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writergod0 · 2 years

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sea of monsters | Act Ⅰ, Scene Ⅰ

Ao3

Category: M/F

Pairing: Jimmy Bae/ Reader/ Jack Kang

Tags: #Alternate Universe - Pirate, #Enemies to Friends to Lovers, #Slow Burn, #Infrequent Updates, #Immortality, #Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Words: 3,209

Current TW: Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Summary:

“Do it yourself.”

The Grand Dukedom commands it.

The only way they could carry the burden their name entails. An encumbrance of chains digging into your every bone with the duty you’re obliged to pay. The privilege of being born in such a family requires a heavy cost.

A filthy and damning truth.

Now, you pay for having its name; glaring at the smuggest smirk you’ve ever seen in your entire life. A man wearing an expression of arrogance that rivals the ones of your elders and all those damn intolerable fucks in the capital. With his blue eyes shining in amusement, the captain leaned against the mast of his ship, lips curled up in a prideful sneer at the sight of you tied up and thrown to his feet.

The Devil Jimmy Bae.

or Jimmy Bae is a pirate, and you're his captive.

Act Ⅰ: The Beginning

Scene Ⅰ: The Devil of a Captain, Jimmy Bae

The world is a massive place. With ever expanding, unexplored lands and seas. All stretching far filled with a variety of people; cultures from all over holding beliefs and customs both different and the same. And at the pinnacle of such a place, the guiding center of the world, stands the kingdom born under the sun. The ones who care for such lands; bringing prosperity would be the royal family and the loyal noble families.

Those who stand at the very top of the world.

And one of these greatest families, is a family made of geniuses comparable to monsters.

They live by an old dictum.

A saying that any blood of this noble family learns even before they could walk. Even a bastard blood like yourself learned before the time you knew the color of the sky.

“Do it yourself.”

The Grand Dukedom commands it.

A filthy and damning truth.

The Devil Jimmy Bae.

Dressed in money, or so you would say, because even the noble outfits in the capital don't hold a candle to the standards this man has set. A handsome man, a black velvet coat with gold linings and buttons reaching to his boots, with an equally black in color vest. Underneath that, is a silken and baggy white shirt with lace, even embroidery, while wearing a red slash, a dark and deep type of red that causes ice in your veins, around his waist along with several other gold accessories and chains.

To top it all off, is of course, the captain’s hat.

Dramatic and showy.

And Jimmy’s a man of wicked countenance that never heard of the idea of mercy; cold, ruthless in all his deeds; depraved of all niceties and vile to the core.

The captain.

The charge of a crew of monsters, on the best ship in the seas cruelly named Infamy, rightfully so considering the name and deeds that follow them around like ghosts.

Your dear old family warned you about them, surprising you with the amount of love they showed in doing so, and stressed that all the stories you hear about them were probably selling the truth short. The next thing you heard from them was the order to execute Jimmy Bae or be executed for treason.

“My, my, dear little princess,” Jimmy sneers out the title, grabbing you by the hair as he throws you across the deck. It hurts, your back aches and you probably can’t stand straight anymore, but you’re grinning up at the devil in a show of fuck you, you fucking bitch. “I must say you cause much more problems than I thought you would.”

Your lips curl wider at the words, eyes trailing to the several other crew members you slain when you were being captured, and your smirk widens at the sight of Jimmy Bae’s first mate holding a rag to his bloody nose. You’re even the picture perfect example of a prisoner as you blow your captor a kiss, then your feral grin returns.

“I suppose pirates such as yourself would often have trouble fighting little girls. ”

Jimmy pauses, then chuckles until he’s laughing out loud and leading the rest of his crew to follow suit. Even the ever so notoriously apathetic Jack Kang chuckles slightly with a smirk.

You cock your head slightly, playing along with mockery in all the words you spit out, “Oh, wow, I’m amazed! Truly, who would have thought that the fabled Jimmy Bae and his crew laughs together as a method to hide their own damn insecurities—”

The words don’t finish, and you feel the crack of your jaw before seeing the kick. Tasting blood.

Jimmy Bae towers above, leg raised high. “Yo, learn to shut the fuck up. Yeah, little princess?”

Before slamming his boot against your stomach.

You gasp and taste the iron in your mouth, thinking you might throw up if you weren’t already coughing up blood. But no, you're withering on the ground in pain while contemplating how you ended up there in the first place.

Do it yourself, the dukedom says when they send you off alone with a crew already sentenced to die; to fight the most notorious and dangerous rulers of the seas. Sending you off to die with honor and pride because you’re the bastard blood who was born to never be good enough.

Estella Mariejois De Lengridz.

The name your biological grandmother gave you when you entered the Duchy. Forcibly, after the death of your guardians. Stripping you of the name both your parents gave you. A family exiled from their home because they believed the dukedom’s name paid too heavy a price.

Now, you’ll be dying. So, none of it really matters.

“Don’t.” You rasp out, clutching onto your stomach and vision blurring while glaring at the pirate, “Call me a fucking princess.”

He tilts his head up, a show of his superiority and grins. “Why not? Miss Estella bitch-ass fucker, the fourth princessof that famous dukedom with the crappiest name that’s too long to remember?”

You try to rise to the bait, snarl and shout out profanities, but all that comes out are splutters of blood. You were never meant to be a princess, for long names and nobility. When you try to speak, nothing comes out, and your smile is gone.

He watches, amused.

Jack leans in over to the other, who watches with growing interest, like a hunter watching his prey struggle helplessly in his trap, and not at all bothered with your outburst. The first mate whispers something through his bloodied rags, face remaining neutral as he side eyed you, and earning a loud laugh from Jimmy.

“... Huh. Jack, I think you might have a point.” He says, the tiniest amount of ridicule in his voice, while putting his hand on his chin to think.

“It’s common for an illegitimate bastard’s name to change when they enter a noble family… so maybe that fuckery of a name isn’t really yours. And, well—” Jimmy’s grin is vicious, “I heard the rumors about you, you know? Who hasn’t heard of the princess meant to die by my hands? All the seas are talking about you, and I thought that it was all just mere fucking gossip! There’s no way they’ll go as far as to send someone of noble blood to die horribly at the hands of some pirates such as us, right?”

A pause.

“I guess not.”

There’s probably something in your expression that gave it all away, leading every bastard on the ship to laughter. The captain pats your head just to enjoy your helplessness, and then he rests his hand on your head, crouching down to get a good look at your face. His smirk never leaves his face as watches you.

The crew you sailed with for the past year had left you at the mercy of Jimmy Bae, anyone else who didn’t run was dead. Something you know he finds incredibly amusing.

“Aw, I wouldn’t worry much about the ones that abandoned you. We’ll catch up to them in less than an hour and they’ll get what’s coming for them. After all, I can't let a bunch of cowardly bastards off after making a mess of things… And if there’s one thing I hate more than idiots who think they could kill me—”

He tightens his grip on your hair.

“—are fools that run away after trying. I have a reputation to keep, you know?”

You let out a short snort, and you could barely breathe through the pain, earning a slight raise in the brow from the other. The edges of your vision blurs black, and you could barely keep your eyes open. Blood loss?

“Fuck you.” You say through bloodied breaths.

…

“You’re a funny one, princess.” Jimmy Bae says, letting go of your hair to fall face first onto the wooden deck.

A short pause, there’s no sound from anyone else besides your ragged breathing and the stronger winds blowing by, you could hear the rustling of a gun being pulled out of a holster, then cold metal pressing against the back of your skull.

Oh.

“And I’ll bite,” His voice so earnestly interested, as if he’s not going to be taking your life in the next second, “I’m curious to know, because I know that bitch-ass blue blooded name isn’t yours. What is your name if not the one given by the duchy?”

A pause. You say nothing.

Jimmy raises his brow.

Then the next moment you’re screaming from the pain of your leg being shot twice. When you roll over, the smile on Jimmy’s face is gone, he’s nearly expressionless now, if not for the slight raise of his brow. He clicks his tongue, as if you’re just a naughty child acting out—

“Haven’t you heard the stories about me?” The captain says, and does nothing else but waits.

So you say your name. It tastes foreign on your tongue to say it after using another name forced upon you for so long; it’s nothing like the name the dukedom had given you.

You do not allow yourself to cry.

…

“Is that so?”

Jimmy puts the gun away; it’s replaced by a warm hand dragging you harshly by the chin to look up at him. He cracks a smile, almost comforting, but all the while amused at the situation that it makes your skin crawl.

“It’s certainly better than that long ass name at least.” His grin is lazy, eyeing the chains that bind you.

Jack Kang leans over with a certain type of tamed fascination in his eyes, watching and watching; it’s like there’s some type of silent agreement between the captain and first mate, that makes them look at you the way they do. Then the expression is muted, before addressing his captain.

Fuck, you just want to stab them.

It’s hard to tell what Jack whispers; the dizziness and blurry vision makes you want to retch. Nausea fills your head with cotton, you can’t feel your body, and you don’t know if it’s from the blood loss or the chains wrapping around your entire body all too tightly.

You can’t keep up with the conversation now, but it’s probably something amusing from that tell-all grin on Jimmy’s face. He’s speaking over you, watching and expecting a reaction, still holding you by the chin, but you can’t give it. The captain frowns slightly, before standing and dragging you up by the face.

Tapping you with the tip of his boot.

Or maybe kicking your shins.

Fuck. You’re tired.

The princess fucking died.

Plopping face-first back onto the bloodied floor when he lets you go, with no reaction to what he just said, no reaction to his taunt. Almost insulting, really, if you had just ignored him and decided to slam your face on the ground.

Jack raises his brow, tucking his bloodied rags into his pocket. Which is still hilarious, that some girl was able to break his first mate’s nose while running around his ship like some damn feral animal. His first mate leans down, checking for a pulse, “Captain, she just passed out.”

Jimmy hums, lips curling up at the news. It would have been a real damn shame had you actually died, and really careless on his part. As the years pass him by, he seems to be losing the ability to tell when a person is mortally wounded; they lost too much potential due to that fact.

“I’ll go get her treated in the medbay.”

Jimmy grins. Jack knows him well.

“Wha—” Sputters out lackey #19, Hugo, Jimmy has to remind himself. One of their newest members, kind of smart, who always seems to disappear whenever he’s around. Hugo stares wide-eyed while having trouble attaching back the two legs you severed back on— “But Captain! That bitch’s part of the fucking dukedom! We should hang her fucking head after stripping her of all her valuables for all to see then ransom her corpse to those bastards in the capital! She made us out as fucking fools! ”

Irritating.

“Oh? And who’s fucking fault is it for dying in the first place, you shits?! We’re lifetimes more experienced than her and you fucking die?! She’s a better fighter than you lot, fucking dipshits! And aren’t you a real fucking idiot?!” It wasn’t a question, and Jimmy’s spiteful enough to kick away Hugo’s severed legs with a glare. “We all know that the dukedom doesn’t give a crap about her and that she was sent to us to fucking die—”

“And she did so like a dog.” Some idiot mutters, and fuck it all, these idiots just don’t get it. He and Jack are the only smart people out on deck, and it’s so fucking annoying.

“YOU’RE THE FUCKS THAT ENDED UP KILLED BY HER!”

The ones you slain during your frenzy all flinch, the matter settled in an instant, and Jimmy smirks at them all the while they crawl through the guts and blood to get their severed body parts and attach it back.

A part of him wonders if you noticed the crew coming back, and instantly his good mood is back at the thought of you as he waves off Hugo with slight distaste. The curse placed on his crew had saved those sorry losers’ asses once again, maybe you hadn’t noticed, maybe too focused trying to kill everyone to even care. Then later too focused on him (heh) to notice.

He looks to the side, a decapitated head stuck onto one of the harpoons—

“Shit, Steve Ham?! You’re supposed to be one of the senior crew members, I expected this crap from the others but you?!”

—The decapitated head had the decency to look ashamed.

Fuck, this was embarrassing for him and his reputation. Even Jack got his nose broken because he underestimated you, Jimmy pauses at that thought, and snorts.

His first mate got his nose broken because he was too busy ogling the princess as you cut through the crew members as if they were butter.

Jimmy knows you looked like the devil incarnation as you killed through most of his crew, but he had his head screwed on right to know that he should appreciate your beauty when you’re not fucking trying to stab them.

He looks back down on you, wrapped in chains and covered in filth and grime and being carried off into the medbay. So full of spite when you boarded his ship and demanded he turn himself in to the authorities, and then proceeded to try and stab him without even hearing an answer. Still staying even when your crew had abandoned you when they turned the tables. Maybe the crew noticed how they were fighting things that simply cannot die.

And oh how lovely it was for you to glare up at him when he has you tied down and at his feet.

To think that Dukedom would try to use him to get rid of you.

Well, he smirks as those cowardly sack of shits once called your crew come in sight, it’s been decades since before he knew that the dukedom always was a place filled with fucking assholes. Even the name they gave you sounded assholish and narcissistic.

Your other name though, so much better.

He grabs Steve Ham’s decapitated head, who’s currently pleading when he realizes what Jimmy plans to do, and grins widely at the ship paddling and sailing desperately away from them. Jimmy hums, aims and then kicks the head over to the ship.

“Yo, Jack, should we kill them or capture them?”

Jack tilts his head, twirling the sword he lifted from you in his hands, “I mean, it would be kind of interesting to see the princess’s reaction to seeing the crew that abandoned her when she wakes.”

“And?”

His first mate grins, “We could get information about the princess.”

Jimmy claps his hands together, his eyes scanning the idiots that got themselves killed and beginning to come back to life.

He smirks, “You heard him, you shits! And for those fuckers who got themselves killed, you have a chance of redeeming themselves! If you capture at least two members yourself from that pathetic ass crew by the time I decide that you shits are taking too long, I’ll let you off with a light punishment for getting yourself killed.”

The crew cheers.

“If one of you doesn't get at least one alive or kill somebody by accident, then I’m going to nail sponges onto your tongues and have you clean this bloody deck with that. Capeesh?”

Jimmy smirks wider at their reactions, all standing straighter and saluting— ‘Yes sir!’ As they all grab onto some dinghies to get a head start instead of waiting for the Infamy to reach the ship. One of the idiots even accidentally tripping on their own severed toe.

“... Hey,” Jimmy says to his first mate, looking back at you, barely breathing and being dragged, “What do you think of our little princess?”

Jack looks to the side, scanning their new mess of their ship; broken as if a storm had passed them through. Well, technically it was a bloody massacre. In his hands is your sword, bare with nothing that stands out besides its sharpness, almost stained red.

“I like her.”

Charming was a word for it, when he first saw you kill everyone on his crew without much thought. Breaking though your limits and just focusing all your attention on him and Jack to slay, and no one could stand in your way. Not even the crew that left you to die deterred you much from giving up. And if Jimmy was a believer in god, then he would have thought you were an angel sent there to kill him for all his deeds. (Or the devil’s incarnation, both of which were pretty hot by his standards.)

You fought them for an entire day before he could get you to tire out.

Jimmy nods and hums, smirking as he makes his way to the medbay. Rolling the dukedom’s token he stole from your pocket in his hand, and stepping over some sorry lad’s severed hand on the floor. He says your name out loud, and grins while kicking open the door to the medbay.

“... And what do you think about obtaining a new crew member?”

Jack’s grinning at him now.

“Sounds neat.”

#jimmy bae #jack kang #jimmy bae x reader #jack kang x reader #jimmy bae x reader x jack kang #weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero webcomic #writergod weak hero #writergod works #writergod sea of monsters #weak hero x reader

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whchenlvr · 2 months

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im soooo happy you're back.

I love your writing style.

Could u please do union with so that changed their hair and are now hotter

Like dyed it or cut it

when you change your hair ;

weak hero union x gn!reader

donald na

➤ when you come home with bleached white-blonde hair like his, donald doubles over in laugher

➤ you’d be shooting pouty glares at him from across the room, causing donald to get up (still laughing, might i add) and wrap his arms around you

➤ “oh, darling. what did you do?” “i thought we could match… stop laughing!”

jake ji

➤ oh. my. god. bro falls head over heels for your new look

➤ you’d been sporting long hair for as long as jake had known you, so when you show up one day with your hair chopped to your shoulders, jake cannot keep his hands to himself

➤ i see him constantly appearing out of nowhere to touch the ends of your short hair. he’d do this so much that you end up snapping at him to leave your head alone, but of course, that doesn’t work

wolf keum

➤ you don’t know why, but the bright lime green dye was calling your name from the second you walked into your salon

➤ when you lifted the back of your hair and showed wolf the neon color underneath, all he could do was blink and say “why does it suit you so well?”

➤ like, wolf (aka the guy with Purple™️ hair) is confused as to why that hideous shade of lime looks amazing on you. the one color he voted to ban from salons everywhere

jimmy bae

➤ you always complained about how much you hated how your outgrown bangs would slip from behind your ears and fall into your eyes

➤ when jimmy suggested for you to get a haircut, he wasn’t entirely serious. he liked those cliche moments where he could tuck your hair behind your ear

➤ imagine his surprise when you come home with your bangs cropped short

➤ you look great, don’t get me wrong, but jimmy will mourn his excuses to getting in your personal space to play with your previously long bangs

jack kang

➤ you’d wanted to cut your hair short for a long time and always told jack you’d do it one day

➤ when you said short, he didn’t think you meant short. your hair was now nearly as short as his, and when jack first saw you, he couldn’t get his jaw off the floor

➤ “y/n… you’re bald!” “shut up, jack, no i’m not!”

➤ still, after the stock settles, your new look grows on your boyfriend. he likes running his fingers over the soft, short hairs above the back of your neck

dean kwon

➤ you decided to get a perm and you loved it. it was older, something you’d never done before, but you hoped your boyfriend dean would find it pretty as well

➤ not only did dean find your new hairstyle “pretty”, but he also couldn’t keep his hands to himself

➤ his fingers often ended up mindlessly tangled in your locks, twirling and twisting your curls as he focused on other work

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #donald na #jake ji #wolf keum #jimmy bae #jack kang #dean kwon

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theynchapter · 1 year

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❝ JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE ❞ boyfriend!choi yeonjun.

A/N … special dt @tatanbin here bc u read this piece the first time it was posted as a wip and left extremely generous feedback 😭 and i am forever grateful <3

you and your boyfriend were walking down the street one winter evening when you felt a sudden chill brush past your face.

you quivered as you shook your head from the unanticipated breeze. “god it’s cold. i feel jack frost nipping at my nose.”

“um, no.” yeonjun puffs a heavy breath out of his mouth, the winter fog making an icy cloud out of his demeanor. “i find that phrase quite offensive, actually.”

you laugh a little. “and why is that?”

“it shouldn't be jack frost nipping at your nose. it should be me.” yeonjun emits a low growl comically similar to a guard dog, pretending to bite at your face just a few centimeters away. “your boyfriend. me.”

you laugh even harder, and that made your boyfriend frown even more.

“what’s so funny?”

“christ, jjunie,” you sigh delightedly as you rub a hand through your face in bare attempt to keep it warm. “it's just an expression.”

“an offensive one.”

“jack frost isn't even real.”

“how do you know?” the silver-haired challenges, eyebrows raised in triumph. “why do you think we have winter here?”

“uh, the tilt of the earth's axis?”

“wow.” yeonjun clicked his tongue as he shook his head in a teasingly solemn manner. “now you're just pushing it.”

neither of you happen to realize you've already stopped walking until you hear the wicked giggles of three children, hiding behind the bench that was barely a few feet away. lost, you tilt your head to the side as their's tilted up in salute to what was above waiting for you both. oh.

oh.

a pair of evergreen leaves aligned by a small cluster of three red berries. what perfect timing.

the man beside you let out what was nearly an inaudible gasp before snickering and looking away. after a minute of shared laughter, he then diverted his attention to the kids to stick out his tongue at them playfully.

“run along now children, things like these are a bit too graphic for your age!” and then it was your turn to gasp as you pushed your boyfriend out of reach.

yeonjun laughed pridefully before grabbing ahold of your waist and pulling you close. his wide grin soon tamed into a smaller tight-lipped smile but that made no utter difference to the amount of love his eyes had it in for you. his forehead pressed against yours once he leaned overwhelmingly near, eyes fluttered shut and that was your cue to do so as well—

“OW!” you yelp, grabbing your now reddening nose. “yeonjun, what the hell!”

“oops.” your boyfriend now wore that shit-eating smirk of an accomplishment (the one you want to punch off his face really bad), leaned against the outer brick wall as he mindlessly picks at his nails. he then chuckles at your bewildered state before pecking the tip of your nose in the form of an unspoken apology.

“i didn’t bite too hard, did i, snowflake?”

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Escapism

Pairing: Multi Character x Female Reader

Genre: Drama, SMUT, Romance

Summary: You find yourself at a club called the Red Room. Your partner dumped you last night and your heart is shattered by it. You hope the club can provide you some escape, someone to take home and help you forget about what happened. One of the promoters picked up on this and takes you to magical place that let’s you choose whoever you want to spend the night with regardless of them not existing in your reality. Maybe by the end of your sexcapades you’ll end up finding someone new to love.

Inspired By: Escapism by Raye and 070 Shake

Author’s Note: Please message, inbox or reply to this post if you want me to add more characters! I will be doing polls every now and then. Also this is my pitch for clubs to have a fantasy room, golden idea, will sell like hotcakes because I’ll be the only customer XD

#akasha x reader #clea strange x reader #defender strange x reader #din djarin x reader #jack daniels x reader #joel miller x reader #kang x reader #namor x reader #sherlock x reader #shuri x reader #sinister strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #strange supreme x reader #supreme strange x reader #thor x reader #tony stark x reader #valkryie x reader #frank castle x reader #oberyn martel x reader

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imvriix · 2 years

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" keep your eyes on mine, and if you want I'll tell you lies. "

𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 - 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍

— angel face ;; them with someone who is naturally sweet and kind, yet they don't know how to act due to their oblivious nature.

𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

— angel face ;; them with someone who is naturally sweet and kind, yet they don't know how to act due to their oblivious nature.

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐆𝐎

— angel face ;; them with someone who is naturally sweet and kind, yet they don't know how to act due to their oblivious nature.

𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐉𝐈𝐍

— angel face ;; them with someone who is naturally sweet and kind, yet they don't know how to act due to their oblivious nature.

— addictive ;; singer/musician! reader, he couldn't get enough of your voice, even if no one else seemed to have listened to your songs.

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐀

— toothache

— feminine ;; the union boys finding out that the reader, a notorious delinquent, is actually a girl.

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐄𝐔𝐌

— impulse ;; mikey (tr) ! reader, you were childish, yet scarily strong, but he finds that you may not be that bad to be around.

— feminine ;; the union boys finding out that the reader, a notorious delinquent, is actually a girl.

— homework ;; you fell asleep whilst doing homework, and wolf was nice enough to attempt to do it for you.

𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐉𝐈𝐍

— angel face ;; them with someone who is naturally sweet and kind, yet they don't know how to act due to their oblivious nature.

𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐄

— feminine ;; the union boys finding out that the reader, a notorious delinquent, is actually a girl.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐈

— feminine ;; the union boys finding out that the reader, a notorious delinquent, is actually a girl.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐇𝐍

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐎𝐊 𝐃𝐎

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊

𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍

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sungbeam · 15 days

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𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

nonidol!kang yeosang x f!reader

yeosang doesn't remember your name, but he remembers what kissing you tastes like and how you like your eggs in the morning. just your regular prince charming trying to find his cinderella, or in this case, his passenger princess..?

9.5k (lord.....), nc-17, s2l, frateez au, college au, mentions of alcohol, swearing, kissing, humor, fluff, minimal angst, another cinderella story au/trope(?), drama (i bring i bring all the drama-ma-ma-ma), a girl who is not a girl's girl :l, the barest of proofreading

a/n: this is for the @atzhouse you can't outrage us event! guys if the flirting is lackluster, it's cuz im running out of rizz

“I don't believe you.”—

The last place you expected to end up was in the front seat of some guy's white Lexus while the party raged on inside the ATZ fraternity house just down the street. According to him, he had to run out just before the crowd rolled in, and when he got back, somebody had snatched his parking spot.

—“Okay, but why don't you believe me?”—

The car smelled not like fresh leather, but an enchanting mixture of something like pine and smoked wood. Bitter, yet somehow, refreshing. You bet, even as the alcohol was hitting you, that it was what he smelled like.

His name was Yeosang—the guy sitting next to you in the driver's seat, the owner of this car, and the ATZ fraternity brother you bumped into at his house's own party. That had been just about twenty minutes ago when you'd ended up isolated from your pack of friends, and Yeosang had needed a desperate breather. It seemed he'd been running from someone (question mark), so you asked if he knew where the kitchen was. Eager to get away from whoever it was, he guided you straight to the kitchen and where the secret stash of flavored sojus were.

An offhand comment about wishing you didn't have to miss this one drama episode dropping tonight led to a longer conversation about the dramas you both enjoyed, which somehow landed you in his passenger seat.

The rest was history. Or—you supposed the rest was now.

“Because,” Yeosang said in a tone that sounded a lot like he was saying 'duh’, “you don't look like a biology major.”

He was gorgeous, even if the lighting in the party and out here was jack shit. The way the shadows cut across his face made him look like a faerie torn straight out of one of your old sketchbooks. You were half certain he had pointed ears beneath the cat-eared beanie he wore, but maybe that was just the alcohol doing its thing.

You sputtered out a laugh as he knocked back another gulp of his melon soju. He was more drunk than you were, maybe not by too much because that wouldn't have been fair, but it did take him seven tries to unlock his car seven minutes ago. “What's a bio major s'posed to look like?”

“Mmm…” he hummed, lips pressed together in a line that dug into his cheeks. “Not you.”

It only made you laugh harder. It wasn't even that funny. “That doesn't even make sense!”

“Does it have to make sense?” He squawked. His face shuddered for a moment as if he just experienced a glitch. “I forgot what I was gonna say, but it's the vibe.”

“The vibe,” you parroted in mild amusement. After you swallowed down your next gulp of soju, you gestured to him with the bottle, “Okay, now what about you? Your major, go.”

“I read shit.”

“Who doesn't?”

“Jared, 19,” he replied, dead serious.

Equally serious, you asked with wide eyes, “Really?”

He gave you an emphatic nod back. Really. Now, if you were a little less tipsy, you wouldn't have taken what he said at face value, but tonight was already miles away from your regularly scheduled program.

You pondered on that—the “I read shit,” not the misfortunes of one nineteen year old named Jared. “So if you read a lot of shit, does that make you a literature major? No, wait! I got it; you look like Comparative Lit.”

“Bingo,” he cheered, raising his bottle up into the air. “Wait. What do you mean I look like a comparative lit major? What does a comp lit major even look like?”

“I dunno, but it’s you.”

He pursed his lips into a deadpan at your callback to what he'd said before, and you merely stuck your tongue out at him like the mature adult you were. “Touché, my friend. Touché…”

Silence passed between you two for the first time since you met each other. In the distance, you could hear the muffled sounds of the party raging on. It wasn't that you didn't go to parties often; it was more so that you usually went to house parties hosted by friends or friends-of-a-friend. Making it all the way to Greek Row was not something you did every weekend, but a mutual friend—Chungha—knew the ATZ president and got you and your friends in.

Nearly finished with his third bottle (or was it his fourth?...), Yeosang knocked the remainder down his throat with a grimace. With the empty bottle, he set it at his feet on the car floor to join another—the cup holders were already occupied with yours and his second rounds. The first was abandoned on the frat house lawn somewhere.

“I think—” he slurred, blinking slowly at you like a cat, “—that you look like an artist.”

“An artist?” You parroted dumbly and felt warmth rise to your cheeks. “And why would you say that? Vibes?”

“Well, yes!”

You sputtered out a laugh at the way he said that. “Then yes, I am an artist,” you said, emphasizing the latter half of the word so it sounded like “teest” and not “tist.”

Yeosang gave a hoot. “I'm so good at this. Does that—does that mean you can paint me like one of your French girls?” He pulled his lips into an adorable, little smile, the back of his hand poised beneath his chin as he fluttered his lashes.

“I don't think I could do you justice,” you admitted. There was a rather annoying buzz at the back of your brain that was distracting you. With a shake of your head, you refocused your gaze on him. “You're too pretty.”

He preened at the compliment, unconsciously reaching up to adjust his beanie. “Like calls to like then.”

“What does that mean?” Your buzzed-out brain couldn't compute—

“It means that prettiness is attracted to prettiness, and I'm attracted to you.”

You whined, burying your face in your hands. Yeosang giggled to himself, incredibly proud at making you flustered, his knees curling upward to kick his feet in the cramped space. “I don't like you.”

“You don't?”

“No,” you raised your head up with a displeased frown, only to see that his eyes seemed to be twinkling with unrestrained happiness and something else. You weren't in the right state to hyper-analyze the way he looked at you, but it made your heart skip more than just a beat. “It's not fair that you're a literature major.”

“But I'm drunk,” he said innocently.

“That's even worse!”

He grinned boyishly at you, bashfully stretching his limbs and then cupping the back of his neck with a hand. “What if I told you I'm minoring in math?”

You deadpanned. “I don't think that makes me feel any better. You rule both the realms of words and numbers.”

“It doesn't mean I'm good at math,” he guffawed, leaning back in his seat. “It's only there 'cause my mom's a math teacher, and having a math minor makes my parents feel better.”

That sounded familiar… awfully familiar. The thought made you sober a bit, and it seemed your counterpart wasn't so wasted that he didn't notice the shift either.

“Uh oh,” he chuckled nervously, “what'd I say?”

You waved your hand around dismissively. “Oh, it's nothing. I'm kind of the opposite—my bio major is sort of to appease my parents and the fine art minor is for my sanity.”

He pressed his lips into a line, nodding in understanding. “Ah, I see,” he drawled. “So you don't… you're not happy? With what you're doing, I mean.”

Maybe it was the way he asked it, but it made the cogs in your head turn. You bit your lip. “I'm happy-ish. It's kind of a lot, but I'll survive.”

“'m sorry I upset you,” he pouted. “But,” he stammered, swallowing, “but I get it. My parents never wanna talk about my major anymore. Pretty sure they're just bitter and disappointed. I always feel like I’m walking on eggshells around them.”

You could tell that it affected him more than he wanted to admit. You wordlessly passed him your half-drunk bottle, and he gladly took a generous sip. When it was back in your hands, you guzzled down the remainder.

The buzz was getting better.

“Well, if they're not proud of you, I am,” you declared, setting the empty bottle at your feet. Your eyes blinked slowly for a moment as you got your bearings again. Maybe… maybe you should stop drinking! Yes, that would be the smart thing to do.

Yeosang hummed. “Thanks,” he said with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gazed over at you from his side of the car. “I'm proud of you, too. You'll be happy one day; it'll always turn out okay, Yn-ie.”

Something warm and fuzzy settled in your chest, like a cat had just curled up there, purring and content.

A thought suddenly popped into your head. “Yeosang, how do you like your eggs?”

He snorted and burst into laughter, coaxing a similar expression out of you. A moment later, you were trying your best to pout at him, “Hey! Don't laugh! I hear it's all the rage on the pick-up line scene.”

“You're trying to pick me up?” He giggled. All memories of the previous topic flew out the car window.

“Well, is it working?”

He licked his lips around a smile, leaning over the center console to rest his cheek against his fist. “Ask me again.”

You took another sip of your soju before returning it to its cupholder. “Okay. Yeosang, how do you like your eggs in the morning?”

“However you'd like them.”

You deadpanned, and that only made him laugh louder. His head tilted back so you caught a glimpse of his canines, before he brought himself back down to Earth. His cheeks looked as flushed as you felt—even in the dim streetlight you could make out the blooms of peony pink across his cheekbones. “Yeo.”

He reached over to pat your head a couple times, though the sloppiness of his movements made it feel closer to two affectionate smacks. “Okay okay. Sorry. How about we say it at the same time?”

“Okay.” That wasn't a bad compromise.

“Okay, one, two, three—”

“Sunny-side up,” you both said at once.

Your eyes and his eyes widened at once, gasps of delight sounding into the quiet car. Could this guy be any more perfect?

“You're not bluffing?” You asked with narrowed eyes.

Yeosang shook his head vigorously. “Mm-mm. I wouldn't lie to you, Yn-ie. Scout's honor,” he slurred, holding his hand up as if he was a boy scout.

You giggled at the gesture, and he broke form to melt into an ooey gooey puddle of liquefied butterflies. For a moment, he just stared at you with a strange look on his face, one that you couldn't quite place when you were in this inebriated state.

You chuckled, shifting your position when one leg started falling asleep. “What’s wr—?”

He leaned forward and—oh. Oh. Those were—his lips were on yours. He had leaned over the console and kissed you. He was kissing you.

And when you didn't kiss him back, he drew backwards, an embarrassed expression painted over the adorable flush on his cheeks. “That—I shouldn't have done that, should I? I'm sorry; I dunno what I was—”

You crushed your mouth against his this time, effectively stealing the apology right off his tongue. He tasted like melon soju, and his touch was gentle as he brought his hand up to cup the side of your face, cradle your jaw. He was tracing the outline of your features in the dark like he could sketch them in the lines in his mind.

He tasted like the color of amber, warm and bright, but not blindingly so. He was mellow and sweet, with the undertones of the burnt wood in his cologne.

You melded your lips against his mouth like you could engrave him into you, and you were practically half over the middle console already. Yeosang's free hand fumbled backward to find the button on the side of his chair—there. The chair began moving backward with a monotonous brrr sound, and as it moved you couldn't quite keep your lips physically attached to his.

You disconnected from him for what felt like an eternity in order to climb over—shoes knocking against empty soju bottles, ass nearly bumping the horn—and with some clumsy, awkward maneuvering, you were on him again, this time quite literally. You tumbled into his lap, his hands landing on either side of your waist and your hands bracing against the back of his chair.

He loosened a soft groan with the return of your lips to his, and he hauled you down closer to him, until your chests were pressed flush against one another and you couldn't tell which heartbeat was who's. His beanie fell off at some point, but your fingers buried themselves within the dark, silken mass of his hair, a hat in their own right.

When you both pulled away for breath, your chests heaved in tandem to catch it. You settled your cheek against his shoulder while you inhaled the smell of his cologne, much stronger now that you sat against his chest with your nose by his throat. His hand warmed the small of your back with the other cupping the back of your head in an affectionate cradle.

“I don't think I've ever kissed someone like that,” you admitted into the quiet. You suddenly couldn't hear the muffled music blasting from the party in the background anymore.

“Me neither,” he replied, voice hoarse from the kiss. “I've never met someone like you before.”

“Never in your life?”

“Never in my life.”

“So let me get this straight,” drawled Wooyoung with both hands poised at his temples, eyes screwed shut against the bright morning light coming in through the window. There were currently eight people crowded onto President Hongjoong's bed at a time that was far too early to be alive for a group of people who partied until four in the morning. “You're saying that you know this girl's family life, how she likes her eggs in the morning, and how she kisses—but you don't even know her name?”

Yeosang was propped up against the headboard, squeezed between a very unfairly serene-looking Seonghwa and a mildly hungover Hongjoong. Yeosang's bangs were flat against his forehead and he squinted his tired eyes through the strands. “No, that's not what I said. I said that I know her name… it's just not coming to me right now.”

He knew your name. Right? You told him your name, right? He addressed you by your name at least once last night, right?

(If he was being honest, as soon as Yeosang woke up this morning, he started whimsically recalling the events of last night in his head. But once he realized he neither had your number nor remembered your name, he jostled his friends up to invade the president's room for an emergency round table discussion. Who would have guessed their alarm clock would be a very panicked Maltese screaming, “I DON'T REMEMBER HER NAME!”)

“Which pretty much means you don't know her name,” Jongho piped up where he was laying against Yunho's back on the corner of the bed, his eyes closed while he attempted to squeeze in five more milliseconds of sleep.

“Well, do you know who she came with?” San asked. “She probably has at least one mutual friend or else she wouldn't have gotten in.”

Mingi furrowed his brows together. “Not necessarily. The pledges might not have been thorough when checking.”

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed. “You were supposed to be there with them at the door, Mingi.”

“Oh, was I?”

Yunho cut in before Hongjoong could tackle Mingi off the bed. He grinned to himself, “Okay, but San has a point. Usually people are only able to sneak in if they're with a group.”

“Awh,” Wooyoung cooed, reaching over to pinch at Yeosang's cheek, “Yeosangie fell in love with a stowaway—ow! Hey! He just bit me!”

“Deserved,” Seonghwa said plainly. He turned his head so as to not have to face Wooyoung's wounded puppy eyes. It was too early for this. “Do you know if she came with anyone, Yeosang-ah?”

Yeosang scrunched his nose up, disgruntled. “No. I'm pretty sure she was looking for her friends when we met… something like that. I remember some things, but not everything.” He pinched the place between his brows in an attempt to piece together his memory of last night. He could remember the way you made him feel—it was the jittery warmth that came with falling, and his heart had never grown wings before like it had around you.

After the kiss, the two of you had sunk into a comfortable, quiet conversation about anything and everything beneath the sun. For the first time in a long time, he felt comfortable and heard by someone other than his fraternity brothers. You were perfect, for lack of a better word. And he knew a lot of words.

But how could he fucking forget your name?

He was never drinking that much melon soju ever again.

“She's a biology major,” he offered with a defeated sigh, letting his hand fall into his lap.��

“What does she look like?” Hongjoong asked.

Yeosang's gaze went up to the ceiling as he recalled what you looked like to his friends. It was pretty dark the entire time he was with you, but there were a few moments when the streetlights hit your face and his conscience was constantly trying to keep his drunk ass from kissing you within the first ten minutes of meeting you. He'd managed to hold it together for a little bit longer before throwing all caution to the wind.

When he was done, San said in light amusement, “I'm just surprised you kissed her first. She must be something then, huh?”

Yeosang couldn't conceal the smile that slowly crept onto his face. “Yeah, she's…” He cleared his throat. “I just don't want last night to be the first and last time I see her.” It couldn't be—just when he thought he clicked with someone, the universe couldn't possibly be so cruel as to rip you away from him, could it?

“Don't you worry!” Mingi chirped, “We'll help you find your passenger princess.”

Seonghwa snorted. “Passenger princess? What is this, Cinderella?”

“It might as well be,” San chuckled, lifting his shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Operation: Passenger Princess is a go!”

Yeosang wasn't sure if recruiting his friends’ help was a good or awful decision. But because his past, drunk self hadn't done many favors for his future, sober self, he would take all the help he could get.

You knew the moment you stumbled out of your bedroom and saw your roommate that you were in trouble. It wasn't trouble in the conventional sense; considering her eyes were laughing as she watched your pitiful walk of shame from your room to the shared bathroom, you knew you were not going to hear the end of everything that happened last night ever.

“Not a word,” you said to her as you winced at the blinding bathroom lights.

Her toothbrush hung out of her mouth as she slipped in behind you to spit her toothpaste into the sink. When her mouth was rinsed and clear, she made eye contact with you in the mirror, eyebrows wagging up and down. “So you and Yeosang, huh?”

You glared at her from around your own toothbrush. You would have taken the damn thing out to defend yourself, but you were already late.

Reina took full advantage of your occupied vocal chords. “I never knew pretty frat boys were your type, Yn,” she teased, practically floating out of the bathroom to go check on the state of her espresso in the kitchen.

“Aye hae yuu,” you grumbled around your toothbrush.

“What's that?” She cackled, bringing a hand up to the shell of her ear. “I love you? I love you, too, Yn. But you know who else loves you?—”

“Dompt shae it.”

“Yeosaaaang!”

You loathed the fact that her saying such things made butterflies flap their wings and dance around in your belly. It was simply delusional to think of love when all you and Yeosang did last night was make out in his car and accompany each other in deep, provoking conversation… conversation that definitely didn't make you feel incredibly seen or anything… definitely not.

Finally, you were able to spit your toothpaste out to make your argument. “Okay, first of all, I don't even have his number. And—how could he love me?” As if possession of a phone number could even correlate to love either.

Reina paused, her expression arranging into loud incredulity. “You what? After all I went through to separate the two of you to go home, you didn't exchange numbers?”

Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have disclosed that information—now you just looked stupid.

You lathered up facial cleanser in your hands and on your face. “Look. Exchanging numbers was just the last thing on our minds—” Oh, Yn. Have you ever said something smart?

Reina snorted. “Oh, I know.”

“We didn't just make out,” you grumbled, your cheeks warming beneath your hands. You furiously splashed cool water over your skin before patting your face dry. There likely wasn't much time left before you and Reina had to run to meet your other friends at your weekly volunteering session. “We talked.”

“Uh-huh, and you know that denial is a river in Egypt, right?”

Suffice to say that Reina most definitely did not let your shenanigans from last night go. The two of you managed to reach the food bank sometime before fifteen minutes past your original start time. Everyone else was already stationed and on time, and because you and Reina were the last to arrive, you were sent straight to dishwashing.

As you and Reina pulled on your twin pairs of pink rubber gloves, your friend Mark Lee (and brother with the NCT fraternity) barrelled into the backroom with a dirty ladle in his hands. His head perked up at the sight of you both, a smile blooming on his face. “Well, good morning, Party Animals. How was the ATZ party last night?”

He deposited the ladle into the sink for you to wash while he went to go find a clean one.

“It was cool, but I think Yn would love to tell you all about her experience,” Reina teased, bumping her elbow against your side.

Mark sidled up beside the two of you and leaned in close in proper tea-spilling fashion. “Oh my gosh, did something happen?”

You scowled at Reina, then said to Mark, “Nothing catastrophic—”

“She hooked up with Yeosang!”

You cut her a hard glance. “Reina, I don't think Neptune heard you.”

Mark's eyes went comically wide, jaw slackening. “Yn and Yeosang? That's so wild. Like—like Kang Yeosang?”

“I think? We didn't exactly exchange last names, but why would it be wild? We just kissed and talked.”

“Who kissed who now?” The new voice had you all glancing back over to the kitchen door where another member of the group, Yura, walked in. Yura was Reina's cousin, and the two grew up quite close, so it was natural that they ended up in similar social circles. You and all your other friends got along pleasantly with her. She flashed you all a small smile. “From the sounds of it, I'm guessing you guys had a fun time at the party last night?”

“We did!” Reina chirped.

“Shame you couldn't come with us this time,” you said offhandedly. It wasn't like Yura to miss a party.

Reina cocked her head to the side. “I could've sworn I saw you there though—”

“Ah,” Yura waved her hand to dismiss her cousin's thought. She chuckled, “You're probably mistaking someone else as me; I had that paper I needed to work on last night, remember? But Yn, you and Yeosang?”

You groaned. “I thought we were over this.”

“Dude, we can't not get over this,” Mark quipped back. “Yeosang just doesn't do stuff like that—hook up with people, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Yura chimed in, “I've seen him at a couple other Greek parties with some of my sorority friends and he looks pretty standoffish most of the time. He's usually always with one of his brothers. He's kind of cold, really.”

Mark furrowed his brows. “I wouldn't call him cold; he's just a little shy, is all.”

“My friends told me that a lot of sorority girls chase after him,” Yura said with wide eyes. “They get, like, aggressive about him or something.”

You and Reina exchanged a look. Was that who he was running from last night? “That must be kinda stressful,” you said softly with a small frown.

“Apparently, that's why his social medias don't take DMs unless approved,” she shrugged.

Well, there went your backup plan of finding him on social media. Then again, if he recognized you or your name, would that help if you requested him? That was if you deigned to change your profile picture to yourself and not one of your silly doodles.

You couldn't help the weight that your heart seemed to gain as it sank to the pit of your stomach.

“Well, that's mildly disappointing,” Reina muttered, turning to quickly wash the ladle Mark had just dropped off.

“I just wouldn't want you to get targeted by any of those crazy sorority girls, y'know?” Yura gave a laugh that sounded almost nervous. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before snapping on a fresh pair of gloves.

You nodded, gnawing on your bottom lip. “Yeah, no, I—I get it. Thanks, Yura.”

She gave you a sympathetic look. “Of course,” she said. With a wave, she made her way back toward the kitchen door. “Mark, we better get back to work. See you guys at lunch break!”

When she was gone, Mark clapped a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Hey, listen. I don't really know the guy personally, but me and Wooyoung are pretty tight. I can get in touch with them if you want—”

Baekhyun, the section leader for your session, charged into the kitchen with his arm piled high with dirty dishes. If you didn’t fear for the safety of the porcelain bowl at the top of the stack, you might have chuckled at the scene before you. “Mark! We don't pay you to stand around.”

“Hyung,” Mark huffed exasperatedly as he rushed over to help Baekhyun before the section leader could get knocked over the head by a rogue dish assisted by gravity. “You don't pay us. We're here out of the goodness of our hearts.”

“Well, I don't get paid enough for this,” Baekhyun said once all the dishes were transferred to the sink, and you and Reina were put to work. “Now come on; lots to do!”

Just as Mark was about to follow after Baekhyun, he caught your eyes. “I'm serious about the offer, Yn.”

You smiled. “Thanks, man, but let me think about it and I'll get back to you.”

“Yeah, just lemme know!” And he was gone.

Word broke out that someone in the ATZ household was searching for a girl. Word of mouth was a method of dissemination that could spread like wildfire, leaping from one tongue to one ear to another, leaving only ash and debris behind. And around Greek Row, it became a massive game of Telephone.

But while nearly everyone in the university's fraternities and sororities knew about his strife, Yeosang’s efforts seemed to be for naught. The only thing that emerged from this were more people harping after him, claiming to be 'the one he was looking for.’ None of them were you.

Your name had manifested itself in his head about halfway into the week. He'd been toiling over the theory readings his professor assigned for Thursday's lecture when he'd underlined a word, and it came crashing down upon him with ice cold clarity.

His eyes went wide as he shot up out of his chair, nearly sending Jongho careening off his bed on the other side of the room. “What the—”

“Yn,” Yeosang said. Then he declared a little louder, a giddy smile on his face, triumphant and bright, “Her name is Yn.”

Jongho resettled himself on top of his bed. “Well that narrows things down for us,” he drawled, taking his phone out and typing something out. “I don't suppose you have her last name.”

Yeosang fwumped onto the edge of his bed with his lips pressed into a line. “Dude. I literally just thought of her first name. Do you really think I can come up with—”

“Okay, okay,” Jongho laughed, flicking his wrist at him for a moment before resuming his typing.

“Who're you texting?” Yeosang asked as curiosity drew him across the room to Jongho's side.

His friend sat up so he could peer over his shoulder at the phone screen. “I'm doing the heavy lifting,” he teased. Based on the social media handle at the top of the direct messages channel, Jongho was texting Chungha, a friend of the frat's but a closer friend of President Hongjoong's, and the recently graduated head of the Phi Omega Phi sorority. “Hongjoong hyung mentioned offhandedly that Chungha wanted to get some friends into the party on Friday, so I'm seeing if she recognizes this Yn person you're looking for.”

Yeosang’s eyebrows flicked upward as he settled into a more comfortable position on Jongho’s bed while they awaited Chungha’s response. In the meantime, he pulled out his own phone in an attempt to search for your name amongst his mutuals. He frowned at the lack of a successful search—did you use a different name or did you not have a social media account? Was that why you hadn’t attempted to contact him in the past few days?

For a moment, a shard of self-consciousness pierced through his chest at the prospect that you didn’t want to contact him. Did sobriety make you embarrassed at what happened that night? Had he made you uncomfortable with the amount of vulnerability that was in the car—no, the vulnerability was mutual… but maybe—

“Gotcha.”

Yeosang’s head whipped back over to Jongho’s screen. Having your name and major seemed to ring a bell for Chungha, and she forwarded a social media handle, along with a “tell Yeosang good luck ;)”.

“Thank you, Jongho. And bless up, Chungha,” Yeosang muttered as he swiftly input the social media handle into his search bar. There it was—a private art account with your first name in the biography line. There were only one or two people who you both shared mutuals with, which made sense.

His thumb hovered over the request button, and he bit his lip. With little else left to do and his heart banging around in his ribs from the anticipation alone, he clicked the button.

It didn’t take you incredibly long to accept his follow request and to follow him back. (Though, half an hour felt like an eternity when he was so anxious.) He made it painfully obvious that you acted in response, because Yeosang fumbled his phone between his palms like it was a hot potato, before he dropped it and stubbed his toe with it.

Jongho sent him a strange look as he handed the device back to a red-faced Yeosang, who furrowed his brows together to think of an opening direct message to you.

“It doesn't have to be perfect,” Jongho said as he peered over Yeosang's shoulder this time. He had even paused the game he was playing on his phone to stay tuned into the live entertainment.

Yeosang made a face. “Yes, it does.” It had to be the perfect mix of witty and funny and subtle and—

He figured it out.

@/yskang99: how do u like ur eggs?

Jongho released a sound of utter flabbergast, and Yeosang shushed him, both pairs of eyes pinned to the three dots that appeared on the bottom left-hand side of the screen.

@/studioyn: sunny side up

Yeosang broke into a smile, and Jongho's face contorted into pure incredulity. “What kind of security question is that?”

“Inside joke,” Yeosang replied giddily, rising from Jongho's bed to cross over to his side of the room. He collapsed into his desk chair and propped his feet up along the end of his bed.

Jongho scoffed, shifting his lounging position. He threw his friend another incredulous glance before giving up and returning to his game. He'd done his job.

@/yskang99: congrats u passed the test!

@/studioyn: ahh so that was a test? i imagined us doing a virtual handshake tbh

@/yskang99: i like that better actually

@/studioyn: also how did u find me lmao

Yeosang bit his lip through a grin. I have my ways, he typed out cryptically, cheekily.

@/studioyn: wtvr u say ig… 🤨🤨🤨

For a brief moment, Yeosang wondered if he should bring up the concern lingering in his mind—why you hadn't reached out to him. He didn't want to simply assume that he was “popular” enough that just anybody knew who he was, but he was also aware that most people were able to track him down on social media. But would that kill the vibe? He liked the energy.

@/studioyn: i can't get a read on whether or not ur any different than how u were drunk

@/yskang99: would that matter?

@/studioyn: not particularly, no, but i've met people who r

@/yskang99: no i get that, i've met my fair share too :/

He began typing out slowly: I missed you… Then he swiftly amended it to: I missed talking to you.

@/studioyn: awhh wait ik we've only technically spoken the one time, but i missed talking to u too yeo :’)

A smile split his face from ear to ear. Would you wanna hang out again? Only if you're comfortable, of course.

He watched the three dots appear, then disappear. You were thinking and his heart was sinking.

Finally, your response came in. I'd love to, but I don't wanna disappoint you with my god awful schedule this next week.

@/yskang99: what abt the weekend? something low stakes maybe?

@/yskang99: my brothers and i r going to the nct house on sat

@/studioyn: oh!! im actually close friends w mark lee :] i'll see if i can drag my friends along, and we can link up there?

The thought of seeing you again, even if it was at another dumb Greek party, made electricity zip through his veins. His stomach filled to the brim with butterflies, and he had to shift his position because of how much it tickled.

@/yskang99: yeah sounds great :D i'll look forward to seeing u

@/studioyn: same here yeo :’))

@/studioyn: how's ur week been so far?

Yeosang leaned back in his chair again, propping his elbows on the armrests to sink into a comfortable position. He had a feeling he might be here awhile, but he would sit here all night if it meant talking to you.

“Yn! We're gonna be late!”

You nearly jolted at the sound of Reina's voice carrying through the other side of your bedroom door. You dropped your phone onto your bed, racing to finish up the rest of your makeup. “You can never be late to a Greek party!” You countered, swiping your thumb over the pigment you just put on your lips.

Your bedroom door opened just as you were slipping a chain necklace around your collar. Reina poked her head in, her eyes looking you up and down. “Ooh-la-la,” she gushed with a teasing smile. “Someone's gotten all dolled up. I wonder who for…”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the obvious warmth rising to your face. “I just felt like it,” you defended weakly while spritzing a light mist of perfume over your neck and wrists. You stood up from your desk to collect your wallet, keys, and lip gloss to dump into a purse, then went over to retrieve your phone.

The screen displayed another message from Yeosang, no doubt continuing the conversation you had to abruptly pause because you would be late for the NCT party. This was going to be the second Greek party in two weeks—a record for your books. But you had a feeling it was going to be a good time like last week, you were sure of it.

As you skimmed the message Yeosang sent, you slipped out of the room to join Reina in the main living space. She casted you a pointed look with arms crossed over her chest and lips pressed together.

“What?” You blinked over at her innocently.

“You're never gonna see your boy at this rate,” she said as the two of you picked out your shoes for the night.

You sent a text answering Yeosang and letting him know you would be at the party soon. “He's not 'my boy,’” you said.

“Right. He's your man.”

You hated how hard it was to keep the giggle in your throat down. It was embarrassing how you smiled just then, too, turning your head away from a smug Reina.

God, he was just a guy; how did you get so head-over-heels after just one night? It had to be the fact that you'd been texting him nonstop over the past few days. Though you were busy and exhausted, you continued to check your phone all throughout the days and stayed up long into the nights just to talk to him. He had you hook, line, and sinker.

At some point, you'd forgotten what Yura warned you about on Saturday.

Your friends picked you and Reina up in one of their family minivans. A round of greetings went up as you clambered in behind Reina, and your friend asked where her cousin was tonight if she wasn't carpooling with the rest of you.

“She said she was at her sorority friend's house,” Sieun said offhandedly from the driver's seat. The minivan door closed on its own with a mechanical whirring sound. “She's probably at the party already.”

Some nights, parties called for a pregame session, while others (not unlike this one) was attacked raw. Sieun parked the minivan about a block outside of Greek row where there were spaces between cars along the curbs and where there was less of a chance of her accidentally running over a drunk partygoer stumbling into the street. The party was already in full swing with neon green strobe lights blazing aggressively through the front windows, and Gasolina blasting at nothing less than one hundred percent speaker volume.

You felt your phone vibrate in your hand as Reina grabbed your hand to avoid instantly losing you in the crowd.

@/yskang99: im on the second floor where there's less people 😋😋 they've got a nice balcony we can hide on!!

“Mark said they've got spiked Capri Sun somewhere in here!” Reina shouted into your ear.

You nodded your head vigorously. “Let's find it then!”

@/studioyn: gonna grab hard caprisun and then head up!! do u want some??

@/yskang99: surprise me w a flavor, pretty pls x

You grinned to yourself and slid your phone into your purse to focus on the task at hand.

The NCT fraternity house wasn't a completely unknown landscape to you and Reina. Being friends with one of its brothers and friends-by-association with all the rest, you'd popped by more than a few times. You could likely navigate this house with your eyes closed; that was what it was like weaving through the dark rooms and throngs of people squeezed together like sardines in a can, anyway.

Along yours and Reina's trek to the kitchen, you gained a couple people in your conga line of linked hands, NCT's own Xiaojun and Jungwoo. NCT frat brothers always pregamed, so the two brothers were already tipsy and giggled about your kindergarten field trip line (with Reina being dubbed the poor kindergarten teacher tasked with keeping you together).

When you arrived at your destination, it didn't take long for you to lose both Xiaojun and Jungwoo to the game of Texas Hold 'Em being played at the breakfast table. The singular lightbulb overheard made it feel like a smoke-filled backdoor gambling den.

“Aha!” You cheered after playing a game of mystery cooler roulette, and opened the cooler lid that held the spiked Capri Sun juice pouches on ice.

“Mine!” Reina snatched up the last cherry flavored one, the shiny aluminum slippery and ice-cold as she impaled the opening with the thin, yellow straw.

You grabbed a Pacific Cooler flavored pouch for yourself, and a second for Yeosang.

“Ah, is that for the man of your dreams?” Reina said between sips, her pouch already half empty.

You sent her a look. “He has good taste, which means he'll probably appreciate Pacific Cooler as much as I do.”

“As long as it's not lemonade,” came a voice to your left. There stood a rather tall and lean man, his warm smile enunciated by the dim kitchen lighting as the green strobe lights from the living room painted across his face. “I can't deal with sour shit,” he explained, making a face.

You laughed. “That's valid. Fruit Punch is a classic though.”

“Can't argue with that,” he replied, leaning down to pick his poison for the night. He stabbed a straw into his pouch of strawberry kiwi juice, then arched an eyebrow at you. “I feel like I know you. Do I know you?”

“Hey,” Reina chimed in as she leaned over your shoulder, “you're with the ATZ frat, aren't you? I recognize you from Twister last week.”

He smiled sheepishly from around his straw. “Ah… haha, not my best moment, but yes. I'm Yunho.”

“Reina,” your friend replied.

“Yn,” you added on.

Yunho's expression jerked as if he'd just been delivered an electric shock. He waved his pointer finger at you. “Oh my god, you're Yeosang's girl!”

Your eyes shuddered in surprise. Yeosang's girl. “Sorry?” You stammered. There was an insane amount of possessive pronouns being used tonight, buy you definitely weren't complaining about it, and could he perhaps say that again—

“Yeah, he won't shut up about you.” Yunho slurped up the rest of his juice pouch, draining and flattening the life out of it in record time. “He loves Pacific Cooler, by the way.”

He took his leave then, saying nothing else to you and Reina except for shooting you a pair of finger guns like saying 'go get em, tiger!’

Reina wheezed, draping herself over you for a moment. “Oh—my god! Good thing Yeosang's just as down in the trenches as you are.”

“Don't do this to me, Reina,” you whined and dragged her along out of the kitchen toward the second floor staircase. “I don't need encouragement; the crush is enough!”

“It's never enough,” she declared with her pointer finger up in the sky. “You are gone, my friend! Gone, I say.”

You patted her head as you both began your ascent up the stairs. “Alrighty; then gone, I am. Do you remember where the balcony is on this floor?”

She hummed. “Ooh! Somewhere by Johnjae's room, abouts. I just remember because Mark told us how—”

“Right—the sophomore year Romeo and Juliet reenactment,” you snorted. You couldn't wrap your head around the batshit crazy things that occurred around these parts. “Who convinced Doyoung to play Paris anyway?”

She made a noncommittal noise. “Must've been bribed—oh, there it is, but I think there's a couple out there already…”

There was most definitely a couple on the balcony. Their outlines were silhouettes against the residual strobe lights shining up from downstairs, so it was a little too dark to make out who they were. They seemed close—the girl was all over the boy, the latter trying to hold her up by her waist. Maybe she'd had too much to drink, and for a moment, you were glad someone was taking care of her.

But when she leaned in for a kiss, green light glanced across their faces to reveal their features to you. It was only a split second, but it was all you needed.

“Reina,” you exhaled in shock, turning away from the balcony with enough speed to nearly give you whiplash.

She didn't question you, as you both careened back down the hall from where you came from, heading for one of the open bedrooms on this floor to collect yourselves. When the two of you were out of earshot of the balcony, she hissed under her breath in utter disbelief, “Yura?”

You'd seen it nearly clear as day, too. That was Yura kissing Yeosang.

Your head spun as you shouldered your way into Mark's and Haechan's room, their names plastered on the door in foam letter stickers from the craft store. As Reina closed the door and turned on the lights, you sat down in Mark's desk chair attempting to make sense of what you and Reina just witnessed.

Yeosang and Yura? But wasn't Yura the one who warned you that chasing after Yeosang was a risk because of how many others were, as well? Why would…

Oh.

Well, now you just felt stupid.

Reina dragged over Haechan's desk chair to settle in front of you, her expression less enraged than before, and more concerned over what she was reading off of your face. “Hey, don't do that. Don't think like that.”

“You don't know what I'm thinking,” you murmured, setting the untouched juice pouches on the desk.

“You're thinking that you're stupid.”

“Okay, maybe you do know what I'm thinking.” You inhaled, then exhaled slowly, leaning forward onto your knees. “I don't really know what to think or assume.”

Reina nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. “That's okay. I don't think I really understand what I saw either.”

“But that was Yura, right?”

She bobbed her head again. “That was my cousin, yeah.”

“Would it be fair to even think that she told me all that shit last week to discourage me from seeing him?” You didn't enjoy thinking that another person would have such malicious intentions without understanding their point of view, especially someone you considered yourself friends with.

“Well,” Reina drawled, “I think we both saw what we saw, and Yura was acting strangely about it on Saturday. It would be fair if you were hurt by it; I think your feelings have been clear.”

You gave a small nod. “Do you think he…?”

“I'm not sure, hon.”

You resolved to talk to him about it. If anything, you had these juice pouches left to console yourself, but you wanted to make sure you knew where his feelings laid. You would be lying if you said your heart didn't harbor even a glimmer of hope that this was all a misunderstanding, and that the kiss was an accident and didn't matter.

You and Reina left the relative safety of Mark and Haechan's bedroom to go find Yeosang. There weren't any new messages between either of you since the Capri Sun exchange, and you thought about texting him on his whereabouts.

The balcony by Johnny and Jaehyun's room was empty now, barren of any evidence somebody was there in the first place.

You and Reina wandered back down to the main floor. The party was nowhere near over; the night was still young. Hope was sinking fast in your stomach as the two of you traveled from room to room in search of him, but with no luck. Even asking around was useless.

“Text him,” Reina encouraged, as the two of you sipped on the juice pouches that were supposed to be for you and him.

She held your spiked juice while you texted him.

As time passed, and a response had yet to come through, you tossed yours and Reina's flattened Capri Sun pouches into the nearest garbage can.

If he wasn't going to answer, then maybe you would just go home for the night. You had a lot to think about.

Defeated, you let Reina sweep you under her arm and guide you to the front door. “Let's go home, hm?” She said, rubbing your shoulder.

On your way to the front door, you paused. You thought you heard someone calling your name—

You turned around to find Mark barreling toward you through the crowd with another guy at his side. “Mark?” You shouted over the music.

“Hey, we've been looking all over for you,” he said. Nodding to his friend, he told you, “This is Wooyoung, by the way, the ATZ brother I'm friends with.”

“Yeosang's been looking for you,” Wooyoung said in earnest, eyes as wide as Mark's. Had they been looking for you as much as you were looking for Yeosang?

Something like hope sparked in your chest again—you were at odds. The fight had nearly dissipated from your blood and you were ready to go home. But if he was trying to find you… it must be worth it then, right?

“Where is he?” You asked.

It was nearing midnight by the time you settled yourself on the concrete curb outside the ATZ frat house just down the block from the target being thrown at the NCT house. With everyone over there, no wonder it was quiet enough to finally hear yourself think. With the coming of deep autumn, a slight breeze wafted by that drifted over your skin and raised goosebumps on your arms.

You heard gravel crunching from behind you, coming down the ATZ driveway, and before you could turn your head to look, a warm jacket was placed over your shoulders. You held your breath, fingers finding the lapel to keep it from slipping as you glanced over at your counterpart.

Yeosang lowered himself onto the curb next to you, mimicking your position with his knees bent and arms resting upon them. “I—my phone died,” he said lowly.

“Oh.” That took care of at least two of your questions.

“Is there—” He stopped himself, amending his statement, “There's something on your mind.”

Understatement of the century. You pulled his jacket around you, the intertwining scents of alcohol and his cologne lingering on the collar. “I was going to meet you at the balcony, and I was there, but… but I saw you and Yura, and…”

It was his turn to say “oh.” He angled his body toward you now until his knees bumped against yours and he was muttering out an apology he didn't need to say. He laid his upper body over his arms that were folded onto his knees and peered up at you through lengthy lashes.

He was waiting for you to finish.

You swallowed, following his lead and turning your body toward him. “I saw her kiss you,” you said, the sound barely audible to anybody but you and him. “Reina and I went somewhere to kind of just soak in what we saw, and then we went back out to find you so I could talk to you about it, but we couldn't find you.”

“I'm sorry you had to see that,” he murmured, eyebrows furrowed together. “It—it didn't mean anything. She did try to kiss me, but I pushed her away before she could.”

You believed him. You loosened a small chuckle from your lips. “Y'know, it sounds silly to me now, but last week she told me that there were a number of girls who were pursing you and were very aggressive about it.”

He snorted. “If there were any, I only know of one.”

“She…?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, lips pursing. “I know she's liked me for a while, but I've made it clear I don't see her the same way. At last Friday's party, I was actually trying to lose her in the crowd when I found you.”

Your eyes widened. “So she was there?” Then Reina had actually seen her cousin at the party; Yura had lied about where she was.

“She told me tonight that she was scared about me liking you more than her,” Yeosang said as he lifted his body back up to rest his cheek against his fist. “She was really drunk—which was why you probably saw me trying to hold her up—and then she… tried to kiss me. I pushed her away, and one of her friends found us, so I handed her over and went to get some air.”

And that was why you couldn't find him. You released a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. “Are you—are you okay? I'm so sorry she did that to you.”

The corners of his lips tugged upward in a reassuring smile. “I'm alright, thank you. And it's not your fault.”

“I know, but still,” you insisted. “Your boundaries were violated, and it makes me feel so icky that I've called her a friend of mine, and—what?”

Your words came to a screeching halt when you realized that Yeosang was just smiling at you. Or rather, gazing at you, admiring you. It was whatever he did whenever his eyes possessed a set of twin jewels in his irises that needed no light to glitter like gold; and when his grin softened at the corners by a tenderness that knocked the wind out of you, all words and systems failed you.

You recognized this look, except this time, you weren't drunk.

“I'm really happy I met you,” he said in your silence. “And I'm happy I got to see you again.”

You nearly melted. You smiled back at him, replying quietly, “Couldn’t have said it any better. Thank you for being honest with me.”

“And thank you for believing me.” He reached for your hand, his movements slow as if giving you an opening to pull back if you wanted to. But you didn't, and you closed the remaining space to link your fingers and press your palms together.

You and Yeosang shared mutual smiles in the dim lighting outside his fraternity house. Your heart beat had quickened a considerable amount now that he was so close to you again.

You cleared your throat. "Just to be clear though—when you said she was scared about you liking me more than her—?"

His smile reached his eyes and turned them into upturned crescent moons. "I'm not scared," he said, "that I like you more than I have ever liked her." By a landslide.

Your heart gave a lurch in your chest. "Good," you smiled. "That's good, because I like you a whole lot, too."

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Yeosang inclined his chin toward where his car was parked a couple vehicles down. “Properly this time, now that we're not completely wasted?”

You laughed. “I would love nothing more.”

Pleased, he helped you to your feet. You must have stood up far too quickly though, because the blood rushed up to your head in a riptide current. You swore as the vertigo hit you, and your footing stumbled.

“Woah, careful there, pretty,” he murmured, his low voice by your ear as he steadied you with one hand pressed between your shoulder blades and the other around your waist.

Oh, there went your heart… it flew up to halo around Yeosang's head, and it wasn't yours anymore—

“You okay?” He mused.

You cleared your throat, straightening. “Yeah, I'm great,” you said sheepishly, ducking your head toward your chest.

A warm, fond chuckle left his mouth. “Cute,” he murmured. He lifted your chin up so you would look at him, his eyes darting down toward your mouth, and yours mirroring his movements. “I was wondering…”

“You can kiss me,” you blurted out, ignoring the utter leap in your pulse and the heat crawling up the back of your neck.

You tasted his smile as he leaned over to seal his mouth over your own, a long awaited return to the place that felt just right. You breathed him in, inhaled him, devoured him whole—you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer just as his hands pressed you flush against him.

In the distance against the heavy house music in the background, a cheer went up into the night sky.

You and Yeosang parted only to crane your heads in the direction of the noise, only to find what looked like a gathering of your friends and his friends hooting and applauding like it was New Years.

“OPERATION: PASSENGER PRINCESS WINS!” The guy from earlier, Wooyoung, practically howled up at the sky.

You pressed your face against Yeosang's shoulder as he groaned. “I am so sorry about them,” he chuckled through a grimace, lips grazing over your crown.

You laughed along with him. “My friends are also among the guilty party, Yeo.”

He kept his arm around your waist and you kept your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked away from your friends and toward his car. Contentment curled itself up over your chest again, and it nestled in deep, as if it planned to stay awhile.

“By the way,” you piped up as he unlocked his car.

“Mhm?”

You opened the passenger side door and leaned over the top of it to ask, “What the hell is Operation: Passenger Princess?”

Yeosang sputtered out a laugh and his cheekbones burned red. “How about we save that for our third date?”

You blinked, lips parting.

Yeosang grinned impishly. “Close that mouth, pretty, or I'll close it for you.”

Your jaw snapped closed, and his laugh echoed against the houses along this street. You climbed into the car after him, flustered beyond words. “I don't like you,” was all you could come up with.

“I'm sure you don't.”

a/n: pls remember to reblog + comment if you enjoyed! also, the plan is to try and write another wooyo frat au as well, so pray for me...

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I loved your mk11 liu and Lao- I was wondering if you could do another one but both liu and Lao are dominant- maybe like it’s the scene where they go to the island and in mk11 and reader during the battles and everything isn’t listening to them- basically being bratty 😌 and when they get back to the academy they both teach her a lesson ((if you could add a smudge of breeding kink that would be cool))

behave like a good dog

a/n: i gotchu cutie! and don't you worry, gotta love the breeding kink

pairing: mean!dom!kung lao x afab!reader x dom!liu kang

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), overstimulation, squirting, degradation kink, breeding kink, pussy slapping, clit slapping, double penetration, spanking, dacryphilia

you were in for it now

you had directly disobeyed Liu Kang’s and Kung Lao’s orders and had gone and participated in the fight between them and their revenant selves

you had fought Geras, trying to wrestle back the Jin energy but had only ended up in the dirt and obtaining an angry Liu Kang and Kung Lao

so now, they’re dragging you back to the bedroom, and you’re digging your heels into the ground, unhappy that they had told you to not fight for Earthrealm

Kung Lao isn’t taking your shit today and throws you over his shoulder like a heap of potatoes and slaps your ass harshly to get you to stop struggling

he throws you into bed, settling himself between your legs, and shoves his fingers into your mouth, and your mind goes fuzzy at the feeling

Kung Lao tells you to suck on them, and you do so, grinding down on him to try and relieve the growing pressure in your clit, but he pins your hips down with his other hand, and you’re left to grow more desperate for any friction

soon, you’re whining around his fingers for any sort of relief, and Kung Lao just tells you only good girls who listen get to have what they want

finally, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and gets off the bed, and Liu Kang drags you to him, settling your ass over his legs and ripping your bottoms off

you have an inkling of where this is going and go to struggle, but he pins you down with one of his arms, pressing your stomach to the bed, and he starts spanking you

you yelp in surprise, pain spreading throughout your body as he continues to spank you, a certain strength and heat there that isn’t usually there, and you start to cry at the pain

but you can feel your pussy dripping with need and try to rub your thighs together to relieve yourself, and Liu Kang narrows his eyes at this

he spreads your legs apart to prevent you from rubbing your thighs together and slides his fingers along your pussy, collecting the wetness along his fingers

he sneers at you and calls you a dirty whore for enjoying your punishment, and you can only squirm in his lap as he squeezes the now sensitive flesh of your ass

he gives your ass a few more firm spanks, and you sob into your arm, saying you’re sorry for not listening

Liu Kang just says that he doesn’t believe you and collects more of your dripping wetness on his fingers before fucking you on his fingers

you whine at the sudden stretch and wiggle your hips around a little more, and he slaps at your pussy, causing you to keen at the contact

he tells you to behave like a good bitch before continuing to finger fuck you on his lap, ignoring your puffy and needy clit

in the corner of your eye, you can see Kung Lao stroking himself at the sight of you teary and messy, and you look at him with wide eyes

Kung Lao walks over to your face smushed in the sheets and slaps his dick on your face, but he doesn’t let you suck on his cock at all

you whine as continues to just jack off right in front of you, and you try to get a taste, but he pulls back and says that only good girls get to have a taste

Liu Kang fucks you on his fingers, the tips of fingers digging into the spot that your pussy dripping with want and need all over his pants

as you reach the edge, desperate to go over, Liu Kang removes his fingers, and you sob as your orgasm ebbs away

Liu Kang doesn’t acknowledge your whimpers and sits you up in his lap, hooking your legs over his and spreading his thighs so that you’re exposed

he restrains your arms behind your back with one of his hands, and uses his other hand to trail up and down your chest, pinching at your nipples roughly

he sucks dark hickeys into your neck, and Kung Lao kneels in front of you so that his face is in front of your pussy, and you beg him for anything at this point

he just scowls at you and spreads your folds so he can watch your pussy clench around nothing and your clit winks at him

Kung Lao then uses his hand to pull up the hood of your clit so that it’s exposed, and your hips uselessly twitch forward, looking for any contact

but it’s a mistake, because Kung Lao brings his hand down to slap at your exposed clit, and sparks fly in your vision at the mix of pleasure and pain

except, Kung Lao doesn’t stop, just keeps on slapping your clit and pussy with harsher and harsher slaps until tears stream down your face and you’re a blubbering mess

as Kung Lao gives another slap, your legs shake in their confinement, and you squirt all over him, but it doesn’t last long because Kung Lao immediately stops touching you

you whine at the ruined orgasm but are quickly brought back to reality when Kung Lao slaps your face and then grabs your chin, asking you if he or Liu Kang gave you permission to cum

you say no in a meek voice, and he gives you a stern look

you realize your mistake and say ‘no, sir, you didn’t give me permission to cum’

Kung Lao lets go of your chin, and Liu Kang behind you tightens his grip on your arms as he releases his own hard cock from his pants and shuffles up the bed so you’re now laying on your back

once Liu Kang’s laying comfortably on the bed, he slides into your wet pussy, and you moan at the stretch, but Liu Kang doesn’t touch your clit, just plants his feet down and fucks up into you, and you cry as you beg for him to touch you please

Liu Kang angles his hips so that his cock bullies that spot inside of you , and you’re reduced to a crying mess

Kung Lao gets in front of you, notching his dick into your cunt and slides in next to Liu Kang, and you keen at the stretch

they fuck into you mercilessly, neither of them touching your clit, and whining and begging for more, for them to please make you cum

Kung Lao just tells you a bitch like you doesn’t get to cum, you’re just a disobedient little brat who needs a good fuck to behave

Liu Kang tells him that if you want someone like you to behave, you gotta breed them like the bitch they are, show them that you belong to them completely

Liu Kang continues, saying that a whore like you just needs a couple pups to listen

Kung Lao somehow manages to fuck into you even rougher, and Liu Kang matches his pace

you’re a drooling mess at this point, barely able to make a sound as you just let them fuck into you like a bitch in heat

you can tell that Liu Kang and Kung Lao are close with the way that they grip onto your hips and their thrusts grow sloppier

but they still don’t touch your clit, leaving it alone, and you can only whine as they cum inside of you, burying their seed deep inside of you as you’re left unsatisfied

and yet, you can feel that the both of them are still hard, and they keep fucking into you, fucking into your greedy pussy over and over again and spilling their seed deep into your cunt, but refuse to let you cum

by the end of the night, you’re nothing but a limp fuck toy in their arms as their seed spills out of your drooling cunt onto the sheets and your eyes are filled with tears

Kung Lao grips onto your face one last time, tells you to beg for it like a good bitch

you immediately start to speak, saying that you’re sorry for disobeying them, you’ll never do it again, that you’ll be so good, that you’ll let them do anything, please sir

Liu Kang finally brings his hand up and starts rubbing at your clit furiously, and you whimper at the contact, still sensitive from the way Kung Lao had slapped it earlier

Kung Lao groans at the words, and he mocks you, saying that you’re such a whore for this, that you’re nothing but a cumdump for him and Liu Kang, that you’re just a breeding dog for them

Liu Kang is much sweeter in his words, telling you that you’ll look so pretty round with their children, that you’ll look so beautiful holding a baby while pregnant with the next

it’s too much, the sweet words from Liu Kang, the degradation from Kung Lao, the friction against your clit, and the stretch of both their cocks in your pussy cause you to arch your back and squirt all over them again

you collapse onto Liu Kang, and they fuck you through your orgasm, reaching their highs soon as they cum inside of you

you whimper as they just move around so that you’re laying on your side, Liu Kang behind you and Kung Lao in front of you, but they don’t remove their cocks from inside of you

Liu Kang pets your hair and tells you that they can’t have their precious seed leaking out of you if they want to get you pregnant

you clench around their dicks at the thought, and they groan at the contact but don’t move, just kissing your skin softly and drifting off to sleep

when you wake up, Liu Kang has your leg hooked up in his arm, and they’re both fucking into you again

Kung Lao’s rubbing at your clit furiously and you quickly go over the edge and cum, still sensitive from last night

they cum inside of you one more time and finally slip out of you, and you whine at the feeling

they just coo and caress your face before helping you get out of bed and into a warm bath

as you bathe, Liu Kang helps clean you up, washing your hair and rubbing out your sore muscles while Kung Lao changes the sheets

Liu Kang helps you get dressed and brings you to the dining hall, where Kung Lao has already filled out your plates, yours much heftier than theirs

you eat slowly, mind still a bit hazy from the night before, but they’re patient as you eat, and you struggle to finish the last bits, asking why there’s so much food

Kung Lao just rubs at your stomach, saying that you need a lot of food if they want their heirs to grow up strong and healthy

Liu Kang next to him nods in agreement, that you need more fat on your hips and your chest to give your pups the best chance at survival

you blush at your lewd words and finish your food without another comment

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icyminghao · 9 months

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if you call on me forever, i will come (preview)

pairing: popstar!soonyoung x fem!reader ft. childhood bestfriend!joshua genre: angst, fluff (not in preview), arranged marriage!au warning(s) (for the preview): cursing, mentions of food word count (for the preview): 1.9k

summary: as a result of his entertainment label teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, soonyoung is given an ultimatum: marry the heir of the largest entertainment label in korea and save his career, or risk losing everything he’s built over the last five years.

a/n: just a little something i’ve been working on to make up for the inactivity~~ not sure when this would be uploaded since i haven’t finished it yet ><

Having been in the entertainment industry since he was eighteen, Soonyoung has quite literally been through it all. From the doubtful eyes of the public when he just debuted to the current, decent fanbase he has garnered through all his years of hardwork and determination, Soonyoung has seen it all.

At least, he thought he had.

“What the hell did you just say?” Soonyoung snaps his head to send the CEO of his music label a chill-inducing glare, and Mr. Kang gulps for a split second before returning to his stoic expression.

“I said,” Mr. Kang clears his throat, “you’re to marry the heir of VIBE Entertainment, as per the conditions set by her father.”

The words hit Soonyoung hard, like he’d just downed a bottle of vodka in one go. He resists the urge to launch himself at Mr. Kang. “And why the hell would I do that?”

“Because,” Mr. Kang sighs, exasperated, “you have to. It’s the only way for our label to survive. You know what our situation’s like, Soonyoung. The CEO of VIBE Entertainment is doing us a mercy here. Just marry the girl, and VIBE will take us under their wing, and-”

“And then what?” Soonyoung snaps, “We’ll just be one of the many companies monopolised by that farce of an entertainment label. You’ll be just another one of his subordinates, another one of his pawns. Is this the path you want?”

“I mean, just look at what the fuck you’re doing here.” Soonyoung runs his hand through his blonde locks in pure frustration. “I have a fucking girlfriend. You’re just going to upend my life to live out a shitty future? This is the twenty-first century, man. You’d think we’d have gotten over the stupid ‘arranged marriage’ cliche, huh?”

“What do you want me to do, then?” Mr. Kang raises his voice, his gaze hardening. “Do you think I haven’t considered the consequences of this for you? For the label? For me? I’m doing this because we have no other choice-”

“I have my fans. I could work something out,” Soonyoung reasons, pacing about Mr. Kang’s tiny, cramped office.

Mr. Kang laughs with no emotions behind his eyes, and Soonyoung is just now noticing the pure exhaustion manifested in his horrid dark eye circles. “Your fans can’t do jack shit, and you know it.”

Soonyoung doesn’t say anything in reply, because Mr. Kang is right. His record label had been struggling when Soonyoung first debuted, and silly, naive, eighteen-year-old him thought he could change that. Thought he could be Mr. Kang’s hero, thought he could save the label with his immaculate talent.

Fast forward to five years later, and the label is doing so much worse after suffering the effects of supporting an average pop star for half a decade. Hell, he can’t even bear to call himself a pop star. Five years down the rocky road to stardom, and he’s barely produced enough hits to even be considered a household name in the country, let alone the world. He knows Mr. Kang is right. They’ve been backed against the wall, and there’s only one way out.

Breaths evening out as he calms down, Soonyoung shuts his eyes so tight it feels like his sockets might pop out. Letting out a sigh in surrender, he slowly opens them and inhales deeply.

“How long do I have till it happens?”

You think you might just be Soonyoung’s biggest fan.

You’ve been with him on his journey to stardom since he debuted, and you’ve been a loyal fan since. You’d even talked to him once, when your father’s secretary brought you to the set where Soonyoung was filming an interview with a magazine.

Which is why your mind is reeling right now. Your father’s secretary, Joshua, had just informed you of your impending marriage to Soonyoung, and you’re both happy and taken by surprise.

“He… agreed to this? Willingly?” you ask, doubt lacing your voice. Joshua simply nods in response, before letting out a huge smile and stepping closer to you.

“This is really big, y/n,” Joshua grins toothily. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and launch yourself into your childhood best friend’s arms, squealing.

“I know, Shua! I’m just, really surprised he agreed to this willingly. I mean, I feel really bad since this is, like, being forced upon us and all, but maybe he remembers me from the time we met at the N Magazine shoot?” you ramble in complete disbelief. “God, Joshua. What if he doesn’t like me? Or I don’t like him as a person? We’d be so miserable, maybe it’s not too late-”

“You know you can’t change his mind once he’s set on it, y/n.” Joshua sighs, gently grabbing you by your shoulders to ground you. “Besides, what’s not to like about you? The only thing you should be worried about is whether or not you’ll like him.”

You break out into a dopey smile, touched by Joshua’s kind words. “Aw, Joshie, are you flirting with me now?”

You see a hint of panic flash through Joshua’s widened eyes, but his phone beeps with a notification before you can call him out on it.

“Oh my god, I almost forgot,” Joshua says after pocketing his phone. “You have a dinner with him tonight.”

You’re late to the dinner.

Which clearly would not give Soonyoung a good impression of you, you realise, as you silently pray for Joshua to drive faster.

In your defence, Joshua had only informed you about the scheduled dinner barely an hour before it was supposed to happen, and you were at your office in your father’s company building sorting out some PR stuff for a newly-debuted boygroup, so you had a grand total of about forty minutes to prepare yourself for the dinner. Which, after reducing the travel time to your apartment to get ready and to the restaurant, left you a whopping ten minutes to spare.

Which is how you ended up in this predicament, at least ten minutes late to your first official meeting as a soon-to-be married couple.

You don’t even realise when Joshua finally pulls up in front of the restaurant, and he has to gently nudge you to snap you out of your stupor.

“I’ll be waiting out here when you’re done, okay? Everything’s going to be fine,” Joshua smiles softly, reassuring you with honey laced in his words. You shoot him a nervous smile, bidding him goodbye as you scramble out of his car and into the restaurant.

The restaurant is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. You guess you’re considered a child of nepotism (a “nepo-baby”, as Joshua calls it), yes, but you’d stopped relying on your father’s black card to get by, instead depending on the pay you earn from your job (which technically comes from him since you work at his company as the PR team leader of a newly-debuted boygroup, but it’s still your money nonetheless) that honestly isn’t much, but you get by, so you couldn’t ask for more, really. Contrary to popular belief, you don’t really do fancy restaurants, hence your surprise.

Your first thought is that this restaurant is overwhelmingly bright. The place is decked out with so many chandeliers, and there are so many utensils laid out on an empty table for two you’d think there were at least five people having a meal there. You briefly glance at an occupied table and wince upon seeing the measly portion of the food, knowing you’ll probably have to get takeout later.

Your second thought is holy shit, Soonyoung’s right there, and he is ethereal the moment you spot him a few tables in front of you, seemingly lost in thought in a booth in the corner of the restaurant. He’s dressed to the nines in a crisp navy blue button down with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black slacks, and his hair is nicely slicked back with a few strands framing his face, your heart nearly stopping at the sight. He makes eye contact with you as you stand there like a total idiot and looks away before you beam at him, like he didn’t recognise you.

Right, you think, he probably doesn’t recognise you considering the last time the both of you interacted had been four years ago. You take a deep breath and mentally psych yourself up as you walk over to Soonyoung.

Soonyoung looks visibly confused when you stand in front of him, and you don’t know if you should be amused or offended.

“Hi,” you begin, “I’m y/n.”

As if a switch was turned on the moment you introduced yourself, Soonyoung’s gaze hardens, and you feel yourself shrink a little under his piercing eyes.

“You’re late,” he practically spits, venom lacing the two simple words.

“I’m sorry, I got here on short notice, I only knew about this like two hours-”

“Save it, I don’t really care. Let’s just get this over with.” Soonyoung grumbles, not even bothering to hide his eye roll. Hurt flares in your chest, and you timidly take the seat across from him.

“Um, so, I think we’ve met b-”

You’re cut off once again as Soonyoung closes his eyes and sighs in visible frustration, his breaths becoming quicker. “Look, uh, y/n, I have no intention of being, like, friends with you or whatever, okay? You folks sprung this up on me like I’m some kind of object, so you can’t expect me to act like all of this is fine when it’s really not. Let’s just get this dinner over and done with and go back to our expiring freedom, yeah?”

“Soonyoung, but you… agreed to this. Willingly,” you protest, confused at the rude tone he’s taking on.

Soonyoung scoffs, cocking an eyebrow at you. “I have a girlfriend, y/n. Why would I accept this willingly?”

You don’t talk after that, and just like that, there’s an unspoken agreement that that was the end of the conversation for possibly the entire dinner.

Your food arrives, in portions made for children just like you expected, and you eat in silence, willing yourself to stay calm. Maybe he’s just having a bad day, you try to reason, blinking back tears.

Or maybe, the voice deep inside of your head pops up, you’re doomed to be in this loveless marriage forever.

You jolt out of your trance as your fork clatters to the floor with an ear-piercing sound, and you smile sheepishly at the neighbouring diners who had turned to see what the commotion was. Picking up your fork and laying it on the table, you decide that you’ve probably had enough for the day.

“It was nice, uh, meeting you. I should go now,” you purse your lips together and try your hardest to not burst into tears in front of Soonyoung, though if he notices, he gives no indication. You stand up and leave after a few seconds of silence, feeling increasingly suffocated.

As soon as you step out of the restaurant, you let out a huge breath, the first tear slipping out of your left eye. Through your blurred vision, you see Joshua stepping out of his car, hurrying over to you.

“Oh my god, y/n,” he frets over you, swiping your tears away with his thumbs. “What did he say to you?”

You continue sobbing as Joshua wraps his arms around you, leaning your head on his shoulder as you shake uncontrollably. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Let’s get you home, hm?”

You nod in between sobs, letting your body go limp as Joshua walks you to his car.

The ride home is silent, your mind clear of all thoughts but one.

You’re doomed to live out the rest of your miserable life with a man who cannot and will not love you. Not now, and not ever.

a/n 2: i hope this was okay!

taglist: @slytherinshua @xomingyu @belladaises @pepperonidk @tastymintchocolate @smilehui @dahliatopia

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satankilledmyghost · 1 year

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Uhm-Hello! Is it ok to req a fanfic of union members reacting to a reader who plays baseball? [Yk those pretty women playing any sport are hella attractive esp in baseball, archery, and volleyball😍 dndjsj] Like they didn't realize they had a type and had a crush on them or found it attractive please and thank you! It's ok if u don't tho 🍪🥛

hello! of course it's okay! i hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself. enjoy!

warnings: swearing, fem reader

union x sporty girlfriend

shows up to all of your games, screaming his lungs out whenever you hit and catch the ball. he thinks you’re so badass when you slide into a base. might even spray paint your number on one of his spare shirts to wear to your games - jake ji, eunchan

your silent supporter, always there for your games, picks you up from practice(might even stay to watch). he loves watching you play, a feeling of pride blooming in his chest when he watches you in your element. you don’t need to contact him to ask if he’s there, you two always find each other in the crowd. - donald na, wolf keum, kingsley kwan

proudest. boyfriend. ever. he’ll keep his eye on you, always, but the cheers whenever you hit a triple or even a home run. you’re saves, tags, catching a pop fly, he’s soaking in everyone else’s awe of you, puffing out his chest as he leans next to the star-stricken person next to him, “that’s my girl” he’ll say, a wide, sly smile on his face as he watches you celebrate with your team. he’ll come to meet you after the game and swing an arm around your shoulder or slink it around your waist, handing you your favorite from the concession stand or store. he’ll kiss your temple and say “congrats baby, you did so well.” - jimmy bae, forrest lee, jack kang, also wolf keum

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader

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lovewithasideoffries · 2 years

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wave: peter hayes x reader

notes: takes place in insurgent

summary: idk if i wanna spoil it bc this is my attempt at making you cry. it's angsty tho.

word count: 1k

“Tris!” you call her name, running over and pulling her in for a hug. You and Christina have been worried sick waiting for her at the Candor compound. Jack Kang was kind enough to let you and the rest of the Dauntless stay there for a while.

“Hey guys,” she says when she pulls away. You notice she's cut her hair short; it looks good.

“Have you seen Will?” Christina asks her.

“Or Peter?” you add and she makes a face. Both Christina and Tris have never approved of your relationship with Peter. And for good reason. But your staying with him, despite his hard exterior and rude insults, is also for good reason.

“No, I haven't seen Will, I’m sorry,” she says, “And Peter… Well, last I saw him was in Amity, when he tried to sell us out to Eric.”

You ignore the last part of her sentence - Peter does everything for a reason, even when sometimes you can't explain it.

“You went all the way to Amity?” Christina asks, shocked. “You have to tell us everything.”

“I will,” Tris promises, before she gets swooped away by Tori and you all head back inside. It's not too safe for you to be out here, with all the lies Jeanine is spreading about the Dauntless and Divergents.

Once they get inside, guards take Tris and Four away to a Candor trial using the truth serum used for Candor initiation. You’ve never been under it before, but you've heard much about it.

Apparently for Candor initiation, you’re forced to spill your deepest, darkest secrets. Seems like hell.

When Tris spills that she killed Will, you turn to pull Christina into a hug. You’ve known her since you were kids and you’d never seen her as in love as she was with Will.

You understand your friend’s frustration, she’s just lost the love of her life, but you also understand Tris’s side of things. Really, it's neither of their faults. It’s Jeanine’s.

That anger is what drives you to join the rest of your faction when they team up with the factionless. The whole time you’re wondering where the fuck Peter is and if he’s safe, but you get no closure on that.

And it seems you never will, because just after you settle in the large makeshift home of the factionless, the little piece of metal in your shoulder puts you in another sim.

Tris watches with horror as you, Hector, and Christina stand over a balcony and deliver Jeanine’s message. She only has a split second before all three of you throw yourself off the balcony and she can only save Hector and Christina.

That night she decides to just go to Erudite’s headquarters, not wanting more innocents to die because of her. It is there she wakes up in a small room to Peter, dressed in an Erudite suit.

She glares up at him and her eyes burn with tears over you. Over your love for this fucking traitor. Over how the whole time you’d been so concerned and worried on where Peter was, if he was okay, when this whole time he’s been working with the side that made you throw yourself off a building.

“You know I knew you were stupid, stiff, but I didn't know you were that stupid,” he smirks. “Coming to Erudite willingly? Seriously, what were you thinking?”

“I didn't want more innocents to kill themselves. I’m not worth that much,” she mutters, blinking back tears. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of watching her cry after what he’s done.

“I know. See, it was my idea to do that. Pretty intelligent of me, no?” Peter tells Tris, and it makes her blood boil. “I know you all too well, huh?” he laughs. “Just shows that you can take the girl out of Abnegation but you can't take Abnegation out of the girl.”

“So do you not know or are you just fucking heartless,” she spits at him. Tears are about to fall now, and honestly Tris doesn't care anymore.

“Know what, Stiff?” Peter asks carelessly, not believing she has anything to say that he would care about.

She laughs, but there's no humour in the bitter sound. “You really don't know, huh, Peter.”

“I don't know what, Tris?!” he asks again, but this time lacking the insincere teasing and usual cockiness in his tone.

“You know the whole time, she never stopped asking about you, worrying about you, hoping you were okay. She ignored every attempt at keeping her away from you, every attempt at saying you were a bad person. The whole time, Y/n never stopped loving you.”

At the mention of your name Peter’s heart drops to his feet. How stupid of him to not consider that you would be with Tris. You are friends with her after all, and you are nothing if not kind and loyal.

“What happened to her, Tris?” Peter asks but he knows the answer.

“Y/n was one of the people under the second simulation. She was one of the people that tried to kill themself.”

He shakes his head in disbelief and tears run down his cheeks. “But… but you saved her right? You’re a stiff, you’re selfless, you’re supposed to save the innocent!”

By now Peter’s on his knees, too overwhelmed by the pain to stand. But Tris doesn’t take pity on him. Instead, she takes the knife in his chest and drives it deeper. “Y/n loved you, Peter. And she’s dead. Because of you. You killed her, you hear me? This is on you! So I hope you’re happy Peter. I hope whatever the fuck Jeanine offered you was worth it. Was worth Y/n’s life.”

He chokes on a sob, holding his body as he rocks back and forth. You were his hope, his happiness, his everything. And now you’re gone.

Peter remembers that you had once told him that grief was like riding a never-ending wave of pain and suffering. Over time, the pain would ease and the suffering would lessen, but you would still be riding that wave, it just got easier.

He said that he’d never experienced grief before, never ridden that wave. In response, you told him he was lucky, and that if he ever did start to ride that wave, you’d be there for him, you’d be there to help him ride it out.

But now, as he feels his world crash down around him. As tears fall down his cheeks and the realization hits him, his journey on that wave is starting. It’s starting and you aren't here to help him through it. You aren't here to help him ride it out. And it’s all his fault.

divergent taglist:

@manyfandomsfanvergent

#divergent #divergent fandiction #insurgent #miles teller #miles teller divergent #peter hayes #peter hayes x reader #peter hayes fanfiction #peter hayes angst #divergent angst #miles teller fanfiction #miles teller x reader

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writergod0 · 2 years

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WEAK-tober | Day 7: Grease

Category: M/F

Pairing: Jack Kang/ Reader

Tags: #Drabble

Words: 238

Current TW: None

As a Burger Queen employee, you work hours around frying onion rings, french fries, and work about cooking cheeseburgers. It’s all incredibly… messy.

So, you weren’t actually sure how you mustered the courage to approach the handsome customer you served with your number. Bad work ethic you think should have hindered you, and the fact that you’re still in uniform when you bump into him on your way home after your shift.

You hold your hastily scrawled number on a piece of napkin out; your face probably flushed a bright red as you look determinedly at the—wow, he’s really handsome— man.

“Hey.”

You hope you don’t get fired for this.

“Hey.”

The man says back, echoing you with his brow raised and slightly taken back.

You force yourself not to laugh nervously, force yourself to ignore that tall dude behind the recipient of your impulsive decision. Like god, why is that dude snickering so loudly? This isn’t some drama episode, is it?!

“Let’s get coffee sometime.” And no, you did not stutter. “... cause I think you’re cute.”

… or something.

He grins, and you’re pretty sure your heart skipped a beat as his eyes lit up in amusement. “I don’t know your name.”

“Something we could learn over coffee.”

The man pauses, completely ignoring his friend who swings his arm around him— oh shoot, are they gay—? “... but how about this?”

He hands you his phone, “The name’s Jack Kang.”

#writergod works #writergod weak hero #weak hero webcomic #weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero x reader #weaktober #jack kang x reader #jack kang

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whchenlvr · 1 year

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hi elle! can I request what the union members would be like when they’re jealous? or you can do eunjang it doesn’t matter ;) anyways love your writings!

i love YOU and yes THANK YOU

when they’re jealous ;

donald na

donald wouldn’t like letting his jealousy show, since you often assure him that he’s the only one for you, but sometimes he can’t help it.

he was in a meeting one evening, and you were waiting outside his office for him to finish when one of cheongang’s men sits across from you. since you don’t want to ruin any potential relationships for donald, you’d put on a smile and greet him kindly.

you realize his intentions may not be as pure as you thought just as the meeting ends, and donald steps out to see you and the man. laughing. together.

you and the cheongang man part ways when you follow donald into his office, closing the door behind you. “it wasn’t what it looked like... that was a nervous laugh, i swear.”

“y/n, it’s not a big deal. i trust you.” he does trust you. he just doesn’t tell you that there’s a knife under the table and the cheongang man on his mind :)

jake ji

jake hardly gets jealous, but you find him hilarious when he does.

you’d be wearing shorts and a tank top to combat the terrible summer heat when your boyfriend stops by to visit, and of course, that’s when a rowdy bunch of men passes by. you wouldn’t think much of it, but jake hates the way they eye you up and down so much that you have to hold him back from confronting the guys.

you’d tell him to ignore him, and jake would just pout like a child and flail a pointed finger at them. “they were looking at your butt! when i do that, you whack me with a magazine! so not fair.”

“well, they kept their hands to themselves, until someone i know...”

“i’m defending your honor!”

“no, you’re being jealous.”

“yeah, cause they can look for free.”

“bruh, i’m gonna smack you!” it’s all outta love guys dw <3

dean kwon

like jake, dean also has his manga collection, but he tries to be subtle about it. you’re the one who expresses your love for it, and you always ask him to wait to start a new one until you can read it together.

one thing you’re trying to work on is your excessive kindness because sometimes you can’t differentiate when someone is just being nice back, or if they’re flirting with you.

you were in the library with dean and spit up to search for different genres. while your boyfriend was on the other side of the manga section, a boy from school approached you with a comic in his hand. “if you liked the promised neverland, you might like this one, next.”

you took it and thanked him, not seeing the problem, but you were unaware of your boyfriend drilling glare-holes in the head of the guy looking you up and down. you’re obviously surprised when dean appears at your side, pulling the comic from your hands and slamming it into the guy’s chest.

“we’re leaving.” was all he said before leading you out of the library.

wolf keum

a jealous wolf is a dangerous wolf.

you wouldn’t think much of his sudden silence at first, since he does have the tendency to let his phone die and forget to charge it. until the male friend you’d been hanging out with texts you saying there’s some freak with purple hair stalking him. you’d instantly track your boyfriend down and pull him away from whatever schemes he’s up to, scolding him for being creepy.

he’d gotten better at managing his jealousy when he was around you, but one night, some guy couldn’t keep his hands to himself. and neither could wolf.

the touches weren’t risky or uncomfortable, but wolf waited until the third time the man touched you before breaking. he leaped at the man, and wolf’s jealous streak wasn’t the only thing he broke that night.

jimmy bae

my god, i think jimmy would be one of the most jealous people in the world fr.

he’s a different person when he’s with you and his friends then how he likes to perceive himself to the public, so when that “leader of yoosun” comes out in the form of jealousy, he’d be good at making it known to you that he is obvious, though, whether that be verbally telling you or simply putting an arm around your waist.

in one case, you’d be on a date together when someone comes up to you, rather shamelessly, and tells you how attractive you are. you’d brush him off with a “thanks”, but jimmy’s grip would tighten around you. “y/n, if he doesn’t take his eyes off of your legs, i’m going to break his teeth.”

you decided it best to continue the date at home.

jack kang

jack isn’t one to get jealous often. there have been moments where he’s come close, but jack trusts you enough to hold your own. and that was true until you went out one night and ended up slightly more than tipsy.

you hadn’t meant to drink so much, especially in public, since you were an affectionate drunk, but what was done was done.

you’d be with your friends, flirting with all of them (in a friendly/joking sense of course) and jack can just feel his blood pressure slowly rising. he doesn’t want to get jealous or upset, but when one of your male friends places a hand a bit too low on your back, jack gets up, grabs your hand, and pulls you out of the club.

honestly, you’re more grateful than upset, and a little amused to see your boyfriend break that stoic facade.

hopefully you don’t mind that they’re spaced out! lmk if it looks better the other way :)

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #weak hero manhwa #donald na #jake ji #dean kwon #wolf keum #jimmy bae #jack kang

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Escapism | Introduction

Pairing: Multi Character x Female Reader

Genre: Drama, SMUT, Romance

Summary: You find yourself at a club called the Red Room. Your partner dumped you last night and your heart is shattered by it. You hope the club can provide you with some escape, someone to take home and help you forget about what happened. One of the promoters picked up on this and takes you to a magical place that lets you choose whoever you want to spend the night with regardless of them not existing in your reality. Maybe by the end of your sexcapades, you’ll end up finding someone new to love.

Warnings: Break Up, Self-Esteem Issues, Depression, Toxicity, Heart Break

Inspired By: Escapism by Raye and 070 Shake, Detroit Become Human

Your partner called you after you got off work and invited you over. It was 5 pm and you were eager to come over, it had been a rough week at work and you were only a day away from the weekend. You were wearing your work outfit, a white collared shirt, a blue blazer, a blue pencil skirt, and black wedged shoes. You embraced them tightly but they didn’t hug you back, just a simple part on your head. That was the first red flag.

They guided you to the living room and sat you on the couch. You had no clue what was going on and nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare you for what was about to come. They told you they wanted to end the relationship.

One year...One year all for nothing?

You pleaded and asked why, some sick part of you hoped they would reveal they were cheating. But that wasn’t the case... They talked about how insecure you were about your physical appearance despite their encouragement, about how you didn’t want to go out a lot despite their invitations, how quiet and reserved you were all the time, how you weren’t always into sex because you hated looking at yourself, and how you always talked about work. They told you they were tired of dealing with your negative attitude. Your heart ached at their words, it was all true but you hadn’t realized how it was affecting the person you loved.

You spoke up and offered to change, it would take you time, but you would try...For them. They shook their head and walked over to the door of their home. I’m sorry. They said but it meant nothing, there was no remorse in their voice. You stood up quickly, wanting to leave, wanting to run home. So you did.

You ran past them, ignoring their calls to you. You felt time slowing down and the hallway of the apartment floor stretching longer. You tripped over your own feet and collapsed onto the ground. They ran out of their unit and rushed to you. You got up, mascara running down your cheeks from the tears, your knees sore from the fall.

They reached to touch you but you jerked away quickly. You didn’t even turn to look at them before sprinting toward the elevator doors. You slammed the down button and rushed into the elevator. Your eyes finally looked over at the last of them as the doors closed. Their last look was of concern and yours...

Yours was of shame. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. You just needed to make it to the lobby and to your car then you could break down. Low and behold, the doors to the main floor opened and you ran out, ignoring the turning heads of the people there. You practically slammed yourself against your car and fumbled to grab your car key.

You unlocked your car and got in, locking the doors. You could hear someone calling at you, asking if you were okay. How sweet...You shook your head and plunged the key into the ignition and started your car. You drove away quickly and sped to your home, thank god it wasn’t too much traffic.

You were now sitting on the kitchen floor of your two-bedroom townhome, pressed up against the cabinet door, holding a bottle of wine in your hand. You were glad that you never moved in with them, moving your things out of their place was one less thing to worry about. The scrapes on your knees didn’t bother you, they’d heal, but your heart...You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a loud knock on your door. You heard your name being shouted and recognized it was one of your closest friends. You got up slowly and opened the door.

“Jesus Christ girl...” Your friend, Elaine, who is your age, beige skinned, slightly taller than you, fit, wavy brunette haired, said looking at you.

You didn’t answer, you just turned around and went back to the kitchen floor.

“I heard what happened...Obviously, that’s why I’m here.” Elaine chuckled nervously. She had never seen you so broken. She slowly made her way to you and got on the floor with you. “Do you wanna...Talk about it?” Elaine looked at you softly. You shook your head and took another sip of the bottle.

You and Elaine sat there on the floor for another hour before she got up. “I’m gonna go pick up something for us to eat. I’ll be right back.” She waved goodbye and left your home.

A week went by and you felt like a hollow shell. Your partner didn’t text you or call you, but you got secondhand messages from one of your mutual friends, Jerry. You never answered his texts though, nor talk to him when he came by your home.

Another week went by and you shut yourself in, only speaking to your family, even then it was short conversations. Your family told you to take your time and heal however you needed to. You consumed yourself with work which made your work friend worry but no one else batted an eye.

The third week came and it was Thursday, it was 6 pm and you were still in your office. Your work friend, Jessica, walked into your office. “Alright, so, starting tomorrow we have a three-day weekend. You’re going to wear something sexy, which on you anything is sexy, and meet me at the Red Room, which is a new club, only been open for a month, at 5 pm when the doors open. I will come by your house at 3 pm to check on you and if I have to drag you there I will.” Jessica smirked.

You looked up at the slightly older than you, dark brown-skinned, curvy, tall, straight blonde-haired woman, and sighed, “I don’t know.”

“Nope, not taking that for an answer, I’ve sat by long enough and it fucking hurts seeing you like this.” Jessica said firmly.

“I can’t move on.” You shook your head.

“This is not about moving on, this is about distracting yourself. This is about feeling something besides pain. Something to numb your heartache.”

“Isn’t that what alcohol is for?”

“Alcohol can’t please you physically.”

“I don’t know...My partner...My ex...Said I’m not good at sex.”

“Honey...Please. Please. Don’t even bring up what they said. They’re your ex for a reason. Time to leave the past for a bit and pretend to be someone else. Just for tomorrow night...Please? I really think you’ll enjoy it.” Jessica pleaded.

You sighed heavily and nodded, “Okay.”

Jessica clapped her hands excitedly and hugged you. “Alright girl, I’ll be at your house at 3 pm to check, you won’t be able to escape!” Jessica grinned and waved goodbye.

You gave her a small smile and watched her leave. You appreciated her efforts and hoped tomorrow night would be worth it.

Tomorrow afternoon came and by the time Jessica stopped by you were dressed in a blouse and jeans. Jessica was already dressed for the club in her perfect makeup and revealing red dress. Jessica shook her head and brought over a shopping bag. “Nope, nope, nope. Good thing I stopped by the store.” Jessica pulled out the dress, it was a criss cross ruched bodycon burgundy dress, and the skirt of the dress was just long enough to cover your red knees from your fall three weeks ago. She shoved you into the bathroom with the dress, you came out and your cheeks were as red as the dress. “Holy shit...You don’t look sexy, you look gorgeous!” Jessica smiled widely.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and your lips parted at how revealing it was. It showed off your cleavage and the sparkles on the dress made your eyes stand out.

“Gor-ge-ous!” Jessica said standing behind you and embracing you.

You smiled softly and nodded, “It’s beautiful.”

Jessica sat you down at your vanity desk and got to work doing your makeup and hair. She curled your hair and smoothed it out to long waves and tied your hair in a high ponytail. She finished your makeup and turned you around to look at the vanity mirror. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you gasped. You had never done your makeup like this and now you wished you did.

Your eye makeup was done in siren style rather than your normal doe look. You had on maroon lipstick and the rest of the usual face makeup. You had on silver rhinestone tassel drop earrings. Your outfit and makeup matched your manicured french tip nails. Jessica found a pair of four-inch black heels and brought them over. You put them on and got your silver purse.

“You look so hot! Come on, let’s go!” Jessica walked with you to the porch. You got in your car and she got in hers and you followed her to the club.

You two parked and began to make your way to the establishment. You followed Jessica and you were surprised as the two of you walked past the long line of people. Jessica headed straight to the bouncer and handed him her ID. “Enjoy the club, ladies.” The bouncer stepped to the side immediately. You furrowed your brows when you walked in with her.

“So couple of things...The theme of the Red Room is, surprise surprise red, anytime you want to come, you gotta wear red. Second, my sister is the owner.” Jessica smirked.

“Ah, that explains the special entry.” You chuckled.

Jessica led you to the bar and you ordered a vodka on the rocks. “Hey, I’ll be right back, I wanna see how my sis is.” Jessica walked off into the club. You watched her leave and turned back to the bar counter and took a sip of your drink.

“Well hell the fuck oh, sexy!” You heard a male voice say to your left. You turned and you nearly spat out your drink. “O-oh shit! I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognize you!” Jerry took a step back from you.

You moved off of the stool and stepped back too. Your hands began to shake and your eyes were wide with fear when you saw who was approaching Jerry from behind...Your ex was here with a red-haired woman.

“Oh fuck!” Your ex gasped.

You squeezed your glass so hard that the chip on the rim sliced the palm of your hand, you gasped and dropped it, the glass shattering on the floor. You turned on your heels and ran straight ahead.

“Jesus, what did you do to her?” The red-haired woman raised a brow at your ex.

You made your way to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You ran over to the sink and looked down as you began to hyperventilate. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath in and out. After a few deep breaths, you opened your eyes and saw a mix of black and red in the porcelain sink. You furrowed your brows and turned to see the medium-length cut on your right palm that held your drink.

“Fuck...” You sighed and looked up at the mirror to see the mascara running slightly and stopping at the apple of your cheeks. You grabbed a tissue from your purse and patted them off of your cheeks. You sighed in defeat and grabbed your phone to text Jessica. I’m going home. Was all you texted before putting your phone back in your purse and left the bathroom.

You nearly screamed when you were greeted by a tall blonde ponytail woman with fair skin, pink lipstick, and a frightening smile. “Are you alright?” She said in a soothing almost robotic-like voice.

“Uh...N-No.” You answered.

“Is the club not to your satisfaction?”

“N-No the club is fine...I just ran into someone...I didn’t want to see.”

The woman’s piercing blue eyes looked you over almost like it was scanning you. “Your heart rate is high, you have a cut on your right palm, and you look distressed. Shall I call security to remove the person?”

“No, it’s okay.”

“At the Red Room, customer satisfaction is our utmost importance.” The blonde woman said in a melodic tone.

“Look maybe I’ll come back tomorrow. I can’t do this.” You shook your head.

“If I may? I would like to do my best to satisfy your experience here. Would you kindly follow me?” The blonde gently put her hand on your shoulder.

You wanted to tell her to fuck off, to leave you alone so you can get home and rip all this off. But her smile...The tone of her voice, it was...Hypnotizing. You nodded slowly, “Okay...”

“Thank you!” She smiled and moved her hand to the small of your back and guided you toward the dancefloor.

As you followed the mysterious woman across the dancefloor, your eyes wandered to see your ex and Jerry dancing with two brunettes. Classy... You rolled your eyes and continued on.

The blonde led you to a different wing of the building where things were quieter. You looked around and saw a few couples making out and going through heart-shaped doors. Was she leading you to one of them? But you didn’t have anyone with you?? Your mind was flooded with thoughts about your surroundings and this woman.

You were snapped back to reality when the woman quickly turned around to face you. You nearly slammed into her. The woman gently caught you and gave you a sincere smile. “We are here.” You peeked over her shoulder to see a lavender-colored door with a gold handle. The doorframe was surrounded by artificial colorful flowers.

You turned around and noticed there was no one around, no other rooms, and the booming of the club music was gone. “Where is here?” You turned to the woman.

“Heaven. A place where lost souls come to be reborn.” She took your hand in hers and opened the door.

“This is some crazy sales pitch.” You murmured when you walked through the door.

The blonde woman guided you to the middle of the room. Your lips parted to gasp at the beauty of the room. It was white and gold themed with marble flooring. “Please, sit.” The blonde gestured and you slowly walked over to the creamed-colored couch. You moved your hands to pull the skirt down more to cover your knees.

“May I get you anything to drink while you wait?” She asked you.

“No thank you...Who or what am I waiting for?”

“You will see but first I need to bandage your hand.” The blonde walked over to the side table and pulled out gauze and bandage wrap. You furrowed your brows, why was that here? What the hell was this room? You watched the woman wrap your hand up.

“I never asked your name.” You said softly.

“You can call me Rachel.” The woman said finishing up.

“Thank you, Rachel. I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating all of this but hey I’ll go with it.” You shrugged.

Rachel just smiled and bowed her head to you. “I will leave you to it. If you need anything, you can press that red button over there on the right side table.”

“W-Wait...Who am I waiting for?” You asked quickly when you saw her leaving.

“The person you wish for will join you soon.” Was all she said before leaving the room and shutting the doors.

You sighed and looked at the black orb on the table. You leaned over to pick it up, you gasped when it shocked you slightly and you quickly set it down on the table. “Okay, not messing with that.” You stood up from the couch and walked over to explore the room while you waited. Your back was facing the doors that had magically appeared on the right side of the room. You spun around quickly when the doors opened and someone walked into the room.

Your eyes were wide in shock at who was standing in the room with you...

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