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moonlightredfern · 10 months
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Ok so fuck my whole responsible adult plan. I’m gonna get up at 3am and binge the entire season before work starts.
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tiredsleep · 2 years
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ashwinmeird · 4 months
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“What’s wrong with him?” Robin asked as soon as she arrived.
Steve knew this was a pretty weird thing for her to walk in on even by Eddie in Steve’s presence’s usual standards. They were in Steve’s kitchen, Steve trying to make something not hard, crunchy, or sticky that Eddie would actually eat while Eddie had his two hands wrapped around Steve's bicep and eyes locked on the same spot.
“Dentist,” Steve said.
Robin watched them a moment longer as Eddie moved wordlessly with Steve around the kitchen. “Yeah,” she muttered, “I’m going to need more of an explanation than that.”
“He got that graft on his front bottom tooth, now he’s sore and is supposed to agitate the area as little as possible.”
“The joys of government insurance.” Eddie said it with a smirk that was immediately replaced with a wince.
Steve eyed him. “I’m letting you break the rule about staying off your feet, at least try not to do any damage this soon.”
“Dental work sucks,” Robin said in solidarity before turning back to Steve. “He’s doing this because he can’t bite you like he usually does?”
“Pretty much.”
“So he’s going to be like this for a while.”
Steve shrugged. “Dentist said about a week and he should mostly be back to normal but the post op isn’t ‘til a week after that.”
Robin nodded. “Avoid coming over here for the next week because you two are going to be even weirder and more tension-y than normal, got it.”
“What?”
Steve didn’t look at Eddie. Robin knew about Steve’s recently discovered feelings- ones that were probably not reciprocated- but she wouldn’t just reveal that in front of Eddie. She must just have been talking about how Eddie acted around Steve, but Eddie was just kind of weird.
“I’m going to work now.”
“But-“
“Bye, guys!”
Steve blinked as she scampered out of the kitchen. “Was she wearing my vest?”
Eddie didn’t respond, he kept staring at Steve’s arm longingly.
Steve walked them both back over to the freezer and handed Eddie his paper-towel-wrapped ice pack since it had been ten minutes since he last had it on.
Eddie took it without looking away from Steve’s arm.
“You really want to bite me don’t you?”
“Yes,” Eddie sighed.
Steve patted his shoulder, not really knowing how to properly comfort him. “Give it a day or two so you stop hurting as much then we’ll talk about it. Let’s go out to the couch and you can try eating some pasta once your time with Mr. Ice Pack is up again.”
Eddie begrudgingly ate some of the pasta Steve had so lovingly prepared for him. By hand, one noodle at a time like he always did because he could never eat anything the way it was intended.
“Thank you,” Eddie muttered into Steve’s neck. He had managed to fully wrap himself around Steve in the few minutes they’d been sitting on the couch, wriggling until he was satisfactorily koala-ed onto Steve.
“‘Welcome. Is this your substitute for biting me?”
Eddie pulled back so he could look Steve in the eye. “Maybe.”
“I’d let you bite me if it wouldn’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
Eddie didn’t look away. Neither did Steve. They didn’t speak, didn’t anything.
Just looked.
Eddie’s eyes dipped. Just once, only for a moment.
Steve froze.
Oh.
This was that tension Robin was talking about.
“There are- uh- other things we could do right now if it wouldn’t hurt you.” Eddie’s eyes widened. “Like kiss-“
Eddie clasped a hand over Steve’s mouth, leaning in so close their foreheads were touching. “Steven Harrington, are you kidding me?”
“I-“
“I have been flirting with you for months, practically using you as my chew toy, and you choose now, when I can’t do anything about it, to realize?”
Steve was trying his hardest not to break into a face-splitting smile when Eddie removed his hand. “Guess so?”
“You have awful timing.”
Steve leaned up to kiss Eddie on the forehead. “Sorry.”
“Keep doing that and maybe I’ll make it through this before kissing you.”
“Won’t that do the oppo-“
Eddie grabbed his face. “Don’t question me, kiss my head.”
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gangplanksorenji · 2 months
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Kinknuary Day 22: Spanking
Pairing: Kep1er Xiaoting x Male Reader
Word Count: 4,956
[Kinknuary Masterlist]
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“Don’t you want to take me somewhere else more than this?”
“I actually just want to go home now, Xiaoting—I’m pretty tired…”
“Aw, come on—please? Just one more then we’ll go home…”
Of course, Xiaoting won’t end a day without a good note because she detests anything that’ll make her feel bored or even the simplest hint of discontentment and you won’t dare to disappoint her. Sometimes, life doesn’t go the desired path they want them to and that’s being sampled on her right now, and you won’t let her selfish wants be your burden in the long run.
“Aren’t you even feeling tired, Xiaoting?” Your tone laces a hint of discomfort as she seems to be much more invigorated than you even though you’ve mostly spent the whole day shopping and attending such an incredible party you’ve ever gone to. 
“Not really, but please—”
“Okay, okay…” You break her constant plea with a single proposition: a classic game of rock, paper and scissors and whoever wins, will mark both of your fates—it’s quite a simple game but unable to be rejected as Xiaoting agrees about that, and you smiled because of her sudden agreement.
“Just once, okay?”
“Alright…” Xiaoting sounds pretty defeated even though it hasn't started yet because the pessimistic side of hers says that she may end up losing and it will deeply make her disappointed and knowing how well she will think, you curl up a smirk as this is the moment of truth.
Counting down up to the lowest possible integer, you could feel the tension on Xiaoting’s eyes, laced with anticipation and the desire to win as she wanted herself to be fully-redeemed on peak-happiness but it’s like, you can clearly read her mind through that serious gaze of hers as you curl up a smirk after utter ‘zero’ and guess what, all became too ambitious for someone who desired something truly at its best.
It wasn’t really the best, for Xiaoting as you landed ‘rock’ front of her which made her gasp in defeat as it’s too late, with even half a second to spare and cheat, she panicked and managed to land a ‘scissor’ and with that little game, you knew who’s victorious and it’s goddamn you. 
“I hate this game! It’s unfair!!” Xiaoting whines and as expected, she rants out how rigged that game could be and how you “cheated” to get that desired prize as she frowns in front of you, her pouty yet disappointed expression still exuding such beauty that no one can come close.
“How is it unfair? You even switched it up at the last second and ended up losing? Just accept your defeat—”
“Ughh, fine! Fine, I will…” Xiaoting brushes off your further continuation of fighting how she’s on the wrong side as she doesn’t want to hear anything that would just make things worse—it’s like she’ll lose anything of our decision, probably a good night’s rest at her place, especially with you on her side. Knowing that investing onto another argument or another plea won’t make anything better since a deal is a deal and you’re just going to wait for time to tell the fate you have in store with and knowing how Xiaoting will take your upcoming proposition wholeheartedly, then it’ll be just only a matter of time before it all unveils onto that anticipated abyss of wonders and desires.
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It never gets old between the both of you and the fact that you’ve been holding this for a while now is surprising, knowing how insatiable Xiaoting can be at an times you lay your eyes on her as her vixen-like aura and her seductive nature is enough to make you lure in to your deepest desires, and it’s being fulfilled with multiple, sloppy kisses on her lips. You chase your delightful moments in every kiss that you make up with her, as much as the lustful need in you every time you tangle your tongue on hers as you went deeper, and Xiaoting, pulling out as she’s running out of breath due to our audacious nature and aggressive actions towards her.
“Why would you pull out, babe? Am I too much for you to handle?”
“Not reall—ahh, ohh… right t-there…” Maybe you’re right or you could lean onto the opposite, knowing that the culprit would be the lack of oxygen would let those speculations set aside onto the correct verdict. You know how your lips are one of her ultimate weaknesses out of the many things you can elaborate as you let her know how your stupendous skills can make a girl like her fall under your spell within just mere seconds. You latch onto her deep, sharp collar bones that you always love worshiping, knowing how perfectly sculpted those are like the rest of her body, deemed to be drooled on a praised by only you—you could be just the luckiest menace of them all, being gifted with such an angel being close to the epitome of perfection, from head to toe. You keep peppering that porcelain skin of hers with multiple kisses, running your lips down to her neck as she moans almost-inaudibly and incredibly sultry, voicing out her deep satisfaction towards your expertise.
“Oh god—you k-kiss me so well—oh, so good!”
Hearing her constant compliments on your actions, you continue to pepper her with intimate kisses until you pull out right after, hearing her soft whimpers needing your lips to be attached onto her skin as soon as possible but you had enough, for now. 
“Isn’t my baby needy for me?” Your eyes demanded an answer escaping her lips right away, wanting her to unleash that living submissiveness inside her and you’ll do it slowly, knowing how the beast inside her will be a little challenging to tame. 
“Y-Yes…”
She’s succumbing onto that state slowly as her eyes glistening with need and her soft, needy tone is enough of an evidence, luring her into falling under your spell and will not make her escape out of it. With her needy pleas and her body grinding greedily against yours, wanting to feel your touch, you can’t seem to be convinced as there’s few elements that’s lacking from her constant pleas. “Yes what, baby?”
“Yes, please…” With Xiaoting’s constant pleas, you can’t help but just fulfill her needs right at this moment but you need to unlock that beast inside of you with the magical word that will turn her world upside-down. 
“You’re getting there, baby~” You tease her porcelain skin with a gentle swipe of your fingers, running it down her neck and then up to her toned midriff, which you always love kissing and worth worshiping until the end of time. Xiaoting knows that she needs to crack the code within you, and with a clever mind and taking a few seconds of the clock for her to think about what could make that happen, she finally thought of that forbidden word and it’s only a matter of time until~
“Yes I am, daddy.”
You never expected her to fail in any kind as she’s cognizant as the way she is and it’s always impressive to see and even hear it all with utmost sincerity and need. With your face still inches away from her, such eye contact would let the other succumb onto the endearing stare of the other yet you’ll change that, more likely, a commanding one as you live up with that, wanting Xiaoting to strip her clothing in front of you with class and skill like nobody can achieve. Maybe, you haven’t seen anyone become on par with her skills, let alone surpassing her and you’ll keep it that way—it’s way phenomenal seeing Xiaoting doing the things she’s great at and you won’t even bother thinking of another woman to do it for you. With her seductive gaze inviting you to strip her clothing with her, you wouldn’t skip that opportunity as you do so, slowly removing the fur-like sleeves on her arms but before you completely strip it off her, you take some time to commend her flawless figure and her outfit perfectly complimenting each impeccable feature she has.
“Thanks, d-daddy—really l-loved this one…”
“You know, as much as I want this on you, this would be better on the floor.”
Xiaoting’s lips curled up a sinister smirk as she invited you to make that “wish” of yours come true, and it wouldn’t take up much of your time until it became accomplished. She would aid herself for you to be comfortable, leaning onto you as she gives you such inviting and sultry moans, making yourself get riled up for her and you love it but you wouldn’t be fazed with that as you continue stripping her. Her hands wouldn’t be idle as she pulled her pants, down to her ankles and then onto the floor with a swift motion and god, those scrumptious, milky thighs on your sight is tempting to be voraciously kissed as hunger took over you yet you continue your work and with her top off, her slender, hourglass figure is now within your eyes to be blessed and you couldn’t ask for more because of it. 
Xiaoting is a work of art, sculpted by the gods to perfection as you’re the lucky man to handle and appreciate this masterpiece, maybe even use it until her legs give out—a sullied goddess, in your own books. 
“God, you’re fucking hot, Xiaoting—oh gosh…” You can’t believe your eyes as it takes numerous gazes throughout her perfect figure, eyeing every inch and drooling on it like it’s a five-course meal—maybe it may lie down onto the scope of similes but metaphorically, she’s always the main course and you would love to devour her like a predator hungry for its prey. With her last bits of defense still within her body, concealing her true beauty, you asked Xiaoting if you can strip it off her and without any hesitations, she nodded as she’s been longing for this for a while now.
“You really love my body so much, hm, daddy?” Xiaoting doesn’t even need to ask you about that because she already knows what your answer will be and it’s always readable, your eyes glistening with hunger over her is enough evidence. 
Still busy admiring her scrumptious body and her drooling all over it, it took you seconds before you could respond as you flash a smile at her, making her feel delighted and truly loved by you. “Of course, baby—I love it all but daddy’s getting impatient…”
Xiaoting runs her finger onto your clothed chest, up towards your shoulders as she rests her arms on it, and then utters such a seductive invitation letting you know how it’s going to start. “Have your way with me, daddy—I’d love what you’ll make me do…”
And as always, Xiaoting never laid a better invitation than that and she never fails to make you amazed and aroused. With all of that foreplay coming into its denouement, you commanded Xiaoting to get onto the bed as her naked body is now on display, ready to get used as she gets on all fours.
“This is going to be fun…”
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“Count.”
“Y-Yes, daddy…”
It’s maybe a newly profound kink of him, and maybe even you, considering that as you're guilty as he probably likes how your thighs jiggle with his mighty palm striking onto your butt with the force of a truck, and you love it. He knows how you love it so much, your eyes won’t even deny letting him know about that and under his own control, you completely submit yourself and let him have his way with you.
“Don’t hold back, baby—let it all out and count, do you understand?”
You nod frantically, not wanting to disappoint him as you wiggle your ass in front of him, inviting him to do the honors of the actions he’s been longing to do—
*loud smack* “O-One…” 
It was just the first one and it’s already rocking your world, sending your arousal up to the sky as his smacks are pleasurable, making your sensitivity peak at its finest. You could feel yourself getting wet with the thought of his hands spanking your butt harshly until it’s red as a tomato while ramming your tight cunt down and you can’t wait for it to happen.
*another loud smack* “Two—oh god…”
Another one emanates around your ear as the crisp of its pristine sound sends your libido skyrocketing, probably filling the urge of him using you but you can sense and know how he won’t just pull the trigger this easily—the both you wanted this on the first place: you wanting this for a long time now and gains gratification from it and lastly, him wanting to tease you and there’s no better way to do that with his palm printed onto your milky buttcheeks, going to be redder than a tomato.
*another loud smack* “T-Three… That feels so g-good…”
It may feel redundant but you love every second of it and will not even feel the hint of being tired of it because of his harsh actions—you wanted the pain anyways, as he knows how you derive pleasure from his spanks and the discordant sounds of it increasing your libido onto the roof, and makes you even wetter by multiple barrages of it.
*another loud smack* “F-Four—f-fuck, daddy…”
This time, it was way harder than the rest as you whimper in pain again because of his harshness, but gaining that genuine gratification as you love the pain and the pleasure mixing all up together—you’re maybe a masochist because of how you derive intense pleasure, and you know he’s here to fulfill that at all costs. Even though you can’t catch a glimpse of the hot sight of him doing such sinful things to you, you can’t still brush the fact that your imagination reaches the furthest of its limits, capable of formulating the filthiest thoughts known to mankind.
*another loud, harsh smack* “Five—o-ohh… too g-good—ahh~”
You keep voicing your own satisfaction alongside your ragged breaths between random intervals that puts him onto authority to further smack you until your butt is scarlet red but you can sense that he has better options in mind, the feral beast inside him wanting to be unshackled from its restraints, and you’d be the guest to let it be a wish come true.
“Such a good girl for me, hm?”
You know he’s growing impatient, and you can sense it igniting in his eyes and you wouldn’t dare to let him wait for another move preceding what he could command you.
“Yes, daddy—” Your sultry voice invites him into falling down to his own, carnal desires and you know he wouldn’t make the both of you wait for nothing as every second should be treasured. “—now will you fuck your good girl?”
It’s up to him to write your fate, and you’ll just relax yourself and find out what it would be…
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It does tempt you into fulfilling her needs and it’s just a single strand before you break your shackling confines, and it wouldn’t be long until you reach your primal desires. It wasn’t your cup of tea to tease into oblivion but if she wanted that then so be it as foreplay plays an impressive role on someone’s anticipation and her desires running like a roller coaster, all opting for the chase of fun and the freakiest frustrations of not being attended.
“Put it in, daddy—please, ohh!”
Of course, another tease makes her weak, whimpering in need as she tightly grabs the bed sheets for a leverage to fight the profound pleasure that she's not experiencing. You continue swiping your finger onto her heated core as she cries in response, and it further skyrockets once you start stimulating her clit and with her small sounds being the fuel on your unstoppable lust, you won’t let her wait for more as you gave what she truly deserves.
With your hands caressing the soft, silky skin of hers, you grab her hips and position yourself into a state of bliss and within a single second, it all went uphill as you could just hear each other’s groans emanating the wonders of such a great commencement of sex. You deliver shallow and leisure thrusts, aiming to just make her anticipate and savor every second of that blithe that she always loved. You continue peppering her neck with constant pecks as you muster such a sluggish pace, making her feel loved as you worship her and make her know how much you adore her.
“You l-love kissing me, daddy?”
You smile at her question, and you know that she already has the knowledge about that question, but you would love to let her know about everything you love about her, more likely, verbally. “Of course, baby—how could I not adore every inch of your perfect body?”
Well, she’s not egoistic but she knows how perfect she is in your eyes and that’s something that always wanted to hear, as it boosts her confidence in a great percentage and makes her feel the utmost care by you. Maybe the slow and redundant foreplay was getting on your nerves longer than you expected as you wanted to ruin her and Xiaoting herself would love the thought of that.
Maybe it won’t rely onto the cloud of thoughts as it’s now ascending into reality, pacing faster into a moderate speed where she constantly whimpered in need, your constantly ramming cock into her tightness becoming too much for her and of course she would request for an element to be added for the better experience for both parties.
“Spank my ass while you f-fuck me, daddy—oh god!”
Now averting your hands onto different places: your left hand swiftly fondling her perky breasts for better stimulation and your other hand already finding its way onto smacking that soft flesh in front of you, the rippling of it and the sound it reverberates around the room makes such an arousing sight that it further thrust you into her rapidly as she recoils a little from your harshness.
Who would have thought that a modest, sophisticated girl like her is invested in such a sinful, cruel act? Well, it wasn’t emanating from her aura totally but you know how she subconsciously knows how hot and captivating of a woman she is—you’re glad that she’s yours and you’re the only one to have a sight of her alluring masterclass. Maybe it’s a faux conception knowing that Xiaoting doesn’t exude such hotness if she’s always being a little “puffball”, as you call her, but her other side is nothing compared to this and god, the next thing you’ll know is that you’ll be just riled up for her that the both of you will succumb to each other’s needs and be the freakiest creatures known to mankind.
If it wasn’t always the case about the latter, then you don’t know what is because the both of you prove your points about that title.
Harsh spanks add up to the sea of cacophonous sounds that lingers around your ear, further fueling you to bring such hard poundings in aims to totally let her succumb to submission, and you’re nearing that goal with all of the stimulation you’re doing on her. Every whimper she exclaims with the pain you’re bestowing her just makes the sight rapidly hotter but you know it wasn’t enough until her cheeks are scarlet red so you muster a new pattern of thrusting between spanks and using the other hand as a leverage by grabbing her hips harshly. The constant rhythm of your hips gradually increases over time, and so is your harsh treatment towards her but you want to add an incredible twist that will elevate the experience even more.
Xiaoting lets out series of cries as you pound her into the mattress, her arms able to give out with how much you’re treating her and then suddenly, you slow down immediately, catching her off-guard and for her to recovering a little as you’re selfless—you wanted her to savor every moment whenever possible and not want her to reach her high too quickly even though you know how your cock can make her do that in a few minutes. With your sudden impeding, you could take a closer attention to admiring her scrumptious backside and the sexiest curves of her hourglass figure that you can drool on for days and won’t get tired of. This is also an exceptional time to let your hands be berserk and give her harsh barrages of spanks that makes her even wetter and even more whimpers that lets your cock twitch because of how soft and arousing her tone is.
“P-Please fuck me h-harder, daddy–oh gosh, s-so good!!”
Another resonating smack lingering around  her ears as you’re a little infuriated with her pleas, making her writhe a little and cry in need of a better pace. “Don’t tell me what to do, baby…”
Her tightness is nearly suffocating but you don't care, not when a hot sight is just right in front of you as you resume on your frantic pace, making her moan uncontrollably to the point that she almost screams and it’s deafening but angelic. With all of the constant stimulation of your hands throughout her body and the pain you’re bringing in with such onslaught of smacks, it wouldn’t be surprisingly to know if Xiaoting is going to reaching her high sooner than you expected as the constant constricting of her pussy and the juices seeping out of it are enough evidences to set herself near to the promised land. Now with her buttcheeks red with your hand printed on it, you gave her a small break and continue to double your efforts on pounding her tight cunt, letting her know how she’s going to be having the paramount orgasm of her whole life and with a shuddering response escaping her lips, you knew it’s deemed to come into an end.
“Shit—daddy, I’m gonna c-cum so soon!!”
She wanted this for so long and you wouldn’t dare to put it in a halt and gave the reward that Xiaoting absolutely deserves. “Then cum, baby—cum all over my cock—”
It all went onto that singular point of bliss, releasing deafening screams of pleasure as she lets everything out around your ravaging length and with Xiaoting aiming to further elevate her orgasmic trance, she requested you still fuck her senseless on her orgasm as you do so, making her a wild, mindless mess just capable of uttering such sinful sounds. With your ruthless pace, Xiaoting kept whimpering on how she wants you to treat her harsher as you fulfill her wants, further hammering her tightness with such thrusts mustered to the highest velocity possible and with spanks with a force of a truck. After such breathtaking thrusts and a breakneck pace, you instantly calmed down the feral beast inside of you and gave her a leverage to recover, thrusting with such a sluggish pace as she catches her breath due to her orgasmic high.
“Daddy, t-that was—”
“Good? Yes, baby, I know—” You lean down to kiss her beautiful neck, and then course your way near her ear and continue her sentence. With your lips still worshiping the porcelain skin of hers, you let her know how great the experience was and showered her with compliments that definitely stroked her ego. “—because honestly, you felt great around my cock, baby…”
Xiaoting lets out needy whimpers—maybe even possibly smiling because of your compliments—as you stroke her hair to make her feel your touch, your hips now ensuing a moderate pace, pumping into her but this time, it’s all full of affection and love and dismissing the harshness and greed like from earlier. Knowing yourself would be near your own high too, you wanted to save the best for the last as you warn Xiaoting that you’re going to pull out and let herself switch into a different position.
“Baby, turn around for me so I can fuck you while seeing your beautiful face.”
It was straightforward and she obliges immediately without any questions and even with the hint of frustration laced on her emotions, it wouldn’t be long until you reward her with something exceptional as now is the time for another side of bliss. As she spun her figure around gracefully, her hands grabbed your shoulders as you immediately didn’t waste any time teasing her and plunged your length deep inside her and god, she’s still as tight as earlier and you wouldn’t complain about that because that’s what makes every second worth cherishing. 
Your hands then coursed down on her waist, caressing it as your touch makes her writhe a little and it didn’t bother you, continuing onto your desired precedence to reach your ultimate high. You pump your hips in her with aims to make her feel the utmost pleasure and how much you love her and with Xiaoting’s cleverness and the heat rising up onto its maximum scope, her hands didn’t become idle and pulled your head towards her, initiating into a heated kiss. It was full of hunger and lust as the both of you kept on chasing the higher authority, battling for the dominant control over the other person as drool inevitably seeped out of your mouths with your tongues dancing around gracefully. The kiss eventually gets sloppier and more heated and so are your ramming thrusts, pistoning onto a velocity unable for anyone to comprehend and it wouldn’t take long before you achieve your long-anticipated high with that familiar tingle in your loins.
Wanting to savor the last moments before your peak, you initiated a new rhythm as you gave up on a ridiculous pace in exchange for more powerful thrusts, as every time you do it, her thighs jiggle like jelly and that’s why you love such slow-paced thrusts that aims to strike harder—maybe the accumulation of such force on hammering her tight cunt is wonderful and it wouldn’t be long until you achieve something that you’ve been longing for.
“Aren’t y-you close, daddy?”
You chase your breath as you became too focused on peppering her neck with kisses and fucking her into oblivion that it took your seconds before you responded back, “I’m pretty close, baby—”, and instantly you kissed her lips again as you looked at her endearingly, full of fervor as you muttered such saccharine-filled words, “—I love you so much…”
That made Xiaoting realize how sincere everything was and she always knew it, but she never felt this much adrenaline and affection as she can’t help but smile sincerely as you continue hammering her and chasing that peak of yours. “I love you too, daddy—more than anything in this world.”
You pulled Xiaoting into another heated kiss as you buried your entire length in this, filling her up to the hilt as she let out muffled moans onto your lips but didn’t let herself faze on her grand prize, continuing on deepening the torrid kiss. You fill her up as you grab her waist tightly, almost forming into an embrace in order for a better leverage on dumping everything inside her. You groan between your heated kisses with Xiaoting as everything is just now in a complete state of bliss, every spurt worth treasuring as the constriction of her walls makes the pleasure worth your while and maybe even extending your orgasm. When you feel that everything has been toned down, you then palm her shoulders and pulled out slowly, Xiaoting catching her breath because of such a heated kiss initiated by you and god, what an incredible it is to see her pussy full of your cum, and some of it dripping and onto the sheets they stain—you suppose you would need a new mattress considering how much she spurted ner nectar all over the place and maybe, that would be the case.
“Ohh, it’s s-so much, daddy…” Xiaoting moans in satisfaction as she can feel the warmness of your seed that fills every inch of her velvety walls, and some are even seeping out of her lips. She took this as an opportunity to scoop out a sample and tasted it and as expected, she was delighted to let her taste buds orchestrate the final verdict of its delectability. “It’s salty and sweet—I love it, daddy…”
You smile because of her satisfaction being voiced out verbally, and with that, it makes you feel that everything was worth both your whiles and there’s nothing you could ask for more when it’s already been fulfilled.
“You felt so good, baby and—” You caressed Xiaoting’s cheeks and looked at her endearingly again, feeling affectionate and thankful with the greatness she's bestowed you and being such a good girl for you. “—glad you loved me filling you up.”
“I love your harshness too, daddy—everything is just perfect…” It’s a little surprising that she can still articulate words that she shouldn’t but she got stamina for days so her recovery would be pretty quick. You know the night’s getting older but you know there’s more ways to enjoy everything you could think of but for now, a good night’s rest would not be bad as you can feel your drowsiness slowly taking over you until—
*notification pops up*
Yujin’s gonna see you tomorrow and you’re fucked up…
Well, was this all a mistake? You’d consider this as one but maybe this won’t be and all you can do is to prepare onto something that’s the last thing you want to deal with—her.
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Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 6
A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.
Word count: 6.2k
Genre: Smut, angst, fluff
Warnings: fem!reader, loss of virginity, PIV sex, fingering, brief pussy licking, sub!reader, dom!yeonjun.
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Despite what Beomgyu said, he and Haeun seem to have become an item, just as you and Yeonjun are now. They’re always together, as you are with Yeonjun, and it’s like you and Beomgyu don’t even know each other anymore. He’s always hanging out with her and you’re always hanging out with Yeonjun. You hardly see Beomgyu anymore, which makes it weird the way he’s sitting on your bed, watching you get ready just like old times. 
You remember how you and he used to play a game sometimes as you got ready where you’d pick out various outfits and try them out for Beomgyu, giving him a mini-fashion show that he would narrate as if it was a football game, going on about how groundbreaking the designs are and how pretty the model (you) looks. 
He was your main supporter in going into fashion as a major. You don’t think you would’ve had the courage to do it without him. He always believed in you and stood by you even when your parents were upset at you for choosing a career with such an uncertain future. He told you that if one of you succeeds, you’ll just pull the other up too. If his music career takes off, he’ll contract you to be the creative director for the band and if your fashion career takes off, you’ll have to hire him as your model. And if you both fail…well you’ll be strippers together.
You laugh as you remember your promise and turn back towards Beomgyu, who was sitting on your bed watching you. “Hey, remember our backup plan? That we’ll make a two-man stripper show to repay our student debt?” 
But Beomgyu doesn’t share your laughter. Instead he just hums, focusing on your dress. 
“What? You don’t like it?” You ask, insecure. You’re not used to wearing something this extravagant but Yeonjun is taking you to a photography exhibition tonight and he told you it’s gonna be really fancy. 
You’re not sure if being stressed out and sweating as you try not to get judged by all those more talented and influential people is the best idea for a date but Yeonjun insisted that if you wanted to get into fashion, you have to start mingling. 
You didn’t even have a proper dress. You had to wear something you made for a fallen goddess shoot you had in mind, but by the look Beomgyu is giving you, it’s probably trash. 
"Does it matter?" He asks and you frown. "What do you mean?"
"It means that with what you're wearing, I don't even know why you’re bothering going on a date when you can just invite him over and let him fuck you now, skip the formalities." 
"You're unbelievable." You spit out, trying to hide the dread filling your chest and making you struggle to breathe. Yes, the dress was a bit more revealing than you’re used to, but it’s an art event, people wear this stuff there all the time.  
“Where did you even get this dress?” He asks in distaste and you hold your head up high. “I made it.” 
That makes him back down, his eyes visibly softening as regret shows on his face. “Oh… It’s pretty.” 
You snort in disbelief. "Why are you even here, Beomgyu?"
He shrugs. "Just watching this shitshow go down."
“Right.” You mutter bitterly, "I guess it was too much to expect you to act like a friend." 
"I am your friend.” He says as if declaring it is enough to make it true. “I'm your best friend." 
"I wouldn't be so sure."
He jumps off the bed when he hears that, quickly getting in front of you. "What does that mean?” 
"Nothing. I'm going to be late." You try to get past him but he won’t let you. "No. What do you mean by that? You said I'd never lose you."
"Yeah, that was before you transformed into this asshole who accuses me of trying to sabotage his career and calling me a slut for daring to date."
He moves back, stunned at your words, and you almost laugh. Is he really surprised? "I'm just… working through some stuff."
"Stuff? That's your excuse?" You ask incredulously and he looks away. Is “stuff” worth what he’s done to your friendship?
"It's just hard for me to see you with him." He finally admits and you sigh. Not this again. "Beomgyu, I know you’re worried about your band, but Yeonjun and I are adults, even if we break up, that doesn't mean–"
"It's not about that." He shakes his head, cutting you off. 
"Then what is it?" You ask, frustrated. Frankly, you’re at your rope’s end with his weird behavior. 
"You're too good for him."
"What?” You reel back. Now, this is new. “Is it because he sleeps around? Because we’ve talked about it and he insisted that just because he's had many casual relationships before doesn't mean he's gonna cheat on me. We've been together for a while now and he has been nothing but wonderful to me."
He really has. You don't know what's wrong with you. Why can't you love him the way you love your asshole best friend? Maybe it will come with time? You've known Beomgyu for years and your love for him didn't develop overnight. Maybe you just need to give your relationship with Yeonjun more time. 
You hope it doesn't take years to get over Beomgyu and fall in love with Yeonjun though. 
"It's not that. It's not him. You're too good for everyone." 
"Beomgyu…" You walk towards him and hold his hands. "I know you're not used to me going out with guys because, well, I've kind of lead a fairly loser-ish life--you know, you've been there– and maybe me and Yeonjun won't end up working out and maybe I'll end up hurt but I can't just be virginal forever. I have to try to find someone for me."
"But you have someone." He pulls you towards him, resting his forehead against yours as he plays with your hands. "Me." 
That hurt more than any mean thing he has ever said to you and he doesn't even mean to hurt you. He has been terrible to you all this time because he thinks you deserve more? Because he wants things to stay the way they are? That is fucking absurd and so infuriating. Why couldn't he have just told you that instead of acting like an ass? Not wanting to lose you doesn’t mean he gets to order you around. Being worried about you doesn't give him the right to treat you like a stupid slut. 
"Don't be stupid." You say harshly, making him flinch. You try again, softer this time, not letting the anger and pain through as much. "I know I have you but I need more."
"More what? Why can't things just stay the way they are? We have fun together, right? I make you laugh. I'm there for you when you're down. We've even messed around. What can he give you that I can't?" 
Love. You need love and even though Beomgyu loves you very much, it's not in the way you need.
"Beomgyu, you’re being very childish about this. We're not twelve anymore. I know you’re scared that we'll drift apart if I find someone but the only reason we’ve been drifting apart is because of your behavior. I can't keep coddling you. You may not like it because it’s only been you and I until now, but it's time for me to find an actual boyfriend instead of this–this joke I have with you." 
Maybe you’re being too harsh on him but you’re honestly too hurt to sugarcoat it anymore. And you also need to hear it yourself. What you have with Beomgyu isn't real and you need to face the fact that it will never be. "I need someone to actually love and to hold and to be my other half. Us messing around together is just that, messing around, nothing more. I need something real. You do too. I mean you're finally with the woman you've been chasing after for years. Do you really wanna throw that away just because you're scared?"
Still, seeing the way he becomes quiet after your outburst, looking away from you and not responding… maybe you could’ve been nicer about it. 
“Beomgyu…” You sigh, reaching out to turn his face towards you but he pushes your hand away, refusing to meet your gaze. 
"Go. You’re late for your date." He grits out and you look at the time. Crap. You are! 
You look at him again, seeing the tension in his jaw and shoulders, something that resembles pain etched on his features. Should you stay and work this out for him or go on your date? If you stay, you’d be choosing him yet again. If you stay then you’ll just teach him that all he needs to do is act out and you’ll cave and do what he wants. No, you need to make some changes. That’s what you promised Yeonjun when you and him decided to become exclusive. Beomgyu can’t come first anymore. 
"I have to go. Let’s talk about this later." You step back, ignoring the hurt in his eyes as you grab your bag and head for the door. 
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When Yeonjun said the place was fancy, he wasn’t kidding. You’re blown away right now, surrounded by people you’ve only known about through magazine spreads and hours of admiration through the internet. You can’t believe you’re here in the same room with such talented artists and creators. 
You feast your eyes on the multiple displays from different photographers and artists, analyzing their technique, their vision, and their subject, and you’re just in awe. This is exactly where you should be, mingling with the others in your field, making connections, building a network… except you haven’t really gotten the hang of socializing yet. You’re too nervous to talk to anyone. You just stand silently next to Yeonjun as he charms his way through the crowd, joking there, throwing a compliment here or purring a small flirty line that has the other party blushing. 
He can turn it on for anyone. He’s so good you can’t help wondering where his charming nature ends and his actual affection for you begins. How do you know he’s not just charming you the same way he charms everyone else? 
“Do you like it?” Yeonjun asks, and you snap out of your thoughts. You look around to see that everyone around you has left and you’re standing alone with him. “Huh?” 
“You’ve been staring at this particular shot for a long time. Do you like it?” He laughs and you shake your head. “Not really.”
“Really? Why not? It’s well shot, the composition is good, the set design is top-notch and the clothes really complement the atmosphere.” 
“That’s all true.” You agree, and he laughs–his sweet tinkering laugh that makes you smile.  “Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t like the model. It’s obvious the photographer was going for a femme fatale look but she doesn’t deliver. She’s supposed to have the face of an angel but the aura of the devil. She has to convey the monster within but she’s so afraid of not looking pretty, it just comes across as if she’s putting on an act rather than losing herself in the madness of it.”
“You really don’t like her, huh?” He laughs, and you furrow your eyebrows. “Well, it’s not really her fault so much as it’s the fault of the photographer. They should be directing the model on how to act and correcting them when they’re doing something wrong. This model is obviously gorgeous and she has the potential in her to look fierce, but with a weak direction like this, all you get is what basically amounts to a child dressing in her mother’s clothes.” 
You hear someone huff behind you and turn around to see a very disgruntled man. “And to whom do I owe this very shrewd commentary on my work?” 
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. 
“I–I am… I’m nobody.” You squeak, wishing the monster from the next picture over would jump out of the frame and swallow you whole right now. 
“That’s right, you are nobody.” The man haughtily agrees. 
“Hey, man, she’s just giving her opinion.” Yeonjun attempts to interject but the man pays him no mind. “I am an award winning photographer. I don’t take the juvenile half-baked opinions of nobodies. Come back when you’ve actually achieved something that could hold a candle to what I’ve done over my career. Oh no wait, you’ll never amount to anything if these are the opinions your artistically challenged brain comes up with.” 
“Hey–Yeonjun protests, a scene starting to form around you, but you quickly cut it short–the humiliation already too much for you to handle. 
“I’m sorry.” You tear up, quickly turning and running away. 
Through your tears, you can see the shocked and confused looks of the other patrons so you quickly keep your gaze to the ground until you’re out of the gallery and near Yeonjun’s car in the quiet parking lot where no one can see you cry. 
No one except Yeonjun who followed closely after you. “Wait up! Baby–Are you okay?” 
“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I embarrassed you in front of everyone. I’m sorry I ruined your night.” You babble, tears streaming down your face. “You shouldn’t have taken me to such a nice place. I didn’t deserve it.”
Why the hell did you even think you would ever make it in such a business. The best you’d be able to achieve is etsy store designs and wedding photographs. You’ve just messed up your first chance at making connections AND you fucked up your date with Yeonjun. You’re such a screw up. 
“Woah, calm down. You didn’t do any of those things.” He holds you in his arms and you bury your face in his shirt, seeking comfort and a place to hide from him. “Don’t lie. I ruined everything.” 
Maybe now he’ll even realize that you’re not as cool as he thought you were. That you’re not actually this artistic person he probably imagined you as and lose interest. He’d know you’re a fraud and dump you. Then you’d be left with no Beomgyu and no boyfriend. Just your loser self. 
“You didn’t. But you crying might ruin my shirt.” 
You gasp, pulling away and trying to step back but he holds you by the arms, giving you a mischievous grin. “I’m kidding. You can soak me through with tears and snot all you want.” 
“You’re an asshole.” You smack his chest, pouting. 
“Maybe. But I got you to stop crying.” He says and you frown. He actually did. While you might’ve preferred a more sweet approach to getting you to stop crying, this still worked. 
You sigh, little cries bubbling up in your chest still. “I still am sorry. You wanted to do something nice for me and I ruined it with my big mouth.” 
“No, you didn’t.” He retorts, wiping away the few stray tears still falling. “I loved hearing everything you had to say. I thought you made some really good points. He was just threatened that you could've done a way better job than he did.”
“You really think so?” You peer up at him, hopeful that he’s not just saying that to make you feel better. 
“Yes, but don’t start crying again.” He laughs, kissing the pout you answer him with. “In fact, I’m free if you ever want to try it out. And I want you to know that I take very good direction.”
There goes the flirting again. The one that makes you wonder if he’s sincere or it’s just part of his charm.  
"Yeah, we could do that." You say nervously, letting him prop your chin up to press a proper kiss onto your lips. 
“Do you wanna get something to eat?” He asks but you shake your head. “Not hungry. Too depressed.” 
“Aw, baby, do you wanna head back home with me? I can make you forget all about that asshole.” He brushes your hair out of your face, kissing you again, and you know what he’s really asking. 
You’ve already gone on a few dates with him. It’s not too soon for this. This is what people who like each other do after going on multiple dates. And if you want to get over Beomgyu, you’re going to have to completely give yourself to Yeonjun. You can’t be holding anything back in the hopes that Beomyu might want it someday. 
You put on a brave smile for Yeonjun. “Yes. Let’s head home.” 
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“Hey, you don’t have to be nervous.” Yeonjun whispers to you, feeling you tense up as he tries to push the straps of your dress down your shoulders. “You’re beautiful."
Does he really think that? You can’t be that beautiful compared to the women he’s been with. 
"Did I tell you how much I love this dress?" He asks, toying with the neckline, and you shake your head. "I love it. Makes you look like a movie star. So beautiful and sexy. Almost makes me not want to take it off."
His lips brush softly over your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake before he pulls back to look you in the eye. "But I wanna see all of you. Will you let me see you, doll?"
You nod, holding your breath as he pulls the dress down your chest, kissing every inch of skin on the way until your breasts are bare and his plush lips are wrapped around your nipple. 
“Yeonjun…” You whine, grabbing onto his hair as he kisses and kneads your breasts, slowly but surely turning you on. 
“Does it feel good, doll?” Yeonjun smirks, one of his hands going between your legs to rub your pussy. 
“Yes. Please.” 
“I got you, baby.” His mouth moves down your body as he pulls your leg apart. 
“Missed this.” He murmurs, reaching your pussy and giving it a wide lick as his finger prods at your opening and pushes through. “Oh, that went in easy.” 
“I… I finger myself.” You admit bashfully, covering your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed for some reason but Yeonjun just laughs and leans up to remove your hands and kiss you. “That’s okay, makes my job easier.” 
You give him a confused look but quickly realize what he means when he presses another finger into you, moving both of them in and out to loosen your pussy. 
“See? All good. I’ll have you fucked open for me in no time.” He drawls, staring you down confidently as he works another finger into you. You tense up on that last one so he uses his thumb to rub your clit to get you to relax a bit. “There you go. Open up for me, doll. Let yourself feel good.” 
You’re trying to, you really are. You’re trying to focus on the moment, the burning feeling moving up your body from your pussy that just needs to be quenched. 
He’s doing it so well, hitting all the right spots, completely confident and self-assured. He knows exactly what he’s doing. No clumsiness. No unchecked lust. No uncontainable eagerness. Just steady, purposeful movements that touch you places you didn’t even know you were sensitive. 
“Feels good.” You slur, pressing your pussy further into his hand, grinding against his palm to seek more of that mind-numbing stimulation. “More.” 
“I know, baby. But let me take it slow for you.” 
You shake your head. You don’t want it slow. You want him to lose himself in you. “No. Want you now.” 
“Doll–”
“Fuck me, Yeonjun. Make me yours.” Please. Please make me yours. Make me stop thinking about him. 
Are you doing this for all the wrong reasons? Maybe, but how else are you supposed to get over Beomgyu? Don't they say the best way to get over a guy is to get under another one? Well, you'll just have to test that theory. 
Yeonjun relents, shushing your needy mewls with kisses as he takes his hand away. “Hush, doll. I’ll fill you up again in a second.” He undoes his pants and pushes them off along with his underwear before grabbing you by the thighs and lining himself up with your pussy. 
“You ready, baby?” He asks and you just stare at his cock. 
Has Beomgyu already fucked her? He must have. He’s so needy to get his dick wet that he’d never miss up the chance. 
You look up at Yeonjun. “Do it. Fuck me.” 
Ok, so maybe you fingering yourself hadn’t fully prepared you for this. Maybe you should’ve taken a page out of Beomgyu’s book and gotten yourself a sex toy–a dildo to practice with before the real thing. 
Thankfully, Yeonjun takes it slow despite your earlier demands, thrusting into you shallowly, letting you get used to his length bit by bit. 
“Relax for me, doll.” He purrs gently, kissing all over your face as his hands massage your thighs, doing his best to get you to loosen up. 
“Yes, Junnie.” You whimper, head falling back as you will your body to relax. You hear a soft chuckle coming from him. “Junnie? That’s cute.” 
You blush as you realize what you’d said. You couldn’t help it. You love giving cute nicknames to your friends. And you guess your boyfriend too. 
Yeah, because Yeonjun is your boyfriend now and boyfriends and girlfriends have sex. You know Yeonjun must have done it with all his previous girlfriends. It would’ve been weird if you didn’t. 
Not that Yeonjun pressured you to do it or anything. But you know he wanted it. You wanted it too. You just couldn’t get Beomgyu out of your head. Which is why it’s good that you’re finally doing this–smothering that last candle you were holding out for him. 
“You’re tensing again, doll.” Yeonjun tells you, kissing your neck. “Not that I don’t enjoy it. It feels like heaven when you squeeze down on my cock like that, but I want this to feel good for you too.” 
Yes, it’s the right thing to do this… right? 
“Okay…” You breathe, trying to relax and focus on the moment, letting your muscles unclench as Yeonjun presses his cock in and out of you. 
Once you’re sufficiently relaxed, you start to actually feel good again, his cock feeling much better than your fingers ever did. It reaches places inside you that you never could by yourself. It’s so thick and long, dragging along your walls and stimulating those sensitive spots inside you that make your toes curl. 
“Yeah, you like that, baby?” He drawls, taking note of the moans you were now letting out but he still takes it slow. 
You breath hitches, his words too closely resembling what Beomgyu had said to you before, and for a split second you see Beomgyu over you instead of Yeonjun, his long hair tickling your face and his intense gaze burning you up. 
“Yeonjun–” You gasp, digging your fingers into his arms. “Harder, please.” 
Maybe if he fucks you harder, it’ll push Beomgyu out of your brain. Maybe if he fucks you harder, you could mistake his casual affection for the raw passion you crave. 
“Are you sure, doll?” He asks, concerned. 
“Yes, please, Yeonjun. Fuck me hard.” You insist, hoping your eyes convey how much you need it. 
“Your wish is my command, baby.” He grabs your thighs, pressing them against the sides of your body and getting on top of you, driving his dick so deep inside you it makes you throw your head back in a long, choked out moan. 
But he doesn’t let up, fucking into you again and again, bullying his cock into your virgin pussy at a brutal pace until you have no more breath to scream, and then he fucks you more. 
“Baby, you with me?” Yeonjun pants, not letting up. 
“Isss good….” You mumble, brain short-circuiting, caught by the fire spreading from your pussy to set your body alight. “S-so good.” 
You vaguely hear him laugh through his own grunts, “Good girl, just lay back and let me make you feel good.” 
You nod, tears brimming at your eyelashes at the overwhelming feeling. But you love it, the burning pleasure making its way through your body and making you forget about anyone else but Yeonjun. 
“Junnie… soooo good…. Too g-good...” You cry, your pussy fluttering around his cock as it hammers in and out of you, your legs trying to slam together to take a break from the excessive pleasure, but they can’t. Not when Yeonjun’s hold on you is so bruising, his hips keeping at that brutal pace that makes you unable to even string along a full sentence.
“You asked for it, doll. Now be good and take it.” He grunts, bending down to pluck one of your nipples into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive nub. 
“No–no—Junnie!” You scream, unable to take it anymore, your pussy clamping down on his cock as your whole body shudders with a blinding orgasm. 
“Oh, fuck–baby, baby, I’m cumming.” Yeonjun groans, quickly taking his cock out as he cums on your belly, and replacing it with his fingers when you start crying at the emptiness. 
“I got you, doll. I got you.” He murmurs, pumping his fingers in and out of you as he milks his cock of the last drops of his orgasm–letting you both down gently. 
When you start squirming at the overstimulation–the fires retreating from your brain–he pulls his fingers out and bends down to kiss you. “It’s okay, baby. You did really well.” 
You look up at him, the insecurity creeping back in again now that the mind-numbing pleasure is gone. “Did you like it? Did you like m-me?” 
Were you good? Did you live up to his past lovers? Were you supposed to do something more? Be more proactive? Did he enjoy his time?
He chuckles. “Yes. You were great, baby. You felt so good.” He reassures you simply, pressing a kiss against your forehead. 
“Okay.” His answer doesn't really give you the reassurance you needed. You don’t even know what you need him to do or say, but you know he’s not giving it to you. And he notices. 
“You okay, doll?” He asks, giving you a skeptical look and you nod. “Yeah.” 
He doesn’t appear to be convinced by your answer. “Are you sure? Wanna take a shower?” 
You shake your head, getting off the bed and beginning to dress yourself up again. “No, that’s okay. I can take a shower at home.”
“Home? You’re not staying over?” He gives you a look of confusion which you reciprocate. “Oh. I don’t know. Do you want me to?” 
You blink at him, genuinely unsure. You didn’t want to presume anything. You don’t have experience doing this. You don't know if you’re supposed to stay or if it’s too soon. 
“Of course. I’m not just gonna make you go home after we fucked.” He chuckles, pulling you back down to the bed. “You have to stay the night.” 
“I don’t know…” You hesitate.  If you stay, Beomgyu will probably know what you've done. He'll know that you and Yeonjun had sex. But if you leave you'd be choosing Beomgyu again. You need to let go of him. 
“Okay.” 
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You end up having a nice time with Yeonjun once you get over your anxiety and trepidation of losing your virginity to someone other than Beomgyu. It's silly but you suppose on some level you thought you'd have your first time with him. 
And it's not just that. For a second you let the insecurity get to you and you wondered if Yeonjun would act differently now that you had sex. That he'd show his true face and break your heart, but he doesn’t. He is as sweet as ever, giving you some of his clothes and staying up in bed with you, having those precious pillow talks that are so important early in a relationship. 
He is easy to talk to, and when he does that cute thing where he scrunches his nose up and pokes his tongue out as he's teasing you, it makes your heart flutter. 
You find out that singing isn’t his only passion--that dancing is his first love. He even gets up out of the cozy comfort of the bed to show you a few dance moves when you whine and insist he shows you. You watch him with a big smile on your face as he executes them so well even in his bedroom, his movements so fluid yet precise, it’s mesmerizing. And when he’s done he smiles that sweet smile of his and lunges back into bed with you and you take him into your arms as if he could actually belong there. 
It was so unlike how he usually is on stage and in front of others that it tugs in your heartstrings a bit, making you feel special for being allowed to witness this. 
You fall asleep in his arms and wake up in his arms, forgetting about that aching feeling of emptiness in the center of your chest for a few blissful hours. 
And in the morning you even make breakfast together. Or more like he makes you breakfast while you make coffee. 
“Oh, man. I haven’t had a proper breakfast in sooo long.” You moan, digging into the omelet and sausages he made you. 
“You don’t cook?” He asks, smiling as he watches you eat. 
“Nope. Me and Beomgyu are hopeless. We’ve almost burned the kitchen too many times that now we don’t even bother.” 
“Then what do you guys eat?” 
“Frozen goods and slimy take-out. We’re building a formidable gut microbiome. We’re actually part of the country’s biological weapons program.” 
Yeonjun laughs. “Well, sorry for ruining your trajectory by feeding you actual food.” 
“Ah, well, Beomgyu can carry the torch by himself.” You shrug, mouth full of food. 
“You guys are really close, huh?” He asks, and the mood grows a bit gloomy. You chew slowly, thinking your words through before answering. “Yeah, he’s my best friend.”
“He’s more than that though, isn’t he?” He pushes and you hesitate. 
Once again, you know exactly what he's asking, and you’re faced with a decision to make between an uncertain future with Yeonjun, nurturing a candlelight that is so shaky it might get snuffed out at any moment, or live on hopes and dreams with Beomgyu, praying for the sun to break out from behind the clouds after years of waiting for it to no avail. 
“No.” You finally say, looking up at him, trying to be decisive, hoping it will come naturally with time. “No, he’s not. Not anymore. We’ve agreed to be exclusive, you and I, and I’m serious about it.” 
Yeonjun's smile is slow, cautious. “Good to hear.”
Do either of you actually believe it? Do you really think you can move on from Beomgyu? You don’t know but you know that you have to try and you know that you'd like to try with Yeonjun. 
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Still, heading home you feel uneasy. Like you'd done something wrong you’re going to get punished for, and so to ease the guilt and tension, you grab something on the way with you–just some donuts and coffee, a small token of peace, knowing Beomgyu would be hungry and that the best way to get into his good graces is to offer him junk food. It's not like he was going to make himself breakfast or anything anyway. 
When you step into the apartment, you find him sitting on the couch just as you had expected. 
“Wanna eat? I got you your favorite donuts.” You wave the food next to your head in lieu of a greeting.
He stares at you for a few seconds, not saying anything. Shit, does he know? Can he see it on you? Probably, since you’re still wearing Yeonjun’s clothes. 
But he just says, “Sure.” and makes room for you on the couch. 
You accept it gladly, watching as he takes the donuts out and offers you some. “No, thanks, I already ate.” 
Once again, he pauses, studying you for a second before looking away and taking a bite of his donut.  
“Ugh, I was starving. This is the real stuff.” He groans and you grin. "Yeah. This is food as God intended it, processed and fried until it barely resembles food." You hum in agreement, making him giggle.
For a second you think you're off the hook. For a second you think things can just be normal like he wanted. But then he asks you something that stops you cold.  
"How was the date?"
You study his expression, trying to decipher a hidden agenda in the question. Is this a trick? Is he asking just so he can say something mean about it? Is he going to act vindictive once you tell him how it went?
But he looks genuinely curious to your scrutinizing eyes, and so you decide to just tell him the truth. "Ugh, awful. You know how completely unaware I am of my surroundings? Well, I started criticizing this one photo and the photographer was standing right behind me."
Beomgyu gasps, a piece of food flying out of his mouth at you. "No! What did he say?" 
You brush it off in disgust. "He said I was a nobody." 
Beomgyu's face twists up in anger as he puts the food down. "What the fuck? He said that?"
"Well, I said it and he just confirmed it." You explain sheepishly, still feeling the sting of the humiliation even now. "He said he has all these awards and I have nothing and never will and he won't listen to someone like me." 
"He's a fucking idiot.” Beomgyu rages, immediately jumps to your defense, “What, he thinks just because he has awards that he's the only one who can have an opinion? You know most of these awards are just rich people smelling their own farts, right? Real talent like yours cannot be measured."
Beomgyu is as fiercely defensive of you as he has always been and it brings a small smile to your face. However, the wound that the encounter opened up is still raw and just that isn’t enough to make you feel better. 
"Well, I wish it would be measured a little bit. You know we've both been doing this for years but while your band is getting bigger and bigger–and I'm so happy for you–I seem to be getting nowhere." You tell him glumly. You haven’t gotten any recognition for your work even though you work your ass off, dreaming up concepts, executing them to the best of your ability, and trying to get someone to notice. 
"Hey, hey, you will. I am certain of it. No one this talented can go unseen for long. They will notice you one day and they will be blown away." He scoots closer to you, holding your face in his warm hands and caressing your cheeks lovingly. "And hey, if all else fails, you always have that backup plan of being our main stylist and photographer. Me and Yeonjun will make sure of it. And not as a sympathy job either but because we truly believe in you."
"You would work with Yeonjun again for me?" You ask, touched. Beomgyu has been very stand-offish with Yeonjun ever since you started dating him. He only interacts with him the bare minimum to still allow the band to function. It’s not ideal but at least they’re not fighting anymore. 
"I would do anything for you." He smiles at you, the smile not quite reaching his sad eyes. 
Has his eyes always looked like this? So melancholic? Still, you feel comfort looking into them. You feel love and familiarity. You feel home. 
You do your best not to tear up, knowing if you let that dam crumble you'll end up saying things you'll regret. So you hold it together, despite how much you ache to throw yourself in his arms. You missed this. You missed him. You miss what you wish you could be. 
But then he takes his hand away and asks quietly, “Did you spend the night with him?”
“Yes.” You admit in a small voice, heart hammering against your chest.
“Got it.” He says simply, and it’s somehow worse than him getting angry. There is a sense of loss there that you can’t explain but it aches, deep and inaccessible. 
“Thanks for the food.” He says, getting up and throwing the rest of it in the trash. 
"Wait. Where are you going?” You ask when you see him heading for the door. 
“Out.” He says simply, seeming to be in a hurry to leave but you’re not ready to let him go yet. “Can't you stay for a bit?" 
"I'm sorry. I've got something to get to. But I'll catch up with you later, okay?" He doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he’s out of the door. 
“Okay.” You mumble quietly to yourself, letting the tears fall freely, having no reason to hide them anymore. 
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A/N: AHHHH two more chapter left. the end is nigh and only one boy can win. as always feedback gives me the motivation to write and upload faster. also just to let you know i will be giving patreon a try and an alternative ending to this fic will be published with the losing boy there.
Back to our regularly scheduled programming. which boy do you want oc to end up with (voting has no bearing on the final results though i guess now it doesn't matter because we'll have an alternative ending anyway)
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Here is Chapter 12! Sorry for the delay. I am feeling better, but I am still a little behind so I’m hoping the next chapter can be posted in a few days. We’re getting closer to the end!
Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU
Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.
Word count: 2,053
Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing
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Yoongi was too stunned to move or even speak. You on the other hand were impatient and wanted to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible. Already with your shoes and coat on you walked back over to Yoongi jingling his keys in front of him, “Come on. Let’s get going.” When he still didn’t move you slammed the keys down in front of him, “Now Yoongi!”
He instantly jumped up and hustled after you. He had to admit he was really really starting to love this new take charge no bullshit Y/N.
Once in the car you punched in the address that Namjoon sent you and Yoongi began the drive over.
“What exactly did Namjoon say?”, he asked finally breaking the silence.
“I’ll let him explain everything, but I think that Suri used him to try and get to me so that she could have you.” Yoongi tried to comprehend, but you didn’t even give him the chance to ask for clarification.
“I just don’t understand what her problem is. Is it really worth ruining so many lives to keep you? I mean no offense Yoongi. You are really attractive and you can be nice when you want to be and you do have money, but aren’t there any other rich idiots she can chase after?”
Yoongi looked over at you with his brows furrowed. He wanted to take offense but you were right in a way so he knew it was best to let that one go. Instead he chose to focus on you calling him attractive instead bringing a slight tint of pink to his cheeks. He knew himself that he was attractive, but something about hearing you say it did something to him.
The two of you arrived at your destination and hastily made your way to the front door knocking several times. A few minutes went by before the door swung open revealing a somber Namjoon. He invited you both in offering some drinks before taking a seat on the couch. You and Yoongi sat across from him.
“Thank you both for coming here. Suri doesn’t know this address so there’s no way she could possibly show up. I wanted to make sure of that.”, he said clearing his throat.
“No problem. I think you should start from the beginning to catch Yoongi up on everything that happened and then we can go from there.”
He nodded, “Okay so I guess I’ll just get right to it then. The first time I met Suri was several months ago. I was leaving your place after one of our lessons and she was waiting for Yoongi out in the hallway. We talked a little and that was it. I met her a few more times in similar situations and each time we’d talk a little more. Then this one time Yoongi and Suri were coming back from doing you know what while I had just spent the evening comforting Y/N.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Oh please. If you were so innocent in all this we wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”
“Yeah well if you weren’t a womanizing cheating asshole then none of this would’ve happened to begin with.”, Namjoon spat back.
“Both of you stop it. This isn’t the time to act like children’.”, you shouted feeling overwhelmed by their bickering.
Namjoon and Yoongi glared at each other before continuing, “Sorry Y/N, you are right. Anyways, Suri asked if I wanted to grab drinks that night. I didn’t but I wanted to find out more about what Yoongi was up to with her so I agreed. After a few too many drink I let it slip that I was starting to develop feelings for Y/N but she told me that she would never cheat and wasn’t able to leave Yoongi. Suri told me that she had a way to make it so that Y/N wouldn’t want anything to do with Yoongi outside of what was required of her. At the time I thought she was genuinely trying to help me, but looking back it was clear she was just using me to get Yoongi for herself. She started asking me for information about the two of you that she could use. That’s how she knew about the cologne that Y/N had made. She knew that the two of you were going up to the cabin so she really increased the amount of texts she sent hoping that Y/N would come across it. She knew that Y/N was going to be at the charity auction and got Hwan involved.”
“Wait, wait, wait, so did you know that Hwan was going to come after me at the auction?”, you asked feeling hurt that he would possibly put you in danger like that.
“Uhh kind of. He was supposed to just say some creepy stuff to you and then I’d swoop in and chase him off so you’d feel safe with me and be upset with Yoongi for not being there for you. But he wasn’t supposed to follow you outside or actually touch you. He took it too far and then I couldn’t find you anywhere in the building. I know it was a really dumb idea and I don’t know what we were thinking.”
You scoffed, “Yeah you think? Thank God Yoongi was there to save me unlike you. I can’t believe you Namjoon!”
“You’re right Y/N and I’m sorry.”
What about the baby situation?”, you asked after taking a breath and wanting to move this long
“So a while ago she came up with this crazy plan to get pregnant by Yoongi. She really thought that was the key to force him to stay with her. I told her that was taking it way too far, but she didn’t care. She stopped her birth control, but never said anything about it. She would complain constantly that Yoongi refused to touch her without a condom. She came up with this ridiculous idea to have another guy get her pregnant and then say the baby was Yoongi’s. I told her she was fucking nuts and that would never work. I was getting to the point I wanted nothing to do with her or this plan. But I honestly didn’t think she would go through with it. Then one night she came over to my place really upset. She said she had just left Yoongi’s office and he had once again told her that their relationship was over. He was going to work on his marriage and that started with cutting her out of his life. He even had security remove her from the building when she wouldn’t leave. She seemed pretty devastated. I felt kind of bad for her, but honestly I was more relieved that she wouldn’t be able to go through with this crazy pregnancy plan. I asked her if she wanted a drink and one drink turned into two and then three and so on. Well one too many drinks later we ended up in my bed together. The next month she told me she was pregnant and was going to tell Yoongi the baby was his. We both knew I was the father based on the last time she had slept with anyone else and I wasn’t going to let her take the baby away from me. Then when we were at the police station she showed me the sonogram and that she was going to tell Jin about it. I got upset and told her that I wouldn’t let her take my baby away from me and if she told Jin about it then I would tell you both about her whole entire plan. So when I found out from Hwan that she went through with it after I had left I decided to call you.”
Your head was spinning round and round. You felt like you were in some kind of weird soap opera. You looked over and Yoongi looked just as shocked as you felt. “Surely she won’t let you get away with this that easily. What is going to happen to you?”, you asked turning your attention back to Namjoon.
“Well I’m definitely going to loose my job since I work for Hwan’s company now.”, he chuckled.
“But I don’t even care any more. There’s an innocent baby involved and I’m not going to let her continue this mess.”
He reached to the side table next to him and grabbed a brown folder. He handed it over to you before leaning back into the couch, “In this folder is everything you’d need to use against her. Copies of texts, emails, voicemail transcripts. There’s a copy of the prenatal dna test we had done that shows the baby is mine.”
Yoongi took the folder and began flipping through the papers humming and letting go of a sigh everytime he saw something interesting.
“I mean this is great and all, but there’s still the issue of the mixtape.”, you said.
“There is no tape.”, Namjoon spoke.
Yoongi and yourself both looked over at him with wide eyes.
“What?!,” you said in unison.
“Yeah she told me all about that and how she wished she still had a copy of it because it seemed to be the only thing that really scared you. Apparently there was a big data breach at her dads label a couple years ago. Some hackers got in trying to access account information. They had no choice but to wipe every system completely clean loosing a ton of music and other files. For some reason they didn’t have any backups. She said the label almost went bankrupt until they debuted that girl group. You know, Old Jeans or New Beans or something like that.”
You lightly chucked at his lack of pop culture knowledge.
He continued, “But yeah there is no tape. She’s been lying to you about it for years.”
Carefully you peaked over at Yoongi. His face was so red he almost looked purple. He was gripping the folder so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Slowly you reached over trying to not startle him and grasped his hand into yours.
“Umm so what do we do now? We can’t just tell her to stop it. If she’s willing to go through all of this there is no way she’s going to just backdown easily.”, you asked.
The three of you sat in silence for a while pondering your next move.
“I have an idea.”, Yoongi finally spoke before getting up. He extended a hand out to you and you accepted following after him towards the door.
Namjoon followed closely behind. “Thank you for coming clean Namjoon but I think we should take a break in our friendship.”, you said before walking off towards the car.
Yoongi walked just outside the doorframe before turning back to Namjoon.
“I’ll handle it from here. Thank you for providing us with the documents.”
“Sure if you need anything else just let me know.”
Yoongi went to walk down the few stairs leading to the walkway before turning around and making his way back up using his hand to stop the door just before it closed.
“Oh and Namjoon.”
The door swung back open and he gestured for Yoongi to continue.
“Stay the fuck away from my wife.”
He turned and walked back down the steps and over to his car where you were already waiting. Gently he placed the folder in the backseat before putting the car in reverse.
He was silent on the drive back to his place and you didn’t want to push him. Once he parked the two of you sat in the car for a while. Yoongi nervously drummed on the steering wheel.
“Hey are you okay?”, you asked concerned with his lack of emotion.
“Yeah I guess I just can’t believe I’ve been so stressed about this stupid mixtape when it didn’t even matter. I thought I’d feel relieved, but I’m just having a hard time processing it.”
“So what is your plan? How do you know it’ll work and not make things worse?”, you asked reaching over for his hand.
He chuckled before looking over at you with a smirk, “Oh it’ll work Y/N. But uh you are definitely not going to like it.”
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Literally all of The Shadowhunter Chronicle romances are completely unhinged it’s not even funny (I lied, it’s very funny). Here’s just some examples:
William “Will” Herondale/James “Jem” Carstairs + Theresa “Tessa” Gray: It totally would have been a vee type polyamorous situation if it wasn’t for all the death and 1800s London society going on.
Henry Branwell + Charlotte Fairchild: How dare this misogynistic society put us together, I mean, we wanted to get together anyway, but not for those reasons. Welp, time to be as unconventional as possible.
Gabriel Lightwood + Cecily Herondale: Look, you made fun of my sister, it’s only fair that I marry your sister; that’s the rules.
Gideon Lightwood + Sophia “Sophie” Collins: Dad, I have a perfectly valid reason to betray you and go to the other side. What your doing is wrong and – nO tHiS haS nOThiNG to do wiTh tHeIR mAid wHy wOUlD yoU eVEn sAy tHat?
Jesse Blackthorn + Lucie Herondale: Your request to not be brought back to life has been denied, deal with it.
James “Jamie” Herondale + Cordelia Carstairs: He didn’t commit arson we were just having sex – why are you all looking at me like that’s worse?
Anna Lightwood + Ariadne Bridgestock: Listen, there’s a lot of society going on right now, so we’re going to have to get together in secret. Oh, you don’t want to? Okay, never mind, fuck society, let me win you back real quick.
Christopher Lightwood + Grace Cartwright: Oh good, you broke into my house, now we can talk about science.
Thomas Lightwood + Alastair Carstairs: I’d really like to hate you, but I think the biggest problem with that is that I love you. Once I get over that hurdle, I think we’ll be in the clear.
Lucian “Luke” Graymark + Jocelyn Fairchild: Good job on us for breaking away from the genocidal cult run by our best friend/husband; we should hook up, you know, as a reward.
Jonathan “Jace” Herondale + Clarissa “Clary” Fairchild: Ayo the same guy conducted experiments on our blood, that’s crazy; btw so glad we’re not actually siblings.
Alexander “Alec” Lightwood + Magnus Bane: Marrying each other is against the law? Okay, fine, I’m a law biding citizen. Oh oops, I made it legal. I am the law now, and I want a wedding on the beach.
Simon Lovelace + Isabelle Lightwood: It makes sense to have our engagement party on the day of my brother’s death, that’s when we really started bonding.
Helen “Alessa” Blackthorn + Aline Penhallow: Well, I guess we’re going to go in exile together. Yes, I said together; your exile is my exile, what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine, that’s how relationships work.
Julian Blackthorn + Emma Carstairs: Yes, it’s a technical war crime to love each other, but the law itself is not really our main concern about it.
Kieran Hunter + Mark “Miach” Blackthorn + Cristina Rosales: We’re really living that cottage core aesthetic, and all we had to do to get here was do a small war and some amnesia. Worth it.
Gwyn ap Nudd + Diana Wrayburn: I’m going to stand by just in case something happens, but it probably won’t, she knows what she’s doing – WHY IS SHE JUMPING OUT THE TENTH STORY WINDOW OH MY GOD WAIT
Tiberius “Ty” Blackthorn + Christopher “Kit” Herondale: We take cosplaying Sherlock and Watson VERY seriously, so of course we needed to go to all the most illegal places, it’s only natural.
Ash Morgenstern + Drusilla “Dru” Blackthorn: So anyway I saw them in a sort of fever dream like state this one time and they’ve still been on my mind for years.
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hiii love your writing omg could you do like. enemies with benefits banter. (w hero x villain obvi) (eg u don’t have to do the nsfw but like the banter)
“So.”
“So?”
The hero crossed their arms in front of their chest as their eyes scanned the villain. From their feet right up to their head. As always, their eyes were hypnotising and the villain almost got a little too distracted.
Sometimes they wished they weren’t as invested as they were. Sometimes they wished they returned to their bitter and cold self.
But, Christ, they were so much happier.
“Is there something you would like to confess?” the hero asked. They almost sounded disappointed.
“Uhh…like how I’d rather watch you undress right now?”
The hero tilted their head and took a step forward. Immediately, the villain could see how their grip on their weapon tightened and instinctively, the villain reached for their own. They were gonna get their ass kicked if they didn’t make the right moves.
“What?” the hero asked, smirking now. “Are you scared?”
“Scared or turned on. Haven’t really decided yet.” Within seconds, the hero managed to push the villain against the wall. One hand on the villain’s shoulder, pinning them against the hard wall, the other still holding the hero’s weapon — a gun this time — and pressing it against the villain’s jaw.
“Well, you better figure out what you’re feeling in the next few seconds because I’m just gonna ask once. You robbed a bank this morning. Where’s the money?”
“Already spent all of it,” the villain said. They shrugged but had to smile when the hero’s eyes widened in shock.
“On what?”
“Oh, I just…” The villain’s fingertips touched the hero’s wrist gently and followed the large scar down the hero’s forearm. They remembered the injury a little too well. A badly broken arm that had needed months to recover fully. To be honest, they didn’t even need the money. They just (desperately) wanted the hero’s attention. “…I just wanted to spoil a certain someone. You know. Dinner, vacation, shopping. All that stuff.”
“You’re so full of shit.” Despite their words, the hero was blushing. Their grip around their gun loosened as they were lost in thought and the villain seized the opportunity to turn the tables and grab the hero and turn them. As a result, they pushed them against the wall, making sure they were gentle with the hero’s ribs. They were still bruised from a recent fight.
The villain leaned in and let their breath hit the hero’s exposed neck.
Probably one of the most sensitive parts of the hero’s body.
“It’s a bit much. But I’m willing to treat you like royalty. I mean who wouldn’t? After such a night…”
“Hey.” The hero pushed the villain’s face away from them, embarrassed. “I’m here for the money you stole, not for…you know, not for…”
“And I just wanted to see you,” the villain answered. They took in a deep breath dramatically. “Is that such a sin?”
“You know, most people separate their work and personal life,” the hero said. Again, the villain’s face came closer and this time, the hero only rolled their eyes and tried to dodge their gaze.
“Well, the first time we got…personal was at work,” the villain reminded them. It had been a very eye opening experience, that was clear.
The hero’s blush deepened and it became quite apparent to the villain that they were a little tired today. They always got a little shy when they didn’t have enough energy.
“Hm. Alright, alright. I guess that’s all the time I’m gonna steal from you today. Don’t want you to be overworked and then all exhausted next time we have—”
“Alright,” the hero said quickly. “Just give me the money and I won’t arrest you.”
“Mmm…fine.” The villain let their eyes drop to the hero’s lips. One last tease. “Feel free to visit me this evening.”
“We’ll see.” As always, that meant they’d be there.
At eight o’clock sharp.
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Pt2 to this post is here 🤗 | AO3 link
When Eddie stumbles out of his room the next day, still half asleep and purposefully headed towards the coffee machine, he notices a crumpled piece of paper on the table. He frowns when he sees it's the note he tossed in the trash a day earlier. It's folded open again, and there's a mysterious, slightly gross looking stain on it, but the number is still clearly readable.
He takes a good few seconds to stare at the digits, written neatly with a blue ballpoint, as if the guy was doing his very best to make sure that none of the numbers would be unreadable. He can't believe that Wayne is invested enough in this to get the note out of the trash for Eddie, even though Eddie already made more than clear how utterly uninterested he is in this Steve person. He shrugs, crumples the note back up again, and tosses it back into the trash.
It goes on like that for a while: every time Eddie wakes up or gets back home, the number is staring at him from the table, only to be crumpled in Eddie's fist again and again and again. Neither Wayne nor Eddie say anything about it; it becomes a tacid game of who can be the most stubborn, and they both know that both of them can keep that up for a very long time. Eddie knows he could just tear it up, or burn it, or poetically bury it at the base of a tree at the edge of the woods outside the trailer. But something's stopping him. It isn't the guy, or even the idea of the guy – he's sure as hell that this Steve wouldn't be for him at all. No, it's the memory of the look on Wayne's face after he gave Eddie the number, all excited and proud of himself. It's the knowledge of how immensely lucky he is to have an uncle like that, who supports him and loves him exactly the way he is, even actively wants him to be happy with another man. It's the flash of disappointment that crossed Wayne's face that first time Eddie made a whole show of throwing the note away. That's the reason he eventually, after almost a whole week of moving the note from trashcan to table and back again, finds himself standing at the phone with the piece of paper in his hand. The note has become truly disgusting by now, with all kinds of unrecognizable smudges on it, but thanks to Steve's clear handwriting, Eddie can still read all the digits.
It doesn't take long before 'Steve Harrington' picks up the horn on the other side.
'Hey, um, this is Eddie,' Eddie says, suddenly feeling awkward about the whole thing and wondering if he should've thought through what he was about to say to Steve. 'You met my uncle at a baseball game, last weekend?'
'Oh!' Steve sounds surprised. 'Eddie! Yeah, yes I did – Wayne, right?'
'Hmhm.'
'I didn't really expect a call anymore, to be honest,' Steve says.
'Yeah, sorry 'bout that,' says Eddie. 'Listen, to be honest, I'm not calling because I actually think this is gonna be something. From what I heard – not to sound like a dick or anything, I'm sure you're perfectly nice and all that – you just, totally don't sound like my type, you know? But my uncle won't drop it, and it'd probably make my life a whole lot easier if I could just prove to him that not every random queer guy he meets is a good match for me, so... Do you wanna meet up for coffee sometime? We can establish what a terrible match we are, I'll pay for your drinks, and then we can move on with our lives without any gnawing guilt or “what if”s playing around in our minds, and we'll never have to think about each other again. How does that sound?'
'Um...' There's a pause of a couple of seconds on the other side of the line, then a small sigh. 'I guess the free coffee sounds good?' It sounds more like a question than a statement, and suddenly, Eddie feels a bit stupid about the whole thing.
'I'm sorry,' he blurts out. 'I totally get it if it's not really what you expected of this. You met my uncle, and I know he's pretty awesome, and, like, wildly attractive and stuff, but if you expect me to be like him – that's not at all what I'm like, you know. So it'll probably be good for both of us to get that out of the way. To establish that we are not at all attracted to each other and happily move on.'
'Yeah, yeah, sure,' says Steve. 'Sounds good. I can't wait to find out what a terrible match you are for me.'
Eddie is relieved to hear the guy softly chuckling. 
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teyvatdreams · 2 years
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helping them when they need it
incl. itto, xiao, kazuha, childe
warnings: mentions of injuries / cuts
a/n: childe’s is . kind of angsty ?? still has a little bit of reverse comfort. also takes place before he tries to destroy liyue <3
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itto
you weren’t entirely sure why arataki itto ran to you when he had an allergy attack, but here he was, nearly hyperventilating at your doorstep.
“what happened?” you ask, putting your hand on his shoulder to steady him.
“beans,” he chokes out. “beans,” he repeats, coughing.
“we were getting food and there were beans hidden under his rice,” one of his gang members explains. “we told him to be careful but he was so hungry he took a bite without checking!”
“oh, jeez. come on,” you sigh, helping itto up. “could you guys give us some space?” you look to the three men standing behind itto.
they all nod. “we’ll stay out here if that’s what you need.”
you close your door and sit itto down. his eyes were filled with tears and he was coughing uncontrollably. “itto, you’ve gotta be more careful. this is the 2nd time this has happened in the past week,” you tell him. “at this rate, you’re gonna build an immunity to beans.”
itto rapidly shakes his head. “no way. never gonna happen,” he says with a strained voice.
“just sit here and calm down. you’re not gonna be able to get your breath back if you keep panicking,” you tell him. “do you want some water?”
itto quickly nods. you retrieve a glass of water for him and he slurps it down. “man, you really are a lifesaver,” he breathes. he already sounds better.
“are you gonna be okay? aren’t eating beans like, particularly bad for you? am i gonna have to rush you to a doctor?” you ask.
“slow down, slow down,” itto says between breaths. “i think i’ll be fine. might have to take it easy for the rest of the night, but i won’t die or anything. it was just one bean.” his face scrunches up. “so gross.”
you refill his glass of water, and he drinks it all in the blink of an eye. “d’you mind if i crash here for a bit?” he asks. “just a few hours, tops. i promise i’ll be gone before the sun sets.”
you nod. “that’s fine, i guess. what do you want me to tell the guys?”
“just tell ‘em to head home and that i’m taking a nap here. they’ll be outta your hair then.”
you did just that, and although hesitant, his gang members left. by the time you came back inside, itto was already fast asleep. you didn’t have to leave home, so you just went on with your day and kept an eye on itto.
the sun started to set and itto finally started stirring. “itto?” you ask quietly.
itto’s eyes flutter open and he rubs them before lifting his head. “oh man, how long have i been out?”
“three days,” you reply. “just kidding, it’s only been a few hours.” you quickly add on once you see the look of horror on itto’s face.
“not funny,” he mumbles, setting his head back down. “how am i still so exhausted?”
“well, you are extremely allergic to beans. ‘extremely’ almost doesn’t seem like a good enough word to describe how badly allergic you are,” you tell him. “just stay the night.”
“are you sure?” itto asks after a few moments of silence. “i mean, i’m sure i can make it home just fine. granny is probably worried about me,” he says.
“i understand that, but i don’t really think you’re in a condition to make that journey back to your granny right now. surely she’ll understand when you get back?“ you suggest.
“yeah, you’re probably right. she’d probably be mad at me for walking that much when i’m like this.” he says. he groans. “i need to go back to sleep. my head is killing me,”
“no worries. hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning.” you say.
“hey, (y/n), thanks for letting me stay here while i recover. i owe you big time.” itto says.
you chuckle. “don’t worry about it. you’re not in best itto condition, i can’t let you go around inazuma looking like that,”
he laughs. “yeah, thanks for — wait, what do you mean by that? how bad do i look?!?”
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xiao
“he’s on the roof, as usual. i… don’t think he’s in the best condition. could you please check on him?”
verr goldet’s voice sounded more nervous than usual. as you made your way to the top of wangshu inn, you were just expecting to see xiao exhausted from conquering demons — it was a rare sight, but it did happen. you had never actually seen him physically hurt.
“xiao?” you ask, stepping onto the roof. you couldn’t see him. “xiao?” you repeat.
you hear something behind you. turning, you finally see xiao. you can tell by the way he’s standing that he’s in great pain — eyebrows furrowed, face contorted in a way that makes it only more obvious he’s trying to hide his pain. “you called?”
“verr goldet asked me to check on you… are you okay?” you ask, stepping closer.
xiao grunts. “i’m fine.”
it’s then when you notice his arms are cut, exposing dark gashes on his arm that are the complete opposite of a human’s flesh. gasping, you put a hand on his arm, making sure to be wary of his injury. “what happened?”
“i said i’m fine,” xiao gently moves away from your grasp. “it’s just a flesh wound…”
“it should still be cared for,” you tell him. “please let me look at it.”
xiao crossed his arms before sighing. “alright, fine.”
“i’ll be back in just a moment. don’t leave.”
you quickly go down the stairs of wangshu inn and retrieve a first aid kit. you’re back to the roof in no time and pleased to see that xiao hasn’t left. “sit,” you say, gently helping him sit down. you start to disinfect his cuts.
he doesn’t even flinch. he clears his throat. “…is it bad?”
you shake your head. “no. it isn’t deep enough to need stitches or anything,” you reply. “but whatever got you, got you pretty good.”
you bandage up his right arm and start cleaning the next. “where were you when i got here? verr goldet said you’d be on the roof.”
“i knew she’d send you after me,” he mumbles. “i didn’t want you to see me hurt.”
“why?” you ask. “it’s a good thing i did, right? you could get more hurt if you left these untreated.”
he shrugs. “i suppose you’re right.”
“if you didn’t want me to see you like this, then why did you still show up?” you ask.
“because you called out my name. and i promised i’d be there whenever you did.” xiao replies.
you finish bandaging him up. “you’re good at keeping promises,” you say, packing the first-aid kit up. “so promise me you won’t hesitate to ask me for help.”
xiao pauses for a moment before nodding slightly. when you start to descend the stairs to return the kit back to its place, you feel xiao’s eyes on you, watching intently. “i’m just putting the first-aid kit back,” you tell him. “i’ll be back. would you like me to get you some almond tofu from chef yanxiao?”
“okay,” he says, shoulder dropping in relief. “just… make it fast, please,”
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doing business on the docks of liyue, you had grown close to the captain of the crux, beidou. you were the first to welcome her back and the last to send her your regards and well wishes before she left. so when she returned to liyue after a trip to inazuma, she wasted no time to introduce you to kaedehara kazuha.
he was timid, only speaking to beidou, avoiding all eye contact with you — beidou told you once it was just you and her that he had been through a lot recently, fleeing from inazuma after witness his friend get slain.
before the pair left the dock, you called out his name.
“kazuha, if you ever need help, ask beidou where you can find me.”
it was just an offer; you couldn’t deny that his story pulled at your heartstrings a bit. he had gone through so much. losing a friend, fleeing your home nation, suddenly coming to a new nation you don’t know anything about. it was a lot.
a few weeks had passed since kazuha had arrived in liyue. you had only spoken to him once since beidou introduced you to him, but you saw him around the city a lot and would always wave or give him a friendly smile. it wasn’t until a stormy night that kazuha took up your offer of help.
you almost didn’t hear him knock on your door. it almost blended in with the pounding rain against your house. but you checked anyways, and you were greeted with a soaking wet kazuha at your doorstep.
you immediately pulled him inside, running to grab a towel to dry him off. he looked like he was soaked to the bone, his clothes were sopping wet and rain dripped from his hair. you wrapped the towel around him and sat him down.
“i tried to find shelter,” kazuha chuckles as he pulls the towel tighter around his body. “but as you can see, i failed.”
“it’s been raining for hours,” you say softly, throwing more wood in the fireplace nearby. “have you been in the rain this entire time?”
“not the entire time. i was in a cave when the rain started, but the wind started to blow the rain in. so i started to make my way here.” he explains. “it still took some time, though.”
“i’m glad you knew where i was. besides from me there’s only two other houses nearby, and i’m not sure they’d be as welcoming to a stranger.” you tell him.
“after we met a few weeks ago i asked beidou where i could find you if i needed it. since i’ve been here for some time now, i didn’t have any trouble finding you, luckily.” he replies. he sniffles, pushing his wet hair back.
“let me get you some food, you must be starving.” you say, pushing a chair closer to the fireplace. “sit here. get warmed up,” you help him stand and get him seated by the fire.
you quickly go to your kitchen to retrieve some soup you had made earlier while you rack your brain on what to do about his clothes. you had some old clothes you didn’t wear anymore that might fit him; he just needed something for the night. you left the kitchen to get kazuha some food in his stomach.
“here’s some soup,” you say. “you’ll have to change out of those clothes before you get sick, though,”
kazuha nods, taking the soup from your hands and sips it, sighing in relief at the warmth. “thank you for helping me,” he says. “i don’t think i realized how cold i was until i got here.”
“of course,” you reply. “there’s no way i’d leave you out there. let me get you those clothes now,” you go to your bedroom and find the clothes — looking at them now, they’d surely fit him.
when you return, kazuha had finished the soup and was standing by the fire. he had just finished drying his hair; it was out of it’s usual ponytail now. “i’m sorry for causing any—“
“shh,” you shush him. “it’s fine. i offered to help and now i’m helping.” you hand him the clothes.
his eyelids are heavy. he looks so exhausted he could fall asleep standing up.
“i can take you to my room and you can have my bed for the night.” you tell him.
kazuha shakes his head. “no. i can’t do that. i can just sleep out here on the floor.”
“kazuha—“
“i’ll be fine. i’m used to it. having a roof over my head is enough for me.” he says.
you listen to the rain outside for a few moments before nodding. “okay. you can put your clothes by the fire, hopefully they’ll be dried by morning.” you say. “are you sure you’ll be okay?”
kazuha smiles slightly, nodding. “yes. i can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done so far.”
“alright, then. i’ll see you in the morning.” you leave kazuha by himself and go to your own room. it takes you some time to shut your brain off and fall asleep, but you manage.
in the morning, you leave your room and see that kazuha has already woken up. he was back in his own clothes that had dried and had neatly folded yours and set it on the table.
“how are you feeling?” you ask.
“okay,” kazuha replies. “although… i can feel a cold coming on,” he sighs.
“well, you can always come back if you need to. a cold will definitely leave faster if you have proper shelter. i can also get you some medicine from dr. baizhu. i have to deliver something to him today anyways,” you tell him.
kazuha nods, grinning. “thank you.”
you quickly get ready and head towards the harbor with kazuha. the smell of rain still lingered in the air, children were jumping in the puddles left behind while the wild animals drank from them.
“i have to head to the crux,” kazuha says. “thank you again for all the help.”
“you’re welcome. feel free to come by anytime,” you tell him.
he nods, a soft smile on his face. “i’ll definitely consider it.”
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childe
there had been a few times before when you had needed to patch up the mysterious man from snezhnaya — usually just a few cuts and bruises, but for a toy seller, he was getting hurt an awful lot.
so when he showed up on your doorstep, clothes tattered, covered in blood, you knew there was definitely something he wasn’t telling you. but that didn’t mean you were going to deny him help.
silence fills the room as you disinfect his cuts and clean the dirt off his skin. you noticed that body was basically covered in scars.
“you’ve definitely seen me in better shape,” childe finally says, voice strained. he’s still able to crack a smile.
you look to him. even though he’s smiling, you can sense some kind of hurt in his eyes. you quickly glance away. “i have.”
“i appreciate your help. i didn’t know who else to go to. the pharmacy is closed, and i’m not sure i’d get the same kind of help there as i will from you.” childe says.
you nod. “you made the right choice. so, what happened?” you ask.
the question makes childe shift uncomfortably in his spot. “i can tell you’re suspicious.”
“of course i am. am i supposed to think toy sellers get in fights like this?” you question. “either way, i don’t care. we’ve already established some kind of friendship, so…”
“it was never my plan to keep my real job hidden from you,” he admits. “but it would change your mind about me. and it felt kind of nice to have someone who didn’t know what i’m really in liyue for… but everyone figures it out somehow,” he says, chuckling.
“childe…” you say softly. “i’m still helping you. and i plan to do this whenever you need it.”
childe looks to you, with an almost confused and hurt expression on his face. “i’m not a good guy.”
“then i’ll pretend you’re a good guy.” you reply, pressing a bandage onto a cut on his shoulder. “if mr. zhongli trusts you, then surely you can’t be all that bad? i’m starting to get a feeling you don’t talk too highly of yourself.”
childe looks down at the floor. “okay. then we can pretend i’m just a toy seller.”
you pull childe’s sleeve back down to cover the bandage. “alright.”
childe stands up from his seat and heads to the door. “thank you again.”
“are you sure you want to leave? you must be exhausted. you’re already hurt and it’s dark outside. you should really—“
“i’ll be fine.” childe cuts you off. “i shouldn’t take up more of your time. you��ve already helped me this much.” he opens the front door. “i hope i’ll see you again soon.”
and then, he’s gone, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts.
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TRUTH OR DARE
You and Gojo are constantly in battle at the top of your classes. The tension that always seems to surround you comes to head at a party
Academic rivals, enemies to lovers, a little mature but nothing too bad
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You wonder how much trouble you’ll be in if you kill Satoru Gojo.
It’s something you think about often, despite how wrong you know the violent thoughts tend to be. You imagine reaching over in English, where he sits directly in front of you, and throttling his neck, right before the dip of his collarbone, the paleness of his smooth skin blooming under your palms.
Of course, you haven’t always been like this. At every school you’ve been to, your need for academic validation drove you to the top of your classes and that was where it ended. There was no competition. You were, as vain as it sounded, the smartest, and you always had been. There’d never really been much competition, and you’d loved your position at the top.
That all changed when you started at Jujutsu High School.
It had been after your first History exam. For the most part, you’d kept your head down, made a few friends. You hadn’t spoken to most people, but you didn’t mind the lack of attention. It was after your teacher had passed back your exams, a beaming smile on his face as he passed you the paper with a bright red ‘99%’, that he’d turned around.
The first thing you noticed was his bright blue eyes. They seemed to bore into you as they fell on your face, flitting over your features, before falling on your paper. You sneak a glance at his, and catch the ‘97%’ before he shifts it out of your eyeline. The next thing you notice is how unfortunately attractive he is, even as his face contorts into a sneer.
“You beat me?” His voice is low, as if he’s scared for anyone else to hear.
“Yeah. I guess.”
He scoffed. “Well, don’t get used to it. Me not being first isn’t a very common occurrence around here.”
You’d been annoyed enough at his cockiness that you’d snarled back, “I wasn’t ‘around here’ before. We’ll see if you stay first. If my 99% is anything to go by, you probably won’t.”
Sure, maybe you could’ve been mature and not fall for his obvious ploy to taunt you. But self-control was not one of your strong points, and it seemed to get even worse around him. Your snipe back seemed to have introduced a back and forth between the two of you.
Every test, every project, the two of you were fighting for the top place. He’d beat you in a maths paper, and you ran for longer during the bleep test. Gojo drove you to revise harder, spend more time holed up in the library, if only to get one step further. Not only that, but he loved to taunt you. How you’d tie your hair, the way you’d colour code all your notes. Any little thing to spike your blood pressure. Gojo would grin, mouth turning up at the corners, eyes boring into yours, his stupid perfect, soft hair falling into his eyes, laughing in that stupid way he did.
Today, his annoying laugh infiltrates your ears as he brandishes your latest English essay, that had received a smiley face. Which, from Mr Choy, was no easy feat. The max praise he dished out was a nod, imperceptible at best. As if that wasn’t bad enough, this was English. Your subject, the one you’d always been best at, everywhere. He couldn't get this as well.
“Look. Right under my A+, a beautiful smiley face. This must be due to my academic prowess.” He grins.
He leans over his chair to your desk, where he points at your paper, which is very obviously void of any emoticons. The scent of his cologne, something piney and expensive, infiltrates your nose, and you want to shove him away.
“Huh. That’s funny. Yours doesn’t have one.” He pouts, tilting his head in fake sympathy.
“Shut up, Gojo.”
“Wow. Remarkable response. I see why I’m better at English than you.”
You splutter, snatching your paper from under his eyes,“You’re not better at English than me.”
His fingers drum over the paper. “You sure?”
You decide to ignore him. You turn your attention to the two girls besides you who are talking about Sukuna’s party. You were invited, but you weren’t really sure if you’d go yet. Parties weren’t exactly the funnest thing in the world. All sweaty teenagers and alcohol.
Gojo must see you watching them because he, of course, has to chime in.
“Are you going to Sukuna’s?”
“I might.”
“Were you even invited?”
You cross your arms over your chest, a spike of irritation travelling up your spine.
“Yes, I was invited.”
Gojo makes a face then, like it’s the most unbelievable thing that could happen on planet earth.
“Is that a surprise to you?”
He shrugs, and turns back around. “I didn’t think parties were your thing.”
“You don’t know what my thing is.”
He turns back around. A slant of light catches on his face, maybe his eyes seem impossibly bluer as they focus on you. You turn your gaze down, to avoid the sheer scrunity you’re under.
“I think I could guess. Friday night holed up in a library or your house with a stack of books? Even the thought of alcohol sending you into a shock?” He clutched a hand to his chest.
“Fuck off.” Gojo winces at your tone.
“God. You kiss your boyfriend with that mouth?”
You roll your eyes. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Gojo nods slowly, patting your hand, which you snatch away. “It’s okay. I know all that studying doesn’t leave time for love.”
“Well. I don’t have a boyfriend but that doesn’t mean I’m not seeing anyone.”
You don’t know why you said that. You’re definitely not seeing anyone right now. You’d only been at Jujutsu high for about two months. You could count the boys at this school you’d spoken to on one hand. But Gojo didn’t need to know that.
And it was the right decision. Because upon hearing your words, Gojo looks… Weird. His face sort of freezes slightly, and you’re sure he’s clenching his jaw by how a muscle suddenly clenches in it. But the surprise is gone as quickly as it arrived, and he blinks back to his normal, unbothered expression.
“Really? Who?”
“Don’t think that’s any of your buisness.”
“Whatever. Doubt it’ll last anyways.” He says it with a curl of disgust that has you frowning.
“Just turn around, you dick.”
“Okay. But not because you told me to.”
So infuriating. His cocky, self-assured nature is why you decide that lunchtime you are definitely going to Sukuna’s party.
You make this decision with Shoko. She’s probably the closest friend you’d made since you got here. Despite the fact that Gojo, her and the other boy that hung around them were all best friends. She listened to your rants about how insufferable Gojo was, and how much you wanted to throttle him with enough enthusiasm to keep you going. She was also under the impression you liked him, but you ignored those comments.
“You should’ve heard him, Shoko. Like I was disgusting, or something. God, he’s so annoying.” You shout the last sentence in your palms which are covering your face.
Shoko grins, popping a bubble with the nicotine gum she’d started chewing. You knew her no smoking wouldn’t last. She went through this every couple weeks, at your incessant nagging.
“Who gives a shit what he says? He’s never had a girlfriend before.”
Your mouth drops open a little. He’s definitely attractive enough to get a girlfriend. It must be his abhorrent personality that stops him. You don’t realise you said that out loud until Shoko raises an eyebrow.
“You think he’s attractive?” She coos, fanning her face dramatically.
“Shut up. What are you gonna wear?”
You spend the rest of your lunch discussing outfits and making Shoko promise not to leave you alone while you’re there, which she begrudgingly does, after your promise to buy her more gum.
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Upon walking into Sukuna’s house, you realise exactly why you don’t go to parties.
The atmosphere is thick with the stench of alcohol, and the music is loud enough you feel it beating in your chest. Shoko had insisted the two of you arrive fashionably late, so you’d avoid the awkward first part of the party before any alcohol had started working its way through peoples systems and broken the tension. You’d taken a couple shots at her house, as she swiped something glittery across your eyelids, and the drinks were warming the inside of your stomach.
Shoko’s hand is clasped around your wrist as she pulls you through the house. You feel eyes lingering on you. It’s the first time anyone at school has seen you in anything but the uniform. You’re wearing a short black dress, the expanse of your legs and probably a little too much of your chest out on display. You’d also rubbed some of this weird glittery stuff Shoko had in her house all over yourself, so you were sort of glinting under the lights. You didn’t mind the stares too much. It was ego boosting if anything.
You arrive in the furthest room, where the majority of your classmates have congregated. You see Sukuna, Uraume, who hangs off his arm, and who you think are Mahito and Choso, lounging on the couch. Sukuna is attractive. Muscular arms and pink hair that the school’s incessant nagging hadn’t affected. He was hot in a hes-no-good-for-me type of way, and you look away quickly when he locks eyes with you across the room. You see other gaggles of groups, even surprisingly Sukuna’s younger brother, Yuji, whos laughing with a dark-haired boy and a girl who sort of looks like Shoko.
The girl in mention takes you to one corner, where Gojo and his friend are in animated conversation. The former immediately stops talking upon your arrival. His eyes travel up your body, lingering on your legs, your chest, before they rest on your eyes. He doesn’t greet you, just looks away. Which is a shame, because the black button down and trousers hes wearing, paired with the silver chain that dangles from his neck, look disgustingly good on him. The boy next to him, on the other hand, smirks in a way that should be illegal, and extends a hand.
“Hi. I’m Geto, I don’t think we’ve met before.”
His voice can only be described as silk, smooth and rumbling from deep in his chest. You don’t even think about how it’s kind of weird he’s asking to shake your hand. You just reach out, shake it, and hope the flush you feel on your cheeks isn’t visible. You tell him your name, and a more mischievous grin break out across his face.
“Hey wait, I know you. You’re the girl Satoru always talks about!”
Gojo turns, suddenly. “Suguru-”
“Oh, really?” You grin at Gojo, “What does he say about me?”
“He’s always complaining when you beat him in class, or when you say something snarky to him, which I find quite funny. Just today he was hating on the fact you got a bo- Ow!”
He’s cut off by a sharp elbow in his gut. Gojo’s clenching his jaw, a look so murderous on his face you let out at laugh. Its much less funny when he aims it at you.
“Shut up. I’m getting a drink.” He points at Geto. “You. Don‘t speak while I'm gone.”
You give it a minute before you follow Gojo to the kitchen, telling Shoko you’re getting your own drink. You ignore the knowing look on her face. He’s leaning against the counter when you walk in, and you try ignore his eyes on your back as you survey the options of drinks. You end up pouring coke and an alarming amount of vodka in a red cup.
“Woah. Careful there. You don’t want to have too much fun, now. You might ditch your academia and become a party girl.”
You fake a laugh. “I know you’d love to see me drunk. It’d give you more stuff to talk to Geto about, right?”
You grin as his smile drops.
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“I don’t know. It really sounded like he did. What, are you obsessed with me or something?” You sigh, pressing a hand to your heart. “I’m flattered, really.”
Gojo doesn’t move for a second. Then he gets up, walks towards you.
“Do you want me to be?”
“W-what?” You stutter out a laugh.
He’s close enough that you back up into the counter. He doesn’t stop moving though, until he’s right in front of you. He rests his palms on the table behind you. Your breath pauses, a flush rising in your cheeks. You think you should push him away, because the scent of him is overwhelming, and his height is allowing him to tower over you. But you can’t. Even though you loathe him you can’t step away from him.
He leans lower, and his face is so close your lips are almost touching. You’re faintly aware of the people talking outside and how this must look if they walked in.
“Do you want me to be obsessed with you? To think about you when I’m in my room.”
His lips almost touch yours as he speaks. He moves to the side, now talking right into your ear.
“At night, when I’m alone. When I’m hot and I’m bothered and-“
Someone goes to open the kitchen door and the moment is broke. You push him off you, grab your drink and storm out the room before anyone catches you flustered at his hands.
What is his deal? Acting like- Acting like that. In public. Where anyone could of walked in, and seen how close you two were to kissing. Not that you want to kiss him. You don’t like Gojo, not like that. Not even as a friend.
It’s not like you think about him all the time. Only when you’re studying, because of course you need to focus your efforts on beating him. Or whenever you’re in class, because his white head is the only thing in your eyeline. Or whenever you see something blue.
But it’s not like you imagine kissing him. Or notice any of those details about him. Only when he looks at you. Really looks at you, like in class earlier that day, like he did in the kitchen.
Oh.
Oh.
Shit.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Mahito suddenly shoots up from the couch. He’s energetic in an annoying way, always laughing and pissing someone off. You keep your distance. He announces that you’re going to play Truth or dare. The room pauses, unsure of how to react. Most of them look to Sukuna to see his reaction. He looks quite excited about it though.
“Isn’t that kind of childish? We aren’t 12.” Mako speaks up from across the room.
“Piss off, Maki. Don’t play then.” Her sister, Mai, says.
They’re both opposites, one dressed in a tight dress and the other jeans. They both sit on the floor in a circle, anyway. The rest of the group follows. Shoko sits next to you and you desperately avoid eye contact with Gojo, who has sat directly in front of you. Shoko noticed the tension and whisper to whisper in your ear.
“Is there something going on with you and Gojo?”
“No. Nothing.”
“You sure? You look kinda flushed.”
“Shut up.”
You shove her as she laughs. You parented you can’t feel someone staring right into you.
The game goes smoothly at the start. A couple dares to eat something disgusting, a few kisses. truths which lead to confessions, some to arguments. The circle shuffles as two people leave (most likely to make out) and you find yourself next to Sukuna. He nods at you and you give him a smile.
“Hiya.”
“Hello.” His voice is deep, gravelly.
“Nice party.”
“Thanks. My parents are definitely going to love the stench of alcohol in our carpets.”
You laugh and he grins. It makes him look awfully like his brother.
“You know, I’m surprised you invited your brother. I would have locked my sister in her room if she asked to come to a party I was throwing.” You marvel, nodding at the boy in question.
“Yeah, he begged me. And I owe him. Left him outside in the rain last week because I forgot to pick him up.” He shakes his head. “It was invite him or he told our parents.”
“He’s sweet, though. Other than the blackmail. Showed me around on my first day.”
Sukuna scoffs. “Of course he did. Ever the goody-two shoes. Teachers love him.”
“They don’t love you then?” You smile.
“Nah. I’m not the best behaved.” He grins again, and it stops looking cute like Yuji’s smile and turns into something much more troublesome.
“Mhm. I see how that’d get on their nerves.”
He stretches slightly, and his shirt rides up his arm, and you see a tattoo.
“Woah. That looks cool.” Your fingers graze them lightly.
You realise the alcohol you’d been slowly drinking has made you much braver than usual. You dont think Sukuna minds. You’re well aware of him flexing his biceps for you. What a show off.
“Thanks. Did them when I was sixteen.” He sounds wistful.
“You make it sound like it was ages ago.”
He shrugs.”Feels like it. I don’t regret them, but they don’t make getting a job any easier.”
“Are we going to keep playing, or what?”
Gojo’s voice cuts across the room, and everyone immediately sits back down. It’s not his party, evident by the sour expression on Sukuna’s face, but everyone just listens to Gojo. He has a weird sort of control over everyone. Even though he was a nerd, smart and perfect at every subject, every girl wanted to be with him and every guy wanted to be him.
You meet his eyes across the room and his face is thunderous. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but he just looks away.
“Okay, my turn!” Shoko grins. There’s a cigarette in her mouth and you sigh at its presence.
The game is simple. Spin the bottle in the middle, and whoever it lands on gets asked a truth or dare. You had not been picked yet. It’s why you’re not paying much attention when the bottle lands on you. Shoko woops, and Sukuna nudges your shoulder.
“Lucky you.”
“Not lucky at all. Look at her face. I’m fucked.” You wince at the expression Shoko is pulling.
“Truth or dare.”
“Uhm. Truth?”
Sukuna boos. “Come on, be fun. Pick dare.”
You whine. “But she’s so mean.”
“Come on.” He drags out his syllables, and you groan.
“Okay fine, fine.”
“Good girl.” He murmurs. You flush slightly and he turns to the rest of your peers.
“She picks dare.” He holds your arm up in the air and you laugh.
Shoko pauses. Thinks. You see her glance at Gojo, just for a second, and you feel your heart stutter in your chest.
“I dare you. To have seven minutes in heaven. Or in seven minute in a pantry, whatever’s available.”
Oh, god.
“With Sukuna.”
Oh.
Cheers erupt from your friends. Someone whistles, and Sukuna just smiles. He offers you his hand, and you take it, a furious red covering your face. You see Gojo for one second before he leads you to his pantry, and he looks like he’s about to kill someone.
Maybe he feels the same way. Maybe. Why else would he be so angry?
Sukuna shuts the door, and you feel the awkwardness the second he does. You don’t know if you expect him to kiss you, or if he expects you to kiss him. You don’t really want to, if you’re being honest with yourself.
“So.” He says.
“Uh. I like your pantry.”
He pauses for a second. And then bursts out laughing. You cover your face with your hands, cursing Shoko under you breath.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I don’t know why she did this.” You groan.
“It’s cool. It’s because of Gojo, right?”
You pause. Other people were aware of your crush? You’d only just found out a couple minutes ago.
“I- What do you mean? What about him?”
“I mean, you like him, right? And he likes you”
“Really? Do you think so? That he likes me?”
Sukuna smiles at you again, and you’re suddenly very glad he wasn’t some dick who was going to try and force himself on you. You were surprised. He looked much meaner around school than he was being right now.
“Duh. He looked like he was gonna kill me just ‘cause we were talking. And i saw you guys in the kitchen getting all freaky.” He snorts at you embarrassed face.
“Okay, we weren't getting freaky. And also, i didn’t even realise I liked him until today.”
You're both leaning against opposite sides of the wall. You thump your head against it, groaning.
“I don’t know what to do. We spend every minute arguing, i don’t even know how I’d tell him”
Sukuna ponders it for a moment. “You wanna make him jealous?”
You probably shouldn’t. You’d seen the look on his face when you just spoke to Sukuna. If that look was actually aimed at you. You couldn’t be sure. It would be best to find out. Definitely the smartest, most logical solution.
“Okay. Sure. But, i don't think i want to-”
“Its okay.” Sukuna holds up a hand.
He ruffles a hand through his hair, and starts biting his lips. Oh. You get his drift, and do the same. You ruffle your own hair, smear the lipgloss on your lips across your face.
“Wait, come here.” You pull him towards you and press your glossy fingers to his chin.
Sukuna is cool. In another world, maybe you would’ve ended up with him.
The two of you collect yourself (or pretend to) and open the door. You find that the Truth or Dare circle has split, and everyone has split back into their groups. You search for Gojo, and you catch him across the room, staring at you. He looks at your messed up gloss, Sukuna’s ruffled hair. The muscle in his jaw clicks, and he turns away.
And then nothing.
Sukuna winces next to you. “Yikes. Sorry about that.”
“It's fine. Thanks for the help.” Sukuna nods once, then walks off.
God. You don’t know what you expected. For him to barge in and rip you and Sukuna apart, then kiss you? It was stupid. You were stupid to even think about acting on your stupid crush.
You decide to go outside to get some fresh air. You go out the front door, away from the backyard smokers. The sky is clear and it’s cold, but you can’t bring yourself to go back inside to get your coat. You just watch the stars and think about how the hell you’ll get over this.
Maybe let him beat you in a couple tests. He’ll get his ego boost and lose any expectations that you’d ever beat him again and leave you alone.
The door behind you opens and slams shut. You turn around, hands rubbing at the goosebumps on your arms. It’s Gojo.
“What the hell was that?”
He walks out and stands in front of you. This isn’t like before though. There’s no tension, just his anger.
“What- What are you on about, Gojo?”
He laughs, mirthless and sarcastic. “God, don’t give me that. You were practically throwing yourself at Sukuna the whole time we were in there.”
“I- There’s-“
“Touching his arm, fucking doing, I don’t know, whatever the hell you were doing in that closet.”
You cross your arms, frowning. “Whatever the hell I was doing in there is none of your concern.”
“It- God, you’re so difficult. Did you know that?”
You could hit him. Really just slap him across the face.
“Me? I’m the difficult one? I’m not the one pressing up against you in the middle of the kitchen and simultaneously tormenting you every day.”
“I don’t torment you.”
“Yes you do.”
Gojo takes a step closer to you. You want to take one back but you let the distance between you two get smaller.
“I torment you because you drive me mad.”
“Why? What do I do to drive you mad?” You say, voice carrying out into the empty front porch.
“You just do. God, it’s like you don’t know how fucking gorgeous you look all the time. When you’re working out a question and you bite your lip. How smart you are, almost as smart as me. The way you just challenge me all the time and it’s all I can do not to kiss you to get you to shut the fuck up.”
You mouth moves but no words come out.
“Yeah, just like that. Silent.” He runs a hand through his hair.
“And then you walk in here with the stupid dress. Your legs and your tits fucking glowing in the lights. And then you’re flirting with Geto and throwing yourself at Sukuna.”
He’s even closer now. Just like in the kitchen, except this time there’s no people searching for alcohol to interrupt you.
“And then you were in that pantry and I nearly broke the door down. And you walk out, and you have that expression on your face. Hair all messed up.” He runs his fingers through your hair.
“Your lip gloss all ruined.” He drags them over your lips. His thumb dips into your mouth and he lets out a shaky breath as your lips close around it.
“Hell, I could’ve fucked you right there.”
Before you can think about it, your hands curl into the collar of his shirt, and you pull him down and kiss him.
Gojo freezes for a second before he moans into your mouth. He returns the kiss with fervour, lips slotting against yours messily. Like everything the two of you do, you’re fighting. He pushes, you push harder. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you open your mouth. He grins against you, tongue licking against your teeth and your gums. He moves from your mouth to your jaw. The part where your neck meets your shoulder. He sucks marks onto your neck and they bloom onto your skin. You moan. Your hand card through his hair, and it’s just as soft as you always thought it’d be.
You moan his name, and he shakes his head.
“No. No, Satoru. Say it, say my name.”
“S-Satoru.” You whisper, and he shudders.
“So fucking gorgeous.”
He hikes one of your legs up by his waist. Your dress slips up your thighs and you feel the heat rising up your neck. He uses your free hand to grip at your chest, mouth still working its way down your body.
“God, you taste so good.” He says in between kisses.
“Shut up..” You breathe out, head thrown back against the wall.
He stops then. Gojo looks you in the eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Really? You want me to stop?”
You roll your eyes. “No, idiot. I want you to keep kissing me, I want you to stop talking.”
He hums under his breath. His lips are swollen and red, and he looks so good you reach forward for him again. But he stops you.
“No. If you ask me nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”
“I don’t want to do that.” You say.
“Come on. Use that beautiful brain of yours.”
You sigh.
“Please.” Your voice is flat and he laughs.
“Ah, you can do better than that.”
You roll your eyes at his smug face. He’s got you pushed against a wall, dress hiked up your thighs, and he’s got the nerve to be asking you to ask for things.
“Please, Gojo, please oh please will you kiss me. Your lips are all I think about, all I dream about-“
He cuts off your rambling by fulfilling your wish. You moan into his mouth, your palms sliding down his chest. He pulls back slightly, kisses your jaw, then your chin.
“See. So much prettier when you just stop talking.” He tilts his head and you roll your eyes.
“Fuck off. I could say the same about you.”
He hums. His fingers trail down, down past your stomach and your thighs. They slip under your dress and your breath catches as he grins something devilish.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fuck the attitude out of you.”
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If you love enemies to lovers (specifically academic) PLEASE read all of Ann liangs books they r incredible!
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it's the first kiss, it's flawless, it's really something. it's fearless.
ok i am feeling fearless tonight, and thea byler first kisses are The Byler First Kisses so i am politely requesting a first kiss in the rain!
this was a VILE prompt to send in that i am so emotional about fearless (taylor's version) and byler and byler first kisses. i hate you so much. i hope you love it.
“Probably shouldn’t have taken our bikes, huh?” 
Will looks over at Mike, blinking rainwater out of his eyes – they’re standing under the awning of the entrance to the only bank in town, closed for the afternoon and completely free of any other miserable, rain-drenched suckers. The bikes in question are lying on their sides on the pavement, abandoned in their haste to get under cover. And Mike is completely soaked, dark hair plastered to his forehead and shirt clinging to hm probably just as uncomfortably as Will’s is sticking to his own skin, and he’s got this sheepish, guilty grin on his face. It had been his idea to take their bikes, hadn’t it? Something about we only have a few weeks left of this weather, Will and let’s enjoy the summer sun, Will and it’s only a twenty percent chance of rain, Will, we’ll be fine. 
Famous last words. 
“Well, it was only a twenty percent chance of rain,” Will points out, doing a bad job of suppressing a smile of his own. This one, though, is less in the realm of guilty, and more in the realm of, I told you so, idiot. "How could we have known?"
Mike shoves at him, a playful brush of wet skin on wet skin, and Will laughs. “Shut up,” Mike says, but he’s still smiling. He reaches a hand up, tangling his fingers in his hair as he brushes it up and off of his forehead, and Will immediately looks away, biting his lip – he shouldn’t think Mike looks cool right now. In actuality, Mike looks like a drowned rat; in actuality, Mike is the reason that they’re stranded here, soaked from the rain; in actuality, none of that makes Will want to kiss him any less.
“How long do you think it’ll last?” Mike is asking now, somehow heard over the sound of the rain hitting the pavement and the sound of all the blood in Will’s body rushing all at once to his ears. He crosses his arms over his chest, resolutely staring at the empty office building across the street, at the trees in boxed planters swaying in the wind – anywhere but Mike, willing his heart rate to go back to normal.
“Check your phone,” Will suggests, doing a very good job of keeping his voice even and steady. “Hot tip: if there’s a little rain cloud under the number, that means it’s still going to rain.”
He doesn’t have to look to know that Mike is rolling his eyes. “Really living up to your name, o’ Will the Wise,” he says, and then presumably turns his attention to digging his phone out of the wet, gross pocket of his jeans – or at least, that’s what Will guesses he’s doing. He still won’t look at him, so he wouldn’t really know, but there’s a lapse in conversation that Will can only attribute to looking at the weather app. “It’s only going to last for another half hour,” Mike declares, affirming Will’s assumptions. 
Will lets out a scoff. “Let me see,” he says, more aggressive than he intends to be, but he doesn’t trust Mike’s assessment of the weather at the moment, thank you very much. Good thing Mike has no interest in meteorology, because Will would have way too much fun bursting that bubble. 
In a feat that has taken years of a mixture of natural talent and diligent practice, Will manages to avoid looking at Mike directly, instead just looking at the raindrop-smeared screen of his phone.  Fortunately for Will, Mike is actually right – the app does show that the rain is going to clear in thirty minutes, the forecast free of tiny thunderclouds for the rest of the evening. Unfortunately for Will, his herculean efforts of not looking at Mike are thwarted completely by standing so close to Mike that he can feel the body heat radiating off of him, and he literally jumps back, cheeks burning.
Smooth. He still won’t look at Mike, but he can tell Mike is looking at him, now. Great.
“You’re jumpy,” Mike comments, sounding amused. 
“I’m not jumpy,” Will barks back, rocking back and forth on his heels, which is almost jumping. He plants his feet to the ground instantly, standing as still as possible. 
“You are,” Mike says, taking a step closer to Will, who immediately steps away from him in – well, in a jumpy way. Damn it. “You’re like a little rabbit.” 
Will flushes something violent, his cheeks burning with it, and this is not what he had in mind when he was urging his respiratory system to act normally around Mike Wheeler, please, for once in our pathetic life. 
“I am not,” he says haughtily, still refusing to look at him. 
“You are,” Mike insists, reaching out to grab at Will by the waist. Will yelps and hops away from him, out from under the cover of the awning and nearly tripping over a nearby parking block. Mike laughs at him. “See?” he says, sliding his phone back into his pocket and taking another step towards Will, who hops backwards out of his reach, involuntarily proving Mike’s point. “Bunny rabbit behavior.” 
“Because you’re trying to grab me,” Will seethes, no real heat to it, taking several steps back as Mike steps out into the rain after him. “Go away.” 
Mike only smiles wider, lunging for Will again with his arms stretched out. His fingers brush the wet fabric of Will’s soaked t-shirt, but on account of it being wet and Will once again jumping away from him, he doesn’t quite get a hold on him. 
“Bunny behavior,” Mike repeats, a gleeful sing-song, and Will flips him off. 
“I hate you,” Will spits out, dodging another grab attempt. 
“You don’t,” Mike says. 
“I do,” Will insists, letting out another yelp as Mike comes after him again. He does more than jump away this time, trying to beat the bunny allegations, and instead turns to run towards the other side of the parking lot. 
Mike makes a noise of protest, and Will glances over his shoulder to see Mike start after him. “Come back!” he calls out, following Will’s path through the parking lot, “I’m not agile enough for this!” 
“Not my fault!” Will yells back, though he’s not having much luck, either, the oil from the asphalt of the parking lot working together with the rain to make him slip and slide all over the place. Mike is working against the same conditions, but even with Will’s head start, Mike and his stupid long legs make the distance between them a lot closer than Will would like. “Oh my God,” he screams, jumping away from yet another close call, “get away from me, you freak!” 
“You’re just mad that I caught up to you,” Mike laughs, and then immediately slips in a puddle. It would be funny, except it sends him sliding forward, and his momentum is too quick for Will to react on time – which lets Mike crash right into him, grabbing at the clinging fabric of Will’s t-shirt for dear life. 
“Yes,” Will grits out, trying to squirm out of his grip, but Mike’s hold is firm, “I’m very, very mad. Let go.” 
“Nah,” Mike says, pulling Will closer and spinning them around, their sneakers sloshing with every step. Will grips onto Mike’s biceps, fingernails digging in for some sort of purchase on his wet skin, desperately trying not to topple over backwards and take Mike with him. “I like you right here.” 
They’re close – so, so close – but Will won’t look up, fixing his gaze on Mike’s bony shoulder and the way his shirt clings to it, almost transparent. The rain beats down on them, flattening Will’s hair against his forehead and sending a cascade of water dripping into his eyes, but he doesn’t care. It beats the alternative. 
“You’re an idiot,” he accuses Mike’s shoulder, furiously blinking against the onslaught of rainwater. 
“You like me, anyway,” Mike answers easily, fondly, hopefully. “You like me so much.” 
Despite himself, this makes Will tip his head back to look up at Mike, rain be damned, because that’s not the way a friend says those words. And that’s certainly not the way a friend looks at a friend, either. 
Will blinks, and the entire day restructures itself in Will’s head: Mike, calling him at noon, insisting he find his bike, because he’d be over in twenty; Mike, almost crashing into a fire hydrant, because he’d been too busy looking at Will to pay attention to where he was going; Mike, paying for his meal at the burger joint they’d gone to for lunch, a normal occurrence; Mike, constantly tapping his foot against Will’s beneath the table, brushing Will’s ankle with his toe, something that’s never happened before. 
And then there was Mike, insisting they go grab ice cream and share it, so that they could get the most bang for their buck; and there was Mike, offering his same spoon to Will, waving off Will’s halfhearted concern about germs; and there was Mike, lying back in the grass with him, his body angled towards Will as he let Will ramble about the portfolio he’s preparing for his college admissions; and there was Mike, who offered to bike back with Will all the way to his house, even though it was in the wrong direction from Mike’s own. 
This entire day has been a date. He payed for Will’s food, and played footsie with him, and shared his ice cream, and happily listened to Will rant, and chased him in the rain, and, and – Mike took Will on a date, and Will didn’t even notice until right now. 
Maybe they’re both idiots.
“I do,” Will says now, squinting up at Mike through the rain. He lifts one of his hands from Mike’s bicep to Mike’s hair, ignoring the way that it shakes in favor of pushing Mike’s hair back off of his forehead again. He lets his fingers card through the wet strands, traveling from Mike’s hairline all the way around his scalp so that his hand is resting at the nape of Mike’s neck, its tremor slight, but still there. His voice is steady, though. Braver than he feels. “I do like you so much.”
Mike’s hold on him tightens, pulling Will forward so that their torsos are pressed up against each other, and any and all nerves get washed away with the rain. Holding tight onto that courage and running with it, he uses his grip as leverage to pull Mike’s face down to his, stands on his tiptoes, and brings Mike’s mouth to his.
The first thing Will registers is that wet, the rainwater catching between them, but as Mike’s mouth moves against his, gently pressing for something beyond the static stack of lips on top of lips, the kiss bursts with new sensation. Mike’s mouth is warm, stark but welcome against the chill of the rain, and the strawberry flavor from his ice cream from earlier makes itself known in the next brush of their lips, bringing a sweetness Will hadn’t expected. It’s soft, slick, sweet, and somehow – shy yet fearless, all at once. 
Will lowers himself back to the ground, breaking the contact but bringing Mike down with him. He holds his face close and just breathes him in, all sweet strawberry breath and the fresh muskiness of petrichor and somewhere beneath them both, that same generic bath soap Mike’s mom has been buying for him as long as Will has known him. It’s a mix of old and new and Mike, Mike, Mike, and best of all, it’s his. It’s his. 
“For the record,” Mike says, his breath fanning out across Will’s face, and through the haze, Will wonders why he was trynig to get away from Mike earlier when this is so much better, “I like you so much, too.” 
Will smiles, big and wide and bright enough to banish the storm clouds, but he doesn’t want them to leave. He’s not ready to give this moment up, not yet.
“Good,” he says, bringing his other arm up to wrap around Mike’s neck. Mike’s thumbs brush at his hips through the soaked fabric of his t-shirt, and Will shudders, the feeling soaking him to the bone in a way the rain could never hope to manage. “Kiss me about it.”
And as certain as the rain falling down all around them – Mike does, and does, and does. 
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Comforting Female Reader Who Has Experienced an Assault
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Anon asked: Hey honey, I was too shy to ask off of anon... But do you think you could do some HC’s for the boys helping a f!reader who was previously sexually assaulted? I am having a really tough time right now. ( I am handling it all and I have people helping me too) it’s just really weird for me to deal with I guess Thank you sweet Ro!
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I’m sorry to hear that stuff like that is happening to you but if you ever need someone to talk to just to vent or for advice you are always welcome to talk to me since I have experienced past sexual assaults and harassments. It’s always a no-judgment zone when talking to me fyi. Just remember everyone processes it differently but you are not alone and hopefully the people helping you are a strong support system.
I love you anon and I hope these make you feel better.
 I chose almost all the males I usually write for because they would all kill/die for the ones they love. 
Originally published on February 11, 2020
*Speaking to everyone who reads this: These can be taken as platonic relationships or romantic. Just know I am not romanticizing the issue. There will be solid advice. There will be dumb advice. These are after all my headcanons for how I think they would treat the issue with a fem!reader (I think with a male!reader they would act just a little bit differently. This is a sensitive topic so please read the warnings and just remember you are all loved.
Warnings: Angst, PTSD, fluff, mentions of past sexual assault
Hosea Matthews-
He would hear this from you directly
  Would be shocked before he drops everything in order to listen to you
  If you don’t wanna talk about it he won’t push you but he will hint that it may make you feel better
  If it happened all in the past he would piece together some of your tendencies that relate to the assault, what you tend to avoid and whatnot, and basically, he’ll help you so nothing at the camp will trigger you
  If it happened more recently he will try and urge you to tell him who it is so he can sick the boys on them, without your knowledge of course
  He’ll just say “It’s been taken care of Sweetheart. No need to worry about it.”
   Hosea is the most caring one out of them all and will constantly check up on you, see how you are doing/feeling, will get you whatever you want whenever you want, and more importantly will always put others in their place if he feels they are getting on your nerves or are crossing boundaries
  If you do daily talks he’ll always ask if it’s okay to hug you or hold your hand because he wants you to know desperately how much you mean to him and the gang
  If he sees you heading down the wrong path, he will pick you up without a doubt. Orders you to take care of yourself and if you don’t listen to him, he will send Arthur and John the most awkward boys in the universe to go and talk you into doing the stuff he told you to do
  He’ll do about anything you want in order for you to feel better and get past this traumatic experience
  “We can’t change what happened to us. That’s all in the past. However, we can change how it affects us now. How we’ll go on in the future. Turn this into something to make you stronger.”
  Dutch Van Der Linde-
  Will deadass go on a rampage after learning you’ve been assaulted
  All you have to say is that you got hurt by someone- He doesn’t need any details unless you want to fill up the rage he already has
  He will hunt down whoever they are no matter where they are with most of the gang by his side, it doesn’t matter how long ago it was, he wants to see that bastard/bitch who did this to you in the ground
  “And they will surely be dealt with” literally will be his words- Anyway after they are dealt with will he only focus on you
  He’ll be careful with you and probably the most annoying thing he can and will do is, treat you like glass
  It doesn’t matter anymore if this was in the past or more recently, he will make sure someone he trusts is by your side and preferably a woman so probably Miss Grimshaw
  Eventually, he will realize that he is overdoing it but he will give you one of his speeches saying it’s only because he worries about you
  You just gotta be upfront with him, tell him what you need and what you do not need, and he will fix himself after apologizing
  Expect a lot more gifts from yours truly
  By a lot, I mean a lot
  He will make it rain jewelry for you if it means you know how much he cares
  Can’t say that about the money though
  If it still lingers over you he will without a doubt, try and help you through the process of at least accepting what happened well happened
  “Try and focus on the now and make yourself better for the future” Or something along those lines would be his advice
  Arthur Morgan-
  Is a saint no matter what he says
  You would have to tell him face-to-face and rather bluntly that you were assaulted. If you hint at it, he may take a moment before he realizes what you mean
  He won’t act fast but he will sit down with you and have a talk with you
  Of course, he wants to act, his blood would be boiling at the thought of someone even touching you without your consent but for your sake, he will take a breather and wait until you are done venting to him
  He would treat you the same
  He wouldn’t necessarily tread lightly on certain topics unless he sees that it makes you uncomfortable and omg if one of the boys dares to mess with you he will be on their ass in a hot second
  Basically, he may hover but he won’t realize it since he’s treating you the same way as always
  It’s up to you as well to decide the fate of who hurt you
  If you want them dead, he’ll go do it in a heartbeat
  If you want them beaten, he’ll go do it in a heartbeat
  If you want them threatened, he’ll go do it in a heartbeat
  If you don’t want anything done, he’ll just keep an eye on you and make sure you are faring well
  When he’s not at camp he’ll have Hosea, John, or one of the ladies keep an eye on you
  He makes sure that you know you can bother him for anything, he may be grumpy about it but he’ll do it just for you
  If you’re having nightmares or just can’t sleep you can sleep on his cot and he’ll stay with you until you do fall asleep
  If nothing works to make you feel better you bet your ass he’ll take you with him, on rides to town just to get you out and about
  His last resort is letting you see his journal- That’s how you know this boy genuinely cares about you because no one touches the journal
  “People are not so kind. But you are. What I’m tryin’ to say is don’t let that bastard/bitch put out your light. I care ‘bout ya.”
  Charles Smith-
  He would be the most understanding like Hosea
  Would make sure that you are in a safe space mentally before he allows you to vent
  Will reassure you that you are safe no matter what but he will want to get back at this person
  It usually goes against his code for killing but he cares about you and no one deserves to get hurt like that so he will take time out of his day (probably go gather Arthur) and go and kill this person
  Whether you wanted that or not he would have convinced you this person would probably have another person to prey on soon enough
  Speaking of, he will remind you that you are not a victim but a survivor
  He’ll be there for you all the way
  If you need some company he’s there for you even if you don’t want to talk
  Charles can and will be your rock if you need it
  He’ll help pick you up and depending on if it’s okay with you, tell a selective few what happened so they can also help you
  It may be cheesy but I can see Charles in this scenario making you say positive things about yourself in order to ward away the negative thoughts
  “Repeat after me. I am a strong woman. I am resilient. I am a tiger.”
  May or may not be making fun of Mr. Pearson at the last one in order to get you to laugh
  Either way, he’ll make sure you to feed you positive lines almost every day
  If you need to get out he’ll take you on nature rides and remind you out beautiful the world is despite how cruel the people are
  He won’t exactly hover but he will be constantly glancing your way at camp to make sure you are all good
  Tells you venting is actually good without needing to hear the advice
  I forgot to mention it in the others but, all these males will make sure you know self-defense. They give you tips and tricks with each weapon of their choice that way no one will mess with you again
  You can always rely on Charles to give you good advice though. Understands that sometimes you just need someone to rely on so you know you’re not alone
  “I know you. You are strong and beautiful. Don’t give anyone the power to doubt yourself. Only you have that power.”
  John Marston-
  Is fucking awkward when it comes to this kind of thing
  He will 100% see red as soon as you tell him and no matter what no one but Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea can stop him from going after the person who hurt you (and those three will join him tbh)
  He is not the best to talk to about this so he’s okay if you just need the company
  May take you to a saloon and get you a drink or two just to ease you, will not give you more
  Honestly, I see John as completely awkward and not knowing what to do for this situation. He’s at a loss and if the problem (the person) has been dealt with wouldn’t know how to help you
  He would go ask the girls how to cheer you up or make you feel better, go to Hosea would be a better option and would finally just ask you what you need and how so you don’t get stuck in your PTSD
  Though he may understand but not in the way that is relatable. He’ll understand the nightmares and such but he won’t understand if you fear that person because his situations have always been near death
  He will desperately try to understand you though
  Will send Jack your way if that kid can cheer you up
  “Well fuck, y’know I always have your back. Just- I um don’t let ‘em get to you.”
  Javier Escuella-
  This man would have no idea what to say at first
  It’ll take him a minute to register before he asks if he can hug you- mostly to reassure himself that you are physically safe
  Once that is done and over he will get straight to business and ask what you need
  Murdering the person would cross his mind tbh but he’s too focused on you that he won’t ask till much later
  If you need to clear your mind he’ll take you fishing, show you how to fish and have Hosea come along so it’s all positive vibes
  He’ll write some songs and lullabies for you and serenade you to show you how much he cares
  I honestly think Javi bottles everything up when it comes to himself so he’ll be more than happy to talk to you about your PTSD or share stories and even his own past if he deems it right by you
  He would gut whoever you want like a fish for you btw
  “Hermosa, you’re strength inspires me”
  And it truly does
  It takes a lot of guts to admit and accept what’s happened and even more to want to reach out for help
  Javier would admire that and remind you whenever you need to hear it
  Sean Macguire-
  Ahaha if you thought John or Dutch had a short fuse for this- The minute he finds out he’s already spouting nonsense of them meeting their demise
  And if you allow it or they are not dead he will surely make them have a terrible death
   He would risk getting caught by bounty hunters again if that were the case
  As for comforting you, this boy doesn’t exactly know how to do that
  He laughs off his own traumatic experience so he’d probably be trying to get you to crack a smile or drink with him
  Homeboy would try and get you to kill some bloody people for the fun of it ngl
  Hopefully, his energy will rub off on you
  I don’t really see him as the sitting down type but if he cares about you he is more than willing to listen to you and also more than willing to give you unwanted advice and a shite ton of his opinions
  “Yer fuckin’ priceless. No mutherfucker hassa right to touch ye.”
  He will end the speech with something gory I bet
  *I was going to add Keiran and Lenny but I ran out of ideas but I hope the lovely lads I did write and their reactions/comfort help anyone who needs it
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Pretend || Peeta Mellark x Black!Fem!Reader(but truly any gender can read) || Takes place after the 74th hunger games but before 75th
for @xxshift4teamcapxx
 Weeks after you and Peeta had made it out of the games, it seemed like the cameras were trained to stay on you two. To the both of you, cameras equaled “pretending” to be in love with each other. You two would often plan things, things that would grab the attention of the capitol. It would be small things such as Peeta helping you with moving furniture to your new home in the Victor’s Village, going on walks with one another, with just maybe a peck on the cheek, that sort of thing. 
 It was only just now when you had realized that Peeta might not have been as much of a faker as you are with your relationship. You two were in your living room, along with Haymitch, who was stumbling in and out of the kitchen. 
 “Do you think he’ll ever stop?” Peeta jokingly asked, as Haymitch rummaged through your cabinets in search of more liquor. For some reason, you didn’t seem to mind it as much as you usually would have. 
Your legs were laid across Peeta’s lap, as the two of you watched “Capitol News”. 
“I don’t think so.” You bluntly replied, which made Peeta turn his attention from the screen to you. 
 “What’s the matter?” He asked, reaching over to tuck a stray curl back into the silk wrapped around your head. You responded with a silent shake of your head and shrug of your shoulders. 
“They’re probably watching us right now.” You muttered, resting your elbow on the arm of the couch. 
 “Why does it matter?” He asked. 
“What do you mean?” 
“Why does it matter if they’re out there watching us or not?”
“Because then we’ll have to pretend for the cameras.” You whispered. 
He tilted his head, almost like a questioning puppy. “Pretend?” He didn’t sound hurt, or even angry, just lost. 
 You shook your head. “Nevermind, forget it.” 
“Well I can’t now!” 
“Forget what?” Haymitch slurred before walking into the wall. You stood up and put a guiding hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it’s time for you to go.” You told him, before leading him to the front door. 
 “Well, now that we’re alone, maybe you could tell me now?” He suggested hopefully as you sat back down, a bit closer to him this time. 
You huffed. “You know, since we survived together, everyone’s gonna expect us to be together, do everything together, be..you know, together!” You tried to put it in the best words you could. 
“So we aren’t together?” He asked, sitting up from his original relaxed position. 
 You shrugged. “I don’t know.” 
“You may not, but I do. Whatever I said in there, in the arena? I meant it. Maybe not the bad stuff or whatever but the things I said to you? I meant. Ever since we were put in the same class at school, wherever I would see you around the Hob, I just knew that I liked you, loved you even, and that you would be the one.” 
 You had zero idea about what to do with that information. All this time…he felt this way? Why didn’t he say anything? Well, he did, but you just figured it was all a part of some plan. 
“Well, I-”
“Wait, stop.” He interrupted, before leaning over once more to tuck every curly back into your scarf, before leaning in to kiss you. It wasn’t like the ones you two shared just for show, or even in the arena, but one where you actually wanted another one. 
 He began to try to stutter out an apology, but you stopped him. 
“Peeta, stop. I know you think that I don’t feel the same way, but I do. I really, really, do. It’s just a big misunderstanding. I just thought you didn’t feel the same way, just like you did.” 
His cheeks turned red as he went back to his original spot, his once slicked back hair now ruffled and back to its original form. 
 “Well I guess it won’t be so hard to pretend now, will it?”
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sluttywonwoo · 8 months
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instead of you [part twenty-one] || l.mh
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (mdni)
word count: 4.5k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi
“Oh fuck, I-” Minho sputtered, frozen to the spot with wide eyes. His reflexes kicked in a second later and he spun around, squeezing his eyes shut and covering them with his free hand as you attempted to cover yourself with your hands. “I’m so, so sorry!”
“It’s fine! You’re fine!” you cried as you yanked your towel down from the hook it was resting on. You wrapped it around yourself and secured it like a sleeveless dress.
“Where did you want your, uh, clothes?” he asked, holding them out to you, eyes still closed.
“Here, I’ll just take them. You can open your eyes now, by the way.”
Minho opened them hesitantly, like he couldn’t tell if you were being serious. He relaxed a little when he realized you were wearing a towel, but still appeared on edge. He handed you the folded stack of clothes, gaze lingering on your bare shoulders. You weren’t sure if it was because he couldn’t meet your eyes, or if-
“I’ll just wait out here,” he said quietly and backed out of the bathroom.
You rushed to get dressed, pulling the T-shirt and shorts on in record time. You didn’t have time to think about how Minho had seen and touched your bra and underwear because you were too busy thinking about how he had just seen you naked, which was arguably far worse.
Back in the main room, Minho was sitting on the bed with his hands in his lap. He scrambled to his feet when he saw you, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay.” You were out of breath. It was like you had just run up several flights of stairs.
“No, it’s not!”
“It was an accident.”
“Yeah, but…” he trailed off. “I don’t know, I feel like after what happened yesterday, this is the exact opposite of what we talked about.”
Right, the distance thing.
“But this doesn’t count,” you said automatically. “Unless-”
“Unless what?”
Unless you liked what you saw.
“Nothing, never mind.”
Minho looked like he wanted to press further, but didn’t. Probably because he knew he wouldn’t like what you’d say. “Jisung sent me to bring you the clothes because he still wasn’t feeling great, and he didn’t want you getting anxious over… you know,” he explained.
“That was nice of you.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t like I could tell him that I was trying to stay away from you.”
Ouch.
You frowned. If Minho noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. He rocked back on his heels nervously, hands still in his pockets.
“Jisung also told me to tell you I love you.”
“What?” you gasped.
“He said, ‘tell y/n: I love you’.”
“Oh.” Why the fuck had he phrased it like that? “Got it. I, uh, won’t make you say it back to him. I’ll just text him.”
“Thank god.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “I should get going… the twins are probably wondering what’s taking me so long.”
“Probably,” you agreed.
“I just stuck around because I wanted to apologize again.”
“You really didn’t have to do that.”
“I felt like I needed to.”
You walked him to the door in silence, lagging behind as Minho reached the threshold.
“See you downstairs?” he asked, turning to face you one last time.
“Yep.”
“It’s going to be just the two of us again,” he added. “Since Jisung and Felix are still feeling a little under the weather.”
Dread settled in the pit of your stomach. You could tell Minho was feeling the same.
“It’ll be fine,” he said unconvincingly. “Just one more day.”
“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”
“Uh huh.”
“Guess I’ll… see you down there.”
Minho seemed to remember that he was supposed to be leaving and grabbed for the doorknob behind him, missing a couple of times before finally getting hold of it.
“Yeah, see you.”
As soon as he was gone, you snatched your phone off the dresser to give Jisung an earful only to see a bunch of messages that you had missed.
J: i’m still not feeling great so i’m gonna send minho to bring you your clothes
J: hope that’s ok
J: did you fall back asleep??
J: doesn’t really matter anyway bc i’ll just give him my key
You wanted to bang your head against the wall. If you had just taken your phone with you to the bathroom this would have never happened. You sighed to yourself and texted him back. You figured that you might as well tell him what happened. It’d be one less secret you had to keep from him.
Y: your brother saw me naked
J: WHAT
Y: i didn’t see your messages!!! it was an accident he felt really bad
S: he should
Y: jisung!!!
J: what! i’m justified in being upset
Y: it’s not like that and you know it
It was a half-truth, but you were trying to do some damage control. You didn’t think he’d have such a strong reaction.
J: still!! you’re my fake gf not his
Y: he was doing you a favor
Y: don’t yell at him
J: i wasn’t going to yell at him
Y: …
J: fine i won’t say anything
Y: good, because it’s literally not a big deal
You ended the conversation by telling him to get some rest and that you’d see him later and then went to meet his parents downstairs. He texted you back saying to have fun and that he hoped to join you in your room later that night.
The day was spent exploring a botanical garden in the heart of Tokyo. You and Minho created a scavenger hunt game where you would give each other different plants to find and then time how long it took you to actually find it in the greenhouse. His parents bought lunch and brought it to the outdoor part of the garden to have a picnic.
They’d gotten a pitcher of American-style lemonade for you. You hadn’t even realized how much you missed home until you took your first sip from the clear plastic cup.
And in the evening you wandered the grounds of the Imperial Palace as the sun set behind the castle walls. The Hans booked an official tour, but the tour guide let you all do your own thing after the walkthrough since you were his last group of the day.
You and Minho walked around the courtyard in silence together while his parents chatted with the guide about the history of the grand doors. Neither of you had anything to say to the other. Casual niceties and small talk were exhausting and you’d already spent all day exchanging them. But you had to keep it surface level with each other. You’d agreed.
Night was encroaching on the city, casting shadows off of the palace roof onto the pavement below. They cut through the golden light that lingered from the sinking sun, cloaking half the courtyard in darkness. The line that divided the halves ran right between you and Minho, leaving you standing in the dark while Minho’s figure was illuminated with the light. If you were in a novel, some college lit student would write an entire dissertation on the ironic metaphor of it all with an argument about the tension written in between the lines.
-
The next day was a free day. Jisung ended up spending the night with you and you both slept in late. You woke up with your head resting on his shoulder and he smiled fondly over at you, setting his phone down on the nightstand. You were confused until he rolled over onto you, resting the weight of his entire body onto yours.
“I missed you!” he cried dramatically.
“I was just asleep!” you choked back.
“I meant the past two days,” he clarified.
You tried pushing him off of you, but he was too heavy. “Missed you too, idiot.”
“It sure doesn’t seem like it!” he scoffed. “You’re trying to push me away!”
“You’re heavy!”
“Excuses, excuses,” he tsked, but ended up rolling off of you back onto his side anyway. You gasped for air and he just rolled his eyes at the theatrics. “What do you want to do today?”
“I feel like I should be asking you that question. You’re the one who missed out on all the activities we did.”
“You know I don’t really care about all that stuff. I have more fun when it’s just the two of us anyway.”
“I’m flattered.”
“You already knew that, and the bar isn’t very high.”
Your jaw dropped. “I’m offended on behalf of your family and myself!”
“What happened to being flattered?”
“You literally insulted me in the next breath!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
“You think you’re so fun to be around?” you demanded.
“Oh, we’re going there?” Jisung raised an eyebrow and propped himself up on one of his elbows.
“You already did!” you shot back. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. With a big sigh, you rolled over away from him stubbornly, muttering, “you are fun to be around.”
“I know I am.”
“You’re such a dick!”
“I know I am,” he repeated. You could hear the smirk in his voice.
You surrendered and flopped onto your back, a declaration of peace.
“I wouldn’t have gotten myself into this mess if you weren’t fun,” you added.
Jisung chuckled. “Yeah, but it hasn’t been so bad, has it? The trip, I mean.”
You don’t know the half of it, you thought to yourself.
“No, it hasn’t been.”
“We can make anything fun,” he decided.
“We’re the life of the party,” you agreed sarcastically.
“We are!” your best friend insisted. “How do you think we got nicknames?”
“By making fools of ourselves,” you snorted.
“And that’s fun.”
“I’m banned from four frats because of our reputation.”
“That’s because they can’t handle Drunk and Drunker.”
“No, it’s because I stole shit from them and got caught.”
Jisung shrugged, brushing your explanation off. “Okay, but think about all the times you got away with it! I still have that old Delta Chi composite hanging in the living room of my apartment.”
“I wonder if they’ve realized it’s missing by now.”
“They’ve had to, right?”
“I dunno, academics aren’t really their forte.” You pushed Jisung’s chest, changing the subject. “C’mon, what should we do today? It’s our last day in Japan.”
“Why don’t we walk around the city? See what we find.”
It was mid-afternoon by the time you finally made your way out of the hotel. You wanted to take it easy since Jisung was still recovering from his bout of food poisoning, but he assured you that he was perfectly fine. You walked together aimlessly for blocks, stopping in gift shops and bodegas to look at the trinkets and souvenirs on display. You bought a miniature snow globe with tiny little torii in front of Mt. Fuji, and a cheap silver ring with engravings of cherry blossoms all around it. You convinced Jisung to buy a case of sake to send back to his apartment in the states, and he also got a keychain with the Tokyo Tower dangling from it.
You ended up at a quirky techno-themed diner for a late lunch slash early dinner. The servers were actually robots that zoomed around taking orders and delivering meals. Apparently, restaurants like this were really popular in Japan, and you could see why. The colorful atmosphere was warm, and it was bustling with activity. You finally convinced Jisung to let you pick up the tab this time. You grabbed the check as soon as the pink robot spat out the ticket, inserting your card in the slot where their “mouth” was before Jisung could change his mind.
Both of you agreed to call it an early night after wandering for another couple of hours. The shops were beginning to close for the evening, and you had a flight to catch in the morning. It didn’t make sense to stay out and chase the sun since you’d be rising with it soon enough.
Dusk settled on the city like a fine layer of dust. Stars began to shine weakly through the fading sunset as night turned the sky purple.
Jisung took the lead back to the hotel, revoking your GPS privileges after you got lost twice. He put on a movie while the two of you got ready for bed together. It was one they played on cable all the time back home, dubbed in Japanese with English subtitles. But neither of you really paid much attention to it. Jisung was too busy brushing his teeth and washing his face, and you were already half-asleep, fighting to keep your eyes open. If anything, the movie playing in the background was making it harder to stay up.
You had almost drifted off when a buzz from your phone underneath your pillow startled you awake. You groaned, cursing yourself for forgetting to put it on Do Not Disturb. You checked the notification anyway, just in case it was important.
You squinted at the screen and tapped on the message. It was a text from Minho.
M: i need a favor
You groaned and rolled over onto your side. Jisung was still brushing his teeth, but you didn’t want to risk him reading over your shoulder just in case Minho were to say something damning. It was odd for him to be texting you in the first place so you imagined it couldn’t be anything good.
Y: it’s 11pm what do you want
M: do you have a condom
Y: do i have a what now
M: a condom
M: it’s kind of urgent
You rolled your eyes. Was he serious? He could easily pop down to a convenience store and buy an entire box of them and fuck whoever he wanted to his heart’s content. And why was he texting you of all people to ask for one? Maybe you were overreacting. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Friends ask friends for condoms all of the time, right? It was just like asking for a pad… kind of.
It shouldn’t bother you as much as it did. Minho could have sex with whoever he wanted. The prospect of him in a stranger’s bed made your stomach churn, but it wasn’t your place to judge, not when you’d spent countless nights in the very same position. Not when you weren’t even available to him in the first place.
Y: are you fucking kidding
M: no…
Y: can’t you ask one of your brothers for one
M: ji isn’t answering my texts
You glanced over at the bedside table on Jisung’s side of the bed where his phone had been buzzing for a couple of minutes. Of course.
M: pls- i’ll owe you one
Y: we can’t keep going back and forth with these ious
M: why not
Y: …
M: do you have one or not- this is kind of time-sensitive
Y: sorry didn’t realize your dick softens so quickly
M: OH
M: it’s not for… that. sorry, should’ve specified
Y: then what the fuck is it for
M: listen just bring it downstairs to the hotel bar you’ll see what i need it for
Y: fine. i’ll be down in two.
“Jisung!” you called across the room. He popped his head out of the bathroom. “Do you have a condom?”
Even from afar, you could see his eyes widen.
“What, why?”
“It’s not for me, it’s for your brother.”
“Felix?”
“Other one.”
“Minho?”
“Yeah, he said he texted you, but you didn’t answer.”
“So he asks my girlfriend?”
“Listen, I don’t pretend to know what goes on in your brother’s head. He knows we’re having sex so he probably figured we have some. And he says it’s not for sex, so I don’t even know what he needs it for.”
Jisung shook his head but chuckled weakly.
“There should be some in my backpack.”
“Wow, you brought condoms on our ‘no sex’ trip?” you scoffed.
“It’s the same backpack I used for uni. I just never took them out.”
“So you’d just carry them around to your classes? Thinking you could squeeze in a quickie between labs?” You flinched as he threw a washcloth at you.
“You’re so annoying,” he groaned. “Don’t you have an errand to run?”
You smirked, pushing yourself out of bed. “Don’t you have a classmate to fuck?”
You didn’t bother changing before heading downstairs to the bar. You wouldn’t be down there for more than a minute, so you figured there was no point. You were wearing the same t-shirt and boxers combo that you usually wore to sleep, but the shirt was so long that it practically covered the shorts. You couldn’t remember where you had gotten it, it was a graphic tee for an anime you’d never seen. Some girl had probably left it at your place after hooking up.
You saw Felix first, which answered the question of why Minho couldn’t have just asked him for a condom. Minho was sitting beside him, talking to the bartender. The place looked relatively empty, aside from Jisung’s brothers and a couple of other patrons sitting around them, all participating in the same conversation.
“Here,” you said, clearing your throat to get Minho’s attention.
His face lit up as he turned to greet you, the movement drawing everyone else’s attention as well. You fought the urge to cross your arms over your chest, wanting to make yourself feel smaller in front of all of the strangers. It was stupid to get self-conscious all of a sudden, even if you were the only one in your pajamas. And it looked like you weren’t wearing pants.
“Oh, thank you so much,” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, no problem,” you mumbled.
You turned to leave, only to be stopped as Minho grabbed your wrist.
“Wait, don’t you want to see what I needed it for?”
You sighed, shrugging noncommittally. “Something tells me I’m going to be disappointed.”
“Probably, but I’m sure you’re used to it,” he said with a wink, holding up the condom for emphasis.
His comment caught you off guard. He was right, you were used to disappointment when it came to sleeping with men, but you couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be a dig at his own brother. Minho was drunk, tipsy at the very least, evidenced by his flushed cheeks and thick accent. Not like you couldn’t tell from what he’d just said to you.
You rolled your eyes at him but didn’t deny it. If he needed a refresher of what your “sex life” was like, you could give him an encore to your Easy A performance when you were sharing a wall again.
Felix nudged Minho’s shoulder, reminding him that he had an audience that was waiting.
Minho turned back towards the bar on his stool and grabbed something from behind the counter that you couldn’t see before pivoting back in the direction of you and the rest of the patrons. In one hand was a jar of maraschino cherries. In the other was the condom.
He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and gingerly pulled the contraceptive out. He stretched the latex over the lid of the jar, grimacing as he struggled to make it fit. Once the condom was on the jar he held it up for everyone to see, and then used his free hand to tug at the loose rubber at the end. The lid resisted the pull for a brief second, but then twisted and popped off the glass with a loud suction sound.
The bartender and the other observers applauded enthusiastically as Minho handed the open jar back. You bit the inside of your cheek as you took a deep breath, trying to suppress your anger. It didn’t work.
“That’s it?” you asked, voice brimming with annoyance. “That’s what you dragged me all the way down here for?”
“None of us could get it open,” Minho explained defensively. “We all tried, and then I remembered this trick I saw in a YouTube video and-”
“I was about to go to sleep!”
“Look, Angela wanted a Shirley Temple,” he argued, nodding at the clear glass of fizzy red liquid the bartender was sliding across the counter to a blonde woman. “Daiki went to make her one and couldn’t open the new jar of cherries so he asked Lix and I to try-”
“You already gave me the abbreviated version of the story,” you huffed. “I don’t need the full one.”
“I just thought you should know that the cherries were actually going to use. We weren’t just playing a game of ‘who can open this jar’. Although if we were, I would’ve won.”
Felix snorted and shook his head at his older brother, sipping his own drink wordlessly.
“You’re drunk,” you scoffed. “Both of you are.”
Minho ignored the statement, eyes softening a bit as he gazed at your face. “Thank you again, by the way. Sorry for making you come all the way down here. I owe you one.”
You sighed, your frustration dissipating as you stared into his warm brown eyes. “Whatever, I’m fucking exhausted, okay? I’m going to bed.”
“Wait-” Minho stopped you for the second time that night by grabbing your wrist again. “Did you… want it back?”
“Want what back? The condom? Ew, no!”
“Well it’s not technically used,” he pointed out.
“I don’t think anyone wants to put something that’s ‘not technically used’ in their vagina, but maybe that’s just me. I don’t know how many people have touched that jar- you can do whatever you want with it. I don’t care. We have plenty more.”
Minho pursed his lips and nodded abruptly at the last sentence, like that was the uncomfortable point in the conversation.
“Yeah, okay uh, goodnight then.”
“Goodnight, Minho. Goodnight, Felix.”
-
“What was it for?” Jisung asked as soon as you fell into bed next to him. He had been reading the book you finished a couple of days ago, but dogeared it and let it rest on his chest to give you his full attention.
“He used it to open a jar of cherries,” you mumbled into your pillow.
“What?”
“Angela wanted a Shirley Temple.”
“Who’s Angela?”
“Like I said, I don’t know what goes on in your brother’s head.”
“Fair enough,” he sighed and placed the book on the bedside table. “Come on, let’s get some sleep before our flight tomorrow.”
-
The next destination on the trip was your choice, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. For one, you had never been to Shanghai so you didn’t know what to expect. Even the excursions you’d chosen had relatively vague descriptions so everything was up in the air. For two, you wanted the Hans to have a good time. You were terrified that they would hate the experience and think you’d made the worst choice of the group.
The flight to Shanghai from Tokyo was only around three hours long, but it felt a thousand times longer than the sixteen-hour one from Italy you’d been on just a little over a week ago.
Jisung knew you were anxious about the days ahead so he let you have the window seat while he sat in the middle and helped Minho draft choreography ideas for a project he’d be working on when he got back. You didn’t know what it was for, you didn’t want to ask after what happened last time.
It was sweet of Jisung to offer to help his older brother. You knew he wasn’t too fond of Minho’s career and the attention that came with it, but to see him still willing to put that aside to lend a hand.
Usually, Felix would be the one to help Minho with this sort of thing, but he had opted to sit with his parents to get some work done so Jisung was filling in.
“Maybe you should change career paths,” you whispered in the middle of one of their little breaks, seizing the opportunity to sneak a word in as Minho finished making notes on the section they’d just gone over.
“You think so?”
You nodded. “You’re pretty good at this. Maybe it runs in the family.”
“Felix did force me to enter the school talent show with him a few years ago,” he mumbled.
“What? Why have you never told me this? Is there a recording of it? I need to watch it immediately.”
“That’s exactly why I never told you.”
“You can’t just drop this information on me and expect me not to want to watch it.”
“Okay, well, fat chance.”
“I’ll do that thing you like,” you blurted.
Minho’s eyebrow quirked up slightly at that, showing you that he was listening to you and Jisung’s conversation. You knew how it sounded, which was partly intentional, but you were really just talking about a drinking game your best friend loved. The “game” involved matching Jisung shot for shot at whatever restaurant you happened to be at. It wasn’t so much of a game as it was your best friend thinking it was hilarious to see you sloppy drunk. It was a well-known fact that Jisung could out-drink you without even trying. In fact, every time you’d played this “game” you could barely remember anything about the night, other than your devastating loss.
He knew what you were talking about immediately, eyes lighting up. “Really?” he asked, squeezing your thigh in excitement. “Promise?”
“Promise,” you agreed. “But it has to be on a night where we’re not doing anything the next day.”
Minho cleared his throat suddenly, clearly having heard enough of what he likely thought was a very different conversation.
“One second,” Jisung told his brother. “Fine, you can see the recording. But you can’t tell any of our friends back home about it.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” you assured him. He grinned at you in satisfaction and took your hand in his, resting them together on his lap. “Can’t believe my boyfriend is a dancer,” you teased.
“Listen, if I’m going to change careers now, I won’t be able to cook for you anymore. You know that, right?”
You sighed dramatically. “Never mind. God knows I can’t cook. We’d starve.”
“Guess you’re stuck with a chef boyfriend,” he said with a shrug.
“I think I can live with that.”
“I sure hope so. Because I don’t know that I’m cut out for the spotlight.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” you argued playfully.
“Yeah, well that’d be one more thing I have to share with my brother,” he muttered lowly. Your pulse quickened and you snuck a panicked glance at Minho. You couldn’t tell if he was still listening, but something told you that Jisung didn’t care. He was trying to come off as sarcastic, but you could hear the genuine bitterness hidden underneath. “Or should I say compete with him for,” he added, smirking to himself. “And we both know I’d never win against him.”
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synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.
chapter 21 ➝ q&a
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“i gotta go and get my makeup redone, i’ll be right back to watch you, okay?” karina whispers into your ear, making you jump slightly.
“wait what? aren’t we answering the questions together?”
“nope, it was a last minute thing. making us go solo you cool with that?” you nod slowly while furrowing your eyebrows as you felt her nudge you towards the chair that was set up in the middle of a completely white set. you sighed before shuffling over to the chair and gently plopping yourself down. you glanced over to karina, who threw you finger guns before moonwalking into the makeup room.
you smiled, shaking your head. what a loser.
you played with your fingers nervously as you watched the interviewer sit herself down across from you.
“y/n, don’t be nervous, it’s just fan questions. we’ll be starting in five minutes. get yourself ready.” you never got used to the sound of the directors voice, it scared you because it was so loud - even if you knew it was coming. five minutes flew by, mainly because you were zoning out, but that did not feel like five minutes to you.
“okay, y/n, you ready?,” you nodded in the general direction of his voice, “and.. ACTION!”
interview starts;
[i: interviewer]
[y: y/n]
i: hello y/n
y: hi!
i: could you introduce yourself?
y: oh yes, sorry. [turns to camera, waving] hello, everyone! i’m kim y/n from lesserafim!
i: we have a series of questions from fans that they want us to ask you.
y: that’s exciting, i love answering fan questions.
i: so y/n, contrary to popular belief, i’m sure you’re not entirely fearless, right?
y: yes, not many people know this, [laughs] but i do have some fears but i’m working on them. so FEARNOTs, wait for me okay?
i: this is our first question from fimmiesupporters in atlanta; could you tell us some of your fears?
y: oh! atlanta, i’ve been there before, great place. um, are you sure i’m allowed to say anything i want?
i: slice of life is all about transparency, so yes.
y: uh well, im really scared of alcohol, spiders and people. i got that from zuha actually.
i: ah kazuha! ive seen that clip, it was with sakura right? but alcohol? why?
y: yeah it was with kkura unnie. but that girl, zuha. [shakes head] i really want to look into her mind and see what’s in there. and i guess i’m scared of it because i’ve seen how bad it could get.
i: bad? how so?
y: when it becomes an addiction, and how it could really change a person. i’ve had someone i love lose themself to alcohol addiction. so it hits a little too close to home.
i: so, you probably don’t drink, right?
y: yeah, i cant bring myself to drink. i was actually supposed to go on youngji’s nothing prepared show, but i said i couldn’t.
i: so it’s just that you don’t like to drink? what about other people?
y: sort of? i mean, i don’t like to drink, we established that. and well, it’s not like i’m going to look down on people who drink. i mean, kkura unnie and chaewon drink quite a bit to relieve some stress too. i think i’ve already kind of warmed up to the idea of being around people who are drinking, but it’s just to the point where you are drunk and aren’t aware of what you’re saying or doing, that’s where i get uncomfortable.
i: so you’ve never drank alcohol before?
y: [shakes head] no i have, like once. when i turned 20. just a little sip though.
i: ah of course, you always have to try when you turn of age. so what do you think of the arising drinking shows that have recently become popular and trending?
y: it’s good entertainment, so i don’t really see a problem with it. but i, personally, won’t watch it.
i: so you haven’t seen chaewon’s or karina’s nothing prepared episodes?
y: no, i haven’t.
i: ah, i see. okay, next question! fearkkura from taiwan asks; i heard you’re a big twice fan, who’s your bias?
you opened your mouth to answer, but your eyes flickered to the figure standing by the door. karina. how long had she been standing there? and you felt yourself going into auto-pilot after that, you couldn’t focus properly when you could feel karina’s stare burning into your side.
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