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highvern · 2 months

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Work Me Out

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: working out, flirting, touching, almost car sex, making out, breast play, fingering, oral, face sitting, multiple sex positions, big dick mingyu, protected sex (gasp!), strength kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking :) lover boy gyu as always. let me know if i missed anything!

Length: ~5k

Note: y'all thought cheol rot was bad but the OG bias wrecker is back. dont come at me for gym terminology i go by vibes. replaced my gym crush with mingyu and this is what happened <3 i have a bonus/pt 2 in the drafts too but I'll wait to post it bc too much muscle pig mingyu is bad for the soul... and the [redacted]

to the anon that sent me a seok ask forever ago about his arms, im sorry i used it in this fic. but know i have a seok fic with exactly what you asked for in the works rn. everyone say thank you anon.

@bbychocolat do not hit my line about mingyu for at least 24 business hours i need to recover

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Figuring out the ins and outs of a new gym isn’t easy but it isn’t impossible. Go too early and you’re surrounded by creepy men old enough to be your grandfather. Right after work is a sure way to experience hoards of gym bros crowding around machines like they own them.

So you go as late as possible.

Only a handful of people are dispersed through the large space. A few run on the treadmills lined on the catwalk of the second floor, several switch through different weights in front of the mirrors. You make your way through the maze of equipment towards the leg press; your final sets before you can go home and wash away the grime of the day.

Or you would if someone wasn’t occupying the one machine you need.

Peeping your head around, you notice a black backpack and matching water bottle on the ground. You glance around, unable to find a clear owner since the next closest person is halfway across the gym doing a different exercise.

Would it be that rude to take the machine out from under someone if they’re not even using it? You could probably get in all your sets before the person even came back if you moved quickly.

You wait a few minutes. How embarrassing would it be to have the mystery person walk back up the second you sat down? But after five minutes pass and no one emerges to claim the spot, you set about changing the weights out.

And just when you slip into the seat, you look up and find someone approaching.

He’s tall, he’s handsome, and he’s barely ten feet away. Your saving grace is that he hasn’t spotted you yet thanks to his phone.

But that doesn’t last long.

“Oh! Sorry! Were you using this machine?” You ask, trying to sound cordial.

“It’s okay!” He smiles at you. “Do you need it?”

Yes.

“No, I can find something else to do.”

You rise to do just that when he stops you with a shrug.

“I don’t mind sharing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I take long breaks between my sets anyway so it’s no big deal.”

So that’s where he went.

“Okay, thanks.”

“No problem.”

He moves to lean against the wall, face buried in his phone once again as you work through your set. Honestly you think he forgot you were even there until you start standing up and he pushes off his perch.

Exchanging polite smiles, you skirt around him and snag your water bottle before occupying the same spot against the painted bricks. You try not to be a creep but watching the way the muscles in his legs bulge and coil with each rep is impossible to look away from. Especially when there’s just so much to look at.

He racks up twelve reps with ease and switches back off with you before wandering out of sight.

You work through two of your sets before he comes teetering back.

“I tried putting it back to your weight.” You laugh, sipping from your water bottle.

“Three forty? Ouch.”

“What? Should I have made it lighter?”

“Try heavier. Like four hundred.”

“My sincerest apologies.” You mock, placing your hand over your heart. “I’ll remember that next time.”

He laughs again before slipping back into the seat and working through the motions.

This time you don’t bother hiding the way you watch him over your phone. He looks good, it’d be a waste not to watch the swell of his chest or the stretch of his thighs. The gym shorts and snug black t-shirt only exacerbate how cut his physique is.

And if he makes a comment you can always twist your not so subtle gawking into a compliment about his form.

When he finishes his set again, he snags his bag and water bottle off the ground before turning to you. “All yours. Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And he’s gone.

Over the next few weeks, you learn mystery man works out at the same time you. He’s there when you arrive and remains when you leave after an hour and a half of sweating and gasping like a dying fish, only absent on Wednesdays when you manage the most last luster workouts of your life. The disappointment the first time you realized you were looking for the backwards cap sticking out amongst the free weights would have been embarrassing but what's wrong with a little eye candy while breaking a sweat?

And what a great view he makes. Your brief peeks into the mirrored walls are full of nothing straining muscles and glowing skin. The first day he did arms in a cutoff tee will go down in history as the worst day of your life. Only rivaled by all the other days he works his legs in shorts accentuating just how nice his ass is with every squat.

Your friends all ask when you’re going to talk to him again. As if you’ll just walk right up and interrupt the best part of your day. No, you’d rather watch him move across the gym floor from the corner of your eye, throw him a friendly nod, and go about your business than run the risk of making things awkward.

Unfortunately, doesn’t possess the same desire to remain a friendly nameless face like you do.

His name is Mingyu. Or that’s what the employee with glasses calls him while they joke around one night. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but they’re loud and the only exit takes you right past the U-shaped desk. Mingyu throws a grin as you pass by on your way out and the flash of teeth spikes your heart rate higher than any exercise you’ve done that night.

When he officially introduces himself at the water fountain the next night, you have to bite the urge to tell him ‘I know.’ Instead you snort at his extended hand, providing your own name over the firm shake like you won’t be haunted by the feeling of the calluses on his fingers or the heat of his palm for the next week.

What’s worse is how he says your name back, rolling the sound across his tongue and past his quirked lips.

And the final nail in the coffin is when you leave and you see the way he turns in the glass doors to watch, bidding you a goodnight with your name signed at the end.

Mingyu might be the worst gym crush in the world. Mostly because your thoughts of him extend beyond the brick walls he should only exist in. And partially because he’s caught you staring more times than you care to admit.

Not as many times as you’ve caught him, but the point stands.

No, the worst part, you find out, is Mingyu is an incorrigible flirt. And he knows it.

Tonight you’re off schedule, runny nearly half an hour later than usual.; work clothes sticking to your skin as you make your way towards the off shooting hall housing the entrance to the locker rooms. In a rush, you step around another body only to end up in front of one much more familiar.

“There's my girl.” Mingyu smiles. “Thought you were skipping out on me.”

My girl. My girl. My girl, my girl, my girl….

There isn’t a thought in your head beyond the bold casualness he drops that bomb on you with so you nod awkwardly and force yourself not to sprint the next twenty feet to hide.

Half an hour later, when you catch him watching you in the mirror over his own weights, the bastard smiles like the cat who caught the canary.

But you end up on top when Mingyu offers to spot you while doing weighted squats. He’s at your back, an appropriate amount of space between your bodies you wish he’d close. You don’t need his help. Your form is better than his (you would know, his ass and thighs give you tunnel vision when its his leg day). And the weight on the bar isn’t even enough to make you strain but why pass up on the offer? Especially with how Mingyu meets your eyes over your shoulder in the mirror with each dip.

And then he cheers ‘that’s my girl’ again when you re-rack the equipment with ease and it's over.

“Shit,” you grunt.

Mingyu pops up from his perch between your breasts under your shirt, hair a mess and eyes glazed. “Good?”

“No, your steering wheel is in my back.” You wince, attempting to wiggle away and ending up further up his lap.

“Sorry, let me just…”

The seat flies back under your combined weight, throwing your forehead right into Mingyu’s chin.

“Fuck!”

“Oh my god!” You gasp. “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s head falls back as he releases a massive sigh. Each second that ticks by has you both coming to the same conclusion.

“Yeah,” you breath, sitting up. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“Oh…”

“I just mean like your car is small and you’re too big and I—“

The guffaw Mingyu tries to hide slips free too easily. “That’s what she said.”

“God, you’re gross.”

Your nose crinkles as you rise up, using his chest for leverage. It feels as nice as it looks and its the worst knowledge you’ve gained in you life.

“Sticks and stones,” he hums.

“Well this was fun. I’ll ugh… see you around?”

When you try to shift back into the passenger seat to exit, Mingyu’s hands flex over your thighs to keep you in his lap. His sweats do nothing to hide his semi. Something he doesn’t even seem to consider as a concern given the way he unconsciously curls into you.

“Or we can go back to mine.”

He’s trying and failing to sound nonchalant. Like he won’t go home and fuck his fist in the shower with the echoes of your sighs filling his ears if you turn him down. You can see it in his eyes. What hinges on his offer and how much you’ll both regret it if the tension fizzles and dies in his SUV.

From where you’re sitting, it’s incredibly difficult to think with your head and not your hormones. Mingyu is hot, he’s nice, he seems decent enough. His behavior doesn’t hint at him being a creep. If he’s normal enough to fuck in his car, is he not normal enough to fuck in the comfort of a bed?

The thumb stroking your thighs and the hopeful eyes staring you down make the decision for you.

“Yeah, okay.”

With his address in your phone’s GPS, you trail after his SUV in your own car. The roads are familiar because they’re the same roads you drive when you return to your apartment that turns out to be only three blocks closer to the gym than Mingyu’s.

All this time he’d been so close and you never even realized. Did he think about you the same way you thought about him when he drove home? If he did, you’re in for a night.

Rolling into a space only a few down from where he parks, you pause to hype yourself up.

People have sex all the time. It’s no big deal. I can do this.

A knock at the window interrupts your spiral, finding Mingyu smiling sheepishly through the glass. The muscles in your chest squeeze when he opens the door and holds it for you to exit; and threaten to explode when his hand finds the small of your back and guides you towards the stairwell.

Footsteps echo down to the hall, Mingyu only a fraction ahead to lead the way to a non-descript door with a seasonal doormat that's seen better days.

“Ugh, this is it.”

His apartment is shockingly clean for a guy your age. Not clean in the ‘I don’t own enough shit to even be dirty’ way. No, Mingyu’s apartment is cozy. There’s throw pillows and blankets on the couch. He has a lamp and bookshelf in the corner and the walls are adorned with a collage of artwork thoughtfully pieced together. Several personal photos are littered throughout, some with an obviously younger Mingyu propped next to what must be a sister or a cousin, a few of him with friends. One of him and a familiar man with glasses, their faces blurry but the glee clear as they’re frozen in time. Your lips lift with a soft smile at the personal touches bleeding into every corner of his space.

Turning over your shoulder you ask, “You and the guy at the gym are friends?”

Mingyu’s watching you with something unidentifiable in his eyes, stepping forward to figure out which frame you're looking at until he’s only a foot behind you.

“Yeah, we went to the same middle school.”

“And this one?” You say, fingers tracing the edge of the wooden frame.

“My little sister.” Mingyu follows, still only a step behind.

“And I’m assuming these are your parents?”

“Actually those are Wonwoo’s parents.” He chuckles. “These are my parents.”

Mingyu’s arm reaches around to point at the correct photo, his chest brushing against your back.

“Wanna give me the tour?”

Mingyu manages to show you everything in five minutes. The living room and connected kitchen you’re already standing in, the door of the hall bathroom, and finally his bedroom. You take a seat on the edge of the bed, discovering the new smattering of details that uncover more about the man waiting with baited breath in the threshold.

“Why are you over there?” You ask.

With arms crossed and shoulders up to his ears, Mingyu resembles a kid waiting to be scolded rather than a man who tried to hook up with you in his car less than thirty minutes ago.

“I’m nervous.”

You can’t stop the satisfaction from spreading to your face. “I make you nervous?”

Mingyu pushes off the door jam, shuffling forward until he’s standing a foot in front of you. “Yeah. I don’t really do stuff like this.”

“Stuff like what? Try and fuck girls in your car?”

“Haha.” Mingyu mocks, face descending until he rubs his nose with yours.

Your eyes slip closed when his do, breathing each other's air. “Stuff like what, Gyu?”

Your hands find the material of his shirt stretched across his shoulder. Each brush of his lips across your cheek, down your jaw, until he finds your ear.

“I don’t sleep around with girls I’m not dating.”

Oh.

“We don’t hav—”

“Which is not the best way to ask you out.”

You press him out of your space, far enough that you can look him in the eyes and see if he’s serious. The tips of Mingyu’s ears burn red but he’s looking right at you despite how embarrassed he clearly feels.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Ugh, yeah. I think it’d be fun. But you don’t have to! If you just wanna do this that's fine t—”

Whatever words Mingyu was trying to say fizzle on the tip of his tongue as you pull him into a kiss. He curls over you, pressing you further into his bed with every fervent pass. Wedging one hand under the small of your back, Mingyu lifts you up and carries you while he crawls to the center.

Your mind wanders to all the other ways he can manhandle you into the mattress.

He settles flat against you, hips cradled between your own while delving into your mouth. You fill your hands with his ass, dragging Mingyu’s covered cock against your core. A groan backs apart your lips as Mingyu falls into the curve of your neck.

“This is a yes to the date by the way.” You pant now that he’s taken over, hands scratching up his back in an effort to get rid of his shirt. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

Mingyu’s clothes disappear over his head and across the room, yours following shortly after. The heat of bare skin on bare skin is better than anything until he takes one of your breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth.

Every curse you know flies through your lips as he sucks and pinches until you're sore between the legs.

He takes the squeeze of your thighs and the rock of your hips as a greenlight, hands leading where his lips follow until it’s nothing but your panty clad core an inch from his face.

“This okay?” Mingyu asks in the fat of your thigh, tongue trailing fire across the skin.

You nod with a sigh, “Mingyu, please.”

He doesn’t need much more than that, the fabric barrier gone in a blink and his nose traces your folds until he’s dying for a taste.

Mingyu eats pussy like he doesn’t need oxygen. The path of his pointed tongue around your clit is nothing short of precise, meticulously tracing every ridge and curve until the sheets stretch under your fingers. When he flattens it to pay broader attention, your legs squeeze and Mingyu’s hands force them wide around his shoulders.

Your feet flatten on the bed and thrust up his mouth, wet and crude with fingers in his hair and your whines in his ears. Every suck of Mingyu’s mouth forces the muscles in your neck to lerch until they hurt and your head falls back. He takes pride in the way you drip for him, making the best mess he’s ever had the privilege to clean up.

You reward him with an lavishing praise at the next twitch of your insides, “Fuck, just like that.”

Taking advantage of the slight arch in your spine, Mingyu’s hand sneaks under your back, fingers unforgiving as they dig into your ass. He curls your hips up and buries a finger in your core with mortifying ease.

Between your legs, Mingyu catches your eyes. Pupils blown wide, mouths bruised around stuttered breath. A matching set of debauched expressions. He’s more familiar like this; skin glowing with sweat, and hair matted to his forehead. Next time you see him at the gym you know it's all you’ll think about. Next time you're alone in your room, or the shower, or the grocery store. Or anywhere you’ve day dreamed about him before.

He leans back to watch the digit disappear, only to reappear soaking. “Feels good?”

“Give me another and it will.”

You savor the rhythm he sets, thick fingers working to prep you for what you felt under his shorts. His tongue is hard and wet at your clit, fingers stretching and spreading until your stomach dips and you nearly buck him off as your clit swells from abuse.

Your fingers pluck at your nipples and Mingyu apparently likes to watch because he manages more enthusiasm, forces his finger to crook just the right way, and continues to suck even after you start screaming.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant, voice cracked.

Something sounding suspiciously like a ‘thank you’ drops into the mix but Mingyu’s the only one to hear it. In his opinion, he should be the one doing the thanking; you just gave him enough spank bank material for the next six months.

You don’t dislike the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and even his chest when you flip Mingyu over and aim to return the favor. He blushes when you lap against the hollow of his throat; embarrassed from the way he goes boneless with such simple affection.

He sinks into the plush of the mattress, propped up by the mountain of pillows at the headboard. Mingyu’s stomach stiffens under your tongue and the twitch blooms a smile on your face. Predictable.

“Sensitive?”

Your nails raking up the shape of his thighs turn the denial falling from his lips into a whine, and it makes you wonder what other sounds Mingyu will make with his cock in your mouth.

The vein bulging along the underside of his length gives your tongue something to trace along as you lap from base to flared tip, sucking down until it shines from spit and pre-cum. You take all you can until the curve of your throat protests.

Mingyu’s big and he’s loud.

“Oh God, shit.” He babbles with abandon, hands fisted at his sides until his knuckles turn pale.

You focus on the cock in your mouth rather than how pretty Mingyu’s chest would look covered in bite marks. How a bruise on his hip would be just visible when he reaches over his head to do pull ups, and red streaks from your nails on his bicep would make a great accessory.

A hand lands on the base of your skull, gentle until it's not. His thumb dips to stroke the bulge of his dick through your throat as you take him deeper. And like some ridiculous porno theres still an inch you’ll never be able to take even if you do nothing but let him fucking your mouth until the only thing you taste is cum.

“Fuuuuck,” Mingyu groans from a harsh suck on the upstroke.

He distracts you with his tongue on yours, keeping you from diving back down and destroying his ego from how quick you almost made him cum. Your one solace is the lazy grip you have on the base of Mingyu’s length, fingers tightening around the head while he cants into the squeeze.

You think Mingyu is going to plant you on his cock and make you ride it until one of you is crying. But he keeps pushing and pulling until you’re kneeling over his face, knees cushioned in the pillows and hands against the wall to steady you while he dives in again.

His head shakes back and forth, tongue out to swipe messily at your clit as you grind into his face. The last grip of sanity you have gives you the mind to reach back, jerking Mingyu off while he eats it, a cycle of moans moving through you; him into your folds when you squeeze from a grating pass off his tongue that has you whining to the ceiling fan.

“Shit, need you to fuck me.” You whine but don’t stop curling against the latch of his lips, legs stiff with ache.

It’s Mingyu who brings things to a halt, raising you away from his mouth until you're left on your knees while he stands to rummage in the drawer for a condom. You listen while the paint of the wall cools your forehead.

The hand at the dip of your spine makes you melt when he checks in, “Still okay?”

Nodding, you find him over your shoulder with a thick swallow. Mingyu’s nose follows the slope of your muscles, lips untying all the knots he’s worked into them over the past few weeks.

“Want it like this?”

“Yeah.”

You drop until your chest meets the bed and arch until it hurts just to put on a good show. Mingyu shuffles behind you, knocking your knees wider with his own, palms molding to your ass and spreading it apart to take a good look like he wasn’t tongue deep inside your pussy already. The room is nothing more than the sounds of grounding breaths; Mingyu watching the way your torso moves around the air, releasing a long exhale before moving closer.

The feel of his chest against yours was great, but the hard muscle of it along your back, his chain caught between and leaving a definitive mark, is life ruining. It shreds the last bit of humanity you’ve been clinging to since you dragged Mingyu to the parking lot and tried to stick your hands down his pants while leant against the passenger door.

No matter how well Mingyu stretched you for his cock it was never going to be enough. Taking the first inch nearly splits you in half. But you're soaked and needy; nothing short of the end of the world is going to keep you from getting the satisfaction of feeling him in your guts. You take it with measured breaths and affirmations to relax. Slow arches of his hips work him in until he’s flat with your ass and whispering absolute depravity into your ears.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Arching your ass higher, you whimper, “You’re huge.”

Your ass stings under his punishing hand, thrown forward by an involuntary buck of his hips.

“Don’t say that.”

You turn until you can look over your shoulder again, meeting wild eyes. “You feels so good.” You moan, eyelids low and wrecked.

“Didn’t—shit, think you’d have such a dirty mouth.” He bites into the side of your neck, sucking a bruise like a depraved teenager.

“I knew you’d have a fat cock.”

You get what you want so easily it's almost insulting; Mingyu’s hand forcing your face into the sheets and his hips rushing into you with pure need. Every prod into your cunt has you wailing. It’d destroy your self respect if you could think of anything beyond how he’s ruining you for anyone else.

Pillows topple off the edge of the bed as you scramble for a hold. Anything to ground you against the burn in your veins with every tight squeeze around Mingyu’s cock. His balls slap against your clit teasingly, more degrading than the way he has you bent in half.

“Harder,” you beg.

Mingyu falls back on his haunches, pulling you with him until you're sitting up right. His arm comes into view, curling around neck until your throat sits in the crux of his elbow and his hand latches on your shoulder; a crude headlock he uses as leverage to keep fucking into you. You’ve been choked but this is infinitely better. Whatever Mingyu wants to take from you, he’s in a position to do so.

“Gonna cum?” He nips into your earlobe.

His hand shoves its way between your legs, swipe roughly against your clit before you can even hope to answer.

A pathetic nod is all you manage thanks to the muscles gathered under your chin limiting your mobility.

Mingyu let's go then and your hands prevent a crash into the headboard, putting you back in the same position as before but you have to work for it now; ass bouncing in his laps as you ride him. Finding your balance, you drop one hand to your clit as Mingyu’s pinch your nipples.

“Let me have it, let me make you come." Mingyu pants into your spine. "Fuck you look so good like this, shit.”

He keeps rambling, flying with you towards the edge hand in hand; both breathless from the slap of your thighs against his.

“Mingyu, feel so good. Oh my god, oh my g—”

The softness of the pillows greets you once again while everything flashes white. Mingyu scrambles behind, fucking you into the mattress while you soak his cock. Muscles twitching, teeth ground till they crack, you come and come and come while begging him to do the same.

Mingyu gives in without hesitation, all his weight behind his hips as he fills the condom; dragging you back with an arm around your waist. Every jerk of his cock against your walls from the force makes you vibrate until he’s slipping out, soiled and used against the back of your thigh.

The last thing you register is his lips finding your shoulder again, rubbing back and forth as he comes down.

You fall asleep under the heat of his body for who knows how long, content in the mind shattering numbness of what just happened. Mingyu seems to feel the same, dead weight hanging half off you so you can at least manage to breath.

When you wake, whether it's twenty minutes or two hours later, Mingyu is snoring into the pillow, still naked. His lips pout in his sleep and you swallow the urge to shower them with kisses thanks to the drool at the corner of his mouth.

Even without the covers, you're warm. The kind of heat that slips over your skin, sinks into your bones and keens for you to fall asleep and stay. But Mingyu asked you on a date, not to spend the night. And you’d hate to assume and ruin whatever this is before it as a chance to start.

“Where are you going?” He pouts.

You don't make it two inches out of his arms before he’s pulling you back, tangling them around you so there's no chance of unnoticed escape. Mingyu digs his nose into your cheek and waits for an answer like he has all the time in the world.

Something tells you if he knew you were attempting to head home, Mingyu would throw a fit. And what use is that when you want to see what a night sleep with a giant human furnace is like?

“Bathroom.”

Adding to the list of information you’ve learned, Mingyu is a stage five clinger. He latches on to your back, guiding you into the shower stall for a quick spray down that leaves half your face, part of your thigh, and almost none of him clean.

He falls asleep against the base of your skull while brushing your teeth, because of course he has a stash of extra toothbrushes under the sink just in case.

And when you crawl under the fresh sheets, he pulls you into his chest, leaves a kiss against your forehead, and tells you he can’t wait for your breakfast date tomorrow.

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ma1dita · 3 months

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crazy little thing

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he spends all his drachmas to make you smile. Sometimes, the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite herself. Everyone’s tired of you two dancing around each other. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: lil valentines day special though im working on more est. relationship fluff after this!! happy season 2 renewal babies

(posted 2/9/24 unbetaed)

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“Come on, you gotta admit—it’s kinda funny!”

Luke is met with blank stares at the camp store after he places a few drachmas onto the folding table in front of the Apollo kids. They’re not sure if he’s trying to convince them, or himself.

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings, so if you ask Lee Fletcher and his half-siblings, it’s kind of pathetic.

“What do we look like, a traveling mariachi band, Castellan?” he deadpans, watching the usually confident boy scratch the back of his neck with his face red like someone who’s been sitting out in the sun for too long.

“I’m not saying to follow her around all day or whatever, just pick a random time to sing a song and catch her off-guard,” he insists, before meeting the judgmental look of one of Lee’s younger siblings.

Lee chuckles, ruffling his sister’s hair before looking at Luke quite seriously, “She’s a good friend. You’re gonna have to pay us more than that. Special song for a special lady after all.”

The son of Hermes knows he’s gonna regret this sooner or later, but proceeds to throw the rest of his meager earnings onto the table. He has other ways of being resourceful anyway, the box of chocolates he nicked from behind the store counter feeling heavy in his jacket pocket.

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Luke’s hands fidget at his sides as he stands there, feeling a little stupid.

Lee’s little sister scoops up the coins from the table, her raised eyebrows and light aura mirroring that of her older brother.

“What song were you thinking?” she asks, “Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.”

The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes, but he’s never been one to back down from anything–swordfights, monsters, capture the flag, but this—trying to impress you...is a whole different story somehow.

Why are feelings so damn complicated?

It feels like being at the butt of a joke, or more accurately—at the sharp edge of a sword, and Luke never lets his fights end in a draw.

“You guys got it covered. Just…surprise me too, I guess,” he sighs, walking off without finishing his sentence. He wishes he could pray a little harder to his dad for luck, even if he’s unsure of what exactly he’s wishing for (or if his dad will even listen).

“Castellan’s hopeless. You think he knows it yet?” the girl asks her brother, to which Lee laughs.

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

If Luke wants a show, they’ll make sure he’ll get his money’s worth—and hopefully, it’ll push you two along faster. Lee bet on you two getting together before the summer after all, and he’ll be damned if he loses to Clarisse.

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Valentine’s Day might be the day of love, but for you, someone who’s single (not by choice), and heavily busy with making sure people aren’t so…enamored in public (you’ve lost count of the reports you’ve written out due to indecent behavior this morning alone)---this just feels like another Wednesday, except with more hormonal teenagers with uncontrollable urges than usual.

Oh, the joys of being the daughter of the camp director, also known as everyone’s favorite narc.

Honestly, love can suck it. With this much love in the air, you can feel it suffocating you like a plastic bag over your head.

That’s an uncontrollable urge. Too much?

Maybe Silena was right, you do need to open yourself up more to romantic opportunities. But if you have to watch another person swap spit and get pawed at like they’re the last dinner roll at the table….You might commit arson and set this place ablaze.

You just didn’t understand why people had to go all out today of all days. Shouldn’t love be shown year-round? Though you were a person of theatrics and enjoy a good show, it is amazing how much grandiose displays of affection make you cringe. It felt very performative, instead of genuine, and you would know, you’re the best actress at camp. You’ve acted out stories before, knowing all of the greatest romances and tragedies by heart. And you pride yourself on being a decent teacher to the campers, but for some of them, love still translates to a bad rendition of a ballad they heard on the radio.

Nothing gets past you at this point.

But that sucks too sometimes, you know?

Multiple failed flings and a heartbreak or two weigh down on you on days like this one, as you’re stuck being a bystander to outlandish displays put on by the Aphrodite kids being put to work. Love is their domain anyway, and yours…makes you feel a little less undesirable. Each demigod has their own strengths and weaknesses, but perhaps in the name of love, some of them don’t know how to take a hint. Several forgettable prose readings, a Sparknotes version of Eros and Psyche, and too many red roses to count have you reeling from exhaustion and a bit of disgust—-and it’s only lunchtime.

So yeah, maybe you’re a little jealous; they could call you Nemesis at this point.

The only flowers you got today were from the little kids from along the path to the strawberry orchard, and though it’s sweet—the human side of you misses affection.

Devotion.

To be a daughter of Dionysus meant to deal in extremes, obsession or nothing, and there are very few people who can handle that. Always being too much to handle, or uninterested as a defense mechanism. Perhaps that’s what scares admirers away.

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip. To be honest, you’ve always preferred it that way—the both of you working as a pair always gets things done faster around camp and he brightens your mood, whether you admit it or not.

But you two are just friends.

Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer.

Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

If you were ever given immortality, perhaps they’d make you the goddess of denial.

You’re sweeping up confetti from the dining hall floor after an uncoordinated excuse of a flash mob was performed for one of the Demeter kids…and not to sound like a heinous bitch, but maybe next time they should use something biodegradable…or less messy. Sighing deeply, you feel someone’s eyes on you, and when you look up, Luke’s standing there with two full plates of food.

“Take a break, trouble. No one’s paying you overtime,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you put the broom aside.

“No one’s paying me at all…” you groan, before taking the plate out of his hands and knocking your head against his shoulder in thanks. He snickers as his hand brushes the small of your back, tickling your spine as he leads you to sit at a table.

“Just another holiday. You know how it is.”

“It’d be nice to have a night off though. Sometimes I regret taking up the position,” you mumble through spoonfuls of soup. He throws his large hand over your shoulder, kneading some tension from your trapezius. Head jerking along with the movements, you giggle as soup dribbles off your spoon, which makes his lips quirk into a small smile. Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable. Feelings are way too difficult for his teenage brain to comprehend at this stage. It’s easier to wash dishes with lava or fight off a dragon (bad example, he knows, but there’s something about you that already makes him feel like he’s losing before anything’s even happened).

Luke is someone who fights until the end, a soldier who’s always trained and so ready that sometimes it makes you wonder what war he’s preparing for. Infatuation, or the scarier, four-letter word was not something he was ever briefed on.

“No, you don’t. You’re a control freak,” he says with a grin.

Luke watches you play with the pendant on your necklace, the dragon scale he fashioned into your favorite accessory glinting in your hand. Running your fingers back and forth over the smooth surface, your other hand puts the spoon down and you place your head on his shoulder. He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

“I swear if I have to hear another person croak out a lovesong I might just drown myself in the Long Island Sound,” you scoff as his fingers trace circles onto your waist.

There’s a low strum of a guitar that reaches your ears and your forehead meets the cool surface of the table as you shut your eyes and grumble. It’s Lee and his half-siblings, beginning to walk through the hall seconds away from singing until they see Luke shaking his head and dragging his finger across his throat to please, gods, stop. The Apollo kids swivel and 180, walking out of the hall as the music stops dissonantly, rolling their eyes and dragging their feet.

“That was quick,” you say inquisitively as your head pops up from the table to see Luke looking off in the distance.

“Heh…I think they were just practicing or something…”

He then had to run off and pay them more drachmas for the inconvenience.

Fucking hustlers.

—

The sun sets quickly on Camp Half-Blood since it’s mid-February, and Luke finds you trying to calm your nerves as you look at the mess of glitter and paper mache that covers the arts and crafts hall from floor to ceiling.

“I can’t believe this!” you say in disbelief as you look at Luke, and he takes the can of Redbull out of your shaking hand.

“There’s just no fucking way everyone decided to use glitter. It’s everywhere! I’m—CONNOR, PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!”

Luke sighs as he holds his hand out for his younger brother to give up the craft scissors, which he relinquishes with a mischievous grin.

“Guys, go find trouble somewhere else,” Luke mutters, pushing his head away, and where Connor goes, Travis quickly follows, tossing a canister of glitter back at him and not knowing it was still open.

“Oops.”

Immediately, the both of you are showered in iridescent particles, floating over your heads and stuck in your hair as the older Stoll brother looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“You've already got trouble anyway,” he says teasingly, and this asshole winks at Luke before bolting out the door.

The room is silent now, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, before speaking, “I don’t care if he’s your brother, Luke. I might just fucking kill him.” You'd say more but your eyes are shut as you try not to breathe in glitter, and then the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Luke is standing there, finally faced with a door he can’t open, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance–but the effect isn’t as menacing as it should be when he’s covered in red and pink sparkles.

“Not if I get to him first, the little bastard.”

“Just open the door,” you say panicked, running over and forcing his hands off the doorknob.

“I can’t if you won’t let me do it!” He grits, elbowing you and trying to unlock the door with both his inherited gift and brute strength.

“What kind of demigod even are you? Lockpicking is supposed to be your thing!”

“Well OBVIOUSLY, but it’s not working, now is it, trouble?”

Luke finishes off the rest of your energy drink before throwing the can over his shoulder and he swears he can hear you cuss at him under your breath as you berate him about the mess, so he chooses to focus on busting the door down instead of looking at the glitter stuck in your eyelashes and thinking about how the idea of being stuck in a room with you makes him feel weak at the knees. Through the window, his eyes meet the group of Apollo kids staring at the predicament you two are in (and the barricade of chairs the Stoll brothers put in front of the door). He sighs, and Lee’s little sister flips him off as they start to walk away again, instruments in tow.

“You gonna charge him again?”

A tiny Will Solace looks at his elders for guidance as they walk along the path. As one of the youngest in the bunch, he especially idolizes anything his half-siblings do, going along with whatever they see fit.

“No, but we’re close enough to the archery range that I might just shoot them through their hearts myself. Eros and Aphrodite themselves are pretty much begging us to,” Lee grumbles.

“Why are we doing this again?” Will babbles, and his half-sister grabs his hand to help him walk faster.

“A crazy little thing called love. You’ll understand it better someday, kid.”

—

Thankfully, it all starts winding down after dinner. Luke finds you leaning against a tree flipping through your clipboard during the camp sing-along, so he tugs at your elbow to get your attention.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You look at him, slotting your pen behind your ear as you notice faint glitter particles still dotted along his cheeks. As your lips pull into a small smile, you say, "I still have a few things to do after this, don't you?"

"Cleared your schedule for the night," he mumbles, and whether it's the glow of the bonfire or he's actually blushing, a teasing expression crosses your face as you step closer and cross your arms at him.

"You cleared my schedule for the night. How on earth did you do that?"

Instead of a proper reply, he grabs your hand, tugging you out to the docks near the lake.

"Don't worry about it."

He's not going to tell you that he owes Chris and Annie a few favors before the end of the month to make up for the night shift they ended up taking. Instead, you both sit cross-legged at the edge of the dock, a gentle breeze brushing at your clothes and for the first time today, you're able to just exist.

"I hate Valentine's Day," you suddenly say, looking up at the night sky, and he's watching you closely as the gentle shine of the moon casts a cool glow on your face. Luke cringes at your statement, thinking he's already thrown away his shot.

"Why's that?"

"Tell me something Luke, am I unlikable? Like, is there anything wrong with me?"

He looks at you like you've told him you’re secretly a cyclops.

“The fuck? How many times do I have to tell you that everyone thinks you’re great?"

You don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt, "I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!" Reeling back a little, you lean back on your hands to create some distance.

“Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?”

You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to.

In short, he’s fucked.

"I always notice you." He pulls out a dented box of chocolates from his jacket pocket, opening it up for the both of you to share, and the look of amusement on your face makes him glad that at least one thing somewhat went to plan today, even if the chocolate truffles are a bit smushed. You’re popping one into your mouth and his dark eyes follow the trail of your fingers to your mouth, feeling his heart beat a bit faster.

But then you both hear the soft strum of a guitar from near the trees, and the two of you turn to hear some of the Apollo kids singing beautifully along the coastline.

I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places...That this heart of mine embraces...

You gasp, grabbing Luke’s arm to push yourself up so that the both of you can turn and face a small group of your closest Apollo friends singing to the both of you. Luke’s eyes soften further when he feels you grab his hand and squeeze, leaning against his shoulder as you listen.

“Did you do this?” you mumble, still entranced by the performance.

“Only if it makes you laugh.”

And you do, in the way that he loves—a bit crazy and too loud, and it’s perfect.

I’ll always think of you that way…I’ll find you in the morning sun….

Whether it’s fireflies or Will bouncing light off the water to look like small, glowing candles, Luke can’t tell—he’s too busy watching your lips pull into a smile so confectionery his sweet tooth starts to ache. The little kid was never good at archery like his other half-siblings, but as your eyes shimmer under the ambient lights, you think his added romantic gesture shot you straight through the heart.

“You know, sometimes I really do hate you, Luke Castellan,” you whisper, and it couldn’t be more far from the truth.

“No, you don’t.”

His eyes flicker to you again, but you’re already looking back at him.

“I don’t.”

And when the night is new, I’ll be looking at the moon…but I’ll be seeing you…

It’s quiet now, and you’re unsure of where the Apollonian ensemble disappeared to but instead of worrying about if they’ll make it back before curfew, you stand there in front of Luke with your guard down.

Getting a little closer than he expected, your noses brush before you pull the slightly crushed wildflowers from your jean pocket, the only physical reminder you’ve kept from today, and tuck them into his jacket pocket, sitting right above his heart.

“Thank you.”

Luke doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesn’t know if weakness is your kisses or his scar—but he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing there’s a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that he’s worked so hard on. When his eyes open again, his Achilles’ heel has taken human form.

—

“This has got to be cheating,” Clarisse grumbles as she watches from the distance, hidden behind the trees.

“It’s not cheating if I’m winning. Silena’s gonna get a kick out of this,” Lee chuckles, ushering everyone back towards the cabins. It’s a bit harder to do this in the dark as they try to be quiet and not interrupt whatever will happen next between their favorite counselors.

“Well lucky for you, your gifts are cute and romantic, what am I supposed to do? They fight enough!”

“That’s what got them into this mess in the first place. Come on, curfew’s in 10. We’ll find out which of us wins the bet soon enough,” Chris mutters, pushing them along back onto the main path.

“Easy for you to say, Rodriguez, you live with Luke!”

“Would I ever lie to you, La Rue?” he says with a mischievous grin, and the Apollo kids giggle at the irony.

—

“My body ages,

my anger burns into a seam.

I am so annoyed by love

and still it comes.”

-Kate Baer

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NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤenhypen masterlist | library | ni-ki bf hc part 1

a/n: man when will it be may over riki era... probably never. anyways pt 2 to my riki bf headcanons post 😭 p.s. i DID post this on a side blog a while ago to try out tags so if u saw that no u didnt lol

genre: fluff ☝️ warnings: not proofread, kissing, if you want me to add anything please let me know!

idrk how to start this off so we're just gonna get str8 into it yeah lets GO

he is so whipped for you it's actually concerning. everyone can tell he is absolutely head over heels for you. from the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you to the way he can't shut up about you, it's just so obvious.

he adores you, honestly.

he can't help but smile when he sees you, always admiring you. doesn't matter what you're doing; be it you brushing your teeth, eating food, putting your shoes on, or sleeping. doesn't matter! he's watching you with hearts in his eyes and a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.

his heart swells whenever you hug and/or kiss him. he may not act like it, but he is so soft for you it's actually insane. he melts in your arms the second you wrap them around him. feels safe and content, closing his eyes as he buries his head in your shoulder.

physical affection is very very important to him, it makes him feel special. he enjoys it more than he likes to admit, to be honest!

he loves loves loves kisses!! you littering kisses all over his face? he's down. him littering kisses all over your face? he's down. a kiss on his cheek? absolutely! giving him a big phat smooch on the lips?? you just made him the happiest boy ever!!!!!

(more under the cut!)

if you cup his face in your hands and just enjoy the moment as you get lost in each other's eyes he will get all mushy and lovey dovey. it's moments like these that make him realize just how in love he is with you, how much he cherishes you, and how he wants to show you he appreciates you.

riki isn't really the best with words, it's a bit awkward for him to verbalize his feelings toward you... and also impossible as well, because he simply can not describe the overwhelming amount of love he has for you.

but whenever the time calls, he can list a thousand reasons as to why he fell in love with you. from your beauty to your personality, he notices things about you even you don't notice, and it never fails to make you smile (which is basically all that matters to him)

3AM dates with riki? 3AM dates with riki.

it's a must, honestly. whenever he can't sleep he almost always messages you. he doesn't like to bother you, but he can't help it! he's so bored and you're his s/o, who else would he spam at like 2 in the morning??

he's always amused when you answer him & complain about how you were about to go to sleep and how he disturbed you. but he knows you're lying by the way you're refusing to leave when he tells you he won't mind if you go to bed and that he can always just go back to scrolling through tiktok.

"oh you're sleepy? okay 👍 i'll just go back to tiktok then" "NO DONT GO IM NOT GOING TO SLEEP YET"

and when he offers to go snack hunting at a 24 hour convenience store, who are you to refuse? and even if you were to refuse... too bad he's literally at your door right now, open up y/n <3

sometimes he doesn't even message you beforehand, he just randomly shows up at your house and the next thing you know you're taking a walk while everyone else in your neighborhood is sound asleep.

tries his best to be super cliche romantic with you. says he does it only cuz he knows you want him to do it, when in reality a part of him has always wanted to recreate those overused cute scenes in romance movies.

he will never admit to it, but sometimes he purposefully sets your dates on the days he knows there will be rain. he checks the weather beforehand just to make sure it's a rainy day 😭

but why? you may ask...

so he can take off his warm jacket and drape it over your figure when he notices you shaking and shivering beside him. so he can pull out his umbrella - specifically the smallest umbrella he could find at the dorms so he has an excuse to pull your body against his side and protect you from the rain droplets that slowly fall onto the top of your head.

and most importantly, so he can walk you home, discard the umbrella once he reaches your doorstep, watch as the rain drops glide down from your head to your face. and then he leans in and gently wipes them away from your features as he smiles softly when he notices your breath hitch at the close proximity. his hands then find their way to your cheeks, thumbs wiping away more droplets as the rain gets heavier and heavier. and at this point neither of you care that your clothes are basically drenched. all that you can focus on is how he's so gently holding your face in his hands, how he's looking into your eyes with so much love and adoration, and how he is so close to you that you can admire all the pretty moles that are scattered across his face, thinking that it's impossible for him to get any closer. but when he tilts his head and somehow shortens the proximity even more you can't help but flutter your eyes shut as you feel his lips lightly graze over yours. but he doesn't kiss you. he simply smiles before completely pulling away, grabbing his umbrella and walking off.

Yeah HE'S ANNOYING 😑😑😑👎👎👎

and when u run inside your house pull out ur phone and proceed to spam him telling him he can't just do that & that if he pulls that shit on you ever again ure gonna break up w him...

yeah he just smirks 🧍‍♀️ bcuz he knows u dont mean it- OF COURSE U DON'T- he's got u wrapped around his finger, there's no way out, i fear...

but let's not pretend he's not wrapped around your finger... cuz he is.

if you suddenly call him to hang out or tell him you miss him he is basically running to your location!!

but not before pretending that he's too busy and complaining about how you're so "needy" and "obsessed" with him, but in a lighthearted manner obviously.

he would rather step on a bunch of spikey nails with his bare feet than upset you with his words. and if he feels that his words affected you in a bad way he will kiss you all over your face and reassure you that he didn't mean it like that

he's soft but just for you 🫰

well... maybe not just for you but he's definitely the most comfortable showing you his soft side 🫶 you're basically the only one he doesn't feel awkward sharing his lovey dovey mushy thoughts with

even though he's confident now, just like the first few months of your relationship, he still gets shy around you. he thinks it's embarrassing, but you think it's cute :)

for example, when he tries to call you new pet names that you two aren't usually used to.

the second the word sweetheart left his lips he immediately turned away from your figure, hid his face in his hands and cringed at himself for even contemplating calling you that. you had to practically beg him to turn around because he was refusing to look at you for a good 5 minutes 😭

"that was so bad, y/n. why did i say that?"

and then he whines about it to you so if you want him to shut up you have to hold his face and give him a quick kiss

one time you tried shutting him up by putting your hand over his mouth... but it backfired. he licked your palm 🧍‍♀️ so naturally, you used his shirt as a tissue and wiped your palm on him while complaining about how gross he was

yeah... a kiss it is.

speaking of kisses, he loves them

more specifically, he loves catching you off guard with them.

you two could be play fighting with pillows, watching a movie, bickering, cuddling, simply talking and suddenly his lips are on yours?

mostly he pulls this on you when you two are playing video games and he feels that there's a chance he might lose to you

he puts down his controller, gently grabs your chin, squishes your cheeks so your lips pout and gently puts his plush lips on yours.

inevitably, you close your eyes. biggest mistake you've ever made.

with one hand still squishing your cheeks and his lips still moving in sync with yours, he uses his other hand to pick up his controller and beats your ass in the game

when you hear the victory cheers coming from the TV you quickly open your eyes and gasp in shock at the sight of the screen.

you call him a dirty cheater, which is true...

but is it really cheating if he's kissing you?

"you cheated!! you were kissing me just to distract me, what the hell?!"

"it's not cheating if you don't get caught 😁"

"that doesn't even apply to this scena-"

boom! he kisses you again.

he's a shithead. but he's your shithead.

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I KNOW IM A STAR WARS BLOG, BUT I NEED TO DUMP ALL OF MY HAZBIN HOTEL THOUGHTS SOMEWHERE SO YEAH-

BEWARE, SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 7 AND 8 BELOW

Ok so, I need to infodump all of my shit about Alastor first bc he's my favorite and I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH CURRENTLY!!! BASHING MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL!!! EATING GLASS!!!

Firstly, I kinda figured that Alastor wasn't gonna beat Adam because-

1. it wouldn't make sense for the plot for Alastor to beat him since Adam has been set up more as an antagonist for Charlie, if Alastor beat Adam then it wouldn't be satisfying story-wise

and 2. because Alastor certainly isn't as powerful as Adam and, while I do think that Adam could be beaten by someone weaker than him via outsmarting him, obviously it wouldn't be Alastor because of the above reasons + Alastor is arrogant as fuck and I think he underestimated Adam a lot, which is part of the reason he lost

That being said, I think Alastor did pretty well all things considered and I loved the fight scene anyway just because of how much shit he was talking to Adam---it was fucking hilarious! It scared the shit out of me when Adam injured him, though, ngl 😭

ALSO ALSO ALSO-

The theory demons in my head are losing their shit because of Alastor's final song bit + Husk's comment about Alastor "being on a leash" because WHAT IF WHAT IF WHAT IF-

From what Alastor says in his part, it seems to imply that his power is constrained because of his deal AND he outright says he's looking for a backdoor to the deal and HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM EATING GLASS-

WHO DID HE MAKE A DEAL WITH???

HOW POWERFUL IS HE REALLY???

HOW IS HE PLANNING ON CIRCUMVENTING HIS DEAL???

AND HOW IS HIS DEAL WITH CHARLIE GOING TO COME BACK???

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*cough cough* ok, but enough about Alastor for now and now onto the rest of it all-

WE GOT A CHAGGIE DUET HOLY SHIT, AND THEY SAID THEY LOVED EACH OTHER, AND THEY KISSED!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM GOING INSANE OVER THESE TWO, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

It was so fucking sweet!!!

AND I LOVED THE HUSKERDUST TIDBITS WE GOT IN THESE EPISODES!!! THE WAY THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER??? ONCE AGAIN, I AM EATING GLASS!!!

ALSO CHARLIE'S DEMON FORM??? RAZZLE AND DAZZLE'S TRUE FORMS??? AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

AND LUCIFER CAME IN TO SAVE CHARLIE, AND HOW HE SUPPORTED HER AND HELPED HER REBUILD THE HOTEL??? I WAS FUCKING UGLY SOBBING ISTG

Also I love Lucifer so much, the way he was sassing Adam about the fact that he took both his wives 💀Adam really fumbled the bad twice smh

Speaking of which, I love that Nifty was the one to kill Adam---can you imagine how pissed he'd be about that? He's not even killed by anyone powerful, he's killed by the fucking housemaid who has a bad boy kink 💀🤣

ALSO, WE SAW LILITH??? AND SHE WAS IN HEAVEN??? AND LUTE IS SENDING HER DOWN TO STOP CHARLIE??? WHAT???

Anyways, I'm done now.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel adam #chaggie #huskerdust

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sinning-23 · 2 months

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My First Kiss

OKAY so this is indeed a multi fandom page and I have recently been rewatching Attack on Titan so I hope you guys are ready to endure this brainrot with me :D I'll probably make a pt. 2 with the higher ups and shit-

Never fear tho i have some OPLA stuff in the works too I just haven't really finished it up...

ps. im sorry for any spelling errors I wrote this on impulse

ANYWHO enjoy!

Eren

Your first kiss was completely by accident. Didn't make it any less rendering or embarrassing. The conversation between you and the main three was getting heated, Armin making a valid point that Eren simply wasn't listening to (he was listening he's just hardheaded) and Mikasa gave her occasional input only fueling the fire.

Somehow the debate took a turn and before you knew it everyone was becoming more and more animated in their movements. You had simply turned your head a bit too quickly in the direction Eren was sitting nd coincidentally he had moved forward just enough for your lips to meet in a quick pec.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry!" You yip, immediately pressing your fingertips to the spot on your lips.

You'd never seen Eren turn so red so fast. He tried to play it off, averting his eyes as the conversation died down a bit at the awkward occurrence. He'd never admit that he was hoping for something like that to happen.

Armin

You were a bit taller than Armin, well at least when you were younger. The blond just HAD to have a growth spurt. Anyway, you had a bit of making your height different more painfully obvious. When he reached for books you often got them off the higher shelf and teased him a little before giving and handing him the hardcover he desired.

As previously stated, he just HAD to have a growth spurt. Now if was your turn to be teased. You had been reaching as best you could, the presence behind you making you stop.

The blond had grabbed the item so easily, hell you'd forgotten what you needed at this point. he looked...good from this angle, his eyes somehow darker as he looked down at you with a smile.

"I won't tease." He hums, pressing his lips to your wrist, your hand still stretched upwards before he places the item in it.

If your major crush on the blond wasn't solidified before it sure as hell was now

Connie

You and Connie were already in a relationship, more secret so as to not draw attention but god damn it was easy to see you two were a lot closer than before...and neither of you was really good at keeping a secret like this especially when the two of you always had your hands off one another.

At this point, everyone had seen you two hold hands, sneak off during training to just be in each other's presence, little stuff. The one thing that had yet to be seen was more intimate contact. And it was only because it hadn't even happened yet. You and Constance hadn't kissed yet...so when you had snuck into the boy's dorm to lay with your glorified cuddle buddy, you weren't expecting anything but that. Until he started talking to you. In whispers of course.

"Hey y/n," He began, your fingers intertwined as you faced each other, your limbs tangled with one another.

"Yeah, Connie?" You answer, throat suddenly dry when his hand rests against your hip. It wasn't like you didn't think about being more romantic with Connie, you were really just nervous, you'd never kissed anyone before and neither had he.

"Do you think we should...kiss more. I mean, you are my girlfriend, I should kiss you, right?" He asks, his eyes looking down at yours, easy to see even in the darkened room.

"Do you want to kiss me Constance?" You ask, placing you hand behind his neck, your thumb rubbing over the fuzz at the base of his neck from hs buzzcut.

There was a little hesitation but your question was answered when his lips are pressed firm against your own.

Jean

This smug bastard, he knows you like to pick fights just as much as he does. and when you pick fights with him, it's honestly his favorite thing. He loves how your eyebrows angle so far down that you have a little crease between them. He loves how you get in his face and point that well-manicured finger into his chest. He loves it when you get loud. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but sometimes he pisses you off on purpose for just a crumb of your attention.

This particular argument was over who was supposed to clean the stables. You insist he help you but of course, he wants to fight, so he declines.

"I wasn't asking I was telling dumbasss now get up and help me." You huff, walking to him, your head angled upwards and the height difference. He only smirks and takes the opportunity to claim your lisp. The action surprised him a little bit. Since when did he get the balls to do something as bold as that. What surprised him more was when you tugged at his collard to push him away...but only doubled down and snatched him back to meet your lips again.

Yeah, if this was when he was gonna get when he pissed you off, he was gonna make it a point to do it more often.

Reiner

Honestly, you couldn't remember when you and Reiner first kissed, you two just sort of...did it and didn't stop doing it. Reiner always had some sort of scary guard dog position when he was with you and made it a point to let everyone know who was treating you like the goddess you were. So, any chance he got to show you off and show that he was totally hitting that, he did. According to him, your first kiss was right after you teo had been training all day.

You coudlt get the move down and you had been expressing your frustrationt o him. So, he offered to help you practice.

"I'll be great practive, you never know the size of your opponent so use this as a reference. Dont hold back." He insited, taking a stance as you breathe deeply.

You sprinted towards him, sliding between the bap he left between his legs. You were quick to put him in a chokehold, leaning back so that he would lose balance, and sure enough he did. You had managed to crawl from under him, positioning yourself atop him, your legs at either side of his waist as pride fills your face.

"I did it!" You celebrate, huffing in satisfaction before commigntot he realization of your current position.

"I-Wow okay sorry Reiner-" You apologize, hearing him chuckle a bit before sitting up on his forearms.

"Nah it's fine, i think i like this position though, nice work."

And before you could process the fact that your training crush had made a bit of a suggestive comment, his lips were already pressed quickly to your own.

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Authors Note; UHHHH lemme know what all wanna see next my ask box is always open my luvs <3

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latriii · 1 year

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✶ LET ME GO ( 가자 )

・ yang jungwon x f!reader ・friends/lovers to ..

・you, sunghoon, and jungwon were childhood friends until jungwon suddenly confesses to you and claims he wanted a private relationship while also being in contact with multiple people at once— knowing this, you decide to create a plan by using Sunghoon to move on but Jungwon wont let you.

・warning(s) .. 14+ FOR MATURE READERS, Jungwon is a dickhead, profanity, situationship relationship. They are toxic as HELLLLL. THIS WAS SO RUSHED IM SORRY!!!!!

・word count 1.7k ・Let me go — Daniel Caesar

Why wont you let me go?

“Seriously,” Your hands ran through your thick silky hair. Frustration expanded throughout your body as you leaned your back against the cold lockers behind you.

“Please Yn.” Jungwon’s body was trapping you from walking away. He had dragged you all the way to the boys locker-room to talk alone.

“Just let me go Jungwon.” You scoffed, trying to push him away but failed. He stood close to you, the heat of his body transferring to yours while you two locked eyes. The dim lights in the locker room revealed his desperation.

Ding, ding, ding.

The buzzing and sounds coming from his device caught both of your attention. Jungwon gaze shifted between you and his phone, he was getting so many notifications at once. You scoff at this, he’s begging you to take him back while still in contact with someone else.

“You keep wasting my time.” You gently pushed the boy back, separating your bodies. He kept his eyes on you, smoothly grabbing your arm and pulling you closer, nuzzling his face into yours.

“You keep coming back.” You feel a familiar sensation as he whispers these words, but you don’t move away. You knew you had a soft spot for him, you grew up together, been neighbors since forever, and your families were practically closer than you are with your real family.

“Just let me go.” You softly said, his grip on you tightened as an act of desperation. “Jungwon, you’ll see me later anyway.” You internally rolled your eyes, trying to step back— just to be met with the same lockers again.

“Yeah but our parents will be there. I don’t want my moms best friend thinking im in a relationship with her daughter.” Jungwon relaxes his grip, though tightening it slightly again for emphasis.

“What’s your problem? You want us to be together yet you still want to hide it from everyone?” Jungwon looks away for a second, before sighing heavily and finally letting you go.

It’s nearly 2 in the afternoon and you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Jungwon’s car. You hadn’t said much during the drive, the only sound being music from the radio.

You stare out the window as Jungwon glanced at you every few moments. He had one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other rested in your hands.

You felt defeated. You told yourself you weren’t going to speak to him for the whole day, even if it meant ignoring him in front of your families.

But you couldn’t do it.

“We’re here.” Jungwon said, pulling his hand away from your grip, he got out his car and closed the door in your face before you could speak. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. You took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out of the car.

You both greeted your families once you got into his house, and then you both went your separate ways.

You went to go talk to your older brother Jay, while Jungwon went into his room. You forced a smile on your face as you talked with him, when suddenly, you felt someone’s presence behind you.

“Sunghoon long time no see.” Jay gently pushed you aside as he dapped up the boy behind you. You felt a wave of emotions wash over you, from confusion to excitement, as you watched the pair exchange words.

Sunghoon’s eyes shifted to you, its been two years since you last saw him, and you felt like you were frozen in your spot, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“You still are beautiful, you know that?” Sunghoon pulled you in for a hug as your face dug into his chest, inhaling his cologne.

“Can I have a moment with Sunghoon?” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned to a not so happy Jungwon. His eyes shifted between the two of you, a scowl clear on his face.

Sunghoon nodded. You stood there alone as you watched the two walk into Jungwon’s bedroom, leaving you to ponder on the past.

And for the rest of the night, you hadn’t talked nor seen the both of them. So you left early while your parents stayed to party.

You roll over in bed, scrolling through your playlist. None of these songs stood out to you except for Daniel Caesars ‘Let me go.’

You closed your eyes, letting the lyrics wash over you. You were years deep into your thought; you wanted Jungwon to be your boyfriend but you knew he wasn’t for it even though he was the one who wanted to even start the relationship.

it hurt your heart just thinking about it. You also knew you had to let it go. You were only hurting yourself in the end.

Your music suddenly stopped and your phone started buzzing. You glance at the device, noticing a call from the contact ‘Jungwon <3’ highlighted on your phone.

You ignore it. You didn’t need his energy tonight. But, deep down you knew that you wanted to answer.

You sat up, laying your back against your bed frame as you search up his contact just to receive a text from him.

Jungwon <3 : pick up your phone.

Me : dude wtf

Jungwon<3: look out your window.

Curiosity ran through your body. The last time he told you to look out your window was the day he confessed to you.

You get up from your bed as you made your way to your window. You and jungwon’s bedrooms were right across from one another.

There he stood, holding up a sign that wrote ‘Forgive me’ but what stood out was the small writing in the corner that said; ‘And dont get with Sunghoon’

You rolled your eyes as Jungwon sent you a cheeky smile from behind his sign.

You just flipped him off and closed your curtains.

You didn’t even think about getting with Sunghoon, but now that he said that, thats all you were thinking about. So with that, you shoot Sunghoon a text.

Me: are you coming back to our school?

Sunghoon: late night text? miss me already?

Me: shutup and answer me

Sunghoon: yes, ill be there monday

This is where your not so good plan against Jungwon began.

Day one was stressful, you needed to find Sunghoon but all you saw was Jungwon’s arms wrapped around Minji’s shoulders as they walked to class together.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of the two but you just kept searching for Sunghoon nonetheless. You desperately needed Jungwon to see you two together.

“Dude this is starting to stress me out.” You stuffed a handful of chips into your mouth and chewed on them aggressively.

“Relax on the chips.” Riki chuckled, “And you still didn’t tell me what you’re trying to do.”

“Im trying to find Sunghoon.” You huffed out.

“Why? isn’t he in Japan?” Riki shot you a dumbfounded expression, as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone.

“No, that’s Keita.”

“Oh yeah, wait. Sunghoon is back?” You nodded, still on search for the mentioned boy. You even squinted your eyes but no luck.

Riki raised a brow. “So you’re just not going to tell me.”

“Just know I have a brilliant plan.”

Day two was definitely better. You actually found Sunghoon roaming around school with Jake and Sunoo.

“Sunghoon!” You gently grabbed his arm, he turned towards you. He gave you a soft smile while also having confusion swarming his facial expression.

“Can I talk to you. Privately.” You tilted your head, tugging on his arm.

“Sure.” You smile— wrapping your arm around his, dragging him your next class which you had with Jungwon.

“You look good.” Sunghoon spoke as you gently got pushed back against the wall, attracting eyes but you payed no mind. You were focused on Sunghoon.

Where did this boldness come from? You’ve known Sunghoon your whole life and suddenly he moved to Busan for two years and comes back as a new man.

“You’re quite bold today.” You look up at the boy as he returned a smirk.

“I know.”

You didn’t see Jungwon until you walked into class, but you didn’t care. You saw a whole new side of Sunghoon and suddenly your plan to use Sunghoon as revenge disappeared. You wanted him now.

You assumed that Jungwon hadn’t seen you but oh boy were you wrong. You scrolled through your phone when you received what seemed like millions of texts from Jungwon.

Jungwon<3: whats your problem

Jungwon<3: are you really getting with sunghoon?

Jungwon<3: hello?

Jungwon<3: im coming over

Me: stop

“Yn! Jungwon’s here to see you.” You heard your mom yell from the first floor, you quickly jump up from your bed and rushed over to open your door to be met with Jungwon.

He was hovering over you, he was visibly angry. His deep brown locks rested above his beautifully shaped cat like eyes as they stared down at you. His dimple deeper than ever from him sucking the inside of his cheek. His eyes were fixated on you and only you.

“Jungwon.” You put your hands on his chest, he simply ignored you— making his way into your room and closing the door behind him.

“Why are you flirting with Sunghoon out in the open.” The boy crossed his arms.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Why do you care?”

“Because you’re mine?” Jungwon spat out.

“Oh and Minji’s not?” You snapped back. “Why do you keep doing this to me. You say you don’t want a relationship with me but you keep getting in the way whenever I move on!”

Silence filled the room, Jungwon looked down as the grip around his own arms tightened.

“You know what, I’m done.” You grab jungwon’s arm and forcefully dragged him out your room and down the stairs then out your front door.

“Yn wait.” Jungwon held onto your arms, but you yank them away. You really were done with him.

You had a plan and it worked. But now you just wanted peace and this was your first step to it.

Confrontation.

“No, im sick of this. Just let me go.”

✶ LATRII | 2O23. do not copy or plagiarize any of my work.

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rowretro · 3 months

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✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: Blood, stabbing, violence, kissing, mentions of suicide

✧tag list✧:@chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark @strawbsj (pls tell me if i'm missing any tags)

✧CHAPTER 15✧

The day was pretty crazy with all those crazy issues in the way of the couple’s special day, and yet they overcame all those problems without getting upset at each other. They say that weddings are truly a test to prove how strong the couple’s love is, and those petty obstacles didn’t break their love. Now married, y/n smiled as she washed some dishes. Heeseung offered to watch the baby, letting the couple have their privacy.

Riki walked into the kitchen, a towel around his neck, collecting a few water droplets from his hair. He saw her at the sink, smiling as she washed the dishes. His arms wrapped around her waist, his face at her neck as he placed a few soft kisses “Do you like doing dishes babe? It’s our night and your smiling while washing a practically clean plate” he pointed out as the girl snickered, washing her hands and drying them on her apron.

She turned around to face him, kissing his jaw as the male smiled “Tell me wifey, what do you want your dear husband to get for you?... new car? A boat? A bigger mansion in an expensive country?” Riki asked with a smile as the girl shook her head. “Please, I already have the perfect husband, a sweet little son, our family just walking distance from here, and a nice home to share with my love… I could just die” the girl said with a smile as Riki kissed her forehead.

Just as she said that, the woman fell unconscious in his arms. It all happened in a second, he barely had the time to even process what had happened, until his eyes fell on the growing, deep red area of her dress, her teary eyes meeting his. Someone shot her. Riki screamed, yanking open a drawer, grabbing a gun as he held her tight in his arms, the two, on the ground, as multiple bullets shot through the window.

“FUCK THOSE MOTHER FUKCERS- baby stay awake for me yeah? I called the boys they’ll be here yeah- FUCK-” Before he even got a chance to finished, the man was knocked out cold, with a blow to his head. The 2 remain unconscious in the kitchen. “Dare kill my brother Nishimura?!... you think I’d let you get away with that?!!!” The man asked, smirking and laughing as he kicked the man. “Now look who’s head is at my feet…” the man laughed.

A few hours had passed, Riki woke up in the living room, his wife at the feet of Yeonjun, as he was tied to the staircase. “And we meet Nishimura. Sorry about your wife bro, see I needed you to know just how it feels when someone you love gets killed.” Yeonjun calmly said “So now we’re even right? Anyways I know you’re going to kill yourself right after because I just killed the only human you’d die for, but before that, why don’t you sign this contract and hand your drug empire over to me hmm?” Yeonjun simply asked as the younger male glared holes into him.

Yeonjun faked a pout as he knelt down before him “You really think I can’t get it if you don’t sign this paper?... fuck it boys, lets go.” Yeonjun said as he left, the men left all ovens, microwaves, stoves and everything on before pouring gasoline all over as they left the building. Riki broke out of the ropes before running towards Y/n who was barely moving, her eyes flutter open as she choked up blood. “R-Riki you need to leave now.” she sternly stutterred as Riki lifted her from the ground “Im not leaving with out y-”

“Riki no you have to… I’m not going to make it ok?.... Just promise me one thing… you will continue being a drug lord, heck the biggest one worldwide, everyone should know you and fear you, and our son will be just like you yeah?” She managed to say as Riki flinched at the explosion just beside them “Y/N JUST SHUT UP YOU’RE COMING WITH ME, WHATEVER HAPPENS YOU WILL BE THERE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO YEAH?! Y/N- BABE-” The man screamed as he started shaking her.

He couldn’t waste anymore time… He had to leave… so he left. And the building blew to pieces…

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

(No this is not the end…Infact this story is just starting….)

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sturniolosugar · 4 months

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DAMAGED.

pairing y/n & chris sturniolo

summary: Y/N is in a toxic relationship with her boyfriend Gio. Y/n meets someone named Chris and finds herself in a fucked up situation. She’s fighting herself internally and struggles to try to keep her emotions and actions in check.

warnings: mentions of smoking, alcohol, partying, hard drugs (not in detail just a mention, not describing doing them or anything), toxic relationship.

not proof read. might be multiple parts. lmk if I should make more parts! luv u guys <3

pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7

It’s been 2 hours since me and Gio have been on good terms again & he’s already pissing me off. Gio and I have been dating on and off for 6 months. I met him in senior year and we’ve been dating ever since but it’s getting extremely toxic and soul crushing. He’s not who he used to be when I first met him but I guess everyone isn’t who they pretend to be. We’ve both graduated now and it’s just been harder and harder everyday to stay with him. The only thing that’s keeping me from leaving him for good is that I have the smallest bit of hope that he will change. He’s cheated on me, said outrageous shit to me during arguments, almost put his hands on me. And yet I still try to make this work. I just love to hard. When I care I care hard.

Gio has been begging me for the past hour to go to go to a party with him. I hate parties and he knows this. I would rather hang out with a couple people who I know and trust then be around hella people who I don’t know, don’t trust, & wouldn’t give two fucks if I were to be dead by tomorrow. But Gio is manipulative and talks to me into it anyways. “Yesss okay I love you Im gonna go home and get ready I’ll pick you up when it’s time to go.” Gio says as he picks up his car keys and kisses me goodbye before walking out of my room. Here we go again. He always gets his way. He drives me fucking nuts but I care so much.

We arrive to outside of the party and there are cars parked everywhere. I hate this shit. Gio parks down the street. “Are you ready babe?” He asks smiling. “Yeah whatever” I say irritated. “Babe don’t be like that. Have fun for once in your life.” He says furrowing his eyebrows. “Don’t start. Let’s just go inside.” I say rolling my eyes trying to avoid another argument. We step outside the car and start walking towards the house that the parties at. As we make our way up to the house I hear loud music playing and people talking over each other.

People are laughing, throwing up, yelling, dancing around the house. I’ve lost Gio and I don’t know where he went. I’ve only had 2 shots and I’m not planning on having anymore knowing I’m gonna have to drive Gio’s car back. He never knows when to stop partying he takes it to far every-time. I’m looking around the house while standing in the kitchen watching people act reckless. I look towards the living room and see people making out on the couch. I look over next to them and see a brunette, blue eyed boy sitting by himself smoking on a blunt. He’s very attractive it makes me question how he doesn’t have hella bitches surrounding him right now. What is a man like him doing alone here? He takes a hit of the blunt and looks up catching me staring at him. He blows out the smoke and smiles at me. I smile back at him before I turn around to the sound of someone throwing up. I look behind me and someone is quite literally throwing up their guts. Ew. I start to move and remember Gio is here somewhere. Where the fuck is he? I start walking all over the house searching for my boyfriend.

I walk upstairs and am opening all the bedroom doors to see if he passed out in one of the rooms. I reach the bathroom and open the door. My jaw drops. My boyfriend is practically eating some random chicks face with one of his hands gripping her ass. I look over and on the sink counter there are 3 white lines, coke. The girl and him turn around to look at me in-sync. My heart starts racing. A million thoughts race to my mind. So many emotions run through my body all at once. “Y/n fuck I’m sorry I can explain.” He says before watching me run down the stairs. Fuck this. I go to the kitchen and grab a bottle of Tito’s. I take 3 big gulps before someone’s hand snatches the bottle away from me. “Are you trying to get alcohol poisoning?” I hear a man’s voice say. I look at him confused, he’s holding the bottle in his hand. It’s the brunette, blue eyed boy from earlier that I saw smoking alone. “Maybe, do you wanna join?” I say. He looks at me with a concerned face.

He shrugs and takes big gulps of the Tito’s bottle. “Follow me” he says and grabs my hand leading me through the crowd full of sweaty bodies with the bottle still in his other hand. We make it outside to the backyard where there is a bonfire going on. “What are we doing” I say laughing feeling the alcohol start to kick in. “You need fresh air” the boy says. “What’s your name?” I ask. “Chris.” He says with the bottle still in his hand. “What are you doing here alone Chris?” I ask raising my eyebrows. “I’m not alone, my brothers are here.” He says. “Ohhhh” I say. “What are you are you doing here alone?” He asks. “I came with my boyfriend who is now my ex-boyfriend. I found him doing coke and shoving his tongue into a girls mouth in the upstairs bathroom. Hence why I went and started chugging the Tito’s, right before you snatched it away from me.” I say grabbing the bottle back from him and taking a drink. “Slow down. You can drink, just don’t chug it. I’m sorry about your boyfriend or ex boyfriend. And doing coke is for legitimate losers, it’s his loss.” Chris says. I shrug my shoulders.

Chris and I sit down by the bonfire and start passing the bottle back and forth while talking. “Yeah I don’t understand why it was so hard for me to just leave him. But this is the last straw. I can’t be with a tweaker. As soon as I saw the coke I knew that I wanted nothing to do with him anymore.” I say letting words come out of my mouth without thinking. Chris takes a drink from the Tito’s bottle while staring into the fire. “I don’t understand how he pulled you, & the proceeded to fumble the bag.” He says chuckling. “So what about you? Do you have a girlfriend or are you talking to anyone or anything?” I ask curiously. “Nah. If I had girlfriend I wouldn’t be sitting here and talking to you. Im not interested in dating someone unless I have a connection with them. I feel like I haven’t found the right girl which is why I’ve never been in an actual relationship ” He says. “I would never expect that sentence to come from a guy that looks like you” I say. I take the bottle from his hands and take a drink.

Some time has gone by and me and Chris are plastered drunk. We have sat here for about 3 hours laughing and bonding about numerous things while watching the fire and passing the bottle back & forth making me forget about what happened with Gio. “You look really good tonight by the way. I don’t know if I said that already but I’ve said it to you in my head like 67 times.” Chris says making our eyes lock. I feel myself blush “thank you” I say smiling. “Are you cold?” Chris asks. “Uh I don’t know” I say. “You have goosebumps, your wearing a mini skirt you have to be cold y/n” he says. I shrug. “Come here” he says. “What?” I ask. “Come here” Chris repeats. I stand up and feel myself trying to keep my balance. I walk towards him and he grabs my body making me sit down on his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans on my shoulder. “I’m cold too. I’m just using you to warm me up.” He says jokingly. I go to pick the Tito’s bottle up to take a drink before he reaches the bottle before me. “No more” he says. “Whattt??? Whyyyy?? I’m having fun.” I say trying to keep my composure. “Because I’m fucked up. So that means if I’m fucked up, your fucked up. Because your like half my size.” He says. I roll my eyes.

I grab Chris’s face making him look me in my eyes. I don’t say anything I just stare into his eyes. He smiles at me. “Your really pretty, you know that ma?” Chris says looking into my eyes. “Your really pretty” I say back to Chris copying him. He rubs his hands up and down my back. We stare into each others eyes for a minute. I start feeling euphoric as I get lost in his eyes. I lean more forward towards him as I’m still sitting on his lap. “Can I kiss you?” I ask wanting to feel his lips on mine. “Yes” Chris says smiling. I kiss Chris’s lips gently before pulling back. He leans forward before kissing my lips slowly causing adrenaline to run through my body. “Y/N!” I hear a man’s voice yell. I look up seeing Gio walking towards me and Chris with an angry expression. Fuck I’m to drunk for this. Chris looks the direction I’m looking and realizes it’s the man I was ranting to him about a little bit ago.

I get up off Chris’s lap and try standing up trying to keep my balance. Chris stays still in his chair keeping his eyes on the fire. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Gio yells at me. “I- you- Gio- we’re done. You lost me for good.” I say grabbing onto Chris’s shoulder trying to keep myself from falling. Chris keeps his eyes on the fire. “Your a slut. You think you can just go and makeout with any dude who comes into contact with you. Your a fucking whore.” Gio yells into my face causing tears to rise in my eyes. Chris stands up. “Dude. She’s really drunk right now, maybe talk about this while you guys are sober.” Chris says. “Shut the fuck up. She’s a whore. She deserves to hear this right now.” Gio yells clearly fucked up from the drugs he’s taken. “Literally go to hell Gio. You get to do coke and shove your tongue-” I start to yell but am cut off by Gio wrapping his hands around my wrist tightly, pulling me away from Chris. “Let go of me Gio your hurting me.” I yell. He tightens his grip on my wrist. “Shut the fuck up y/n” Gio says through gritted teeth while trying to pull me away. Before I knew it Chris was standing in front of gio. “Let her go bro” Chris says calmly. “Fuck you” Gio says. Chris immediately punches Gio in the face causing Gio to hit the ground. He continues pouncing on Gio. “Chris stop. Stop!” I yell with tears in my eyes.

Chris stops and stands up. He looks up at me with blood dripping down his knuckles and Gio still on the ground. I start crying uncontrollably. He walks towards me grabbing my wrist gently raising it revealing red marks around my wrist from Gio grabbing it so hard. Chris let’s out a breath shaking his head. “I’m calling an Uber for you, go home please. Please be safe.” Chris says wrapping his arms around me tightly. “I don’t wanna be alone” I say while still crying with his arms still wrapped around me. “You can come home with me if you want. I’ll call us an Uber and you can sleep in my room and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Chris says while holding me. I shake my head yes with tears still pouring out of my eyes.

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