s why you find yourself half-assing the color sorting. you absentmindedly toss somebody’s light pink hoodie into the colored laundry basket. light pink and black? basically the same thing. but your focus comes back as you realize that you’re onto the last basket that requires sorting. you really have to fight yourself from doing a victory dance.

while your focus does come back, it doesn’t necessarily go back to the clothes though as you hear the door of the laundry room slam open. a sweaty, disheveled-looking boy enters, a grin plastered on his face that makes it seem as if he’s relieved to have found you. and he just so happens to be your boyfriend, “babe, i’m here to rescue you from laundry duty.”

“thank the gods,” you toss the sock in your hand into a random basket and make your way to leo. he chuckles at your carelessness before pulling you in for a kiss. you really needed that, “now tell me, how do you plan to rescue me from laundry duty?”

leo makes a face that tells you he hasn’t really thought that far, “um. well, i brought you temporary relief,” he responds, fishing something out of his jean pocket. and out comes a tiny red satin pouch.

“oh?” your head tilts out of curiosity, “did you find and steal something while cleaning?” the thought of leo doing something like that wasn’t totally out of the question. so that’s why you’re a little more confused when he simply shakes his head and offers you the bag in silence.

with the pouch in your hand, your boyfriend makes a motion for you to open it, “okay, i might’ve hyped it up a little too much,” leo gives you a sheepish smile as you pull out two absolutely adorable matching cat keychains, “but they reminded me of you, so i bought them. plus, i also thought they’d make a good gift of encouragement for today.”

“oh leo, these are so cute!” you put the cats side by side and you almost scream, once connected, they form a heart! all of a sudden your hatred for laundry duty and everything else bad in the world washes away. who knew two little cat keychains could have this effect on you? apparently leo did, “thank you so, so much babe,” you kiss him on the cheek, “i swear, as soon as i’m done here,” a smooch on the other cheek, “i’m putting my half on my bag,” finally, one for his lips.

leo’s features form a lopsided, lovesick smile, “wow. if i knew two little keychains would earn me this many kisses, then i would’ve just bought you two real cats,” he says, a teasing tone laced within his words.

you laugh at the idea of leo walking into the laundry room carrying two random cats. as much as you’d love to see that come to fruition, cat hair and clothes do not mix well. you pocket your keychain and hand the other to leo, “you should probably go, chiron would lose his shit if he saw you here with me.”

“wait, more kisses, then i’ll leave,” your boyfriend’s lips begin to turn comically downwards as his brows raise, and you realize what he’s doing: his stupid puppy dog eyes, “you can’t resist this can you?”

you quirk your brow, “oh, i can,” but the way he looks so incredibly dumb and desperate makes you give in, “fine. let’s make it quick.”

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tiredlilguy · 7 months

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" Is This... Ok?"|DILFTOBER W4

lost? main masterlist. / dilftober masterlist. / PM masterlist.

a/n: SO SORRY FOR THE DELAYYYY!!! It's been a crazy busy week, and I haven't had time to just sit down at a cafe and just... write TT-TT On top of that, I was really brain dead like all last week, so Saturday I couldn't find myself sitting at my computer. I had to lay down for a while... to be honest I needed the rest. Anyways, ENJOYYY THIS HOT REDHEAD I LOVE HIM >:D this is also on A03! :O

pairing: Oda Sakunosuke X GN!Reader cw: NSFW 18+ (if you are a minor, you will be blocked), proofread, but there may be some mistakes desc: with a small talk over dinner (and with much thought), you decided to allow your boyfriend to take you v card. ~~ kink this week: virginity loss

A warm hand slid under your shirt, making you shiver at the touch.

Oda’s hands were… rough, but at the same time, they were also quite gentle. That tenderness never failed to make you melt, the blush on your face only getting worse.

“ Is this… ok?” Oda’s eyes looked down at you with concern. Well, his usual blank expression stayed the same, but his eyes spoke his true emotions.

You lightly nodded, placing your hand over his to reassure him that you were okay. You looked up at him with sultry eyes and god damn, he was so hot.

The tired eyes looking back at you, the stubble, the messy bedhead, the calloused roughness of his hands combined with his gentle touch.

It never failed to make you fold over, eyes hazy with a clouded mind as you got lost in his eyes.

But then again… How did you get here?

…

You and your boyfriend were sitting across from each other at the kitchen counter in his apartment after a long day of work. There wasn’t anything particularly on your mind as you both ate curry across from each other with the television playing as background noise. Oda never exchanged many words with you around this time, enjoying the shared silence between the both of you. However, as he looked over at the TV, his other hand moved to slide under yours, intertwining your fingers with his with your palm facing down. His thumb trailed over yours as he let out a sigh, placing his spoon off to the side and swallowing the food that was in his mouth.

“ Oda…,” you called out, placing your utensil down and leaning your cheek over your other hand.

“ Mm…,” he only responded with a hum, his eyes still fixated on the illuminated screen.

You hesitated for a second, a certain question on your mind, but relaxed as his thumb swiped over your hand again. You continued,” I got a question to ask you.”

Oda hummed once more, his focus wasn’t towards you, but you could tell he perked up as you spoke to him. You knew he was listening at least. He picked up the beer can that was beside his plate and took a sip.

“ Have you ever had sex before?”

The alcohol that was just about to go down his throat was spat out back into the can immediately as Oda was about to gag on his drink. He beat his chest in an attempt to stop choking, eventually being able to clear his throat.

His voice was a little shaky, as he sighed,” Quite the question.”

“ Well?” you smirked up at him, finding his reaction to your question entertaining.

“ Well… yes, I have,” he answered, a light blush dusting his cheeks,” Though, it wasn’t anything other than just a one-night stand or… no hard feelings attached I guess. Why do you ask?”

You hummed as he answered your question,” Hm… I only ask because I haven’t before.”

Oda nodded, placing the beer can down,” Am I your first love then?”

Shaking your head, your gaze moved down to your empty plate with a blush,” No actually… I’ve never actually gotten to that stage yet, maybe just out of fear or something, but I’d been thinking about it for a while and…”

His rust-red eyes looked over at you, a hint of curiosity and excitement swirling in them.

“ I think I’m ready,” you blurted out nervously. You were unaware of your hand that gripped onto his tighter. He returned that pressure calmly, his thumb running over the skin of your hand.

“ Hey, relax,” he reassured you, rough voice bringing you out of your thoughts as he smiled at you,” It’s ok, don’t worry… I’ll take good care of you.”

You only nodded. The two of you silently agreed, cleaning up after yourselves and placing the dishes in the sink with a certain tension.

…

You followed him into the bedroom, his hand holding yours as you both walked over. All the while, your mind was a little flooded, asking yourself whether you should even be doing this. However, that all went out the window when Oda opened the door to the bedroom, walking over to the bed to sit you both down.

“ I just wanna make sure…,” his other hand moved a strand of hair out of your face,” You’re okay with this?”

You nodded, less shy than you usually have before,” Yes… I want to do this with you. I trust you, Oda.”

“ Hm…,” Oda hummed under his breath as he moved his face closer to yours,” You’re very pretty like this…”

“ Then come kiss me,” a small smirk formed on your lips.

Oda wasted no time, moving his lips on top of yours in a sweet kiss. You kissed back, hand moving around his back as he moved to your waist. The tension in your shoulders and back seemed to go away as you kissed him. You could… relax for once: the trail of thoughts running through your brain started to go away. Kissing him was relieving, you felt as though you didn’t have to think about anything else. His thumbs caressed your waist, sending a shiver up your spine as he kissed you deeper. You relaxed in his cold, as his hands gently placed you down on the bed.

However, the motion makes you jump slightly, causing Oda to stop. He did so, lips moving away from yours as he looked down at you with concern. His hand moved to your cheek, trying to make you comfortable.

“ Hey… you’re ok,” he spoke softly,” Did you want to stop? I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“ N-no… I uhm,” you played with your fingers nervously,” I’m just not used to it. I don’t really know what to do, I guess. Or think about…”

“ I see,” he leaned over you, mouth to whisper in your ear,” How about you just focus on me…? Don’t think about anything else, just focus on what I’m doing to you.”

As he continued to speak, one of his hands caressed your side again.

“ Focus on how you feel, love… How does this feel, hm?”

“ G-good…,” you stuttered with a small gasp.

His hot breath trailed down to your neck, nuzzling his nose under your chin. You felt his knee come in between your legs as he left a small kiss on your neck.

“ You still ok?” he asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

You nodded, letting go of your hands and placing them down on the bed,” I just feel a little hot, I-I guess.”

“ Good,” he smirked, licking a stripe up the side of your neck.

“ Is that good?” you shivered at his actions but tried to relax again.

“ You’re supposed to feel a little hot, sweetheart. Don’t think too much, ok?”

You only nodded in response, letting his continue to touch you: moving to your sides to your shirt to lift it up slightly. He was enjoying taking his time with you, seeing you squirm under his touch. It was cute… watching your eyes become more clouded with lust the more he touched you. One of his hands hooked under your shirt, pushing it up slightly. You lifted your waist, letting him push it up further and eventually helping you out of it: a small hiss came out of your mouth as you felt the cold in the room. However, that feeling was quickly gone as you felt his hands around your waist.

“ So pretty,” he leaned down, placing a kiss on and around your stomach,” So beautiful.”

“ O-Oda,” a soft moan left your mouth as you reacted to his kisses.

“ You’re so beautiful like this, love,” Oda praised, looking up at you with desperate eyes,” Will you let me touch you?”

You nodded again: that heated feeling filling you with desire. You had no idea what he was going to do to you, but you trusted him… and if anything, you almost felt as though you were begging for him to touch you.

Calloused fingers ran down to your pants, hooking over them and tugging them down cautiously. You let out a small yelp, arching your back in nervousness.

“ Shh… my love, you’re ok,” he reassured again, moving up to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose as he did so. His lips moved to kiss your cheek, your nose, and eventually another one of your lips.

“ I’m just gonna take off your pants and underwear, ‘k?” Oda reassured you, before kissing your jaw and moving back down.

Both of his hands tugged the waistband off your hips.

“ Up,” he gently commanded to you. You did so, lifting your hips up so he could easily slide them off of you.

You felt shy, moving your legs together so that you could somewhat hide yourself. Oda frowned, a hand moving to your knee.

“ Don’t be shy,” his voice was like honey in your ears,” Open your legs for me, love.”

You took a second, letting out a breath of air before opening your legs. Oda smiled.

“ So pretty.”

“ Oda… mm,” you whined, a cute pout moving to your face.

“ What is it, love?” he looked at you.

“ Touch me,” you said pleadingly,” P-please…”

“ Ok, love,” he softly laughed,” Sorry, just got caught up in you… You’re beautiful>”

He scooted down, warm hand cupping your side as his other met your hole: at first dipping a finger in. You whimpered once again but relaxed soon after.

“ Is this… ok?” Oda looked up at you, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“ Feels good, Oda,” you muttered, the blush on your face getting redder.

Oda watched as he took his time, dipping a finger into you. You let out a moan as he did so, feeling slightly embarrassed at the noise that came out of your mouth. However, before you knew it, your mind was clouded as he fully inserted his finger.

“ G-gah… Oda,” you moaned, writhing under his touch as he moved his fingers inside your hole: touching your gummy and tight walls. You felt that heat in your stomach get warmer as he did so, fingers dipping further into you. Before you knew it, another inserted itself inside you.

“ Ngh-hah!,” you jumped, moaning a little louder this time. The hand on your hip held you down though, making it harder for you to move.

“ Hm? Does my baby feel good?” he moved down to your ear, licking up the shell. His actions made you shiver once more.

“ Y-yeah,” another moan slipped out of your mouth.

He curled his finger into your hole, making you arch again. The heat only getting harder to hold in. You felt your release coming up.

“ Mm!,” you shifted,” Hah- I… I-“

You released onto his fingers without warning: your liquids spewing out onto yourself and his fingers. Your hands moved to cover your face, wanting to hide yourself once again.

“ S-sorry! Shit- I-I couldn’t hold it in,” you apologized desperately.

“ That was hot,” he commented, before moving down to kiss your stomach once more.

After releasing, the more he touched you, the more sensitive you felt. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking at his feather-like touch.

Oda’s other hand moved to your wrists, moving them out of your face.

“ Don’t be shy, my love,” he whispered again,” It’s just me.”

“ O-ok,” you placed your hands down at your sides.

Oda let you relax for a moment… Well, it was really just a moment, until you felt his tongue dip down to your stomach, getting closer to your core.

“ F-fuck-! Hah,” you arched your back at his sudden again. You looked down, noticing him stick his tongue out closer to your core.

“ ‘M a little hungry… I’ll have my dessert.”

[also if you want, please consider getting me a coffee or commissioning me ;) no pressure ofc!!! i understand that we're all in different circumstances/situations, any support of any kind is appreciated <3]

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ador3sturniolo · 8 months

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“Mine”

An - I was listing to mine tv, and I was thinking of a story/blurb that’s was so cute that I had to write it for you guys. I’m working on one story and it’s taking me a while so I wanted to write this for you guys so that way you have somthing to read!

Paring - Matt Sturniolo X FemReader

Summary - Matt is just so in love with you

Warnings - Kissing, Like one curse word

Requested - Nope

Master list

Me and Matt were secretly dating, not wanting the fans to know, but today was the first day of tour. I was going with them, although i was nervous, i was also excited at the same time. I’m in the bathroom, touching up my makeup when I hear a knock on the door. I quickly put on my lipgloss and open the door.

“Hi baby, are you ready?” Matt said wrapping his arms around me.

“Yeah, Just a little nervous.” I say shrugging my shoulders

“Don’t be, and if it gets to much for you, you can always take a break, you can come to me or go off stage. It’s whatever you need.” He says rubbing my arm, reassuring me.

“Okay” I give him a smile, leading it with a kiss. I hear a loud clap approaching us.

“Wow you two, That’s was about to make me cry.” Said Nick, wiping fake tears. Matt shoved his brother on the shoulder walking towards the stage. It was showtime. They all walked out one by one, i was hesitant but walked out behind Chris, waving to the fans. I was surprised how big the crowd was, i started to get a little anxious, i took a deep breath and sat down in a chair next to Chris they had all layed out. I wanted for me and Matt to space out so that way no one suspected anything much. They started off tour with questions, then Chris handed me the mic. I was bathed with questions, which answering them, made me calmer than before. Every now and then I would look up and find Matt starting at me with a smile. I would blush and look down and continue answering the questions. I decided to take a break and get off stage for a couple minutes, when i just got off the stage, i hear Matt make a announcement that they all were going to take a couple minute break.

“Hey baby” I say putting my fingers in his hair pulling him close.

“Hi. How was that? Was it’s bad or no?” He said putting his arm around my waist.

“It was great actually. I felt fine when you looked at me, which was all the time, even if Nick was talking. He was beside you and you looked at me instead.” I say curling my fingers

“Well that’s because your so fucking gorgeous. I just can’t believe you’re mine.” He said adding a smile. I couldn’t help but blush by his words.

“Ima going to go get some water, do you want any?” I say turning, heading the opposite direction. He shakes his head no as i leave

Matt’s pov

I Watch her Walk away as Chris pats my shoulder with force.

“Damn Chris.”

“You seem to really like her. I think she’s the one” Chris said

“I think she is. She is the best thing that’s ever been mine.” I say smiling to myself

“Okay brother, no need to turn into a famous writer.” He said walking away as i chuckle

Readers pov

I come back with my water to see Matt standing there smiling.

“Why are you smiling? Did something happen while I was gone?” I say opening my water

“Nope, Just glad my baby’s back.” He said kissing my cheek

“I love you so much, like really, i do.” I say walking with him, back to the stage.

“I love you too.” He says, pulling me into a hug.

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An - don’t you just love short ones?! This one was so cute to write. Leave more requests cause I’m running out!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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jeankluv · 8 months

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The guitarist || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Words: 3,1K

Warnings: fluff, smut, pet names (baby girl, baby, angel), v fingering, oral sex (fem), simp Law, Law is so flirty and cute, no use of y/n

Notes: this was supposed to be full smut and it turned to be more fluff than smut, but there is smut. This is also my second time writing smut so I’m really not that good.

Materialist || Part 2

The group dragged you here, you didn’t feel like coming tonight, you had exams coming and you wanted to stay at home but Nami instead of going and when Nami wanted something, she wasn’t going to give up. So there you were, in a concert hall with a drink in your hand and trying to have some type of fun.

A group of small bands were playing, or that’s what Nami told you and according to her some of the band members were pretty hot. You needed to see that with your own eyes. The first band came out and then the second and then another.

“Hey you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much.” A voice said behind you.

You turned around and saw a tall guy, dark hair, tattoos and piercings. “Not much honestly.”

“That’s a shame.”

“You are also playing?”

“Do I look like I am?” You once again looked at him and yeah definitely he was giving you that aura.

“Yeah.”

“Oh… and what do you think I play?”

Was he flirting with you? Well then you would continue the game, the guy was hot and it’s been months since you hooked up with someone, you could take this opportunity.

“You seem to have strong arms, maybe the drums.” You smiled while drinking from your cup.

“Wrong. But thank you for the compliment baby. Try again and maybe I will give you something.” That made you shake, his voice was so deep.

“Okay… with that voice of yours are you the singer?”

“Oh baby wrong again, I thought you would be more clever.” He said and put a lock of your hair behind your ear, while he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I’m a guitarist baby girl.”

You swallowed, his voice had made your skin crawl in seconds and your legs started to shake like a flan. “That’s… that’s cool.” You were nervous, why? He was making you nervous, those eyes looking directly at you, it seemed like he knew what you were thinking.

“Don’t be nervous baby, I don’t bite… at least I won’t bite you now.”

“I’m not… I’m not nervous, it’s just that it is very hot here.” Shit

“It is hot… you wanna come with me somewhere colder?”

You hesitate, you wanted to go but you were also nervous, he made you so nervous. “Okay.” You gave in.

He held your hand, fuck it was big, like really big compared to yours. He led the way, showing his credentials to the guards, you end up backstage, both of you alone. You looked around the place, food, clothes, guitars and more stuff were in the room.

“You want something?” He asked you passing you by.

“No… I’m actually okay. One drink for me it’s enough.” You joked.

“Alright baby.” He said and he opened a beer for him. “So tell me… why are you here? You didn’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” He sat on the couch and you sat next to him.

“My friend dragged me here, she said it was going to be fun and the groups that they were paying were hot.” You saw him smiling.

“And was she right? You saw someone hot here?” He approached you a little bit.

“To be honest the groups that came out weren’t that hot.” You said.

“Oh…”

“But I think that in the next groups, one of the members will be hot.”

“Oh really who?” He said following your game.

“A guitarist, with tattoos and piercings, don’t know his name.” You smiled, his face was so close, if he wasn’t kissing in the next 20 seconds you would.

“Law, I think that’s the name you are searching for.”

“Law…” His name on your lips tasted like honey, like it was made only for you and when Law heard you say it, he crashed into your lips.

The kiss was sweet at first but it began to gain greater intensity, you were enjoying it. Damn, of course you were enjoying it and it was just a kiss. Law began to use his tongue and the kiss became even more intense, you were short of breath but you didn't want to stop, you wanted him to continue kissing you, to kiss you everywhere. He broke the kiss and looked at you.

“We can’t go any further…” You looked at him in confusion. “I will go on stage in about 15 minutes and baby I want to take all the time in the world with you and 15 minutes isn’t enough.”

“Oh… okay.”

“Give me your phone.” You gave it to him. “I will send you a message once we are done and we can go to my place, if you want of course.”

“Yeah… yeah sure, it’s okay for me.”

“I still don’t know your name.” It was true, you never mentioned and when you do, oh my god your name on his lips made you feel like you were on cloud nine. “I will see you after then. Let me take you outside.”

And he did, he took you outside backstage and gave you a kiss on the cheek before going back, shit why was that guy with a bad boy look being so sweet with you? You wanted to scream like you were a teenager after her crush confessing to her.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Watching Law’s group was an experience, well actually watching Law play the guitar, the way his fingers moved along the guitar, the way he moved across the stage and you could swear he winked in your direction but maybe the second beer you took was already making you see things. You were with Nami and Vivi chatting when you felt your phone ringing in your pocket and saw Law sent you a message.

“I’m outside waiting for you.”

“Girls, I need to leave earlier today.” You told the girls in front of you.

“Mmh? And why it’s that? Don’t tell me, you are going to study?” Nami asked you. “Oh c’mon we said that today was a day to have fun, enjoy ourselves.”

“Actually…” You felt your cheeks turning a bit red. “There is a guy waiting for me outside.”

“A guy?!”

“Oh… you know that if something happens, you can call us and we will go in a hurry right?” Vivi spoke this time.

“Yeah I know, don’t worry. Once I’m in his apartment I will send my location just in case, okay?” Vivi nodded, while Nami was still processing the information.

“Wait! When did all this happen?”

“We met at the bar, while you two were busy hooking up and then he took me to his dressing room and…”

“Wow, wait! Dressing room? You’re about to fuck one of the band members from one of the groups, who?!”

“Nami… I need to go. But I will tell you everything tomorrow.” You said.

“You better do it! I need all the information.”

You left your two friends there and went outside where you saw Law, standing next to a black car, waiting for you. You smiled at him and he did the same, giving you a kiss on the cheek again.

“Such a gentleman.” You said when he opened the door for you. “You do that for all the girls you are about to fuck?”

“Only with you baby.” He said and started the car, taking you to his apartment.

The trip lasted about 15 minutes, in that time you were able to learn more about Law. He told you that the band was just a hobby with his school colleagues but that what he really wanted to dedicate himself to was medicine, just like his father. To your surprise, you went to the same university, but the truth is that you didn't remember seeing Law anywhere, neither in the cafeteria nor in the library. On the other hand, you also found out that he had a dog named Bepo but that you wouldn't be able to see him today, although Law suggested that you go another day to meet him. With moments and talks like these you wondered if Law really wanted you just for one night or if he was really trying for something more with you, because the bastard was getting it.

The personal talk ended shortly after entering his apartment, you really couldn't stand the tension between you anymore, the desire to kiss him again, to taste his lips again. That's why once he put your jackets aside, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He follows your rhythm, placing his large hands on either side of your hips, pressing them against him. You could feel how his erection was getting bigger and how you were getting wetter.

“Okay baby.” He said breaking the kiss. “What about going to the bedroom? I don’t mind fucking you here but I want you to feel comfortable.” He said kissing your neck.

“Alright…” You said enjoying the kisses.

He held you in a bride style, you screamed when you saw what he was doing but you were soon shut up by him kissing you again. He left you on the bed, as if you were a fragile doll or something like that. You looked at him, he was taking his shirt off and fuck, his torso had also a big tattoo on it. You squid your thighs, the things this man was making you feel and he didn’t even start doing anything was insane. Your dress had ridden up and left your panties exposed, and you knew Law could see them from where he was standing. He placed his hands on your knees and made you separate them, he began to reach out and tell you how beautiful you were. You couldn't help but blush at his words, you hated that he made you feel that way. He started to take off your panties little by little.

“You're so fucking wet, and all this for me. Oh baby, the things I’m going to do to you tonight.” He said completely removing your panties and throwing them somewhere in his room.

He began to kiss your thighs, getting closer each time to your intimate area which was already completely exposed to him. You were feeling in heaven and they were just kisses, you didn't even want to imagine when he started using his guitarist fingers. It was then when you felt his tongue on you, you couldn't help but moan at that sensation. You covered your mouth, you were feeling so embarrassed at that moment.

“Baby I want to hear you so don’t cover your mouth.” Law spoke as he looked at you, you just nodded.

You moaned again this time when you felt one of Law's fingers caressing your clit. No man had ever made you enjoy sex so much before, usually they wanted to put it in for 5 minutes and go somewhere else. But with Law, god you were enjoying it and he had only used his tongue and one of his fingers.

“Fuck Law…” You moaned harder when you felt another one of his fingers playing with you.

“That’s right baby, let me hear your beautiful voice.” He said while he kissed your collarbone and went down to your breasts, which were still covered by the dress you were wearing. “This dress looked incredible on you but baby I’m taking it off.”

And so you were completely naked before Law, who began to play with your nipples, without stopping fingering you. You were close and Law knew that, that's why it was getting more and more intense. He had inserted another finger and he was making you feel wonderful, it was like his hands were magical.

“Law…” You moaned and humped him against your nipple, you knew you would wake up the next day with marks all over you. “I… I am so close… please Law.”

“That’s it angel, cum for me.” He said, approaching your face and smiling, seeing how tears of pleasure slid down your cheeks. “Cum on my fingers, would you do that?” And you nodded. “That’s my girl, my good girl.” He said and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, but without stopping fingering you.

And you came on his fingers, letting out a moan. Law looked at you with a huge smile on his face as you were still trying to recover from the orgasm you had had. It had been a while since you had an orgasm this good and you had really been exhausted after it.

“Look at you, all fucked up.” I smile and the mole you had on your chest. “I would love to fuck you until dawn, but you look really exhausted angel.”

"You are completely crazy." You spoke with a broken voice. “That was the best orgasm I've ever had.” And Law smiled again, like a child who has been given a lollipop. ”But I think we can fuck…” You said, trying to hide your urge to yawn.

“Baby, I can tell you will pass out any time. You should sleep.”

“But… what about you? “You can’t stay like this.” You said pointing at his crotch.

He denied with his head. “I'll take care of that in the bathroom, now lie down and rest.”

"Why are you doing this? I thought you just wanted to fuck me and that's it…” You looked at him as you covered yourself with the sheets. “Isn't that what musicians do? Fuck a girl at each of his concerts?”

"Well I guess I'm not like that, now go to sleep." He said and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You really are exhausted and at any moment you would fall asleep, but Law had treated you so well that you wanted to make him feel good too. You tried to stay awake but at some point while thinking you fell asleep. It wasn't until late in the morning that you woke up, Law was gone. You decided to put the dress on and go out to see if Law was anywhere. And sure enough, he was in the kitchen with his back to you and revealing his tattoo.

He turns around and looks at you. “It's a shame you didn't take one of my shirts and wear it.” Your cheeks turned red, why did he have to be so flirty and you blush so easily? “Sit down, I'll make you something for breakfast.”

"Law, there's no need, it's late, I better go."

“Then let me take you.” He said putting the coffee cup aside.

You nodded and went to the car together. Your apartment was about 20 minutes from his house. And your phone was full of messages from Nami asking where you were or if you had died, had you sent them the location? You cursed when you realized you hadn't.

"Your friends?" Law asked without taking his eyes off the road.

“Oh… yeah I totally forgot to send them my location yesterday and now they are probably freaking out thinking I’m dead or something.”

Law nodded. “Well I'll get you back in one piece so there was no need to worry.” You smiled at him and sent a message to Nami telling her that everything was fine.

”Thank you for last night and I'm sorry you couldn't…”

“Babe, I already told you, don’t worry. Besides, you deserve to be treated like a queen, to enjoy yourself.”

“What do you mean?” You looked at him confused.

He sighed. “Yesterday when I mentioned that we studied at the same college, I kinda skipped the part where I said that I knew you.”

“Wait, you know me?” You said with surprise. “But how I don’t remember you, I’m pretty sure I would remember if I see someone so handsome.” You really just said that.

He smirked. “Handsome eh? Thank you baby. But yeah… so you know Luffy right?” You nodded of course you knew Luffy, he was in your group of friends. “Well, unfortunately for me I know him too. And he talks a lot, and he once told me how shity your last boyfriend was.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of him. “I knew the guy and when day I saw him with a girl, she was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and the guy was making her cry.” You felt so kind of jealousy although you think you know where this was going. “A week or so later I saw the same girl with Luffy, so I put one and one together, it was the girl that Luffy talked about, you.” He said and looked at you.

“Why didn’t you mentioned, you knew me?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was a creep. It’s not usually very good to say something like: hey so I have a big crush on you, since the moment I saw you and what if we hang out and so on.”

“Yeah it would look like a creep.” You laughed. “I can’t believe Luffy never mentioned you. He is always talking and telling us everything.”

“He probably did… Torao.” He said and pointed at himself and you realized then.

“Oh my god, it’s you.” You laughed. “Luffy really mentions you a lot.”

“Yeah, he is a pain in the ass but he is a nice guy and he really cares about all of you.”

“He really does.” You smiled at the thought.

“So… now you know I had a crush on you for quite some time, are you willing to go on a real date with me?”

“You really are asking me out?” He nodded. “I would love it. But I hope this time I can be the one to pleasure you.” You said with a cocky smile.

“Oh don’t worry darling, next time we go out I will make sure we have all the time in the world, for just the two of us.” He said, smiling.

You wanted to kiss him so badly, this man was going to drive you crazy. That's why you approached his face and kissed his lips, you loved the feeling of his lips on yours.

“We should stop or I won’t let you go to your apartment and your friends will want to kill me.” He said looking into your eyes, you nodded and got out of the car, followed by him. “I will call you.”

“Alright.” You smiled.

He kissed you on the forehead and said goodbye to you. Anyone who saw you at that moment would think that you were 17 years old and had just had your first romantic date, but no wonder Law had made you feel everything in less than 24 hours and you would see him again. You went up to the apartment, meeting Nami and Vivi having breakfast. It didn't take long for Nami to bombard you with questions, while you smiled stupidly and told them everything.

#law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #one piece x reader #law x you #trafalgar law x you

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lovelynim · 3 months

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omggg, congrats on your milestone Fabi, i'm so happy for u <3🪷✨ for the request, uh- may i humbly suggest writing something with lee!Rafayel and ler!Reader? maybe using him as a canvas for real lol- i'm- i'm sorry it's just- ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ🤌🏻

I didn't expect this many Rafayel's fans to show up in such a short amount of time, hahaha

But since you guys want to see him get got so much, who am I to disagree? ~

Also, my apologies to the last anon, but I'm smushing you together with the other two since it's the same characters, hope you don't mind!

Thin, thick, long and soft brushes, all scattered around your canvas. A color palette with different shades of red, yellow and orange, perfect to paint a beautiful sunset. If the canvas in question wasn’t putting so much effort in trying to run away, this would probably be the most peaceful painting session you ever experienced. But as Rafayel, a great and known artist once said, “chaos is a symbol of wisdom, every genius has a messy desk”.

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to have to start all over, Rafayel,” you tease him, keeping a firm grip around his wrists while you drag the paintbrush all the way from his forearm down to his ribs, leaving a light yellow trace behind.

“Sohohomeohohone, hehEHEHelp!! T-thihihis is tohohorturehEHEHE!!” Rafayel cried out as if this was some kind of murder attempt. However, no matter how much he pleaded or begged, his words wouldn’t make it to your heart - not this time, not after testing your patience for so damn long.

You click your tongue, shaking your head, pretending to pity the poor artists. “Torture? This is art, Rafayel. And art is supposed to be felt, right?” You smirked, not caring the least about the fresh drops of paint sliding down your canvas and tainting the floor underneath him. “Now, I think we could use some red here,” you explained calmly while Rafayel watched in horror while you dipped the paintbrush in the red ink and brought it back to your canvas - also known as his bare torso.

“NohoHOHOH!!” He laughed, kicking his feet like a little kid throwing a tantrum, but there was no way you were going to let him go this easy. “Plehehehease! I sahAHahaid I’m sohohorry!”

He twisted and turned his body away, trying to avoid at all costs the brush covered in ink that was dancing over his stomach, tickling his tummy with soft and quick strokes, one after the other, over and over again.

“You should feel sorry for making me work so hard just to paint a little,” you grunted, tightening your grip around his wrists while you circled his navel with the paint brush. With a sadistic look on your eyes, you admired his face - a complete mess of laughter, you could barely tell the drops of paint and the natural blush on his cheeks apart. Cute. “Now, I think we need to add another layer of orange here, the colors are a bit bland…”

“AHahAHAHA, i-it’s goohohohod! N-no mohohore lahahayers!!” He laughed, gasping when you tried to draw a little awkward-shaped sun on his chest. The redness on his cheeks was starting to spread down to his neck, the colors of his skin mixing with the ones from the ink, creating something that actually looked like a sunset - well, maybe if you squint your eyes a little, but still a sunset.

“Ahaha- p-please!” Rafayel wheezed, dropping his head back into the floor tiredly, trying to catch up his breath. His body trembled, tingling all over. “Y-you should let… t-the ink dry before… continuing…”

With the paintbrush still in your hand, you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

#900 followers milestone #milestone event #asks #anon #love and deepspace #love and deepspace tickling #rafayel #reader #rafayel x reader

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99hook · 10 months

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hook x female reader??? reader is ricky starks' cousin and hook falls madly in love with her by is super shy around her at first so he does little cute things like offer her some chips, let her touch his hair, etc

Loved writing this for you! I hope you love it!

Warnings: I mean he’s so shy and sweet and a total simp if that’s a warning?? angst between him and ricky over you 🤭

There was someone he hadn’t seen before following Ricky around. He caught sight of you once and kept stealing glances multiple times after that. He didn’t want to get caught staring so he kept his hood low over his eyes but he couldn’t help himself.

He felt a little nervous when Ricky spotted him leaning up against the wall pretending to look at something on his phone after he snatched his eyes away from you. Ricky headed towards him and you followed, stopping in front of him.

“Hey man” Ricky says as he throws his arm around your shoulders. “This is my cousin, Y/N. She just got signed.” Ricky states proudly. “Y/N, this is hook.”

You were already familiar with him but never saw him in person. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t intimidatingly attractive, what with his dark eyes that stared directly into yours and the smooth, easy smile that spread across his lips, exposing a dimple. He gave you a little wave, feeling awkward when he did it but he tried to avoid that.

“Hey” he grins.

“Hi” you beam back.

You stared back at each other for a couple seconds before Ricky unwrapped his arm from your shoulders. “Hooks been a good friend of mine for a while now. You’ll probably be seeing him around a lot when he’s not hibernating” he teased, earning hooks head to drop.

“Looking forward to that.” You softly spoke, and he felt his cheeks slightly burn when you did.

“Come on, I’m hungry” Ricky said, and that’s when hooks ears perked up. “I was about to go to catering too” he says as he pushes himself off the wall. Ricky waved him along and you tried not to show that you were feeling a little excited that he was tagging along.

He walked beside you, stuffing his phone in his pocket as his arm brushed yours thanks to how narrow the hallway was. “So you’re showing her around?” Hook asks Ricky.

“Yeah, introducing her to people and all that.” He says as you walk between the two of them. “She’s pretty much met everyone except for you. Figured you were lurking in the shadows like you always do when I couldn’t find you last week” he chuckled, making you do the same.

Now he wished he wouldn’t have been sitting in the locker room listening to music after his match last week. Maybe he would’ve met you sooner.

“Damn I hate that.” He says before he actually realized it. That was supposed to stay in his head. Thankfully it didn’t seem like Ricky or you caught it.

“You can go sit down. I’ll bring you something. Hook, you want anything?” Ricky asked as you entered catering.

“Nah man, I’m good.” He shakes his head as he sits down at the first table. You slowly take the seat across from him.

“So” you smile at him, and apparently that smile was contagious. “You’re nicer than you seem on tv”

His heart might have fluttered at the fact that you already knew who he was. He probably should’ve expected that but he didn’t.

“Yeah, I think I am, at least.” He chuckles as he runs his hands through his wild hair. “You uh, gonna be in the ring soon?” He was making conversation, aiming to learn a little more about you, but trying to be discreet about that.

“Next week” you nod, clearly proud to say that. “I’ll be making my debut and I’m so excited. But I’m also nervous.”

“I was too.” He tells you. “I remember calling my mom right before I had my first match and telling her how my heart felt like it was gonna explode. But when you get out there, it’s different. You kind of forget how nervous you were and snap into it. And when it’s over all you want is to do it again.”

You listened intently, taking note of the way he spoke and the eye contact he held the entire time, barely even blinking.

Just then Ricky came back with three slices of pizza, passing them out. “Don’t tell me you’re not hungry, I know you’re always hungry so shut up and eat.” He tells hook who drops his head to hide the laugh.

Ricky sits down next to you and takes a bite, chewing rather aggressively. “You don’t have to eat like that.” You glare when he smacks his lips. “Just eat like a normal person for once.”

Hook chuckled as he took a bite of his pizza.

“I went and got you pizza so quit complaining and eat.” Ricky says with a mouth full. You rolled your eyes but took a bite and felt thankful since you were so hungry.

“So” Ricky breaks the silence after a few moments. “Y/N tell you she’s about to have her first match next week?” He looks at hook who’s eyes keep trying to go back to you but he fights against it and nods. “Yeah, she did.”

“I feel sorry for anyone who steps in the ring with her man. You should see the shit she can do.”

That’s when hook did look back at you and caught the smile across your lips when he said, “I imagine so.”

A couple minutes later, after you were all finished eating, Ricky looked at the time. “Shit, my match is starting soon.” He says. “Come on, I’ll show you where the viewing room is. You can wait for me back there.”

You nodded but wished you didn’t have to leave. You stood up and offered hook a single wave and a smile before you left. He nodded his head and sat there after the seats in front of him were empty, wishing they weren’t.

You were sitting in the viewing room waiting for Ricky’s match to start when the door opened, and to your surprise, in came hook.

“Hey” you greeted him and slid over, making room on the couch.

“Hey” he nodded, sitting down with a little distance between you. “I didn’t have anywhere else to be. My match isn’t for another hour so, I figured I’d watch Ricky’s match too.”

You nodded back, dropping your head to keep from smiling too hard. He adjusted the collar of his hoodie and leaned back against the cushions, then you heard the sound of a bag crumpling and saw that he had pulled a bag of Doritos out of his hoodie pocket.

He ate three before he became self conscious about how loud his chewing sounded. He glanced over at you with your eyes on the screen but you were aware of his gaze.

“You want some chips?” He asked, extending the small bag.

You looked down at it, but shook your head. “Those are my favorite but I’m good. Thank you though.”

He wanted to finish them but he felt so awkward being the only one eating so he folded the bag and stuffed it back in his pocket.

He kept stealing glances of you, wanting to ask you so many questions but he couldn’t get the words out. You were watching the screen with a bunch of questions of your own on the tip of your tongue. You were just a little more confident than he was.

“So I’ve always wondered this, but do you style your hair like that or do you let it just do whatever?” You asked without looking at him. A dust of pink blushed his cheeks and he looked down when he felt it.

“Usually yeah, I just let it do what it wants.” He says as he runs his hands through it. He glanced back over to see you watching as he ran his hands through it and fluffed the roots.

“Can I touch it?” You chuckled, cause it sounded weird to ask. But you always wondered if it was soft and fluffy or if it was more like porcupine spikes.

He smirked and tilted his head towards you, silently giving you the answer.

“Soft” you said as you ran your hand over the ends.

“Did you think it wasn’t?”

“Sometimes it looks a little spiky.” You tell him, and he couldn’t help but to laugh at that.

Just then, Ricky came through the door and you both realized you didn’t even know the match had ended. He stopped as soon as he saw you and hook sitting next to each other and a strange look played on his face.

“Hey again, hook” he deadpanned.

Hook could tell that him being in the room alone with you wasn’t sitting right with Ricky and he wasn’t sure what to say about that. He nodded and stood up. Ricky eyed him for a minute before his eyes fell on you.

“I was gonna let you know I’m going to the weight room if you wanted to come.” But you shook your head.

“Actually I’d rather just stay in here and watch the rest of the show.” You only wanted to see hooks match but you weren’t going to tell Ricky that.

“Alright.” He eyed you. “Well, why don’t you come with me then?” He turned his attention to hook. There was an insinuation to that and it didn’t take a genius to tell it.

“I have a match soon or I would.”

“Your match isn’t for another forty-five minutes. C’mon.” He said, wrapping his arm around his shoulders, giving him no choice as he lead him out the room.

“So, you and my little cousin are getting along it looks like.” Ricky says as they enter the weight room. Hook nods slowly, picking up on the weird energy.

“Yeah, she’s cool.” He casually stated as he grabs a dumbbell and started curling his arm.

“Yeah” Ricky says as he sits on the weight bench, but doesn’t bother actually using it. Hook avoids his stern gaze and keeps his attention on his mini workout.

“She’s a nice girl.” Ricky says, holding his sights on hook. “She’s always been good as gold. She doesn’t need to ruin that now.”

Hook stilled, but didn’t look over at Ricky. “What does that mean?” He asked.

“It means she doesn’t need any distractions. I saw the way you were looking at her. I’m not stupid.”

He thought he’d been discreet but apparently not enough.

“I was just being nice.” He lied, and Ricky clearly didn’t buy it.

“The last thing she needs is to get all tangled up in a fling with anyone in this company. She needs to focus on her career. She’s just getting started and I’m not gonna let you get in the way of that.”

“Why would I do that?” His eyes finally meet Ricky’s. “I mean, I don’t even like her like that, but even if I did and I wanted to be with her, I would never hold her back from anything!”

“I know you, tyler.” Ricky’s use of hooks real name took him back a little bit. “You must’ve forgot that. I know how you are with women.”

“How am I?” Tyler dropped the dumbbell. “I wanna know too, cause I don’t see the issue with me and your cousin even if we did wanna start hanging out or something. What have I ever done wrong? I never disrespect women. I’ve never even been with one the whole time I’ve been in AEW so how would you know how I am with them?”

Ricky’s mouth clamped shut for a moment.

“Exactly.” Tyler stood up, about to leave the weight room before Ricky called after him.

“She’s my cousin, man. My baby cousin. I just don’t want to see her get hurt.”

“Who would hurt her?” Hook spun around. “I sure as hell wouldn’t. And besides, you think I don’t already know that? You think I don’t already know you would beat my ass if I ever hurt her? I get that, but you don’t even have to worry about it because like I told you, I don’t like her like that. I just wanna be her friend and no, I’m not gonna hurt her regardless.”

Ricky eyed hook for a moment after before he nodded stiffly. Hook nodded back as a silent understanding that the conversation was over.

From that point on youd noticed that he was a little more distant than he was that first day you met him. He didn’t talk much when you tried to make conversation with him, unlike before and it confused you.

You had your first match and Ricky was waiting in the gorilla for you when you came back, engulfing you in a hug. “That was awesome, you did fucking fantastic!” He proudly said.

“Thank you” you breathlessly say back. “I’m gonna go shower now, but I’ll meet you in catering.”

And he let you head towards the showers but as you were about to walk around the corner, hook appeared. He looked a little taken back when he saw you and you didn’t know if you should’ve tried to talk to him or not since he’d been giving you short replies so much lately but you did manage to smile at him.

“Congratulations” he says as he pulls one AirPod out of his ear. “I saw it from the viewing room. You did great.”

You smiled from ear to ear and that alone made his heart flutter in his chest. His hands were clammy like they had been getting around you and he wiped them over his green shorts.

“Thank you” you say. “And you were right. I wasn’t nervous when I actually got in the ring”

He nods back. “I told you”

There was a moment of silence and it was making him nervous himself. He felt himself shying away from your soft, wide eyes as he looked down at his feet.

“You have a match?” You asked when you looked at his taped up hands.

“Yeah, in a little bit.” He nods.

“Well I’ll be watching then.” You smile up at him. “Good luck.” You say before you brush past him, running your hand down his bicep.

“Thank you.” He muttered when you were already gone.

You caught him in catering the next week and took the seat across from him. He didn’t notice you because he was looking at his phone but when he felt the tip of your boot tap his under the table he looked up and his lips tipped up in a smile.

“Oh, hey” he said as he pulled the AirPod out of his ear.

“Hey” you smiled back. He looked around the room, no sign of Ricky.

“You’re alone for once” he chuckled.

“Yeah, Ricky has a match right now. I didn’t feel like sitting in the viewing room all by myself so, here I am”

He nodded back and locked his phone. “Feeling a little better about this whole thing yet?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’m ready for my next match but it’s not until next week. I just wanna get back in the ring already, it’s so exciting.”

He has to cover his mouth with his fist to hide the smile on his face as he watches your eyes light up.

“What about you?” You asked. “Do you have a match tonight?”

“Nah, just waiting for my dad so we can head back to the hotel, really.”

“I get that.” You say as you look down at his knuckles tapping against the tables. “I have to wait for Ricky too.”

He nods back and you both fell silent again, until you broke it when you said, “where is the weight room at? I asked Ricky to show me but he never did. I wanna do a couple workouts. I can’t just sit around the arena for hours.” You chuckled.

“It’s uh, down the hall to the right, and then down that hall to the left, and then across that hall.”

You blinked twice at him and he smirked before he pushed the seat back. “I’ll show you” he said as he stood up.

You entered the weight room after taking a bunch of weird and confusing turns and he followed you over to the benches, where you grabbed a dumbbell and held it straight out in your hand.

“So” you said as you stared at his reflection in the mirror you were facing. “Ricky told me you and him talked about me.”

His face instantly flushed when he heard that, hands clamming up in his pocket.

“What did you talk about?”

He wasn’t sure if you already knew and we’re just getting him to tell you or if you really didn’t know. He shifted on his feet and ran his sweaty hand through his hair.

“Uh, nothing really. Just kind of talked. I don’t know.” He shrugged, feeling the nerves set in when your eyes caught his in the mirror.

“Well he’s under the impression that we need to stay away from each other for some reason. Told me I didn’t need to get too close to you, or something, I wasn’t really listening. Didn’t really care. I just told him I can do what I want and I like you, so if I want to be your friend, then I can be your friend.”

He was a little taken back to hear that, but he hid that fact.

“Is that what he was telling you? To stay away from me?” Your eyes stayed on his reflection as he dropped his head.

“Uh, yeah, kind of.”

You scoffed. “He’s always done that to me. He doesn’t want me around anyone. He thinks I’m gonna be influenced to do something bad, like I can’t make choices of my own.”

“He’s just looking out for you, but I get it. If I had a little cousin here, I’d probably feel the same way.” He picks his head up.

“Yeah, I guess.” You say before you set the dumbbell down and turn to face him. “Anything else you two talked about?”

That’s when it was clear to him that you knew the whole conversation. You just wanted him to tell you about it, and he was way too shy to have that kind of confidence even if he wanted to.

“Uh, I mean, kind of but-“ he had to look away from you, or he was gonna be tongue tied.

“Wanna know what him and I talked about?” You decided to ask, catching his attention. “We talked about how he thinks you look at me a certain way and I do the same thing with you. And how he doesn’t think you and I should even be friends but, you know what I told him?”

He swallowed thickly, “what?”

“I told him that if you wanted me, I’d say yes.”

He was astonished and absolutely speechless. His eyes were wide as he stared back at you, so many words rolling around in his brain but nothing came out.

“So, I’m just putting that out there for you.” You smirked as you reached down and grabbed the dumbbell again.

It took him a minute to regain his composure for him to realize the ball was in his court and he was being presented with something that’s been running through his mind for a while now.

Ricky, probably not too happy, but he didn’t think about that when he walked up to you and grabbed the dumbbell from your hand, setting it down on the bench.

His heart was hammering but it was sure when you smiled up at him. His clammy hand grabbed your soft one ever so gently before he tilted his head to the side slightly and leaned in a little closer.

“You really mean that?” His voice was barely above a raspy whisper, and you nodded simply before you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “I do.” You whisper back before he placed a tender, slow kiss to your lips.

“Your cousin might kill me later.” He smirked against you, making you chuckle.

“Not a chance” you whispered back, pulling him closer against you.

#hook aew #hook #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #send hook

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izzy2210 · 1 year

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ok I made this post and @steddieas-shegoes urged me to write this so here you go! :)

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Steve's at Eddie’s trailer. When he picked up the kids at that game of theirs, Eddie proposed they hung out without the mongrels, and he agreed. He called beforehand, Eddie knows he’s coming but still, he’s nervous. His fist’s been hovering over the door for a good while. He breathes in once more, and knocks.

He hears Eddie rummaging through the trailer’s walls, until he opens the door. “Hi Stevie!” He bows dramatically, and gestures for him to come in. Eddie’s wearing this band T-shirt, but it has been washed so much you can’t see the logo anymore. He has his hair in a bun, and Steve knows he’s staring, but he just can’t seem to look away. When he finally tears his eyes away, he looks around the trailer, expecting Eddie’s uncle somewhere. “Your uncle isn’t here?” “Nah. He has to work today. What, you wanted to hang out with him instead of me?” He pouts, and laughs right after. Steve laughs with him, and can’t help but look at those dimples.

“I was thinking we could get high a bit. Your house isn’t that far away, and if you’re really in no state to drive, you could just stay here. Or do you have work tomorrow?” He leads him through the organised chaos, and towards his bedroom. “I don’t have work. We could get high.” “Great! You seem like you could use it, you’re so tense.” He laughs again, and massages Steve’s shoulders. He’s touching me.. Steve thinks, before shaking his head like an Etch-A-Sketch.

Eddie collapses on his bed, and pats the space next to him, but not before he’s turned on some music. It’s metal, Steve’s pretty sure, but not the ear-shattering one. It’s nice. “C’mon, I think I have some joints somewhere.” He says while rummaging through one of the drawers. He lights one, takes a drag, and passes it to Steve.

He isn’t inexperienced, he’s had weed before. Come on, he’s had worse before. But it’s different when he’s sitting next to Eddie. He didn’t eat enough today, definitely didn’t drink enough today, so he’s a bit of a lightweight. He lays down on the bed, and it’s all Eddie, all so Eddie. The smell of him, mixing with the weed, which is also Eddie. It’s just a bit too much. He’s had another drag, and passes it to Eddie again. “I feel like you’ve already had some before I came here.” He notices. “No shit. Not gonna lie, big boy, I was a bit nervous.” That makes Steve laugh.

“Nervous? Pff. Of course.” “Nah man, I’m serious. It’s not every day the king of Hawkins High is in your bedroom. At least not for me.” He laughs. “Ah I hate when people say that. King of Hawkins High my ass. I wasn’t king of anythin’, just pretending to be. When I fell off Billy took the throne. Not the king anymore, Eds.” His vision’s getting that good blur, the nice one. He looks left of him, and sees Eddie’s laying on his back as well. When did that happen? “Well, it’s not every day I have Steve The Hair Harrington in my bedroom. At least that’s still true. Damn, I really wanna feel it right now.” Steve almost swallows the joint he’s holding between his lips. “What?” “I bet your hair feels fucking soft, man. Just wanna..” He moves, and his hand is really in Steve’s hair, he’s not dreaming.

He’s moving it now, gently rubbing his scalp, and Steve would say how weird this is, but he’s high out of his fucking mind, and it also feels kinda nice. “Mmh.” He says instead. “You like that, sweetheart?” “Mhm.” “Good, ’cause that was really scary for me.” He giggles. “You have no idea how scary this is for me, man.” Steve admits. “Huh?” “I’m actually not supposed to say this, Robin’s gonna get so mad that she wasn’t here for it, but fuck it. I’ve had like a massive crush on you since Watergate, Eds. Like, like this big.” He spreads his arms as far as he can get them, hitting Eddie in the process. “Sorry, Eds. ‘S just.. ‘S just so fucked up, ‘cause I’m supposed to end up with a nice lady, and settle down in a nice town, and do fuck all for the rest of my life. But I don’t wanna.” Eddie starts breathing again. “Holy shit.” He says. “Holy shit.” Steve repeats.

“Who says you have to end up with a lady?” Eddie manages to say, fiddling with a strand of Steve’s hair. “Fuckin’ everyone, Eds. Especially my dad.” “When’s the last time you saw your dad?” “Before whole Hawkins went to shit.” “Steve, that’s two months ago.” “I know.” He reaches for the chain on Eddie’s pants, twirling the cool metal around his fingers. “I like this.” He says, giving it a good tug, and then letting it go.

“You do?” “Yes. The whole..” He gestures vaguely. “Shebang you got going on there. I like it. Suits you. ‘S pretty.” He rests his hand on Eddie’s thigh. “You’re pretty.” Eddie smiles. “Thanks.” Steve smiles as well. “Pretty boy.” “I think that’s the first time someone’s said that without it being an insult.” “Glad I’m the first one, pretty boy. Pretty Steve.” He chuckles. “Do you really think I’m pretty?” “Of course I do.” It’s silent between them for a while, the tape whirring to a stop.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Eddie sighs happily, lighting another joint.

“Of course I do.”

He takes a hit of the joint, and rolls over, the smoke still in his mouth. He raises his eyes, to say may I? And Steve nods. He breathes out a little, the smoke hitting Steve’s lips, and he opens them, inviting the smoke and Eddie in. They kiss, and Steve inhales at the same time, it’s making him lightheaded in the best way possible. Eddie tastes like weed, of course, but also like something else. Eddie, Steve realises. Was it ever so simple? Eddie tastes like Eddie.

Their lips separate, and Steve breathes out, or sighs, he’s not sure. Eddie gives him time, but as soon his lungs aren’t filled with smoke anymore, he crashes their lips together, holding Steve’s face with both hands. “Eddie..” He mutters, moans, inside his mouth. “Fucking hell, Steve. You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Steve chuckles, still so close to his lips he can taste the weed. “I fucking better be.”

They kiss and smoke and talk some more, until Steve realises it’s 1 AM. “Shit, I should go home.” He prepares to stand up, but Eddie’s strong hand pushes him back down on the bed. “Stay. Please. I told you you could.” “I don’t have anything to sleep in.” “You can borrow my shit.” “Huh. Thanks.” “No worries sweetheart. Can I get another kiss before you leave me here to be touch starved for a whole entire two minutes?” He pouts, and Steve laughs, he thinks he’s getting the hang of this. “Of course, my precious Edward.” He says, and Eddie laughs.

When he changed into Eddie’s pyjamas, he crawls back in bed, where Eddie’s laying, his arms stretched out, his hair like a crown around his head. “C’mere sweetheart.” He does as Eddie says, curling up against his chest. “You are so high.” He giggles. “No you.” He nods, and buries his face in the washed out shirt. It smells like Eddie, he’s surrounded by it. All sound and feeling seems to be duller, only that smell sticking around. “Would it be weird to say I love you now?” He wonders out loud. Eddie’s breath falters. “I wouldn’t mind.” “Well. I love you, then.” “Oh sweetheart.” He giggles. “I love you too.”

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bi-bats · 7 months

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trick or treat!! 3-sentence fic or wip sneak peak? (up to u!)

HELLOOOOO MY BELOVED!! HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNNNN

For YOU I have a snippet of the one shot I'm working on that was like. supposed to be a drabble for the prompt you sent me and has gotten. long. lmao.

also it's going to be a fic with smut in it and I haven't even gotten to the smut yet and it's already 2.5k words lmao

so here my TRIUMPHANT RETURN TO WRITING JAYTIM

~ ✨ ~

“Do you… well… I mean… I could give you a massage?”

Jason blinks at him.

“Did… I’m sorry. Did you just say you could give me a massage?”

Tim’s face burns furiously hot. What does he say, no?

Well. He kind of wants to say no, actually. Maybe he can just gaslight his way out of this one—

No, no. Jason heard.

Damn.

He tries to say yes, but it tilts up into a question at the end.

“Yes?”

Jason blinks at him, and Tim’s skin feels too tight. The material of the couch is suddenly itchy on the back of his arms, but the heat on his face distracts him from it. Mostly.

“…Okay.”

There’s a stutter in Tim’s breathing, the slightest hitch between in and out, right after Jason answers. It’s unnoticeable.

If you aren’t a bat.

Jason raises an eyebrow, because of course he fucking noticed.

Tim can’t just sit there while Jason looks at him like that, so he moves.

He shifts forward on the couch, scooting an inch or two closer and waving his hands in what he hopes is a gesture indicating ‘turn around so I can rub your shoulders’ and not ‘I have no idea what to do with my hands right now this is so awkward why did I offer this oh my god’.

He’s probably fine. The gesture for that would have had more flapping.

Probably.

It still takes Jason a second to get in gear. He shrugs, tilting his head to the side in a way that says something like ‘eh, why not’, which isn’t exactly what Tim had been hoping for when offering to touch a guy he’s had a crush on since he knew what crushes were, but he’s letting Tim do it, so it’s better than rejecting—

Jason slides his shirt off in a smooth motion, reaching over the back of his head to grab the neck of it and tug it off.

It’s like one of those fucking thirst trap reels on Instagram.

Tim was just watching him move over on the couch while his thoughts went on a little spiral, and then Jason reached for the back of his shirt, and bam.

The lights drop, the music starts, the speed slows down, and Tim can see every ripple in the muscles of Jason’s forearm, every inch of skin revealing as he lifts the shirt, every angle of the dips in his spine, every scar, every scab, every damn freckle — for god’s sake, he can even see about a half an inch of elastic above the top of his pants.

It’s red.

Of course it’s red.

Tim takes a deep breath, trying to disguise it by shifting closer to Jason, who’s sitting with his back to Tim, his arms threaded through the shirt in his lap.

He can do this. He can do this.

It’s just a massage.

“Come on, Timbo. Let’s see what those scrawny fingers got.”

Tim lets out an exasperated scoff, and Jason’s shoulders shake two or three times as he chuckles.

He considers digging an elbow into Jason’s spine, just to be an asshole, but he has a better plan.

He’s going to wow him. It’s going to be the best damn massage in his life.

Scrawny fingers, Tim grumbles in his head as he places his hand down on Jason’s left shoulder.

Immediately, Jason flinches and lets out a noise of surprise, and Tim flinches back because he’s surprised.

Great start.

“Jesus fuck, your fingers are like ice!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Tim mutters, even though he isn’t, not really. Still, he rubs his hands together quickly, just a few times to get some of the cold out of them.

He puts his hands back on Jason’s shoulders, and Jason stiffens, but he doesn’t flinch away this time.

Okay. Good.

Tim starts applying pressure, rubbing up and down the muscles, and after a few moments, it’s easier to shift into a more clinical headspace, even with the warmth of his skin seeping through Tim’s fingers.

“Where is it bothering you?” he asks.

“Oh, uh. By my spine. And…” Jason pauses for a moment while Tim’s palm digs into the meat of his shoulder, and when he resumes speaking, his voice is a little higher. “…my neck.”

Tim nods, letting his palm dig in again. He wishes he had lotion or something. Jason’s skin drags against his every time he moves his hand, and it’s uncomfortable. Also, Jason’s skin is warm, flushing pink under the area he’s been rubbing, and… a little bit up his neck, too actually. The tips of his ears are pink, Tim realizes as he works his way up to the crook of Jason’s neck.

He digs his thumb into the muscle right by the top of Jason’s shoulder, and he’s just starting to lose himself in it when he hears a breathy noise, almost like…

No. No, Tim’s making shit up. Jason did not audibly moan. Tim is putting things where he wants them to be, because that’s what he wants.

On the next roll of his palm, Jason says, “Ngh, Christ, Tim.”

With Tim’s hand frozen on his shoulder, he can feel the way Jason tenses, has a front row seat to the burst of color across his neck.

Thank god they’re in Jason’s apartment. In Jason’s living room. With Jason’s cameras recording. He doesn’t have to memorize the way that sounded coming out of Jason’s mouth.

No, he can go hack into his files and save it as a clip and then back it up on three separate servers, and then also a hard drive, and maybe also on a USB in a lockbox buried in the woods somewhere, because he doesn’t think he can live another moment of his life without having access to the way his name sounded coming out of Jason’s mouth.

“Sorry,” Jason mutters, and he sounds… meek? It’s weird, but Tim doesn’t think he’s ever heard Jason sound shy.

“No worries,” Tim says, feeling like he’s regained some ground.

“You can… make noise,” Tim adds.

Immediately, he feels like he’s lost that ground.

Jason clears his throat a little. “No, it’s — it’s fine, I’m good. You can, uh. Keep going.”

A grin tugs across his mouth as he resumes his massage, listening to the way Jason’s breathing is getting heavier.

“I thought my fingers were scrawny?”

#batwrites #batsasks #☁️ eidoloony #jaytim #jaytim fic #writing snippet

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ametrictonofaudacity · 1 year

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Can you write a part 2 to your yandere joker fic?

Absolutely! Also I am so insanely flattered, I’ve never had someone ask for a part 2 before eeee

Yandere Platonic Joker x GN! reader!

Warnings: This is a yandere work, and as such contains themes of violence, abuse, manipulation and drugging. As this is the Joker, it will most likely be darker than my usual works!! Enjoy!!

You wake up with a leg that practically burns, and when you glance down, you see that your thigh had been wrapped in white gauze, which had been stained red by your own blood. It was weirdly well done for a madman. You wondered if Joker had made one of his henchmen do it.

Moving your leg makes it hurt, so much so that you gasp when the burning pain arches up your leg. You hadn’t been given any painkillers. Which wasn’t great when you had a stab wound, in an area with already existing nerve damage. You hope there isn’t any long term nerve damage, or damage to the muscles, or tendons.

“Okay. Okay just.. focus. You’ve been kidnapped by a madman who thinks you’re obsessed with him. Things could be worse.” Your voice cracks with hysteria, and you wince, shaking your head. You had to get your act together. You would prefer not to be another of the Joker’s long list of victims.

You glance around, and your stomach drops. The room is.. a room? It had clearly been outfitted from some sort of warehouse, with high ceilings and beams that crisscrossed, which made sense, you guess. Not a lot of people in Gotham would be willing to rent an apartment to the Joker.

The most damning thing, however, is the paintings, everywhere. Piled in the corner, leaned against the wall, some handing crookedly from nails. All with acidic green eyes or pale skin or a suit with the wrong colors. All yours.

You think you’re going to throw up. You don’t.

Your head snaps to the sound of a door handle, and you watch as it’s pushed open, heart racing. The old hinges shriek and groan.

“Hey! So.. what do ya think? Neat, right! Got all your paintings, right here, in a fun little gallery! Isn’t it great?!” Joker’s eyes never leave your face. You aren’t sure what it looks like, with how much pain you were in and your brain struggling to process much of anything but you feel your expression twist.

“Five out of five stars.” Your voice drips with sarcasm, and Joker laughs, a high pitched maniacal giggle that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You two were playing a game now, you knew, and Joker knew all the rules and could change them as he pleased. “Where are we?”

“Ah, ah, ah! No trying to pry any information out of me, I learned aalll the tricks from Batsy.” He chides, practically skipping to your bedside. You want to jerk away, but moving your leg sends a rush of pain so harsh it makes your vision go white.

“I don’t think I know nearly as many tricks as Batman.” You deadpan.

“It’s okay! You’re interesting in a different way.” Joker snorts, glancing at your damaged leg to the paintings to your face. You aren’t sure what he sees. “Although I don’t know why you would be talking to Batsy.”

He sounds almost.. jealous? Giddy? You can’t place it, and you don’t want to, and you measure your words carefully before you speak. Joker was a time bomb, almost literally, and any little thing could set him off.

“I never actually talked to him. He and the baby bats just stalked me for a while when you broke out of Arkham.”

“Hmph. Wants to keep you all to himself, now that not fair.” He huffs, and he slings an arm around you, pulling you close. The sudden movement jolts your leg, and the ragged gasp it tears from you practically echoes in the air.

You try not to freeze when you see the unhinged light in his eyes. You don’t think you manage.

“Did you ever talk to Batsy?” The sudden change in topic is.. discomforting, and you shake your head. You can’t think of anything to say.

“He showed up in your sketchbook a lot. All heroic poses and big shadows, it was so boring, really. I’m a much better subject to draw, don’t you think?”

His hand lands on the white bandages, and then he presses down.

You howl in pain, going to twist away, but he is deceptively strong, and keeps you there, even as you kick at him and try to pry his hand off your wound.

“Yes! You’re better to draw!” You gasp out, and he stops, grinning. You’d think that the bandage would be redder, or damaged. It isn’t.

“Good! I don’t like sharing my besties.” He laughs, and hums, glancing at your face. You’re shaking, and pale, you know. “It does suck your hurt though. We can’t do anything fun until you’re healed.” He huffs, sprawling back and dragging you with him.

“APPARENTLY we’re going to have postpone the trip to Ace Chemicals.” He huffs. “I was so looking forward to it, too.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, leaden. Ace Chemicals. Birthplace of the Joker, of Harley Quinn. A toxic cesspit of chemical waste and madness.

“I’m sure we can find something to pass the time. Now! Why don’t we get to painting, yeah? You’ve got a whole studio!”

Joker hops up, and when you take the paint brush from him, it’s already dripping with a toxic green. You paint, numbly, not really paying attention.

You would have to escape before your leg healed. Or Joker won his game.

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere x reader #yandere dc #yandere platonic x reader #yandere platonic joker

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soup-14 · 2 years

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Five x reader blurb

I just expect new Five fanfics to be written and there for me every second of the day.

Not like there’s actual people thinking of and writing these ideas 🙄😩

Not like it also takes me like a week to write a one shot 😭

So here's a Five x reader thought to ease my brain.

Tags: platonic Klaus, romantic Five, fluff, angst ig, some silly moments.

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Imagine getting separated from him in the 60’s and that moment when you all reunite and you see him again.

For him it’s only been a couple days

For you it’s been years.

When you fell into that alley way you were incredibly distraught. Not unfamiliar with the act of time travel, but Five or another commission partner was always there. You were alone, stranded in a different place and time, stuck in a younger body. The things that could happen.

You searched for any sign of the date. Newspapers, posters. It was 1961.

You’d wandered around that alley for hours. Waiting for someone else to show up.

You gave up after a while, deciding to ask strangers for help. How would any of them help you find your strange time scattered family.

You spotted a flyer, a flyer with a familiar face on it… Klaus. Looks like he was a messiah or something. You wouldn’t question it. You just knew you had to find him.

You hitched a ride, and found yourself at a big mansion. You don’t know how long Klaus had been here but damn he’s moved up in the world.

You wandered into the large house looking for him. People in light turquoise tunics were everywhere. One woman stopped you in the main foyer. “Welcome traveler, are you here to join us in our endeavors?” She asked. “Um- I’m looking for Klaus.” You held up the flyer. “The prophet! Yes, he’s right this way.”

The woman led you to a bedroom in the back of house. She pushed open the double doors to reveal the man you’d been looking for, bent over in downward dog.

The woman cleared her throat “Prophet? There’s someone here for you.”

Klaus rose from the floor and turned to face you. As soon as he saw you a bright smile plastered his face. He let out a breathy chuckle and clasped his hands together. “Y/n! You’re here!” He held his hands out and walked towards you. “Oh it’s been so crazy, when did you get here?” He asked placing his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s good to see you Klaus, I’m glad I found at least one of you idiots. I’ve been here since like yesterday. I uh, saw your flyer.”

“Mm yeah those…” said Klaus. “I got here like a year ago. Tricked some rich old lady.” Klaus giggled.

“We should find the others.”

“What? Why?” Klaus whined. “I’m having a good tiimeee. And besides some of them might not even be here yet. I’m sure Five will come collect us when the world is ending… again.”

“Five.” You say.

“Oh yeah… I don’t know if he’s here yet babe. Don’t go hurting yourself looking for him though, you know him… he’ll find us.” Klaus says in his melodic way.

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When Diego showed up at the mansion to collect you and Klaus- or rather Ben- apparently. It was safe to say you were ecstatic. Diego didn’t have a lot of time to explain, but he did say that Five had found a way to get back to 2019.

Ben had some “unattended ghost business” to attend to so you sat around waiting for him for a good 10 minutes. Anxiously biding your time, shaking your leg, biting your nails. Five always told you to top doing that.

You hadn’t seen him in two years. You were shamed to admit that sometimes you would forget about what happened before ending up in 61. Maybe Klaus’ cult lifestyle really was calming the mind.

You don’t even know if Five missed you as much as you did him. You don’t know how long he’s been here, but the only thing on your mind is how you can’t wait to see him.

———

Klaus/Ben dragged you out the front door of the mansion, leaving the cult behind. No goodbyes, no last words of wisdom. Except for something from The Backstreet Boys.

The two of you rushed all the way to town and to the shop Diego told you to meet at.

Klaus stumbled into the alley way, struggling against himself, smacking himself in the face, shoving himself around. He ended up projectile vomiting across the ground, and whining on his knees.

Five yelled at him and threw the briefcase into the air as it went off. Their best chance of escape- gone.

Five; blinded by his rage didn't seem to notice you standing at the end of the alley.

“It was a simple task!” He complained, “meet me here within the time I told you, and we all get our real lives back! But no! Of course only two of you show up!”

“Three, actually.” You say, walking down the alley towards Five.

He turns towards the sound of your voice. His eyes grow wide for a second and a quick smile spreads on his lips. Your name comes out soft and breathy, as if he can’t believe you’re really there.

A grin is plastered across your face, and your eyes water at the sight of him. Your steps towards him quicken and his do as well. He meets you halfway and blinks right up to you, arms already open. You crash right into his arms, grip the back of his blazer, and bury your head into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his familiar scent and release a shaky sigh.

“I missed you.” You mumble.

“I missed you too. Are you okay? Not hurt? How long have you been here?” Five bombards you with questions as he pulls away and examines your face in his hands.

“Two years, I got here in 61.”

“I'm so sorry.” Five whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"It's not your fault. I found Klaus so it was... slightly bearable." you chuckled softly. "How long have you been here?" You ask.

"I got here just a few days ago." Five says.

"Well I'm glad I found you." you say, hugging Five tighter.

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(AN: Next I present to you random dialogue from this story line that I don't want to fully write out into a detailed scenario)

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"Y/n, sweetheart, for the itching." Five says while handing you the bottle of baby powder.

"Itching? There's itching?" Questions Luther. Five ignores him.

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"Can't wait to meet our old selves, it's going to be so weird." You say.

"Focus y/n, we just have to get that briefcase." Five says.

"Yeah fine, you're already paranoid without the psychosis." You say.

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"Who the hell are you?" Asks old Five.

"Who do you think, dumb ass?" Says old y/n.

Old Five looks back and forth between the two y/ns.

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As young and old Five beat the crap out of each other, and occasionally Luther; "Boys." old y/n sighs, wiping sweat from their brow and shifting uncomfortably. "Tell me about it." Says young y/n itching, eyes shifting around paranoid. "Just wait till you meet the rest of his brothers."

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On the farm after Five kills The Handler;

Five lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he watched the last Swede walk away. He turns around and blinks to where you stand. He takes you into his arms and holds you close. You hold him back, although a bit confused.

"What happened Five?" You whisper. You're familiar with Five, and with time travel. You figured he used his power to fix something that happened.

"You died." He mutters quickly, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Ah." You pause. "And you saved me." you reassure him.

He sighs and pulls away. He presses a kiss to your cheek and rests his nose against your temple. "Let's get out of here yeah? Let's go home."

"Yeah, let's go."

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Well that starting as something and then turned into something else. I just have a Five deficiency.

I hope you enjoy whatever the hell this turned out to be.

Um I'm not like taking requests officially but if you have an idea I can try to write it within like a week T-T

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua klaus #tua five #tua imagine #five hargreeves #five x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves one shot #five hargreeves x reader #number five #five x you #aidan gallagher #klaus hargreeves

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yoongis-black-grilfriend · 2 years

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Only You.

Someone sent in a request asking me to write more Elvis so here you go let me know if this is good!

Summary: You get jealous and try to leave Austin! Elvis.

Warnings: Angst (in the beginning), SMUT, Elvis is kind of toxic in this, dark content? Knife play (the reader gets fucked with a knife), Oral (female receiving) and passing out (from pleasure).

Slamming the door behind you, you race up stairs to your shared bedroom with your boyfriend Elvis. You pick out a bag and try to shove as many things as you could that would last you a couple of days.

You were so done with him as you angrily shoved your belongings into your pink duffle bag moving fast when you heard him close the door behind him. “C’mon sweetness there is nothing to be upset about, I was just being friendly” rolling your eyes you move to your bathroom, picking up your skin and body care and putting that into your bags as well.

When you step out back into the room Elvis is there waiting for you to go out of the bathroom you walk past him making sure to bump your shoulder with his. He barely felt it but that didn't stop him from chuckling while shaking his head side to side.

“You really are something, you know that?” you don't know what he's talking about and quite frankly you really don't care. “If i’m not like this with my fans they're going to lose interest with me and they're going to think that I don’t care for them” he said tiredly trying to reason with you.

For years you had put up with him flirting with other women in front of you, he would compliment them, and play into their little fantasies and you would go along with it because you thought “why would I want to ruin the relationship with his fans with seeing how close he is with them” but tonight is where you draw the line.

Not only did this man have the nerve to kiss damn near every woman in the crowd he also had the nerve to try to kiss you after! Sighing you look at him “Look I'm just going to go to a friend's house for a few days and then I'll see where my head is at and then we'll talk, but right now I really don’t want to speak to you.”

He perked up when he heard you mention that you were going to leave and barely noticed that you had bags packed on your shared bed. He wasn't going to let you leave he knew you like the back of his hand. If you step foot out of this house he knew there was going to be a chance you would never return and he was not going to let that happen.

Shaking his head he grabbed your bags and started to dump everything from inside them. “Your not fucking leaving me y/n were going to talk about this like adults” Tears sprung in your eyes he was not going to make this easy for you. “Elvis let me go I don’t want to be with you right now” he continued to throw his tantrum “Just let us talk about this please! I-” he was interrupted by the sound of a horn beeping outside.

You freeze. You didn't think your friend was going to come this quickly but you're glad he was because you needed to get away from this man before you actually started to consider staying.

Elvis looks out the window and into the driveway turning to you he asks “Who is in our driveway right now y/n?” you chose to stay quiet “WHO THE FUCK IS OUR DRIVEWAY Y/N” he moved toward you the closer he got the more you moved until your back hit the wall.

Elvis looked enraged; he had a vein in his forehead that looked like it was about to pop and his face was so red. He laughed deeply like he genuinely thought this was funny looking into your eyes. He stops, gives you a quick peck on the lips and leaves making his way down stairs. You take off after him knowing what he is about to do probably wasn't going to be good. You reach the bottom of the stairs and you see him in the kitchen. You were confused until you saw him bring out a kitchen knife trying to make his way into the door.

“You always have people come in between us y/n, why can't you just let us be happy?”, “Your about to cause this poor boy his life ALL BECAUSE YOU CAN”T ACCEPT US” you shook your head “This is not because of me this is because your deranged and you like to WHORE yourself out to your fans!” he was not about to spin this around on you when he was the one that started this.

Continuing you walk up to him, your chest touching. “Look at you, you're about to kill someone because they're picking me up, but you can go on stage and have full on makeout sessions with random women and expect me to not react?” he looks down at you taking in your words he knows you're right but in his mind he still can’t let you go.

Grasping your face with his hands you can feel the cold metal of the knife pressing in your cheek “Baby I know, I understand what you're saying I really do but the way I do things is the way we can afford this lifestyle, it provides us with food, shelter, and things that make us happy. I know you don’t like sharing me with anyone else and I understand but you have to realize that these women mean absolutely nothing to me. I do all of this so I can take care of you and my family”

Mr. Elvis Presely deserves an award for the way he convinces you not to walk out on him. You really, really wanted to continue to argue with him because there were definitely flaws in his statement but it has come to a point where you don’t care because you're just so meantally exhausted and drained and you also know that wherever you go he will follow. What would the point be in running if you were just going to crawl right back to him no matter what?

This man was your first everything and he was going to make sure he was the last. Sighing you blink a couple of times trying to distract yourself from the desperate look in his eyes. “Please forgive me baby, please”. He bent his head into your neck giving your open mouth kisses muttering apologies between each one. He trails the knife down your face making your breathing speed up causing your stomach to erupt in pleasure.

Stopping at your breast he pushes the tips of the knife into the fabric of your shirt and cuts off the whole thing. Reaching down he starts to nibble on the flesh, taking the knife and reaching behind you cutting your bra straps off. “Oh Elvis please do something” you whined moving your hips against nothing hoping to get any type of friction.

All you have left on is your skirt and you really hoped he would not cut this one up because you actually liked it. He must have read your mind because he was still dragging the knife against your body and had the tip of the knife to your abdomen. Setting the knife down he pulls your skirt down revealing your glistening clit. “Oh my god Mama you are so wet and pretty down here”. You throw your head back when you feel him leaving soft kisses on your clit. Looking up at you he can see light bruises on your neck and breast some of them old some of them new. He stops for a quick second and stands up grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch in your living room.

Elvis pushes you slightly onto the couch with you in the middle cushion and gets down on his knees once again. Wrapping his arms around your ass he pushes you to the very edge of the couch and spreads your legs all the way open. You breathe heavily when the cold air bushes across your clit.

Sticking his tongue out your boyfriend licks one stripe of your pussy before he dives all the way in nose deep in your pussy. “Fuck Elvis your making me feel so good my love” you buck your hips into his face making his eyes roll back in his head over the wounderful taste of your juices all over his face, Reaching to the side of him he pulls the knife out and circles the handle againset your cunt You moan at the foriegn feeling but let out a gasp as he eases it into you.

Tears prick at your eyes at the delicious feeling of the cold object hitting the inside of your abdomen. Elvis goes lapping at your clit as he feels you shake at the simulation. His eyes take in your body and land on your lower stomach and he sees that the handle of the knife is stabbing against your lower stomach. Detaching his lips from your clit he attaches it to the part of stomach that holds the outline of the piece of steel and leaves open mouth kisses on it without a doubt leaving more marks and with you a wet stomach.

Making his way down he once again attacks your clit and meets the pace of your hips with the knife leaving a few scratch wounds here in there due the tip of the knife being near his revealed chest but he didn’t care he liked the pain and he liked pleasing you more. He sucks and flicks his tongue faster as he knows you're about to cum soon.

Your eyes are closed, your skin is hot and your body is shaking violently as you feel the handle hit your cervix over and over again along with Elvis' tongue hitting that perfect spot. With three more thrust of the knife and the tip of Elvis tongue the pleasure snaps like water breaking out of a dam as you feel yourself squirting everywhere. On the couch, your stomach, and to his pleasure Elivs face. He moves the knife inside you still chasing after your orgasm you weakly try to stop him but you can’t because soon after your vision fades to black.

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uglyfish3rman · 6 months

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Steve x reader pizza date night

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Warnings: speaking of child hood once, mention of alcohol, Idk if I’ve missed anything please message me!

This is also my first thing I’ve written in ages (I used to be a wattpad writer in late 2020-21😭😭) so excuse any mistakes or bad writings just had a cute scenario with this!!

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It was a quiet rainy day in Hawkins, Indiana. Steve and you were making homemade pizza from scratch in your kitchen. You had an idea on both making heart shaped pizzas which Steve quickly agreed to. You kneaded the dough with your palms and knuckles, beginning to shape it into a heart shape as best as you could, once the base was formed you added some tomato ketchup to the pizza, smearing it with a spoon.

“Aw look at you trying to impress me with your dough art?”

Steve teased with a chuckle as he leaned over to your side of the counter to grab more flour. You swatted his hand away knowing what he was trying to do, at the start when yous had gathered ingredients for the pizza, Steve thought it’d be funny to start smearing flour all over your nose and cheeks, you never got the chance to wash it off so you stood there making your heart shape pizza with your nose and cheeks covered in flour slightly.

“Hush, don’t you even start or I’ll add more to your face.”

She threatened with a giggle and a point with her finger towards him, yes she was maybe serious but not exactly, his brown doe eyes blinked back softly towards her as he laughed, his face was also smeared with flour from her when she got her revenge on him.

“Make me.” He grinned holding out a finger which had flour on it pressed to the pad of his finger, he dangerously leaned towards your face ready to smear the flour on your nose again. Steve elbow hits yours a little causing you to almost ruin your heart shape pizza as you tried to add toppings.

“Steve for fucks sake your gonna ruin me making the pizza.” She said in an annoyed tone.

“Or maybe-…” He trails off as he stands a little closer next to you, his eyes fixed on you and your hands as you grab the cheese in the small bowl to sprinkle on your pizza.

“Maybe, I could ruin something else.” He winked dramatically, you could already feel the heat spread to your cheeks at the thought, you rolled your eyes playfully as you replied back to his comment.

“Both you and I know you already ruin me everynight.” You calmly said with a smirk as you continued to calmly add pepperoni onto your heart shaped pizza now, from the corner of your eye you could see him swallow hard at the sudden comeback, he quickly regained him self and spoke once again. “Damn right I do.” He teased with his signature flashy smile. “Don’t get too ahead of your self mr ruiner.” You teased back with the new nickname for him. He leaned over and began to take some mushrooms from the bowl next to you to sprinkle on your pizza.

“At least I can control my self.” He mumbled under his breath which you heard. “Mhm.” You sarcastically hummed as you handed him the bowl with mushrooms for him to take. “Rude.” He commented on your hum as he sprinkled the sliced mushrooms on his heart pizza. “You know I’m just kidding right?” He said after a moment of silence, your face was concentrated on perfecting your heart shape pizza while sprinkling the left over toppings you loved. You didn’t exactly replied to focused on perfecting your art. He shakes his head while looking at you with those brown eyes of his, a strand of his hair falling slightly over his eyes. He smiles to himself while continuing to occasionally look at you making your pizza.

“So what’s your end goal here? Why did you even want to make heart shape pizzas in the first place Hm?” He curiously asked. “Well-“ you trailed off hesitating to actually say the reason. He raises his brow and asks again. “Well what? It means something clearly right? Doesn’t it?” He asked curiously once again, it’s as if he could read you. “It’s just fun I guess.” You replied not exactly telling him the full why. “Ah. Come on, it’s okay to be sentimental around me, you know that.” He nudged ur elbow gently to get you to look at him for a second. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you looked up at him, he was a little taller than you, by a few cms only, which he always teased you about.

“Okay fine, but don’t make fun of me, this is going to sound insane, it’s just something I’ve always imagined you know doing in the future with my boyfriend. Like you, and I guess it’s like healing my inner child or something I don’t know- I didn’t even make any sense just ignore that-“ you nervously rambled. He smiled softly at you before saying. “Babe? Hey- chill I know what you mean, and I’m not making fun of you. Plus you’re not insane. You can come to me anytime you know that, right?” He softly spoke to reassure you, the gentleness in his voice could make you melt on the spot. You don’t know what else to say but just nod as you began to finish decorating your pizza.

You quickly change the subject when you see Steve finishing his pizza as-well. “Time to put them in the oven?” You asked looking at him and his pizza. “Sure.” Steve replies getting his and your pizza on the tray and sliding them into the oven. He turns the dial for the heat and leaves them to bake. You and Steve sat on the counter in silence for what seems like five minutes, enjoying each others company before he starts speaking again. “Seriously though, you know you can talk to me right?” He asked nervously making sure you knew you could talk to him whenever. “I know Steve.” You reassured. “Good.” He quietly said, patting his knees. After a couple minutes of just talking about their plan for later the night, they’re date night. The oven timer dings ready for the heart shape pizzas to be taken out. Steve gently pulls them out and places them onto plates to cool. Meanwhile you got the wine glasses filled with red wine, you and Steve’s favourite, before getting out a large tray to set it all on. Once the pizzas cooled you and Steve took them upstairs with the wine included and laid down in bed, getting all cozy and snuggled under the sheets, with only the lamps on, yous watched a movie in peace with only the sound of crunch’s, sips and the rain outside going pitter patter. A perfect date night with Steve <3

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #pizza night #date night #imagine #moodboard #tumblr fyp #stranger things #established relationship #uglyfish3rmans blog

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forgottenvice · 1 year

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Go Home

Another twitter thread

So I've been thinking of a #Moshang AU all day about SQH actually pressing the 'go home button' but when he returns to the modern world MBJ can still hear him when he calls, he just can't go there.

So while dealing with LGJ he gets thrown across the clearing, he calls for MBJ but the system decides this is the most convenient time to pop up and in his desperate flailing one of his hands lands on the 'go home' button.

MBJ shows up to find his uncle cursing empty air, and he demands to know where SQH went.

"Vanished into thin air." A feat not even a heavenly demon could achieve without aid. Even Mobei Jun's powers leave a trail of shadow and cold.

Mobei Jun nearly kills LGJ, his uncle is covered in SQHs blood, but there is no body to be found. Mobei Jun had heard him call, and he tears the clearing apart looking for his cultivator but there is no sign of the man. He is distraught, he is devastated, he is alone.

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua wakes up in the modern world feeling like he just licked a battery in a pile of cold noodle juice and a small fire from his laptop plugin burning up his wall.

He feels the years of An Ding training surge through him as he leaps to his feet and finds the small fire extinguisher in his cupboard and he puts the fire out, then the enormity of what just happened starts to sink in

"My king what have I done?"

He may have spent his first night sobbing MBJs name into his pillow, he wants to chalk it all up to a dream but he can't.

He's been writing that damn novel for years and never had a dream like that.

He's forced to return to a life he'd almost forgotten, he couldn't even remember what month it was let alone his passwords. Thank god he finished PIDW he wouldn't be able to write another word for that disaster.

He doesn't even know how to go back to it, his time in his own book feels like a dream but then he's looking at sales spreadsheets from his novel and he feels like he's back on An Ding.

Luckily finishing it meant physical copies were being published giving him a financial buffer.

He needed a new PC and a new apartment first, he started job hunting because he just wasn't sure if he could still write, not after everything.

He'd also developed a bit of a habit of calling out for MBJ when anything went wrong.

If he missed the bus?

"I was too slow my King."

He spilled his noodles (on a table far away from his new laptop)

"My King I'm such a Klutz"

Someone tried to bully him at his new office job?

"Save me from spreadsheets my King!"

Mobei Jun is SUFF ER ING.

At first he thought he was hearing things. The call was distant, Shang Qinghua had left him and he was hallucinating.

But it happened again, and again and finally he tried to follow it teleporting to SQH only to end up in the middle of the abyss, SQH nowhere to be found.

It is driving him mad, but he knows it's SQH calling for him.

He thinks back to SQHs threat, that MBJ would never be able to find him but he also assumed that was only the case if SQH didn't want to be found.

Why would he call out so often if he didn't want to be found?

Eventually SQHs constant cries drive him to approach Junshang's consort. He's so driven that perhaps he doesn't go about it in quite the right way.

"Where is he?" He shakes the cultivator's shoulders demanding answers, "He keeps calling for me but I can't find him. You know where he is don't you?"

before SQQ can open his mouth to answer LBH descends on MBJ in a fury.

The two fight for the first time since MBJs Ascension and it's closer than any of their contests before. MBJ needs SQH back and even Junshang's strength won't stand in his way.

Be fore either of them can do any real damage SQQ intervenes.

"I know where he is! and I *think* I know how to get there."

MBJ stops mid swing abandons the fight and kneels at the human's feet.

"Tell me, please."

SQQ collapses his fan and taps it against his chin.

"Binghe, give him Xin Mo."

"BUT SHIZUN! It will corrupt him!" They had been dual cultivating frequently to aid Binghe's resistance of the blade.

SQQ sighs and mutters under his breath,

"I can't believe I didn't notice how much of that bastard's favourite you are." He turns to Binghe. "It won't"

"But Shizun, how do you know?"

"This master just knows." he mutters again "and because it happened in chapter 669."

Chapter 669 was some dumb plot that had LBH stranded without his sword in a land beyond even his famous general's reach, after some adventure and two new wives MBJ appeared as a deus ex machina at a crucial plot point just to deliver Xin Mo back to the protagonists hands.

SQQ hadn't payed as much attention to that moment because LBH's wrath after getting the sword back was a real badass moment.

It wasn't until a little reflection (and another nitpicking forum goer pointing it out) that he realized MBJ never hesitated to hand the blade back, nor had he ever made an attempt at owning the sword.

Any other demon would have turned traitor in an instant.

Even SHL one of the protagonists wives was constantly trying to take the legendary sword from her husband.

But MBJ was immune.

Because he'd always been the author's favourite.

Binghe Begrudginly retrieves Xin Mo but before he hands it over SQQ gives MBJ a short lecture.

"This will likely only work if he's *actually* calling for you."

He jabs his fan into MBJs chest accusingly, "You are not to harm him, our world doesn't have cultivation. He'll be very fragile compared to demon strength."

Mobei Jun ignores the slight instead nodding gravely.

Binghe seems to catch his words, "Shizun what do you mean by your worl-"

SQQ cuts him off instead continuing his lecture.

"Your are to only bring him back if he wants to come back." MBJ nods again, If SQH wants to stay he will stay with him where ever the man has escaped to

He can't imagine why SQH might want to stay, he calls to MBJ daily if not more, without cultivation the place must truly be a hellscape.

Now he just has to wait for SQHs next call.

SQH gets home from a long day at work. He'd made the mistake of trawling the PIDW forums only to find a memorial post for Peerless Cucumber.

RIP bro at least you get to live out your domestic dreams with the protagonist now.

He's starting to feel doubtful of his whole experience with the system in his novel but hearing of Cucumber's death makes him hope it was, even if it does make his own situation a little more tragic.

But it wasn't like he and Mobei Jun were actually dating.

Thinking about MBJ lowered his mood and as he was putting his work bag away he managed to kick his new kitchen table hard stubbing his toe.

"Fuck! My King who put that there?!"

He hisses and pulls his foot up trying to relieve the pain.

Only to be knocked on his ass when a cool whirlwind of shadow laced with the scent of blood begins to swirl in the centre of his apartment.

The shadows coalesce into a familiar demonic form.

"Mobei Jun!"

Icy blue eyes snap their attention to him but there is something determined and cold in his gaze.

"Where is he?" The demon's voice is low and dangerous.

Fear creeps up SQHs spine when he realizes MBJ doesn't recognize him.

Which why would he? Airplane looks nothing like SQH, he had taken a few days to get used to the difference but there is no way for Mobei Jun to know that.

How did he even get to the real world, his teleportation was a bit OP but never like this.

Then Xin Mo is leveled at his throat.

Mobei Jun paced waiting for Shang Qinghua's call, the moment he registers the faint "my King." He was pouring his power through the sword surrounding himself in shadow to find his human.

The trip is strange, different from usual but he's sure he's on the right path.

He appears in a strange place, both familiar and bizarre. An oddly plain room cluttered in a manner that reminded him of SQHs office, despite the fact he barely recognized a single object.

He searches the room but Shang Qinghua is nowhere to be found.

There is however a man on the floor staring at him wide eyed.

"Where is he?" He expands his sense to find Shang Qinghua, to see him, to smell him, to hear him but there is nothing.

There is just the stranger. So he levels Xin Mo at the man.

"Where is Qinghua?"

The man trembles clearly afraid and Mobei Jun steps forward and his target scrambles back hitting a wall behind him, staring up and Mobei Jun with wide doe-like eyes.

Oddly Familiar eyes.

"Junshang?"

No that wasn't right, the demon emperor wasn't quite as stocky as this man, and his hair was cascading curls rather than short cut frizz. Still the man's feature's were unmistakably similar to Luo Binghe's.

Perhaps a relative?

But no SQQ had said there were no cultivators or demons here.

The question has the man shaking his head frantically his movements skittish and familiar but not like Luo Binghe, like someone else.

"Who are you?"

Shang Qinghua's thoughts are running a mile a minute. MBJ was confusing him with LBH?

Maybe he kind of sort of used LBH as a power fantasy but that changed way back in chapter 14 when he realized his gay xanxia novel was going to sell better as a papapa odyssey.

But MBJ had Xin Mo AND he was looking for Shang Qinghua, who was Airplane but wasn't Airplane. He debated the merits of revealing himself.

MBJ looked pissed, and they hadn't been on great terms before he left. On the other hand would MBJ even believe him if he told the truth?

And there was Xin Mo to deal with. How did MBJ get his hands on the mythical sword? Was it corrupting him? Worse what if it wasn't his MBJ.

His mind buzzes as he tries to think up a reasonable lie, so his lips start to move, because he needs to stall.

"M-m-my King?!"

Fuck.

MBJs eyes widen at the exclamation, old habits die hard apparently and it seems like those habits are going to get him killed

. He watches a wealth of emotion cross his King's usually stoic face and holds his breath wondering what emotion the roulette wheel will land on.

When Xin Mo moves he curls into himself preparing for the worst.

Only to be surprised by a clang. He peeks through his fingers only to see the OP blade thrown across the room sticking out of his drywall.

He doesn't see much however before Mobei Jun is invading his space.

There is something surreal about seeing the giant ice demon kneeling in front of him in his studio apartment, looking at him with a fragile sort of hope in his eyes.

"Qinghua?"

SQH slowly uncurls to stare wide eyed at the demon in front of him a cool hand settles on his cheek. Eyes as bright and deep as pools of water darting back and forth, searching with more emotion than he's ever seen.

SQH swallows thickly nodding with trepidation. He feels something in his gut twist, aching with the gentleness MBJs thumb strokes his cheek.

"The same freckles." And SQH chokes out a laugh. The one thing that gave him away is something he could never get rid of in either life.

He didn't think MBJ had ever even noticed. His laugh gives way to a sob, he's bursting with tears now that MBJ is here, for him.

"I never meant to leave my king!"

He's always been an ugly crier but MBJ doesn't seem to care, pulling him to his chest.

Which is SQHs dream spot, really he'd always wanted to sob into his king's bosom. So he does enthusiastically, while MBJ holds him just a little too tight.

He shakes, only to realize its MBJ making shuddering breaths.

They sit there on the floor wrapped in each other crying.

It isn't until they're cried out breathing into each other that SQH discovers a flaw to having an ice demon boyfriend.

He's frozen to MBJs chest

#Moshang #twitter thread #my writing #svsss #scum villian self saving system

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