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dazed-hee · 11 months
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With Love, Jay
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pairing: guitarist!Jay x violinist!fem-reader
synopsis: Who knew young love could be so alarmingly disarming? Your new neighbor had you before a hello, his cute smile and charming first impression; you were doomed from the start. But what happens when it’s not your attention he was playing for? Will your efforts to make things work fall short or would they have him falling instead?
w/c: 14.7k 
warnings: one sided pining, ANGST....,but a happy ending, jay annoying, Y/N is too nice </3, other than that there’s nothing! lmk if i’m missing something!
a/n: okayyyyy those requested this Jay best friend to lovers AU with a lot of angst.... this for you. i wasn’t sure how to feel about this since i’m not super confident in my angst but nonetheless please and enjoy and can you guess who’s the next installment in the series ? :* likes and reblogs are encouraged! 
happy readings! - With Love Series
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“Y/N your guitar lesson is soon are you not going today?” Jimin questioned, watching you sprawled across your bed thumbing the guitar pick between your calloused fingers. It hasn’t been that long since you began learning, it was quite easy considering the fact you were a music major who specialized in violin— but there was still a learning curve. Watching Jimin play with her hair by the mirror, you hummed a small ‘no’, ignoring the way her eyes trailed over your tired ones.
“There’s no point in doing them anymore,” You sighed sitting up to close your window blinds, the campus street down below wasn’t quite the same as your view from your room back home, but somehow still made your heart churn to a bottomless pit. 
“Come on Y/N how about going out with me and a few of the girls for an evening out? I promise it’ll make you feel better, forget about him.” she softly smiled from the door, shaking your head; you pushed her out of your room making sure to reassure that you were fine! Definitely fine after being friend-zoned and unofficially rejected recently. You weren’t sure how long it’s been since you’ve grown used to this feeling, maybe it was from the first time you met him.
“Y/N please clean your room or your mom is gonna kill me later!” hearing your dad yell from down the stairs you groaned, he watched you drag your backpack against the wooden steps after tragically failing your English quiz earlier that afternoon. Untying your school tie you rolled your eyes noting your room was practically clean, aside from the mess inside your closet but hey! It wasn’t like she was gonna check in there (she does) you reasoned. Sitting at your desk your brows furrowed watching the large trucks being emptied by men wearing similar uniforms carrying in furniture and boxes, new neighbors.
The old family that occupied the next door was gone, leaving the home empty and up for renovation for almost a year. You recently moved to the upper floor for a bigger room not too long ago; mainly for the wide open windows that welcomed in warmth and light throughout the day til sundown. The knock on your door pulled you from your daze, acknowledging your mom who was looking around your room with a satisfied grin. 
“How were violin lessons today? Did you practice after coming home?” She asked, caressing your hair softly as you nodded eyeing the leather casing beside your bed.
“I’ll practice a little later but— we have new neighbors?” You questioned, looking up at her as she glanced out of your window with a smile. “Mhm, I actually met them earlier this morning they seem nice. They have a son your age who’s also attending the same music academy isn’t that crazy?” she grinned pinching your cheeks before making sure to remind you to practice before dinner.
“Yeah, crazy…” You whispered, a glimpse of the family of three from the driveway disappearing from your peripheral. Tuning the pegs of your violin the sudden sound of laughter from outside caught your attention, peaking from your window— your eyes widened at what you saw, more like who you saw. His sharp nose crinkled in a smile while his eyes formed crescents as beautiful as the flowers in the garden, a boy— a boy who was simply helping his dad with a bright smile on his face. 
You weren’t sure how long you watched the two from your window, but you tried not to look long; noting it was definitely weird you were crouched by the window in your room and from the unfamiliar feeling bubbling in your chest. 
He was cute.
After not being able to practice before dinner here you were seated in a chair beside your bed, glaring at the way you couldn’t smoothly execute the next section on your music sheet. You weren’t sure if it was the way you tuned your instrument earlier or the fact you simply just didn’t want to play, the repeat of cords echoed through your room for what felt like hours.
“What the hell…” you whispered, the sound of something hitting your window caught your attention momentarily, your curtains were slightly ajar but from what you could tell— you were probably just tired from a long day at school and the academy. However, the sound of something lightly tapping against your window prompted you to stand before walking to see what it was.
Ever since moving into the new room you never considered the fact that one day you’d have a neighbor to worry about, especially a cute boy who had your heart fluttering absentmindedly at first glance. Slowly peeling the curtain away, your eyes widened seeing the boy from earlier sitting beside his own window across from yours. 
A smirk on his face when he motioned for you to open up nonchalantly throwing the small pebbles back down below. Hesitantly— you coughed, trying to compose yourself before the cool night breeze tickled the apples of your cheeks, the sound of acacias ringing through the night couldn’t cover the sound of your heart beating as you saw him lean against the panel peering into your room.
“Want to explain to me why you keep repeating the same four counts over and over?” he murmured, noting the way your eyes blinked processing his question, with a huff you took quiet offense to this. With music, if you had to keep repeating pieces and measures in a sheet it only meant one thing; you weren’t good enough to move on yet— practice more, and you didn’t want to. With a tight irritated grin, you gently set your violin down on the cushions that lined your nook, placing your elbows on the panel to stick your head from your window.
“Only if you explain to me why you think it’s okay to bother me this late at night.” You reckoned, ignoring the butterflies blooming inside watching him smile, utterly taken aback by your response he shrugged nodding toward you in amusement.
“Hearing the way you played that A sharp— it was kinda hard to ignore it.” he winced watching you gasp in offense, a laugh escaping the both of you under the bright moonlight as you briefly peered into his room. Despite the boxes stacked on top of each other, you could see posters hanging along the walls, covering the once-empty room with his loud personality and interests. 
Before you could reply, the sound of your neighbors outside in the backyard complaining about the noise prompted the two of you to hush each other with smiles.
The boy watched as you looked around, eyes trailing behind into your room before walking off from view. He snickered the moment you appeared before him again, scribbling on what seemed like a big drawing pad. The distance between your houses was quite large, you didn’t want to get another complaint which could lead to much worst— your parents finding out you were sneaking snarky exchanges with the boy next door.
‘Don’t bother me again :)’
Holding up the sign for him to read, you grinned seeing the smile on his face drop before he stood from his spot, quickly grabbing the notebook on his desk, scribbling messily with a marker.
‘You were the one bothering me first :)’
With a small laugh, you held your hands up in defeat knowing you were definitely playing the measure over and over again so your mom could tell you to stop. Your smile only grew noting him hastily flip the pages, scribbling again before showing you a messily written out bundle of lines.
‘I’m Jay :)’
You a raised brow at the way he was anticipating for you to respond, a small smirk playing on his lips you couldn’t help but stare at. But his notebook defeatedly lowered, watching you reach to close your windows softly. Maybe he was a little too mean earlier, as someone who also has parents that always told him to practice, Jay knew how to get them to tell him to stop practicing as well— he was just surprised you didn’t give up after that long.
After moving from overseas, he overheard his parents mentioning the friendly neighbors next door. How their pretty daughter also attended the same music academy as him as a very talented violinist.
Your sudden appearance by the window caught his attention again, not realizing he was still beside his own, admiring the breeze that tickled his face. You didn’t know what, but something that night budded in you while taking in the way his smile reappeared the moment you flashed your notepad at him. 
He gave you a nod of acknowledgment followed by a silent goodnight as you closed your curtains. Starring at the bleeding letters on the thin paper, there was this giddy sensation spreading through you— not knowing it was a sign of what to expect in the future.
‘Nice to meet you Jay, I’m Y/N :)’
Somehow since then the two of you kept this little tradition going. Occasional conversations at best considering the fact the two of you were a little more than strangers now, friends perhaps? One night after a successful recital, you were greeted by Jay sitting at his window again, taking in your proud grin and fancy appearance; he motioned for you to open your window.
“Someone is a little happy tonight.” He joked, your smile telling him exactly what he needed to know. It was the last recital before major auditions for Uni admissions which meant one thing, summer break soon. Taking off your pearl earrings you plopped down on top of a cushion, explaining to him how the solo you’ve been practicing for in the group piece went as perfect as it could’ve. 
“I told you it was going to be fine.” he huffed nonchalantly, ignoring the way you rolled your eyes untying the bow that was on your dress.
“Jay I know it’s just how I am, I get nervous okay?” You sighed taking in the way his cheek was pressed against his palm while his eyes watched you intently. Falling silent, your fingers began playing with the hem of your black dress, shifting as you weren’t sure what else to say seeing his gaze was still on you. 
You weren’t sure how long it’s been since the two of you grew this friendly— maybe a sense of familiarity waking up every morning to greet each other by the window. A vulnerable moment in the day shared being the first thing you saw waking up, his tired eyes and messy hair always had your heart skipping at an untimely moment in the morning. Maybe it was also the goodnights that you’d always look forward to that made a tiring day worth finishing.
“You look pretty tonight.” His sudden confession startled you, ripping the loose string of cotton a little too hard your eyes widened trying to find the meaning behind his sudden revelation. 
“What?” Standing from his spot he leaned over the window, tossing bravely across the distance a small bag of candies you weren’t familiar with. Too busy blinking at the bag in your lap, you didn’t even notice Jay closing his window, a knocking sound that ultimately had you seeing him hold his notebook up with a small message— a message that was engrained in your mind since that night.
‘Goodnight pretty girl :)’
What went from nightly distant conversations turned into the both of you walking home from the academy together, with Jay’s evening classes now aligning with yours he always offered (forced) the both of you to leave together.
“I can’t believe she did that! Like what did she think would happen?” you huffed in annoyance, a small altercation among the orchestra had your gears turning without oil lately. Being first chair meant leading people who both; cared to be there and people who didn’t. 
“She didn’t show up to practice today?” Jay asked with a brow raised, hands in his pocket while his guitar case was slung over his shoulder. Swinging your violin case you whined shaking your head in frustration, who the hell thought it was a good idea to give a solo section to the one girl who was never reliable nor showed up to practice? As frustrated as you were you had to be a leading figure for your peers.
Jay pulled your arm making you slow to stop, looking at him with a frown you watched him grin at the way your upset brows curled the longer he stood grinning at you. Shaking out of his grip you mumbled an annoyed huff which only encouraged him to pull you back again. 
“What?” You groaned, feeling a bit bad you were taking your anger out on him.
“Ow– Jay!” You exclaimed slightly, feeling him pinch your nose erupting a chuckle that melted your frown, you stood there allowing him to squeeze both of your cheeks softly as he comforted you. His lips pulled in a small joking pout when you pushed him away with a giggle. 
“Your cheeks are really sensitive– I barely squeezed them and they’re already red.” He grinned nodding for you to follow along if you were done sulking. Yeah that was definitely the reason why they were red you reasoned, catching yourself blinking as the heat in your cheeks intensified realizing what he just did. It was small touches and grazes that had you frozen in place sometimes. At this point, you were sure it was just the unfamiliar feeling of growing used to a different kind of friendship you never had before— with a boy, a boy who could make you laugh and smile on days you needed it the most. It was bad.
And then it got really bad, with your parents growing closer it was normal for occasional dinners together. But what turned from monthly get-togethers became often events and you suddenly found yourself looking around his room while Jay sat on his bed watching you do so.
At this point it's been a little over a year since the two of you have become close, you’ve seen his room before; from across the window of course. But it was different actually being here, the smell of his cologne and fresh laundry greeted you the moment he opened the door for you to follow him in. His different guitars displayed beside the manga collection on the shelves.
“I didn’t know you collect guitar picks.” You whispered eyeing the jar of different colored and patterned picks on his desk before sitting down beside him, making sure there was a decent amount of space between you two. He sighed standing up before grabbing the jar and sitting back down closing the gap you intentionally left, his thigh brushing against yours as he popped the lid off shaking the jar. 
“Everytime I open a new pack I make sure to keep one, I’ve been doing this since I started playing.” He chuckled showing you the different picks in his palm, some obviously showing age with style and design.
“When I travel I also try to find one as a souvenir, look this one is from Japan when I went last year— and this one is from Seattle before I moved here.” He explained handing them to you to see, glancing at him swiftly, you softly touched the small picks in his hand, tracing the shape of each one with your finger with a smile. “That’s so cool…” You whispered in awe, looking at the intricate detail on the one he got from Japan. The cherry blossom flowers that were carved and painted pink contrasted the white nylon background with slight chroming.
“You can have it.” He huffed, your eyes growing in size as you shook your head exasperated. 
“Jongseong I don’t even play guitar I can’t take this from you.” exclaiming, you noted the small chuckle escaping him while thumbing the pick between his fingers. You weren’t sure when you began calling him by his real name, but he told you that he liked hearing it coming from you and it stuck since. 
“I have no use for it if it’s just gonna sit in the jar, a pretty pick for a pretty girl.” He stated whispering the last part, your heart skipping at the nickname he had grown accustomed to calling you over time. You weren’t sure why but you liked it, something about it rang nicely— his pretty girl.
“Maybe when I learn how to play guitar you can give it to me.” You sighed, making him drop all the picks back into the jar again carefully. “Oh yeah and when will that be?” he scoffed standing up to place it back on his desk, leaning against the side watching you hum thinking of a response. “When I have more time in Uni? I can’t believe both of us got into the same music program…” You happily sighed, thinking about all the hard work you’ve accomplished over the years that was paying off.
“I know, Jake and I were thinking of getting a place near campus, you and Jimin are rooming together right?” he asked throwing the small rubber ball in the air and catching it with the same hand. Jake was someone you’d heard about and met a couple of times, going to different high schools meant you and Jay had completely different friends, and you wondered if he was this friendly with his other friends—girl friends.
Your question was answered at the first college get-together you attended, meeting both new and slightly familiar faces that night at Jay and Jake's place; you wished you never attended. It was the first time you’d seen Jay be as social as he was, laughing and talking amongst those you knew were friends from his high school and some people from his classes. Despite being in the same program you were different majors, he was a music theory major while you were in the bachelor of music to continue your career as a violinist. 
You went from seeing him everyday for the past three years to the only days you shared a class, Music Theory II. The two of you try to meet up as much as possible but of course, with different classes and schedules it was difficult, so you promised to meet up every other day to study together at the library after classes.
“Your Jay’s friend right?” A girl from his Arual Skills class asked, walking up to you and Jimin who were pushed into a corner after a long night of meeting and talking people. Gripping the cup you were sipping on, you smiled slightly— nodding as you saw her eyes flicker down your figure before another tense smile made its way to her face.
“Since you’re close to him it means you know if he has a girlfriend right?” Her sudden question caused you to freeze momentarily, Jimin scoffed beside you knowing damn well why she came up to you for the first time that night. Raising a brow at your friend, her gaze came back to yours waiting for a response.
“And why are you asking me and not Jay himself.” You accidentally snapped annoyed, seeing her intimidating demeanor fracture slightly at your unexpected response, this was so fucking annoying. You were not one to judge who others hung out with, especially Jay— but some people you simply could not deal with. Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you stood in there for what felt like hours, the pounding of your head mixed with the unsettling feeling bubbling in your core; you wanted to go home. Stepping out of the bathroom you accidentally bumped into someone accidentally.
“I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed noting her apologetic grin as she reassured you she was okay. 
“No it’s my bad I should’ve watched where I was going.” She argued motioning behind her towards the door she closed and you felt your heart drop realizing exactly where she came from—
“Did you find it?” a familiar voice echoed down the hall, turning your gaze you saw Jay coming from where everyone was, a small grin on his face. The girl smiled showing him the flannel she had behind her thanking him softly, you recognized it immediately. The sudden pounding of your head deepened louder the longer you stood between the two, almost like you were the unneeded space that wasn’t supposed to be there. 
“Sorry I have to go.” You whispered, pushing past Jay as the unsure feeling that was spiraling through your veins tore at the unfamiliar feeling you tried so hard to push away.
“Jimin–” You called for her, seeing that she was in the middle of talking to the guy she told you was from her class. Her smile immediately dropped noting your rigid breathing and ushered you out of the apartment. 
“Y/N what’s wrong why do you look like you wanna-”
“Can we go home, please?” You plead, her soft hands guiding you through the stairs as the two of you began to walk home. You didn’t even bother telling Jay you left, the buzzing in your pocket wasn’t even acknowledged as you approached your condo shortly after. 
“Y/N what happened? You left for the bathroom and suddenly—”
“I think I like Jay.” You blurted, her eyes widening as she processed the words that came spilling from your thoughts. 
“Y/N that’s a bold statement..” she whispered, rubbing your arm softly as you sat at the edge of your bed blinking from the ocean of silence that overtook you, and you were drowning it in. 
“I like Jay, but I don’t think he likes me that way.” You murmured aimlessly, Jimin sitting beside you quietly taking in your eyes that were slowly catching up with the storm in your mind. “I think I saw something—” You paused, gripping the duvet as your phone rang on your nightstand.
“I saw something I didn’t want to see.” You quietly mumbled, Jimin didn’t need to ask questions to understand exactly what you meant. That night everything came crashing down on you like waves in the ocean of silence you wished engulfed you. The giddy feeling and warmth you felt from Jay wasn’t just comfort, you liked him. You were sure you unconsciously knew that too— you were just too in denial to prove it. 
You loved him, you loved the way he knew what to say to you regardless if it was words of encouragement or words of comfort. You loved the way he took care of you and made you feel safe, you loved the way his eyes crinkled every time he smiled and how he always covered his mouth when he laughed wholeheartedly. 
You unfortunately loved him.
Who was that girl from earlier, and why did he allow her into his room so freely? He never let anyone in his room aside from you; not even Jake. Dreadful was what it was, you always thought the moment you realized you were in love would come with love bells and doves that flew over your head— the sun shining brightly while at it.
Instead you woke up to a rainy afternoon, maybe the rain falling reminded you of him; how the rain was falling hard and so were you. Rushing to your music theory class you searched for your seat beside Jay and smiled when you saw him. Your smile however dropped seeing who else was seated beside him, her.
Slowly making your way to your seat you greeted her with a small smile as she started a conversation with Jay, his attention fully on her as you took out your notes and phone. 
“Where did you go last night? I called you after and you didn’t pick up.” Jay whispered to you, your quiet gaze settling on his before noting the girl sitting beside him looking at you as well. 
“I umm— wasn’t feeling well so I left with Jimin.” You quickly answered looking away as the professor entered the lecture hall, you were glad Jay wasn’t asking any more questions but with each passing moment, each passing silence as you heard the two of them whispering together, you couldn’t help but feel like your confession to yourself last night didn’t mean anything at all. Maybe he already forgot about you, the distance you suddenly felt between the two of you felt like so.
“Alright class I’ve explained your project, it’s due in a month and remember it’s in groups of two! I’ll see everyone at the next lecture, make sure to email me with any questions.” Sitting uncomfortably you noticed the glance Jinhee, whom Jay made sure to introduce, made between you and him. 
“I really want to do this project on cord progression with guitars…” Jay whispered, scribbling down ideas as you sat silently watching Jinhee gasp before holding his arm. “I was just thinking of that, think of all the different types of progressions in songs and how some of them layer too oh my god.” Your eyes trailed from the grasp she had on his arm down to the guitar case beside her shoe, oh.
Coughing briefly you picked up your stuff looking around the room to see anyone else you were familiar with.
“Y/N where are you—”
“It’s fine, I know we promised to do the project together but I think the two of you should work together since you know, you both play guitar.” You softly stated; trying to make sure your voice didn’t shake as much as your hands were as you saw her smile agreeing with you. Hesitantly Jay looked at you before nodding, watching you walk to the front of the class in hopes of finding someone to pair up with. 
Biting your lip your gaze traveled across the room, trying your best to ignore the two sitting beside each other conversing happily while she leaned over to see his writing.
“I might not be a violinist but I’m in need of a partner too.” A voice beside you suddenly spoke, noting his guitar case your eyes trailed over his features acknowledging how tall he was. 
“As long as you can help me finish the project— you could tell me you only knew how to play the kazoo and I wouldn’t care.” you joked, a chuckle emitting from his smile as he ushered you to sit down. 
“I’m Sunghoon by the way,” he spoke, seeing how were trying to secretly peak at his stuff in hopes of catching his name written somewhere. The two of you surprisingly got along well, Sunghoon recently transferred from a different class so he wasn’t familiar with anyone considering we were also well into the semester.
“I can meet after classes like around….5? At the library?” He asked slinging his bag over his shoulder as the grip on his guitar hung loose while the two of you walked out from the hall. 
“Yeah I can— wait, actually I can’t I meet with a friend to study around that time.” You pouted slightly, your hangover still hitting you a little harder than you expected. 
“That’s okay just let me know what days and what time okay?” He smiled nodding towards your phone as the two of you exchanged numbers in class. Bidding him goodbye you were grateful to have a partner now but at what cost?
Sitting in the library you glanced at the time on your phone seeing it hit nearly 6 in the evening, it was one of those days you were supposed to study together but he was late. As students came and left you were still here waiting for him to come but it didn’t seem like he was. With your phone buzzing your shoulders deflated reading the text flashing across your screen.
Jay: hey I don’t think I can make it today Jinhee and I went to a music shop off campus. my bad for not letting you know do you still want to meet up?
Music shop? Music shop runs that the both of you often visited together? Memories of the first time you ever attempted to play the guitar resurfaced, with Jay behind you making sure you were holding the instrument correctly while his fingers hovered over your own— you could remember it clear as day his happy smile hearing you strum a few notes he taught you. 
The two of you shared a lot of memories together, a lot of your firsts and his. But it seems like you were being replaced. Your nightly calls slowly reduced to the memory of his name in your call history and suddenly everything became clear. You were the only one losing your mind every time when there was no call to look forward to after a lonely tiring day.
“Y/N?” Looking up your eyes landed on Sunghoon who was standing in front of you with a bag of takeout in one hand and his guitar case in the other. “Are you studying by yourself?” He asked, looking at the empty spot beside you with an untouched cold cup of l coffee beside your finished one. This was so fucking embarrassing, not knowing what to say you could only watch as Sunghoon occupied the spot beside you— pushing the coffee cup to the side. 
“Have you eaten yet? I’m supposed to be bulking right now but I think I got too much.” he eventually muttered and you felt even more embarrassed to hear your stomach responding before you could.
“Were you waiting for Jay?” He suddenly asked, watching the way your jaw locked despite how much you were talking not even a second ago. Wiping the crumbs off your hands you nodded slightly trying to make yourself seem as normal as possible despite his name bringing you anything but normal. 
“We usually meet every other day at this time to study but he hasn’t been free lately.” You softly stated realizing since the project started you and Jay haven’t met up to study period, “Yeah I saw him walking with that senior in our class before I came here, they seem pretty close.” Chewing on your bottom lip you nodded, hearing exactly what you’ve been thinking but never wanted to admit since that night at the party. You guessed she was the cool new friend he met recently.
“You having trouble with English?” Sunghoon hummed glancing over your shoulder to see you rereading the same highlighted question over and over. Nodding slightly you gave him a slight grimace pushing your workbook towards him watching his dark brows furrow slightly. Thanking him gratefully he smiled noting your annoyed expression reading the following question. 
“If you need help with English we can make a deal.” He coughed catching your attention, with a quizzical stare you watched as he stretched, the fabric of his shirt lifting slightly as the others around hushed him for groaning out loud.
Slapping his arm softly the both of you laughed quietly before you ushered for him to continue. “I’m not too good with music theory so I feel like I’m not much help—” he confessed ignoring the way you were already shaking your head disagreeing with him. “So let’s make a deal, you help me with Music Theory and I’ll help you with English.” Sunghoon offered, holding a pinky out for you to grab. It was a good compromise, you really needed the help and you knew being in charge of the project would make things easier on your end, but something about this felt bittersweet reminiscent.
“Y/N you have to promise no matter what we’ll be there for each other okay?” Jay suddenly asked of you, sitting on the sand admiring the sunset view of the beach you felt as you felt the soft sand graining through your toes and fingers. Your parents were fixing up dinner at the beach house they decided to rent the second summer after they moved in, it was not an abnormal occurrence when both families went on vacation together. 
“All of a sudden?” You chuckled looking at how he was staring out in the distance, a content smile on his face shrugging slightly. “I just want to make sure we stay in each other’s lives for a long time.” He sighed causing a small giggle to escape your lips making him turn to you with his slightly pulled into a pout.
“I’m trying to have a special moment with one of my best friends and you’re laughing at me? I’m leaving.” he sulked sitting up from the sand before you pulled him back down, his shoulder brushing against yours. 
“Jongseong I was just kidding! I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.” You smiled warmly at him, making sure he knew you were telling the truth as your hand reluctantly let go of his arm. With a sigh he raised a pinky up to view, it was one of the first times you saw Jay act so cute willingly. With your nose crinkling slightly your pinky grasped his, a promise you thought you’d keep and cherish forever, captured in a moment of warmth and purity.
Staring at Sunghoon’s raised pinky you couldn’t help but feel your heart drop slightly from the memory you cherished for so long and made sure to keep. He was the first person you showed your heart to and you only hoped he wouldn’t be the last. Grasping your pinky with Sunghoons you sent him a cheeky smile admiring how his canines twinkled against his lips. 
Jay’s disappointing text was forgotten even if it was for a second, the text on your end was left unsent— unaware that your newfound friendship with Sunghoon was witnessed by others in the library; even by the one person who put you in this situation in the first place.
“So basically you have to take the conjunctions in the sentence and separate them into either coordinating, correlative or subordinating.” Watching Sunghoon circle different sections of the sentence sent your mind spiraling into a mess, you’ve never been that good at English compared to other subjects so seeing it as a required core class had you dreading every day you stepped into your class. 
Thanks to your little agreement with Sunghoon you’ve been doing well in class though, thank god. “Okay but what I don’t get is why the comma is here and not here.” You exclaimed, all the words bundling together making things a little more confusing for you.
“Oh is this seat beside you guys taken?” Your smile immediately dropped looking up to see Jinhee and Jay standing before you, eyeing the spot across from you as Jay stood there silently watching Sunghoon sit back in his seat.
“It’s all yours.” You whispered, noting how her gaze flickered slightly irritated when Jay took the seat before you with no hesitation. While reading your workbook you felt something rub against your shin, glancing at Jay you saw him eyeing you with a small grin, nodding towards your phone beside you. Nonchalantly picking up your phone you saw a text from him, noting how since that day you didn’t bother responding to any of his messages.
Jay: where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long ☹️…
Y/N: sorry I've been busy.
Your response must have irritated him, his jaw rolling slightly before Jinhee asked him a question about their assignment. You felt Sunghoon tap your thigh slightly before you saw him glancing in between the two in front of you. In the short time you and Sunghoon became close, the two of you not only helped each other academically but he seemed to help you get your mind off other things as well. Giving him a tense grin you shrugged lightly before working on your English assignment again. Your phone suddenly buzzed again making you sigh after reading what you saw.
Jay: too busy to answer my text and calls?
Feeling slightly irritated you flipped your phone over continuing your assignment. Jay sat there growing frustrated seeing you read his text only to not reply, especially right in front of him. He hasn’t seen you in almost two weeks and you haven’t been replying to any of his messages for the past week. In class, you no longer sat beside him you sat next to Sunghoon, and that was really the only time he saw you on campus. 
Tapping his pen against the desk he watched the way you would lean over slightly when Sunghoon asked you something, like how used to lean on him—only him. His pen tapping a little louder when Sunghoon placed a hand on your chair behind you, explaining your English assignment that he would’ve helped you with instead if he knew you needed it. And it suddenly hit him, why didn’t you? He was fluent in fucking English.
Like his lips were forced open to speak; he paused hearing Jinhee beat him to it, interrupting your conversation with Sunghoon with a frown. “Hey um— sorry to ask but did you two finish the project already?” Looking at her intently you weren’t sure what was going through her mind behind those pretty eyes. Some days it felt like she was the nicest person you’ve talked to that day while others you could feel her piercing gaze even if it was for a quick second, it was weird. 
“Yeah we actually finished it not that long ago, I’m surprised we finished that quickly,” Sunghoon grunted throwing his arm behind your chair.
“We? More like me and you featuring every 7 sentences.” You joked pushing him slightly as he scoffed softly denying your statement. “You just don’t want to admit we made a good team.” Snickering slightly you caught the way Jinhee was watching your exchange intently, her gaze settled on your reaction before trailing to Jay. Coughing rather awkwardly she smiled brightly pulling out her laptop and motioning for Jay to do the same, 
“We barely started ours and we have like two weeks left— you guys are so lucky I’m jealous.” She pouted making Sunghoon scoff slightly as he swirled his pen between his fingers. “It seems like the two of you get along quite well.” She added, her tone slightly irritated causing Jay to drop his pen onto the table. 
“I forgot I had something today, I’ll work on the assignment and send you my part.” He blankly stated, standing up while swinging his bag over his shoulder.
You watched quietly as he walked away, ignoring Jinhee’s calls as she sat there picking at the cushion of the chair. “Well that’s our queue to go,” Sunghoon clapped standing up as he motioned for you to follow. While you did you could feel a pair of eyes watching your every move, catching her solemn expression; a sudden smile made its way to her lips as she pointed at your outfit. 
“I love your outfit Y/N I seriously need to take tips from you.” Despite the compliment, something about it felt so— demeaning.
Later that night after finishing your assignments you bid Jimin goodbye as she was visiting her boyfriend back at home, playing with the pick between your fingers you stared at the wooden guitar on your bed. Sunghoon had lent you an older guitar he no longer used while he offered to give you lessons; something about this being a way to win Jay over you weren’t sure; Sunghoon was stupid. It was far easier than violin but your mind was still in a jumbled mess and the thought of learning a song as a present for Jay’s upcoming birthday had your heart beating out of your chest from the thought alone.
After a few tries practicing the section Sunghoon taught you the other day, your phone rang loudly from your table side catching you off guard. Maybe Jimin left something before she left, it was only a little past 4 P.M. and Sunghoon had class late today. What you weren’t expecting was for Jay’s name to flash across your screen, a photo you took of him from high school showing on your phone reminding you how long it’s been since you’ve seen him call.
“Hello?” His voice rang on the other line softly as you stared out of your window, admiring the yellow sun that was peaking behind the tall campus buildings and towers. “Hi Jongseong, what’s up why are you calling?” You hummed softly, his soft breathing pattering against your ear assuming he was doing something while he called you. 
“What I can’t call to talk to my pretty girl anymore?” He chuckled on the other line, a breathless sigh leaving his lips when he didn’t hear you giggle with him, that fucking nickname again. Were you really his pretty girl? With Jinhee in the picture, it seemed the two of them were getting along well.
“Well you never call anymore Jongseong,” You snickered softly, admiring the way the wood of the guitar glistened under the shining sun. His quiet response offered you an opportunity for you to jump on your bed, admiring the warm duvet that caught the heat of the sun before hearing him mumble softly. 
“I know I’m so sorry but I promise I’ll make it up to you— right now actually.” He huffed apologizing to someone on his end. Questioning him slightly you heard him greeting a few people before his attention was once again on yours. “Are you home right now? I hope you are because I’m standing outside.” Jumping up quickly you hid the guitar in your closet before rushing to the door to see that Jay— really was standing there.
With his hair done up and a small smirk plastered on his face you invited him in as he hung up the call quickly. “Sorry I didn’t want to punch in the code and walk into Jimin doing something and you weren’t alone.” He explained, watching as you shook your head before offering to make him tea. “No no, I’m fine I um— I’m actually here to take you somewhere.” Pausing you gave him a quizzical stare not understanding his proposition.
“I recently found an indie music store off campus I wanted to take you to for a while now, so let’s go.”
You suddenly found yourself standing inside a dim music store, instruments lining the walls ranging from those of modern time and prime. With vintage tape recordings and types of vinyl, you hummed to the familiar tune playing in the back, it’s been a while since you’ve visited a store with Jay and something about it felt painful. 
After days and almost weeks of no communication; you were faced with sudden texts filled with worry and awareness, from your one person who reached out after he was done with what distracted him in the first place. Whatever it was, you felt kinda silly— Jimin would’ve never allowed you to go today, especially after learning about what took place over the past couple of weeks.
The warm lighting and woody interior really did scream indie, the rows of CDs lining the worn-out shelves and walls were simply beautiful. Different colors blending together it was an exquisite sight not many people could understand and appreciate. Feeling your fingers tracing around the corners of each record your attention caught Jay standing beside you, admiring the small music sheet notebooks. 
Something about him was alarmingly disarming, his sharp jaw shadowing from the light as his head slowly bopped to the tune in the back. Seems like he stayed fine while you were doing your best to forget about the never-ending longing you had for him, like how things were before. Shifting to the other aisle you did your best to push away these thoughts you knew were selfish.
You complained about never seeing him and here you were on the verge of tears touching the vinyl you recognized true and well. 
“I can’t believe they have this here, I still have my copy in my room.” You heard his voice pop from behind you, grinning at the Frank Ocean vinyl you were touching softly. 
The first time you and Jay went to a music shop you saw it hanging on the wall, the pretty white album cover contrasting the dark wall as the two of you listened to the album through shared earbuds. Your body swayed with his while little jitters ran through your arm feeling his brush against your softly. Oh you could only wish to tell your younger self how you were feeling now, a familiar site with a tragically unfamiliar feeling.
“Yeah I can’t either.” You softly whispered, eyes flickering to the small headphone bud he was handing you, deja vu you guessed. Swallowing shallowly you reluctantly took it from him, placing it into your ear as a familiar song began playing making your eyes burn slightly.
I'll be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight
Noses on a rail, little virgin wears the white
You cut your hair, but you used to live a blonded life
Wish I was there, wish we'd grown up on the same advice
And our time was right,
You knew you couldn’t keep doing this, the pinning you had and wished for back was something that you could only dream about. Sometimes it is not the butterflies and giddiness you feel that tell you about how strong your love is, but the pain that you experience with it. Of course, you loved him, as a dear friend, and as Jongseong, the boy who made your heart patter the first day you saw him outside your window. You don’t give someone you don’t love the power to to hurt you the way you’ve been hurt.
“Hey I know we were supposed to hang out for my birthday with Jake but I think Jinhee planned something with my guitar club, you can still come if you’re free,” he told you softly picking up the different guitar picks from the display case with a smile on his face.
Keep a place for me, for me
Now and then, you miss it, sounds make you cry
Some nights, you dance with tears in your eyes
That's like never, 'cause I made you use your self-control
And you made me lose my self-control, my self-control
The easiest way for you to heal from someone who never noticed your love is to refuse to give them any more opportunities to make you feel that way. It was a thought that crossed your mind before but you could never imagine yourself walking away from the one person you promised to never leave. Biting your lip you removed the earbud from your ear before slowly trailing to the other aisle, quickly wiping away a tear leaving him confused slightly at your sudden disappearance.
“I think I might have something that day I’ll let you know.”
With weeks passing you did your best to distance yourself from Jay more than you did before, making sure to ignore his greeting in class with the excuse that you were in a rush, always. “And you’re saying you want me to go with you to Jay’s stupid birthday party.�� Sunghoon glared at you, his dark brows furrowed as the two of you sat on your bed tuning the strings on your new guitar. 
“I don’t know if it's a birthday party—” You rolled your eyes, hoping off the bed to grab the small box carefully wrapped with a bow on top.
“But if I’m going to embarrass myself confessing to him then at least you’ll be there to make fun of me for it.” You pouted, softly thumbing the fabric with Jay’s name written on the small tag. With your commitment to ignoring Jay recently, you knew it would be overkill to not even show up for his birthday knowing the two of you always celebrated together. With Sunghoon successfully teaching you one of Jay’s favorite songs; you planned on playing for him after whatever get-together he had planned, well that was what he told you was the plan.
The plan he presented to you about an hour ago when Sunghoon opened the door to see Jay in front of your apartment, the obvious flustered expression on his face when you greeted him with a tense smile.
The day after you found yourself standing in front of his place again, this time with Sunghoon beside you as the sound of laughter and people conversing filled your senses. The unsettling feeling pooled in your stomach as you greeted people you weren’t familiar with noting Sunghoon’s hand on your lower back steading you. 
“Y/N!” You heard Jake call out with a smile, greeting him with a hug it seemed Sunghoon knew Jake from class. He motioned towards the kitchen for drinks making sure to mention how Jay was in his room taking care of something.
Sensing Sunghoon’s happy demeanor you ushered to go talk to a few of his classmates, his eye-catching a girl from his science class you remember him mentioning not too long ago. Finding your way to the kitchen you glanced at all the bottles lined up, a small whistle coming from your lips at the cups set beside the shot glasses.
“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it.” Turning around you gave Jinhee a forced smile as you saw the way she glanced back at the party then down to your figure. Shifting uncomfortably you turned back to the drinks to pour yourself a shot. Your arm was suddenly pulled back and you yelped watching the frown on her face deepen after hissing at her to leave you alone.
“I think it’s quite brave you came tonight actually.” her sudden tone threw you off, your fingers gripping the shot glass watching her scoff slightly. “And what do you mean by that?” You bit back, you knew there was something you found off about her. “You think it’s surprising I showed up to a close friend’s birthday celebration?” you asked again waiting for her response as she took a step closer to you.
“And you know that’s all you’ll ever be to him right?” She giggled, noting your wavering pupils as the grip on the glass tightened. “If you’ve been pinning him that long then I wonder why he hasn’t told you he felt the same way.” She whispered, leaning in till you could smell the vodka radiating from her breath.
“You know I confessed to him right?” She chuckled stepping back as she leaned against the other counter, watching the way your eyes widened slightly; your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach at her sudden revelation.
 “What?”
“I guess not close enough of friends to tell you that? I mean he gave me a pretty guitar pick and everything after I told him just a minute ago in his room.” She pointed out, picking from her pocket a familiar guitar pick that had your grip on the shot glass releasing completely. 
“Face it Y/N, he never liked you the way you like him. If I were you I’d leave him alone from now on.” She grinned ignoring how your eyes were glossing over before you pushed past her, rushing through the crowd as you felt the tears lining your eyes at an impressive speed.
You’ll never forget the way Jay made you feel over the past years, how he made you feel special with his words that melted your heart and soul like he had a gift from Cupid himself. His soft touches and reassurance that comforted you when you needed it the most felt more than just friends. But you’ll never forget the way he always made you feel like you were losing your mind, tearing you apart leaving you feeling like you didn’t matter even when he said you did. And you weren’t sure why you were crying at the moment, the fact he broke the last confidence you had coming here tonight, or that you thought he never would. You felt embarrassed, absolutely humiliated you let it get this far.
Feeling your arm being pulled back you huffed a sob seeing the one person you didn’t want to see right now. Roughly removing his grasp from your arm you continued out the door, ignoring his calls as he chased after you with panic painting his face.
“Y/N stop– stop!” He exclaimed pulling you back by the shoulders with both of his hands. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked you softly, rubbing his thumbs across your tear-stained cheeks as you shook your head off his hands. “Stop.” You whispered, backing away not even acknowledging his wavering eyes that were watching how you were sobbing uncontrollably. 
“Jay stop,” You begged as he reached out for you slightly, his shoulders deflating at the unfamiliar name you haven’t called him in a while.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked softly watching you wipe your tears before turning to look at him fully for the first time that night. His hair was done up showing his handsome features you grew to love over the years, yet despite this, it seemed like you were the only one who fucked up. You kept waiting for him to come around, waiting to see if maybe one day he’d wake up feeling the same way you did, even if it was just for a second. Waiting and watching him grow to be a man you could be proud of— all this waiting that only leads to the same thing over again, waiting.
“Jay I can’t do this anymore, I can’t pretend like things are okay when they’re not.” You whispered sadly; his eyes searching yours as he took a step closer to you. 
“Y/N just tell me what’s wrong please–”
“How am I supposed to tell you the reason why you’re hurting me is because I like you and you’ll never like me back.” You sobbed, bringing your hand up to cover your eyes as what felt like years of frustration had lifted from your shoulders. You imagined confessing in a better situation, maybe after you sang him his favorite song tonight with a smile on your face.
“Y/N I like you what are you saying? You’re my friend of course I like you.” Suddenly the conversation you had with Jinhee came flashing back in your mind; friends. Friends and that’s all you’ll ever be.
“Do you know the difference between like and love, Jay?” You asked calmly, your hands shaking as you saw him nod desperately trying to understand where you were going with the conversation, 
“You like me; and I love you.” you finally stated— sighing a breath of relief before focusing down the street at the yellow lamp posts lining the sidewalks. “I’m tired of running away from my feelings in hopes you’ll run after me the same I would for you. People never do— you never did.” wiping your cheeks you began walking away before he pulled you back again pleading for you to hear him out.
“Jay you made your choice,” You softly told him, his hand firm on your arm as you turned to look into his eyes again. “It’s gonna hurt not having you in my life like we promised” you whimpered, tears forming as you could only say what you’ve been self-consciously denying for a while. 
“But it’ll hurt having you in my life wishing I could be to you what Jinhee is—” you sniffled taking a deep breath “I can’t win either way.”, tilting your head softly you felt the last bit of composure seep through your words.
“I love you Jongseong, with all my heart so please let me go.” you silently sobbed seeing him he slowly shake his head in denial, his pretty eyes glossing over from the moonlight that shined down on this beautifully tragic moment.
“If I can’t have your heart then you aren’t allowed to keep mine—it doesn’t work like that way Jay.” You smiled sadly, and despite the tears that stained your cheeks you slowly clasped your hand on top of his that was still holding onto you. Squeezing it softly you forced his grasp away, his hand landing back at his side as you gave him one last painful look.
And just like that, you left, leaving Jay there looking and feeling utterly helpless. Walking back into the apartment his eyes searched for Sunghoon knowing if there was one person he could ask for about you— it’d be him, even if didn’t want to admit it. 
“Jay!” With his brows furrowed he looked at Jinhee who was looking at him with a conflicted expression.
“What did you say to Y/N?” his tone was low, recalling you exiting from the kitchen where Jinhee came from shortly after before he ran to catch up to you.
 “W-what are you talking about I didn’t say anything—” she mumbled looking around to see others acknowledging his upset demeanor as he rolled his jaw at her response.
“Don’t bullshit me right now, tell me,” he demanded a little louder this time, at this point everyone had caught on that something had happened— with his uneven breathing and hard stare, anyone could tell Jay was furious. 
“I just said that I confessed to you and she got upset.” Jinhee hushed out, her response obviously not satisfying him as he brought a hand up to rub his temples. “Get out,” he whispered, not acknowledging her surprised expression before he began walking away.
“I said get out did you not hear me before?” He said again, his words laced with anger recalling the conversation he had with Jinhee earlier that night. Later when you arrived home, Jimin being the good friend she comforted you, hugging you to sleep as you sobbed wondering why on earth did you have to experience this.
“It hurts.” You whispered the obvious, the room dark with your small lamp glowing warm as she rubbed your back soothingly, “Of course it does Y/N, that’s how you know it was love. If his absence makes you feel this way then it only proves even forever can end.” she hummed, bringing the duvet up as you silently sniffled.
“Then when does it stop?”
“If it’s love, it won’t. You just have to hope you stop loving him.”
And you tried, you really did. Thankfully there was a campus-wide incident that left you with a few days to stay home. And following Jimin’s advice, you had your phone turned off for those days, making sure to tell Sunghoon you weren’t dead; just grieving. But when you found yourself standing outside your Music Theory lecture, you only wished for a few more days off. Walking in your eyes immediately found Sunghoon who let out a sigh of relief seeing that you really weren’t dead, just looked like shit. Greeting him with a small smile your gaze found Jay sitting not far in the back, his tired eyes on yours making you grip your bag a little tighter taking a seat beside Sunghoon.
“They aren’t sitting beside each other anymore.” he pointed out, your eyes trailing behind you to see Jinhee sitting on the opposite side of the lecture hall, her head hung low as the two of you unintentionally caught eyes. Shrugging slightly you turned your attention back to your notes. 
“That’s not any of my business.” You whispered not wanting to talk about it any longer. Despite Sunghoon bothering you the entire time you quickly told him you had something to do after class, which was a lie he knew that, but you didn’t want to risk getting caught in a conversation you didn’t want to have at the moment.
Standing from his seat, Sunghoon glanced behind him noting Jay’s gaze following your figure while you left the lecture hall in a hurry. It made him laugh really. Calling his name, Sunghoon nodded for Jay to follow him out, reluctantly the boy picked up his bag; a frown on his face as the two walked to an empty bench outside the hall, waiting for everyone to leave.
“So um, nice party the other night.” Sunghoon started a scoff leaving Jay not believing this was the first conversation he was having with the guy who swept you away from him for some time. “Not really how I wanted to spend my birthday but thanks,” he replied, Sunghoon chuckling slightly before sitting back against the wall. “I just wanted to let you know Y/N hasn’t turned her phone on for days, you’re not the only one she’s ignoring.” Sunghoon sighed, slight irritation in his tone recalling the absolute panic he had multiple times before you responded with a simple text saying ‘im not dead’.
Jay didn’t respond making Sunghoon simply sighed, how the hell did things get like this— he’s seen the way you looked at Jay way before the two of you grew close. But he’s only noticed now how Jay did too, the same yearning and affection that dance across his face you had never seen before; he was just watching you every time you looked away. 
“Is she…okay?” he asked softly glancing at Sunghoon who nodded with a small grin on his face. “Y/N is an independent person you know that, even if she wasn’t you’ll never know.” he huffed as Jay nodded in acknowledgment.
You really were, getting to know you was like unraveling into an unknown abyss of charm and inspiration to him. “Y/N always made me feel like a better person, I’ve seen the way she inspires others but I never realized she inspires me as well.” pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket Jay smiled at the memory of you encouraging him to continue his passion for music theory. It was true, you were like his soulmate he could call it— a best friend and more perhaps.
You were the one person in the world he knew understood him better than anyone, it’s not that you made him a better person; seeing you passionately strive for your goals and help others along the way encouraged him to be the same. He always thought you’d be with him forever, he believed it. He wasn’t sure why back then but all that he knew was, no matter what happened you always had a place in his heart. 
“Even if it meant I had to sit back while she found someone else,” Jay whispered glancing at Sunghoon who understood immediately what he meant.
“We’ve always been close and I didn’t want that to change, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling to be honest.” He shook his head picking at the fabric lining his pockets, he wasn’t sure when his revelation started with you. Maybe it was the first time the two of you spoke, the sound of your voice echoing from your window was mellifluous to his ears. He couldn’t believe you actually opened your window to talk to him, the way your flushed cheeks glowed in the summer night had him unconsciously gravitating towards his window as he did every night; waiting for you to show up with that pretty smile he loved to make his day better.
“It’s complicated I know, but anyone who takes a second to just look at the both of you would know the two of you were more than just friends….” Sunghoon scoffed, assuring Jay what he’s been questioning the whole time. He’s not that experienced with girls so this unfamiliar feeling he felt around you became normal, he just didn’t know. 
“But Jinhee though..” Sunghoon whistled, knowing the whole point of this conversation was to figure out what that was all about. At the mention of her name, Jay shook his head with an irritated sigh leaving his lips. He wouldn’t lie, he looked up to Jinhee not only as a senior but as an artist, it was undeniable she had a talent for music the first time they met at their club.
He wouldn’t deny she was pretty, but seeing you again reminded him of what pretty really was; your eyes that would brighten when looking for him in a crowded room and your smile that had his heart skipping the first day he’d seen it. You would argue the first time Jay spoke or much less saw you for the first time was that night he bothered you while practicing— but he would argue it was the moment he glanced up to see you talking to your mom that same day. Your lips pulled in a small pout before breaking into a wide smile while your mom pinched your cheeks softly. He wasn’t that crazy to bother his neighbor next door if he didn’t know it was the pretty girl his parent’s never stopped mentioning.
“Jinhee was just a senior who I admired, I’m not gonna lie and say at the beginning I was interested but—” he paused, slightly surprised he was saying this out loud for the first time. Seeing you slowly distance yourself was the first flag he caught on earlier, but your reassurance and patience never made him think twice, especially with Jinhee telling him you encouraged her to be around him; he thought that was what you wanted. And with Sunghoon in the picture, he wondered if that’s how other people saw the two of you, is that how you saw it; just friends.
“But she’s not Y/N?” Sunghoon smirked smugly, his peripheral catching Jay nodding with a small smile on his face. “Will never be, and I think I finally accepted that when Jinhee confessed to me a while ago and I just didn’t feel the same way.” Jay huffed making Sunghoon sit up with his eyes bulging from his sockets. 
“Yeah she confessed to me the day before the party, she’s always showing up to my place unannounced, Jake was starting to get annoyed.”
“Well she confronted Y/N at your party and said pretty nasty things, she won’t tell me anything but Jinhee has had an eye out for her for a while.” Sunghoon brought it up, Jay obviously surprised by this— it only made him feel even more guilty.
“And I don’t mean to make you feel like shit because you kinda deserve it but,” Jay only watched as Sunghoon dug into his backpack, taking out a small box with his name written on the tag. “I was keeping this safe for Y/N that night until you know— and she left before I could give it back to her today but I think you should have it.” He softly grinned watching Jay take the box carefully.
Softly opening the tightened ribbons, his heart immediately dropped seeing a neatly placed guitar pick in the middle of the velvet casing. If he remembered correctly it was the guitar pick he had his eyes on at the indie music shop that day he went with you, his initials engraved in gold on the black pick as his eyes glossed over the small note tucked away beside it.
‘To my Jongseong, Happy Birthday my love.’
“We grew close because she asked me to teach her guitar, something about a promise she kept to you in high school,” Sunghoon mentioned, standing up with his bags in his hands knowing Jay needed some time alone from the way his eyes slowly met his— still admiring the small gift in his hands. After a few minutes to himself, Jay could only throw his head back in utter disappointment. He ruined it, he ruined this.
“The promise we made in high school huh.” he scoffed softly. The conversation about your determination to learn guitar was something he always laughed at, not because he didn’t think you couldn’t do it but because he knew you would; one way or another. He only wished things turned out differently that night so he could’ve heard your song you learned; for him.
Standing up quickly Jay rushed out of the building ignoring the weird looks he received from people he zoomed past, it hasn’t been that long since the lecture ended, maybe an hour at best? Punching in the code to your apartment he called your name as he beelined towards your room, not here. Dropping his bags to the floor he sat on your bed looking around your room— things have changed since the last time he was here. Minimal as always, it was always your style compared to his maximalist taste. 
Your practice area is now accompanied by a small guitar stand rather than your typical small violin set up. Your walls were also now decorated despite being bare before, your favorite artist and posters lined above your bed and on your closet door caused him to smile bitterly. Your room still smelled the same, digging his fingers into your duvet the scent he grew to love over time had faded from his hoodies and jackets you used to borrow. He missed it, a lot. And he apparently missed a lot.
“Jay?” Jimin exclaimed, surprised to see a familiar face yet startled unaware of who rushed in while she was on the phone with her boyfriend. Her hair tells him she getting ready for the night out— the night out you decided not to tag along with.
“When will Y/N be home?” he asked softly, rubbing his palms against his jeans as Jimin shifted on her feet looking at his thrown bags on the floor. “Y/N actually went home for break a little earlier than she planned, you just missed her.” she threw him a lopsided grin, leaning against the frame noting his deflating shoulders and disappointed sigh. After declining her offer to go out you impulsively made the decision to go home early; it was just a day or two earlier you reasoned. 
“What made you realize?” her sudden question made him look up.
His eyes caught the small pegboard on your wall, filled with photo booth pictures of the both of you over the years from different events along with small post-it notes he used to leave on your books in high school, but what did make him realize? His insecurity the moment Sunghoon came into the picture? Jinhee’s confession? Or the fact he was clueless to begin with, it was probably a mix of everything. A small familiar black pick on your vanity reassured him as well, standing up he quickly grabbed the guitar pick to see your initials engraved the same way his was; just in silver. Matching guitar picks, you were absolutely insane.
“She did.” He whispered, thumbing the small pick as he glanced out the window before quickly grabbing his things. “Thanks for telling me Jimin, tell your boyfriend I said hi okay.” Moving out of the way for him— Jimin only giggled knowing you were on your way home sulking after telling her you basically got rejected unofficially, while your crush was on his way to chase you down. “Babe I think we need to prepare for a double date soon,” she mumbled to the other line, laughing when she mentioned how Jay said hi before the front door slammed shut in a hurry.
“Y/N? Hey baby I thought you were coming home this weekend?” Your mom greeted you with a smile, hugging your dad after her– you explained due to your assignments you were able to come home a little earlier than you intended. Which was half true. After a nice dinner you were pretty tired out, setting your violin and guitar case down in your room you sighed noting the dark window across yours. The long train ride back home allowed you some time to sit in your thoughts and feelings, what the hell were you going to do now.
Maybe the seat beside him was occupied so she didn’t sit next to him. “Stupid…” you whispered, rolling your eyes trying to disregard the thoughts justifying every little misconception going through your mind. This was stupid, silly thoughts really— you huffed out a grown while turning on your phone again. A bombard of texts from classmates and of course Sunghoon. While scrolling through your missed notifications your thumb hovered over the missed call you never expected to see that night.
Tossing your phone away you began unpacking for the two-week break you very much needed, maybe you planned on visiting the music store tomorrow for new tuning strings, or maybe you’d go try the new poetry classes you had your eyes on since they opened while you were away. After a much-needed long shower, you threw your towel on your bed after drying your hair swiftly. Knocks on your door prompted you to smile while your mom walked in with a plate of fruits, 
“You settling in fine?” you hummed a response hugging her slightly. “Did Jongseong come home with you?” She asked grabbing your damp towel while you froze slightly with a tense grin.
“I think he had some things to take care of before so no.” Bidding you a goodnight, she closed the door and you immediately flew back onto the bed. The cool sheets greeting your burning skin remembering the way you cried so much in front of him oh god. 
With your eyes closed feeling the fan above your ceiling, small clicks against the window caught your attention abruptly, sitting up you pulled your curtains back seeing Jay softly throwing pebbles from across his window. His bags beside his feet told you he just arrived from god knows where— likely the station as you saw him pull from his desk a familiar notebook.
‘Y/N I’m sorry ):’ The first page read, his face trying to read yours before realizing your fingers were pulling the fabric of your curtains slightly to close them.
“Wait–wait no.” You could hear him panic slightly, turning the pages aggressively— you held back the small amused grin ghosting behind your lips while your eyes softened.
‘Please hear me out.’ 
Biting the skin on your bottom lip, you glanced behind you towards the closed bedroom door before Jay’s voiced pulled you back, motioning for you to open your window and willing you did. The sudden night breeze hitting your skin made you shiver as there was silence between you two, your eyes took in his sad ones noting his disheveled dark hair and exhausted expression. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood there peering at each other, the acacias and crickets filling the warm void as the two of you continued to longingly gaze at each other. 
When two people care for each other you can see it in their eyes.
The twinkle in their pupils as they look at each other full of attraction and admiration confirming what it truly was. It’s all there, infatuation as he took in the way your hair was still damp, small droplets crystalline against your skin.
“Jay what are you doing here? You’re not on campus?” You whispered slightly, watching him lower his notebook before a familiar box lifted between his fingers. “I got it Y/N.” he hastily muttered, you could see him swallowing slightly as his eyes wavered seeing you grip your the pillow by your window nook.
“I got it, I understand now. I know— I know.” he repeated seeing your brows furrow understanding what he meant. You couldn’t believe it, you could remember a conversation your mom had with you after the graduating recital in high school, where your denial slowly shattered. The moment you saw a girl handing Jay a rose after his performance had you sulking. He might have looked at her like she was a great friend, but he looked at you like you were his best— the prettiest girl in his world you recall her saying.
“I should’ve done this a while ago, but please— hear me out, okay?” He plead softly watching you nod as you watched him slowly take out his guitar, the pick you bought him between his shaking fingers as he strummed a few notes. You recognized it right away as it was the song you learned from Sunghoon, I’m Yours. You held back a chuckle watching him nervously shift his shoulders as he glanced at you from time to time
Well you done done me in; you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
Now I'm trying to get back
His soft voice filled your ears as a small smile made its way to his face. Jay wasn’t sure what pushed him to sing you his favorite song, maybe because the song was an easier way for him to tell you how he really felt. He was yours, always been— always will. And he wanted you to know that.
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
You felt your eyes watering as you heard him softly sing to you from across the window, the window where you two spoke for the first time, where your heart skipped for the first time, and it was the first time you finally had a sigh of relief hearing him tell you what you only dreamed of hearing for so long. Any of your friends would say the same thing about you and Jay, you weren’t quiet friends.
The way you smiled at him; friends don’t smile like that. How he always held you close through waves of crowds and emotions; friends don’t touch each other like that. How your expression would brighten the moment you heard him in your ear or across the room; friends don’t look at each other like that. The change in his voice when he calls your name— his pretty girl; friends don’t talk like that.
And of course friends don’t tell each other— I’m yours, all yours. Finishing his last note he grinned softly, watching as you beautifully allowed the familiar tears to stream down your cheeks grasping the fact that Jay liked you; he liked you back. Your fingers gripping slightly onto the window plane watching him lower his guitar to face you completely, concern in his eyes when you silently sat there staring at him. If he could he’d reach over to pull you into the much-needed hug he knew you needed, that he wanted. To wipe your tears whispering sweet words of sincerity and affection. 
“I know Y/N, so please know I mean it as well okay?” He leaned over his window, heart skipping slightly as you nodded slowly wiping your tears away.
Before you could say anything a sudden voice surprised you making you yelp while Jay cursed slightly.
“Now that’s really sweet of you two but my grandkids are sleeping, so why don’t we meet up and talk with our inside voices okay?” Your neighbor spoke peering over the fence as you nodded slightly dazed. As he walked away Jay only snickered hearing the older man mumble about how dramatic kids were these days before turning to you smiling shyly at him. 
As he nodded  towards the lower floor your eyes widened seeing him quickly make his way out the room. Quietly going down the stairs your eyes wavered slightly seeing him wait for you just beside your sidewalk at the end of the driveway, hands in his pockets shifting slightly on his feet as you made your way to him.
“Hi.” he whispered, taking in your features up close with an upturned grin, your eyes twinkling under the street lamp as you whispered back a silent ‘hi’ back. You were too busy staring at his slight eye bags you failed to notice his thumb coming up to caress your cheek softly. 
“I’m sorry Y/N, I should’ve just told you everything that night I just didn’t know what to do and I ruined things because I’m so unaware of my feelings—” he began to rambled, shaking your head; you grabbed his fingers bringing them down between you two.
“Jay there’s nothing wrong with being confused and overwhelmed about your feelings, trust me.” You sighed rubbing your finger over his knuckles while he stood there peering down at you.
“After we drifted apart I always found myself looking for you when something good happens because you’re the one I want to share my good times with, I miss you.” he warmly explained, playing with your fingers as you remained quiet while he continued. “I miss you when I’m having problems and when things are troubling me because you always knew how to make me feel better,” he whispered, bringing your fingers up to his lips, pressing soft kisses against your knuckles that had the butterflies in your stomach doing flips on their own.
“Sometimes I even miss you and I don’t even realize it…” he huffed, shoving your enclasped hand into his pocket as you simply smiled at him and the small pout on his lips he always unintentionally had. “I don’t think you understand how beautiful you make my world by just being here, I’m so sorry.” Pulling you closer you allowed him to wrap his arm around you, hugging you into his warm embrace while his nose nuzzled into your neck. The both of you stood in each other’s embrace in silence, not knowing how to feel since love was a hard concept for you two to understand— you don’t fall in love and then get over them overnight; you knew that.
“I know Jongseong it’s okay I forgive you.” You whispered rubbing his back softly feeling him melt in your arms. 
“I thought you forgot my name for a second.” he mumbled causing you to chuckle as you knew how sensitive he was when it came to you calling him Jay, hugging him tightly you felt his lips pull into a smile against your skin.
“Oh I forgot—” pulling back you gripped his jacket watching him dig into his back pocket before holding it in his palms. A small white guitar pick, decorated in pink cherry blossoms making you gasp lightly before your eyes found his again. Holding it out Jay simply watched you loosen the grip on his jacket before slowly taking the pick from his palms. After finding out Jinhee took the pick he promised to give you, any ounce of cordial he had left dissipated; too nice is how Jake put it.
“I thought you gave this to her.” you asked confused, meeting his gaze as you heard him he sigh, pushing your hair behind your ears softly before resting both of his palms against your jaw. “She took it from my guitar case while we were at practice one day I don’t even know when, I always have it with me incase there was a chance you needed it or if I lost mine.” he snickered,
“I didn’t know she took it until I saw her using it the day after the party during practice.” He explained, wanting to make sure there were no more misunderstandings between the two of you. With a relief smile you nodded, giggling softly when you felt him pull you in for another hug.
“That’s kinda cute you keep it with you.” You said into his ear, his chuckle ringing into the night knowing his eyes were in crescents from how happy he was. “You were always my good luck charm so of course I had to have something related to you on me at all times.” Scoffing slightly you mocked him lowly as he pulled back sulking jokingly.
As you apologized quietly, you could practically feel yourself grinning like an idiot, with him peering down at you with a small smile and his eyes twinkling in fascination you could feel it. It’s uncontrollable, spontaneous all while confusing.
“You’re so beautiful…” he absentmindedly whispered, cupping your cheek softly as you felt his other hand shake around the nape of your neck. It was beautiful indeed, and painful. Full of risks and chances that were life-changing and eye opening in many ways than one. Not one person who falls in love ends the same as they were before, it was more than a word and feeling; it was a choice.
Closing your eyes softly you savored the warmth of his hands holding you close and his lips rested against your forehead, softly fluttering kisses across your face. All you ever wanted was to be free, free to love and free to find someone who will do the same. To be appreciated and to be loved the same you did, deserved to be around people with the deepest hearts that reflected your own. Words always spoke to you but they never meant or showed how much love could be. 
But you could feel it in the way he was softly caressing your hair, the sincere words whispered despite the empty night sky engulfing your serenity and intentions. Him signing off a place in your heart like a love letter with his proof of devotion and all its beauty.
Almost like he was saying—
With Love, Jay.
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Plus Size!Metalhead!Reader x Eddie Munson smut idiots to lovers!
The reader is Robin’s best friend and has just moved back to Hawkins after studying abroad.
When she returns she is introduced to everyone and quickly becomes part of the gang. Eddie quickly falls for her as the two have quite a lot in common, however, he doesn’t act on his feelings as he thinks the reader is Robin’s girlfriend. Little does he know she has major feelings for him as well but she thinks him and Steve are together. Eventually they are forced to bunk together on a camping trip (orchestrated by Steve and Robin who have been dying for the two to finally admit their feelings) at first things are awkward between the two but they soon heat up into something neither of them expected.
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an: just a story i tried to convey the best, about two very confused adults who don't really know how to communicate! i hope this does your idea justice it took me FOREVER i'm so sorry 😭 and its so long omg this is my longest work ever PLS I HOPE ITS NOT BORING THANK U FOR SENDING UR REQUESTS I LOVE THEM 🩷🩷 i'm also doing requests for kinktober if anyone wants to send them in :p thank u everyone to all of ur love on all of my fics u dont even Know how much it means to me 🥹
wc: 10.4K
warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of mutual pining, explicit thoughts, mentions of eddie and you wishing the other weren't gay, lots of mentions of sexualities, miscommunication, porn with a plot, p in v, (unprotected. do NOT do this), oral sex (m and f receiving), slight ass play, ownership, pet names (sweet girl, baby, princess, pretty, sweetheart, etc)
MINORS NOT WELCOME. DNI!
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IT WAS WEIRD BEING BACK IN HAWKINS, being back in the states in general felt like a culture shock. and disappointing. the euphoric feeling of learning and living in another country for a year was not comparable, and you promised your best friend robin that when you got back, you'd tell her all about it.
over the year you were gone for your studies, she told you about a few people she met while she was in high school, and had been with ever since. she was excited about bringing you to a party the night of your arrival so you could meet everyone, she said you were all she ever talked about, and how excited everyone was to meet you. 
robin was insistent on your attendance, getting small hesitation on your part, and she swore up and down that you'd fit right in. you questioned her judgment sometimes, especially in women, but you had no other reason not to trust your best friend.
you and robin were complete opposites, you were the girl who liked metal, death metal, and occasionally rock music and she enjoyed the oldies, harboring weird talents and interests that you enjoyed learning about. but you clicked so well, meshed together in a way where you could never be separated.
it wasn't long before you arrived at her place, dressed and ready after hitting your house first, and was met with a lethal scream of your name and tears of joy. it didn't take long to catch up, talk, cry, and laugh so the minute robin decided it was time to go to this party, you guys drove into the city together.
"are you excited?!" she dragged as she noticed your fingers tap against your faded gray jeans that were maybe two sizes too bog, hanging low on your hips with the help of a belt. 
"i'm fucking nervous." you admitted and ran your fingers through your hair.
"for what? dude, these are not people who need to be impressed. they're going to love you and i know it!" she exclaimed.
it was a bit before they drove past buildings, and turned into nothing until they pulled into a trailer park. 
“eddie’s trailer was the destination party zone tonight, so, yeah.” robin said as she parked next to a van, presumably eddie’s. you weren’t one to judge a single person, especially not one you didn’t know, so you just nodded with a smile and stepped out of the car. 
you adjusted your black tank top that, unlike your jeans, was maybe two sizes too small and hugged the curves and rolls of your body.
you liked the way you looked, your wrists covered in bracelets with studs and beads on them, your hair parted down the middle and frizzy from the hawkin’s heat. the makeup you had on was minimal, just black eyeliner smudged around your eyes and lipstick that was lined with black and filled in with a blood red. 
robin was so drawn to you when she first met you. she thinks about it as the two wait at his front door, and how she was so lucky to meet you. to bring her out of her shell and be honest with herself.
she knew being with you meant zero judgment, and if someone dared to fuck with you or robin, robin knew you’d be quick to defend her with your life. you honestly reminded her a lot of eddie once she met him, telling him she had a friend that he would just love. he doubted it of course. eddie didn’t think there was another person like him that existed, impossible.
but robin knew, she believed she knew everything. and she made a small promise to herself that she’d help you find someone, even though you insisted on being happy alone. she knew it was true, but when she first met eddie she realized maybe she could play cupid when you came back into town. 
“robin, did you bring the-” eddie said, opening the door, until he looked beside the skinny, jittery girl.
you didn’t blush at the unsaid compliment, you just watched as eddie looked over your full figure.
“eddie… you’re staring,” robin said, looking between you and eddie to make sure he wasn’t scaring you off. you just laughed a little. 
you stuck your hand out and introduced yourself by your name, “i’m robin’s friend.” 
he took it with grace and stuttered out a small hey, as normal as he could but it was indeed weird. eddie looked at robin, gleaming with pride, and he tried to put two and two together, failing miserably. 
“friend?” eddie asked, looking between the two of you before letting go of your hand. 
“yes idiot! she just moved back to hawkins, she’s the one i’ve been talking about!” robin said as she grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. you give him a smile, and a look over, going with your friend. 
she’s the one i’ve been talking about. how could he be so stupid? he totally forgot about this girl he’d been hearing about. robin would go on and on about her friend coming back from another country, and how much she adored this friend and missed this friend and how badly she wanted the group to meet this friend. 
he didn’t think too much about it, he didn’t want to assume. everyone knew robin played for the other team, so he wasn’t sure if you were her friend or her friend. so, he took advantage of the gray area and checked you out as robin introduced everyone to you. eddie saw how robin held her arm, close to her and tight.
he also tried to pay attention to the groups reactions, to see if maybe they had the same idea as him. he was a shit expression reader. he was going to feel bad about staring at this girl,  imagining her in every way he could, if you were in fact robin’s girlfriend. 
as the night went on, it seemed like it got more difficult. you kept seeing him stare at you sitting on the floor in between nancy and robin, he watched you as you drank and laughed and got to know the crowd that robin found herself in. you enjoyed everyone, nancy was such a nice girl to you, constantly asking if you needed anything and if you were okay.
you wondered if eddie would come over to you and maybe try to talk to you, but he just engaged in conversations with steve.
you got to know everyone, who was studying what, if they decided to go to college next fall or not, life plans and enjoying each other’s company. it wasn’t often you were alone, but the minute robin and nancy got up to get another drink from eddie’s fridge, he slithered his way to sit next to you. 
“i was wondering when you were going to stop staring at me,” you spoke, turning your head as you sat crisscrossed in front of the small coffee table.
“i was trying to figure out, and i’m being honest here don’t laugh at me” he warned before speaking again, “if you were real.” 
you laughed a bit more than you expected, feeling it in your tummy and he gave you a pout. 
“and your conclusion?” you asked, taking a sip again. 
“honestly? i’m not so sure yet.” 
it was the beginning of long conversations, laughter, bonding, and hidden flirting. the two of you were dancing around each other, bouncing off of each other's wit and casual snarkiness. 
it was fun, you could admit. and you finally assessed him, his faded metallica shirt was paired with black jeans that might’ve been tighter than yours, almost the same bracelets. his arms were covered in aimless tattoos that were small and looked like they were just drawn on from how many he had. you loved them. 
“i love metallica,” you murmur against your cup, indulging in eddie while everyone talks amongst themselves and listens to the music.
it was loud enough to not hear your conversation if you were someone else, that you were grateful for. you watched as he sat up a bit to glance at his shirt, and gave you a nervous smile.
“wha- oh, right yeah. me too, i can play a few songs on my guitar actually.” he tried to impress after remembering the shirt he was wearing, and it worked. you were a sucker for guitar players, especially ones who preferred metal and rock. 
“oh yeah? are you in a band or something?” you laughed softly, there was no way he was actually in one because it’d make it ten times harder not to want to jump his bones. “what guitar?” you asked excitedly. 
you appreciated the instrument even with no knowledge about it and would appreciate it more seeing him play it for you. eddie liked seeing the excitement on your face, the way you got closer to him sent excitement somewhere else for him. 
“i am actually, maybe i can play for you one day.” he teased and finally, you blushed.
the way his eyes met yours made you want to melt into it, have his gaze consume you whole. he was everything, he was adorable, handsome, sexy, attractive, funny, and god was he charming. he didn’t even have to do much to send you pining after him.
“it’s on my wall, in my room if you wanna see it,” he suggested and you raised an eyebrow, too distracted to remember what he was talking about and he notices, “the guitar, i don’t use it often but i think this one time is an exception, afterall you might just be my favorite guest. wouldn’t want any of my hospitality going to someone like steve,” he joked and steve whipped his head around. 
“i heard that, asshole.” steve replied over the music, sending you to laugh before looking back to eddie who blew him an exaggerated kiss.
“i’d love to see it,"
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you were staying for good, which meant you had all the time in the world with eddie when he wasn’t working at his uncle’s mechanic shop. he would brag about being the one to take over, shaking his head at the thought of going to college.
you didn’t mind though, you told him that college isn’t for everyone and it’s okay going a different route despite ghosted voices that were haunting him about it.
he admired the fact that you were so similar to him, finding himself getting lost in you when you explained the lore of texas chainsaw massacre and actually being interested in it too. he heard everything you said, listened to every story you told about being in france, and helped you through whatever hump you were trying to get over.
you didn’t believe robin when she said he was actually the only other guy she got along with besides steve, and how she believed it would be the same for you. she was right, but you’d never tell her. 
and she’d never tell you her true intentions by introducing you to eddie, and how she wished that maybe he’d open you up enough to the idea of possibly dating again. but, she didn’t really think it through. she figured maybe she’d let the universe handle it, but then started to notice the dynamic of your idea forming about eddie. 
you found yourself at his trailer a lot, smoking his weed that he offered and drinking, watching movies and enjoying the company of one another while robin was busy. 
he gave you soft touches here and there, let you sleep in his bed with him when you were too high to drive back, gave you massages, picked you up when you needed a ride. he was there when you needed him, there at any moment you called for him. 
and so were you. you really liked eddie, the feeling weighing on you everytime you let yourself take his flirting and touches for more than what they were. you felt guilty for lying next to him or on him when you passed out during a movie, you felt guilty for thinking about his lips on yours and on your body. 
the only problem that kept the two of you from indulging in the fantasies you both had was… you strongly believed that eddie was in a relationship with steve harrington. and as for eddie, he was fully convinced that you were off limits because you were going with robin buckley.
and this was the problem robin worried about.
you knew robin was lesbian of course, and she knew you were bisexual. unfortunately, eddie knows robin is lesbian but figured you were lesbian as well. he couldn’t shake the feeling of craving you and wanting you the way he has, and he felt guilty because in his mind you were robin’s girl.
so, all of his dirty thoughts and ideas about you felt wrong, and instantly tried to bury it when one night he found himself wishing you liked men.
but where was the harm in imagination? eddie was so infatuated with you that his self indulgent behavior was harmless. he knew he couldn’t have you, he knew you only saw him as a friend and that was that. but he was so wrong, and so were you. 
he thought of you daily, and in ways that were almost embarrassing. he craved you, the desire and want he had every time you were near was almost uncontrollable. 
you never asked anyone if eddie was gay, to be fair. it wasn’t your place to ask of course, plus you figured if eddie was into you he’d just simply tell you. 
you just assumed, and the way that he and steve interacted all the time made you think maybe they were romantically involved. eddie’s teasing and flirting towards steve made you wonder if eddie was completely off limits, but affirmed it when eddie would plant a wet kiss on steve’s cheek.
you didn’t know, but that was just what eddie did. 
eddie was a flirt, to everyone but robin in their group. even if it was out of nowhere, that’s just how eddie carried himself. of course in your mind, you hoped that he was at least bisexual.
you felt incredibly guilty about that too because regardless if he was bisexual, in your mind he and steve were still a couple. to not only hope he turned out to be bisexual, but to fantasize about someone else’s partner was just incredulous to think about. 
but there you were. daydreaming about the guy who sat next to you almost every other day on his couch after work, and would have to snap back into reality when he asked you if you wanted to smoke.
it was a routine.
you’d say yes, the two of you would smoke and listen to his cassettes, talk about urban legends and myths, movies and how you always felt like you could act—you couldn’t—and topics that seemed to flow between the two of you. 
it was easy with him, and you appreciated it. 
the only thing hard about the relationship you hold with him is that you’re thinking of being face down for him on your bed with your ass pushing against him. you were fighting every nasty thought of your friend, wondering how he’d feel inside of you and if he’d be able to make you cum.
the attraction the two of you had for each was obvious, so obvious that the entire group were pointing it out to each other. 
robin needed a plan. and quickly, because she couldn’t fathom another minute of you denying yourself as well as him just because he thinks you’re lesbian. she didn’t want to address it actually, she wanted to scheme and plot. better to make them think it was coincidental when really she had something to prove. 
robin felt weird about plotting a set up for you, especially because robin knew there was obviously a better and more logical way to approach this miscommunication between you and eddie. so, in hopes of setting the two of you up, robin goes to steve with her probably weird borderline disturbing idea. 
turns out, steve and robin felt the same way. watching you two was just as painful for them as it was for the two of you. thus, mission cabin in the woods was put into place. 
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you regretted this terribly. you weren’t an outdoorsy person even though the place you were staying was like a cabin. just a cabin in the woods, six young adults, left to their own devices for two days. it wasn’t the absolute worst you soon found out, the cabin was right near a lake that had a long extended pier, trees and dirt and grass surrounding you, and a large bonfire opportunity behind the cabin, right before you went to the lake.
it was more modern than anything, as everyone settled in and went around the cabin, pairs started calling dibs on the three rooms, leaving you and eddie the last pair to bunk together. 
“robin, i thought we were going to stay together? what the hell?” you whispered as you grabbed her arm to drag her down the hall away from everyone. you already settled in while eddie quietly took his things to his side of the room. 
“oh! um, right,” she didn’t think of what would happen after phase one of her and steve’s plan, nervously glancing at steve who was peeking at the girls from his door frame.
“steve, i mean you know steve, he needed to talk to me about how he keeps getting rejected by every woman, like ever. he was a little upset about nancy and jonathan rooming together.” 
she was lying, and you followed her awkward gaze to steve, when he immediately withdrew himself from peeking and behind the wall. but you heard a small gasp from that room since it wasn’t too far from where you and nancy stood at the stairs.
it was steve’s gasp, because when he rested his back against the wall and opened his eyes again, eddie was standing there in front of him with his arms crossed. 
“dude, what the fuck,” steve said, and eddie shook his head. 
“i should be saying that to you. care to tell me why on earth i’m rooming with her?” eddie asked condescendingly, expecting the truth. 
“what’s wrong with that? i thought you guys were friends. robin, she needed my advice to-”
“i’m going to ask you again.” eddie said, “why am i not rooming with you?”
steve looked defeated and he hasn’t even tried, but he knew if he gave no excuse it would be worse than a shitty one. he was also a little scared that robin would become unfathomably upset if steve told eddie what was really going on.
and so would you, so before either of the two could mutter out another lie while you and eddie interrogate them unknowingly at the same time, nancy ended up coming out of her room with a grin, 
“i need to go swimming, come on!”
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the entirety of the day you spent at the cabin on your first day of a three day trip, you spent at the lake. not by yourself of course, you and the other two girls swam and tanned as the guys sat in their swim trunks, drinking beers.
to make things more interesting, the three of you decided to have fun diving off the pier and into the lake, splashing each other, and playing marco polo. 
now the three of you swam around each other, keeping yourselves afloat to talk and converse. the conversation started about you being in france again, and if you met anyone there, if you had a french lover for the semester or if you were too busy with your head in books. 
“there was this one girl, god she was like five foot eleven and just, she was so fucking gorgeous. we met at a cafe and we talked for like a few days until she was like, ‘well i don’t really think i’m gay,’ and i was just,” you explained to the girls and paused. “we kissed and i guess she wasn’t into it so i never heard from her again.” 
“you’ve lived like ten lives.” robin deadpanned and it made a laugh bubble to your throat. 
“so you’re bisexual?” nancy inquired, genuinely. “you know i thought you were straight actually.”
“yeah i thought i was a lesbian for like six years but then i started dating this guy during high school but i still liked girls so, figured i was bisexual.” you said with a small laugh, and the girls smiled at you. 
“so, do you think eddie knows?’ nancy asked the two of you as you guys kept afloat in the water and you raised your eyebrow, looking between robin, nancy, and even glancing over your shoulder to the guys who were now smoking so you could look at eddie. 
only for eddie to already be looking at you while you swam in the water. a blush creeped onto your skin, thanking god that your slight sunburn covered it. 
“knows what?” you asked. 
“that you’re not actually a lesbian,” nancy laughed and you heard robin wince and say nancy’s name.  
“what?” you couldn’t help yourself from the high octave in your voice, and nancy looked surprised.
“she didn’t know, nance.” robin said bleakley and nancy mouthed a small sorry to her. 
“explain. now.” you demanded, swimming your way to the pier to pull yourself up and sit on the ledge. the girls followed you but stayed in the lake. 
“well, see, he kind of thinks that we’re together, like girlfriends. and well, fuck,” robin said as she looked behind you and hit her wet hand against her hand. 
“what?” you asked worriedly and saw a forced smile creep onto her lips. 
“hey!! eddie!” robin said dramatically and you looked behind you to see eddie, standing in nothing but his black swim trunks and right in back of you. so much as to where you were practically face to face with his groin. you whipped around quickly. 
eddie was watching you all day. he couldn’t help but watch you. your bikini set didn’t help him either, steve actually had to tell him to close his mouth when you pulled yourself up from out of the water and onto the wooden pier, every movement causing a bounce and jiggle in your body and sending an ache to his cock. 
he was thinking of you so impurely, so twisted that he didn’t even feel like he was being himself. he didn’t understand why he was so obsessed with you, why everything about you made him want you even more. 
“well apparently those two assholes have suffered major injuries to their legs because they both asked me to come over here and tell you two girls,” eddie said pointing with his index and middle finger at nancy and robin, “that you are wanted as of now.” 
you didn’t bother turning around to peer up at him again, instead you just watched the girls look at you, then at each other, then swimming to the stairs of the pier. eddie takes a seat next to you, legs dangling off the pier. you feel the burn of his body heat sitting right next to you, and you look down to see the distinction between your thighs and eddie’s. 
he’s like half your size. 
you were nervous, you knew that you were a bigger girl and didn’t care, but suddenly you felt like you were taking up too much space. but he sat this close to you for a reason, your thighs spilled over to touch his at this point. 
“is it just me or are they acting reaaaaaaaaally weird?” eddie asked, peeling his eyes from the crease between your tummy touching your thigh, and how the bikini bottom you wore pressed into your hip, to robin and steve. he needed to distract himself before he felt himself forming a tent in his not so stretchy swimming trunks. 
you watched robin and steve from across the lake, sitting in lounge chairs and talking, while looking at the two of you. you tried to think back on the way robin had been acting this last month, wondering if she was showing any signs of suspiciousness to understand why she had been so secretive. 
“he kind of thinks we’re together, like girlfriends,”
you were thinking back to finding out you weren’t sharing a room with your best friend, and instead the man you’ve thought about between your legs. 
she was fucking lying. 
“right…. hold that thought, actually.” you said blankly, lifting yourself from sitting on the wooden edge of the pier and fast walking your way to robin’s seat. 
one, it was hard to sit next to eddie without being awkward about his presence. and two, this would be your only time to talk to robin about whatever she had up her sleeve. 
eddie watched you walk off, how could he not, and watched as the pumpkin orange bikini get taken in between your asscheeks. he was definitely enjoying this view of your curvy silhouette, the rolls of your back, where the strings of your bikini bit into. he was enjoying all of this, and he immediately felt his cock harden again as he let himself consume all of you, and the way your thighs jiggled with every step. 
eddie could say he wouldn’t know what love is, which would be true, but whatever it was, he felt it when you came into the picture. he had crushes before, girls in the classes he barely went to, his newest supplier, a girl he made eye contact with once. but you, you torched his body into flames with every touch and laugh. he was consumed by you, his mind only thinking of ways to make you smile, to make you happy. he remembered your favorite foods, what color you chose to wear out more, and even your own childhood crushes. 
he wanted to be buried in them, to feel the way they suffocate him when he’s face to face with your thick core, spreading your lips to taste all of you. he couldn’t name a person that made him feel like you do, and he couldn’t imagine anyone else being made for him like you were. 
knowing eddie’s eyes were on you, you ignored it as you pulled robin up from her seat. 
“you were lying! steve didn’t fucking need your help, you were trying to set me up with eddie!” you hushed out, your cheeks hot. 
“what?! i would ne-” you tilted your head and looked at her blankly. 
“fuck okay, fine but steve helped me too!” your head whipped to steve who glared at robin and held his hands up in surrender. 
“why would you help?” you asked, confused as ever now. you looked between the two as they looked at each other as if they know something you don’t. 
“i mean, why would you want to set us up? eddie’s gay!” you said, as a matter of fact. 
“and he’s dating you is he not?” you asked questionably, pointing to steve and now as you understood their faces more. 
“what? no! you thought he was dating me?” steve exasperated from his seat, which wasn’t that far from where you stood. 
“eddie’s not gay… that’s why we tried to um, set you guys up because both of you thought the other one was dating us. so, we took it upon ourselves.” robin explained and you crossed your arms over your chest to put a hand on your forehead. 
“why would you think me and eddie were dating?” steve kept on, and robin shushed him as she looked back to you. 
“i mean does it seem like we’re dating? like, am i-” 
“steve. not now.” robin said curtly and you tapped your forehead. 
“eddie’s… not gay?” you whispered to yourself and looked back to him, only to see him standing behind you. 
“you thought i was gay?” eddie asked, finding it a little funny. he was amused, at least. not angry. 
“um, steve i need, uh,” robin said and looked at steve. “that thing, you know like that thing i was talking about that time-”
“just go!” you grumbled, keeping your eyes on eddie as you heard their footsteps falter. 
the only sound you can hear is nature, the lake, and your breathing. the sun was going down already, and the pink hue of the sunset coated the sky, and glimmered on eddie’s face. he looked beautiful, his curls were tighter given the lake water from earlier, dry now and his pale body was glistening with a small sheen of sweat from the humidity. 
“you thought i was dating robin.” you said to defend yourself and his eyes went wide.
“you’re not dating robin? but she’s been like talking about you since forever and the way she talks about you━wait so you’re straight?” he said once he remembered what he was talking about. 
“well no, i’m bisexual but, still like men.” you smiled.
there was a shift in the air once those words left your mouth, and when eddie’s eyes fell over your body from your face to your toes, you felt your core clench around nothing. there was something in his eyes that you’d never seen before, knowingly at least, and when your eyes raked over his body, you noticed a bulge in his trunks. 
now you felt bare to him, only in two pieces of small cloth that covered your most vulnerable areas. something that eddie noticed too, knowing that he could get you naked bare for him with a pull and a tug on your swimsuit. 
“so you’re single?” you blurted and bit your lip.
eddie smirked at the question, and stepped a little closer to you. 
“and ready to mingle, baby.” 
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it was fairly surprising that everyone decided to shower and settle for watching a movie on the tv in the cozy living room. the fireplace was lit, only because it was practically freezing inside. 
you were the last one to shower and after you finally got dressed in the humid bathroom, you ringed your hair dry with your towel and shook the strands apart. you decided that you were ready to hit the sack, wanting to get as much rest as possible before you find yourself out of breath and passing out from heat exhaustion the next day while you’re on your hike with the group. they wanted to actually try the whole campsite thing, roasting marshmallows and drinking water out of a can, meanwhile you just wanted to go dip in the lake again. 
you decided to say goodnight to everyone who was downstairs, half already snoring, sprawled out on the floor. one person you didn’t see was eddie, who you actively looked for until you guessed he was in the restroom. your heart was already in your chest as your feet hit each stair, only taking you further to having to spend eight hours in the same bed with eddie munson. 
maybe you were nervous. the thought of feeling this guy lay next to you in bed was putting a flutter in your tummy, everything felt like it flipped upside down when the confusion was cleared up between the two. no one ever made you feel like this, not even the six foot straight french girl who seduced you. 
before you could even open the door to the room you were hoping that you’d be asleep by the time he came upstairs, just so that the ache between your legs would finally settle down. but to your dismay, you opened the door to eddie, shirtless and laying on his back over the comforters. 
he sat up without a second thought, and you almost got whiplash with how quickly he moved and looked at you. 
“i can take the floor if you want,” suddenly you felt small. it was a weird feeling, but walking into this room to sleep with him only felt like it was an invitation for more. and you wanted more. 
“no it’s okay, i’m just ready for bed.” you said and smiled, closing the door and going to the right side of the bed. 
“can i turn this off?” you asked looking over your shoulder just to see him looking at the bare skin of your back that your skimpy little shirt didn’t cover. 
“you can do whatever you want, princess.” he muttered under his breath and you turned your head, smiling and pulling the beaded string until you heard a click. his lamp was still on as you pulled your legs into the lifted covers, sliding down to lay on your side and face the opposite direction of eddie. 
eddie on the other hand was thinking of what to say as he turned his lamp off, doing the same maneuver you did to get comfortable, except he was facing you. staring at your back again, his eyes went lower until the blanket was resting at the curve of your waist. he noticed where your shirt copied the and molded your rolls and back. 
eddie felt like now it was a free-for-all. knowing you’re not tied down to someone, and knowing you were still very attracted to the opposite sex. 
“steve and robin tried to set us up didn’t they?” he asked you from behind, his voice still very close to you. 
“they did,” you confirmed, softly. 
“did you want to be set up with me?” he asked, a little nervous. 
“if i tell you then robin and steve would be right.” you said and turned awkwardly to face him, now eye to eye. he couldn’t help but notice the way your tits pressed together. 
“who said we have to tell them the truth?” 
his hand didn’t waste a second to press into your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your lips to trace them. 
“you really want me?” eddie asked. 
there it was, the shift in the dark air that was only scarcely lit by the full moon flooding in through the bare window. 
you didn’t answer, you only shifted from your position to your knees, moving the blanket off of eddie to see his pale white skin, and straddle his hips when he laid on his back. your hands moved to his chest to steady yourself and his hands fell naturally to the dip of your curve, gripping into the fat of your hips.
he tilted his head to look up at you, your hair cascading down your shoulders to create a sort of shield around your face. he couldn't help but tug at a strand,making you smile. 
you just decided to go for it. all the nervousness and teasing and flirting built up to this, when you leaned down to press your lips into his. 
it was odd because eddie pictured this moment just like this, with you straddling him in just shorts and a loose fitting tank, watching your soft lips come closer to his with your eyes closed. you were so fucking cute, and he tried to constrain himself from going wild by digging into your skin. 
the kiss was soft first, eddie let you move your lips on his before he found a rhythm and moved with you, gentle, soft, teasing kisses to test the waters. you were growing wet with every minute you fixed your lips to his, using one hand to put right under his jaw, rubbing his throat with your fingers. 
you thought maybe eddie was just enjoying the kiss way too much as you got a little more messy, the two of you giving hard kisses, but the minute you felt something poking your inner thigh, you realized you had been grinding down on him the entire time. 
you pulled away first, leaving him just as breathless as you, but he followed you and sat up with you, chasing your lips. he had a dumb grin on his face, looking over your disheveled look to see where you two met. god, she looks fucked out already. 
“eddie?” you hummed, letting your fingers trace the small tattoos and the ones that lead to his manhood. 
“fuck, yes baby?” he breathed and watched you take your plush lip between your teeth and sit back fully on his clothed cock. he let out a strained groaned and it brought a smile to your face. 
“can i suck your dick?,” you asked unabashedly, “i’ve always wanted to, wanted to taste you,” 
eddie was practically already close to exploding in his pants, and you felt the throbbing of his cock against your ass now that he’s fully hard. you were sure that a wet stain would be left on his light colored pajama pants.
“you can do whatever you want with me doll, i’m for your pleasure,” he said as he watched you slide back down between his knees, eddie spreading them so you had more room to lay between him, and you rubbed at the skin above the hem of his pants to admire the growing bulge that was asking for relief, pleading. 
“you’re so fucking pretty, baby, can’t fuckin’ believe i could’ve had you since the beginning,” he said in a hushed voice. 
you didn’t take long to drag his pants down to his ankles letting eddie kick them off as your eyes stayed pointed at his cock. it looked almost painful, for you and him. he was throbbing, his cock jerking against his abdomen. you salivated, looking at him as you grabbed his shaft at the base and softly stroked him lazily, looking at every vein, every little freckle, and the waay his slit dripped with beads of pre cum. 
it was a sight to see. you heard eddie’s low moans as he sat up against the headboard, getting a view of you jerking him. 
“you’re dick is so pretty,” you murdered as you watched your fingers tease his slit to use the precum as some sort of lubricant, massaging the head. he let you take full control of him, and the way he tries to buck into your fist made your cunt clench around nothing. 
“baby, please,” he begged as you kept your lazy pace up. he was craving your mouth and before he could ask again, you directed his tip into your mouth to let your tongue swirl and play with the angry head. 
“ah, fuck-shit,” he hissed, finally feeling your mouth envelop him entirely, not faltering when you tried to stuff as much of his as you possibly could. you hollow your cheeks as you sucked him gently twice, releasing him with a pop, and smiling. 
he was focused on only you, not the laughter that came from downstairs, not the crickets singing outside of the window, only the way you went back down to take him in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat this time and gagging. 
“my fuck- fuck oh my god,” he strained, letting his hands find your hair to get a better view of your face. 
“so fucking good, taking my dick so well baby,” he praised and you moaned with your mouth still taking all of him, keeping the steady pace of bobbing, up and down his shaft with a hand wrapped around his girth, following the same motion of your mouth. 
it was a euphoric feeling eddie had, to see his crush be the one to take, or try to take all of him. the girl he’d dream about, think about going down on, was laying between his legs playing with his cock like it is your favorite thing to do. 
and slowly, it was becoming your favorite thing. your air was coming in through your nostrils as you cupped his balls, using the slobber that was falling down his cock to massage and fondle them as you flattened your tongue under the base of his shaft, forcing yourself to take all of him. he was trying to cover his moans with pants, but it wasn’t happening.. 
“fuck, just like that, you’re fucking filthy,” he said sitting up fully now so the top of your head was touching his belly button, still letting your drool and spit create a mess under your hands. you were loving this even when your jaw was crying, you liked being the center of attention for eddie. 
you released him again with a long string of spit connecting from your lips to the head of his cock, sitting up on your knees to become eye level with him, still using the spit to jerk him. your grip tightened, loosened, and teased around his red tip to watch his buck, and jerk his body to you. 
“need you to fuck me, please,” you asked politely, the spit still on your chin, your eyes watery and your nose a little runny. taking all of him was impossible for you, maybe with his help he’d be able to squeeze the rest of him down your throat to make room, but that was for another time. 
eddie’s eyes were on yours, then back between your two bodies to see how your hand worked against him, he felt the heat building up in his stomach, feeling the strings snapping with every stroke. 
before he could even release, he grabbed your wrist and halted your movements, using your vulnerability to flip you on your back, gripping your wrists beside your head. 
“so you do want me?” he queried, and you giggled. 
“no eddie, of course i don’t want you, i’m totally not soaking my panties right now,” you said unbelievably sarcastic as he moved to kiss your cheeks, your neck, licking your jawline and kissing you once more on your lips before he straddle you. 
“you’re gonna lay there, your hands up just like this, and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it, yeah?” he shifted, his voice dark and his eyes pitch black as he grinds his naked cock into your thin shorts. 
“eddie,” you pleaded, not wanting to keep your arms in the fixed position he held them in. 
“need you out of these fucking clothes now,” he said and immediately yanked your shorts and panties down, moving to your shirt. 
“take it off for me,” he encouraged and you did, reaching your tank and arching your back to get rid of it. he marveled at your complete nakedness, spreading your legs to situate himself between them. lifting your legs in the air while spreading them, eddie leaned back to take a mental picture of the way your pussy was dripping for him. slick sliding between the cheeks of your ass, over your hole and onto the bed sheets. 
“this all for me? no one else?” he asked as he tugged on his cock, stroking himself. 
“yes, you, only you, please,” you were bracing for the impact of his hardness pressing and stretching you out, but instead you felt the pads of his fingers trace down your tits, to your belly, to your fupa, and spreading the fat of your pussy lips to see all of you completely.
what he conjured up in his mind was nothing near the actual sight. it was breathtaking, the way your hair fell into a ring around your head, how your tits moved and jumped with every movement you made, the way your belly creased and curved with your legs mid air, the way your thighs looked so meaty with his inbetween. this was heaven, and you were god. 
he watched you completely as he sat back on his achilles, your legs still spread for him like the good girl you were, and teasing your clit. 
“i need to taste you,” eddie groaned, taking the wetness from your clenching hole up to your clit, rubbing smooth circles. 
“eddie, no fuck, please i wanna be full, please,” you moaned, louder than you intended, “you’re just so fucking big, and fucking pretty i just need t’ feel you, need all of you please eddie, give it to me,” 
he’d never seen you so fucking responsive, so vocal with him. he was remembering the way your voice dripped with urgency, and seduction. he couldn’t ever tell you no, even in circumstances of being fully clothed and feet away from each other. 
“just a taste, please baby,” he bargained, too distracted with the way your cunt sounded as he plays with your pussy. he was teasing your hole at this point, threatening to let you feel the stretch of one finger until he got too impatient to wait for your answer. he quickly dove down onto his stomach, letting his arms hook around your thighs and latching onto your cunt like a fucking bottle. 
“you-what the fu-, my god,” you tried to spit it out, but fuck his tongue swirling around your clit and the way his fingers kept your lips spread made you grind against his hand, moving your hands from where eddie told you to keep them and into his curly hair before he pulled up and landed a small slap on your pussy. he watched in enjoyment as it jiggled. 
“what’d i tell ya, keep those fucking hands right there baby, be good for me yeah?” he breathed, going back down to lay on his stomach, arms hooked even tighter now. Your hands were thrown up above your head, gripping onto the edge of the bed to stop yourself from yanking his long hair. 
“eddie, please, fuck,” you moaned out, the feeling of his finger inching inside you was a fucking tease. 
“shit, didn’t know you’d be this tight for me, needa stretch you a little bit, that okay?” 
“yes, fuck eddie it’s okay, just, fuck i need more,” you found yourself out of breath, eddie’s arm reaching from your thigh to toy with your nipple, watching every reaction he pulled from you. 
“pretty fucking pussy baby, look at you, taking my fingers so good for me,” he continued with the praises, the small words as he released your clit to focus on the way you were sucking his fingers, your walls gripping him tight. 
“fuck baby, cum for me, need to taste more of you,” he groaned, unable to help himself when his puts you back into the position of having your calves resting on his shoulders. until he folds you even more with his large hands, to where your knees are touching your shoulders, or at least as far as he could bend you to his preferred shape with your belly in the way. but he liked it, he loved seeing you so mendable for him, pushing your limits of how much you can take. 
he wanted you to be pon full display for him, being able to see both holes shine with your wetness.he practically held your ankles bound together to push against your chest, going back down for the third time to watch your cunt spread for him like this, to watch how you leaked down to your asshole. 
he licked a wide stripe from your clit to your asshole, licking and spitting on your tight hole to start rubbing his thumb to create a ring of spit on it. 
“tell me you want me, princess,” he ordered, eyes trained on the sight in front of him. 
“eddie i want you, fuck, fu-,” you breathed and tried to gasp for air, “need it,” 
“so good baby, look at you holding those pretty legs for me, let me eat you right,” you didn’t even notice your hands went from the edge of the bend to your legs, holding yourself spread open just for him. If anyone walked in right now, they’d see everything. 
the way you were laid for him made you wetter by the second, never being folded or manhandled this way, but as he grabs the cheeks of your ass to move and spread them, he spits on your cunt again and goes back to brutally assaulting your oversensitive bud. 
that pressure on your spine was familiar, and the way you felt tingles spread from your inner thighs to the rest of your body, even your legs going weak as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. it was beautiful, mesmerizing even the way he ate your pussy. it was pornographic, the slurping and wet sounds were only growing louder as eddie shook his head, his ose rubbing against your clit when he goes to lick and fuck your hole with his tongue at the same time. 
“i’m, cum, gonna-fuck eddie, im fuck-” you couldn’t even get it out before your eyes were clenched, your pussy pulsing and throbbing, pushing all of your release out of your hole where eddie was to lick up every drop.
the moans were eccentric, he’d never heard you this way and seeing you come undone because of him made his cock scream for touch. it was something he could listen to for hours, only wanting to finger fuck you and eat your sweet cunt just so he could listen to the little noises that made him feral.
“need to feel you sweet girl, let me fill this pussy,” he lets your legs fall from where they rested after you went slack during your orgasm, letting your feet plant on the bed bent at the knees. 
“can’t fucking  think when you’re looking at me like that, princess, do you want me to cum already?” he smiled, watching you watch him with pure adoration and desire, not seeing him as a freak or a lowlife.  
he saw your softness in your eyes, soothing a part of him that has never been healed until now. 
“please, eddie i want you to make me cum again,” you gasped, lifting your head a little to look over your stomach as much as you can, now letting your eyes lazily travel between eddie’s eyes and where he prodes your entrance with his tip. 
he took pride in the way he made you feel, how you looked sweaty and cockdrunk already. he couldn’t get enough of your frizzy hair surrounding you, and the smell of your shampoo mixing with sweat. 
“can’t believe you want me, you’re unbelievable,” he said, letting his cock slip between the fat of your pussy lips. he wanted to be covered in you, all of you. 
“you’re so big, eddie,” you groaned, feeling his length slip back and forth between your wetness. 
“you want it, baby? want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” he asked, his palm flat against the bed next to your head, gripping his manhood with the other. 
“fuck eddie, yes i need it, need all of you fuck,” you cried, gripping thr back of his neck to lift your head a little, watching your hips try to pushed down on him. 
“let me watch you take it, yeah? wanna see you stretch just for me, only for me,” 
he sat up on his knees and spread your legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders as he admired your glistening sex. every part of you felt like you were burning up, all of your nerves subsiding and turning into pure greed for him, your want stronger than anything else. 
he pushed in slowly, softly, watching the fat head slip and disappear into your tight hole. 
“holyfuckingshit,” he rushed, watching you take him with a little resistance. it felt like a sting, but spreading into pleasure when you feel his balls against your asshole, filling you up completely. 
now, he pressed into your legs to fold you again, this time he was able to watch you and force you to see him as he ruined you for anyone else. 
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he was out of breath already, the few slow strokes he did to the sound of your moans were to stretch you enough for him to lose control on you. 
“so, f-, so fucking big,” you almost felt the wind get knocked out of you as you feel the loss of his warmth and length, only to be pushed back into you with more force. hitting the back of your cervix repeatedly, he was lazily smiling at the sounds you were making for him. 
“oh baby, there you go, sound so fucking pretty for me,” he encouraged, letting his arms hook around your thighs for more leverage. he pushed you up a little further, almost bringing your chest to your chin as he pounded you harder. 
“e-eh, fuck, eddie, s’ lot- it’s, oh eddie,” you cried watching him, grinning with an open mouth as he pants out groans and moans from the way you gripped his cock. felt better than anything and anyone he’s ever fucked. 
“what, too much for my pretty girl? what happened?” he cooed, “thought you were, fucking hell, thought you could handle it,” he teased, taking your legs from his shoulders and using his hands to grip at your ankles, spreading further so that your legs are flailing in the air as he fucks you. 
it was fucking intense. you couldn’t make sense of anything but him buried inside you, the way your cunt twitched and squeezed around him, and just how close you were to another orgasm. 
“fuck, this pussy is mine.” he growled, gripping the fat of your stomach and waist, massaging, “always gonna be mine, sweet baby.” 
“tell me, sweetheart . tell me whose pussy this is and i’ll, jesus fucking christ,” he was cut off by the clenching of your cunt, your hole rapidly pulsing as his two fingers dove down to play with your clit, rubbing in lazy fast circles. 
“i’ll let you cum, tell me baby,” he urged and you tried to form the words, but nothing but sounds were coming out. the way your breasts jumped with every hard thrust, the way your fat jiggled on your thighs and tummy, how smooth and warm you felt under him, he was losing his mine. 
not to mention your little sounds. the whimpers, the silent begging, the cries and gasps for air, it was going straight to his cock that was already starting to twitch from your eyes on him. 
“it’s yours eddie, only you fill me up like this, please,” you finally mustered up the words, and you felt your own ball in your tummy growing bigger and bigger with the way you obsered eddie. 
out of breath, his hair was clinging to his sticky face and his silver chains he never took off dangled above you. you watched as his muscles flexed and gripped the hard biceps when he pulled you in for an embrace, holding you as he fucked you. 
your forehead rested against his right shoulder, peeking down to watch the sloppy mess between you grow wetter and messier. he looked down with you, pressing kisses into your damp hair and face. 
“look at that baby, creamin’ all on my dick, my fucking messy girl,” he was aggressive, more aggressive than you’d ever seen him and so much more filthy than anyone could comprehend. 
“look so good, fucking me,” you whispered, not even trying to get him to hear but he did. and he was encouraged by it, looking down again as he heard your labored pants in his ear. it was a beautiful sight. 
your pussy lips enveloped him completely, letting his length reach the deepest parts of you over and over again. your arousal was dripping down your ass even more now that the two of your juices were mixing together, and forming a white-ish ring around his cock. and it just kept building with every thrust, sending your pussy to clench around him again. 
your head was completely empty, nothing but the sensation of being filled to the brim over and over. it was incredible, and having already reached your peak once, to do it again was going to ruin you. 
he was already ruining you, the way he turned so dirty so fast, how he spoke to you and watched you completely. he took all of you in as much as he could and let himself watch you undo beneath him. 
“cum on my dick, baby,” he said, “pussy feels so fucking good sweet girl, don’t wanna fuckin’ pull out,” he sounded like he was slurring, and his fingers went faster on your overstimulating bud. 
he felt the clench of your cunt at his words. “aw you like that? wanna be full of me? give you my babies?” 
it was impossible not to scream no, tell him that mentioning babies was practically a threat to you, but the way he moaned those words as his hand went up to your throat just to grab a hold of you, and his other started to toy with your nipples. 
“eddie,” you dragged, crying out with your back arching when you felt your buildup finally crash over him. you didn’t even need to tell him, he could feel it by the way you twitched and how you clenched so hard you practically pushed him out of you. 
“fuck baby,” he said as he fucked your hole with his tip, the feeling of the curve and edge of the fat cockhead was a different sensation, and as he kept fucking you like that, slow and soft, you felt an oddity in your new buildup. 
it was faster, stronger, and as he teased your hole with just his tip, you were cumming again, but this time it was wet. you could heard the small gush over his cock, coating him and his pelvic bone as he gleamed at the sight below him and feeling his own release starting to snap. 
“fuck, eddie please, you fuck me so good,” you breathed as you pulled him flush to your chest, letting him still slip in and out of you lazily. 
“fill me, please, fuck i don’t care i need it, mark me, make me yours. please, its your pussy please cum inside of me,” you whispered in his ear in a cry, scratching down his pale back as he moaned against you. the vibrations of his noises sent a tingle all over your body, your nipples hardening again. 
the thought of eddie getting you pregnant was intense. for you at least, for eddie, he thought it was the best decision to ever make. of course he’d fill you up. why would he have the opportunity and not take it? he wanted everyone to see you knocked up with the freak’s baby, he wanted everyone to know even if you were too smart and too goddess looking for him, he had you. 
it was even sending another pulse to your cunt, letting your weak and abused hole tiredly clench on his. you were losing your breath at this point, you’d never been fucked and pleasured like this ever, never for this long either. 
he made sure to worship you, to cherish you, to make you feel sexy. he wanted to make you see what he saw, make you feel the way you made him feel. and this was it. 
he was falling in love with you, the way he felt like you were made for him even now was pulling at his insides, pulling hard enough to finally let him still his hips inside of you and letting his cock twitch at the deepest part of your cunt. 
“fucking, mine. my fucking pussy,” he groaned into your chest, your hands gripping in his hair and rubbing on his scalp. 
“s’ yours, only yours,” you said softly as you felt his cock twitch even more, until he groaned and slipped out of you. 
it was a new feeling, still feeling full even though all contact was lost between you two. still feeling warmth inside your cunt, until you felt the mixture of both of your releases leaking out of your hole and sliding down your ass. your eyes were closed after he got off of you, and you weren’t sure how he put on his clothes so fast but when the door opened again you saw him walk back in with a wet rag. 
“baby?” he asked, craning his neck to see your face in the dark. 
“mmm?” you hummed, still laying on your back after turning your head back to the ceiling. 
“let me clean you up and we can go to bed, does that sound good princess?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to separate your legs again. 
you expected to feel the coldness of the rag, but you instead felt his fingers softly spreading your pussy lips apart and it sent a chill through you. 
“look so good like this, fuck, i think i really truly want to die by your pussy. please?” he said, letting his finger dip his cum back inside of your whole. 
“eddie,” you dragged, clenching your thighs together. he just smiled and chuckled a little. 
“alright, lets get cleaned up and you can take my shirt,” 
you lay there, trusting eddie as your eyes fluttered closed and felt him wipe between your legs and wipe your thighs, finding his shirt that he threw on a chair in the corner to bring back to you, but he already hears the soft snores coming from your body. 
he shook you a little before you finally opened your eyes again and smiled sheepishly at him, before listening to his commands and following them, still half asleep. 
all he asked was that you sit up and raise your arms, and he tugged the faded iron maiden shirt that was too big for him, but fitting just loose enough on you. before he could even pull the covers over you, still with your eyes closed, you gripped the blankets and pulled them over your bare legs up to your chin, and nestled into the softness. 
eddie was a man who did his fair share of sleeping around, with all types of people, and he’s been with older, smaller, skinnier, taller, bigger. but being with you, watching you and being able to sleep next to you was a fucking blessing he didn’t deserve. 
so he indulged in it, letting himself wrap you in his arms and holding you until you push him off because you’re too sweaty. 
but you don’t do that. you let eddie hold you all night even after hardly any words were exchanged after. and in your dream that night besides dreaming about your future with eddie, was a dream of you thanking robin and steve for their ridiculously foul plan. 
a ridiculous foul plan that worked. 
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Nerdy S/O 🎮 📖 🧛
The guys and their uniquely nerdy S/Os who they love!
Soap 🧼, Ghost 👻 , König 👑 x GNREADER
Soap + Cosplayer 🧛
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• Johnny had met you when you were both at a bar, You typically werent too into the bar scene but it had lead you to meet the man of your dreams.
• Afterall who could resist that Scottish Charm?
• It had been 3 years of bliss shared between the two of you-
• Johnny knew from the beginning you were- quite the Nerd. He found it cute however! Even if he didn't understand it fully-
• Often getting back from deployment in the nice flat the two of you shared to see you dancing around listening to music while stitching some sort of fabric together.
• Johnny spent hours with you, Enjoying the craft of building your costumes and often wanting to join in the fun. Even if he knew nothing of the media this was involved in.
• "What is this costume for again?" He asked setting down the freshly cut foam to the side while you glued your peices down on some fabric-
• "This my Darling is a costume from the 1999 Mummy with Brendan Fraser" You say cheerfully as you stitch the costume.
• "Movie?-" He questions and you comfirm "Movie-"
• Will eventually start watching the Movies and TV shows with you. And gets really really into them as well- Turns into a big fantasy guy
• "Love- I want to cosplay with you at the next convention.. I wanna be a elf" He said shyly
• You damn near cry at this and hug him "Oh Honey I've waited to hear those words!"
• "I need to do the inseam-" You mumbled as you measured inbetween the man's leg to get the measurment.
• Will definitely want to roleplay in the bedroom. Feels like it has opened a new door for him and is more then excited-
• Comes in dressed like Han Solo with a wide grin- Fake gun and all on his hip as you laid on the bed in your own costume. "I do believe that you ruined my last smuggling trip- Sorry darling but you'll be paying for that another way"
• Will show you and his costumes off when he visits friends on base. Showing the last convention the two of you went to together- if anyone gives him shit he has no issue punching them.
Simon + Book Nerd 📖
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• You and Simon had been married for years, the famed Lieutenant knowing from when he first met you that you were a book fiend
• It was a major part of you- And one he adored
• Simon was quite the reader himself but truthfully not as deep as you. Havibg seen you so engrossed in stories before that you forgot to eat.
• But books were also how you showed love.
• "Love, I know this is a long deployment for you.. so I want to send these with you so you don't get bored" You say softly, holding up a 3 book series to your husband as he prepared for his job.
• Of course he accepted and read them while on his missions.
• Enjoys whatever you give him, be it fantasy, sci-fi, historical fiction or what have you. He will always read them through and even take a note so he can talk to you about them later.
• Will also love when you read outloud to him
• "Honey I just got this series I want you to check out" You called out excitedly as you rush to your husband who is watching his Football (Soccar) game and sees you holding the collectors box. Calmly mutes the TV and gestures for you to sit and read out loud to him the new book.
• He had built you a library and Many shelves to store your hoard of books and got you a special couch to sit in and read.
• Does have a deep appreciation for Spicy Books and will happily warm up to prepare for your want to experiment.
• He had gotten you the book 'Den of Vipers' and had heard from the book store owner it was a spicy one- so he waited.. It took a few hours but you came into the bedroom flushed face. Simon having already stretched and was ready-
• He also knew about your fanfiction even if you were embarrassed and secretive about it. Occasionally you'd let him read over your work, which he would appreciate and genuinely enjoy the stories.
• Also will grab books while he is on his deployments or secretly read your fics on his phone.
• Buring a Mission he is stuck in a book store, as he is ready for the attack he spots one of the fantasy books you had wanted that had sold put before you got your little hands on it... so he slips it into the vest of his armor and goes on with his mission.
• Saved him 50£ anyway-
König + Gamer 🎮
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• When you and König start dating he is a bit surprised by you playing video games.
• He was taught it was something children do- so to see his Partner playing is a big surprise for him.
• However you help him open his eyes to the media and introduce him to the fun interactive stories and escapism that video games help you with.
• This peaks his interest and ask to join your gaming adventure.
• "Schatz are you sure about this?" He ask softly as you get him to play some Mario Kart 8. He's nervous at first but after a round his competitive spirit comes out and gets very good quickly- Cheering loudly as he wins and gets first place.
• After this a massive gaming room is built in his home for the two of you to share. König now understanding why you love games so much and supports you hobby fully.
• Even if it's a very expensive one.
• The two of you having funny cute arguments over the games subtitles or language.
• "I want it in German with English subtitles so I can practice" You wine as König shakes his head- "Liebling I want English with German subtitles"
• This often ending with the two of you giggling together over it and a passionate session between the two of you.
• Will support you wanting to decorate the home with some gamer merchandise and even gets his own to throw in there.
• Will eventually start playing some other games without you. Something to help him relax and take his mind off things-
• Mainly Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing are his favorite at the moment. It helps him unwind after his deployments
• After the hardest of deployments will just want to relax with you and watch you.
• Will love to just have the two of you cuddle in a warm bed and watch game play videos if you guys aren't up to playing a certain game. YouTube being a wonderful addition
• Will download some games on a burner smartphone he keeps and play it in his bunks. If it's multi-player will invite you to join him so the two of you can spend this time together even at a far distance.
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☆ « 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 » ☆
♡ ~ dom!micheal afton x sub!gn!afab!reader ~ ♡
♪ smut request: micheal surprises reader on their birthday!
♪ a/n: i absolutely love this request anon! i hope you enjoy this smutty fic <3. i hope i did a good job with your vague request :]. it does have a wholesome fluff around the end that is very romantic <3. this fic is based in modern times :D! also, very sorry if my writing's bad or seems rushed, it wasn't, that's just how my writing looks to me (the end was rushed though). i'm also sorry that there's so many warnings, i just don't want to trigger anyone😭.
♪ songs that vibe with the fic: "Clair de Lune, L. 32" by Claude Debussy or "It's Been a Long, Long Time" by Kitty Kallen for the romantic part (Kitty Kallen is for the 40s-60s type love <3). "The Hills" by The Weeknd or "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails for the smut part (such good music that match the vibes😩💙).
♪ warnings (non sexual): mdni, 18+, modern!au, reader's and Micheal's age is mentioned, reader's height isn't mentioned but they are shorter than Micheal, honestly this doesn't have a major plot LMFAO, vulgar language (obviously), established relationship, reader uses they/them pronouns but has an afab body, reader wears feminine clothing and uses binder, one mention of bullying, beginning explains backstory, a few mentions of the reader being pretty/beautiful, Micheal calls reader petnames (baby, darling, love, etc), no use of y/n or anything like that, angst at the end, probably not proofread fully - there might be spelling/grammar mistakes :(
♪ warnings (sexual): piv, switches between soft!dom!Micheal and hard!dom!Micheal, creampie, no condom but reader is on birth control (please use protection irl, it's hard to have a baby), dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, bondage, oral sex (reader receiving), praise kink, degrading kink (only used for "good [insert pronouns]" praises), possessive!micheal, marking kink(??), a little edging, choking, slight breeding kink if ya squint, aftercare <3.
♪ fic starts under cut ♪
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You and Micheal have been together for awhile now, almost three years, since you two met in college. You and Micheal started out as friends, instantly having a connection. The connection was mostly because he was sweet and charming to you, his actions towards you were much different than other students at the college. You were bullied quite a bit, not as bad as your highschool bullies though, but Micheal helped you gain confidence and stand up for yourself. You both caught feelings fast, afraid to tell each other, until one fateful night. You kissed Micheal, telling him your feelings, to find out that the feelings were mutual. Soon after, you two started dating.
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Today was your 21st birthday, meaning that you were finally ready to drink alcohol. Micheal was only a year older than you, he sometimes had beer when he came over to your apartment. Those days he would let you take a sip then softly laugh at how your face would scrunch up in disgust from the taste and the burn in your throat from the beer.
The date you were on started out as one of the best dates you and Michael had, it was beautiful tonight. The sky was filled with stars, the moon was clear in the sky, there were no clouds in sight, it was absolutely beautiful and utterly peaceful. The weather was amazing as you sat outside the restaurant, the one you and Micheal were at right now. The outside table you were at, was a perfect spot to see the distant mountains that were scattered around the small town of Hurricane, Utah. The cool air had a nice breeze, making the temperature much better than it was earlier that day.
You and Micheal had already ordered your food, two medium-rare steaks, mashed potatoes, and a small salad for you. The food smelled and looked amazing.
♪ a/n: i'm sorry if your vegan/vegetarian, you could pick your own choice of food <3! now, let the sinful actions commence :D!
Micheal had been hiding the tent in his pants he saw you in that little dress you wore for the date, that was an hour ago. He couldn't help it, the dress hugged your body perfectly. The dressed hugged you so well, the hem of the dress reaching the top of your thighs, it was a short black turtleneck dress with short-sleeves. He could see the subtle outline of your binder through the dress, your tits practically gone. Micheal wanted to fucking devour you while at the restaurant and on the way to the restaurant.
He observed you as you ate your food, making sure to eat his own food occasionally to make sure he wasn't caught staring. Honestly, you were oblivious about his hunger for you, you were too focused on how pretty everything was around you, plus, you were also focused on how amazing the food was.
When you finished your food, you wiped your mouth before looking at Micheal with a smile. He smiled back, grabbing your hand and kisses your palm. You blush slightly from the affectionate kiss to your palm, making Micheal's pants feel tighter. He called over the waiter and paid for the meal, leading you out of the restaurant with graceful strides. Although his strides were graceful, he seemed to be in a rush to get you home..
You two went into his car, his hands immediately buckling you in with a kiss to your cheek before driving off after he buckled himself too.
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Almost as soon as you and Micheal entered your apartment, Micheal was already kissing your lips with a gentle but passionate pace. His hands were on your waist as he kissed you, his grip a bit tight as the hunger he felt for you slowly overwhelmed his body and actions.
"i have a surprise for you, my dear." He mumbled against the kiss, pulling away to breathe. You looked so pretty like this to him, face flushed pink, your eyes hazy with lust, your breathing heavy, and your lips puffy because of only him. He could feel pride and possessiveness course through his blood from the sight of the effect he had on you. He quickly grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom, gently pushing you onto the bed.
Micheal slowly bent down over your figure, his lips immediately latching onto yours, this time his kiss filled with lust and hunger. One of his hands slowly slid up from your thigh, across your stomach, to one of your tits that was covered by the binder you were wearing. He could feel your hard nipples through the binder and dress, making him let out a soft chuckle before he pulled away from the kiss to stare into your eyes.
"do you want this, darlin'?" His voice was husky with lust as he asked permission, a small smirk on his face when you nodded. "speak up, dear." He commanded, the smirk on his face getting bigger as he watched your body shiver in anticipation.
"please, touch me." You whisped in a breathless voice, the tone in your voice soft as your panties got slick with arousal. Micheal groaned softly at your words, his pants now tighter as he thought about how he could touch you.
But, wouldn't it be more fun to tease you? To see you beg for only him? You'd look so fucking pretty writhing in pleasure underneath him, you'd know who you belonged to.
Micheal was a bit conflicted, after all.. it is your birthday. He finally decided his next move, the smirk on his face completely gone as he stared at your smaller form with pure hunger. He slowly leaned down and kissed your neck, his hand that was on your chest cupping your throat in a gentle choking manner. Micheal didn't add preasure to your neck, he just rested it there as he kissed up and down your neck, leaving small hickeys. His other hand, that wasn't on your neck, trailed down to the top your thigh.. just below the hem of your dress. The action made you let out a soft, desperate whine from his subtle teasing.
He chuckled softly at your reaction, a faux sympathetic expression on his handsome but sharp face before pulling away from your neck and looking at you face-to-face. His hot breath fanned your lips as your eyes stared into his, the air getting thicker with lust as you two stared at each other. He studied your features with "concern" in his eyes, his brows scrunched together.
"is something the matter, dear?" He asked in a soft whisper, his deep and husky voice laced with faux sympathy. He almost sound like he was mocking you, the sound of his voice making your body tempature rise with lust and anticipation. You were excited about what he might do to you, you would probably let him do anything he wanted to you and enjoy it. He took note of the small shiver your body did, his ego growing bigger along with the possessive feelings that he had in this moment. He leaned down by your ear, his hot breath now fanning the shell of your ear.
"baby, you need to tell what you want or i can't help you." His voice was low as he spoke, the slight British accent mixing in with a Southern accent that he developed from living in Utah with his family, the British accent from when he talked with his father. The mixed accent made you let out a soft gasp, along with how Micheal's hand finally cupped your lace white panties under your dress.
"please.. need you, Micheal-!" You cried out in desperation, feeling his thumb, from the hand that was cupping your panty-covered cunt, gently rub your clit through the panties. He tutted disapprovingly at how you called him by his name, making him pull back his hand for a brief moment. You hadnt heard his disapproving sound when he made it, you were too focused on how badly you needed him in that moment.
"Micheal, please —" You started begging, getting cut off as a cry escaped your lips from the gentle but firm smack, on your panty-covered pussy, that Micheal gave you.
"that's not my name, darlin', and you know it." Micheal said lowly, his voice deep and animalistic, the sound of his voice almost like a deep animalistic growl. You gasped softly, not answering him, as his thumb rubbed your clit again, this time in a rough manner. Micheal's hand on your throat tightened a little, a gentle but firm preasure now on your throat. The pressure wasn't too hard, just enough to make you feel a little lightheaded and your mind hazy.
But, you not answering Micheal didn't please him at all, his hand on your cunt now giving your cunt another slap, this time was much harder. You cried out again, choking out a sob from the pleasureful pain of your, now sticky panties, rubbing against your clit, along with the overstimulating feeling your clit was receiving between the slaps and stickiness of your panties.
"no — 'm sorry, daddy!" You cried out with a soft sob, hot tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall, from the feeling of your overstimulated clit and the sweet sting the forceful slaps left on your throbbing pussy. Micheal left out a soft hum of approval, his hand on your throat loosening and the hand on your cunt gently rubbing your clit through the thin, stick panties you still had on. He leaned up to your face as he continued his motions on your cunt, moving his hand to gently grip your chin as he pecked you lips. He pulled away and went back to your cunt, your panties to his eye-level now.
Micheal slid his hand down from your chin, down your tummy, before having both hands grip the edge of your panties from under the dress you were wearing. He looked up at you, his eyes silently asking you for permission. You gave him a soft nod, a soft, reassuring smile on his face before he lowered his body as he got on his knees on the floor. He slid his hands from under your dress, to your waist, and pulled you closer to the edge, his face now in front of your panty-covered cunt. His face was serious again, the hunger that he had for you evident. He gently out your legs on his shoulders, spreading you open so he could see your cunt clearly.
The action made your face flush pink in embarrassment and excitement, anticipation filled your mind as filthy thoughts raced around in your mind. You didn't even notice that Micheal had already pulled your panties off you and bunched your dress up to your waist, you were too focused on pushing away the thoughts that were racing in your mind. Your attention didn't go back to the present until your thoughts got cut off by Micheal giving your bare cunt a soft lick, making you cry out in surprise. Your legs shook a bit as pleasure filled your body, the familiar feeling of your tummy getting hot with anticipation, the familiar knot of pleasure forming in your tummy already. Micheal let out a soft hum from your reaction, your head falling back onto the bedsheets as the vibrations of his hum filled your body with pleasure.
Micheal slowly licked up and down your lips, teasing you. Soft whimpers escaped your lips from the almost overwhelming pleasure of Micheal's teasing, making you bite your lip to keep the noises that bubbled up in your throat slip out. Micheal noticed this and pulled back, making you lift up your head and look at him with a confused expression.
"let me hear those noises, dear. i want to hear you, 'kay? you don't want to be punished d'ya?" His voice was low and animalistic as he spoke, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of anger. You nodded quickly, causing a warning slap on your ass. You gasped from the feeling of the slap, the gasp immediately forming into a soft whimper from the comforting sting the slap left.
"yes daddy." You whispered, earning a soft hum from Micheal before he leaned down again and kissed along the top of your thighs, leaving hickeys and bite marks that were seen scattered around your thighs. As he finally reached your pussy again, he kissed your clit, making a soft whimper escaping your lips from the feeling. He chuckled softly before licking your cunt again, this time slowly picking up his pace as he kept licking.
Once Micheal had found a pace he liked, he licked and sucked your pussy like a man who hadn't ate a proper meal in days. The feeling made you moan his name repeatedly, the knot in your tummy getting tighter as he continued his pace. Micheal could feel your cunt tighten on nothing as he continued eating you out, soft hums occasionally leaving his now puffy lips. Your arousal had dripped onto your thighs, Micheal's face, and the bedsheets - the bedsheets now having a small puddle of your arousal on the edge, where you were laying down. Your hands flew down to Micheal and gripped his shaggy brown hair as he slipped his tongue in your tight hole, a soft cry leaving your lips as your back arched off the bed just a tad.
You could feel the knot in your tummy tighten, your cunt tightening around Micheal's tongue as he thrusted his tongue into your mercilessly. You moaned loudly as Micheal teased your hole with a finger, his tongue still thrusting into you in a rough pace.
Your orgasm was approaching quickly and Micheal knew it, so he decided to pull away completely to tease you, his head now just a few inches away from your cunt as he breathed heavily. The action made you let out a choked sob of desperation as you started to beg for him. "daddy —please, need to cum —" You whispered with a soft, begging whine in your voice, your hands desperately trying to pull him back to you by gently tugging his hair towards you with another whine, making him grip both of your wrists tightly, but not too tight, with one hand and pull them away from his hair. He slowly stood up, making sure not to hurt you in the process, and look at you with a stern look.
"no. only good sluts get to cum." Micheal whispered harshly, his voice husky with an animalistic tone, his voice practically a growl. He leaned down, his face to your eye-level. His hot, heavy breath fanned your lips as he looked at you with wide, lustful eyes. He let go of your hands before standing up with a stern expression on his face. Your orgasm quickly dissapeared, making you have a soft pout on your lips. "don't move your hands, keep them above your head." He commaned, his tone harsh but it had a hint of gentleness underneath the harsh tone. He walked over to one of the dressers in the bedroom, pulling open a drawer that you knew all too well.
Your ears practically perked up like a bunny's would from the familiar sound of metal making a — clink! — sound as the metal hit one another. You lifted your head just enough so you could see what Micheal was grabbing, making your eyes widened a bit as you saw what he had grabbed. Micheal had grabbed his favorite toy, the black leather cuffs that always made you wet no matter what. The small chain that kept them together and/or hook onto something drooping slightly as Micheal held in a lazy grip, his hand flexing slightly as held them. The sight of his hand made your face get a bit red, memories of how many times he had choked you and touched you with his hand.
You had zoned out from your thoughts, not noticing how Micheal was looking at you with a dark — hungry — look, that was until you heard Micheal's heavy footsteps again.
Your eyes quickly flicked back to him, your lips parting as you stared up at him with — slightly — wide, lustful eyes. He smirked darkly down at your smaller form, his usual blue hazel eyes now a dark blue with hints of green in them still. You slowly gulped, your body starting to slightly tremble as anticipation once again filled your mind and body. Micheal helped you sit up after he set the cuffs onto the bed, taking off your dress and binder. He gently rubbed the little red line that the binder left, gently kissing along the line of it that was in the front.
He picked up the leather cuffs and motioned for you to hold out your wrists, your body immediately following his directions as if it were on autopilot. He hummed in approval, strapping the leather handcuffs onto your wrists, tugging onto the chain that kept them together, testing the cuffs.
A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he saw that the cuffs were tight enough for you not to move very well, one of his hands gently gripping the chain and helping you move up to the headboard. He quickly grabbed a leather belt that was on the floor and tied it to the headboard of the bed, wrapping it around the chain of the leather cuffs and keeping your hands above your head. He tugged on the belt, testing the belt to see if it would loosen. He let out another soft hum as he saw that the leather belt was tight enough and kept your hands pinned above your head, your wrists not able to move. He gave you look of — does it hurt? — a smile gracing his lips when you shook your head.
Micheal slowly pulled you down, making sure to not hurt you as he made the position more comfortable for you. He leaned down and kissed your lips in a slow, gentle pace, his hands spread on the bedsheets on both sides of your form as he kissed you. You let out a soft whine as he kissed you, your arms jerking a bit as you tried to touch him. He let out a soft chuckle from your actions, knowing that you were a bit irritated with the handcuffs that wouldn't let you move. He pulled back from the kiss to breathe, enjoying the way that your body was trembling under him when he hadn't even done anything. You looked so fucking pretty to Micheal as you stared up at him with pleading eyes, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes as they threatened to fall. Micheal looked at the tears in your eyes, his eyes growing darker as the possessiveness he felt got stronger, everything in him telling him to make you cry so you knew that you only belonged to him.
Micheal stepped away from the bed, finally stripping out of his clothes. Once he had his everything else except his boxers off, he breifly palmed himself through his boxers before taking them off, his cock pink and the veins bulging. You stared at him with hunger, watching as he slowly stroked his hard cock with his spit, his eyes full of hunger as he stared at your body. He stopped stroking himself and walked back to your spread out body that was on the bed, sitting in between your spread legs with a small smirk. He maintained eye contact as he gently rubbed himself up and down your bare pussy, gathering your arousal.
Your pussy was absolutely drenched, the small puddle on the bedsheets now a bit bigger from how wet you were. Micheal lined himself up with your hole before looking at you with a slightly concerned expression, he was silently asking for permission. You nodded, giving him permission to slip inside you. He gave you a soft smile before looking back down at your pussy, bumping his cock into your clit in a teasing manner. The action made you gasp, the gasp turning into a silent scream, the silent scream now a whimper as he slowly pushed himself inside you with a groan.
You whimpered softly as Micheal slowly entered your warm, tight hole, his cock already filling you up even though he wasn't even fully inside you yet. Your head tilted back as a low moan escaped your lips from the feeling of his cock filling you up more, a soft whimper escaping your lips as your hands gripped the leather cuffs. Micheal slowly leaned forward, softly shushing you as an attempt to comfort you.
"you're 'kay dear, 'm almost there.." Micheal whispered as he leaned forward, kissing your cheek. He slammed fully into you with a groan, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss to swallow the loud cry that escaped your puffy lips. He kept himself all the way inside your hole, staying still so you could get used to his size. It still amazed Micheal how tight you were despite having sex with him almost everyday. Micheal looked down at your smaller form, watching how your tits were so exposed as your head tilted back a little, your lips parted as soft whimpers slip out. Micheal kept still, waiting for your permission to move.
The pain from Micheal's size subsided, the pain now pleasure. You moved your hips up as best as you could to test out the feeling of him, a low moan escaping your lips as you rested your head on a pillow to look up at Micheal. Micheal looked at you with the silent question for permission, getting a nod from you. Micheal slowly thrusted forward, a low groan escaping his lips from the feeling of how tight your cunt was. The action made you moan, the soft noise making Micheal twitch inside your cunt. He kept a slow pace for now, the knot in your tummy from earlier coming back.
Micheal looked at you with lustful eyes as he slowly thrusted into you, keeping the pace agonizingly slow so he could make you beg for him. It worked, soon enough you were a babbling mess of — "please, faster-! need you, daddy!" or "harder, daddy-! s- so good..!" — with small whimpers and whines escaping your lips, the desperation for him overwhelming your body, soul, and mind.
Micheal let out a low growl, an actual growl, finally setting the pace to a quicker one with his hips slamming into yours as he thrusted harder into your tight hole, the hard thrusts making you cry out and moan. Micheal stared down at your body, the possessive feelings getting overwhelming as he slid one of his hands to your throat and gripped it firmly, the grip still gentle though. Micheal pulled out, leaving just his tip inside you before slamming into you. He kept doing that until he heard you moan louder than you had earlier, almost making him go feral.
"that's right, moan for me." Micheal growled lowly, his hips slamming into yours in a harder pace as his larger body hunched over your smaller form. Your body shook as you felt the orgasm that was denied earlier approach much faster than before. Micheal could feel your cunt tightening on him, making him groan lowly as he slammed into you even harder.
"that's right darlin', cum for daddy. i want to feel you cum on my cock." He groaned lowly, his hand on your throat tightening a bit more. The grip wasn't too tight, just enough to make you a little lightheaded and brain hazy. As if on cue, the knot in your tummy snapped, a silent scream on your lips as your back arched off the bed and your head tilted back as you laid on the pillow. You came hard, your whole body practically trembling as you came, the feeling making Micheal groan. Micheal couldn't handle it anymore, his hips now slamming into yours hard as he thrusted into you with abandon, low growls and groans escaping his lips.
"fuck, such a good slut f' me. you're mine, darlin'." Micheal growled lowly, leaning down and capturing your lips in a rough kiss as he thrusted into you impossibly harder. "cum f' me again, dear. need to feel you again." Micheal groaned into the kiss, running his tongue across your bottom lip — asking for permission. You kept your lips closed with a soft giggle, making Micheal growl lowly. He thrusted sharply into you, making you gasp slightly. He took the chance and dove his tongue into your mouth, taking control of the kiss as he explored your mouth with his tongue. Micheal pulled away from the kiss and gripped your hips tightly with both hands, slamming into you harder — if that was even possible — his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust.
The pleasure was overwhelming for you, making you cum again with a cry. Your body shook under Micheal's grip as you came, your head tilting back, your back arching off the bed, and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Micheal looked down at your body as you came, speeding up his thrusts as he slammed into you even harder.
"i'm goin' to make you mine forever, baby.." Micheal whispered as he leaned down next to your ear, his breathing heavy as he fucked you through your orgasm. The overstimulation was too much for your body, making you cum again as you practically screamed from the overwhelming painful pleasure of Micheal's thrusts and the overstimulation you were experiencing. Micheal's thrusts got sloppy as he chased his orgasm, slamming into you harder a few times before he slammed himself fully inside you.
Micheal stayed still as he came inside you with a low groan, the groan sounding a lot like a growl. His cum filled you up to the brim, a low moan escaping your lips as your tummy felt scorching hot from how much cum was inside you. Micheal stared down at your body, watching how full your cunt looked with his cock fully inside you. You looked absolutely beautiful with his cock stuffed inside you so deeply. Micheal stayed in place for a few minutes, enjoying how it felt to have you so full of him inside you.
Eventually Micheal slowly pulled out of you, watching how his cum dripped out of your cunt and fell onto the bedsheets that were under you. He looked up at you, watching how you were starting to get sleepy and drowsy. Micheal leaned forward and untied the belt, throwing it across the room, not caring where it went. He then unbuckled the handcuffs, kissing your wrists to comfort you. He got off the bed, walking into the connected bathroom and grabbing a soapy washcloth to clean you up. He walked back over to you and slowly cleaned you up, gently rubbing your waist with one hand while his other one cleaned your cunt. Micheal picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom and letting you use the restroom alone as he switched out the bedsheets and the comforters. Micheal carried you out of the bathroom as you yelled out his name, setting you back on the bed. He gave you a change of black panties but helped you put on his black "Nirvana" shirt that you basically swimmed in and helped you put on pajama shorts.
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You and Micheal had been cuddling on your bed, the movie "Bolt" playing softly in the background. Your head laid on Micheal's chest as you watched the movie, not noticing how Micheal was grabbing something very special..
"baby, let's go get some snacks." Micheal offered, although it was more like commanded, making you grin. Micheal slowly got up and held out his hand, smiling when he felt your hand in his. He led you to the kitchen, helping you walk since you were still a bit sore. He gently grabbed your waist and sat you up on the countertop, pecking your nose before walking over to a cabinet and grabbing a box of chocolate he bought for you.
♪ a/n: you can choose any candy ya want, i just put chocolate so i don't have to do the fav food abbreviation <3.
Micheal handed you the chocolate, chuckling softly at how excited you got from seeing it. He watched as you opened it, slowly pulling out the small box with a ring inside it and getting down on one knee as he took the opportunity of you not looking to ask the big question once you looked back at him.
You stared at the note in the box of chocolates in shock, reading the handwritten words with tears of happiness already welling up in your eyes.
♪ a/n: the text below is the note and it's corny as hell, i know it is. but it's fanfiction, wth did you expect?💀 bruhh, i'm not even good at love notes, so it's even more corny and worst than most😭😭
Baby, these three years have been the best years of my life and I want the rest of my years to be the best too. You always make me so happy, before I met you.. my life was dark and had no light, it was endless darkness. You are my light, my amazing and beautiful light. I love you, darling. look in front of you for a surprise, my love.
yours forever,
Micheal A.
You finally looked back at Micheal, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you saw him on his knee and the beautiful clear diamon ring in the small box he was holding. You covered your hand with one hand to stop the sobs of happy tears wrack through your body, your whole being now filled with overwhelming happiness and your love for Micheal. You nodded quickly, setting the box of chocolates to the side and hugging him as he stood up, his larger form in between your legs. You hugged Micheal tightly, the sobs wracking through your body as he gently stroked your back and gently kissed your hair. After you had finally calmed down, you looked back up at him with a soft smile. He smiled back and leaned down again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss as he slid the ring onto your ring finger. The motion made you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and deepening the kiss.
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You were excited about your future with Micheal, you absolutely loved this man. You loved Micheal Afton, the most important person in your life who thought he didn't deserve your love. He loved you and you loved him, you were happy with your life now..
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★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 006 ] that's for the breasts, sir.
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synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. none? word count. 2.7k
        chapter v // chapter vi // chapter vii
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Before the four of you could finally commence the journey to the mall, you had to go through one small but very loud obstacle.
As soon as Yunho pulled off from the side of the road, a body flung itself across the front of his car. It seemed that Wooyoung booked it out of the house and locked the front door from the outside, which they apparently only had two keys to—one with Wooyoung and the other with Hongjoong.
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the thud, but after realising what it was, couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as the others groaned. You looked to your right at the house, catching a glimpse of Mingi’s leg sticking out of the kitchen window in an attempt to escape and recapture Wooyoung.
“You’re gonna take me with you whether you like it or not!” His voice was muffled, but due to its natural volume, you could all hear him perfectly well. With a roll of his eyes, Yunho unlocked the car and Wooyoung all but pranced his way into the backseat, squeezing you in between him and Hongjoong.
“What if there’s a fire in the house? How are they gonna get out?” You asked jokingly.
Hongjoong piped up with an amused grin, “There’s a back door. I’m actually surprised they didn’t think of that yet.”
And with that, Yunho continued the journey to the mall, ignoring the way Seonghwa ran after the car for a couple of metres while cursing out Wooyoung until he gave up.
The ride there was also pretty short. It was a relatively popular mall that offered a variety of stores and a fucking amazing food court with all your favourite restaurants. As the five of you walked through the mall, Wooyoung had his arm linked with yours, leading all of you to the store that housed an assortment of technology ranging from phones to massage chairs to music equipment, which is exactly what they needed.
“While you guys do your thing here, I’m gonna go ahead and find something to wear.” You excused yourself politely and were surprised when Yunho tagged along—Wooyoung joining you was less of a surprise. But you didn’t complain, spending the last few weeks with him created a small soft spot in your heart.
After spending so much time with him and meeting all his friends, you came to the conclusion that you seriously misjudged them and told yourself you would make it up to them one day. When you brought it up to Wooyoung to apologise for being such a stubborn jerk at the start of the project, he merely waved you off and said something along the lines of “It doesn’t matter now anyway, we’re best friends forever! Unless you want to be more th-” and then you punched him in the arm.
As much as you wanted to deny it, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and that entire ensemble of frat boys were incredibly handsome. Without meaning to, you sometimes found yourself staring, tracing their silhouettes with your eyes and your fingers itching to whip out your sketchbook and draw their perfect proportions. San’s physique, for example, was so nice to look at it frustrated you sometimes, jealous of his lean figure and waist so tiny you could wrap a hair tie around it.
“I’d rather get to know you than watch Hongjoong-hyung spend an hour trying to find the perfect speakers or whatever it is he needs.” Yunho reasoned, falling into step on your left while Wooyoung took your right. It was then that you noticed how tall he actually was, having to quite literally crane your neck to smile at him understandingly.
“I heard you major in acting, is that what you wanna do in the future?” You asked, then immediately realised how stupid of a question that was. Your face scrunched up with embarrassment. “Sorry, that was a dumb question.”
But Yunho laughed, not at you but rather at how endearing you are. “No, no. Don’t worry. Yeah, that’s what I hope to do in the future. But… how do you know what I major in? I don’t recall meeting you, let alone telling you what I study.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, smiling at the way your eyes bulged from your skull at his insinuation.
“One of my friends also is an acting major!” You blurt, quickly explaining yourself. “You know, Kim Gahyun? I’ve heard you’re great at it.”
At his deep chuckle, you looked up at him, confused. But before you could question it, Woyooung pulled you into one of the stores abruptly.
“I love this place, you should get your stuff here!”
After observing your surroundings for a second, you realised what store you were in. Well, you didn’t realise the name of it, but rather the fact that everything would be very costly.
“I don’t know, Wooyoung…” you trailed off, stepping to the nearest clothing rack and checking the price tag of the first blouse you could get your hands on. You nearly choked at the number displayed on the pristine white tag, quickly and carefully placing it back on the rack. “Everything is too expensive and I don’t get paid enough to be able to afford more than a pair of socks here at most.”
Wooyoung and Yunho looked at each other, blinked, and then returned their gazes to you.
“I thought you were aware we were gonna pay for you.”
“Oh,” you looked between the two of them, “oh, no, no, no. I can’t ask you to do that for me.”
“You didn’t ask, we’re offering. And in this matter, we won’t take no for an answer so go ahead and explore, find things you like, try them on and then we’ll pay for you.” Yunho smiled warmly. “Consider it a gift.”
You narrowed your eyes at both of them. “What will I have to owe you?”
“Oh, Y/N,” Wooyoung sighed coming to your side and dragging you further into the store. You watched idly as he sifted his way through the clothing racks, occasionally pulling out a piece of clothing, observing it, and then putting it back. “A gift is a gift, you won’t have to owe us anything.”
“Fine,” you agree begrudgingly after two long minutes. “Where should I meet you when I’m done picking out my stuff?”
“I have to go find something to wear for our dance video, so we’ll leave you to yourself and when you’re ready just come find us,” Wooyoung said before pulling Yunho away with a smile, leaving you alone.
Browsing the racks, you realised everything seemed way too fancy to be worn to some frat party. On top of that, a lot of the things were form-fitting—a look you don’t usually go for unless it’s a really special occasion. Sighing you continued your search. The problem wasn’t the clothing, really. You felt bad about using their money. Yeah, they were rich and all, but you didn’t want to feel in debt to them.
After around five minutes of searching, you hear a soft voice next to you. It was a very pretty woman that seemed to be in her late twenties. She wore a very chic-looking black pencil dress with her hair in a sleek bun. Once she saw you notice the name tag on her chest, she offered you a friendly smile. “Hello, Ma’am. Is there any way I could help you?”
“Oh, uh,” you contemplated her offer. “Yes, actually. I need something to wear to a party. Nothing too fancy though.”
A smile overtook her features as she ushered you to follow her. Apparently, you were looking in the wrong section because she led you to a corner of the store that held things that would be more suitable; sparkly shirts and skimpy short dresses.
“Is there any style you prefer?”
You explained you’d prefer clothes that weren’t tight fits or too short. Once asking you if you had anything underneath your hoodie (a sports bra), she asked you to take off the thick material to get a better idea of your body shape. Despite hesitating for a moment, you peeled it off you and turned around slowly, letting her get a better view.
The woman—Hana, judging by her nametag—hummed and nodded. “You have some very nice curves, are you sure you wouldn’t want to show them off?”
“Well… I mean, I wouldn’t mind. But it’s just that I’d prefer comfort.” It’s true that you didn’t really mind your body, most of your weight residing in your hips and thighs. Sometimes you liked it, thinking the plump flesh gave you a softer look.
She regarded you for a moment before turning and pulling some things off the shelf. With enthusiasm, she presented some clothing items by laying them on the long bench in the middle of the section.
The first outfit she pieced together was a very short pleated black skirt accompanied by a black corset-like top. The next was made up of flared black pants and an oversized dress shirt.
Looking at them closely, you looked back at the assistant, who was watching you carefully. “What if I wear this,” you picked up the hanger with the unbuttoned dress shirt, “on top of this?” You tucked the corset top into the dress shirt and set it down on the bench, stepping back so she could take a look.
“Oh, that would work beautifully!” She smiled brightly, picking up all the items you chose as you put your hoodie back on. “You could wear a waist chain on top of the corset, it would accentuate your waist a bit more and look even more splendid. And if you’re uncomfortable you can always just button up the shirt.”
Hana led you to a smaller section of the store next to the dressing rooms, letting you go through the accessories and shoes. As you looked through the various pieces of jewellery, a hand brushed against your waist and you felt someone stand beside you. Looking to see who it was, you find Yunho, his eyes looking at the jewellery rather than you.
“Are you looking for a necklace?” He picked one from the turning display—a thin silver choker with a diamond that would rest right in between your shoulders and at the base of your neck. “I think this would be nice, no?”
“It’s very pretty.” You took it from his hands, fingers brushing against his much larger ones and inspecting it closely before you set it back on its hook. “But unfortunately, it’s not what I’m looking for. I need a waist chain.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He stepped around you, looking at some of the longer chains. “Hongjoong-hyung probably has a better eye for jewellery, but I’m sure I can find something.”
“Speaking of, are they still in the other store?”
Yunho held up a thick golden rope chain, placing it back after you shook your head. “No, they’re helping Wooyoung choose his clothes. He’s very indecisive ad perfectionistic when it comes to anything related to dance, which I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
You did in fact notice that habit of his. He made you sit in the dance studio and watch him choreograph and practice, he said it was so you could get a better idea of what movements he would make ahead of time so you could already start thinking about the composition of the paintings. But you were perfectly aware he just wanted to show off to you, noticing how he would beam every time you applauded him.
However, you also noticed that if he got a move wrong, he’d beat himself up over it. Dancing it and trying to perfect it over and over and over again until he could execute it the way he wanted. Sometimes he would crumble to the ground and just lay there while you came and sat next to him, reassuring him he did great and forcing him to drink some water. You understood him completely, often feeling like that yourself. That you have to get everything right, make everything perfect just to be good at what you love to do.
There had been countless times when you scrapped your artworks. All because something felt off—the colours, the proportions, the harmony, a tiny mistake you couldn’t seem to get rid of. You understood him completely because you also knew what it was like to fail at your craft and feel like everything you worked so hard for was a waste of time.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” You nodded, a small frown on your lips and furrow in your eyes.
A beat of silence passed between the two of you before Yunho spoke again, a laugh resounding in his voice as he held up a series of multiple chains connected with each other. “Hey, what’s this for? How the hell would you put this on?”
He tried tying it around his waist on top of his hoodie but stopped once Hana cleared her throat.
“Sir, that’s– uh– that’s for the breasts, sir.”
“Oh.” He blanched, putting it back hastily, a light blush forming on his cheeks as you laughed. He narrowed his eyes at you. “A word of this to anyone and I’ll smother you in your sleep.”
“Aye, aye, captain.” You saluted him mockingly.
Eventually, you found something that matched your preferences—a dainty plain silver chain with a small heart clasp. Right next to it, you spotted a matching set of dangling earrings.
“Oh, look at this one! It’s so pretty!” As carefully as you could so as to not get anything tangled, you picked it off the shelf and showed it to Yunho and Hana with a bright smile on your face (Yunho nearly cooed at you).
“It’s perfect!” Hana nodded approvingly, readjusting your outfit in her gentle grip. “Are you ready to try everything on?”
“Yes, I think so– Wait.” You spun around and walked over to the selection of shoes, quickly choosing a pair of platformed Mary Janes. “Okay, I’m ready now.”
You followed Hana into the dressing rooms, Yunho going off to find the rest of the guys while you tried everything on. In the end, you were very happy with your choices. You didn’t mind that it seemed a bit fancy for a frat party, at least you looked spectacular. Besides, the oversized dress shirt added a bit of casualness to the outfit, so overall it seemed quite balanced out.
When you stepped out of the curtains of your cubical, Hana clapped and complimented you endlessly, especially when you took off the shirt and gave her a little spin with the skirt and corset top. Satisfied, you changed back into your sweatpants and hoodie and met the guys by the cashier with your outfit neatly folded in your arms.
“Ready?”
You nodded, placing your pile on the cashier’s counter next to Wooyoung’s pile. As you watched the lady scan each item and the price on the display going higher a higher, your face contorted with guilt and you looked away.
“Are you sure I can’t at least pay some of it?”
“Y/N.” Hongjoong grabbed your attention with a firm but somehow still gentle tone. “We’re part of the richest families in South Korea, I don’t want to make you feel bad about yourself or your financial status or anything, but this is barely even putting a dent in our bank accounts.”
Mouth agape, you blinked at him, looking at each of the men individually before you settled your eyes on Wooyoung, narrowing them ever so slightly and opening your mouth to speak. But before you could ask, he answered, knowing exactly what you were about to say.
“For the last time, we’re not part of the mafia.”
Jongho, who found this a lot more amusing than his hyungs, let out a series of bubbly laughs, his lips stretching into a smile and showing off his perfect gums and his shoulder pulling up and shaking as he laughed. Despite seeing him so often, you’ve never seen him display so much happiness (except for the time your bookstore was selling signed copies of one of his favourite books and he caught you giving him a small discount because you saw how excited he was) and it warmed you inside.
“Okay, if you guys say so…” you trailed off, cutting your fond gaze on Jongho off and you accepted the stylish white paper bag with your clothing from Hana.
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  [ lilo's notes ... ] and here it is!! i love reading and writing shopping scenes in fics so much omg. but anyway, next chapter we'll be getting the party!! and happy pride month everyone! my birthday is coming up soon and i'm gonna be travelling, so i'll most likely miss the update after the next one, please don't worry i'll be right on track as soon as i get back :)
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AITA for asking my mother not to do certain things?
Let me start off by saying i'm homeschooled. I've been homeschooled my entire life. I don't have any friends offline, so I've pretty much come here to ask for outside opinions from my friend groups (online).
Prefer not to state ages, if that's okay. It makes me uncomfortable.
I have ocd, suspected autism, and either auditory processing disorder or misophonia (we're not sure which.) as well as a plethora of other issues. my mother is very aware that i have ocd (she has it herself) and i've mentioned misophonia to her several times. she doesn't know about my other mental issues, as for reasons you're probably going to see here, as i don't feel comfortable or safe telling her. (or, i've tried, and she doesn't listen, or tells me i'm "being dramatic.")
my ocd is quite crippling, to the point i've tried medication, herbal tea (chamomile seems to work a bit!), asking friends for advice, and even asking her for advice. as of the last year, it's had a grip on my life and has been quite a problem for me. i'm unable to do things i want or need to a lot, and especially struggle doing most things, even basic tasks. i'm unable to see a therapist/counsellor or psychologist/psychiatrist for personal/financial reasons.
a lot of my triggers (well, not exactly triggers for the ocd, but they stop me from doing things.) revolve around sound, especially people talking. whistling is a major trigger for my misophonia/apd, as are other high pitched noises.
my mother has a tendency to watch tv a lot, and i often ask her to not do this when i'm trying to do certain things, as it makes my ocd a bit worse, and it's often rather loud. (please note i wear headphones a lot of the time for sensory issues.)
however, when i ask her either to turn it down, pause it temporarily, or ask her to turn it off for a bit, she has a tendency to get mad/upset. to the point of throwing a bit of a fit over it, in a way that to me seems a bit attention seeking (in the bad way). she says things like "fine, whatever." and flaps her arms about dramatically or slaps her legs, or she says "i don't even wanna watch it now, it's ruined."
i'll go ahead and say she's a bit self-centered in a lot of ways. for years she has said i've "targeted" her and "treated her terribly" even though any time i was (to her) doing these things, i was usually defending myself or telling her to do something that she needed to do that had been requested for days/weeks/months/sometimes years. i also have a tendency to ask her what she's doing, either out of genuine curiosity, or because she has done something strange to me that i didn't understand. which she gets mad over.
she also gets mad if i ask if she's coming over here (i have a tendency to walk/pace in certain areas to music, it helps with stress/adhd/also helps me write/act things out. she is very aware of this and this isn't really a problem.) or ask how long she will be over here. she seems to think me asking this is telling her she can't come over, or desperately trying to get her to move. admittedly sometimes i DO want her to move, but 90% of the time i am just asking so i know if i need to move to a different area to walk or just stop temporarily.
sometimes when i am having a particular peak in my ocd/anxiety/whatever else, i ask her not to talk for a moment/few minutes, either so i can do something i need to, or because i'm afraid it will make it worse. she'll either get mad about this, or go on a tangent about "not catering to me" and saying things "the real world doesn't work like this, and nobody cares that you have ocd/issues." she has a tendency to take my issues as a personal attack on her, when in reality i would ask anyone to stop for a moment.
she has a tendency to belittle me in a sense for it. i've tried to explain some of it to her (without revealing details of my trauma she doesn't know about, as most of my ocd is linked to severe ptsd.) and she says it "doesn't make any sense" and i "need to stop" and i "need to just make myself stop." she has ocd, and knows compulsions are not always rational, and yet still says these things.
part of my desire not to go to a therapist is because of her. she claims they will either try to put me away take me to another home/put me in foster care, or drug me up on medication that will make me dull. (the other part is more personal, and unrelated to her, but to my aforementioned trauma.)
one of the things i especially ask her not to do is whistle, or make a few other certain noises (eating loud, using nail files around me, etc) because they are especially triggering to me. she'll either blatantly refuse and say i "don't get to tell her what to do" or i don't "control her" (please note i am just asking, but when i DO specifically tell her to stop, it is because she either already knows this sound is triggering to me, or i've already asked, and i'm losing my patience.) or she'll do it louder/more just to trigger me further (my father also does this. sometimes as a joke which in some ways is worse.) or she'll go on the "not catering + nobody cares" tangent again.
i know my ocd and other issues can be a bit interrupting, but i don't ask huge things of her or anyone else. all i ask is for them to not make certain sounds around me, temporarily ask them to not do something/stop doing something, or ask them to do it a bit quieter for me. please note she has the ability to watch tv/videos on other devices with headphones easily, she just chooses not to. and worse of all, they treat it like it's not interrupting to me, when it affects my everyday life in ways far worse than asking/telling them not to do something.
it makes me feel unwanted and unappreciated, and i'll admit, i've contemplated....not existing, if you will, many times over this issue and others.
i just don't really know if i'm asking too much, or if they're just being shitty. i want outside opinions on this.
so, AITA?
(id put a tl;dr in here, but i don't really know what to put. feel free to do it for me. also, i know this was kinda long, but i needed to put some extra things in, sorry if thats like an inconvenience or anything!)
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souperbloom · 4 months
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deffo need some subtle sub!luke in my life - maybe y/n and the guys are all talking about sex lives & one of them slips out that luke once mentioned wanting y/n to be in control because it was usually the other way round, so later on they give it a go!
nothing too extreme, just y/n making decisions, praising luke & being on top etc
you don’t even want to know the sound that came out if my mouth when i got this notification.
(if u requested this reveal yourself.) (im joking.) (maybe.)
enjoy <3
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secrets, secrets. [L.H.]
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🖤 boyfriend!luke
after what seems to be a secret revealed, you and your boyfriend Luke try something new in the bedroom.
a/n: FIRST LUKE SMUT WOOOO. i wrote most of this while listening to classical music which i just think is so silly and on brand for me. i also had a last minute epiphany and changed the title whoops.
CONTENT WARNINGS: references to weed/smoking, angst if you squint, sub!luke (duh), pet names, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), orgasm denial, protected sex.
WORDCOUNT: 5.7k
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You hadn’t checked the clock for what seemed to be hours.
The guys and yourself had been wrapped up in a heated discussion sitting in a circle in Calum’s living room, all stoned on your own accord.
The conversation had been flowing since the moment you all sat in your respective places, turning from lighthearted banter into something much more vulgar than you were used to. You all hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, which meant there was a lot of ‘catching up’ to be had.
But you weren’t quite sure how the simple conversation of ‘how have you been?’ morphed into something along the lines of: ‘have you ever had a dirty dream about me?’
"You’re lying! I can see it in your eyes!" An eager Michael shouts across the room at his dear friend, and your boyfriend, Luke. You watch the entire ordeal unfold perched atop Luke’s restless thigh.
He tries to hide a measly smile, as Michael has caught his bluff.
"Okay, fine… It was one time. Nothin’ to fuckin’ write home about."
"How does that even happen?" Calum, baffled, rubs his hand on his chin.
"It means he thinks about ya’ before he goes t’sleep," says Ashton confidently, motioning towards Luke with a cheeky grin.
"No! That’s not— no."
"Luke, c’mon. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure we’ve all had some pretty fucked up dreams about each other." Michael tries his hand at consoling your boyfriend, whose cheeks were now glowing red.
"I’m not embarrassed. You just— you forced it out of me. A man’s allowed to have secrets, y’know."
Secrets.
It always came back to telling secrets.
You’d like to think that you had a pretty open and honest relationship with your boyfriend, as well as his best friends.
But there were still some things about them that you didn’t know.
And you were afraid you were about to find them out.
"Speakin’ of secrets…" Ashton begins, adjusting his posture to rest his elbows on his knees, "…I’ve got one."
Bingo.
"Go ahead. This is a safe space," you say teasingly, trying not to acknowledge the fact that you had been so high for the majority of this conversation that you had completely forgotten to speak.
"Ashton’s got a seeecreeeet." Calum teases Ashton in a singsongy tone, but Ashton’s face was reading more serious than anything. He clears his throat before speaking his mind.
"Call me crazy, but takin’ on the submissive role in bed has gotta be one of the greatest things on Earth. And if ya’ haven’t tried it, then you’re not livin’ right."
You quirk your brow, and take a look at the rest of the room. Each of the guys’ faces were contorted into a different stage of grief.
Michael was amused, clearly. His eyes were wide and glassy like he had just witnessed one of the Seven Wonders. Calum’s jaw was practically touching the floor, trying to bite back a smile that was so obviously hard to hide.
And then, there was Luke.
He wasn’t making a face— his expression was unreadable. The only thing you saw was his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He swallowed hard, and you noticed that.
"Dude… what? I did not expect that from you…" Michael was still in awe of his friend, as he cupped his cheek with his hand.
"Don’t make assumptions, Mikey. You only live once."
As much as you wanted to say you were shocked, you honestly weren’t. You didn’t know a whole lot about Ashton’s sex life, but this didn’t surprise you. He’s the kind of guy to try anything once.
"Well? Don’t be a prude… Tell us what happened."
"Y/N—" Luke blurts, seemingly attempting to stop this conversation from unfolding.
"What? Am I wrong for being curious?"
"No, no— I agree with Y/N," says Michael, "Since you wanna rave about your endeavors as a submissive princess… Tell us all about it."
Michael’s sly comment earns a snort from Luke, who had been trying to remain steely faced since the moment he had called him out for having sexual fantasies about him. You smile to yourself, eyes darting between Ashton and your boyfriend as their stare down commences.
"What’s so funny over there?" Ashton quips.
Your boyfriend’s eyes shoot down to his lap. "Nothin’."
"Ash, get on with it." Michael was fed up, and ready to hear all about what Ashton was so persistent about.
You can’t help but stifle a giggle as Ashton lets out a sigh. He was taking this a lot more seriously than you thought he would.
"I’m not sure what came over me— but there was this one time. I guess I was feeling particularly lazy er’ somethin’, but I asked her to take over for the night. I won’t get into the nitty gritty but let’s just say; it changed my fuckin’ life."
"I am way too high to be talking about this right now." Calum says, his eyes wide as he is still processing everything.
Ashton continues, "Somethin’ about the feeling of your fate lying in your lover’s hands is just so… exhilarating. You never know what’s gonna happen next— you learn to expect the unexpected… It’s fuckin’ great, man."
Upon Ashton's admission, your seat in Luke's lap shifts slightly. He adjusts you, pulling you closer into his torso and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Still can't picture it, but... I believe ya'," says Michael with a nod of approval. You laugh, feeling your boyfriend's fingertips drumming against your stomach.
"You guys ever tried it? Don't mean to pry but, as Y/N said, this is a safe space."
The room goes pin-drop quiet. Nobody wanted to speak up; not you, not Luke, not anybody else. It seemed as though this conversation had died out quicker than it came to be.
"Oh, come on. You guys are the freakiest fucks I know. Seriously? None of you?" Ashton presses the group for answers, his eyes landing on you. But you just shrug.
"I'm always on the bottom, Ash. You're preaching to the choir."
"Oh trust me, we know."
"Cal—" Your boyfriend huffs, cutting off his friend and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Confused, your eyes search around the room for any sign of an answer. You seemed to be out of the loop, which was unlike you in these kinds of situations.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You can’t help but get a little defensive, now zoning in on the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingernails anxiously biting into your waist.
"Nothing! He means nothing..." Luke tries to defend, his voice a bit pitchy.
You bite back a smile. “Secrets, secrets are no fun…"
"Unless they’re shared with everyone, fuck, I know! But you don’t have to—"
Calum butts in, "Mate, relax. I’m just messing around."
"No, no— don’t give me that bullshit. What were you trying to say Cal?"
You weren’t sure why, but feeling left out of some sort of inside joke or secret was making you angry. Your temper was mellowed from smoking, yet this whole back and forth was getting to you a little more than you’d like to admit.
Luke lets out a sigh from behind you, dropping his chin on your shoulder in defeat. He didn’t feel like arguing anymore, with the rest of the room dead quiet as they wait for Calum to speak.
Calum on the other hand was holding back a high smile. A look of ‘I know something you don’t know’ was plastered proudly across his cheeks. He rubs his hands together, glancing at Ashton and Michael before he opens his mouth.
"I know you pride yourself on being a pillow princess Y/N, but… Luke wants to see you in charge."
Immediately, your face flushes pink. You didn’t know what you were expecting Calum to say, but it sure as hell wasn’t that.
It was almost as if everyone in the room was trying not to burst into laughter, Ashton and Michael slapping each other’s legs to get the other to stop snickering.
You swallow the newly formed lump in your throat, taking a second to look each of your friends in the eye.
"Well, this is news to me—"
"You fuckin’ suck, Cal." Luke blurts, embarrassment and anger laced through his tone.
As you sit cross legged, still perched on Luke’s thigh, you feel a tap at your lower back. This was your boyfriend’s cue; an unspoken means of telling you 'let’s get the fuck out of here.'
"I’m sorry," Calum laughs, "I didn’t mean t’ hit a nerve with that one."
"Luke, wait—" pleads Michael, who had been rather quiet throughout this whole ordeal.
"I think we’re gonna head out."
Soon enough, you’re rising to your feet, and your boyfriend is quick to follow. He grabs your bag from off of the floor, scooting you closer into the awkward energy of the circle. The rest of the guys just look at you in pity, but you were far too busy in your own head to notice their stares.
Luke wanted you to be in charge?
"Can’t force him to stay if he doesn’t want to," Ashton shrugs, clasping his hands together between his knees, "I guess we’ll see you two tomorrow?"
You purse your lips to reply to Ashton, watching your boyfriend feverishly pack up your belongings and shift you towards the nearest exit. But Luke is quicker than you, cutting right to the chase.
“Yeah, sure. Somethin’ like that."
The entire car ride back to Luke’s apartment was silent.
You were still hung up on how awkward those last few minutes had played out; but a part of you was just dying to know more about Luke’s little secret.
Pushing boundaries was something that you hadn’t yet considered when it came to you and your boyfriend. Your relationship was fairly new; with the both of you still testing the waters and occasionally stepping out of your comfort zones.
Luke was excellent at reading you. He paid very close attention to detail, which was one of the things that had you falling so hard for him in the first place.
But there was a piece of you that felt guilty for prying this all out of him, the way his entire demeanor seemed to drop when Calum spilled his beans. He was embarrassed, from what you could tell. And you weren’t quite sure what to do.
"Luke?" You pop your head out of the bathroom door, your face wash in hand, looking into your master bedroom at Luke splayed across the mattress. He’s still fully dressed, laying flat on his back with his shoes hanging off of the side.
You, however, took it upon yourself to get ready for bed. You took off your makeup, brushed your teeth, and changed into a little plaid pajama-short set to try and get your mind off of the awkward energy still floating in the air.
"Luke…" He hadn’t replied the first time you called out his name, so you tried your luck again. This time, he just sighed, before turning his head to face you.
His sandy blonde curls were haphazardly strewn across the made comforter. His body restless, as he drummed his hands along his abdomen and waited for you to reply.
"Yes?"
"You okay?"
"Mhmm."
Your shoulders drop in defeat, your eyes still lingering on his lanky frame. He lets out a deep breath before looking at the ceiling again, gnawing on his bottom lip mindlessly.
"I’m sorry," you say, "I didn’t mean to embarrass you."
"You didn’t."
His short replies were making your stomach churn. It was unlike the both of you to be so cautious with each other, walking on eggshells in hopes that the other would just let up and speak their mind. You didn’t want to make it worse, either— it seemed like this affected him, and the last thing you needed was for it to be your fault.
You turn back to face the bathroom counter, continuing your nightly skincare. But from behind you, you hear shuffling. The sole of a shoe hitting the floor, then another. The sound of a jacket unzipping, and pooling to the floor as well.
You could see Luke’s slouched posture in the mirror through the doorframe, watching him slowly rid himself of his clothes and leaving him in nothing but his grey t-shirt and pink heart boxers. The ones you gifted him for Valentine’s day.
The water was warm as you started to wash your face, warm enough to let yourself relax for a moment. It dripped down your forehead, into your eyes, momentarily shielding you from your surroundings as you bent over the sink.
In your daze, you turn the faucet off, your eyes screwed shut and vision starry. But as you blindly reach around the counter for a towel, you feel someone hand it to you.
"Here," the familiar voice drawls from behind you, before you feel a broad hand slither around your waist.
You let out a whimper from the back of your throat, unable to say "thank you" now, as you grab the towel from Luke’s hand realize his hips are digging into your backside.
When you dry your face and regain your vision, you stand upright. Luke’s torso is warm, and inviting, his blistered palm making headway beneath your shirt to drag across your torso. In the mirror, you see his face contort into a mellow smile, his curls pushed back away from his eyes.
"Hi," You whisper into the mirror, water dripping off of your eyelashes and down your cheek.
"Hi, pretty."
"Are you mad at me?" You hated asking that question.
"Of course not, why would I be mad at you?" Luke replies, pulling you into his cotton t-shirt.
"You seemed like you were a few minutes ago." The feeling of his fingertips was getting to be distracting.
"No, no. It was just— something I’d been meaning to tell you but… I just never got around to it."
"Oh."
His other hand has made it to your waist. "Are you mad at me?"
"Never."
"Good to know."
For a moment, the two of you stare at your reflections in the mirror. Luke’s eyes rake down your body, his hands still wandering along the delicate skin of your tummy beneath your shirt. You sigh into him, leaning backwards to rest your head on the crook of his neck.
"Wanna try something new tonight?" He asks, his voice huskier than before and mumbling into the top of your head.
"Mmm, like what?" You were unable to hide your melodic hums as his hands move closer beneath your breasts.
You already knew what Luke was going to ask of you, the excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach as his eyes wandered, pretending to think.
To be honest with yourself, you had already thought a lot about what’d it’d be like if you two switched places for a change. But you were always too nervous to bring it up, especially in the heat of the moment.
"Want you t’ be in charge tonight, pretty. Do whatever you want t’me. Think you’d be interested?"
"Yes," you breathe without even a second thought, entranced by his fingertips as they creep towards the waistband of your shorts, "I’d love to."
"Sounds good t’me."
Not a second passes before Luke is spinning you around to face him. He dips down, and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, leaving you with a fuzzy head and a fluttering stomach.
When you pull away from him you notice the twinkle in his ocean blue eyes that hadn’t been there before. It was a look of anticipation. Pure excitement. You were about to try something new with the person you loved most in this world, and he was about as thrilled as you were.
You could just tell.
"How can I be good for you, pretty? Wanna be your good boy tonight."
His words made your heart skip a beat, but you figured it’d be best to just play it cool.
"Wellll—" You press your index finger to his chest, "Maybe start by getting on the bed?"
"Are you gonna come with me?" He asks sweetly, still holding you in his hands.
"Of course, baby… But I need you to just sit tight and wait for me, okay?"
He nods quickly, biting back a smile between his teeth before he’s shuffling out of the bathroom towards the bed. You linger in the doorframe for a moment, watching in complete awe as Luke crawls to the top of the mattress and sits with his back resting against the headboard.
Doing exactly what you had asked him to.
You start in slow strides towards him, swaying your hips with each step in hopes to kill some time.
You wanted to figure out a game plan. Since you’d never done this before, you weren’t sure where to start; and as much as it wouldn’t be shameful to ask Luke for advice, you wanted to impress him.
"Okay, done. Now what?" The anticipation in his voice made you want to just explode on impact. He was just the cutest fucking thing.
"Hmmm," you hum, crossing your arms as your eyes scan his body, "I’m gonna need that shirt off."
"Yes ma’am."
He then crosses his arms in front of his torso, pulling the hemline of his shirt over his head. He tosses it to the side, revealing his bare chest sprinkled in sandy blonde chest hairs.
As you watch him move, you gnaw on your bottom lip, scanning down his practically naked body and thinking of all of the things you could do. All of the things you could do to make this right for him. To make this worth wild.
You glance down at your plaid pajama shirt, clad and held together by buttons that gap between your breasts.
And then, you get an idea.
"You ready for me baby?" You ask your boyfriend, whose legs had been crossing and uncrossing impetuously as he watches you near closer to the bed.
"Mhm."
"Gonna play a game with you, m’kay?"
"M’kay." He mocks your gentle tone.
Before you could explain the rules of this new, made-up game of yours, you start to move. Dipping one knee down into the mattress, then the other. You crawl to him, straddling his lap and settling down atop of his obvious hard-on.
He was turned on just by the thought of you.
"It’s very easy," you start to say, reaching for the first button of your blouse, "and there’s only one rule."
Luke’s hands hover around you awkwardly, unsure of where to rest them, unsure if he was even allowed to touch you at all.
"What is it?" He asks, swallowing and adjusting himself beneath you.
"Tell me I’m pretty."
His eyes widen. He had finally noticed your hand lingering and toying with the button on your top.
"You’re pretty, baby. The prettiest."
And with that, the first button comes undone. You move your hands down to the second.
"Tell me I’m pretty."
His tongue juts out to wet his bottom lip, his hands now stagnant at his sides and twitching by your calves.
"You’re so pretty. Prettiest girl in the world."
Second button, undone.
"Tell me I’m pretty, baby. Tell me again."
As you reach for the third button, you make a point to grind your hips down, swiveling them in a way that he’d feel it. His face contorts in bliss, petal pink lips parting slightly.
"You’re so fuckin’ pretty… Prettiest I’ve— ever seen."
Third button, undone.
"Tell me more, baby. Tell me again."
You grind your hips down again, and a soft whimper escapes the back of his throat. You could feel his hands fidgeting down by your legs, reaching out to touch something that wasn’t even there.
"So fuckin’ beautiful… My pretty girl— ah—" He's cut short with another dig of your hips. The paper thin material of your pajama shorts leaving absolutely no room for the imagination. You could practically feel his cock twitching beneath your core, but you weren’t ready to give in just yet.
With his last words of affirmation, you undo the last two buttons on your own accord. The breeze from the air conditioning makes you shiver, instantly perking up your nipples.
Luke noticed that, too. He always does.
"So, so pretty…" He utters with one last labored breath, as if it were the last he’d ever take, upon seeing your chest.
"You did so good for me, didn’t you baby?"
Luke hums quietly, clearly feeling some sort of release due with the pressure of your body on top of him. You notice his hands trembling still, down at his sides and oblivious to the thought of touching you.
"You can touch me, y’know. Been’ such a good boy for me so far."
The eye contact between you was like trance; it was gentle, and warm. Still wavering with uncertainty, yet eager to continue. Luke’s hands eventually make it to your waist, something he had been dying to do since the moment you straddled his hips.
You could tell he was still hesitant to let his fingers roam as they usually would, and that was definitely getting to your head.
You swivel your hips one last time without a single word, dipping down to kiss him. Your hands are quick to cup his face, lips interlocking eagerly for the first time since this morning.
It’s not long before your tongues begin exploring, tangling together in the sweetness of your kiss.
You’re still grinding your hips. He’s still in a trance.
Luke’s hands had moved to grip your ass, pushing it down while simultaneously bucking his hips up into your core. This action of his makes you disconnect from him for a moment, a disapproving look in your eye.
"Ah ah ah," you tut at him, his cheeks now squished between your palms. He quirks his brow.
"What?"
"Not so fast, pretty boy. You said I could do anything, right?"
He chuckles, eyes flicking down to your lips, "I did say that, didn’t I? You're right, baby. Tell me whatcha' need from me... I'm all yours."
You suck in a deep breath, trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts that keep poking at your head and telling you to just let him have his way with you. You wanted to remain stern, whether he took you seriously, or not.
"How about this…"
You let go of his cheeks to shrug your pajama shirt off of your shoulders, tossing it onto the floor next to his tee. His pupils shake, eyeing down your breasts.
"…You don’t get to cum ‘till I say so."
"Oh, fuck— you're too good t'me..." His voice is soft and melodic, already so willing to give up the power he usually claims. "Yes. Yes..."
Your palms lay flat on his broad chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took.
He was anxious; anxious in the way that one more subtle touch to his flesh would send his heart thumping right through his ribcage.
You couldn't contain your excitement anymore; just looking at him was already creating a slickness in your panties.
But Luke could've stared at you for hours.
"Are you sure, Lu?" You ask once your delicate boy once more, tracing little hearts with your pointer fingers across his pecs. He nods eagerly, eyes going doe.
"Yes, yes, yes. A million times yes. Have your way with me, please."
With a tug at your bottom lip, you take his words as your cue. You're quick to take out a condom from Luke's bedside dresser, and even quicker to shift your ass down to rest on his thighs.
As you move, his stare lingers. He nods at you slowly, to remind you of his approval. How desperately he wanted you to have your way with him.
His cock twitching and practically popping through the button of his boxers was already telling you everything you needed to know.
To try and read his eager pleas, you begin to palm him delicately through the pink heart fabric, heavenly sounds spilling past his lips and floating to your ears like a siren's melody.
He was grunting, whining; almost as if he were in pain.
"Easy now, baby," you coo gently, as a shiver runs down Luke's body, "Still my good boy, right?"
"Mmmmph."
"Good, good. Just like that, pretty baby." You squeeze your hand around his length, and his jaw falls completely agape.
You weren't planning on teasing him for much longer. It almost felt cruel to do so.
So, instead of waiting any more, you release him from the button of his boxers.
His tip was already leaky with precum; angry and red, that angelic face of his melting the second you wrap your manicured fingers around his shaft.
Tipping down to take him into your mouth, you hollow out your cheeks, tongue laying flat against him as you start to bob your head.
Sucking him off had always been one of your favorite things to do. In your head, it gave you a purpose— and you always loved the praise that would come with it.
But with the power dynamic now in your favor, you were already enjoying it all the more.
"Fuck me, pretty... So fuckin' warm..." Luke groans through gritted teeth, taking his hands to comb through your hair. You hum at him, sending a vibration down your tongue and directly through his body. He jolts, as if he’d been struck by lightning, while your hands begin to claw at his hipbone.
The walls of Luke's bedroom felt like they were closing in on you, each heaving breath that he was taking was making you dizzy. Your nails leave little crescent etchings deep into his flesh, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time you duck down.
"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck–" He grunts, he whines, he continues to writhe beneath you, completely at your disposal. You were eating up every single sound he made, every little spasm of his hands or jerk at his hips.
Picking up on the signs, you could tell he was close. He didn't even have to say it.
"Y/N... I–I'm..." He can barely even finish his thought before he's grabbing your hair in a handful. You always loved it when he was a little rough with you, and this time was no different.
With a tug at your roots, you hum around him again. His body comes lurching forward, almost as if to stop himself from fucking your throat.
"Baby– M'close..." He finally utters, which brings you to toss your head up, releasing him from your mouth with a pop.
"Shhh, it's okay," you whisper, watching his cock fall thump against his stomach and twitch here and there, "You’ve been so good for me so far."
"I have?" He asks the question sweetly, genuinely. With a little twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, of course you have, my pretty baby…" you say, running the back of your hand down his belly, "Gonna keep it up for me, right?"
"Yes."
"Such a good boy."
Luke tosses his head back, his bottom lip held captive by his teeth, and lets out a whine the moment you start to get off of him. The fact that he was whining at the loss of your touch was enough to send you over the edge right then and there, but you wanted to keep your promise.
You hastily discard your pajama shorts, tossing them into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Luke whimpers again upon seeing you naked— you didn’t bother to wear your panties tonight.
"You are so beautiful, Y/N… My pretty little flower—" Luke sighs, in awe of you, despite the lingering sexual tension in the air. He always made it a point to compliment you, no matter the scenario.
"Thank you, Lu," You can’t help but giggle and blush, making your way back to his lap to straddle him.
Again, his hands find your waist. He sucks in a deep breath, eyes wired shut.
After only doing this for a little while, you were already comfortable talking to Luke in a more dominant way. The trick was to not think about it too hard. Just let the words roll right off of your tongue.
Simple enough, right?
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby." Your words are soft like down pillows yet loud enough to get a rise out of him. He shifts beneath you, still closing his eyes.
"Fuck me… please? I’m achin’ for you."
You take his pleas as your sign to start, wet enough from merely the obscene sounds spilling from his lips. The condom you had grabbed was still at your side so, you rip the package open with your teeth.
When you start to roll the condom down over his length, he lets out a hiss. Could have been the temperature; or maybe he was just too desperate to be ashamed of his sounds.
"Shit—" He whines, clutching onto your hips as your hand pumps his cock a few times.
"Easy, baby," you purr, adjusting yourself upwards to line him up with your dripping slit, "You ready for me?"
"Mhm— yes… yes please, angel. Please— fuck me."
His throaty cries only furthered the butterflies floating around in the pit of your stomach. You could barely contain yourself as you hover over him, biting your lip as you sink down onto his cock.
The both of you let out a collective groan; the feeling of him filling you up completely just seemed too perfect.
You lower your body so that you completely engulf him, taking his length fully and making your breath hitch in your throat.
"Feels good, pretty baby?" You ask, still buzzing.
"Mmph—" He whines, anchoring his hands to your hips as you start to swivel.
"Need you to use your words, Lu… Tell me."
You’re gentle with him, at first. Treating him delicately, like picking off the petals off a daisy. He seemed so weak beneath you and something about it was making your head spin. Your heart was bursting at the seams.
"Yes, Y/N— Feels s’fuckin’ good—" Luke whimpers, digging his fingernails into you, and holding onto you with his entire soul fleshing through his fingertips.
His cock twitches inside of you, as you continue your rhythm of grinding hips. It’s easy for you to tell when to pick up speed, testing his limits by his face alone.
"Such a good boy, baby.. You’re doing so fuckin’ well."
You start to notice the familiar furrow of his brow, that concentrated little notch in his forehead.
He wanted to close his eyes, but he just couldn’t seem to look away
"Y/N, I—"
He says your name again. It’s syrupy, like honey dripping off of his tongue. You place your palm flat on his tummy, tossing your hair out of your eyes to match his gaze.
"Takin’ my pussy so well, aren’t you?" You ask him, but don’t expect an answer. His face of concentration was telling you all you needed to know. How hard he was working to please your demand.
"Mmm… Th-think’ m’doin’ a good job…" He nods slowly, and you smile.
"Oh baby, you are… Keep goin’, m’kay?"
He smiles with a hum, through heavy, bated breaths.
"M’kay."
The sweaty flurry of blonde curls and baby blue eyes was slowly starting to unravel. The rise and fall of his chest was rapidly picking up speed, before he started to snap his hips up into you.
A slapping sound engulfs the walls of his bedroom, but you have no reason to complain. His cock was stretching you out, hitting that sweet spot with every stroke.
"Fuck, Lu—" You can’t help but revert to your old ways; yet not completely giving in, and letting him hold the reins. He was still beneath you, practically melting as your bodies entwine.
And that, was an incredible feeling.
"Y/N—" he whines, broken by panting, "m’close."
You nod sloppily, your tits bouncing at the speed of your swiveling hips.
"Hold it, baby— still my good boy, right?"
"Yes, yes… I am, Y/N. M’ a fuckin— a fuckin’ mess for you…"
A catty smile sprawls across your cheeks, feeling your orgasm budding lowly in the pit of your stomach, and satisfied at the way you had him completely wrapped around your finger.
"Mhm, yes you are. Such a pretty mess..."
Your orgasm was on the brink now, ready to burst and run through your body. Sloppy sounds filled the air; panting, whining, groaning. It was all meshing in your ears like the tune of a fucking song.
You felt your face tinge pink upon seeing your boyfriend’s concentrated expression, feeling a tad bit sorry for being so demanding.
So, you finally decide to let go.
"Cum with me, baby—" You gasp.
"Wha—"
"Let it go, Lu. Been s— so good for me, fuck!"
And with that, stars and galaxies are fogging your vision. You let out a cry as you finish, your walls clenching tightly around Luke’s cock as he does the same. He gives one last quick snap of his hips before you’re collapsing completely, going limp on his chest with him still inside of you.
You could hear his heart thumping through his chest; your sweaty bodies practically letting sparks fly. His hand moves to rub your back, as you both collect your devices.
"Was I good enough, baby?" He asks sweetly, that soft voice from before coming into play and making your stomach flutter.
"More than enough."
He giggles; seeming a bit shy about the semantics of it all, before planting a kiss at the crown of your head.
You can see his eyelashes fanning against the apples of his cheeks, glistening in the light of your bedroom as he grins up to the ceiling.
"I’m glad," he beams, "And you were right, by the way."
You pop your head up from his chest to look him in the eye. "About what?"
"Should’ve told ya’ about this a lot sooner."
With a shake of your head, you tut at him teasingly, just happy to feel closer to him than you ever have before.
"Guess it’s not a secret anymore."
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rubyreduji · 1 year
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The Valentine's Day Date — hvc
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summary: the guys are determined to find vernon a date for valentine’s day
tags: fluff, college!au, gn!reader wc: 2.8k an: i don’t personally have a v-day date so i get to write abt kpop boys instead lol. this whole story is just brain vomit so it probably doesn’t make sense or anything and that’s okay lol i hope you still like it
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“So Vernon, what are your plans in two weeks?”
“Two weeks?” Vernon looks up from his spot on the couch to his roommate who is staring at him expectantly. 
“Valentine’s Day? It’s in a few days. Do you have plans?” Jeonghan continues to press.
“No? Why would I have plans?”
“Because I have plans and need you out of the apartment,” Jeonghan says and Vernon finally gets it. “Preferably until morning.”
“Until morning? What am I supposed to do?” Vernon finally turns his full attention to Jeonghan. It’s a well known fact in their friend group that Vernon is the “Single One” out of them and on top of that he likes to spend time with at home rather than going out. 
“I don’t know, maybe go on a date? It is going to be Valentine’s Day.” Jeonghan just shrugs and walks away, his business settled. Vernon just huffs and sinks further into the couch. Some roommate he has.
“I heard you were on the lookout for a date for Valentine’s Day,” Seungkwan opens with as he sits down next to his best friend in the dining hall.
“Jeonghan wants me to find a date so I can get out of the apartment for him. I’m probably just going to spend the night in the studio or the library or something.”
“The studio? The library? Since when have you turned into Jihoon and Wonwoo? Let me help you find a date. It will be fun,” Seungkwan says.
“I don’t know Kwan…”
“It will be perfect I promise!” With that Seungkwan jumps up and runs off, despite just sitting down moments before. Vernon shakes his head.
He loves his friends, he really does, but he doesn’t see what the big deal is. Valentine’s Day is a day for people who are already dating, not for single guys like him. It’s been years since Vernon has even gone on a real date. He’s not sure what to do or say or wear or if he even wants to date anyone.
He can’t remember the last crush he even had. He’s been busy with classes and work and music. No one had caught his eye recently either. Sure he thinks people are cute, like the guy who serves him coffee on Tuesday mornings, or the girl who sits behind him in Music Theory, but that’s just aesthetic attraction. He’s fine with Jeonghan wanting the apartment alone, but he doesn’t get why everyone is now so determined to get him a date as well.
What happens if he doesn’t like them? Or the date goes terrible? He doesn’t want to ruin some poor person’s night.
“Hey Hansol.” Vernon turns to see you taking the seat next to his.
“Oh hey Y/N.” You two share a couple classes. Your majors overlap quite a few courses. You’re one of the only people who call him Hansol, just because that’s how he introduced himself freshman year before he started to go by his middle name.
“Are you okay?” You ask and Vernon gives you a strange look back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. You just look a bit…troubled? Sorry, I don’t know if that’s rude to say.” Vernon likes you. You’re quick to the point but still considerate of others. You have good ideas but still make sure to consider Vernon’s less good ideas. Vernon wouldn’t call you his friend, but probably just the step below.
“Oh, no, I’m fine. My friends are just prying into my life.” Vernon lets out a huff. “They want me to find a date for Valentine’s.”
“Oh. Do you not want a date?”
“Not really? I’m just not big on going out. It’s also been a while since I’ve been on a date so I wouldn’t even know what to do. I mean Valentine’s Day is just another day when you’re single,” Vernon tells you.
“I don’t think so. Anyone can enjoy Valentine’s Day, because well, everyone deserves love. It doesn’t have to be romantic. Platonic love and self life are just as important,” you explain. “I make my friends treats for Valentine’s Day and then usually do something for me in the evening.”
Vernon’s never really thought of it that way. Maybe that’s why he likes you. You just bring a pleasant energy everywhere you go.
“Anyways,” you start again. “I sat down to ask you if you were in class yesterday. I had to miss and was wondering what we went over.”
Now that Vernon thinks about it, yeah you weren’t in class. “Oh yeah. The professor basically just rambled on for the whole class.” Vernon spends the rest of his lunch catching you up in class and letting himself forget about the date.
“I think I’ve found you a date!” Vernon’s not sure how all of his friends have heard about this date thing but they have and now all twelve of them are in the search for him. Whether he wants them to or not.
This is the fourth option that they’ve brought up in the past two days. Vernon just stares at Mingyu, waiting for him to continue his nonsense.
“There’s this person in my marketing class. They’re real pretty, has fluffy brown hair and smooth looking skin.”
“Anything else?” Vernon is getting tired of these vague descriptions of people who he’s never met. You’d think his friends could at least talk about their personalities or something that would interest Vernon.
“Guys, the search is over!” Jeonghan says as he walks into the room. “Vernon I bagged you a date with the most wanted bachelorette on campus. Eight o’clock you’re going to go pick her up and take her out for dinner, and after that maybe she’ll invite you back to her place if you know what I mean. I get laid, you get laid, all is well.”
“The most wanted bachelorette?” Vernon doesn’t even want to touch on the fact that Jeonghan made the date without even consulting with Vernon first.
“Yep! You know Haerin? That’s your date.” Jeonghan looks proud of himself as he looks over at Vernon. Vernon doesn’t feel as excited.
He knows who Haerin is. Nothing against her, she’s just not particularly his type. She’s pretty but her personality isn’t as much and in the few interactions they’ve had, it seems they have nothing to talk about. Vernon can’t cancel the date now that it’s made though. Especially not on Valentine’s Day. Vernon doesn’t say anything to Jeonghan as he gets up to go to class.
When he walks in he notices that you’re here today, sitting where you normally do with two of your friends. Or at least Vernon thinks you guys are friends, you always sit next to each other in class and talk.
Vernon kind of wants to tell you about the date. He’s not sure why. To complain to someone who’s not in his friend group? Because you two were discussing it the other day? Maybe Vernon just wants a reason to talk to you. He wouldn’t mind becoming actual friends with you.
Class starts though and Vernon has to take his seat. He forgets he even wanted to speak with you until it’s almost the end of class and the professor is telling everyone to get into pairs of two. Vernon’s eyes scan the class. He’s not really friends with anyone here, but then he glances towards you. Your eyes meet his just at the right moment and you smile at him and he nods.
You grab your things before moving to where he’s sitting. “Thanks. Those two wanted to be partners so I was hoping I’d find someone else I can tolerate.”
“Well I’m glad I’m tolerable,” Vernon chuckles. “Speaking of tolerable, you know that uh, Valentine’s Day date I was talking about the other day?” You nod. “My roommate set me up with someone. Haerin.”
“Cho Haerin?” You look a bit surprised.
“Yeah. I’m honestly still not that excited about it, I was kind of expecting to spend the night in the library, but I still want to give her a good night. Have some fun at least,” Vernon says.
“That’s nice of you,” you hum. “Now how do you want to split up this project?” 
It turns out that you also share a couple classes with Jihoon as well so Vernon finds himself sitting in the studio with both of you as you and Jihoon go over classwork you were given. You’re discussing lyric analysis about some love songs your professor gave you.
“These songs are so cheesy,” Jihoon complains.
“I think it’s cute,” you reply back as you jot something down in your notebook. “What do you think Hansol?”
“About what?”
“Love songs.”
“Oh. I don’t know, it depends on the song. They’re not really the genre I listen to though,” Vernon replies.
“If things go well with Haerin, who knows,” Jihoon teases. “Maybe you’ll become an everyday love song fanatic.”
Vernon rolls his eyes. He’s honestly tired hearing about his Valentine’s Day plans with Haerin. Jeonghan made all of the preparations, all he actually has to do is show up. 
“Y/N what are your plans for Valentine’s Day?” Jihoon turns to you.
“Me? Oh I don’t have any plans. I’m probably just going to watch a movie in my apartment or something,” you say with a shrug. “I’ll go get discount candies the day after.”
“Maybe we’ll have to set you up with a date too,” Jihoon says.
You snort. “Yeah I think I’m good. Anyways what are your plans Jihoon? Sitting your studio all day?”
“Haha,” Jihoon deadpans. “For your information I have a date.”
That starts a conversation with you and Jihoon (mostly you teasing him) and Vernon sits and watches. Recently he’s been spending more time with you and he wonders why you two haven’t been closer before. You’re easy to be around and you flow well with all of his friends. Vernon’s not a very social person so he doesn’t make many friends outside of the ones he has, but he’s glad you two are getting closer. It’s also nice to be around people who aren’t his normal twelve friends who are more bothersome than anything.
It’s been a while since Vernon’s clicked so quickly with someone but you two just make sense. Vernon thinks about how you mentioned friendships are also an important factor in people’s lives and it makes him grateful to have you.
So all that friendship Vernon was thinking about the other day? Bullshit.
Vernon has a fat fucking crush on you and now it’s Valentine’s Day and he has a date with someone else.
It really hit him out of nowhere. You two were in your apartment, watching a movie, when you started to hum along with the soundtrack and Vernon realized he…really enjoyed it. Not just your humming but just you in general. He gets that it’s cheesy and ridiculous and that he’s everything but a romantic but he’s somehow fallen for you in the matter of two weeks and it’s driving him crazy.
“Hansol.” Vernon looks up to see you staring at him from across the table. “I asked you a question.” You two are working on your project together in one of the music buildings on campus.
“Sorry, what was it?”
“You’re distracted,” you say, instead of repeating your question. “Is it about your date tonight?”
“Uhm, yeah.” Technically he’s not lying. “Sorry, I know I should be working on the project.”
“No it’s okay, I get your mind is somewhere else. So what are the plans for your date tonight? You haven’t talked about it much.”
“I’m supposed to take her out for dinner and then afterward we’ll probably go see a late night movie or something.” Vernon doesn’t feel very comfortable sharing this information with you but he doesn’t want to be rude either.
“That sounds fun. Are you excited? Nervous?”
“Uhm…I’m not sure. I’m kind of just doing this for Jeonghan but I still want to let Haerin have a good night, you know.”
“You’re a good guy Hansol. What you’re doing is very sweet,” you smile at him.
Vernon doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get how you can be so sweet and perfect and supportive but not see how miserable he is on the inside. He has half the mind to just tell you now and cancel the date with Haerin. The only hold back is…you’re right. He’s too good of a guy to do that to her.
“We should get back to work,” Vernon says to you and you drop the subject, happy to get back on task. 
It’s not until a few hours later when you two have taken your third break of the day and are now talking about PopTart flavors when you look down at your phone.
“I think you have somewhere to be,” you tell him before turns your phone to show it’s 6:00.
Vernon sighs. He knows. There’s no chance he can stand up the Cho Haerin, but a part of him also doesn’t want to part with you. He wishes he could just spend the whole night with you.
“I’ll finish this up later, don’t worry about me,” you continue. Vernon’s not worried about you, rather himself.
Vernon slowly packs up himself with the hopes he can stall a bit longer, maybe even walk out with you. You on the other hand are quickly packing up your things. “Hey Y/N-”
“Have a good night Hansol,” you cut him off, not hearing him. You give Vernon’s arm a quick squeeze before leaving the room.
Vernon huffs and continues packing up his things so he can rush home and get ready, trying his best not to think about you as he does.
Haerin is…nice. She’s nice, but she’s also very much not his type. He’s not sure why she agreed to go out with him because ever since he picked her up she seems to be uninterested. She’s polite but not much engagement beyond that.
“So, what are you thinking about getting?” Vernon asks her as they look over the menu.
“I’m not sure,” she mutters. She shifts in her seat and looks down at her phone for maybe the fifth time since they’ve sat down.
Vernon sighs. “You know, you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be.”
“Could you really tell?” Haerin asks, guilt written all over her face.
“A little bit. It’s okay I also don’t exactly want to be here either. No offense.”
“No, none taken at all. Jeonghan and I are friends and he asked me to go out on this date when really all I wanted to do was go out with my friends and I felt bad saying no so-”
“You don’t have to explain anymore,” Vernon chuckles lightly. “You’re free to go, don’t worry about me at all.”
Haerin just smiles at him and they quickly tell the waiter they don’t need to order and leave. Vernon drops Haerin off at the club where his friends are. When she’s out of the car Vernon sighs. He can’t go back to his apartment, so what should he do?
He’s tempted to just call you up and ask if you are free, but he decides against it. Instead he drives to the campus and pulls up to the library. Thankfully their library has 24 hour study rooms that he can hide in until morning. 
Vernon parks his car and grabs his backpack from his back seat before heading in and settling down at a table. He pulls up the project you two were working on only to find you finished it earlier. Of course you did, you’re said you would.
Vernon’s wracking his brain on what he can do to pass time when he hears someone approaching. When he looks up his heart flutters a bit.
“Hi.” There you are, standing in front of him with a bag of food in one hand and your backpack slung over your shoulder. 
“Uhm, hi.”
You move so you can set the food and your bag down before taking the open seat across from Vernon. “I was hoping you’d be here. Not that I was hoping your date with Haerin would go bad but…well I kind of did.”
“You did?”
“I like you Hansol. I have for a while honestly so I was super happy when we started to get close but then you were going on your date with Haerin but you didn’t seem excited so when you said that you were originally planning on being in the library all night I was hoping you’d just call off the date and come and well I didn’t want you to be alone on Valentine’s Day so-”
“Y/N,” Vernon cuts off your rambling, “You brought this food for me?”
“Yeah. I was hoping we could just…have a date here. That is if you don’t mind me being your date tonight.”
“No, of course not, I don’t mind at all.” Vernon reaches across the table and grabs your hand in his. “I’m actually very happy it’s you,” he assures you, and he swears the smile you shoot him lights up the whole room. Maybe Jeonghan was right about finding a Valentine’s Day date.
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cher-rei · 2 months
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afterglow- pt.3 [ T.A.A ]
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pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader
summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.
[wc: 2,5k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]
genre(s): friends?? to lover, work romance, fluff
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"do you have everything?"
charger. phone. apartment keys. suitcase. wait did I say charger?
"uh huh," you answered your sister and closed the trunk of the car, giving her one last hug before joining the staff on the bus that was parked outside of the main office building, along with the team bus.
you watched as she drove away into the early morning. 6:56 to be exact which meant that the sky was covered in hazy clouds, giving into the dusky look despite it being morning. you let out a breath and watched as the cloud of condensation formed.
you put in your airpods and shoved your free hand into your pants pocket. the drive wasn't long and you had to be on the field to oversee training for some clips so you dressed comfortably. a pair of navy blue nike parachute pants, a navy blue sweatshirt with a black shirt underneath and a pair of new balance.
the stroll to the bus was quiet, your mind elsewhere as you watched the staff members roll onto the bus after putting their luggage away. you sent a smile clara's way after she waved at you, and you were mentally preparing yourself to sit beside her during the ride when you were caught off guard by someone tapping your shoulder.
with eyes wide in shock, you whipped around to face the reason for your mini heart attack.
"oh," you sighed thankfully and paused your music when you saw klopp standing in front of you, an apologetic smile on his face.
"good morning to you too," he greeted with a chuckle and you returned it with a sheepish nod before falling into a brief conversation about today's match and it took a but for you to realise that you had to get in the bus where everyone was waiting.
"jamie's watching the match today?"
you stifled a laugh at curtis' entrance, watching as the group's manager gave him a pat on the back. "she'll be watching most of our matches curtis. I told you this already."
curtis let out a knowing hum as the rest of his teammates piled onto the bus, making sure to greet you. he paid close attention to one person in particular however and suddenly had a light bulb moment.
"is she joining us on the bus?"
you quickly shut him down which caused klopp to let out a breathy laugh but curtis was adamant and didn't want to back down.
he took a few steps forward and swiftly took your suitcase out of your hand and gave it to the driver to put away before you could even fight him for it. "wouldn't you rather be accompanied by people your age? we don't want you to die of boredom the entire ride."
you narrowed your eyes at him, knowing very well what he was doing. "It's just an hour. I'll be fine."
you were about to take off when curtis shot his boss a look that took the older man a moment to register. "uh jaime," he called out after you. "you're more than welcome to join us. I think it'll be less of a hassle too, seeing as we'll get out at the hotel together as well."
you've got to be joking.
you let out an even heavier sigh. "no se--"
"--don't worry. you can sit next to me," curtis chimed in effortlessly and slung his arm around your shoulders as he led you onto the bus, talking about how much fun you two were going to have on the ride.
and to be honest. it wasn't a terrible experience.
when you got in it earned quite a few surprise looks considering that it was curtis of all people who got you on the bus.
when you walked over to the middle of the bus with him, you were met with a very confused alex. "uhm?"
"well, give the lady her seat," curtis said and gestured for him to get up and you couldn't help but shoot alex the most apologetic look you could muster up.
he stifled a laugh as he watched curtis point to the seat next to alisson. he reluctantly got up of course and pat you on the shoulder. "I should be the one apologising to you."
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you sighed as you checked your uploaded Instagram story, trying to wrap your head around the fact that you were out on a soccer field at 7 in the morning.
everyone had just gotten back from checking into their hotel rooms and to your luck you were sharing a suite with clara. she was only two years older than you were but she was the sweetest person you'd ever met.
she was rather soft-spoken and kept her life behind the camera. which was exactly what she was doing right now as she took some pictures of the practice session so that it could be uploaded.
practice had started slow but that didn't mean that it was boring. you watched with your lips pursed, eyeing one player in particular before turning to clara who was a bit further away. she shared the same expression as you, one of utter shock.
you put your hand in front of your mouth and mouthed something to her. "he looks so hot."
in return, she gave you an eager nod and waved you over to look at the pictures that she had taken. there were a lot of things that you wanted to say in that moment but you had to hold back for multiple reasons.
both you and clara had to pretend to seem like you were actually doing your job instead of fangirling. "It's illegal to look this damn good."
from beside you clara stifled a laugh and gave you a brief look to see you staring at the footballer, a glint of something in your eyes that she couldn't quite make out.
"he doesn't have a girlfriend," she said with a smile and turned back to the front and took a few more pictures.
it took a moment for you to register her comment. "what difference does that make?" you asked with a quirked eyebrow. "I mean at least I won't get jumped for looking at him, but still."
you hadn't expected clara to laugh as hard as she did. your joke really wasn't that funny but it had the girl doubling over, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter as well when she snorted. you tried your best to calm her down but it just made it worse.
"dude everyone's looking at us," you managed out breathlessly. "the joke wasn't even funny."
clara shook her head in disagreement and wiped a few stray tears off her cheeks that were blood red. "I'm sorry--" she apologized with a snicker. "I just imagined you getting into a fight with a girl and you would get bodied so hard."
your jaw dropped in offence and a slight blush rose to your cheeks. "we're done here."
cara watched as you jokingly stormed off and smiled to herself. "you can do more than just look at him though!"
you whipped around in shock at how loud she had said that. but luckily no one was paying any mind to your little argument and carried on with what they were doing. "cara stop!"
about 10 minutes later the videographers had gotten their cameras rolling and it had brought you back to your presentation that had to be ready by next week thursday. entertaining alternatives. how were you supposed to think of any entertaining alternatives?
as an influencer yourself you took into account that you hadn't posted anything in a while and spent most of your time twitch streaming. you started on tiktok in late 2021 and blew up not too long after. there wasn't much to it— you were pretty and people found you funny but it wasn't much of a job for you since you posted anything you felt like.
but your twitch career was something that you'd always wanted to take a leap into so when you grew a big enough following you started your account with your now ex boyfriend who was still going about his career as per normal.
to the public your breakup was ended on mutual terms and it was stated that you felt that you were better off as friends. he cheated on you with your best friend. there was nothing mutual about that at all.
you dated for nearly three years before you found out, but you're not even sure how long they had been seeing each other. and you don't tend to find out. you needed to get away, so the second you got the chance you moved out of your mother's house in london and moved to liverpool since your sister was here.
and luckily she was more than happy to let you come and live with her for a bit until you got your own place. it was just her, her husband michael, and her 4-year-old son alex who were away visiting michael's parents back in london.
it's been a year now. a very quiet year at that seeing as you distanced yourself from your friends who had in fact known about your boyfriend cheating. but you were happy and that's all that mattered.
oh shit, I have an idea.
"ali. my man." you greeted with a smile and gave the goalkeeper a high five but it was obvious that he was either concerned or suspicious that you were standing in the net with him.
he chuckled at your sudden mood shift and continued to put on his gloves since everyone was getting ready for some shot practice. and frankly it was the viewers favourite segment to watch.
you slowly wandered through the net, taking a look around. "It's nice in here. you come around here often?"
the older man stifled at your rather cute yet amusing joke. "yes I do actually. how about you?"
you shook your head to the side and took a deep breath. "I prefer to be on the pitch. I'm all for the action you know?"
you watched as he eased more into the conversation and played along, and you couldn't help but smile. "hm, you seem like the type. I heard that you played until you finished high school. center forward right?"
a smile drew to your lips at the fond memories, leaning back into the post as you nodded your head. "I was like if chloe kelly and leah williamson had a baby."
ali wasn't the only one to laugh this time. from the other side of the field you could hear jurgen laughing along with the videographers. you hadn't noticed that your interaction was being filmed but at least it was something new.
you turned back to the goalkeeper with a hopeful smile, "that's actually what I wanted to talk-- dude!"
harvey nearly hit you with the ball. well technically he did, but alisson was able to jump in front of you and catch it just in time. you stood behind him in slight distraught and tried to fully process what had just happened.
"let's switch up practice a bit and use jaime as bait," harvey exclaimed and raised his hand with a proud smile. "all in favour say I!"
you scoffed in disbelief to see everyone on the team raise their hands and you were so close to jumping that garden gnome but ali stopped you and told you to carry on talking. this was the equivalent to a trust fall to be frank, but you were desperate and tried to doge the ball everytime it was kicked so that ali could save it.
"okay so basically trent and I kind of have a bet going on right now."
a chuckle left the goalkeeper's lips as he sent the ball back drawin's way while harvey urged everyone to kick the ball a little harder. "a bet? are you two fake dating?"
you pulled a face at the accusation. "ew no."
as if.
"long story short- the garden gnome wanted to tussel but I said no and then he threw trent under the bus and I was like 'hey why not?' but he won't let me because he's obviously scared that I'm gonna beat him and the only way he'll let me is if I can get a goal past you."
you didn't even bother taking a breath in between anything you said and surprisingly ali got it all. he got up from the floor with a deep breath and handed you the ball to kick out, and you did so with ease and made sure to send harvey a look.
"so you want me to help you with this so you can beat trent, but I'm also assuming this has something to do with your idea for 'alternative entertainment'," he said as he ran through your rant again and you gave him an eager nod.
you probably looked like a child to him. oh gosh.
you took a step to the side and got ready to hide behind him as you saw trent get the ball ready. "how did you know?"
"you kept on mumbling 'alternative entertainment' over and over for like five minutes while you were standing behind the post."
you eyes widened a fraction and you gave an embarrassed smile. "oh. that's nice."
that earned another chuckle and a reassuring pat on the back. "I'm in. just tell me when your pitch is approved and we can start."
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it was finally match time, and everyone had started filing out of the tunnel at molineux stadium. it was 4:50 p.m with ten minutes left till kick-off off and the team was on the pitch for warm-ups.
you were sitting peacefully by yourself behind the barricade, your camera out as usual to take a few pictures of your own and checked on the tags on twitter for some feedback from supporters. the stadium was fairly rowdy but since it wasn't a home game the atmosphere wasn't anything in comparison.
it was a few minutes before kick-off when you felt someone slide into the seat beside yours. you glanced at trent from the corner of your eye before returning your attention back to your phone screen. "fancy seeing you here."
trent wasn't playing today due to a minor hamstring injury but he wasnt expected to come and watch the match. you heard him mumbled under his breath, something about you being british but you brushed it off and got back to what you were doing on your phone.
neither of you said anything for quite a bit of time and kept your focus solely on the game in front of you which had taken a turn just seven minutes in when lee chan scored for wolverhampton.
"fuck," you muttered and sat back in your seat, trying your best to read the game.
from beside you trent couldn't help but glance over at you every so often. he watched as you bit your bottom lip in concentration which caused an unfamiliar feeling to swell up for him.
he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying his best to gain your attention. "I'm sorry about earlier. is your arm okay?"
you turned to look at him with a teasing glint in your eyes but your expression remained neutral. "yeah, I'm fine or whatever. i'm not the one with the hamstringy injury."
he nodded his head slightly and turned to the field once again half debating with himself over whether or not you were being sarcastic or not. silence took over for another 10 minutes before he mustered up the courage to say something again.
"were you serious about the whole 'if leah williamson and chloe kelly had a baby' thing?"
an amused smile drew to your lips. "well that's for you to find out when you're ready to play again."
trent stifled a laugh at your confidence and he felt the acceptance sink in. he didn't quite know what it was that intrigued him but he was willing to find out. he just found you strange that's all. and he was having quite the time giving into the banter and your overflowing confidence.
he couldn't lie and say that he didn't find it fun. the entire game he had to fight back the urge to laugh because of something you said or a comment you made about some of the players.
"do you think darwin would drop his hair routine if I asked?"
"£20 says that andy tries to tussel with someone."
"I totally forgot that shorty was on the field. nah garden gnome suits him better."
"I just know for a fact that domi's face card never declines. I mean he's my lockscreen wallpaper for a reason."
it got to the point where he had to take a moment and sink into his seat anytime he wanted to laugh. at some point, jurgen came to join the two of you to rant about how you weren't scoring anything and it was near half time but you gave him some reassurance.
"we always come back second half though. just throw them all with some water to wake them up and you'll get at least two goals I'm sure."
were you right? of course you were. lightwork.
cody, andy and an own goal.
there were eight minutes of added additional time so you took the time to relax, after 90 minutes of screaming and complaining. and you started to notice that trent was warming up to you and actually made conversation.
progress.
"you tagged me in your story? are you even allowed to do that?" he asked and you shrugged your shoulders, not seeing a problem with it.
you quirked your brow. "do you have a girlfriend?"
trent's lips parted in shock at the question, not sure how to respond or what you meant by it. he didn't know how long he spent looking at you lost in thought but it felt like eternity. "no."
"then yes, I am allowed to do that."
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fairyhaos · 8 months
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. ˚ game on !
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requested by 🫧 anon: what about strangers to lovers with wonwoo, the guy that you met at the arcade 😌
pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader
genre: college au, meet cute, arcade au, fluff
word count: 1256
warnings: 1 curse word, maybe mildly ooc
notes: this took way too long for me to write,,, i hope y'all enjoy anyways <3
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Every competent, sensible, slightly-more-sane-than-the-rest college student has a safe place. A haven, a refuge, somewhere they go to be alone and clear their thoughts to relax after a stressful day. 
For some, that place is one of the libraries. Maybe a secluded place in a park. Maybe meeting up with their friends in a coffee shop a little ways off campus. Maybe even just hopping on a train and going all the way home. 
For Wonwoo, however, his place is a little different. 
Wonwoo goes to the arcade. 
There is a small arcade a little ways away from where he lives, on the corner of a busy street and yet, oddly, seems to remain empty for the majority of the day. On the off-chance that there are people there, they're mostly small kids with adults, or pre-teens giddy at having been able to go out without parental supervision. All of them however, know to avoid Wonwoo’s arcade game. The one he’s staked claim over all the way back during his first year.
It's nothing special, simply just one of those shooting games with the plastic guns and bad graphics and weird, tinny sound effects, but Wonwoo likes it. It reminds him of the terrible arcade games back at home. 
It also helps that he's really, really good at it. 
And so, it's another one of those days for him, where he wants to run away from the stress of college life, wants to ignore Mingyu's texts for once and Seungcheol's endless offers to go out for a drink and stand there and shoot at pixelated images without a care in the world. 
When he arrives at the arcade, however, he finds his plans are somewhat disrupted. 
There's someone using his game. 
Wonwoo blinks, surprised. He doesn't move from his spot, a few metres away from the machine, watching the person play and listen to the crackly sounds that come from the speakers every time a successful shot is made. 
They're actually really good.
Eventually, the game finishes with dramatic closing music and the words 'GAME OVER' flashing in front of you, and you set down the arcade gun, sighing. 
You've never played in this arcade before. Coming from another area of the town, the arcade near where you’re staying has been closed down for apparently engaging in "suspicious business" and, without your usual escape, you've had to scour the town for another place to seek refuge in. 
This arcade certainly looks cleaner and more looked-after than the one you'd been frequenting before. Maybe yours really had been engaging in "suspicious business". Old Mr. Song’s oily moustache had been rather suspicious-looking, now that you think about it.
The games are more or less the same, however, and whilst you haven't played in a while, you're pleased to see that you aren't doing too badly, seeing your score flash up as first place in the leaderboard on the game's screen. 
Well, as expected, really. You've been playing this game literally every week for years, whenever you have time or want to chill. Even in a new arcade, you're still a pro. 
You raise your eyebrows at the second place score, however, surprised by how high it is, noting the barest difference in number compared to yours. Not bad, stranger who apparently is as addicted to arcade games as me, you think. 
"Hey," a voice calls out behind you, and you whip around to see a boy standing there, hands in his pockets, walking towards you. 
Oh, shit. The first thing you register is that this guy is quite possibly the most attractive person you've ever seen. 
His black rimmed glasses glint in the neon signs of the arcade as he tilts his head, a bag slung over his shoulder, and there's the faintest smile on his lips. He stops beside you, nodding at the flashing screen. "You're pretty good."
You raise an eyebrow. "Pretty good?" you echo. "I beat the high score that was previously held on his machine. On my first time here, might I add. I think I'm more than 'pretty good'."
That makes him laugh, surprised by your quick-witted response. "Ah, of course. My apologies. You're incredible."
You grin, pleased by both the compliment and the way you managed to pull such a delighted sound out of this boy. Who was really, really attractive, damn. "Thank you. I know."
He smiles again. "So it's your first time in this arcade, hm?"
“Yep,” you say. “I’m not from around here, actually. The arcade in my area closed down, though, because apparently the owner was using it as a cover for a money-laundering scheme, or something.”
The boy’s eyes are glittering behind his glasses lenses, amused. “Or something?”
You shrug. “Something like that. I can’t remember. It was something illegal, anyway, so they shut down and I haven’t been able to let off steam since.” You pat the machine like it’s a long-lost friend, and he follows your movements with that mildly amused expression on his face. “This is the game that I normally play. Well, not this exact one, but we had one of these in my old arcade.” You pause. “Before the illegal—”
“—before the illegal business, perhaps,” the boy says, and you grin.
“Exactly. I don’t know, but something about these games are just so… stress-relieving. I love them so much.” You glance at your score on the screen, still somehow flashing up even though you’ve finished the game a while ago, and smile proudly. “Back at my old arcade, this was ‘my territory’. No one could touch this game because they knew it was mine.”
That has the boy smiling, an amused twitching of the lips, glasses flashing as he holds out his hand to you. “I’m Wonwoo.”
“Um.” You blink, a little confused by the sudden introduction, but you shake his hand. Wonwoo’s grip is firm, warm, and his eyes seem to light up when your palm makes contact with his. “I’m Y/N?”
“You’re Y/N?” he says, voice a little teasing, mimicking the questioning lilt you’d unintentionally added to the end of your sentence. “Are you sure?”
You roll your eyes, unable to help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”
He laughs, a soft chuckle that makes your heart clunk oddly in your chest. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says, releasing your hand to gesture to the game machine, “and in this arcade, this game is my territory.”
You blink, and then your eyes widen. “Oh my god,” you say, laughing a little. “That’s such an incredible coincidence. Wait, does that mean that all of these scores are yours, too?” You point to the screen, and Wonwoo grins.
“Maybe. No one else has touched this game in years. Not since I’ve claimed it.”
You nod appraisingly. “You’re pretty good,” you say, as if giving him your grudging respect, and he smiles again. “Not as good as me, unfortunately.”
That makes him pause, raising an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, Y/N?”
“Maybe,” you chirp, drawing yourself up to full height, looking him right in the eye. “Will you be willing to take the challenge, Mr. Wonwoo?”
Wonwoo tilts his head, observing you quietly for a moment, before the corner of his mouth quirks up in a half-smile, confident and gentle and shy and eager all at once. He drops his bag from his shoulder and steps closer to you, eyes bright with an emotion you can’t quite name.
“Game on.”
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chatterbox-73 · 7 months
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not sure if U take requests but could u do present mic or an aizawa fic?
.Sugar Daddy.
.Radio Sugar.
Hizashi Yamada x fem!Reader
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This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.
You must be 18 years or older to read this...
🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞
Part two: Price of consoling (Shota Aizawa)
A/N: I was required to write about Mic or Aizawa, honestly had the hardest time choosing so will most likely post an Aizawa one-shot in the foreseeable future… though I also don’t want to jinx myself😁.
Summary/inspiration/prompt: you find yourself at a bar using your last few yen before meeting a stranger who teaches you a few very important lessons.
Word count: 1.4k
CW: NSFW and adult content, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving and implied f!receiving), inexperienced reader, drinking.
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You were at university getting your major in music and performing arts, your parents hadn’t approved of your decision to study music and so they completely cut you off. You hadn’t spoken to or seen them in years and it was hard getting by at first that was until you met and got extremely close to a very popular pro hero, who also happened to be a teacher at a top hero academy and a host of a late night radio talk show.
You had been having no luck with any jobs, as all the places hiring wanted some oddly specific quirks for the jobs, some wanted strength based quirks while others wanted speed based quirks, both of which weren’t so fortunate to have. Instead you had a mutation quirk, you didn’t think it was ‘unsightly’, you actually believe yourself to be quite beautiful however you had been called ‘unsightly’ more times in this week alone then you had in your entire life; your quirk wasn’t even that bad.
Your quirk, ‘Four Eyes’ your childhood friend so cruelly named it gave you an extra set of eyes, your extra set of eyes were usually a cool gray but would change colours depending on your emotions. So all in all it wasn’t a weird or out of the ordinary type of quirk, but people still didn’t want to work with someone who had a mutation.
You found yourself at a bar drinking your last few hundred yen, your head laid against the bar counter and you watched the amber coloured liquid swirl around the cup, “now why’s a pretty lady, alone in a place like this?” Your eyes followed where the voice came from, to fine a blonde man with red eyes and a moustache. “Cheap beer and quiet… oh and of course mutant friendly… and you are?” you sat up and took a large swig of the beer almost finishing it all in one shot, he smiled at you and rested his elbows on the bar table, “Yamada… tough time, huh?” He throw his name in as it held no importance and made no attempt to hide that he looked at your breasts, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms under your breasts to pushed them up. If some guy was going to hit on you, you were going to take full advantage of it… “yeah… so it should be easy for you to understand I don’t do this for free” you hummed, as if you knew what you were doing, but in actuality you had no clue. You’d seen plenty of movies and read copious amounts of books with scenarios like this but you had never sold yourself for money, you weren’t even very versed in the ‘act’ itself, but maybe you’d get lucky and he’ll take charge. Yamada lent in and whispered to you, his eyes still focused on your plump breasts “go to the bathroom and I’ll meet you there” he lightly kissed your neck and sat up straight, you got up and walked to the bathroom waiting for the man.
You sat on your feet looking directly at his hard member, it wasn’t massive but still large, it was covered in thick pulsing veins and curved to the side, his balls hung low and were mostly hairless despite the nicely trimmed dense dark blond carpet of pubes that surrounded his cock, in all honesty the sight was delicious, you felt a ache in your abdomen and throat, a dampness settled in your panties as a dryness sat in your mouth. Yamada grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek before wiping his tip along your lips before using his other hand to tilt your head back and open your mouth, “suck it baby” he demanded and slide is tip over your tongue, you rested your hands flat on your thighs and began suckling on his tip, you continued this until he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, “get up” he said and barely looked down at you, you stood and before you could anything he bet you to it. “You don’t do this often” Yamada said as he looked at you, his eyes cold and dark, you shook your head and went to apologise but was interrupted again, “tell me when I’ve got the number right” he held up a hand all five fingers up, before he put down his thumb, only leaving up four fingers, you watched his hand and he watched you. Yamada dropped another finger and then another, to this you blinked and looked to the ground, the man looked at his hand… two, how measly and pathetic, he thought. “And out of these two times, did you give a blowjob” he asked and your eyes stayed on the ground, he hummed and wrapped an arms around your waist pulling you into his chest, his other hand tangled onto your hair “don’t worry, I’ll teach you, sweetness” he chuckled as forced a kiss on your mouth, you gasped as he pressed his hips into yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth, you grabbed his shirt and whined before he pulled away from you and pushed you back onto your knees.
You panted and gasped as your heart raced, you looked up at him waiting for instructions, “grab the base with one hand” you followed the instruction, your hand wrapped around his tip and slowly slid down to the base making contact with Yamada’s rough carpet, he smirked and nodded “good girl, now gently cup my balls with your other hand” he said, your hand lightly cupped his sack, it was strange they were warm, heavy and strangely smooth, the man hissed slightly at the warmth of your hand, “now hurry up and start sucking… but don’t only suck, kiss and lick too” he eyed you as you took his tip into your mouth and sucked it, before you swirled your tongue around it and slowly slipped it out of your mouth, you continued to repeat this same action until you gained more confidence and with your new found confidence you took him deeper, you bobbed your head and light rubbed his ball, Yamada leaned his head back groaning and tangling a hand into your hair.
It was euphoric, his taste, his scent and his sound, he was enjoying your mouth wholly, Yamada wasn’t far from finished and somehow you could tell, you gently squeezed his sack and took him all the way in, it was uncomfortable and made you feel as though you’d vomited at any moment but the feeling of his body tense and the taste of his hot seed… your eyes rolled back and you hand disappeared under the waistband of your pants, you moaned allowing your fingers to explore your wetness, the man stiffened and pulled you off his member, pulling you to your feet.
Your body pressed to his, your fingers still occupied with your cunt, “that was sloppy…” Yamada hummed pulling your hand from your pants, “you came… didn’t you” you whined and glared at the man before your resentment quickly turned to shock as he took your dirty fingers into his mouth sucking them clean, Yamada chuckled lifting you onto the bathroom counter before yanking your pants off and disappearing between your thighs.
You looked at your very full bank account it had only been two hours since you allowed that strange to fuck you on the bathroom counter and now you stood at the ATM looking down at all the extra digits that weren’t there before, one single transaction from a Hizashi Yamada and you’re richer than you’d been in your entire life, all you had to do was have some sloppy mediocre sex with him, suddenly a thought crossed your mind; ‘if I get better at that and do everything he wants… I’d be living comfortably for the rest of my life’ you smile and draw out some money, just enough to get dinner and rent a couple of adult films… for studying of course…
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That was three years ago, now you live in a high class apartment and wear the finest clothes and jewellery, everything and anything you want, only for the price of your body. However there’s one thing you weren’t prepared for was Yamada introducing you to his friend, A friend he explained has recently broken up with his girlfriend and needs some consoling… at the right price of course… to which you couldn’t refuse.
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More from the ‘Sugar Daddy’ series:
Masterlist (coming soon)
Previous - Satoru Gojo: ‘Not’ only you.
Next - Shota Aizawa: Price of consoling.
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moxfirefly · 1 year
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Pretty please do Donnie x Frem!Reader 🥺🙏 Jealous/possessive Donnie, maybe he snaps at some guy for coming onto the reader and then feels a little insecure about the relationship and needs reader to remind him that he's all they want. Maybe Donnies a little rough/possessive during the sex(feel free to disregard this if you want) and preferably private sexy times if you could. 💜💚
[HOLD] for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way.
[REMIND] for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.
To eachother:
"Tell me you're mine." and " no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. You're it. You're all I want."
To a third party:
" don't you dare touch them."
You know I love my mans, so let’s do this.
“That I miss you when it’s quiet”
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
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He often wondered if these little appreciation events were worth it. For the most part they were usually held at a secret location and aside from themselves, Chief Vincent and close friends; it was filled with known faces.
A majority of the police force was also invited. Donnie knew them all, not from speaking with them. He had files on every single person who knew of their existence. He had to be a step ahead naturally, contingency plans weren’t an easy thing to prepare but he had them.
He hadn’t quite developed one for jealousy though.
This was jealousy of course. He could feel how it vibrated everywhere within himself, from the clench to his jaw to the tension at his fingers. The rookie he’d refer to him, he was the one with less experience in the force compared to his comrades. It had dawned on this individual to start chatting you up, and maybe a few cocktails into the nights festivities had egged him on to be bold. Because as he laughed at, no doubt a shit joke, he thought he could slide an arm around your waist.
You had recoiled, a nervous smile trying to ease the movement.
But it’s all the incentive he needed.
Because Donnie marched his god damn ass over to the two of you ready to put one of his contingency plans in motion. He very sure of himself when he wrapped and arm around you, large three fingers digging into the side of your waist. You opened your mouth, relief washing over you that Donnie was there but his gaze was zeroed in on the tipsy man.
“Hey big guy! Havin fun?” The rookies splotchy red cheeks painted a picture of just how inebriated he was becoming.
Donnie tugged you close, nosed the crown of your head and simply whispered for you to go somewhere and wait for him.
As you walked away, you looked over your shoulder to see Donnie grip the man’s shoulder in what could’ve looked as a friendly pat.
You didn’t catch his words, muffled by the chatter and music.
Didn’t quite see as he tugged the man close and leaned down to his eye level.
“Don’t you dare touch her” He deadpanned, eyes focused and reading that whatever came out of this man’s mouth could be his saving or his downfall. It served to sober him up enough and the man staggered backwards with fear in his eyes.
Exiting the party felt like a blur, there was a quiet almost volcanic feel to the ride back to your apartment. You figured you’d turn in and forget this messy end but when Donnie pushed open the window as your closed the door to your apartment you knew other things were in store for you.
There was an apprehensive jitter to his movements, a second guessing that brought you back to the early stages of your relationship with him.
When you had approached him, hands landing on his rough plastron in a comforting rub. You could feel his early need to recoil.
But he didn’t.
He placed his hand atop your own and rubbed. You kissed him, did your best to quiet that mind of his that ran a mile a minute. With those kisses you had soon found yourself at the mercy of his hand undressing you and taking you to your bedroom.
It had been there that he found that all those feelings, all those drowning sounds that sounded much like his own voice, could finally quiet themselves. He need not remind himself that when he had had you beneath him all he needed was to simply loose himself inside of you.
And that he did.
You felt his hands slide beneath you to grip your rear and further glue you to the bed. His face was stuck to your neck and with each thrust you felt his groans vibrate all across your skin. His teeth found that sensitive spot, your his quickly melted into a moan as he angled his hips. You wanted to see his face, wanted those beautiful eyes of his glued to you but just as you tried to stick your arms out from beneath his own he spoke.
“Tell me you’re mine” He mutters out against your cheek, huffs of warm air hitting you just as you lift your legs a little more.
His words aren’t playful, they don’t have that hint of flirtatious undertone that they have. When his eye do land your face, when you see how naked his gaze his, it hits you that he’s needs this.
He needs to be reminded that you belong to every inch of him.
You managed to unstick a hand and grip his chin, his thrusting slowing to a gentle rocking. You held his gaze, mouth dry from your exertions but you smiled, honest and sincere.
“No one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. You’re it. You’re all I want.” Your thumb ran across his lower lip, and every beautiful and meaningful look you had give him before did not compare to the way you looked at him in that very second
You watched his eyes, shiny and moist and holding back simply breaking apart on top of you.
“Im yours, Donnie”
He dove into kiss you, so feverishly and so desperately.
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Parallels are funny
I was never into anime when we were friends. I just wasn't a fan, until recently. I was watching a few different animes based on another friend's recommendations. Jujutsu Kaisen is the one I am referring to as I write this. I never thought about why Satoru Gojo's and Suguru Geto's relationship really affected me until I saw this piece of art.
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Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto fit us so well.
The love, the intensity, the ending. One who would do anything for the other if they asked. One who kept the other in check while allowing them to feel truly free. One who was shining too bright to notice the darkness consuming the other. The one who had endless possibilities, and the one who wanted the impossible.
From freshman year to the middle of our junior year of college, we were inseparable.
Constant rides and study sessions. Doing homework, and practicing our pass-off music together. Those first few classes in our major were hard, but don't worry, I was there to always lend a hand when you needed it. Classes just kept getting harder. We both started to get busy and overwhelmed. I know you started to feel depressed when I was advancing in classes, and you were struggling with the same ones. I was there to support you as much as I could, but I had to keep going. I just didn't realize that I was leaving you behind. I thought you just needed more time, but you were focused on other things.
We were a duo- connected at the hip. Always together, never too far apart.
The friendship was innocent. Sharing laughs and having late night conversations. Small, drunk kisses that didn't mean anything, right? Cuddling and sharing blankets. Matching outfits and saying I love you. We talked about getting matching tattoos. I swore you were my soulmate. We shared so many late night drives. Remember when we went to the beach at midnight and didn't get back home until 4am? Yeah, I replay the video sometimes just to hear your voice.
Everyone thought we were dating.
That was so funny, right? Of course as best friends we shared locations, had specific nights just for us to get dinner, had sleepovers every weekend, and joked about why we haven't slept together, yet. Of course, as best friends we would push the limits of what other friends do. Of course, I noticed you were struggling, I tried my best to help you. It wasn't always what you needed, but I tried. -Did you notice my struggle? No? That's okay. I hid it pretty well.- Of course, I got upset when you started to use guys to make other guys jealous. I didn't want to see you play with people's emotions like that, but I also didn't know how to stop you. You couldn't see how it affected you. You didn't see the changes it made.
Some words were said- words I wish I could take back, but it's too late for that.
We didn't speak for quite some time after that. I left my final 'I love you' on your doorstep- a scrapbook of us. The times we did speak were brief and out of pure necessity. Until, one day you volunteered a comment on my performance. I was frozen. You didn't need to compliment me- I didn't need it, rather. This was a critique, but you offered me love, instead.
That was your final 'I love you.'
I know that many other people have experienced a friendship like SatoSugu, but I think we truly encapsulated it, unfortunately. From the intense friendship with wild adventures, to blurring the lines between friend and lover, to losing each other, and to, finally, saying our final 'I love yous' to each other in our own ways.
Just like Satoru Gojo's happiness around Suguru Geto, my happiness was so loud when I was with you that I could not hear your silence. I’m sorry Satoru- Suguru didn’t stay in this universe either. Maybe the next one. In this universe, I spent 3 years loving you, and, now, I will spend the rest of forever missing you. There is no curse more twisted than love.
You're not dead, but I will never see you again. Even if I did, you wouldn’t be the same. You are my best friend, and I was yours.
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lesbianslvt666 · 10 months
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hunger
Musician!R x artist!guitarrist!E
In which Ellie sees how much you want to make your dreams come true so she helps you as much as she can.
but being a rockstar comes with a lot of fun, and a lot of pain…
TW: not proof read 😔👎
CW: mentions of gore, in the future mean Ellie, a bit of angst, some fluff, whiped!Ellie, a bit of loser Ellie lol, mentions of the U.K!! And a lot of fucking cursing, mentions or descriptions of drugs and alcohol, and smoking, a lot lol.
Smut in the future of course 
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you couldn’t afford to continue with your studies.
not that you cared about college either, you knew you had a greater purpose since you were a child, writing songs as soon as you learned your ABC's, and singing as soon as were out of the womb.
music school was WAY out of budget.
The original plan was the U.K… too expensive to get there…
Then it was of course New York… you know the drill…
When you moved to Brooklyn you were expecting to get a closer insight on the music industry.
to be where the majority of your favourite artists grew up in.
However, you were greeted with a guy trying to mug you but getting mugged by an older woman while you flee the scene, and an extremely expensive rent for an apartment the size of a sock.
L shaped. a room, a very small study, a bathroom that didn’t had a separation between the shower head and the toilet and the smallest kitchen to ever exist.
However, the view was like no other, the big window pointing to the walls marked in art to the bone, people on the nearby basketball court, playing live music, skating or, of course, playing basketball.
Working two side jobs to pay for your needs and your pretty black cat named tuna.
still, working during day time as a receptionist and playing in ugly shit holes of bars at night wasn’t easy to maintain.
You needed a roommate fast.
and as today calls, with Mia storming out of the pub.
bruised lip after fighting a creep, guitar hanging from her shoulder and both middle fingers pointing at you and your band, while walking backwards to the exit and screaming.
"I quit you cunts! this aint going anywhere!"
you also needed a guitarist…
That’s when you started to talk with your friends, you needed someone that wouldn’t kill you in your sleep, or worse… steal all your shit and run away, or even lamer…. that would get you in a pyramid scheme.
So you called your best girl, the most precious sunshine in the world. Dina, who by now was sitting across your bed, feet on your lap while you massaged them.
for fucks sake, poor Dina worked as a hostess in a very expensive restaurant, working on high heels for six hours a day. She needed the relive.
"so I told him that if he ever came closer to me I was going to yank the little three hairs left in his receding balding stupid head of his, smash his skull hard against the pavement and make him clean his brain splattered with his tongue" her soft demeanour and relaxed body contrasting her poison laced words, however, all you could see was flowers and rainbows clouding around her.
"Dina, I need a roommate, like now, or I'll have to go back to Michigan with my dad…" you changed the subject as soon as she stopped talking, her eyes darting to you and her body lifting from the mattress.
She already had two roomies and her rent was way too good to be located in new York, you didn’t wanted her to leave such a good opportunity of a place.
"do you perhaps have a friend that would be waling to take the smallest of rooms aka aa fucking 2x2 meters study? And very small bathroom and shower that leaks and I haven't been able to fix, in this very shitty part of Brooklyn and-"
your rant was interrupted by Dina's hand on your thigh, cleaning the tears that were falling from your eyes without you noticing.
 this was your chance to prove to yourself you could make your dreams come true and money wasn’t helping…
"I have a friend… I mean she is not like,  rich, but she has financial aid in NYU in visual arts, she just enrolled a few months ago and her landlord is a fucking weirdo, also… I guess she would like to live the Brooklyn experience?, you know, all Basquiat and shit…" she said almost not paying attention to her own words while looking for her friends contact on her phone.
The pencil Ellie had on her hand was hammering the table in front of her, this lecture too boring for her to even care.
She had to add it to her schedule for extra points after missing too many classes.
Her early morning classes were a pain in her ass, she had to work night shifts to pay her "fucking new York rent" as she told her best friend Jesse.
"bzzz, bzzzz…" the sudden messages scaring the shit out of Ellie, she wasn’t dealing right now, so who was messaging her? Both Joel and Jesse knew she was in class, her last hook up stood her up after a night at a party and she had no other friends… perhaps an emergency?
She unlocked her phone, hiding it behind her sketchbook, (she was doing homework for another class)
@Dina_beatchlvr
Hey, Ellie, sorry the time.
Jesse told me u in class, but I am.
I am here with my friend, she has this free studio down here in Brooklyn, great location and pretty view from the main window.
@ells69
Sup, umm, I already have an apartment tho?
@Dina_beatchlvr
Yeah, I mean… thought you wanted to get away from your landlord as possible? 🤷🏽‍♀️
@ells69
What's the catch? How much? And who is your friend? Iont wanna die before 27 :))
@Dina_beatchlvr
 the catch is that she needs a roomie and I don’t want wtvr weirdo in her personal space.
I also happen to know that you need to renew the contract with your creep of a landord, anddddd, the place is smoke and pet frendly :)) (she has a pretty cattt)
Also this her @dyk34u
Think about it ;)
Of course Dina knew what she was doing, she knew that your insta would call her attention.
Hell she knew you was her type. (and the bikini pics work wonders for her plan)
Without a thought Ellie moved in with you, no time to check the actual location before leaving her new York apartment and took off everything with her.
You didn’t knew her aside from that one pic Dina showed you from like three years ago, yet you trusted Dina with your life, you knew she wouldn’t let you get killed or robed.
Dina and her boyfriend came with Ellie to help with the unpacking, the two being the first ones to enter the "house"
Behind them, a woman mumbling obscenities about how small the house was and how actual of a shit hole this was and how she was tricked to live there.
she looked a bit taller than you, a bit muscular but skinny, freckles dusting all over her face and shoulders as she was wearing a wife pleaser, perky boobs that displayed against the white thin fabric of her shirt and some skinny jeans, however, the most important part.
A guitar case hanged in one of her shoulders.
Perfect.
When her eyes landed on you she shut her mouth.
"sorry, ummhh, I am Ellie, you must be…" she extended her hand to you and you took it while telling her your name.
that evening was rather uneventful. really just helping her unpacking and putting things away, it was your free day at your day job. Still… you were playing almost two shows every night.
You weren't the best at playing guitar, you and the girls were enduring these shows.
all of you looking for a new guitarist.
Holding auditions with pretentious shits or men denigrating your job for being "a bunch of dykes in a whiny band"
So, a few hours prior to going to your first gig of the night you took all of your courage to ask her.
"from one to ten, how good are you at playing? Guitar, i mean…" Ellie was sitting across from you, finishing to place the headboard.
Her sight puncturing to your face as soon as you asked that.
She took it a s a challenge, squint eyes eyeing you up and down, a small smirk glowing.
"oh I am shit, a two out of ten if you count one being a new born."
her hand grabbing for her guitar nearby, you laughed at her dry sarcasm, although your laugh was short lived as soon as she started to play.
veiny and tatted hands strumming and playing a jazz melody.
her fingers waltzing smoothly like she was just a breeze on top of the strings, making it look so easy.
her eyes connecting with yours, her face relaxed and a pretty shit eating grin all over her features.
She didn’t knew how you manage to convince her to go and watch you guys play, (only at the first pub of the night.) even though she had a test the next day seven am sharp.
She was in a trance as soon as you started to sing, lyrics soul puncturing and music enticing, easy to hear, hard not to take heartfelt.
The way you moved on stage, your body contorting and dancing, music guiding you like a puppet, she wanted to see you like this for ever, it was like a spell put on her, nothing else in her mind, clouded completely by you.
You.
She knew you would make it big.
you mention coming here to make your goals come true and she didn’t had a doubt you would make it.
I mean, Look at you! Everyone around you bewitched.
When the first gig ended Ellie couldn’t think of anything else, she needed to be there when you make it big, to be beside you.
"what'ya think?" you asked her out of breath, clothes tight on your body (she was looking at your tits) from all the sweat while you took your hair up.
The veins on you neck popping out, flush skin shimmering with sweat.
"can I kiss you?"
She wasn’t thinking at all, only you all over her, you.
your mind thought a hundred thoughts in less than a second, pros and cons and then landed on "we are in 2023 girl, a kiss is like a hug now a days" right? Like, this is only friendly and of course I wouldn’t make anything weird? Right?
Right…
So you took her by the hair and pressed your lips to hers.
Her strong hands groping your ass and yours moving to her waist to feel her closer, caressing the small of her back, open mouths and the taste of liquor from Ellie, clashed with the taste of cigarettes form you.
She sent you a message when she arrived to the apartment, after that…
You didn’t saw her when you arrived.
you didn’t saw her when she left.
when you left she wasn’t home already.
you didn’t saw her when you came back from day work.
So you went to the store, out of nowhere craving noodles to eat before you could sleep a bit and then go to play.
Certainly no to entertain your wondering mind, Ellie fogging all of it, like you where walking down an infinite path down Ellie lane.
The growing anxiety quivering in you head, what if she thought it was a mistake?
However, when you came back you saw Ellie sitting.
crossed legged on the living room.
guitar on.
and a bunch of papers scattered around her.
She was learning your songs…
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FUCK, I LIKE YOU
⊹ ── featuring : itoshi sae + fem!reader
⊹ ── genre : college life au, fluff, friends to lover au
⊹ ── cw : mentions of alcohol, kinda suggestive, lowercase intended, grammartical error
⊹ ── extra note : hope yall enjoy this piece <3 you can check out my masterlist on my blog if you want more from me
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maybe, you should have just stay at home, burying your nose deep within your notes. maybe, you should just stay at home, burning your eyes by facing the screen of your laptop as you work on your essay. you should have do so instead of letting shidou ryusei drag your ass to the party hosted by otoya eita. you should have not let shidou's provocative insult easily grazed your pride but hey you're not a boring bookworm.
but in the end, you're in the middle of the chaotic room, where people are bouncing around to the beats of the song. shit, otoya sure have good taste when it comes to music. you let shidou excitedly drag you around by the wrist, as he promised to stop by the foods and drinks before indulging into the party. you can't even properly hear him for he is shouting through the loud music.
"here you go, pipsqueak." shidou said, shit eating grin on his face while handing you a plate full of dessert the moment both of you reached the place where there's plenty of foods and drinks.
"pipsqueak my ass. thanks by the way, cockroach." you muttered, accepting the plate and begin to enjoy it.
you could only make out the loud yelling of shidou greeting some people he knows before he disappear into the crowds. right, he just left your ass there, alone. you wish you're as socially active as shidou is for the moment, maybe you can even get some guys or girls to spend the party with. you remain there, eyes scanning the room. you saw some familiar faces like nagi and reo from business major, karasu from fashion major, bachira from art major, isagi yoichi from sports science major and more. some of them that locked eyes with you smiled and signaled at you to come over and join them but you declined them with a polite tight smile.
"sae is over there."
you turned your head at the sudden voice that speak to you as the said person also mention itoshi sae's whereabout. your eyes widen slightly, of course, it's the younger itoshi, itoshi rin. you didn't take him for someone that would attend party. rin picked few slices of fruits and eating it.
"i didn't even ask about him, rin." you replied him, playfully rolled your eyes at him.
"i know but your face said so. what, aren't you like his girl or something?" rin said, eyes lingered on you.
you swear, the aircond in this room is quite cold but you are surrounded by warmth, spreading across your face. you? sae's girl? no way, you guys are friends. why is this younger itoshi saying it as if it's just a fact that everyone knows? damn.
"what the? who even tell you that? we are friends, for fuck sake." you sighed, filling up a cup of mixed alcoholic drinks, chugging it bottom ups.
you're probably gonna regret it but it's not like you are always out and get to wet your throat with alcoholic drinks. let alone ones that are expensive and high quality. your money isn't really yours anymore at this point, your academic needs swallowed them clean. rin scrunches his nose at the sight of you consuming the mixed drinks, mentally judging you for the harm it'll cause to your body.
"friends, huh? but you guys always eye fuck each other though." rin spat out, blakly staring down at you as you cringe at his words.
"rin what the hell?"
"like i said, he's over there. just make sure yall don't fuck in the house later. have fun or don't." rin ignored your remark before he left to god knows where.
despite you getting all denial and defensive over whatever rin has said just now, you ended up sitting next to sae. it's pretty secluded, as both of you are a sorta shielded from the crowds. sae manspreading purposely, simply signing that he does not want any nobody sit with the both of you. plus, it's his way of setting dominance, warding off any creeps that might be trying their luck on flirting with you or himself. sae has his eyes partially on you while he also mindlessly scrolling through his phone. he noticed you're a bit out of character due to the numerous of alcoholic mixed drinks you keeps on chugging down.
"damn, my head feels like shit." you groaned, downing another shot of the drinks, letting it running wild in you, fucking up your once sober mind.
god, you should have stay at home but wow sae looks extra good today. has he been this handsome and good looking? of course but you're blinded by your own lies of seeing him as friends only. rin's previous words begin to echoes through your mind, simply challenging you. messily pouring yourself another drink, you are about to down it, in hopes of shutting down your chaotic brain but sae beats you to it. he snatched the red cup from your hand, glaring at you. shit, he looks hot while glaring daggers at you.
"stop it already, you'll hurt yourself, dumbass. i'll drive us home, let's go." sae said, trying to get you back to home before the alcohol could mess you up even more.
"i ain't a dumbass, sae. i can handle it, don't be such a party pooper." you slurred, gaze hazy as the alcohol has finally dominating your bloodstream.
you tried to snatch the cup back from sae but he raise it over his head, creating more distance. you clicked your tongue at him, climbing his lap and straddling him. you clenched your fist around the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to you as your lidded eyes stare at him both dreamily and hazily. sae's eyes widen slightly, heart punching his rib cages aggressively. are you out of your mind? you're driving him insane. his gaze harden at the thought of you doing this exact act on some random guys. his heart is burning, the type of flame he does not wish to feel at all. you are his friend, why is he jealous over the thought of you with some nobody dudes?
he was so shocked when a pair of warm lips attached itself to his lips. your lips, connecting to his. you are kissing him, he is kissing you. friends kissing each other, fucking wild. he could not stop himself, as he let himself melt into your kiss, indulging deeper into your taste mixing up with the tons of alcohol you've consumed while ago. he felt your grip on his collar loosening as both your hands move themself towards his face, one snaking itself away as it hook itself onto his nape, fingers fiddling and gripping the low end of his hair. god, you're so hot.
he dropped the cup, letting it wetting the carpet. both his hands finds its way to your hips. he hold onto your hips for dear life, savoring the moment. he felt like a bastard, for enjoying this moment. you're not sober, you're not in your right state of mine. he should have known better than letting this happen and let alone enjoys it but hell how could he pass such a godly chance? those pretty lips that he wish he could kiss is finally molding itself into his, nibbling his lower lips. his eyes remained on your lips, those plump lips glazed by his and yours mixed up spits. he almost chase your lips again but froze when you bombed him with your slurred words.
"sae, i like you so much but we're friends. fuck."
his heart dropped at your words. at this moment, why must you remind him of the reality. let him enjoys it greedily for the moment, can't you? let you be his for the moment, let him be yours for thr moment. because the possibility of this happen again is hella thin, given him for not being brave enough to cross line of yours and his friendship.
he return to reality once again when he no longer feels your weight on his laps, nor your warmth heating up his body. he saw you walk away, body swaying slightly definitely due to still not being fully sober. he feels like a jerk. your voice just now, they sound so pretty yet so sad. were you like him as well? do you like him but is afraid of destroying the friendship both of you crafted over the years?
"didn't know genius boy could make out with a fine lady, huh? she's a hottie, mind introducing her to me?"
sae turned his head up, looking up the culprit that just whistled and said so to him. of course, it's none other than oliver aiku. there's no way he is letting that man getting near to you, not even glancing at your way. knowing him, you'd definitely ended up heart broken.
"you wish, old geezer. she's mine, don't get any ideas into your womanizer mind." sae replied, looking away from the man.
"aye, chill. everyone knows she's your girl, genius boy. i was just joking." oliver laughed.
"no wonder no ladies would stay for so long with you. your jokes aren't funny at all." sae snickered, leaving aiku behind who is laughing at him while saying something that sae does not give a fuck about.
right now, he needs to go after you. he pushed pass through the crowds, finally getting himself out of the party. he was about to call you when he received a text from his brother.
rin : i drive your girl home already. what a shitty boyfriend you are.
rin : you really leave her like that? what if i kiss her?
sae : 🖕
sae only replied shortly with an emoji, flipping his brother off. he gets into his car, driving to your home. he even get something from the nearby 7/11 to aid you with your incoming massive hangover tomorrow morning. his mind crawling its way back to the memory that happened while ago, back to the party where you kiss him so wildly. warmth running from his neck to hid face and ending on his tips of ears. that was so hot of you but knowing you, you'd definitely avoid him. he does not want that to happen, it'll add in more damages which definitely will cause him to lose you. he does not want that at all.
he arrived at your house and succesfully getting inside using the spare key hidden under the pots of flowers. he carefully enters your house, heading toward your room after he locked the door properly. he knock on your door thrice, before he invite himself into your room. to his surprise, you're not naked at all or lack of clothings on your body. but he knows better. he set his stuff aside before he helps you cleaning yourself up a bit, preparing yourself for the bed.
first, he takes off your make up, cleaning your face by doing your usual night timr skincare. then, he cleans your body up by wiping wet towels on the skin of your neck and arms before he change your attire into ones that are comfortable to sleep in. he helps you to the bed, tucking you in, making sure you're sleeping on your side as to avoid you dying due to suffocation. who knows you'd puke out the alcohol you had? before he left your room, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
instead of staying in the same bed with you, he went to sleep on the couch of your living room. he is tired himself, making him falls under the spell of sleep as soon as he sinks his head into your plushie that he managed to drag along before he left your room.
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"fuck.. " you groaned as you get yourself up from the bed.
your whole body is sore and the pain that has been throbbing crazily in your head isn't helping at all. you should have not consume those drinks but damn you were being out of character last night. you get yourself into the bathroom, hoping a warm shower could lessen the pain.
the moment you stared at yourself into the mirror, you were confused. your face isn't decorated with make ups, your outfit isn't the same as last night. you don't really remember anything from last night at the moment. you make sure you're throughly clean and fresh for the morning, before stepping out and dressing up for the day. you were about to exit your room when you caught the sight of glass of water and advil. you swear they weren't there this morning but you consumed it quickly, hoping the pain would stop from trying to drill itself into your brain.
"good morning, sleepyhead." sae greeted you, eyeing you with amusement as you're not even paying much attention to his odd appearance in your house.
"good morning,sae." you replied mindlessly only for you to turn your head at him again, looking at the man to make sure he is real and you're not drunk.
"before you said anything, i helped you with cleaning up but no worries i didn't look at your girls. i'll wait 'till marriage." sae said, with hints of teasing coating his voice.
you remain dumbfounded for the moment. when it hits you, the hot and almost lewd scene that happened last night as the product of alcohol dominanting your bloodstream, you look away from sae, face warm from embarrassment.
you should really just stay at home last night. fuck shidou, now you've made something that might have ruin yours and sae's friendship. your minds are suddenly more active that it was when you're writting for your exams. your brain is racking through reasons to cover up for your stupid action last night.
"you know, i heard what you said last night. really? that's your way of confessing to me? how lame." sae teased you, breaking you out of your trains of thoughts.
he cornered your figure, pushing you up against your kitchen island. he stands in between of your legs, tall figure towering you with his gaze lowered itself upon yours. closed up itoshi sae is so gorgeous. this closeness caused you to remembered the details of your last night's act. sae only snickered at you as you avoid his gaze, definitely remembering about the hot make out.
sae rest his fingers under your chin, lifting your chin up to make you face him. those pretty eyes of yours, should only be looking at him. he eyes your features, taking in the exquisite view of your godly and heavenly crafted features. you're always gorgeous to him.
"i like you so much but we are friends." sae mocked, voice an octave lower as his half lidded eyes staring into yours intensely.
before you could say anything, he dives in. he kisses you, wanting you to remember the kiss you graced him last night. he can kiss you better than you, you know? sae holds you closer, almost wanting to mold you into the spaces between both of you. wanting to get close to you even more. he wants you. he needs you. he craves for you. his heart yearns for you and itoshi sae is the type to get whatever he wants.
"god, i like you so much, i wanna ruin our friendship." sae confessed to you, his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek.
"i like you so much. let me take you out for a date, yea?" sae said, smiling so charmingly at you.
"i like you too, so much. let's go on a date." you replied him, smiling at him as you pulls his torso closer, holding him close.
itoshi sae sealed his promise of taking you out for date— a date where he can finally be more than friends to you, a date where he can spoil you with his affections and love with no limits— he sealed his promise of taking you out on a date with another loving and sensual kiss.
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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 10 months
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Hey :) this is a bit if a sensitive topic… but i got an idea for a request and i don’t know if you’d be willing to write it? I’ve been struggling with anorexia for a very long time and i’ve been thinking what if y/n was in the love band and she has an ed and body image issues and you know the outfit the band’s always wearing? For me personally, it’d be so triggering to wear because i know i’d feel so fat wearing it (don’t know why tbh)…Anyway, what if she hasn’t really told anyone about her struggle (maybe they saw signs but don’t know for sure) and she’d agreed to wear the outfit but then before a show she has a huge panic attack and Harry finds her crying backstage…
And also like i just want to say that there’s nothing wrong with being bigger and that "fat" is not a feeling but i just can’t help my brain 😣
Sorry for the long ask.. and I also hope you’ll feel better!!🙂
Hello friend! First off, thank you for sending this request and for trusting me and this online space to share your struggles. That can be really challenging, especially on the internet where you don't know how people will take things or react sometimes. Especially with eating disorders, there's so much guilt and shame that comes with this kind of mental illness to begin with and it can be a hard thing to admit to as well.
I will also share with you anon, that I've struggled with an ED for many years and was finally diagnosed with EDNOS in 2016. EDNOS stands for eating disorder not otherwise specified and you can receive that diagnosis for many reasons. I won't elaborate on my case in this post (I don't mind talking about it anymore so if ppl have questions you can ask), but anyway.... all this to say that I totally understand your struggle. And lately, I've been struggling to not fall back into those harmful ways after some comments my mom made a few weeks ago. It's been a tough few weeks for me for many reasons. But anyway, thank you so much again, for sending this request. Writing this is definitely going to be cathartic and therapeutic for me as well and I hope that it is for you too and anyone who struggles this way.
LAST THING! If you or anyone you know struggles with an eating disorder or shows concerning disordered eating patterns, please consider getting help. Some resources are linked HERE including helpline contact info.
And of course, the content below can be triggering for people who struggle with any E.D.
This was quite literally your dream come to life. You had been asked by Harry himself to join the Love Band in Ny-Oh's place for the final leg of Love On Tour. This all seemed insane and unreal as you thought about how you'd just met him around 2018. You'd been brought in as a session musician for Harry's last 2 albums and started a nice little friendship with him. But you didn't know that he considered you enough of a friend to ask you to join his live ensemble. Sure, you talked regularly enough and had graduated into hugs over fist bumps during the making of Harry's House, but still...it just seemed so insane. You were excited though, getting to see him perform every night knowing how hard he worked to make this music...it was like a full circle moment.
There'd been plenty you'd done in preparation for your travels. Including getting your measurements taken for the little love minion jumpsuits you'd be wearing every night. None of that really seemed to trigger you or your concerns over your weight and body image. You'd been doing so well, you'd been managing your eating disorder well the last few years without any major setbacks and you were proud that you were healthy enough to do this. Proud that you felt comfortable accepting this gig and knowing that you had the stamina and health to make it through the entire leg of the tour. It was huge! But none of that really seemed to matter when you got a look at your uniform hung up just a few inches away from you and felt this sudden rush of anxiety crawling through your body. Why did it look like it'd be so tight on you? The material obviously wasn't too stretchy so how was this supposed to fit on you? You weren't exactly sure what about the look of it suddenly had you feeling this way, but all you knew was that you didn't feel good about it.
The logical part of your brain reminded you that you got fitted for this - it was custom made to your measurements. And you tried to keep that in mind, but you soon realized that you had been fitted for this about four months ago. Maybe you'd gained tons of weight? Your days of obsessively weighing yourself were past you, so you had no idea if you had or hadn't. You had body dysmorphia so your mind wouldn't know the difference. And it was maddening to you that you had been feeling OK about yourself until you'd entered the little temporary changing room and saw the outfit on the hanger. Your heart started to beat a bit faster as your anxiety started to grow.
"30 minutes to show time!" you heard someone call as they walked down the corridor and then they shouted the same warning into the large dressing room a few of you shared and you just exhaled sharply and decided so just ignore this feeling and suck it up. If you didn't wear this what would you wear? You had no choice, you just had to get over it.
However, now that something about this outfit had triggered the obsessive and intrusive thoughts about your body image you started to feel uncomfortable looking at your reflection. You tried to avoid looking at yourself right now because you knew that you'd see things that weren't accurate. You tried to slow down your breathing as you turned away from the mirror in there and folded up your clothes before turning back around and looking at the outfit once again before taking it off the hanger. It felt suspenseful to undo all of the little buttons lining the seam to join the two sides together. But soon you were pulling it off the hanger and getting your legs into it and doing up the buttons, avoiding the mirror again until it was fully on so that you wouldn't freak out before you fully were dressed. Of course, you had no issues with getting it on, it felt just fine, a little loose if anything. But when you looked up the feeling of the fit didn't really matter. You had no idea if it was the cinched in waist that felt restrictive even if you had some wiggle room. Or maybe it was the way the fabric bulged a bit at your stomach and made you feel like you were carrying a lot more weight there than you realized before? But as you turned to the side to see how you looked from that angle your frown deepened as your fears rose tot he surface. It looked a little big on you and that somehow made you feel even worse because it wasn't like flattering/comfy baggy. This outfit somehow accentuated just how thin you actually were and then a new fear came into your brain: They're going to know I'm anorexic.
You felt that you did well enough to keep your eating disorder speculations at bay. People closest to you knew, but you were very private about it because like any illness, there is sometimes an element of shame involved. It wasn't something you advertised, especially as you recovered! But most people just knew you were into health and wellness, but they didn't know the dark side of it; that you struggled with obsessing over quantities and ingredients and portions because you were terrified to look bigger than you were, terrified to gain weight, terrified of feeling fat. You couldn't tell anyone why you felt that way, but you just did! And sure, you were a lot better now than you were years ago, but you had just been massively triggered that you looked sickly and that, that would arise suspicions of your health. The fans might start to say things and ask questions and if they noticed other people would too...the crew, the rest of the band...Harry...
As you stared at yourself for a bit more your eyes started to tear up and you silently fanned at your eyes to try and dissipate the tears, but your vision was only getting more and more blurry. You just needed some fresh air to calm down. You peeked out and saw that you were alone in the dressing room so you rushed out before anyone could stop you and you headed out back behind the stage. They were in the middle of changing the setup after the openers so the crew and roadies were closer to the structure helping change things out and unloading. You had the space and privacy to pace around and let your tears fall. But the audience was so loud...there would be so many people and they would look at you and see you in this outfit and just know that something was wrong with you. Obviously they would be scrutinizing you since you were the new person! And suddenly everything just built up inside of you and you started to panic.
You found a place to sit down when you felt your breathing catch in your throat. This couldn't be happening.... you were just minutes before the show! But you were hyperventilating now as your tears cascaded down your cheeks. You felt like you were going to crumble apart. This was a huge mistake... you should've said no...you weren't ready for this. There was no way you could do this. You were sat off to the side as you sobbed and tried everything you could to calm down and get through this panic attack so you didn't notice Harry's car pulling up across from you until you heard the stadium cheering loudly and when you glanced up you saw Harry wave quickly before he headed backstage. You didn't want anyone to see you like this so you stood up and went to hide behind one of the trailers, but you didn't notice that he'd seen you rush off.
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"Y/N!" Harry called after you but you didn't seem to hear him and he frowned a bit. He could've sworn you were crying...maybe you just got really nervous or maybe it just hit you now that you were on tour. It could be exciting but nerve-racking. So he decided to just check on you and maybe give you a little pep-talk. "Hey, I'll be right in, just gonna make sure she's OK." Harry said to Tommy and Brad.
"I've got it, H. You should really go get changed. You're on in 15." Tommy advised.
"It'll be quick. I'm sure she's just a little nervous." Harry said and they sighed as he jogged off to where you'd taken off. When he rounded the corner to where the trailers were he immediately frowned when he saw you gasping for air, choking on your tears as you sobbed uncontrollably. "Y/N, oh my god." he said as he hurried over to you.
You felt mortified as he rushed up to you and reached for your hands. You started to cry harder because this was so fucked up. You felt so stupid and ridiculous for crying over an outfit, but you just felt so awful. Worse than you had in a long time and it was scary to be triggered so intensely. When he wrapped you up in a big hug you started to calm down. His voice and touch and scent helped to ground you a bit, enough to help you breathe properly.
"What's the matter?" he asked you softly as you continued crying. You cough as you tried to answer him and he gently rubbed your back to help you out a bit.
"S'fine. I'm fine." you choked out and he sighed.
"How can I help if I don't know what the issue is?" he asked you and you sighed.
"You can't help Harry, this is me. This all me and I...I don't think I can do the show." you finally said and he pulled back with a big frown as he looked at you. You couldn't bear to see his disappointment for more than a second before you looked back at the ground.
"What do you mean? Are you nervous?" he asked you as he rubbed at your arms with his ring clad hands and you sighed.
"I-it's the outfit. I can't wear this outfit. Like...I'm not...able to wear this." you said to him and he looked a bit confused.
"Is something wrong with it?"
"Yes! I...don't know w-what it is..." you gasped through your sobs, "But I just...don't like how I look or feel in it." you explained.
"Love, you look great!" he said with a small smile and that made you feel worse because it was a testament to just how insane you actually were, "And well, I'm not really sure we can change the uniform at this point-"
"Exactly, this is my issue! So I can't go up there." you cried.
"Well what's the issue you're having? Maybe there's something we can do about it right now?" he asked and you bit your lip for a moment before looking into his eyes and then just turning your gaze away from him. You couldn't bear to see his face when you said this to him.
"I...I have an eating disorder." you said softly through your tears, "And something about this outfit has triggered me into this psychotic episode. I feel...really awful physically and in my head too...and I'm trying... I'm trying to get it together but I haven't felt like this in years and just one look at me in this and everyone's gonna know something's wrong with me because I look sick!" you sobbed, "And that's why I can't do this. I'm so sorry, Harry. I just can't do the show." you blubbered and his hands slid down your arms and grabbed your hands.
"I'm so sorry." he said softly and you sighed.
"It's not your fault...how were you supposed to know that this would trigger me? I didn't even know until I was staring at the fucking thing." you shook your head as you looked up at him again and he sighed.
"I mean, yeah but like I... I noticed stuff before, like when we first met that made me wonder if...maybe you were anorexic or struggled with something like this. So I'm sorry that I never checked on you." he said and you sighed.
"Well, it't not really something I like to talk about." you explained through a sniffle, "And I've been doing really well the last couple years, I swear I'm like eating regularly and stuff. I wouldn't have agreed to do this if I wasn't well enough to do it." you said quickly, "But something happened back there and for my own wellbeing I just feel like I can't go out there like this." you explained through your tears. "Like...at first I thought I looked fat or maybe the cinching made me feel really restricted....but like I had this...moment where when I looked at myself f-from the side I just...looked like a fucking Tim Burton character...." you chuckled through your tears, "and I just...know that people will notice that I'm anorexic. And the audience is gonna see and start saying things about me... and things are just going to get worse and I'm gonna lose control again! And I don't want to lose control again. I can't lose control again." you vented through your tears and he just listened attentively with a slight frown. When he saw you were finished he squeezed your hands gently.
"I get that. And I also want you to be healthy and feel healthy and to feel good about yourself." he assured you, "You being safe and healthy and happy, that's all I want for you! But you're also a fucking brilliant musician and friend and I don't want to do this without you." he said to you and you sniffled, "I'm willing to figure something out to make sure that you feel comfortable and confident enough to perform if you want. We can get with Harry real quick and see what we can come up with." he suggested.
"The show starts in a little bit...it's fine. We can work on it tomorrow. I can perform from backstage today or even just sit this one out." you said and he scoffed through a laugh.
"I'm not gonna make you perform from backstage! We're just gonna run a bit late, that's fine." he said to you and you shook your head.
"Seriously H, I don't mind it a-"
"Seriously, Y/N." He cut you off, "I don't want to hide any member of my team, ever. I want to work with you to figure this out, OK? You mean a lot to me, and having you up there with me and Mitch, like that's so huge! You've been there for a lot of the work on these songs...you brought my vision to life in the studio and now you're here, getting to see it play out! And you do not have my permission to experience this magnificent and magical moment for the first time from behind the stage, all alone. There's no fucking way." he said and you chuckled softly through your tears as he squeezed your hands reassuringly again. "You deserve this. Let's figure this out." he offered again and you sniffled and nodded.
"OK." you agreed softly and he smiled.
"Yeah?"
"Yes." you sniffled and smiled at him before he hugged you tight and you relaxed in his embrace.
"Perfect. Just gonna hold you for a bit, OK?" he said and you just hummed.
Your eating disorder had robbed you of tons of incredible experiences in your life. Either because you weren't well enough to show up or because you felt ashamed...but the buck stopped here. Not anymore. Harry was right, you deserved this and you wanted this, so you were gonna do it with his help and other Harry's help. After a few moments he let go of you and pulled back to wipe away the slightly smeared makeup beneath your eyes.
"If you don't mind not saying anything to Harry about why I-"
"Of course not." He said right away.
"Do you think the band'll mind that I might not be in the uniform?"
"I doubt it, but if someone has any issues I'll take care of it, OK?" he assured you and you nodded.
"Thank you, H."
"Course, love." He smiled kindly, "And I know that for now we might scramble a bit but what if we get you a tour shirt or sweater to wear on top and you can just tie the jumpsuit sleeves around you or something so that you just have the pants on?" he suggested.
"Yeah, I think that's good. I can't very well go out in my spandex shorts, that’s what I came in." you giggled and he chuckled.
"Yeah, sorry not happening. This is kind of about me so...." he joked and you laughed softly, "There she is." he said, his thumb swiped over your smile line for a moment before he pulled it away, "Sorry." he said softly.
"It's alright." you assured him and he smiled.
"Let's get this figured out then." he said and you nodded and headed back.
Of course, Harry had been right about not wanting you to miss the first show because you were hiding backstage. It had been one the best experiences of your life so far. The crowd were so loud and happy to be there. Hearing everyone sing the songs with you all, specially getting to sing Matilda and seeing how much it meant to everyone was amazing. It had been absolutely magical, you had even teared up. And when Harry spared you a glance at the end of the song and saw you wiping a tear he shot you a thumbs up and you returned the gesture. You guys started to wave at the fans at the barricade as you headed back to the main stage. You felt someone come up behind you and then Harry's arm draped over your shoulder.
"Alright, love?" he asked against your ear.
"Yeah, you were right though." you said to him, "I'm glad I'm not stuck in the back and missing this." you smiled up at him and he smiled.
"Me too." he assured you.
Of course, hundreds of fans had recorded this little interaction between the two of you and the only thing that people were obsessing over was how protective and soft Harry seemed to be with you and in turn it made the fans even more gentle towards you during the next shows. With each show the cheering for your introduction grew louder. By now you had talked to the other Harry and the band about what you were struggling with and they were all so kind and supportive. And now, each night when you were introduced you had that incredible support from the audience as well. No one was paying attention to your flaws or your issues or your body, they were just showing you the love and acceptance that you so often failed to give to yourself. Being built up that way gave you a new motivation to stay on track, to take care of yourself, and to keep getting better.
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