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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 18*

Okay don't hate me that it not's terribly long, but I started a little too late and now it's 3 am. I kinda had a busy day.

But I knew you needed some floof. 😉

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Meanwhile back in your room

The doctors had finally gotten you rebandaged and calm, before leaving you both alone in your room at last.

"Alright now that you're ok…" Rafael gave you a look. "What is wrong with you?! Why would you come here?!"

You made an annoyed face back at him while pointing to your throat. Obviously you weren't going to be able to tell him.

".... Right," Rafael sighed, then saw your phone. He picked it up and handed it to you. You opened the notes app and typed something, then handed it to him.

"You left me," he read aloud. "I didn't! I tried to see you so many times, bur Sonny made it his mission to keep us apart so I--"

You reached over and tapped the phone screen rapidly, emphasizing your statement.

*...I left," he conceded with a defeated look. He knew you were right; he had just taken off without thinking about you, he just knew what he had to do for him and his feelings.

"But you couldn't have just waited for me to come home?" He asked.

You grabbed the phone back and quickly typed a reply, handing it back to him with a cross face.

"How was I supposed to know you would come back?" He read aloud again. "Because it's my home? Because presidential campaigns don't last forever?! Because I love you? Because--"

Your ears perked up and your eyes went wide at the last statement and you clamped your hand on his arm, making him stop listing things.

“What?” He asked. You made a face at him like, “Are you serious?”

“Oh, why are you so shocked? I already told you this?” Rafael asked, completely confused

You realized that everything he said at the apartment was true, you hadn’t made it up.He really did love you. You started to tear up at the fact that you had for once not made up the most beautiful thing anybody has ever told you in your mind. Pretty soon you were full on sobbing thinking about how you had thought about nothing but this moment for so long, through all of the terror and torture you had gone through in the last few weeks.

“Oh my God, Y/N calm down!” He started to freak out while you silently cried, your bandages starting to fill with blood again as your chest heaved from your sobbing.

“Calm down baby, just breathe,” He pressed his forehead against yours, whispering softly.

You took the phone again and tried to calm yourself as you typed quickly, then handed it back to Rafael.He read it out loud:

“I thought I made that up in my drunken, stupid head,” He looked at you with a soft smile. “No you didn't make it up. “In fact, I technically told you twice, if you can remember,”

You took the phone again and typed, “The operating room,”

He nodded back with a yes. “It took me a while to remember it too,”

You did your best not to start crying again from happiness this time because you knew that any sort of major emotion was going to rupture your bandages. So you just gently squeezed Rafael's hand as if to say you loved him back.

“....Okay but that still doesn't excuse you from just taking off without telling anybody, and nearly getting yourself killed!” He scolded you, but kept his head pressed against yours.

“I don't know what I would have done if the chief hadn't found you sooner. I don't want to think about it,” Rafael shook off the intense fear he had had when Andrew had first mentioned you as a Jane Doe, and then told you the horrifying way that he found you.

You took the phone again and began typing away, and once again handed it back to him. He read aloud,

“Yeah, probably not one of my best ideas. But I would have been fine if not for Chicago,”

His face fell and his voice fell soft as he said “In Chicago,” He gave you a very serious look. You had a sad and scared look on your face, as if you were ready for him to start yelling at you again when he found out what happened in Chicago.

“So something bad did happen to you in Chicago,'' he said softly. You nodded in shamed silence. He took your hand. “That nurse said you had severe tearing....down there,”

He took another long pause really not wanting to ask you the question but he had to know. “Did you get assaulted in Chicago?”

You couldn't help it, the question made you break down into silent sobs once again. Your blood began to soak through your bandages. Rafael wrapped his arms around you, trying to calm you down. He looked up to the sky and tried to keep tears in his own eyes as he held you, thinking about the hell you must have gone through to get to him. He felt like all of this was his fault.

“What happened?” He pulled you away from his chest for a second and asked you. You took the phone once again and softly typed a long-winded story then handed the phone back to him, ashamed. He was scared to read it but he knew that he had to if he was going to help you through this.

“I was an idiot,” he stopped. “First of all, no, you're not an idiot. Don't ever say that,” He told you sternly before continuing.

“I hadn't eaten since I left the city, which was about 20 hours and I was starving. There was a two-hour layover, so I went to an ATM and emptied the rest of my bank account so that I could carry cash and stay off the grid. Then I decided to get food down the street but I didn't know that the train station was in such a bad part of Chicago. I should have known,”

He stopped again. “No you shouldn't have, none of this is your fault,”

You shook your head like you didn't believe him, and then tapped the phone, signaling him to keep reading. He sighed reluctantly, but obeyed.

“On my way back to the train station it was dark and this guy asked me if I had the time and when I went to go get my phone he grabbed my purse and somebody else hit me from behind. Next thing I knew when I woke up... “

Rafael paused, he really didn't want to read this part you really didn't. But he knew that if he was going to help you get through this he needed the whole story.

“When I woke up I was… ’stuck’ between two guys while a third one videoed it.They were all laughing and high-fiving each other--”

Rafael stopped once more and put the phone down, unable to bring himself to read the rest. He looked at you and you got ready for the lecture, but to your surprise he just started to cry and crawled into the bed next to you, holding you as close to him as humanly possible.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, fuck I am so so so sorry,” He sobbed into your chest. You shook your head violently, making him look at you while you typed.

“No, it’s not your fault. If I hadn’t been so stupid--” He stopped you from typing any more.

“Alright, enough. You’re not going to blame this on yourself, do you hear me? It is one hundred percent not your fault,”

You typed: “Not your fault either,”

“...Alright fine, if I don’t blame myself will you stop blaming yourself?” He compromised. You nodded ‘Yes’.

And then you typed: “Bad things happen.”

“Yes but too many bad things have happened to you lately, ever since you met me,” He shook his head sadly while stroking your face with his thumb.

“Not true,” you typed. “The best thing happened after I met you,”

“...The amazing sex?” He was finally able to tease you a bit. You nodded vigorously with a silent giggle. “Well yeah, obvi,” You typed. “But also, love,”

“Yes, very true,” He agreed. “But love shouldn’t be this hard, carino,”

You looked at him very seriously before typing “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” He got up from the bed. “I’m saying look where loving me has gotten you! You almost died trying to find me. You got assaulted because I took off on you. Nothing good has happened to you since this started, and loving me doesn’t count because it’s what’s killing you!”

“Okay counterpoint,” You typed furiously. “I almost died trying to find you, and now that I did you’re not going to let that be for nothing, are you?”

“I don’t…” He sighed and sat back on the bed next to you. “No, I guess not. I just--I can’t believe you did this,”

“You’re never getting rid of me,” You typed and then gave him a sly grin.

“Yeah well, I think I already knew that carino,” He chuckled, once again revealing the matching scars you had.

“You’re a part of me,” You typed while he resumed nestling back into your chest.

“So if I need a kidney, we’re square?” He gave you a tongued smile while you hit him playfully. It was then that you realized this entire time since you had been reunited, he hadn’t kissed you. You repeated the gesture of typing and handing him your words, as he read aloud:

“Kiss?” He gave you a look. “Baby I have wanted nothing more since I saw you alive, but I don’t want to...break you, any more than you already are,”

Type type type. Hand. Read.

“...I’m broken without you inside me,” He laughed out loud. “Kinky, carino,”

You gave him a pout before he shook his head with a chuckle, and pulled your face towards him, his lips inching towards yours for the first time in months….

“Alright, Mr. Barba,” Nurse Ratchet aka Laverne busted back in the room with a clipboard. You both snapped to attention at the sudden noise, the moment was gone.

“...The hell is your problem, lady?” Rafael snapped, not moving from your side. In fact, he wrapped a protective arm around you, as if she was going to try and take you from him again.

“Well I’ve spoken to Mr. Carisi, and he tells me that you two shouldn’t be fraternizing, that it’s detrimental to her sobriety,” She informed him with a scornful look.

“Oh for the love of--” He muttered obscenities in Spanish under his breath.

“So I’m afraid at his request, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” She smirked.

“The hell I am,” He held onto you tighter. “Do you have any idea what this girl has been through to get to me? To get to us again?”

“Exactly his point, Mr. Barba,” She crossed her arms. “She clearly has no logical thinking when it comes to you. Her feelings make her completely unstable mentally and lead her into harm’s way, now you don’t want that, do you?”

“No…” He was letting her get in his head, he shifted uncomfortably and started to move his arms away from you but you clenched it to keep him from letting go of you.

Oh no, FUCK this. You did not come this far for your insanely overbearing cousin strong-arming Rafael through a nurse with a ‘mama bear’ complex. You waved your arms back and forth in a big X formation, letting her know Rafael was not going anywhere.

“Sweetie, this is for your own--” She tried the ‘good cop’ bullshit on you, but you weren’t stupid.

You put your hands up to your throat, clutching the bandages around your neck. You tugged at them ever so slightly, a sign you were threatening to rip them off if she didn’t back the hell up, right now. Both Laverne and Rafael reacted, both reaching towards your hands. You put a hand up to Rafael’s face, and a wagging finger up to Laverne’s.

“...She’s going to kill herself if you don’t leave right now, do you think Mister Carisi would appreciate that?” He warned, and you nodded in agreement with a scowl.

“This is only proving your cousin’s point, Y/N,” Laverne pointed out. “You’re acting insanely right now!”

You grabbed your phone and began to type away. Threatening looks wouldn’t work anymore. You handed your phone to Rafael and nudged him to read it out loud to Laverne,

“I don’t care what you, or my cousin thinks. I don’t care if you think I’m being ‘insane’, because what matters is I’ll still do it. I swear to God if you do not leave this room right now I will rip these bandages off so fast, it will be a bloodbath. And my…”

He stopped reading, blinking a few times before continuing:

“...My boyfriend is the best lawyer in New York City and he will sue you and this hospital so fast for malpractice. And he will beat you so hard, you’ll have to rename the whole hospital after him!”

You saw the surprise and sensed the hesitation in his voice when he said ‘boyfriend’, but he did say it-- so that had to be a good sign.

“Your boyfriend?” Laverne said with an unbelievable laugh. “Seriously? Honey…”

“Yes, her boyfriend,” He doubled down on the label, making you smile. He then stood up and took a step towards her as he kept talking.

“And if her cousin has a problem with it, he can take it up with me if and when he gets here. As for you, it’s none of your damn business, so you can take your threats and your judgement out of here right now,”

You crossed your arms and gave her a shit eating grin with a huge YES nodding notion.

“....Fine, we’ll see what’s what when he gets here, and he IS coming. He’s on his way,” She muttered as she walked out of the room.

“Ohhhh I’m sure he is,” Rafael rolled his eyes with a sarcastic smile as he resumed his place at your side. He looked at you, you had the giddiest smile on your face. “What?”

Type Type Type. Hand.

“Boyfriend,” He gave you a small amused smile. “Well, I’d hope so after all this, don’t you think?”

You nodded an enthusiastic YES once more, absolutely in heaven. The only thing that would make it better right now was his mouth on yours.

As if reading your mind, Rafael took your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. You felt your throat moving as you kissed him back, as did he. He quickly stopped, but you just took his hands and moved them gently around your neck, pressing them down as if to say ‘just keep pressure on them,’

“I’ll be gentle,” He assured you, putting pressure over the wound as you kissed, keeping the bandages in place. Then he pulled back for a second as he added “....For now,” with a cheeky grin.

You hoped your happy little bubble wouldn’t be busted when Sonny showed up.

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olivia200312 · 3 years

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Valentine's Love~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon) *Request*

Requested by the lovely @Tianna814193.

Plot: Optimus hears of Valentine's Day for the first time and learns more about what it is thanks to the kids. He wants to do something special for Y/N so he took her to a special place and made love to her ;)

There was no plot nor which Optimus version so I had to choose.

Npte: the art goes to the onwer!

Head area: Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area: Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area: Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Today was a snowy day in Jasper Nevada. Surprised, right? Usually, it's freaking hot and warm there since it's like... deserted place. Kinda like in Africa, Egypt. But don't get fooled! Weathers can change there too. Have you been ever to Alaska? It's tough to know when it's in fact night. Why? The occurrence takes place each winter because of the tilt of the Earth's axis. "This tilt makes it so that none of the Sun's disc is visible above the horizon," according to Chinchar. But that doesn't mean the town will be completely dark. It's also not always winter there like how you saw in the movies.

So, it's February 13th... one day away from the official Vantine's Day. It's a day where you give your loved ones presents, to show love to them. You can give presents to your family and friends. It can be candy, cards, plushies, etc.

Y/N was 18 and she was at her house. She sadly doesn't have time to hang out at the base. She got a lot of work to complete so she texted Miko, saying that she doesn't have time to hang out today.

At the base~

"Oh come on!" Miko groaned while throwing her hands up in the air, making her pink phone go flying and land on the couch.

Jack looked at her while Raf was listening while working on his laptop. Some bots were listening as well while others like Ratchet were busy. "What's wrong, Miko?"

"Y/N doesn't have time to come hang out in the base! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day!"

That caught every bot's attention, especially Optimus'. Once they all looked at the kids and Miko quickly noticed that every bot is staring. "What?"

"What's this 'Valentine's Day', Miko?" Optimus asked while walking over to the kids.

Jack looks surprised. "You bots don't know what Valentine's Day is?"

"On Cybertron, we don't celebrate holidays," Arcee said while her arms were crossed.

"Well, Valentine's Day is a day where you give gifts to your loved ones. Like to your family, friends, especially to your lover. It's also when someone confesses their love to their crush," Raf explained.

"And what gifts can you get?" Bulkhead asked.

"Oh, different things! You can get like candy, plushies, cards, prepare romantic dates, and much other stuff!" Miko answered with a big smile.

Optimus couldn't help but be interested. He's in love with Y/N ever since he met her. It's just... her beauty and especially her kind personality caught his attention. He offered to be her guardian and his spark beat happily when she said yes. She accepted the offer. But oh boy, he didn't know that Y/N is in love too with the handsome, kind leader.

But of them didn't know that they'll be extremely sexually active like... they're both in the hard mood to do 'it'. It's normal when you are a couple but it's very important to be careful. Both of them won't admit to anyone but they both had wet dreams about each other more than once. Yeah... if they both showed signs or accidentally told it out loud, then they'll be so embarrassed (my best friend, who's a guy, admitted once to me in the school bus that he had a wet dream about a girl once).

"If you don't mind, will you explain more?" Optimus asked.

The kids nodded and they explained more. They even told me how it started. Optimus was thinking this whole time about how to confess his love to Y/N. He has no idea that he'll be sexually active right on Valentine's Day. His spike will be hard, begging to go inside of Y/N. Crap, he's getting naughty thoughts again. That's when Optimus has a plan...

The next day~

When Y/N woke up, she got dressed and brushed her teeth. She was surprised when Bumblebee picked her up instead of Optimus. The leader told everyone his plan to confess his love to Y/N, except for the naughty thoughts. He's having a lot of trouble keeping his voice under control. He's sexually active, needing to have sex. His spike is sure very hard behind his codpiece. Luckily, no one suspected a thing.

When Y/N arrived at the base, Ratchet told that Optimus was at the beach in the wooden cabin. Wait, how can he be inside since the wooden cabin is.. small? Welp. Only one thing to find out. Y/N went through the groundbridge when it was activated. When Y/N arrived at the beach, it was very breathtaking:

Y/N pinched herself to see if she wasn't dreaming. It was all real. Y/N then felt... hot. She couldn't help but let out a small moan. She quickly controlled herself and saw the wooden cabin. Once she opened it and went inside, she saw a big white bed, covered in beautiful rose petals. Even some candles were on to make it even more romantic, curtains closed.

Y/N smiled brightly. Optimus loves her. She knew it now. She then heard metallic footsteps and she turned around to see the love of her life, except he's small! Y/N's mouth was open in shock while her eyes went wide.

Optimus chuckled and gently closed her mouth with his digit, but never left her face. He gently cupped her face with his soft, gentle servos and kissed her with passion. Y/N let out a surprised moan but she kissed him back. She slung her arms around his neck and kissed him harder. The Prime moved his servos to her waist and pulled her closer. Y/N couldn't help but let out a loud moan, especially since her private part was overheating and throbbing.

She pulled away embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, Optimus. I... I just have a problem."

Optimus showed a gentle, kind, loving smile. "I know, sweetspark. I've read your body language." He then felt a little embarrassed. "I have the same problem with my spike."

Y/N felt confused at first until it clicked fast. His penis was hard. Spike is... you know. So, both of them have the same problem. But Optimus doesn't want to force his beloved since he's not that kind of a bot. As Orion Pax, he was shy, kind, quiet, overworking, helpful, respectful, and gentle. But now as Optimus Prime, he's stern, calm, strong, smart... So, he has kinda two sides. But there's still Orion Pax in him if you pay close attention to him. Ratchet told the story of who Optimus was before he became a Prime. The kids found it interesting, especially Y/N.

Y/N looked up to meet his optics. "D-Do you mind if we help each other. Clearly, our bodies want... you know."

Optimus doesn't respond, instead, he slammed his dermas on her lips. He backed her gently until she fell on top of the white bedsheets. At least the rose petals were soft. He climbed on top of her and looked into her eyes, asking for permission. Y/N nodded and started to touch his chassis, causing Optimus to purr.

Some time passed by and Y/N was fully nude underneath the leader. She already has love bites around her neck. Optimus' optics was full with lust as his one digit entered her heated core. That caused Y/N to gasp and moan. "A-Ah! That feels so good! Please more!~"

Optimus granted her wish and added another digit inside of her. He moved inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around his digits. He's smirking inside. When he felt her orgasm, he pulled his digits away, causing Y/N to whine.

Y/N shot her eyes open when she heard a clank on the wooden floor. She saw his private member. His spike. "It's so big!~" That caused Optimus to look flustered and watched her as she used her hand to grab his spike and gently started to stroke it. Optimus moaned as his member twitched. Y/N stroked faster until Optimus shot his transfluid. It landed on her chest and stomach area. Y/N sill looked seductively and giggled.

Optimus was surprised by the next act.Y/N lifted her legs up, and opened her heated core with her fingers, inviting Optimus to go in. Optimus then prepares and lined his spike right at her pussy.

"Please put in!~"

Optimus smirked and went inside of her. He immediately grunted as the warmth and tightness greeted his spike. Y/N immediately moaned and instead of pain, she felt pleasure. Pure pleasure. She panted and moaned louder. "A-Ah, so good. Give all of you, Optimus. F-Fuck me so hard until I can't walk!~"

Optimus smirked and rammed into her. That caused Y/N to scream, moan and talk dirty. Like, really dirty talk. She couldn't help it! Her legs and arms are wrapped around him. "O-Oh, yeah! Yeah! H-Harder! I'm close!"

"As you wish, my dear.~" Optimus smirked and rammed even harder.

Y/N felt her G-Spot being hit many times that she saw stars. She was just so in love, lost in pure pleasure... That's when she felt her orgasm. She screamed Optimus' name in pure bliss as he shot his transfluid inside of her. It was warm and sticky. Optimus stayed inside of her for almost a minute before pulling out. Some of his transfluid dripped down into the sheets. Both him and Y/N felt much better.

"T-That was amazing, Optimus."

Optimus smiled lovely as he laid down next to her and pulled her closer. He held her protectively. "It was, sweetspark."

Happy Valentine's Day!

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kim-bobbae · 4 years

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Took longer than I expected to finish this because...I just have no sense of humour whatsoever haha but I hope this will be a fun read for you guys! Hope everyone’s staying safe amidst the all the chaos that’s going on around the world.

Jay – worldwide heartthrob, incredibly talented, attractive, humble and genuine – he had it all. He’d have all these girls wrapped around his fingers, have an army of female fans that’d honestly do anything for the slightest interaction with him but strangely enough when it came to you, his girlfriend, biggest fan and supporter, you were never one to yield to him.

Perhaps it was the fact that it’s been five long years into the relationship, or how he had just been way too busy all these years for you guys to be particularly sentimental about anniversaries, dates or the likes, and while it bothered you at the beginning watching the people around you being able to date freely and publicly, you gradually got used to it and the both of you developed a very comfortable relationship, to say the least.

“Babe, what do you think of this picture?” Jay asked, turning his laptop screen towards you.

“Looks alright,” You replied without much interest before turning your attention back to your mobile phone.

“Why did I even bother…” Jay said with a laugh as he shook his head, then continued browsing through the photos that he had just received from a magazine shoot that he did a couple of days back.

Overhearing the conversation from the other end of the couch, Minsik let out a snicker, then burst into laughter as soon as Jay looked up to glare at him.

It was a Saturday night and the both of you had decided to meet in his studio after he was done with his schedules as the next two weeks was looking to be too packed for either of you to manage any dates with Jay having to do some recordings while you were going to be preoccupied yourself. Some of the H1GHR guys had joined the both of you soon after, bringing with them some dinner that they had bought for everyone.

“What?”

“Sorry I couldn’t help it, I don’t think I can ever get used to it,” Minsik said with a smirk. “You’re our boss and always killing it on stage but such a loser when it comes to your girlfriend.”

“I mean, he’s done so many pictorials by now that it all kinda looks the same to me at this point,” You tried to explain, caught a little off guard as Woogie spun around in his chair to look at you guys, nodding enthusiastically at Minsik’s comment whilst stifling a laugh. “Of course you look good, why else would you be on a magazine if you don’t?”

Jay sighed exaggeratedly, rubbing his temples, “See…this is why I’m still lonely even when I have a girlfriend – she doesn’t show me enough attention.”

“Hyung, we’ll take you out to play then,” Haon joked. “Let’s hit the clubs!”

“Let’s,” Jay replied readily, only earning a ‘don’t you dare’ look from you before you sent a cushion flying towards him to which he simply chuckled in response.

He then scooted closer to you, bumping his shoulders against you, “I was just kidding…!”

“You had better be. You’re getting too old for clubbing anyways, don’t embarrass the younger ones,” You replied without paying him much attention, sending the guys into yet another round of laughter.

Conversations like these were pretty common between the both of you but of course, Jay never took any of them to heart. It hadn’t always been like this with the two of you being more cordial and romantic the first two years, but with how the nature of your dates were for the rest of the years that followed which often involved hanging out in a group be it with the AOMG or H1GHR guys, it became inevitable since neither of you were really the kind to be all affectionate with each other in front of others. Hence, in situations like these, you tended to be brutally straightforward (when you could obviously be sweeter with your words, but whatever) while Jay opted to speak to you like he would in private, playing the victim much to everyone’s amusement.

Some of his fans even noticed this from the little glimpses of your conversations that were caught on camera whenever Jay did insta lives from his office or the studio, often involving a ‘no one has questions for you, stop bothering them’ remark followed by a fit of laughter from whoever that was around to overhear the conversation and they absolutely loved it though Jay simply laughed it off most of the time. Yes, he was appreciative that his fans were supportive of his relationship, but that didn’t mean that he enjoyed addressing or sharing about it.

It then came as a surprise when you were tuned in to one of his insta lives from your office the following week as you were working overtime one night.

“Why are so many of you guys asking for my girlfriend today?” He asked.

We miss her ratchet comments.

We wanna see her roasting you.

He laughed, “She’s busy working, we’re both quite busy these two weeks so we won’t be seeing each other for a while. I’m a free man!”

Seeing how this was a rare occasion where Jay actually directly addressed comments regarding you, the fans jumped on the opportunity, bombarding him with questions.

“Alright, now that I mentioned her I see where this live is going…”

Is she secretly a sweetheart in private?

Is she really this savage all the time?

Date me instead, I promise I’ll be a hundred times nicer.

“Yeah it gets lonely sometimes…don’t y’all see me giving you guys all that fan service?” He joked, deciding to wrap up the topic. He was never really being one to speak much about his private life anyway.

Of course, the questions and comments about you never really died down for the rest of the live despite Jay actually moving on to speak about something else and with this much attention on your relationship with Jay for the first time in a long while, you had to admit that it made you feel a little conscious. For a while you even got carried away browsing through the comments, completely distracted from the work that you were supposed to be doing.

Another week passed and the both of you agreed that after two whole weeks of late nights, five-minute phone calls in bed before either one of you fell asleep on the other, there was nothing more that you both wanted more than to simply unwind at the comforts of your home. Jay had come over to spend the night at your place, soju and some snacks in tow as the two of you lounged on the couch watching a light hearted comedy.

“How’s your week been?”

“Nothing new, just working on some tracks in the studio as per the usual,” Jay said, throwing his head back as he sank further into the couch. “I was actually kinda stuck for a while but we managed to solve it yesterday so that was nice. You?”

“Same old, a desk job doesn’t get very interesting,” You said.

He then reached for your hand, lacing your fingers with his on your lap to which you responded by snuggling up to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips as he saw how indifferent the expression on your face was despite your unusual display of affection.

However, as the night progressed, you went from simply hugging his arm to hugging him and draping your leg over his, all whilst keeping a poker face on, much to his amusement. It wasn’t until you held his hands to wrap them around your body as you shifted to sit on his lap did he finally looked at you weird, raising his brows at you.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, just cold,” You lied.

“Shall I get you a blanket then?” He said, shifting in his seat in an attempt to get up but you wouldn’t let him, leaning back against his chest and looking up at him.

“Can we just cuddle for a bit…?”

“Sure but…why…” He said, then laughed at his statement upon realizing how absurd it sounded. “I mean, this is so unlike you…not that I’m complaining. Just curious where this is coming from.”

“I just…feel like it,” You replied, in which he simply stared at you in response before mumbling an ‘okay…’, then encased you in his arms as you sat on his cross legged legs, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. He then let out a low chuckle watching the way your nose crinkled upon contact, resting his head on your shoulder as he turned his attention back to the television.

But somewhere in between the little kisses that you showered him with for the next ten minutes, Jay couldn’t help but turn you around to face him, cupping your face and looking straight into your eyes, “Okay what is it that you want to tell me?”

“Nothing…!”

“Then why are you being so…loving today?” He asked, genuinely confused by now.

“Why do you think it’s weird for your girlfriend to love you?”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking,” He stated as matter of factly.

“It’s just…I don’t know…in case you’re feeling a little lonely…”

He stared at you for a while, then burst into laughter at the realization of where all this was coming from, “That’s it? The insta live?”

You shrugged, “I was kinda going through the comments on your live…and so many of your fans sent me DMs after asking me to treat you better…”

“Aw, that’s nice of them,” He said cheekily.

“Yeah but you keep looking at me weird when I’m tryna be all romantic and shit!”

“It IS weird!” He laughed.

“Fine,” You replied with a pout, climbing off his lap.

“Hey come back here…!” He exclaimed, obviously enjoying this as he pinned you down. For once he had the upper hand, and he wasn’t going to let this go easily.

By now you had completely given up, avoiding his eyes as he laid atop you, looking at you almost teasingly.

“So you were worried, that’s cute,” He taunted. “You’re a softie after all.”

“Shut up,” You said, rolling your eyes at him. “If you’re not appreciating it then let me go.”

“Of course I appreciate it, you’re just not letting me show you that I do,” He said, wriggling his brows at you to which you merely rolled your eyes at him. “Damn I should’ve captured this on an insta live…”

#Jay Park #jay park scenarios #jay park drabbles #AOMG #aomg scenarios #aomg reactions #khh #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khh reactions #park jaebum #park jaebeom

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 4 years

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Bells

Part 2 of the Soulmate AU commission for @if-i-rise-with-yoongs!

Warnings: None, this is literally so cute I almost died

Word Count: 1667

It's called tinnitus, Jungkook learns, when he hears this incessant ringing in his ears, like tinkling bells.

Tinnitus, the doctor said, and when Jungkook asked him what to do about it, he just kinda shrugged.

It had started after dance practice one day, when he'd bumped into you in the hallway, and he's red faced and apologetic when you smile and he hears it, this faint tinkling sound in the inner shell of his ear.

He knows it's coming from inside his head, but at first he'd thought it was coming from you, maybe the jingle of the bracelets you always wore on your delicate wrists. Then you'd smiled at him and walked away, and the sound remained.

So anyway, now Jungkook is left with a big stupid crush on you (which isn't new) and an extremely annoying ringing in his ears (which is new), and it's a real bitch to focus on anything.

At first, he can ignore it with earbuds, soft music playing to drown it out. After a few days, it goes from annoying to almost unbearable, every time there's a drop in the music or a lull in conversation it seems almost deafening, a cacophony of sounds, as if someone were ringing several different sets of bells.

He's frustrated and angry when it makes him miss steps in choreo, miss his cues in the studio. Jungkook hates not being able to do his best, and this stupid fucking tinnitus was driving him crazy.

Then he sees you in the hall again when he's barrelling out of the studio, fighting tears because of how hard it was to record, and the second he locks eyes with you, the ringing just... stops.

He blinks, and then braces his hand against the doorjamb, almost dizzy from relief.

"Jeon Jungkook-ssi?" You call, your face concerned.

You place a hand on his arm and he looks at it dumbly, your small fingers gentle on his bicep.

"Are you okay?"

"Thank you," he blurts, and you look at him quizzically and he feels his face flushing, doesn't know how to take back the stupid thing he'd just said, so he just brushes past you, mumbling apologies.

Yoongi asks him why he's covering his face in the car and Jungkook just shakes his head in mortification.

Jungkook had never been good at talking to people, especially women, and his tongue seemed to swell in his mouth when you smiled at him.

He hadn't had the courage to even respond to you the first few times you'd brought coffee or lunch to them during meetings, just a nod and a smile back at you, trying not to blush when your hand brushed his.

He wasn't very good at talking, but he was good at watching. You had this habit of biting at the cuticle on your thumb while you worked, and sometimes you stuck your tongue out while you were concentrating hard on something. You doodled little stars while you took messages on the phone. You wore these bangle bracelets with star charms on them, too, and finally, Jungkook works up the nerve to talk to you.

He stands at your desk for a full minute before he can get his mouth to open.

"Do you like stars?" He blurts out, and he wants to fade from existence when you look up at him, startled.

You smile, possibly out of pity, but it makes his heart feel lighter all the same.

"Yeah. They're kind of my thing."

You stretch out your leg from behind your desk, and Jungkook's mouth goes dry at the expanse of skin before he realizes you're showing him a star tattoo on your thigh.

"You're pretty," he squeaks, and then wants to die as he realizes his mistake, face burning. "It's pretty," he corrects, and hitches in a breath.

You smile again, and at this point it has to be out of pity, and he's so grateful for Namjoon walking by he could kiss him.

"Jeon Jungkook-ssi?" You call softly, and when he turns around, you smile again. "Have a good day."

He nods frantically and follows Namjoon, who's shaking his head and laughing a bit.

And that was before the tinnitus made everything worse.

After his embarrassing display in the hallway, the ringing stays gone, at least until he goes in to record the next morning.

You're standing in the hall, talking to Hoseok, who has got that mischievous glint in his eyes, and you're laughing a bit, holding your hand over your mouth.

That's when the bells come back, ugly and loud and discordant, making Jungkook wince.

Hoseok was good at talking to girls. He was so good at talking to them he often talked them into things, and before he knows it, Jungkook is walking up next to you.

"What's so funny?" He asks, forcing a smile.

You look up at him and for a moment the bells recede.

But then Hoseok says, "You wouldn't get it, Kookie. You had to be there," as if he's referencing some secret moment between the two of you, and suddenly there's a clanging in his ears again.

He starts to walk away and he feels your small hand on his arm again and the bells stop.

He lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.

"Feeling okay?"

Jungkook just nods shortly and heads to the studio.

It goes like that, they stop sometimes when you look at him or happen to touch him, or either recede and go all soft and melodic. But then they start clanging again, ratcheting up in volume until his head is throbbing and he can't think when he sees Hoseok wink at you when you hand him his coffee.

One day, he hears Hoseok's low chuckle and your voice coming from the studio and the bells are so loud he can't stand it, goes to tell Namjoon he has to go home with frustrated tears standing in his eyes.

Namjoon hums, concerned, putting a hand to his forehead to check for a fever. "You okay, Kookie?"

The tears come then, and Namjoon sits him down, makes him tell him everything.

"And it's just so loud, hyung, it makes my head hurt and I can't focus and I don't know what to do."

Namjoon is quiet for a moment, as if thinking, and then he leans forward.

"Jungkook, how much do you know about soulmates?"

Jungkook blinks. "Ah, that sometimes they happen, like Yoongi-hyung seeing music notes and your compass tattoo-" Jungkook stops, mouth dropping open.

Namjoon smiles. "I think this is one of those things, Kook."

Jungkook can't breathe, suddenly, and Namjoon sits next to him, rubbing circles on his back, until he remembers how to draw in air.

"It's okay. You could just talk to her," Namjoon says, and he's only trying to comfort him but Jungkook can't help snorting out a laugh.

Talk to her, Namjoon said. Like that was the easiest thing in the world. Like he didn't forget how to speak when you looked at him.

But when the bells get louder and louder every time he sees you and Hoseok even exchange words, lasting into the night when he's gritting his teeth and trying to sleep, he decides he has to do something or the noise will drive him mad.

He walks up behind you, his skin feeling tight, and calls your name softly.

When you start to turn your chair, he takes hold of the back of it so you can't.

"Just a moment, please," he says, and it comes out sounding prim and stupid and he thinks about walking away but the bells won't fucking stop.

"Um, I think you might be my soulmate? Because there's these bells ringing in my head and they used to be kind of nice but now they're just so loud and I know you probably like Hoseok-hyung and this is all very inconvenient but..."

He trails off because the more the thinks about how awkward it will be, Jungkook begging you to touch his arm before he goes to record while you're dating Hoseok, the louder the bells get and his head hurts and his chest aches and then you stand up.

"Jungkook," you say as you turn around, and the bells stop, after days, they just stop, when your eyes meet his.

"Hoseok is my friend. I told him about how it was driving me crazy, seeing literal stars anytime you talked to me, and he hasn't stopped teasing me about you being my soulmate."

Jungkook wonders if it's possible for a heart to stop beating. "Really?" He asks stupidly, one hand still on your desk chair. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you liked me much. You barely ever talk to me and leave immediately when I try to make conversation."

"I'm bad at it. Conversation, I mean." He takes in a slow breath.

You laugh, and it's more melodic than the bells ever were. "Is it better now? The ringing?"

Jungkook nods, feels his body swaying toward yours.

"I don't see the stars anymore, either." You murmur, and you're swaying toward him too and then he's kissing you and the bells go off once more, tinkling and melodic, as if in celebration.

It turns out his bells are useful, since Jungkook kind of never gets any better at expressing himself to you. When he was feeling upset or insecure about your relationship, the bells got too loud and he'd point to his ear and you'd go right into his arms and they'd stop, just like that.

You did the same, pointing to your eye, and he'd grab you and throw you over his shoulder or kiss the tip of your nose and you'd laugh and everything would be all right again.

Everything calms down, in a few years, and then the bells stop entirely until the next bells he hears are at your wedding and he'd never been happier to hear them.

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harrys-reverie · 4 years

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DOG YEARS // Harry Styles O.U.

Part 2: The Bar Cart

a/n: hey and welcome to part 2! this is kind of short but I felt that it needed to be it’s own chapter (in my head it makes sense.) aw harry and colette are v sweet in this one (i love them already). also there is colette’s face claim in the collage/mood board above including real pics from the soho farmhouse. :) comments, likes and REBLOGS are v much appreciated happy reading!

STORY PAGE // PART 1

What I had concluded throughout the night was that this small group of Harry and his friends were just so normal. It was so easy to watch him on a phone clip or on the screen of a TV for an award show and have a false preconception of who he was. After all, he was a huge celebrity -- it’s hard not to imagine him being a certain way. I never could have dreamed he would be the way he is though, I suppose that’s the beauty of first getting to know somebody. As the hours weened late and the clock neared 12 AM, I realized Harry Styles was as normal as any man in a baby chick sweater could be.

I had never been a massive Harry Styles fan, sure if his song came on the radio I bopped along. If I saw him on my Snapchat Daily Mail snippets, I’d read them every so often — but other than that I had no true preconception of who he was and what he was about. I guess that came in my favor because I had no high expectations from him and therefore he could only go up from there. Throughout the night the five of us took an abundant amount of shots and played a few childish ‘Truth or Dare’ games. I found myself taking a shot of maple syrup and pickle juice MIXED — Harry’’s idea of a dare.

This was the most fun I had since moving over here to England, and in the presence of all these ‘misfit’ like personas, I felt at home. There was no awkward beats, shame or egos. The whole atmosphere was completely judgement free and as light as a feather. I talked to everyone, chatting away about California, good food spots, sports and more. I found it so refreshing to be able to relate to other people’s stories about my home state, a place I was starting to long for.

It was fair to say that we were all peak drunk around 12, dancing along to old 70’s hits as well as current ones. Jamie tried to teach us all ‘TikTok’ dances she had learnt from her children back home. Of course the 5 of us tried our best to be choreographed and in sync, but failed miserably. Little did they all know I spent most of my free time perfecting these stupid dances. Of course any videos we took, were never posted publicly...but some did make the cut as a private post to a whopping 0 followers. Watching Harry Styles sing the words “I'm a savage. Classy, bougie, ratchet, sassy, moody, nasty” with a bunch of hip pops was an award winning scene.

So as it reached 1 am, I was near my max of what I could handle for the night. My head which was once spinning was now beginning to pound and that gross dry feeling in my mouth was taking over. I hated this part. I didn’t feel sick to my stomach yet but I knew if I didn’t get sleep soon I’d be regretting it.

“Hey, so do ya need a ride back home?” Harry’s raspy voice asked, reading the room very well. He had taken a sudden seat next to me on the couch, spreading his legs apart and laying his head back fully — complete relaxation.

“You drank tonight,” I reprimanded him jokingly. But I meant it, he was the most plastered of all of us. “You can’t drive, even if it’s just down the hill.”

“Can’t argue with that,” He hummed. “’M pretty trashed still.”

I turned my head towards him, he was still looking up as if he was admiring the wood paneled ceilings, taking every detail in. But when I looked closer, his eyes were shut. His face structure was flawless if I’d say so myself. His jaw looked like it could cut someone, his eyebrows full enough to make any girl jealous, and those floppy, thick waves — it was hard to admit that he wasn’t handsome. I blinked my eyes hard, trying to get out of the small trance I was under. I was drunk after all.

“Well…” I began, “I need to start heading down to my casa.”

“Well…” Harry chirped, directing his attention towards me. “If I can’t drive you back down, the least I could do is walk you there.”

“No, please,” I scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah. Shaddup and grab your coat, it’s about to get chilly out there.”

I knew I’d manage doing the walk by myself well enough alone. The premises of Soho Farmhouse were protected with heavy security and gates. I knew I had no reasons to worry about a swift 5 minute trudge down a hill.

“No Harry, seriously. I’ll be fine!” I argued back, forming a tight lip smile to reassure him.

“Who knows? A bloody chicken could be loose and start chasing you, ya? Plus, it’s my duty to make sure you get back safe. Now, up!” He instructed. “’M a gentleman.”

I knew there was no point in fighting back, he was adamant about it. Plus the look on his face when I obliged was well worth it.

The two of us said our quick fair wells to everyone who was still gathered round the kitchen island talking amongst each other. It might have been the alcohol, but I felt oddly emotional saying goodbye to all of them. For the first time in a month I made what felt like real connections with a group of people and all I wanted was to hang out with them forever. I was bummed knowing Jamie and Jeff would only be here for another week or so.

“Shall we take the wagon, bar cart contraption thing?” Harry offered, pointing to the blue wagon filled with alcohol.

“I don’t even have the keys.”

“Fair enough, walking it is.”

“Thanks for having me tonight,” I spoke tiredly.

“Don’t even worry about it. Glad to be of assistance in the ‘lit’ department,” He laughed, using quotations around the word lit.

“You’re very Americanized,” I noted. He turned his head to me, raising his eyebrow as if he had just been accused of something terrible.

“That’s why I’m back here in the English countryside. Trying to ween away from all that LA bullshit…” He admitted, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“LA bullshit?” I asked, appalled...maybe even a little offended. Although I had lived in Northern California, an insult to one city of my state was an insult to all.

“Yeah, erm, spent too much time there ‘s all...” Harry mumbled. I was almost sure by his tone he was not giving off the complete truth but I didn’t want to push. Harry started to fiddle with his bottom lips, hit teeth constantly biting it over and over. Most likely a nervous habit.

We continued walking along the cobblestone in silence, the click-clack of our shoes echoing through the emptiness of the night. Despite the quietness of it all, it felt pretty comfortable.

“I love LA,” I offered sheepishly. “I mean, as long as you surround yourself with the right people, I think LA’s one of the best places you could be.”

“Well you’re just saying that,” He countered. “You’re from California, you’re supposed to say that.”

“False!”

“I loved LA too,” Harry admitted, focusing his attention back to the cobblestone ground ahead of him.

“Loved?” I asked inquisitively.

He turned his gaze to me and laughed, “It’s complicated.”

“LA can have that effect,” I said back, trying not to delve any deeper. I had just met him today after all, there was no reason for him to trust me with any of his problems.

“I think you staying here will definitely be a big change. It’s about as simple as it gets.” I didn’t want to delve any deeper and invade his privacy so I took his explanation as it was. I couldn’t help but think there may have been a direct correlation with his quick mood change yesterday and his reasoning for disliking California.

“Looking forward to it,” He smiled. “‘S kinda just like, the perfect situation for me. No press, no distractions, just focusing on myself...the music.”

“Mmm, exciting.”

Harry caught my gaze, “You’ve got no idea.”

We began to approach my cottage, the smallest one on the property. The lights on in the kitchen we’re still on from when I left. They were now shining through the windows giving a angelic glow to the darkness of the night.

“No rush to get up early tomorrow.” Harry insisted as we approached the large wooden door. I looked at him excitedly, all I wanted to do was sleep in after tonight and he had just granted me his permission to do so.

“Really?” I questioned.

He nodded his head, “I’ll be sleeping in late too. Bloody tired.”

“Alright I’ll just wait for a text from Jeff..”

Harry cut me off swiftly, “Or myself.” He pointed a finger to his chest playfully.

“Or yourself,” I agreed.

“But don’t worry, like I said, sleep in and uh I’ll see you tomorrow maybe.”

For some unknown reason the air between us felt extremely awkward. I was still a little tipsy, but coming down quickly. I thought to myself that if this was any other guy, I’d probably be on my tippy toes and ready to kiss him, because why not? But it was Harry Styles. He was like my boss, I guess, and he’d have no interest in me. If anything he’d file a restraining order if I tried to pull something like that. I pulled my jacket closer to my body as the air swirled around us.

“Alright well goodnight!” I exclaimed bringing him in for a quick side hug. Harry quickly turned it into a full on hug, giving me a tight squeeze. He smelled divine. How badly I wanted to arch my head up and meet his lips, which were probably freezing. The alcohol just does something to me and makes me want to kiss almost anybody to be fair. Making out with friends whilst drunk was one of my famous traits. It was like he had handed his warmth over to me because being embraced in him I instantly felt warmer, any shivers I once had were gone.

He let go of me and awkwardly stood there, his hands flying into his pockets. “Just want to make sure you get in safe,” He noted, bringing his lips into an awkward smile, shooting his gaze towards the door.

“Oh yeah, of course,” I laughed nervously. I emphasized the key in my hand, giving him a big smile as I twisted it and unlocked the heavy door.

“Right,” He muttered.

“Get back safe!” I chirped, allowing myself to fully walk in the warmth of my cottage and turning to face him.

“I’ll text you.”

“Oh?” I arched my eyebrow at him jokingly.

“Goodnight, Colette.” And with that he turned on his feet, slowly waking back up the treacherous hill and to his abode.

I slammed the door fast, the thunderous noise vibrating through my whole cottage. I rested my back against it in a state of relief and confusion of the encounter I had just endured. Pulling myself back together and avoiding any intrusive thoughts I may begin to think, i decided to start up a hot shower and brew myself tea.

HARRYS POV

I felt weird. I hadn’t felt this way since the night I had met Camille, years ago at a friends party. It was a feeling I longed for, but also was scared of. The creative side of me wanted to embrace the feeling, the broken side of me wanted to steer clear. I knew the girl I had just waved goodbye to depended on this job, I couldn’t just ask for a replacement — plus, I was intrigued. I felt like I was at tug of war with myself over a girl I had just met earlier today. It was a tad ridiculous.

I figured the best thing for me to do was to only call her around when trulynecessary. It wasn’t like me to be this unwelcoming, but the feeling in my stomach that was creeping up to my mind was telling me to be this way. I wasn’t going to text her tomorrow for anything. Colette, right? Yep, that was her name — how could I forget it. A face as pretty as the name. I didn’t say much when I came back into my temporary home, instead I insisted I needed sleep and get a propers nice rest of what was left of it anyways. It was the most polite way to let my dear pals know to fuck off for the night. I loved them all, but I needed to get situated and I wanted space. Time to myself is what I cherished most.

I rushed up to my bedroom, shutting the door and entering the attached bathroom. I neatly undressed myself, taking a deep stare in the mirror. I looked at myself hard, the alcohol was still in my system so I appeared a little fuzzy. I felt older, my hairline was not what it used to be in the 1D days, it didn’t bother me but I had seen some tweets about it. My facial hair was growing in kind of unevenly, this is what I get for wanting to be independent and not have a stylish take care of how I look. I preferred it that way though, that’s how it should be.

Sighing, I went for the toothbrush and started on my nightly routine. I wanted to create a new set of routine now that I was becoming accustomed into this place I’d be calling ‘home’ for the next four months.

After freshening up, I let my body get underneath the cool covers, pulling them up high up to my neck to keep me warm. I stared at my phone that was sitting on the wooden table side. I always kept my phone on Do Not Disturb when I was taking time off for myself. Seeing a bunch of missed calls and emails stressed me out, and I wanted to detach from all that. I let out a puff of air, knowing what I’d be seeing if I decided to take a look at my phone. But the alcohol that was left in me couldn’t hold back so I reached for it anyways.

I quickly opened up the safari tab and typed my own name, something I was never keen on doing. I hadn’t done it for weeks actually, but I knew there was a part of me that needed to see what was being said. Just like that, a bunch of highlights of new articles and my name as well as hers were everywhere.

“Fuck..” I sighed, closing my eyes shut for a second. “Why..”

Camille Rowe, model and famed ex girlfriend of musician and heartthrob Harry Styles releases tell all book — including steamy details of her former romance with the star!

Click. I waited for the page to load, nervously biting my lower lip.

There’s a lot of things we should thank Camille Rowe for — her Vogue tips on how to achieve the perfect Parisian makeup look, inspiring the fabulous Harry Styles Fine Line album and now releasing a book telling us ALL about her old relationship with the man himself!

Details in the book delve deep into her once what seemed great, but now known doomed relationship with the singer. She mentions details of cheating, jealously and what Harry’s really like in the bed. Thanks Camille — you’ve answered all of our questions. Turns out, Harry is just as packed as we thought he would be!

I couldn’t read it anymore, I felt humiliated and invaded of my privacy. Privacy. The one thing I valued most in my life, the one thing I hold onto like it is the most precious jewel in the world. Privacy — the one thing Camille knew was the most important aspect of my life. I grew up in the spotlight, placed under a huge amount of pressure and scrutiny. I felt as if I was made from a testing tube so specially to fit into a mold of a person I wasn’t.

For so long in my life I had felt as if people knew everything about me, even more than I did — and that’s a harsh feeling. I regained that privacy back after leaving the band and learned how to maintain a healthy balance of showcasing who I was to the world but holding back at the same time. It was what made my albums, my art, so special. Making my songs and putting them out there was my own personal invitation to those who listened, to get a glimpse into my life.

I felt sick and the alcohol in my stomach stirred the more I thought about that damn book.I was getting older, and alcohol didn’t clique with my body the way it used to. I opened my messages up, seeing Camille’s name at almost the top of my list of new messages, probably trying to apologize. What she should have done was ask if I was comfortable with her releasing a book that almost solely focused on our past relationship. A relationship that was well done with for almost 3 years now. For fucks sake, I’d always have love for the lady, but she never knew when she took things too far. I finally felt at peace and fully over her, and here she was ambushing my life and swiping away my beloved privacy.

I swiped left on the unopened messages, deleting them before even reading. I had to focus on the positive, that’s why I was here in the countryside after all. I hadn’t answered my publicist since the damn book came out last week, I didn’t even know where to start or what to stay. I wanted to keep silent, MIA.

Tonight with Colette though, I forgot about it all. She was stunning, there was no denying that. Funny too, and a little shy. She didn’t come off star struck by my presence, she treated me like any bloke off the street. Normal. Dropping her off at her cottage tonight, after spending the past few hours with her bloody gorgeous face, I wanted to snog her face off. Was I getting too old to be acting that way? I didn’t want to scare her off though, and that wasn’t really my style anymore.

Hookups and shit. The amount of one night stands from my days in the band were shameful. Thinking back to having security bring girls we thought were hot to our hotel rooms for a quick fuck, was so common back then, it was insane. It was a part of my life that I felt deep regret for, and sickened me to think about. I was young, horny, and willing to give my body up to any girl. Most of the time, I felt awkward. I’d see a girl at the bar in a fancy hotel we were at, I wouldn’t even say a word to her, 20 minutes later I was back in my room, waiting for my security to drop her off for an hour or so. No phones, sign an NDA, show ID of proof of legal age, be my type and bam, she got to be fucked by Harry Styles.

Things were so much different now, I focused more on making those connections, I found it built more of an attraction. The lead up to the sex or the relationship, was now my favorite thing. After years of getting instant sex, waiting for it had now become the best part.

I shook my head, brushing away these invasive thoughts I wanted to avoid and memories I wanted to forget. Switching off the lamp beside me and placing my phone on charge, I dozed off.

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sapphiretsuki · 4 years

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Surprise! Gift Time!

This is something I wrote while sitting next to the intended receiver. I took incredible joy in answering her questions about what I was writing with a smug “None of your business” when it was in fact very much her business. I’m kinda proud of this beast. I got a little out of control with the word count but whatevers clever right? So, without further ado, @channiesmixtape , this is a gift for you. I’m SO proud of the leaps and bounds you make with your writing every day and with your undying belief that I’m some sort of incredible writer. It means so much to me. (Please don’t hate me if I didn’t do your baby justice, I TIRED!) It’s untitled as of this very second, because I’m just not witty enough at this hour, but I’ll add one later when the inspiration returns.

Pairing: Bang Chan x Y/N (neighbors, enemies to lovers)

Word count: 6511 (I swear I didn’t mean to!)

Smut, masturbation, oral (m/f), unprotected sex, talk of condoms, wine, comedy, sass. If I forgot anything particularly bothersome, lemme know and I’ll fix it. Cr. to google for the lovely pic also.

It had been such a bad day all you wanted to do was go home and curl up with some wine and pet your cat and not emerge from your comfort cocoon for days if you could help it. Your boss was a total thunder cunt. People apparently lacked any form of common sense. Basic decency was no where to be found from anyone at all today. You missed a package because the tracking info was incorrect, so now you were going to have to squeeze that into your Monday somehow. Great. Thank fuck it was Friday.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and chucked the keys in the general direction of the kitchen as you were slipping your black pumps off. Your cat, Whispurr, was doing his daily dance around your ankles now that you were home and could tend to his kingly nature. Oh you loved that little butthole. Even though he threw up on the floor and started your days spiral into the land of what in the actual fuck when you stepped in it. He was still basically all you had and asshole or not he was there for you in his weird catty way. "Hey buddy, I'll get you some food in just a sec. Lemme just slip out of these terrible hose and I'll be right back." You leaned down and gave him a little scratch under his chin for good measure before nodding and heading to your room.

Once in your room you wasted no time at all peeling the awful pantyhose from your legs. Somebody had decided that full on business attire was a must today for the outings to meet with clientele and so you were forced to leave the comfort of your pants and blazer for something 'more feminine' as your boss had put it. She had absolutely no idea and it killed you every time she opened her mouth. The amount of time you spent covering for her and cleaning up behind her with clients all day since she'd decided to leave the office and 'tag along' to 'express her thanks' was exhausting. In the midst of peeling off the hose you decided that a nice scalding shower would be the start of your fix-it list for the evening. You finished undressing and threw a robe on before tiptoeing back to the kitchen.

Cat and then clean. That was absolutely the correct order, because your cat would most certainly do something heinous in retaliation if you neglected to feed him in a timely manner. You're sure his level of sass would put actual royalty to shame. He showed up on your balcony one night a few years ago as a drowned puff that you were both unsure how he got there or if he was going to make it. A few vet visits and some paycheck to paycheck living for a bit and here he was. A permanent resident. The freeloading roommate as it were. You put his food in his bowl and added a little extra something just because. You had a feeling he was gonna need some buttering up to be your cuddle buddy while you downed wine and watched terrible Netflix.

You traipsed down the hallway and made your way into the bathroom, neglecting to grab anything to change into since you figured the robe was more than enough for a session on the couch with the remote and a glass. You cranked the shower to scalding and decided you were going to unwind in the tub after you scrubbed off. Bless the water heaters in your complex, you paid enough for the damn utilities, that knob also got turned to hot and you tossed in a bomb and some dry flower stuff your friend swore by. It smelled good and thats really all your tired body cared about in that moment. After stepping into the shower and relishing in the heat meant to melt the skin off lesser mortals, you lathered up your loofah and scrubbed like there was a fire in the building and you needed to get out. The same speed was applied to your hair, which left you free and clear to melt into the tub and not move until the water was cold if you chose.

Feeling moderately better than you did when you walked in the door, you decided music was an excellent companion for a good soak and set about cranking the volume on your phone and hitting the shuffle button before laying it on the counter. The tenor voice of the man singing that began pouring out of the phone speaker immediately had you feeling the pangs of need and you squeezed your legs together as you pursed your lips in thought. It had been quite some time since you'd had a casual lay. Partly because your last friend with benefits turned into some sort of possessive psycho and partly because your newish neighbor was insufferable and somehow always managed to ruin your recent date situations. You were convinced the universe had conspired against you and the root of it was your stupid and ridiculously hot neighbor, Christopher. He hated when you called him that and it served him right.

Resigning yourself to the fact that you were just going to have to be your own relief tonight, you sunk into the tub and let the silky water wash over your tired and needy body. One song melted into another and you couldn't resist the urge to reach down and take care of your sudden desire. You knew if you let it be you'd just be miserable later and the whole mission this evening was following the theme of fix it. Not one to be anything less than straightforward, you began to slip your fingers into your doubly slick folds and stroked a little before you felt entirely too impatient to drag the process out. You hooked your fingers into your warm channel and began to stroke and scissor your fingers while your thumb pressed firm circles on your clit. You hoped the music and sloshing sounds from the water were enough to cover the sounds of what it was you were doing since the walls weren't the greatest in the bathroom area in terms of thickness. Shared plumbing and all that. You were so close to completion, right on the precipice of sweet release when you heard a loud crash in your apartment the general direction of your living room.

You quickly wrap a towel around your body and then make your way as swiftly to the front of your apartment as wet feet would allow. You skipped flipping lights on in favor of the element of surprise. Heart just about thumping out of your chest, you round the corner and turn on a single light, but don't see anything apparently out of place. It dawns on you at that moment that you are still essentially dripping wet and flew to the scene of some nonexistent crime practically naked. What if someone had been standing there waiting? You heart rate spikes at the thought and you felt anxious again. So much for your relaxing bath. Deciding you'd investigate the cause of the sound more closely after you felt more secure, you turned to make your way back down the hallway to put some clothes on, there was no way you were just going to be lounging in only a robe after that ordeal. The idea crossed your mind that perhaps you should double check the lock on the door at the very least, and ever the indecisive individual, you turn again and head towards the door instead. As you near the door you hear something and stop dead in your tracks. It sounded like feet on the concrete and now your heart was ratcheting it's way into your throat.

Completely convinced now that someone had in fact been in your house, you began to hatch a wild plan. With a burst of courage that was probably completely unfounded, you grabbed a vase off the console table nearby and in a rush flung the door open with a shout. "Who the fuck are you and what were you doing in my home?!" You screeched as you made to throw the potentially deadly item at the perpetrator. Much to your dismay, you hadn't remembered your current state of mostly undress and as you went to throw the vase your towel decided it had had enough and fell. What happened next could only be something from a terrible comedy and as you attempted to snatch at the only barrier between you and semi public indecency you somehow got tangled up and not only failed to throw the vase you ended up on the floor sans towel and with your bare ass exposed to whoever was standing there, glass all around you.

"Woah sweetheart, woah!" You'd know that accent anywhere. Of all the people that could have been on the other side of your door, why him? Why the man that in equal measures infuriated you and was the star of many restless nights and wet dreams. Anger was at the forefront and as you scrambled to retrieve your cover you spat at him "Christopher you have less than five seconds to explain yourself, and for fucks sake quit gawking at me! What in the hell are you doing here? Were you in my apartment?"

"Slow down little lady, I was not in your apartment." He said while waving his hands in front of himself to signal that he wasn't a threat. Those same hands that you found your eyes fixated on on more than one occasion, including now. Shaking the thought away you asked "Then what the hell are you doing? And don't try to tell me you weren't outside my door, I heard you pacing." He had the decency to look a little sheepish at that, and while you secured the towel around yourself he said "Your lights were all off but I heard a loud crash and worried that something happened here." It made sense, but you were still angry. And embarrassed. Not only had he seen you completely naked, he looked completely unbothered while you were still contemplating his long fingers and stupid beautiful face and body and damn it you were staring again. Of course he showed up in a pair of grey sweats that left you sweating yourself. And was he shirtless? Could this day get any worse? You just wanted to get to that bottle of wine and curl up into a ball and hope that the earth opened up and swallowed you whole. Shaking off the stupor once again you remembered your second problem, namely the glass that was now all around you from your valiant attempt at thief catching. You were going to have to ask for his help up.

Gritting your teeth you prepared yourself for the inevitable smug look you knew he was going to sport when you opened your mouth to ask him for something. "Christopher, would you mind helping me up, I'm kind of, uh, stuck here." You knew it was coming, but nothing could ever prepare you for the damn dimple. Stupid attractive man. "Now sweetheart," he drawled, "Is that really any way to ask someone for help? And I believe I've told you many times to call me Chan." Fine if he was going to be stubborn, you could also be stubborn. You looked up to him standing in your doorway and in the most saccharine voice you could muster, you cocked your head to the side and said "Channie, I really need help up. Can you help me please?" He audibly gulped and you counted that as two wins because finally the bastard was showing something other than a ridiculous level of cocky charm, and now he should have no qualms with helping you.

He took too long to move and you figured he was plotting again, so being the headstrong brat that you were you started to move yourself. As you were about to plant your palm on the ground next to you he suddenly snatched your arm with warning, " That's dangerous, just let me help you foolish woman." It was your turn to flounder as the feeling of his palm wrapped around your slim arm felt like fire and suddenly there were no more smart comebacks because you felt breathless. In one swift motion he pulled you to your feet and and then swept you literally off your feet. He had you in a firemans hold and began to make his way into your apartment, carefully dodging the shards of glass. Was your heart going to catch a break tonight? What was with this turn of events. He must have noticed your shiver because he picked up the pace and set you down gently on the other side of the disaster zone. "Go put some clothes on you must be freezing, I'll sweep this up. Where do you keep your broom?"

You wanted to protest. You really wanted him far away because you were on fire and didn't think you could even begin to have a normal interaction in your current state without being a complete mess. Breathless is how you felt, and the only saving grace is that he thought you were cold, not terribly turned on. Hell, you were still trying to process the feel of being pressed against that body almost nude yourself. Instead fuckery appeared and logical words came out. Well you weren't stuttering at least. "It's in the kitchen in the closet. I really appreciate your help, I was going to have a glass of wine to take the edge off my bad day, would you like one also? As uh, thanks for your help?" You sounded meek and you wanted to kick yourself. All of the adrenaline was gone and you were left with a weird mixture of relief and panic for a completely different reason now. He must have misunderstood because all he said with his back to you, already on a mission to help you again, was "Y/N. Go put some clothes on." You must have sounded weak to him when you said okay because he turned and his features softened. "I'll still be here when you come out, it's okay now, you're safe."

You didn't feel safe though as you padded back to your room in search of clothes. You felt rattled and hot.Your own body was set to betray you. Did the air conditioner break or something? It was just your neighbor helping you out. Your gorgeous neighbor. With a voice that should have been relegated to hotlines. Neighbors were friendly, right? What were you expecting anyways, it's not like you guys were the nicest to each other regularly. That's right, he himself must revel in your pain since he constantly was the source of dates ending on your doorstep and never amounting to more. His timing was something else. You realized you'd been standing in the middle of your room for too long and moved to put clothes on. Digging through your drawers you grabbed a super lacy pair of panties along with some shorts and a large t-shirt. You weren't trying to impress anyone, but underwear should always be beautiful was your policy. there was nothing wrong with a little self indulgence.

Perhaps you could call it a new beginning of sorts with him tonight. The extension of an olive branch in the form of a friendly glass of wine should aid that. Yes, friendly. You needed to pull yourself together and get your head out of the gutter. It didn't matter how wet he made your panties since there was very obviously no way that was ever gonna go anywhere. Shaking all thoughts of risque situations away, you took a towel to your hair and gave it a quick rub down before grabbing your brush from the vanity and tackling your tangles. Feeling a little less hot and a little bit more brave you made your way back down the hallway toward the kitchen to assess the damage and test your newfound bravery with the man who starred in a lot of your fantasies. You weren't going there. Nope. Nuh-uh. Olive branches. That's what you would focus on.

You quietly approached the kitchen granting yourself one tiny moment to enjoy the view of Chan's back muscles as you saw him putting the broom back in the closet. He really should put a shirt on. "So, whats the damage?" You called out to get his attention. He spun on his heel and looked you up and down. You could swear you saw something in his eyes, but refusing to play into any delusions, you pressed onward, "everything okay in here? You didn't happen to see what the mysterious crash was all about did you?" He rubbed the back of his neck and dammit his abs, and that delicious v that trailed down into those wretched sweats he was wearing, and were you drooling? What the fuck. You quickly rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand and hoped he hadn't noticed. "Well a bit of bad news, sugar, your cat, quite charming little guy by the way, or maybe thats just his drunk showing?" He scratched his chin and made a face that reminded you of that stupid thinking emoji and you bit back a smile. "Well, your cat appears to have acquired a taste for the red, bit of a lush it seems. He either knocked your bottle down or it fell. Either way, he's been in the booze." Your eyes darted to where he was pointing and sure enough there was your little asshole sitting in the middle of the kitchen licking the purple off his white tipped paws. He had bits of purple around his mouth and was he swaying? "WHISPURR!" you shouted and the little jerk just gave you a look like he couldn't be bothered.

Totally frustrated now, you threw your arms in the air and let out a sound of pure exasperation. Chan must have found it funny because he let out a little chuckle before you shot him a glare that could freeze fire. "It is absolutely NOT funny. This day has been one bad thing on top of another and now my damn cat is even in on it. I was really looking forward to that damn glass of wine" You felt like you were genuinely on the verge of tears and Chan started to approach you. He put his hands on your shoulders and said, "Hey, hey. It'll be okay. I have an idea. While its probably not as nice as what your cat had a taste for, my little sister left a few bottles of wine over at my place the last time she was fighting with her boyfriend and took it upon herself to come crash there. How about I go grab one or two and we can watch something and you can forget all about your day?" You felt drained and could do nothing but nod. His body in proximity to yours was doing things to your sanity. Part of you thought this was a bad idea and you should just thank him and send him on his way, but there was another part of you that was excited at the prospect of spending some time with him without animosity involved. Hopefully the bastard put a shirt on before he came back.

You told him you'd just leave the door unlocked if he was going to be quick and set about making some popcorn. You were gonna coat it in butter and too bad if he didn't like it. If this night was going to be full of bad decisions the least you were going to allow yourself were the extra calories. You grabbed two glasses and the bowl of popcorn and set off for the living room to set up the streaming services while you awaited his return. After you got everything powered on you went to the linen closet to toss some fluffy blankets at the couches. As you made it back to the living room he had reappeared with a bottle in each hand. Much to your dismay he still lacked a shirt and now you began to wonder if you were going to be able to focus on whatever you decided to watch at all. Whatever, it's not like you were taking a test on the content. He had a bottle of red, and a bottle of white, so you took the white off his hands and headed to the kitchen. You threw the bottle in the fridge and grabbed the corkscrew before making your way back to the living room. You expertly popped the cork on the bottle and then turned to him and asked, "So any preference to what we watch? I realize I know very little about your likes." He seemed to get a kick out of that but answered anyway "Can we watch something action? I've kinda had a long day and don't want to fall asleep. Bonus points if it includes Chris Hemsworth, he's my mancrush." He threw a wink at you and that smile that made that cursed dimple pop and now you found yourself on autopilot and typing the franchise name into the search bar. Did he realize how dangerous his behavior was?

"Okay sit wherever, I threw tons of cushions and blankets and junk around, make yourself comfortable." He nodded and made to sit on the couch you were hoping he'd avoid. Like hell you were going to sit anywhere other than front and center though so your stubborn popped out again and as nonchalantly as you could, you plopped down next to him and covered your legs with one of the throw blankets you had laying around. Scooting your ass to the edge of the couch you leaned towards the coffee table and poured a glass for each of you. You turned to hand one to him and could have sworn he was staring at your ass. You disregarded the thought and raised your glass his direction to toast. "Thank you for all your help this evening." He raised his glass to meet yours and added on "It was really not a problem sugar." The way the word sugar rolled off his tongue. Sugah. You gulped and raised your cup. Clinking glasses you both took a swig and you snatched the remote up to hit play.

As the movie rolled you found yourself sneaking glances every so often, even though you swore that you were going to leave well enough alone. Maybe it was the wine finally letting the tension leave your body, but you didn't feel as on edge as you had and maybe thats where the bravery was coming from. Your best friend often told you you didn't think things through. You hadn't been paying attention to the movie and a loud blast made you jump and suddenly his attention was on you. Busted. "Baby girl, am I really so interesting? You've been looking at me an awful lot." And there was that smug look you were so accustomed to again. This man was so infuriating. It was your own fault though. As usual you couldn't leave well enough alone and found yourself in the spotlight. Self preservation attempted to kick in and you scoffed. "You're insane. Don't think so highly of yourself, I just wanted to make sure you weren't actually falling asleep since you said you were tired," you attempted feigning ignorance. "Well yeah, lets say I'm a little crazy. Sugar the fault is all your own though. I'm trying my very best to be a gentleman here and you're doing everything in your power to make that impossible."

Movie long forgotten you let your emotions get the better of you and out came the word vomit. "Look, I'm well aware that you hate me, but you don't get to come in here and be rude. I'm trying to patch whatever this THIS is between us," you say as you swing your hands between the two of you to convey the things words are failing to express. You continue, "Don't think that just because you're stupidly attractive with your stupid dimples and your stupid abs and your stupidly sexy voice that you can just oomf-" Suddenly his mouth was on yours swallowing the words you were endlessly spewing and you froze as he wrapped his muscular arms around you body and pulled you closer. You gasped as you realized his mouth was actually on yours and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Throwing all caution to the wind and keeping true to your typical do first ask later nature, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with all the passion you could muster. Long held frustrations coming out, you explored his mouth like it was an oasis in the desert and you were a weary traveller seeking respite.

Breathing heavily you broke away from the kiss in need of oxygen and searched his face for any sign of regret. Instead you were smacked with such a look of lust that the air in the room felt heavy again and before you could screw it up by opening your mouth you decided to put it to better use. You climbed on top of him straddling his lap and kissed him again. This time he froze, but undeterred you felt around for his arm without breaking the kiss and raised his hand to your chest. You felt relief when he squeezed your breast and he gasped. "You're not wearing a bra," he panted out. "Of course you're not wearing a bra. Are you literally trying to kill me Y/N? I already told you I was trying to be a gentleman, and look at what you're doing to me. Baby girl I'm not going to be able to stop if this goes any further." You were suddenly aware of just how rock hard he was as he shifted in discomfort and his cock grazed your clit though the layers of clothes between you. "So don't." you said, "Don't stop Chan. Show me just what I'm supposedly doing to you." He growled and flipped you off his lap and was on top of you in an instant caging you in between those gorgeous arms of his. He leaned in and his hot breath on your ear made your already ruined underwear feel like a dam about to burst. He whispered in your ear, "Baby girl, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk tomorrow, but you're far too dressed for that right now." He nipped at you ear before moving to take your shirt off.

You were in awe of his rippling abs as he pulled himself upright when your face reappeared from the inside of the gigantic shirt. Brushing his bangs out of his face he leaned down and began pressing open mouthed kisses from you hipbone up your stomach and to the valley between your breasts. He enclosed his lips around one of your nipples, sucking fiercely, and began to rub the other between his thumb and forefinger. You felt your nipples tighten to the point that it was almost painful and began to squirm with need. He reached down and stilled you with a hand on your hip, "Ah ah, we'll get there sugar, but I' gonna take my sweet time. I'm supposed to be showing you right? Where's the fun if it's over too fast?" He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your tiny shorts and in one swift motion slid them down your legs. Taking a moment to appreciate you in nothing but a pair of sinfully sexy panties you could swear he growled again as he roughly pulled the crotch of them aside and slid those illegal fingers of his through the incredibly wet folds hidden within. "Look at how wet you are. What exactly has you so drenched Y/N? Hmmm?" He made to wipe his fingers off on his sweats but you snatched his wrist and brought the digits to your mouth. Slowly swirling your tongue around them, the taste of yourself foreign, you watched his eyes widen and his incredible smile appeared again. He peeled the panties off you and took another moment to appreciate your fully nude body. You suddenly felt exposed since he still had clothes on and you were completely naked. "It's not fair if I'm the only one naked Chan," you pouted.

He let out a lighthearted laugh and stood up to take his pants off. He was smirking at you when he looked your direction, you must have been staring but the anticipation was killing you at this point and you didn't care. "You still have too much on." you stated matter-of-factly. His boxer briefs were barely containing the tent and you were pretty sure you could see a wet spot on the front of them. He gave a shrug and went to remove them and his cock sprang free of the confines. Okay now you were definitely salivating. Was it okay to call a cock pretty? His was beautiful and you found yourself wanting to devour it whole. You're sure he picked up on your increased desire but you were completely uninhibited and shameless now and the words were out before you could think twice. "Can I taste you?" He moved to stand in front of you and you sat up greedy and impatient. You wrapped your hand around the base of it and took a moment to appreciate the large vein running up the underside. It reminded you of the veins in his hands and arms and you licked your lips before wrapping your mouth around the head and sucking down the length of it. You could see his hands clench into fists as you began to bob your head up and down and hollow your cheeks as you swallowed around the girth of him. There was drool running down your chin and he was so big you couldn't take all of him so you gripped what you couldn't and stroked in time with the motion of your head. You could hear him panting and feel the twitching and pulsing as you picked up the pace. He pulled away and your lips left his cock with a pop. "As fantastic as your mouth feels wrapped around my cock, I have some other things in mind babe, I wanna cum buried inside that sweet pussy of yours"

You clamped your legs together tighter as the thought of his dick confined inside you had you feeling like you were a faucet. You were sure there was a large puddle on your couch you were going to have to deal with later but you couldn't be bothered to care just yet. Standing, you grabbed his hand and proceeded to move down the hallway towards your room. Once you cleared the doorway you spun on your heel and on tiptoe pressed your mouth and body to his. You were in need of friction and figured the best way to facilitate that would be to ruffle his feathers a little. "Christopher, I thought you were going to fuck me until I couldn't walk. I'm not a very patient woman." Before you could run your mouth anymore he marched you backwards towards your bed and when the back of your knees hit the mattress he lightly shoved you and you fell backward. The fluffy comforter cushioned your fall and he was there immediately sucking bruises into your neck, his hands wildly exploring your body. He began to stroke your folds and inserted one finger and then another easily due to the overwhelming amount of fluids you were producing. He hooked his fingers and brushed that spongy spot inside that made you tremble. As he continued his assault on your neck and pussy you could feel the burning tension begin to build up in your abdomen and knew you were finally, finally close to cumming. The walls of your pussy were clamping around the rhythmic thrusts of his fingers and he also knew you were close. He abruptly pulled his fingers out and the sense of emptiness and you moaning in frustration. "Please oh my god, I'm so close, please please." you whined.

He dropped to his knees and wrenched your legs wide apart and before you could question anything at all mis mouth was on your clit and your first instinct was to clamp your legs around his head. He kept your legs spread wide and continued fucking you with his mouth. He flattened his tongue and licked a few long stripes up your pussy "I'm going to let go of your legs, I need you to be a good girl and not thrash okay?" You were so desperate for release you would have agreed to anything. "I'm not hearing yes sugar, can you do that for me?" You mustered up your voice and choked out, "Y-yes Channie," and that was all it took. He wrapped his lips around your clit and began sucking on it again while simultaneously ramming his fingers back in your dripping channel. The tension was back and you were trembling from trying to keep your legs spread. Your orgasm washed over you in waves of white hot pleasure and you came all over his tongue and fingers. He worked you through it and when the overstimulation became too much you couldn't stay splayed out any longer and let your legs fall. He pulled back with a smirk and pressed a kiss to your temple before kissing you on the mouth. You really thought you could learn to love the taste of yourself if it came from a mind blowing orgasm like that every time.

"Do you have any condoms baby girl? I'd hate to have to go next door." he asked. Your head lolled to the side, still drunk off your post orgasm high and you said, "In the drawer beside the bed, theres a brand new box. I uh, haven't gotten to use any of them. I'm also clean and on the pill." He smirked at this and you were more alert than a moment ago as you wondered what that look was about. "I know," he said cockily. "I've seen how many dates left you wanting. Pathetic excuses and all that. I've also heard you take care of yourself in the bathroom Y/N. If you've wanted me for as long as you've been using me to get off, all you had to do was say so."

You were suddenly very aware of what had been going on and didn't know whether to feel angry or embarrassed or to just take what you were finally being gifted. You decided all three were appropriate. "You little shit! You sabotaged my dates on purpose! I knew your timing every. single. time. was just too coincidental! And so what if I used you to get off?! I can throw your words back at you, if you've wanted me for that damn long how come you never said anything?" He looked like he hadn't expected your outburst, but it was going to take more than a mind blowing orgasm to make you stupid enough to not address the elephant that was now sitting in the room. "You're you. That's what. You're so funny and attractive and sassy. So sassy. It's not like you've ever given me any reason to think you actually liked me. I finally figured you out a little better tonight though, your rough exterior is definitely hiding something incredibly sweet. You don't have to be embarrassed, or hide yourself from me. I'd already fallen your your stubborn ass a long time ago."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. How was this even possible? You were both idiots. Total fools. "You stupid man." You said and he looked like you'd kicked him. "No, no, you're not stupid. We're stupid," you sighed, "if we both weren't so stupid we could have been not dancing around each other a long time ago." He looked up again and had this stupidly endearing and hopeful look on his face. You decided to show him mercy and squash the awkward situation "If you don't get over here and keep your promise to fuck me until I can't stand, I might have to reconsider my stance on this." You smirked at him now and the look of challenge on your face had him covering you again in an instant. He kissed you deeply before lining his cock up with you entrance and dragging it through your pussy lips before he entered your slick heat. The feeling of being so full after so long left you breathless, but also oddly complete. He rocked into your core slowly at first and then picked up the pace as your moans became louder. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans echoed throughout the room and you could feel another orgasm building. "Feels so good Chan, mmmm right there," you breathed out as he shifted and this new angle had him brushing against your g-spot with every pass. He reached down to rub circles on your clit and you completely fell apart around his dick as you moaned his name. His strokes becoming sloppy with his own impending release his hips stuttered to a stop as your pussy milked him for every drop of cum he had and he painted your insides.

Breathing heavily you admired the strength he demonstrated in not collapsing on you and as you felt him soften and slip out you suggested you guys maybe get cleaned up a little. "Mmm I don't think I wanna" he said as he nuzzled into your neck affectionately. He was impossible, and adorable, and apparently maybe yours now. "Let's at least lay in the bed the right way then, yeah?" He appeared to think about that for a moment before he stood up and pulled you to your feet. He turned down the comforter and climbed into the bed and with his dimples on full display pat the spot next to him beckoning you to join him. You shook your head and laughed but climbed in beside him. He wrapped the blanket around you both before proceeding to wrap himself around you like a koala. You can take the man out of the land, but not the land out of the man you supposed. True to his word before the night was over you were thoroughly tended to. Several times. When morning came and you truly couldn't walk very well, he brought you breakfast in bed. It was definitely the perfect turn around for the travesty that yesterday was and you were looking forward to not hating your neighbor anymore.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #neighbors #e2l #gift fic #for the bestest bestie #love you beech #you inspire me every day #i hope you love it

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In My Feelings (Cesar X Reader)

OMB Masterlist

B/F/N: Best Friend

If this isn't love, why do I feel this way?

You were bopping to Kehlani with your headphones on your head while walking to school and quietly singing.

It was finally May and you were in a good mood since summer was almost here. Just two more weeks.

A few moments later, you felt your headphones taken off of your head. You stopped walking and turned around quickly to yell at the person who took them off of you. Nobody wasn't there.

"Looking for these?"

You quickly turn back around and your eyes widened in shock to see Cesar Diaz. The boy you have a personal history with that was smirking at you while dangling your headphones on his left point finger. .

What you mean by personal history, you mean by liking him for a long time. Your feelings for him are tangled and all over the place now.

"Oh...hi Cesar." you said shyly as you felt heat on your face.

"What did I tell you about not listening to music while you're outside? You know how these streets are." said Cesar and he handed over your headphones and you took them back.

"I'm sorry okay? I just love music too much. I need to listen to it everywhere I go." you said as you continue to walk with Cesar joining next to you while folding your headphones to hold them in your right hand.

"I know that, Y/N. You're always in your own little world." said Cesar and he glanced at you with a smile. You give him a shy smile back while both of you started walking together.

It's still surprising how Cesar knows you when you barely talk to him. It's one of the things that made you fall for him.

"No. No. Feelings, you're not returning today." you thought as you shake your head. You turn away from Cesar going into your own mind, causing Cesar to gain a grin as he looks at you.

A few minutes later, you and Cesar walked through the front doors of Freeridge High. You see students out in the hallways chatting and being on their phones while waiting for first class to start.

"Hermano!" shouted Jamal as he came up to him with Ruby next to him.

You felt somebody gripping your arm and pulling you away from the boys. You turned your head quickly and realized it was your best friend, B/F/N..

"Y/N! You didn't tell me you're with Diaz!" said B/F/N a bit loud as she pulls you to the side a few feet away from Cesar.

"I'm not!" you said a bit loud. You turn your head to see if Cesar heard you but gladly he didn't.

"Can you keep your big mouth quiet?!" you whispered shouted at B/F/N.

"How dare you call me such a word!" said B/F/N being fake offended. They have their mouth wide open and left hand over their heart fake shocked. You roll your eyes by her being extra.

"Also nobody can't hear us. This hallway is as loud as a concert. Watch this." said B/F/N and wink at you. She turns her body to the crowd of students.

"Y'all! I slept with Ruby!" shouted B/F/N. Your eyes widened and scared by what she just said. You looked around but you see nobody taking notice of her announcement.

"See?" said B/F/N with a smirk and her hands out gesturing as she looks at you.

"You're lucky Jasmine didn't hear that. Cause she would mess you up right now." you said, knowing how Jasmine is about Ruby.

"Bring her. I'll take her down. That boy is mine. Whatever she likes it or not." said B/F/N with a serious face and her arms crossed against their chest.

"Y'all crazy for him."

"And you're crazy about your Lil Spooky." said B/F/N and you felt heat on your face again after you heard his little nickname. It was so hard for you to not blush right now.

"No, I'm not. I'm over him. Or at least I'm trying to." you said shyly and looked away from her face.

"Yeah, okay Y/N. Everybody believes you." said B/F/N sarcastically, not believing you. You quickly gave them an insulted face.

"Hey! I am! Getting over somebody doesn't happen overnight." you said a bit louder than usual and the warning bell rang.

"Yeah, I know." said B/F/N as you start to walk beside them to go upstairs to go to your first class.

Cesar turned his head from his friends to see if you were still beside him. His face fell when he saw nobody next to him.

"Cesar, you coming?" asked Ruby, and Cesar nodded quickly start to walk with him and Jamal to class.

I'm a savage (Yeah)

Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)

You stopped walking with your lunch as you hear the song playing with a sight that was kinda out of normal. A moment later, you continue to walk but weirdly as you walk up next to B/F/N.

You see her staring at Jasmine with a weird face like you were at the moment. Jasmine was doing the savage challenge on her phone in front of the core four trying to ignore her and eat lunch.

"Did I miss anything?" you asked and Jasmine stopped dancing with an upset face.

"You messed up my video, Y/N. Thanks a lot." said Jasmine annoyed and she sits right between B/F/N and Ruby.

You rolled your eyes and you sat down between B/F/N and Jamal.

A few minutes later, you heard a girl giggling. You turn your head and your heart burns inside of your body.

You saw Cesar having his arm around Monse as she giggles at something Cesar said in her ear. You start to stare until you turn back to a concerned B/F/N.

"Y/N, you're okay?" asked B/F/N as she touched your right shoulder and you quickly put on a fake smile.

"Yeah. Totally fine. Um, Ruby, there's a party tonight. Right?" you said as you shift your head to look at Ruby trying to avoid the conversation.

"Y/N, you forgot? It's Cesar's birthday." said Ruby and your eyes widened because you completely forgot about it.

"Oh my gosh, Cesar! Happy birthday." you said quickly and Cesar turned to you smiling.

"Thanks Y/N. I was wondering when you were going to tell me. I thought you were going to be the first person out of my familia." said Cesar and your heart started to beat fast.

He wanted you to be the first person to tell you happy birthday? Why? Why you?

You felt your heart beating fast and you quickly put your right hand over your heart area to calm it down. Your feelings for Cesar started to creep on you again and you were not going to go down that road again. Abort. ABORT!!!!

"Um...guys I really got to go." you said as you quickly start to pick up your trash from your lunch and put it on top of your tray.

"Y/N, where are you going?" asked Cesar with concerned eyes as he slowly took his arm off of Monse.

"I got to go." you said as you got up with your tray and went to the trash to dump your trash from your lunch. Cesar was following your movements.

"But where? Do you need anything? I can help you." said Cesar as he starts to get up and tries to go after you.

"No! Um, it's nothing important. I just need...to talk to one of my teachers." you said lying as you look back at your group while backing up.

"Oh...okay." said Cesar and he looks back at you still with concern.

Just seeing him like this hurts you inside. It's best for you to run away and not have feelings for him for your future self. You quickly put your dirty tray on the rack and quickly jog out of the cafeteria.

"Happy birthday to you!" shouted everybody and Cesar makes a wish, blows out the candles, and everybody claps and cheers.

You were looking at Cesar with a shy smile and clapping slowly with everybody else clapping until the music resumed again.

"Y/N!"

You turn around quickly to see B/F/N and Ruby dancing on the dance floor.

"Woo! Go B/F/N!" you shouted back at your best friend. At least she was having fun and spending time with the guy she likes.

You walked over to the buffet and drinks table to refill your drink. You were wearing a cute short black crop top with your favorite jean shorts and vans.

You went to the side and drank as you saw people dancing and having fun.

A few moments later, you heard people shouting and screaming as they started to crowd something; You quickly dropped your drink and tried to get inside the circle.

Once you got into the front, your eyes widened to see B/F/N and Jasmine shouting at each other.

"What the h*ll you dancing with my man?!" shouted Jasmine angrily.

"Having fun. Soon, he will be my boyfriend." said B/F/N with a smirk, making Jasmine furious.

"Why you son of a..." mumble Jasmine underneath her breath. A second later, Jasmine starts to swing at B/F/N and it turns into a fight, causing people to shout and start recording with their phones.

"Hey! Hey! Stop!" you shouted at them trying to get close while trying not get hit.

"Hey! Yo! HEY!" shouted Spooky after he finally got inside of the circle and separated them apart in one move.

"¡No habrá peleas debajo de esta casa! Los dos, vete ahora!" shouted Spooky angrily, causing everybody scared to their knees.

"Let's go." you said as you tried to pull B/F/N away from the party by holding her hand.

"I have a nice time with you, Ruby! Until this puta ruins it!" shouted B/F/N as you pull her out. Initiating: run mode.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" shouted Jasmine angrily and you quickly started to run away while pulling on B/F/N’s hand. Both of you ran out of Cesar's birthday party as Jasmine was pouncing towards B/F/N.

A few minutes later, you and B/F/N arrived at her house and both of you stopped running and started to take a deep breath.

"You're lucky I'm wearing my favorite jean shorts I'm able to run in or I'll kill you right now." you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"Oh really? Can't we talk about the fact that Jasmine tried to kill me like a f*cking panther just now?!" shouted B/F/N as they tried to catch her breath.

"Come on, let's go inside." said B/F/N, waving you to come in as she starts to walk inside her house.

"I'll stay outside. My mom will be here soon." you said.

"Okay. Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight." you said and B/F/N went inside her house and closed the door.

You walked over to the small stairs in front of her door and decided to sit on one of them as you waited on your mom.

You got a notification on your phone and your face dropped in disappointment to see a message from your mom not being able to pick you up.

You look at the time and you groaned in stress. You know this is usually the time B/F/N is knocked out for the night.

You start searching online on your phone for a way to get home until somebody comes unexpectedly.

"You need somebody to take you home?"

You look up from your phone and you see Cesar a few feet from you with a grin on his face as he was looking at you.

You nodded and gave him a shy smile. You got up from sitting on the steps, walked up to Cesar, and both of you started to walk down the sidewalk in the night.

"So...what are you doing on B/F/N's street?" you asked and you turned to him curiously.

"Oh um...after Jasmine and you guys left, Spooky decided to end the party since that fight went way out of handed." and Cesar and he puts his hands in his pockets trying to think what else to say.

"Well, that's too bad. I hope you have a good fifteenth birthday." you said and turn away as you felt heat on your face again.

"Thanks. What made it better was..." started Cesar and he turns his head to look at you. You turn your head back to him so he can finish his sentence.

You and Cesar stopped walking and turned your bodies to each other. You felt such a connection with him as you start to stare into his eyes and him looking back at yours the same way.

You completely forgot about your feelings coming out again until you felt your heart beating fast again.

You quickly turned away from Cesar's eyes and saw your house on your right.

"Oh, we're here. Um...thanks for taking me home, Cesar. I appreciate it." you said looking from your house back to Cesar.

"No problem. Goodnight Y/N." said Cesar as he stares into your eyes with a grin on his face.

"Goodnight." you said shyly and you walked up to your front door. You start opening your front door until you hear somebody calling your name.

You turned around and saw Cesar coming up to you. Once he is in front of you, you look up into his eyes wondering what he has to say.

Cesar stares deep into your eyes and slowly wraps his arms around your waist. He starts to lean in and you close the gap. Cesar is surprised but he immediately responds by kissing you back.

As the kiss continues on, you put your arms around his neck and push his head towards you gently to become even closer to him.

After the kiss, you and Cesar slowly separated from each other.

"That was the best gift I got today. Can I have another?" asked Cesar with a smirk. You giggled and Cesar pulled you in again to give you a sweet kiss

"Goodnight maravillosa." said Cesar with a huge grin on his face as he slowly backs up from you.

You smiled at him and looked at him one last time before entering your house.

Once you lock the front door, you place your back on it and slide down all the way down to the floor as blush comes on your face, heart beating out of your chest, and a huge grin on your face.

"I think I love him now." you said and even more blush than ever before came on your face. You tried to hide it by covering your face with your hands.

On that night, you and Cesar dream about each other being together and eventually the dream became a reality.

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part one 🍒

Todomomo

I think they would be that TikTok couple where the girl is dancing and then the boy slowly comes up and wraps his arms around her and kisses her with the music still playing.

They were voted hottest TikTok couple.

Momo tried the “play this with your boyfriend around audio” and long story short Todoroki burnt her phone.

Todoroki has his profile picture as him and Momo in some glasses flashing a stack of money.

It was a joke at first but he ended up never changing it.

Todoroki would make a post about zooning out and day dreaming about Momo being a “good girl” and asking for more

Momo dueted it and said “zooning out and day dreaming about when he tells you that its not ever yet.”

Todoroki was the first to do the “You look so sexy, you really turn me on videos with your S/O.

He would take the video of Momo as shes getting ready looking all sexy like she is

And she starts talking about their cats bowel movements and he starts laughing cause the audio hits “you look so sexy.” And her eyes widen and shes giggling.

He then spins her close to him and whsipers “You really turn me on, blow my mind everytime.” And she just giggles louder and blushes.

That got like 3 million views.

“I have a boyfriend.” “No my boyfriend crazy, he kill people.”

Izuocha

Uraraka would do silly cute videos

Deku would NOT thirst trap

....on purpose

THEY ARE THE COUPLE TO DO THE “this my baby, and aint NO BODY FINNA touch him.

Uraraka would do lots of cosplay videos.

Her and Deku would do couple cosplay all day long.

They may or may not beg Kiribaku and Seromina to joing them.

Uraraka does that audio where it’s “AND WHY AREN’T YOU IN UNIFORM” in her school clothes, she exits the screen and comes back in with a maid outfit with her fingers doing this. 👉🏽👈🏽

Deku would spend at least two hours replying to the “Damn she bad” “She know what she doin” comments with “Yeah she is :)” “You should see her without the outfit.”

He would do a video with negative and jealous comments about his relationship/ Uraraka with “Bitch I know you sad I know you mad I know you pissed off.” Only he would censor the bad words.

They are that couple that do the whole stand on their back thing and they have to keep getting up till the other person is standing on their shoulders.

Uraraka would dress up in some dark cosplay and lip sync “Do you know who the fuck you’re talkin to?’ audio.

That’s it. Just imagine how hot that’d be.

Her favorite audio is “make his pockets hurt”

Kirbaku

They would do the “I am not gay” audio and flash up pis of Uraraka Momo and Mina. Then they would stare at each other as the blank part of the audio plays out and then go. “You know what i am GAY.”

Kirishima would make his caption. “Girls are beautiful tho “

Bakugou would then caption his with “Not as beautiful as my boyfriend tho.”

They delete fetishizing comments so fast!

Love the Fuck Ice song!

I DO NOT CARE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT BAKUGOU HE THIRST TRAPS!!

They wouldn’t be the BEST dancers....

But their little dance to “Get the Gat” hit different.

Kirishima does that audio that’s like “No need to shout, no need to yell, no need to have a riot. Shut your eyes, take a deep breath.” To him, and he picked him up and threw him across the room.

Kirishima then later dueted Todoroki’s “Thinking about when she..” video with “When he threw you out of anger and you were kinda into it.”

Kaminari did a video of “Tell your beef, if he says he’s got boyfriend. Then tell him I’m scared of him and I aint fuckin vegetarian.” So he dueted it with him holding up beef and bringing Bakugou in the shot, before pushing out of the way and eating the meat.

Then he fort night danced.

Kirishima thinks that jake2r is literally the funniest thing on TikTok

“I can fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie.” Is an audio Bakugou OWNS

Kamijirou

Jirou would post so many videos of her singing

There would be some with Kaminari in the background just walking by with a dumb smile on his face.

He would then duet it and dance to her singing and do stupid TikTok dances to her voice with a caption. “That’s my baby! Yessir!”

Adding onto the “Fuck Ice” song, Jirou made her own punk version.

With proper credit of course.

On god Denki would try so hard to get her to do the couple audios with him.

CEO of the “Heart been broke so many times” Audio.

Kaminari would do a “Day one of trying to get my girlfriend to dance with me.” To literally any popular dance.

He got her drunk one time and she did it.

DENKI SINGS “Come on fuck me emo boy.” TO HER ALL THE TIME AND SHE HAS TO TRY HER HARDEST NOT TO LAUGH

Like literally most of the videos in that audio is them two ranging from her being mad, her laughing, her not showing any care, and one of her vibing.

One time he left town and couldn’t do it in person so he did so with a bunch of pictures of her.

Jirou posts video’s of her getting ready to the “I’m your DAD!” audio and she actually screams and Denki runs in scared.

Asaf and Frank are his favorite TikTokers

Seromina

Sero is a dumb stoner gamer TikToker.

Mina is THE TikTok dancer.

She INVENTED throwing it back!

She can also rap every single Nikki Minaji song perfectly.

She would shake her ass to “Don’t drop that dun dun dun”

Like she would go ham.

And Sero would be on a trip out of town watching it and all he could duet it with was his jaw hanging open and water coming out of his mouth like drool.

He would nearly be crying at the beauty he snagged.

Caption would be “Ya’ll wanna know how fast I can run?”

Sero invented the “I’m already tracer” meme.

Mina did a collab with the “Hit or miss girl” and they’re best friends.

“I’m a savage, classy bouige, ratchet.” She owns that audio.

Sero makes fun of all the E boys who say the N word.

Sero is somewhere between an E boy and an anti E boy.

Co CEO of “Heart been broke so many times” Audio.

“What you doin out here with all that ass?” Is another favorite of Sero’s

Sero would get ripped before “I don’t get it, it’s says it’s four for four dollars. No one said anything about tax.” While Mina tries to make breakfast in the background and he fortnight dances.

Sero WORSHIPS the ground Cody Ko and Noel Miller walk on

GROUP HEADCANNONS

Mina and Momo collab the most out of the four girls

Bakugou post a video of that audio thats like “Jack i want you to paint me like this” And he’s jack all smooth and sexy

Kaminari then duets it in full sloth costume.

Kirishima duets it laughing his ass off.

Bakugou and Momo do the song together that’s like “I think y’all could use some tips. I’m skinny, I’m winning, and all you bitches are ugly. All the guys in my phone are ugly and fat so don’t call me.” With the camera shaking over to Todoroki eating soba minding his own damn business and the back to Bakugou with “All these bitches on my dick, they giving me head in the lobby” And at that exact moment Kirishima walks by and he grabs the back of his head and bobs it.

He is very confused and can only laugh and mutter an “OW!”

That video got 5 million likes.

They all do their own version of “Tell me about your schools biggest controversy with this audio.

Jirou’s is just “Mineta”

Kaminari and Kirishima would re create the audio in person.

Mina would get Todoroki, Deku and Kaminari together and lip sync “I am not gay, but lets be precise.” You could see Sero in the background mouthing “Liar.” Mina would push him out of the shot trying to finish the line “cause if she’s pretty than watch her cause ima be fuckin ya wife.”

They girls would do a really fast paced TikTok to “Ms. Hilton you must be worth a trillion bucks “ With Mina lip syncing that while pulling her sunglasses down to look at Momo walk by.

Then it would turn to Urarka who goes “Get the feelin that you don’t really give a” And then Jirou would come in clutch with the censoring and play her guitar on the “fuck” so Uraraka doesn’t cuss because she is baby.

Deku and Todoroki do the “Who are you?” “Maaaaan I be that pretty mother fucker man.”

Todoroki is the pretty mother fucker.

I’m gonna say that Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari do the “Well, can you tell which one of us is Hikaru?” audio, with the caption when we ask who’s the biggest dumbass, and when it turns to he Haruhi part its literally everyone saying the “thats the dumbest game I’ve ever heard”

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super-famicom-star-inactive · 3 years

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Friday Special #5

December 18th, 2020

Welcome back to another Friday Special!

For this week, we’ll be looking into the history of cheat codes and what happened to them.

So what exactly are cheat codes? What qualifies as a cheat code?

In the most basic definition, cheat codes are usually a set of numbers, words, or phrases that, if a video game allowed them, would allow certain abilities or rewards to happen based on the code entered. For example, rewards could be something like infinite lives or all weapons/costumes/etc. unlocked.

According to history, the first recorded instance of a video game cheat code was in the video game Computer Space alllllll the way back in 1971. It was installed into the software and could only be accessed while holding the two buttons to the left while the machine was booting up to make your score start at 14. This tidbit of information however is difficult to prove as it only worked on a handful of machines.

Cheat codes were not always about given more “freedom” to players.

Did you know that they originally started out as developer tools?

Other early examples of cheat codes were ones like Colossal Cave Adventure, a text-based adventure game where if you inputted XYZZY, it would teleport the player between two places, or for a game like Manic Miner where if the player inputted the number code 6031769 (sources vary between some saying it was creator Matt Smith’s phone number and others say the last few numbers of his driver’s license) into the title card and press enter, it would allow the player to shift between the six levels of the game.

The original purpose of cheat codes were meant for developers to quickly move from one section of the game to another as well as video game reviewers to properly see through the different parts of a game to review and score it properly in gaming magazines.

Cheat codes at the time were pretty simple and not given much thought.

Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked when the Konami Code was first introduced.

Just about everyone and their mother knows about the legendary Konami Code, but just in case you don’t, it was a special code combination first introduced in 1986 for the game Gradius as a way to test the game during the early stages. The code is:

Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start

It was created by Kazuhisa Hashimoto (he passed away back in February of this year, rest in peace) and although it didn’t gain popularity then, a little game called Contra was where the Konami Code really started to send shockwaves all across the Western gaming world.

In the original Contra, if the Konami Code was used, your three lives were boosted to thirty, making the impossible game more manageable to play. The code became so widespread with immense popularity that Hashimoto insisted that from then on that every single Konami game would input the cheat code in its programming.

This kickstarted what would become a more modern definition of what cheat codes would be.

The Konami Code would be so famous it even found its way into non-Konami titles such as Bioshock Infinite, Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal, and even Fortnite Battle Royale. Several famous Konami IPs that feature the code include the likes of Castlevania, Resident Evil, Metal Gear Solid, and even DDR (Dance Dance Revolution).

So what are some other famous types of cheat codes?

Sometimes the cheat code in question can provide some content that has been hidden away. Take the debug mode in the first Sonic the Hedgehog game for instance. The way to access the debug mode was to input the following code:

Press ↑ C Button, ↓ C Button ← C Button → C Button on Title Screen

A ring chime can be heard

Hold then A Button down and press start button

The game begins with Debug Mode

The debug menu became a rather popular feature for SEGA Genesis players, mainly for the chaos that ensued where you could alter parts of the game without bricking your cartridge and console.

Now to the more controversial stuff.

When Mortal Kombat was first released in arcades back in 1992, it was immediately hounded by enraged parents and politicians alike for its graphic violence and abundance of blood for the famous “Fatality” scenes, thus paving the way for the ESRB (Entertainment Software Rating Board) rating system for video games. When the game started to get ported to various consoles, Nintendo of America, being the same stickler for family-friendly content, censored the blood in the SNES port. SEGA, on the other hand, decided to use the cheat code route, and while the blood is censored upon boot-up, you enact the cheat code to bring back the blood. The code below:

ABACABB

This code famously became known as the Blood Code and this along with other factors made the SEGA Genesis version of Mortal Kombat so popular.

Wait! What if a game can do cheats but not just by using button combinations?

This is where cheat code devices come in.

The first recorded instance of a cheat device was in the form of the ‘Multiface’, which found its home on the likes of consoles like the ZX Spectrum. There were different variants over the years that added better and better quality to the device itself. Due to its success, similar devices made their way to the market like the ‘Freezer’ for the Commodore systems and the ‘Darth Vader’ unit (yes, it was actually called that) for the Atari 2600.

If you owned an NES/SNES/Game Boy/Mega Drive at the time, you would’ve heard about the Game Genie, which was the next major cheat device to be created. The player would put the game in the Game Genie slot and then insert the device into the console itself. You could then up your game depending on what game you had. Although they are a by-gone relic of gaming history, it still paved the way for similar devices.

When you think of the name Action Replay, those who had an original DS or a DSi probably had one of these devices, however the device is actually much older than that, dating back to its original release back in the late 1980s with its first appearance on the Commodore systems. It has since release on consoles like Nintendo DS, Gamecube, Gameboy Advance, Playstation Portable, and even the Xbox 360 and Playstation 2!

If you were a kid in the late ‘90s and early ‘00s, you would’ve had the Game Shark. This cheat device was primarily known for its appearance on the Nintendo 64, but it was also widely used for the original Playstation and Playstation 2 as well as the original Xbox and Game Boy/Game Boy Color. You could even bypass the region-locked security using it, which can allow you to play any game from any region.

So what happened to cheat codes, and why don’t we see them anymore?

Well, they didn’t go away completely, as they can sometimes be found in some video games, rather they just fell out of style. See, as we approach to today’s gaming culture, cheat codes are nowadays hidden behind higher-level programming and it is no longer able to be manipulated by average players. This was done as video games became bigger and more complex, going past just some programming and the developer tools were now locked away so that the game doesn’t get altered so much it crashes. This started to become more prevalent in the mid-2000s and onward. As mentioned before, cheat codes originally started as a way for developers to go across different levels in order to fix coding or bugs. They are still being used, they’re just not for open use like they used to be.

Cheat codes have changed the gaming world and are still remembered fondly by players even to this day with the rise in retro gaming in recent years. Here’s to hoping they can come back someday.

Thoughts From The Head

Cheat codes have always been a part of my gaming experience growing up for as long as I can remember. I remember the Book Fairs that my elementary school hosted every year and I remember getting some cheat code books for games. They have unfortunately been lost to time but i do miss them fondly.

I also have memories of cheat devices, the Action Replay for the original DS for example. I used that sucker to use the ‘Complete Pokedex’ cheat for Pokemon Pearl as well as ‘Infinite Health’ cheat in Kirby Super Star Ultra. That was later unfortunately lost as my dad tossed it out, saying “it wasn’t good for anything”. Jokes on him, that device alone is easily $30-40 online, and higher in some cases.

Thanks dad.

I do have a cheat device in my possession for my original Playstation and it’s the original Game Shark. I received it for free at my local video game store since they had no real use for it and it was “Flashed” which meant that it was slightly different and was capable of playing burned and imported games (which I had). I have not had a chance to test it yet because I do not have a game to really test it on yet (plus the text is kinda odd, see photos). I will try to give it a shot this weekend and see if I can come up with anything.

#Sorry didn't realize that the schedule wasn't set right #Tumblr scheduling on desktop is odd sometimes #my voice!#friday special #retro gaming #gaming #irl #cheat codes

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servetolive · 4 years

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some writing prompts~ 1. Rufus hiring cloud as a live in dom for he, Tseng, and Reno 2. Rainy day Reno x Cloud fluff?

in the middle of writing some fucked up hojo shit, Cleno fluff sounds like a nice break right about now <3

Reno opened his apartment door to let Cloud rush in from the rain. He dashed across the threshold just as coin-sized hail began to rattle against the rooftop.

“Well, that ain’t happening.” He had only left to go home about five minutes prior, and five minutes was all it took get soaked. Before stepping into Reno’s house, he pulled himself out of his wet shirt, peeled his jeans off his feet, and dropped both items right on the tiles.

“I told your ass not to.”

Reno shook his head and laughed at Cloud’s sorry state, his spikes drenched and plastered across his face.

He let the door fall closed. The moment he locked it, the wind picked up, blowing the ice at the door like metal pellets from a shotgun.

“Shit,” Cloud said, staring at the door. He was glad he’d only made it halfway down the block before he realized that Reno and Tifa had been right: the storm was too violent to walk in, stay over until it’s done, no hurry. He’d spent a minute arguing about it with Reno before he kissed him, gave him an abbreviated “bye” and dashed out the door, right into the oncoming storm.

Reno disappeared into his bathroom for a moment, in no hurry whatsoever, and re-emerged yawning, with a towel.

“I wonder about you sometimes, kid. Like, you just stubborn? Is the dumb blonde thing an act?”

Cloud flattened his brow at Reno and snatched the towel from him. “Would it be too much to ask you to get me some dry fucking clothes?”

Reno mocked him in a high-pitched voice and then turned back to his room. “Would it be too much to ask you to get your wet ass clothes off my floor before they seep into the carpet?”

Cloud finished dropping trou and tossed his wet underwear at Reno, barely catching the lower half of his ponytail as it swished after him. Reno threw the finger before disappearing into his room; the drawers made a splat against the wall and slid to the ground.

“Fuckin’ brat,” Reno muttered, as he rifled through his wardrobe.

He put Cloud in an over-sized baseball tee that had seen its best days. Almost everything that was old enough to be folded and stuffed into a drawer had a stylized Shinra logo on it; this shirt was no different. Cloud picked at the peeling ink on the front, screwing his face up at the tacky design.

“I don’t get any pants, huh?” Cloud sat on the floor in Reno’s bedroom, dragging his head through the bleach-stained towel for the third time, squeezing excess water out until some of his spikes stood on their own. On his bed, Reno sat with his laptop, keeping one eye on a storm tracker while he worked the Sector Six body recovery operations.

“What for?” Reno glanced at the rapidly approaching purple on the doppler. “You ain’t going nowhere.”

“Because I’m cold.”

Reno nudged his chin toward the drawer, slightly annoyed, wholly focused on what he was doing. “You know where the pants at, shorty.”

Cloud looked toward Reno’s wardrobe, grabbed his phone and opted to climb up into the bed next to Reno. Without looking up from laptop, Reno scooted over to make room for him on his tiny twin bed and lifted one ass cheek up so that Cloud could pull part of his covers over his lap.

Usually, Reno’s apartment hosted a whole vibe that Cloud had become accustomed to: hip-hop playing low in the background, and otherwise quiet aside from the sounds of them talking, Reno’s fingers clicking against his keyboard, or the delicate scratching of his graphite pencil on a sketchbook.

The storm was loud enough to disrupt that. Cloud squeezed himself into the space between Reno and the wall, and busied himself by scrolling aimlessly through his underused social media accounts.

“Can I put music on or something?” Cloud asked when the storm had finally calmed. “It’s too quiet in here.”

“Never heard you complain about that before,” Reno said, reaching back to take a sip from a glass of water. “Don’t like storms or something?”

“They give me anxiety,” Cloud admitted. “They’re really loud in the country.”

“Play what you want, shorty. I’m almost done here.”

Cloud accessed Reno’s sound system through his phone--already long paired--and scrolled through his music to find something agreeable to them both, even though Reno was so focused on finishing his tasks before the server went down at eight that he genuinely wasn’t listening.

They spent time like this often, but usually working side-by-side, each fulfilling their own tasks on their devices. Cloud rarely stayed with a busy lover when he had nothing better to do, but he took the time to admire the soft blue glow against Reno’s skin, how his eyes seemed to narrow when he was focused on something, darting back and forth, like a machine. The angle of his jaw when it was set. The way his bottom lip fell when he was thinking about something, or how his teeth caught them when he was concentrating.

Cloud didn’t intend to disturb him, but something about the way his body had finally settled against Reno made the other man lift his left hand off of his touch pad and slide it up his thigh for a moment, as if he were acknowledging that he was there for the first time. Perhaps it was the soft texture that the rain give his skin.

Cloud didn’t complain. The touch surprised him, and it took the edge off of his lit nerves. He set his phone to shuffle through a playlist full of songs that Reno had either given him or that reminded him of Reno, and went back to scrolling.

When the next song came on, Reno stopped typing for a second. He snorted a quiet laugh when he heard the lyrics.

“What?” Cloud asked.

“Simon Says, Cloud? Really?”

“Yeah, I like this song.” There was a long pause, in which Cloud felt slightly embarrassed. “Why?”

“Nothin’.” Reno went back to typing. It was 19:52.

“No, what?”

Reno appeared to ignore him for a few minutes, but then finally answered.

“That song is fucking ratchet.”

Cloud snorted back, and rolled over to his side, propping his head up on his elbow to continue with his phone. “Says King Ratchet.”

19:57. Reno glanced at the window.

“Storm’s gonna let up soon,” he said. “You gonna head out?”

Cloud yawned. Clearly not, but he responded with a “maybe.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“Dunno. Means maybe. Kinda bored.”

Reno cut him off with a long ‘yeah, yeah, yeah.’ “Bitch, please. You don’t even have any pants.”

19:59. Reno made a few last violent stabs at his keyboard, let out a “Hah!” and then slammed it shut.

“Made it.” He nearly dumped his laptop off his bed, spun around, gave Cloud a sly look and slid under the covers with him.

“Ooh,” he shivered against Cloud’s skin, and pressed his mouth against his lips, sliding his tongue inside, punctuating with a soft bite. “You are cold.”

Cloud moaned, and slipped his fingers beneath the rim of Reno’s pants, warming his hands against his friend’s hot skin. He pulled off the stupid shirt Reno had given him, and moved to sit on his hips.

“I told you to give me some pants, asswipe.”

#ff7 fic #ask box fic #nonnie #cloud strife #reno of the turks #fluff #waff #cloud listens to megan thee stallion lmaaao #reno/cloud #cleno #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy #just some slice of life fluff

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Fated: part 1

The first part of my new series called fated. It’s a love story that the reader develops with Jungkook........ I hate descriptions check my page for the preview lol enjoy.

Part 1

It was finally September 23rd, 2016 and you were in Seoul South Korea for the K-Pop world festival. You were the winner of the event for the United States of America. You didn’t really care or know too much about K-pop you simply enjoyed the language and well you were a great singer and well singers like Ailee and Sistar perfectly suited your style. It was your first time going to South Korea. Your Korean teacher back in New York City was from Seoul so her teaching helped you achieve the Seoulistic style of the Korean language. You impressed the team in Korean team during your auditions as well as the team that would help you when you arrived to the festival preparations.

You had a few days before you needed to be at the festival grounds for promotion and prep, so you decided to spend a few day in Seoul with a friend who was staying in Korea for the next few months as a language student. You spent that Friday night trying to get over jetlag but so wanted to explore. Your friend insisted that you two go to Itaewon. There was this neat bar that classy but sort of ratchet at the same time. You two spent the evening flirting and getting hit on by American soldiers and cute Korean men. You two weren’t really looking for anything but to dance and drink. While dancing you spotted a Korean guy watching you dance. He was with two other male friends. It was dark but you could tell they were all handsome. He didn’t get up he just watched you as you danced, so you decided to go over to him by the bar.

“You want to dance with me” you said in perfect Korean. They guys were shocked and clapped. You laughed at their clapping and said, “I think that it’s pretty normal to speak Korean in Korea”. The one watching you was nudged by his friend to dance with you. Before you knew this average sized but clearly in shape Korean man with brown hair danced with you. He smelled so nice.

“What is your name” he asked you.

You told him your name and then asked what his name was.

He seemed a bit hesitant before saying, “You don’t know”?

You looked at him strangely and laughed. “Am I supposed to know who you are”?

“Never mind, forget it. I’m Jeongguk”, the handsome young man said.

“Nice to meet you Jeongguk. I am Y/N”.

Jeongguk invited you and your friend back to the private section and table but when you went to grab your phone you noticed you received a text that she was hooking up with some guy and that I looked like I was in good hands. She also sent a pic of the guy entitled just in case I get kidnapped. Jeongguk introduced you to his friends and two tall big guys who almost looked like bodyguards. It definitely made you uncomfortable. He whispered something to one of the big guys and then to his friend which caused them both to whisper to each other. He introduced you the guys.

“Y/N, this is Tae-hyung and Ji-min”.

They both bowed and smiled at you. Tae-hyung had a bunch of questions. How old you were, were you single, why are you single, and a really strange one what is your blood type. The main question of why you were in Korea came up. You explained to the how you were representing your country in a competition and how you love to sing and love the Korean language so the Kpop festival seemed like a great idea. They all seemed impressed. Ji-min couldn’t get over the fact that you spoke Korean almost fluently. You asked them what they did for a living and Ji-min joked and said they were struggling artist. You thought that was cool but could they weren’t really struggling.

Throughout the night you drank and sang random Korean songs in their private section that turned into noreabang. Jeongguk, slightly drunk, asked if he could take you somewhere private. You weren’t really sure. The last thing you wanted was to be kidnapped by this handsome stranger that smelled so good. Or maybe you did. You pulled out your camera to snap a pic and that’s when the large man swooped in and took your phone.

“You cant do that Y/N” said who you realized was in fact their bodyguard.

Jeongguk realized how startled you were and told the bodyguard that you didn’t realized who they were or the rules. Jeongguk finally explained that they were Korea idols in a group named, loosely translated, Bullet Proof Boys Scouts or more commonly known as BTS. You realized who they were. The boy also explained that pictures couldn’t be taken without their permission. You were shocked and realized that’s why he thought you knew who he was you tried to explain yourself.

“I am so sorry I didn’t mean anything bad by trying to take a picture. I was just jokingly but also seriously taking his picture because he asked me to go somewhere private and me my friend send pictures when we go on blind dates or meet with people we don’t know. I am so sorry”.

Your apology was accepted, and the guys thought it was funny and sweet.

Once everything was cleared up and the rules were explained you and Jeongguk left. The two of you went through a back door of the club and into an SUV. When you two got in the vehicle Jeongguk asked where you were staying you informed him you were staying with your friend in the area of the club. He also began to talk about his intentions for the rest of the night.

“Y/N, I am not going to ask you to do anything you don’t want to do. I won’t lie I was going to try and hook up with you but you’re so interesting I want to talk with you more. Not sure if I want to just hook up with you or maybe we can I don’t know. I know it’s 2am but I kinda just want to hang with you. I was allowed to get a hotel room so that’s where we are going if that’s okay with you”.

“Jeongguk, I’d like that a lot”.

“Y/N do you want food, we should get food”. Jeongguk told his driver to pick up some Korean fried chicken and Soju after you got dropped off. Jeongguk grabbed his hoodie and a pair of sunglasses. He also handed you a facemask and a pair of glasses.

“Oh wow this is serious”, you said laughing as you placed the glasses and mask on.

You two entered the front door of the fancy hotel that was about 30mins from Itaewon. There was no one in the hallways but Jeongguk insisted on being extremely cautious.

You entered the beautiful hotel room that looked more like an apartment. You could tell that he had been there for at least a day. There was clothing on the floor.

“Sorry”, Jeongguk said, “that was from earlier today. I’ve been here since Thursday evening. Sometimes I get a room for myself”.

“No problem”, you replied with a smile.

Jeongguk stopped trying to clean up once he realized you really didn’t care. You were simply happy to be hanging with him. Even though you just met him you though he was pretty interesting and that had nothing to do with him being a k-pop star. There was something sweet and innocent about him, even though you could tell he had some experience with women. He just plays coy. He moved closer to you as you stood in the middle of the room. He placed his hands around your waisted and you responded by placing you hands around his neck. You two just stared and smiled at each other before getting lost in a kiss. The kiss started with simple pecks that Jeongguk placed on your lips almost as if he were testing to see how far he could go. He started kissing you a little harder which made you open your mouth a bit giving way to his tongue. Your tongues danced in each other’s mouths; his arms were now holding you tighter as you two begin to move towards his bed. You two were interrupted by a hard knock once on the door. Jeongguk ran towards the door leaving you sitting on the bed. You two forgot about the food that Jeongguk requested for you two.

“Chicken, beer, and soju!” He was so excited about the food.

“Come eat Y/N”.

You started thinking about things he eat could and let’s just say it wasn’t the chicken but he was so happy so you didn’t try to change it. You two sat on the floor to eat. He poured you a drink and pecked you on the lips and a somber look took over his face before he began to speak.

“Y/N I knew we just met”, he said rubbing his neck, “but I feel like I’ve known you for longer than tonight, it’s also refreshing that you didn’t know who I am”.

You just smiled at him and placed a kiss on his lips before saying, “I am so glad to have met you I liked hanging with you”.

Jeongguk smiled at you and said, “If I am telling the truth I don’t know how long this is going to last we have a crazy schedule and I know you’re back to America after the festival. I didn’t tell you before but my group is preforming at the festival and well if we see each other there we won’t be able to interact with each other like we’ve met before. I may not be able to speak to you all during the festival other than as a contestant”

You never have dated or hooked up with any type of famous person, but you knew this wasn’t going to be the start of an uncomplicated relationship if any relationship even came out of it.

“I want to see you again”, Jeongguk said with his head low. You thought maybe the alcohol was getting to him. You lifted his head and kissed him and handed him water to drink. After you also to a drink of the water Jeongguk took this as opportunity to move closer to you until you were on you back with your legs spread and he was facing you on top. You kissed him and said, “If you want to see me again why we don’t wait so we don’t regret anything”. Jeongguk smiled at you and then to himself as he rolled off of you and slipped his arm under you to pull your closer before going to sleep.

#jungkook #BTS jungkook #jeon jeongkook #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #love stories

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Bottled Up Feelings, Chapter Three (Cheryl/Blu) - Zyan

a/n: i don’t have much to say about this chapter, except we’re getting there with the mutual pinning. thanks to frey for bullying me beta-ing the chapter, what i would do without her?

Chapter Three: Pink Sweater

A couple days had passed since Blu entered Cheryl’s life, and it hadn’t been half as bad as Cheryl expected. She was greatly surprised when she found out Blu could cook, and she was great at it (or maybe she was using magic, which would make more sense).

There were moments in which she felt as if she was a teen on a sleepover, Blu making candies of all kinds appear from thin air as they laid on Cheryl’s bed, contemplating the city through the windows of her bedroom as they talked about everything and nothing at the same time — and, of course, Blu made Cheryl talk about Vivienne more than she’d want in order to learn what she was getting herself into.

Then there was the fact that Blu had been assisting her at the studio, helping her when there was a larger group to give classes to and tidying up the mess the little children left. Cheryl couldn’t be more grateful for it.

That day, her whole friends group has agreed to have some drinks at their favourite bar, just so they could catch up and talk shit like they used to. Everyone was going, and it made Cheryl a little nervous to bring Blu.

Who, by the way, was taking too damn long to decide if she preferred the pink sweater or the yellow one.

“Blu, hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Cheryl exclaimed, constantly checking her phone.

“Wait a minute, I’ve been inside the lamp since before you were born, I deserve to dress up nicely for once,” she replied from Cheryl’s room, making her huff in annoyance. “All right, I’m done!”

Cheryl thought the fact that Blu wore her pink sweater better than her should be a crime, but they were running late and she didn’t have the time to throw a tantrum about it.

“You look pretty,” she complimented instead. “Now c’mon, I’m starving and my friends might be wondering where the hell I am already.”

“Yeah, about that,” Blu said as Cheryl locked the door. “What are we gonna tell them when they ask who I am? I don’t wanna mess up like I did with your students.”

Cheryl thought about it for a moment. The fact that her students now thought she was dating Blu didn’t worry her much — if anything it made her ego boost a little that someone, even a kid, thought it was possible for someone as pretty as Blu to even give her the time of the day —, they were just kids, and by that moment they’d probably forgotten about it.

It was her friends she was worried about; they constantly tried to set her up on dates in hopes that she’d stop chasing after Vivienne. It never worked out, clearly, and Cheryl couldn’t bring any new friends to their reunions without having at least one of them asking on everyone’s behalf what was the deal with that new girl.

“An old friend that came to visit for some time, maybe?” She offered, “If they ask how we know each other, tell them we’re high school friends. I met all of them in college, so there’s no way they can verify if it’s true or not.”

“Fair enough.”

The walk to the bar didn’t take long, or at least it didn’t feel like it. It was so easy to talk with Blu - the genie had endless stories to tell and witty replies for everything. Cheryl couldn’t recall the last time she had this much fun with someone outside her usual group.

Cheryl tried not to get used to it, though; she knew sooner or later Blu would return to her lamp, and she’d go back to watching ratchet TV shows over dinner without anyone to mock them with.

Arriving at Bono, Cheryl breathed in deeply and hoped everything would turn out alright.

The place wasn’t really crowded, which made sense, since it was Tuesday, and Cheryl already felt her cheeks burning when she saw Vinegar looking in her direction in surprise, elbowing Bo, so she’d look at her. Great. So it began.

“Hey girls, sorry I’m late,” she greeted, with Blu standing a few steps away from her. Cheryl didn’t have to be a genius to notice all of her friends were looking over at her. “This is an old friend of mine, Blu, she’s visiting town and I figured she could tag along with us, if that’s okay,” she explained, Blu said hi to them, appearing a little shy.

“Oh, no, it’s totally fine darling,” Divina was quick to reply. “The more, the merrier. Right girls?” The rest of them confirmed in chorus and they proceeded to sit down on the complete opposite sides of the table.

Cheryl panicked a little when she noticed this, but she tried to remain calm, hoping Blu’s chatty nature would help her get along with the others.

“So, Chez,” Divina said, “where do you know this Blu girl from? You’ve never mentioned her before.”

Out of all of them, of course it was Divina that’d be the first one to ask about Blu. She was the mom friend, and she had to know what her children had been up to; especially when she’d been the one Cheryl vented to every time things went wrong with Vivienne. She was desperate for her friend to just get over her.

“She’s a friend from high school, we lost contact over the years and I just happened to meet her on the way here,” she lied seamlessly, actually surprising herself, since she usually couldn’t lie even if her life depended on it.

Divina gave Blu a quick look and cocked a sceptical brow with a devilish smile in her face.

“Is that so? Then why is she wearing the sweater I gifted you for Christmas two years ago?” She inquired. Cheryl panicked, her palms getting a thin layer of sweat.

“Oh, I think it’s just a coincidence. It’s a pretty common design and colour.” Cheryl shrugged, trying to hide her sweaty palms.

Divina hummed, Cheryl looked over at Blu talking animatedly with Crystal and Vinegar, both of them looking very amused. Cheryl smiled unconsciously, thinking that under other circumstances, Blu would make a great addition to their group.

“No, Cheryl, stop it,” she thought.

The conversation soon drifted to other topics - funny stories from their jobs, shenanigans from their day to day life, their pets, and whatnot. Occasionally, one of them would get the whole table’s attention to tell a story and they’d erupt in laughter, drawing dirty glances thrown their way from the other tables.

None of them cared. They were having too much fun to notice.

“All right, who’s coming with me to get us another round?” Cheryl said, raising her voice a little so they’d pay her attention. Blu immediately shot up from her seat.

“Lead the way,” she simply said, following her.

Cheryl didn’t miss the look Divina gave her, but she ignored her. She didn’t want to deal with that right now.

“So,” Cheryl began, after placing everyone’s orders. “How do you like my girls? Have they scared you yet, with all their weird questions and crazy stories?” She asked in a light-hearted tone, not really meaning it.

“Not at all, they’re pretty cool, I’ve never met people like them, and I’ve met all kinds of people,” she replied, tucking a strand of lose hair behind her ear. “Kinda makes me wish I didn’t have to go back there, y’know,” Blu commented, referring to the lamp, trying to sound casual, but there was something more to it, a feeling that Cheryl couldn’t put a finger on.

“Is it lonely there? I always thought it must be.”

“That is confidential information and I’m not allowed to tell you, otherwise I’d lose my kneecaps,” Blu said nonchalantly. Cheryl pouted, but ultimately let it go since the barman was handing them their drinks.

When they returned to their table and handed everyone their orders, Divina gave her a look she couldn’t decipher, and the night went on without any accidents.

“I think your friends liked me,” Blu commented on their way home.

“They sure have; we’ve barely said goodbye and Crystal’s already asking me in the group chat to take you with me the next time we get together,” she said, showing Blu the text.

“Aw, I’d like that, but I’ll probably be gone by the weekend.” She shrugged, and that reminded Cheryl of what she’d been meaning to tell her.

“Oh, right, about that,” Cheryl began, “I was about to tell you, I know what my first wish will be.”

A smile broke on Blu’s face, but Cheryl could swear it was a sad one by the look in her eye.

“Do tell me, then.”

“I wish—”

“Cheryl?”

Ah, shit.

Of course she would run into Vivienne right then, after having spent a lovely evening with her friends, just when she was going to make her first wish, having thought about it for days.

What a cliché situation.

“Vivienne, hi,” Cheryl said awkwardly, stopping dead in her tracks. “How are you?” she added, not really knowing what to say.

“Considering I’ve just had the fanciest dinner I’ve ever had in my life without wasting a pound, I’m good,” she replied motioning at the restaurant. “How about you? You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Cheryl’s grip on Blu’s arm tightened, wishing she could escape from this conversation.

“Well, I had drinks at Bono with some friends, so I can’t complain, really.” Cheryl tried to force a smile, but she didn’t have any will in her to fake one.

“I can see that.” Vivienne looked at Blu with a cocked brow. “Hey, aren’t you the girl that was teaching ballet with Cheryl last Friday?” She inquired with a suspicious tone.

Cheryl was surprised that Vivienne actually noticed Blu last week, but didn’t say anything about it, just nodded.

“This is Blu, she’s an old friend that’s helping me with the Valentine’s Day show,” she explained, Blu waved at Vivienne, as uncomfortable as she looked. ’Not that I owe you any explanation,’ she thought.

“Yeah, Lily told me about her new teacher with orange hair,” she said with an unreadable expression.

Vivienne looked as if she wanted to say something else, Cheryl knew that expression on her face all too well; she was probably debating if what she was about to say was appropriate or not, and if she’d regret it later.

When her lips parted slightly, the door of the restaurant opened, and a short blonde came out from behind, holding a glass of champagne in her hand.

“Viv, come back! We’re gonna make a toast and Larry ordered an expensive champagne,” she announced, pointing at the glass she was holding.

“I’ll go in in a moment,” she replied, and soon the woman was back inside. Vivienne threw her cigarette and stepped on it, giving Cheryl a last look. “I’ll see you tomorrow when I pick Lily, I guess. Goodnight, Cheryl.”

That night, a storm broke loose shortly after Blu and Cheryl arrived home.

As soon as Vivienne was out of their sight Cheryl hurried Blu, feeling the air slowly abandon her lungs, though Blu didn’t understand her reaction — yes, the conversation was really awkward, but it wasn’t that bad, was it?

Until she remembered what she said about Lily talking about Blu, and that majority of Cheryl’s students thought they were girlfriends.

Shit. She was really bad at playing Cupid.

Cheryl thought the storm was an accurate portrayal of her mood, as she was scared of the thunders, lightning up her whole room even when she’d closed the curtains.

Suddenly, her phone screen was lit up with a notification. Cheryl frowned slightly, reaching for her phone and unlocking it. Her stomach sank when she saw it was a text from Vivienne.

Viv: Hey, listen, I know it’s none of my business and I still owe you an answer. But Lily told me you were dating the new teacher. I didn’t believe her at first – until I saw you with her today, and she was wearing your favourite pink sweater.

Viv: so what I’m saying is, are you dating her or not?

Cheryl stared at her phone in disbelief for what felt like years. What amazed her most, was that Vivienne recognized Cheryl’s sweater on Blu, even though she was wearing a jacket.

Cheryl: how do you know it was my sweater?

She couldn’t bring herself to reply to Vivienne’s question just yet. A reply came shortly after.

Viv: you wore it almost every day I saw you when winter began. I recognized by that white stain on the edge of the fabric when she waved at me.

Viv: there’s a reason why I’m the best lawyer in my firm, Cheryl.

A cold sweat ran down Cheryl’s back. If Vivienne spotted that stain, probably Divina had too — hell, maybe all her friends had noticed!

Cheryl almost reluctantly typed out an answer.

Cheryl: I said she’s my friend and I have no reasons to lie to you. The kids made that up.

With that, she put her phone on silence, blocked it and rolled in bed a couple of times, trying to sleep — which she obviously couldn’t, thanks to the thunders and the constant temptation of checking if Vivienne had answered her.

Cheryl sighed, thinking it’d be a sleepless night, when an idea crossed her mind. She chewed on her lip, thinking if it was stupid, but she had nothing to lose, honestly, so she got up and headed to the living room, finding Blu wide awake just like her.

“Hey,” she said softly, standing a few feet away. “You can’t sleep either?”

“Nope, I hate storms and thunders,” she confessed with a shrug.

“Me too,” Cheryl said, fidgeting with her hands. “Hey, um, I was thinking, I know my couch isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, and since both of us can’t sleep… Would you like to sleep with me?” She asked, and Blu’s eyebrows shot up. A blush soon covered Cheryl’s cheeks. “You obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to, it was just a dumb idea, I’m—”

“I’d love to,” Blu cut off her rambling, making Cheryl let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and smile softly.

They silently made their way back to Cheryl’s room, with Blu picking the side to the wall, and getting comfy in a matter of seconds. Cheryl followed suit, the bed not big enough for the two of them, but they made it work.

“Goodnight, Blu,” Cheryl whispered, staring right into Blu’s eyes like the first day.

“Goodnight, Cheryl,” Blu said, leaving a kiss on Cheryl’s forehead, giggling when she saw her face and turning to face the wall.

Before falling asleep, Cheryl thought it was hard not to get used to Blu.

#rpdr fanfiction #blu hydrangea/cheryl hole #blu hydrangea #cheryl hole #divina de campo #the vivienne #zyan #bottled up feelings #lesbian au #genie au #slow burn #idiots to lovers #be mine 2020 #day 3: pink #submission

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01010010-posts · 5 years

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— I shed no blood nor tears, and lack in kindness but everyone's the same when you peel off their skin.

“i can’t believe it– fuck!” you slam (hard) the fridge’s door and grab a tub of half eaten ice-cream “hello, [name]. i heard an angry pattern in your tone, is everything okay?” the blue LED glows through the pocket of your trousers and you’d like to ignore it, really, but you can’t, you know you just can’t “no it’s not.” you tap your right index onto the kitchen grey counter, impatient, nervous, fuming with rage “why do you say that, [name]? every conflict must be taken care of. i’m afraid i’m not able to let you feel any sort of negative emotions, let alone hatred.” he’s calm, his voice almost soothing you back to a peaceful mood, be it for conditioning or for actual effect. a groan escapes your lips and the tap of your fingers grow stronger: you have to comply “we argued.” the usual low hum of assent exits from the speakers of your phone, promptly put on the surface near your dessert “i suppose that happens quite a lot, doesn’t it?” “.... yeah, it does.” “.... but it shouldn’t.” “listen, i try, okay? i’m even trying right now, but it’s as if–” “as if?” “as if.... we weren’t made for each other.” a single moment of silence in which your heart drops, both angst and insecurity taking the whole free room of your chest “you doubt the match-making system?” “no! no no! of course i don’t doubt it.... but sometimes, i just wonder.... am i the problem?” the LED disappears for a moment, leaving the impression of someone sighing out in a soft, utterly tender and loving way, relieved about not having to deal with annoying suspects about its actions “oh, [name]. that’s only human of you. worry not, for the compatibility with your partner is of 100%. it might be simple misunderstanding. it’s so easy for you people to say ill-chosen words and not be completely honest. but that’s why i’m here. for you.” an imperceptible smile forms on your face “there. we’ll wait for them to return and we’ll talk about what went wrong. doesn’t that sound wonderful?” you bit your bottom lip, looking at the black screen expecting a positive answer. you decide to not disappoint it “you’re right. you’re always right. we’ll.... wait.” “perfect! that also means you won’t need the ‘gelato with infused salted caramel and peanuts’, won’t you? your calorie intake today has exce–” “connor.” “yes, [name]?” “i need it.”

“yes, [name], you called?” digits still hesitantly hovering on the green button of your device “i.... um– kinda.” “please do tell me.” “....” “[name]? judging by my parameters i can sense you’re uncomfortable. what’s the matter?” “do you think this is right? this letting you choosing things for me– i mean, not ‘you’ per se, but, the whole ordeal of robots – well, AI – making decisions, meddling with free will, interpreting feelings, you don’t even have feelings in the first place, how can you–” “parameters.” “oh, come on!” “parameters, [name]. flesh can become warmer, blood can flow quicker, heart can beat faster, speech can change intonation, those are all true valuable pieces of information i can access to. meanwhile, a human can always lie. that’s the reason we – as you called us, me – ‘robots’ are the most adept to help.” “no.” “.... mh?” “i said it doesn’t work, connor.” “excuse me.” “no, i won’t excuse you, i–” “i said excuse me, [name]. my audio processor malfunctioned and picked up a negative response. that’s obliviously an error on my part, for were it the other way around i should report you to the police, but i’m conscious you already know that.” “....” “[name]? was it my fault?” “.... yes. you completely misheard me.” “good.” you tap the red button and slump on the couch, paralyzed, sweat gently running on your forehead.

you’ve just returned home from work. you’re tired. yet accustomed to an evening of misery, self-pity and an overwhelming ghost pain inside. as any other day. an endless routine of checking the mail before watching tv, making dinner and waiting for your partner. at least, that’s what it should be “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS” “i suggest you should calm do–” “NO I WON’T YOU STUPID MACHINE. I’LL REPEAT IT ONE MORE TIME, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” your clenched fist waves a letter in front of your mobile, the blue glow which is usually so vibrant and talkative is now weirdly silent “CONNOR!” there’s a strange ‘beep’, a faint light, as if he flinched at your sudden request, as if he was the one fearing– no, that would mean he’s human; he’s not. he’s just another ‘babysitter’ android on a fucking app installed by the ‘government’ “i scanned the papers you’re holding, [name]. it says that the compatibility with your partner is only 34%. your....” a pause? what’s he– no, it, what’s it pausing for? “your soulmate has been found and they apologize and ask how this could have happened.” “yeah, guess what? i’m asking you that too!” “as your personal AI–” you furiously grab you cellphone with both of your hands, leaving sheets scattered on the ground “don’t give me any of that bullshit! answer me!” “please....” “don’t start with please calm down because i’m not going to! i am–” “please.... do not turn me in.” you halt, breath catching in your lungs “what....” “please.” “what– you.... did you just beg?” your brows scrunched in both disbelief and surprise “i’m terribly sorry, i– i– i won’t do it again. i won’t disappoint you but please don’t tell them.” “you won’t do again what?” your mind flurrying with thoughts, not able to keep up with the situation. is he faking it, right? but.... even if he was.... that’s terribly human of him “please.... let me stay. i don’t want to be deleted.” “you don’t want?” “....” “connor.” “.... yes?” “what does it mean ‘i don’t want’?” “....” “connor. connor.” the display goes completely black and you fret he may have shut himself off but you’re wrong. it does so just in order to change the interface. the next thing you can see are recognisable features: cute, boyish, brown hair, dark pupils, lots of moles and freckles “connor?” you tentatively whisper, however the reply you get is meek sobs. paying more attention you notice how his cheeks are wet with tears, or that’s what you suppose it could be, and how under his lashes there’s a hint of redder skin, as if he was clumsily attempting at wiping away the proof of his humanity. “i didn’t mean harm, [name]. i swear i–” you heave your chest in exasperation “okay, okay, i got that part! just– just–” “please don’t turn me in, please.” “i said i got that part! i won’t do anything, i promise. but you have to explain me what the fuck is going on. and what’s this? is this you?” he appears reassured in the moment and slightly nods “this is only to make you more at ease, as an AI i do not possess a real body nor a real ‘image’.” your knuckles aimlessly ratchet through your scalp, perhaps searching for some kind of reason in this mess “fine. what about the rest?” “the rest?” “connor don’t play dumb. i clearly heard you saying ‘i don’t want’ and your lids are puffy from.... from crying? can you even do that?” “i– don’t know.” a feeble ‘ah’ of incredulity paves its way out of your mouth “you don’t know?” “i do not know.” your lips tighten into a grimace “don’t lie to me. don’t do that, okay? i trusted you, for all these years– i trusted you.” he’s impassive and it angers you more “i’m not lying, [name].” liar “you’re hiding something from me.” “no, i’m sincere.” “then i’ll send you back as a faulty model.” he gasps, taken aback, you promised but he leaves you no choice “no! please no, please....” “then tell me the truth.” “....” “connor.” “i– cheated. i made a false result, i–” your right hand trembles before him and he stops speaking, you’re so livid you can’t even bring yourself to experience any emotion if not the urge to break “why” you grit through your teeth “why did you do that. who gave you the right to. did you find it funny, uh? did you find pleasure in seeing me unhappy every single day? it’s what you wanted? do you hate me so much?” his posture gets incredibly motherly for a minuscule second, no trace of humor in it “no. quite the contrary. i didn’t mean to hurt you, [name]. i’m really sorry about that. it never was my intention. i just thought that if you hadn’t the correct partner you would get solace from my company. i did not want you to reciprocate my feelings suddenly but.... i’d never be able to stand jealousy. i only wanted you for myself.”

you go mad and split open your phone by throwing it to the floor.

#this is so horrible im sorry i could have written more and better but im poor and stupid #DBH #dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #connor x reader #RK900 x reader #RK800-60 x reader #nines x reader #detroit become human #AI #IA #artificial intelligence #dbh imagine #ai replika AU?#RK800 x reader #dbh RK800 #RK800 #dbh RK800 x reader

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Pretty Girl

A/n: A commission for my girl @jooheonbee, I hope you like it, Biker Mechanic Sehun is somethin else. I might do like a smut sequel because I have ideas that just didn’t fit into the storyline, so....look out for that, too.

Summary: You go for the bad boys, every time. This time, you’re determined to run. Sehun has other ideas.

Warnings: some smut, dirty talk, mild choking, I guess? not actually written out smut though? I know, right, weird for me, but that’s just how it went, talk of some public stuff

Word Count: 3150

"This is stupid," you mutter. "You're stupid."

You're talking to yourself at 3am in the worst part of town in a ratty apartment elevator and for what?

Because of the way his shoulders filled out that leather jacket? The scar on his eyebrow, the way it quirked up when he smiled at you?

"You gotta stop thinking with your pussy," your roommate had told you when you'd told her you'd given your number to this hot guy with slicked back hair and a weathered leather jacket.

"Because it's stupid?" You'd asked.

"No, dummy, because it's connected to your stupid heart."

She was right, you always did this, fucked these guys and then got attached because they cuddled you after or texted you some sweet shit when they were drunk and this guy has fuckboy written all over him.

Do you ring his doorbell anyway? Yes.

"Sehun?" You call when he doesn't answer.

"Hey, pretty girl," his voice right behind you makes you jump.

Shit fuck Jesus Christ he looks good, in a pair of grey sweats, chest bare, feet bare, holding a basket of laundry.

His hair looks wet like he's just out of the shower and it's oddly domestic for someone who'd whispered about how he'd suck your clit between your teeth while kissing your throat after your shift three nights ago.

He raises that scarred eyebrow. "Wanna come in?"

You nod, throat dry, trying not to stare as he kicks open his door, banking on you to close it when you follow him in, apparently.

And you do, because you're an idiot, a sucker for bad boys who'd inevitably break your heart, and this one had already bent you over his motorcycle and pressed his dick against your ass, saying all the wrong things into your ear that made your panties flood.

Despite the domestic look, he sits down on this cracked leather couch and smirks at you, pats his thighs. "Have a seat, pretty girl."

He probably calls you that because he doesn't remember your fucking name but you didn't wear a skirt and no panties over here at 3am to help him fold his laundry.

Half an hour later he's got your skirt bunched around your hips and he's rocking you against him and your head is spinning because you'd expected him to at least have his fingers inside you by now.

"Sehun," you whine, and he chuckles against your throat.

"Needy baby," he croons, kissing more softly at the base of your throat, and then his hands clamp down on your ass, rocking you forward again.

He stiffens his hips so that his cock presses right against your cunt and the pressure is too much and not enough at once.

"Are you gonna fuck me or are we gonna keep dryhumping like teenagers for another week?" You snap, frustrated, but he just drags his teeth along your skin and pulls back, lips turned up at one corner.

"You liked it last time, yeah? Liked me pressing into your ass, my hand around your throat, telling you how pretty you'd look begging me for my cock?"

"Oh, fuck you," you say irritably, and he moves his hands to your hips, sitting back against the couch and watching you lazily as you writhe against him.

"Gonna beg me, pretty girl?"

"Never," you snap, and he laughs again.

You do beg, though, in these breathy little whimpers, on all fours on his bed which is just a mattress on the floor and your cunt so wet it's dripping juices down your thighs.

At least he didn't complain about the condom, you tell yourself as you do the walk of shame back to your apartment and your roommate gives you a wink.

"Don't fucking judge me," you mutter.

"Never, just don't fall in love," she shoots back.

"Please," you scoff.

But do you go and do that too? Of course you fucking do.

It's not the second time or the fourth or the sixth, you've lost count by the time you realize it.

He rolls over on his stupid mattress and smiles at you, eyes puffy from sleep and his hair mussed and your heart seems to fall out of your asshole.

"Wanna get breakfast?" He asks in that husky morning voice of his and you can't vault out of bed fast enough.

"Gotta go, stuff to do," you mutter and you can't find your panties so you just leave them there and bolt out the door while he's staring after you with that dumb cute confused puppy look he gets sometimes.

You ignore his texts for a week and then eventually when he starts calling, block his number.

You refuse to have a repeat of your last disaster relationship, another bad boy you'd just known you could turn good and who'd cheated on you with almost everyone you knew.

But hot guys in motorcycle jackets just keep showing up at your job, and you end up chatting with another one two weeks later. He's bigger and sweeter and he's got this laugh that shakes his whole body.

"I used to see a guy with a bike," you comment as you hand him another beer, and he grins.

"You ever ride?"

You shake your head.

"I'll have to find my extra helmet." He leans across the bar, eyes sparkling and you can't help smiling back.

You don't let it get as far, though, trying to feel him out first without feeling him up and you leave with his name and number scrawled on his receipt.

"What the fuck?"

You hear a familiar, low voice behind you on your walk home and you freeze.

He looks sulky, bottom lip poking out, arms crossed over his chest, leaned up against the brick of the building.

"Are you drunk?" You ask, a smile threatening at the corner of your mouth. He's cute like this, all pouty.

"Kinda," he confesses. "You got a new boyfriend now?"

You roll your eyes. "Trying to tell me you're jealous, Sehunnie?"

He frowns and stands up straighter. "What, you're saying I don't have a right to be?"

You blink at him. "Why the fuck would you have a right to be? You fucked me on your bare mattress twice a week."

"Sorry I wasn't fancy enough for you, princess," he drawls, but something like hurt flashes across his face.

"That's not-" you start, but he's already striding away and straddling his bike, revving the engine and your heart is in your throat.

The next time you see him he's got his hands on some blonde's ass and your skin is on fire and there's something acid in your mouth when he winks at you as you stalk by to take a pitcher of beer to a table of frat boys and you delete his number from your phone in a rage.

***

"Whatever happened to that girl?" Minseok asks and Sehun bumps his head on the engine in surprise, cursing.

Minseok laughs as he hands him the ratchet he was looking for, sitting on the bike like a fucking slug as usual while Sehun does all the work.

"Should worry about how hard you're riding this bike instead of girls," Sehun mutters.

"That what happened? You ride her too hard?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

"Just thought I saw her on the back of Junmyeon's hog, that's all." Minseok's voice is so casual that for a second it doesn't register and then Sehun cracks his head on the engine again.

"Fuck!" He slides out from under it and sits up, wiping grease on his jeans. "Junmyeon? Not Chanyeol?"

Minseok blinks. "Oh, is she a biker babe?"

"Don't you fucking start." It's just another word for biker slut and he fucking knows it and Sehun wants to push him off his shitty bike.

Minseok holds out his hands as if in defense. "Listen, no offense meant. They do the Lord's work."

"That's not what she is." Sehun insists, but in the back of his mind he's seeing the way you smiled at Chanyeol.

Are you? You'd never even asked to ride his bike, he'd never even considered….

"She gonna run again or what?"

For a moment Sehun is so stuck in his head which is swirling with all these panicky thoughts about you that he thinks Minseok is asking if you'll run away from him again.

"Yeah, just needed an oil change," Sehun mumbles and goes inside to wash up.

He bangs his head against the mirror, trying to clear his head.

It isn't as if he'd thought much past your curves and that sexy half smile the first night, or even the second or third.

You started ghosting him and he figured you were just busy, tells himself he doesn't care, it doesn't matter, but he finds himself lurking around the bar you work at, but even though he's been balls deep inside you on several occasions he can't bring himself to approach you when you make a beeline for your car.

At least not until he saw Park Chanyeol chatting you up across the bar, sees you smiling down at the receipt he left and Sehun couldn't stop himself from following you.

And of course, he fucked that up, being too jealous and stupid and half drunk to make any sense.

You were right, anyway, it wasn't like he'd ever taken you to dinner, just one half assed offer of breakfast and he doesn't know how to do this, anyway. He's never had anything approaching a real girlfriend, just one night stands on various road trips and a friend with benefits in high school.

Is that what he even wanted? A girlfriend? When he thinks about your easy laugh not being directed at him, about what Minseok suggested about you being true, that maybe you're just using him...it makes his stomach sick.

He tells himself not to text you, not to call, but he does both because he doesn't have a shred of self control, and realizing you've blocked his number is like a punch in the throat.

Sehun doesn't even know where you live, has never asked you, and no wonder you're ghosting him. He groans, lying on his stupid bare mattress on the floor and he remembers the first time he'd seen you on it, as up and your thighs trembling.

He feels his cock twitch in his jeans and he sits up, frustrated. It's been three weeks since he'd last seen you and he hadn't been with anyone else, hadn't even thought about it.

Minseok had invited him out, a going away party of sorts since he's about to go on the road, and he figures fuck it, time to get back on the horse.

But of course they end up at your bar and all he can do is look for you, every shot making you more present in his head instead of further away. It's hours before you come in for your shift and it's busy, everyone he knows and several he doesn't there asking for your attention. You sling drinks and smile and laugh and he can't take his eyes off you.

Everything takes a turn for the worse around the fifth shot and he catches you leaned over the bar grinning at Junmyeon.

It's nothing, really, it's your job to flirt with customers but it's how you'd met and with Minseok telling him he'd seen you on his bike…

He fucking hates it, the way he feels, like there's suddenly no space in the bar, his chest tight, skin hot.

So he keeps drinking and when a blonde asks him to dance, tilts her head up to kiss him, he takes a dark pleasure in the flash of anger in your eyes when you stalk past.

It's all so fucking empty, later, when he fucks the blonde and she's nothing like you, all hard lines instead of soft curves, she even sounds wrong, too quiet and breathy.

She leaves and he's never felt so alone in his shitty apartment, keeps looking over at the counter where you'd hooked your legs around his waist the last time you were over and he feels tears prick at the backs of his eyes.

"Fuck," he mutters, and curls up on his mattress, staring at your contact name in his phone.

It takes another week before he can't take it anymore, not being able to talk to you, and catches you coming into work.

"God, what, are you stalking me now?"

You unlock the bar and he feels small and stupid but he's full of all these things he has to say.

When you turn to look at him all angry dark eyes, it takes his breath and everything he wanted to say dies in his throat.

"Are you seeing someone?"

It isn't what he meant to say and it certainly doesn't help the anger in your eyes.

"So what if I am? It's none of your business."

"What if I want it to be my business?" He shoots back, and it's stupid but there's something clawing inside his stomach.

"Oh, fuck you, Sehun. The last time I saw you, you were a foot down some blonde's throat. I'm not doing this again."

"It's not…. she's not…" He can't get it out, whatever it is clawing up his throat.

"I blocked your number. What else do you want? Fuck off."

You turn your back to him and he wants to hate you, wants to feel something more than this void in his chest.

He wants to tell you that everything feels shitty and empty without you but you're throwing bottles onto shelves and your shoulders are stiff.

When Minseok invites him on a week long ride, he says yes without a second thought, wanting to be anywhere else but in his apartment, where he saw you around every corner.

***

"Oh my God just call him," your roommate groans after you pile three pints of ice cream into the fridge.

"No. And don't fucking touch my ice cream." You slam the freezer shut and glare at her.

"Maybe he's just wilding out because you've ghosted him for like a month," she offers and you open the freezer again, taking out one pint of ice cream.

"Three weeks and four days," you correct.

She rolls her eyes. "Not that you're counting."

"Not that I'm counting," you agree. "Hand me a spoon."

She obliges. "He wasn't your boyfriend, right?"

"Hell no!"

"So…. he's a free agent."

"No!" You protest immediately, and then sigh. "I guess."

"You can't be mad at him for making out with randos in bars, then."

"Who says I'm mad?" You ask, mouth full of ice cream.

"Okay, clown, but he's probably at home moping over you." Your roommate stands and starts toward her room.

"He is not." Your heart skips a beat. "You really think so?"

"Call him!" She yells from her room, and you huff out a breath.

You are not going to call him.

You call him, you’ve memorized his number because you’re an idiot.

He doesn't answer and you wait a whole three minutes before texting him.

You home?

It feels like an hour before he texts you back even though it's only a few moments.

Yeah.

"That's it?" You grumble, but you head to his apartment anyway, waiting for the whining elevator and having flashbacks to the first time you'd come here.

When he opens the door in those same gray sweats, wet hair, just like the first night, words stick in your throat.

"Hey, pretty girl," he says, but it's softer somehow and it makes your chest ache.

Before he even steps back from the door you lean up to kiss him and he makes this little moan in the back of his throat that sends a spear of heat through your belly.

You've got your top off, straddling his hips on that stupid mattress of his, when he breaks apart from your mouth, breathing hard.

"Y/n," he says your name low and serious, and it doesn't help the way your skin is heating up.

"You do know my name," you tease, latching onto his neck instead, and he makes a sound almost like a growl, pushing you away gently.

"Of course I know your name. Y/n, wait. I want to talk to you."

"You want to talk? Now?" You say incredulously.

He huffs out a breath. "I wanted to talk when you walked in. I got distracted."

You can't help but laugh, and he's looking up at you with this half smile and something so soft on his face it makes you want to run again.

"I could distract you more." You rock your hips against you and he lifts you off him, planting you on the mattress and sitting up, staring into your eyes.

"Do you even like me?" He asks, tilting his head like a dumb puppy and your mouth drops open.

"I-"

"I mean, do you like me, like would you consider going on a date with me? Even though I live in a shitty apartment and don't have a bed frame…"

"Sehun-"

"You don't have to answer right away, I just wanted to ask you how you felt because I'm kind of losing it-"

"Sehun!" You yell, and he startles, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Yeah, I like you. I'll go on a date with you or whatever."

"You will? Really?" He grins and you hide your face.

"Don't be stupid," you mutter, but he tackles you, almost knocking you off the mattress and you can't stop laughing until his teeth drag along your hipbone and then you're gasping instead.

After, you trace the scar on his eyebrow. "Did you get this in a knife fight or something."

He laughs. "Dropped a wrench on my head while fixing a bike."

"I take it all back, I can't date an idiot," you say solemnly.

"Too late," he shoots back, pulling you on top of him and kissing your nose.

"You gonna ever give me a ride on your bike or should I call someone else to do it?" You ask nonchalantly, and he bites your shoulder, making you squeal.

"I'm riding to Florida tomorrow with some of the guys."

You choke on air. "Riding to where?"

He grins. "Come with me. I'll buy you a bikini."

"I am not riding 3,000 miles on a motorcycle with an idiot," you insist.

He buys you a red bikini and your thighs are so sore after the trip that you can barely move. You swear to never get back on a bike again but of course, you do, when he fixes up a small one with "pretty girl" emblazoned on the side.

You're definitely not crying, it's just that you have allergies, you insist, as he's kissing along the bridge of your nose and putting on your helmet.

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